#waverly-earp

[tanrak]

Joe with celestial sun imagery and Nicky with celestial moon imagery though

HE’S THE MOON WHEN I’M LOST IN DARKNESS!!!

[sevens-evan]

Catradora + Two miserable people meeting at a wedding au

i see your ‘meeting at a wedding’ and raise you ‘reuniting at a wedding’

“This is a bad idea,” Adora whispers. She means it, but she can’t quite sound like it. The words come out breathy and weak, and Catra, who is pressed so close to Adora’s body that Adora can see the flecks of green in Catra’s golden eye, responds to them with a smirk.

“Oh, it absolutely is,” Catra whispers back. Her voice is raspier than Adora remembers it. “Do you want to stop, though?” Adora swallows hard as the slow song in the background swells and Catra steps somehow even closer.

“Not really,” Adora admits. Catra’s smirk widens into a grin, and suddenly Adora is tipping backwards, Catra’s hands steady on her back.

“Good,” Catra says. She holds Adora in the dip for a moment or two longer, then pulls her back up to her feet. Adora holds back a gasp at how easily Catra moves her around. She had never been that strong in college. She must be hiding incredible arms beneath her maroon suit jacket.

Suddenly Adora wants to know what else about Catra’s body has changed. She steps closer, close enough to be dangerous, Catra’s chest pressed against hers. Their noses brush, and they aren’t even pretending to be dancing anymore.

“Something you want, princess?” Catra whispers, and Adora feels their lips brush together as Catra speaks.

“Lots,” Adora breathes. Then the song changes, and she remembers where she is. “But—not here. Glimmer would kill me if she caught us making out at her wedding.”

“Right,” Catra says, her tone suddenly changing from playful to irritated. “She never did like us together. None of our friends did.” Adora flinches back, putting a few more inches between them.

“Do you really want to fight over our past right now?” she asks. “Because I know I don’t.” She wants this to keep being easy. She wants to keep Catra here with her, her hands hot on Adora’s waist, and retracing their old steps would only lead them back to where it ended the first time around—with Catra walking away.

“I don’t, either,” Catra says. “You know, I’ve got a hotel room upstairs. No friends to judge us there.”

“Show me the way,” Adora says. Catra steps back, and Adora can barely mourn the distance before Catra’s hand is slipping into hers. Catra threads their fingers together, her grip firm around Adora’s hand.

“Follow me,” Catra says. Hand in hand, they leave the hotel ballroom where Bow and Glimmer’s wedding reception is being held.

They barely make it into the hallway before Adora is pushing Catra up against the wall and fitting their lips together. Catra laughs against her mouth, and Adora tries not to let that make her heart speed up.

“Little eager there?” Catra whispers between kisses, sliding her hand around the back of Adora’s neck to hold her in place.

“The night won’t last forever,” Adora says. She knows Catra. She knows that this is just a moment of temporary insanity. She knows that, in the morning, Catra will kick her out of bed, and Adora will wander home in last night’s clothes, and Catra won’t speak to her again for months.

She knows because it’s happened before.

“I guess it won’t,” Catra agrees. “Better get upstairs, then.” Adora sighs, reluctant to let Catra go. She doesn’t want to stop touching her, even for a moment. “Hey,” Catra says, drawing Adora’s attention again. “There are walls to kiss me against upstairs, too.”

“Yeah,” Adora says. “Yeah, okay.” She lets Catra go. Catra links their hands again and leads Adora down the hallway towards the elevator. Adora follows, staring down at their hands and kind of wishing this hallway was endless. As long as they’re still walking like this, Catra won’t push her away.

Adora is so tired of leaving when she’s told.

[trinitysantohs]

Deanoru + 57

57: Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Here’s the glaringly obvious downside that Nico never considered when deciding to find an actual house to live in: the Hostel was huge.  Everyone had their own space, and then there was extra space to spread out, and – more importantly – it was so incredibly easy to sneak away prying eyes and ears with Karolina.

Now, in the cozy three-bedroom at the end of a cul-de-sac, it feels like they’re all practically stacked on top of one another.  It’s chaotic ninety-seven percent of the time, with someone always bringing home a cold or forgetting to pick up eggs after work or – well.  Nico can act like those are the major reasons she’s salty about this new living arrangement, but that’s overlooking the main issue for her.

