goes to her and holds out his hand to her

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Will steers him to a bench nearby, making him sit down. Nico's smiling, tapping Will's shoulder. "Will! Dog!" Will goes to the boy with the dog. He makes quick talk, trying to see if the dog is nice enough before Nico comes running over. "Oh, sure. Have him throw a stick or something. Lucky likes that." The boy hands Nico a stick, barely stepping back before Nico's thrown it. Lucky sails after the stick, tail wagging. "Can I pet her?" Nico asks. The boy nods, holding Lucky's leash steady.

Nico crouched down on the grass and Lucky is hopping all over Nico, licking his face and wagging her tail impossibly fast. Nico let out a laugh, loud and unrestrained. It’s the purest sound Will had ever heard, and it was his absolute favorite. Will loved everything about Nico, but his absolute favorite had to be Nico’s laugh. It was so childlike, like Nico had gone so long without letting himself truly enjoy things enough to laugh, that he still had the innocent laugh of his youth. Truly, he laughed like a child. Will smiled and looked up to the boy holding Lucky’s leash. He noticed the boy was blushing, staring at Nico with something akin to infatuation. Will felt his smile slip.

hey um. consider a stevens university au where the gems actually react realistically to steven bubbling bismuth:

  • pearl shrieks “you did WHAT?” and slaps a hand over her mouth, looking horrified
  • garnet clenches her fists and has to take a deep breath
  • she kneels down and holds steven’s shoulders and says “i know you were scared, and i’m sorry that we put you in that situation. sometimes we forget that you’re a child and there’s still so much we haven’t told you about the war. steven, bismuth wasn’t wrong to want to shatter the diamonds. the diamonds aren’t like you or me. what they’ve done… they deserve to be shattered. now, let’s unbubble bismuth, and then we can talk, okay?”
  • then they unbubble bismuth
  • she’s confused and angry; she didn’t think she’d come back so soon after the last time. there are tears in her eyes.
  • garnet and pearl wrap her in a hug as soon as she comes out
  • steven apologizes to her for poofing her and bismuth says “it’s okay, steven. i know now that you’re not rose quartz. my anger at her shouldn’t stop us from being friends.” steven holds out a hand to shake hers and she pulls him into a hug instead.
  • then they sit down on the floor and the gems tell steven about the war and about rose shattering pink diamond.
  • bismuth stays a member of the crystal gems and steven has the chance to learn more about his and his mother’s history!
  • (bonus: amethyst is feeling left out by all of this and when they sit down, she goes to sit on the couch instead, but bismuth grabs her hand and says “where are you going, girl? you’re a crystal gem too! come sit down next to me.”)
Braids 💆

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! It’s the longest I’ve written on this blog and I’d really appreciate the feedback here  – I’m most likely doing a Part 2 depending on how you all like it. Enjoy :)

Harry loved family reunions.

Amongst the bickering cousins and lurid pitter-patter of children, he often found himself feeling at peace as his folks filled him in on all the stories he’s missed out on. He’d laugh about his jittery uncle who nearly burnt his eyebrows off from an old barbecue, nodding approvingly as his aunt gushes about her eight year old who’s just won the flashy new title of spelling bee champion. He likes the way they treat him too. With adoration in their eyes, resurrecting from the years they’ve watched him as a young boy (instead of the usual gaze of stardom he’s used to). He almost, if not, especially enjoys the way they admire his success, not as an ego-booster, but as a way of praising Anne for his upbringing, despite the major gossip that briefly tainted his mother’s name around her first divorce.

But even in a house packed with his most favourite people, he would always feel relatively exhausted from the length of the reunion, a full four days he’d reckoned. It was unfair really, he loved his crazy family, but he always felt like he had to put on his best face, never getting his usual dose of solitude to rejuvenate.

So when Harry first invited you to join him, he hadn’t quite expected you to be so patient with his family.

“Yes, he is very handsome,” you’d chuckle, “but we’re only friends.”

“You’re sweet, love, but I think this little girl wins the beauty contest, hmm?”

“Right, he is very good with kids.”

“M’only in uni, ma’am, so I’ve got a few good years before settling down.”

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It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird

✩ word count: a fair amount idk man

✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(

It’s You That I Hold Onto

It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. 

Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.

Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.

“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.

Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.

Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-

He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”

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lordmushroomkat  asked:

Writing request. Klance. Mutual pining. Supportive mechanical telepathic cat-parents.

man i feel like I could easily write 15 000 words about this haha. Trying to make this idea small is hard, but let’s give it a go. 

“So what do we do? We’re a paladin down now.” Pidge states. It’s a topic they’ve been dancing around. Shiro is gone, and yes of course they will find him again, but until then they can’t just… not form Voltron. 

“Keith takes black. Yeah ok, so that’s resolved.” Pidge continues.

“Are we honestly…” Lance starts to interrupt.

“But there’s STILL five lions.” Pidge shoots Lance a look. She knows he wants to argue the leader Keith point, but that’s another discussion. 

“We need another paladin.” She concludes. The group all stare at each other, not sure of what to suggest. The air is stale. 

“I….” Allura starts. Coran grabs her arm protectively. She turns to him with an understanding smile, pats his hand, and steps out of his grip.

“I will fill in.” Her commanding voice rings in the Lion’s hangar. Hunk nervously wrings his hands. Keith looks skeptical. 

“Princess, we need you to…”

“Who else do we have?!” Allura implores. “No one knows the lions like I do. I’m already a part of this team, so it’ll be easier for me to bond than some outsider!”  

The others all share a look. It had to be Allura. Of course it did. But it was a shame that it had to come to this. 

“Who will you pilot?” Hunk moves the discussion forward. Allura smiles and taps her chin thoughtfully. Her eyes move around to look at all the lions. She sighs at a fond memory. 

“My father was the red paladin, and if Keith is piloting black then…” Allura steps towards the red lion. She smiles and places her hand on its barrier. It vibrates under her touch, but does not break.

“It just seems logical.” There’s fondness in her blue eyes. She leans forward and places both palms on the barrier.

“Of course there is the issue of the red lion being the most temperamental so…” Allura laughs. The barrier doesn’t budge under her. Still keeping her out. Keith shakes his head. 

“She doesn’t like it when you call her that.” He sings.

Allura winces. She pats the barrier gently. 

“Ah, sorry girl. I didn’t mean it.” She coos. “I understand how important your paladin is. I know how much you need to trust them. I don’t want to push, but please… please I need you to…” Allura pauses. Her mouth goes taut. She stares at the giant beast in front of her trying to sense it. She leans against the barrier with a frustrated sigh. 

“How did you do this, Keith? I can tell this isn’t working at all.”

“I blasted myself out of an airlock if you must know.”

“Guys, guys,” Lance holds up his hands. “You’re going about this all wrong. For blue and I…. it was like love at first sight!” Lance saunters over to where Allura stands. 

“Your lion is your lady, and she has to know that you are going to love and respect her. You can’t grovel, you gotta woo her.” Lance stands next to Allura. 

“Mind if I show you?” He grins. Allura rolls her eyes.

“Oh yes please. Demonstrate for all of us.” 

Lance rises to the bait. He clears his throat. 

“Hello Red, you look radiant as always. Would it be ok if I spent the evening with you?” He raises his hand to knock on the barrier. 

He immediately falls through. With a vibration and a crackle, he stumbles into the red lions perimeter. He catches himself before he eats cement. He turns to beam at everyone. They look on with disbelief. Particularly Keith.

