i just love drawing hands okay

“Drinks?” Alec closes the door behind him, watching as Magnus steps away from him to head for the drink cart.

“No, I…” Alec grabs Magnus’s hand and stops him in his tracks. “Magnus…” He draws a breath when Magnus turns to meet his eyes, and he can’t help smiling. “I don’t want a drink. I just want… I just want you.” He sighs, tugging Magnus closer. He drops Magnus’s hand and lifts his to the warlock’s face, his free hand finding Magnus’s waist.

The day Magnus made that choice; the day Magnus walked away from him, Alec had felt his world shatter. He’s never felt about anything or anyone the way he feels for Magnus. Nothing felt right. Everything felt off-kilter. He meant what he said. He can’t think straight without Magnus in his life.

“After everything, I just…” Alec licks his lips, his gaze drifting over Magnus’s face for a moment before meeting his eyes. “I love you, Magnus. I need to just.. just be with you. No Shadowhunters, no magic, no threats, just you,” He leans in closer, “and me.” Their lips brush, and he can feel Magnus smile.

“I think,” Magnus murmurs, his hands finding Alec’s chest, “that that is one request I would be more than happy to oblige.” Relief washes over Alec as he pulls Magnus in, kissing him soundly.

This is where they belong: together. No matter what, they always find their way back to each other, and Alec knows he will do whatever it takes to ensure that, always. Magnus holds the reins to his soul, and Alec can’t remember what it was like before he loved him. And he doesn’t want to.

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

Just Right

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Requested. No. I just really wanted to do something fluffy about Shawn admitting his feelings for you. Kinda sucks but who cares 

Word count: 2,016

She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.

Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun. Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.

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Riding Out The Storm

CW: Depression, self-deprecating thoughts, anxiety

Notes: Written for @abstractedthinking who is having a hard time. Just a short little thing. Sorry if it’s a little rough around the edges, I’ve got a pretty bad headache today D:<  

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Patton hadn’t seen Virgil all day. 

That by itself wasn’t terribly alarming, but then there’d been the anxious side’s behavior before he’d disappeared: withdrawn, uncertain around the others, more likely to shy away from physical contact. The clues were subtle, but Patton had learned to spot them long ago. Combined with his all-day disappearing act, there was no doubt in Patton’s mind: Virgil was having an episode. 

He waited until Logan and Roman had retired for the evening before seeking Virgil. It was always better to confront him when there was less likelihood of being interrupted. He knew Virgil wouldn’t be asleep; he rarely slept anyway, and during the episode, there would be…distractions, keeping him awake. 

Patton’s jaw firmed a little as he climbed the stairs. Distractions, indeed. A familiar curl of anger uncoiled in his gut, but he suppressed it. Now was not the time for his own emotional response; now was the time to be there for Virgil. 

He didn’t knock when he reached the anxious side’s door. But he did pull out the key Virgil had given him, all those months ago. He’d pressed it into Patton’s hand, eyes averted, and mumbled, “Just in case.” 

Patton hadn’t asked ‘in case what.’ He’d suspected he’d know, when the time came to use the key. 

He pushed the key into the lock and opened Virgil’s door, slipping inside and closing it behind him. He blinked, willing his eyes to adjust. “Virgil?” 

A soft whimper met his ears, and he squinted, trying to see through the shadows. They eventually resolved themselves just enough to see the vague lumpy shape of Virgil’s bed–and the dark shape of Virgil, curled up in its center. 

Patton reluctantly let go of the doorknob and stepped into the unnatural black. It wasn’t just the absence of light that made Virgil’s room like this sometimes, he knew, but an invasion of shadows: the darker thoughts, doubts, and fears that Virgil worked so hard to keep from Thomas. 

And he did an amazing job, he really did. But sometimes they overcame him all the same, and he’d confided to Patton, not long ago, that they could hound him for days or even weeks at a time, if no one intervened. 

Patton’s heart had broken, thinking of all the times no one had. Of all the times in the past that Virgil had vanished, and the’yd all chalked it up to the anxious side simply being ‘emo,’ or ‘broody.’ Not once had any of them thought to check on him–to find out if he needed help. 

Guilt tried to choke Patton’s throat and pushed, burning, at the back of his eyes. We left him alone for so long, he thought sorrowfully. He suffered so much, and it was our fault. My fault. I could’ve–

NO. 

Patton’s mouth twisted into a silent snarl, and he forced the thoughts from his mind. The shadows were subtle, but he’d learned to recognize them, when they began to work at him. And he’d learned ways to resist.  

Virgil. Focus on Virgil. Guilt doesn’t matter. Yes, I made mistakes, but they’re in the past. They don’t matter now.

(…you left him to suffer, you ignored him, you hurt him, you…)

–won’t make the same mistake twice.

The voices relented some, sullen, and Patton nodded, satisfied he’d shut them up for the time being. He moved forward, doing his best to ignore the vague, ominous hissing as the shadows slithered past him, trying to coil around his limbs. He clenched his fists and focused his attention on his goal: Virgil. He thought, clear and confident, I am going to get to Virgil. I am going to comfort Virgil. I am going to reach my son. 

