look at their faces in this scene and tell me they're not completely in love with each other

anonymous asked:

Sup! I loved your recent heart/head meta. Pretty much agree with everything you said. I was just wondering what your read was on that glorious face caress from 4x13. I always interpreted it as their first flirtatious intimate moment. Like Bellamy, literally just touched her, because he WANTED to. It wasn't about comfort that time. And Clarke's reaction was just cute. Idk, I just found that to be such a leap in the intimacy they've always shared. What were thoughts on that particular moment?

Thanks nonny! Glad you liked my meta (not so recent now since I took approximately six years and seven days to answer this ask).

That glorious face caress is one of my FAVOURITE moments of the finale (there were a lot) and, honestly, the whole show. Seriously. Whenever I see it giffed on my dash I have to take at least a ten minute break from scrolling just to stare at it and die half a million small deaths.


Originally posted by morleybell

(Adding gif by @xladymorganx cause I couldn’t find one that showed her face after the caress AND IT’S SO IMPORTANT OMG LOOK AT THE WAY SHE’S LOOKING AT HIM)

I like how you say it was Bellarke first flirtatious intimate moment. They’ve had flirtatious moments before, and they’ve had intimate moments but the oxymoron scene manages to combine both of those elements and the end product was MAGNIFICENT. There’s so many things that I love about it, I don’t even really know where to start - Bob and Eliza (especially Eliza, just look at her face dam) capture so. much. in this short little scene and I can’t believe how layered it is.

This moment, in retrospect, feels so tragic and heartbreaking. You can just see in Clarke’s eyes that she knows something is wrong, and she doesn’t think she can stop it this time. There’s this massive sense of foreboding that she feels and you can see it in her eyes. But what really breaks my heart about it is that there’s also so much love there in her eyes. You can tell in the way she sort of lingers after his touch that she wants more, she wants to lean into it. And that’s how I interpret her initial expression where she stares at him and just kind of blinks and looks away - almost like she’s shy, like she’s a girl falling in love for the first time (even though we know she’s fallen in love before). 

But when she looks back, it’s almost with a kind of resignation. She looks sad, because she just can’t shake the feeling that she might not make it out of this alive, and she knows that she may never get to have that kind of relationship with Bellamy. But she wants it, dammit. So badly. And it hurts so much because she knows that she can’t have it. 

Not just because she thinks there’s no time, (it always a problem with time *sigh*) but because if she’s right, and if she dies, then it means she would leave Bellamy behind. Clarke has been there already, losing two of her loves right after finally confessing her love/starting a relationship, and she just can’t put Bellamy through that pain. She can’t tell him she loves him, or kiss him, or hold him in the way that she wants to because she believes that she will die, and knows that when she’s gone it will only be even more excruciating for him to let her go. 

She doesn’t hold back because she wants to, she does it because she loves him too much to put him through that heartbreak of losing her right after finally getting to love her in the way they both want. 

Fuck. I’m emo about this all over again. did i ever really stop being emo tho

I think that, in the fandom, people like to focus a lot on how Bellamy looks at Clarke - which does make sense, considering a lot of people first started shipping Bellarke based on the evolution of Bob’s subtle expression changes when staring at Clarke - but sometimes there’s a scene where Clarke is looking at Bellamy like THAT and it just kills me. Repeatedly. I love the way Bellamy looks at Clarke, don’t get me wrong, but we talk about it all the time and I feel like we just don’t talk about it as much with Clarke.


She is SO in love and you can see it right there in her eyes. Clear as day.

You know what? I think I just realized something about this moment that makes me love it so much. Clarke’s wall that she has so carefully built up has just … completely evaporated. She is so vulnerable in this moment, unlike basically any other time we’ve seen her. Every emotion is right there on her face to see: the fear, the love, the dread. It’s all there. She just can’t hide it, not with Bellamy.

And that bare, uncovered honesty and vulnerability … that is intimate. The way Bellamy reaches out to touch her, without even really thinking about it because it just feels right, is intimate. And the way that she doesn’t stop him, almost leans into his touch, is intimacy too.

How many people do you let touch your face? Because I fucking hate when people touch my face. If a stranger does it, it’s creepy. If a friend does it, it’s weird. Face caresses like that just aren’t platonic gestures. You’d only let someone touch you like that if you feel 100% and totally comfortable around them, if you really love them. 

You’re right - the intimacy runs deep in this scene. 

And like you said, there’s no real reason for Bellamy to reach out to touch her face. He could have just mentioned that she’s burning up. It wasn’t even really meant to be comforting (although it probably was comforting for Clarke, to some extent), it really seems like Bellamy just impulsively reached his hand out to touch her because she was right there and he. just. couldn’t. help. himself. 

Fuck. He loves her so much (!!) I’m actually physically aching right now.

The way he caresses her face is SO SOFT I could literally cry about it. And her face fucks me up in so many ways (which I’ve already talked about). I crave death, holy shit.

Man, why would you do this to me nonny? I’m DYING. 

This moment is everything

anonymous asked:

This is so extra™ but is there any way you could write a smut fic as a continuation of the last scene with Alex and Maggie, where they're both incredibly turned on by each other and they can't help but get it on at the DEO

“So, arm candy, huh?”

“I mean have you looked in a mirror lately, Danvers?”

“Ugh, not lately, god Maggie, I probably look like hell.”

Maggie stops walking and Alex almost stumbles, but Maggie steadies her as she looks up at her gravely.

“You look perfect, Alex Danvers. Perfect. As always.”

Alex’s eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips, and Maggie is a detective.

So she detects.

And she bites her own lip and tries not to gulp.

Alex is a secret agent.

So Alex notices.

“Maggie,” Alex whispers, and her voice is ragged, and Maggie needs her.


“Tell me, Agent Danvers. Does being so newly reinstated mean you’re opposed to um… reminding your girlfriend what it’s like when you go rogue?”

Alex practically growls, and Maggie swoons.

“Say for example… right now? I mean this place has to have supply closets or something, ri – ”

Her sentence is lost as Alex tugs her forward, and if Maggie were anyone else, she wouldn’t notice Susan Vasquez subtly raising an index finger to point Alex in the direction of a room where the cameras were currently experiencing an inexplicable glitch.

But Maggie isn’t anyone else. She sees the gesture, and she mouths her thanks, and Susan just winks.

