they put each other to sleep

canfelixfixmygrades  asked:

Are you able to do 1990 Stenbrough + Reddie headcanons if it's OK with you?

I know you waited ages for this so im sorry to be the let down I am BUT I’m gonna assume you mean 1990 as in the miniseries? and I’m just gonna do Reddie cause i didn’t really get a lot of stenbrough in that so it’s hard for me to imagine the dynamic

so uh did someone say Reddie reconnecting as adults when they all come back to Derry?? because miniseries adult reddie OWNS my ass

  • after they have dinner and they meet and everyone fills everyone else in on what they’re doing in life, Richie finds out Eddie’s hotel room is on the same floor as his and it’s dead ass all he can think about (i don’t remember their sleeping situation so if this is inaccurate then Tommy Lee Wallace can let me know if he has an issue)
  • he lies in his bed that night and asks himself in a million ways how on earth he could have forgotten those baby brown eyes or that sweet smile or the way his stomach knots when he hears him talk or laugh or do fucking anything
  • he asks himself this while the image of Eddie laughing and drunk and eating chinese food dances tortuously around his head and he finally gets up because he has to see him alone, and talk to him
  • but when he starts down the hallway Eddie is already halfway to richie’s room, hovering in the hallway - which he later admits he had been doing for twenty minutes of painful indecision - and they both give a small exhale
  • Richie cracks an easy smile and fills the stretch of tacky carpet between them, “can’t sleep either?”
  • Eddie seems to have less inhibitions for once, steps once more forward so their chests are almost touching and tilts his head back just a little to look at richie, “I changed the channel when you came on my TV the other day - how did I forget you so completely?”
  • Richie gives a loud gasp and looks at Eddie with complete offense, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face, “You don’t think my jokes are funny?!”
  • “The political stuff is getting a little old.”
  • “I was just telling my agent that exact same thing!”
  • They make their way into Richie’s room when someone pops their head out of their room to ask them to quiet down
  • they end up talking for the whole night, its nearly 2am when Eddie notices the time and his eyes go wide
  • “maybe I should go”
  • The reluctance in his voice is so clear, and he and richie are so close on the bed - it took no time for them to return to their old dynamic, all witty banter and underlying meanings to teasing flirts and always being close enough that anyone who looked too long might give them a problem
  • something about the way eddie leaned tired into richie’s side while pretending to muster up the energy to move gave the red head the strange sense of courage
  • “we were always different then the others, did you notice it too?”
  • “what do you mean?”
  • richie has to look away but he keeps talking (doesn’t he always?) “with each other, I didn’t see you how I saw them”
  • It’s so blatant that the air in the room seems to change like a switch was flicked, Eddie looks at Richie and Richie looks at Eddie and something silent passes between them, a confirmation
  • It’s eddie that goes in for the kiss and richie that deepens it, they don’t go any further but eddie sleeps in richie’s room that night
  • the next morning they cant seem to stop touching each other at breakfast, eddies hand on richies arm while he says something funny here, richies hand on eddies lower back while he moves behind him there
  • eddie puts together richie’s coffee - secretly decaf because lord knows richie tozier doesn’t need caffeine - and richie gets eddie a plate of eggs and toast straight from the kitchen (do you know how much disease can be transferred through a buffet?)
  • everyone reads the change but none of them know how to say it
  • finally ben lets out a loud huff that makes everyone at the table jump and says “did something happen last night because you two are acting domestic and -” he pauses and eddie’s red in the face so bev finishes his though for him
  • “we all had an idea that there was something when we were kids”
  • its out there now - just as scary as what they had to face in the sewer, maybe even more so, and no one at the table looks like they’re about to hurl their breakfast at the thought of richie and eddie so uh
  • so richie nods
  • that’s it, he just gives a cocky smile and a nod and eats another forkful of eggs and eddie just splutters horribly
  • “you never stop talking and now you’re quiet?!”
  • “if you want to tell everyone what happened last night you can go ahead eds, but i never took you as one to brag”
  • “don’t call me that!”
  • the tension between everyone eases, and they remember the real fight waiting for them
  • as soon as they’re done eating they go to mikes so that they can plan their approach and if eddie and richie sit tangled together and whisper soft words to each other when they start to get scared no one say anything about it

anonymous asked:

i'm 20 and in the phandom. i reblog from my grave. i make edits that got inspired by other peoples grave quotes. 'damn it this sucks' was a rough one. i faced god twice and she simply nodded because i've been roaming this earth nearly as long as her.

damn you’re so ancient 😩😩 i am at the state where every morning i break my legs, and every afternoon i break my arms. at night, i lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep. because i was born with glass bones and paper skin. in two years i will be in my grave but right now all i can do is follow kids that ride hoverboards and hit them off with my cane and laugh maniacally. as soon as i do that kids take my dentures and run away while punching each other and saying “yo tony, you are straight up savage bro!” i don’t know what that means but they say it a lot, tony is the cause of world war II.

summer depression things
  • sleeping in way too late
  • “oh no it’s 4 am and i’m still awake”
  • mindlessly refreshing the same apps over and over
  • picking up a book only to put it down because the words aren’t processing in your brain
  • listening to the same three albums repeatedly
  • either eating every snack you own within an hour or forgetting to eat for like half the day
  • “if i don’t do my summer homework it doesn’t exist”
  • wearing the same sundress three days in a row
  • watching your friends hang out with each other as you stay at home and stare at the wall
  • consistently forgetting to respond to people who text you
  • reminiscing over past summers and how much fun you had then
  • wanting the school year to start but also feeling Crushing Anxiety when you think of how soon it is
  • drinking like a gallon of water every hour or not having any water all day and dehydrating
  • unbrushed hair
  • lying down on the floor
  • “what day is it today”
  • mosquitoes make you feel downright murderous
  • watching movies only to get distracted
  • even sitting around at home makes you tired
  • this is not fun

