ray your face is a lovely thing

reasons why u should be confident with yourself:
  • if you’re an artist: nobody will ever paint, sketch, make art the way you do. nobody will ever hold your paint brush and take care of it and stroke it on a sheet of paper the way you want it. nobody will ever be as unique and beautiful and as distinct as you. your art is yours. not because they don’t “like” it already mean it’s not beautiful. art is meant to be felt by the heart and not judged by the eyes alone. that’s the beauty in art.
  • if you’re a singer: your voice may not be as high-pitched and as long-ranged as the divas and song birds from all over the world, but haven’t you noticed the way you make this cute little notes jump in joy when you sing it? i think it’s beautiful, the way you play with the rhythm. nobody will ever make such beautiful noise the way you do ever again. make it count.
  • if you’re a writer, a poet: have you forgotten that everybody has their own story to tell? im pretty sure a lot of people would love to hear your story. and count me in, because honestly, im one of them. hearing other people’s story and learning a lot from it is honestly the best part of living. it always feels like you’re starting to become part of their lives and it’s just so beautiful. let other people read your stories: write it, show it, and let everybody read it. we’d love it, trust me !
  • if you’re a pet lover: oh dear !! i love pets as much as you, but can u imagine the look on ur pet’s face when they see you bein sad and moping around with sadness because you’re not confident enough to do something? it will make them feel even sadder. radiating positive rays of sunshine and joys and happiness will make them happy! oh dear, start movin your hands and work. trust me, it will make your pet happy if you’re happy!
  • if you’re passionate over something: don’t be afraid to do things that you love with every single cell in your body. dont let other people’s opinion affect your love and passion over something. if you want make-up and you’re studying in a science school and they think that you look funny, don’t mind them, really. they have their opinion. and you have yours. if they can’t respect yours, then that’s their problem. dont let their opinions affect your happiness. they’re just stupid thoughts, anyway. believe in yourself.
  • if you feel like you’re not good enough: who told you so? im sorry you feel like the world is not treating you right, but trust me it happens to everybody. there are times when you just can’t love yourself as much as you did a few days ago. you can love yourself 50% today and 70% tomorrow. that’s alright. it’s alright. you’re doing fine. and im proud of your progress. but maybe u should step up a little bit and wear the stuff that you’ve always wanted to wear. nobody’s going to hate you. im pretty sure some of the nice girls out there would even love it. you’re going to be okay, peach. i love you. :*)
You made poetries about me. About how I curl my body when I’m asleep and how the winds scud my hair waving like riptides. How you love the way I flutter my eyes and how my irides turn into fireworks whenever I hear you say my name or just by looking at your face. You wrote about how I can never sleep with my lights on—you know I can never sleep even just with the slightest ray of light. You wrote about how I take sleeping pills every night and how I cover all the windows with thick and pitch-dark curtain just not to see a speck of luminescence from the outside. You wrote about every little thing about me. But one day, somehow, you ran out of words and you got tired of me being your muse. And since then, I wait. Every day and every night I am waiting for you to come back and tell me you are filled with words and metaphors again. Because ever since you left, I never turned off my lights. And love, I did not take sleeping pills again tonight.
—  an excerpt from theraserrano’s upcoming book, Cher Ami
  • Lance: *rolls over in bed and nudges keith* hey,,,babe,,you love me right?how much??
  • Keith: *half asleep* what the fuck lance,,,ofc I love you
  • Lance: yh I know but how much?? Like, to the moon? To infinity and beyond? How far does your love for me go exactly?
  • Keith: *rolls over to face Lance* I love you more than everyone,everything and the universe combined.You are the best thing that's ever happened to me.
  • Lance: oh,,,BABE
tiny little kisses.

when i was first to wake
i would gently place
a tiny little kiss
upon your face

i loved you most
when you were dreaming
of me

it must have been a monday

i felt you walking into the café
your eyes, adjusting to the light
reminiscent of my favorite sight

do you still dream of me?

i think you loved me most
before i stopped writing poems
before i lost myself and fell
out of touch in the moment

i couldn’t focus on the present
while distracted by the past
i’ve come to regret it
looking back

i’m sorry
if i let it
eat our love alive

there you were, on a monday
freshly risen from your sleep

the first thought
that came to me
were all of the times
i used to wake
and gently place
a kiss
upon your face

such a tiny little thing
to miss

i think i love you most
whenever i’m writing poems

i find
myself and
fall in love with
tiny little moments
i never knew i’d miss

i never thought i’d have to
keep a kiss from your cheek

i never thought you’d leave

but i just couldn’t
see that half of
the problem
was me

it must have been a monday
you waltzed in, wearing sun rays
a flower in the garden, blooming
just after eight in the morning

do you still dream of me?

i think you still love me
maybe it’s just dormant
but i can’t help you find it

eventually, you’ll realize
that it’s all about timing
and maybe it’ll be too late
when the feeling arises

but i know one thing:
it’s the tiny little moments
that you’ll come to miss
and the tiny little kisses
that i used to give

maybe you’ll love me
most when i stop
writing for you

You made poetries about me. About how I curl my body when I’m asleep and how the winds scud my hair waving like riptides. How you love the way I flutter my eyes and how my irides turn into fireworks whenever I hear you say my name or just by looking at your face. You wrote about how I can never sleep with my lights on—you know I can never sleep even just with the slightest ray of light. You wrote about how I take sleeping pills every night and how I cover all the windows with thick and pitch-dark curtain just not to see a speck of luminescence from the outside. You wrote about every little thing about me. But one day, somehow, you ran out of words and you got tired of me being your muse. And since then, I wait. Every day and every night I am waiting for you to come back and tell me you are filled with words and metaphors again. Because ever since you left, I never turned off my lights. And love, I did not take sleeping pills again tonight.
—  an excerpt from @theraserrano’s upcoming book, “Cher Ami”
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@braveten submitted: hi zeph so here’s the thing – i really love you and your art and i wanted to get in on this whole ‘yuuri katsuki crop top appreciation’ thing but i can’t draw :(

i know the crop ain’t top, but your art is!

This is my favorite yuuri, thank you so much



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xxno-wayxx said: Sherlock x reader. Reader has a miscarriage?

Warnings: miscarriage and depression.

A/N: this is probably one of the most angsty things I have ever written but I do love write angst. Also, please don’t read this if it is a sensitive topic for you. Also, I added a season four quote in here as I thought it was necessary as it fit the writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! xxx

He wished you’d say something. He wished you'd laugh. He wished you’d smile. Oh how he loved your smile. The way your lips curved and captured joy with the ray of sunshine of your face. The way your eyes lit up and sparkled. That hadn’t occurred in a long while.



You kept him sane. He could listen to you for hours and not tire of your voice, your sweet melodic voice. Sherlock would be fascinated by you, despite your belief that you were quite ordinary. He was also in love with you; an emotion he denied feeling for a while. However, when the time came for him to care for you, he couldn’t. You’d shut him out completely. You’d shut everyone since the trip to the hospital…



You awoke with labour-like pains in the middle of the night. You screamed out in agony and pools of blood was running down your leg.

“It’s only six months!” You cried out in both pain and agony. You clung to Sherlock as he held you in his arms. “This cannot be happening.” Your wails could be heard from downstairs so Mrs Hudson, fearing the worst, came up to your flat but Sherlock sent her swiftly away as she entered the bedroom.

