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BTS Reaction: Wanting cuddles from you after a long day (request)

Jin:

You were close to a deep sleep when Jin practically busted in through the door.

He took his sweater and shirt off and threw it on the floor as he made his way to the bathroom. Thinking you were asleep, he turned on all the lights in the bathroom, took a shower and loudly brushed his teeth.

He then came out of the bathroom “Y/n… Jagi, you still asleep?”

“Yes.” you groaned, rolling on to your back. “Someone was at war with their teeth in the very bright bathroom so it woke me up.”

“Sorry jagi. I was just frustrated.” he explained as he slid up next to you.

“Why?”

“Just got a lot of shit from everyone today.” he huffed.

“Sorry to hear that. Wanna to talk about it? I’m awake now.” you said with a small chuckle.

“Yeah, but can you cuddle me too? I really just want cuddles right now.” he said nestling up to you.

Originally posted by fawnave

Suga:

You were up late, cozy on the couch and catching up with your new favorite drama as you waited for Suga.

You were well into the episode when your tired looking boyfriend walked through the door. 

“Hi babe!” you smiled

He dragged himself over to you, not an expression on his face. He stopped right in front of you, blocking the tv.

“Babe, move. I can’t see the tv.”

Without a word he took the remote out of your hand, threw the blanket off you and dropped himself in your arms.

“Aw, babe, you tired?” you cooed.

He didn’t answer, he just rested his head on your chest and placed his feet over yours.

You knew the drill. You threw the blanket over the both of you and began running your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. Your heart warmed when you saw a slight smile on his face. 

“I love you.” he said in a low groan.

“I love you too.” you said softly as you kissed the top of his head.

Originally posted by kpoop

Rap monster:

Despite his words, you stayed up til the late hours of the night until he came home. It wasn’t until 2 am that he finally came back.

“Babe, I told you to not wait up for me.” was the first thing he said when he came through the door and found you on tumblr.

“I know, but just because you are my talents and handsome boyfriend, that doesn’t mean you tell me what to do.”

He came up to you, leaned down, and kissed you. “I’m going to shower” *kiss* “then wash up” *kiss* “and I expect you to be waiting for me in bed because I just had a bad day and I really need your cuddles.”

You cupped his face, seeing all the tired in his eyes. “Aww, baby, I’m sorry you had a bad day, go wash up, don’t worry I’ll be waiting for you.”

You were a bit annoyed by his extra long shower, but at least he looked a bit more relaxed when he stepped out. He made his way next to you, letting you wrap yourself around him.

“So what happened today?” you asked as you began to play with his hair.

“Agh, you know, I accidentally broke an important prop and it set back recording and I got yelled at alot…I just feel like shit.”

“Don’t think about it anymore.” you said softly as you kissed his temple. “Tomorrow is a new day so just forget about how today went”

You traced his jaw and he smiled at the small tickle causing you to poke at his dimples.

“Well, your cuddles are really helping me forget.”

Originally posted by ji-nim

Jhope:

You were in the kitchen late at night, getting your lunch ready for tomorrow. You heard the door open and the familiar rhythm of Hoseok’s bags being dropped by the door. 

Without looking up you called out, “Hi Hobi! Finally you are back!”

You heard his steps come into the kitchen and before you knew it, he was hugging you from behind.

“How was your day?” you asked cheerfully.

You didn’t get an answer out of him. Instead, you heard sniffles and felt droplets land on your shoulder.

You looked up and him and saw him crying. Immediately you dropped everything and cupped his face, wiping his tears away. “Baby, what happened?”

He shook his head at you. “I had a really really long day.” he whimpered.

You threw your arms around him and held him tight. “Why don’t we go to bed and watch tv and unwind and just talk about your day?”

He shook his head again. “Cuddle me?” his voice cracked

“Of course.” you cooed. you grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

“A-and can you massage the sides of m-my head like you always do?”

“Yes baby.” you smiled.

Originally posted by goldseok

V:

You lay in bed, a bit upset that your boyfriend becuse he wasn’t home when he said he was going to be. You hated to do what you were about to do, but you just wanted to know where he was.With much hesitancy, you gave him a call, scared that you were interrupting their late practice or recording. 

After a few dial tones, he picked up. ”Yeah?” He was really tired it was obvious in his voice.

“Hi baby.” you said in an innocent tone

“Hi”

“I was just… wondering when you would be getting home… that’s all.”

