Hi, you're one of my favorite drarry blogs ever and I just want to say that I kinda love you *cue me blushing*, so can you pretty please do a short sweet little thing about my fav otp drarry cuddling and being all cutesy? Tysm ily xxx
Hi anon! You are my first anon ever, do you know that!! And such a sweet kind perfect anon at that! I am so, so, so thankful for your lovely message! (tbh I can’t really believe I could be one of your favourite blogs!) I did write up something small for you and I hope you like it. Cuddling and cuteness aren’t exactly my forte if I’m completely honest, so I hope this doesn’t suck. :) <3
Harry had never imagined he could
have mornings like the one he was waking into now. Soft sunlight was flittering
through the curtains, he was slowly emerging from a deep fulfilling sleep and
he was breathing in the soft familiar scent of the man beside him.
There was just one thing that was
wrong, he realized sleepily. He was cold.
The morning chill made him shiver
slightly and he groaned. Draco had hoarded all the blankets on his side again. He extended
his arm towards the body beside him, eyes still closed, and took hold of the blanket
and pulled gently. ‘’Draco, ‘’ he mumbled ‘’ M’ cold.’’ The body didn’t budge.
‘’Draco,’’ he said loudly and
pulled on the blankets harder. Draco muttered something that sounded awfully
like shut up Potter and rolled closer
to Harry, still not relinquishing his hold on the blankets though. Apparently, Harry
will have to wrestle with a sleeping Draco again
to get any warmth.
He cracked his eyes open, grabbed the blanket
with both hands and yanked hard. This startled Draco into waking; his eyes flew
open, he lifted his head in confusion, but before he could protest, Harry was
already under the blankets pressing himself against Draco’s warm soft body. He
sighed in contentment.
Draco, however, flinched as cold feet found his warm
legs and settled between them, ‘’Get your cold feet away from me,’’ he grumbled,
while wrapping an arm around Harry’s torso and burying his head against the
thick black hair. Harry snuggled closer into the warmth his eyes already
fluttering shut again and whispered, ‘’S’your fault. You’re the blanket thief.’’
Before sleep overcame him again
he could feel a faint chuckle shaking the body wrapped around him and a faint
kiss pressed into his hair.
He had never imagined he could
have mornings like this, because they were better than anyone could ever
classic, swap, swapfell and fell bros reaction to their s/o breaking up with them, and then finding out it was because their s/o didn't think they were good enough for their bonefriend and did it on a drunk impulse? love your writing btw you're my fav imagines blog 💕
( * Aw, thank you~! <3 The word bonefriend makes me super happy. This prompt was a lot of fun. I really love when the skelebros provide comfort because I like to imagine someone reading it and feeling better about whatever they’re going through. )
His world has suddenly crashed. He flinches, but he’s quick to bury the hurt behind a forced grin and a small shrug. "heh, it’s not you, it’s me? is that the line you’re using?“ He means for it to come out as light, but his tone sounds sharp and chilling instead, betraying his jovial facade.
But then, he realizes that something’s amiss.. there’s that waver to your voice, the way you look so vulnerable. Why, you look just as wrecked as he feels. "hey, what’re you talking about, kiddo? of course you’re good enough. if anyone should be saying that..”
His voice trails off. He gathers you against his chest, pulling you down to lie on the couch, and opens his blue jacket wide to halfway cover your body. You’re the light in this timeline, the person that gave him the ability to feel HoPe again. He doesn’t voice that; he’s too shaken to find the words. So, instead, he just holds you on the couch, and murmurs, “please don’t ever think that, ok?”