Alex doesn’t stop tugging on her arm until they’re reached supply room number 237, apparently, and they’re barely through the door before Alex has Maggie pinned against it, chest already heaving with need.

“Color?” she demands, and her voice is as rough as her eyes.

Because she was just almost flung across the galaxy.

She almost just lost this woman staring up at her with soft lips and eager eyes and desperate hands.

“Neon green, Al,” she rasps, and Alex practically lunges.

Her mouth, her teeth, her hands, are everywhere at once – Maggie’s lips, her throat, her chest (because Alex checks in with her eyes and when Maggie whines and nods desperately, Alex makes quick work of her shirt, of her bra), her stomach.

“Fuck me, Alex,” Maggie begs, and Alex growls as she picks her up effortlessly, and Maggie wraps her legs around Alex’s waist and her arms around Alex’s neck and Maggie screams, because Alex is holding her up with one arm and fucking her with the other hand and Alex is biting down onto her neck and Alex is crying and Maggie is crying but both of them keep reminding each other, green, green, green, please don’t stop, more, please, Alex, yes, fuck, more, harder, fuck, Alex, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, mine, mine, mine, mine, and Alex isn’t satisfied with Maggie only cumming once, twice, three times, drenching her fingers and staining her underwear and leaving scratches all across Alex’s upper back.

“Let me get you home,” she rasps, and Maggie nods, and Alex makes a show of licking her fingers clean and Maggie whines and writhes and tries to kiss her, but Alex shakes her head.

“Home,” she says, because she wants to go home, but also because she is home. 

Maggie knows, and she steps forward and hugs her, just hugs her, hugs her long and solid and safe and loving.

They might hug longer than they’ve fucked – neither of them are quite sure – but eventually Alex helps her get dressed, lethal fingers suddenly tender again, burning eyes suddenly soft and shy and timid again.

Until, that is, they get home.

Because Maggie glances at the way Alex’s leather jacket is unzipped just low enough that she can start to see her cleavage, and Maggie gulps, and Alex notices.

Of course Alex notices.

And she sweeps everything unceremoniously off the kitchen island and bends Maggie over on top of it.

“All good, babe?” she asks, even though she’s already read the answer in Maggie’s wrecked eyes.

“Don’t stop,” Maggie prays, and Alex promises to oblige. But some business first.

“Be a good girl and strip for me, Maggie,” she orders, and Maggie gasps at the command in her tone, at the confidence in her voice, at the authority in her heady gaze.

The authority, the determination, the audacity, the brazenness, that had been turning her on all day.

And while Alex was in agony – while she herself was in agony – she’d kept it to herself as much as she could.

And they’re both still in agony, but Alex’s roughness is an escape and Maggie’s compliance is a balm, and their skin touching skin is heaven on earth, and they’re safe, safe, safe, safe.

For now.

So they use it for all it is, and Maggie strips for Alex slow, strips for her determined, strips for her deliberate. She never takes her eyes off of Alex’s hungry ones, and the nearly feral look on Alex’s face is reward enough.

Enough, that is, until Alex has her begging for more, because Alex has turned her around again, has bent her over again, is slipping inside her again, is whispering how beautiful she is, what a good girl she is, supporting Alex like that all day, is this a good enough reward, how wet she is, how tight she is, how perfect she is, into Maggie’s ear, and Maggie comes completely undone in Alex’s strong, solid arms, backing up wildly against Alex’s strong, solid body.

And when Alex carries her to bed and presses kisses against every hickey, against every birthmark, against every old scar and every new bruise, Maggie knows only one thing in the entire multiverse:

That she is in love with prodigal-DEO-agent-gone-rogue-loyal-daughter-perfect-sister-gorgeous-ruthless-determined-genius-unrelenting Alex Danvers.

And she’s pretty damn sure Alex Danvers is in love with her, too.

Which is why Alex lets her crawl on top of her.

Why Alex wants her to crawl on top of her.

Because after a day of being impenetrable, of being almost worryingly hard-headed, of being a coiled muscle, a veritable force of nature, Alex is in love.

Alex trusts her.

Trusts her enough to let her guard down.

Trusts her enough to believe that letting Maggie give her back what Alex just gave to her doesn’t make her weak and it doesn’t make her less.

It makes her loved.

“You want this, sweetie?” Maggie asks, and Alex just arches her hips up so Maggie can strip her naked.

“Oh, Ally,” she whispers as she catalogues every new bruise, every fresh cut, painted onto Alex’s torso, onto her arms, onto her legs.

And Maggie kisses each one of them, memorizes their locations, their severity, in a map in her mind, so she will know exactly how to move when she does what she does next, what Alex is starting to whine for, what Alex is starting to grind her hips up for.

“Alex, you – “

“Yes, Maggie. Please.”

And Maggie obliges.

She starts slow, but she doesn’t end slow.

She starts soft, but she doesn’t end soft.

Because Alex begs her for more and Alex begs her for harder and Alex begs her for faster, please, please, Maggie, god, fuck, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck just like that, god, fuck, Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, please don’t stop, please please please.

She shifts so her thigh is between Alex’s legs, and she groans as Alex grabs at her ass and bites at her shoulder as she pulls her down, harder and harder, closer, closer, struggling to find friction because Maggie’s thigh is so slick with how wet Alex is, and she kisses Alex’s hair and puts one hand behind her head and braces herself with the other and times her movements perfectly with Alex so that proximity, rhythm, outweighs friction and Alex is so wrecked underneath her that Maggie forgets what air is, that she can have this effect on a woman so powerful, so ruthless, that she single-handedly infiltrated and exploded Cadmus’s lair, and that woman cums screaming Maggie’s name and it’s almost more than Maggie can handle, because even without direct pressure, she cums again, too.

“I’ve got you, Ally,” she whispers, kissing her face as Alex shudders through the last waves of her orgasm. “I’ve got you.”


“Ride or die, Danvers. Ride or die.”

emilys-fandom-trashbin  asked:

I've been binge-ing all your writings (they're amazing btw), and I just finished "Our Greatest Creation" and my 3 hours of sleep brain said "Man, Black Hat would be an amazing uncle" and I just?? Request a continuation of Our Greatest Creation where the kid's, like, 6 and BH is best uncle while Flug and Waifu are on second honeymoon or smth??


