when he touches her head ;A;

anonymous asked:

So this is from another blog but its so cute I need to now! They get home and find a huge pillow fort in the living room and right inside of it, their lovers are asleep, wearing only one of their shirts, because she was waiting for them to come home!

Shu: He would smirk when he finds his lover in one of his shirts, he sits close to her and leans his head on her shoulder and falls asleep.

Reiji: At first we would be mad that his lover would build this but it goes away when he sees her asleep in one of his shirts, he whispered in her ear to wake her up and wonders why he didn’t let her wear his shirts in the beginning.

Laito: He would smirk as he sees her in one of his shirts, he found it very sexy and starts to touch her until she wakes up.

Ayato: He would be proud of his lover to build something like this, he smirked as he saw her in one of his shirts asleep but he wakes her up and he wants to build a better one with her ans she has to stay in his shirt while doing so.

Kanato: He is actually happy that she built something like this, he smiled as he saw her asleep and in one of his shirts. He went closer to her and held her, asking Teddy what they should do.

Subaru: He is very surprised and confused as to why his lover build this, he blushes when he finds her in one of his shirts asleep, he goes to wake her up but because she looks peaceful he decided not to and instead he holds her close while blushing.

gwenstacy322 asked:

"How'd you get this?"

Dean had been on a hunt with Gwen while Sam stayed at the bunker, he was feeling more than a little under the weather and Gwen had been able to convince him to stay behind. They were pretty sure it was all cleared up and they could head back in the morning. Gwen went on a food run so Dean took a shower.

When he got out he padded into the hotel room and pulled on some boxers and jeans. Just as he buttoned them Gwen came in. It wasn’t a big deal to him, his back was to her anyway. But, as he reached for a t-shirt he felt a warm finger trace a scar on his lower back.

He didn’t flinch away from the touch, just tensed a little. But, once he realized it was Gwen he relaxed. “Shapeshifter,” he said, not looking back at her. “I was fourteen, it cut pretty deep.” He told her.

It wasn’t Dean’s only scar but it was definitely one of his most noticeable ones. He hated it, made him fee like no matter how dead the thing was it had still one-upped him.


His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass.

He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you.

Somewhere in the back of Clary’s mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn’t know why. He’s your brother. He’s your brother, and he’s always taken care of you. [x]


Braiden shook his head. “Because I can tell you’re not. You’re not that quiet if you’re touching yourself, babe.” He smirked. “But then again I can’t tell, right?”

"How can you be so sure?  Maybe it’s just when you’re touching me that I’m loud." she responded confidently, catching her phone between her ear and her shoulder to take off her skirt.  "You can never be too confident, Brai."


anonymous asked:

imagine bucky giving excellent hugs

There was a time, a lifetime ago, when hugs were cruel reminders of how frail and gaunt Steve was as he wheezed in Bucky’s warm embrace.

Months later, the pointy ribs and the crooked vertebrae are no more. In their place, there is a torso too wide to be held properly.

Weapons don’t crave for the human touch.

Weapons are let. The Asset spends most of the fifties receiving orders in Russian. The space programme is costly. Brainwashing sessions are scheduled more sporadically. The Black Widow stands tall in the middle of the room, mission briefings on the floor. The Asset walks behind her, wraps his flesh arm around her waist and drops his head on the nape of her neck. He sinks his teeth in her shoulder-pads when she is too focussed on memorising the targets’ faces to acknowledge his nuzzling. She never quite returns his hugs, but she leans in them and it feels good.

Weapons don’t feel.

There is the bridge, and the pain, and the dive.

Steve fits just right, now.

The last time Bucky hugged Sam, he gave him a couple of bruised ribs, but Sam still wraps his hand around the nape of Bucky’s neck, pulls him closer and whispers him things that makes everything better.

Nat still doesn’t quite hug him back, but she doesn’t part either and for them it means the world.

Clint doesn’t hug. Except when it’s four in the morning and the water sucking noise of the coffee machine covers his muffled sobs in Bucky’s arms.

And then, there’s Bruce. They hug - sometimes to keep the memories of their countless victims away, mostly to remember they are not damaged beyond repair. They talk about doing good and being good. When they are in each other’s arms, it even sounds like it could be true.    


Charlie & Miles | 2.20

"You’re okay, I gotcha."

50th Anniversary of The Sound Of Music

Andrews and Plummer sat next to each other at the center of the long table, their backs to the room. He ordered wine—his serious drinking days are over, he’d told me earlier. Andrews ordered her usual, a Ketel One martini, straight up, with olives.

When Plummer and Andrews spoke, they leaned close to each other, their heads almost touching. Gradually, people at other tables started noticing them, shifting forward to see if they could believe their eyes. After all, the last time most of us saw the two of them together, they were climbing over that mountain to freedom.

And 50 years later, damn if they weren’t right here. Safe. And still a family.

and your eyes looked like coming home

Because all the recent spoiler pictures (especially this latest one) own my soul. *screams internally*

She’s missed these moments. Missed the solid sureness of his hand on her waist, his breath on her neck, the way he sighs when she nudges her nose into the warm, soft spot just between his collarbones. She turns to rest her head against his cheekbone as he tucks her closer to his side, and she splays her hand over the opening of his vest. 