Things I will never get sick of reading in 8th year fics…

  • Harry giving Draco his wand back, their fingers lingering at the hand off
  • 8th year shared common room 
  • Harry and Draco being assigned as roommates
  • And at first its so awkward and strained but then they realize if they stop fighting about everything they actually get along fairly well
  • that moment Harry sees Draco in his pajamas for the first time; its early morning and Draco’s hair is falling around his face in soft looking wisps, there are pillow lines on his cheek and he looks younger, softer somehow, and its the first time Harry has ever seen him without any facade.  It makes him question everything he thinks he knows about the other boy.
  • Or the first time Draco sees Harry asleep, and of course he’s used to seeing Harry casual and relaxed so its not even the sight of him curled in his bed in just a pair of pajama pants and a worn Chudley Canons shirt that throws him off kilter, it’s just that he’s not used to seeing him so open.  It does something to Draco, watching Harry’s face as he sleeps, hes so exposed laying there without the brave face he puts on for everyone else.  It makes something inside of him break.
  • MIDNIGHT SEEKERS GAMES
  • which ofc lead to each one of them trying not to notice what the other one looks like with flushed cheeks and windswept hair; what they look like when they’re really free and happy and how much it shocks them to realize that they want to be able to make the other one look that happy too
  • Party Games Trope need I say more
  • Harry helping Draco learn how to cast a Patronus
  • Harry and Draco comforting each other from nightmares because its so much easier to talk about it in the middle of the night when no one can see you, as if the darkness protects you from your truths
  • EVERYTHING.  Seriously give me every damn thing about 8th year and Harry and Draco growing and healing and finally being free to be teenagers and have fun and be silly and goof around and discover themselves and find love and finally, fucking finally, find happiness; to find each other.
but how about lance making a huge stuffed toy for himself to sleep with

it’s a copy of his Lion, of course, with as many details as he could master, very soft and perfect amount of squishy

Lance sleeps with it every night, hugging tightly, and it makes him feel less alone

Keith knows about it and mercilessly (but friendly of course, cause they’ve become best friends and love each other dearly and also there’s something blossoming between them) teases him

one day Lance has too much of his jokes and sews a Red Lion toy for Keith

Keith scoffs and, of course, accepts the gift, but doesn’t even put it on his bed, just beside it

Lance pouts and constantly reminds Keith to at least pet it, if he is not going to sleep with it (which is its primary function) and says it was made with love

(keith manages to walk out of the room fast enough so Lance wouldn’t see his blushing face)

comes a time when Allura sends Lance on a solo mission

the mission goes very bad

all the paladins rush to the rescue, fighting tooth and nail, but they’re too late

the worst thing is, they can’t even retrieve Lance’s body, cause it’s buried deep under planet’s lava-covered ground

no one says it out loud, but they’re pretty sure the quiet muffled noise at the back of their heads, sad mourning sounds, is Blue’s equivalent for crying

Keith comes back to his room, feeling numb

when he lifts up his blanket, he sees his Red toy lying on the side, one huge plush paw covered by a piece of paper

it’s Lance’s handwriting

it says, ‘Sleep with her until I get back from the mission! <3″

Keith sobs. he pulls Red to him and wraps his arms around her.

she’s as soft as Lance promised.

Keith thinks about how Lance’s lion toy will never be hugged again by him.

from this night on Keith sleeps with two lions in his bed.

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some very important Christophe Giacommeti & Viktor Nikiforov headcanons:

shoutout to @lavenderprose who has the same brain as me when it comes to YOI/Viktor hcs

  • Chris and Viktor have been friends for 10+ years. if the scene with Viktor at juniors is his last year as a junior, that means they met when Viktor was about 15 and Chris was about 13. They have almost certainly been through Some Shit together and know the other one better than they know themselves.
  • every year at worlds, the night after the free skate, regardless of the results, the two of them buy 3 bottles of shitty wine and watch whatever movies they’ve been texting each other about throughout the season. The Notebook, Pitch Perfect, The Avengers, whatever it is, they get wine drunk and MST3K the hell out of it after the medal ceremony.
  • (they keep doing this even after Yuuri – actually, Yuuri was invited one time but couldn’t quite get the hang of the banter. you can’t make up 10 years of friendship for 6 months of dating, no matter how in love you are.)
  • They are fully aware of the idea that they’re dating/have dated/are sleeping together/have slept together etc.  They think it’s hilarious. There’s even a ship name for it – Viktophe – and they regularly browse the twitter tag and send each other screenshots of the funniest ideas.
  • they also read the RPF about them to each other in hotel rooms during events
  • that meme where one person bursts into the room like “I knew you were having sex” and one of the pair is like “oh no one told me I would have put down my book”? that’s them.
  • They have biweekly bitchfest skype/phone calls where they just dish on whatever dumb shit has happened to them recently.  
  • When they were younger and Viktor still had really long hair Christophe would fix it for galas and events. He really liked to try out pinterest/youtube tutorials but didn’t have a model so Viktor would volunteer, then show up to a sponsorship event with like a hairbow updo.
  •  you’d think Yakov would hate him considering the both of them 100% are terrible influences on each other re:acting like drama queens, being massive flirts, buying lululemon yogas with “peach” emblazoned across the ass
  • but actually Chris is a really good influence on Viktor in more important ways. i.e. ensuring he doesn’t kill himself and making sure Yakov knows to keep an eye out on him.
  • there have been at least 3 times Chris has called Yakov at an ungodly hour of the morning insisting he go check on Viktor because he was very worried that Viktor was going to do something stupid
  • chris is almost always right about this. yakov has found his star skater on the ledge and had to coax him down and into the shower more times than he’d like to admit. chris knows viktor, knows his tells, knows when he’s starting to get bad again
  •  by the time they’re 20 and 22, yakov goes to chris if he’s worried about viktor’s mental health but viktor won’t talk about it.  no one’s ever said it aloud, but they all know that Chris may well be the reason Viktor is still alive
  • tl:dr – chris has been worried about his best friend for a long time and when he sees how viktor lights up with yuuri, he gets to breathe easy for the first time in a long time