Dr. Flug x Reader (Also, Uncle-y Black Hat)

A/N:Technically this is a Flug x Reader, but…. Yeah it focuses more on BH and his relationship with your child. I named your kid Alan as a tribute to Alan Ituriel. I love that man, and while I totally subscribe to and adore the “Dad Alan” head-cannons (go check out @blackhatcannons for this because they have some really cute ideas about Dad Alan!), I also just adored the idea of little Alan Ituriel running around with “Uncle Black Hat”. Because who doesn’t love Alan?
This request was so cute and I wrote it really quickly because the inspiration was there! Thank you and I hope you enjoy!!!


It felt good to relax. Certainly it wasn’t something you nor Flug got to do very often. Ever since Alan was born your lives had become a whirlwind of adorable, evil adventures. Not that you didn’t enjoy them, but it felt good to relax a bit.

You turned over in your bed and sighed at your husband’s form. But something was off.

“Hey, Flug,” You yawned, “Where’s Alan?”

You could have sworn that your little boy had crawled in bed with you two again last night, with another night mare about a hero destroying the company. You looked over to 5.0.5’s bed in the corner, but your son wasn’t curled up with the blue bear either.

“Maybe he went back to his room.” Flug replied sleepily. You shrugged, wanting terribly to stay in bed with him, but the alarm on you night stand gleefully reminded you that it was 15 minutes after 9 and you knew Black Hat undoubtedly had something for you to do. It didn’t matter that it was a Saturday morning. And besides, Alan’s cartoons were on. Maybe that’s where he’d gone. It didn’t take you long to get ready.

At the sound of a large explosion, you watched your husband sit bolt upright in bed, still dressed from work the night before, save the lab coat. You looked at each other in surprise. We’re you under attack? Usually explosions came from inside the house. And they were typically Flug’s fault.

Both of you ran outside quickly, Flug pulling on a lab coat as you sped down the halls. Alan wasn’t in his room or in front of the TV.

Out side you both came across a scene that made your eyes widen. Black Hat and Alan stood a little ways away from the sight of the explosion, laughing together. The entirety of the neighbors flower garden, of which Black Hat often complained due to its size and bright colors, was on fire. Or at least, the few bits of organic matter left was aflame. There was a considerable dent in the ground.

“Sir?” Flug surprisingly spoke first and Black Hat quickly stopped laughing, “What happened?”

“Did….Did that explosion…Did you help Alan set that off?” You asked slowly, a look of concern no doubt lining your face. On multiple occasions you’d seen your son fight Demencia over a box of cookies and win. You knew he was tough, but the mom in you was still concerned for your son, who from the looks of things was not nearly as far from the blast as he should have been.

“What?!” Black Hat asked, looking at you two like you were crazy, “He’s fine!”

Behind him, Alan was laughing…and also his coat was on fire. You chuckled a bit while Flug looked on with concern. Upon seeing you two, Alan ran over to you, pulling on the bottom of your shirt.

“Mama! Mama! Uncle Black Hat and I burned down the neighbor’s flowers today!”

“Uncle Black Hat?!” Flug and Black Hat said in unison. You chuckled again, taking one knee so you could talk to your son face to face.

“Wow, Alan, that sounds absolutely criminal.” You smiled, raising an eye to Black Hat, who huffed and avoided your gaze.

“Yeah!” Alan smiled enthusiastically, using his arms as he talked, “He even let me pour the gasoline on them! It was awesome! They went up so fast!”

“And what should you go tell you’re ‘Uncle Black Hat’?” You replied, placing a hand on his shoulder to pat out the last bit of flame and gesturing over to Black Hat.

“I am not-”

“Thank you!” Alan smiled, running over to Black Hat and hugging his leg. Black Hat froze, a near disgusted look on his face as the young boy hugged him.

“Uhhhh, yes…” He replied, patting Alan on the head uncomfortably and sending him back to you, “You are…welcome.”

“Now run inside and grab a snack with Daddy.”

“Okay!” Alan smiled, grabbing Flug’s hand and leading his father inside. Flug looked back at you and you offered him a reassuring smile.

“You know just gasoline wouldn’t cause an explosion that big.” You looked over to Black Hat, who was watching them go inside. He looked at you with that half confused, half disgusted look, before quickly composing himself back into an “I don’t care” attitude.

“Ah well, you know, I just wanted to make the fire larger, cause more damage…you know their flowers were going over the fence a-”

“Well you made Alan really happy.” You said, patting him on the shoulder, “And he really looks up to you.”

“Yeah well…maybe the child isn’t completely useless…” He mumbled, following you back in the house.

satan-is-here-bitch  asked:

Hey! Your Kevin x Joaquin fics are to die for! Not sure if you're taking requests right now, but if you are, could you do one where Kev and Joaquin are just walking around aimlessly together, then Kevin realised they're at the place where he found Jason and the memories come back and he panics and Joaquin just holds him and calms him down? And it's just suuuuper fluffy? Thanks a bunch! And if you end up writing this, may I please be tagged? Thank you! xxx

Sweet Water River

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Starts out angsty, ends up fluffy

Warnings: graphic descriptions of death, alcoholism, panic attacks, guns, a lot of talk about death, like alot

Read it on AO3

Note: I strayed slightly from the prompt, apologies I hope you still like it. All of Joaquin’s backstory is my headcannon. If you haven’t read my other fics, Sebastian (a.k.a. Bas or Bastian) is Joaquin’s older brother. Also I forgot how old Joaquin was so he is seventeen in this.

Kevin had really thought that he could do this. He didn’t think that it would affect him this much. Why was it affecting him this much? He was walking hand in hand with his beautiful boyfriend alongside the bubbling river, and he knew that he shouldn’t be thinking about Jason. It was impossible no to though. All he could picture was the boy’s dead eyes, the hole in his head, the way his skin had somehow grown even paler with death, the way the water had darken his hair, making in red like blood. Kevin had never really liked Jason, but seeing someone who had once been so full of life and spirit, he was captain of the football team for god sakes, seeing someone that vibrant be completely washed out, all signs of humanity ripped away. Kevin couldn’t take it. He just couldn’t. He didn’t realize that he was crying until Joaquin’s thumbs were on his cheeks, brushing the tears away.