She’s missed this— feeling his heartbeat under her fingers, the way it used to stutter at the point of contact but now it seems to slow as he leans into her touch and presses his lips just under the seam of her hat. She’d missed the warmth of his skin during cold nights in the bug, when she’d lull herself to sleep with the thoughts of how, if he were there, he’d be twisted into some ridiculous position to maneuver his long legs onto the dashboard. He would have reached for her in his sleep, and woken with a crick in his neck and a sore back and a sleep-ridden, sheepish grin.

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everythingundertherainbow516 asked:

Fenhawke with children. Specifically want to know Fenris's reaction because I always imagined him and children is similar to me and children. "Ew, what is that thing?" "That's a baby, Steph." Nah. He'd be less dramatic about it. Probably.

Fenris stood over the sleeping baby, half-scowling at the infant. The thing was so tiny and fragile: he could hardly believe that he had once been so vulnerable. Fenris frowned when the child—his daughter— gurgled in her sleep, curling up in the blankets. She’d end up strangling herself if she kept moving like that. He reached out to fix it but stopped short. His hands had been coated in blood too many times for him to count. Touching the child: he would taint her. 

"You still haven’t held her yet?" Hawke rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she shuffled up behind him. She took one of his hands and rested her head on his shoulder. 

Fenris kissed her forehead and threaded their fingers together. “No. Net yet.” 

"She won’t break if you touch her, Fenris." 

"Are you certain of that?" 


He glanced to her and his brow furrowed. “I am not so convinced.” His lips twitched in a smile when she kissed his cheek again. “You should return to bed. I’ll be there shortly.” He squeezed her hand when she frowned and kissed her properly. 

"All right," she gave in with a sigh. He watched as she trudged back towards their room before returning his gaze to their child. He paused, his movements slow and measured as he lowered a hand into the crib. He traced the outline of the girl’s face with a single fingertip before brushing his knuckles along the white tufts of hair on her head. "Sleep well, little one." 

I have a feeling that Lexa is gonna die and Clarke is gonna have her head in her lap with blood covered hands and that’s how Bellamy sees her. With tears in her eyes, a body on her lap and she’s completely shaking because it’s all too much. Bellamy touches Clarke’s shoulder when he gets near her and she flinches about to pull out her knife until she sees him and completely sinks into his touch. “She died for me.” She croaks and Bellamy sighs, sitting down on the ground beside her and closes Lexa’s eyes as he says, “Your fight is over.” And Clarke rests her head on his shoulder and starts crying and he throws his hand over her shoulder and pulls her a little closer and rubs his thumb over her shoulder as she cries. “Everything I touch dies.” She says and he shakes his head. “Not me.”

birthday wishes

bellarke week: day 05 ~~~ surprise party au

rated: t

future fic: it’s Clarke’s birthday, which she hasn’t mentioned to anyone. She just wants to spend it with her secret boyfriend. It’d be a pity if something ruined that, wouldn’t it?

(oh yeah, this is definitely loosely based on this scene)

(ao3) : (other days)

She’s lying with her head on Bellamy’s bare chest, striving for her breath, when the laugh bubbles out of her.

He unfolds one arm out from behind his head and run his palm down her spine, creating goosebumps with his warm touch against her cooling skin. “What’s so funny?” he murmurs, but in a content, sleepy way that tells her he’s not overly concerned about her answer.

Sighing happily, she props her chin on her folded hands and looks up at his face. His eyes are closed, although he’s tiled his head her way, and dark curls are sticking to his forehead, wet with the sweat they’ve just worked up.

"It’s my birthday," she says, smiling a little as his eyes pop open and he props himself up a bit to stare at her in shock.

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 3: Your favourite filmed kiss

"Thank you, Molly Hooper," he said in a low voice before he took her head in his hands and lowered his mouth to hers.

Her eyes widened when his Cupid’s bow lips touched her thin and unkissable ones. Is he kissing me? Holy shit, he’s kissing me! She did not wait another moment before she wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him back.

But it only took a few more moments before he pulled away and chuckled at her frustrated groan. (x)

el-nel asked:

AU-Neji hears Tenten scream from another room in their house, when he rushes to see whats wrong Tenten is fine but she complains that she can't see her feet anymore because she is pregnant and Neji comforts her, it sounded better in my head but meh:/

There was no words to explain the feeling of pure horror and terror Neji felt when he heard the piercing shriek. Tenten was in trouble. Tenten was in trouble.

He jolted off the coach and bolted towards the source of the sounds. It had come from the bedroom. His feet barely touched the ground as he sprinted down his hallways. Meanwhile his mind raced - how could an intruder have entered without him noticing? How many were there? How would he protect Tenten in such limited space if she was injured?

He burst into the room, kunai drawn and chakra pulsing killing intent.

Instead of enemy shinobi, Neji was faced with one, severely distraught and heavily pregnant wife.

Upon his arrival, Tenten glanced up. Her brown eyes were welled with tears. “Neji!”

