his hand in her hair

Caryl Family Headcanons #1
  • when sophia was a toddler she’d wait every evening by the big window in the living room for daryl to pull into the driveway of their house. when she spots the family car she starts squealing and waving and doesn’t stop until he waves back with a big grin on his face. then she bolts for the door and launches herself on him, throwing her little arms around his neck.
  • when carol was pregnant with sophia one of their daily rituals was daryl reading a short story every night in bed to her and their unborn daughter. he always rested his head close to her belly while he read and she ran her hand through his hair and couldn’t stop smiling. after sophia was born she had a lot of nightly crying fits and one of the things that immediately calmed her down was hearing daryl’s voice.
  • sophia loves it when carol does her hair and teaches her new ways to style them. she owns more glitter hair clips and bows than she can count and she loves to use them on daryl as well. she needs someone to practice her skills on she told him one day in a very serious voice and he can never tell her no when she looks at him with big puppy eyes.
  • since the day carol found out she was pregnant she started writing in a diary and over the months and years it turned into a huge scrapbook. she put pictures in it, sophia’s first baby socks, her drawings and one of the pressed cherokee roses daryl had given her the day they left the hospital with their baby daughter. sophia loves that book and all the stories hidden in it and she often asks carol to snuggle up on their couch in front of the fireplace to hear them all over again.
lord of shadows snippet

They were far out from shore now—it was a shining line in the distance, the highway a ribbon of moving lights, the houses and restaurants along the coastline glimmering. “Well, as it turns out, my parents didn’t die in the ocean.” Emma took a shuddering breath. “They didn’t drown.”

“Knowing that doesn’t wipe out years of bad dreams.” Julian glanced toward her. The wind blew soft tendrils of his hair against his cheekbones. She remembered what it felt like to have her hands in that hair, how holding him had anchored her not just to the world, but to herself.

“I hate feeling like this,” she said, and for a moment even she wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “I hate being afraid. It makes me feel weak.”

“Emma, everyone’s afraid of something.” Julian moved slightly closer. “We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don’t wish you didn’t fear anything. All that would mean is that you don’t feel anything.”

“Jules—” She started to turn toward him in surprise at the intensity in his voice, but paused when she heard Cristina’s footsteps quicken, and then her voice, raised in recognition, calling:


a slip of the tongue.
  • when james deflates his head and matures a bit, he actually manages to become friends with lily evans
  • like, really good friends who have comfortable conversations and make each other laugh, and it’s great, really great
  • but there’s a problem: james is still in love with her
  • like, crazily in love and he tries to hide it, but he automatically smiles when she walks into the room, and his eyes soften when he sees her, and his gaze flickers to her lips when she speaks and he cannot help it
  • and it is painfully obvious to literally everybody… except lily
  • she somehow remains oblivious to the fact that the boy who is quickly becoming one of her closest friends just wants to hold her and run his hands through her hair and tell her every day how desperately in love with her he is
  • (he also wants to push her against a wall and snog her senseless, but that’s neither here nor there)
  • and james can accept things as they are because lily really doesn’t see him in that way and he’s not going to risk losing what they have
  • so he just swallows his feelings and feels like he’s dying a little every day, no big deal
  • but then they’re all in the three broomsticks, squeezed into a smaller booth than normal, and when james ends up next to lily, he’s positive the universe hates him and he’s going to go mad because he’s never been so close to her in his life and it’s simultaneously ecstasy and torture
  • but he manages to play it cool because lily seem completely unperturbed by their proximity (damn)
  • what he doesn’t realise, because she manages to play it cool too, is that lily is actually very aware that james is pressed up against her; they’re literally shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, knee to knee
  • and it gives her tingles
  • ‘oh,’ she thinks. then it clicks. oh. oh no
  • because it suddenly hits her that maybe the way she’s been thinking about james lately, like admiring his physique in his quidditch uniform or the cute way he adjusts his glasses or the captivating way he runs his fingers through his hair, hasn’t been exactly platonic
  • and now it’s all she can think about; he’s all she can think about
  • and suddenly it’s her turn to try and hide the fact that she’s in love
  • she does about as a good a job of it as james does
  • and he does about as a good a job as her at being oblivious
  • (everyone else in the school is going mad)
  • at the next hogsmeade visit, when they somehow end up alone together because everyone else is conveniently busy, they both try not to make too big a deal about it and fail horribly because it’s a massive deal when you’re in love with the person sitting across the table from you and shit, did this count as a date?
  • but they’re still friends, so they somehow manage to get through lunch despite the romantic and sexual tension between them
  • then james steals some of lily’s food
  • “oi!” she moves to slap the back of his hand, but it’s too late and he laughs as he comes away with a handful of chips
  • she shoots him a murderous glare which just makes him laugh harder and she adores the sound of his laughter so she laughs, too
  • she shakes her head. “you’re incorrigible!”
  • “you love it,” he jokes
  • “i love you,” she says