The shadows hissed angrily, furious at his steadfast resolve, but it was enough: they retreated a little. Enough for Patton to catch a glimpse of Virgil, sitting wide-eyed and curled in on himself, tears streaking his face and hands clamped to his ears as he tried to drown out the voices. Patton’s heart broke again, and he eased himself onto the mattress in front of the anxious side, reaching out to touch his arm gently. 

Virgil started, badly, drawing away and staring at Patton. For a moment there was no recognition in his eyes–just horror, fear, and a kind of desperate despair–but after a few moments, he blinked, and his eyes cleared just a little. 

“P-pat–Dad?” he said, and his voice broke badly on the single syllable word. There was so much hope in that word, but so much fear, too–that Patton might not be real, that he might simply be a figment conjured by the shadows, sent to torment him further. 

“Yeah, kiddo,” Patton murmured, giving Virgil the brightest smile he could in an effort to dispel those doubts. “I’m here.” 

Virgil stared for only a moment longer before flinging himself forward, launching himself into Patton’s arms and whimpering as fresh tears spilled onto his cheeks. 

“Dad,” he sobbed. “I’m…scared. Dad, I’m so scared.” 

“I know, kiddo. I know,” Patton whispered, wrapping Virgil up tight in his arms and cupping the back of his head. He felt his own tears threatening once more, and this time he let them fall. He pressed a kiss to Virgil’s hair, then another, and another. He began to rock him back and forth, soothing him, even as the oppressive weight of the shadows tried to bear down around them. 

“They–th-they say you guys don’t really…c-care about me,” Virgil whimpered into Patton’s neck. “They s-s-say you’re just buh-being nice…th-they…” 

“They’re lying,” Patton said firmly, but gently. It was, after all, no good scolding Virgil for these thoughts and fears: he didn’t ask for them, and he didn’t want to believe them, either. “They’re telling you lies. We love you very much.” 

It took a few more repetitions of those gentle reminders before Virgil finally calmed down, and the shadows retreated a little bit more. Not completely–Patton knew they might not go for hours yet–but they did at least withdraw a little, leaving the pair of them with some breathing room. 

Virgil sighed, ducking his head and hiding it under Patton’s chin. “I’m s-sorry,” he whispered. “I…I know y-you must get…tired of dealing with all of this…”

“Hey. No,” Patton murmured, drawing back far enough to take Virgil’s face between his hands, easing his head up to look at Patton. “Never,” he said firmly, stroking Virgil’s cheeks with his thumbs and brushing away the tears. “I only wish you didn’t have to go through this, Virgil. But I’ll ride it out with you every time. And I’ll never get tired of reminding you just how much you’re loved.” He smiled and tapped Virgil’s nose with his thumb, then bent to press a kiss in the same spot. “Okay, bugaboo?” 

Virgil smiled. It wasn’t a solid smile; it wavered, like a reflection in a pool of water whose surface had been disturbed by drops of rain or a casually tossed stone. But it was there. And it was a start.

“Okay,” Virgil whispered.  

Patton leaned down again and kissed Virgil’s forehead firmly. “I’m proud of you, Virgil. I love you.” 

Virgil drew a shaky breath. “Love you too, Dad,” he whispered, curling in closer and wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist. 

And Patton held him that way until dawn, whispering gentle praises and words of love and support and comfort until the shadows finally began to abate, and Virgil drifted, at last, to sleep in Patton’s arms. 

Two is better than one

(A/N): I NEEDED THIS IN MY LIFE DON’T JUDGE ME 

Summary: Literally just a supersoldier cuddles session after sex 

Warnings: suggestive themes, swearing, cute nerdy supersoldiers 


Originally posted by aestheticimagines

  You’re entire body shook in post orgasm bliss and the thought of moving at all almost made you tremble more.

   "You okay doll?“ Two warm hands cup your cheeks, a soft Brooklyn accent penetrated the fog in your head. 

  You weakly open one eye, staring at Bucky before you. He has this soft little smile to his lips and unlike you he’s perfectly composed, the only hint that he’d just had one of the greatest threesomes of his life came in the form of small beads of sweat on his brow. 

  "Come on (Y/N),” Bucky’s thumb swipes along your clammy cheek, his smile faltering just a bit. He was always worried after the three of you had sex, after all, it wasn’t easy to take such two large men at once, so Bucky was justified in his fears.  "You gotta answer me sweetheart,“ 

  "Yeah,” Your voice is hoarse, absolutely wrecked. “I’m okay, just-” You close your eye, searching for the perfect word to describe how you felt. Good, just overwhelmed? Absolutely blissful but already sore? 

  “I know,” Bucky gently presses his lips to your sweaty forehead, drawing a small noise of contentment from you. “I know how you feel. How about you Stevie? You okay back there?” Steve’s slightly sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, his warm chest pressed to your back, his soft lips just barely grazing your skin as he breathes in deeper than usual. 

