('s arm)

Remember after Victor told Yuuri he was not planning on retiring, he told him he’ll stay by his side, as both a competitor and his coach…

Then Yuuri starts crying, and we get a quick shot of the whole rink.

AND JUST LOOK AT THIS, THEY ARE HUGGING AGAIN, never noticed…

Which means, either Yuuri ot Victor initiated the hug. Maybe Victor after seeing the other boy cry, had the need to embrace him, while Yuuri just wanted to hold onto Victor a little bit longer. Imagine just how long they both stayed in each other’s arms, without a care in the world.

Shaggy kicking Scooby over a jungle chasm?

Nothin’ too odd there, that’s explainable enough.

Eyeless Daphne’s arm turning into a twig for a frame?

…no explanation. Not even a guess.

Some things are better off left unknown.

concept: magnus and alec waking up beside each other at magnus’ loft, sun streaming through the windows. alec blinking his eyes open against the pull of sleep with a small smile on his face as he realizes where he is. the camera zooms out and there’s magnus, arm wrapped around alec’s middle, face bare of makeup and hair down. magnus presses a kiss to the curve of alec’s jaw and whispers, “good morning, my love.”

and all this happens with i get to love you by ruelle playing in the background

anonymous asked:

That was so cute and perfect

Thank you! I really did want to write this whole chapter in Adrien’s point of view.

Adrien: IS THAT MARINETTE IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE
Adrien: I JUST MADE A JOKE ABOUT BEING NAKED PLEASE KILL ME
Adrien: MARINETTE IS IN. MY. HOUSE.
Adrien: MARINETTE IS JUDGING MY WAY OF LIFE
Adrien: *in the shower* MUST NOT THINK ABOUT MARINETTE IN MY BEDROOM WITH RIBBONS WRAPPED AROUND HER LEGS
Adrien: PLAGG LIKES HER F*CK YEAH
Adrien: ARE WE HAVING A MOMENT?!?!?!?!!?
Adrien: DAMN IT FATHER
Adrien: SHE’S HOLDING MY ARM OK DON’T MESS THIS UP #AGRESTIVE
Adrien: WHY DOES SHE LIKE THIS MOVIE
Adrien: LADYBUG H E L P

He just didn’t stand a chance.

yoongi, cotton candy, and kisses

☇ short drabble

genre: so much fluff i physically cringed and screamed while writing it

pairing: yoongi // you

word count: 589

warnings: none

Summary: in which yoongi satisfies your cravings for cotton candy 

You find yourself staring at his hair again. For like the tenth time.

“Babe, I know I’m attractive, but can you stop staring? It’s distracting.” Yoongi glances at you again. He is currently working on his music, but can’t concentrate due to the fact that your eyes are boring holes into the side of his head.

“It looks like cotton candy,” you say, crossing your arms. “It’s making me hungry.”

Yoongi looks at you weirdly.

“The hell?”

“Your hair,” you continue on, tilting your head. “Green cotton candy. It looks so fluffy.”  Yoongi sighs, flicking his pen onto his desk before turning around in his chair to face you.

“You want to eat my hair?” he asks. He’s gotten used to your random thoughts. You make a face.

“No, but now I want cotton candy. And we could’ve gone to the fair with Namjoon and Hoseok and gotten cotton candy if someone didn’t procrastinate and end up having to do his work today.” You glare at Yoongi, pouting. He is silent for a moment, and looks deep in thought. He nods.

“Alright.”

You blink, confused.

“What?”

You watch as Yoongi stands up, before walking towards to where you are sitting on the bed. It’s only then you realize his expression.

An intense, indiscernible look in his eyes.

A smirk.

He’s biting his lips.

Shit. You know what’s coming.

Slowly, you back away from Yoongi, sliding across the bed, only to be met with the wall.

Soon, Yoongi has you cornered. Your back is pressed against the wall, and your arms are circled around your midriff in vain, trying to protect yourself from what’s coming next.

“Please don’t.” you almost beg.

“Too late,” he replies. And then his arms circle around your waist and he starts tickling you.

“Yoongi, stop!” You shriek batting his arms away while Yoongi laughs. This was the side of Yoongi that you especially loved. Playful, sweet as sugar Yoongi. Moments with him were always filled with joy.

Soon, both of you are lying on the bed. His arms are circled loosely around your waist with your hands on top of his, and you can feel his heartbeat through your back. He sighs, and you feel his soft breath on your forehead.

“Hey babe?” He whispers.

“Hm?” You answer, absentmindedly rubbing circles on his hands.

“You know what I was thinking when you were on the bed with you back against the wall?”

