come to meeeee

a thing i’m thinking about today:

harry potter, aged 23, visiting teddy and andromeda for his normal weekly cup of tea and w/e, and andromeda is in the kitchen and teddy’s run upstairs to fetch harry the latest game he’s obsessed with, and harry notices a leatherbound photo album half-sticking out of the bookshelf in the living room that he’s never seen before, and sort of idly takes it down, and it’s full of photos of the malfoys

photos of narcissa: standing stiffly next to andromeda, the two of them not touching, looking very dubious, and teddy’s ruffled head in the bottom left corner of the picture as he tries uselessly to leap up and wave; sitting very still in a high-backed armchair looking quietly pleased and possessive with teddy six months old and asleep in the crook of her arm; frowning intensely as she pushes rune cards towards a blithely chattering 3 year old teddy.

but most of the photos are of draco. draco asleep on the sofa with teddy curled up and asleep on his chest – there are deep grey circles under draco’s eyes and he’s waxy pale with exhaustion even in sleep, and teddy can’t be more than a couple of months old. draco looking horrified and holding a squirming pudgy teddy at arms length as teddy gleefully spits up what looks like some of his first solids on draco’s crisp white shirt. draco reading a copy of the daily prophet with a 2001 date while teddy crawls up over his back and hangs off around draco’s neck and blows spitballs in his ear. draco and teddy posed solemnly in andromeda’s back garden, draco straddling a broom, teddy next to him and almost beside himself with excitement on the toy broom harry got him for his fourth birthday. draco and teddy playing exploding snap. draco walking in a park next to andromeda with a fast asleep four year old teddy scooped up easily in his arms, snoring on his shoulder. draco in dark jeans and a soft, worn thin looking t-shirt laughing up at the camera while teddy advances on him with hands covered in brightly coloured paint.

harry had no idea narcissa and andromeda were in touch, let alone draco. when he hears teddy thundering back downstairs, he quietly closes the book and replaces it in the cupboard. it doesn’t have to mean anything. he testified at both of the malfoys’ trials. he doesn’t care about them anymore. he’s not even angry.

only that monday at the ministry, when he’s heading for auror hq, draco malfoy wanders past in his buttoned up formal robes clasped tight around his neck, frowning and haughty as ever over a file, shooting harry a swift venomous look as is his habit, and harry’s heart suddenly kicks into high gear.

Matt comes back

TRIGGER WARNING this contains suiside, self harming, ect his is my 1st time writing a fanfic and I can’t spell for my life. There are also many grammar mistakes probably.

The paladins found Matt and rescued him from the galra and Matt immediately bonded with blue. Lance noticed how blue had taken a liking to Matt but he didn’t say anything because he was expecting this. He knew he was just there until someone better came along. Shiro and Pidge were over joyed that Matt returned safely. Matt was really similar to lance. Matt tells jokes, flirts with Allura, bakes with hunk, and even plays games with Pidge. Except everyone laughed at matts jokes and Allura doesn’t tell Matt to shut up every time he flirted with her. Lance started to see how he had been replaced with matt ,bettter version of him. Lance went into a downward spiral back into his depression. He slept less, stayed in his room more often, deprived himself of food, because he didn’t think he deserved food, and started cutting again ,something that he swore he would never do again. He thought “I’m useless, easily replaceable, annoying, heck no one has even noticed that I’m not me anymore no one really cares or has noticed!” No one really cared anymore about lace, not that they had cared before because he was just the 7th wheel and now was he just the 8th wheel? Eventually Matt and blue had bonded so much that blue wouldn’t let lance in. When lance noticed he wouldn’t be let in was when he went to clean blue. She wouldn’t open up to him. “Come on blue I have to clean you” yet the lion wouldn’t listen. Lance took a moment to realized that he wasn’t the blue paladin. He is never going to see his family again and he won’t even be remembered as a hero Along with the rest of his friends. Lance just sat there with his eyes begging to let the tears fall when Matt came in and blue opened up. Lace had this gut reaching feeling. Lance got up in matts face and yelled will tears welling up in his eyes. “You-you’ve taken my friends and now you’ve taken my lion but that needs to stop NOW!” His voice only cracking at the end. Matt being impulsive he says the first thing that comes to mind “if you weren’t so useless it would be so easy to take them from you. And it’s obvious that you were useless in the first place or else blue wouldn’t have replaced you so easily!” Lance stood there processing the information before running back to his room. He took a box underneath his pillow and took out his blade and whispered “your my only friend” he made a slash in his wrist for not being good enough, one for being useless, and this continued letting silent tears drip onto his cuts making them burn. Each time he cut he cut deeper and deeper. “I deserve his he thought” The world started forming black spots and eventually consuming him. He smiled before whispering “Good bye.”
A/N- I didn’t really know how matt would act so you know. I also know that the paladins probably never act this way but I wasn’t really thinking about it at the time. I would also love some feedback on this!

Crankgameplays(Ethan) x reader

Request - yes
Prompt - “Are you still awake..?”
Word count - guys seriously, I can’t count.
Type - flUFFYYYYYY *le Drabble*


Tired, exhausted, sore. Both you and Ethan just came back from Pax, and /dear god/ it was tiring. Fun, but tiring. So many pictures, hugs, lil’ gifts.
Sighing heavily, you plopped onto the couch, getting comfy quickly.
“God, it feels nice to lay down.” You muttered, smiling a bit.
“It might be better if you lay in the bed.” Ethan said, grabbing a kool-aid from the fridge, stabb- poking the straw into the hole, taking a sip.
“But I don’t want to get uppppppp.” You whined, shifting on your side.
“I’m not carrying you.” He resorted, walking to the bedroom.
“MEANIE!” You yelled before sitting up and grumpily walking to the bedroom.
You found Ethan sitting at the edge of the bed, sipping a Kool-Aid and on his phone- probably on twitter or tumblr. You whined again and plopped on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Get off the phoneee, come to bed with meeeee.. please.” You said, pressing your cheek to his and looking down at his phone. His phone was on full brightness, the screen reflected off of his glasses. As he scrolled through twitter, you spotted a picture of you and Ethan, smiling at each other. It was a cute picture, You both were sitting down, taking a break from signing, drinking some water and eating a granola bar. Your head was slightly tilted back and Ethan smiled largely at you. The caption of the tweet said,

“That’s cute.” You muttered quietly, snatching his phone and retweeting the picture, also screenshotting it.
“Heyyyy!” Ethan whined as his phone was taken away, he didn’t bother to take it away from you.
“Heh, I really like this picture.” You smiled, pinning it, “and I swear to god if you unpin this I’m making you sleep on the couch.”
“Alright! Alright..” he chuckled, finishing his Kool-Aid and tossing it in the trash can that was near the closet.
“Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” He hummed, taking his phone away, shutting it off, and grabbing you pulling you down.
“Finally.” You grumbled, snuggling into his warm body.
Ethan tugged the blanket over you two, whispering a ‘Goodnight, love you.’
You smiled, closing your eyes.


About thirty minutes went by, and you couldn’t sleep, so much happened today, in such little time.
“Ethan.” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair, “Are you asleep?”
Ethan’s nose scrunched up, and he hummed a 'no’.
“I-..I can’t sleep.” You whispered again, hand stopped halfway through his hair.
“Me either.” He whispered back, his eyes opening slightly.
“God, today was.. tiring and fun.” You smiled, pressing your forehead to his.
“It was.” He responded.
“And everyone was so nice and sweet.”
“And I love all of them.”
“I love you more.”
“You’re a dork.”
“Go to sleep.”
“You go to sleep.”