#((the feels))

[demandezglassjoe]

Fanfic Prompt

((Character A comforts Character B as they wait for the inevitable, fatal approach of GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG))

[despairinghxpe-archive]

“My words are a matter of pride.” [mute verse though! >u>]

⦓義務⦔–––

Itachi goes silent. The gestures Sasuke used are something that he’s only seen a few times. Determined. And he nods, “I understand,” He says, his fingers signing back as he speaks. It’s only fair for him to sign back--for that’s what Sasuke has to do.

“It was my fault,” Itachi reminds him, “It wasn’t yours.” It’s something that he’s adamant about, something that he reminds Sasuke of all too often. Something to ease the burden and the guilt from his shoulders because it squarely belongs onto Itachi’s. 

He won’t let Sasuke feel guilty for his actions.

“That’s why I’m here now. So your words can be a matter of pride and so you can recover yourself.” He would do anything to make him better. Anything.

@silenceindefeat

[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

❛ It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this. ❜

        Helga did not know what to say to that. Did this hurt him so much? Of course it did. Of course it would. George was the sort of man who surviving could do more damage than good.

        She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as if that gesture might help to dull the pain he felt. Her forehead rested against his chest, blue eyes staring at the fabric of his shirt as they sought for an answer of how to fix this.

        But there was none. 

        “You do not deserve this pain,” she said, voice soft. 

[borntophantome-blog]

"Out there, they'll revile you as a monster."

...monster?

But why?

...

"Why do you say this? You don't know me...."

She did her best not to let the hurt show. She was a bastarf child... Many said as such once they found out her true conception, but never a monster. It hurt worse than any other thing she'd been called.

[bluefushimisaru]

Kissed

Send kissed! and my character will react to receiving this type of kiss from yours… (some NSFW apply!)

33. slow kiss

It was simply a moment he thought they would never get to but ever since they reconciled and were able to tell each other things they’ve slowly but surely got a lot more closer. Saruhiko felt his heart race in his chest the second he felt Misaki’s lips against his own. He lets his arms wrap around Misaki’s waist as he pulls him closer and deeper into the kiss. Their lips connected sweetly, slowly,  perfectly and passionately. Saruhiko couldn’t be anything more than happy in this loving moment. If this is what it’s like to be in love with your best friend then he wouldn’t mind showing his emotions more to the idiot he calls his soulmate. 

[magmamisaki]

...Fuck it. 💍

Send 💍 to get a glimpse of what married life between our muses would be like

“Can I have some daddy?” Their five-year-old son asked, peering at two wine glasses and a bottle of Rum and Pop at the coffee table where his father sat. It was nearly his son’s bedtime and the streets had died down. After a long day, his parents were preparing for two hours of relaxation. Sitting on the sofa and waiting for his wife to finish her shower, Cole told him he could try when he was older. The young boy groaned.

Emerging from the bathroom, Misaki went to the living room. Hoping she could outmatch her husband, their son asked for some alcohol again. Again no. She took him to his room. Tonight was her turn to tuck him in.

After she read him a bedtime story and gave him a good night kiss, his eyelids grew heavy. Observing him drift into dormancy, Misaki felt like she had the most adorable son in the world. With a Phanpy plushie laying beside him, he was left to rest in the comfort of his own room. 

When she returned to the living room, she sat next to Cole, pouring some Rum and Pop into their glasses.

“I thought I told you not to bring it up in front of him.” His wife chided. Former grunts, both parents were responsible drinkers. This was the first night their child questioned his father about their drinks. Cole vowed in his flat yet honest tone, not to bring out alcohol before his bedtime. Despite the stale tone, Misaki loved him. Gruff as he was, he felt the same way. Years after Team Magma disbanded, she fulfilled her desire to become a wife and mother. 

When he apologized, she giggled and cuddled beside him. A hand reached for and picked up the glass. Resting her head on his shoulder, she felt his arm around her. As she took a sip, he asked if she still thought about “him.” Displaying little to no surprise, she lifted her glass away from her lips and turned to him. Genuinely smiling at him, she replied.

“No. He’s nothing but a faint memory.” With that said, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. A moment of bliss flooded the room. Cole didn’t need to worry about his wife’s feelings because she got over “him” years ago.

[sugahsweetscourge-archive-blog]

((Oh my god))