“I’m going to call an ambulance,” Sherlock whispered softly to you. He went to leave you to get his phone as the pair of you had just so happened to leave your phones in the living room. When he pulled away to leave, you clung to him tighter so he picked you up and carried you with him when he went to retrieve the phone. He knew moving would make the pain increase but you wouldn’t leave him.



Everything seemed to go in a blur until you had to give birth. That was very slow and full of torment. Sherlock was by your side through it all. He tried to stay strong for you. In the end, you were left on the bed with your tiny child in your arms. Nothing could have brought her round. You could do nothing but look down at her and weep. But you didn’t weep. You just felt empty. Sherlock felt the same but a single tear trickled down his face. It’s not like Sherlock didn’t care. He cared a lot as he loved you and your baby, that you unfortunately lost. You cried buckets after the birth but as soon as she was placed in her arms, all emotion was lost from your exterior. Sherlock hated the thought of you bottling it all inside.

“She needs a name,” You stated. Sherlock nodded in agreement.


“And a middle name?”

Sherlock thought. “Elizabeth. Melody Elizabeth Holmes.”

“My little Melody.”



“Y/N,” Sherlock called. “I’ve made you a cup of tea.” Sherlock never made anyone tea and he knew you wouldn’t drink it but he wanted to try. You were stood by the window gazing out at the street below. You’d been stood there for around an hour lost in your thoughts like usual. You’d been like this for three months. Your body had healed relatively quickly but you were mentally unstable. You rarely ate or drank and you hardly slept. You only slept after the miscarriage and you felt absolutely exhausted. Well, you did feel incredibly tired for the next three months but couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. When you did sleep, you didn’t want to wake up.



“Y/N,” Sherlock repeated the tea. This time you slowly turned your head to face him. You frame was thin, due to the lack of eating and you had heavy bags under your eyes.

“I’m fine,” You replied quietly. That wasn’t the voice Sherlock was used to hearing as it was broken one.

“You haven’t done anything today, have you?”

No reply.

“Have you eaten?”

No reply.

He sighed. “Y/N, you need help.”

“My baby needed help.” Your eyes welled up. Sherlock took this as a good sign. It was awful to see you cry but he detested seeing you so isolated from the world. This was your first emotional outburst since the day you lost your child.

“I killed her, Sherlock!” You screamed as the flood of tears streamed down the cheeks that were once rosie.

“No,” Sherlock said sternly and walked over to you. He put his hands on your shoulders. “This is not your fault. It was inevitable.”

“Then who’s fault is it?”

“There a several causes that can cause it-”

“But what if the cause is me? What if I have a problem.”

Sherlock sighed. "Approximately 60 percent of miscarriages are caused by mismatched chromosomes. So, if you blame yourself, then you will also have to blame me. Also, most miscarriages are a one time thing so this may not be a problem with you. Please, my love, stop hurting yourself.“

"I just…” You couldn’t think of the right word. “Hurt. Sherlock, I just hurt. I feel so empty. It’s been three months. I should have my little girl with me now. New-born and alive and healthy and… She’s not.”

“We can’t bring her back though.”


“I will help you. Everyone will help you. However, you need to realise that I…" A lump formed in his throat. "I lost my child too and now I worry that I’ll lose you.”

“I’m so sorry.” Only now did you realise the pain you put him through. “I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean to put you through any pain. I was selfish.”

“No you weren’t selfish. Your baby died, our baby died!” He sighed. “It’s okay.”

“But it’s not!”

“No but it is what it is. We will get help and we’ll get through this together.”

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Movies that End in a Kiss

Relationship: Dean x Reader
Rating: Teens and up.
Warnings: None.
A/N: There is an author’s note at the end because I don’t want to spoil anything.

~3.5k words

Summary: You tell Dean you’re in love with him exactly three times.

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You tell Dean Winchester you love him three times.

Well no, you’ve said it more often than that growing up with him and Sam, taken in by John at a young enough age that the Winchesters are the only family you’ve ever really known. The only one you can remember, anyway. That’s what I love you has meant so far. It meant you’re my family, I’d die for you too and I’m here.

That’s the brothers’ way of saying it, to you, to each other. Never ones for ‘chick flick moments’ or at least that’s what Dean had decided. Jerk. Bitch. Loser.

That’s not the kind of ‘I love you’ being addressed here. You tell Dean you’re in love with him exactly three times.

The first, in true (honorary)Winchester fashion, happens while you’re dying. Of course, it takes a demon taking a bite out of your jugular to man up and fess up. You’re at the end of your rope, out of time. If you’re ever going to tell Dean, it’s now.

You open your mouth but he shushes you.

“Don’t talk,” he says.

I love you, you think as hard as you can, your eyes going wide as though that will help convey the message. Like you could communicate it telepathically or he could read the words in your irises.

Dean misunderstands. He presses the blue, now blood-black, bandana more firmly onto your fatal wound. “Don’t be scared. Sam’s breaking the angel warding right now and Cas is going to get his feathery ass in here and he’s going to heal you up and then we’ll go get burgers and that’ll be that.”

“Dean,” you rasp.

“Okay fine, we’ll go to a twenty-four-hour breakfast place.”

You chortle out a broken sound and wince immediately but the pain blurs along with everything else. You’ve lost a lot of blood, you know because you’re laying in it.

Dean taps your face and it isn’t gentle. “Hey, hey, stay with me, Loser. Don’t be a wimp, I bet it doesn’t even hurt.”

You chuckle again and say, “Only when I laugh.”

“Well then we’re screwed. I’m a very funny guy.” Dean lets out his own small laugh and grins down at you.

You think it doesn’t hurt at all when he’s the one laughing. That sound could erase all your pains and aches. It has many times before. Has made very bad situations, very dark times, just a little better, just a little easier. His smile isn’t half bad either.

The sunlight spills into the space from the open barn doors behind you, hitting Dean’s face in a way that’s making him hard to see, a little hard to look at. He’s lit up like a greek hero might be. Teary eyes shiny and twinkling in the light, hair more blond than brown as the rays filter through it, his skin goddamn glimmers like bronzed gold. Or maybe that’s just your vision that’s starting to go. Spots dance somewhere between your face and Dean’s so this must be it.

“I love you, Dean,” you say because you think it’s the last thing you’ll ever speak and there are no words more important.

You vaguely hear Dean laugh a broken sound, you think you hear him say Cas’ name, something touches you (other than Dean that has his arms around you), everything tingles and everything goes dark.

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Kuroko no Basuke: Last Game (feat. my shameless fangirling)

Look, AkaKuro’s standing next to each other! ❤❤❤❤

The order of everything I’d written here might be in random, because I was mentally screaming all the way through the entire movie. Mentally, because I couldn’t just shout “FUCK THAT’S MY OTP!!! AREN’T THEY BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER??” with anime heart eyes every time AkaKuro appeared on screen. I’m in the cinemas with equally brooding fanboys and fangirls so nope.