“Hey hey.” Joaquin comforted, pulling Kevin to come sit down on a nearby rock. The river rose just enough to cover their toes. “What’s wrong, Kev?” Kevin just shook his head, mind still reeling with the memory of tripping over the dead boy. “Kevin. Kev, I need you to breath.” Joaquin tried not to let Kevin see just how nervous he was. “Breath with me baby.” Joaquin took a deep breath, slowly letting Kevin match his pace. He gently rubbed his hands up and down Kevin’s arms, trying to calm the other boy.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening.” Kevin responded as soon as his breathing evened out. He could still feel his heart beat racing, as if his heart was trying to escape his body. He felt like shit. Why couldn’t he keep it together? He had seen dead people before, his dad was the goddamn sheriff. He saw crime scene photos in his dad’s office all the time. He could vividly remember his mom’s funeral; he remembered how she looked all made up and calm in the silk lined coffin. Her eyes were closed, though. Jason’s had been open. Kevin had looked into Jason Blossom’s dead eyes. He had stood beside Sweet Water River, just looking into those eyes while Moose called Kevin’s dad. “His eyes were so lonely Joaquin. How could someone dead look so lonely?” Kevin finally looked up from his trembling hands to make eye contact with Joaquin.

“I don’t know Kev, I really don’t know.” Joaquin ran a hand through his hair, trying to decide if he was ready to share this with Kevin. He took a deep breath, “I want to tell you about my family.” Joaquin mumbled, taking Kevin’s large hand in his smaller one. “But I think we should probably get out of here first.” Kevin nodded, standing up and wrapping his arm around Joaquin’s waist before beginning the walk back to Kevin’s dad’s truck.

Joaquin didn’t let go of Kevin’s hand. Not while he was driving them back to the Keller residence, not when they made their way up to Kevin’s room, not when Kevin gently kissed him and pulled him onto the bed. Joaquin didn’t know if he would ever let go of Kevin’s hand.

Kevin almost had another panic attack as they walked back to the truck, but he didn’t. Joaquin’s hand was firm in his, grounding him and keeping him present. He was sure that Joaquin was just humoring him, not letting go of his hand, but Kevin couldn’t describe how important it was to him. He needed this. He needed Joaquin because his heart beat was still racing. It didn’t calm down until he was lying in his room, surrounded by familiar sights and breathing in Joaquin’s familiar scent.

Kevin and Joaquin were lying on their sides, facing each other. Kevin kept leaning in to brush his lips against Joaquin’s, a ghost of a kiss. He found it reassuring, feeling the warmth of Joaquin’s lips under his. He could feel the serpent’s heart beat where their chest were pressed together. When he looked into Joaquin’s eyes, they were full of live and passion and, love? Kevin wasn’t sure. Was it too early for love?

“Kev, can I tell you about my parents?” Joaquin whispered, avoiding eye contact with the taller man. Joaquin didn’t know why it was so important for him to tell Kevin about this. Maybe he thought it would calm Kevin down. Maybe help Kevin realize that Joaquin really did understand what he was going through. Cause Joaquin knew exactly what Kevin had meant when he had said that Jason’s eyes were lonely.

Kevin sucked in his breath. He didn’t know if he was ready to hear about this, but he wanted to be there for Joaquin the same way Joaquin had been there for him. “Absolutely.”

“I read somewhere that, after the age of seven, our brains delete most of our memories from early childhood. But my brain must have malfunctioned or something, cause every night, for thirteen years, I remember my parents.” Joaquin paused, closing his eyes and gripping tighter on Kevin’s hand. “I was four when they died, and Bas tells me that I’m making it up, that I’m remembering it all with rose colored glasses or something. I don’t think he’s ever gotten over it.” Joaquin paused again and Kevin opened his mouth to comfort him, to tell him that he understood, but Joaquin interrupted him. “Kev. If you start talking I don’t think I’ll get through this.” Kevin just nodded, resting his forehead against Joaquin’s and closing his eyes, inviting the boy to continue.

“Sebastian and I were in the car when my parents died. My dad was drunk, Sebastian says he can’t remember our dad ever being sober. But my mom. My mom was trying to calm him down, trying to get him to stop yelling and to pay attention to the road. I remember her last words. How fucked up is that?” He laughed angrily. “I’m seventeen and I remember my mom’s last words. She said ‘Honey, calm down. You’re scaring the children.’ And he said ‘Why do you think I give a rat’s ass about the children?’ And then we hit the black ice, and the car spun off the road. Bastian was only 14, he didn’t know what the hell to do, so we just sat in the car until 911 showed up. I remember looking at my mom, blood dripping down her forehead and just knowing that I would never forget the look in her eyes. She look so sad and lonely.” It was Kevin’s turn to bring his thumbs up to wipe away tears. He pressed a kiss to both of Joaquin’s cheeks, as if to erase the tear trails. Joaquin’s breath shook. “Kev, I want you to feel comfortable around me, okay? I need you to tell me if you aren’t okay with something.” Joaquin finished, trying to let Kevin know that they never had to go back to Sweet Water River again. Kevin smiled at him.

“I do feel comfortable around you Joaquin. I just, I thought I could do it.” He shrugged, “I was wrong. I just kept picturing him, wondering how he must have felt in those last seconds, facing down the barrel of a gun and just knowing that this was the end. That you were about to die.” Kevin’s breath had begun to accelerate again.

“Kev, calm down. Breathe okay, in and out. In and out.” Joaquin traced calming patterns on Kevin’s hand. Kevin slowed his heart rate, but looked at Joaquin inquisitorially.

“How do you know how to deal with… whatever these things are?”

Joaquin sighed, “I told you Sebastian had never gotten over it right?” Kevin nodded. “Well, he had panic attacks sometimes. I, uh, I had to figure out how to deal with it.” Kevin was incredulous.

“Joaquin, you’re seventeen.”

“Well observed preppy” Joaquin chuckled.

“Shut up,” Kevin hit his shoulder, “I mean, you shouldn’t have to deal with this kinda stuff. You’re still a kid.” Joaquin smiled sadly.

“So are you. But you know what your mom’s last words were too. And you can’t go to the river cause of a dead kid.” Joaquin seemed to realize something, “We live in Riverdale Kev, we are as normal as kids get in this town.” He smiled, his hand was still in Kevin’s, and he used it to pull the taller boy impossibly closer to him, connecting their lips.

