day two and i am yet again awake in the middle of the night

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Seokjin 

➸ It was late at night when Jin felt the pressure against his side. It was if something were pushing him, or trying to grab his attention. He tried ignoring it, only for the force to become harder - concluding that he wasn’t dreaming and that whoever it was, wasn’t going to let him go back to sleep. Groaning softly, he sits up with squinted eyes, them adjusting to the darkness and finally onto you - hunched over in fear with wide and guilty eyes. Seeing your expression seemed to knock the sleep right out of him, as he sat up, giving you his full attention. 

“What’s wrong, jagi? Did you have a nightmare?” 

You shook your head, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I…I have to…”

“What is it?” 

He couldn’t see it, but he knew you were blushing from embarrassment as your refused to look him in the eye. It wasn’t until he noticed how tightly you were squeezing your thighs together that he had to put two and two together. Jin chuckles softly as he rubs a warm hand over your leg, allowing you to relax - now that you were sure he wasn’t upset that you woke him up. 

“Y/n, do you want me to walk you to the bathroom, again?” Nodding your head, you quietly apologized for it being the sixth time that week you woke him up to walk you to the bathroom; it made you feel so immature. “Baby, there’s nothing to be sorry for. We all have our fears. Yours, unfortunately, happened to be the dark and our bathroom just happened to be down the hall. So, no need to be sorry, okay?” 

He leaned forward to place a tired kiss on your forehead, bringing a small smile to your burning face. “Thank you,” you would sigh in relief that he didn’t reprimand you about your fear. 

“Now, let’s go empty that bladder of yours.” He suddenly cringed. “Forget I said that - that sounded a lot cuter in my head.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You laid in the bed, wide awake, contemplating your next move. It was currently 2:47 AM, your had to pee really bad, but it was also pitch black in your room. Mentally cursing your childhood fear of the dark never going away, you were stuck with two options. The only problem was that one of those options involved waking Yoongi up. Which, from experience, didn’t always end up being pretty. He was very persistent in his sleeping, always letting you know how important it was to him - and you understood completely. 

But right now, you were desperate and ready to burst. 

It was fine until you suddenly started feeling as if you could no longer hold it, and the squirming had begun. You couldn’t help it, holding in the urge to pee was just pure torture, it nearly driving you to tears; you were in a major dilemma.  Suddenly, a hand gripped one of your squirming legs rough enough to the point you almost peed yourself right then and there. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” The sound of his gruff morning voice sent chills down your spine.     He’s awake. 

“I…I have to pee…” 

“Then fucking go pee, Y/n…” 

“I-I..I can’t…” 

He sighs loudly, sitting up in the bed. Turning on the lamp on his side, Yoongi stares at you with hooded eyes. The sight of his hair being all over the place would have made you laugh any other day, but right now he looked a little pissed - so laughing wasn’t even thought of.  “Why not?” 

You sat in silence for only a few seconds, fiddling with your fingers, while avoiding eye contact. There was no way you could just admit your fear and have him walk you to the bathroom - that’s just embarrassing, especially at your age. Yoongi sighs once again, tilting his head until it rested on his shoulder, his eyes closing slowly. 

“Sweetheart, just spit it out, so we can both go back to sleep, please?” 

“ImafraidofthedarkandIneedyoutowalkmetothebathroom!” 

His eyes reopened at how fast you actually spat it out. Blinking a couple of times, his brain finally process what you said. “Is that all?” 

Shocked that he took your confession so well, probably from being barely awake, you nodded. Sighing for the third time, Yoongi sluggishly got out from under the covers, heading for the door. He turned his head backward once he realized you were still in the bed, raising an eyebrow while holding out his hand. 

“Come on, you big baby~” 

Namjoon

 He woke up to whispers in his ear. Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he grumbled lowly at the feeling of his ear being tickled by whoever the voice belonged to. It wasn’t until the whispered turned into normal volume, and dragged him from his dreams and back to reality. Opening his eyes reluctantly, they immediately set on you as you hovered over his figure, with your hands caging his head in. Namjoon stared up at you for a moment - as if he wasn’t sure if you were real or not. 

“Joonie, will you walk with me to the bathroom?” 

Now he knew he was dreaming. There was no way that you would be hovering over him in this position - better yet, waking him up in the middle of the night - just so he could take you to the bathroom, instead of funny business. It wasn’t until you gripped his shoulders and started shaking him, while whining softly in desperation. 

“Please, Namjoon-ah, it’s really dark down the hall - and I can’t go by myself! What if something grabs me?! What if there’s a killer just waiting for me in the dark abyss, ready to stab me?!” 

“So you want me to go with you so I can get stabbed for you?” 

“Namjoon!” 

“Alright, alright, I’m up. Calm down, I will walk you to the bathroom.” Sitting up to stretch, he pats your head after he yawns. “You’re lucky I love you, because if you were one of the boys, they wouldn’t have to worry about some killer stabbing them - I’d do it for him.” 

Hoseok 

 Hoseok had just found the perfect position to sleep in, sighing deeply that he could now finally drift into dreamland, after tossing and turning all night. Right when he crossed the line between awareness and unawareness, you started to gently poke him on his back, making his muscles clench up in surprise. Rolling over to face you, he almost choked you when you asked a ridiculous question. 

“Did I wake you?” 

Obviously. But he bit back the sarcastic reply and replaced it with a more sweeter one. From the look on your face, it was what you needed at the moment. “No, no, I was awake. Just laying here, trying to get comfortable. Why, what’s going on?” 

“Okay, you’re gonna think I’m stupid for asking this…” 

“I would never, no matter what the circumstance, jagi. I am your hope, your angel, you can ask me anything.” 

You sighed. “Promise you won’t laugh?” 

Hoseok sits up, doing the absolute most by actually crossing his heart and zipping his mouth shut. Now giving you his full attention, you inhaled a deep breath. 

“I’m terrified of the dark, have been ever since I was little, and I…I need you to walk with me so I can use the bathroom…” 

Now, he knew that he promised he wouldn’t laugh. But, he never promised that he wouldn’t coo at how adorable you were at that very moment in his eyes. Squishing your cheeks while making kissy faces at you, Hoseok couldn’t contain how cute you were being. 