  • shit
  • shit shit shit
  • they’ve both frozen; james has forgotten how to breathe and lily is wishing she could sink through the floor
  • “do…” he starts, but trails off because he’s scared, terrified, of finishing the question, because maybe she’ll give him an answer he doesn’t want to hear
  • and lily does briefly consider taking it back; she knows she could add, ‘as a friend!’ to the end of that sentence and they could pretend it never happened and everything would go back to the way it was and they could stay friends
  • except she’s so bloody sick of being his friend, she’s so tired of pretending that friendship with james potter is enough for her when it isn’t, it’s never going to be enough
  • so she takes a deep breath before whispering, “yes.”
  • she watches in awe as a familiarly warm grin spreads slowly across his face
  • “you’re the only person i’ve ever been in love with,” he finally admits and when her face lights up, it feels like he’s swallowed a sun

westallen + slow mo kisses

LORD OF SHADOWS snippet: (illustrated by the wonderful CASSANDRA JEAN)

When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.

He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.

If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.

Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.

“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.

Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”

What’s really problematic with all this Riley Discourse going around is how y’all are ignoring Bellamy and Riley’s relationship. I mean, are you guys forgetting how Riley was a janitor with Bellamy on the Ark? How in Bellamy’s darkest, loneliest hours, he found solace with Riley in the broom closet, after their shifts were done. His touch was the tenderest Bellamy ever knew.

In fact, I think it’s clear that Bellamy was only drawn to Clarke because she reminded him of Riley, her blonde hair like Riley’s thick hair, her hands sure like his, her eyes the same shade of blue. I mean, it’s clear the first time Clarke approached him in the dropship, Bellamy thought, hoped, it was Riley.

Please, remember Rillamy.

Some Bughead-canons (See what I did there ;))

~Everyone knows that if you’re in a platonically involved with Jughead Jones, then you ain’t touching his clothes.

~So that’s how Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones reveal their relationship to the entire school- with Betty wearing Jughead’s plaid shirt, beanie, and even suspenders once.

~Jughead falls asleep with his head in Betty’s lap very often.

~She takes that opportunity to run her hands through his amazing hair.

~Betty loves the small little mole he has on his cheek; she didn’t notice it for a year after they’d met.

~Jughead’s favourite physical feature of Betty would be her eyes.

~Big and blue, they were seemingly innocent and simple, but gave way to a much darker, complex and brilliant character.

~And Betty’s favourite feature of Juggie would be his smile- His smiles are rare, and not usually completely genuine, but the ones that are- they’re beautiful.

~Jughead likes reading; and so does Betty. He introduces her to his favourite childhood book- The Book Thief, plus many many many more.

~He’s incredulous that she hasn’t read the Percy Jackson Series- and when she finally does; they get mutually upset about how Percy said ‘I love you’ to Annabeth via Piper’s point of view.

~Archie eventually becomes jealous of their relationship- seeing what Jughead has with Betty reiterates the fact that he could’ve had that,

~But when he expresses these feelings to Betty, she shuts him down. It’s this moment when she realises that she loves Jughead.

~She immediately excuses herself to Archie (they’re sitting in a booth at Pop’s) and runs all the way to Jughead’s house (he finally has one).

~And confesses her love for him.

~He says it back and they kiss-

~It’s literally a scene from every rom-com, but even better.

~Jughead is the only friend (well, boyfriend, but she doesn’t know that) who Alice Cooper doesn’t hate with every fibre of her being.

~Polly Cooper likes him as well; he helped Betty get her out of that terrible home for troubled youths.

~Betty and Jughead have their issues, though,

~A part of him still thinks she loves the redhead next door and he’s just an irrelevant part of the endgame that is Betty and Archie.

~And she shuts him out sometimes when she’s angry about something completely unrelated to him.

~They have their first fight when Betty ignores him for three days; she was stewing over some silly little issue they can’t even recall.

~They make up by having an intense make out sesh.

~But they know sex and making out isn’t going to help them mature in this relationship,

~So they try and talk it out as well.

~So all in all, they have a healthy relationship.

~Date nights at Pop’s- on the roof.