When you break up with him, he flinches as if he was physically struck, his bones rattling together from the jarring impact. "O-OH, GOOD ONE! YOU’RE TRYING OUT JOKES LIKE SANS, RIGHT? I.. I THINK YOU GOT SOMETHING WRONG ABOUT THAT ONE, THOUGH. OR MAYBE I MISSED THE PUNCHLINE..?“ You know he has to be rattled to admit that a joke may have gone over his head, but when he realizes you weren’t joking around, his shoulders slump. "OH…YOU CAN’T REALLY MEAN…”
His eyesockets start to tear up. He’s shaking, but trying to be strong. If you really want to leave him, he’s going to respect your decision, but.. “I..IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANT?” he can’t help but ask, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your shoulder. He’s prepared to accept it, but the moment you start insisting that you’re not good enough for him, he realizes what’s going on. Immediately, he pulls you against his chest, bending over your form. He places his forehead on the top of your head, and he’s openly crying now. You’re hurting, and having this awful thoughts about yourself, and that hurts him.
“YOU’LL ALWAYS BE GOOD ENOUGH. I’LL H-HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS VERY HIGH STANDARDS!” He’s trying to lighten the mood, but his voice breaks a little. So, he tightens his arms around you, holding you as close as possible. "AND YOU EXCEED ALL OF THOSE STANDARDS JUST BY BEING YOU.“ Shifting, he pulls back enough to press his teeth to your forehead, giving a soft ’muah’ sound effect to punctuate his skeleton kiss. "SO LET’S REMAIN A COUPLE! I’LL TAKE YOU OUT ON A DATE TOMORROW! IF.. IF YOU’RE NOT TOO HUNG OVER. IF YOU ARE, I’LL JUST BRING YOU SOUP IN BED AND WE CAN WATCH METTATON RE-RUNS!”
Of course. Of course you’d break up with him. He’s still for a moment, before he forces a smirk and shrugs. "welp, that lasted longer than i expected. i guess i’ll see ya around, swee–.. uh, bud.“ He turns away, trying to shrink further into his jacket, to hide his cheeks behind the floof of his fur-lined hood before he starts crying. He thought he would feel numb, but there’s a gnawing pit in the center of his chest, and his eyesockets are burning. Stars, he’s stronger than this!
Mentally, he’s running through every insult he’s ever received in his life, every reason why he wasn’t good enough for you, why you don’t want to be with him anymore. He’s gathering his magic, preparing to shortcut right out of this nightmare and drown his sorrows at Grillby’s. There’s no doubt in his mind that he’s going to get wrecked tonight, and the bender’s guaranteed to last for a week solid.
But then he hears you continue, drunkenly mumbling about how you don’t deserve him. He freezes, his magic dissipating. You, underserving of him? What kind of Twilight Zone swap world is this? Red turns, still trying to guard his face with his hood, his sockets glimmering with red-tinted tears. "r..run that by me again?” he manages, his voice thick and gruff. When you continue to babble on about your insecurities, he suddenly sees himself mirrored in you. How could he have missed the signs? Maybe you were both just too good at pretending, too used to doing it as second-nature.
“oh, sweetheart.” He’s on you in the next instant, so quickly that he knocks you off-balance and you both end up tumbling onto his mattress. The impact jars the springs and causes you to bounce, but he just holds on tighter, burying his face in the side of your neck so you don’t glimpse his tears. "none of that is true, ya hear me? you’re all i want.. and if you want me..“ His voice becomes quiet, but his mouth is right by your ear, his breath warm against the cold tear-tracks on your cheeks.
"then just stay.. ok?”
WHAT? Did you really think YOU could break up with HIM? This is an outrage. Edgy is someone that obviously hides his feelings behind RED-HOT RAGE, so he grits his teeth and looms over you. "NO!“ he shouts firmly, his entire body tense. He hasn’t done ANYTHING to warrant this, and he’s been trying his hardest to be an attentive bonefriend. He’s been paying attention to your needs, and he’s even started reprimanding his brother’s laziness less! Is that not enough?
No. Impossible. He’s done everything right. "I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THE BREAK-UP. SO.. NO. IT’S NOT OVER.” He’s in serious denial, and while he knows he can’t really make you stay if you want to leave (shy of sealing off the exits with bones, which is becoming more and more tempting..), he’s going to be stubborn. You’re going to have to give him an explanation.. and when you do, you start tripping over your words and feelings, blurting all of your deepest, self-depreciating thoughts.
And that’s when Papyrus realizes just how drunk you are.