"Are you alright Tenten?" Neji pocketed the kunai in a smooth motion. "What’s wrong babe?"

Tenten’s lips quivered. “I-I can’t see my feet anymore!” She looked on the verge of bursting into tears. 


"I can’t see my feet anymore!" Tenten repeated mournfully, "This stupid belly is in the way!"

Neji moved forward so he stood beside his wife and pressed a hand to her rounded stomach, “This ‘stupid belly’ holds our child Tenten.” he murmured gently. 

"I know. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just - I can’t even see my feet anymore!” Tenten’s eyes watered again.

"You may not see your feet now but soon you will be able to see the feet of our child. Soon you will be able to touch those feet, tickle those feet. Soon you will hear those feet run across our house floors. It will all be worth it Tenten."

"Easy for you to say," Tenten grumbled, "you’re not the one carrying this baby around!"

"Indeed." Neji agreed, "And I am forever grateful to you for doing so."

Tenten sighed, “I guess it isn’t so bad. Maybe I overreacted a little bit.”

Neji kissed the top of Tenten’s head and said reassuringly, “Just a little.”

Imagine being unable to stand Future!Cas flirting with other women...

(Requested by anonymous!)

You were standing in the corner watching the action in the center of the room, arms folded across your chest, jaw clenched, teeth grinding. You were internally screaming at Dean for sending you in here when he must have known what was going on; that Cas was having his daily ‘gathering’. This mostly consisted of him sitting on the floor and word vomiting vague cosmic crap about finding nirvana and spiritual health, all while being eyed hungrily by the women who were regulars.

Cas stood and paced around the outer circle, gently touching the shoulders of a red head under the pretense of helping her to adjust her meditation posture. You felt a jealous, angry heat rising in your chest and head and your stomach churched. You suddenly felt nauseous. Your hands clenched, digging your fingernails into your palms.

He suddenly looked up and finally seemed to realize that you were there, standing in the corner, eyes piercing straight through him. You didn’t know, as he plastered a grin onto his face, a toothy smile you had seen so many times, elicited only by you, but Cas had just felt a profound tug in his gut as he noticed you, and he couldn’t manage to dismiss it this time. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies, I believe we have to cut today’s session short.” The women made disappointed protests but stood and filed out, each of them hungrily eyeing Cas as they passed and bidding him goodbye in sickly sweet tones.

Your stomach gave another lurch. When silence finally settled, Cas approached you, his heart pounding faster than he was willing to admit. “Something I can help you with?” he asked.

You glared at him for a few seconds, thinking how strange it was to see this bizarre future version of Cas, so changed, and yet his blue eyes were still certainly his, pulling on you, drawing you in just like they always had, and his smile still struck you straight in the heart.. “What the hell was that? You’re some kind of spiritual guru now?”

Cas looked at you a little smugly. “And?”

You choked down an angry retort, one you couldn’t deny was born completely out of jealousy and anger that you were using to shield yourself from how much this was hurting you to watch and experience. “And nothing,” you said. “I just don’t understand what the hell happened to you,” you said. “I think it’s time we have a real talk.”

(Stayed tuned for a full length Future!Cas series, coming soon!)

In case you have been worried that Captain Swan is being written as all physical and not given enough emotional development, here are 2 lists for you:

Things we have seen CS do:

  • Hand holding to reassure one another
  • Hugging after being separated
  • Comforting embraces when the other is upset
  • Risking their lives for one another
  • Emma crying and saying she can’t lose Hook
  • Going on a date - and Emma asked
  • Hook bonding with Henry - Emma encouraging it
  • Tearful goodbyes
  • Hook’s voicemail saying he wanted to be a better man for Emma
  • Emma leaning her head on Hook’s shoulder
  • Emma holding his damn heart in her hand like it was a precious treasure
  • Emma lovingly touching Hook’s face (basically every scene after the date)

Things we have NOT seen CS do:

  • Fucking

I think that pretty much sums it up . And that is just in S4 after they got together.


Don turned the corner and saw Nina waiting outside his apartment. A little ball of excitement formed inside his chest when she turned her head and looked at him. He quickened his pace, eager to get to her. 



They just stood there, awkwardly, a few seconds. He wanted to kiss her, hug her, touch her in some way. He could tell from her expression and tone that she was still upset, but he took it at as good sign that she was here, at least. 

"I didn’t think I’d see you today" he started as he searched the bottom of his backpack for his keys. "I haven’t heard from you in awhile."

"I think we need to talk. Don’t you?"

"Sure, okay. You could have waited for me inside though. It’s cold out here" he replied as he opened the door. 

they will grow

what will I do for affection
when my little girl grows
and moves away

without her incidental touch
- like right now as we watch cartoons
she rests her head on my shoulder
and throws her leg absently over mine -
I will be colder without her

who will I talk to
when my boy is gone away
and is a man

without his insight
- like earlier this morning
as we discussed dinosaurs in the bible
he said God created evolution -
I will miss the bouncing of ideas

will they still check in
will they remember these connections
will they need me like I need them