but really look at his face

hair pulling w/ tom

this was randomly inboxed to me, anonymously and in several parts

  • Tom is definitely weak for having his hair played with
  • like sat on the sofa after a hard day and he’s sorta slouched down and your arm is across the back of the sofa and you don’t even realise that your fingers are gently running through his hair
  • but he definitely is and he’s so content he’s almost falling asleep, and it’s just so soothing and his hair is so soft and I am w e a k…

  • sometimes you’ll be lying on the bed facing each other almost a hands width apart and it’s dark except for the moonlight coming through the window and you’re whispering softly
  • and your fingers trace over his cheek and neck and then slide into his hair, gently twisting the short strands at the base of his neck and
  • he hums low in his throat and his eyes slide close and he looks so soft and you really wanna kiss him but you’re not sure if you’re there yet…

  • ooohhh… The first time you do kiss it’s hesitant because you’ve been friends for so long
  • you both feel that this is much more than just friendship but you were both comfortable with how things were that neither of you felt the need to change anything 
  • but after that first kiss you both look at each other and it’s like something snapped and kinda lunge at each other
  • the kiss is kinda desperate and his hands grip you tight and your fingers curl into his hair and you tug and he moans low in his throat omg

  • that’s when you realize his thing for having his hair played with (or tugged) and you pretty much exploit it 
  • to be fucking honest he doesn’t mind much and it doesn’t take long for you to realize YOU have a thing for playing with his hair
  • honestly most of the time it’s absentminded but you’re pretty much obsessed with his hair
  • you get all pouty when he cuts it for Chaos Walking until you realize that the shorter strands make tugging on it more forceful
  • and holy shit how hot would his moans be?
  • honestly I’m so weak for Tom and his hair and holy shit I love him. 
self control (part 2) - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader

part one

Warnings: inner conflict i guess??

Summary: You’re finding it harder and harder to resist Steve.

A/N: Part two ya’ll! I’m pretty proud of how this turned out. I know it’s A LOT shorter than part one but I think I like it like this. I appreciate everyone’s feedback and support - I love hearing from you guys! :D Keep telling me what you guys like or don’t like, I love it. 

Not my gif, credit to the owner


Originally posted by frayclary

Monday morning rolled around and you were still all torn up.

Steve had really screwed everything up, and despite the fact he called to apologize, you were still angry. You were angry at him for not controlling his temper, you were angry at Tommy for being such a jackass, but mostly you were angry at yourself for letting your guard down. You knew better than to let Steve in, to fall for him. Yet here you were, having spent the entire weekend thinking about him, and you felt like someone had ripped your whole body in half.

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80srichie  asked:

im up for some sporty eddie headcanons there anna

  • alright so eddie is really fucking fast okay? 
  • hes like regina george in the sense where he can get all his frustration out in a sport and he picks soccer
  • it also helps him because his mother keeps calling him delicate and weak, but playing soccer makes him feel really fucking powerful honestly. he’s almost glad his mother never goes to his games
  • but the losers sure the fuck do
  • they paint their faces and bring posters to every game. it’s usually the same poster every game but beverly and richie make a new one each time
  • bill is the one who makes up the cheers and starts them
  • stan takes a lot of pictures during the game to show eddie afterwards
  • mike is also part of the team and he knows how awesome eddie is and he kicks the ball to him more than half the time
  • ben gets super fucking into it too. he knows all the cheers and the losers are surprised when he sometimes goes all the way out and joining richie on trash talking the other team. richie is LIVING
  • eddie acts annoyed with the losers but their encouragement really gets him in the mood, and he loves them so much
  • one time he was tripped and he fell, and he looked up and saw the other losers fall dramatically on the bleachers and his face went so red he had to cover his face because his friends are MORONS

anonymous asked:

Could we perhaps get some more cute were-lance fluff? I absolutely loved the petting! Or perhaps angst? Maybe lance gets stuck in one form or the other and the team try’s to comfort him?

Here you go! I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

Usually Lance could control when and where he wanted to transform but like the cliched werewolves in fairy tales, he would transform during a full moon. As soon as he could feel the change stirring in his bones, he notified his team. What he didn’t expect was Allura telling him that the moon and sun on this planet worked on seven-day cycles and that he was going to be trapped in his wolf form for the next seven days.

“Why did we stop here?” He wailed with panic. Allura tried to calm him fruitlessly. He helplessly paced around the bridge of the ship as he watched the sun begin to set behind the planet’s clouds. He nervously started chewing on his fingernails.

“Can’t you shift before the moon rises?” Pidge asked curiously coming to stand by his side. He didn’t stop biting his fingers as he swiveled his head to face her. He shook his head before looking back out of the Castle’s screen.

“No, I lose the ability to shift on my own as soon as the sun starts setting before a full moon,” he explained. She only nodded and gently patted his back in sympathy.

“Is there anything we should be worried about before you shift?” Shiro asked joining the two of them. Lance thought for a moment before he turned to face his leader.

“Whatever you do don’t touch me while I’m transforming, I’ll be in a lot of pain because it’s forced and I probably won’t realize where I am until after,” he stated, looking into Shiro’s eyes to make sure he understood the gravity of the situation. He gulped but nodded in understanding. Lance turned to the rest of them, waiting for their acceptance as well.

“What’s going to happen?” Keith asked. He crossed his arms and stood beside Shiro and regarded Lance with slightly worried eyes.

“I’ll probably be disoriented for a little bit, and I might not be able to stand or walk for a bit afterward,” he said with a wince, remembering all the forced transformations he had over the course of his life.

“Don’t worry though, I’ll be good after about an hour,” he said trying to lighten the mood of the others.

“I don’t like this,” Hunk said simply coming up to rest his arm around Lance’s shoulders. Lance sighed and leaned his head to rest it on Hunk’s chest.

“I don’t either but it’s a part of my life,” he replied with a huff.

“Perhaps we should move somewhere more comfortable?” Coran suggested gaining the attention of the paladins. They looked to Lance, who was busy watching as dusk steadily crept closer. He nodded and started towards the doors. He’s done this dozens of times, how bad could it possibly be?


It’s bad.

How could he have forgotten how horrible it really was?

He writhed on the floor of the lounge, clawing at his chest, and arms. Anywhere he could reach. He felt blistering hot and freezing cold at the same time. Tears trekked down his face in agony and broken whimpers and wails escaped his mouth.

“Are you sure we can’t do anything?” Pidge asked tears in her eyes as she watched her brother squirm on the ground in pain.

“You heard him, he said not to touch him,” Keith grunted back. He wanted to look away from the scene but felt compelled to watch in case something happened to Lance. Shiro put his hand in her hair to offer her some sort of comfort, while the other went to Hunk’s shoulder who was already quietly weeping.

They winced when they heard the sounds of bones snapping and clothes tearing. They watched fascinated as Lance’s features changed in front of their eyes and fur quickly grew out of his skin. It was only a few minutes later that Lance stopped twitching and laid still in front of their eyes.

“Lance?” Shiro asked cautiously. He inched a bit closer and paused when Lance opened an eye to stare up at him. Shiro slowly crouched on one knee in front of him. Lance’s ear twitched and he carefully staggered up on all fours, eyes never leaving his leader. He put one trembling leg out in an attempt to make it to Shiro but as soon as he put weight on the limb he crashed to the ground with a sad yelp.

“Lance!” Shiro exclaimed lunging forward. He lifted his head and placed it on his lap and stroked Lance’s head and ears back. Lance’s ears perked up and his tail started to thump behind him. Everyone let out a huge sigh of relief and moved forward to collapse around Lance. He looked around excited as everyone put their hands on his fur and started scratching and petting. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Keith didn’t think that he would be spending much time with Lance this week, not when he wouldn’t be able to communicate with him very well. He expected for them to laze around in the Castle all week as they waited for the sun to come back up. What he didn’t expect was for Lance to grab his jacket sleeve in his teeth and begin pulling him to the hangers.

“Augh Lance, what the heck?” he growled tugging his sleeve away from the canine’s mouth. He didn’t give him the chance to grab it again and instead obediently started following him. He led him to Red’s hanger and gestured with his head to Keith’s speeder. He looked at him with a quirked brow and confused shrug. Lance huffed and grabbed his sleeve again, dragging him closer to the speeder and laid his hand over the seat of it. He looked up at Lance and noticed him looking at the speeder exit instead.

“You want to go outside?” He asked hesitantly. Lance barked and wagged his tail, turning his body to face the large door. Keith gave Lance one last look before he smirked and revved the engine. He sped forward, the hanger door opening automatically for the speeder. He started falling to the planet’s floor and cursed at himself. How could he forget how far up the fall from the Castle was? He worriedly looked around for Lance and his mouth dropped open when he found him right beside the speeder, calmly letting the wind flow through his fur. With a cloud of dirt they landed on the ground, Keith immediately fell off the speeder in his haste to check on Lance.