He swears loudly, rolling his eyelights even as he grips your chin and forces you to look up at him. He bends over, leaning down to your face, and says, “Stop.” The word comes out more gently than anything you’ve ever heard him say; for once, it’s not a shouted command, but something he’s urging you to do. It shocks you into silence, your shoulders still shaking from suppressed hiccups of sobs. He clears his throat and begins speaking in his normal tone of voice now that he has your full attention. "ARE YOU DONE WITH THIS FOOLISHNESS NOW? I WON’T STAND FOR ANYONE SPEAKING ILL OF YOU–NOT EVEN WHEN YOU DO IT. WE’RE NOT BREAKING UP JUST BECAUSE YOU’VE DECIDED TO DRUNKENLY SLANDER YOURSELF. NONE OF THAT IS TRUE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?“ He says it with such a serious intensity that all you can do is nod. "GOOD.”
And then he scoops you up bridal-style into his arms and carries you upstairs. It’s time for you to sleep off your alcohol, and he’s going to keep you locked up in his arms all night.
The second you break up with him, he’s crying.
It’s not even little sniffling tears that develop into sobs; no, he’s immediately full-on ugly crying. He’s gasping for air with his shoulders heaving, his face is flushed a bright blue, and he looks like you just kicked a sack of puppies in front of him while laughing maniacally.
“B-B-B-BUT..! W-WH-WHHYYY? WHAT DID.. DID I.. DOOO?” He’s wailing the words and jumping to the worst possible conclusion, but he needs to know what he did so he can fix it. He’s got to win you back! If Papyrus is in the house, he hears the crying and teleports into the room with a murderous expression, but once he sees that you’re both crying, he awkwardly pretends it never happened and blips away to Muffet’s. Blueberry grabs onto your waist, looking up at you with the most heart-broken expression you’ve ever seen. You did this to him, you realize, and it only makes things worse.
You launch into every dark thought you’ve ever had about yourself, every time you’ve ever thought that you weren’t good enough, or were too flawed, or that no one could possibly stay interested in you, that you’re poison and that’s why they all lea–
Blueberry cuts you off by cupping your tear-streaked cheeks with both hands and forcing you to look at him. You have his rapt attention, and he’s no longer wallowing in misery; instead, he’s looking at you with absolute concern. "WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK THAT ABOUT YOURSELF? YOU’RE NONE OF THOSE THINGS! I THINK YOU’RE THE GREATEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD! THAT’S WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!“ He smiles, bringing your head down to rest your forehead against his. "MAYBE I DON’T TELL YOU THAT ENOUGH? BUT FEAR NOT! FROM NOW ON, I’M GOING TO TELL YOU EVERY DAY HOW GREAT AND WONDERFUL YOU ARE! AND IF YOU EVER THINK ANYTHING BAD ABOUT YOURSELF, JUST TELL ME SO I CAN TELL YOU HOW UNTRUE IT IS, ALL RIGHT?”
Stretch realizes immediately (okay, immediately after the crushing pain in his chest that made his SOUL feel like it was cracking) that you’re too drunk to make a decision like breaking up. Something like that has to be done with a cool head, so while his body is tense, he tries to approach the situation delicately. "ok. so why break-up?“ You don’t tell him right away, but he probes you carefully, asking if there’s something that makes you unhappy about the relationship and casually mentioning that you’ve had way too much to drink tonight.
When the floodgates finally open and you spill all your demons, Papyrus pulls you into his lap. His arms go around you, and he guides your head to his shoulder, where he soothingly strokes his phalanges through your hair. "honey, why are you so hard on yourself?” You don’t give him a straight answer, instead reiterating that you’re not good enough for him, that he deserves better, that you should just leave. "why don’t you let me be the judge of what’s good enough? i mean, i am a pretty good judge of character, and i think you’re everything i could ever want. else i wouldn’t be here right now, honey.“
If you continue, he just asks, "do you enjoy being with me? do you want to stay like this, with me? then ok. stop trying to leave because i want you to stay.”