This is full of spoilers and shitposting. Proceed at your own risk. XD

  • Kagami’s backstory. Who would’ve thought that such a bright ray of sunshine was once a tol angsty child. Well, everyone probably went through that phase so-
  • One thing I realized while I was watching the entire Strky vs Jabberwock match was how much I love Kasamatsu, Miyaji, Imayoshi, Okamura, and Higuchi (I don’t even know this guy but I love him unconditionally okay?). So, yeah, basically, everyone in Team Strky.
  • I was waiting for Kasamatsu to slap Nash in the face after the guy spit on his hand, but– *3*
  • The GoM greeting each other in the gym is the most precious thing ever
  • AKASHI ❤ I’m biased so–
  • Kuroko following Kagetora in Roppongi to confront the Jabberwock. 
  • Everyone taken aback by Kuroko’s disappearance lol
  • Kuroko’s boyfriends protecting him after Nash kicked him. DAMN I GOT SHIVERS AT AKASHI’S EXPRESSION HERE.
  • Akashi: Stop
  • Kuroko: Akashi-kun.
  • Akashi: I understand. Knowing you, you probably want to settle this in a basketball match.
  • I literally just mentally scream my head off every time AkaKuro is next to each other
  • EIGO
  • The match’s setting was different from the one in the manga. And the other characters watched them live which was also different.
  • (Btw, there were two guys sitting few seats to my right in the cinema who were doing a live commentary of every fucking scene the entire time. I was torn between getting annoyed and fanboying with them because what they were whispering to each other was what I was thinking at that exact moment.)
  • Everyone being OP AS FUCK
  • Midorima’s remote control
  • Fucking Silver
  • Murasakibara and Silver’s match up
  • Silver is an ass
  • Pouting Murasakibara *sound of angels’ choir in the background*
  • Everyone giving way to each other so the team could win. #PRECIOUS
  • Kuroko: *joins the game*
  • Jabberwock: LMAO So weak-looking
  • Jabberwock [5 seconds after Kuroko played]: WHAT THE FUCK??????
  • DID I MENTION THE TEAM PLAYS??? The AoKaga?? Midorima and Kagami highfiving each other? Murasakibara and Kagami double-teaming Silver? And ofc who could forget AoKi double-teaming Silver
  • Kise’s Perfect Copy + Aomine’s Zone = beautiful AoKi babies
  • I swear even Momoi could feel the AOKI in the air. She was too overwhelmed that it brought tears to her eyes. lol
  • Kise and Silver’s one-on-one
  • “Kise is the strongest player on the court.” Dude… I already knew that, like, 5 years ago.
  • Nash’s passes WTAF
  • Murasakibara getting hurt again. STOP HURTING MY TREE SON I SAY
  • Takao getting jealous of Akashi and Midorima’s teamplay. Don’t worry Shin-chan’s all yours already. :3
  • Kise failing to make the shot because he’s too damn exhausted already. Somebody take his place aaaaaahhhhhhh :’((((((((((
  • “Leave the rest to me, Ryouta.”
  • WHY DIDN’T THEY INCLUDE THIS: “Akashi-kun is Akashi-kun. There is no difference.” THIS IS, LIKE, THE ULTIMATE AKAKURO MOMENT. I’M SO SAD ;-;
  • “Right now, Akashi’s the most reliable person on the court.” He’s also the most reliable in be– //slapped
  • Mayuyu supporting his kouhai from the sidelines. HOW CUTE
  • Also, can we talk about Mibuchi’s new hairstyle?
  • Midorima’s three pointers. Also OP as fuck
  • “My shots will not miss.” His shots through Takao’s heart will also never miss. ;)
  • Midorima trying to make Kagami feel better. Holy shit the world’s ending soon
  • Nash’s ability was translated in the movie as “Barrier Eye.” But I actually heard “Belial Eye” every time it was mentioned. But it was called “Demon Eye” in the manga. So which is it? @-@
  • “Goodbye.”
  • NAked Akashi
  • Oreshi and Bokushi fanservice DAMNNNNNNN I NEED MORE. I love the way they parted in the movie, with all the hands holding and the changing of perspectives and just… everything.
  • Akashi was about to give up
  • Then Kuroko appears in his line of sight
  • Then everyone gets an instant power up
  • GoM + Seirin bonding moment™
  • Kagami’s leaving for America.
  • God just remembering it makes me tear up
  • When Kagami ran back to Kuroko, I thought he changed his mind and would say: “It’s more fun playing with you and the rest of the team.” But they just said goodbye to each other and Kagami was thanking Kuroko for everything and all these onion ninjas just started popping out of nowhere and I was dying inside. :’((((((((((
  • Holy fucks I think I didn’t watch the complete final scene? Now I’m sadder. I mean, I saw some spoiler about the GoM talking about the future or smth?? I DIDN’T SEE THAT. ;-;

Apparently, my lil bro backed out from watching this with me, and I ended up watching it with my dad. Though, in all actuality, he just slept and woke up about quarterway through the movie. And I think he enjoyed the rest of the movie, because he didn’t sleep after that, and that was SOMETHING because he always just sleeps whenever he comes with me and my siblings to the cinemas. 😂😂😂😂 Anyway, I’ll add the others once I remember them.


he never spilled love-like constellations,
let’s just get that straight.
he never wrote a novel in your heart,
just little excerpts of sweetness
from rosy time to withering time
and that was somehow enough.
the honey-like moments
would set your heart in a race
more than any moon-rushed atmosphere ever could.
he beamed with heartfelt universes 
every once in a while
and we both know they went mile after mile.
mile after mile until they exploded
into moon-dusted nothingness.
a sad nothingness, with a hint of… just nothing.
tell me why the stormiest boy you’d ever met
made you feel wind-still?
he said he didn’t feel anything
that emotions wasn’t his thing
but a heartless boy wouldn’t cry like that.
why does the most loving boy
say he doesn’t feel a thing?
tell me why he didn’t love
the tiny freckles on your face
as he loved the sun rays in your eyes?
the little things about you.
he loved them, as they were fragments. 
tell me why he always saw in darkness
even the sunniest night?
tell me why you still love him
when he never loved you in the first place?
tell me why he wasn’t even in love with your face?
just the small curves of your body
and the way you said you couldn’t live without him.
look at you now.
you see in red, thinking in blue
now that he left you
and you wonder at night,
if there is something more that you can do.
—  tina jaxén // little things you wonder about the boy who broke your heart
Cody Christian | I claimed you

Count of words: 474

Warnings: short but I couldn’t do more…

A/N: yayyy our first imagine that is not about Daniel or Isaac ♥♥ Also, I thought it was only appropriate to do something like this since I got sunburned yesterday lol

Requested?: Yes

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It was no secret that you and your lovely boyfriend Cody were super weird when around each other. It wasn’t a bad thing, really. It was what others loved in your relationship. Everyone envied the way he looked at your eyes, or at your face when you weren’t looking. The also envied the way you took care of even the smallest injury of his, and how you would usually be found wrapped in his back like a back pack. It was pure bliss for everyone to see.

It was currenty a super warm day, you, Cody and some of your friends were at the beach having fun, as much as one could under the horribly hot sun rays. The sound of little kids and parents splashing water here and there, while being embraced from the refreshing water was a sight for sore eyes and made you all crave the cooling feeling as well. So, you did what was the smartest to do, you stripped from your clothes and run to the water, while wearing that little bikini of yours that was hugging your body perfectly, driving every one insane, especially Cody.

