i think someone needs a hug!

OK BUT I JUST REALIZED SOMETHINH AND I DONT KNOW IF SOMEONE ELSE HAS POINTED IT OUT YET BUT…I’LL SAY IT ANYWAY.
John’s hands. One on Sherlock’s nek and the other on Sherlock’s arm. Doesn’t it remind u something? It’s exactly the same way Sherlock hugged John in TLD. Coincidence? Nope. In this show coincidences don’t exist. It means, if you think about it, that Sherlock not only remember how John hugged him, but also that Sherlock thinks that it is the way John want to be hugged, I think. It is the way John makes feel someone loved and safe and it is probably the way Sherlock felt and so Sherlock did the same when John needed, he hugged him with one hand on John’s nek and the other on John’s arm. Bacause in that moment John needed love and to feel safe.

I…I don’t know if it makes sense but this hug, John’s hug, hit me and reminded me of Sherlock’s hug.
I don’t know what to think now, I need a blanket.
Also, I feel really stupid cause probably someone just noticed it ages ago soooooooo now it’s time for me to go. And hide. Bye.

when you accidentally write a tragedy instead of a sin

anglophiledalek  asked:

Dear Neil, this is not so much a question as a thank you. I just watched "Terry Pratchett - Back in Black" on BBC 2. Towards the end, there was a part of an interview with you in which you cried. This broke, or rather unlocked, something in me and made me break down and cry for a long time. Some of my tears were related to the subject, some to everything else going on in my life. I hadn't cried in a long time. It was very helpful and a relief. It might sound weird, but thanks for your tears <3

It was strange, and unexpected, breaking down in an interview in an empty Chinese restaurant early one morning: I think it was because the night before it had been Terry’s public memorial, and now it was private, and I was talking about my friend, not about the public persona. At the end of the interview, Charlie, the director/interviewer said “I’ve never said this before to someone I’m interviewing, but would you like a hug?” and I said I would.

“Well, at least that bit won’t be on TV,” I thought. “It would be too embarrassing if it was.”

But it seems to have let other people cry too, for Terry and for what they needed to cry about, and for that I’m grateful. So you are very welcome.

episode two :: Yuri realizes, suddenly and terribly, he might be a little bit in love.  


Victor doesn’t even try to go to sleep.  He just lays in bed with his laptop, watching the thirty-seven takes of Yuuri trying to get “hi, I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the Bachelor” out of his mouth.

Don’t they know who I am?” Yuuri slurs on screen.  

Yuuri, you have to put the champagne bottle down, you have to pretend to be sober,” Phichit says off camera, all authority gone from his voice.  He’s trying not to laugh.

Phichit,” Yuuri says, and he takes a big swig from the bottle, bubbles pouring down both sides of his lips. “You can’t tell me what to do.  I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the motherfucking Bachelor.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think there's sexual tension between JM and JK?

Oh boy DO I! I mean, most of the times jikook is full of adoring glances, back-hugs and heart-eyes, you can say they are a soft couple, but then…

this kind of shit happens and all I can think is “WOW, am I interrupting something? Do you need some time alone?” and that’s only from seeing them through a screen, imagine how much tension you can feel in real life, I bet the air is so heavy you can barely breathe…

(credits to: @satellite-jeon @yourpinkpill @iamjikooktrash
@jimintkookies @tyra2215 @mochi-nochu @tanktoptiger @harunyany
@gayjikookadi @kookieminnies sorry if I miss someone)

Comfort Sentence Starters

Adjust pronouns as necessary.

“It’s going to be okay.”
“You don’t need someone/something that toxic in your life.”
“Trust me, I’ve been there.”
“You can rise above this.”
“I’m here for you.”
“You deserve better.”
“I can’t stand to see you this upset.”
“Think of it this way: it could have been a lot worse.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“You can rise above this!”
“Do you need a hug? You look like you need a hug.”
“What can I do to make you feel better?”
“It’s not the end of the world, remember that.”
“You don’t need them.”
“I will always be on your side.”
“We don’t have to talk about it, but when you’re ready…I’m here.”
“Do you need to vent?”
“You did the right thing.”
“You’re so much better off without them.”
"Someone like you shouldn’t cry over someone like them.”
“Smile for me, please?”

Cheating - Reggie Mantle

SOOOOOO guess who does Riverdale stuff now. Me. Because when I get a new fandom, it’s all I think about for like two weeks.