HOW DARE YOU BREAK UP WITH HIM!! YOU SHOULD BE HONORED THAT HE DEEMED YOU WORTHY OF HIS AFFECTIONS! “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO BREAK UP?! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!”
His eyesockets are watering, but he tells himself they’re ANGRY TEARS instead of just regular broken-hearted tears. How could anyone refuse him?! He’s about thiiiis close to shouting for Papy to help him handle this crisis when you start to cry and admit your feelings of inadequacy. OH. So you were feeling unworthy! That’s makes sense, because it totally couldn’t be anything HE’S done.
Blackberry swallows back his tears and sits down on his bed, abruptly jerking you down beside him. He latches onto your waist, his grip uncomfortably tight.. because he’s trying to mask the fact that his bones are shaking. "YOU’RE WORTHY. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? I’M A SKELETON OF ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS TO MEET, AND YOU..“ He almost lost you, so he swallows a portion of his pride, his face buried in the side of your neck. "YOU MEET ALL OF THEM. SO CEASE THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE!”
He’s relieved that you stay, and as soon as you pass out, he cries.
Welp, drunk words are sober thoughts, right? So if you want to leave him now, it must mean you’ve been thinking about it. Papyrus can’t say he’s surprised; he’s been waiting for you to realize you could do better. After all, who wants some pathetic mutt like him drooling after them all the time?
He’s already walling himself off, and since he was in the process of walking you home anyway, he pulls out a cigarette from his jacket and lights it up. He’s going to chain smoke tonight, and probably not even go home. Sans would only lecture him about the smell of smoke, and he just can’t deal with that right now. His other hand is balled into a tight fist in his pocket. He doesn’t try to press you for an explanation, even as he’s running through every exchange the two of you have ever had and wondering just how many of those sweet words you actually meant.
And then he hears a tiny sob, and when he turns to you, his entire body feels cold.
He stops, staring, and as your insecurities spew out like terrible word vomit, he slowly starts to realize what this is really about. He can relate–he can relate to every one of those feelings. His cigarette tips from his suddenly-lax fingers, and he closes the gap in one stride to sweep you against him. In one smooth motion, he cuts off your nonsense with his mouth, soothing your worries away with a deep kiss. When he finally pulls back, he chuckles lightly, cupping your damp cheek with his palm. "listen, doll. i’m gonna let you in on the absolute truth.. and that’s that whoever put that shit into your head is wrong. dead wrong. you’ll always be enough just by being here with me. and i don’t want you to ever forget that, ok?“
bones rewatch → 1x17: the skull in the desert “I’m just afraid that I don’t have a generous heart. I’m afraid that I won’t have the chance that I had with Kirk ever again.” “You will.” “How can you be so sure?”
Hi there! Just wanted to to say that I absolutely love your fics, The Predator is my absolute fav right now! I didn't want to ask for spoilers because I like to be surprised, but can you share one head-cannon you have for Predator Olicity ?
Oh boy! Since I’ve been away for so long, I’ll give you a good one:
Now that we all know how badly Oliver’s family life sucked, and how understandably reluctant he is to begin something new, and how much he’s seen marriages be mocked in his world, he doesn’t believe in them - in marriages. He doesn’t have a family ring, nor has he ever wanted one. He’s believed he’ll live alone and die alone.
Plan - Live alone, die alone.
Enter Felicity Smoak (adult version).
Epic plan fail.
So, in the not-so-near future, he doesn’t buy her a ring. (He’s seen many women remove rings and sleep around, many men do the same).
Nope. He doesn’t believe in rings.
He doesn’t buy her a ring.
Instead, he gets her name tattooed on his finger in a ring.
Because there is nothing more permanent than that.
Because he’s claimed her and been claimed by her and he’s got no shame in it. Because every time a woman looks at him he wants her to know he’s not available. Because every time he sees her brand upon his skin, it reminds him that he’s not alone, that there is one amazing woman who loves every broken, ugly part of him and takes his demons for her own.
She tatoooed herself on his soul. So, he gets her tattooed on his flesh.