“Lance! Are you okay!?” He cried, not yet able to see through the cloud of dirt. He gasped and stepped back when a tongue wet his cheek. He looked to his left and saw the werewolf sitting, perfectly unharmed. He gave a short bark and got to his feet and faced the plains that stretched as far as they could see. Lance started trotting around Keith and the speeder, ears cocked and tail wagging.

“What? Do you want to race or something?” Keith asked looking across the horizon. The moonlight shone brightly on the surface, making everything visible from the plains to the woods he could just barely make out from this distance. Lance stopped pacing and looked at Keith as he asked the question. He stood straighter in realization.

“Wait, do you actually?” He asked for clarification. Lance barked excited and hopped around the red paladin. He chuckled and climbed back onto the speeder, once again revving the engine.

“I hope you’re ready to lose,” Keith smirked. Lance snorted and puffed his chest out. Keith let out a loud cheer as they shot forward, kicking up dust behind them.

They didn’t let up until hours later when a worried Shiro radioed to Keith speeder. They returned exhausted and Lance slumped to the ground as soon as they made it back inside. He grinned fondly and crouched near the ground and scratched behind Lance’s ears.

“You’re pretty damn fast, Lance,” he admitted. Lance’s tail thumped the ground and he let out a happy whine. He leant forward and licked a stripe straight up the side of Keith’s face. Keith sputtered and fell back, wiping his face with his forearm. Lance rolled onto his side and watched Keith with wide sparkly blue eyes.

“You’re lucky that you’re adorable like this,” he grumbled standing up and heading to his quarters. Lance barked in farewell and decided to fall asleep where he was laying. That was the beauty of being an animal after all.

Hunk wasn’t going to lie. He was drained. Emotionally and mentally drained. The worry over Lance’s situation was being less and less important. Lance seemed to be coping fine and the only one really worrying about anymore was Hunk. He knew that Lance would probably be fine by the time this week was done but he could help but worry about his best friend. He wasn’t the most concerned with his health most of the time. He tended to care more about his friends over himself. He was glad that he was able to spend most of the day with Keith yesterday, maybe they would be able to get along easier after this week was up.

He laid back on the lounge's couch. Since they were stranded here for a week and they were down a paladin, they decided that they would take this week to relax and rest up. He wanted to cook but he couldn’t find the motivation to. He honestly just wanted to go to sleep and wake up when the week was over.

“Hmm, Lance?” He asked when the brown werewolf suddenly bounded in and jumped onto the couch beside him. Lance looked at him, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He pushed his head into Hunk’s chest and laid down on his legs. Hunk smiled widely and pulled his hands through the soft fur.

“What’s up bud?” He asked even though he knew that Lance couldn’t respond. Lance gave him a happy little whine, completed with a wagging tail and pushed his head harder against Hunk’s chest, making the paladin topple over across the couch. Hunk went to sit up again when Lance plopped himself overtop of him with his head lying on his chest.

“Dude, you know I can’t resist those eyes,” he complained when Lance looked down his snout at him. Hunk smoothed back Lance’s ears once and groaned when Lance licked the tip of his chin.

“How can you be so cute? You’re a werewolf,” he stated scrunching Lance’s face up. Lance’s face somehow went blank, as if to say ‘I’m always cute,’

Hunk rolled his eyes with a fond grin and gently began stroking Lance’s ears back again. He watched as the blue eyes slowly closed and he began making quiet snores. He wiggled around slightly to try and get more comfortable, trying hard not to disturb the sleeping canine on his lap. He finally understood what cat owners must feel when their pets lay on them.

Pidge kept to herself the days that Lance stayed with Keith and Hunk. She took the time from the team to try and improve various programs in Green and the Castle. It wasn’t really a surprise to her when Lance finally wandered to her corner of the hanger. She gave him a single glance before turning back to her computer. She thought that he would just curl up behind her like he usually did. He slightly choked when he grabbed the back of her collar and flung her up in the air.

“QUIZNACK!” She screamed. She landed with a thump and felt familiar brown fur under her hands. She peeked open her eyes and saw a smirking wolf look back at her. She gave him an unimpressed glare in return and crossed her arms.

“What the heck are you doing Lance?” she asked moodily. Lance ignored her and took a few experimental steps around the hanger. She sighed but decided to humour him. He walked towards the door and stepped out into the hallway.

“Lance, I need to get back to work,” she huffed making a move to slide off his back. With that, Lance bounded forward causing Pidge to twist her hands into his fur. She gave a shriek and tightly held on to his neck. He sprinted up the hallways, taking sharp unexpected turns making Pidge’s head spin.

“I’m going to kill you, Lance,” she hissed into his ear. He didn’t give any indication that he heard her, save from the suddenly drooping ears. She pouted wanting to be mad but sighed and pet his neck, even as they were still flying through the hallways. They passed the other residents of the Castle, barely missing them by a hair. She gave an excited whoop every time they passed someone. By the time the two of them got back to the hanger; Lance was panting and flopped to the floor and Pidge’s hair was pushed back and a large smile was splitting her face.

“Lance! That was awesome!” She said excitedly. Lance shuffled over to her and laid down with his head in her lap. She giggled and indulged the teen, happily scratching him on the top of his head.

“We gotta do that again!”

Shiro would admit it.

He was jealous.

He was jealous that Keith, Hunk, and Pidge had gotten to spend so much time with Lance. He pouted as he carefully brushed Kaltenecker, he promised Lance that he would take care of her while he was indisposed. He leaned down to put the brush back into the galvanized bucket and yelled when he was suddenly flying over the bucket and onto his back in the grass. He stared up with wide eyes and let out muffled cries when Lance flopped his front legs and chest over Shiro’s face.

He yelped when Shiro grabbed around his chest and rolled him onto the grass. He hopped up and leaned forward on his front legs, tail wagging in the air. There was a split second of hesitation before Shiro jumped up and started chasing him around Kaltenecker’s pen. They playfully circled each other and when passed the bucket, Lance grabbed the brush Shiro was using before. He trotted up to him and dropped the brush at his feet.

“No way,” he grinned looked down at the brush at his feet. He picked it up and watched Lance’s eyes follow it as he waved it in front of him. With a grunt, he threw it as far as he could. Without further ado, Lance broke into a run after it. Shiro let a wide smile come across his face as Lance practically pranced back to him with the brush clamped in his jaws. Every time Lance back the brush Shiro would obediently throw it again until Lance dropped the brush and instead flopped onto his side in front of Shiro.

“You’re gonna kill me one day Lance,” he commented immediately dropping to his knees to pet Lance. Lance yipped and squirmed on the ground to rest his snout on Shiro’s knee. Shiro bit his fist in order to stop the strangled squeal that wanted to escape his throat.

“Hashtag blessed,” he whispered into the meat of his knuckle. Lance groaned and happily wagged his tail at the attention he was receiving from his friend. This time with Lance may have had him miss Koko more but at least he wasn’t feeling jealous anymore.

Honestly, Allura didn’t think that Lance would go to her for any sort of werewolf bonding time since Altea never had any myths of the creatures like Earth did. So he didn’t have to reassure her of anything. However, she was curious about what it would be like to look through his eyes. So when he wandered into the kitchen, where she was getting a late lunch she took the opportunity to circle him with inquisitive eyes. He quirked his head in confusion and kept his eyes locked on her form.

“Hm, I wonder,” she hummed putting her finger to her chin. She kept her eyes on Lance’s form as she started shifting down closer to his level. She saw the blue eyes widen in shock as her form started morphing. As she finished her transformation, she shook the now white and brown fur that covered her body. She grinned as she looked over her body, not noticing any problems with her form. She looked over at Lance and laughed at his wide open mouth and staring eyes.

“Are you alright Lance?” She asked. He shook his head and excited bounded over to her.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” he barked. She jolted in shock but let the grin widen.

“Lance, I can understand you,” she said excitedly. She felt her tail wagging and saw Lance’s was doing the same.

“Oh man, I’m so glad I finally get to talk to someone,” he said with a relieved sigh.

“Now, then,” Allura said seriously. Lance looked at her, the tone of her voice setting off alarm bells in his head. His tail stopped wagging as he focused all his attention on her. She grinned slightly at the concern that Lance was showing.

“Teach me all about being a werewolf,” she said. At that, all the excitement that Lance was feeling before came rushing back.

“Alright, what do you want to know?” He asked sitting back on his haunches. “The behaviour of werewolves are most like dogs on Earth, which would probably be a yupper,” he admitted. Allura thought for a moment.

“What did you and your family do with your free time?” she asked. Lance had to search through the many memories that he had with his family but the ones that stuck out the most were the ones where he was playing with his siblings in their wolf forms.

“Um, me and my siblings would play a lot, you know chasing, play fighting, that sort of stuff,” he said hesitantly. Considering how well put together Allura usually was, he wasn’t sure how willing she would be, even though they had gotten closer over the past months.

Allura could see how anxious Lance was and she felt a sort of sympathy for both Lance and herself since he didn’t seem to believe Allura wanted to spend her time with him.