“I’m in the elevator… I just started walking down the hall” he said in a huff

“Oh let me get the door!”

“Nah, just stay where you are, I’m already going to open the door.”

He hung up the phone and you soon heard the front door open. You sat up in bed, ready to finally talk to him.

He walked into the room as tired as ever. He couldn’t even put a small smile on his face when he saw you. He crawled into bed, coming right up to you ans putting his head on your lap. “Hi Jagi.” he sighed.

“Taetae, are you tired?”

“Yeah… Long day…” he said with this eyes closed 

He looked so cute, his tired face just resting on your lap in peace.

You lightly traced your fingers over his features and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Hmmmmmm” he hummed with a smile. “…Babe?”

“Yeah?”

He opened his eyes and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. “Cuddle me? Please?”

“Of course!”

He lay down on his side of the bed, you coming up behind him and wrapping your arms and legs around him.

“Tighter?” he asked when he turned around to face you.

You did so, smiling to yourself when he dug his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around you.

Originally posted by aestaetically

Jimin:

You had just washed up when you heard Jimin drop his things by the door.

“Chimchim!: you greeted as you walked up to him and hugged him.

“Hey jagi” he said in a tired voice. He held you loosely and gave you a sad excuse of a kiss.

“Aw, you barely kissed me.” you pouted. “Jimin are you that tired today? You look like a zombie.”

“Y-yeah.” his voice cracked.

“Jimin, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.”

“You sure?”

“Long day.” he mumbled as he slid his arms around  your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Yeah? Wannna talk about it?”

He shook his head. “Can we- can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked softly.

“Sure baby.” you hugged him tighter and rubbed his back, hearing him sigh from time to time.

Originally posted by tae-archive

Jungkook:

You were up late working on the extra things you didn’t have time to finish in the office. Eventually you finished and you finally noticed the time. “Oh my goodness, 2 am?!?”

Sure it was late, but you weren’t that  tired, plus, Jungkook was going to be home any minute.. Like clock work, you heard the front door open and soon he walked into the room.

He saw you, but he didn’t say hi. Instead he just pulled off his shirt, slid down his pants and he jumped into bed.

That was unlike him, he always made it a point to talk to you a bit before he fell asleep.

You didn’t think anything of it, you washed up and then got into bed with him.

He wasn’t asleep but he didn’t crawl up next to you like he always does.

“Kookie, what’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?”

He just shook his head at you.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked hesitantly

For the first time, he looked at you, lazily propping himself up on his elbow, exposing his already messy hair. “What?!? No! It’s just-” he stopped himself, shaking his head again. 

“Did you have a long day? A bad day?” 

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“My Jungkookie need cuddles!” you declared. You immediately hugged him and peppered his face with kisses.

Instantly you could feel his tension disappear and he even giggled at your kisses. “Aish, you know just how to make me feel better!” 

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

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anonymous asked:

NONONO I MEANT 4/5

4. “Did you just hiss at me?” - “Are you judging me?”
5. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!!” - “DON’T THROW SCISSORS!”


The awful thing about staying in Daydream mode, were the consequences.

All three of Roman’s counterparts had been altered during a trip to the daydream realm and had come back looking about 20 years younger than they actually were. So it was up to Roman to fix it. Which brought him to his current predicament…

“VIRGIL BEHAVE” Roman shouted at the loose canon that the little anxious trait was.

In response, he was greeted with a wet towel to the face.

“NO! NOW FIX ME FROM HERE” The now, little trait squawked angrily and seating himself inside one of the kitchen cupboards. Roman glared and reached out to grab him. 

“I can’t do anything if you don’t-” He was cut off by Virgil slapping his hand away and hissing at him.

“Did you just hiss at me?” He narrowed his eyes and held his hand to his chest.

“Are you judging me?” Virgil countered with a sharp glare. Roman made a mental note to never let Virgil back in daydream mode. Otherwise things like-

He froze and snatched a pair of flying scissors in mid air. His eyes widened and he nearly had a heart attack.

“Did you just-” He stopped looking at Virgil incredulously, while he just glared back at him. When it finally settled in he shouted at the little scissor thrower.

“DON’T THROW SCISSORS. OH MY GOD” Roman willed the scissors to vanish and once again attempted to reach out to him.

“Don’t yell at me like a child then!” Then Roman understood. Ever since his counterpart had been reduced to a deaged form, he had forgotten that he was still Virgil. 