For the renora thing if you're still taking request: future renora - maybe like in their twenties or thirties? - and maybe Jaune being there (because I love him, but feel free to ignore that part if you want) (and Pyrrha the queen because I can't talk about jnpr without bring up my fav red head) sorry for the rambling!
This.. was hard as hell I did not know what to dress them with. This kids are going places.
I’ll post the other two later (sorry I didn’t had time to finish them)
I made one list of my fav taekook fics pretty long ago, I guess it’s time to make part 2 of it
cut out all the ropes (let me fall) - my fav model (Tae)/ photographer (Kook) au of all times. Taehyung is Korea’s most successful model, but goddamn Jeon Jeongguk appears and life’s getting even more interesting. I LUV IT (smut action - AW YAAAS)
i know i let you down (is it too late to say sorry now?) - OH BOI, I L-L-LoVe it. Taekook broke up a year ago and were supposed to never see each other again, buut… It sounds like cliche asf, but goddamn it’s not and it’s so good! (smut action - oh YAS, god pour dat rain of gud smut on me!)
Armani can’t compare to you - Jungkook loves sex, he really does, but getting into his new secretary’s pants can’t be as easy as it seems. Gud plot, gud presentation, everything gud included. (smut action - bless author for creating this dirty art)
Take You All The Way - Taekook are doing each other favors for favors (it’s not that banal actually i promise), but at some point ths system turns into something deeper… got it…? (smut action - yeeees)
And Suddenly You’re All I Need - dis is sa cyuuute, I almost cried disgustingly… Kook was waiting for somebody in a cafe - that person didn’t come, well, shit happens, but cute barista with nametag “V” won’t let him regret he came there that eve. (smut action - no needed, it’s so pure)
the sky is blue and the sun is shining - I cRiEeeeeeeed… how could you torture me like thaaat… true beauty aka “soulmate au where one only starts seeing in colors when they meet their soulmate”. (smut action - fuk dat smut prepare a bunch of tissues)
Seriously stop saying stuff like 'I love depression' and 'with this song my depression is cured'. You have no right to say it but saying this makes you look mentally 11. And beside that, saying that could hurt other people who are actually struggling to keep going. Go outside and play please or rant about other boys even tho you're 16 and should rant about your fav snack not being available. You lost all my respect lately, you turnt into an hypocritical attention seeker little girl.
ok apparently u know nothing about me because i literally am depressed and i think it’s seasonal cause every year since i was 11 i get depressed around this time and I AM STRUGGLING TO KEEP GOING i’m not just making jokes about being depressed cause it’s Quirky And Relatable 😩💦 i’m making jokes about it cause it’s all i can do when it’s literally swallowing me whole goodness please mind your own business
liking gay things is fun and all like yes i love representation but it’s such a pain to get involved in the fandom bc you always have a ton of straights obsessed with anything gay and its sooooo uncomfortable trying to figure out who is lgbt and who just enjoys the show and who treats us grossly and should be avoided at all costs
“What episode of “Glee” have you revisited the most?”
Probably the one when we went to New York in Season 2. That’s one of my most favorite episodes, and it was personally such a special episode for me because I had just left New York a year prior, and the next thing you know I was coming back one year later with this hugely successful show being followed by, I think, close to, like 200 fans and paparazzi. So, for me, it was crazy to be in these places that I’d walked through hundreds of times in my life, but now in such a different way. So, that was such a pivotal episode for me.
You're one of my top fav ST blogs. What are some of your fav blogs/mutuals?
ok first off thank you for saying such a lovely thing !!! that means the world to me !!! :’) <3
and secondly, whERE DO I EVEN BEGIN ???? i have a follow forever i made at the end of last year if you wanna see like,,, all my mutuals (the vast majority of them are ST blogs) but i’ll name some of them here !!!!
special shout-out to my og squad known as the gain train and my newer squad who doesn’t really have a solid name bc we change our gc name all the goddamn time (love u guys xoxo)
i literally follow soooo many blogs like you have no idea so this def isn’t all of them just fyi !!!! it’s nothing personal if i forgot your name on the list !! it’s just a lot to remember to name everyoneee lmao