“So, what are we waiting for?” She asked exuberantly.

“R-really?” Lance asked with wide eyes. She huffed out a laugh.

“Of course, Lance,” she said fondly. He hopped up with a howl.    

“Let’s go!” He cheered running out of the kitchen doors. He looked back expecting Allura to be struggling with her now four legs. He yelped in surprise when he saw that she was right beside him with a cheeky smirk. He huffed and pushed himself harder, skidding around the corner that led to Kaltenecker’s pen. The cow barely acknowledged them and they barrelled in. They raced around the pasture, barking and nipping at each other playfully. Lance thumped to the ground when Allura bumped into his side, her Altean strength still remaining even in wolf form.

“Oh, Lance! I’m sorry!” she said worried stepping closer to him. He lifted his head off the ground and shook it to get rid of the grass that stuck to his fur.

“It’s fine Allura, I’ve been worse,” he said. She sighed fondly and laid beside him. Side by side, Allura looked quite a bit bigger than Lance. When he noticed this, his ears flattened and it almost looked like he had a pout on his face. Allura only puffed her chest out slightly and gave him a wolfish smirk. He ignored it and laid his head down on his paws, he wiggled slightly to press against Allura’s side.

“It’s almost like I’m laying with my big sister again,” he said quietly. Allura’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him in surprise. She noticed that he was tense as if waiting for her response.

“Well, I am older than you,” she started. She watched his ears swivel back slightly to listen to her, “and I do see you as a little brother,” she said affectionately. Lance turned to look at her and said nothing when he nuzzled under her chin before quickly laying back down in embarrassment. She said nothing and laid down beside him, with her head laying over his neck in a form of protective embrace.

It was nearing the end of the week when the prolonged form he was stuck in began to catch up to him. He felt tired, and nauseous and didn’t want anything to do with anyone or anything. He wandered through the halls and peeked into the lounge, he saw Coran trying to hook up the GameFlux that they bought in the mall. No one had been able to play it yet and he wanted to set it up for Pidge and Lance when he was back to normal.

“Oh, Lance,” he said with a smile when he heard a whine and felt a head being pressed against the back of his leg. He turned and frowned when he saw the sad state he was in. He was trembling where he stood and swaying unstably.

“I heard what Allura did yesterday,” he said gently stroking Lance behind the ears. Lance looked at him in confusion but once again found himself in shock when Coran started transforming before his eyes. He almost choked when he noticed that Coran still had a bit of his moustache even after transforming. It wasn’t especially noticeable but one his uncle back home had a handlebar moustache just like it so he knew what it looked like.

“How’s that?” Coran asked proudly. Lance looked at him with envious eyes. If he thought that Allura was big than Coran was gigantic. He easily towered over Lance and looked down at him with big blue eyes.

“Honestly, I forgot that shapeshifting was an Altean thing and not an Allura thing,” he deadpanned. Coran cocked his head at Lance’s tone, not used to the teen being this blank.

“What’s wrong my boy?” He asked with concern. Lance seemed to deflate in front of him.

“I’m not supposed to stay in this form for so long,” he admitted. “I feel disgusting, my head hurts, I’m tired, I just want to human again,”

Coran looked at him with pity and walked around him to lay down against the couch. Lance looked at him curiously. Coran gestured for him to come over with his snout, which he did after a brief pause.

“Lay down, Lance,” he said quietly. Lance curled up in front of Coran, letting the warmth of the other wolf surround him.

“I know that your mind is plaguing you just as much as your body, you can confide in me, son,” he said. Coran licked a stripe up between Lance’s ears, calming him slightly. Lance slowly relaxed laying his snout on his paws and letting Coran groom him quietly as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“I miss Earth so much, I miss my family and my other friends,” he finally said. Coran didn’t stop, letting Lance continue his train of thought on his own.

“I’m angry at myself because I don’t miss them as much as I thought I should,” he admitted, which shocked Coran a bit. “Especially because you guys help me forget a lot of the time,”

“I’m glad that I can be of assistance,” Coran replied honestly.

“This whole week or movement I guess, has shown me how much everyone cares about me and that means so much to me,” he whispered. Coran wanted to say more to the paladin but it seemed like the restlessness finally caught up to Lance and he was out like a light. Coran laid his head down over top of the smaller wolf and curled around him tighter. He was glad he had this time with Lance, even though he would have a mouth full of fur when he transformed back.

They were all glad when the last night started ticking by. Lance wasn’t able to get himself up off the ground anymore, he was trembling too violently to attempt it. He had already thrown up everything in his stomach and they suspected that if he was human right now, he would be bawling his eyes out.

“Don’t worry bud, there’s not much longer until the sun rises,” Shiro said stroking the fur on his neck. It was worrisome that his tail didn’t even wag anymore, usually, it wagged just at his friends being nearby.

“Here buddy,” Hunk said throwing a blanket over top of him. He whined and tried to throw it off of himself. They didn’t want to cover him until they were close to sunrise, knowing that he would be overheated. Keith leaned over and weighed down both sides of the blanket, earning a snarl from Lance.

“Hey! Do you want everyone to see your dick?” He asked annoyed, scowling at the wolf. Lance huffed but didn’t try to remove the blanket again, even though they knew he had to be uncomfortable. His writhing suddenly came to a halt and he relaxed as he began shrinking and losing hair. They watched with relieved eyes as he reverted back to his human form.

“Hey, how you feeling?” Shiro asked brushing his hair out of his face. He could feel that he was soaked with sweat. He looked up at him with bleary eyes and gave him a small smile.

“Better,” he said with a raspy voice. They all let out sighs of relief and stood up from the ground.

“I’ll go get you some clothes,” Keith said looking at the blanket that was covering Lance’s now shivering body.

“You must be starving; you did throw everything up, I’ll get you some food goo,” Hunk said with sympathy taking note of Lance’s pale face.

“I’ll go with him and get some water pouches,” Pidge said nudging Hunk with her arm. She got a smile from Hunk and they turned towards the door.

“Coran and I will get the Castle off this quiznaking planet,” Allura said crossing her arms. Both Alteans nodded at each other as if they were about to destroy the planet for the hurt it brought their paladin.

“I guess I’m on Lance duty,” Shiro said. Lance huffed but didn’t stop him from smoothing his sweaty hair out of his face. Only when everyone was making their way out of the lounge did he perk up.

“Guys?” He called out hoarsely. They turned to him in question.

“Thank you for spending time with me this week and taking care of me,” he said gratefully. They all gave him soft smiles in return.

“Dude, you’re our family you don’t need to thank us for that,” Hunk stated softly. Lance leaned back with a smile as they left. He felt the ship start lifting off shortly after and couldn’t help but give a wide smile. As Shiro’s hand continued to card through his hair, he couldn’t help but be grateful for the people around him. Even though he was billions and billions of light years away from his biological family, he still had the family he made for himself.

Part 1/2/3

In case y’all needed more proof that this scene in 4x05 was entirely about Clarke’s connection to Bellamy:

Kane was here, too, y’all. Kane, the man her mother loves, the man who has taken the delinquents under his wing. Clarke cares about him, too, surely no one can deny that.

And yet look at the camera work in this scene. Once the prisoners are revealed, Kane isn’t even really shown again until a later scene. Every single frame focuses on Bellamy—his face as he’s revealed, Clarke’s as she recognizes him, a blade to Bellamy’s throat.

That’s not an accident. The writers and producers are filming this in a way to direct our eyes to the bond between them. This camera work is an implicit way to reveal the emotion that Clarke is feeling right now, and it shows that the emotion is mostly linked to Bellamy, her best friend, someone she loves (confirmed by 4x11 scripts).

The writers of The 100 are obviously building up to something big between these two. So much effort and attention has been put solely into their relationship. So for all of you that are afraid of how Bellamy and Clarke’s dynamic will change in S5 after the separation, remember that the writers probably aren’t going to throw away all of the careful construction they’ve put into the bond between these characters. 

We’re going to see something really cool, y’all. I’m so stoked for it.

anonymous asked:

Hello, my friend! I had a really weird day that was full of unnecessary levels of stupid, so if you could possibly do #15 with Analogical then that would make me very happy. Thank you!!

15. a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

Pairings: Analogical (romantic) 

CW: Slight angst (happy ending though)

Logan worries sometimes. He tries not to, but he can’t quite help it. And the thing about Virgil is, he’s very, very attuned to worry. 

“Tell me,” Virgil says one evening. 

He’s sitting on Logan’s bed watching Logan work at his desk, putting the finishing touches on a proposed schedule for the upcoming busy holiday season. 

“Hmm?” Logan’s mind is wrapped up in dates and family members and events and video posting schedules, so at first, he doesn’t really register the question. 

“What you’re worrying about,” Virgil says. “Tell me.” 

That captures Logan’s attention. He looks up from his work with a frown and sees Virgil gazing at him, head cocked at an angle and eyes shrewd and searching. 