Virgil’s little eyes began watering and he wiped them away quickly.

“I-I’m sorry Virge. It was disgraceful of me to treat you like a child! NEVER AGAIN!” Roman shouted dramatically before dipping forward. Virgil rolled his eyes and smiled a little, making Roman smile gently as well.

After a moments hesitation, he reached forward and sighed in relief when Virgil allowed himself to be picked up. He set him on the counter and began grabbing his ingredients. The fuss of getting Virgil to behave now being over, he began to prepare the spell to get the others back to their formal selves. Problem solved.

CRASH!

“PATTON!”

“YOU’RE GOING TO WATCH WINNIE THE POOH WITH ME, AND LIKE IT” 

New problem began.


I’m hardly edited this so I hope you’re okay with errors and a horrible story all together. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. 

Can’t Remember to Forget You | x

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language

A/N: My baby has reached its end, and I could not be more proud and sad. Thank you to everyone who has stuck along for this journey - I know it was painful, but we’ve arrived. || crtfy masterlist


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Requested by: @princesskink

Hi there this is for the post you made for request? Can the pairings be between me and tom or like is it someone else and tom bc I’d really appreciate one were tom calms me or the reader down from a panic attack after their ex calls them (this actually happened to me a few days ago and it sucked) but anyway thank you

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: The reader gets a phone call from a toxic ex boyfriend and has a panic attack. Tom is there to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: panic attacks

Word Count: 2,174

A/N: I’ve never had a panic attack before, but I’ve done a lot of reading and research into it. The panic attack the reader gets is based off of source materials and things others have described to me. This is also my first reader insert and my first Tom Holland story so please be gentle 😂 If you have any requests, feel free to hit up my inbox! 



           Your heart was beating rapidly, thrumming in your chest so hard that it almost hurt. Your breath was coming in short, hurried bursts—the rapid sound of inhale, exhale, inhale filling the room around you. There was a pulsing at your temple, a dull ache that was making your vision fuzzy and your eyes water.

           You were distinctly aware that your phone had fallen to the floor and you were currently curled up against the wall, right next to it. The screen was still illuminating your kitchen and the “call ended” notification still hadn’t gone away. Your forehead was starting to feel clammy and you were shaking.

           Things had been fine for almost two years.

           You had moved out of your apartment that you shared with him and stayed with a friend until you could get back on your feet. You’d slowly started to regain your sense of self—you started going back out, started smiling again, started feeling better. You’d felt lighter than you had in years and suddenly, the world wasn’t so bleak anymore.

           Then, you’d met Tom. You still remembered when you had first met him, the memory burned into your brain like flame. You doubted you’d ever forget it. You had started working as a production assistant on the newest MARVEL film and things had been going well for you—better than you’d expected.

           The work wasn’t exhausting, the people were amazing, and you were doing something you loved. You met the actors slowly, as you bounced around from sound stage to sound stage, flowing wherever you were needed. There was little time to be star struck when you were surrounded by some of the biggest names in Hollywood constantly.

           You’d met Anthony first. He was one of the funniest people you’d ever met and had the confidence of a man who took himself and his work seriously. He introduced you to Sebastian and Chris, who were kind and soft spoken and so committed to their roles that you had a hard time not seeing them as Bucky and Steve.

           Then, slowly, you’d met the rest of the cast—Robert, Scarlet, Chris, Jeremy, Paul, and Mark—and you never once felt shy around them. They were a fun bunch, even more fun when they were all together, and they kept the set feeling lively and energetic. It was an amazing work environment and you loved it.

           You met Harrison sometime around the third week, as he was assisting Tom, who had only just begun shooting. You saw Tom around set a few times, but didn’t speak to him until nearly two months into the shooting process. The day you officially met Tom was one of the longest, busiest days on set.

           There had been a scene that had gone wrong, so production had been pushed back and everyone’s schedules went haywire. You had been darting around the set, speaking quietly with the directors and relaying messages to other assistants. In your comm, you heard the costuming director ask, “Can someone get Tom down to costuming, please?

           “I’ll send him your way,” You had responded. You wandered over to Tom, who had only just finished shooting his scene and stood next to him and waited for him to notice you. He was still wearing the Spiderman costume, his mask off and held loosely in his hands. “Excuse me, Tom?”

           He’d looked up, startled, from where he’d been about to take a drink. “Yes?”

           “They need you down in costuming,” You had said politely.