I think one of my favorite things about wondertrev is that even after they sleep together (because let’s be real they totally did it) their relationship does not really change. There was no scene afterwards that showed them awkwardly looking at each other, not knowing what to say, or making a big deal out of it. Steve doesn’t suddenly become overprotective of her or treat her differently. They still encouraged each other, respected each other, and argued throughout the movie. Their relationship and love for each other continued to progress without putting an emphasis that they were a couple

you act like you still care and i act like the thought of you and her together doesn’t bother me
but truthfully i can’t settle for being friends and i think you know that too
maybe this entire situation is out of our control and neither one of us has a say in how things work out
but at the same time i was willing to put my entire life on the line to save what we had and you let it go as quickly as you moved on
you know, that last time i kissed you i didn’t want to let go
you said we’d see each other again but i could hear the goodbye in your voice
when you’re a 16 year old girl in love and in denial, you believe everything that will keep you from aching a little while longer
even now, after all we’ve put each other through, you still call me on your way home and i still think of you before i go to sleep
i don’t know what it means to be friends, but i know that friends don’t talk to each other the way that we do
i don’t think you can honestly tell me you don’t miss holding my hand or drinking my coffee
so, maybe i’m making all of this up in my head and i’m never going to hold your hand again
or maybe we’ll see each other again and it’ll be like no time has passed and you’ll kiss me like you did 4 months ago
—  i don’t want to sound like i’m having a hard time letting go, but i’m having a hard time letting go

random klance stuff (consider it a sequel of this post):