  “I’m good,” Steve smiles gently, his lips curling upwards in that smile both you and Bucky loved so much. 

  “Good. That’s good,” Bucky gently slides his hands from your face down to your arm, his fingers gently tracing along your flesh. “We should probably shower, change the sheets-" 

  "No,” You whine, a broken noise from the bottom of your throat. “Bucky I’m too tired,” Bucky hums contemplatively as he looks at you, giving you the impression that he was thinking about what you said but before you could realize he was faking it he had already whisked you up in your arms, laughing softly when you squealed in surprise.

   "Come on Stevie,“ Bucky offered his hand out to Steve, which he gladly took. Bucky then proceeded to guide both of you to the bathroom, the now much larger bathroom to met your every need; (Tony was sick of hearing the three of you whine constantly about how small your quarters were "Well you see, this tub wasn’t made for three people, much less to behemoths of men) A much larger tub and shower, bigger vanity, plenty of room for three people to share comfortably.

   Steve turns the water on, letting it warm up before he deems it worthy. Wordlessly Bucky slides into the shower with you still wrapped around him like a sloth.

   "You have to put your legs down (Y/N),” Bucky chuckles, his free hand now running up and down your spine soothingly. 

  “I don’t think I can move them…" 

  "Tire you that much, huh?” Steve chuckles as he joins too, his chest pressed against your back, his hands sliding down to your claves to gently unhook them from Bucky’s legs. “Sounds like you’re losing your touch," 

  "I am not,” You tilt your head backwards to glare at him. “You two are just fucking horny dogs who can go at it for hours,” Both men chuckle as they reach for something; Bucky the soap and Steve the hair products. Simultaneously both boys begin to pamper you, with Bucky covering your entire body in soap, his lips gently pressed to yours, and Steve rubbing the shampoo into your hair, his own lips pressed to your neck.

   The two keep at the whole pamper thing for quite some time, so long that the water began to run cold and even Bucky’s fingers were starting to shrivel up. 

  “I’ll go change the sheets, you two put some clothes on,” Bucky gives both of you a kiss before he hops out of the shower, grabbing a towel before exiting the steaming bathroom. 

  Steve smiles as you turn in his embrace, your legs wobbling as you face him. Wordlessly he picks you up, his muscles giving no strain at having to loft an actual human being. After successfully getting you out of the shower and onto the bathroom counter he grabs the remaining towels, wrapping one around his own waist and the other around your body. 

  “We’re so lucky,”  Steve whispers as he brushes some water sopped hair away from your face. “You’re so beautiful, so sweet, so perfect," 

  Steve was most definitely the sentimental one of the three of you, the one to constantly validate you and Bucky, to constantly go on rants about how lucky he was, It was always sweet.  

  "You’re pretty damn good yourself Steve,” You smile as you reach out, raking your nails through hair hair, delighting in the purrs of pleasure you were able to pull from his lips. “You’re so perfect for us, wouldn’t want anyone else, just you Stevie,” Steve smiles shyly, the praise sinking below his skin, making him blush like some schoolgirl. 

  “I thought I told you two nerds to get dressed,” Bucky pokes his head in the bathroom, smiling at the sight that greeted him, his two lovers touching each other tenderly, smiling at each other sweetly.

   "Sorry Buck,“ Steve chuckles as he grabs the clothes Bucky had laid out. "We’ll get right to that,”

   "Good. bed’s almost ready anyways,“ And with that Bucky leaves you two again, his footstep retreating back into your bedroom.

  Steve smiles as he let’s your towel fall to the floor, leaving your body bare before him, only now the sight of you naked wasn’t sexual, it was something else entirely. Even when Steve began to slide your underwear up your legs, his lips glued to your still trembling thighs as he assisted you in dressing, it wasn’t sexua, now it was more affectionate, more intimate. 

  Steve slides a large shirt over your small body, one of his that you and Bucky often borrowed. It smelled like Steve and Bucky, like safety and home, like detergent and Bucky’s shampoo, it smelled like Steve’s cologne and now it smelled like the lavender soap the boys had coated your body with. 

  You hum softly as Steve kisses your lips gently, his hands sliding down your waist as he let’s the shirt fall around your body, the material bunching around his wrists. He tasted like you and Bucky with just a hint of some kind of fruit. 

  "Get your clothes on you nerd,” You mumble against his lips, smiling when he more than reluctantly pulled back. 

  The man’s “clothes” consisted of a pair of boxers, as did Bucky’s but you didn’t mind in the slightest. The constant skin contact, the all around legs wrapped around yours, one chest pressed to yours, another pressed to your back, was simply heavenly. 

  “You need to drink something,” Steve adds as he eyes you, all the while worming the skintight boxers up his legs. “Your voice sounds wrecked,”

   "I feel wrecked,“ You chuckle gently just as your legs give another tremble; what perfect timing. "But in the best kind of way,” You add, noting the concern that immediately overtook Steve’s features at your words.