“God Yoongi, that sounds so-”

“I know I know. But do you want to know?” You shift so you are facing him. Reaching your hand up, you gently move his bangs out of his eyes before tracing his brow bone and down to his cheeks and then lips. All the while, you feel his eyes on your face, eyes with such tenderness, such adoration.

“What were you thinking?” You breathe out, meeting his eyes, eyes that were as dark as the galaxy.

“How badly I wanted to kiss you.”

And then he flips you so your back is pushed against the bed and suddenly his lips are on yours and he’s kissing you, mouth warm and soft and taking your breath away. Your hands find their way behind his neck and through his soft hair while his hands are caressing your cheek, cradling you as if you were something so fragile, so precious.

Too soon, he pulls away. He stares down at you, and then his lips quirk up into a smirk.

“Now that satisfies your hunger for cotton candy, doesn’t it?”

Yoongi!”

mellarkablegirl  asked:

Hello! Are you planning on extending the Come on Baby, Light my Fire series? (P.S Its amazing) If yes then here's a new word prompt you could use : Malapert - Clever in manners of speech

You thought I forgot about this, didn’t you @mellarkablegirl? SURPRISE! It’s Firefighter Friday!!!


Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality


Come On Baby, Light My Fire: Part 10 - Malapert

Does it count as a first date if you wake in the person’s arms?

We lounge in bed, drifting between awake and asleep, Peeta’s fingertips skating over my legs and hips, etching cool patterns or maybe words into my skin. It’s such a luxury to wile away the hours this way. We get up to eat, but it isn’t until early afternoon that we’re both awake and willing enough to actually go on our hiking date.

I dress in cotton pants and a t-shirt, tugging on a hooded sweatshirt for warmth. Peeta leaves me for a few minutes to dress in his apartment and returns garbed much the way I am, his black backpack slung over one shoulder.

It doesn’t feel like a first date as I drive us out of town, since Peeta apparently doesn’t own a car, preferring to walk or use public transportation to get around the city. We talk and laugh, the windows down and the crisp fall air making a tangled mess of flyaways even though I braided my hair. I tell him about the time my father and I got ourselves chased up a tree by a black bear when we plucked berries from a bush he’d apparently already laid claim to. And as I park in one of the lots at the trailhead near Lake Panem, I realize that I’ve never been this comfortable on a first date before.

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anonymous asked:

pls more romantic soft macdennis i love the Funny Bad Men i need more

  • mac takes dennis to the rainbow for dennis’s 40th birthday, and even though they’re probably the oldest couple there, for once dennis doesn’t care, lost in the pulsing music, flashing lights, and mac’s all-consuming warmth. it’s one of his best birthdays.
  • mac has tried to show dennis how to properly peel apples on multiple occasions. each time, he starts by giving dennis what he thinks is the best demonstration possible - he’s pressed against the other man’s back, arms reaching around him so he can gently grasp dennis’s wrists as he guides him through each step. it always ends the same way: dennis tossing aside the fruit and backing mac into the nearest available surface.
  • dennis would do virtually anything for mac if the request is followed by “den”
  • mac wears his glasses around the apartment more often, ever since noticing the way dennis fixates on him when he does, mouth hanging slightly agape and a faint blush coloring his cheeks.
  • when it’s just the two of them left alone to close up paddy’s for the night, one of them (it’s almost always dennis) puts a song on the jukebox (”you’re the inspiration” is a favorite of both of theirs), and they sway gently to the beat, with no one there to interrupt them when they inevitably come together, joining hands and lips.

So I finally went into my list of bookmarks and tried to find the fave fics i’ve read so far.. and i think this is it :)) Please read the tags and stay safe!! Enjoy x

Autumn Leaves by suspendrs (28k)

“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn’t mean to fall in love with him.

Mute by TroubledPro (123k)

How is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words?
Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words.
Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words.
Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically.
Harry was classed as an abnormal child; mentally and physically.
Louis could speak.
Harry could not.
Harry had progressive mutism.
Louis did not.

Escapade by dolce_piccante (146k)

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. 

He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

As You Are by zarah5 (139k)

AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.

The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn’t get the big deal—not until he’s faced with this season’s judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.

And down the long and silent street by whimsicule (86k)

The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.

Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis’ past finally catches up with him.

With All My Heart, And More by littlelady (32k)

“A young John Doe, probably in his mid-twenties. He was found out on the street, lying in the snow completely beaten up, covered in blood. Internal bleeding, collapsed lung, the bones in his leg completely shattered, sprained wrist, dislocated shoulder, severe concussion, cut and bruised all over. He had more broken ribs than whole.”

“Is he in the ICU? Room 405?”

“Is he one of yours?”

“Yeah, looks like it.”

