i want to hug you both

anonymous asked:

heya olin and teba^^ omg you 2 are so cute i want to hug you both *holds arms open* come here you both ^w^ you 2 are very awesome and cute childs really

Petition to let Peter hug Rocket after the funeral – no, better yet, a puppy pile with Rocket at the center. That trash panda deserves a good, long round of cuddling.

Because Kraglin lost a friend and Captain and Peter lost a daddy and both get acknowledged, but Rocket? Rocket lost the first person who 100 % understood who and what he was and why he was like that. Rocket lost a dear friend once again and I really think he needs a good, good hug and a lot of love.

I can totally see Peter putting the pieces together, especially when Kraglin and Groot tell him what happened during and after the mutiny, and walks up to Rocket all like “Rocket, I’m gonna hug you now, and if you want me to stop, you tell me – don’t bite my fingers off or some shit.”

And he does just that, slowly and carefully, but still quick enough that Rocket is too stunned to protest – and Rocket, kind of, doesn’t really want to put a stop to it and gnashes his teeth to not instinctively bite and scratch and holler like part of him wants to.

And if the others join in, slow and easy, and if Rocket’s eyes start to water suspiciously, body shivering, nobody mentions it, just holds on a little tighter.

“I’m gonna rip your throat out if you tell somebody, Star Munch.”

“I know, dude, I know.”

“…”

“…Want to listen some new music?”

“Yeah… yeah, why not.”

silentapocalpyse  asked:

i love your art so much and those little reaction pictures you use for asks? Absolute Perfection,,, thank you for blessing my dash with the cuteness,,,

egg-scellent said: Gosh, I want to hug both you AND your art. So cute, so precious, so adorable. Thank you for blessing us with your art. (´。• ᴗ •。`) Have a wonderful day!! ☆ 

GOSHH you guys… u r the ones blessing my inbox w/ them sweet asks!! thank u so much,,  hope yall have an even more wonderful day 

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Which do you prefer?

If you have a lucid dream, do not commit any acts of violence against the things you meet

by reddit user professionalsuccubus

I had my first lucid dream at age nine.

I was in a decrepit neighborhood – rotting porches, peeling paint, Spanish moss hanging off dormers, the works. Mist swirled around my ankles as I walked slowly through the streets. Like an old video game, the horizon was both unchanging and unreachable.

I wandered around, in and out of the cobwebby houses. Although the streets were empty, the houses usually had a few ghosts floating around. There were a few children, but they were mostly old people, in various stages of decay. They never hurt me, nor did they speak. They just floated. Sometimes they’d follow me, but I never felt threatened.

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‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’

I was perplexed how could he not see why?

‘I love you because you’re you.

I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.

I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.

I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.

I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.

I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.

I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.

I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.

I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.

I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.

I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’

I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.

The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.

—  Beauty in IT /// I love you because…
Watchful Shadow

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - @too-good-to-be-tru 

Hi! Can you do a Harry Hook x daughter of Peter Pan?

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – (Y/N), daughter of Peter Pan goes to the Isle with Mal only to run into an old friend

Warning(s) - none

Originally posted by butterflywingednight

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Platonic/Friendship Sentence Starters
  • “Want to take a walk with me?” 
  • “Do you need a hug?” 
  • “Dude, I’m taking you out shopping. No buts.” 
  • “This couch is big enough for the both of us.” 
  • “I stole your __ I hope you don’t mind.” 
  • “Can I hold your hand?” 
  • “There’s nothing wrong with friends holding hands!” 
  • “You look like you could use a hug.” 
  • “My socks look good on you. I wondered where they went.” 
  • “Come here! Cuddle session!” 
  • “Think I can squeeze in there with you?” 
  • “Why did you put that all the way up there?” 
  • “Can you open this for me?” 
  • “Do you need help opening that?” 
  • “Not gonna lie, your clothes look good on me.” 
  • “You look comfy.”
  • “You look good today!” 
  • “Can I brush your hair?” 
  • “Can you brush my hair?” 
  • “Can you get that for me?” 
  • “I’m wearing your name tag obviously I’m you.” 
  • “This couch is all mine I will push you off if you try sitting on it.” 
  • “Budge up you’re hogging all the room.” 
  • “I know that look- you’re up to no good.” 
  • “Do you know where __ went?” 
  • “I will roll you up in a blanket if you refuse to go to bed.” 