Since they signed the lease on the house, Nico’s had maybe twenty minutes with Karolina all to herself.  Sure, they were sharing a bed, but they both were trying to finish school and working to keep the lights on, so by the time they even made it to bed, they were exhausted.  Some nights, Nico’s had to roll out of bed to get Karolina off the couch, where she fell asleep face first into her textbooks more often than either of them would have liked.

So it’s moments like this that Nico’s regularly trying to machinate – when everyone’s out and the house is silent for more than a goddamn second, she can turn the AC on without listening to Gert complain about the cost and settle in her girlfriend’s lap and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her.

Their time is short, she knows.  Nico plans on making the best use of every moment she gets when they’re so few and far between.

Which is why, when Karolina breaks away from the kiss, Nico maybe-kind-of whines.  Just a little.

Karolina doesn’t go far though, staying close enough that her little snort of laughter is more of a feeling than a sound for Nico.  “Sorry,” Karolina murmurs, practically sharing what’s left of Nico’s breath.  “I just wanted to say I missed you.”

“I – hmmm,” Nico hums, breaking off when the pull of Karolina’s lips gets a little too much for her to stand.  “I missed you too.”

In the half-light of their bedroom, the curtains drawn just in case Molly gets home sooner than she should – their room is at the front of the house, for the best light but suboptimal making out environment when they constantly have a stream of Molly’s friends visiting over break - in the soft, warm light of their room, Nico almost wants to keep her eyes open.  She wants to memorize how Karolina looks like this, warm and wanting and chasing after Nico’s lips.  But if she’s looking at her, she’s not fully enjoying feeling her – the softness of her skin beneath Nico’s hands or the way Karolina’s fingers dig in just a little where she’s gripping Nico’s thighs and urging her closer.

Those deft fingers skate up Nico’s waist soon enough, tugging experimentally at her shirt.  “Do you–,” Karolina pants into Nico’s mouth.  “Do you think we have enough time?”

“Prob–!”

As if summoned, the front door slams open, a gaggle of young voices filling the front room as bags are dropped and shoes kicked off.  

“Nico!  Karolina!  I’m home and I brought my friends!” Molly calls, a note of earned accusation in her voice.  

Yeah, so maybe that one time they didn’t quite make it to the bedroom and ended up sprawled out on the couch – fully clothed!  hands above waist only! – was not their finest moment as sort-of-guardians.

As Molly likes to remind them.  Often.

“God–,” Nico hisses.

“–dammit,” Karolina sighs.

Karolina’s the first to move, slipping her hands down to rest chastely on Nico’s waist.  Sighing heavily, Nico moves her hand from where it had been dipping under the edge of Karolina’s bralette and drapes her arms over her girlfriend’s shoulder.

“We should get cleaned up,” Karolina murmurs after a quiet moment.  She drops a kiss on Nico’s shoulder when she doesn’t respond.  “Nico?”

“Sorry,” she grumbles, tucking her face into curve of Karolina’s neck.  “I’m still mourning all the sex I could have been having.”

From the way Karolina’s jaw flexes, Nico knows she’s grinning.

“Don’t make fun of me,” she groans and, for good measure, tugs lightly on the end of Karolina’s ponytail.

“Don’t pull my hair when I’m trying to cool down,” Karolina shoots back as she pinches Nico’s waist, making her yelp.

“Oh my god,” Nico says as she pulls away from Karolina, the rush of cool air doing wonders to clear her head.  “We need to stop touching each other right now or I’m going to die.”

[bearfeathers]

jedistormpilot + "dare me."

Prompt me! | Read on AO3

(Decided to go with a College!AU because that’s always fun lol)

“Dare me.”

Finn looks up from his textbook, fixing his partner with a bored gaze. Poe leans back in his seat, managing to teeter on the precarious line between too-far-back and just-far-enough, twirling his pen between his fingers. Somehow, he always manages to make whatever he does look so effortless.

Except his studying. Which he’s supposed to be doing right now.

“No one’s daring you to do anything,” Finn says. “We’ve got exams, remember?”

“I dare you to chug both of these Red Bulls,” Rey says excitedly.

“Wow, you guys really want to fail this class, don’t you?” Finn sighs.

“Come on, babe, we’ve been studying all afternoon,” Poe says, batting his eyes at him. He’s always been too pretty for his own good, damn him. “Besides, it’s not fun if you don’t play along.”