When Harry is left to die after having gotten abused and seriously injured by his ex-boyfriend, he is brought into the hospital where Louis works as a nurse. Louis instantly feels the need to take care of him, maybe a bit more than he usually does with his other patients. But only because Harry survived the abuse, it doesn’t mean that they are out of the woods yet. They still have a long and hard journey ahead of them filled with cries, fear and pain, but also with joy, laughter and lots of love.

domestic monsters series by g_uttertrash (234k)  

(this is the summary of chapter 1: come on, jump out at me)

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…)

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 (209k)

Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by theboyfriendstagram (84k)

Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.

OR  

A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

we’re still going, eight in the morning by nooelgallagher & yoursongonmyheart (32k)

Harry washes his hands quickly before grabbing his phone. His screen lights up to 3 notifications.

DJTommo is now following you!

@DJTommo mentioned you in a tweet!

Direct Message from @DJTommo!

Harry yelps, throwing his phone to Niall who just barely catches it.

Niall looks down at the phone, seeing first the tweet, then the DM. He tosses the phone back to Harry, who nearly drops it. “What are ya doing, mate! Answer him!”

Harry thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. This is his chance to actually talk to Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson messaged him directly. He can say anything he wants. He begins typing, his fingers shaky.

Niall comes over to stand next to Harry and peers down, looking to see what he wrote. When he does, he lets out a groan.

…Or, the one where Harry owns a bakery, Louis is a radio DJ, and Niall and Liam roll their eyes at their incessant flirting.

hold onto you stars by vashtaneradas (16k)

au; harry’s in the army, louis’ back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

anonymous asked:

I want you to know that I had a crumpled up post it note and there was no trashcan nearby. I almost just dropped it on the ground, but then a thought, man criminals!Obito would be angry. So I held onto it till there was a bin.

xD Eco terrorist Obito approves! And in congratulations, have a snippet from the next part of the criminals ‘verse. ^-^


“Out! Get out!” the guard barks, shoving at them with the muzzle of his gun. “I don’t have time to waste with you rats. Out of the truck. Don’t make me come in there and get you!”

As they stumble out into the cold winter sunlight, Nagato grips Konan’s arm so hard he’s absolutely certain he’s leaving bruises, and it’s the only thing that keeps him on his feet as his legs cramp. He bites back a cry, frozen muscles and unused limbs not ready for motion, and Konan has to wrap an arm around his waist to propel him towards the corner of the compound the guard shoves them at.

“It’s all right,” Konan breathes as they press against the wall, barely moving her lips, because between the two of them she’s always been the braver. “I won’t let them separate us.”

She’s said it before—at the orphanage, with Hanzō, in the darkness of the ship that took them away and in the chill of the covered truck that brought them here. It makes Nagato wish, desperately and fruitlessly, that Yahiko was on his other side, the way he always used to be, bold and bright and incredibly brave. He’d be shouting abuse at their captors, taking a stand, the way he did when Hanzō caught them. Ever since the very beginning, it’s been the three of them—cool, calm Konan, cheerful, charming Yahiko, and Nagato in between them, dull and fearful and far too prone to tears.

Those at least have dried up these last few hellish weeks. The first week Nagato had thought he’d never stop crying, from fear, from grief, from helplessness. Now, though—now he feels as if he couldn’t cry even if he wanted to. Everything has withered, leaving only this barren sort of angry terror, directionless, expansive.

Konan’s fingers latch around his wrist, gripping back, and Nagato forces himself to breathe.

From behind the guard, another man laughs. He’s tall and lean, with skin that almost has a touch of green to it, and his hair is dark. Nagato doesn’t need more than a quick glance from beneath his lashes to pick out gold at his collar and cuffs, platinum around his wrist—money, then, clearly.

After Hanzō, after what happened to their town, Nagato doesn’t think he’ll ever manage to look at men like that without thinking them monsters lying in wait.

The man’s smile does nothing to calm his fears. “Fresh meat?” he asks, grinning like it’s a fantastic joke. A step to the side so he can see past the guard, and strange golden eyes catch Nagato’s own, full of something he can’t read and doesn’t want to. When he flinches back, the man just laughs. “Oh, they’re fresh indeed.”

One of the looming men who forced them into the truck at the docks makes a derisive sound, and it’s only with effort that Nagato doesn’t flinch from that, too. “They were offered to the boss free of charge, but he can’t sell them. What’s the point?”

Konan’s fingers are like manacles around his wrist, but Nagato knows they’re far more to hold herself back than to hold him. Konan knows he won’t run into a fight, while Nagato knows Konan will.

Yahiko would be the one leading the charge, if he were here, but he’s not.

He’ll never be anywhere ever again.