I often feel like photographers don’t take enough advantage of the spectacular face of Benedict and it annoys me


that’s why I always seek for pictures like this one, where the lightening is so subtile that it literally sculpts his features


You can feel that the guy (or women of course, sorry I don’t know who took these promo Pics for Season 3 in the cafe at night)  aimed for absolute perfection


The result is, it also conveys  all of the complexity of  Sherlock’s feelings here, looking both so soft and hard, so focus and thoughtful…

that’s why I wanted to paint it


Thanks for watching !


And this is a call for help, because it’ll save me the search, ah ah  :

 if you got a particular picture of anyone in ‘Sherlock’ that you’d like me to paint, just let me know ( it has to be High Res if possible, no blurr !)

 Please  tell me why you like it (it’s a boost that I  know of people’s feelings when I’m working !)


Bye and Hugs  

Mireille.

BTS Reaction to Their S/O Being Lovey Dovey

incognito; hi! i was wondering if you could write a reaction maybe?🙈 to their s/o hugging them from behind and whispering “i love you” with their head on his back/shoulder (it depends😹) -this is so soft😭- thank you!

Note: Of course, it’s totally fine anonnie! i needed some fluff to ease my depressing mind from the angst ive been writing lately lol *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ As far as he knew, you didn’t like much pda when you two were around the boys or when he was even performing in concert, so when he had gone backstage just to find you engulfing him into your arms and mumbling how much you loved him; a wide grin would situate itself below his nose.

He found you extremely cute, feeling all sorts of giddiness run through him as he gave you a peck on the top of your head, soon lifting your chin to place a sweet kiss onto your lips.  

Originally posted by mochjim


Suga ➳ The both of you were at the amusement park, and when you turned to Yoongi to find him looking bored and annoyed, you felt extremely horrible for making the boy come along. So when your arms slithered around his waist, he quickly turned to you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks before you said, “I love you.”

The boys began to catcall, Yoongi smiling brightly but immediately covering his face with his hands to hide his embarrassment even though he wanted more than anything to kiss you and hug you back.

Originally posted by the9397


J-Hope ➳ He was only in the studio talking to Jimin, conversing about the new dance routine when you decided to wrap your arms around him while pressing your cheek to his chest. “Ah, you want me.” He teased, knowing you would only flush and look away but you always ceased to surprise him.

“Always,” you whispered, “I love you so much.” Jimin looked around to try and hide the smile playing on his lips when Hoseok soon picked you up and spun you around; loving how lovey dovey you were being before blowing raspberries to your cheeks.

Originally posted by koreankitties


RapMonster ➳ The moment you began to lay your head on his lap while he watched tv on the couch, he was shocked once you wrapped your arms clumsily around his waist and muttered an “I love you.”

He looked around frantically, already feeling his cheeks turn several shades of red before a very nervous chuckle would skip past his lips and calm his rapid breathing heart. Running his fingers through your hair and smiling to himself, he knew you meant every word since you barely spoke your feelings which meant everything to him.

Originally posted by tae-eyebrows


Jimin ➳ Butterflies were bursting in a chaotic furry inside his heart once he felt your tiny arms encircle his waist from behind. His face was gleaming in the color scarlet, smile nearly ripping his cheeks once he turned around just to witness your head slowly lean up to stare at him with your bottom lip tucked out. “I love you,” you told him, and he only laughed.

“What do you want this time?” He asked and you frowned, quickly letting go of him to walk away before he grabbed your arm and yanked you back into his arms. “No no, don’t leave.” He whined, giving your forehead a quick peck.

Originally posted by jihope


V ➳ He was gaming all night and you couldn’t sleep without the man, so, when you found him in the living room, wanting to scold him until you found a large bear between his arms you couldn’t help but squeal internally. Rushing to jump on the couch, you snaked your hands around his body as you told him he was cute, and soon telling him you loved him.

He paused his game, taking your words in before he flashed you a boxy smile. “I love you so much more,” he said, throwing his bear to the side to pull you onto his lap instead.

Originally posted by kookieinfirestae


Jungkook ➳ The boy looked so out of place when his friends started to pay more attention to you, ripping you away from having your attention on him and talking it up to you like there was no tomorrow. He looked annoyed, quiet even, and your eyes softened before you ignored Hoseok and grabbed your boyfriend’s hand.