Kevin sighed, deepening the kiss and forgetting about the shit they had been through. He was happy to just be with his boyfriend. To kiss his boyfriend and hold his hand and know that nothing could ruin this. This was his and this was perfect. He threw his leg over Joaquin’s, straddling the boy and furthering the kiss. He finally released Joaquin’s hand, bringing his up to slide under Joaquin’s shirt. Joaquin whimpered into Kevin’s mouth.

Kevin pulled away, smirking.

“I love you.” He admitted, biting his lip. Joaquin smiled, before flipping them so he was on top, straddling Kevin.

“I love you too, preppy. Now shut up and let me kiss you.”

“Sounds like a deal.” Kevin giggled and relaxed under Joaquin’s lips.

Should I start putting these under a cut? I think maybe I should. Some of them are pretty long. 

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Fool Me Once, Chapter Eight: And What Comes After

Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating: T
Warnings: References to hallucinations, mental trauma, physical trauma/scars

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven
Ao3 | ff.net

And that’s all, she wrote!!

Thank you so, so much to every single person who reads this. This is my first major Doctor Who fic and the reception has been beyond anything I could have dreamed! My heart is so full and I feel so welcomed, so thank you again. From the bottom of my heart. I feel like I can’t say it enough.

A very, very special thanks also to @chocolatequeennk for being my first beta, my incredible support as I took my baby steps into the world of the fandom, and just generally the best friend anyone could ask for.

Eternal and undying gratitude to @hellostarlight20, without whom none of this would be possible. You are my cheerleader, and your help has been absolutely invaluable. You made this story what it is, and I don’t have words to express how grateful I am. You are amazing. Thank you so much!

(btw I’m not sure I ever tagged it before but I’m pretty sure this fills plenty of stuff for @doctorroseprompts, most notably post-Midnight reunion and Bad Wolf shenanigans!)

Rose had just finished her shower and was rubbing a towel through her hair when she noticed that the TARDIS’ hum had changed. She’d been more attuned to it since returning to this universe and even more so since becoming Bad Wolf again.

This sound filled her with apprehension, and she didn’t stop to think, instead wrapping the towel around her and stepping out into the corridor. The TARDIS was leading her somewhere she’d never been before, but she scarcely spared a thought for her unfamiliar surroundings.

There was a single door at the end of the hall and Rose opened it without hesitation, driven by the sense of urgency she could feel from the TARDIS, halting only when she saw the room on the other side. It was the same room the Doctor had taken her to sleep in - had it only been the night before? It felt like it years - and she could hear the shower running in the en suite.

She hesitated again- surely the Doctor had to be all right if he was in the shower - but the TARDIS only pushed more urgently in response and it overrode Rose’s reluctance. She pushed open the door to the bathroom without even bothering to knock, in a move that would have felt uncomfortably bold were it not for her worry for the Doctor.

“Doctor?” she called, over the sound of water. The room was filled with steam - he’d clearly been in there for a while - and she could barely see. “Doctor, are you all right? I’m sorry, it’s just, the TARDIS…”

Her voice caught in her throat as she found the Doctor, standing motionless under the stream of water, elbows braced against the wall and both hands fisted in his hair, hunched over as though the weight of the spray was too much to bear. She froze - she’d never seen the Doctor looking so vulnerable, or so human. She ignored his state of nakedness - she could sense distress radiating from him and she bit her lip at the realisation that he’d just been pretending, in the console room.

He really wasn’t all right.

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peytonsawyers  asked:


Wow, okay…so for the first few seasons I didn’t even notice Bethyl, because their characters basically had zero interaction and for so long Beth was portrayed as just the sweet, angelic, fragile daughter of Hershel that tried to kill herself. 

The first time I remember sensing an interesting dynamic between them was in ‘30 Days Without An Accident’, when Daryl goes to tell her that Zach’s dead and she just tells him, “I don’t cry anymore”, then she hugs him. I don’t know why that scene struck a chord with me, maybe because it’s the first tiny glimpse of real character development we saw from Beth and although it was a very brief interaction, it felt really meaningful and showed a vulnerable side to both of them. 

Then season 4 happened and…wow. Here are these two characters that could not be more opposite if they tried. There’s Daryl, the badass, hot tempered, trailer trash who completely lacked any kind of stability or love in his childhood, practically raised himself and was exposed to the crueller side of life from such a young age and then there’s Beth, this pure, innocent church girl that in comparison to Daryl had a privileged life full of love and kindness and opportunities. Everything - and I mean everything - about them is opposite, then the world was thrown into chaos, they met by pure coincidence and then by another twist of fate were thrown into another awful situation (after Hershel’s death and the Govenor’s raid on the prison) and ended up alone together, separated from the rest of the group. The thing that makes Bethyl so special in my eyes, is that the time they spent together brought out an entirely new side to both of them - by solidifying Beth as a unique and worthy character and proving that the real Daryl isn’t necessarily in keeping with the facade he puts on a lot of the time - and that was truly the most heartwarming thing to see. 

Daryl is always so thick skinned and tries to conceal his emotions and stay strong but in reality he’s such a sensitive and troubled soul and Beth’s sensitivity and gentleness just brought out this raw and soft side to him. He spoke about his feelings, his childhood, he actually took her to his childhood home that was a source of painful memories for him and she listened to him, encouraged him to share with her and then she actually threw caution to the wind and said, “Fuck it, let’s burn this goddamn house to the ground, because that’s what you need to finally be free”. That moment (and the entirety of 4x11 actually) was just perfect. Beth challenged Daryl to face up to his emotional pain and baggage so that it would stop consuming him and Daryl exposed Beth to a different side of life and humanity, that I don’t think she’d truly seen before - even amidst a zombie apocalypse - and that was so important for her to develop as a person. By being with Daryl she completely destroyed the entire perception I (and probably everyone else, Daryl himself included) had of her up until that point. It’s like she was a phoenix that literally emerged from the ashes as this renewed and stronger person. 