  • they have a very long, intense conversation about what life was like at the garrison. they talk about the subjects they disliked, the one they liked etc. at some point the convo takes a sudden turn and keith gets more personal as it continues. “i was always on my own i never tried to open myself up and i’m genuinely sorry for it. who knows maybe..maybe we could have been friends back there, maybe…maybe something more.” cue lance smiling because this boy
  • when they come back to earth i imagine keith sort of awkwardly standing to the side while the other paladins all approach their families until lance comes up to him like “keith we’re your family never forget that. by the way…. my family would love if you….spent some time with us….ya know ahahaha….because we’re friends!!!” and keith accepts gladly ofc. *at lance’s house* “aw is this the guy you had a crush on??”
  • sometimes they’ll try to prank each other but it’s pretty tame compared to actual pranks. lance, holding the space phone in his hands recording keith while he’s eating some food go: hey keith
    keith: lance…what are you doing?
    lance: HA YOU’RE ON SPACE CANDID CAMERA! SMILE! btw you’ve got some food goo on your cheek
    keith: *giggles uncontrollably*
  • a moment when one tells the other “thank you for believing in me” followed by one of those kisses where one is surprised at first, but slowly mets into it
  • lance rants with red (bc they become buds along the way) about keith sometimes although the conversation always ends on the soft side. “keith is cool but don’t tell him i said that” “lance i’m literally behind you i can hear what you’re saying” lance: *jumps*
  • they’re on a mission and have to sleep very close to each other and lance notices that keith talks in his sleep and lance teases him the next day because he mumbled something along the lines of “today’s the day of me and lance’s wedding” cue keith blushing furiously (he doesn’t deny it though)
  • keith makes lance comb his hair in the morning because he finds it extremely relaxing, and while he’s at it, he often tells him about his day or things from his childhood and lance is very pleased to hear his stories
  • after they start dating, keith puts a little picture of him and lance in the black lion, right next to the screen so that he can be reminded of something that’s very important to him everytime they go on missions
  • “lance is irreplaceable, end of the story”
  • lance asks keith if he got to say goodbye to red bc he’s the only one who can understand what it’s like to leave the lion you were bonded to and keith says “no, but i know she’s in good hands. no one could do better than you” while smiling softly at him
  • they confess their feelings at the same time, but both are ready to admit that they should have said it sooner
  • sometimes they’ll team up to do something goofy, like that one time they involved hunk in making “good luck pidge” videos
  • keith finds something to give to lance as a gift and to lance it’s like the most precious thing in the world “i know it’s nothing specia–” “are you kidding me? i’m keeping this forever!”
  • lance: *wakes up keith in the middle of the night* do you think a transformer could beat voltron? keith: go back to sleep babe
  • an incovenience: *happens* keith: the guy i like wouldn’t treat me like this lance: well the guy I LIKE wouldn’t treat me like this either! (they’re talking about each other)
  • you know where keith says there’s no time for this? this time he says it because they have to go on a mission and they can’t cuddle
  • they gotta do the “looking at each other from a distance sadly” at least once where both are about to say something but get interrupted with the classic “am i interrupting something” followed by a “ok i’ll leave you two alone” l: “were you going to say something?” k: “uhm well i…hope you have fun”
  • when! are! we! gonna! see! keith! blush!
  • i lowkey want a “do you trust me?” scene with them
  • lance: keith don’t do it
    keith: ok
    lance: oh my go— wait…babe
  • after they start dating keith would often cheer on lance when he’s about to do some of his sharpshooting tricks
  • keith and lance met at the garrison with the classic “books that fell off trope” and y’all can fight me on this
  • keith: we had another bonding moment! you cradled me in your arms!!
    lance: nope, don’t remember, didn’t happen :/
  • a diplomatic party where keith gets extremely distracted by lance throughout the whole thing and he actually confronts him about it. “dude what the hell has gotten into you today???” “sorry i was… i was looking only at one guy in the room the whole time.”
  • *team plays would you rather* keith: would you rather me kiss lance or have lance kiss me
    “keith that’s not…how the game works”
  • *discussing something* “yeah sure and i’m not cute” “but you are” “exactly“ “ok you got me”
  • lance would be super in love with keith especially during the very first days of dating when he can see him in the morning, hair all messy, and he would still think he’s the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen
  • *keiths voice*: if you remember the bonding moment clap your hands
  • they have a discussion where they decide not to talk to each other and use their friends as a way to communicate. “hey shiro CAN YOU PLEASE TELL LANCE to stop looking at me? his eyes are pretty and it’s distracting”
    “hey hunk TELL KEITH that i ABSOLUTELY do NOT feel the same. like at all.”
    hunk and shiro: we get it you like each other
  • keith asking lance on a date for the first time but trying to be subtle (he fails at it though) “so… y’know….i like spending time with you…a lot...we’ve gotten pretty close and you’ve basically stuck with me and saw me at my best and at my worst…i wouldn’t mind if we…did it more often?” “oh? sure? we can do something all together! there’s this planet with a beach th–”
    “no,no…i meant…just the two of us this time?”
    lance: *blushes* oh—-OH
  • they’d sure as hell acknowledge that they’re a power couple and would be proud of it
  • “hey beautiful” “uh?”
    “i was..talking to red, actually. but you’re beautiful too”
  • keith: I DON’T LIKE LANCE OK
    shiro: no one said anyth—
    keith: WE HAD A BONDING MOMENT I’M FINE
  • keith: *is telling a plan*
    lance: where you lead, i will follow you anywhere
    keith: aw thanks lance that’s so swee–
    lance: THAT YOU TELL ME TO IF YOU NEED YOU NEED ME TO BE WITH YOU I WILL FOLL—
    keith: are you….are you seriously…..
    lance: yep;)
    keith: i love u with all my heart
4:18

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Part 2

  Harry Styles was the clingy type of boyfriend. When the nights came that you were finally able to share the same bed, Harry would sleep with an arm draped over you. During the night, the heat would make you want to pry his arm off of you, but every time, he would wake up and put his arm over you once again. He’d never tell you the reason why, but it was due to paranoia. Paranoid that one day you’ll be tired of having to sneak around, of having your relationship hidden, of not being able to show the world, how much you both loved each other. He felt that if you were to leave him, you would do it in the middle of night. He knew that even in your most selfish moment, you would think of him and not be able to let him see you walk away. Therefore, he never let you go.

  One night, many thoughts roamed your head. Fans were beginning to speculate about your relationship, and as much as you loved Harry, you knew that when the date came to go public, you would not be able to handle the new found attention. As you kept on thinking, the clock kept on ticking, and Harrys’ hold kept getting stronger. The hold that once made you feel at home, began to feel uncomfortable. Those arms weren’t only yours, they belong to millions of fans as well. Fans who would not welcome you. Whose words were capable of taking away those arms from you.

 Suddenly feeling overwhelmed by those thoughts, you’d try to release yourself from his hold, and Harry kept waking up, securing his hand around you once again. It went on for about an hour, going from every twenty minutes, to every ten, to every five. Neither of you were getting the sleep you needed, and by four o’clock, you were fed up with it. His hold was suffocating you, and one last time you’d try to pry his hand off, and that time he did not put them back on you. You turned around to face him, to study his features, knowing this would be the last time you’d be able to see them up close. Moving with what was probably the grace of a predator, you got out of bed, quickly and quietly, trying to not wake Harry up, not knowing he was up with you.

  Feeling the bed move, Harry woke up, thinking his worst nightmare was actually happening. You were going to leave him. When he saw you enter the restroom, he quickly sat up, not daring to move. You’d be able to hear any sudden movements, seeing as it was early in the morning. He kept trying to think of different ways to convince to stay. They ranged from “First thing in the morning, i’m going to go up to the management, and tell them we want to go public” to literally begging on his knees “I’m sorry, angel! We’ll find a way, I promise.” He wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to say, but he didn’t care. He was simply desperate to get you to stay with him.  