“Aw, my poor widdle baby, of course I’ll escort you to the bathroom. You sweet little princess, you~” Placing tiny pecks on every aspect of your face, you couldn’t help but to chuckle slightly at his sudden shower of affection. But, hey, this was Hoseok. What did you expect? 

“I think it would’ve been better if you had just laughed, Hobi…”

“Oh, hush, you love it. Now, TO THE BATHROOM.” 

Jimin 

 He had passed out after attempting to sit through a horror movie with you. It’s not that it wasn’t scary, Jimin was just exhausted from practice that once he got comfortable on the couch - he could barely keep his eyes open. That sadly left you to suffer through the movie by yourself. Unfortunately, toward the end of it, you had to go to the bathroom.  Looking around the living area, you whimpered as you saw that he had turned all the lights out before the movie started, leaving the tv to be your only light source. 

After witnessing death on the television, getting up from the safety of your boyfriend was the last thing you wanted to do. But, you really had to go pee, and sitting there hoping the feeling would go away was out of the question. Sighing heavily, you looked over you sleeping boyfriend, hating that you had to wake him up from his peaceful slumber. But, it was now or never; at least you could wake him up gently. 

Leaning closer to him, you place soft kisses on the side of face, while rubbing a hand up and down his chest slowly. That seemed to get him to stir a little bit, as his eyes fluttered open not too long after. Looking around for a bit, a little disoriented, he realized where he was and who woke him up. Smiling softly at you, he leaned in as well to return the sweet gesture. 

“Sorry, I must have dozed off…guess I missed the whole mov-”

“It’s fine. Uh, but you can make it up to me some other way.”

Taking that suggestion the wrong way pretty fast, his content smile melted into a grin in no time, as his hands slowly trailed to the inside of your shirt - all the while, gently pushing you backward to lay on the couch. You quickly stopped him by shaking your head, your hands placed firmly on his chest. 

“No, no, no, not like that. I mean you could…I don’t know, possibly, maybe…come with me to the bathroom? I have to pee really badly, and after watching this movie, and it being dark as shit, I don’t want to walk by myself.” 

As Jimin hovered above you, he couldn’t help but to laugh at the situation. That was not where he thought this was going. “Don’t tell me the fearless Y/n L/n is afraid of the dark~” 

“I never said I was fearless! And so what if I am…there’s no harm in being afraid of what you can’t see in.” 

“Jagi, that’s so cute~! Okay, I’ll walk you to the bathroom - but what shall be my reward afterwards?” His grin returns, lips going to work on your jaw - slowly trailing down to your neck. Playfully rolling your eyes, you push him back once more, almost letting out a chuckle when he whined in protest.  

“Bladder first, dirty tango later.” 

Quickly jumping up from the couch, he grabs your arm to hurriedly throw you over his shoulder, practically sprinting through the darkness toward the bathroom. 

“Tonight, we shall dance!” 

Taehyung 

“Tae. Taehyung, please wake up, this is an emergency..!” 

He groaned once it finally registered that you were trying to shake him awake. Scrunching his face in annoyance, he merely pulled you to lay back down as he slowly started to roll on top of you - just to make sure you wouldn’t wake him again.   He was mistaken. 

“Tae, please get off, holding it in is hard enough! I don’t need you pressing on my bladder, too!” Now you were beating on his back, tugging on his shirt, while wiggling from side to side. It was apparent that you weren’t going to let him fall back to sleep at this rate, so he decided to finally give in and open his eyes. 

Still not rising up from laying on you, he lifted his head to where he could glare at you through the darkness. “Okay. I’m awake. What is the matter?” 

“I have to pee really bad, but it’s dark and I can’t see a thing, and the bathroom is so far away and I’m afraid to go by myself. And now, you’re currently putting pressure on my stomach, making it 10x harder for me to hold it in, so would you please get off and take me to the bathroom?” 

Taehyung held a straight face for a short minute and a half, until a shit-eating smirk spread wide across his face. 

“You need me to protect you, Y/n?” 

“Tae, don’t make this weird, please…this is embarrassing enough…” You shrunk underneath him, trying to avoid eye contact, but he wasn’t having it as he gripped your jaw - directing your attention back to him. 

“I’ll keep the big, bad monsters away, babygirl~ You came to the right oppa, I shall guide you through the night - among many other nights to come - and keep you from ever fearing the-”

“Baby, that’s nice and all, but unless you want me to piss myself right at this very moment, I suggest you start guiding me asap.” 

“Good idea.” 

Jungkook 

 “You want me to what…?” 

It was almost midnight when you decided to wake Jungkook up, cuddled up to his chest as you muttered into his shirt. The first time you spoke, it wasn’t even above a whisper, now you were replying with your face buried in his chest. Lifting up, while taking you with him, he made you straddling his waist so he could finally understand what you were trying to say. 

“[Sigh] I said…can you please walk me to the bathroom?”  

“But you know where the bathroom is…” He croaked, rubbing his eyes. Jungkook didn’t understand what you needed him for, when you would go to the bathroom just fine in the daytime without his help. But, that was just it. 

It wasn’t daytime anymore. 

“I know it’s just…dark. And I…I’m…” 

This was definitely new to him. Never in his life did he think that his girlfriend would wake him in the middle of the night, just so he could walk her to the bathroom. But, that idea alone made you special. And the fact that you trusted him to protect you - filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Leaning up to peck you lips, he smiles softly. 

“Want me to buy a night light?” 

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HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!

[Well not anymore since we’re approaching 200 somehow, but you get the drill.
Anyways, thanks for 100 followers! Here’s some Paladin centric HCs for you guys!]

★ Keith convinced Pidge to try on Allura’s crown while she wasn’t paying attention

  • It got stuck on her head and they panicked and tried to cut it off with Keith’s sword

★ The “””Bonding Moment””” is a meme forever engrained in paladin history

★ Pidge voice: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a lion should be able to fly

  • Lance, sliding across a table towards Keith: So, ya like jazz?