“See!” Lance exclaims happily. His voice sounds distant and crackly inside the barrier. “Just like that!” He turns to shoot finger guns at the red lion. “Thanks red, you’re beautiful. i love you. Ok Allura, if you just want to…”

Lance bumps against the barrier.

He stares at it in confusion. He tries to step forward and bumps against it once more.

‘What…?” He whispers. 

“Oh no…” Allura stares. Pidge’s eyes widen. Keith starts to look manic. 

Allura, Hunk and Pidge all touch the barrier. None of them can get in.

And Lance can’t get out.

Lance starts to push harder against the barrier. 

“Guys, I can’t…. how do I…?”

“Lance, Lance…” Allura shakes her head. She holds his gaze through the barrier. 

“She’s chosen you.”

Lance’s chest goes cold. He turns over his shoulder to look at the monstrous lion. The red glow around him is bright and hurts his eyes. Nothing like the soothing aura of Blue.

“What?! No! No! Nononono! Blue’s my lion! I’m not giving her up!” Lance beats on the barrier. it flickers underneath his fists. 

“Let me out! Keith! Come talk to your lion! Get me out of here! Tell her I can’t do this! I WON’T do this!”

“Lance, it’s ok. I’m coming I’ll…” Keith smacks into the barrier. So confident that it would peel away for him, that he hadn’t even tried to slow down. He rubs his knee that collided and hisses. He raises his hand to the barrier and pushes. It firmly pushes back. 

“Lance…” He breathily whispers. Lance places his palm opposite Keith’s, so they look like they are touching, but the barrier crackles firmly between them.

“I can’t get in.” His breath shakes with emotion. “She wants you. She’s chosen you.”

Lance blinks away tears. 

“B…but Blue. Blue’s mine. No one can….”

Soft footfalls echo across the hangar. Allura has taken off and runs towards where Blue stands. At a full sprint, she charges forwards and Blue’s barrier easily dissolves around her.

“Alright!” Alurra gives a victorious cheer. Blue lurches forward, opening its mouth ready for Allura to board. 

Lance’s heart breaks. He falls forward. Keith worries his lip and presses himself as close to Lance as he can. Hunk and Pidge wisely walk away. 

“Lance. Lance, I’m so sorry.” Keith whispers. His voice rattles in the comms of Lance’s helmet. 

“But out of everyone here…Red has chosen you. She needs you. Can’t you feel her?”

“But she’s yours, Keith. She’s yours and you’re hers.” Lance’s voice trembles. He looks up into Keith’s face. 

“I know. And she’ll always be mine so….” Keith swallows. “I’ll need you to take really good care of her. She’s trusting you, Lance. I’m trusting you.” Keith looks up with glassy eyes. Blue may have let Allura in, but here Red was actively locking her own paladin out. A surge of sympathy courses through Lance.

“Keith, I’ll…”

Metallic whirring causes lance to turn. Red has bowed down and opened her mouth wide, inviting Lance in.

“You have to go.” Keith states and turns to leave. Lance goes to grab him, but his hand smacks painfully against the barrier.

“Keith wait!” He calls. Keith pauses. His eyebrows knit together and he waits. Lance steps back from the barrier with a frustrated sigh. 

“If I…If I could hug you I would.” He announces. Keith’s eyes widen. 

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who needs more peter x michelle feels? ALL OF US. so here’s another lil thing i wrote, it’s part 2 to this post, and you can find part 3 here!

  • michelle has had a rough day
  • first, peter didn’t show up to AP bio, again
  • she’s texted him 14 different times today
  • fourteen
  • not that she’s worried or anything
  • because she and peter are barely friends, they sit at lunch together and walk to class together and walk home together and she knows he’s spiderman but…she swears they’re barely friends
  • but then the burning building happened, and peter didn’t come to school for almost two days
  • and she doesn’t know why she did it, but the day he came back and she saw him she nearly knocked her lab stool over when she ran up the aisle and into his arms, almost knocking them both over
  • they haven’t talked about it…because there is nothing to talk about
  • anyways
  • she’s sitting in her room, her laptop on her bed, buried under piles of books
  • no one knows this, but when she’s had a rough day, michelle’s coping skill is reorganizing her bookshelves
  • she does it so much to the point her parents are used to seeing them different each time they go in her room
  • and honestly, she didn’t have that bad of a day. it was fine, until peter didn’t show up to lunch or AP Bio and michelle’s heart dropped in the pit of her stomach when ned told her he missed today completely 
  • she’s deep in thought of what could have happened– did a building fall on him? is he trapped in a hostage situation? did tony stark come back to try and recruit him again? 
  • then her phone rings, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin and knock over a pile of books that she just sorted through
  • she reaches up to her nightstand and when the caller ID says “Peter” her hands shake as she answers
  • “peter?” she asks, probably a little too rushed
  • “hey” is all he says, and he sounds…fine?
  • “what-” she can’t even get the next question out before there’s a knock on her window
  • peter is leaning on it, the spiderman mask on and everything and suddenly her phone is on the floor and the window is open and she launches herself into his arms again
  • he laughs, and it’s the best sound in the entire world and he hugs her back and then she remembers that she did it…AGAIN
  • dammit michelle, get it together, you’re barely friends for goodness sake
  • she backs up to let him in, her parents aren’t home yet so peter’s secret is safe, and he takes off the mask and runs his hand through his hair and michelle is staring at him like he just came back from the dead
  • “what happened?” her voice is barely more than a whisper
  • he shrugs, “may drove me up to the headquarters today, she wanted to see all about…this” he gestures to the suit
  • michelle is silent, because peter literally ditched for a normal reason for once in his life and she overreacted because she always assumes the worst after the building incident and she just
  • she just can’t stand the thought of him not being around so she can make fun of him
  • yup, that’s it
  • “oh,” she laughs and the two of them are quiet before peter notices the books on the floor
  • “what the hell happened in here?” he asks
  • “I uh…organization. it helps when i’m stressed.” she says, and she can tell peter wants to ask why, and then she sees it in his face when he remembers he didn’t call her or ned and she thought the worst
  • “shit…MJ I’m so sorry,” he rushes out and michelle forces the stupid butterflies to sink down because she liking peter parker? HA. what a joke
  • “it’s fine, I just. yeah, it’s stupid, you can take care of yourself. but after the building and you missed school I thought…”
  • “let’s make a deal,” Peter says, and he holds his hand out. She stares at it for a while, before Peter laughs again and uses his other hand to put her hand in his own and to pull her to sit on the bed across from him. “from now on, I ,Peter Parker, promise to always call you, Michelle Jones, when I’m missing school so you have no reason to worry about me.” 
  • “Peter you don’t have to,” she goes to pull her hand away, but Peter grips it tighter and she nearly yelps.
  • “I want to,” he sounds so sincere and Michelle wants to hug him again, so badly. so so badly. “I don’t want you to ever think that I won’t come back, okay?” 
  • “okay,” she nods, and Peter finally lets go of her hand, and Michelle lets it fall on the bed, and she doesn’t move it. 
  • The two of them are staring at each other for a long long time before Peter’s phone rings again. They both jump, and Michelle decides to start counting her books again.
  • “and that’s May telling me to come home for dinner.” Peter chuckles. “I gotta go, i’ll see you tomorrow, i promise.”
  • She looks him in the eyes again, she rarely does this because his eyes are so so brown and so soft and they make her want to cry half the time. “okay,” she smiles slightly, and Peter grabs his mask before heading out the window and webbing off into the New York skyline. 
  • and it’s only after he’s gone that Michelle realizes he never told her why he came over in the first place
modern marauders again

ok but listen:

  • remus was that person in the friendship group who was just aesthetic
  • he was the person who would just be talking and you’d take a picture of him and he’d be gorgeous
  • but he hated being in pictures
  • he’d rather take them
  • sirius was the person who wanted to go on road trips and go to the beach all the time
  • Peter was the one who would just get hyped at everything
  • “we’re gonna go to the beach today” “AW YEAHHHHHH”
  • james was the one who’d know when all the exciting events were
  • and drag them to concerts and fairs just to go on the rides
  • Sirius loved going to concerts because he said all the best girls could be found there
  • he’d have like fourteen numbers by the end of the night
  • his record was twenty one
  • but when he got home he tore them up or gave them to Pete
  • he had no interest in anyone there
  • he just liked to flirt meaninglessly
  • Pete would text some of the girls and make them fall for him
  • and when they met him in real life they’d still think he was cute and they must’ve been drunk because they do not remember him
  • james loved concerts because if he was lucky, he’d booked seats in the mosh pit with lily
  • and lily would be on Marlene’s shoulders
  • light bouncing off her hair in a mix of copper and scarlet 
  • but then Marlene would need to go to the bathroom
  • so she takes dorcas with her
  • and lilys left with Mary (who’s much smaller than her)
  • but james is there and they’re having a nice conversation
  • but fuck lily can’t see
  • and since james is taller than half the bloody people here
  • do you want to sit on my shoulders
  • and shes having such a good time up there
  • remus is literally apart of some candid photoshoot that dorcas is holding
  • and he looks absolutely gorgeous
  • so many girls have come up to him and get his number
  • but he doesnt get it
  • theyre just being nice
  • and dorcas literally facepalms because what are you talking about she was so pretty
  • but theres a small pink-haired girl in the crowd
  • laughing with her friends nearby
  • and she looks so carefree and just happy
  • that remus is drawn to her
  • so when she goes out to get a drink
  • he’s out as well buying some chocolate or something
  • “I’m Tonks” the pink hair girl holds out her hand
  • “Remus” he responds, shaking her hand
  • meanwhile Sirius is talking to Marlene at the very back of the stadium
  • both of them came with friends and aren’t really interested in the band
  • “I just came here to get wasted” Marlene shouts over the music
  • and theyre laughing
  • lily tugs on james’ hair and shouts “do you want to get a drink”
  • and part of him is dying of dehydration
  • but the other part doesnt want to lose contact with her
  • but he nods and grabs her hand to lead her out
  • “I don’t want to lose you” trying to justify himself
  • Peter is trying to locate Mary
  • the 4′ 11″ girl has to be here somewhere
  • and why would james and lily leave her alone
  • but all of a sudden a girl is hugging him and squeezing the life out of him
  • “I thought you guys left!”
  • “no. not without you. not ever”

anonymous asked:

HI, can I request one with RFA+Saeran+V, like moments that they would have with their kid/kids? Maybe taking their kid/kids to work, coming home after a long day but even though they're tired, they still play with their kid/kids. These are just some examples and the kid/kids could be any age(as long as they count as a kids.) Thank you for all the Headcanons, some of these have helped me got through my depression and I am way better now because of you guys. *BIG HUGS FROM MY SIDE OF THE WORLD!*

So glad we could make you a little happier! *GIVES BIGGER HUG FROM OUR SIDE OF THE WORLD* Hope you enjoy these~


Zen:

  • His daughter had been spending way too much time with Jumin’s son
  • So, Zen wanted some quality time with her, at least for one day
  • He wakes her up one morning and takes her out for breakfast at a little coffee shop
  • They have a cute little breakfast while they talk about life and school
  • Zen pulls out his phone and takes a bunch of selfies
  • His daughter may have picked up some traits from him and joined into his selfie shenanigans
  • They use so many filters, and her favorite one is the wolf one, since Zen makes so many jokes about him being one
  • It’s all going great until her friends from school happen to pass by
  • “You didn’t tell me your dad was so…hot.”
  • Thankfully, Zen had been paying for the  meal, so he didn’t hear, but his daughter was mortified
  • She hurried Zen out of there when he was done
  • For most of the day, they visited different shops and walked around town together
  • When they got home at night, they put on masks together and put on a movie–that Zen wasn’t in
  • Zen fell asleep in the middle of it, and his daughter took the advantage and took a bunch of pictures and selfies
  • Zen looked ridiculous with the mask on and his mouth hanging open
  • She sent several to her mother for both of their amusement

Yoosung:

  • He had a day off and it was a rainy day
  • Thankfully, he had an entire playroom for his little boy
  • Yoosung had recently bought this huge foam blogs and several packs of them
  • So the two of them spent the entire afternoon transforming the room into the boy’s little house
  • There were walls that separated off a tiny living room, dining room, kitchen, and bedroom
  • He dragged Yoosung along in all the rooms
  • The first stop was the kitchen, complete with fake food and fake pots and pans
  • He made Yoosung a plastic omurice before serving him in the dining room
  • Yoosung plays along for the whole hour, even though his knees are killing him from being on the floor the whole time
  • The kid gets really excited and tries to run into another room
  • Unfortunately, his excitement causes him to run into one of the foam walls
  • A domino effect later, the whole foam house is on the ground and the kid is crying because he messed everything up
  • Yoosung tries to calm him down, “No, no! You’re just super strong. Like Spiderman!”
  • To cheer him up, Yoosung changes his son into a spiderman onesie
  • He then lifts him up in the air and lets his son pretend he’s flying
  • The kid is doing the spiderman thing with his fingers while Yoosung jumps from place to place around the house, the kid in his arms
  • Eventually, the kid gets tired and so does Yoosung, so they just take a nap together

Jaehee:

  • It was bring your kid to work day at C&R
  • Jaehee really didn’t want to bring her seven year old daughter, but there was no school that day and she couldn’t find a babysitter
  • So she brought her along
  • Her daughter was in awe by the place and kept asking Jaehee questions about what she did
  • Jaehee didn’t want her to get bored while she was doing paperwork, so she gave her little tasks of her own
  • She took a big pile of junk paper and set beside the shredder, teaching her daughter how to use it
  • The girl was fascinated with watching the paper shred into little tiny pieces
  • “Mom, this is so cool!” 
  • “Yeah, honey, it is–No! Not that paper!”
  • After that, Jaehee gives her the job of putting stamps on envelopes to be mailed
  • It killed her pride, but Jaehee wanted to do something special for her daughter
  • So she asked Jumin to award the little girl with a certificate
  • She didn’t expect Jumin to give an entire speech in the conference room about how there has never been a better paper shredder in the company
  • What made it worse is that her daughter has this huge admiration for Jumin now

Jumin: 

  • One of his business deals went through and the client gifted Jumin with this huge Lego Star Wars ship
  • It was an odd gift, but Jumin thought his ten year old would like it
  • So, he gave it to him that night and promised to build it with him as soon as he got home from work the next day
  • The son was so excited
  • He opened the set and separated the legos by color and type and waited patiently for Jumin by the coffee table
  • As soon as the keys jingle from the door, the son is darting forward to greet his dad
  • Jumin keeps his word and they get to work
  • He didn’t expect it to be so complicated…
  • Jumin is so confused by all the instructions…and why they are pictures instead of written words
  • “Hey, Dad! Look!”
  • Jumin slowly lowers the huge paper and sees his son one-fourth of the way done
  • Eventually, Jumin tries actual building, but his long fingers make it difficult to put the tiny pieces together
  • The kid crawls in his lap and helps his dad as they build certain parts together
  • Hours later and they finally finish
  • Jumin is so proud, since his son managed to figure out the foreign language of instructions and finish
  • He wants to take a picture, so his son stands on the couch and does a little peace sign next to their creation
  • Jumin goes out with his son and buys some more smaller lego sets
  • MC comes home with her living room full of Star Wars spaceships…