Originally posted by rcggiemantle

In which the reader has the locker next to Archie, her best friend since kindergarten.

Words: 871

Warnings: None

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bitty dates anonther falconer au
  • so the graduation kiss doesn’t happen
  • and bitty tries to move on and jack goes onto join the falconers
  • and there’s some falcs family get-together early on in the pre-season and bob and alicia can’t make it for Reasons
  • so jack invites his other family
  • which – is sort of a terrible idea bc Tater’s flying solo so he adopts Ransom and Holster and shenanigans happen immediately
  • (think Tater and Bitty doing lifts on the ice but with ransom and holster and alcohol)
  • and shitty’s hanging all over jack because they haven’t seen each other in weeks and he introduces himself to everyone as jack’s brother – “but not like a lame- ass biological brother, a brother of the heart” – and lardo’s somehow got all these falcs rookies following her around like little ducklings
  • so bits is kind of off by himself, hovering near the refreshments to monitor which pies are most popular
  • (he might be distancing himself from jack on purpose. he might be trying to move on. it might be really hard.)

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things the types probably don't say
  • infj: "Hey, a mountain! I think I'll climb it instead of working on my project like I planned!"
  • infp: "I think everyone should try to fit in. I mean, as long as you're well-liked, who cares if you're being fake?"
  • enfj: "Stop coming to me with all of your issues. I don't care about you!"
  • enfp: "I think I'll just do my statistics work for the next three hours. I don't feel very creative."
  • intj: "I'm so glad I decided to flake on my plans to go to this party...I love people!!" [winky face]
  • intp: "I don't care about this article about science...I'd rather see what Kim Kardashian is up to."
  • entj: "Does someone need a hug?"
  • entp: "I just think maybe we should do the reliable method instead of trying to invent our own way..."
  • isfj: "I think I"ll blow off my friends to go to rock climbing! What fun!"
  • isfp: "I don't care about how you feel! Put your dang emotions aside and get the job done!"
  • esfj: "Stop asking me for all these stupid favors. I don't care about you at all."
  • esfp: "Party? No thanks...I'd rather go home and be alone with my math homework for a bit."
  • istj: "This method is reliable, buuut...this looks waaay more fun!!"
  • istp: "Please, come to me with all of your emotional problems! I love giving advice!"
  • estj: "I know I should be working, but this puppy is making me too emotional..."
  • estp: "I can't do that."
Give Me A Reason

Request:
Hi:) Could you write an imagine where the reader is Peter parkers girlfriend, before he get’s bitten by the spider She notices something is completely wrong she thinks it has something to do with her She gets frustrated and confronts him about it he refuses to tell her in fear of losing her but then at last opens up about and show her Thank you:)

Word Count: 2833

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind! I went a little crazy while writing this!


Peter Parker and (Y/N).

That’s how it’s always been. Kids in your grade can’t remember a time when you two weren’t attached at the hip. The both of you have been best friends since day one. Aunt May would babysit you as a child when your parents were away on their long business trips. You were practically raised in her apartment.

You and Peter were best friends from the first day you hung out. Which was the third day of kindergarten, when Kevin pushed you off the swings and you started crying. Peter sat with you in the sand and made funny faces until you laughed.  

Since then it was always Peter and (Y/N).

The two of you started dating freshmen year of high school. He asked you out in the middle of a movie night, which was not uncommon for the two of you. Without hesitation, you said yes. It’s been like a dream for you ever since.

The two of you are always touching during schools, whether it be holding hands while walking down the hallways or a foot pressed against the back of yours during class or even just him messing with the sleeve of your (his) sweater during free time in class. You guys don’t do a lot of PDA, but you are always reassuring the other that you’re nearby.

As much as everyone hated to admit it, the two of you are perfect together. Many classmates believe you guys will get married in the future. Soulmates, that’s what they call you. But, because of the strong love you have for each other, bullies will use it as weapon. Flash will often tell Peter that you’re too good for him or that you’re cheating on him. Sometimes, he lets the harsh words get to him. You’ll be told that Peter is only with you for your popularity or for sex. And sometimes, you’ll let the harsh words get to you.

When that happens, Peter will get you your favorite hot coco from the tiny corner shop and you’ll get him his favorite sandwich. The two of you will be silent while enjoying your treats and the presence of the other one. Before one of you breaks and asks the other if anything the bullies say is true. Of course, it’s not, but reassurance is always nice. The two of you will spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, watching cheesy romcoms (your choice) and nerdy sifi movies (his choice).