Tapping your cheek, he looked to you questioningly. “I love you,” you said, and a very cheeky and shy smile would engrave itself onto his features as he placed a kiss onto your cheek.

Originally posted by jimiyoong


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who needs more peter x michelle feels? ALL OF US. so here’s another lil thing i wrote, it’s part 2 to this post, and you can find part 3 here!

  • michelle has had a rough day
  • first, peter didn’t show up to AP bio, again
  • she’s texted him 14 different times today
  • fourteen
  • not that she’s worried or anything
  • because she and peter are barely friends, they sit at lunch together and walk to class together and walk home together and she knows he’s spiderman but…she swears they’re barely friends
  • but then the burning building happened, and peter didn’t come to school for almost two days
  • and she doesn’t know why she did it, but the day he came back and she saw him she nearly knocked her lab stool over when she ran up the aisle and into his arms, almost knocking them both over
  • they haven’t talked about it…because there is nothing to talk about
  • anyways
  • she’s sitting in her room, her laptop on her bed, buried under piles of books
  • no one knows this, but when she’s had a rough day, michelle’s coping skill is reorganizing her bookshelves
  • she does it so much to the point her parents are used to seeing them different each time they go in her room
  • and honestly, she didn’t have that bad of a day. it was fine, until peter didn’t show up to lunch or AP Bio and michelle’s heart dropped in the pit of her stomach when ned told her he missed today completely 
  • she’s deep in thought of what could have happened– did a building fall on him? is he trapped in a hostage situation? did tony stark come back to try and recruit him again? 
  • then her phone rings, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin and knock over a pile of books that she just sorted through
  • she reaches up to her nightstand and when the caller ID says “Peter” her hands shake as she answers
  • “peter?” she asks, probably a little too rushed
  • “hey” is all he says, and he sounds…fine?
  • “what-” she can’t even get the next question out before there’s a knock on her window
  • peter is leaning on it, the spiderman mask on and everything and suddenly her phone is on the floor and the window is open and she launches herself into his arms again
  • he laughs, and it’s the best sound in the entire world and he hugs her back and then she remembers that she did it…AGAIN
  • dammit michelle, get it together, you’re barely friends for goodness sake
  • she backs up to let him in, her parents aren’t home yet so peter’s secret is safe, and he takes off the mask and runs his hand through his hair and michelle is staring at him like he just came back from the dead
  • “what happened?” her voice is barely more than a whisper
  • he shrugs, “may drove me up to the headquarters today, she wanted to see all about…this” he gestures to the suit
  • michelle is silent, because peter literally ditched for a normal reason for once in his life and she overreacted because she always assumes the worst after the building incident and she just
  • she just can’t stand the thought of him not being around so she can make fun of him
  • yup, that’s it
  • “oh,” she laughs and the two of them are quiet before peter notices the books on the floor
  • “what the hell happened in here?” he asks
  • “I uh…organization. it helps when i’m stressed.” she says, and she can tell peter wants to ask why, and then she sees it in his face when he remembers he didn’t call her or ned and she thought the worst
  • “shit…MJ I’m so sorry,” he rushes out and michelle forces the stupid butterflies to sink down because she liking peter parker? HA. what a joke
  • “it’s fine, I just. yeah, it’s stupid, you can take care of yourself. but after the building and you missed school I thought…”
  • “let’s make a deal,” Peter says, and he holds his hand out. She stares at it for a while, before Peter laughs again and uses his other hand to put her hand in his own and to pull her to sit on the bed across from him. “from now on, I ,Peter Parker, promise to always call you, Michelle Jones, when I’m missing school so you have no reason to worry about me.” 
  • “Peter you don’t have to,” she goes to pull her hand away, but Peter grips it tighter and she nearly yelps.
  • “I want to,” he sounds so sincere and Michelle wants to hug him again, so badly. so so badly. “I don’t want you to ever think that I won’t come back, okay?” 
  • “okay,” she nods, and Peter finally lets go of her hand, and Michelle lets it fall on the bed, and she doesn’t move it. 
  • The two of them are staring at each other for a long long time before Peter’s phone rings again. They both jump, and Michelle decides to start counting her books again.
  • “and that’s May telling me to come home for dinner.” Peter chuckles. “I gotta go, i’ll see you tomorrow, i promise.”
  • She looks him in the eyes again, she rarely does this because his eyes are so so brown and so soft and they make her want to cry half the time. “okay,” she smiles slightly, and Peter grabs his mask before heading out the window and webbing off into the New York skyline. 
  • and it’s only after he’s gone that Michelle realizes he never told her why he came over in the first place
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JIBCon 2017 Sunday - Jensen/Misha PO story

