We are sitting on the rooftop staring at the huge crowd passing across the street. Your hands touch my skin after days of craving the feeling of your fingerprints on it and suddenly the blood starts running through my veins again; warm, rapid, electric, alive, just like that huge crowd.
  I spent days wondering if there is a way to make the words “I love you” come out of your lips and slip into my soul. Everytime I kiss you a thousand of my “I love you’s” are locked up on my lips, struggling to find a way to get tangled with your tongue and uncage yours.
  On the bus ride home I recalled the way your hands struggled to bring me closer even if we were already touching each other, the tender melody of your “I missed you”, the way you kept my hair tangled in between your fingers while I was telling you about my day.

They were screaming a thousand “I love you’s”.

Imagine your OTP:

Has this been done before?

Both are each other’s roommates in a fairly small apartment, the apartment was made for one and there was a mix up in the system so they ended up as roommates. In the bedroom they replaced the double bed for bunk beds. As their relationship grew, Person A became more aware of Person B’s nightmares, so when Person B twists and turns at night, Person A goes upside down from their bed, their head slightly popping out, and reaches out for Person B’s hand and strokes it, Person B calms down, smiles and goes back to sleep. When Person B finds out that Person A calmed them down in their sleep, they learned how to wake up to Person A’s touch. So whenever Person A touches their hand, Person B wakes up and pecks Person A on the lips. Soon that became routine, and they never got rid of the bunk beds,since the kisses were somewhat traditional to them. And ever since then, upsidedown kisses became their favourite.

GOT7 Reaction Of You Taking Their Hand


Was waiting for the moment until you actually held his hand. Walking down the block together, and he’s been anticipating it all day. You open your hands, your reach for it, goal!


Smiling from ear to ear. He never thought you would do it yourself so at first he was suprised. He looks at you and smiles and you two continue walking home with him firmly holding your hand.


When you put your hand in his, at first he teases you acting like he doesn’t want to hold hands. Although when he sees that you got upset, he breaks out into a smile and takes your hand. “I’m kidding Y/N.”


This little bean would be so shy as to what happened. As soon as he feels your hand touch his he’ll react very confused for a second, and then he’ll give you an embarassed face, but he never lets go of your hands.




Honestly is shy but won’t admit it. Doesn’t show much emotion towards your action, he just smirks at you. Although you know he’s nervous/shy because of his constant smiling.                                                           


After you take his hand things get silent. Don’t know if he was trying to break the awkward atmosphere, but a few seconds later he breaks the silence with saying something like: “You made my heart numb.”

~Had too much fun making this, Admin Ja

Everyday I hear you telling me how worthless I am. I hear my childhood screams whenever you’re around. I’m always looking over my shoulder and ready to run. Not even a friendly hand can touch me anymore. I’ve wanted it to all just end since 8 years old. I hope you’re happy with yourself

3: Sneak peek

A little thing about mornings and nights, interviews, chokers and fantasies


So that morning, hazy and cold, there was not much said, only your reassuring presence and his exploring hands, touching every inch of your body they could reach, until the nuisance of your clothes stopped him from going any further. It was his way to pay attention to you, covering your body with kisses and touches that made you tremble just by thinking about it, but it had also become a way to distract himself, to calm the butterflies in his tummy every time there was a new challenge, to regain his confidence, to shut his brain. Your body was his remedy, his wonderland, and he could have it all, no words needed.

“I’ll miss it.” You said between the kisses he was now pressing to your lips, bity and demanding now that your fingers had tangled in his hair and were lightly scratching on his scalp, pulling on the single strands of hair that were a bit wet on the nape.

“It’ll grow back.” He assured you, distracted as he had found your pulse point and was now lapping his tongue on it as he prepared to bite it, just slightly, just a little.

“Yeah, but there won’t be much to pull on, will it?” You smiled, giggling as his eyes rose up to look at you and the familiar smirk popped up on his lips, causing a single shiver to run down to the very tip of your curling toes.

“There are other things to do, other things to tell me I’m fucking yeh real good.”

this girl at school has a crush on me n she literally…won’t…leave…me…alone in art n she’s a super rude person to most ppl n it irritates me when she’s really short n rude w my other friends in the class n then turns to me n talks sweet to me n touches me n shit….like….no thanks

anonymous asked:

Could you please do the "I thought you were joking about being a witch" prompt with Jonathan maybe?

Sitting in the middle of Jonathan’s bedroom, you wave your hands around, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips when he gapes up at all the items floating about your room. He looks like a child who just saw Santa, and when he looks back at you, a gleeful giggle escapes your lips.

“I thought you were joking about being a witch.”

Shaking your head, you make everything fly back to its original place, conjuring up a bunch of flowers to place atop his head. “I would never joke about my heritage. You’ve fought faceless monsters, seen a girl who could move things with her mind and had extra powers, and you find this to be surprising? I really thought there was no limit to your imagination, Jonathan Byers.”

