nothing left to say.

Isaac Lahey i've got the scars from tomorrow and i wish you could see that you're the antidote to everything except for me [ independent isaac lahey ; ]

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                                ‘               i think i just swooned a bit. ‘ 

       ' i'm totally the hulk. '

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                       ’             at times. really? hawkeye? ‘

       ' i'll keep that in mind. i mean, if hawkeye and black widow          had a kid, that'd be allison argent. that's a compliment. '

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                                  ‘              depends on how creative you are.                                    i’ll help you if you’re serious. ‘ 

       ' do i have the deep voice to match spader -- ? you could make          a really good hawkeye. 'cause of the arrows and stuff. '

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

              ‘           there are no strings on me. ‘

       ' ... do you think i have enough time tonight or tomorrow          morning to make a ultron costume -- ? because reasons. '

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                “         and you’re the one with claws and fangs.                  you just make me nervous when you stare.                  it’s not a werewolf thing, it’s a you thing.”

                  ( a huff passes through her lips, forcing her gaze                   to stay on his face and avoid his hands. ) 

       ' and here i was, thinking you were in to this sort          of thing. maybe i read you wrong, allison argent. '

       ( he's coming closer now, his eyes on hers, his          mouth so close to hers. and he's now slipping his           fingers up her shirt. )

[goodwithnever]

elenamgilbert:

Chill. I’m joking.

       Forgive me if I'm skeptical.

[elenamgilbert-archive-deactivat]

[goodwithnever]

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                   ( her gaze falls to his hands for a minute,                     brown hues rolling when he looks at her again. )

                          “          you’re still making me nervous.                             especially now. but, fine.”  

       ' how am i making you nervous? i'm not the one          with a veritable armory under her bed. '

       ( he's caught her gaze, a smirk forming on his lips,           fingertips dancing along the exposed skin. )

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                    “        what?”

       ( he places his hand near her hip, the top of his           fingertips brushing against her thigh when he           looks up at her. )

       ' can i look at you yet? '

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                               ”               stop.”

       ' ... allison. '

[goodwithnever]

prxtegeons:

    “That doesn’t answer my question.”

       ' ... let me answer with my own question:          do you love me, Allison? '

[goodwithnever]

prxtegeons:

{goodwithnever}

   “Do you love me?”

       ' ... -- hello to you, too. '

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                 ”still makes me nervous.”

       ' ... -- '

       ( cue him staring at her legs. )

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                     ”then stop looking at me. you’re making me nervous.”

       ' why? i like looking at you. '

[ronnie-raymond]

[goodwithnever]

daughterstobeleaders:

                        “            stop looking so smug.”

       ' ... i don't even know how i'm looking smug.          i'm just looking at you, allison. '

[teenwolf]

I CANNOT with this anymore