All of this was normal for the two of you. Tiny touches and affectionate words was normal. Movie date nights 3 times a week was normal. Study dates and weird outings was normal. So, when it all suddenly stopped, it made you worry. And you worried hard.

It’s Wednesday and it’s been approximately 2 weeks since the last date with Peter. You guys have been doing the whole relationship thing for only a year, but it’s been awesome. Up until 2 weeks ago. There haven’t been any movie dates, study dates or unusual outings. You guys haven’t held hands down the hallways or even hugged in 2 weeks. You don’t understand the sudden change in behavior.

The only reason he would suddenly stop acting like your boyfriend is if he doesn’t want to be yours anymore. You sigh, grabbing your Calculus book from your locker. Peter usually walks with you to Calculus, since it’s a shared class of yours, but he isn’t there. He hasn’t been there. You shake your head before picking your chin up. You can’t act like someone kicked your puppy when it’s only a little relationship drama. Every couple has had their fights, so have you and Peter. The two of you will get over it and be better than ever.

Someone shoves you into a locker, making you whimper a little in pain. You look up to see Flash, followed by a group of giggling girls.

“Did Peter finally realize how much you suck and leave you?” Flash sneers at you, walking away before you can even say anything.

You want to scream at him. You want to grab him and shake him and convince him that Peter still loves you, because convincing him… would mean convincing yourself. You don’t even believe that he still loves you.

You take a deep breath and walk to Calculus class, ignoring the jeers that bullies throw your way as you walk through the hallways alone. You finally make it to class and your heart shatters to see Peter sitting in a seat, that was as far from your normal seat as possible.

You walk up to him and you clear your throat to get his attention. He looks up at you, but not the same way he usually does. He doesn’t look at you like you’re his entire world, he looks at you like you killed his entire world. “So…” You cough awkwardly, “Will you pick up some of my hot coco on your way home?” You ask him, your voice cracking slightly when you ask him. That was the way you’d let him know that what people are saying is starting to get to you.

You notice a brief flicker of something in his eyes, remorse… guilt? But it’s gone as quick as it came. He shuffles his feet and his hands won’t stay still. His eyes don’t meet yours. “I, uh, can’t… I have something after school… it requires me to, uh, stay here…” He tells you, breaking your heart with every word and stammer.

You nod your head, “That’s okay, Peter, you can bring it ‘round after your thing?” You’re silently pleading with him, begging him to come around after school and make things go back to the way they were. People are starting to file into class and you don’t want to cause a scene.

He shakes his head, scratching at the back of his neck. “I can’t, I promised Aunt May I’d help her clean.”

You bite your bottom lip to stop it from shaking. “R-right. Aunt May, she’s always wanting to keep everything clean.” You play along with the lie he told, your heart breaking even more with every word.

You nod your head one more time before going to sit in your normal seat, across the room from him. Tears are pricking at your eyes, wanting to be let out, but you won’t let them. The only comfort you have now, is the fact that you’re wearing Peter’s sweatshirt. The warmth of the sweatshirt reminds you of when you’d cuddle with him, his arms wrapped around you and your face pressed against his chest. A smile permanently plastered on your face as you dozed off.

You force yourself out of the memory and back into class. You spend the whole period focused on only math, making yourself forget about everything as you try to learn everything the teacher is teaching.

When the final bell rings, signally the end of class and the end of the school day, you’re one of the last ones to leave the classroom. You slowly pack all your things away and make sure you jotted everything down correctly. There’s no need to rush to leave since Peter isn’t waiting for you. He was one of the first out of the classroom.

The entire walk home was like out of a sad music video. It was raining, of course, and you were crying. You just didn’t want to lose Peter, you really didn’t. You love him.

When you get to your apartment, you had finally decided what you needed to do. You needed to march yourself over there, first thing, and demand him give you a reason to how he’s been acting lately. If he can’t give you one, then it’s over. It breaks your heart to even think breaking up with Peter, but that’s what needs to happen. You can’t keep hurting yourself over and over again for someone who doesn’t even notice.

You take a deep breath, staring at your front door before opening. There’s no turning back now. You begin the decline to Peter’s floor. He’s only 2 floors below you. You quickly reach his front door and you knock, your heart beating so fast that you think you’re having a heart attack.