When Daryl and Beth were together for that time, everything had gone to hell and they thought they might’ve lost everyone they cared about, like they literally had nothing to live for and things couldn’t have possibly gotten any worse, but they found their reason to live and it was each other

Those scenes in 4x13 when they’re in the church prove that. When Beth sings, Daryl just lies there and watches her and says, “Don’t stop.” You can see the hope and joy he feels just at hearing her sing. When they’re sitting in the kitchen and Beth asks, “So you do still think there’s good people in the world? What changed your mind?” and he just says, “You know…” and he looks at her and she looks at him and even though he doesn’t say it, it’s obvious that it’s her. Just being with her in that short space of time showed him that there was still good in the world, that there was something to go on living for. She was the embodiment of good in his eyes and for someone like Daryl who’s so cynical and generally sees the worst in the world and others, that was a huge deal. 

Basically, I love everything about Bethyl’s relationship. They’re one of the few ships where I can stand back and truly say that the writers did such a fantastic job in portraying their relationship, that I don’t think I would’ve changed a single thing about it (except I would’ve kept Beth alive, cos seriously she was killed off waaaay too prematurely, but that’s a separate issue). Bethyl didn’t need to become canon and have a big proclamation of love or sex for viewers to see that they had very complex and deep emotional ties to each other that were multi-layered and that definitely had romantic undertones. Like they connected in such a profound way that genuinely changed them so much in such a short space of time and it provided them with hope and joy at a time when it should’ve been impossible. 

But what I probably love most about them is that their relationship was very much rooted in actions, expressions and almost intuitive communication. They actually exchanged very few words that were meaningful or romantic. No “I love you’s” or “I’d die for you’s”, no over-used cliche crap or extensively long and unnecessary dialogues. With Bethyl when you saw them together you could just feel how much they cared for one another and the extent of their bond which is such a powerful thing, and whenever they did speak it was always so simplistic, yet beautiful and effective, like, “You’re gonna miss me so bad when I’m gone, Daryl Dixon.” 

In short Bethyl are that one pairing, in my opinion, where the whole ‘opposites attract’ thing actually worked to create a beautifully unique love story. 

(Sorry this is so long, but I am supposed to give my full opinion haha). 

Send me a character or ship and I’ll tell you my full opinion

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could do an Karma/Nagisa Assassination Classroom story about how their classmates found out their relationship ? It would just be awesome ^O^ (thanks for all your other stories btw they're all SUPER !)

A Little Gossip and a Little Lie An Ansatsu Kyoushitsu Fanfic by Gigglepud

Pairing: Karma/Nagisa
Rating: G
Words: 1289
Summary: Nagisa wants to keep his relationship with Karma a secret. It’s harder than it sounds. 


Nagisa knows what the general public thinks of middle schoolers in relationships; either with judgemental raised eyebrows or mocking laughter. But the shadow clouding his mind is of a certain prevalent woman in his life.

Mildly, he wonders if his mother would perhaps approve their relationships because dating a boy is the something a girl would do. But realistically, his mother would just rage at how it’s just one more thing that is so wrong with his life.

Nevertheless when he looks into Karma’s sparkling eyes, he does it with a wide smile. “Yes, sure, I’d love to go out with you.” Then the unleashed anger of her mother flashes before his eyes, and he hesitates as he says in a quieter tone, “But can we keep this a secret, just between the two of us, please?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi. Idk if you still take requests(?) anymore, but if you do can you please make a snowbaz shower scene, not necessarily smutty or anything... They would be so shy and delicate with each other because they're not used to seeing each other naked when it aren't sexual. Please omg this would be so cute

Hi, thank you for the request! Just, fyi, I always take request ;D

aww, yea, I love this idea (and, yea, I’m not going to make it smutty, bc I don’t feel comfortable writing smut.) 
Wow, I was planning on just a short blurb, but this is quite long. I hope you like it! 

It’s a cold morning and Simon is still in bed. I am in the bathroom in just my boxers and an old T-shirt. I’m looking for a new bottle of hair conditioner. I want to take a shower, but I need my hair conditioner. All I had been able to find was an empty conditioner bottle and it was frustrating me that, apparently, neither Simon or Penny had bought a new one. 

I walk back into Simon’s bedroom, straight towards my snoring boyfriend. 

“Simon,” I say, shaking him lightly. 

Simon groans, still half asleep. “What is it Baz?” 

“Where is the hair conditioner?” 


“I said, where is the hair conditioner?” 

“In the bathroom cupboard,” Simon answers with a hoarse morning voice.

“I have already looked there, I can’t find it.”

Simon sighs theatrically and gets out of bed. He stands in front of me, yawning and rubbing one hand in his eyes. “I’ll show you,” he says when he gives me a quick peck on the cheek. 

We reach the bathroom. 

“Simon, I really don’t think there is any hair conditioner. I looked everywhere and all I could find was an empty bottle. I think you and Penny forgot to buy a new one” I ramble. 

Simon ignores me and within seconds he hands me a new bottle of conditioner. “Of course we bought a new one, Baz,” he says. “We know you can’t go without it.” He has a grin playing on his lips. 

“Thank you,” I tell him and Simon walks towards the bathroom door, but instead of walking out of it he stays inside and closes the door.

“Uh, Simon, you can go now, I’m going to take a shower.”

“No, we are taking a shower.” He corrects me, still sounding sleepy. I go completely still. 

“I am not letting you wake me up and then shutting me out for twenty minutes because you’re taking a shower,” he says, and he sounds confident about the whole idea of taking a shower together.

His confidence doesn’t last for long though. We both get awkwardly quiet, standing in front of each other, waiting for one of us to start stripping down. Simon is wearing pajama bottoms (and a boxer, I assume). I see Simon’s cheeks slowly turning pink. 

It’s not like we haven’t been naked in front of each other, it’s just, those times we we’re being… passionate. Being naked whilst being passionate with each other and being naked whilst just being in your natural habitat were two very different things. 

Simon is the one to make the first more. He slowly moves closer to me and takes the hem of my shirt. I stand there, completely still, whilst he lifts my shirt, revealing my stomach, and than my chest. I raise my arms and Simon lifts my shirt off of me. 

Simon plants a soft kiss on my collarbone and then he looks at me. He’s waiting. It’s my turn. 

I hook my fingers under the waistband of his pajama bottoms. I let them glide down Simon’s legs and Simon steps out of them. 

Then we both stand straight, looking at each other. We’re both in just our boxers now. What now? 

“We take our boxers off on three?” I suggest.

Simon giggles. “Okay.” 


I feel a tingling rise in my stomach. 


I swallow a huge swallow, pushing my nerves away. 