★ Everyone has seen high school musical so whenever they form Voltron, they scream the chant

★ Lance convinced everyone to do facemasks as a bonding exercise

★ Alteans never grow hair anywhere besides their head and face

  • Lance remembered all the time he’s spent shaving and cried

★ It’s an ongoing joke to lean towards Keith at random times to see if he’s turning purple yet

★ Shiro found a space Sephora in another space mall and broke down in tears while Keith just patted his back awkwardly

  • “Listen, I know it’s been a while, but people are staring. Shiro, get up, you’re the black paladin omg”

★ It’s a regular thing for Hunk to just carry another paladin around

Hunk voice: It’s a castle, it’s a ship, it’s a castle ship!

★ Pidge, Coran and Hunk upgraded the Gladiators to be more challenging and unpredictable, but in the end almost ended up killing everyone

  • Allura and Lance ended up taking them out

★ They all changed outfits once out of boredom

★ Shiro found a group chat setting in the lions, and just sent a shit ton of lenny faces

★ Shiro knows for a fact that Keith has been pining over Lance since before all this Voltron Nonsense, and proceeds to be the annoying brother Keith wished he never had

  • Shiro, thirsty for gossip and enjoys making his brother suffer: So what’d say to him once you saw him for the first time since the Garrison
  • Keith, already planning ways he can kill himself: I pretended i didn’t know him
  • Shiro, spitting out his nunvil: yoU DID W H A T

★ Coran’s mustache got cut off once, and everyone was horrified.

  • It??? Grew back in a day though????

★ Pidge climbs onto the nearest person when she gets scared

Lance voice: We are Voltron bum ba dum bum bum bum bum

★ Coran is the one to insist he doesn’t have a favorite, but everyone knows it’s Lance

★ The paladins tried to find out if Shiro wore eyeliner or not

  • They camped out in the rafters, courtesy of Pidge, with motion detectors in Shiro’s room and cameras in every bathroom
  • They didn’t get their answer, and Keith fell out the rafters

★ Hunk: Gee, it sure seems like updog in here

  • Lance: Hunk no
  • Coran: What??
  • Hunk: Y’now updog
  • Allura: What??? Is updog???
  • Hunk is too busy screaming to answer, and Lance is done

★ Kaltnecker is still around and scares the crap out of the paladins

  • Lance, jumping five feet into the air: hOLY COW
  • Hunk, Pidge and Keith: ( ° ʖ °)
  • Lance: NO

★ Everyone has a group chat where the scream about Klance

★ Coran and Shiro scream the most since Keith and Lance respectively go to them more often

★ They quietly whisper right hand man whenever Allura shows up in her battlesuit

★ Alteans can glow and nobody finds out until the castle has a blackout and the paladins are shook

  • Lance: i toLD YOU GUYS THIS CASTLE WAS HAUNTED
  • Coran: Worry not paladins! We’ve got the situation under control
  • **Allura and Coran begin glowing**
  • Pidge, quietly underneath her breath: yo wtf

★ The paladins find out they can have elemental powers and proceed to freak the fuck out

  • Lance: WHAT IF KEITH LIGHTS ME ON F I R E
  • Keith: WHAT IF YOU DROWN US
  • Pidge: I am the Lorax i speak for the trees
  • Hunk: I can be friends with the Balmera!
  • Shiro: I can finally fly away from all my problems

★ They all unlock them in different ways

  • Keithy-boi accidentally lights his pillow on fire because he was thinking about Lance
  • Somebody makes the mistake of pissing off Hunk and a rock goes flying towards them
  • Shiro was finally chilling until Lance started screaming that he was floating
  • Pidge got really frustrated about an invention while they were on another planet and a bunch of trees surrounded her
  • Last but not least, Lance got super homesick at one point and all the sudden all the waters on the planet started rising

Allura, sitting at a table, eyebrows pinched in thought: What the quiznak is a peanut?

Paladins, pouring nunvil into tiny cups: SHOTS SHOTS SHOT SHOTS

★ Hunk has blackmail on everyone, but will only use it if he deems it completely necessary

★ Nobody ever lets Pidge curse and she is Tired™

★ On several occasions have the Green and Yellow lion had to save their paladins from doing something stupid in the name of science

★ Everyone tried to make lightsabers

  • They were in space so why not??
  • They cut off Coran’s mustache again

★ They went to a planet and drank something?? They next thing they knew is that they were in the castle, Hunk suddenly had longer hair, Pidge’s glasses were gone and that Keith and Lance had strangely similar rings

★ Lance made everyone matching letterman jackets

  • Coran and Shiro teared up

★ Pidge and Hunk made Lance a camera and he screamed

★ Existential crises become a normal thing

  • Shiro, suddenly pausing his training: We’re just fucking power rangers
  • Hunk, dropping Pidge who he was carrying: Oh my god—to Allura and Coran we are the aliens
  • Keith, stopping in the middle of an argument: My entire life, i wondered if aliens were real while i was an alien

★ Everyone assumes its Hunk who doesn’t curse, but it’s actually Lance

★ “How many episodes of Steven Universe have we missed oh my god”

Allura, who just found this out about balloons from Shiro: Ah, Pidge! how exactly does one get square balloons?

  • Pidge, finally seizing her chance: You blow square breaths
  • Allura, holding one finger up: (ό‿ὸ)ノ w h a t

★ Hunk remembered they disappeared before he got to see Moana and just laid down on the floor for several hours

  • Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is basically his dad meaning Hunk missed his dad’s disney movie.

★ They accidentally stole a Yupper that was owned by Prince Lotor

Shortly after forming Voltron: What in formation?

★ Hunk has made a mental note of how many times he’s been right about people not being trustworthy

  • It’s 157

Shiro at one point: jeez we need an adult

  • Shiro, this time horrified: wait i am the adult

★ “It’s not gay if it’s in space.” “Actually the moon is a lesbian, so it is gay. check and mate, Lance.”

Pidge, aggressively: kISS KISS FALL IN SPACE YOU LOSERS

★ They programmed the castle to play the wii music, and Shiro nearly went on a rampage

★ Lance actually ended up knitting all the arusians sweaters

★ “We are beauty, we are grace, we are just gays lost in space” “Shiro liKES MEMES?”