“Can’t sell them alive,” a woman’s voice says, absently, mildly amused. In a doorway, the shadows stir, and a tall, auburn-haired woman in a short dress saunters out, seemingly unaware of the mountain chill that’s already making Nagato’s teeth chatter. She casts him and Konan a lazily assessing look, closer to bored than anything, and then turns a sly smile on the man. “Do you know what livers and kidneys go for on the black market, Mr. Gardener? Hearts? Lungs? It’s just a matter of knowing the right people.” Stepping close to him, she traces her fingers down the buttons of his shirt, casting a look up at him through her lashes. “Though I suppose you know all about that, if you’re here.”

The dark-haired man laughs even as he grabs her hand and pushes it away. “You’re slavering up the wrong tree, my dear Fūka,” he says, on the edge of cruel mocking, and glances back over his shoulder at the shadow following him. “Tobi, did you bring my briefcases like I asked?”

A sour expression crosses Fūka’s face, and she pulls away with a scoff. “Really? You brought your little pet with you? How tacky.”

Gardener grins, sharp-edged and wicked, and he ignores her completely as he turns to address the smaller figure Nagato hadn’t even noticed before. “Give that one to me and wait here. I can’t stand your lurking.”

“Yes, sir,” the dark-haired boy chirps, bobbing his head and coming to a sharp halt in front of Nagato. Younger even than he and Konan are, Nagato judges with a touch of horror, probably not even seventeen yet. One side of his face is wrapped with bandages, leaving only his dark right eye bare, and his left eye is covered with a patch. A long-sleeved shirt can’t quite hide the angry red scars on his right arm and his hand, wrapped around the handle of a second briefcase he hangs on to while the wealthy man takes the other from him.

Angel Fallen for a Renegade

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3208

Warnings: cursing, smut, Dom!Dean x Sub!Reader, a little fluff, use of kinky sex toy (dont want to ruin the build up), orgasm denial, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, getting dirty in Baby, it’s just smut yall, pure, unadulterated SMUT!

A/N: This is the third part to my Vegas trilogy! I have no plans of continuing this series any further! A huge thanks as always goes to @avasmommy224 for being my beta and her amazing reactions after she read it (i was worried it was too much)

Inspiration for this fic came from this song, used some of the lyrics as well ;) no copyright infringement intended!!

Read What Happens In Vegas and The One After Vegas first! 

Originally posted by life-of-a-plaidchester

The next morning you were surprised to find Dean’s arms still wrapped tight around your body. You gently lifted the arm draped across your waist, only causing him to tighten his hold. He shuffled around on his side of the bed before trailing soft kisses down the back of your neck. “Dean, I really need to get up.” you giggled when the stubble from his jaw grazed over a sensitive spot on your neck.

“I’m really surprised you’re still here. I thought you’d be gone like you were last time. What changed?” His kisses suddenly stopped and his grip loosened before moving away from you completely. You turned around and faced him, splaying your fingers over the muscles in his stomach.

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“I was so worried. Where did you go?”

“I’m sorry I ran out and you had to miss your outing, Mom.”

“I’m just glad you are okay. Did you see Darren?”

Dustin nodded as Darren knocked lightly on the door and entered the house.

“Thank you for going to look for him Darren.”

Darren looked over at Dustin who didn’t seem surprised he followed him home.

“Anytime you need help you can call me, Brandi.”

“I’m going to go to bed.” Dustin interjected.

Brandi nodded, and stroked Dustin’s arm as if to make sure he was real and still standing next to her.

“I…I’m sorry I worried you Mom.”

Brandi nodded again, not trusting her voice.

no but do you ever think that Will falls asleep on Mike’s arm while watching a movie together

and Mike’s arm is all tingly and numb and he wants to move it so damn badly because it’s so uncomfortable

but then he just looks over at Will, fast asleep and peaceful for the first time in ages, still smelling like peppermint toothpaste and his pajamas having the faintest hint of cigarette smoke from Joyce’s smoking habit, his hair falling slightly in his eyes, his chest rising and falling gently with the waves of sleep, and Mike can’t do it. He can’t move, because why would he ever risk disturbing such a beautiful sight as this?

so he turns a bit and hugs Will to his chest very carefully, and it’s a win-win for them both. Mike, because his arm is no longer asleep as badly and he gets to hold Will, and Will doesn’t suffer any nightmares that night for the first time in /months/.

anonymous asked:

Louis sleeping in their bed alone, because Harry was away, and Harry coming home in the middle of the night and going straight to their bed. He's wearing his Randy's Donuts hoodie and although he has been in a plane for hours, he still smells soft like home. That's what wakes Louis up. Harry tries to sush him and he strokes his back to ease him back to sleep, but Louis wants a kiss first. They don't talk. Harry just gives his hoodie to Louis and then they fall asleep in each other's arms.

aaaah:(