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Taehyung’s bf vibes
Visiting a museum together
Walk around the city
Day out with him and Jimin
Pizza night
Ice cream dates
Late night conversations
Him laughing non stop with you
Taking your dog for a walk
Enjoying a sunny day in the park
Credit: main idea @you-re-making-me-mad
Awwwwwwww
Tummy Kisses....
Beautiful KiriBaku tickle pic 🥺
@rittoh
aaaah this is too cute!
You have to see this anime called Inko Colors. This is so cute and I’m gonna die and I need subtitles or a dub or something please bring this to the US!
Karlach and Tav call it 'tail catch' - Tav is very fast (she's a champion at red hands/slapsies), but Karlach is persistent.
They also like to play chase and tag and tussle:
(They're both jocks, they can't help it.)
(new!) domestic sakusa strikes again!
a/n: im so in love with the idea of kiyoomi meeting ur friends!! and them all getting along!! a short drabble, roughly 600 words. this takes place in the early stages of the relationship :')
An apartment full of five drunk girls is much louder than what Kiyoomi expected, but at least he knows he’s got the right address.
Three raps on the door activate a chorus of shrieks, and a flurry of footsteps rush for the door.
It swings open with a loud smack.
It’s your friend, the one from college with the dyed hair and smiley piercing. Kiyoomi rushes to introduce himself as your boyfriend, bowing lowly as a sign of respect to one of your closest friends. He recognises her from the pictures on your Instagram.
On the way up, he realizes she left, having opened the door and ran off to do god knows what. He blinks.
Should he… come in? Is that allowed? He’s still bent at a 45 degree angle.
He figures it’s fine, and steps inside.
Rounding the corner, he almost laughs when he sees you, crisscrossed on the living room rug, scarfing down a large McDonald’s fry like it’s your first meal in months. He sees where your friend ran off to, having joined the rest of you all in a gossiping ring. He pretends like he can’t see up your mini skirt.
“Hi.” He grins, boyish and cute and a little bit shy. His hair is still damp from his nightly shower, wet curls bouncing in his face making him look a few years younger. He clears his throat and waves awkwardly, “I’m Kiyoomi. It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for taking care of–”
“Ki!” You cheer, eyes lit up in excitement. You pat the spot next to you with three heavy smacks, “What are you doing here? Come sit!”
Looking to your friend for permission to further enter her home, he kicks off his shoes and settles next to you on the rug. He kisses your forehead in greeting. You feed him a fry as thanks. Your friends coo at the interaction.
“I’m here to take you home.” He wipes a glob of ketchup from your chin. You’re gonna hear all about this tomorrow. “Ready to go?”
“Can’t I finish my food first?” You haven’t been able to stop giggling since he got here. You’re genuinely so fucking happy to see him. His Naruto themed socks make you giggle harder.
“Of course.” He confirms, adjusting the throw blanket to cover your toes, “Tell me about your night.”
“Oh my god!” Your other friend squeals, smacking the arm of the girl to her left. She’s the one that works in accounting, he thinks. You two get brunch every other Sunday, if he’s remembering correctly. “Tell him about the fucking bartender!”
All five of you double over in laughter, screaming half-finished sentences and pointing fingers at one another. Kiyoomi shakes his head in amusement, does he even want to know?
You all continue trading off stories and perspectives, and Kiyoomi feels like he’s watching a reality television show. Your nights out are much more exciting than his. At one point your friend complains about the low water pressure in her kitchen sink, to which Kiyoomi helpfully offers to replace it.
Kiyoomi’s never felt more important, giving a mini-lesson on how to change a water filter to five drunk girls. You all cheer when he flicks the tap on, the full pressure having been returned to the faucet.
When all’s said and done, you help clean up the food containers and blankets.
“Thank you,” you whisper, fluffing a couch pillow, “For helping her. You didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s no problem,” He whispers back, looking around, “Will they be okay by themselves?”
“Oh yeah,” You confirm, “We do this all the time. I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning so we can all get breakfast together.”
He hums in confirmation, “Ready to go then?”
“Yes.” You smile deviously, “But only if you carry me.”
Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, scooping up the heels you had tossed on the floor, “Fine. Only if I get to come to breakfast, too.”
kiyoomi is one of the girlies 💅💅💅
I was doing push ups when Kosmo had the bright idea to climb on my back. This is because when he was a puppy he would do this, back on the space whale.
Surprisingly, I was able to hold him up for a few seconds before laying on the ground. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to actually do push ups with him on my back anymore. He’s too heavy, but it’s a nice thought.
-Keith
The team realise Hotch and Garcia are together when she comes to present a case to them and she’s wearing a yellow dress- which isn’t unusual- but he’s wearing a yellow tie- which is unusual- and then everyone realises it’s because they’re coordinating their outfits in a small way because it’s cute and reminds them of the other
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this 100% has been done before but who cares! Michael loves his son
ben hardy x reader
prompt: “Walk out that door and we’re through” & “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
(note- this is one of my FAV things i’ve ever written honestly. it turned out a little more fluffy than angsty but i am SO happy with the way it turned out)
“Ben, will you shut up for one second. You’re not even listening to me. I wasn’t trying to start a fight. I was just trying to tell you how I feel.” You threw your bag and coat down on the couch, and Ben slammed the door behind you.