Logan frowns. “I don’t know what you–”

“You do.” Virgil waves a hand. “You’ve been worried for a few days now. I’ve felt it.” He smirks. “I’m anxiety, remember? I notice these things.” 

Logan briefly considers telling him he’s wrong. He thinks about asking why he is bringing it up now, of all times, when Logan is so wholly focused somewhere else. But he knows Virgil will detect the deflection, and besides, he’s right. Logan is worried. And Virgil probably knew that asking him now, when Logan’s busy working and his guard is down, is the best way to get him to talk. 

He can’t decide if he’s proud or annoyed that Virgil knows him well enough to know that. 

He sighs, and shuts the planner he’s been writing in, turning his desk chair to face the bed. Virgil’s sitting criss-cross, and he won’t quite meet Logan’s eyes now, and Logan knows that look well enough: Virgil is afraid too. He’s worried about whatever has Logan worried, because in Virgil’s experience, someone being worried about something is usually bad news for him. 

All Logan can do is try to explain himself quickly. He doesn’t want Virgil to be afraid. 

“I’m…confused,” he says at last.


“Yes,” Logan says. At Virgil’s prompting stare, Logan adds, “About us.” 

If he thought the words would comfort the other side, he realizes quickly he was wrong. Virgil’s shoulders draw up a little, his eyes dropping again, and Logan recognizes the defensive gesture right away. Virgil is bracing himself for something bad.

“Okay,” the anxious side says quietly, picking at a loose thread on one of the many rips in his jeans. “So…what about us has you confused?” His voice is carefully casual. 

Logan frowns. He doesn’t know why his own bemusement should be causing Virgil such disquiet. He continues, hoping to shed light on the subject for both of them. 

“I’m confused about why we’re together,” he says. “Given the options at hand, I mean. Patton or Roman seem like they would be the more obvious choice, all things considered.” 

Virgil doesn’t reply. He simply stares at his hands, which are now clasped, white-knuckle tight, in his lap. 

“Patton is the heart,” Logan fumbles on, trying to make himself understood. “So he’d be a natural at this kind of thing. And Roman is the romantic, and dashing, and handsome, even if he is on the annoying side sometimes. Surely one of them would be a better option for a romantic liaison, wouldn’t they?” 

There. It’s out now. He’s said it, and if Virgil decides he’s right…well…Logan wants him to be happy, no matter what that means for Logan himself. He bites his lip, waiting, afraid to breathe as Virgil seems to consider his words, staring at his hands where they are clasped in his lap. 

Finally, after an agonizing eternity, Virgil nods slowly. “You’re right,” he says quietly, and Logan feels something inside his heart shatter, and oh. Oh dear, this is heartbreak, he’s sure of it. It…hurts. He never realized how much it could hurt. 

Logan wants to look away but he can’t. Virgil’s eyes are fixed on his lap and his shoulders are still hunched. He looks upset. Perhaps he is upset that he didn’t realize sooner he had more…suitable options for a romantic partner. Logan can understand that, much as it pains him. 

“Well…” Logan says softly, unsure of what should happen next. “We are in agreement, I suppose.” 

Virgil barks a short laugh, but there is absolutely no humor in it. The anxious side nods, and unfolds himself from the bed, climbing to his feet. “Looks that way,” he mumbles, shoving his hands into his pockets. “M’glad you figured it out, I guess. Thanks for…” he pauses, swallows, and shrugs. “Thanks for being honest with me. I’ll, uh…I’ll just…” he rubs the back of his neck and gestures at the door. 

Logan frowns. Virgil doesn’t seem happy to know about his improved prospects. Shouldn’t he be? “Virgil? Are you…all right?” 

Virgil makes that awful little bark of laughter again and shrugs. “Sure, yeah, great,” he says dully. “It’s always awesome to hear why you’re the last resort.” He smirks, but there’s less humor in the expression than there was in the laugh. “I hope you’ll be very happy with whichever one of them you chose.” 

Logan is so stunned that Virgil actually has his hand on the doorknob before he finally jolts himself into action. “Wait!” he cries, launching himself to his feet and stumbling forward (his legs are wobbly, whether from the long hours of sitting or the residual emotion, he doesn’t know). He grips Virgil’s shoulder and forcibly pulls him back. 

Virgil resists, but not very hard. Still, when Logan has him turned to face him, Virgil refuses to meet his eyes, and keeps his face resolutely turned to the side. Logan’s heart breaks again when he sees the way Virgil’s face is trying to crumple, his lip and chin trembling and his eyes shining with hurt. 

“Virgil,” Logan croaks, reaching up and cupping Virgil’s cheek, easing Virgil’s face toward his own. Virgil lets him but he still won’t meet his eyes. 

“Virgil,” Logan says again, voice stronger now. “I am so sorry. I–I fear I have been unclear.” 

Virgil sighs and shakes his head. “No, you were perfectly clear,” he says, and there’s still that awful dullness in his voice. “And I get it. I do. I…I’m not mad, or…or anything. Really.” He looks up but can’t lift his eyes any higher than Logan’s mouth. He tries a smile; it’s wobbly and frail, and the most heartbreaking thing Logan has ever seen.  

“Virgil, no, you don’t get it,” Logan insists. “I didn’t mean the others were a more obvious choice for me. I meant the others seemed a more obvious choice for you.” 

That gets Virgil’s attention. He snaps his eyes up to meet Logan’s, brows furrowed. “Wh–what?” 

Logan shrugs. Time to lay it on the line. He can’t turn back now. “I’ve just…I’ve never quite understood why you chose me,” he says. “I’m not very good at this kind of thing. Being in a relationship like ours, I mean. I don’t have any instincts for affection or affinity for romance, and I’m utterly hopeless when it comes to dating. With two clearly superior options at your disposal, I just don’t understand why you’d ever pick–”

Virgil cuts him off abruptly, pressing his lips to Logan’s in a soft kiss that has Logan slumping with relief, because everything he needs to know is in that kiss. It’s reassurance and gentle chastisement and declarations of love all in once loving, incredibly soft caress of lips, and all Logan can do is hold on as Virgil speaks to him without words, in a language Logan never realized he knew. He wraps his arms around Virgil’s shoulders and just hangs on, a little surprised (but not really) to feel tears trickling down his cheeks. 

Virgil finally draws back and wipes the tears away, looking not at all surprised to see them on Logan’s cheeks. “I love you,” he whispers gently, and if it were possible for a voice to reach out and cradle a heart, Virgil’s voice, and his words, cradle Logan’s right now. The thought is illogical, but he clings to it nonetheless as Virgil surges up and kisses him harder. When he draws away the second time, he grins and adds, “You idiot.” 

Logan laughs at that in spite of the tears that are still sliding down his face. “Thank goodness,” he whispers. “Because I love you, too, Virgil.”

Virgil smirks at him, and if his lips are still trembling or his eyes are a fraction too bright, Logan doesn’t mention it. 

“I know,” Virgil says. 


anonymous asked:

just a story about them making a baby, pleaseeee!

I’m not sure if this is what you’re after Anon, but here you go. Warning, fluff ahead!

It happens on William’s first birthday, after the little boy has spent the best part of the day racing around the garden, tearing open more presents than they can accommodate in their house, and overdosing on sugary treats. Before Scully can steer her son towards the bathroom, ready to get him cleaned up for bed, he falls asleep in her arms, and there’s no sign of him waking anytime soon. His bath now forgotten, she instead retreats to the living room where Mulder is busy attempting to tidy up after their family gathering. She tells herself she’ll just pause for a few minutes, to savor the peace and calm after their long, busy day, and then she’ll help Mulder with the cleaning up. He doesn’t mind however; he knows she was up early with an excited little birthday boy while he was able to catch an extra hour’s sleep. 

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Staying Quiet- Part Three

Tony Stark x Daughter! Reader

Tony Stark x Steve Rogers

Summary- The reader was made from Tony’s DNA (and an unknown inhuman). Fury brings her to Tony after the civil war.  The reader is 5 and doesn’t speak due to the trauma she has faced in her life. But Tony finds out she can control machines.

Message- Here’s part 3! Sorry if it sucks!

Part One  Part Two

Word Count- 961

“Y/N, I have a present for you.” You Dad says, moving your attention away from Dum-E.

<Really?> You sign excitedly.

“Yes, really!” Your Dad chuckles. You run over to where he is in the workshop and hop up onto his lap. “These are micro-bots. You can use your powers to control them.” You look at your dad excitedly.

<Can I try?> You ask.

“Of course! They are yours after all!” Your father says. So you use your powers to create different shapes. “If you ever feel threatened I want you to use them, Okay?” You nod. “They can shock people to.” At that you nod your head excitedly.

<Lunch?> You ask after an hour of playing with your new toys.

“Yeah, let’s go get lunch.” Your Dad says as he lifts you off of his lap and puts you on his hip. When the two of you walk out of the lab you see Bucky leaning against the wall.

“Nope.” Your Dad says and he starts to walk quickly down the hall.

