mouth hug

John and Sherlock decide to take Rosie on a trip to the Holmes parents’ cottage and John is privately nervous at Rosie’s reaction.

But when they arrive, it’s clear there was nothing to worry about. Rosie is in raptures from the first moment, running about the garden while Sherlock’s father chases after her.

And then they all head inside, and Sherlock’s mother explains that they brought all of Mycroft and Sherlock’s old toys out of the loft, all spruced up and ready for Rosie to play with.

And it’s so wonderful to watch as John realises how loved Sherlock was as a child, and now, as Sherlock leans against the kitchen counter top, as relaxed as he’s ever been, pinching biscuits from a jar until his mother notices and jokingly swats him with a tea towel.

It’s all so beautifully natural and John’s heart aches with it. He hears Rosie giggling as Sherlock’s father shows her how to play Mouse Trap; Sherlock and his mother’s easy conversation:

“Is Myc not coming round, Sherlock?”

“Are you deliberately calling him that now just to piss h-um-annoy him? Think he’s with the foreign secretary, I don’t know.”

“Excellent, I can Skype call him again, he never answers his phone.”

“Oh my god, I thought he was joking when he said you-”

And all of a sudden the ache in John’s heart tightens and he slips out for some fresh air. He thought he had been practically silent but Sherlock is soon right behind him.

“Are you alright? Is there-did I do something wrong?”

And John’s eyes well up at the thought that Sherlock could even think that, and he shakes his head, voice choked: “No, I-of course not, it’s just I’ve-I never had-”

He gestures back inside, where Sherlock’s parents are chatting away to Rosie.

“I never had that,” John finally admits.

And the line of Sherlock’s mouth wavers, and he’s hugging John like his life depends on it.

“You have it here,” Sherlock tells him, soft yet fierce. “You have it now. Always.”

The second time Ronan hugs Adam he’s not sure if it can even be considered a hug. Adam’s tired and his muscles ache. His body is sore from working all day, moving from one job to the other. He longs for sleep, a shower, Ronan’s comforting embrace. His mind takes him back to that hug Ronan gave him in the aftermath of finding Glendower. He thinks of Ronan’s strong arms holding him up when he felt like he was falling - making him feel safe and loved. He sighs deeply, his chest aching briefly, reaching for the keys in his pocket to open the door to his lonely apartment. He wishes Ronan was here. It’s been almost a month since Ronan first hugged him, and although they can barely keep their hands and mouths off each other, hugging isn’t a gesture that occurs regularly between them. Adam wishes it was. He turns the key in the lock and pushes the door open. However, he stops in the doorway, mouth parting slightly in surprise, then slowly forming into a soft smile.

Ronan Lynch - in nothing but a pair of soft grey sweatpants - lies spread eagle on Adam’s mattress, threadbare blanket tossed aside, headphones over his ears, face calm and relaxed in sleep. Adam drops his bag beside the door, after closing it, and rubs his tired eyes as if to make sure he’s still awake and that Ronan Lynch is in fact inhabiting his bed. Briefly, he wonders how Ronan got in. But then he remembers the mix tape in his car and muses at Ronan’s sufficient lock picking skills.

Although Adam wants nothing more than to crawl into bed with Ronan, he’s in desperate need of a shower. He takes a last longing glance at Ronan before silently making his way across the room to his tiny bathroom. He pulls his clothes off and steps into his small shower, scrubbing furiously at the sweat and grease sticking to his tanned skin. Occasionally he splashes water over his face so as not to fall asleep standing under the spray of warm water. Soon enough, Adam leaves the shower and dresses in a pair of worn out pyjama bottoms that are considerably small on him - the hems ending above his ankles. Running a hand through his damp hair, Adam exits the bathroom eager at the thought of finally getting into bed with Ronan.

Tired and aching, the shower having offered only a small comfort to his sore muscles, Adam crawls onto his lumpy mattress settling himself over Ronan. Slotting himself into the space between Ronan’s parted legs, Adam slides his arms under Ronan’s back as if Ronan’s torso was a pillow, pressing his cheek against Ronan’s chest, hair brushing Ronan’s collar bone and throat. The feel of Ronan’s skin against his own, and his body heat, is both overwhelming to Adam’s senses and instantly comforting. Adam feels that similar ache in his chest from earlier. He has missed this desperately. Despite the hardness of his muscles Ronan makes the nicest pillow Adam has ever slept on. 

Just as Adam is drifting off to sleep Ronan shifts, his arm once resting above his head moves to wrap around Adam’s waist and hug him closer. Adam - mind now losing itself to sleep, good ear pressed over Ronan’s steady beating heart - doesn’t hear the rustle of Ronan removing his headphones. But, he does register the moment Ronan’s hand softly pushes his hair back, running down the back of his neck before coming to rest on his shoulder rubbing circles into his skin with his thumb. Adam mumbles incoherently into Ronan’s skin, sinking into the feeling of Ronan’s body beneath his. Ronan’s arms holding him close, keeping him warm and safe, Adam finally surrenders himself to sleep.  