“Not trying to start a fight? That’s bold of you say. I hadn’t seen you in a weeks and the first thing you say to me when I walk in the door is ‘How’re those models you were off taking pictures with?’” Ben scoffed and rolled his eyes. When he was angry, he was the loud and in your face type. Wanted you to really know how he felt. And boy, he was letting you know how he felt now.
“Listen, I didn’t want to say anything but I was really hurt. You were surrounded with gorgeous girls while I wasn’t around, how would you feel if I did that?”
“Well I wouldn’t make a bloody fuss about it like you do. It’s not my fault they were sitting near me and they took a photograph. If you were famous you would understand.” He placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. He looked at the floor, trying to take deep breaths and calm down.
“You know, every fucking time we fight you always bring up the fact that I’m not famous and how it’s such a big deal. Like, if you wanna date someone famous literally NO ONE is stopping you, Ben.”
“Well maybe my life would be a bit easier because a person who understand paparazzi wouldn’t be up in arms about me being photographed with some random girls.” You sat down on the couch and took a second to think. You felt our eyes get hot and your cheeks flushed, you knew you were going to start crying. You looked away so Ben wouldn’t see you wiping tears away.
“Oh, cmon are you really crying? You started this and now you want to sit here and cry because you thought I’d sit and take you berating me about my life in the public eye.”
“Berating you? I just told you I was upset! You’re completely over reacting.”
You both sat in silence for a minute, but you could hear Ben breathing loudly and trying to calm himself down. Although you were pissed, you couldn’t stop thinking about how attractive he was when he was angry. And, how much you really did love him. You hated fighting, but you were so hurt that if you didn’t bring this up it would just sit on your chest, weighing you down from the inside out.
“Listen, Ben, I think I’m gonna go. Take a walk or drive or something. Maybe we just need to not be near each other right and calm down so we can have an adult conversation and not bicker like children.” You picked up your things and started heading towards the door. Ben let out a laugh and turned to face you, with an extremely pissed off look on his face.
“Walk our that door right now (Y/N) and we’re through. I swear to God.” He shook his head and let out a frustrated laugh.
“Bullshit. I call bullshit. You’re not dumping me.”
“You think I won’t? Wanna walk out that door right now and see what happens?” At this point he was inches from your face. You could see sweat on his forehead and a bit of spit on his lip from screaming.
“You’re not gonna break up with me, Ben. And you wanna know how I know that?” You tilted your head and raised your brow at him, giving him a sarcastic tone which only made him more angry.
“Oh how’s that?”
“Because you wanna marry me. Uh huh, I know. Joe slipped up and told me you had him help you pick out a ring.” You pursed your lips at Ben, thinking ‘Hah, what are you gonna do now, Benny boy?’ You felt pretty proud of yourself for throwing that out, because Ben usually had the upper hand in fights with quick wit and insults.
Ben stood there, just staring at the ground. He was completely shocked. Didn’t know what to say.
“Well? Yell, scream, say something.” You tried to get him to look at you, but he just kept staring at the ground.
He started to shake his head and mumbled “I’m gonna fucking kill Joe.”
You started to laugh, but Ben did not think it was funny. He ran quickly to your bedroom and you followed him.
“What are you doing? Can we talk about this?” He was frantically searching through the closet, not even hearing what you’re saying.
“Ah!” He yelled, and threw a suitcase down on the bed, excited that he finally found what he was looking for.
“What are you leaving or something? I think it’s really immature that you’re just gonna pack up and leave and not even talk about -“ you stopped talking when you saw Ben get down on one knee, holding a tiny blue felt box in his hands.
“I’m not leaving, you twat, I’m proposing.”
“What…. you’re…. what?” You were at a loss for words. He opened the small box to reveal a gorgeous, pear-cut diamond ring. You gasped.
“I’m proposing. I had a whole beautiful evening planned, at your favorite restaurant, with wine and candles and everything. I rented a fucking limo. I had a photographer. I was gonna have Brian and Rog sing Love Of My Life. So guess what, you wanna spoil all that? Now you have to deal with a proposal in our messy bedroom while I’m wearing sweatpants and haven’t washed my hair in four days. Hah!” He smiled, looking quite pleased with himself. But all you could look at was the ring. Ben Hardy wanted to marry you. Marry you. Nothing else in the world mattered. No restaurant, limo, song or anything could make this moment any better.
You bent to your knees to be at his level, and cupped his hands in your face. “Ben, I do not care about any of that. You want to marry me. And I want to marry you.”
“Wait… you really don’t care that I’m not doing something fancy for the proposal?”