He gives you a look, rolling his eyes and leaning forwards, hand touching yours as his other cups your cheek. “I should have known from the beginning. How else could I explain the way you make me feel than magic?”

“That is seriously cheesy as fuck, Jonathan.”

“But it’s true.”

His lips meet yours, making your heart flutter as small stars fall from the ceiling. Perhaps how he made you feel was magic as well.

anonymous asked:

Can you right about the group playing a scandalous game of "never have I ever" preferably from Lucas or Maya's pov. Also can lucaya be a couple please

More of a drabble sorry.


Maya’s POV

We all sit down in a circle. Lucas sits to my right and Riley to my left. She’s sitting opposite Farkle which means they’re giving each other those smiles, and glances. It’s slightly sickening. She’s been pining for him for over a year.

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Chapter 4: Crucifix

“Vince. Vince. Wake up..,” a voice calmly said me. I could hear the sounds of soft and familiar giggling in background. A hand gently touched my face. I was home. The smells, the sights, and sounds. All the same. Back when the world was simple and full of the living. My baby girl and the love of life stood before me as I laid on the couch. A crucifix laid on my bear chest. 

“Wake up…wake up….wake up” they chanted. I realized I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. The chant only grew louder as I struggled to make words. Then the rush of cold reality came rushing in. Literally. In the form of cold droplets of water.

“WAKE UP!” a voice screamed in my ear. I open my eyes and saw I was dreaming. I wasn’t home. No way near it. I was sitting in the rain soaking wet. Still tied up barely alive thanks to old man Roy and his boys.

“About time. I thought I was going have to dispose of your body, boy.” Roy roared with laughter.

“I was having a good ass dream. Now it’s a fucking nightmare with your ugly old mug.” I said coughing up a mixture of rain water and blood. I heard David snickered confirming he hadn’t took his last breath. 

Roy stood by drinking a beer. He downed the whole thing in a couple of gulps and thew the bottle at our heads missing us by a few inches. The bottle hit a rock and shattered. “Don’t ruin my mood…” he slurred grabbing another beer.

“Why? Why you keeping us here?” I asked honestly. We didn’t know the shit was yours.”

“Well that’s too bad. You’re on my land too. How about that?”

“You crazy old hillbilly. This land ani’t solely yours. We got every right to be here.”

“You ungodly city folk don’t belong here….”Roy trailed off. His eyes slowly shut, but then a boy came running into the camp. “Dad. Dad!” he screamed holding one side of his face as blood poured out.

“What the fuck happen to you, boy?” Roy shot up wide-eyed.

“Some crazy bitch cut into my face with a sword!” The boy whimpered. “My eye…" 

"What? Sword?”

They talked for several minutes about a woman with a sword. I watched Roy and his men intensely. They were all drunk with the exception of the boy. Finally the chatter ended with Roy telling the boy to leave any search for her for the morning and him finally falling asleep. One by one they all fell asleep. Even the boy with a huge gauze over one eye. 

That’s when we made our move. Me and David. We seemed to have same the idea as ours eyes focused on the glass fragments of the beer bottle. With a few grunts we slid over to a few bits of the glass. We both grabbed pieces. The glass cut into our hands, but the ropes broke apart with a few cuts. We slowly got up wincing in pain, but adrenaline kicked in. 

We were running through the night before we knew it. A voice called out at us as the camp became a blur behind us. Only when shots rung out did we split up. David ran one way while I went another. I slipped and stumbled through the trees ducking bullets as the sound of gunfire filled the air. Then I felt a searing pain and fell to my knees. A bullet hit my shoulder.

I crawled to a near by fallen tree. I laid behind it hiding as I heard footsteps. I reached in my pocket for the piece of glass hoping it would be enough of a weapon to protect myself. My crucifix came with it. I had forgotten I still had it. I held it in my hand clutching it to my chest. I breathed in and out trying not to pass out from the pain.

“Don’t let me die like this,” I whispered to myself as one of Roy’s men came walking by completely oblivious of my presence. I watched him as he scanned the area. It was only a matter of time he would see me. Either him or the dead. Then a walking corpse slowly glided towards him. He ready his riffle aiming at it. That’s when something switched in me. An instinct. With all my might I lunged forward and stabbed him in the ankle with the shard of glass. He fell screaming in agony. The corpse silent his cries as it hungrily ripped him open. I watched horrified. 

“I’m sorry. I’m…sorry Mya.”

I found my footing and made my way though the maze of trees. I didn’t know where I was going, but I needed help. I felt dizzy and exhausted as my shoulder throbbed.  Blood soaked my shirt. I felt like I was dying. Then without warning my body gave out. I laid in the mud watching everything blur and spin. My crucifix still in my hand. Then I heard a voice. A woman’s voice. 

“Who are you?!" 

I looked up at her. “Are you angel?”

“What????” She said holding something up above her head. Then she looked down taking the crucifix from my hand studying it as she put the object away. I don’t know what happened next. I assumed she grabbed me, because I woke up on a table inside what looked like a pantry or bunker. My shoulder bandaged up and a man’s shirt folded neatly on a crate in front of me.