It had been a couple of hours of swimming and playing chicken fight when you decided to walk out of the water and and dry yourselves a bit till you went to a restaurant to eat. Every one was joking around and enjoying themselves, engaging in conversations accompanied by some coffee, cold water and laughter. “Come sit on my lap,” you heard Cody yell, calling you and montioning his hand for you to go there, patting his thigh while doing so. Even though you were having a conversation with one of your friends, you took up his offer getting comfortable with his arm wraped around your waist. “So, are you having fun ?” he questioned, looking at your face adoringly. “It’s been good. I’m positive I’m getting a sunburn as we speak but it’s been fun.” You said laughing a bit at yourself, Cody kissing your temple. “I told you you should have put on sunscreen,” he said with a stern face. “Oh shut up.”

As predicted, you got a sunburn, every bit of your shoulders and chest hurting and burning as you kept applying aloe vera all over. “Can you stop giving me that look ?” You suggested a little annoyed at Cody’s ‘I told you so’ face. “Nope, I can’t. I told you to put on sunscreen. Now you are suffering,” he said coming closer to you, applying yet another sunburn relieving cream. As you were paying attention to applying whatever you had in your arm, you felt something wet on your shoulder, soon realising it was Cody’s tongue. “Did you just lick me ?” You asked shocked. “I claimed you,” he said laughing and then placing a kiss on it as well.

About the “rushed” first Bughead kiss

I just wanna say what I’ve been thinking, because I love love love first kisses! They make me so happy. ^-^ I keep reading about how people think it’s super rushed for them to already be kissing. 

Now, as much as I would have liked for it to have been longer, we have to keep in mind that Jughead and Betty are… very intelligent young people who don’t let romance dominate their lives. 

We can all see that Betty clearly leaves room in her life for romance.. she wants it. Badly! Perhaps from the wrong person for most of her life(Archie) but she obviously has softer feelings for Jughead and it has been growing. They have spent a lot of time together recently in the Riverdale World, putting their brains together to solve something bigger than themselves and DOING MORE THAN THE ACTUAL POLICE MIND YOU, and they have known each other for a very long time. WITH THAT BEING SAID.. 

Betty also is a complete wreck about her family currently. It means the World to her. She also wants to do good in life, for her friends and family, and she most likely puts herself last a lot. She’s breaking through that girl next door stereotype because she’s MORE than just that. She’s a very smart girl, with a very big heart. She very much wants to be there for her sister Polly. She’s feeling so crazy about her home life right now! She needs to solve what the fuck happened for her own sanity, because Betty Cooper has dark areas inside her soul just like we all do, and she has danced around them for too long, living with a Mother like Alice Cooper. 

Enter Juggie, through da windowwwww, like some mother effing sexy PETER PAN and immediately seeking to comfort her. For Jug, his life is clearly upside down and he cares for a lot more than just romance, but it is definitely a big part of him now that he’s developed these complicated feelings for a girl he’s known almost his whole life, who probably never imagined her eyes EVER searching his face, the way she looked at Archie while they grew up. He knows Betty is pretty much dangerous territory because of the closeness of Archie and Betty, and also knows Archie is a fool for not wanting her, but Betty is like an addicting ray of sunshine that you long for when every thing else in your life is upside down, like Jugs is. She has made him feel more happy than anyone has in awhile, from the looks of it.  They both have a wreck of a family life, and I think they also can identify with the love they each have for their own siblings. They both have a sister that’s absent in their lives and it hurts both of them tremendously. Jughead saw how horrible it was for Betty when they all ran into Polly in the hallway. They had to restrain him! HE IS SO GOOD TO BETTY. <3

I think if they didn’t cut the face holding scene(the promo pic) for them it wouldn’t have felt THAT rushed. Yeah yeah, just one scene.. but it could have made some difference. We have to imagine what goes on in their heads at times, or fill in some un-aired experience, conversation, whatever that MUST have happened or whatnot. 

I know it seems like Betty was ruining the moment, but they are both feeling extremely caught up in their advances in their case, and the romantic feelings surging between them. She probably had a million things going through her head, and then he just crashed through it and kissed her. She was already wanting to tell Jughead about what Polly told her when he took over the romantic side of their situation like a BAWSE. HER GASP and smile was the cutest thing, and Jughead’s sigh of intense relief was everything. I think he was probably going to burst from anticipation on his end, I mean, did you see how happy Betty looked to see him at her window? She invited him in with the most cheerful smile, despite the raging storm going on inside her. If that didn’t put him over the edge, I don’t know what would have.

He is her comfort, and she is his. And they are truly brilliant together, taking things into their own hands(Jughead also literally took Betty’s face into his hands and DID THE DAMN THING) and actually getting somewhere with this murder case. 

Jones and Cooper Detective Soul Mates, awwww yeeeee.

Ray of Sunshine

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Warnings: none, maybe a tiny smudge of angst but the rest is just fluff

K: Consider this an apology for my last drabble that I wrote 😉 (still not sorry btw hehe)

It’s what you are to Dean. His adorable little Ray of Sunshine.

Days where he’d feel down or upset, you’d go up to him. You hated seeing your daddy all sad  or grumpy. You wanted to make sure he was okay.

It usually worked. You’d go up to your papa and sit next to him, with your favorite stuffed animal in your arms. By looking up at him and making funny faces or doing silly things with your stuffed animal, those were the things that made Dean smile.

Seeing his little girl being silly and dorky in front of him. All just to make him smile or happy again. It’s why he called you his little ray of sunshine.

Because no matter what you did in these situations, you’d always somehow get Dean to laugh or smile. And Dean loved you so much for that. Even though you were a bit young to fully understand what he, Sam or Cas had to go through, you would still be there for them, for him. To make sure your papa was alright, that he wouldn’t feel so gloomy all the time.

When he was happy, you would be happy too. Your smile and laughter would cheer Dean up itself. Dean loved to see you happy and giggly. It would cheer him up most of the time.

To see his daughter, enjoying her childhood the way a child is supposed to. Not the kind of childhood, well the kind of life that Dean lived through as a kid. No, Dean would never put you through that situation.

Every once a while Dean would teach you about the hunting life. But he wouldn’t put you through a really tough training that he went through as a kid. With the help of Sam, they would give you some lessons on some of the things about hunting. Simple things that wouldn’t affect you as much.

You would understand them almost right away. You are an intelligent girl for your age. Thanks to the help from your Uncle Sammy.

Dean was so happy to have you as his daughter. An adorable silly cheerful intelligent little girl as a daughter. Something he would never want to take away from you.

Because you were someone who would help keep the little family that Dean has left happy. You loved your family and they loved you just as much.

But for Dean, you are his one and only ray of sunshine.

Originally posted by literarycasualty

Forever Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @freakintasticfan @i-am-a-sinner-666

Let’s (Not) Just Be Friends (Lay x Reader)

Dia duit, my darlings! Long time no see! Ugh, you guys are killing me with all these Lay requests. It’s like you’re trying to see me die of thirst lol But anywho, this is a simple story about being in a very comfortable friendship with Lay (skinship being a MUST), and how you struggle to hide your true feelings for the beautiful boy. Don’t worry, I’ve rewarded you lovelies with some much needed smuttiness~ Enjoy!

Originally posted by bogumie

“Your turn to pick, Yixing." 