“Tony, just let me talk to you.” Bucky sighs

“Stay the hell away from me and my kid.” Your Dad growls and you hit his shoulder lightly. “Sorry, Peanut, heck, stay the heck away from me and my kid.” You nod in approval at his change in language.

“Just l-let me explain.” Bucky stammers as he follows the two of you down the hall.

“Isn’t it enough that you got him? Do you really need to rub this in my face! Haven’t I suffered enough because of you! I might not have been the love of his life, but he was mine a-and I thought I would be enough for him! But how can I compete with true love!” You Dad sobs, so you cling to him tighter and use one of your hands to wipe away the tears that started to fall down his cheek.

“No, Tony y-you don’t understand!” Bucky tries.

“Let’s go back into the lab, Peanut. Auntie Pep will bring us food.” Your Dad murmurs as he retreats back into the workshop. As soon as the doors close your Dad puts you down and he falls to his knees and starts to sob. You walk in front of him and he pulls you into a hug. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I promise, Y/N/N.” You pull back a bit and put your hands on each of his cheeks, you furrow your eyes in concentration and you look him in the eyes.

“I-I-I-I  l-l-o-o-v-v-vv-v-e-e  y-y-y-y-o-o-o-u-u, D-D-D-a” You stutter, your voice was horse, since you’ve barley spoken, before this you had only spoken a in speech therapy and it always came out with a stutter, so it was just easier to sign. You Dad gasps and pulls you to him and hugs you and sobs some more.

“I love you too, Munchkin.” Your Dad sobs.


Later that same week you were walking through the compound, looking for Peter. You were by the gym when you heard a struggle. So you ran in and saw Bucky and Steve beating up Peter. Without thinking you use your tiny-bots-you liked that name better-to shove the two super soldier up against the wall. Then you start to electrocute them.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Steve gasps. Peter looks at them and then spins around and see’s you.

“Y/N! Stop! They’re not hurting me! I-I promise! We were just training!” Peter says as he kneels next you. You look him over, for any injuries and when you see none you nod and let them down, the tiny-bots fly back into the pocket on your dress. Then you take Peters hand and drag him out of the gym.

“What was that?” You hear Bucky say in the gym.

“I-I don’t know.” Steve murmurs.

“Was that really necessary?” Peter asks looking down at you, with an eyebrow quirked up. You nod your head solemnly in response. “Yeah, okay.” Then the two of you continue down the hall to where the grown-ups where, so you could all eat together.


Later that same night, you and your Dad where in the lab. You were “sleeping” on the couch, while your Dad works steadily into the night. You hear the door open, then shut quietly.

“Me and Buck are just friends. Ya know.” Steve murmurs.

“Yeah, okay.” You Dad whispers.

“It’s true, we’ve only ever been friends. Buck told me what you said to him and y-you’re the love of my life, Tones.” Steve whispers.

“Don’t. Just don’t. You’re getting my hopes up and I just can’t take that kind of heart break again. I-I have a daughter now a-and she’s amazing. She’s so smart and kind. Did anyone tell you she has powers? She talks to machines, and they listen to her. So I can’t just fall down a rabbit hole of drinking and partying when you ditch me again.” Your Dad stammers.

“I’ll never leave you, I’ve never stopped loving you. Leaving you like I did it broke my heart.” Steve murmurs.

“W-We can’t just pick up where we left off. But if you wanted to-uh-maybe we could start over.” Your Dad whispers.

“I-I’d like that. M-maybe we could go to dinner tomorrow.” Steve asks.

“I’d like that.” Your Dad says. “I need to get Y/N/N to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then you hear the door shut and your Dad walks over to you. “Nosey little thing aren’t ya.” You smile up at him and nod. Your dad chuckles. “Well let’s get you to bed. You can sleep in tomorrow.” He murmurs as he lifts you up.

<Are you excited?> You ask.

“I-I think so, Peanut.” Then the two of you make your way out of the lab. You’re asleep before your head hits the pillow.

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Birth of Desire

His smile is what I look forward to every week. Something about his smile lights up the room. Everything brightens up when he smiles at you or just in general. Shawn is smiling whiling writing new lyrics for SM3 and it instantly puts a smile on my face.

“You know you look creepy smiling like a weirdo right?” Shawn speaks up awakening me from my daze. I look at Shawn weirdly as he stares back at me.

“I love your smile” I say giving him my own version of his smile or at least try to. Shawn’s laughs echoes through the studio causing me to let out hesitant chuckle. He leans forward from his seat and clutches his stomach. His hand comes up to wipe away small tears falling down his face.

“T-that’s haha not how I smile. I’m sorry baby, but it looks like your forcing the smile” Shawn laughs again and eventually falls off his chair. I send him a glare as he tries to recuperate from laughing.

“Sorry I can’t do a good impersonation of the ‘Shawn Mendes’ smile” I tell him crossing my arms over my chest. Which oddly enough lifts my boobs a bit. Shawn clears his throat a bit before walking towards me. He takes a seat next to me pulling onto his lap to straddle him. My hand instinctively go around his neck pulling me a little closer to his chest. Shawn let’s out a small sigh as his eyes are concentrated on my breasts. I flick his head a little to get his attention, but it doesn’t remove his gaze from my breasts.

“You should really wear this sundress more often. The sundress makes your breasts look so much bigger baby. And it focuses on all your beautiful curves, no wonder Geoff and Andrew ban you from coming to the studio. I bet if you came here every time I would never get writing done, since I would have you bent over the coffee table.”

“Thanks” I respond with a small voice as he tugs the bottom of the sundress upwards to lay around my hips. Shawn’s hands make there way up my thigh slowly caressing it before cupping my face in his hands. His breath fans over my face as inches his lips closer to mine. Before he can kiss me he removes his hands from my face leaving me dumbfounded.Shawn hands start to travel down my body again and stop once he reaches my thigh. His hands move upwards under the dress and he pulls on the elastic of my underwear and lets it go. A small snap is emitted from his action.

“Don’t start getting shy on me princess! We both know your not shy when it comes to our sex life” Shawn seductively whispers into my ear as his hand keep moving upwards until they reaches my breasts. “No bra such a bad girl” he says as he caresses my breasts gently squeezing ever so often. I feel myself get wetter as his calloused fingers pull at my nipple. I let out a moan as he continues to pinch my nipples.

“Shaw-“ his phone rings on the side table interrupting us. I let out a sigh of relief as I watch him answer the phone. He taps my thigh so I can get up. I straighten my dress out and turn away to regain my composure. His hands wrap themselves around my middle and pull me back into his lap. I try and question his actions and he puts a finger to his lips.

“Yes, Andrew I’ll have the date set on the Calendar” Shawn responds as he hums in between Andrews responses. His hands trail their way to the hem of my dress bunching it around my waist. Shawn’s fingers inch their way down my panties and cup aroused core into his hand igniting a whimper from deep within my throat. He pulls me back not to hard, a hand around my throat he whispers in my ear “shh… you need to be quiet while I talk on the phone can you do that princess?” I nod as he keeps my body leaning on him.

“Sorry Andrew can you repeat that?” Andrew starting talking again and Shawn hand move my underwear to one side allowing him to to separate my folds. His cold hands send a shiver down my spine as he continues to move up and down my slit. My head turns to face his neck and try to quiet my moans as best as I can. Shawn’s fingers make their way to my throbbing clit rubbing harsh circles. My hand comes up to my mouth to diminish the constant moans and whines that leaves my lips. Shawn let’s go and I’m regaining my breath before I know his index finger pushes into me.

“Ohh Sh- Shawn what was that?” Andrew asks through the phone after I cover my mouth. Shawn sends me a glare before he clears his throat.

“Its Y/N, I don’t know what she’s doing right now. So what are our plans for the next album and upcoming tour?” Shawn resumes conversation with him leaving me to cover my moans again. In no time I’m a withering mess as my orgasm takes over my body. My thigh close trapping Shawn’s fingers from removing themselves. His fingers slowly thrust in me to ride out my high. I so badly want to scream in ecstasy as all the pleasure washes over me.

“Geoff thinks it’s best if we start in North America before moving the tour to Europe. He wants to check with you first before we start calling venues and hotels for your arrival. I also think it would be a great idea to give you a bit more time with Y/N. So Shawn what do you say?” Andrew says through the phone as Shawn looks at me. I’m in a daze trying to regain my composure. Shawn slide me off his lap and stands up.

“I think that’s great! Maybe she can be with me during the North American tour, yeah? This so great and all the buzz of SM3 is amazing.” Shawn hums to Andrews response more and my eyes slowly start to close. The undoing of a belt buckle makes me immediately open my eyes again. Shawn stands before me phone between his shoulder and neck a he undoes his pants. In two minutes tops Shawn stands in all his naked glory before me. The conversation with Andrew continues as Shawn sits back on his couch and pull me on to his lap. He presses the phone to his chest to avoid Andrew hearing our conversation.