           He’d nodded his head, curly hair bouncing lightly as he did so. He took another big gulp of water and put his bottle down. “Thanks, love.”

           He had been gone before you could respond.

           It seemed silly to think of such a small moment as life changing, but it had been. After that day on set, suddenly Tom seemed to be everywhere. You usually moved across the studio as you were needed, but Tom was always somehow at every place you were sent. You saw him more and more as the shooting went on and you’d become friends.

           He’d asked you out a month after your first meeting and you’d said yes, smiling so wide that your face actually hurt from it. Tom had taken you out to dinner at a quiet restaurant in town where you’d sat in the booth and made heart eyes at each other for four hours. He had asked you out again the next morning.

           You’d been together ever since. It had been almost a year ago since you’d started dating. He was an astonishing human being and you adored every single second you spent with him. He knew how to make you laugh without trying, he knew how to brighten your day, and he knew how to calm you down from your moods.

           He was sweet and charming, kind and compassionate, funny and loving. He expressed more than any man you’d ever met and he wasn’t afraid to tell you when he was hurting. It was one of the things you loved most about him—how he’d come to you when he was feeling sad or angry or upset.

           The two of you worked well together—Tom was a ball of energy and you were the steady, calming presence that he needed to anchor him. You were an emotionally driven person and sometimes you got caught up in thoughts that tore you down, but Tom was always there to remind you of how to get back up.

           You loved him with everything you had. After your last relationship with him, you had sworn to never fall in love again, to never let yourself be vulnerable, to never let yourself be dragged under by someone else’s current. But here you were, hopelessly, desperately in love with Tom.

           And things had been going fine—great, even. You and Tom were happy. You came to his house most nights for dinner and movies, you went out shopping during the week with Harrison, you FaceTime’d the Hollands on the weekends, and you felt free for the first time in a very long time.

           But then you’d gotten the call.

           It had been your fault—you hadn’t checked the caller ID. You were at Tom’s house for the night, absently stirring pasta in the pot on the stove as you waited for Tom to get back from the store, where you’d sent him to pick up parmesan. When your phone rang, you’d automatically assumed it was Tom.

           But it was him. Your ex. The one who’d destroyed everything in your life and torn apart everything you held dear. The one who made you hate the person you were, who filled your heart with his terrible darkness, the one who’d made you swear to never, ever, fall in love with someone again.

           You couldn’t remember much of the conversation because as soon as you’d heard his voice, you heart has started pounding and your ears had started ringing. All you could remember was hearing him say your name and feeling the dread that made your heart drop all the way to your stomach.

           You had ended the call as soon as you heard him speak, but your vision was still turning black at the edges and you still felt faint. The sensation of pins and needles shot up and down your arms and you were certain that if you tried to stand, your legs would give way because they were shaking so bad.

           You couldn’t hear anything except the ringing in your ears and the sound of your panicked breaths. The wetness on your face dripped down your cheeks and onto your shirt, staining the grey material black. Your hands were trembling in your lap, vibrating with tension and anxiety.

           You were so lost in your own frightened mind that you hadn’t even heard the door open. You hadn’t heard Tom stroll into the house, hadn’t heard the way he’d called your name, didn’t heard the way the groceries clattered to the floor as he skidded across the kitchen to crouch down next to you.

           He grabbed your hands as his face swam into your line of sight, blurry and disorienting. He was saying your name, voice getting more and more frantic the longer it took you to respond. It must’ve been the, “Please, love, talk to me, what’s going on?” that startled you out of your state.

           Something about the British lilt to the words, the way he’d spoken, had stirred something in your brain that just said safe. So, you tried your hardest to focus on him and choked out a soft, “T-Tom?”

           His nervous, wide brown eyes finally found yours. You stared at him, taking comfort in the softness, the kindness you saw there. “Hi darling, come back to me,” He shushed your blubbering sobs quietly, thumbs rubbing gently across your wrists as he held you steady. “Easy now, dove.”

           “I c-can’t—”

           “I know, I know,” He shushed you again and moved closer, pulling you into his strong chest. He rubbed your back gently as he tucked your wet face into his warm neck. “Breathe, love, okay? Nice and easy. Breathe when I do,” His words were quiet and he placed both of your hands on his chest.

           Tom took a deep inhale that you desperately tried to follow. He held his breath for a few seconds and then exhaled deeply. He continued breathing like this for a few moments, inhaling, holding, and exhaling, until your own breathing had calmed down and you had sagged against him in relief.