  “We could have been softer…" 

  "No Stevie,” You cup his cheeks, letting your thumbs caress his stubbled skin. “It was perfect, I promise you,” Steve hums as he leans into your touch, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your wrist. The small touch of affection had your heart skipping a beat, your lips curling upwards in a smile, your stomach blooming with a warm pleasant feeling.

  “As much as I love to look at you two,” Bucky interjects the sweet moment yet again, smiling at the two of you so lovingly it almost hurt. “The bed’s ready and I’m fucking beat,” Steve nods and he wordlessly picks you up, his arms comforting around you. One arm wraps around you securely, keeping you locked against his chest, while the other reached for Bucky’s hand, tugging him into the mass of warm bodies. 

  You hum sleepily, softly, as you nuzzle against Steve’s neck, breathing his scent in deeply. Warmth, safety, protection, love. 

  “I’m gonna set you down doll, so you’ve got let me go,” You nod as you slip your arms away from Steve’s neck, letting him gently place you down onto the fresh, clean sheets. 

   You hum once again as you nuzzle into the pillows, awaiting your two best boys to join you in bed. You didn’t have to wait long before Bucky was burrowing into you from the front and Steve nuzzling in from the back; Their warmth mingled with yours and suddenly everything felt okay. You felt like a three piece puzzle and now that all of you were interlocked so intimately the puzzle was complete.

   "You sure you’re okay (Y/N)?“ Bucky asks softly, his fingers dancing up your arm, stopping to tuck a strand of slowly drying hair behind your ear.  

  "I’m sure,” You nod, beaming up at him the best you can. 

  “Good.” Bucky states once again, his smile nearly infectious as he looked at you. “Now get some sleep Любовь моя, you need it,” You hum sleepily, appreciatively as Bucky kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for quite some time before he pulled back. “You too Stevie,” Bucky reaches over you, ruffling Steve’s hair affectionately. 

  “I was half asleep when you so rudely woke me up,” Steve cracks an eye open to glare at Bucky, his look playful but still less than thrilled. “Looks like I wore you both out,” Bucky smirks teasingly even if his eyes were dropping with sleep themselves. “Maybe you two are losing your touch,”

  “I am not,” Steve states indignantly, a sort of frown to his features. 

   "Hmm,we’ll just have to test that tomorrow morning then,“ Even though the three of you were so completely and utterly worn out the thought of yet another pleasure filled morning had your core aching to be filled and it may have been your imagination but you could have sworn Steve’s hip gave a little jerk against yours. 

  "But for now,” Bucky smiles softly, all mischievousness melting away immediately. “You two need sleep,”

   "So do you,“ You yawn, your eyes slipping closed and staying closed as you do.

   "I will,” Bucky whispers, his metal hand tracing circles into your shoulder, slowly soothing you into a deep sleep. “I will doll,” But you were far too gone to respond, your exhaustion taking over.

   "Love you Buck,“ You whisper, the only words you could manage at the time. "You too Stevie, love you two so much,” Both boys smile, sharing a sweet look with each other before allowing their own eyes to close, letting their own fatigue take over.

  “Love you (Y/N)," 

Headcanon #927491238 you can unsuccessfully try to pry from my dead, cold hands: Lailah was the one who convinced Mikleo to grow his hair out because she loves to give fashion advise. She is good at it.

My doodle (shitpost) to do list is too long, send help, clone me, do anything

Shape Of You

Sebastian sends you a selfie after his workout.

Pairing:  Sebastian Stan x Reader  

Warnings:   Sexual content, Explicit Sexual, Oral Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Unprotected Sex (wrap it please), Sebastian Stan, Calvin Klein briefs

Word Count: 2,336

A/N: Yes I know I’m supposed to be working on chapter 6 of The Contest but let me explain.  So I was finishing up my first draft of Chapter 6 when Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie.  I tried to ignore it, really I did but this scene popped into my head and it would not let me live until I wrote it down. So sorry (but not sorry).  This is a another quickie that I wrote at work so please ignore the typos and the writing.  I just had to get it out of my head so I could get back to Bucky…

Not sure who to tag so I’ll just include my Sebby smut sisters @evansrogerskitten @ek823 and @pearljamkaren 

If you want to be tagged in future Seb smut, just ask…there is more coming ;)  

Shape Of You

By marvelmom

Sitting in the lobby of the gym, you drum your fingers impatiently on your knee.

“What the hell is taking him so long,” you mutter to yourself as you pull out your phone and start tapping out a message.

I’m ready to go, everything ok?

You stare at the screen, waiting for a response.  Your phone chimes a few moments later.

No

Brow furrowed, you quickly type a response and hit send.

What’s wrong?!?

You bite your lip nervously as a flood of scenarios race through you head.  Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a picture flashing onto your screen.

You inhale sharply as you take in the image of your boyfriend, standing in front of a mirror in the men’s locker room wearing a scowl on his face and not much else.