Seven:

  • His eight year old daughter came home from school a little pouty
  • She tells him that she has a science fair soon and she needs to build something for it
  • He suggests a solar system, and she responds by pulling a disgusted face
  • “Space is boring though!” 
  • Seven gasps loudly and promises to show her she’s wrong
  • Knowing he can get a little extra when it comes to projects, so she emphasizes that she only needs the simplest thing
  • He tells her to go draw a picture of the solar system and he would help with coloring or something
  • She brings it back to him and he just spreads it across the table, “Great! This is the blueprint.”
  • Knowing she can’t stop him, she just goes along with whatever he has planned
  • They spend the day building with whatever equipment he has in his house
  • He gives her a bunch of space facts as they’re building the planets together and putting together the rods
  • When it comes time to a snack break, he takes her out to the store and buys some HBC and Dr. Pepper
  • “I use to live on this when I was younger,” he told her.
  • He sees sparkles in her eyes when she first tries them together and he’s so proud
  • They finish the project together throughout the week, and both end up really liking spending the quality time together
  • And she doesn’t hate space anymore, which was a plus
  • But then he gets a call from a teacher the next day voicing their concerns
  • Apparently, a solar system complete with lights, moon phases, and a robotic orbit implied that she might have cheated
  • Seven didn’t care that she got disqualified, and he took her out for ice cream to celebrate anyway

Saeran:

  • Unfortunately, Saeran’s six year old son had the same health tendencies as his father
  • That meant he got sick pretty often and had to stay home from school
  • Saeran saw he was getting pretty bummed out about it
  • So he decides to make that sick day as fun as possible
  • He brings a bunch of books to the bed and lets his son pick one out
  • He reads as many as he can, but in the middle of one, his son requests a puppet show
  • Saeran is hesitant, but he can’t resist his son when he looks so pale and tired
  • So he builds a little theatre and draws faces on some old socks
  • He begins reading from the book again, this time with the puppets talking
  • “And then the king said–”
  • “No, Daddy, you have to do the voices!”
  • “Oh…sorry…Ahem.” He proceeds in a higher pitched voice
  • He actually does finish the story–voices and all–and the kid is laughing by the time he’s done
  • Saeran will put on his son’s favorite movies and move him over to the couch
  • He melts a little when his son snuggles up to him for warmth

V:

  • He takes his daughter to the playground since it’s a nice day
  • But she’s very shy so she ends up being alone on a swing at one end of the park
  • He feels bad, but he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable and push her at the other kids
  • So he joins her
  • First he takes to slides, but she’s too scared to go down the really long slides
  • So he sets her on his lap and goes down with her–even if he hits his head a few times
  • He plays that game where he pretends he’s in trouble as he’s lying backwards on the slide and holding out his hand while she pulls him up
  • After awhile, she’s not scared anymore so she tries to impress him by walking up the slide
  • But she ends up slipping and going straight to the ground, and he has to get wood chips out of her hair
  • The other kids are attracted to the fun the two seem to be having
  • V somehow ends up as a jungle gym with children climbing him and asking to play with them
  • By the time they leave, his daughter has made quite a few friends, but she looks up at V and grabs his hand, “I had the most fun with you, Daddy!”

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A/N: for Alice. prompt: ‘clarke tells bellamy he makes her happy’

This takes place in the weeks between 4.03 and 4.04.

Clarke overhears that Bellamy has returned from his hunting trip, and she immediately drops everything to go find him.

It could probably wait— it could definitely wait— but she’s been stressed the whole day. Seeing and talking to all the people she hasn’t put on the list has taken its toll. Knowing that she put herself on that list instead of one of them has made her increasingly distressed as the hours went by. Somehow, she just thinks if she catches a glimpse of Bellamy right now, she’ll be calmer. She won’t feel as alone. That’s all she needs— a glimpse. She’ll just drop by to say hello and then be on her way.

That’s all she needs. Really.

Clarke finds him helping Niylah and Raven in one of the storage rooms, where they’re busy preparing meat for storage. Bellamy has unloaded all the game from the day’s trip, and currently has his arms submerged up to the elbows in a bucket of sudsy water.

He glances up when she enters. As always, she feels a little wave of comfort when his dark eyes find hers. 

And all her plans to keep this to a ‘hello’ go out the window.

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dabard95  asked:

Imagine Percy has gone off to help some hapless campers once again, and Annabeth isn't too worried because come on, it's PERCY. Then she reaches into her pocket for something, some change or her keys maybe, and instead she pulls out Riptide in its pen form.

Her fingers close around something narrow and smooth, and Annabeth’s heart stutters to a stop in her chest. 

The kids are dancing around her knees, squealing and hitting out at each other, each calling for her attention, and the baby’s balanced on her hip and crying because her favourite pacifier has gone missing and the gods know she won’t accept any replacements. They’re running horrendously late for lunch with Frederick, and it’s pure chaos, but everything slows down as Annabeth pulls her hand out of her pocket and looks down to see the pen. The magical pen that is always meant to find its way back to Percy’s pocket.

But it’s not in Percy’s pocket, it’s in hers, and that means that he’s gone out to help rescue some campers stranded by the Hudson without any weapon.

Oh, shit.

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anonymous asked:

McCree, Reaper, Soldier, Lucio, watching you die but luckily Mercy brings you back

A/N: Angst, but with a happy twist, how nice! I’ll try to oblige accordingly, though it might be a little difficult since it’s almost 3am and I’m tired. There’s one more request in the inbox besides this one, but it’s about a video that I need to watch, so I’ll write it out tomorrow.

McCree:

  • You were a little too adventurous on the battlefield and took a shot to the stomach, but McCree’s close by. He calls Mercy over on comms, but she can’t be there immediately. He’s not a medic, but he’ll do what he can to stop the bleeding. His normally suave self will begin to unravel as he realizes that he can’t help you, tears begin to run down his face. He’ll angrily keep calling for Mercy over comms, desperate for her help to keep you alive, while trying and failing to maintain his composure for you. He’ll keep telling you it’ll be okay, but the lack of sensation in your body begs to differ, and he’ll eventually just start cradling you in his arms. Your breathing is shallow by the time Mercy finally gets over to you, everything is just a haze through your eyes, though you can faintly make out McCree’s emotional gestures. You shut your eyes for a moment, giving it to the cold embrace that gently caressed you, before being ripped back to the warmth of life. You can make out the determined look on Mercy’s face as your vision begins to clear, her staff standing nearby, it’s beam enveloping your body. McCree’s pulled you back into a hug before you know it, sobbing like a baby as he embraces you, happy that he didn’t have to say goodbye to you. He promises to keep you safe from here on out, you won’t go on a mission without him at your side.

Reaper:

  • Reaper isn’t exactly on friendly terms with Overwatch, though they needed every gun they could get for this mission. If Reaper went, then that means you went too. The two of you were a team, on and off the battlefield. You’d take the brunt of an explosion, shrapnel would be embedded in your body, Reaper’s ethereal form kept him safe from the blast. He’d clear out a safe zone before checking back in on you, surveying the damage done. The wounds are deep, and there’s nothing he can do to help you, his powers only work for him. He’d call for a medic, his focus back on the battle, distracting him from thinking about your injuries. He looms over you as you bleed out, weighing the option of taking your soul while you pass on, carrying you with him wherever he goes. He simply apologizes as he crouches beside you, holding your hand as you begin to slip away, your grasp slowly beginning to loosen. He’d roar at Mercy once she arrives, demanding that she saves you, pointing a gun at her head almost habitually. After she diligently works to bring you back from the brink, he’d simply nod at her as he watched you regain consciousness. He’d demand you stay put until the job was done, disappearing into the fog, the distant screams of his victims announcing his arrival.