Well, it’s true they had been studying for quite awhile now. And it’s true it’s important to take breaks. But Finn knows the consequences of encouraging his boyfriend and girlfriend when they’re in this kind of mood.

…fuck it, he deserves a break, too.

“Okay, but I propose an amendment to that dare,” Finn says, shutting his textbook.

“And that would be…?” Rey asks with her sweet, Cheshire Cat smile.

“Let’s make it the one can,” Finn says, reaching to pull the other can towards himself. He leans on his elbows, grinning widely Poe. “And we each get a kiss when you finish.”

Poe plants his hands on the table, leaning across textbooks and notepads until he’s practically lying atop the surface, his face mere inches from Finn’s.

“You’re on,” he says huskily.

Rey tugs him back by his collar with a laugh. “Let’s remember we’re in a library. So, nothing too saucy.”

“We’ll just have to keep some sauce on the side for later,” Poe says, wagging his eyebrows as he cracks open the can.

It’s not really much of a dare, Finn knows. Poe already consumes more caffeine than anyone Finn’s ever met—minus Armitage Hux—so this is practically like drinking water. Even without caffeine, Poe is always on the move, always doing. Sometimes it’s enough to wear Finn out but thankfully Rey seems to be able to pick up the slack. Like when it’s 2 AM and Finn really wants to sleep but Poe really wants to talk about how cool it would be to pilot a Gundam.

In seconds flat, the canned energy drink has disappeared, and Poe is up and sliding over like he’s Bo Duke and the table is the hood of a ’69 Dodge Charger. He straddles the edge of the table in front of Rey and she grins like the cat’s who’s gotten the cream. Finn sometimes can’t decide if he prefers kissing his partners himself or watching them kiss each other more. Rey reaches up, her hands framing Poe’s face and pulling him down to meet her. His chuckle is muffled by the meeting of their lips and he tucks a stray lock of hair behind the brunette woman’s ear. This goes on for several seconds before Rey pulls back, Poe’s lower lip caught briefly between her teeth before she releases him.

“Save some sauce for later, right?” she says, her features scrunching in the most adorable picture of mischief Finn has ever seen at Poe’s groan. She slaps his thigh. “Besides, you’ve got another kiss to deliver.”

That seems to cheer Poe right up as he sets his eyes on Finn like a hunting dog, scooting his butt on down the edge of the table until he’s in front of Finn. And honestly, as much as Finn wants to pass this class, that’s about the last thing on his mind at the moment. The too-sweet taste of Red Bull lingers on Poe’s tongue, and Finn swears this is the only way he can stand the taste of it. He lets his hands settle on Poe’s hips, encouraging him to wrap his hands around Finn’s shoulders.

“You really do want to fail this class, don’t you?”

Finn jerks back at the words, finding Hux standing at the end of their table with a manila folder in his hands and an eyebrow arched in judgment.

“Booooooooo,” Poe says, crumpling up a piece of paper and hurling it at the ginger. “You’re such a party pooper, Hugs.”

Hux sighs, not budging an inch as the paper ball bounces off his forehead. “Do as you like, I don’t care either way.”

Finn raises an eyebrow curiously as Hux wordlessly hands the folder to Rey, who in turn hands him a small slip of paper. The ginger clears his throat loudly, shifting awkwardly before muttering “As you were” and making an about-face out of the library.

“What was that about?” Finn asks.

“I told him I’d trade him Ben’s number for his notes,” Rey says proudly.

“Oh my god,” Poe laughs. “Don’t even talk about that, you’re ruining the mood.”

“The library mood?” Finn reminds him.

“Oh. Right,” Poe says, glancing around the nearly—but very much not—empty library. He turns to give each of them a smoldering smirk. “How about we move this study party somewhere more private?”

“Should I bring Armitage’s notes?” Rey asks with a grin.

“Rey!” Poe says, throwing his hands up dramatically. “The mood.”

Finn just laughs as he begins to pack up their things. They didn’t get everything done that they’d intended to, but a hard day’s work deserves some reward.

(And perhaps a second reward, stamina permitting.)

[colins-bridgerton]

Beth Chapel

Sexuality Headcanon: pansexual, asexual  

Gender Headcanon: cisfemale. 

 A ship I have with said character: beth/rick 

 A BROTP I have with said character: jsa, and each member of the team

A NOTP I have with said character: idk... 