★ Aliens are lowkey terrified of humans now

  • “The black paladin got his arm ripped off and managed to escape the galra? Count me out

★ “Wait, Voltron is just five lions stacked on top of each other omg this is wild”

★ The castle is actually haunted somewhat

  • Nobody knows by who, but they know weird shit is always going on

★ “Who you gonna call?” “VOLTRON”

★ They’re so confused on why Allura and Coran have british accents

  • We’re in space???this makes no sense????

★ Hunk tells Coran he’s helping him cook but really he’s making sure everything is safe for human consumption

★ Lance broke his arm once and Allura passed out

★ Lance and Hunk are the only ones with normal sleeping schedules

  • Coran is always awake?? Nobody knows if he actually goes to sleep, they’re afraid for him

★ Coran taught Pidge every way through the vents and she now uses it to her advantage

★ Hunk is always getting marriage proposals from aliens

★ Pidge has almost been adopted on several occasions

★ They start a service that kinda works like fan mail and are surprised by how many kids want to be them

  • “Why do all these kids want to be dead inside???”

★ The tag yourself meme becomes a usual thing

  • “Tag urself, im that king that keith accidently set on fire”
  • “I’m Shiro screaming hysterically”
  • “I’m that guy who just doesn’t give any shits”

★ Allura is forever deemed Space Beyoncé

★ Coran has a special cup to protect his mustache from getting tea in it

Lance, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat: Does liking Keith make me a furry?

★ Voltron malfunctioned somehow and threw them all onto the planet they were saving and no one has recovered

  • “I WANT A FUCKING REFUND, THIS MAGIC CAT MAN THREW ME OUT BITCH”
  • Voltron somehow beat it on it’s own???
  • Everyone is salty bc it did a better job than they ever did

★ “It’s okay if you’re a furry and a texan, we still love you.” “i alREADY HAD TO DEAL WITH YOUR BROTHER BUT NOW T H I S”

★ Slav hangs around and drags everyone into the Multiverse theory

★ “gO GO POWER RANGERS” **bad sound effects**

★ They argue over what sound the particle barrier makes

  • “Guys, no. it makes that sound when you hear a window opening, y’know?”
  • “No, Lance, it’s more like the sound you hear when you’re on a swing”
  • “Both of you are wrong, it makes that sound you hear when you drop out of the sky”
  • “WE ARE STILL FIGHTING THE GALRA. But it actually makes a noise kinda like Shwooop.”

★ “How are you supposed to protect your shit from criminals??”

  • “Hire Voltron”
  • “Everyone started hiring Voltron”
  • “Rich important people hired Voltron. Poor people who could not afford to hire Voltron did not hire Voltron”

★ **The Galra start attacking the ship** “Knock knock, it’s the Galra. With huge ships. With guns. Gunships.”

★ Shiro voice: Think about it, everyday we get one day closer to getting nachos

  • Hunk voice: that’s actually really nice
  • Pidge voice: what if i die tomorrow and don’t get nachos?
  • Keith voice: then tomorrow is nacho lucky day
  • Lance voice: nO

★ Lance is always the last to find things out without fail

★ Once something was inside the castle that basically put people into a coma when the went to sleep, so everyone had to stay up for at least 2 weeks straight

  • Keith was so sleep deprived that he told Lance bad space pick-up lines for two hours while they cuddled
  • THEY WEREN’T DATING YET

★ They have a board that reads “The last time we did something gay”

  • The longest they’ve gone is 4 days

★ Everyone always forgets what number they are

  • Coran: Come on, number 3, I have something to show you!
  • The Paladins:  **Caveman spongebob meme**

★ “hEY NOW, YOU’RE IN VOLTRON, GET YOUR LION, GET REKT”

★ They have Bonding Sessions where they talk about their families and what they hope they’re doing

★ Everyone thinks it’s Keith or Pidge who talk about punching Iverson, but nope, it’s Hunk

  • He told everyone that Matt, Professor Holt and Shiro were dead and is probably telling his family the same thing
  • He’s not letting that shit slide

★ They visit Balmera regularly so Hunk can see his rock girlfriend

  • BALLmera is life amirite?”

★ Everyone has so many questions over Allura’s hair

  • “Is her hair made out of clouds, or am i dreaming?”
  • “How did she get all of that into a bun? i can barely put my hair into a ponytail wtf”

★ “I’m paladin” “I hate this fucking family”

★ No one can count how many times they’ve seen Keith staring at Lance while he wasn’t looking

Coran, obviously frustrated shortly after Pidge goes missing at some point: HOW DO YOU LOSE A WOMAN?

  • Hunk, quietly, but with a lot of feeling: You forget to cherish her

anonymous asked:

hc: when dick's really stressed he will literally last on an hour or two of sleep a night and neglect to eat like, real meals. i know ur as much of a sucker for dick grayson fluff as i am, i just love the idea of his sibs being like "youre so stupid how are you still alive, even tim eats power bars before patrol and catches catnaps when he's not working on something, why are you like this"

Anonymous asked:  “It’s okay. I’m used to it.” with Dick please?

So, sorry I took a few days to get to this headcanon. I kind of ended up turning into a 3k+ story. Hope that’s okay. Also, this is more hurt/comfort than angst, I think. There’s some fluff right there in the middle, too.

Thanks to @timdrakeothy, because without you, I don’t know if I would have had the inspiration to continue this story. I was very stuck, and you helped out without even knowing it. So thanks!

Also, thank for 500 followers (it’s almost 600 now, but I meant to get a milestone fic out ages ago when I hit 500)!


Tim freezes, because he’d thought he’d just heard—that’s Dick’s voice coming from down the hallway. Which means that Dick is still awake. At four in the morning. After rough patrol that had lasted hours longer than usual.

Well, that doesn’t spell anything good, Tim thinks, and he creeps down the hallway to peek into Dick’s bedroom through the small crack letting soft light spill into the hallway. Tim spots Dick immediately, and he’s lying on the floor, one hand covering his eyes and the other holding his phone to his ear.