Aunt May opens the door and grin when she sees you, she pulls you into a bear hug. “Oh, (Y/N)! I missed you! I was worried when you and Peter weren’t hanging around here lately! I almost thought you two broke up!” She laughs, “Of course that’d be ridiculous! You two are a match made in heaven!”

You giggle nervously, hugging Aunt May back. This may be the last time you see her for a while. “Y-yeah, Aunt May. That’d be ridiculous.”

She lets go and waves you in, telling you that Peter’s currently in his room. Which means he lied to you about having something to do after school. You close your eyes in annoyance before quickly opening them. You don’t want Aunt May to think anything is wrong. You make your way to his door, your heart beating out of your chest.

You knock on his door.

“Come in,” You hear Peter’s muffled voice.

You take a shaky breath before opening his door. His eyes connect with yours and a pit forms in the bottom of your stomach. You know already that this won’t end well. Tears leak from your eyes, tears that you never wanted.

You close the door behind you, your motions stiff. You angrily wipe the tears away from your eyes before you sit in his computer chair, him on his bed.

“I want to know.” You whisper, your eyes on your hands, your fingers picking at the skin around your nails, a nervous habit of yours.

“Know what?” He asks, his voice hoarse. He knows what you want to know. But he wants to hear you say it.

“Why you’ve been so distant lately, Peter. Is it because of me? Do you not… do you not love me anymore?” You ask, tears coming in a steady stream as you voice your thoughts. Normally, if you cry, he’d wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. He’d let you cry as much as you needed until you’d be ready to talk. But he doesn’t even try to console you now.

Peter looks away, clenching his jaw as if he were angry. “(Y/N)… I love you. You know how much I love you. I just… it’s complicated, alright? I can’t tell you.”

You shake your head. “It’s not complicated. It’s not. We’re not complicated. We never have been. Freshman year, we had our first fight. You thought that I’d cheat on you. We fixed that issue within one night. That wasn’t complicated. Beginning of sophomore year, when we had sex for the first time. That wasn’t complicated. Or when you kissed me for the first time on my balcony. That wasn’t complicated. When you told me you loved me, when we slept in the same bed for the first time, when I fell in love with you. None of that was complicated, Peter. And neither is this.” You voice is thick with tears, your body shaking as memories flood you. All happy and all with Peter.

Peter bites his lips, his hands shaking slightly on his knees. “(Y/N)… please… I love you. I love you so much.” He knows what’s happening next. You know and that makes you cry harder.

“Peter. I love you too. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt. Please. Give me a reason. Please, Peter. All you have to do is give me a reason and I’ll forgive you. I’ll kiss you and we can watch a movie. It will go back to normal. Peter. Give me a reason.” You cry, begging him for something he can’t give you. And you know this, but your tears don’t stop and you can’t help but hope for a stupid reason like Flash’s ridiculing finally got to him and he didn’t want you to know so he pushed you away.

Tears begin to fall from Peter’s eyes as he shakes his head. “I can’t tell you (Y/N). Please, it’s not you. I promise. Please just believe me. I just… I can’t tell you.”

You stand up, wiping your hands on your jeans. You slowly unzip his sweatshirt and place it neatly on his chair. “I understand, Peter. I love you, but I can’t be with you. Not if you keep treating me like someone you hate. I love you so much, Peter.” You tell him, one tear away from full on balling. You’re breathing is quick and shallow, you’re about to have a panic attack.

You walk away from his bedroom, not looking Aunt May in the eyes. She heard everything and there’s tears running down her face too. You walk up into your apartment and sit on your bedroom floor, balling your eyes out. It’s too much pain. Too much hurt in your heart. You had to walk away from the love of your life.

You cried for what seemed like forever, you cried until the moon came out and then you cried some more. Before finally moving into your bed. You cry some more until you hear a tap on your window. It’s 11:30, who would be at your window?

You click on your lamp to see Peter in your window. His eyes are puffy and red, tears dried on his cheeks as he waits for you to open the window.

You open it, your hands shaking so much that it took you a few tries just to do it. When you finally do, he doesn’t come in.

“You asked for a reason as to why I’ve been so distant. (Y/N), this is it.” He whispers, his voice rough with tears as he begins to climb through your window. He’s done this before, but instead of landing on your floor, he begins to climb up the walls, on your ceiling before jumping off, landing softly next to you.