  You were sitting on the bathroom floor, reading the letter you had wrote months back, not believing that a day would come when you would actually use it. You smiled as you read your letters vividly remembering the events you wrote on it, when you heard sniffles coming from inside your room. As quietly as you could, you got up from the bathroom floor, and tried to quietly walk back, when suddenly, the lights came on. There, in front of you, stood Harry, with puffy green eyes, the ones that you had fallen in love with, and a red nose. His watery eyes met yours, his mouth moved, but all you were able to make out was “please… I love you… you’re the best thing to ever happen to me… I love you.” Harry kept mumbling things after, but you were unable to make out half of what he was saying.

 Harry was a mess, he knew it. But seeing you calmly staring back at him, made him become even more heartbroken, knowing that no matter what he said, he would no longer be able to change his mind. Turning away to wipe his tears, a black object in the closet caught his attention, your suitcase. The suitcase he bought you when you went on your first ever trip together. The suitcase that you brought when you moved in to his house, the one that had become yours and his home. Harry could not believe an object that once held some of the happiest memories of your relationship, could now hold the saddest memory… the ending. He saw you walk up to it, and he quickly tried to snatch the handle from your grip, only to loose his footing, and ultimately fall down.

 You saw Harry lying across the floor, and as much as you wanted to help him up, you knew that whatever he told you next, would cause you to stay. Knowing that staying here would only bring you harm, you grabbed the handle, and started to walk out the door, when you heard Harry say, “I love you, isn’t that enough?” Not being able to look Harry in the eye, you shook your head, and left the room, leaving the note in the bathroom, and ignoring his pleas for you to stay with him.

 Harry cried for what felt like hours. And once he finally decided to get up from the floor, he noticed he had slept with the watch that you had given him on his last birthday. The watch had been gifted as a joke, as Harry would say that time would stop when he was around you. You had told him that with that watch he would be able to see how time would keep ticking and it would show that no matter how much time would pass, you would still be by his side. That watch had been the first thing to come in contact with the floor, causing it to break and forever read the same time, 4:18 a.m.

 You left him at 4:18 a.m.


A/N: Hi guys! This is my first one shot, and hopefully the first of many! I originally submitted this story to another blog ( @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy ) and i decided to post it, and begin writing other fan fiction. Please let me know what y’all thought :)

the night shift (m.)

;pairing — hoseok/reader

;summary — working the graveyard shift means you’re exhausted by the time 9am comes around. lucky for you, 9am happens to be your neighbors’ favorite time for obnoxious sex. lucky for them, you’re always up for a challenge. shitty neighbors don’t always have to be a bad thing.

;warnings — language | mild unintentional voyeurism/mentions of exhibitionism | slight instances of jealousy | unprotected sex | oral sex | face-sitting | mentions of masturbation | very mild cumplay | soft dom/sub tones

;word count — 11k

;a/n — this wasn’t the hoseok story i originally wanted to post this week but this idea really excited me. happy hixtape season, everyone!

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boyfriend!tom things

-sticking your cold feet under his butt on the couch when you’re just chillin out

-when he vacuums and is carrying around the long cord he flips it around like a whip sometimes with stupid sound effects because he knows it always makes you laugh

-when you go with him to premieres/press and stuff every so often he’ll catch your eye and either cross his eyes or wink or just smile really cute at you

-nothing hotter than when he’s driving and he slides his hand into yours on the center console and lifts it to kiss the back of it. or rests his hand on your thigh

-he would have his hands just casually down your pants all the freaking time like whenever y’all are snuggling on the couch or in bed and he had a hand near your hip he’d just slip his fingers underneath the waistband of your pants or your underwear not even in a sexual way he would just do it out of habit and rub little patterns on your hips with his fingers

-he loves watching you put your hair up like he gets in a trance every time you put it into a messy bun he just thinks it’s so cute

-when he spoons you in his sleep sometimes his hands will drift up your body until one of his hands is basically just holding your boob in his sleep lol

-you’re an intense knee bouncer, like, rock the table at a restaurant knee bouncing, and it used to annoy him but now he’ll just put his hand on your knee to tell you to stop and keep it there so you don’t start again

-when you wake up in the middle of the night and you’re far apart on the bed you’ll move in close to him again and he’ll unconsciously snuggle into you more or nuzzle his face against your hair or your back depending on how he’s sleeping and it’s the cutest

-you send each other lil videos or links that remind you of each other all the time

-he does this weird thing where he refuses to dirty a spoon if he feels like he doesn’t have to so he’ll like eat a cup of applesauce without a spoon and you always mock him for it even though it’s honestly kinda sexy but you’ll be like “hey when you’re done eating out your applesauce can you…” and he’ll push his hand in your face or flick you or some shit

-frequently when tom is gone he’ll text you super random questions out of the blue at random times like “what’d you have for dinner?” and it always makes you smile because you know he’s just missin you :’)

-he’s not afraid to post on social media about you and you make frequent appearances on his insta. esp when he’s really deep in the feels while he’s away he’ll post cute instas of you with sappy captions like “missing you ❤️” or “soon needs to come sooner”

-also always comments on your instas shit like “😍 😍 😍” or “baaabe” 

-gently touching his face post-sex when you’re in that romantically-stare-at-each-other mode and tracing over his nose and his lips and that freaking left eyebrow

-when he comes out of the bedroom in the morning yawning and stretching and his shirt rides up a lil and he’s wearing those low-riding sweatpants anyway and you see a nice bit of his stomach mmm yeah

-watching Your Show™ together all nestled against his chest and sometimes you get really comfy and sleepy and he pinches your side every so often to make sure you stay awake for it