“No,” Dick says vehemently, but he’s really still and tense. He sounds exhausted, though, and his next words come out much softer than that first one. “No. I’m fine. Don’t—No, Wally. It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

Dick goes silent, and Tim imagines that Wally’s talking up a storm, even at four am. But then—

“Just—chill, Wally,” Dick says into the phone. “If you don’t stop yelling at me, I’m going to hang up. And then if you still want to yell at me you’ll have to find a way into the manor without Bruce finding out. So just—No. No.”

There’s a pause, and Tim thinks that he should probably start moving. This doesn’t sound like a conversation he wants to be in the middle of. He’s just about to creep down the hallway again towards his original destination—the kitchen, where he’d accidentally left his laptop—when another bedroom door opens from behind him. Tim turns around just as Damian storms out, stomping down the hall towards Tim.

“What is going on?” Damian hisses, doing that thing where he thinks he’s the boss of everything and Tim is obligated to answer him. But he looks—well. He looks kind of concerned, actually, and this is Dick.

“He and Wally are arguing about something,” Tim says, nodding towards Dick’s bedroom, where Dick’s conversation had turned up a couple of notches. “I don’t think he’s tried to sleep tonight, yet, either.”

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Lost Track of Time

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You were mad, but he was out of patience 

Word Count: 1526

Warning: eh, not really a warning…that is unless you hate the F-bomb and other kinds of curse words.

Originally posted by shishikookie

You were fuming. Here you were, dressed in a stunning gown that you knew he would love and holding a boxed Rolex that you were going to gift him. You had waited for him in the fancy 5-star restaurant where you had gotten a reservation, a reservation that took you at least eight months worth of pay to save up for. But here you were, back in your shared apartment at 1 am in the morning waiting for your boyfriend of two years to come home. Yes, he had stood you up.

You would have understood if he had called you or messaged you. Hell, you would have understood if he sent a freaking messenger pigeon to send you a letter telling you why he couldn’t make it. But guess what you didn’t receive? Any sort of indication from Jungkook on where he was or why he didn’t come. 

On the couch you fiddled around with your phone tossing it up and catching it over and over again, waiting for a phone call or text message from him. Instead of the blaring sound of your ringtone or a notification indicating a message, you heard something else: the opening of the front door. He was home. 

Jungkook crept in and quietly removed his shoes since he thought that you would be most likely to be asleep by now. That’s why he was so surprised to find you awake in the middle of the night sitting on the couch wearing a long gown. 

“Oh, jagi. I thought you were asleep.” You shook your head and scoffed in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t know why I’m awake right now, Jeon Jungkook.” He shifted when he heard you refer to him by his full name. You never used his full name unless you were angry. 

If he wasn’t so tired he would have asked you what was wrong. If he wasn’t so tired he would be doing his aegyo to cheer you up. If he wasn’t so tired he wouldn’t be picking a fight with you. 

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I Should Have Known

Simon gets his soulmark one night at Watford and shows it to Baz, who begins acting strangely.  Determined to see what Baz is hiding, Simon will stop at nothing to solve the mystery.

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!


I wake up in the middle of the night to a tingling sensation in my arm. It’s happening, I think as I get up and turn the lights on.

“What the hell, Snow,” Baz mumbles with his hand in front of his face.

“Uh… It’s nothing.” I say quickly.

Baz slowly gets up and sits down on his bed, looking annoyed. “Are you sure?You look like a rabbit caught in the headlights, Snow.”

“Fuck off, Baz.” I tell him. Why does he have to be so bloody annoying?

He yawns before saying, “spit it out, so that I can get to sleep,” and closes his eyes like he’s struggling to stay awake.

“I haven’t–I haven’t looked at it.” I tell him, and I don’t know why but I can’t stand not saying it out loud.

He sneers at me before he asks, “how do you know that you have it if you haven’t looked at it yet?”

That pisses me off because he already has his mark so he knows how it feels when it happens. But I feel like I need to prove that I have it, so I just sit down on his bed and turn my arm around.

We’re both looking at the mark on my arm. There’s a flame going up it, and it’s beautiful: I’ve never seen anyone with this mark before.

I realize that Baz isn’t saying anything, and when I look at him and he seems shocked.

Then he touches my arm, tracing my mark with his finger, leaving goosebumps on my skin. Then he pushes my arm away and I jump to my feet at the sudden movement.

“What’s wrong with you?” Why does he always have to be a prick? It’s so annoying.

Instead of answering, Baz passes me and turns off the lights.

“Do you know anyone with this mark?” I ask him. The way he was looking at it made it seem like it wasn’t the first time that he had seen it.

He’s lying down again when he finally answers me. “No.”

“Why can’t you just tell me who it is?”

He turns to the wall.“Fuck off.”

“What if we make a deal?” I say a bit harshly. “If you let me see your mark I can try to help you find your soulmate and in return you tell me who mine is?” Maybe if I help him, he’ll help me.

Baz came back this year with his mark, but he always has it covered. Most people try to have them uncovered in case their soulmate might see it, but not Baz. He hides it like he’s afraid of it.

“Don’t bother,” he tells me, “I already know who it is.” He sounds pissed off about it.

**

I really want to see his mark. I kept looking at him all day just in case he shows it, but he never does. What if his soulmate is here and he just doesn’t want that person to know?

What reason could he possibly have to be pissed off at his soulmate anyway? If it was me I would want to know. Fuck, what I am saying? Baz? My soulmate? That’s ridiculous.

He’s in the shower now and if he dressed himself in the room I could catch a glimpse of it, but he always dresses himself in there. What if I entered the bathroom?

I hear the water turning off, so before I start to think of what I’m doing I begin to open the door.

“Snow! What. The. Fuck. Get out!” he yells at me from the other side.

I open the rest of the door wide open and when I see him I freeze. All I can do is stare. I’ve never seen him like this, half naked, still dripping water with a towel around his waist. He’s gorgeous.

“Stop staring, it’s fucking weird,” he tells me.

Oh, fuck. I need to focus on what I came here to see. ”Baz?”

“What?” he snaps.

The way he’s looking at me makes me blush for some reason.I don’t know what I’m doing, but I take a step in his direction. He raises one eyebrow at me but doesn’t move. I take another step and reach for his arm.

“Don’t,” he tells me, and he’s looking at me like he’s afraid.

He tries to pull away from me, but I grab his arm with two hands and turn his wrist so that I can see it.