Soldier 76:

  • Soldier has a biotic field, but that’s only for minor injuries, anything too serious and its effects are heavily diminished. He’s by your side the entire mission, and refuses to leave you when you get hit. He’ll drag you behind some cover, leaving his biotic field beside you to numb the pain while he covers your position, demanding Mercy to get over there immediately. He’ll glance over occasionally while he covers you, his visor hiding his concerned face. People with wounds like yours don’t usually make it back in one piece, and it’s not looking good. He’s desperately trying to clear the area, Mercy can’t work if she’s being shot at, but that means he can’t help you himself. Pulse rounds continue to rain as he fires away, their rhythmic sounds the only thing you hear as you drift away, the biotic field doing little to keep you in one piece. He’ll question if Mercy can save you when she arrives, still covering your body despite your passing. He silently lets her go to work, desperately hoping that she can save you. Your long inhale when you awaken is all he needs, he places a hand on your shoulder before mantling over the cover, intent on finishing the fight so that you’ll be safe.

Lucio:

  • Being a support Lucio’s used to keeping people alive, but there’s only so much his healing beats can do. He’ll try to mix things up to heal you more, but even he has his limits, and he’s asking for assistance the moment he realizes he can’t save you. Watching you bleed out is heart-wrenching for him, and he’s in tears before he finishes his call for help. He’ll try tinkering with his music, holding you close, doing anything he can to slow the process down while Mercy arrives. Eventually he’ll come to terms with the fact that Mercy won’t be there in time, and shifts to making the process as comfortable for you as he can. He’ll play your favorite song as he cradles you in his arms, crying gently as you slip away, your smile fading as your eyes shut one final time. Mercy arrives soon after and immediately goes to work, performing surgery in the field while Lucio provides assistance. Through some sort of miracle she manages to pull you back to the world of the living, and Lucio couldn’t be happier. He pulls you into a warm embrace, thanking Mercy profusely as he refuses to let go of you, staying by your side until the battle is over.
IMAGINE: illyrian Nesta.

When they teach her to fly, Cassian’s wings are still hurt. He can’t fly so he helps her learn to get off the ground by holding both her hands because he “says” it will keep her from getting too high too fast (and her wings are too new and weak to carry his weight). But Nesta knows that the hand holding thing is more about him wanting an excuse to hold her hands. But she’s secretly fine with it and mildly terrified about getting caught in a strong current and getting swept away.

Cassian suggests putting a leash on Nesta just in case she goes too high and gets caught in a strong current. She ardently refused. (And secretly he knows he could use his siphons to grab her if something went wrong.)

Once she’s mastered getting off the ground they go out to sea. Cassian stands on the prow of a ship and Nesta practices going higher. When she falls it’s fine because of the water and she doesn’t go that high. But Cassian barks orders at her from the ground like, “BANK LEFT. NO—LEFT. NESTA. LEFT! YOUR OTHER LEFT.”

Nesta: (crashes to the water, climbs up into the boat) “The next time the winds change you should yell that first.”

Then one day she gets descent at flying and Cassian is yelling orders at her. She’s practicing falling drills where she has to catch herself. Her wings are stronger and more muscled so she’s pretty good at it. And Cassian tells her to bail out of the fall really late and she gets hit by a wave and it pisses her off. So she gets air born again and flies over to Cassian on the boat, picks him up, and dumps him into the ocean. He laughs the whole time. And when he and Nesta are on the boat again he jokes that if she wants to hold him in her arms so badly when he’s soaking wet she should just ask.

anonymous asked:

the bros reaction to their s/o going into labour? :)

Noctis

  • Eyes go wide when his wife calmly tells him “the baby is coming.” 
  • Wait really? Are you serious? Are you joking?
  • “Why would I joke about that? My water just broke. Can you call the doctor please?”
  • King Noct goes into ultra-super-mega-terrified mode
  • Starts calling the Citadel doctors
  • Then calls Ignis for moral support
  • (His own moral support)
  • Helps his wife to their bed
  • Note: Citadel security prefers the Queen to not give birth in a hospital for security purposes
  • All of the best physicians are brought to the Citadel for the birth of the next heir.
  • Noctis becomes a sweating mess, pacing back and forth until everyone arrives
  • “I’m going to be okay, Noct.” His wife assures.
  • He may have to leave the room a few times to stop himself from fainting.
  • HE HAS SO MANY FEELINGS.
  • His wife is low-key annoyed
  • “I’m pushing out a baby and he’s the one panicking.”
  • That’s how it usually goes though, right?
  • When he’s finally calm, he stands by his wife’s side, holding her hand through all of it.
  • He winces every time she yells out in pain.
  • He’s really scared.
  • Poor dude. 
  • Not just for his wife, but for his baby.

Prompto

  • He’s super excited the moment his wife announces her water has officially broke.
  • “I’M GONNA BE A DAD! TODAY! YES!!!”
  • He throws a bunch of random stuff into a suitcase he has laid out ever since his wife had hit the 8 month milestone. 
  • Random sets of mismatched clothes
  • Miscellaneous stuff that has been missing inside the blackhole of their closet 
  • What the hell is in this suitcase? No one knows for sure.
  • Is that an animal hiding in the suitcase? Lol jk
  • Prompto is going to have to take a trip back home after the baby has arrived to get acceptable items.
  • In the meantime, he calls up Noctis, Gladio, and Iggy as he and his wife are getting in the car to drive to the hospital.
  • Only when they reach the hospital, Prompto starts getting nervous.
  • What if they weren’t as prepared as originally thought?
  • What if something happens?
  • AHHH.
  • After talking with doctors and getting his wife settles, the excitement starts to distract him again from his nervousness.
  • He’s with his wife through all of it. 
  • Never lets go of her hand.
  • Even if his wife says “It’s okay, Prom you can let go.”
  • He isn’t letting go.
  • Not until his son or daughter is safely in his arms

Gladiolus

  • “Gladio we gotta get to the hospital. The baby is coming. Now.”
  • Gladiolus pretends to be super calm.
  • He’s internally screaming.
  • Carefully carries his wife to the car.
  • “I can walk fine, Gladio it’s okay.”
  • He isn’t convinced.
  • He’s in code red mode
  • Kind of like Noct, but more low-key. 
  • May or may not go above the speed limit while driving to the hospital
  • You best believe Gladio will not tolerate waiting for hospital staff to give his wife checked in
  • Gladio will cut in line if necessary
  • HE’S GOING TO BE A DAD, GODSDAMMIT.
  • THERE’S NO TIME  FOR DILLY DALLYING
  • EVERYBODY OUT OF THE WAY
  • Hates seeing his wife in pain. 
  • The contractions are intense. 
  • I definitely see Gladio’s wife giving him a death stare the entire time she’s in labor.
  • He’ll give her words of encouragement and what not
  • But she’ll definitely say something along the lines of “YOU DID THIS TO ME, YOU BASTARD”
  • Gladio is scared
  • As I’ve said this before: the man is unfazed by astrals, deamons, and Gilgamesh himself….
  • But an angry wife…
  • He is shook
  • His wife probably comes close to breaking his hand by squeezing it way too hard.
  • Not even the King’s Shield is safe from his wife’s low-key superhuman strength 