           Your head was still pounding and your face was still wet, but your vision had cleared and your hands had stopped shaking. Tom was still rubbing your back, fingers making slow ovals from your shoulders down to your waist, when you finally felt comfortable enough to croak out, “Thanks.”

           “How are you doing?” He asked, voice still quiet.

           “Better,” You told him. You leaned back and looked up at his face, wiping underneath your eyes and under your nose. You felt exhausted and drained, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed for the next twenty-four hours and never get up.

           “What happened?” He asked, eyes searching yours.

           “He called me,” You explained, voice rough. “He said my name and I—I couldn’t—I couldn’t breathe.”

           “Easy, easy,” He cooed gently, brushing your hair out of your face. “He’s not here. You’re here, with me. You’re safe.”

           “I know,” You whispered, voice breaking. You coughed and sniffed, resting your head back against his chest. You rubbed at your eyes, sighing. “I hate that he has this much power over me. That he can make me fall apart like this.”

           “That’s what people like him do, my love,” Tom said, voice sad and apologetic. “They get into your head and fill it with lies and hatred. They tear you down and break you apart.”

           “I just wish he’d leave me alone,” You admitted.

           “I do too,” Tom nuzzled the top of your head, lightly brushing his nose over your scalp. “I hate seeing you like this.”

           “I’m sorry,” You told him, fingers curling in the soft cotton of his shirt.

           “Don’t apologize, darling,” He said immediately, placing a firm, but gentle kiss at the crown of your hair. “You don’t need to apologize for anything, you hear me?”

           You nodded slowly. “Thank you, Tom. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

           “You’re welcome, my love,” He squeezed you just a little bit tighter. “I’ll always be here for you.”

           “I know,” You said, smiling into his neck.

           Tom helped you to your feet slowly, holding on to your hands to make sure you didn’t fall. You swayed in to him, being pulled into his orbit like the moon to the earth. He rubbed your back as you settled against his chest. He glanced at the stove. “Why don’t you go get in bed, and I’ll clean up in here?”

           You were too tired to argue, so you mumbled out an, “Okay,” and stumbled off towards Tom’s bedroom. You didn’t waste any time in stripping to your pajamas, throwing on one of Tom’s softest shirts and climbing under the thick, heavy comforter. Tom came into the bedroom only a few minutes later.

           He followed your lead, stripping out of his clothes and into his sleep attire, before clicking off the light and climbing in beside you. He curled up behind you immediately, his arm bracketing your waist and his nose pressed against the base of your spine. You wedged one of your feet between his and pressed your back against his chest.

           “Goodnight, darling,” Tom breathed out, already sounding half asleep. His breath tickled the back of your neck and gently moved your hair. “I love you.”

           A genuine smile slid across your face. “I love you too, Tom.”


A/N: requests are open loves, hope you all enjoyed xx

anonymous asked:

Could you do a RFA+V+Saeran Wrap reacting to MC having a panic attack in public? I hope this is descriptive enough! Thank you! <3

A/N: Panic attacks are never easy, whether they’re in public or not, so please try your hardest to take care of yourself if you suffer from one! I know in the moment it’s hard to remember that, but remember to try your hardest! ^^ ~Admin 404

(Also hey guys just a soft reminder that requests /are/ closed, I’m working on the ones I still currently have, okay? ^^)

*YOOSUNG:

               The poor baby actually panics over /you/ panicking and it’s a whole mess. Isn’t quite sure what to do, so he’s running back and forth, trying to shoo anyone who may be around you away. He’s up, he’s down, he’s running in circles around you trying to figure out what to do. Constant cooing and not so quiet whispers telling you that you’ll be okay. Tries to hold you to him and pet your hair but is confused when you push him away- what was he supposed to do?! He’s not sure how to help because he’s never felt something this extreme? Sure there’s been a few instances where he’s panicked but never something like this- and when he’s panicked it was a lot of high pitched screaming and he knows it isn’t going to really help you… So he studies up for the next time, so he can do more for you!!!

*ZEN:

               Physically pushing everyone away from you because he must!! Protect you!! Has to remember to stop barking at everyone so he can actually help you through it. Soft coos that you’ll be okay, reminders to breathe, and he holds your hands in his own so they don’t curl up. If you need to squeeze his hand, you can- no matter how hard. He’s doing the breathing exercises with you, and for once in his life he isn’t overdramatic. He just wants you to be okay! He asks you what he can do for you from now on when it happens because he can’t imagine seeing you in that much distress again without a way to help you! He’s supposed to protect his beloved at all costs, even if it’s from your own body!