You stretched out your leg, throwing it haphazardly over your friend’s, fidgeting until you were comfortable. Your head rested above the slow beating heart of the one most precious to you in this world. 

 Yixing pouted, caressing your smooth hair lazily as his eyes flickered over to the television, "You never like what I pick though, ____.” His dark eyes scanned the titles diligently, his hand never stopping on your head.

 You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his favorite cologne, “Mm. How do you know that?" 

 Yixing puzzled over it a moment, before exclaiming, "Because you always fall asleep halfway through the movie!" 

 You traced circles on his chest, blushing because what your friend said was completely true. Yixing usually picked movies that matched his ‘acquired tastes’; or so he said. You mumbled into his shirt, "I promise I won’t fall asleep this time,” you sat up and brushed a hand down his jaw, a teasing smile on your face, “If I fall asleep before the end of the movie, I’ll clean your pit of a room. Closet and even under your bed." 

 He bit his lip as he smiled, "Deal,” he situated you so that he was spooning your smaller form on the couch, “But I don’t think you’ll be even close to falling asleep for this one." 

 You rolled your eyes, settling into the curve of his body, "Whatever you say, Yixing." 

 His arm draped over your hip as soon as the movie began, his hand finding yours as he played with your fingers and tickled your palm playfully, a soothing activity you two frequently did. You snuggled back into his chest, relishing the feeling of his fingers over your skin completely. 

 Of course, just like one of those crazy dramas, you happened to be in love with your best friend. Who was so kind, so gentle, warm, and the light of your life. Yixing talked to you when no one would, was there for you when no one else wanted to listen. When you woke up, he was the first thing you saw; and when you went to bed he was the last. 

 You were possibly the most unlikely of friends, immediately attracted to one another at the beginning of your first year of university. Always being mistaken for a couple, the two of you shared in copious amounts skin ship, the one thing the two of you found more comforting than anything else. It wasn’t your average hand holding or snuggling though. The two of you would frequently sleep in the same bed and kiss each other’s cheeks affectionately even in public. When it came to one another, neither of you had any shame about those kind of public displays of affection. 

 One time a few months back, Yixing had his first panic attack after accidentally running over a cat that bolted out into the street. He was distraught when he called you over the phone, his voice trembling with tears. (You loved that he had such a soft heart.) You came as fast as the city traffic allowed and the moment your hand touched Yixing’s he visibly calmed down, his sobbing quieting to gentle sniffles. That night, you’d treated him to his favorite comfort food and desserts, cheering him up. You weren’t good at many things, but you were a first class comforter when it came to Yixing; you’d do anything for him because you loved him so much. 

 You remembered that love and sneaked a look at his face, admiring his handsome features and adorable expression. His lips were parted slightly, eyes practically twinkling as he was absorbed into the movie. You loved how innocent his perspective of the world was, always finding the good in people and just about any situation as well. He truly was your little ray of sunshine. 

 "Yixing?,” you whispered, taking his hand gently in your own. 


 "Thank you for being my best friend,” you voiced softly. He kissed the back of your head, squeezing your hand, “Anything for you." 

 You nodded, though your heart squeezed painfully, suddenly feeling awash with emotions. To him, you knew all these kisses, hugs, and touches were simply platonic. But you loved him more than anything in this world. Enough, you realized, that even if he didn’t love you back, you’d be perfectly content loving him from a distance; protecting him. You really were the prime example of tragic, unrequited love. 

 The movie you were watching was apparently quite foreign, an unknown language coming out of the television. You let your eyes flicker through the subtitles, quickly becoming annoyed with having to multitask. You were about to make a comment to Yixing that this movie was too taxing, when suddenly a loud moan was heard from the movie, making you start as you realized you hadn’t been paying attention at all. You’d been so absorbed in trying to keep up with the subtitles, you’d completely missed the fact this movie was a foreign erotica. 

 You blushed watching as the quite shockingly nude actor and actress shared a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, raking fingers through one another’s hair. You looked up at Yixing, flabbergasted. His eyes never left the lithe bodies that entwined in the movie, his tongue pushed out to lick his own lips. You gulped, your morbid curiosity overpowering your better senses as you too were mesmerized by the intimate act unfolding before you.  

 You doubted this was even a movie they showed in theaters because of the explicit nature, it was practically porn. Every shot included some genitalia, cleavage, or someone’s ass. You started to feel hot when the actor was shown entering the actresses dripping center, her moans sending a shiver up your spine and shooting down in between your legs. It was beginning to get extremely hard to concentrate on the movie without being aware that Yixing’s body was flush against your’s. 

 Something else was beginning to get hard as well and you wanted to faint right then.  

 Yixing wasn’t even noticing the fact that his semi-erect member was pressing very firmly against you, only two layers separating you from him. Your legs began to tremble as you grew aware of Yixing’s hand softly caressing your hip, a familiar heat creeping in the pit of your stomach. The two actors on screen were still passionately going at it, and you could hardly take it anymore; you were having a sensory overload. You were totally turned on from the sex scene and the fact that Yixing was unknowingly aroused as well. You needed to take care of yourself. Fast. 

 You carefully extricated yourself from Yixing’s arms, causing him to look up at you in surprise. He asked innocently, "Where you going?" 

 You lied smoothly, "Bathroom." 

 "Oh okay,” he smiled sweetly. “I’ll pause the movie for you. But hurry back!" 

 You gave a strained smile reply, exiting the living room quickly and heading down the hallway, passing by the bathroom. You entered the blissfully quiet sanctuary of your room, immediately heading straight to your bed. You stretched out on your bed, sighing as you slipped your pajama shorts down, your heart beating wildly. You were surprised by how wet you were as you dipped a finger gently into your folds, relishing the silky pleasure that coursed through your body. You rubbed your clit quickly, remembering that if you took too long, Yixing would probably get suspicious and come looking for you. 


 You squeezed your eyes shut, picturing it was your best friend’s hand that was frantically rubbing your soaked heat. A small gasp escaped your lips as you remembered the feeling of his own arousal pressing against your- 

 Stop it.

 You immediately withdrew your hand from your privates, feeling ashamed of your explicit thoughts. He was your best friend for Christ’s sake, it wouldn’t do developing a sexual appetite for someone you knew you’d never have. You pulled your shorts back on and sat on the edge of your bed, suddenly feeling drained. You rubbed the sudden fatigue from your eyes as you stood up, making your way back to the source of all your frustrations.  

 When you entered the living room, his face visibly brightened, a warm smile gracing his lips, "I was just wondering what was taking so long.” He beckoned you back into his arms, tugging at the hem of your shirt like a child. 

 You gave a tight lipped smile in return, answering stiffly as you sat down away from him at his feet, “I’m fine. Just a little sick feeling.” You could still feel the wetness of arousal on your shorts and it made you blush in embarrassment. 

 He looked surprised and slightly hurt at your physical and emotional distance from him, “You sure you’re alright, ____?" 

 "I said I’m fine, Yixing,” you replied, your voice cracking on his name. 

 He remained silent, continuing to watch the movie, but looking extremely disinterested in it now. You were the same, watching with an empty heart as the two actors continued to make love, professing their undying love for each other as they reached their climax simultaneously.  

