how can you not melt

have you ever taken the time to really look into this face, though

How you feel when the zodiac signs look into your eyes

Aries: when they stare into your eyes you feel like they’re going to devour you, so fiercely…you can melt right in front of them. They have a harmful look for your heart

Taurus: when they stare into your eyes you can feel their big and generous heart. They can allure u in one second, they can make u fall in love into an instant, be aware where u look

Gemini: when they stare into your eyes u can see their world and their curiosity, their look can make u feel the most special person in the world. They can make u feel wanted in one stare, but their eyes are hard to get

Cancer: When they stare into your eyes you can see their strong will and their loving nature! Such bright and brave look! You can see into their eyes how loyal they are.

Leo: When they stare into your eyes u can see how wise they are, you can read into their look how hard they are working to please everyone and to take care of others, beautiful eyes

Virgo: When they stare into your eyes u can feel how they analyse you. They can make u melt or freeze with one stare, it depends on their mood and how they perceive you

Libra: When they stare into your eyes you can see their truthful and caring mind, they can make you feel understood and their look will make u feel ~at home~

Scorpio: When they stare into your eyes at first you can see their fear to be hurt, but after they know you , u can see their childish and loving heart, they can make u feel not lonely in one look

Sagittarius: When they stare into your eyes you can see their seek of adventure and their need to make new friends, their stare tell you not to be afraid , their look make u feel safe somehow…!

Capricorn: When they stare into your eyes you feel the luckiest person alive, you feel wanted and you feel like u can understand them. Their look make u feel like your naked In front of them

Aquarius: When they stare into your eyes you can feel a wall between you two, they are in their world, their look make u nuts and make u want to now more, their look break hearts and make others fall in love.

Pisces: When they stare into your eyes you feel like you are controlled by their mind, you feel loved but at the same time you feel like u can fall at any time, they hypnotise with their look

Sigils and How to Use Them:  -  (A Master Post)

This post isn’t about creating sigils but, rather what they are and how to use them to their fullest potential. A Sigil is a symbol, but not just any ordinary symbol. They are sigils that are created with intention, will, and magic. They are vessels that carry your intentions- a means of making them manifest. There are three very distinct views on this matter: Instant, Passive, and Active.I personally believe all are correct. However, one method may be more suitable for certain Sigils than the others.

Please note:

 It is very important that, while you are drawing the Sigil, you are present and mindfully putting the right intention into it. 