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you should read this cute af pushing daisies AU by my friend <3

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Sometimes, closure arrives years later. Long after you stopped searching for it. You’re just sitting there, laughing this laugh that is unapologetically yours. As it trails off, the corners of your mouth hug your face and it hits you, ‘I’m happy’. It’s just like that. With no fanfare or epiphany. Suddenly, you are grateful for goodbyes that carried you to this moment; to the space you are now holding.
More Than Good | R.M.

imagine requested by @rxggie-mxntle

Summary: In which you, a student-athlete, believes that you are not good enough. Reggie Mantle thinks otherwise.

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yandere!EXO reaction when they get jealous

(requested by anon: Yandere!Exo reacting to someone talking to their crush/girlfriend? Love this blog btw!)

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warnings: swearing, angst, violence

little note: yandere = a person either in anime or real life who would harm or kill others for looking/interacting with their crush as well as make their crush happy whatever it costs

As a guy, whom you knew from school, approached you, you felt a burning gaze coming from behind you and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You quickly finished the convo and came up to your boyfriend.


He was staring blankly at you, not saying a word. „Sehun it’s no-“ „Am I not good enough? Maybe you got tired of me so you don’t need me anymore?!“ he grew furious and started shouting. You ran up to him and cupped his cheeks, rubbing them softly. „I need you.. so much“ he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours.


„Oppa ple-” „What does he have that I don’t?“ he hit the air with his hand in anger. „What?!“ he leaned a bit forward as he yelled. You reached him quickly and put your hands around his neck. He tried escaping your touch but you didn’t let him. You played with the back of his hair, calming him down. He picked your chin up, gazing into your eyes. „You’re mine“


You approached him and as you opened your mouth to say something, he lost it. He kicked the nearby table with his leg and threw the chair away. You ran up to him, pressing your hands against his chest. He tried pushing past you but you managed to stop him. You hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek many times. He groaned softly and turned his head towards you, kissing you deeply.


As you approached him, he shot you an angry yet vulnerable glare. He looked down to the floor, still not saying a word. You got up to him and hugged him, planting a small kiss on his lips. As you saw he was unphased, you sighed and moved away but he pulled you back and kissed you. „I don’t want anyone else to look at you the way I do. No one“


„What did he want? Ask you out on a fucking date maybe?! You know, you should go since he’s so interested in you“ he breathed heavily and looked at you with regret. He touched the back of his neck in anger but not at you, at himself for yelling. „I’m a fucking idiot, you should really leave me I-“ you pressed your hand gently over his mouth. „Oppa stop.. please“ you removed your hand from his mouth and hugged him tightly, listening to his heartbeats that calmed down slowly.


„What did he want?“ he asked calmly but you knew that was just a mask. He watched you like his prey as he moved closer and closer to you. You hit the wall and he placed his hands on each side of your head. „I won’t ask twice“ he growled. „He just wanted to chat, I don-” he hit the wall with his right hand, almost leaving a hole in it. „He doesn’t get to look at you. What’s mine is mine“


He stared at you with a deadly glare. “Kyungsoo he’s ju-’‘ “Oh so I’m not ‘oppa’ anymore?!” he chuckled sarcastically, starting to shake from anger. You quickly hugged him, resting your left hand on his chest and softly rubbing it. You kissed his neck gently. “Oppa it’s okay..” he calmed down instantly, pulling you closer.


“Xiu let me e-’‘ he cut you off midd-sentence. “Who the fuck is he? How the fuck does he dare to look at you that way? Only I can look at you!” he pointed at himself as he kept yelling. You reached his hands and slowly traced them up until his hair. You softly played with it while resting your forehead against his. “Shh I’m here..” you cooed, softening him slowly.


You wanted to calm him down but it was way too late for that. He furiously punched the wall beside him, leaving a small dent. He breathed heavily and rested his head against the wall. You came up to him from behind, caressing his back in small circle movements. He grabbed your hands and turned you to face him. “I’m sorry, I would never hurt you..” he brought your hands to his mouth and kissed each palm gently.


He looked at you with a hurt expression as he exhaled. “Wow I am that easy to replace am I?” your eyes widened at what he said. “No oh my God Lu ple-” “I saw the way he was smiling at you and he wants what’s mine” he said with a low voice, his posture changing from anger. He grabbed you around the waist and closed the gap between you. “But I don’t share” he growled against your ear making you shiver.


“Who would say no to such charm right?” he said with evident sarcasm in his voice. “Kris really it wa-” “Don’t say it wasn’t like that when it was!” he shouted at you, his eyes changing a shade darker. You looked hurt and your face showed that pretty well. “Oh my God no I didn’t mean to yell, I’m so sorry please..” his voice was cracking. “Please don’t go” he almost cried out so you cupped his face and kissed him deeply. “Just don’t yell..” you pleaded after the kiss. “Promise ”


“Are you blind? Don’t you see his fucking intentions?!” he yelled as he moved closer to you. He smirked at you but it wasn’t a good kind of smirk. “Or do you just want attention?” you looked at him, hurt and wide-eyed. “Oh my God I didn’t mean that I was just angry and.. I’m so sorry” his voice cracked and he fell on his knees, sobbing. You fell on your knees too and caressed his cheeks. You straddled him and cupped his face, kissing his cheeks and then his lips as he pulled you in for a long make out session.

xx hope anon is satisfied; im so inactive im srsly ashamed of myself but not for much longer xx