#I SEE SPARKS FLY WHENEVER YOU SMILE

[ballpitwitch]

[accio-victuuri]

[polluxverse]

This exact card of Satan

It's been in my thoughts for how long because I'm about to post this as if you are a highschool student blushing and kicking my feet whenever they see their crush in a damn hallway

Anyway, this UR card:

This photo really screams:

"I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild, just keep on keeping your eyes on me. It's just wrong enough to make it feel right, and lead me up the staircase won't you whisper soft and slow. I'm captivated by you baby like a fireworks show."

[lovinggreeniehours]

small flaringpain for the occasion :') ily luh loyd

[flameleads]

Only a few people can call Roy Mustang an idiot, and he'll thank them for it:

Emily "Easy" Cromwell

Aurora Hahn (in their verse)

Riza Hawkeye

Maes Hughes

Qistina Leota (in their verse)

Zelda (in their verse)

Others get begrudging agreement, side-eyed, glared at, or otherwise ignored.

[firstscn]

"I was thinking about you all day." - ( Henry ) @leschanceux

"Were you now?" Alex' lips are curved into a SMILE as he leans against the door frame, watching Henry for just a moment. There had been a parent-teacher conference, which both Alex and Nora had been able to attend for a change, and Nora had taken Ella home for the weekend to spend some time with her, giving Alex enough time to wait for Henry to be done.

Admittedly, it had been HARD to focus on anything Henry had been saying, because he's missed him, too, and all he'd been able to think about had been kissing the other man. Still, he feels a warmth spread through his chest, even now still, at how much Henry seems to love his job, and how well he takes to dealing with the parents, too, not just the kids.

"Luckily for you, I'm all YOURS now," He pushes himself away from the door frame and steps into the classroom, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Do you want to go to dinner? Or we could pick something up if you're too tired,"

[haileybaldwix]

Hailey Baldwin uploaded to her Instagram Stories

@mitchofdreams

[aberooski]

Every time Taylor Swift sings about someone's smile being beautiful and precious and wonderful and perfect and Chazz pops into my head I cry a little bit because I can count on one hand the amount of times in the show we see him legitimately genuinely smile and when he does he literally lights up and just looks so sweet and soft it makes me devastatingly sad 😭

[chaosandcrimson]

💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — our muses' romantic relationship ( Jess & Aiden )

[arcanecovcn]

@itsagentzero Brandon is... full heart-eyes for this man.

LOGAN LERMAN | The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon (x)

[accio-victuuri]

yibo is me when i see my bestie 😂😂☺️☺️

[safeandsound]

the day she sings sparks fly as a surprise song and i'm not there? shaking crying biting throwing up maiming

[eccentricwritingbaby]

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lewis hamilton x reader

summary - a small drabble of lewis coming back home from a race to his wife and babies. 

masterlist 

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8:26 pm.

that’s when lewis’ flight was landing. the captain had announced it over the intercom and he let out a breath. it was currently seven, so there were only a few more hours before he’d be home. 

lewis loved racing, he loved the adrenaline, the atmosphere, he loved winning. but he loved you more. and he adored your children. you had a small three year old girl, isabella, and just had a newborn boy, noah. since noah was so small, you had stayed back the past few races and lewis couldn’t stand it. after an exhausting race or an energetic high, all he wanted to see was your smiling face. 

having dated for three years, married for four, so overall by his side for seven - lewis hated to be apart from you. you were his rock, his comfort, his encouragement, and his support. with your job being beyond flexible, you rarely missed races - which lewis is now learning was something he took great advantage of. when isabella was born, he was on break between seasons, therefore when it started again she was old enough to tag along with you both. noah being born mid-season, lewis was experiencing a separation anxiety like no other. he was itching to see you, to hold you, to hug and kiss his babies, and overall to relax.

he was constantly tense when you weren’t around, worried about yours and the kids well being along with the pain and stress from being apart. not many were able to tell other than a few superfans who read deeply - noticing when asked about you in interviews his eyes would lightly gloss over, eyebrows knit slightly, and his words would come out with a tinge of melancholy. or when he would be in his driver’s room after a race, alone, and toto would walk by, noticing his strongest driver showing his only weakness. 

but even though the separation hurt, there was nothing like coming back home.