I can’t describe how much these photos mean to me.. everything started with me wanting two Jen/Mish photos because I couldn’t get one last year and so I was in need of a hug but I also wanted to have “something intimate” - a pose where the emotional support was visible but not stepping over any boundaries. So I came up with the idea of this pose where I stand with the back to the camera and have my arms around Misha and Jensen. That transformed to the pose you see above, where Jensen should protect Misha and me and we just hide in his chest. After 12x22 you all know this pose as the “family hug” and a friend of mine actually did exactly that with J2, but I had the idea way before 12x22 aired and after what happened in 12x23 I knew I had to give Misha as much love as he could get that weekend! 

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Midnight Talks Pt. Three || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by juliechavira

Word Count: 1,322

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Part One     Part Two

He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.” As the two of you walked across the tile floor together, you started contemplating about inviting Peter to your house tonight. Reaching his locker,you built up the confidence to ask, “Do you want to, maybe, come over to my place tonight to study or something?”

The students in the hallway were quite noisy but all you could hear was Peter’s lovely voice. Not in a good way though. He froze. The girl of his dreams was asking him to hang out. Together. His hopes at spending time with you were quickly shut down as he remembered his new ‘night job’.

“I, I would love to but,“he said while scratching his neck,“I have that internship with Mr. Stark tonight-” He stopped when he saw you blush and look at your shoes. You took his pause as a chance to retaliate, “No, I,um, I get it. Priorities right?” You nervously chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he just held the door of his locker. You were slowly backing away, wanting to leave the embarrassing situation.“I’ll see you around, Peter.” You turned around, fleeing to your own locker. Peter stood there at his locker, taking out his books. On the soon closed door, he leaned his head against the cool metal, regretting the mistake he just made.


You threw your backpack on the floor and jumped onto your bed face first. Laying flat on your face, you thought about the terrible day you had. You just cried. Rolling over onto your back you realized that nothing ever went your way. The tears kept streaming down your face before you sighed, not feeling motivated to do anything. You decided to wrap yourself in your blanket and sleep.

It was dark outside when you finally woke up. You went and ate your dinner before deciding to call it quits for the day. You practically crawled back to your room. When you got inside the room, you turned around to quietly shut the door. All of a sudden, a clothed hand covered your mouth which muffled your screams of terror and a hand wrapped around your waist. The person removed their hand from your waist to make you turn around. You then came face-to-face with your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth, as he saw you no longer struggling against him.

You steadied your breath before speaking sarcastically,“Seriously, man? I thought we were friends.”

Spider-Man looked at the ground ashamed, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just, I didn’t want you to scream but, you screamed anyway so it was kind of pointless.” He was fiddling with his fingers. You sighed, “It’s alright, I was just shocked.” The two of you stood there for a minute before he broke the silence.

“I brought you flowers,” he said, pointing to the bundle of flowers that he placed on your bed. You smiled and walked over to get them. “Do you like them?” He asked as he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. You smiled wider as you started messing with one of the flowers, “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

He walked over to you and sat on the floor, leaning on your bed like the first time you met. You put the flowers back on the bed, bent down and sat next to him as he put his head in his hands sighing. “You don’t look so happy. What’s wrong?” You asked him sympathetically.    

“I have a crush on this girl, and she is just so amazing. But, I think I’ve ruined any chance I had with her.” He said with a low, sad voice, “I just don’t know what to do.”

You put your hand on his back to be supportive. “I know the feeling.”

Spider-Man quickly dusted of his sad emotions, “How was school?” He quickly composed himself. “Um,” you scoffed out of pity for yourself, “horrible. I think I ruined my friendship with Peter, had a surprise quiz in my least favorite class,and I didn’t have time to eat lunch because I was too busy avoiding my friends.” You were on the verge of tears again. You looked up, trying to keep the tears from falling. Spider-Man looked slightly shocked. The strong girl that he knew was about to break down.

He moved his body to a comfortable position where he could hug the sad girl. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, for the second time that night, and placed his other hand to cradle your head. Small tears leaked from your eyes, which slowly started to soak his suit. You both sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, just in each others company.