If you are totally new, here are some examples of some Sigils that I have made:
~~~Sigils~~~
~~~How I Make my Sigils~~~
~~~Sigil Chains~~~

Sigil Activation:

Sigils are activated upon creation but can be further powered using any of the following three methods. If you have a book made specifically for Sigils, (especially if you create or keep Sigils for cursing) be sure to create or draw Sigils on the front and back covers that will cancel the effects of all other sigils within the book. 

Instant Sigils:

This method is a One-Shot-Johnny. It is the strongest in terms of manifestation. However, the effects are very short-lived. This method involves destroying the Sigil. Once the Sigil is destroyed its power is at 150% but decreases back to 0% at an exponential rate. Depending on the caster, it could last up to two days. 
I use this method to amplify my spells and intentions. 

Here’s how it works:

Take a Sigil, let’s say one for empowering intentions, and draw it onto a piece of paper. 
Charge the Sigil. You can do this is sooooooo many ways. ‘pray’ to it, masturbate to it, set crystals on it, leave it in the moonlight, etc.
Then, once you have set your spell and have started the ritual, burn the Sigil. You are not limited in how you can destroy the Sigil! You can burn, tear, shred, melt, smudge, or soak them (If drawn in water-based ink). The effects will be manifest immediately. 


Passive Sigils:

In this form of Sigilwork, Sigils will only manifest while they aren’t remembered. The moment that they are remembered, they lose their effect, or it becomes very weak.  

Here’s how it works:

Take a Sigil, let’s say one for positivity, and draw it on a piece of paper.
Then charge the Sigil. 
Then, place the Sigil in a place which no one will find or see it, not even yourself.
The Sigil will really start working its magic once you have entirely forgotten about it. 

Active Sigils:

Active sigils are powered by remembering them and feeding them intention.
 
Here’s how it works:

Take a Sigil, let’s say one for protection from negative energy, and draw it on your skin, a piece of paper, or a miscellaneous object you keep on you. Then you would rub or ‘pray’ to the Sigil whenever you needed it, pouring the intention of protection into it as you did so. This strengthens the Sigil and causes a more direct manifestation at the same time. You can charge these Sigils the same as Passive Sigils.


Sigils in Spellcraft:

As I had mentioned above, I use sigils to amplify my focus or intentions. 
There are other ways to use them in spells. You could even make a spell entirely from Sigils. 

Here are some examples of some smaller spells that involve Sigils:
A Raven’s Breath
Snap Magic

In larger spells, you can create Spell Circles- or incorporate Sigils into Sacred Circles. Below is an example of a Spell Circle.


In the center of the circle is the Sigil that acts as the root for the entire spell. This Sigil is basically like the subject of a sentence. Whereas the symbols on the ring of the circle are the actions. 

You can create Spell Circles of your own!
Step 1: Draw a circle
Step 2: Draw a Sigil inside that circle.
Step 3: Write the specified implementation of said Sigil around the perimeter of that circle. The language doesn’t matter- as long as it boosts your headspace.
(I created my own language/cipher/cryptograph for my GreyGrimoire so that peering eyes wouldn’t be able to read it.)
Step 4: Create the rest of the spell around the Spell Circle. (Whether you’re making a spell bottle, or enchanting and Item or casting a curse. Just gather your materials and build correspondences.)
Step 5: Cast that mamma jamma!

I have made a Masterpost about Spell Circles and you can find it HERE.

If you have any further questions, don’t hesitate to ask me or another blog! Remember, everyone’s craft is different- These are beliefs from my craft. Though, I try to be as respectful as possible to other crafts.  

I still can’t believe I was Straight™ for like fourteen years, I look back on it and just ??? How??? Child, did you never see a girl? And nonbinary folks are like legit ethereal deities, how did you survive not knowing you were pansexual how

Things I LOVED about BatB 2017:

• The Prince’s make-up in the beginning, like hot DAMN
• The Prince’s Disney villain laugh, don’t ask me why, but that was so sexy
• Maurice singing
• Gaston and LeFou = dream duo
• Gaston actually being nice in the beginning
• Belle actually trying to escape
• Getting to know about Belle’s and the Prince’s childhood
• Days in the Sun, it made me cry
• THE PRINCE AS KID
• Everything about the ballroom scene
• EVERMOREEEEEEEEE
• LeFou’s character developement
• The look on the Prince’s face after the transformation - you can SEE how much he loves Belle and that made me melt
• The whole ending scene
• The dance at the end
• Belle’s and the Prince’s outifts in the end
• Especially the Prince’s, like did you see how beautiful that blue outfit was???
• The GROWL!!!
• The whole cast
• The whole soundtrack


Let’s just say I loved nearly everything about it. Gonna watch it again tomorrow.

How You Feel When The Zodiac Signs Look Into Your Eyes

Aries: when they stare into your eyes you feel like they’re going to devour you, so fiercely…you can melt right in front of them. They have a harmful look for your heart

Taurus: when they stare into your eyes you can feel their big and generous heart. They can allure u in one second, they can make u fall in love into an instant, be aware where u look

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Traitor