He lays a hand on your cheek, angling your face so that you’d look him in the eyes. “I didn’t want to tell you because… I didn’t want you to be in danger. I want to help people, (Y/N). I want to be able to help this city. But people may come after you if Spider-man starts to pay special attention to a girl. I would rather die than have you hurt.”

Tears begin to fall again. Peter shakes his head, wiping the tears away. “Don’t cry, babygirl. Please. I love you. Please, don’t cry. I love you. Please don’t leave me. Please.” He whispers.

You try to stop your crying as you stare up at him, before finally leaning up to kiss him. The kiss is wet and desperate. You pull away, your breathing heavy and your lips pink. “I love you, Peter. So goddamn much it hurts. I understand why you didn’t tell me. But why did you decide to tell me now?” You ask, opening your eyes to look at him. His lips are slightly pink as well.

He sighs, racking a hand through his hair. “Because I knew that if I didn’t tell you, you’d never come back around. You’d never come back. Because you’re the type of person to turn around and never look back. I couldn’t let you do that. I love you so much. It hurt so much to know that I had made you so sad. To lie to you felt like I was being stabbed. I love you so much that I’d tell you my secret just to have you by my side. And that may be selfish, to put you in danger just to be able to date you. But I’m selfish when it comes to you, (Y/N). I just love you so much.” He finishes his rant with a passionate kiss. It takes your breath away, just as much as it did the first time you kissed him.

“I love you too, Peter.” You whisper, your forehead pressed against him. He wraps something around your shoulders and you look down to see his sweatshirt.

“Everything is going to be okay.” He tells you, looking down at you like you are his world reborn.

“Everything will be okay so long as we love each other.” You tell him, smiling as you zip his hoodie up and gently pull him down to kiss him again.

“So, is that a yes to dating me again, because I’m not quite clear…” Peter asks you, pulling away from the kiss to do so.

You laugh, rolling your eyes and pull him in for another kiss. “Of course, I love you.” You whisper before connecting your lips with his once again.

The rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms, watching cheesy romcoms (your pick) and nerdy sifi moves (his pick).

Reggie Mantle Stan
  • What they say: I'm fine.
  • What they mean: I'm not fine, why do people think he's clueless clearly he's a smart lil bean that needs to appreciated more. He lives for attention because he doesn't get any at home. His parents work for good causes but forget all about him. He doesn't get the whole teen scene because he's never really had people with him and his pranks is what he enjoys to do for attention. My boii got a dog from a shelter for god sakes because he was lonely. He names it VADER could he be any more of a dork. You would think someone with his built would pick a different dog but he picked the smallest one that needed a home because he knows what it's like being lonely and having to fend for himself. He doesn't love Midge he likes the idea of someone like her in his life loving him for who he is. He has such a big heart but nobody knows because he hides it so well and I just want to grab him and hug him and tell him everything is gonna be alright and that he will find happiness.
  • *Catches Breath*
Friends Part 9

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 3143

Thank you @amrita31199 you are the best and thank you for correcting so fast,

credits to the gif owners

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

You look at the giant compound in front of you, with all your courage you ring the doorbell. Bruce answers the door asking gently “What are you doing here? There is nobody home, didn’t you hear about what happened?”

“What happened, Bruce?” Your heart hurts, you are already preparing for the worst “I don’t know all the details, but Hydra wants to make another super soldier. Apparently, they are kidnapping civilians to make the experiments.”

This is so horrible, you feel sorry for all these people that are having their life destroyed but at the same time you are relieved that Bucky is alright and that it is just another mission “Shouldn’t you be there with them?”

You imagined that the Hulk would be helpful in these situations “I wouldn’t be very useful in that situation, they need to be discrete and the Hulk is nothing like that.”  You should go home, it seems like the Universe doesn’t want you two to be together. It is the only explanation.

“Oh I see, I am so sorry to bother you so late. “ You check your phone it is way past midnight “Can you let me know when they get home? I really need to talk to, Bucky.” Bruce opens the front door for you “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? It’s pretty late and Bucky will kill me if something happens to you.”