8:26 pm.

his flight has landed and lewis is jumping out of his seat with newfound energy. grabbing his things in haste, he rushes off the private plan and towards the car waiting for him. it was too much of a disruption for you to pick him up this late, the kids already put down and you most likely nodding off yourself. therefore lewis opted for a car, and thirty minutes later he’s exiting it and walking towards your shared home. his footsteps are filled with anticipation, a small jump to them as he holds himself back from practically sprinting into the home. 

from inside, you hear the keys fumbling around from your place on the couch. you swiftly and softly stand, making your way to the door in order to rush into your husband’s arms as soon as possible. the past weeks have been hard on you as well, wanting to be by your husband's side constantly. you didn’t want to be apart from him a second longer than necessary, flinging open the door before lewis had a chance to unlock it. you don’t even let him get a chance to enter before your arms are flying around his neck, his own dropping what he held and trading it to hold you instead. you both let out long breaths, a show of your anxiety finally exiting after being apart. 

“missed you so much,” he mumbled into your shoulder, slightly rocking you both back and forth. 

“missed you so much too,” you sigh into his neck, breathing in the scent you loved so much. him. separating slightly, but not completely, he leans down to meet your lips in an eager, yet tender, kiss. after the time apart, the first kiss back always left you tingly, the feeling always migrating from your lips to your entire body. it was a spark that you always had with lewis, yet came into full effect whenever he was gone for a while. 

you separated again, only slightly, and giggled into him, “i love you, lew,”

“i love you too, baby,” he smiles sweetly, dropping down to plant a few more pecks to your lips before grabbing his bags and going to move inside the house.

he smiles as he walks through the home, smelling the candles you always light after dinner, spotting the little indent from where you sat on the couch, seeing the small playmat that was still set out from where noah most likely was while you were cooking. noticing the plate of food wrapped up on the counter - the leftovers you always leave out for him to eat when he gets back.

he smiles as you drag his luggage over to the bottom of the stairs and make your way into the kitchen, moving to heat up his dinner for him. he hops up onto the counter as you hand him the plate, you standing in between his legs. he eats and recounts the entirety of the weekend, as per your request, telling you about the drama, the race, the interviews and everything else. 

you both were too wrapped up in each other to notice a tiny pitter patter of feet making their way down to meet the both of you. isabella had heard slight commotion and knew her dad had finally arrived home. ever the daddy’s girl, she needed to see him as soon as possible and climbed out of her bed, pushed back the hair from her face, and went on her excursion to the kitchen. 

“dada?” she whispered from the doorway. both you and lewis turned, slightly shocked she was awake, but also heartwarmed at the little sleepy girl in her footie pajamas. 

“hi, bug,” he whispers back, sliding off the counter and making his way to her. he brings her up to sit on his hip, hugging her as she holds onto him in return, “i missed you, lovebug,” whispering into her hair. 

“missed you too, dada,” she burrows herself even further into her father, “don’t wike when you go,”

“aw, bug, i don’t like when i go either,” he chuckles a bit. you slide out of the kitchen after cleaning up lewis’ plate, letting the father-daughter duo have their moment. making your way to his bags, you lift them and begin the trek upstairs towards your bedroom. once inside you check on noah, still too little for the nursery as he sleeps in a bassinet beside your bed, and then move around to unpack your husband’s essentials in order for him to go to sleep easier tonight. 

as you’re bustling around between your bedroom, the adjoining bathroom, and closet, you start to hear the small voices soon approaching. lewis saunters in, isabella still tightly holding him, and he makes his way to the smallest in the family. cooing lightly at the little boy, trying not to wake him, lewis basks in the feeling of his family all together in one room. something he will never take for granted.

you walk towards him, letting him know all his essentials were unpacked if he wanted to get ready for bed and he nods, dropping a kiss to your cheek as a perfect thank you. moving to put isabella on your bed, she begins to whine, not wanting to let go of her dad. 