Request: “can i request a draco fic where you move to hogwarts from another wizarding school in like year 10 (10th grade idk how you might say it) and you come from a really well known Gryffindoor family, you know the Weasleys, but get sorted into Slytherin and everyones really shocked and you become friends with Harry and Hermione (you already knew Ron) but you have a secret fling with Draco and it somehow gets revealed and backlash from Pansy and Harry, Ron and Hermione of course. Thanks so much xxx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2216

Warnings: implied SMUT boiiiiiiiiiii also i feel like this fic is v incoherent and messy but i hope u guys enjoy it anyway hehe

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You were green in a sea of red. Since your first day at Hogwarts, you had felt misplaced. There had been many hushed meetings with the sorting hat, with Dumbledore too. You asked and asked until you had more questions than you had started off with. Your Father’s side of the family, all Gryffindors, and your Mother’s side all American Thunderbirds. Neither pointed towards the outcome that occurred the day you arrived at Hogwarts, the same week you had returned to the UK to live with your father.

Slytherin.

And yet, you felt shunned by them. Your last name carried deep significance to all Gryffindors, the name engraved in many trophies and plaques. The day you joined the cunning house of Slytherin was the only time you sat at your table, for even though you now wore the green robes, the only people who you felt at home with were the brave ones; the lions. You were a snake amongst strong beasts, and it really showed. That was, until you met a young blonde boy who helped you understand where you belonged.

You had met him on your first day, his eyes quick and calculating as you walked down the hallway, surrounded by your new supportive Gryffindor friends.

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Chin Up Kiddo

Summary: Stan comes to Eddies aid and finds out things he had never known about his smallest friend.

A/N: There is multiple ships mentioned in this but the main focus is Stan and Eddie’s friendship. I don’t think there’s fiction about these two as friends and I wanted to write something different

Word Count: 2416

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Stan sat beside Bill, his hand encased in his as they watched the football players scrimmage. It was a warm day, the September chill was late to Derry this year and Stan found that this kept everyone in a rather joyful mood. He looked up to his boyfriend and smiled, admiring his chiseled jaw and deep blue eyes. He was perfect, so absolutely perfect that he still, even after six months of dating, had butterflies in his stomach every time they touched.

The other losers laid lazily around them, admiring Mike as he was pitted against his own team. Stanly watched him walk to the sideline, waving up to his friend’s enthusiastically. They waved back, and Richie even cat called.

“Geez Rich, keep those kind of sexual advances for Eddie.” Beverly joked, snuggling closer to Ben’s side. Her boyfriend accepted her weight, throwing his arm around her petite shoulders.

Richie smirked, “I would if he was here.” For the first time that evening Stan noticed the small boy’s absence, he looked to Richie who shrugged, answering his nonverbal question. “He said he’d meet us here, he has gym last period and has to take a shower. You know how he can be.” 

This sufficed for Stan, who melted back into his boyfriend. As time progressed, and the game neared the end he noticed Richie become anxious at his own boyfriends absence, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. Bill muttered something about Eddie that Stan couldn’t make out, he turned to ask what he had said when he felt his mobile vibrate in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and noticed the text message from the missing loser.

Eddie: I need you to meet me in the boy’s locker room, come alone and don’t tell Richie.

Stan smiled at the text, assuming it a continuation of Eddie’s and Richie’s prank war that had started at the beginning of the semester. Typically, Stan had been one of the main players throughout Richie’s relentless tricks but he honestly refused to pick sides.

Bill noticed the message and smirked, letting go of Stan’s hand. Gently he planted a kiss against his curly hair causing Stan to blush. “Go ahead, I’ll see you after.” Bill whispered in his ear sweetly. It took a few moments to pry himself away from his boyfriend but eventually Stan left the group, telling the others he needed to use the restroom.

The halls of Derry High School were empty. Stan’s heavy footsteps echoed around him and he found himself rather creeped out at the lingering smell of hormonal children. He neared the locker room and smirked, hoping what Eddie had planned was as unrelenting as what Richie had pulled last week. He opened the door, surprised to see the lights were off.

Stan flicked the switch, illuminating the space around him. “Eddie?” He called, looking down all of the isles. As he approached the last row of lockers he felt his stomach twist painfully. He knew this wasn’t right, something was wrong. “Eddie? Are you in here?”

There was a small whispered in response and Stan could just barely make out his own name. He turned towards the last row and froze, his blood running completely cold. There in a heap against the lockers was Eddie, or least a bloody version of Eddie. His bare chest was painted crimson, obviously originating from his nose. Black and blue welts ran along his face, down his neck and across his torso decorating his fragile body. He held a small towel, using it to cover his naked shame.