“Take everything off and sit on my lap now” I listen to him and quickly remove any article of clothing I may on. I make a move to straddle Shawn’s lap, but he turns me around so I’m facing the large view windows looking out towards the city. We are only a few floors above the city, so anyone who looks while see my naked body on full display. It makes me wetter at the thought of being caught by people walking.

“Andrew it’s hard! I can’t have three songs recorded by midnight without anyone here! Yes, Y/N’s here….. I’m not kicking her out! ANDREW!” Shawn yells into the phone followed by Andrews response trying to calm down Shawn. I can feel his erection poking my back and I reach behind and give a gentle squeeze. His hips buck up at the sudden contact and he groans into the phone. I bite my bottom lip and start to slowly move my hand up and down his thick erection. His grunts and groans encourage me to continue.

“A-And-Andrew, I-I’m g-going to call you back!” Shawn rushes the words out and throws the phone somewhere in the room. His hips continue to buck to meet my movements and I speed up my movements. His breath becomes rapid and ragged as I move my thumb over the slit of his member.

Previn layers the tip and I rub my thumb in the in the slit in which I receive a hiss fro Shawn.

“Fuck! I hate how innocent you look and yet your a deadly tease when it comes to intimacy” Shawn utters before he hisses once again. I remove my my hand from his throbbing member and start to inch my thumb with Shawn’s precum towards my lips. Shawn hand yank me back by my ponytail as he watches me lick my thumb. I lick it as if it were a lollipop and keep my eyes on Shawn’s. He rolls his eyes back realsing my hair while he rubs his hands over his face.

“You’ll be the death of me Y/N” Shawn groans as he pulls at the end sod his hairs.

I let a smile take over knowing this wasn’t the time or place, but I couldn’t let a opportunity like this slip through my fingers.

“Say swear to god”

“Seriously?” Shawn groans while opening his eyes to me.

“Say it”

“I swear to god” I pull him in into a kiss without noting that his is slowly lifting me up. As the kiss continues a sudden pain is felt as Shawn thrust into me unexpectedly. I whimper into the kiss as the sudden penetration which halts the kiss. My head lays tucked near his neck as he lifts my legs onto the couch. I lost hum as the move at send a pleasure through my body as his erection slowly moves thrusts in me. A hand comes to my throat and gives a gentle squeeze while the other travels down my body leaving a path of goosebumps. The warmth of his touch adds a much needed arousal to my aching clit. The anticipation is killing me inside as Shawn traces my hip bones before making their way to my throbbing clit.

“So precious and only for me” he grins as his fingers open up my folds to gain contact with my clit. As soon as his fingers rub my clit I’m a withering mess on his lap. My eyes roll back as I desperately try to add friction and bounce myself on his erect member. I won’t last not like this. My legs are giving out on me, I’m so close and need a release.

“Stay open for me baby” Shawn growls into my ear as he has a tight hold around my neck. My moans arms muffled as he squeezes my throat to send me closer to the edge. His lips are on my leaving a dark mark that will be hard to hide tomorrow.

“So close Shawn!” I scream out as I few the heat building up in my abdomen. His breath is cold against my heated skin. There is a new sensation and I see Shawn thrusting his hips up in a taping pace without removing his assaults on my throbbing clit. My legs keep threading to close on me and Shawns separations then again. It’s like a small battle which I losing. Small sobs escape my lips as his fingers start to flick my clit over and over again. This could be a punishment and it would matter because anything he does is with care and love.

“Shhh.. it’s okay princess. Just let go-ahhh” I interpret Shawn as my orgasm washes over my sweat covered body. My abdomen muscles clench and I clench at the force of my orgasm. Shawn’s halts his thrusts and slowly rubs my clit to ride out my high. It feels like pure bliss, but the moment soon diminishes in thin air. Shawn expertly turned me over so I did a full circle on his erect member. Our chests touch and my hands place themselves on his shoulders. His hands trace down towards my waist he slowly moves me in a riding motion in.

“So precious, and I can’t get enough of you” I hum as I watch sweat run down his forehead. His lips part and soft grunts leave his mouth. Shawn’s neck vain is prominent as he moves my hips faster on his lap. His hands hold onto my hips harder surely to leave bruises. His abs clench together signaling his close, and watching him become out of breath throws me over the edge once again.

“Fuck!” Shawn groans outs as he halts my movements bucking his hips up uncontrollably as he orgasm washes over him. My head falls onto his sweat covered shoulder and I bite down on it as Shawn’s fingers place themselves once more in my sensitive clit. I whimper and whine as he starts to rub harder and faster.

“It’s okay baby…. just one more. I know you can give me one more, can’t you?” He whispers in my ear before trailing his lips down my neck. I hesitantly nod and before I know it my third orgasm washes over my body blurring my vision. My chest heaves up and down with the overstimulation. Shawn hands wrap around me and pull into his flushed body to try and calm me down. Tears fall down my cheeks when he rubs my back in soothing circles.

“I’m so sorry baby” he says over and over again as I shake my head against his neck.

“Don’t be Shawn” I tell him knowing that I could have used the safe word, but I haven’t felt this close to him in so long. There’s a loud knock on the door startling us both as we jump and try to dress ourselves. The knob on the handle moves and loud banging comes with it. Shawn runs to the door and opens it and sees Andrew with Geoff on the other side. So glad we locked the studio door, but they will never let me come along to one of Shawn’s studio sessions again.

“Hey” I come up behind Shawn and look at Andrew and Geoff then back at Shawn. Andrew looks at me and then Shawn as do I. My eyes go wide as I spot the bite mark I left on his shoulder. I smack Shawn repeatedly which cause him to look down at me. I forgot he wore a muscle tee today to the studio.

“Umm… Shawn you have a little something right here” Geoff points to Shawn’s shoulder and he touches it and hisses in pain. I look down in embarrassment as Andrew sends Shawn a glare. Geoff tries to stifle his laugh as Andrew pulls Shawn into the hallway to talk.

“You know I’m never going to let you guys live his down right?” Geoff tells me as he looks through Shawn’s prompts for new songs. He hums in appreciation as he lands on one. I look over his shoulder to read it “birth of desire.” My cheeks redden knowing there’s more to the title. The door opens and Andrew comes in with Shawn who looks irritated and embarrassed.

“Well we’ll let you get back to work Shawn and we mean the lyrics portion” Andrew comments leaving the rooms before Shawn has the chance to throw a pillow at him for is comment. Shawn sits down on the couch and rubs his face.

“So how are my chances for coming to another studio session?” I ask him while placing my head on his shoulder. He looks down at me and shakes his head before laughing.

“Andrew said ‘this is your last chance Shawn or we are only going to have songs related to sex’ but he’s not wrong” Shawn finishes causing me to send him a playful glare. I give him a kiss before pointing at his journal to continue writing lyrics for SM3. He groans before taking the journal and flipping through the pages to continue writing. He sends me his famous smile which causes me to my heart to flutter and butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

The One Thing

When Dean was six, all he wanted for his birthday was a Matchbox Impala. Just a little metal toy version of his daddy’s car.

He wanted to play with it, sure, he was a kid after all, but he really wanted it to keep with him. He wanted that little bit of his father to keep in his pocket; something to hold onto when John was away for days at a time.

When his birthday rolled around, there were no presents. John didn’t even seem to remember it was Dean’s special day. There was no cake, no gift, no card; not even a hug or a Happy Birthday from his father.

Dean tried to be strong. He tried to look disappointment in the face and say no to the tears, but he was only six. He was only a small child, and things like presents and hugs and special gifts were important; and he was disappointed.

That night after John passed out on the sofa, the birthday boy dragged a pillow and a chair over to the rented playpen that sat under the window of their motel room. He set the chair against the side and tossed the pillow into the crib before climbing inside. He lay down next to a sleeping Sam, and cradled his brother close. Sam stirred in his sleep, popped his big hazel eyes open, and smiled up at Dean. Chubby fingers grabbed at Deans shirt, and Sam pulled his brother down, giving him the biggest hug that a toddler could muster.

“Love you too, Sammy,” Dean whispered before laying down and tucking Sam under his chin.

Maybe he didn’t get the one thing he wanted for his birthday, but Dean realized, even then, at the wise old age of six, that in his brother Sam, he had the one thing he’d always need.

Photographs|| Peter Parker

Originally posted by jizemderler

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1566

Summary: You and Peter are close (you know he’s spider-man). Late one night you are looking at old pictures when Peter makes a surprise visit.

Warnings: sentimentalness, fluff

Note: I am writing for Peter Parker (Tom Holland) now! This is really exciting for me because I absolutely love the MCU and I haven’t been quite caught up until recently. Now that I am (aside from any and all Thors, and the last Iron man oops), I am excited to jump down this beautiful Tom Holland filled rabbit hole.


You looked at the polaroid picture of you and your best friend, Peter, sitting across from one another with smiles on both your faces. The two of you were laughing about something that didn’t matter now, but the smile etched on his face had meant the world to you. Your other best friend, Ned, had taken the picture and had let his thumb slip into frame at the corner reminding you of his teasing that followed the taking of the picture.