You  started to pull away, making Spider-Man pull away too but he stayed in front of you sitting on his shins.“I want you to know, that you’re the highlight of my day, Y/N.  You motivate me to go out and keep helping people, everyday. Without you, I’d be lost.” He spoke with such passion and adoration , placing his hands on both of your cheeks.

You were confused. “But, w-we just met. How can I motivate you if-” before you could finish your sentence, he pulled back. The man looked deeply into your eyes before placing his hands under his chin, on the edge of his mask. He took a deep breath before peeling the mask off of his face.He kept his face down, but only for a second.

He looked up into your eyes. Your mouth was opened slightly, from shock. “Oh God,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You glanced down at the mask in his hands before looking back up at him. “Peter, what- why- I, how the hell are you Spider-Man?” You asked still in shock.

“It’s a long story. But, everything I just said, I meant every word. You mean so much to me and, things would suck if you weren’t in my life.” Peter said, dropping the mask to put his hands back onto your cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes, and you could see that he meant it all.

“That’s why you said you couldn’t come over.”You chuckled. “I told Spider-Man, that, that I have a crush on you. I literally told you, oh wow. That’s kind of embarrassing.” Saying this made Peter laugh lightly. You enclosed your hands around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. You felt his breath fan out over your skin. He leaned in closer, closing his eyes and tilting his head before crashing his lips down on to yours. His lips were soft, and the kiss was passionate.

The two of you pulled away to take a breath of air. “Wow,” he said, eyes slightly wide which made you laugh.

“Do you want to go out with me, maybe?” He asked with a wide grin. “I would love to Spider-Man.” You replied with a smile mirroring his.


The next day at school, you found Peter, standing alone at your locker on his phone. You smiled with a blush, remembering last night. “Hey.” You said approaching him.

He looked up from his phone to see you, putting the device in his pocket, “Hello gorgeous.” He greeted you as he pulled your hips towards him so he can place his lips on yours once again. He didn’t care that there were people everywhere, he just really wanted to kiss you.

Down the hall, Michelle and Ned stood dumbstruck. “I knew it,” the two teens exclaimed in unison as they saw their friends passionately kissing. Ned pulled out his phone and opened his camera. “What are you doing?” Michelle asked. Ned smirked, “Taking a picture to show their kids.”

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mafia BTS reaction to their s/o running away from them

ilook-soperfectstandinghere14 schrieb an btsmafiablog: 

Hey hey! I think I’ve already sent a request but not sure if you’ve got it! So could I kinda re-request it? It’s like when you run away from them and they find you again or how they meet the reader who is like aware of them in the mafia but not involved in any mafia business (that makes no sense sorry)! Thank you xx            

i didn’t really get the part of the mafia but without being involved part haha, but i hope you like it! ♡

Jin: He’d be so worried as soon as he found out you ran away, he’d have his men scour all the nearer cities for you, driving around himself in a rush to find you. So when he did find you, he’d probably pull you close before staring into your eyes with hurt and guilt in his face, telling you to “Never ever do that again.”

Originally posted by princesseok

Hoseok: Starting from the moment he came home to a 3am empty apartment, he wouldn’t rest until he went to all of the places you could’ve been hiding in, eventually finding you at the abandoned gas station the two of you had found when your car broke down in the middle of the highway. He’d practically choke you by hugging you so so hard, have a breakdown as he saw the tears in your eyes and apologise over and over for not telling you what kind of business he was in.

Originally posted by jimint-condition

Namjoon: He’d notice you were gone as he woke up in the middle of the night, the side of the bed you’d usually sleep one cold and empty, immediately get up to go look for you. Little did he know you’d find out about his gang affiliation sooner or later and he wanted to tell you about it, but as he found you crying in the suburbs he knew he had messed up, big time. Guilt’d explode in his chest and express itself through a single tear running down his face before he embraced you and buried his head in your neck.

Originally posted by cuddly-snake

Yoongi: The anger, hurt, guilt and pain would be reflected in the mess he’d left his office in as he pushed tables and chairs over, frustration being his accompanist as he rushed to his car, driving to where he knew he’d find you. He’d push you against the nearest wall, brush your tears away before breaking down and telling you “I thought I’d lost you.”, apologising to you over and over that he didn’t tell you earlier.