-and when he’s away you try to watch episodes together at the same time in your respective locations but frequently he isn’t be able to and you watch the new episode without him and he threatens you like “if you spoil ANYTHING for me” even though he’s the one who struggles with keeping spoilers to himself

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we got a lot of requests for more parts of living with tom, so this is sort of a cross between that and just some random thoughts we had about boyfriend!tom :) 

hope you liiiiiiike

xoxo, L & A

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 11/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Sensitive topics ahead, a few characters are ooc, acts of violence

A/N: 1 part left ! aLSO credit to @nonbinaryreddie aka QUEN for helping me out throughout this series with lil bits im stuck on, i love you! sorry for any mistakes i-

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Everything was hazed, Richie felt distant as ever; almost as if his own soul was lingering outside of his skin. His skin was pricked by cold sensations, with his heart beat flickering in his ears.

Where was he?

His eyes almost felt as if someone was holding them shut, everything aching all over his body and he felt his blood strike though his veins icily. Something was terribly wrong, not to mention the sense of dread that pierced his core.

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🌛Remember Your Dreams Spell Jar🌜

I made this jar because I couldn’t remember any part of my dreams, not even enough to write down. Nothing. This has helped. :)

Ingredients

—a white or purple candle
—a jar (I used a really small jar)
—mugwort (to remember dreams/vivid dreams)
—lavender (peaceful/healthy sleep)
—lemongrass (protection from nightmares)

What You Do

Light your candle with your intent. You want this to be burning while you are working, you will be needing the melted wax later.

After you cleanse your jar, put the mugwort in it. Use as much as you need, but I put more mugwort than the other ingredients because this is the main ingredient.

Then I put some lavender. I feel like its important to sleep soundly, and to have the ‘correct’ (I don’t have a better word) sleep so you can dream more easily.

Last you put the lemongrass. You don’t want some nasty nightmares.

Remember to visualize and feel your intent with each ingredient. Then you cork it and cover the top with the melted wax to seal it all up.

Place beside your bed when you sleep, keep it close to you, and it should help! I would still advise writing dreams down when you can remember them, that will help you remember them even more! This is just to help you get started!

This charm jar can also be charged when ever you feel you need the boost!

Happy dreaming!

anonymous asked:

Can we have more cute touchy lance I love your head cannons :')

thank yoouu of course 

  • whenever keith trains too hard and is laying on the floor resting lance will lift him up and swing him over his shoulder so his arms are dangling all useless 
    • keith will murmur strange things into his back because he’s so worn out that he doesn’t even have a filter anymore
    • lance carries him back to his room except he loses his balance at the last moment and they both go sprawling onto the bed all tangled together
  • or when lance is injured during a battle keith will pick him up and swing him over his shoulder in the same way 
    • and just start running
    • while lance is shooting over keith’s shoulder and hitting every target (ngl the image looks p badass in my head) 
    • at one point he kind of like hugs keith’s back and jokes “i got your back” and keith rolls his eyes but he’s secretly relieved lance isn’t so injured that he’s stopped making stupid jokes
  • keith shoves his face in lance’s neck a lot, especially when he’s tired, and wrap his arms around him and lance just puts his hands on top of keith’s on his stomach and supports his full weight
  • keith also likes to trace lance’s arms, especially his forearms
    • he’ll connect the tiny freckles that only show when the sun is out and lance will be like “keith that tickles stoppp” 
    • i’m very in love with the hc that lance has freckles so,, after keith discovers lance’s face gets all freckly in the sun he’ll spend like thirty minutes just sitting across from him, tracing them with a light touch that makes lance shiver 
    • he pokes one on the bridge of lance’s nose, declares it his favorite, and names it after a star 
    • and all the others too 
    • and traces them when lance is asleep on his lap 
    • he loves them so much
  • lance sits on keith’s lap with his legs beside his waist and falls asleep whilst keith is sharpening his blade or something and keith will finish and just gently lean back so lance is resting on his chest and they’re very comfy 
  • hands,, in each other’s pockets 
  • keith shoves his hands in lance’s sleeves a lot to get warm or up his shirt and lance yelps and laughs but but doesn’t move away from him and instead covers them with his own hands and keith loves him so much
    they probably do dumb suggestive things like help each other stretch
  • sparring can be,, very risqué
  • they also fix each other’s clothes when they get all rumpled (from laying around on top of each other) 
  • they’re also clumsy teenagers tho so they step on each other a lot and trip over each other and bump foreheads trying to kiss for the first time (and after that too) 
  • whenever they sleep in the same bed together they’ll move around so much and somehow lance’s feet are on keith’s head and how is he bending like that what even is happening
    • lance, laying on keith: “you’re stomach is, dare i say, soft”
    • keith: is not. i have abs 
    • lance, poking the stomach: what’s this then?  
  • when lance is getting too sappy and complimenting keith nonstop keith will get too embarrassed and his heart will start beating too fast so he’ll put his hand on his mouth and lance will lick it because he is a child 
  • thank you

anonymous asked:

Wishing I was spending my afternoon cuddling with Peter and watching Disney movies in a pillow fort. Cute nicknames and maybe a make out session would be lovely, sorry if that's too much but thank you for taking the time to either do this or read it. 💙

a/n: you are soo sweet! im sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting but I can’t even contact you bc anon but if you read this i really hope you like it

Originally posted by hamilll

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You sighed deeply, he was late again. Your fingers ceased their tapping on the table, getting up before leaving to go to your room. You and Peter were supposed to go out for ice cream and a movie. Usually, you wouldn’t get upset or frustrated with him because you knew he had a lot going on in his life but this was the third time he has done this. You checked your phone, reading the last text message he sent you.