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red vegeta vs saltsuke 

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I love these Precious Meme Bros™ so much

anonymous asked:

I love the way you draw hands!! Would you ever consider doing a tiny tutorial or something to show us what your process is? If not, that's okay too!! Thank you so much for sharing your art with us!

this isn’t really as much of a tutorial as it is just my thought process??? I’m bad at explaining but drawing your own hands and having a general idea of the shape you’re going for helps 

also thank you so much for your kind words anon!! ♥

I was thinking about Blind!76 without his visor and I remembered Toph Beifong and the levels of sass that 76 would have without his visor reminded me of her. I mean imagine it.

Someone: “76, when I was in town, I found something that you’re not gonna like.”
[holds up a paper] 
76: “Well it sounds like a sheet of paper, but I guess you’re referring to what’s on the sheet of paper.”

Someone [defending his drawing]: “Those are his horns!” (hangs head) “I haven’t seen him in a while, okay?”
76: “It looks just like him to me!”
Someone: “Thank you! I worked really…”
[stops]
Someone: “Why do you feel the need to do that?”

76: “Look there it is!”
Everyone: [Goes to look. Nothing there]
Everyone: “…”
76: “That’s what it will sound like when one of you spots it.”
[waves hand in front of his face with a smile]

Jack Maynard Imagine - Yoga Challenge

“Hey, guys!” You waved at the camera. Jack stood besides you, smiling to your invisible audience “Today I’m here with my not-so-lovely best friend, Jack Maynard!” You joked, cheering after you said his name.

He pushed you aside, a big smile plastered on his face “I don’t even know why I still hang out with you” he joked, watching you as you popped your head into the shot again.

“Today we’re doing the Yoga Challenge!” You said, ignoring him “I would do it with my boyfriend, but I don’t have one of those” you said, pouting slightly.

Jack rolled his eyes playfully “Why would you need a boyfriend when you have me, huh?” He teased. You knew he was just doing it for the Y/S/N shippers. He was like that off camera as well, but you knew he was always a more indecent teaser when the spotlight was on both of you.

“Stop trying to get out of the friendzone, Jack” you teased back, giving him a playful look.

He put a hand over his heart, and moaned dramatically “It hurts, babe” he said, and you couldn’t help but blush by his words. Him calling you a babe was your weakness, and he knew it. So he used it against you all the time.

“Anyway, lets go back to the video” you said casually before things could get any more awkward “Conor has chosen some random pictures of yoga poses and he’s sent them to me, but I haven’t opened them yet so I don’t know what to expect”

You looked at Jack, who nodded “And since I’m still a great personal trainer, I will make sure we ace those yoga poses” he smiled.

You rolled your eyes playfully “You were a personal trainer when you did it with Josh and let me tell you, it wasn’t brilliant” you laughed.

He pushed you again, making you squeal “Let’s get started!” He cheered.

You grabbed your phone and opened Conor’s chat “Alright, this one should be easy” you said, showing him a picture of a couple with their backs bent and holding their elbows.

You adjusted your yoga clothes. It was just a plain pair of thick black leggings and a grey tank top that showed a little bit of skin on your belly. Your hair was up on a high ponytail, and you were just on your black socks. Jack, on the other hand, was wearing long running pants and a tight Nike t-shirt that revealed a little bit of muscle.

When Jack proposed you did the Yoga Challenge together for you channel, all you could think about was him all sweaty in sporty clothes. You would be lying if you said you haven’t been feeling a little bit weird about him lately. It was just the way he looked at you, touched you, made you laugh, took care of you. It drove you insane.

Why did it take you so long to realize he was such a good guy for you?

But you always shook your head at that kind of thoughts. He was just your friend. You were just a friend to him. It would be wasted effort to try to be something you obviously were not. But still, you couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to have those full lips on yours.

The second and third pose weren’t much of a challenge themselves. All in all, you were quite the talented yoga couple. But then, the fourth pose came. You should’ve seen it coming. It was Conor choosing the pictures you were talking about.

“So, I basically have to hold you by the ass” Jack said, laughing out loud as he saw the picture, showing it to the camera afterwards “I can go for the waist if you want”

“It would be more appropriate” you said, getting ready just above him. You carefully leaned back until you felt Jack’s hands holding you steadily on your waist. Or maybe not so steadily.

You accidentally slipped from his grip, and lost balance. But before you hit the floor with the loudest bang you would’ve ever heard, Jack moved quickly just so his body was under yours. You fell on top of him instead, as his hands never left your sides.

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked you, getting up immediately to check if you were hurt. You chuckled, holding onto his arm to sit up.

“Good catch, I have to say” you laughed, making him laugh as well now that he knew you were alright.

“I’ll always catch you” he mumbled, but you weren’t sure if you had heard it well, so you let it go.

The rest of the video went fairly well. You were lucky Jack was so strong - and patient - or else the challenge would’ve gone way worse. You fell off him a couple of times, nothing too serious. But Jack’s touch on your skin sent chills down your spine every single time, and you knew you were screwed. Your attempt to forget your feelings towards him had failed miserably.