We both take off our boxers, but we’re too nervous to look at each other. I lock my eyes on his, too scared to lock down. Simon does the same. After a long stare we both start to giggle. If fighting the urge of covering myself up. 

“We’re a mess,” Simon says. I agree. 

Then we finally dare to look at each other. I stare at Simon and I take it all in. He’s truly beautiful. I look up at his eyes again, but he isn’t looking back, he’s staring at me and I blush. When he does look up at me again he smiles, I smile back. 

I take a step towards Simon, standing close to him now. I cup his face with my hands and kiss him sweetly. “You’re beautiful,” I tell him. 

“You’re beautiful, too, Baz.” 

We kiss and then I turn away from him and walk into the shower cabin. I can practically feel Simon’s eyes burn on my bum, but I try to ignore it.

Simon follows after me and I turn on the shower. 

The hot water relaxes my muscles. Simon stands really close to me. We have to stand close or else we won’t fit under the water stream together. 

I slide my arms around his waist and Simon places his arms around my neck. I smile at him. Then I lay my head on Simon’s shoulder and he does the same. 

We stand there, enjoying the warm water and each others company. 

“Baz?” Simon murmurs.

“Yes, love?” 

“Can I wash your hair.”

“No. You know you can’t.”

“Why? You don’t trust me with your hair?”

“I barely trust myself with my own hair.”

He chuckles at that. 

“Will you wash my hair?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I reply. And I do.

I massage the shampoo into his hair. He seems to enjoy it. 

When I’m done with his hair I do my own and Simon just watches me do it. We’re both a more comfortable now. 

When we’re done in the shower we get out and help each other dry off. We stand in front of each other with towels around us. 

We kiss and we smile. We come to the agreement we have to do this more often. 

Send me a quote/general request and I’ll write a short snowbaz fic/blurb!!

anonymous asked:

Can you please tell me why you ship Delena? ... After Damon killed Aaron, tried to kill Jeremy, tried to kill Bonnie, tried to turn her into a vampire, etc. Damon and Elena are an abusive and toxic relationship, all they do is talk about how wrong they are for each other... & when they're not doing that, they're having sex! I don't see how anyone could ship them... Besides the fact Damon is "hot."

I first started watching the show over the summer because I had run out of shows to watch and I had heard that the show was good. I was hesitant to watch the show because I am a die hard Buffy fan, and I didn’t want to watch a knock off version of Buffy or Twilight. But out of sheer boredom and lack of money, I decided to give the show a try. I have to admit, it was hard to get through the first 10 episodes, the only thing that kept me intrigued was Damon and Elena. Since 1x2 and there first meeting, I could feel sexual tension and chemistry between them. Elena wasn’t afraid of him, and yet, she was more honest with him than with Stefan. I could tell from the beginning that Elena was pretending to be something that she wasn’t around Stefan, but around Damon, she seemed more comfortable to express herself. And Damon really saw Elena, and seemed to understand her on a level that Stefan never got. This was so obvious to me in 1x3, which I have talked about a lot. The fact that Damon was the one who noticed that Elena was miserable cheerleading and lets her know that it is unrealistic and okay to not want the same things anymore…and this is only after knowing her for a couple of days. Something that completely eluded Stefan as he tried to be the football hero of Mystic Falls High.

By the time I hit 1x11, when Damon and Elena went to Atlanta, I was hooked on the show. I think that I marathoned all 4 seasons in less than a week….okay, I didn’t have a lot going on during the summer…but their dynamic was written so well.  I found myself drawn to the scenes with Damon and Elena, and I completely ignored Stefan. To me, it was no contest…I knew that eventually Damon and Elena would get together…but you have to keep in mind that I started watching the show completely unaware of ships or whatever….so I never saw Stefan as a viable option. Because the relationship of the show is Damon and Elena….Stelena was just the writers way of showing contrast between the two relationships. While Damon and Elena have something very real, Elena and Stefan have a fabricated relationship that has absolutely no depth, and the only way to really show this and show Elena and Damon was to have a relationship with Stefan, which brought out everyone’s flaws as well as the good things about them. That contrast was key in order to build a good story. Because now, we can look at the show and compare Delena with Stelena…how healthy Delena is compared to Stelena…how fucking amazing Damon is.

So, why do I like Damon and Elena? I think that their evolution is a huge part of why I like them. I think that Damon has loved Elena since he met her and she didn’t put up with his crap, she kind of challenged him to see that things do matter..to be the better man…and he challenged her to be herself and not try to be something that she is not. He was honest with her, especially in 2x3 when he says that Elena is a lot like Katherine…and let’s face it..they are related and they are alike (manipulative etc) which is so ironic because Stefan told Elena explicitely that she is nothing like Katherine, whereas Damon has commented on their similarities on several occasions. But Damon doesn’t see that as a bad thing. He would never judge Elena, but he does see the real girl…the one who concocted a plan to kill Kol and reveal the hunter’s mark…the one who daggered an Original twice…the one who stood up to Klaus, Rebekah, and Katherine…this is the girl that he sees and loves. And as Damon put it, he wanted it to be real… his whole relationship with Katherine was a fabrication and he knew it…Damon has never really had anyone love him for him until Elena let him into her life. As she said, I like you just the way you are.

Because Elena can be honest about who she is around Damon, there is a level of security and safety that she will never have with Stefan. Think about it, when you truly love someone, and they love you…so completely…that they love the real you..there is such safety in that. It is pure bliss..which is why Elena is so happy in s5. Shit has hit the fan, and she is still happy because she knows at the end of the day she has someone who loves her for her..someone who did not try to fix her or make her feel like a monster…someone who knew exactly where she would be when she was haunted by her demons and spiraled out of control. And likewise, Elena broke down a window in a police station to get to Damon before he was about to die. She was the one that saw how hurt he was when Katherine wasn’t in the tomb and gave him a hug. She was the one that knew that he would be the one to save his brother, and she could admit that it wouldn’t be her. She was the one that went after him when he was stuck in the burning basement in s1. She was the one that used manipulation to save him from Lexi’s vengeful ex, and Rebekah. She was the one to forgive him for snapping Jeremy’s neck, and yet at the same time told him that he couldn’t pull that shit with her. She was the one that went balistic when he was shot with werewolf venom in 4x23. There is a beautiful balance in their relationship that I think often gets overlooked by the fandom…and sometimes the writers.