“What the fuck?” Stan blurted, quickly moving to his friend. Eddie looked at him and offered a broken smile, which only caused Stan to cringe. “Are you okay Eddie?” He muttered, unable to bring himself to touch the battered loser.

“Peachy.” He croaked, leaning his head against the green lockers behind him. “Fucking peachy.”

“What happened to you and is that-“He paused, noticing shimmering particles in the boy’s messy hair. “Glitter?”

Eddie cringed, nodding his head. “Some guys, they caught me in the shower.” He explained, adjusting himself into a better seated position, wincing with every movement. “They beat me pretty bad and doused me with fucking sparkles, can you believe the irony?”

“No, I can’t.” He admitted, frowning at his friend’s dark humor. Eddie rolled his eyes, “I should call Richie.”

“Don’t.” Eddie hissed, suddenly grabbing ahold of Stan’s wrist.

“He needs to-“

“No.” The small boy practically shouted, “Do not call him.”

Stanley flinched at the harsh command, feeling Eddie’s desperate fingers bite into his wrist. He could see fear in the small boy’s eyes but behind that was something else entirely, something that was seldom seen among the losers.  “Okay.” Stan whispered, placing his other hand gently against his friend’s tense hold. “Just tell me what you need.”

“They took my bag, it had all of my clothes.”

Stan nodded, pulling himself away from his friend. He went to his own locker and pulled out his gym uniform and his shower shoes. Eddie thanked him, attempting to rise from the floor only to crash back down once his weight had shifted.

Stan had to fight back tears as he helped him to the bench, treating him as if he was made from china. It took everything he not to scream in frustration, instead forcing himself to focus on attending to his wounded friend. Gently they pulled the shirt over his head, almost immediately becoming soaked in his blood. Eddie profusely apologized for this but Stan ignored him as he helped him into the shorts.

“Okay now what?” The taller boy asked, forcing himself to swallow his emotions.

“Did you drive?”

“No but I have Bill’s keys.” He replied, touching his back pocket lightly. “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

Eddie shook his head, “No, my mom would flip shit if I did.”

“Okay well how about my house? My parents are at my cousin’s bar mitzvah out of town, we can go there and get you cleaned up.” Eddie agreed to this, again apologizing for everything that he was asking of him. Stanley frowned, watching the tears stream down his friend’s bruised face. He swallowed the lump in his throat, pulling the almost weightless boy from the bench. Eddie’s arm wrapped around Stan’s shoulder, leaning on him for support.

Although it was a short walk, it took them fifteen minutes to make it to Bills car. Eddie did his best to suppress his discomfort, however every few steps a helpless whimper would squeak through his chest. Out of respect Stan pretended not to hear it, instead focusing the uneven asphalt. They made it to the vehicle and Stan helped his friend into the passenger’s seat, wincing as Eddie dropped his grip on his shirt. He shut the door and made his way around to the other side.

The ignition breathed life into the car, its soft hum being the only noise between them. Stan paused, pulling out his phone. Eddie noticed, suddenly tense. “Who are you-“

“Just Bill.” Stan replied quickly, knowing that his friend was going to ask. “I’m telling him I’m taking his car and that he will need to catch a ride home with Rich or Ben.”

Eddie didn’t say anything else the entire ride, instead he just stared out the window, watching Derry pass them by. They pulled into Stan’s empty drive and he killed the car, looking over to the small frame beside him. “Eddie?” He whispered, afraid of what he was going to ask but the need for it to be answered suffocated him.

“Yeah.” He replied, looking up to him.

“Why don’t you want to call Richie? He would be able to take care of you a lot better than me.”

Eddie shifted in his seat, uncomfortable tension growing in the air. He took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly and a bit staggered. “They guys who-“He paused, motioning to his face. Stan nodded, understanding. “They did it because of something Richie said. They targeted me on purpose.”

Stan felt the air leave his lungs. His heart cracked loudly and he was almost sure that Eddie could have heart it. “I don’t understand, if it was something Richie did then why come after you.”

He could see tears in the small boy’s eyes as he looked away, ashamed of himself. “Because I’m small, weak and going after Richie is like going after a jackrabbit.” It was meant to be a joke, Stan knew this but he didn’t find any humor in the situation. “Richie says things, and it’s not his fault, not one bit. People who take his humor the wrong way know that they can get to him by going through me. In fact it’s the easiest way because when it comes to me, he is so impulsive. If he would have found me instead of you, he would have gone after them and gotten himself killed Stan.”

Stan didn’t reply, gripping onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He shook his head, biting back the tears that filled his vision. Eddie gently placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, causing him to jump slightly. “I texted you because you are the calmest, most composed person I know and that’s what I needed. I’m sorry to put this on you, and I know your more Richie’s friend than mine, but I just thought you were the only person who would remotely understand.”