 A random headcanon: she is asexual, on the spectrum where she doesn’t think about sex often or really at all, but if she was withb someone she loved, she would want to and would enjoy it, but if she was with someone who asexual like her or someone who just didn’t want to have sex, she wouldn’t even be bother (see sheldon from tbbt, yes its problematic at times but this is how i see her)

General Opinion over said character: she’s baby and i love her. i wanna give her the world 

SEND ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL DO THIS;

[taliasburns]

thoughts on BOP?

SKJDFHKJDSHF HONEST TO GOD THAT MOVIE WAS A MASTERPIECE

i have so many thoughts and feelings!!!

i absolutely loved every single time harley reminded someone that she has a PhD. like,,,, she aint dumb you fucks. i LOVED THAT WE GOT NOT JUST ONE BUT TWO CONFIRMED GAYS and if we count helena and dinah (which we should bc those two are so gay for each other) THERES 4. 

i fucking loved how the fighting scenes were.... like so sexy but also not??? like that fight sequence in the water couldve easily been made 100% sensual and sexy and shit and in a way it was. but it also so completely wasnt???? like i have no idea how to explain it but.... 

i guess we can say that like.... all of them ladies were sexy as fuck (my gay ass imploded like every 2 minutes) but they weren’t made to be just sexy as fuck yknow. like, all the outfits were just actually made for fighting. they were hot af but not revealing or any shit. every single one of harleys outfits could be a theme for the met gala and we STAN

the way the movie was told with harley narrating different things good god do i love miss margot doing that voice

and last but very much not fucking least.... helena fucking bertinelli..... good god miss huntress choke me using those ARMS (i would honestly die a happy woman)

anyway all and all this movie was a masterpiece. You can expect some gifsets from me today and uh

IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE MOVIE IN THE THEATERS YET GO DO THAT. SUPPORT THIS MOVIE!!!!

[ereshai]

The only sound around them was the pouring rain.

“You have to go,” Jemma said, but her arms tightened around Daisy, pulling her a little closer.

“I know.” Daisy’s words, muffled by her face pressed into Jemma’s shoulder, were barely audible over the rain.

“You’ll be back before you know it,” Jemma said, false cheer straining her voice.

Daisy nodded as she pulled away, choosing not to acknowledge the truth they both knew - there might be no coming back from this one.

[helluva-pilot]

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain. + reddie

"If you had just fucking listened when I said we should go, we'd already be home!"

"And lose my high score? Eds, don't be crazy!"

Eddie took a sharp turn.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Richie yelled after Eddie.

"Somewhere dry, asshole!"

Eddie didn't respond but continued to peddle as quickly as possible. Richie struggled to keep up with him mostly because it was almost impossible to see in the downpour. He wasn't sure exactly he was going to find a reprieve from the rain, but he knew if anyone could find a place, it would be Eddie.

Richie felt stupid as he completely forgot about the gazebo that Eddie just stormed underneath. He quickly followed Eddie under and felt relief that he wasn't in the rain anymore. His clothing clung to his body awkwardly.

"Watch, I'm going to get a cold because you dragged me out in the rain. And that means my mom is going to make me stay home for a week in case it turns into pneumonia or something worse."

"I'll make sure to bring your work. It'll give me a chance to see your mom." Richie winked.

"Fuck you; I'm serious."

Richie took off his glasses. "Do you have anything that's not soaked?"

"Yeah, I should have a cloth in my fanny pack," Eddie said. Richie assumed that he heard the zipper of Eddie's fanny pack, but he couldn't be sure since he couldn't see shit.

"Why? You don't wear glasses?" Richie asked confused.

"Yeah, but you do," Eddie said, grabbing the glasses from Richie's face. Richie sharply inhaled as he felt Eddie's hands linger on his face for a moment. Their bodies were so close that Richie could feel the heat from Eddie's body, which was a welcome change to the cold of his clothing.

His heartbeat seemed even louder than the rain in that moment as he leaned down towards Eddie. At that moment, he was grateful that he couldn't see Eddie's face as he decided to kiss him finally.

Richie heard his glasses hit the ground as he felt Eddie pull him closer.

"I really fucking hope you didn't just break my glasses," Richie whispered.

"Beep beep," Eddie laughed before pulling Eddie back in for another kiss.