When I see his mark, I freeze. He has the exact same one that I have. Now I understand the way he reacted last night.

He pulls his arm away from me and turns around.

“Baz… You’re my soulmate.” I don’t know why this is making so happy, but I start grinning at him.

It all starts to make sense now. All these years following him around, the way I could never stop thinking about him, what he’s doing. It’s because we’re soulmates. Every soulmate has a pull to their other half. I can’t believe I had him all this time here with me without realizing.

“Get out,” he says quietly to me while he sits in the tub.

Maybe I should leave and let him finish getting ready, but I want to know why he was so pissed about this last night. So I sit right by his side.

After a while he asks me, “how are you so calm?”

In any other situation I would probably go off at this point, but when I think about him being my soulmate it feels like I’m finally complete. More grounded, even. So how could I not be calm? Baz always felt like home to me. I never really thought about it much because we were supposed to not like each other but this feels right, so I just shrug. “You’re my soulmate; we’re literally meant to be together.”

“Except that you ended up with the bloke you fucking hate as your soulmate,” he spits out, like he wanted to say this since the moment I entered.

I tentatively put my hand around his wrist. Around our mark. “I don’t hate you Baz.”

He exhales slowly. Yes, we have our fights, and we always try to annoy each other. And that will probably not change because of this and I’m glad. I like that we challenge each other, and that he’s willing to fight me.

When he doesn’t move away I start rubbing his wrist with my thumb, waiting for him to talk. I think he was only scared of my reaction, probably thinking that I wouldn’t want him as my soulmate.

After a while, he’s clearly more relaxed since we’re here and I’m not letting go of him. He lightly bumps his shoulder against mine before saying, “I don’t hate you either.” and laces our fingers together.

If Baz thinks I’m ever letting him go, he’s wrong. I like him like this. Under my thumb. Under my hands. I’ve got you now, I think.


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Kiss on the Street: Part 2

Prompt: Jason or dick cheated on the reader bc they are scared of being held down. Then the reader dies but is reincarnated by Talia and the reader has no memories of anything and is just a no-emotions, reckless killer? And it’s up to them to help the reader love again to bring back their humanity?

Words: 1651

AN: I loved writing this, it turned out so differently than I thought it would. I’m really thinking about turning this into a two shot. What do you guys think?

Part 1


You awake from your nightmare in a cold sweat, with a scream. It’s the middle of the day, and despite the light you still can’t calm your heartbeat. A moment later, an arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you into a chest you’d know anywhere. “You’re supposed to be at work,” you mumble.

“My shift finished an hour ago, I just got home. Another nightmare?” You just nod. He lets it go, knowing that you won’t talk about it. “Are you hungry, I picked up Chinese. Got all your favorites.”

You smile at that and move from the bed and into the kitchen. He’s already set all the food out. The two of you eat together, as he tells you of the outside world, and the case he’s working on at the moment. You let yourself get lost in his stories.

It’s more difficult than you thought it would be. The nightmares alone keep you from getting any sleep, and if it weren’t for Dick, you’re not entirely sure what you’d do. He’s taken care of all of the legal ramifications of your “death.” You’ve officially been declared alive, and your parents have been told. You’re yet to see them, or anyone for that matter. You’ve isolated yourself with the exception of Dick.

Gathering up the courage you ask the same question you’ve asked every night since you’ve come home. “Is Nightwing going out tonight?”

Dick just smiles and takes your hand. “No, I’m going to stay in tonight.”

You smile. “Dick, you can go out, I’ll be okay.”

He shakes his head. “I’m needed here.” He pauses for a moment before saying, “Your dad called me today.”

You take a bite of food. “Again?” you ask.

He nods, “Three times a day since I told him you were back. He understands that you went through something horrible. He just wants to know that you’re okay, so I gave him the standard report.” There’s a pause before he says, “It might be a good idea to see them. They miss you, need to see you.”

“Dick …”

“They’re your family. We don’t even have to go there; they can come here. And I bet if they came, your mom would bring a stockpile of food, and we could take a break from takeout, cause baby girl, I’ve got to tell you, all this take out isn’t good for my girlish figure.”

You laugh at that. “Richard Grayson, your muscles have muscles, and I am fairly certain that there is not an ounce of fat on you.”

He just shrugs. “I’ve got to stay fit, if I’m going to continue to be your trophy husband.”

You put your food down to go sit in his lap. You kiss him, and as you pull away you say, “What if we go work out together right now?”

His hand slides over your hip as you straddle his lap. “What did you have in mind?” You whisper in his ear, and then he carrying you to the bedroom, and you can’t help but smile.

You finish your Chinese food in bed later that night, as you watch Netflix. That night is the first time you sleep through the night in the two months since you’ve been home. You wake up after eight hours of sleep. You’re still exhausted, but you feel as though you can face the day.

You shower and get dressed, and greet Dick with a kiss. He’s poured you a bowl of cereal, and you eat in silence. You know that Dick had made the call to you father at some point last night. And you know that it’s only a matter of time before they get here.

Sure enough at nine on the dot there’s a knock on the door. Dick gets it with his usual smile, as you stay seated. The voices of your family are both familiar and frightening. You’re scared, scared they’ll see your scars, scared they’ll see how you’ve changed.

Your dad is the first one through the kitchen doorway, and when he sees you he kind of just stares. A moment later he’s kneeling in front of you, and his arms are wrapped around you. You sink into the embrace, the smell of cigars, dirt, surround you; comforting you. And for the first time since you’ve come home you allow yourself to cry.

Slowly more arms surround you, and suddenly you’re in the middle of a giant family group hug, one that Dick is immediately pulled into. Your family spends the day with you. Your family lures you outside to the local farmer’s market and the grocery store. Someone is constantly holding your hand or beside you. The sun feels amazing on your skin, but by the time you’re done you’re ready to go home.

You spend the day in the kitchen with your mother, as she cooks up a storm. Dick was right, your mother is making sure you’re well stocked in the food department. The guys park themselves on the couch watching football. You spend the time taste testing, and swatting your brother’s hands away as they come in and try to steal tastes. They bring up childhood stories during half time, when pizza arrives. By the time your family leaves to go home, it’s eleven at night.