Originally posted by nvmyg

Jimin: There was no way to hide his pain and guilt as he found you after searching for days, he’d weakly walk to you, whispering “I’m sorry.”. He’d be so relieved when you told him you’d forgive him and carefully wrap his arms around you, pecking you all over the face, all the way while promising himself that from now on, he’d tell you everything.

Originally posted by daffodiltae

Taehyung: Just as Yoongi, he’d probably destroy something in his frustration, shouting at everyone to tell him where you were. He wouldn’t calm down until he found you; once he tracked your phone he thought of an apology on his way to your location, jumping out of the car to throw his arms around you. The pain would be visible in both your and his eyes so he’d lean his forehead against yours, entertwining hands with you as he told you he loved you.

Originally posted by bang-sayang

Jungkook: He’d probably shout at the guy who had told him you were missing, search for you for hours. He’d be down and depressed when he identified someone hugging themselves at the beach as you, walk up behind you and press your back against his body. When you didn’t push him away, he’d kiss you on the top of your head. “I would have told you, but I didn’t want you to be scared of me. I couldn’t risk losing you.” he’d say, then just stand there watching the reflection of the night sky in the waves.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

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You and H get into a fight at Anne's house while staying there please

It had been a stressful week for not only Harry, but you as well. And although you tried hard not to let your mood affect Harry, he wasn’t doing a great job at doing that himself.
Harry was sweet; a gentleman, that until he was pissed off and stressed. He became cold and would have his anger triggered by the slightest thing. Normally, he’d apologize an hour or two after he snaps which sends you both to your happy relationship again, both of you talking everything out.

But it had been a week, not a few hours. You had problems at work, the home cooked meal that you had been dying to try to cook from the internet was burned, you dropped your phone down the toilet and you had two cherries on top; Harry and your period.
But a week ago, Anne had invited you and Harry for dinner along with Gemma.

Harry was dependent on the fact that you remembered that tonight was the dinner night, getting ready with no words shared. You changed in the bathroom while he changed in the bedroom; something that you hadn’t done in so long.

The drive to Anne’s house was agonizing. No tunes playing and no words shared, just the uncomfortable silence and the murmurs of “for fuck’s sake”’s that left Harry’s lips whenever someone did something stupid on the road.
When you arrived to Anne’s house, you expected Harry to stay and at least say anything, anything at all. But Harry was the first to get out of the car. You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out, following Harry who now stood on the doorstep and had already rung the door bell.

“Awe! Come inside!” Anne instantly opened the door, pulling the both of you inside before hugging Harry tightly. “Someone needs to shave that.” She patted his chin.

He chuckled, “Was meaning to, slipped out of my mind.”

“Move along, now. I want to greet my future daughter-in-law.” Anne giggled, pushing Harry aside.

You tensed. Although it was something Anne had always said but now, you weren’t sure how to feel about it; how Harry felt about it. You hugged Anne tightly, almost as if she was putting you back together.

“I miss you, too, but I do know that this is not just a greeting hug.” Anne whispered, rubbing your back soothingly.

You didn’t realize your eyes were tearful until you pulled back and Anne cooed sympathetically and pulled you back for another hug. “Is it my son? Did he do this?”

You only sniffled, pulling away to wipe your tears. “Can we talk about this later, please?” You asked quietly.

“Of course.” Anne rubbed your back before you both walked towards the living room where you were engulfed in a hug by Gemma the second she saw you.

She then punched you in the arm, making you wince and hold it. “What was that for?”

“For me having to find out you got promoted from Sarah the other day. We should have celebrated!” Gemma whined.

You bit your lip, feeling Harry’s eyes on you in confusion and shock.

“Uh, it'a nothing really.” You chuckled nervously, shrugging.

“Oh, stop with being humble now, silly. Of course it’s something! Gem, take out the champagne.” Anne grinned. “And come help me with setting up the table.”

“I’ll help you.” You said quickly, walking towards her.

“Nonsense. Gemma owes me a favor for something anyway.” Anne smiled.

“Do I?” Gemma asked, looking at Anne confusingly who shot her a glare, “Oh,” She whispered, “Oh! I do, yeah.”
Anne grabbed her giggling daughter’s arm, dragging her behind her and towards the kitchen.

You sighed, sitting on the chair opposite to the couch where Harry sat.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got promoted?” Harry asked.

Your head snapped towards him in shock before a bitter chuckle left your lips. “Really? Really, Harry?”

“What?”