Ignis

  • Noctis ends up coming to Iggy and his wife’s rescue to drive them to hospital
  • Ignis would totally navigate the roads completely blind for his wife, but… you know…
  • That’s frowned upon.
  • And dangerous.
  • Silly, desperate Iggy.
  • He goes into ultimate mom/”soon to be dad” mode
  • Noctis insists to stick around to play the role as “Ignis’s eyes”
  • Ignis remains relatively calm
  • Significantly calmer than the other bros by a long shot
  • Of course, he’s anxious. 
  • He’s going to be responsible for another human being’s life in a matter of hours. 
  • Anyone would be nervous.
  • He’s like his wife’s coach through the whole thing
  • He instructs her when to inhale and when to exhale
  • He offers his hand whenever she needs it.
  • He gets a cool wash rag to wipe the sweat from her forehead
  • Needless to say, the hospital staff is impressed with his mobility as a blind man
  • Iggy OP
  • Gives words of motivation and praise
  • Gives the occasional kiss to her forehead 
  • This is the ideal man you want by your side while giving birth, y'all. 
  • Confirmed.
  • Ultimate mom/dad.
I love you (MATURE)

I know this isn’t Marvel imagine, but i wrote this long time ago and thought maybe i should post it. 

The bed was so comfortable. She rolled around in her sleep and she felt like she was floating on the clouds. She starched her arm to touch her boyfriend, but all she met was more silky sheets. She slowly began to open her eyes, it took her some time before she could see properly. Her eyes needed some time to get used to the darkness.

That reminded her of the psychology class from the other day, when their teacher told them, that their eyes need thirty minutes before you could see anything.

She always found that very stupid, especially when she was walking to school in the morning. Her eyes didn’t need thirty minutes to get used to the darkness, she could see properly just after five minutes.

She looked around the room but she couldn’t find much known, and very dear silhouette to her. He was nowhere to be found, and that got her wondering, what he could be possibly doing at this time of the night. To be honest she didn’t know what time it was, and neither was she going to look, because it would be a crime to move from this holy position.

She was always laying on her stomach, she would much likely fall asleep on her back, but during the night she would always find her way back onto the stomach. It was the most comfortable pose ever. So she didn’t even bother to roll back and grab her phone form the night stand.

She was laying like that for solid ten minutes, even though it seemed to her like it was hours. She wasn’t sure how much time has passed, but she wondered how she didn’t fall asleep immediately. She is always the first one to fall asleep, she could lay anywhere, and within the minute, and she would be out.

But it was only because she was sleeping next to him, but when they were separated because of his tour and her school, she would barely get some kind of sleep. She just missed the warmth his body produced, the feeling of his strong, muscular hands wrapped around her body. His sweet little kisses all the way from her back, over her shoulder, around her neck and finally locking with hers. His low voiced “Goodnight” that was so innocence, but it would still send shivers down her spine.

She is so deeply in love with him, so over her head with him, he can make her lose her mind in less than a second. She would do anything for him, and that scares her the most. She never thought she would love anyone so much, it terrifies her sometimes. The thought that he holds her everything in his hands, her heart, her soul, her life, that one wrong word, move and she will be shuttered, broken, left in pieces.

He isn’t the type of person that would hurt her on purpose, he’s a sweet, loving and genuine guy. But lately he hasn’t been acting like himself. She understands that tour took a lot of his energy, and that all he wants now is peace and to relax, and she respects that. What hurts the most is when he says he needs to relax but he goes out with his friends, and comes home in early morning hours. She tried to confront him about it, but he would just raise his hands in the air, call her petty or just tell her that he missed them.

But so does she. She haven’t seen him in a year, all she wants now is, for him to wrap his hands around her, tell her he loves her and just cuddle for the rest of the day. She’s not asking for much, is she now? And even though he’s home now, she feels the same way she did when he was on tour. She misses him, and he’s right there, but just like he isn’t. She tried everything, she wonders if she did something wrong, is he mad at her, but anytime she would start a conversation about it, he would just push her off.

She let out a loud sigh and moved the covers from her body, and as soon as the silky sheets left her body, she felt shivers run down her spine, and only then she realised, the balcony doors were open, she was staring at them but she didn’t notice, not until now, and that’s exactly what he does to her. She wasn’t really sure why she felt the shivers because it wasn’t even cold.

And then she saw him, he was standing there, leaning onto balcony fence, looking so peaceful, maybe that’s the reason she felt them, her brain recognised him before she did. But one thing shocked her, he was smoking a cigarette. She was damn sure he stopped, at least that’s what he said. Well more correctly, that’s what he promised to do.

All she wanted to do was to go out, hug him from behind and just stay like that for hours. But she was afraid, afraid to move, because if he hears her, he will turn around and again go into his, now natural state, tensed.

She observed him for few more minutes, and then she decided to get up, she didn’t walk towards him, rather she went down to the kitchen and grab herself something to drink. She wasn’t really thirsty, but she couldn’t lay there anymore. She was so distracted that she almost fell over the pile of his clothes that was on the floor. And that little pile made her so angry, so she just wanted to turn around, go out and yell at him. Later on, she wasn’t even sure if she was mad about the pile, or about him in general.

She opened the fridge and just stared in, does she take bottle of water or apple juice. She went with just regular water, because she didn’t want anything sweet. She poured it into a glass and brought it to her lips, she was slowly drinking while looking through the kitchen window, into the dark, full of shadows, back yard. Shadows were playing around, enlighten the trees, now from this, now from that side. She calmed down a little bit, and she didn’t even hear him come.

Lately she was so distracted, it started to bother her. His low and quiet voice shook her out of her dreams. It was so quiet, but so was the house so it sounded like he was standing right behind her, but she knew he was either leaning onto kitchen door, or kitchen cabinets.

“Why are you up so late?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Does she tells him the truth, that she can’t sleep without him and that the person who sleeps with her now isn’t her boyfriend, but some stranger taking over his body? Or does she just lie to him, and tells him its school? She rather decided to say nothing but to stare through window again.

Now she could feel the smell of cigarette that he just smoked, and it bothered her so much. The smell was so unpleasant, she wanted to turn around and tell him to shower. She took a deep breath, put the glass into the sink, knowing that she’s going to wash it tomorrow. She slowly turned around, trying not to catch his gaze, slowly started walking towards their shared room.

Just as she thought she had passed him, she felt the strong grip on her hand. By then she was already pissed off, and all she could do was let out a loud groan. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer. Her face met his bare chest, and she appreciated the warmth and smell of his body, even though the smell of cigarette ruined it.

“I’m tired Justin, let me go, please.”

Her voice was low, she felt tired, but not physical tiredness, no the mental one was bigger problem.

“Apparently you’re not tired enough if you woke up at 2.30 a.m.” and what could she say to that. She hated it when he became cocky little shit, mostly because that wasn’t her Justin. She wanted to talk to him about everything, but she knew it would all turn into a fight, and for that, she was not ready.

“My mouth was dry, so it woke me up, can you please let me go now?”

She whispered into his chest, feeling her eyes getting wetter. No she didn’t want to cry, but sometimes we don’t cry because we’re weak, we cry because it’s the only way to let out the pain, the frustration. It’s the only way to make mental pain, physical. But she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she just didn’t.

But his question dried her eyes in a second, she again became frustrated and angry, but at the same time confused and sad. That’s what he does to her. Confuses her, completely.

“Why are you avoiding me? In the evening, you’re already sleeping even before I enter the room. You leave in the morning without a kiss, without a goodbye. When I want to make you feel good, and you know how good I make you feel, your head hurts, or you have an exam to study for, or just something else that doesn’t make any damn sense.”