The picture was taken almost two years ago, but it was one of your favorite pictures of you and Peter. You would never tell anyone that, but your love for it might have been obvious. The picture had worn edges showing its use.

Letting out a deep sigh, you fell back onto your bed and let the picture come to rest beside you. You stared at the stars on your bedroom ceiling. When you were five, your dad had made ceiling panels with actual constellations for your room, and you had never taken them down. You thought back to all the times where you and Peter would lay on your bed staring at the stars you wouldn’t see otherwise unless you were out of the city.

You tilted your head back farther to look at the wall behind you that your bed was up against. The wall was covered completely in picture you and your friends had taken over the years. Peter was in nearly all of them. Ned and MJ were in most of them too, but Peter was in all but like five of them. Sitting back up, you looked back to the picture that you had just been playing with. You tucked it back into the corner of the picture frame that held a photo of you and your friends from your 8th grade graduation.

You laid back on your bed turning to look out your bedroom window. The head of your bed rested under then window giving you the perfect view of part of the starless sky and the apartment building across the street. Your window was open a little letting some of the night sounds of Queens drift in.

You hopped off your bed to change into your pajamas quickly and to brush your teeth. You looked over yourself in the mirror on the back of your bedroom door. Your hair stuck out in all directions from underneath a slouchy beanie. The black tank top and pajama shorts hung off your body comfortably. You had also pulled on comfy slipper socks so you could bare the cold wooden floors.  You were comfortable and that was just how you liked it.

Silently shuffling back to your bed, you plopped back down into the soft mess of blankets and pillows. You reached over to your night stand to retrieve the book that you had placed there earlier and flick on the light that rested there. You leaned against the photo covered wall to read well into the night.

It had been about an hour and you were getting really tired. Your eyes had started to droop as you fought off the sleep that was beaconing you. You slipped your bookmark which was a photo booth picture strip of you and Michelle in between the worn pages of your copy of your favorite book. You set the book on your night stand and turned the light off climbing underneath your blankets and laying down.

You laid there staring up at the lights on your ceiling once again letting your thoughts run rampant. The only sounds you could hear were cars and an occasional siren. Every siren you heard brought thoughts of Peter and his extracurricular activities. You thought of your friend swinging from webs across Queens and saving people. The thoughts took shape behind your closed eyelids and brought a smile to your face.  

There was a small tapping on the window behind your head. You shot up startled from your sleep. You turned to the window the red and blue suited superhero take off his mask to reveal the handsome face of your best friend. He saw you looking at him and gestured to ask if he could come in.

You opened your window more to let your friendly neighborhood spider-man in. He crawled past you, and you closed the window behind him.

“What are you doing up this late?” Peter said as he walked over to your closet.

You watched him from your spot on your bed. You were sitting with your legs tucked under yourself. Peter pressed the button on his suit to let it fall off his muscular frame. The muscles in his back moved as he shuffled your clothes around looking for something. You tensed as you watched him in admiration.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have a minor crush on Peter. When you first befriended Ned and Peter in fourth grade, you did it because you thought that Peter was cute. That never went away. Over the years, the purely physical attraction you felt towards Peter had evolved into a full-blown crush.

There was a time when Peter first got his powers that the two of you grew apart, but you had accidently found out one night about his spidey ways when he snuck into your room in his suit without even thinking. You woke up the next morning in his still suited up arms. That was the day you realized you might actually love Peter. So maybe the minor crush wasn’t actually so minor.

Peter made a sound as he pulled out a sweatshirt that you had stolen from him a while ago. He pulled it over his head shielding his back from your view. You furrowed your eyebrows and couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment that filled you. He then walked over to your dresser and opened your pajama drawer. You knew exactly what he was looking for this time.

The pink hello kitty pajama pants that he had acquired after losing his suit were pulled out. Peter had left them at your place for nights like these. He pulled the pink pajama pants over his boxers before turning back to you.

“Are you going to answer me or just stare?” Peter said as he approached your bed. He put his fists down on the bed and leaned forward. His face was about a foot away from yours. You could smell the sandwich he ate recently pickles and all on his breath.

“I was reading, pickle breath,” you said laughing and pushing his shoulder away from you. He chuckled as well moving dramatically to your push.

“Ouch, bug,” Peter said falling onto his side next to you leaning on his one elbow. “When did you get so strong? Did you also get bit by a radioactive spider?”

The statement lead Peter to start cracking up. You just stared down at him and rolled your eyes. His head was pressed to your side. When his laughing had subsided, Peter looked up at you with big puppy dog eyes.

“Ha. Ha,” You said shrugging the boy off you. He watched you with kind eyes. He pulled his legs up onto your bed and sat up. You took a second and leaned your head onto his shoulder. He moved his arm to wrap around your waist as the two of you just sat together in silence. The sounds of Queens now muted by your closed window were the only sounds to be heard aside from your parents gentle snoring a room over.

Your eyes were growing heavy, and it was getting harder and harder to keep them open. You felt Peter shift a little, but you had closed your eyes and didn’t plan on reopening them anytime soon.

“I can’t believe you kept this picture,” Peter said. Slowly, you opened your eyes. You were annoyed that you had to.

The picture that you had been looking at earlier was now in Peter’s hand. He was looking at it fondly with a small smile growing on his lips.

“Yeah,” you said sleepily. “that was a good day.”

“Yeah, it was,” he said softly.

There was a long moment of silence. Sleep had almost consumed your mind. Your head was still on Peter’s shoulder, and your back was still to the wall. You knew if you slept in this position you would be sore in the morning, but then as you sat with Peter’s arm around your waist cuddled up to his side, you didn’t care.

“This was the moment I realized I was in love with you,” Peter said. You were almost too far gone to hear it, but there was no mistaking those words.

“You know if you weren’t asleep right now I wouldn’t be saying this,” Peter let out a short soft chuckle. “Ned had no idea what he had just taken a picture of. He and MJ teased me about this moment for months, but I didn’t care because I knew how I felt about you. Man, who knew that I’d still be too chicken to tell you how I feel for you even after two years. I love you bug.”

Peter’s lips pressed gently to the top of your head. You let a small smile dance across your lips lazily as you finally let sleep overtake you.

Half-Italian Iwaizumi headcanons

These were inspired by lovely @aira–elenabarilliart and @latestphase that fueled my secret love for half- “insert not Japanese nationality” Iwa.

- His mom comes from Lombardia, land of incredibly good food and contradictions. She was an Oriental Studies university student that ended up falling in love with the Very Handsome and Exotic™ exchange student, namely Iwa’s dad. They fell in love and, in the end, she decided to follow him back to Japan, where Hajime was born.

- She’s from Milan, but of Bolognese descents. Not the pasta, but as in part of her family comes from Bologna, a city Dante named “la grassa, la dotta, la rossa” (the fat, the savant, the red) for very precise reasons, but what it’s interesting to us it’s the first name, “la grassa”. Why? Because Emilian cooking is rich, hearty, and very very tasty. Of course, Mama Iwaizumi taught his son everything she knows about it. And she knows a lot.

- Since Hajime was a kid, she made sure to have him around whenever she cooked. She started to involve him in the cooking process bit by bit, teaching him how to do pasta, how to do risotto, mixing with him traditional Japanese dishes with typical Italian techniques. Sometimes the results were good, sometimes were not, but they always had fun together. Cooking in time became one of their things.

- Surprisingly, Italian and Japanese culture share a fair amount of similar traits. Respect your elders, value family and work, respect your parents and be grateful for them, so there were never educational conflicts in the Iwaizumi’s household. 

- Also, if not for his slightly darker complexion, Hajime doesn’t look in the slightest like his mom. He’s the younger version of his father for which his mom is really grateful for mainly two reasons: her husband is really really handsome, and her son never had to face any form of discrimination through school. 

- They moved next to the Oikawas soon after Hajime was born, when Oikawa’s mom was in the last stages of her pregnancy. The two mothers soon became friends and bonded over the journey through their maternity, so Hajime and Tooru have known each other since the very first moment.

- Tooru loves Mama Iwaizumi. She made sure to always give him extras to take home with him, whenever she cooked something Italian. Let’s just say Tooru made sure to ask Hajime every day about what his mom was making for dinner.

- Despite what one could expect, Hajime’s favourite dish his Oikawa’s mom agedashi tofu. Mama Iwaizumi still doesn’t know how his son came out like that. Unbelievable.

- Obviously, Hajime had the best bentos while growing up. Sometimes they were very traditional (rice, vegetables, chicken), but other times - other glorious times, Makki would add once in high-school while seeing Iwa’s lunch -  it was full Italian leftovers power. His mom would tell him to take his “schiscetta” (literally, lunch made of leftovers in dialect). Lasagna, pasta al ragù, risotto allo zafferano, torte salate, whatever was left from the previous dinner was his. 

- Once, he took all the leftovers at school and shared with Oikawa, Makki and Mattsun. Mattsun brushed away a tear of happiness at the sight of tutto quel bendiddio. (Yes, Hajime taught them some Italian expression like this one).