“Hello?” I called out. I gently lifted myself from the table. No one was here. I was alone. Alone with a room full of food. I learned a hard enough lesson when it came to taking food. The only exit appeared to be via a ladder. I slowly climbed it using my good arm and chin.

When I finally made my way up the ladder I was in a shed staring at a rotten corpse. “Holy fuck! That’s fucking gross.” I thought. I open the shed door to outside. It was morning. The bright sun shinned in my eyes.

“David. Is he OK? Mark going definitely kill me. I gotta get out of here.”

I walked a little further. I heard digging and saw dirt flying. Then I found the source. The girl from the night before. She stood in front of a grave sweating.

I called out to her. “Hey…. hey there. HEY!”

At the instance the shovel came flying towards my face. A flash of white light and ringing in my ears followed. I fell backwards holding my nose. “You crazy b….”

“What you call me?” she shouted staring back at me. She pointed the shovel towards me. “Just because I saved you doesn’t mean you can sneak up on me like that.”

“Who the hell are you anyway?” I angrily asked rubbing my face. “Why the fuck you save me if you’re going hit me with a shovel?”

“Audrey,” she said as she dug in her pocket. She pulled out my crucifix throwing it to me. “That’s why. I’m not the religious type, but…..I just couldn’t.”

“Well the name’s Vince. Despite the shitty greeting, thanks for everything I guess. I gotta go. Nice to meet you.” I said walking away.

“Where the hell are you going? You can’t go. You’re still injured. Wait!!!”

Decision: Stick with Audrey or Find David & Mark?

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No part 2 this time. You’ll find out later what the results of this. A summary of the alternative paths that weren’t chosen will be revealed in the Postmortem series this week. I want to make it look really nice with pics. :P

Previous Chapter: part 1 & part 2

why do people find it romantic when someone touches their significant other’s face while kissing them??

bc i’m just over here like bitch!!! don’t touch me!!! i don’t exfoliate this shit, clean this shit and moisturize this shit for yo dirty hands to touch it!!! this Romantic Ass Moment is gonna be over in a second but the pimple i’m gonna get from ya nasty fingers?? that’s gonna be here for life man, life. my face is a queen, she deserves everything pure and good and 👏 you 👏 can’t 👏 touch 👏 her 👏


just one night is all she asks too feel the touch of her lovers hands across her flesh. Searing heat beneath her clothes, a physical ache only she knows.
His scent…. it lingers in the air intoxicating her senses. His whispered breath, she craves like a moth to a flame enticing her body to give at will.
She hungers for that kiss. The one that leaves her breathless and unhinged.
She asks just this one night,
love me like you care…

@everlasting-beauty-within 💋

anonymous asked:

Yet Haruppi doesn't seem interested at all.

Interested in what? Lol

Haruka is kind of a tsundere so I believe her reactions were totally on-character. From what I’ve studied of body language and from what I’ve been experiencing on my own skin, when while laughing/talking/doing anything you touch the person that’s next to you, it means you kinda like them. Of course, ‘like’ it’s not necessarily in a romantic way, you like them as a person, as a whole. Touching them while you’re doing something else means doing it unconsciously, which means your brain is trying to make the other person understand that you like them and that you’re spending a good time with them. I’m ready to bet she does the same with Murashige, too. The fact that Haruka didn’t do the same exact things doesn’t mean she wasn’t interested. And she didn’t move her arm from Sakura’s touch nor her hand either. Which means it didn’t bother her. Besides↓

These are from the 2014 HKT48 Team KIV announcement and members reshuffle. Do I need to add anything?
Haruka is kind of a loner and she doesn’t establish friendships so easily. However, I believe that if Sakura truly wanted to be her friend, Haruka wouldn’t tell her no. I believe circumstances also brought them both to grow distant from each other. Maybe, in the future, circumistances will bring them closer together again. THERE’S HOPE!!! I’M TELLING YOU, I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!!!

mailtojustice  asked:

"Don't chase the rabbit"

The Dignitary falls quickly into routine–as routine as things can be, in the King Queendom of Derse.  Report to the Archagent, listen to him snarl on about parking tickets and dress codes.  He nods along some days, if he is feeling particularly generous.

Most days, he just drinks his coffee and awaits the actual marching orders.  They are generally given after a little bit of prodding, or when the Archagent is sick of looking at him.

At first, that only took a few minutes.  But as the days melt into months, and those into years, the chats become longer.  Sometimes, though they scarcely have time to admit it, they even look forward to them.

Secretly, that is..  Neither were the sort to say anything aloud.  It just wasn’t in their style.

Of course, when two are scrambling to heatedly kiss, hands touching every inch they can, teeth gnashing in that way they both learned they quite like, in a sequestered away hallway–out of sight, for some goddamn privacy–some things just don’t need to be said.

anonymous asked:

Takes off clothes to itachi and offers body for him. I love u itachi! *brings his hand to touch large breasts *moans for more