Let’s talk about chemistry. Damon and Elena have it in spades. They have had it from day one. I was re-watching 3x22 today, and they even had it in their brief encounter before her parents died. There is tangible sexual tenstion which makes every interaction between the two of them intense..in the best way. One of my favorite episodes is 2x3 because even though Elena hates Damon, they have this hot chemistry that doesn’t even compare to Stefan and Elena. I laughed out loud when Elena gave Stefan that kiss by the car to make Damon jealous, because the hottest Stelena kiss…was for Damon, and come on, we know that she was thinking about Damon during that kiss. But let’s talk about this episode a little more…when he takes the arrow for her, and then teases her…I love every minute of these two idiots. But that is because they have chemistry…a connection and a mutual desire. Which makes 3x19 the best kissing scene on television…ever. Because there is such longing and desire from it. Elena was so afraid to be with Damon, but in the hotel, she let go of that inhibition. And I loved how in the end she just has this cute smirk on her face that is the perfect combination of bliss and a little naughtiness…and a little confusion. It was passionate…innocent…it was beautiful. 

So, why do I love Damon and Elena? Because it is them against the Universe, and I have all of the faith in the world that they will kick the Universe’s ass. Because they are an eternal true love story.

hi yes i believe today is the day to talk about way-too-codependent jack and gabe and ignore everything canon says about how jack became a super soldier (inspired by the first couple pics on this post) 

so they meet shortly before undergoing the “soldier enhancement” (aka: we’re trying to make a captain america let’s see which of you survives lol of course your chances are high) program and are politely kind to each other. they’re sitting in the debriefing room, both way earlier than the other subjects and alone. they chat a bit, jack makes gabe laugh with a ‘jarhead’ joke, and eventually the other subjects trickle in. 

there’s a lot of them. at least a hundred. gabe and jack get separated as they’re given numbers— gabe is 91, jack is 76. they take fifteen at a time, and the room slowly empties over the course of the entire day. jack’s was the second to last group, gabe’s the last. 

there’s injections and probes and so many ethically questionable pills and drugs pumped into their systems. the ones that don’t get nosebleeds are dragged gracelessly out to fancy, soft, cozy, barracks 

like the blankets are the softest jack ever felt and the pillows are super fluffy. they drop him off on the bottom bunk closest to the door and he passes out, not even bothering to struggle under the blankets

he wakes up maybe two hours later because someone flops on top of him. he can barely move, like all of his limbs are full of sludge and muck. he groans questioningly and cracks his eyes open to see gabe curling into his side


he points in the general direction of the ceiling and/or the top bunk. “too many steps.” 

“nngh” he means that to be an acquiescing tone, but he doesn’t think the sentiment gets across. his head flops over to rest on top of gabe’s and they both pass out 

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that time I almost hijacked a Blindspot promo without even thinking about it

So, I saw this lovely promo image post and got completely distracted by asundayinaugust‘s tags, one of which was this:


(The following was entirely tacked onto that post as a reblog before I realized how insane that would be for Blindspot fans to come across when they just wanted to see their pretty stars being too cute for life. Happily, I figured that out before actually reblogging it. Sometimes I literally have the intensity of Leslie Knope and the mental vocal tones of Chris Traeger.)

I do wonder sometimes about the way they promote The Blacklist when James and Megan have just as much chemistry in public as they do onscreen. 

Originally posted by lizzingtonshipper

I like to think it has more to do with James’s side of things, because I adore him and if he’s not comfortable doing as much press, I respect that…but after everything behind the scenes this year I worry that it’s the PTBs honestly thinking that it’s enough or even better to pair Megan with Ryan or Diego because look how young and attractive they are!

Originally posted by sydneybristowe

I think Megan and Ryan, and Megan and Diego (as well as Amir and Mozhan) are adorable and do have great chemistry for promos and public appearances…

Originally posted by pl3as3-tak3-m3-t0-w0nd3rland

(look how cute they are! stop it)…but Megan and James’s characters have been at the center of the show from the beginning, and when the only S3 promotional tape I’m seeing so far is her with Ryan it feels to me like they’ve tried to replace James in the picture of what TBL is about.

Again, nothing against Ryan or any of the other cast members. I’d love to see cute, flirty promos with the whole cast, like what I see floating around for Once Upon A Time and Scandal (seriously this stuff is fabulous, do this). Mix it up! Let them play off each other! I would gif and fangirl over that like no one’s business! But could you also show off your leads a bit more? Cuz they’re perfect and the belief that James Spader can’t be used to promote the show he stars in because they need to bring in viewers with the younger actors is so blatantly false and upsetting.

Please take a look at the internet, where many people under 35 find James Spader as/more attractive than other, younger male leads on TV. Please recognize that your show literally began with James Spader and he’s not just some background actor keeping things going when your other storylines take a break!

Sorry for going on like this, but the possibility that anybody in power has deemed James not an asset and instead even a little bit negligible makes me put on my James-Spader-has-been-wronged face. Even when there’s no foronceiwannabethecarcrash​ at home to tell me I’m making it. ;)  

And yes, here I am all upset after saying that I really only care about what happens on the show…when apparently what I meant was: I don’t care about what people are saying behind the scenes as long as I like what I see on the actual show–but for the love of James Spader and all that is holy could we get some promos of the cast where they actually interact and are personable and cute that include James? He’s a beautiful, sassy cinnamon roll and he clearly does his public appearance duty for other projects so it really shouldn’t be that difficult.

Here endeth the rant which is hopefully a moo point because again, I’m really hoping it’s actually James choosing to keep himself out of the fray but with what we’ve seen thus far I worry.

I wanted to include the Megan and James gif of ultimate cuteness here, I’m sure some of you know the one I mean…but the gif search couldn’t find it for me. :(

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I love all your fics! Thanks a lot for writing it. I don't want to bother you or anything but do you think you could write a fic where Lydia spends more and more time with Parrish and Stiles thinks they're dating and gets jealous so he gives Lydia and Parrish a whole speech about how wrong and illegal it would be for them to be dating and they're both like ' what the hell he's even talking about' since they're only friends. Would be great thanks :D

Thank you for reading and no problem, I love writing them!

And not a bother at all. I can write that :) 

Everyone loves jealous Stiles…

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