Stan understood. He understood a million times over and that’s what made him even more broken. Even though Richie was seen as the strong one in his and Eddie’s relationship, Stan knew that that just wasn’t the case. Eddie’s strength wasn’t physical and just by looking at his small stature you would assume he was the weakest of the group when in fact, he was the strongest person of them all. “Okay.” Stan finally muttered, opening his car door. “Let’s get you inside.”

They didn’t speak to one another much, a thank you from Eddie as Stan handed him a pair of fresh clothes and a mumbled response when the smaller boy left to take a much needed shower was their only exchange. Stan was relieved to be alone, left with his thoughts. He was overwhelmed with the situation and could feel his obsessive compulsion crawl just under his skin.

There was a vibration from his pocket and he pulled out his phone to notice Richie’s stupid face plastered on his incoming call. Stan heard the shower turn on across the hall and with a deep sigh he rejected it. He knew that Richie was being ignored by his boyfriend and that was why he was calling him but he still felt dirty snubbing his friend. That was until the second call came in, again Richie. Stan groaned and ignored it, repeating the action with the third and fourth calls.

Stan grumbled, laying on his bed he stared at his phone, watching the calls roll in. Then they stopped, and a sense of relief washed over the curly haired boy. A few moments passed and he felt the all too familiar buzzing of his phone, only this time Bill’s face appeared across his screen.

With a smile he answered, “Hey babe.”

“Is he with you?” It wasn’t Bill. The deeper and much angrier voice sent Stan’s stomach to the floor.

“Is who with me?”

“I’m not in the mood for games Stan. Is Eddie with you or not?”

Stan looked over to the bathroom door, still hearing the shower run. “Yeah. I have him. “

“What the fuck is going on?” Richie sneered into the phone, “Why is no one answering and why in the hell did I need to use Bill’s phone for you to take my call!”

“It was Eddie’s idea, he didn’t want you to-to-“He paused, knowing that it wasn’t his place to explain. Richie was his best friend but he had a responsibility to the boy in his care.

“Did I do something wrong? Is this supposed to be a fight?”

“No.”

“Is he hurt? God, please tell me he isn’t hurt.”

Stan didn’t answer, finally hearing the water turn off in the bathroom. He could practically feel Richie’s heavy breath through the phone, begging for the validation that his boyfriend was okay. Stan knew he couldn’t answer and he refused to lie. “I’m on my way.” Richie’s voice cut harshly.

A panic spread through Stan, “No. Richie please don’t come over. Eddie will call you when-“But the line went dead before he could finish.

“He’s on his way isn’t her?” Stan looked up from his phone and noticed the small boy, the spare clothes hanging awkwardly from his small body.

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie shook his head, “There is absolutely nothing to be sorry for Stan. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me today, Richie was bound to find his way here.”

There was a faint smile on Stan’s face, feeling his heart swell in his chest. “I would do anything for a friend.” He replied honestly, “And you’re as good as they come Eddie.”

Richie arrived exactly four minutes later, bursting through the front door unannounced, Bill in tow. Eddie waited for him in Stan’s room, sitting on his bed and fidgeting with his oversized shirt. The moment Richie laid eyes on his boyfriend he broke, dropping to his knees in front of him. Eddie tried to sooth him but the sobs ripped through the trashmouth violently.

“It’s okay Rich.” Eddie whispered as his boyfriend buried his face into his lap. The small boy ran his fingers through Richie’s frizzy hair, breathing sweet nothings into him. Richie’s apologies soon came, he repeated them over and over again until his voice was horse.

“I never thought I would ever see Richie like this.” Stan looked beside him, noticing his boyfriend for the first time. He smiled, accepting a gentle peck on the cheek.  

Stan shook his head, appreciating his friend who now had his face in his boyfriend’s hair. “Let’s leave them alone for a minute.” He whispered, pulling Bill out of the room and closing the door.

They started down the stairs, Bill close on his heels. “Do you think Eddie will be okay?“

Stan replied honestly, feeling a sense of pride grow in his belly. “Eddie is the strongest person I know Bill. He will be fine.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Dating Jooheon Would Include

“Okay so i saw that the request were open and ,, could you please do on of those ” Dating would include ” with Jooheon? ((imsorryimveryawkwardatthese))”


OKAY !! his blonde hair and contacts are not something i needed -  i feel threatened w o w .

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It’s not that I don’t want you. I have never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you. I have feelings for you. And it’s not about sex. I mean, don’t get me wrong - you’re incredibly sexy. But I saw your beautiful, first. Your eyes are brown but they’re nearly a dark green, hell I’d even call them a rich hazel color - they’re beautiful. The sound of your voice and the way you speak- is beautiful. How your laugh can just make me melt, how your giggle makes me feel like my world has paused - is beautiful. You are beautiful. I want you, I do. I want you in every way I can have you.