You and Dick are nearly asleep, when your eyes shoot open. Your hand immediately grabs the alarm clock and chucks it. Dick springs out of the bed a second later, as you flick the lights on. You frown at the sight in front of you. Dick’s entire family is there, and in costume. You so don’t need this right now.

Bruce and Dick both have a grip on each other, and neither seems willing to move. In fact, the first one to say anything is Tim. “Come on Dick, stand down.”

Dick doesn’t, instead he just turns his head and says “You come into my home, and tell me to ‘stand down’?”

Jason scoffs, “What did you expect? You’ve been avoiding our calls, haven’t answered any summons from team. Hell, the only person you’ll talk to is Wally, and he refuses to tell us anything.”

Dick just rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that’s where the whole best friend and trust thing comes into play.”

“Dick,” Tim tries again, “We understood when she was kidnapped.” It takes everything you have, to not snarl at the lack of use of your name. “But she’s back now, she’s okay, and you’re still not coming out.” He gestures towards you. “Look at her, she’s fine.”

This time you chuck a pillow at his head. It’s too fast for him to catch. You can’t help but feel a small tingle of satisfaction at the look on his face.

Bruce finally speaks, “Dick, it’s time to come back.”

And for the first time, in perhaps ever, you see Dick get mad, as he pushes back from Bruce. “You just don’t get it, do you?” And then he says words you never thought you’d hear, “I’m done. Nightwing is no more. I’m retired. Don’t call me, don’t let the team call me. I don’t want to see you again until you’re ready to accept my decision and my relationship.” He motions to you. “Y/N is here to stay, and if you can’t accept that then we don’t want you in our lives.”  

There’s this moment of silence before Bruce and the Dick’s brothers start filling out the door. All except Damian. Bruce pauses at the window to stare at his youngest son. “So, you’ve made your choice then.”

Damian nods, and once his father leaves, he turns to you and Dick and asks, “So, which room is mine?”

prince!taeyong au (a bulleted scenario)

Originally posted by nctaezen

a/n this wasn’t a request but i’ve just been getting prince feels from taeyong lately, i didn’t know how to end it ok i wrote this in an hour!!! also, announcement….. I’M SEEING NCT 127 IN MANILA NEXT MONTH!!! IM CRYING!!!! IM SO EXCITED!!!! I GOT TICKETS RIGHT NEXT TO THE STAGE IM CRYING!!!! AND…. NOT ONLY AM I SEEING THEM PERFORM BUT… I ALSO GOT A PHOTO OP PASS. IM MEETING THEM. IM ACTUALLY CRYING I CAN’T BELIEVE IT ITS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE SO IM TYPING THIS BUT IT DOESNT FEEL REAL TO ME OK IM SORRY IM SO PARANOID