*JAEHEE:

               I’m sure she’s read up on it if you’ve told her before, so she can probably tell when one is coming on. She’ll pull you aside to somewhere quiet with a significantly less amount of people. Doing all she can do to help you calm down before it comes on, but if she can’t then she holds you (if you let her). Makes sure there’s something you can hold onto so your nails don’t dig in the palm of your hands, like a cushion or she just carries two little bean bags or stress relief toys in her purse! Helps to distract you from whatever seemed to trigger your panic- she’ll make you think hard about something else and hope that the topic change can at least slow the actual panic process. If it doesn’t then she’s there until the end, reminding you that she’s there, and that you aren’t alone!

*JUMIN:

               I feel like he’s been through a few pretty bad attacks and just hides it from everybody because he’s supposed to be viewed as calm, collected, and stand-offish. His body guards will form a barricade and make sure /no one/ gets even remotely close to the two of you. He’s rubbing up and down your arms gently, giving you forehead kisses and whispering as soft as he possibly can to you. He walks you through the 5 senses to ground you, and has you hold your hand to his own heart so you can hopefully settle your breathing and eventually your heart rate. Makes sure that you look into his eyes often so you know that you aren’t going through this alone. He wants to be there for you and let you know that it’ll be okay- like he wanted someone to do for him. Never got the support so he vows to be there as yours.

*SAEYOUNG:

               10/10 also has panic attacks. They aren’t as often as they were when he was alone, but he still remembers what he wish people would’ve done to help him. Always has headphones on him, so he makes you a playlist full of songs that he hopes can distract you, calm you down, or songs that are simply your favourites. He makes his movements very obvious so he doesn’t startle you, as he holds you to his chest. Likes to tap his fingers somewhere on your body (where it’s noticeable to you) in the rhythm of a steady heartbeat so you can subconsciously lower yours. Always hiding you in his jacket so you’re protected from the world and any prying eyes. The last thing you need right now is to feel self conscious about panicking. He’s there with dumb jokes, funny faces, and cute nose kisses once it’s all over so you can quickly forget about it and feel great again~

*DADDV:

               He’s taken off guard and is honestly panicking on the inside. Outside he is calm and trying to shield you with his body away from anyone passing by. Constantly petting your hair, holding you close, and whispering things like “you’ll be okay” and “I love you” in your ear. Draws soft circles on your cheek bones with his thumbs because he’s cupping your face to remind you there’s a warm, living, breathing person in front of you. Wishes he knew a little bit more about it, but he doesn’t. He’s gone through similar things with Rika but every person is different and he knows that. He attempts to do the 5 senses exercise that he’s learned from Jumin but he fumbles and mixes up which senses go to which number. Hopefully it makes you laugh and he is slightly relieved, but if it doesn’t then he just continuously apologizes and tries to fix himself.

*SAERAN:

               You /always/ help him with his so he is right there ready to help you with your own. At the slightest sign of one, he’s pushing you into a secluded place, whether it’s an alleyway, behind a tree, he doesn’t care- he just needs to get you out of there. Makes you grab onto his shirt as he holds you because he doesn’t want you hurting yourself. Pulls your head straight to his chest so you can hear his heartbeat and feel his breathing. Tells you to mimic to the best of your ability while simultaneously walking you through the 5 senses exercise like you walk him through it every time. Hands constantly running through your hair, and he mumbles sweet things against the top of your head that he’ll deny he said later on.  Will wipe away tears and kiss your forehead every time a tear slips down your cheek. He is literally /so/ cute, he’ll kiss all around your face when you start to calm down just so you’ll laugh and he’ll know that you’re okay. Again, completely denies that it /ever/ happened later on.


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increasinglyembarrassed  asked:

I wonder if the Hound will ever tell Tormund the story of how he and Brienne met. Like "yeah we fucking met and had a long dirty fight and just when I thought I had her down she BIT MY FUCKING EAR OFF AND PUNCHED ME OFF OF A GODDAMNED CLIFF" and Tormund just has heart eyes the whole time 😍😍😍😍😍

“You bit a man’s ear off that is the hottest thing I have ever heard babe oh my god”

all this new short haired ladybug art has got me like *heart eyes*

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And I thought about you, and thought about you, and thought about you…