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Fake Chats #206
  • Jungkook: you need so much attention.
  • Jimin:
  • Jungkook: you always want hugs, you're always leaning on someone or crowding someone.
  • Jimin:
  • Jungkook: you always want to be told you've done well. You can't go to bed if you think someone's upset with you.
  • Jimin:
  • Jungkook: you're just needy.
  • Jimin: okay. Do you mind giving me hugs?
  • Jungkook: no.
  • Jimin: do you mind when I lean on you?
  • Jungkook: no.
  • Jimin: do you mind telling me I did well or talking with me about personal things?
  • Jungkook: ...no.
  • Jimin: so was there a point to all of this besides to have me tell you that you're kinda the same way?
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin:
  • Jungkook: do you mind me being that way?
  • Jimin: nope.
  • Jungkook: well, okay then. Good.
  • Jimin: now please stop moving, I'm trying to sleep on you.
  • Jungkook: sorry.
BTS| Mafia AU| Them telling you about their “job” and you don’t care

YEEEESSSS, I’ve waited so long for a reaction in this direction. Any more ideas for a MafiaAU or YandereAU?

Requests are open. More information here.

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He was nervous. Yes,he, member of the mafia and feared by many was nervous to tell you, the only person he really cares about, that he isn’t the businessman he told you he was. But it was time. He entered your home and walked straight to the living room where you were.


Jin

He didn’t knew why, but on his way he stopped at your favourite restaurant to get your favourite food. He held the bag tightly when he started to talk.

“Y/n…we need to talk about something.”

While he told you the whole story, you stood up and observed him attentive. When he finished and waited for you to speak, fear filled in his body.

“Tell me about this stuff when I ate my kimchi. I hope you didn’t forgot it?”

His heart almost stopped, you seemed more angry by the possibilitie, that he forgot yout kimchi, than about the fact that he was a member of the mafia.

“K-K-Kimchi?”

Originally posted by chimtae


Suga

“Y/N ?”

“Yeeees?”

“We need to talk”

So he told you about his “job”. You were confused at first, but you kind of anticipated that he wasn’t the good man he tried to make you believe he was.

“Well…ok….good to know. Do you want some sushi? I just made some.”

He was trained to never show a emotion, but since he expected you to sceam at him and in reality you didn’t even asked further made him stand there in confusion.

“Are you okay, jagi?”

Originally posted by chokemejimin


Namjoon

He was more than nervous since a lot depended on the way you would react. His presence was dangerous and he had enemies. He started to speak when he saw you.

“…..hello babe, I hope you have time, we need to talk.”

And he spoke about everything. You listened without interrupting him. After he finished, his big orbs stared into yours, observing your reaction.

“O-Ok, but I will have the last piece of the cake now, and belive me, I can be more dangerous than the whole mafia.”

He was confused before he started to smile.

“I should have predicted this…”

Originally posted by bangthebae


Hoseok

He couldn’t say how you would react, but he was almost sure that you would freak out. He rushed into the living room, to get it over and done with. His voice was nearly commanding when he told you to sit down. 

“You may be confused but I can’t keep it from you, and I’m sorry for all the danger i put you in with telling you….”

He made his explanation quick and easy before staring at you, his hands trambling.

You slowly nodded your head while pouting your lips.

“Mhm, okay, I’ll go and get the ice cream, you need to tell my everything.

“S-so your not angry?”

“Why should I?”, you answered while turning back to him to almost die from a heart attack. He run to you and hugged you tight, obviously relieved.

Originally posted by orchid-bud


Jimin

He wanted to keep you from all this, but he knew that he couldn’t lie to you anymore. But he was scared. Scared of losing you. He gathered all his courage and started to talk.

“Jagi, you know how much I love you and that I would never allow someone to hurt you. But you need to know that I’m not the angel you think I’am. You know when I was younger I had this friend who was involved in some shit and I wanted to help him but-”

He was stopped by your fingers on his lip.

“Jimin, come to the point. What Are you scared of?”

“A lot. I-I’m something like a member of t-the mafia…..”

“ Uhm, okay, will you tell me also what dish I should order?”

“ I know it’s dangerous and that- wait…..What?!”

To say he was caught off guard would be a understatement.

Originally posted by kths


Taehyung

He was too scared to look into your eyes. 

“Jagi, please sit down, I need to tell you something and please don’t freak out. I love you and this will never change.”

And he told you everything while looking at his shoes. After he finished, he still didn’t looked up, until he felt your hands on his chest. 

“Naw, my little Tae, let’s go and eat cookies.”

His confusion didn’t lasted long and he followed you into the kitchen while smiling like he always does.

“Yeah, cookies would be nice.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jungkook

He had no plan. No plan how he should tell you the he was a ruthless member of the mafia. When he found you laying on the couch he placed himself beside you and took your hand,

“We need to talk. But before that I want you to know that I love you and that I’m sorry that I didn’t told you from the beginning that….”