She was indeed avoiding him, but she only did it because she thought that would protect her from him. She didn’t know why she needed the protection from him, but she felt that way, if he was going to push her away, she won’t be able to try and hold him.

She was once again speechless, or so she pretended she was. She was a burning lion, observing, but always ready to attack.

She felt his hand under her chin, pulling it up, to finally meet his gaze. Every single time she would look into his eyes, he would make her feel like she’s seeing him for the first time ever, that weird feeling in her stomach made her change her weight from her right to her left leg.

He looked at her, or more properly, he observed her, he was still waiting for an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t get one, not from her and not tonight. But did he even wanted it? No, he just needed her attention, but he didn’t realise he was the reason why she stopped giving him so much attention. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to him. He was making him go crazy, he hated her for that.

He moved so fast she didn’t even got to catch a breath before her back met stone cold wall. His hands were on each side of her body, her legs were wrapped around him, and they fit so perfectly. His face was so close, their noses touched and she could feel his hot breath on her face. He was looking deeply into her eyes like he was asking for permission, but she knew he wasn’t.

Their lips met, and there was no sweetness in it, no patience, only roughness. But she didn’t mind, he moved his left hand down her body and gripped her ass, ass his lips did the same, concentrating on her neck. His pace was at the same time rough but perfect. All she could do was let out a small moan, that made him lean more into her, and she could feel his smirk growing against her neck. She wrapped her hand around his muscles, digging her nails into his skin. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from her neck, and he moved her from cold wall to the kitchen table. She used the chance to take her shirt off.

As soon as her nipples were exposed and hit by cold air they got hard. His eyes moved from her lips to her breast and he didn’t waste any time. He took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. His mouth moved from her nipple to her mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? Let me make you feel the way I only know.”

He mumbled against her lips, the only response she offered him was a small whimper. He moved his lips down her jaw again, this time making sure to leave marks all the way from her neck to her breast. He moved his left hand down her body, until he reached her inner thigh. He moved the tips of his fingers against the sensitive skin, teasing her. She groaned and tried to pull herself closer to him, she was eager to fell his touch.

“Please, Justin” she whispered. Neither of them could wait any longer, but he felt indescribable pleasure teasing her. He slid his hand into her underwear, his fingers meeting her clit, rubbing it roughly. “So fucking wet.” He slid his fingers into her without a warning. Sudden pleasure made her let out loud moan, trying to get even closer to him, just so she could feel more of him.

“You keep moving closer to me, baby girl, even though there is no more place to move. See, only I make you feel this way. You should remember that.” He moved his lips from her neck and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I was going to tease you some more, but I just want to fuck the shit out of you.” he pulled his fingers out, pulled his Calvin Klein’s down, separated her legs and without a warning slammed into her. His mouth fell open while she moaned loudly. She wrapped her hands around his naked body, scratching his back.

“Fucking hell. You’re so tight, baby girl.” he hovered over her, making her back hit the cold table board. His mouth found her nipple and started nibbling onto it. Her mouth fell open from sudden pleasure. His hips found a perfect pace.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.” He groaned against her nipple. She wanted too, but the pleasure was too much and the only way she responded was through loud moan. But he wasn’t pleased with that. He slapped her ass, twice, once from right side, other time from left side. Burn that she felt after his hands made her whimper even more. When she still wasn’t responding, he picked his pace, even though she thought he couldn’t go any faster.

Their bodies moved in sync, and she could spot sweat dripping down his forehead. Even though the kitchen was very big, it became so hot in there that she wanted to jump out of her skin.

She felt his hand around her neck, griping her tightly, and the rough feeling almost pushed her over the edge, but he suddenly pulled out. The sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper.

“You’re not cumming, until you tell me how god I make you feel, you understand me?” she nodded and pulled her hips up, trying to get him to continue. But he just looked at her. She took a deep breath and started.

“You make me feel so-“but she wasn’t able to finish. He pushed into her with so much force, all she could do was scream. She could see a smirk playing on his lips, he was pleased with her answer.

She felt the well-known feeling and she knew she was close. She won’t be able to hold it any longer, but she could see he was just as close as she was.

“I feel you getting tighter around me. You wanna cum, baby girl?” His voice was low and husky and she only could nod.

“Yes, please.” She somehow mumbled in between the moans.

“Look at me, let’s cum together.” Their eyes met, and like it was their trigger, his movements became sloppier and he let out a loud groan, while she screamed out his name, scratching his back. She could feel him feeling her up with his jounces and it was the best feeling.

“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, they both tried to catch a breath after an amazing experience.

“I love you.” he leaned closer and locked their lips once again. “I love you” she mumbled against his lips.

He picked her into his arms and carried her to their shared room.

prompt from @sanverspotsticker – “Clark meets Maggie kinda in the way he met Mon El tonight”


She’s not that excited to meet him.

He’s only Alex’s cousin.

He’s only Superman.

And Maggie Sawyer is not – will not be – Winn Schott.

Winn, who practically tumbled down a flight of stairs when Superman flew back in (Vasquez lost ten bucks to Maggie in the process).

She’s certainly not excited to meet him.

It’s not like she idolized him growing up.

No, she’s not excited to meet him at all. 

Because he’s only Alex’s cousin.

So she’s not excited.

She’s absolutely terrified.

It had gone well with Alex’s mom, and Kara was warming up to her.

It had gone well with J’onn, and with Alex’s brothers.

But Clark was the extended family; Clark was the part of the family that Maggie was shuttled out to at fourteen. The part of the family who hated her, perhaps, even more than the parents who didn’t have to deal with her anymore.

So, ordinarily, she’d be nearly tumbling down those stairs right alongside Winn.

But this isn’t just Superman.

This is Alex’s cousin.

Alex watches her with curious eyes and a soft grin. She knows what a big fan of Leslie Willis, Cat Grant, James Olsen, Batwoman – the list goes on – that Maggie is.

Superman’s sure to be on the list.

So Alex nudges her slightly right before Clark catches her eye, before he tilts his head, before he strides over to them with a midwestern gait and a small smile in the middle of a war, because his cousin’s never giggled about anyone before, but god, she giggles about Maggie.

So, war or no war – dire circumstances or not – Clark is eager to meet his cousin’s girlfriend.

He holds out a warm hand, slight wariness mixed with genuine welcome in his eyes.

“You must be the woman my cousin is absolutely crazy about,” he offers, and Alex tries not to preen.

“Maggie Sawyer,” Maggie nods and shakes firmly, her voice somewhat smaller than it usually is, her eyes somewhat shier. 

“You’re treating her right?” he asks, even though he knows the answer. 

“I try to every second of every day,” Maggie tells him, restraining herself from adding a “sir” to the end of her sentence. She reminds herself that Kara used to change this guy’s diapers.

Superman grins, and his smile is almost as bright as his cousins’. “And is she treating you right?” he asks while Alex pffts and shoves him.

But Maggie’s voice is solemn, serious, when she answers.

“No one’s ever treated me better.”

Alex’s giggle cuts off mid-breath, and Clark holds Maggie’s eyes with such intensity that they almost start up his heat vision.

She holds his gaze, her chin up, her eyes earnest, her palms somewhat clenched at her sides.

And then she’s being pulled into a long, warm, surprisingly gentle hug.

From Superman.

She tries not to squeal.

“You two should spend a weekend with Lois and I in Metropolis when this is all over. She’d love to meet the newest member of the Danvers family, Maggie.”

Before Maggie can stammer out a response, the radio buzzes with information about a fresh attack west of the DEO.

Superman points upwards, and Alex nods.