~Sleuthing and being detectives for the newspaper- Riverdale’s scandals are in danger of being exposed with these two,

~Intense make-out sessions in the Blue and Gold office,

~Plus broom closets,

~And abandoned classrooms.

~Alice Cooper finds out they’re dating each other through Betty’s diary.

~To everyone’s astonishment, she lets them stay together.

~Though not without a few insults towards Jughead.

~But he knows that one should never take Alice Cooper’s depreciations to heart.

~Jughead doesn’t turn up at school one day, without telling Betty, and he doesn’t answer her texts.

~So Betty, with her perfect grades and perfect attendance skips class,

~And makes her way to the small trailer he shares with his father.

~He overslept, nothing to worry about.

~But they take that opportunity to go on a day long date,

~And it’s that day on which they lose their virginity to each other,

~After that, it’s just intense lust for each other.

~Both apply to NYU in their senior year.

~Both get in.

~Finally Alice Cooper is proud of her daughter.

~They almost break up before graduating.

~But the gang convinces each of them separately why they should stay together,

~And they do.

~But they love each other, and they know they’re probably going to spend the rest of their lives together.

~And for now, Betty is the happiest girl in the universe and Jughead is the most content guy.

~Their love story will be a legendary tale in Riverdale one day.

Sam like ‘why would you want them to smell like food??’


three months later and another evening of 'digging into the lore’ has turned into 'making out with the friendly young archivist at the state records office in back’, a stimulating conversation about local history somehow stumbling into mutual stimulation of a rather more physical kind. sam’s got his hand in her hair, fist full of soft golden-blonde curls, and he’s nibbling his way down her neck when he gets a noseful of dusty leathery scent and is like

'mmmmm, smells like books’

…and then catches himself with a lurch, 'oh god’.

Braids, Pigtails, and A Princess Payback

Dean let go of Ellie’s red hair and looked up at you. He was clearly very proud of his handy work. Dean hand tried to braid her hair, but the result was a mixture of dreads and pigtails and what kind of looked like braids. It was a hot mess whatever it was.

“Ta-Da!” he smiled as he took a step back from your daughter and surveyed his creation. You placed your hand over your mouth and stifled a giggle. Your daughter’s face immediately contorted in concern as she jump down from the bar stool and ran toward the bathroom.

You giggled as she darted past you. “It’s not that bad, kid,” you promised as she continued toward the bathroom.

Just then Sam stepped in the room. He smiled and watched his niece zip by. “Nice hair, kid,” he laughed, and you punched him in the shoulder.

“What?” Sam asked, not sure what he had missed.

“I think we are gonna have a full blown melt down in five, four, three, two…”

Suddenly Ellie’s screams filled the bunker. “Daddy!!! What did you do?!” She bellowed from the bathroom. You turned to look at Dean who had a look of sheer panic on his face.

“You did that?” Sam laughed, an amused look spreading across his face.

“Shut up, dude. Like you could do better,” Dean challenged.

“Bet, I could,” he chortled, heading for the bathroom. “Need some help, Ellie. Uncle Sam knows a few tricks,” he said, but before he reached the bathroom she slammed it shut.

Both you and Dean burst into laughter. Your five year old had a mind of her own. She knew if dad couldn’t do her hair, uncle Sammy sure as hell couldn’t do it either.

“Come on, El,” Sam pleaded, knocking on the door.

“No way. I want mom,” you heard her whine.

That was the final word right there. Sam threw his arms up in resignation as he walked by you. You patted him on the shoulder, still laughing. “Valiant effort, Sammy.”

“Ellie Ann, you better unlock that door before I get there,” you warned as you walked down the hall. It swung open before you were half way down the hall, your daughter stepping into the hall, her arms crossed over her tiny chest.

“Daddy is gonna pay for this,” she huffed, her brow furrowed in anger.

You scooped her into your arms, kissing her angry brow. “Now Ellie. He really thought he was helping, didn’t you Dean?”

“Sorry, Princess. Make it up to you?” He offered. You knew those were dangerous words because you never knew just how Ellie would choose to make you pay her back when you owed her.

“Okay,” she said, perking up at his offer. “I know just the thing,” she smiled, jumping down from your arms and grabbing him by the hand, pulling him toward her room. “I’m gonna make you a pretty princess.” Dean groaned and she stopped in the middle of the hall, rounding on him, her hands landing on her hips, glaring at him. “And you’re going to like it,” she said, poking him in the chest.

He looked back at you, his eyebrow raised, a small smirk on his lips. You giggled behind your hand as he mouthed, “What the fuck? She is just like you.” Before Ellie dragged him the rest of the way down the hall to her room.

