take your hand

  • Kise [on the phone]:MIDORIMACCHI, KAIJOU IS IN LOCKDOWN BECAUSE SOME INTRUDER ENTERED THE BUILDING, WHAT DO I DO???
  • Midorima [on the phone]:Listen, Kise, just wait for the police to show up. The worst thing you can do in these situations is take matters into your own hands.
  • Kise:Got it. [hangs up]
  • Kise [to the class]:We’re going to have to take matters into our own hands.

Imagine: When you are hurt. [Chanyeol]

He wouldn’t notice at the beginning something is wrong because you don’t want to tell him in fear of bothering him. But he isn’t stupid, he has seen how your movements have slowed down and there are certain positions that draw a frown on your face. He would question you about it, knowing you won’t say anything, but before you can escape he would grab your waist and lean on you, noticing the pain on your eyes. “Jagi why didn’t you say anything before? Do I have to do this for you to tell me?” 

You know he is angry, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take you to the doctor to have you checked. Probably won’t say a word in the whole ride, but before you get out of the car, he would take your hand and kiss the palm of it. “Jagi, promise me next time you’ll tell me okay? I just… I just hate seeing you in pain, it’s like my own body is in pain too. So promise me, okay?”

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Thick Love

Imagine like (c/n) with kind of curly hair but wavy and thick and he loves when people run their hand through it so when you guys sat lazily on a couch he would put his head on your lap and you know what he wants but ignore him and continue watching tv, laughing to yourself as he groans and shuffles. Finally he takes your hand, holding it in his but soon placing it on his head and moving your fingers with his until you finally start doing yourself making him smile and snuggle into you more and after ten minutes or so you stop and he looks at you confused, “why did you stop?” He tilts his head back so his hair tickles your tummy a little from it riding up. “I don’t know I got bored, you need a girlfriend to do this to you,” you say rolling your eyes and stretching your fingers. “Okay well you be my girlfriend”. He put your hand back on his hair and you were shocked he said that. “Are you serious?” He looked up again, smiling. “Yeah, babe, that has a nice ring to it”. He smiles wide and grabs your hand, rubbing the back of it. You playfully roll your eyes and kiss his forehead before playing with hair once again.

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#NowPlaying Down By The River by Buddy Miles

Lyrics
, ooh…

Be on my side
I’ll be your side, baby
There is no reason
For you to hide

It’s so hard for me
Staying here all alone
When you could be
Taking me for a ride

Ooh, sha la la, the weather
She could drag me over the rainbow
And send me away

Down by the river
I shot my baby

You take my hand
I’ll take your hand, babe
Together, we’ll get away

This much sadness
Is too much sorrow
It’s impossible for me to stay
Yeah, yeah

Ooh, sha la la, the weather
She could drag me over the rainbow
And send me away

Down by the river
I shot my baby

Down by the river
Be on my side
I’ll be on your side, baby
There is no reason to hide

It’s so hard for me
To stand here all alone
When you could be
Taking me for a ride

Ooh, sha la la, the weather
She could drag me over the rainbow
And send me away

Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river
I shot my baby

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I’d take you to the beach and keep you safe by my side. I’ll take your hand, hold it tight, and walk with you up to the shore’s far end. We’ll watch the stars while we dip our feet into the cold ocean water, then get lost in each othere’s gaze, not caring about the rest of the world.

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“i liked your writing!”

no. no. i don’t write for you to simply like it.

i write for you to be that starry-eyed six-year-old again, throat full of moonlight, wishing on dandelions because you know dreams always come true. i write for you to remember how it felt the first time you fell in love, seventeen and wide-eyed, your heart tender in your mouth and your hands clasped like earthquakes against your thighs.

i write to rip out your lungs. i write to steal your breath away until your chest aches and you know what longing tastes like seized between your teeth. i write to pick apart the stitches in your heart and remind you that bleeding is okay—maybe it’s not beautiful like the poets would have you believe but it’s testament that you are alive, and isn’t that glorious enough?

i write to make you drown. then, i take your hand and teach you how to swim.


— A TRANSLATION FOR “THANK YOU” | prose series #3 | inkmagician

We are all good at talking and talking and talking some more. But what if you don’t like the sound of my laughter, the way I eat spaghetti like my life depends on finishing them without breathing or the way I look in the morning, all puffy eyes, dark circles and crazy hair? What if you can’t stand when I am bored out of my mind and annoying, what if you don’t know what to do when I wanna crawl into a ball and listen to sad music while emptying my heart on the bed sheets? And what if you don’t get why I read so much and you just want my attention instead? What if you don’t find my witty remarks funny or you hate how I always need to be reassured that yes you still want me. What if you don’t like me being clingy and constantly hugging you and kissing you and taking your hands in mine then putting them on my body?
What if you don’t like me in real life?
What if?