“i’m just gonna have a shower, lovebug, i’ll be quick, okay?” he speaks softly to her.

“pwomise?” she asks, eyes giving the most puppy dog expression you had ever seen. 

lewis chuckles at her sweetness, leaning down to kiss her head, “i promise, bug, and then you can sleep with mummy and daddy tonight,”

“otay,” she giggles, crawling across the bed to get under the covers and make herself comfortable. you and lewis share a laugh as he makes his way into the bathroom, about to take a record-breakingly quick shower in order to be back with his girls soon enough. 

finally ready for bed, he exits the bathroom, seeing you and isabella cuddled together as she attempts to fight sleep, waiting for her dad to be back soon. 

“scoot over,” he smiles, getting into the bed. isabella scooches over, her dad finally arriving in the bed and laying an arm out. you make your move to lay on it, also wanting to be close to him. now that lewis is comfortably laying down, isabella crawls on top of him, deciding her spot for the night would be right on his stomach, head nuzzling straight into his neck. you copy her actions, moving closer to your husband and laying your head on his other shoulder. 

lewis sighs in content and happiness, home with his two best girls cuddled into him and his little boy sleeping away just a foot over. he pulls his arm that was behind your head to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him. his other arm wraps around isabella’s back, gently stroking her to sleep. he can be world champion seven, eight, times - yet nothing beats being home with his family.

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[lovinggreeniehours]

someone tell ebony to stop staring at his guy and look at the camera

[flameleads]

Anonymous asked: 🧠 + Aurora is right here. She is preventing you from buying that bracelet for Mar- maybe you should send her to get a manicure. Then you can complete your mission! Intrusive Thoughts | Currently accepting.

His objective was simple: buy Mar the bracelet she mentioned she wanted. He could afford it, and he knew she would like it. Considering she went to private school, she hardly had much of an opportunity to accessorize her standard uniform beyond jewelry and makeup. Besides, it was just one gift. It was fine.

As green eyes caught his own, though, he knew it wasn't. Aurora had a different line of thought entirely, and selling her on his point of view would be pointless.

But, if he distracted her with something she liked, it could work. She liked manicures. He could drop her off, buy the bracelet and something for her, maybe grab something for dinner too, and pick her up when she finished. Perfect! How to sell it, though... Nothing too elaborate. He could do this.

"I've got an idea," he told her with a smile, "Why don't you get a manicure this afternoon? My treat. While you're doing that, I can pick up some dinner for all of us before picking you up. It's been a long week anyway." Like all of them were. "If not, I can still go pick up some dinner for us. I'll leave it up to you, mi cariño."

Hopefully, she went and got the manicure. She deserved some relaxation too.

[firstscn]

[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing - ( Henry ) @leschanceux

Getting hit in the head by a SWING decidedly wasn't on Alex' list of things to happen to him on a daily basis, not even when he had agreed to be a chaperone for the field day at his daughter's school. It hadn't exactly knocked him out, but he had stumbled for a bit and ended up having to sit down, just in case.

They had allowed the kids to still play for a bit until their parents were due to pick them up, and Henry's colleagues had agreed to watch them while Henry had taken him inside to get an ice pack.

"Not the quiet time with you i was HOPING for," He jokes, taking the ice pack off his face for a moment, realizing that Henry is much, MUCH closer than he had anticipated. Falling for his daughter's teacher has also not been on Alex' list of things to happen to him, but here they are, and his heart is pounding a little too fast inside his chest.

He reaches up to catch Henry's hand, intended to check out the clearly blossoming bruise on the right side of his face, and for a moment, the world seems to SLOW DOWN around them. And Alex? Well he's always been a man of action, so he does the only logical thing, which is to lean in and capture Henry's lips with his own, like he's been thinking of doing for weeks at this point, hoping he hadn't been reading this thing between them wrong.