“Paybacks a bitch,” Sam laughed as he watched Dean be dragged away.

Ellie’s head whipped around, her eyes locking with Sam’s. “Watch it Uncle Sam, or you’ll be next,” she warned before continuing down the hall with Dean.

You bust into laughter. She was definitely your kid. You hoped that wore off as she grew or the three of you were so screwed.

He pulled her close and began to kiss her. First her lips, then her cheek, and then her neck. Her skin was like fire, as if she’d been lying in the sun for hours, and when he kissed her lips again, he felt her fold her body into his. He buried his hands in her hair, continuing to kiss her as he slowly backed her against the wall of the workshop. He loved her, he wanted her, and as they continued to kiss, he could feel her arms moving over his back and shoulders. Her touch was electric against his skin, her breath hot against his, and he felt himself slipping away to a place governed only by his senses.

Doll Face

Prompt: Being the Joker’s sex slave.

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Warning: Smut, rough sex, choking(with belt), over stimulation.

Word Count: 1.3k

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Remake of this gifset because bless the new gif size limit.



Desc: Kai’s father kidnaps reader, causing Kai to burst into a frantic, bloody, and violent rage as he does everything he can to protect you.

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She woke up in the back of his trunk, hands bound with cloth, hair sprawled around her precious face. She blinked her bright eyes open and rolled to her side, the pain that seared through her like hot red fire. She was wearing the same outfit of that as when she’d been knocked out by Joshua parker, a black tee and dark skinnies. She began to kick into the trunk, screaming out, not for herself, but for him.

“KAI!” She screeched in desperation, unable to break the magically sealed binds on her wrists.

It had been early nightfall when Kai’s father had come after her. She’d been able to catch only a moment’s peace with her treasured heretic before a bright blast had hit her in the back, and she’d crumpled onto the floor, the last sound she heard being Kai’s voice crying her name. She knew why Joshua had kidnapped her; it was the only way he could get Kai, and end him once and for all. Now it was dark out, probably around midnight, she presumed from the stars in the pitch black sky.

Suddenly, the car trunk was thrown open, shimmering rays of silver moonlight illuminating her saviors face.

“Kai,” she choked.

His hands were drenched in fresh ruby red blood, big blue eyes lacking their usual glow, lips bent downwards in such a way that the goofball she’d gotten to know seemed almost unrecognizable. His white tee was torn and covered in dirt, long arms stretching into the trunk as he grasped her curled and feeble form in his strong hold.

“Oh god, oh god,” he whispered frantically, more to himself than her. He scooped her bridal style into his arms, eyes flickering across her confused face. His slender fingers came up to brush a stray strand of hair back behind her ears, whispering an incantation under his breath that melted the binds on her wrists.

“I’m okay,” she reassured him as he gingerly set her on her feet and onto the soil.

“This is all my fault,” he breathed, hands cupping at her face, tears coming to his eyes. “Y/N, please, run.”

“I’m not leaving you,” she protested, locking her fingers around his, eyebrows furrowed.

“Now would be a good time to say your goodbye’s,” a voice said from behind her.

Joshua Parker stood with his right hand raised, the left side of his face bruised up from where she assumed Kai had hit him. The look in his eyes was dark and cold, he had no regret for what he was going to do to his own son, nor what he had done in the past. The green grass seemed to droop where he walked, an aura of relentless hatred around his body.

Kai spun away from her at once, eyes locking on his father, his hands raising in front of her like a shield, silver rings glinting under the starlight.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled, his voice dropping low, expression hardening. “Or I swear, I will gladly rip your throat out and tear you apart limb from limb.” Kai’s jaw was set, eyes hooded, and something about the way he spoke and held himself almost scared her, he never acted like this.

His father raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, eyes landing on the girl.

“Ka-” she began.

But in another moment she was thrown forward, her body ragdolling as she went soaring through the air and crumbling onto the ground at Joshua’s feet. A searing pain burst through her arm, and she went rolling onto her side, vision momentarily going black. Joshua parker raised a finger and drew a slit in the air, which began to slice a long red mark across her pale cheeks. Kai leapt forward, her name tumbling off his lips as he dashed into an invisible wall that held him back from her. An orange glow appeared as he began to siphon the magic, but it was so slow that nothing seemed to happen.

“Fool,” his father spat. “I didn’t want to kill you, that would be too kind. So instead you’ll watch as I take the one thing from your life that brought you happiness.”