“And that’s it for this week’s video, I hope you liked it” you started your outtro, the ponytail that once laid perfectly on top of your head, now fell off it not so perfectly. Jack breathlessly ran a hand through his sweaty hair behind you “Don’t forget to subscribe to me and…” you looked back at Jack “Never mind! See you!”

“Hey!” He protested, pushing you again.

“Alright, alright! Subscribe to Jack, bye!” You mid-shouted. Jack laughed as he turned the camera off for you.

“That was intense” he commented as you lied down on the floor, aching for some coldness “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Not a single bit” you breathed, running a hand up and down your flat stomach. You noticed Jack looking at you “What?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow playfully.

He then lied down next to you, making you laugh “You know what?” He said, running a hand up his stomach as well “You’re quite fit for a couch potato”

“Hey!” You whimpered, hitting his arm as hard as you could. But his muscle was hard enough, and you hurt your hand “I hate you so much” you said, wiggling your hand to ease the pain.

“Here” he suddenly took your hand and placed it under his lips, kissing it carefully like mothers do to their children “All better?” He asked, looking directly at your eyes, and you thought you had never seen him look so soft-like.

You nodded, not being able to look away from his eyes. His fingers interlocked themselves with yours, and he pulled you in for a hug, so you were lying on top of his body. Your head rested on his chest, which was moving up and down quickly. And without saying a word, he started stroking your hair just the way you liked it.

“Relaxed?” He asked you after a while. You mumbled a ‘yes’ before closing your eyes and breathing in his strong, sweet scent again.

His chest was unbelievably comfortable. You had never shared a bed with him at night, but you could picture how good it would feel, to have his strong arms wrapped carefully around your body while you sleep. You almost dozed off, but the feeling of Jack’s lips on top of your head made you open your eyes again.

“How about we get out of these dirty clothes and take the couch for the rest of the evening?” He mid-whispered as he rubbed your back.

“Sounds amazing” you mumbled, half asleep, as you tried to push yourself up. Your struggle made him laugh “Not funny” you said, but it only made him laugh more.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms under your legs and behind your back, lifting you up from the floor in one swift move. You immediately wrapped yours around his neck, holding on for dear life.

You closed your eyes again “I love you, Jack” you said, not really knowing why you said it. But there was no going back and you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would.

Jack then laughed and kissed your temple “I love you too, Princess”

“Do you really think I’m a princess?” You asked, not really sure if you were drunk or just sleepy. Both alcohol and sleep had the same effect on you, anyway. You usually hated yourself when that happened, but this time, you were amused.

“Of course you are” he said, smiling, knowing that you were just tired “And whoever says otherwise is lying” he reassured you.

You opened an eye to look at him “Then why don’t I have a boyfriend?” You asked him, and your heart sunk while the words left your mouth. You always tried to deny it, but being the only one of your childhood friends who wasn’t in a relationship yet made you insecure. At first, you thought there was something wrong with you. Then, that there was something wrong with boys. And now, you didn’t have a clue anymore.

“Because you don’t deserve any of those jerks, that’s why” Jack said, putting you down on your bed. You held his arm, gesturing him to lie down next to you. And so he did.

You stayed in silence for a moment “Then what kind of guy do I deserve?” You asked him.

He was lying on his side, resting his weight on one of his elbows, so he could get a better look at your face. His other hand was traveling up and down your arm, caressing it like you always said you loved it “The best there is” he said “Someone who knows all your weaknesses, but who never uses them against you. Someone who helps you overcome them” you turned your head to look at him “Someone who makes you laugh, loves you like he loves himself, respects you, treats you like the princess you are” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but to smile back.

You nodded “Thanks for being so sweet” you said “I’m glad I got you”

“Hey, I was just talking truth” he smiled. He then cupped your face and gave you a small kiss on your cheek “I love you, Y/N, okay?” He said, and you nodded “And whoever hurts you…well, consider them dead already”

You chuckled at his protectiveness. But deep inside, you were happy you had someone like Jack by your side.

Suddenly, you noticed that his hand was still on your cheek, and that his eyes were still fixed on yours. You put your hand over his, drawing small circles on his skin with your thumb as he caressed your cheek with his.

You were confused, and you could tell he was as well. Because now you were looking at each other’s eyes. No words were needed, and he already knew he had been so fucking blind all this time.

How couldn’t have he realized it sooner?

You were the reason he woke up with a smile every day. Seeing you happy made him happy, and seeing you sad broke him inside. You were the first girl he had ever opened himself to. The first girl he introduced his family to. He didn’t want to have a little fun overnight and leave you the following morning, because he would feel empty without you. So fucking empty.

He had seen you as a best friend until he realized you weren’t his. Until he realized that you could eventually grow feelings for another boy, and that you could leave him for someone else who made you happier. And he wanted to be the one who made you happy, no matter how selfish it might sound.