Be there in a few x

That was over two hours ago. You closed the door to your room, dropping your head against the door frame.

“Peter..” You mumbled in disappointment.

“Yes?” You jumped up, grabbing the nearest object before turning around and aiming at the person who scared you. Spider-man himself was standing in your room, both of his hands up in surrender. You watched as a muscled arm reached behind his head to pull the mask off. You watched as your boyfriend’s hair bounced slightly from his actions. You lowered your arms, waiting for him to say something.

“Were you really going to defend yourself with a lamp?” He attempted at a joke. You frowned further, setting the lamp back in it’s rightful place.

“Are you really going to start sassing me after having me wait two hours for you?” You crossed your arms, hip jutting out slightly. An eyebrow raised and a frown etched into your features you watched Peter fumble for words. You felt your shoulders slump a little.

“I’m sorry I was late. I was driving over here to come and pick you up for our date when I heard the sirens in a distance and gunshots and I know both you and Stark tell me to stay out of it and I really did want to, trust me Y/N I really wanted to but I just couldn’t bring myself to ignore people’s cries. i went to go text you but my phone died.” You watched as he reached for his phone in a pocket of his backpack. His fingers held down the power button before showing it to you. A picture of an empty battery popped on the screen for a few seconds before becoming pitch black again. You sighed, shaking your head.

“I don’t blame you for doing that Peter, and I know I shouldn’t be mad but-”

“You have every right to be mad at me. But I did stop at a few stores to make it up to you.” Peter motioned for you to sit at the foot of your bed. You contemplated your options. You didn’t want to be mad at him for helping other people but if he really wanted to be with you, he was going to have to make some sort of sacrifice. There are cops for a reason and you are pretty sure that they would have done their job. You don’t know if it was the exhaustion or the fact that he had a bruise by his cheek that you love to kiss so much but you decided to see what he had planned. He leaned over and kissed your forehead, whispering ‘thank you’. Whether he was thanking you for sitting down and giving him a chance or for not kicking him out would be left a mystery to you. He turned his attention to his backpack, ruffling the clothes and loose papers in there.

“Don’t you think that if someone sees Spider-man with the same backpack as you it wouldn’t raise some questions?” You asked, trying to see over his shoulder as he reached almost elbow deep into the backpack.

“No, a lot of people these days have black backpacks, if anything people can narrow it down to a high school student and even then it’s too broad.”

“Not every teen has a “Stark Industries” patch on theirs though…or a captain america patch either. I think it’s a little obvious.” You retorted. Peter finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out three things from the bag. Your eyes focused on the objects held in his hand. “The Tonight Dough” (your favorite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavor), with another flavor balanced on top, and in the other hand he had small stack of Disney movies. You smiled when you saw the ice cream, immediately going for a pint. You went to open the lid until you realised that there were no spoons. You were about to ask if he had brought any by any chance until your eyes landed on him. He had two spoons held in his mouth.

“Surprise.” He mumbled through them. You laughed a little, admiring how cute he was and how he never failed to make you smile. You grabbed the spoons from his mouth before rising to your knees, leaning over, and planting a kiss on his lips. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, scooting up the bed further. You heard a small thump on the floor before feeling his cold, glove-covered hand on your hips, indicating that he had probably dropped the other ice cream. His hand guided you over his lap, lips not daring to detach from yours. You moved your left hand to remove the movies from his hands before moving his hand to your hips. Peter leaned back until you were both lying on the bed. You swiped your tongue on the bottom of his lip, wanting to explore his mouth. His stomach rumbled, causing him to chuckle before pushing your head back with his lips and dropping his head back on the bed. You pouted a little, eyes glazing over his red and plump lips. He didn’t move either of you, using his web shooters to grab the other ice cream from the floor. You grabbed your mini tub and the spoons, handing Peter one.

“What movie do you want to watch?” He asked, grabbing a few of the movies. He shuffled through the movies, naming each one until you picked one.

“Didn’t we watch that last weekend?”

“Well we can watch it again. The Little Mermaid never gets too old, Parker. Besides you don’t know half the songs so you can’t say anything.” You got up from the bed, putting on the movie in while Peter plugged his phone in. Peter half-sat half-jumped on the bed before outstretching his arm. You grabbed your spoon and ice cream before snuggling up to his side.

Throughout the movie you and Peter continued to silently eat your ice cream, occasionally sharing with each other. You both had eventually finished the ice creams and opted to cuddle instead. You were slightly dozing off, missing some chunks of the movie at a time.

“You still up, babe?” You heard Peter mumble, the sleep evident in his voice.

“Mhm…” You replied, turning towards him. He had taken his suit off at some point during the night, finding some sweats and a t-shirt of his (which shouldn’t of been hard because you keep some of his spare clothes in your room in case anything happens where Spider-man is needed) before coming back to bed with you. You snuggled closer to him, wrapping an arm around his torso. You looked up at him, studying his features. Your eyes traveled to the same bruise you saw on his cheek earlier in the evening. You raised your hand up to his face, your fingers gingerly tracing the edges of it, scared that even the slightest pressure might cause him pain.