 As soon as the movie finished you stood up, said a quick goodnight to Yixing, and shuffled back to your room to wallow in your self misery. You snuggled into your blankets, wishing nothing more than to erase this night from your memory. You felt tears spring to your eyes as your shame and sadness rolled over you in waves, remembering how 'content’ you’d seemed earlier when you thought of how just seeing Yixing happy was enough. How wrong you’d been. You desired him and selfishly needed him to be yours and only yours alone. How were you supposed to touch him, or let him touch you anymore without feeling ashamed of the feelings, both sexual and emotional, that you harbored for him? You fell asleep with some difficulty, the weight of your thoughts smothering.  

 The rest of the week, was torture. Yixing easily noticed your obvious distress and sought to comfort you whenever he could. The only problem being the fact that even the simplest of touches reminded you of the night you’d touched yourself to the thought of him. He was relentless, always making sure you felt him in some way. Whether it was hand holding, playing with your hair, or resting a hand on your thigh, you couldn’t it when your mind would wander to darker thoughts. Like when he would hug you from behind as you waited in line for lunch, his arms holding you to his chest; he would hum contently, sending pleasing vibrations down your back. It would have been innocent enough had your attention not been focused on the fiasco from the other night. You could still practically feel his arousal pressing against your lower back…

 It was movie night again, but you had different plans for yourself that day. Much to your chagrin, you lied to Yixing again, saying that you felt unwell and your stomach was hurting. You saw the way his lips flattened and knew he was having a hard time believing you, but he relented eventually, going to watch a movie on his own. You were going to stay away from him for now and give yourself a breather from the intense physical contact this week.  

 You flopped down on your bed with a groan, closing your eyes as the silence pressed comfortingly against you. But soon enough, your thoughts began to wander again. 

 You tried. You really did.

 You ended up in the same position as the other night, your hand rubbing frantically against your clit as you sought release, his name on your tongue as you chanted it like a mantra. Thoughts of Yixing flooded your head: him teasingly caressing your wet heat, his fingers sliding easily in and out, him moaning softly as he whispered dirty things to you, his panting and groaning as you stroked his hard member, your name bursting from his lips as he climaxed in your hand, his ministrations to your clit becoming more intense as your orgasm approached!… 

 "______?…,“ a familiar voice spluttered. 

 You immediately ceased your actions, freezing as you saw your best friend gaping from your door way, his face completely shocked. He’d obviously heard you say his name while you were masturbating. You felt tears prick at your eyes, embarrassment slamming into you as you watched his dark eyes rake over the scene before him, "Yixing! I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. Please." 

 As you were profusely spouting complete gibberish, you failed to notice how Yixing was beginning to become aroused, his gaze soaking in your naked lower half. He was turned on by the fact that he was the reason you’d been touching yourself in such a way. He licked his lips and approached you, even though you were still apologizing, your voice grew softer as he moved onto the bed with you. Your eyes glazed over as they met his, your body relaxing immediately as he cupped your cheek gently. No words were needed to be spoken to know that you both wanted the same thing. 

 He closed the distance between you, brushing your lips tenderly with his own. The moment you’d only dreamed about was coming true; he was kissing you, touching you, differently than before. His hand rested on your thigh, tracing patterns into your skin and squeezing once you laced your fingers through his soft hair, tugging at the tips insistently. You wanted him to kiss you into oblivion, you wanted him to take you.  

 He answered your aggression by pushing you roughly onto your back, his body molding to perfectly fit your’s. He moved away from your mouth and instead chose to drag his lips over your jaw and neck, occasionally pressing a wet kiss to your skin. You moaned softly, lifting a leg and using it to bring him even closer, the friction of his jeans on your naked heat was pure bliss. He groaned as you began to rub yourself wantonly against his leg, his hands finding the edge of your shirt and pulling it up to reveal your chest. He made short work of your bra, helping you arch up into him with one hand, and skillfully undoing the clasp of your bra with another. Your breasts sprung free, nipples becoming erect as his fingers brushed over them.  

 As much as you enjoyed the attention he was giving you, he had far too many articles of clothing on for your liking. You tugged at his shirt insistently, blushing when you heard his familiar lighthearted chuckle. But nevertheless, he tore his shirt off, revealing his toned abs and sculpted chest. Yixing wasn’t overly muscular, but rather lean and toned, which you’ve always secretly liked about his body. You tentatively touched him, your fingers grazing down and up his whole chest. He sighed in delight, relishing the attention you were giving him as you pressed kisses tentatively to his skin. 

 As you occupied his chest, he began to unbuckle his belt and slip his pants off, throwing them off your bed without caring where they landed. You drew away from him when you realized he was just as naked as you now, and you couldn’t help but stare. You’d never been with someone as beautiful as Yixing was, so a blush seeped into your cheeks as you took in his body. As he continued his advances on you, you couldn’t help but feel inadequate. He had always been considered one of the more good looking guys at school, and you’d just always been you. Average and okay at best. 

 "Yixing,” you worried a lip between your teeth, drawing up the sheets to cover your womanhood as you suddenly lost all your confidence. 

 He noticed your discomfort and immediately cupped your face, “Hey. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving and being my friend, inside and out. And I know, I can tell you that a million times and you won’t be convinced. So let me show you how much you mean to me.” You looked up at him in surprise, only to find him looking surprised with himself too. He recoiled slightly, only to hold onto you more surely than before as he whispered, “This is okay, right?”

  It felt as though you were walking on air as you softly breathed back, “Yes.” 

 He drew you into his arms, the warmth of his skin kissing against your own. The feeling of him surrounding you was all you’d ever wanted and it felt better to know he wanted it too. Yixing laid you down softly on the bed, hovering over your want filled body, his hands on his erect dick as he began to pump it over you, warming it up and moaning your name. Your heart raced as you watched his face contort in pleasure, heat filling the pit of your stomach at the sight of his arousal. You had a feeling you could watch him for hours, but inside you knew what you wanted and you needed it now. You reached up and grasped his shoulders urgently, a whine filling your voice, “Yixing please I can’t take much more." 

 He seemed to snap out of it, redness coloring his cheeks as he cleared his throat, "Right. Sorry." 

 He positioned his member at your entrance, but not before teasing your folds with the tip, eliciting a gasp from you at the strange feeling of something other than your own hands touching your core. He pushed into you gently, allowing your walls to accommodate his girth at their pace. You didn’t mind at all because Yixing truly was gifted down below and it felt more intimate to really feel him, plus he stretched you pretty damn far. He groaned as he was completely sheathed within you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You were still slightly uncomfortable, but it was bearable enough as he began to press kisses to your neck, his panting making you shiver as he battled with his own self control. If it wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever seen or heard, you’d be kidding yourself. 

 You felt guilty for not being able to take him in and immediately start going wild. It looked like pure torture from your perspective, so you sucked it up and began to move your hips against him, urging him to start as well. Yixing looked so relieved when you began to buck up into him, his own hips fluidly snapping into you. He set the perfect pace, allowing you some control over what you wanted. You moaned as he dipped further into you than before, brushing something unknown inside of you that sent pleasure coursing through your body. 

 "Right there Yixing,” you groaned into his ear. He trembled with pleasure as you reached up and raked your finger nails down his back, tracing his spine along the way. By the way his breath was becoming choppier and his voice higher, you could tell his end was approaching. 