“You could ask me to marry you at a garbage dump. I don’t care about that. I just wanna be your wife.” You started tearing up and gave Ben a long kiss. When you finally backed away, you saw Ben had tears in his eyes, too.
He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger. You smiled as you admired the beauty.
“I love you so much. I’m sorry I got angry and accidentally proposed to you,” Ben said, between tears and laughs.
“I’m sorry I got angry and accepted your proposal.” You both started laughing and he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your waist and and nuzzling his head into your neck.
“I’m still gonna kill Joe,” he murmured, and kissed your cheek.
“I have always been receiving energy from JHope.”
02/09/19 Jungkook’s Tweet
흥얼거림 3
[TRANS]
Humming 3
🎶 After I eat this, I’m going to leave a pic, everyone please leave a pic too oh yeahh🎶
May we interest you in some drabble of how the 3 Seasons boys each hold your hand? 👉👈
Written for warmups as vanade jumps back into outlining Briar's route! Text versions included as image descriptions on each picture, and included below the cut.
Holding your hand: Yuto Edition
Yuto reaches for your hand with hesitance—even now that you're together—as if he's afraid to let himself touch you... Afraid his cool skin might make you flinch away instinctively. He knows you don't mind, but it's a tough habit to break. You find it cute though, how his pinky finger interlocks with yours in quiet silence, wordlessly seeking your consent. You don't need to look at him to know his gaze is averted, the tips of his ears flushed a soft pink, peaking out from his long white hair. You slip your hand into his, intertwining your fingers with a gentle squeeze. He returns your gesture with a firmer grip, the way you'd hold on to something precious you dare not lose.
Holding your hand: Sol Edition
Sol's hand finds yours with such natural confidence. His palm is rough from constant time spent outdoors, and his lightly calloused thumb runs over the back of your hand unconsciously even as he chatters at you about something irrelevant. He tugs you along like an excited kid, his grip sometimes loosening in his excitement to show you things. Every now and then though, something he sees or says will remind him of you—you catch the glint of affection in his eyes as he squeezes your hand, a silent gesture of gratitude that you're with him.
Holding your hand: Rye Edition
Rye's fingers intertwine with yours slowly, assuredly. He enjoys this act and display of intimacy: the symbolism of your bond through physical touch. He doesn't hesitate in the slightest... if anything, his slow and deliberate gesture loudly signals his confidence and his love of romantic actions. It's his own way of communicating to you the thrill and happiness that being in love with you has given him… the ability to shower affection on his own special someone.
baby hanscom helps uncle richie ask a very important question…
“I’m gonna ask Uncle Eddie to marry me.”
Rose beamed in delight, leaping into her uncle Richie’s arms and almost shoving her ice cream in his face, “yay! Can I help, please can I help?”
“You know what, kid, that’s not a bad idea,” Richie transferred the child to his shoulders, leading them out of the park and back towards his flat, “the thing is, I told uncle Eddie a little bit of a lie. He thinks I’m going on tour tomorrow…”
“Ooooh. You’re gonna surprise him,” Rose declared happily, smearing her sticky hands over his face, “he’ll like that, uncle Richie.”
“That’s what I thought. And this is where you come in, kid.”
Richie ran through his plan with his niece, making sure she understood everything that was going to happen. He’d informed Bev and Ben, asking if Rose could stay with Eddie for the night. It was going to be perfect. Eddie got in late from work and was disappointed to see Richie had already left for his tour. He paid the babysitter and greeted Rose with a warm hug.
“Uncle Eddie?” She said, during their intense marathon of cartoons. He hummed in acknowledgement, staring at his phone and wondering why Richie hadn’t contacted him yet, “do you miss uncle Richie when he’s away?”
“It’s quieter,” Eddie admitted with a small smile. He put down his phone and rubbed his eyes, “I miss him. I miss him so much. But what can I do?”
"You can go outside,” Rose said with a grin, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the back door. Curious, Eddie followed and gasped at the sight of their garden.
His very much in-person boyfriend, Richie, was surrounded by candles and grinning smugly. Teary-eyed, Eddie glanced down at Rose who had now removed her jumper and was wearing a t-shirt that read ‘will you marry my uncle?’ She held the small ring box in her hand and dutifully handed it over, her own grin growing as Eddie began to cry.
Barely a moment later, he wrenched the back door open and ran towards Richie, throwing his arms around his neck. Both of them were crying now and Rose skipped over to them and tugged on Richie’s jacket, careful to avoid the flickering candles.
“Put the ring on, uncle Richie!”
“Oh, yeah,” he took the box from Eddie and popped the lid, sinking to one knee, “so, what do you say, Eds? Wanna be Mr. Trashmouth?”
“More than I’ve wanted anything, Rich,” Eddie watched as his fiance slid the ring onto his finger, bending to press a tender kiss to his lips. Rose clapped excitedly and leapt between them, hugging them both.
"Can I still be a bridesmaid even if there’s no bride?”