“Flash.” He breathed. Your eyes focused on his. He had dark circles under his eyes, his lips set into a frown and you weren’t sure if it was from his tiredness or from the memory of Flash.

“Peter you shouldn’t let him do that to you. You can defend yourself.” His gaze dropped from yours, only nodding in response. You stretched your neck slightly, pressing a gentle kiss on the bruise that had formed. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to your lips once more. He pulled you closer, before turning his head and reaching for the nightstand, turning the light off. You closed your eyes, resting your head on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat, finding it somewhat like a lullaby. His breathing was gentle, the light rocking of the rise and fall of his chest added a nice rhythm. You yawned, planting a kiss on his chest.

“Goodnight, I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.”

pidge and keith headcanons

  • pidge is lucy and keith is charlie brown
  • keith whenever he hears a weird sound: mothman pidge: i knew he’d show
  • keith always gets her peanut preferences mixed up and thinks she likes peanuts but hates peanut butter flavored foods and pidge doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong
  • pidge, with tears in her eyes and a mouthful of peanuts: i love them…they’re my favorite legumes
  • even though keith isn’t that short he is still technically the second tiniest and pidge holds this fact near and dear to her
  • pidge, sleepily walking into the kitchen: give me a boost [keith pops her up too hard and sends her flying through the ceiling] keith: shit
  • they hang out in pidge’s room and when they do they put signs on the door that say “don’t enter” and “cryptids only” 
  • when they hang out they turn out the lights and tell each other creepy stories
  • keith will get hungry randomly while they’re on missions and pidge just pulls out like three granola bars lance whispering to hunk: how did she get those
  • neither of them sleep enough so they see each other walking half dead through the ship at like 4:28 AM and they’re just like [waves weakly] hey
  • they’re both level 6000 roast masters so they insult each other all the time and shiro will be like “hey, hey enough of that” and they’re like “what? no we love each other”
  • they both are sarcastic so often that sometimes they talk to each other and they just “was that a joke” “fuck i’m not sure” “me neither”
  • keith: mumbles everyone: what pidge: god use your ears guys. he said he thinks the galra are going after the most densely populated planets first
  • [the crew goes to the beach] pidge to keith: pass me the sunscreen, scully
  • keith and pidge when any of the other paladins do anything annoying: men
  • keith: what is “truffle butter”? pidge: absolutely not
  • keith has a crush on zak bagans and pidge makes jokes every chance she gets
  • pidge: hurry up keith zak is waiting for you keith: SHUT- lance: who is “zak”… is he taller than me?
  • they’re both just. garbage goblins. there’s wrappers everywhere.
  • pidge drinks too much coffee and is all jittery and keith is the one who finally takes the mug out of her hands and is just like “that’s enough”
  • keith always gets minor cuts and scrapes when he trains alone and pidge and him have a routine where pidge kinda just bandages and disinfects the cuts and while she does that they gossip with each other
  • [pidge rubbing her hands together like a fly] 
  • pidge: that’s morally wrong you know keith: yeah pidge: let’s do it
  • shiro: you two cannot just go around asking random alien bystanders if they’ve seen the chupacabra. that is so unprofessional. 
  • pidge: were you listening to evanescence again keith, with tears in his eyes: no… pidge: give me the other earbud
  • pidge can rap the entire nicki minaj verse in monster and keith is just there in the back hyping her up
  • pidge capitalizes off the fact that lance doesn’t know who zak bagans is and is constantly making comments that imply that keith is romantically involved with him and lance keeps getting so mad and jealous and hunk is just laughing in the corner
  • keith finds pidge asleep in like, empty cupboards all the time and just. sighs and pulls her out and puts her in her bed
  • keith’s repeats the ghost adventures intro all the time bc echolalia and pidge is just like..there he is…my sweet son

Anyway, at this point johnlock is canon.

John and Rosie move into 221b and it’s like “wait only two bedrooms oh nooooo what shall we ever do? 👀” And Sherlock is a gentleman and offers John his bed and he will of course sleep on the couch and John says “don’t be ridiculous” and so it only makes sense for them to share a bed PLATONICALLY of course.

But then one night, after a few weeks of this arrangement, John is like “is this normal? I mean…do friends do this sort of thing?” And Sherlock says “I doubt it. But then, when have we ever been normal?” And looks over to John with a soft smile and John looks back and they both burst into giggles just like that first night.

And John closes the distance between them like it’s the most natural thing in the world, because it IS. Because it’s real and it fits and Sherlock makes a sound like he’s broken and the two of them kiss and kiss and kiss, like they’ve got all the time in the world. Because they do, now. They have that time.

And eventually Rosie cries on the baby monitor and John breaks the kiss to get her and Sherlock says “I’ll come with” and the two of them share sweet sipping kisses while tending to the baby and John says “You’re going to kill me! I’m trying to be a proper parent here,” and Sherlock shrugs and says “Rosie needs to get used to seeing us this way anyway” and John is like “Oi! I don’t really want our little girl to watch us make out.”

And Sherlock freezes and his eyes fill and he says “Our little girl?” And John realizes and his heart breaks a little and he and Rosie go into Sherlock’s arms and both clutch at him and John says “of course, yes, OURS” and if his voice wavers a little with unshed tears, Sherlock doesn’t mention it.

They hold each other like that until their daughter is sleeping soundly once more and they put her back in her crib and when they make love, it’s at the same unhurried pace that they kissed. Because they have the time now. They have forever.