otp: we could be more

guys guys - clexa forehead kisses.

  • quick kisses to the forehead of a sleepy clarke who mumbles ‘have a good day’ to her heda before the sun has even started to rise. 
  • giddy kisses peppered enthusiastically all over lexa’s forhead, the reward for absentminded and disarming comments about clarke’s character and strength
  • reverent kisses, lips brushing right over lexa’s medallion
  • playful kisses that come with an insincere apology for laughing when said medallion gets stuck to clarke’s lips
  • flustered and stolen kisses, shared all around the polis tower between two girls still trying to find the balance between head and heart
  • casual kisses, given without hesitation to clarke, curled up on the armchair in lexa’s room as she draws, or to greet lexa when she’s found soaking in a hot bath after a particularly challenging day
  • placating kisses pressed to the sweaty forehead of a grumpy, pouting clarke after lexa knocks her on her butt during a sparring session
  • tipsy kisses, all sloppy and loose after a night celebrating the engagement of two leaders - two women - who work tirelessly to improve the lives of their people because their love reminds them that certain things make it all worthwhile
  • kisses tinged with desperation as clarke stands at the edge of polis, not quite ready to see her commander off to war
  • lingering kisses as they drift off to sleep, naked and tangled in each other. happy. peaceful. always ending the day the way they start it: together

clexa forehead kisses

anonymous asked:

Deamuussssss "Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?"

137. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“Okay, next round’s on me.”

“Nonsense. We’re celebrating your and Harry’s engagement. The bride-to-be does not pay for drinks.”

“Fine, then everyone give me their money. I’m at least still fetching them.”

There was shuffling around the booth as everyone reached into their pockets for money, and after collecting the coins and everyones drink orders, Ginny went up to the bar.

“She’s a good blade, our Ginny,” Seamus said, draining the last of his pint.

“Yeah, she’s the best,” Harry replied dreamily, resting his chin on his arms as he looked over to where Ginny was trying to get the attention of the bartender.

“Yeh know, it’s a real good thing yeh called dibs on her,” Seamus continued, his words slurring slightly. “Otherwise I might be tryin’ teh marry her.”

At this, Dean snorted. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“What?” replied Seamus, turning to his boyfriend and looking offended.

“You realize Ginny is a girl right?” Dean said, his voice amused. “And you’re bent as–”

“–a nine bob note, yeah yeah,” Seamus finished. “Listen, love can overcome all sorts of obstacles.”

“Is that right?”

“Just because yeh missed yehr shot with Ginny doesn’t mean there’s no hope for me.”

“You better consider yourself lucky I missed my shot with Ginny. Otherwise I wouldn’t have settled for your arse.”

Seamus grinned. “Yeah, that’s true.” He leaned over and gave Dean a kiss on the lips.

“Are you two done talking about stealing away my girlfriend?” Harry interjected. Dean broke away from Seamus.

“She’s your fiancée, mate. You better get used to saying it.”

“Hey, he’s got time,” Ron chimed in. Then, raising his voice so he could be heard across the room. “Oi, Gin! You gonna come back with those drinks before we have beards like Dumbledore?”

Ginny weaved her way through the crowd, levitating the drinks in front of her with her wand. “Careful, Ronald. Or these are going on your head.”

Despite her threat, Ginny simply lowered the drinks down on the table and everyone grabbed their orders.

“Speaking of beards,” said Neville casually, taking a sip of his Firewhisky, “would you like to hear about how Seamus wants you to be his?”


“Why do these characters, why are they so connected to one another? You know this film explores that connection. “ - Scarlett Johansson

BruceNat Lab Headcanons

Okay the post I made earlier about the little looks Bruce and Nat exchanged in the lab in AOU has given me feelings. And those feelings have become headcanons. And now I’m just inflicting them all on you.

Like Bruce and Nat hanging out in the lab is a thing that happens; it’s a thing that’s been happening for a while; it’s a thing that I love for various reasons:

 I get the feeling both of them are night owls and she just gets used to floating up to the lab and keeping him company, watching him work, letting him absently bounce theories and data and information off of her, just kind of thinking out loud, barely paying attention to what’s coming out of his mouth. 

And she just loves this, because he’s so relaxed and at ease and everything is just comfortable and unconscious and he looks and feels at home here. And he gets ridiculously excited about tiny little discoveries or breakthroughs that he makes (as seen above) and Nat finds this incredibly enjoyable as well. 

Some nights they don’t say anything at all to each other. There’s just this unspoken agreement between them that the lab is sort of their ‘safe space’ when they’re there alone together. Sometimes he’ll wander up there and she’ll have set up shop first, with a book perhaps, waiting for him, or this just being habit by now, and he’s fine with this (and he wouldn’t be fine with it if it was anyone but her, but it is her, so) 

Sometimes Bruce is there first when Natasha arrives and they just exchange a little nod before she settles herself in her usual corner. And they’re okay with silence, it’s fine, they don’t need to be talking and constantly reassuring each other of their continued presence and the comfort they take in that. They just know. 

Natasha helping in some of Bruce’s experiments (and reminding him that you need gloves when dealing with hydrochloric acid, the calluses on his hands attest to the number of times he forgets about this, she doesn’t mind that, she sort of likes it, but still, if she can avoid something burning holes in her doctor then she will) Natasha having very steady hands and Bruce is very impressed and pleased by this and jokes about keeping her on as a full time assistant then flushes and fumbles off before he catches her smile. 

Natasha bringing Bruce tea and the occasional cup of coffee and food too dammit, even geniuses need to eat sometimes. 

Bruce finding Natasha curled up like a cat in the corner of the lab fast asleep and covering her over with a blanket he keeps on hand for occasions like this and letting her sleep a while before he gently nudges her awake and leads her off somewhere more comfortable. (where he more often than not just ends up joining her) 

 Natasha shocking the team a few weeks after these little lab sessions begin by spouting off a very technical, advanced physics theory that Bruce mumbled at her a few weeks ago to general astonishment. 

Bruce and Natasha developing their own little shorthand in response to these many sessions they’ve spent together and everyone else in the team noticing how easily they work together and can communicate in short looks and nods, little touches and gestures. 

Bruce unconsciously cursing in Russian the way Nat does sometimes to general astonishment. 

Natasha realising after a few weeks that Bruce is still trying to work on a cure for the Hulk and still doesn’t entirely trust himself even after everything that’s happened. She doesn’t say anything to him then but the day after she figures this out she finds him, leads him down into the training rooms and tells him she has a new idea she thinks will help that they can call the ‘lullaby’… 


‘He’ll send a postcard’ 

‘Wish you were here’ 

For anonymous: 

Brucenat + Faceless