I want to take you out and buy you dinner or lunch or coffee or a lollipop. I want to hold your hand and make you feel like nothing can hurt you because nothing will hurt you as long as I’m there. I want to tell you things that I’ve never told anyone and I want to hear everything you have to say, everything you think, I want to know you like I know my favorite book. I want to kiss you and make your body shiver and I want to trail my fingers along your body. I want to be with you. But I can’t right now.

And I’m not good enough. That’s the truth. I’m not good. I’m not even an okay person. I will hurt you because I don’t know how to not hurt people. I just do. Even when I don’t mean to. But I don’t want to be that person with you, I don’t want to hurt you like I’ve hurt other people. You don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve someone like me, you deserve the best and I am not even close. You deserve someone as good as you are. You deserve someone better. And I’m not…

Not yet.

—  Oko Ninjah (not yet)
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Favourite Crowen Scenes

       5x09: “I Think You’re Beautiful”

Imagine reassuring bestfriend!Woozi when he starts getting doubtful of his own abilities as an producer and composer.

BONUS: Imagine bestfriend!Woozi telling you that he appreciates all the support you’ve given to him and his career.

Imagine your favorite turtle giving you cuddles after a long time.

Maybe it’s promblems with school or family or something, anything! Anything that just stresses you out or gets you down.

Your favorite turtle realizes that something is up and takes you in his arms.

“Come on and lay down with me. You’ll feel better…”


Imagine Leonardo whispering comforting things in your ear. Bits of poetry you love or sweet nothings, things that make you happy.

He rubs your back softly, occasionally kissing your forehead.

“Tell me what I need to do to see that smile, love.”


Imagine Raphael being (secretly) an awesome cuddler. He spoons you, holding you tight in his arms like he wants to protect you from everything else in the world.

Which he really, really does.

“It’s alright, tiger, I got ya…”


Imagine Donatello massaging you as you cuddle, his clever hands knowing just how to make you relax. You can feel the stress melting away as he continues, occasionally sneaking a kiss.

“I know exactly what to do, darling. Leave it to Donatello.”


Imagine Michelangelo being the king of cuddles. He has this makeshift hammock strung up in his room and you’re in it together, you laying on his chest and he covers you in kisses and tells you jokes.

“It’s all right, baby, I’m right here for you. Just forget about everyone else!”

anonymous asked:

the hosts + cuddling and how they kiss headcanons? tyvm!! 💟💟

Hello! can you please do a thing of how the Hosts kiss? That would melt my heart! Your writing is amazing!!

Can you please do an imaginecof the hosts and what their kisses are like? Thanks

Thank you so much! The cuddling gif version can be found here, and the text version here. The gif version of the Hosts’ kisses can be found here. I hope you like it!

Tamaki: Every kiss was a smile. Before his lips even met yours they would curve up in anticipation of what was about to be. Tamaki’s lips are soft, and every time they touch yours you can’t help but be surprised. The memories are never as good as the actual thing. His touch was tender and gentle, brushing his lips against yours like they were rose petals that he was afraid to break. He left the intensity of the kiss up to you, letting your passion set the boundaries for his love. His hands cradle your face, tilting your chin to meet his advances. His touch was just as gentle as his kiss.

Kyoya: One look at his eyes was enough to send shivers down your spine. His gaze traced your lips, and you almost swore that you saw the memory of past kisses within his eyes’ depths. His lips meet yours slowly, a soft peck before pausing to judge your reaction. The first few times he kissed you he asked your permission, but now he took your more silent cues. His lips are tense against yours, but gentle. His kiss is like a waltz, his lips guiding yours to the different steps to the beat of your heart. Kyoya is incredibly tuned in to how your body reacts to different aspects of him, and he would never do anything that made you uncomfortable. His hands never stay in one place too long. Tracing your jawline, holding your hand, or caressing the nape of your neck; they are all motions he has made within seconds of each other. No matter how many times you have kissed before, he is still worried that his touch might make you uncomfortable.

Hikaru: Hikaru isn’t the best with words, something that he willing admits to you on every occasion where he tries to explain his heart. Luckily, his kiss is much better at communicating his feelings. When his lips meet yours everything feels rushed, as if he can never get enough. The force he uses when he kisses you with his slightly capped lips isn’t enough to bruise, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like it sometimes. His need for you is like a wild fire that drives him forward, the frustration he feels about not being able to communicate his feelings verbally takes form in his kiss. His hand wraps around the back of your head, his fingers winding into your hair. When he pulls back you are left panting, his kiss is like running the best marathon of your life. It is tiring but you can’t wait until you can do it again.