 Ever the gentleman, he reached down and began to rub your clit, increasing his speed as well. You felt a sensory overload as soon as he did, a thousand different feelings racing through your nerves as he pressed at the sensitive bundle earnestly. You suddenly yelled, coming all over his member as your walls clenched down on him. He gave a few more wildly thrusts before driving deep into you one last time, his seed spilling into you as he gasped your name over and over. He began to slowly pump the two of you through your orgasm, wanting to draw out the feeling as long as possible for you. You sighed contentedly, winding down from your high as you ran your fingers through Yixing’s hair. 

 He looked down at you, almost astonished with himself for what he’d just done. He just fucked his best friend, it was all over now. Flustered, he pulled out as gently as possible before sitting on the edge of the bed. 

 Confused, you moved over to him, resting your chin on his shoulder, “Yixing?” He flinched but took your hand in his own, “I’ve ruined everything." 

 You furrowed your brow, "What do you mean? I’ve never been happier." 

 He turned to you, his face full of wonder, "You’re serious?”

 "Of course I’m serious,“ you leaned over and kissed his cheek, mumbling quietly, "I have something to confess anyway." 

 He leaned into you, pressing your foreheads together, "I do too,” he gulped, “_____, I’ve always have had a hard time just calling you my best friend. I’ve wanted to confess to you since we became friends, but then we grew so close, I didn’t want to ruin what we had." 

 Your eyes widened, kissing him happily, "I’ve been wanting to admit I loved you the day we met.” You laughed against his lips, “We’re such idiots." 

 He laughed and pulled you into his chest, "Agreed. But I’m the luckiest fool of all." 

 You chuckled, already knowing what he was going to say, "Why?" 

 "Because I get to be with you,” he murmured into your hair. 

 "You took the words straight out of my mouth,“ you whispered as you really embraced him for the first time as someone different. Someone you could love without feeling ashamed. Nothing was unrequited anymore and you couldn’t be happier.

anonymous asked:

GOT7 ideal type? I really love your writing by the way.!

Okay this is just my opinion this is who I see them with may be may not, just remember that you’re perfect and don’t change for anybody! Wrote this ideal type of girl but still tried to keep it gender neutral on some of it sorry fanboys :(

JB: You know those type of girls that can look rather nice in baggy shirts/work out clothes but somehow do a 180 and dress in casual nice clothing. Probably pulling off anything they wear? Yeah I see him with that type of girl. Someone his height or shorter, would be slightly annoyed if you were taller then him but it wouldn’t be a huge deal to him once he realizes that looks aren’t the most important thing ever. Though that’s purely based on looks, the girls personality would probably be more reserved (somewhat like him) but when you’re with your friends or people you’re more comfortable with you would be as wild and loud as him. Someone who has goals and in pursue of chasing their dreams, let’s face it he wants someone who is very passionate in what they’re doing. He’s following his own dreams so of course he would be with someone who’s doing the exact same thing.

Mark: A girl who only wears jeans and whatever kinds of shirts (band merch, nice casual shirts, baggy shirts, fancy tops) but doesn’t mind dressing up, unless they really really have to. More of the natural type of girl who doesn’t mind being bare face in public. Doesn’t care if you’re taller or shorter then him, he’ll still be the protective/dominate one in the relationship. Someone who has a loud laugh and who smiles a lot of them time. Probably someone who’s in-between of being an extrovert/introvert, meaning they’ll keep to themselves but will talk to other people they don’t know if they share a common interest. A girl with someone who isn’t very affectionate in public because he rather have that on the private side. Would probably be interested in their first impression but won’t make a move until he got close to you.

Jackson: Okay honestly though we all joke about Jackson not willing to date anyone taller then him I feel like he would. I do see him with someone with thick thighs no matter what body type, wither you’re short or tall he’ll be like #thickthighs4lyfe. Though he would date a tall girl probably prefer to date someone who is shorter than him just so he can be the tall on and rest his chin on top of your head. Personality would probably be extremely extrovert. He want’s someone who’s probably just like him, which would scare him because did he just find the girl version of himself? Also someone who would encourage him because yeah he has self doubt so he would want someone who would make him feel better about himself. Would probably be friends with you first but than once he realizes his feelings would instantly make a move before someone else does.

Junior: I honestly feel like he wouldn’t feel picky at all when it comes to looks. He would care more about personality than looks, because how you present yourself plays into the way you look. He loves the true to yourself type of girls. Natural girls would be his favorite type over anything. More interested if you would be able to have an intellectual conversation on a certain topic or share you’re random thoughts no matter what time of the day it is. If you’re interested in the fine arts, he’s an actor so probably go after someone who’s willing to go to the fine arts museums, plays, book stores, those type of things because being able to talk about those type of things with someone else who share the same common interest as him is a complete turn on to him.

Youngjae: Probably someone who’s a ray of sunshine or a cute cinnamon bun just like himself. Their laugh would probably make him and others laugh, just like his own. Constant smiles no matter what they’re going through ever though they would be awkward about anything. Would date anybody who would he find beautiful. Have freckles? He’ll love it. Have huge scar on your face? Oh he’ll constantly ask how you got it because he loves it. Something you’re insecure about he would love it. If you were musician he would love it because he would want to create music with you *wink wink*

Bambam: Short and cute adorable girls, someone who’s easily approachable and off the wall with adorableness but with a curvy body? So most likely a bagel girl. Someone he could always share his opinion on things that he’s passionate about. Willing to be cute for everyone else but sexy for him. Like I know that sounds weird but its like to everyone else she would dress cute act adorable when its private or at events she would be like this total sexy badass. Would want someone willing to pick out outfits for him and he could do the same thing for you. Probably more into matching couples outfits.

Yugyeom: He did say he would like a 4D type of girl and honestly that’s who he would be with. Someone who’s in her own little world and lost in thought but out of no where willing to say their random thoughts. Probably somewhat extra but its that’s adorable extra where it makes others want to protect you. If you consider yourself a nerd, he would love that in all honesty. The height wouldn’t be a problem you can be short or taller than him if he liked you, it would be because of you not because of your height. Probably would be attracted to someone who would have a casual street wear type of look. As in skinny jeans, converse/vans/ankle boots, white v-neck and a snapback… okay if you dress somewhat similar to him he would love it.