And that, according to Conor, was called being in love. Not only that, but being in love with your best friend. Shit.

And as Jack thought he was crazy, he leaned in, and you didn’t stop him, because deep inside you wanted this as much as he did. Your lips touched in a soft, careful move, and the taste of each other’s mouths left you wanting more.

You found yourself on top of Jack again, but this time, it was far better. He held you tight as his tongue worked its way inside your mouth, making you feel things you didn’t even know were possible. And shit, you were kissing your best friend. Your freaking best friend. But then again, was there really another man who loved you as much as he did?

“You okay?” He asked you when you pulled apart, his blue eyes fixed on yours, calming you down with his stare.

“I am now” you whispered before closing the gap between your lips again.

And that’s when he knew. It didn’t matter if you were his best friend. It didn’t matter if he had seen hundreds of girls before. You were the one.

that feels good ~ short jack avery imagine

you waltzed into the small bedroom that you shared with jack in the hotel that you were staying at with the why don’t we boys in london. you opened your mouth to begin a sentence but cut yourself off when you saw the beautiful, curly haired boy sleeping peacefully on top of the sheets of the bed. 

he always did this thing, and you never knew why, where he refused to get under the sheets on the bed until you were there with him. this meant that even on tour he would never once sleep under the sheets, he would only layer on mountains of clothes to keep him warm. 

you smiled slightly at the sight in front of you, taking it in for a moment before joining him on the bed. he was lying on his stomach which his arms folded underneath his head, his hair flopping every which way. his glasses were also on the bed right next to him, telling you that he was wearing them just before he had fallen asleep. he was only in white clavins and no shirt, and lemme tell you it was definitely a sight to see.

you slowly kneeled on the bed, easing into a lying down position in an attempt to make the littlest movement possible as to not wake the sleepy head right next to you. when he had no reaction to you climbing onto the bed, you took that as he was still sound asleep. 

his head was turned towards the wall so you couldn’t admire his beautiful features, but you did take in the perfection that is his hair. it is always flopped so perfectly, and you would never understand how. 

after a few minutes of nothing, you reached your arm outwards and lightly began to draw mindless shapes on his bare back. you drew circles, rectangles, triangles, all with your fingernails, and after a few minutes you trailed your hand up to the base of his neck, still allowing your fingertips to graze his skin. you brought your fingers up through his hair and he shrunk his head down into his shoulders and you took note of the goosebumps rising on his skin. he was awake. 

“sorry, love. i didn’t mean to wake you,” you mumbled, still swirling your fingertips on his back. he just hummed in response and you took that as an ‘it’s okay.’ 

you continued to draw random things, but soon enough found yourself drawing out what you saw for your future with jack. your kids, your house, your pets, everything you had ever wanted you were tracing into his skin. 

“that feels good, baby,” he mumbled as he flipped his head over to face you, his eyes just barely open. you flashed him a slight smile before sneaking under the covers, and he did so as well now that you were there. he engulfed you in his warmth and you practically melted into his chest. 

“can you keep doing that, please?” he whispered, causing you to chuckle but you obliged. 

“of course,” you replied, beginning to run your nails up and down the back of his neck and through his hair. 

before you knew it, the only sound that could be heard was the soft snores coming from your boyfriend, the ones that he refused to making, but you loved them. 



unedited as fuuuuuq

I am trying not to think about how much Emma cried when they arrived back to Storybrooke, just the two of them. And the portal closes.

And how Emma just totally breaks down from sadness of leaving Henry. Pregnant hormones just intensifying the blow. And how Killian just holds her…

Tells her it will all be okay, as they walk back to their house. And he draws her a bath and makes her some hot cocoa. Then he fixes a lovely dinner for the two of them and turns on netflix to continue binge watching their favorite show…

As he rubs his hand through her hair and on her belly, Kissing her gently on the cheek and once again promising her it will be okay… 

And finally she falls asleep in his arms…

I’m trying not to think about it.

anonymous asked:

I'm sure you've already posted this so sorry for asking, but could you share a few of your favorite Stony fics? I've been looking for longer fics I haven't read with like, actual plot and stuff. Thanks love your blog bye

*Rubs hands Together* RIGHT! OKAY! LET’S DO THIS!

(So by ‘longer fics’, I’ve tried to look for a few that are over 20k, and a few of them will almost certainly be ones you’ve read, but these are just some of my personal favourites! And I LOVE recommendations, so if anyone has any for me, I’d love to hear them!)

Gee’s Super Duper Amazing List of SteveTony:

1) Emanata (The Comics Will Break Your Heart Remix)

Author: Teaberryblue
Words: 29k
Rating: teen
Archive warnings: None

Identity porn, comic artist Steve, and both of those nerds drawing out their feelings for one another via Teetering-On-Wildy-Inappropriate-Comics!

2) As Easy As..