He played with your entangled hands while talking, clearly avooiding to look at you. Even when he finished he didn’t stopped, while he waited for you to break his heart.

“Okay, but the next time you try to take the last cookie you will give him to me to show how guilty you are for not telling me earlier.”

“Maybe I should reconsider this..HEY.”

You attacked him and a tickle fight began.

He was so surorised but relieved at the same time.

Originally posted by jeonbase

-mi

Uptown Girl [2]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: thank you so much for all the nice responses to part 1!!! here’s part 2 hope you enjoy :) (this one’s gonna be in your/Y/N’s POV)

[Part 1]  [Part 3]  [Part 4]

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by fendirumi

I woke up feeling completely spent. The memories of that night came crashing down on me, making me relive the anxiety and fear that rushed all over my body as that man pointed the gun at me. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes when my thoughts flashed to my masked hero.

Spider-Man.

The warm hand that comforted me while I broke down. The softness of his voice when he made sure that I was alright. The way I felt more at ease talking to him than I did with people I actually knew. 

My heart raced fast again but not from fear but because of… something else. 

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The Arrangement (Epilogue 2)

Originally posted by o-ta-ria

Summary: Not telling, don’t wanna spoil anything, just keep reeeaading

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,600

Warnings: teeth-rotting fluff, implied smut

A/N: Here we are, kiddos. Ask and you shall receive… the demand was so high and I love this series so much that I just can’t let it go. Not that I think any of you will be upset by this news… ENJOY

Find the rest of the series HERE and my mobile masterlist HERE

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Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 4

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4,592

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

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Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

“Mommy?”

“Yes sweetie?” you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat as you got up and walked towards her. For a moment you held your breath as you knelt in front of her.

She opened her mouth to say something but obviously decided against it and instead asked-

“Who is that?” and there it was, there was the question you found just as hard to answer. Obviously the only thing Dean did was keep her occupied upstairs as you imagined.

“He- uhm” you cleared your throat, glancing at Dean for a second and then at Sam “He’s… family, sweetheart. He is family. Really close one actually-” you said and a big smile spread on her face. One thing Dean had taught her amongsteverything else was: Family is always important. And he had made sure she understood that family wasn’t only blood relation.

“Family?” she asked with a small tilt of her head and you looked at Dean behind her who seemed to be holding his breath.

“Yeah baby.” he breathed out, his voice more hoarse than you’d heard it before. No wonder he was struggling with keeping his emotions under control in such a situation.

“He’s actually… real close family.” of course he couldn’t say it because having her call Sam her uncle would be worse than hearing her call Dean her father.

Before you could realize it and before you could stop her yourself she was running from your hands to Sam who seemed to be getting stiff as she aproached him. For a moment both you and Dean were quiet surprised with how open she suddenly was but then again even if she didn’t know it… Sam was her father.

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Start a relationship with somebody who has some mental disorder (mainly depression) it’s something that I wish people think twice before do, have idea that it will not be like a tumblr post where you say some kind of lovely sentence and every demons from the person head will just disappear.
You for sure will be able to make they feel better, but not all the time. You’ll have to deal with the fact that sometimes not even you will be enough.
If you don’t know that you are dealing with someone with some chemical imbalance in their brain and not a lacking people needing of a hug, you gonna end up petulant, and this is a way to make things worse. And not for you, worse for who gonna feel unable to make you happy.
Depression demands careful. Take care.
—  Thaís Yorke

anonymous asked:

wow the last part of the Veil is amazing ! Was it your own arm that was holding you by the way ? I can only imagine the weird position you had to take to make these hugging gifs hahaha

(( OOC: PFFT, WHA-? YOU THINK I CAN’T FIND SOMEONE TO HOLD ME WHILE I CRY OVER A FICTIONAL CHARACTER’S DEATH? Y-YOU THINK IN A HOUSE FULL OF, LIKE… 20 PEOPLE, I CAN’T FIND A SINGLE PERSON WHO WILL HOLD ME AND PET MY FACE AT 3 AM ON A WEEKDAY??? YOU THINK THAT I’M UNWORTHY OF LOVE!?!? OF COURSE I COULD FIND SOMEONE TO COMFORT ME IN MY TIME OF ACTING NEED!!! H-HOW DARE…. How…

…. Yes. It was my arm. ))