Dating would be like... | V (Taehyung) Edition


  • Being the giggly couple 28/8
  • him being your best friend
  • the rest of the maknae line tagging along on your dates
  • and Tae doesn’t mind at all
  • you don’t mind either
  • Inside jokes gALORE
  • the type to message you CONSTANTLY
  • like, you could be in the bathroom
  • and he’s just like “i miss you :(”
  • “Babe I miss you where are you”
  • “Taehyung please i’m in the bathroom”
  • “Without me? D:”
  • lots of play fights or tickle fights that lead into something more once and a while ;D
  • you could be cooking or doing laundry on the bed or reading on the sofa and he would sneak up behind you 
  • and just wait there for a minute, taking in the sight of you
  • you looked so peaceful and cute with your comfy clothes on and your hair up, little wispy bits surrounding your face in a way that was cherubic 
  • and then he would let out a war cry and attach himself to your waist, kissing your neck and tickling your sides, wrapping his feet around your legs so you couldn’t escape his little ninja attack
  • somehow you wiggle your way so that you’re facing him, and you’re both just laying there with his arms around you and he’s hugging you so close that your nose is touching his and his warm breath is fanning across your face
  • and it’s just a very peaceful moment after the two of you had your fight
  • you’re laying there on the floor with the sun’s warm rays kissing the two of you and the sun is right on Taehyung’s face and the light is hitting his hair so that all the little highlights are glistening and the little specks of dust are floating around like tiny snowflakes and he’s looking at you with such love in his eyes that he’s taken all the words out of your mouth and the only thing you can do to convey how much you love him back is to just gently slip your hand up to cup his cheek as you press your lips onto his
  • and as he gets more and more into it he moves so that he’s sitting up and you’re on your knees, chest pressed against his as your arms loop around his neck and his hands slide down your waist and then down further ;D
  • i’m so single holy fuck 
  • anywAYS
  • slow, long kisses. sometimes he can give fast, teasing kisses depending on the mood and his energy level but mostly he just loves slow kissed bc he just adores being able to f e e l you and it’s one of his favorite ways to say “i love you” 
  • also depending on his mood: your lips will practically be bruised from how much and how hard he kisses you during a makeup session
  • he’s a v v touchy person so hugs and cuddles are a MUST.
  • when u two go to bed he’s spooning you but u wake up at like 4AM bc ur suffocating bc Taehyung has rolled on top of u in his sleep loL
  • his idea of couple shirts is him cutting up one of your favorite shirts to match his 
  • and ur mad for a lil bit but he’s so excited to show you and he looks so sweet and he really didn’t know and it’s okay bc he loves u and u love him and u know he did it bc he wanted to do a couple-y thing w you
  • Jimin and Jungkook give u guys hell but it’s okay Taehyung kisses ur forehead before he gives a shriek and tries to jump kick Jungkook’s butt
  • u cheering him on as suga and hobi take bets on who will win while Jin tries to separate them
  • Rapmon is just ignoring y'all 
  • listening to him rap the cyphers
  • you rapping the cyphers with him
  • him singing you to sleep in that delightfully deep voice of his
  • speaking of his voice sIN TIME HELL YEAH HELL Y E A H
  • i think we are all on the same page with this
  • he’s a loud one in bed
  • i’m talking moaning, groaning, gasps, dirty talk, the whole package.
  • and on the topic of packages: his isn’t small u lucky duck u 
  • he’s a v experimental person so he’ll try anything at least once, maybe twice. Hey, how about a third time? gotta make sure you both really like it
  • he’s INCREDIBLY good with his tongue, just making out with him will have you weak at the knees, can u imagine what else he’s good at with it?
  • sex w Tae wouldn’t be super hot an heavy, i mean, maybe once and a while, like if he jus got back from touring or he’s been away for a while and he NEEDS you, but mostly it’s just super fun, happy sex
  • like the kind where the two of you will accidentally knock heads while you’re in the middle of your business and just stop and laugh for a good 5 minutes until you kiss each other and move on
  • will still tickle u durning sex he won’t care he’ll do it anywhere lol
  • anytime you have sex w Tae, it won’t be the same. every time is VASTLY different, and one-of-a-kind. no two times will ever be the same
  • you dared him to rap cypher while u 2 were at it once and he just started rapping at the top of his lungs while he was taking u from the back u swear u almost broke your nose bc you collapsed face first onto the bed from laughing so hard and to this day u can’t listen to Yoongi’s part without cracking up
  • this boy is so gentle and fun and loving and crazy
  • and he adores u so much like
  • even old people who u dont even know come up 2 u and tell u how cute you 2 are and how in love you look 
  • introducing you to his grandmother
  • she loves you but she demands that u do a better job of keeping him chubby
  • you agree wholeheartedly 
  • Tae gets slightly nervous at how well u and his grandma get along like dont misunderstand him he’s thrilled to bits but like
  • his grandma has BABY PICTURES
  • he adores seeing you interact with his little cousins and his sibling and his parents
  • basically just interacting with his family
  • he’s such a family guy like he said he wanted to have as many kids until he got tired or whatever it was lmao so prepare urself
  • he gets very super excited when you play w little kids and he starts to imagine that they are yours and his kids and he has to stop himself otherwise he’ll cry from joy lol 
  • you guys have 3am talks about your future together and discuss baby names and how many kids and what you think they’ll look like with his ears and your eyes 
  • he goes out and buys u a little animal onesie the next day and ur like ily and i love this but slow ur roll my darling lover boy
  • your and his love is just so pure and beautiful and exciting like no day is like the last and even if you’ve had a bad day and he’s away on tour just hearing his soft deep voice telling you that he believes in you and he loves you to the moon and back a thousand times over to infinity is enough to get you through until he gets back and you can hold him in your arms and bury your head into his chest and just inhale his scent and feel like you’re home
  • i’m in too deep jesus cHRIST SEND HELP 
  • please love him forever and ever

end my existence i feel empty inside now i need to go watch a drama or something i’m in TEARS SOMEONE SEND ME SWEET STUFF LIKE U SEND TO ADMIN KT (shoutout to her for starting this for me as well like damn KT you really help inspire me for these when u start them A+ good job my love)

<3 you! ~Admin Hedgehog

<3 ty bae ^_^ it beautful -KT

anonymous asked:

there is literally nothing i love more than u, ray and ida. like,, everyday when home from the exhausting thing called life, i just go on tumblr to look at all things that you draw tbh. y'all are so taLenTed and so kInd??? wtf dude. bless you


oh my god my sweet child this brought the biggest smile on my FACE. THANK YOU for your support and love and these messages!! It means so much to know that I’m some how part of this group that can bring some cheer to your day.


anonymous asked:

Can I request Tokoyami waking up the next morning with that after sex glow and spending time with his s/o? Or on a similar note, a scenario on the morning after they did 'it' for the first time?

Here you go anon!!! I hope you enjoy it!

(Because this is after he’s had sex, Tokoyami  and the reader are considered 18+ In this scenario)

Being in love is a beautiful thing. Making love even more so. But waking up to find the person you love most asleep next to you after giving yourselves to one another? That had to be the most beautiful thing of all.

This is what Tokoyami was blessed enough to wake up to; you, wrapped in his arms, your face still having that wonderful after-sex glow. The sight took his breath away, and he felt the happiest he’s ever been.

With the sun’s golden rays peeking through the window, you woke up, and you looked at Tokoyami. Both of you stared at each other, completely in love, and completely content. Word’s could not describe the bliss you both felt, knowing a love so rare, so wonderful, was what you both shared. The elation you both felt knowing you were meant for each other, knowing the love you had was real, and pure, and heaven sent, was the most treasured thing you both could feel.

You pressed yourself against Tokoyami’s chest, and in return, Tokoyami pressed his beak against your forehead gently, nuzzling you and causing you to let out a soft chuckle; a sound he cherished hearing since the day he met you.

This was only the first day he got to see you like this; vulnerable and beautiful. His heart soared, knowing he’d get to see you like this more often, and how many more times you’d get to see him the same way, and especially how many more times he’d get to show you how much he loved, how much he adored, and how much he worshipped you.

Love was a beautiful thing, and he thought himself lucky to experience it with a person as beautiful as you.