Author: Scavenge4Dreams
words: 135k series spanning ten works
Rating: Mature
Archive Warnings: None

Okay, so listen. listen. This series is, probably, my all-time favourite SteveTony series ever? If anyone asks me to rec a fic, this is the first place i go. Stunning writing, amazing emotion, and A N G ST LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE.

3) Insomniac Dreaming

Author: Scavenge4Dreams
Words: 110k spanning 10 works
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: None

Again, 10 amazing works that will have you screaming into your pillow at 3am with your Tony-feels. Believe me. All fics centred around the subject of sleep, or lack of.

4) First Impressions and Second Chances

Author: Lilsmartass
Words: 178k spanning over 6 works
Rating: Teen
Archive Warnings: Violence

So this series is one of the first I ever read fanfic-wise, and trust me… it sticks with you. I didn’t have to even search this shit up. It’s burned into me. OH MY GOD IT WILL MAKE! YOU! CRY! THE TONY-FEELS! HOLY SHIT! To be honest, the Stony elements only come in toward the last works in the series, but honestly. Just read it anyway. It’s truly superb, and will wrench your heart out.

5) I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you

Author: Mizzy
Words: 62k
Rating: Teen
Archive Warnings: none

This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.
SO GOOD!

6) Unveil my unsightly heart

Author: Mizzy
Words: 43k
Rating: mature
Archive Warnings: None

Author continues to excel themselves at making me cry. Loved it, amazing to watch Steve and Tony’s relationship grow and develop. Also a really good plot, too!

7) Over Sea, Under Stars

Author: Vorkosigan
Words: 27k (WiP)
Rating: Teen
Archive Warnings: None

First post-CW fic that I’ve chosen to stick with and read, and loving it so far!

8) Man Out of Time

Author: Samptra
Words: 39k
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: None

HOLY SHIT! TONY FALLS INTO A TIME HOLE AND JOINS THE ARMY WITH STEVE! SUCH A GOOD FIC!

9) A Fistful of Steves: This Town Ain’t Big Enough

Author: Teaberryblue
Words:30k
Rating: Teen
Archive Warnings: None

When Tony Stark takes a bullet intended for Steve Rogers, he wakes up in a world entirely peopled by alternate incarnations of everyone’s favorite Star-Spangled Man.
Welcome to Stevechester, Population: Steve

10) dreaming through the decades

Author: theappleppielifestyle
Words: 22k
Rating: Gen
Archive Warnings: none

THE CUTEST SHIT IN THE WORLD. HONESTLY. SOULMATE FIC WHERE YOUR SOULMATE SHARES YOUR DREAMS. GOD. SO GOOD.


If anyone had any recommendations for me, feel free to let my know! I’m always up for reading new stuff!

BTS hyung line: Reacting to you being insecure

Namjoon:

- Namjoon would sit you on his lap and constantly tell you that you are beautiful. If you ever say that you aren’t he would constantly make the effort to tell you that you are wrong and that he will give you as much love as he can to make you feel beautiful. He would kiss you gently and make you feel like his princess.

“Baby you are gorgeous, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise”

Originally posted by ksjknj


Seokjin:

- Jin would be very very caring and do his best to show his love towards you. He would be very gentle with you and grab your hand to make sure you feel okay. He wouldn’t ask if you were okay he would just know. He would do things like rub his thumb over your hand and draw circles on your back. He would make sure to show you that you are so beautiful and will show you just how beautiful he thinks you are.

“Hey beautiful, it’s okay, I am always here for you..I love you” 

Originally posted by kawaiimoonlight

Hoseok:

- Hoseok would deep down be really really worried and at the start pretend to be okay. He would let walls down in a matter of seconds and cry with you because he loves you so much. He would always tell you that you are beautiful. He would also always call you to tell you just how beautiful you are and he would be your sun in the dark clouds.

“This is hard I know, but I will always be here for you, you are perfect and beautiful and I love you” 

Originally posted by hose0k

Yoongi:

- Yoongi would tell you straight away without hesitation that you are his princess and that you are utterly breathtaking. He would be really sweet and kind but when you told him something about yourself you don’t like he would straight away stand his ground and tell you that it is perfect and beautiful. He would also let you cuddle him for as long as you needed whilst he combed his fingers through your hair. 

 “Baby girl you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, come here I will take care of you”

Originally posted by rappersline

Seungbae in the light offering Yoonbum salvation, and protection…. but Bum is lost in the shadows of doubt and fear to move.
Doubt there’s a change he could leave or come out of this innocent.
Fear that he will too go to jail once Seungbae finds out Bum is the one who killed Jieun and helped hide her body.
One thing though in Bum’s though process not once did he think I have to protect Sangwoo. Which is good for Seungbae, it means Yoonbum won’t betray him for his love of Sangwoo. Bum is way past that, he has shown he’s over him and was just settling with being stuck with him just to survive.
The draw back. Bum will do anything to not be murdered painfully by Sangwoo (suicide he’s okay with because it’s by his own hands) since Sangwoo has returned will Bum sell Seungbae just to survive a bit longer?