Kaoru: Your kisses to him are like water to a thirsty man. One of his hands rests under your jaw, pulling you towards him eagerly. Most of his kisses are controlled, a sweet peck on your lips. Sometimes though, you can feel his smirk against your lips as he nibbles on your bottom lip. The force behind his kiss when he’s like that is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. He brings you so close you can feel his heart beat as if were within your own chest. It’s time like this you wonder if he knows what he does to you, and you always find your answer in his smile when he pulls away. He knows.

Mori: His eyes stare deep into your own until you can feel his breath on your lips. Gently he paces his lips against your, placing one hand on the side of your face. His kiss is slow, languid. Takashi is so careful not to push you in anyway, be it physically in order to avoid actually harming you, or mentally. Your comfort and enjoyment is so much more important to him than his own all consuming love for you. With the hand not cradling your face, he’ll wrap it around your waist, a touch so light that it feels more like a memory. Takashi shies away from many forms of public displays of affection, so when he kisses you it will always be in private. Something that makes a sweet, innocent kiss like this so much more intimate.

Hani: His kiss is messy, unkempt and desperate. There is no warning as he pulls you toward him, pressing his lips hurriedly to yours. You could almost swear that he energy that flows through his body becomes a tangible thing as it floods your bloodstream. You can feel the electricity run from your fingertips to your heart where the shock is almost too much for you to hide. His arms wrap tightly around you, holding your body flush against his. 

Haruhi: Her kiss is calm, relaxed. The speed of the kiss is in complete juxtaposition with the speed at which both of your hearts beat. Her hands hold yours tightly by your side. Slowly she releases her grip on one to trail it up to your face, running her thumb over your cheekbone. She pulls away just as languidly as she kept the pace of your kiss. A smile pulled up the corners of her lips, her happiness shone obviously in her eyes. Her hand still lingers on your face, just like the tingling memory of the kiss you just shared.

2 A.M

Daveed Diggs x Reader 

Note: I loved this request and the minute I read it, I knew I couldn’t wait to write it. So here it is, I made it a college au because that photo of Daveed in college being all adorable is still stuck in my brain and this just feels like it fits well with a couple of college students you know? Anyway, I hope you like it and please tell me what you think!

Request: Request: It’s 2 am, and Daveed and the Reader are just listening to music on the couch (Like Prince, FKA Twigs, or whatever in that mood style) and they get in the mood and cuddle and make-out and talk about deep stuff, and gives her a promise ring?

Warnings: this is just fluff with a touch of making out

Word Count: 1,400

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @tallish-hobbit @iamgrayfox @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u


Daveed’s deep sigh is drowned out as you drop the needle onto your old scratched up copy of Purple Rain. The record had originally belonged to your mom, having bought it the day it came out, and after finding it buried in the back of a cupboard the last time you went home you brought it back to school with you.

The first song on the album begins and the sound feels so familiar, so much like home.

“I don’t know why you still listen to records, they scratch so easily you hardly get to hear the music,” he says.

He’s leaning back against your pillows, his arms behind his head, looking much too comfortable for your liking.

“And then halfway through you have to turn it over for the second half of the songs” he continues when you don’t respond.

“Says the guy who bought me records for my last birthday,” you point out.

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BTS reaction to watching you fall asleep on skype

Yoongi: / Realize you’re fast asleep / Oh ?

Yoongi : He’ll smile and whispers : ‘Good night babe’ before turning the video call off.

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Jimin : (His heart will completely melt at how cute you look ) : How can someone be so adorable ? I’m-

- Stares at your sleeping figure for a couple of minutes 


- Taehyung : Gif speeks for itself . /JKJK/

Originally posted by adornu

- - Taehyung : (both of you will be trying to stay awake even though you’re both dead tired  )

Taehyung : You know you can go to be-

(Before he could finish his sentence , you’re already in dream land)

Taehyung: Look at this puppy…

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Seokjin: How can someone sleep so fast ??

- gif; jinblond

- Seokjin : send you kisses even though you can’t see him


Hoseok : /Wont be able to contain himself/ Good lord , LOOK AT MY BABY 

Hoseok:  /Turn to the members / They’re fast asleep , omg can you believe how cute they look ??

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Namjoon : This dork , look at them 

- Gif:parkjmzl

Namjoon : Stare lovingly at your sleeping figure thinking about your  relationship and how they’re so many people living on earth but he was lucky enough to have met you.

Originally posted by coffee-joonie

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Jungkook: Look who’s asleep~ 

Jungkook : This is some good blackmail material ..

Gifs not mine credit go to the rightful owners.

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