“Up, up, and away,” he winks at Maggie, taps his index finger underneath Alex’s chin, and soars toward danger.

“Superman hugged me!” Maggie’s voice is slightly strained.

“Thought it was no big deal, he’s only my cousin?” Alex grins and nudges her with her shoulder as they both head back to tactical command.

“But he hugged me,” Maggie repeats, and she sounds an awful lot like Winn.

This time, Vasquez owes Alex ten bucks.

Diana and non-kills.

So there’s no doubt that Diana has killed before, ever since George Perez Diana has never had a ‘no kill’ code. Diana is a clear warrior, but she also has a code.

Diana won’t kill if she could just knock people out instead, and sure she’s killed soldiers but then @tinygrumpshaw pointed out, when she cleared the second room Diana didn’t actually kill the soldiers there! 

Look at this:

The soldier comes forward takes out his pistol and then Diana knocks out the pistol from his hand and it flies off his hand before she slams her shield into him. 

The amazing precision control of Diana knocking the pistol away without slicing off the soldier’s fingers? Amazing.

And then she reverses her grip holding the sword by the blade and proceeds to use it as a bludgeon. 

Diana then leaps up, pivots midair, slams the shield on the helmet, and the soldier fall, unconscious. 

Diana goes to the next, the soldier raises his rifle to block her sword but the rifle has no chance against both sword and Diana’s momentum. It is cut in half and because Diana is holding the sword by the blade the pommel and handle is the one that slams on to the soldier’s chest. 

He falls from the impact, unconscious. 

Diana’s kill count in No Man’s Land is actually a lot smaller than I thought. Aside from the soldiers, she throws out windows (could still be alive but more probably dead), and the sniper. Diana actively fights to kill during the Themyscira attack and after the Fog of Death. 

anonymous asked:

Feysand + #15(touching nsfw)

Touching Headcanon:

- In public they make it a game to see who can get away with the most touching.

- It slowly progresses from innocent touching to something more intimate.

- Feyre’s hand slides up and down Rhysand’s thigh underneath the dinner table

- Rhysand can’t even contain his hungry gaze as he gives Feyre a look that promises she will get her fill of him later…quite literally.

- Eventually Amren calls them out at dinner and tells them just to get home already since everyone else at the table would like to eat.

“I suppose we will have dessert later,” Rhysand smirks and takes Feyre hand who rolls her eyes at the innuendo.

- When Rhys and Feyre arrive back at the townhouse he instantly has her pinned against the wall.

-Their clothes frantically fall to the floor as their hands roam each other.

- Rhysand lifts Feyre up so that her legs wrap around him and her center is pressed against his already hardened member.

- Feyre rubs against Rhys as he carries them up the stairs and into their bedroom. When he pushes her onto the bed his throat emits a growl that makes Feyre pause in anticipation.

- The High Lady of the Night Court isn’t about to let her mate have all the fun.

- Her fingers skim across his wings. Making sure to stroke the exact spots that leave Rhysand quivering with need.

- But then his hand pins her wrists down. His voice is smooth and deep. Like the shadows and darkness that make up his powers as he leans down to whisper in her ear.

“I get to taste you first High Lady.”

“And if I want a taste now High Lord? Would you deny your mate what she wants?”

- Rhysand’s laugh is a rumble against Feyre’s throat. He moves his hips against her once. Then twice. The weight of him between her legs has Feyre arching upward for more contact.

- “I would never deprive my darling Feyre of what she desires…she just has to have patience.”

- Rhysand moves slowly down Feyre’s body. Making sure to remove clothing as he goes until she is finally bare underneath him. It’s then - and only then - when he finally indulges in the sweet taste of her by running his tongue at her entrance. 

- Feyre grips the sheets. Determined not to inflate Rhysand’s ego as he works his magic with his tongue.

- Rhysand isn’t too please about his mate’s silence and decides to increase the pressure and speed of his licking. His hands grip her hips and pull her closer. Roughly. So much so that Feyre gasps and almost lets out a moan as Rhysand utterly devours her.

- Then Rhysand moans against her. The vibrations of it undo Feyre and her tremors of pleasure are so strong that Rhysand has to hold her hips down so he can lick up every last drop.

- That night they tease each other so much with their touches. A lick on a wing. Teeth nipping at thighs. It goes on for so long until their self-control snaps and they give into the primal instincts that keep them in bed for the next day.

Savior Ink

Every artist has their signature and hers, it’s cover-ups. Sometimes it’s to mask a now unwanted tat but her favorite is to cover a scar, or as she likes to explain to her clients, honor it. She gets a rush at taking something unwanted and turning into something to cherish.“ 

(Modern AU / Rated T / 3200 words / AO3


The heels of her boots are loud against the poured concrete floor of the hallway, the last quiet spot before reaching the constant swarm beyond the double swinging doors. Ten years in and she still quickens her pace to enter the one place she’s ever felt it in her heart to call home. The buzzing hits her like a lover’s embrace, melting the tension from her shoulders brought on by a restless night’s sleep.

Ruby’s client’s tongue is trapped between her red tipped fingers, slightly swollen from the shiny new  barbell piercing she’s securing with a sultry wink. Emma can practically feel the pheromones pulsing around the pair as the beautiful asian owner of said tongue blushes furiously as Ruby’s thumb brushes against her bottom lip. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Ruby will be offering to show this new client how to really make use of that piercing, with hands and tongue on demonstration devoid of any clothes.

Emma catches Belle’s eye from behind the counter and they share a knowing smile, both of them used to Ruby’s sexual adventures thanks to her love for giving the entire shop a very detailed play by play.

“Hey Ems, there’s coffee on your station.”

Ah, salvation. Belle is seriously the best, keeping this pack of lady tattoo artists organized and as drama free as possible, considering they’ve all gotten on the same damn cycle.

“What would I do without you?”

Belle just waves her off and goes back to adding to the schedule of appointments on the computer. There’s already three people waiting on the sunken leather couch in the front corner and Emma starts the process of getting her station set up for the day. Other than the appointment with Anton later on tonight to finally finish the intricate beanstalk tattoo on his back, she’s free for the rest of the day for walk-ins.

“I call dibs on stubbled and broody in the armchair, darling. He’s just this side of smarmy and I need the eye candy to help me wake up.”

“Whatever.”

Emma doesn’t even look up from her prep as Crue slinks by on wispy limbs towards her prey. Here’s hoping the guy wants a dog tattoo, cause that’s just about the only thing that woman is good at.

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levi-snk  asked:

Hey mama how would the 104th and vets react to accidentally walking in on Levi naked? Love ya!!

Mikasa: Turn red, turn around, slam the door
Reiner: “Lol sorry”, tells everyone about it later
Bertholdt: Sweating intensifies, can’t move
Annie: Might have thrown up in her mouth a little
Eren: Apologize for it the next ten years
Jean: So grossed out tat he washes his eyes afterwards
Marco: “Oh, sorry sir!” Leaves again
Sasha: Yells that she’s sorry and slams the door shut
Connie: :/ “SORRY”
Historia: “EW”
Armin: fuckfuckfuckfufkcufkcufkckfuffkcufkcufkcuf
Ymir: unimpressed “gross” gets out
Levi: Wow that would be weird, huh?
Hanji: Come into the room anyway and talk to Levi as if nothing’s wrong
Erwin: “I didn’t wanna disturb you, I’ll come back later” goes back out
Nanaba: Holds her hands in front of her eyes, apologizes and leaves, doesn’t mention it again later or ever
Mike: laughs once and gets out
Moblit: “oh fuck, sorry”