“I texted you the day I got it. Told you I have big exciting news. You came home, fucking looked me in the eyes when I had dinner for both of us, candlelit might I add and then you went to bed.” You whisper yelled, not wanting Anne or Gemma to hear.

For a moment, guilt washed over Harry’s face before he turned cold again. “You didn’t even check on me to see if I was fine that day.”

You gasped, “Are you listening to yourself right now?”

“I am actually, yes, very well.” Harry said sarcastically, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Why am I the one who always has to give up my comfort for you? You haven’t touched me, let alone talk to me at all for the past week. Every time I try, you find a way to turn it to a fight. You have been so fucking selfish, Harry.” You let the tears fall.

“I’m being selfish? So I have to fucking pamper you like a child now to actually show I care? What do you want me to do? Buy you stuff? Is that what you want? Is that the kind of comfort you want, Y/N?!” Harry shouted, standing up.

“What are you trying to say, Harry?” You gasped, standing up. “Are you telling me that I’ve been in this relationship for 2 years because I want your money? Is that what you’re trying to say?” You shouted, getting closer to him as he rubbed his face with his hands with a groan. “I told you that you haven’t touched me nor talk to me and you think I want you treating me like I’m a child?”

“Listen, this isn’t what I meant. I’m so-”

“If you’re not happy anymore then just say it. Break up with me. But doing this,” You cried, gesturing between you, “This is hurting me so much, Harry.” You let your head fall, sobbing.

“No, no,” Harry quickly put his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “Fuck,” He whispered under his breath, “I would never want to break up. I am happy with you.” He cooed.

“You sure don’t act like it.” You mumbled, not hugging him back.

Harry sighed before sitting down on the couch, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you down gently to him to make you sit on his lap where he wrapped his arms around you. “I know this isn’t an excuse for how much of a dick I have been but I’m so scared of how fast my life is going right now, my career. I started taking it out on you because you’re the only one who doesn’t give me shit for being myself and I guess,” He paused, shaking his head, “I guess I took this for granted. I’m so sorry, baby. I love you, so much. I’m sorry I have been a massive dick for the past week and I’m terribly sorry for not celebrating your promotion and making it seem like it didn’t matter to me. I really am proud of you, love. So much.”

“You really were a massive dick.” You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

Harry chuckled, tightening his hold around you before pecking your cheek. “I really was.”

“I love you, too.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him, burying your head in his neck.

“I’ll be better, I promise. I’ll make it all up to you.” He whispered, his head nuzzling in your shoulder as he closed his eyes in satisfaction and comfort. Now he knew what had he been missing.

“Dinner and champagne are ready!” Anne announced with a cheerful tone.

“Also, no make up sex!” Gemma shouted before you both heard a smack and Gemma wince, “Just kidding, just kidding!”

You both laughed before walking towards the two, now with happy and warm smiles.

Every team 7 ship VS NaruHina

To the clique that argued with me in the saltiest of ways, I dedicate to you my first ever anti nh post. I hope you think twice about telling people to kill themselves over your self insert and stop being a pimple on society’s ass.

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Life Imitates Art

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut / Fluff / Angst (?)// Sub(ish)!Jungkook/ Art Student!Jungkook

Warnings:  graphic language/dirty talk, oral, cum play (if that’s what you’ll call it), masturbation, SLIGHT sub/dom dynamic

Word Count: 10.3K (bc I don’t know what pwp is)

Summary: A friendly favor for your crush develops into something truly sinful when you figure out his muse for his exhibition. 

a/n: only lightly edited b/c it’s 1:30 AM HAHA….this wasn’t supposed to be sub!(ish)JK but idk it just worked; still feel like I’m struggling w/ writing steamy dialogue but oh well. Enjoy! More work to hopefully come, slowly but surely. Please send feedback it’d be greatly appreciated!!! 


You grumbled all the way to the art gallery, adamant in your opposition to being dragged there by your roommate.

“Shut up, we’re already here. Are you going to brood the whole time?” Liz glared at you before pushing the glass doors open.

You’d pouted, clearly having lost the battle a long time ago. You settled on folding your arms defensively and letting out one last exasperated sigh. “Fine, but I still don’t know why you brought me here to begin with.”

Liz’s eyebrows shot up at the absurdity of the question, “You haven’t left the house for anything besides work and the occasional run. You’re starting to get boring, where’s fun Y/N?”

Her words only made you pout further because she was completely right-like most of the time despite your inability to admit it to her.

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