He drew another slice in the air, now cutting down the flesh of her stomach, and she screamed out in agony as blood spilled across her front and over her trembling hands, tears flooding down her cheeks as Kai screamed out in anguish, his hands clawing at the barrier, knees shaking as he sobbed at the sight of her, looking more broken than ever.

“Please, PAPA!” Kai begged, so scared and fragile, just like the boy who had once been abused and isolated by everyone he loved.

She stretched an arm across the grass, fingertips touching the invisible shield. She was too weak to talk, but her fingers spread across the wall, he knew exactly what she wanted to say.

“Don’t,” he cried, raising his palm against the other side, fingers spreading out against hers, lower lip trembling as his own tears travelled across them.

She gasped out, body convulsing suddenly, the blood draining from her body and onto the grass. She gave a feeble smile to him, unable to utter how much she loved him in any other way.

All at once, where their fingers touched, the invisible barrier began to crack, shattering into a thousand pieces as it disintegrated under their contact. Kai stared in awe as the spell melted into his skin, his eyes closing as the magic flooded into his system like a drug. His fingers traced patterns across her flesh, wounds closing at once, the electricity from his magic sending electrical currents into her healed body. He stood up, eyes fluttering open as he cracked his neck with a faint smirk. His father stared in disbelief, taking a step back when he realized his defense system was down. Joshua gulped down the nervous lump in his throat as Kai approached him slowly, lips splitting into a twisted grin. Kai lifted two of his fingers into the air, and his father began to rise from the ground, panic spreading across his features. Kai released him at just the position where he wouldn’t die, but would instead be filled with intense agony. 

“How does that feel, papa?” he asked, snapping his father’s legs with a flick of his wrist. He twisted his fingers, and blood went exploding from his father’s body and onto Kai’s front, to which Kai chuckled, drunk off the rush.

Joshua screamed out in pain, his voice filling the empty night, begging Kai to let him live.

“Kai, stop,” she gasped, watching in horror as he assumed an identity so unlike his own. She dragged herself off the earth and onto her feet, eyes pleading with his own.

Kai froze, dark glare softening under her gaze, “he tried to hurt you, and anyone who tries to lay so much as a finger on you deserves worse than death,” he snarled.

She grabbed his wrists before he could turn away, defiant as she grasped him tightly. 

“You’re better than him,” she stated.

Kai tried to turn his head away, unable to resist her control, but she forced his jaw back to hers. 

“Hey, hey, look at me,” she commanded.

Kai’s teeth gritted together as he blinked through his long lashes with a shake of his head.

“You’re better,” she whispered softly.

She brought him back down from his craze, and Kai sighed, his shoulders relaxing, full lips parting as he went to speak.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she made out Joshua parker, raising his arm to give one final move before he collapsed for good. He coughed out a spell, and Kai’s ears began to ring, hands flying to his temples as he crumpled to the ground from the noise flooding his body. The girl caught Kai’s body as he sunk to the dirt and cried out, his blue eyes pained as they held to hers, and in the second where she saw him like that, where she was unable to do anything but watch him die, she understood.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” she snarled and dashed over to Kai’s father, arm swinging out as she dove towards his crumpled form. Her fist went smashing into his jaw, which cracked under the force, blood exploding across her knuckles. She slammed her fist in one more time for good measure, heart racing as Joshua Parker went still under her blow. She didn’t even care when his eyes met with hers before glazing over, she didn’t care when his heart failed to beat, nor when his body went still.

“Y/N,” Kai’s voice was distant as he pulled himself up to approach her.

She breathed heavily, hair all across her eyes as she stared in disbelief at her bloodied hands. She spun around, eyes locking with Kai’s blue ones. He looked at her with bewilderment, which was fair enough considering he’d never seen her act this way.

“Are you going to make me apologize,” she murmured, voice low. “Because I am sorry, but not for what I did to him. I’m sorry I let you let him live another second.”

Kai was close to her now, eyes flickering across her dark facial expression, wanting to feel scared or sad because of her newfound rage, but with blood on her hands and black in her eyes, he just couldn’t stop himself. His hands grabbed at her cheeks, forcing her face into his as her lips went crashing against his own. Her hands came up against his jaw, and both of them groaned softly against each other’s mouths as their bloody hands left red across their faces.

“I’ve never felt more scared of anything than I have about losing you,” her voice cracked as she pulled back, nose squishing against his. “I love you so so much Malachai Parker,” he face softened, eyes glistening with tears. “I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person, I just-” she stumbled softly.

He pecked at her lips, bringing his bloodied fingers to her cheek and drawing a crimson heart on her flesh.

“Love makes us do crazy things,” he finished.