With your fingers curling against Harrison’s shoulders and your head tilting back against the pillows, you felt his hands move down your ribcage and over your hips until finally wrapping around the back of your thighs to pull your legs tight against his sides. Flashing one of those rare smiles, he dropped his mouth over your neck and began laving a series of warm kisses just above your collar before lifting off to press a slow peck at your mouth, followed by the scrape of his stubble as he pushed closer to swallow you down.

When he finally pulled away to meet your gaze, his face split into a content smile before puffing out a rough, “Hey.”

“Good morning to you too.” You laughed, coiling your arms around his shoulders and drawing him closer before burying your face against the bend in his neck, warm and comforting as you breathed him in.

(X) (~♫♪~)

*Imagine Waking up with Harrison*

(1) Request: A sexy Harrison Wells one-shot/imagine? ❤️

(2) Request: Request- sexy Harry wells one-shot pls xx

(3) Request: Can I request a sexy Harrison Wells imagine? :’) 💖

bringingyaoiback  asked:

If you're still doing drabbles, can you do Piccolo and Nail with 7?

(I love you Ash bless your face. Pretend this takes place somewhere between the Namekians leaving for New Namek and Future Trunks showing up)

7: “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Leave me alone.”

Nail kept his features schooled, even though all he wanted to do was reach out and slap Piccolo upside the head. “Can I be blamed for wanting to know more about the person I was supposed to spend forever fused with? Especially when that person is so intriguing.”

“There’s nothing ‘intriguing’ about me,” Piccolo growled. He hadn’t moved since Nail arrived, sitting crosslegged in the air with his arms folded and his shoulders hunched. His eyes were closed and he’d clearly been trying to meditate until Nail showed up. (It was also clear that he thought he was good at it, but his technique left a lot to be desired.) “Go away if you’re not going to fuse with me again.”

“It’s hardly my fault our fusion failed.” Rather, it wasn’t entirely Nail’s fault, just like it wasn’t entirely Piccolo’s. They weren’t as compatible for fusion as Nail had first thought, that was all. “Being bitter about it isn’t going to help us any.”

Piccolo finally opened his eyes at that. “There’s no us. There has never been an us. There was you, and there was me, and then there was only me, and now you’re here again.”

“Listen.” Nail braced his hands on Piccolo’s knees, leaning forward to stare intently into his eyes. Piccolo recoiled, but didn’t attack him, which Nail took as a victory. “If I’m going to be stuck on this dragon-forsaken rock with no other Namekians besides you and the old man, we’re going to have to learn to get along. And that starts with you clearing something up for me.” Piccolo’s eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. “Like I said, you’re intriguing, Piccolo. According to the boy you’ve attached yourself to, you’re a good, kind person, if a little gruff.” To his surprise, Piccolo purpled and looked away. Interesting. “But when anyone else talks about you…everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

Nail watched as Piccolo’s tongue darted out to lick his lips and oh, that was something he might want to explore later. “It’s…a long story,” Piccolo said, still not looking at Nail.

Nail grabbed Piccolo’s chin and forced him to look him in the eyes again. “I’ve got all day.”

anonymous asked:

ANGRY at that person who yelled at you. ANGRY at that other person who yelled at you. my dude my man my guy you're an inspiration and a hero and you don't deserve any of that, nobody does. Keep being your alex angery self we need you in this troubled world

bless you, bless your face, you’re so kind. i hope you get to meet ur fave celebrity and hug them

moogsly  asked:

Pssst, I'm working on a mod to make Nick into a Gen 3 Synth that looks like Humphrey Bogart, thought you might like to know ;)

HOLY HECK. YESSSS ♥ Bless you and your sweet face. I hope there will be pix, because I use PS4 and cannot use mods (yet).

anonymous asked:

Leonard regretted the words the second they came out of his mouth, watching as Jim's 'oh Bones, you're so funny and Southern' smile made an appearance. He could only watch in horror as Jim leaned back in his chair and hollered clear across the bar, “Hey, Chekov! Bones here thinks you're a minx!” Leonard waved to the bartender and got a refill of his whiskey. James Tiberius Kirk was the worst friend ever and alcohol was the only way he was going to survive this night.

“Oh, god, is he coming over here?” “Yep,” Jim said cheerfully, reaching for Leonard’s tumbler of whiskey, only to get his hand slapped away. “I’m never telling you anything again,” Leonard growled, but really, what else could he do? He couldn’t really tell anyone but your best friend that the youngest member of the crew seemed to be doing his level best to frustrate the hell out of him.

And now Chekov was winding his way through the crowd, long legs easily covering the distance and Leonard was reminded very vividly of all the times the kid had come into sickbay after a run, complaining of pulled muscles and wearing the shortest shorts imaginable. He took a hasty sip of his whiskey, trying to cover his blush. When he looked up, Pavel had his head cocked to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Could you explain, please, keptin? We have minks in Russia, but they are used mainly for coats.” Jim blinked several times, and then his expression cleared. “No, not minx like mink. Like, M-I-N-X. It means that you’re being a tease.” Then Pavel turned to look at Leonard, and he could only brace himself for rejection, ‘cause surely the kid didn’t want an old man like him sniffing around. “I am very sorry, Doctor. I did not mean to give that impression.”

Leonard closed his eyes, trying to summon up an apology when he felt Pavel’s lips against his ear. “I was informed it was only being a tease if you did not intend to follow through.” Then the kid plucked the glass of whiskey from his fingers and took a long, slow sip, before setting it back on the table and turning away. “I’m going back to the ship. You should join me, Doctor.”

Leonard could only stare after him until Jim kicked him hard in the shin. “How the hell did you manage to get married without me? Go, Bones, go!” Leonard stood up quickly, and Jim gave him a thumbs-up as he took off after Pavel. James Tiberius Kirk was officially the best friend ever.