This is becoming really long, so I decided to put a “read more” and let you enjoy the rest like this.

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Will puts the phone back to his pocket and walks to the bathroom in a daze. Once in front of the mirror, he turns around and tries to see over his shoulder, to get even a little peek of the name. All he sees is a small smudge of black near his left shoulder blade, the beginning of the N. He tries to reach it, to touch the mark with even the tip of his finger, but gives up after a while when all it does is make his shoulder and wrist ache from the weird angle.

It’s really frustrating. Why does his soulmate mark have to be somewhere he can’t see, somewhere he can’t reach? It’s not like Will wishes it’d be somewhere where everyone could see; not like Cecil with the L in his face. But he’d still like to see it, trace his fingers along it and imagine his soulmate writing it down.

What are they like? he finds himself thinking, still looking over his shoulder at the letters. Have I met them already? Do they have any letters yet – two, like me, or more? Will turns his head, checks if he can see better over his other shoulder. He can’t. Where are they?

finders, keepers (so please look for me)

solangelo, teen and up, soulmate au with awkward teenagers and crème brûlée

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really love your OC Damien, and i was wondering if it would be ok to cosplay him? And i was just wondering what he would look like in colour? I adore your art thank you for sharing with us!! 💜💜💜


his colors are really basic?? dark hair, purple eyes, pale skin with big sleep deprived bags under his eyes. he has two small ring earrings on the top of part of his ears, a stud on the lobe, a smaller stud above that one, and another small ring between the two sets.

i will add that the scars on his face are burns, and they go back all the way into his hair. the eye on that side is messed up and if you want to know what that looks like in color let me know!

heres an Old Picture from like a year ago

queenoflightnings  asked:

"Okay, fine, maybe we are friends." Marichat or Chloe and Nath, pleaaase.

“Okay, fine, maybe we are friends,” Chloe admitted as Nathaniel slid another foil out of her hair. 

“I would hope so at this point.” He tossed another purple streaked foil in the trash can. “Although I’m still surprised I’m the one you called to help with this. Surely Sabrina would’ve been willing.”

“Of course she would have but Sabrina doesn’t know anything about hair color.”

“And I do?”

“Please, Kurtzberg, you may be a natural redhead but not that hue.”

He flushed as he continued to free her hair of the foils. “I may help it along a little.”

“And I didn’t want to go to a salon because what if it doesn’t look good? No one can see me with bad hair.”

“It doesn’t look all that great right now,” Nathaniel chuckled, wiping his gloved hands on a towel. “You’re kind of rocking a wet dog look right now.”

Chloe’s eyes narrowed as she stared at Nathaniel’s reflection. “Watch it, Red.”

“Ready to rinse?” he asked, trying not to laugh.

“I guess. If you make my hair fall out, I will kill you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He led her to the massive bathtub. “Here, I put the towel on the side so it doesn’t hurt your elbows too much when you’re leaning over.”

“Thanks.” Chloe got down on her knees and hung her head over the bathtub. She waited for the water to start but nothing happened. “What’s taking so long?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi sweetie! You are so great and an absolute joy of the fandom! What picture is your favorite that you have made?

Hi there!  Thanks so much for your nice comment!

I just had a look through my folder, and it turns out I have well over six hundred images, and over two hundred gifs.  That makes this question really difficult!  I can tell you that there’s a few images I like for different reasons.

This one is a favourite because I have no idea why I thought of this idea, but it was in fact an idea.  I literally searched out for an image of someone skateboarding in a suit, put Lestrade’s face on it, added sunglasses, added a cat and put it over the NSY building.  It was intentionally bizarre, and I was funny to probably only me.  But that’s fine!

I love making logos, so making up this one for the fictitious band belonging to @finalproblem was particularly fun.

I had this one printed out and on my wall for about four years. It still makes me smile. 

And I am adding this one here because it got a ton of hits, mostly for the added stuff after the original image.  This one was pretty fun to make, required a lot of careful close cropping, and I thought it was really funny.

That’s it for now, I hope this works for you! 

Alright, so, odd combination of characters, but I realized that in that one series of TBS portraits I made, Damien and Adam’s hair looked super similar and it’s kinda.. not, at least in my headcanons.

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No.45 “No. You listen to me.” Kit and Ty

No one asked for this. I just used a random number generator. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.

Kit ran his fingers through his hair for the fifth time that day. His shirt was sticky with sweat and he had a headache—but not from the intensive training he just went through.

Ty stared at him through eyes that glistened like silver in the moonlight. The lines of his silhouette were shaded with the perfection of Julian’s paintings. Even with the deep frown lines etched in Tiberius’ face he still looked beautiful which was not helping Kit’s focus at all.

“Let’s go again. Come on”, Kit gasped through donkey-like panting.

Ty turned to face the blond boy. “No.”

They’ve been running over the rocky beach for the past four hours, mixing in some push-ups and loud whining from Kit though he kept suggesting to go again.

“Really? Why not?” He tried to casually lean against a boulder but his muscles were basically jelly at that point. He slumped against it, now looking up at Ty.

“I’m tired…and hungry”, Ty didn’t meet the other boy’s eyes. Which was normal. Something scuttered across their feet—a lizard. Ty picked it up. Also normal.

A worried excitement sneaked into Kit’s voice, “Really? Let’s get back to the Institute then.” He hopped to his feet and immediately regretted it. Kit hunched over slightly and laid a hand on his back. He groaned quietly, hoping Ty wouldn’t notice.

Ty lightly circled a finger around the lizard’s belly and scratched its head. Kit marveled at him. His pain forgotten for a moment. How in the world did a person as awesome as Tiberius exist?

As if Ty could sense his name in thoughts he spoke, “You know what? I could go for another lap.”

Kit smiled a little too brightly. “That works too. Let’s go”, he said that last sentence weakly but he pumped his fist into the air.

Ty exclaimed, “Aha! I knew it. You’re lying to me, Christopher Jonathan.” He had an aura of wary accomplishment.

Kit flushed, “What? No, I’m not. You gotta listen to me—”

“No. You listen to me. I can tell you’re lying.”

“How?” Kit straightened his posture. He was now as tall as up to the bridge of Ty’s nose. His arrow-straight nose, as smooth and pale as porcelain, like the rest of his skin. Kit’s brain yelled Tiberius is talking. Focus!

Kit was just about to have an internal argument when Ty said, “When you lie, the light in your eyes goes out and your face it…” Ty was at a loss for words.

He went on, “You don’t want to keep running. You never wanted to run in the first place. You just want to please me. You keep putting me first. I don’t want to be first if you’re going to be last.” Kit couldn’t see very well in the darkness but he thought he saw Ty’s ears become pink.

Kit stared at him blankly.

“And I know why you’re doing it. Everybody’s doing it.” In the rush Ty gently let the lizard go. He grabbed Kit’s hand and gripped it till the tips of both their fingers turned white. He held Kit’s hand to his chest as if he wanted the other boy to rapture his soul. For the first time in seemingly forever he did something even more out of the ordinary. He made eye contact.

Kit let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I know Livvy’s dead”, both of them tensed; for her name had not been spoken in months. “I know she’s never coming back and I hate that. But I am not broken. Because unlike Annabel”, he said her name as if it were slimy, like he was purging up a slug, “I have people that love me and care for me. And I know you’re one of those people. But you don’t have to baby me for goodness sakes. Like Julian said, she’ll never leave us. She in our hearts.”

Slowly, Kit nodded. Ty broke away but Kit wasn’t worried. He understood what Ty wanted. He didn’t have to fuss over him. Ty liked his space.

At that moment, he felt he had enough adrenaline to make it back to the L.A. Institute.

He shouted, “Race you back home”, and began to sprint off the horrid beach. For a second he thought Ty wouldn’t follow him but Ty did follow him. He beat him there. A small smile decorated his face. They opened the door to Dru sobbing on the couch.

Drusilla was watching old SpongeBob episodes. Then, she recognized a hidden dirty joke, a joke Livia had told her. She giggled at first and it morphed into a raucous laughter that made her shake with tears of joy and pain. To everyone’s surprise, Tavvy, the youngest, had consoled her. He cuddled her the best he could and smiled with a missing front tooth and she chuckled a bit softer and a bit happier.

Kit, being Kit, sensed sadness in the room and announced, “I don’t know why you’re laughing. Mr.Krabs hasn’t felt it yet.” Emma spit out the chocolate milk she was drinking and erupted into laughter. Julian’s ears and cheeks turned pink. “Kit, there are children present!”

Ty had a confused expression on his face but he didn’t mind. Things were feeling better. As normal as his family could be.

I mean, look at that expression in his face and his body movement! He’s literally shuffling towards something, with an expression of realization on his face. And for once it’s not a look of angst like we’ve been seeing in the past teasers and trailers. There’s something here that’s gotten his attention either via force vision/communication or someone is there in front of him that’s he’s really wanting to see 😉