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genre: fluff

  • first off, i wanna clarify that this is kind of a mix of modern and past??? U get it
  • ok so,,, he looks like a prince
  • as a prince, i think taeyong would be the kindest most respectable dude EVER
  • like he genuinely cares about his people
  • everyone loves him basically
  • he literally goes out of his way to meet his people
  • and he’s gonna be crowned as king pretty soon since his father’s getting old
  • and in all honesty, he’s not ready to make decisions and stuff like that
  • he thinks he’s not ready but imo he is but i don’t have a say im jus the writer
  • okay so onto you….
  • you’re just from the middle class, nothing special
  • you’ve never seen the prince despite him making regular visits to the village
  • you think his whole acts of kindness thing is just a scheme to get the people to like him as a king
  • so let’s say you’re really adventurous, you’re always in the woods or whatever that’s why you’ve never seen prince taeyong
  • so one time late at night you’re just really bored and can’t seem to fall asleep
  • so you decide to go into the woods and just walk around or something
  • you really shouldn’t do that u could be eaten by wolves or something
  • but yeah ANYWAY you’re walking around in the woods it’s been like an hour dude
  • then you see this tiny hole that looks like an entrance between two trees
  • you’re like ooooo spooky so u go check to see what’s on the other side
  • and it’s a really pretty garden,,, like ,, it’s an actual garden with lanterns and a lil pond and it’s just so pretty it doesn’t look real
  • so while you’re looking around you see this dude obviously taeyong sitting by the pond and u jump a bit but he doesn’t seem to notice your presence
  • he’s just lying there with his eyes closed, humming some tune
  • so u go closer and ur like “are you awake”
  • and he opens his eyes in shock kinda and hes like “oh shit someone saw me”
  • and you’re just thinking oh this dude is wearing expensive clothes he must be rich and ur like “who are you???”
  • and then it hits him that you don’t know he’s the prince
  • he’s like “oh…. i’m TY” and you’re like “that’s a weird name but ok i’m y/n”
  • he nods and you’re like “so did you make this? do you come here often TY?” and he’s like “my grandfather did when i was little. and yeah i come here when i can’t sleep or when something’s on my mind”
  • you’re like “so which one is it?”
  • he’s like ??? and ur like “can’t sleep or is there something bothering you?”
  • he’s like “oh….kinda both, but more of the latter”
  • you’re like “you wanna talk about it?” he’s like “its nothing, its just that i have to do something that involves a lot of decision making that i’m not ready to do yet”
  • you’re like “oh well whatever it is i’m sure you’ll be ready, you seem like a really reliable guy TY” and he’s smiling bc this is coming from your heart and you’re not just saying this bc he’s the prince
  • taeyongs like “so how about you? what brought you here?” and you’re like “i dunno i just couldn’t sleep”
  • so you two are just enjoying the silence and also getting to know each other a bit
  • you’re like “you must be from a noble family huh?” and he nods and you’re like “so does that mean you’re attending the prince’s coronation next week?”
  • he’s like “uhh idk i might” and you’re like “you know i’ve never seen the prince, but i always hear stuff about him being a really nice guy but i think that’s all just crap to get the public’s approval” this kinda offends him and he frowns but he’s like “or maybe he’s just a really nice guy”
  • and you’re like “you know i could see it that way if i didn’t have this bias against royals, they seem really stuck up, im just hoping this prince isn’t the same”
  • taeyongs like “he isn’t. i’ve met him, he’s passionate about helping his people”
  • and ur like “hmmm i’ll give him a chance”
  • then u realize it’s almost 4 am and you get up
  • you’re like “i’ll see you around TY” and he’s like “you can find me here every night if you want” and you’re like “i’ll take note of that”
  • so the next night you guys meet again and you get to know each other a lot better, talking about each other’s favorite colors, food, fears, music. he tells you stories about his life, places he’s been to, you’d pretty much just talk for hours.
  • you’ve been meeting for about 8 nights now, and in the day he’d be on your mind and you’d be on his, and you eventually realize that your heart flutters when you see him waiting for you in the hidden garden
  • so basically you’ve fallen for him and his stories and just everything about him in just a matter of 8 days
  • on the 9th night, your feelings were just running through your body and you were like screw it i’m confessing tonight
  • you’re really nervous as you make your way to the garden, but he isn’t there
  • this kinda upsets you but then you remember it’s the prince’s coronation tomorrow, and TY coming from a noble family, was probably busy with preparations
  • so you leave, deciding on just telling him about your feelings the following night
  • so in the day, your family drags you to watch the parade of the new king with them, much to your dismay
  • you’re just looking around for TY, hoping he’s somewhere here
  • then you hear the crowd yelling for the king
  • you look up at the float and you’re IN SHOCK
  • like ,,, REALLY
  • your mouth is hanging wide open and your mother lightly slaps your arm telling you to bow in respect
  • and as you’re bowing you look up and you and taeyong’s eyes lock
  • you both have a look of shock on your faces and before you know it the float has passed you
  • and you’re just dumbfounded the whole day
  • in your head you’re like ,,,, ‘i’ve been talking to the prince this whole time… i’ve told him things that could get me killed…… and….. I HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM’
  • so ur very slightly angry so at night you go off to the garden again thinking he won’t be there bc he’ll be too busy at his party
  • but there he is, sitting by the pond in his royal clothing
  • he looks exactly like he did when you first saw him, lying next to the pond with his eyes shut
  • you quietly go near him and you’re like “what’s up king taeyong
  • this time he doesn’t even bother opening his eyes he’s like “it’s TY to you”
  • then he sits up and stares at you and he’s like “are you mad that i didn’t tell you”
  • you’re like “i was, but i kinda understand why you didn’t”
  • he’s like “so are you gonna start treating me differently now”
  • you’re like “i don’t think you’d want that so i won’t”
  • and he smiles at you which makes your heart MELT
  • you’re like “so why aren’t you at your celebration”
  • he’s like “i ditched and told them i was tired”
  • you laugh and you’re like “that’s a good way to start off as king”
  • you’re like “so is this the thing that was bothering you the first night we met, the thing you said you weren’t ready to do??” and he nods
  • you’re like “from what i know about you, i think you’re going to be a great king, don’t worry too much, i believe in you”
  • he’s like “that means a lot, especially since it’s coming from you”
  • ur like “huh???” and he leans in and holds u softly be the cheeks and kisses you
  • and your heart is JUMPING
  • you both pull away and he’s like “i’ve been wanting to do that” and you’re like “honestly, same.”
  • he’s like “i ended up developing feelings for you, you got to know me as taeyong and not prince taeyong, just taeyong.” and you’re like “i feel the same way for you, you were so genuine as a person and i just couldn’t get you off my mind”
  • he’s like “you’re not just saying that bc i’m the king?” you know he’s joking but u put a fake hurt face on and he tackles u into a hug
  • you’re like “ok but you know we aren’t going to be allowed to be together right?” and taeyongs like “well why not? everythings being modernized now, who’s to say i can’t be with the person i’ve fallen for? i’m the king
  • and you just spend the rest of the night cuddling in the garden
  • he introduces you to his parents and they agree on keeping your relationship a secret until his term as king is long enough
  • he hires you to work in the palace just to spend time with you
  • its cute you’d be serving him tea and you’d bow and he’d take it then give you a peck on the cheek
  • you’d still go to the hidden garden with him, it would be your place and it would just be sacred for you two
  • and you live happily ever after
  • end

fawnmist  asked:

Psst you got any good sick or injured Keith fic recs?

OK! finally getting around to answering this. sorry it took so long but ive like literally had to go through all of my bookmarks to find some, and even then the ones im about to rec are pretty loose on the sick/injured Keith.

Needless to say, theres lots of angst, some have happy endings, some dont. Ill add the warnings in for each rec


Finding Home by spacegaykogane

Warnings: N/A
Summary: After the wormhole collapses, Keith finds himself stranded on a strange planet. Alone. Until Lance comes along.
With their lions dead and resources limited, Keith and Lance need to put aside their differences and work together to get home.
Wherever that may be, now.
WC: 26966 (6/6)
General Notes: Its the typical fic of Lance and Keith getting stranded on a planet post s1 wormhole collapse. From what i remember its told mostly through Keith’s pov and I enjoyed it for all its worth. 7/10

we’ll make it, you and me by asexualrey

Warnings: Major character injury
Summary: “Keith, if we make it out of this alive, I’m going to kiss you.”
WC: 6421
General Notes: I really wish i remembered more of this one, i can only tell you that it was good. Lance is the one that ends up hurt the most, but like both of them are pretty beat up. 8/10

The Six Gun Sound (Our Claim to Fame) by Mytay

Warning: N/A
Summary“We’re not robbing the bank of the biggest crime lord here, Lance. Do you have a death wish?!”“Let’s just do our damn best to not die. I am too gorgeous to expire this early, dude — I haven’t even hit my prime yet.”Six weeks after crashing landing on this miserable world, the Red and Blue Paladins are on the verge of losing everything. This is how Lance and Keith turned it all around and earned their badass reputation as The Two McClains: Mercenaries That Get The Job Done.
WC: 13181
General Notes: They both get pretty scuffed up in this one, and its more of that dynamic duo action. i really love these two as space mercenaries/pirates. 8/10

Keith’s Scar by 61feathers

Warning: N/A
Summary:Keith and Lance comfort each other later after Keith tells everyone he is Galra.Lance didn’t get the chance to tell Keith his scar is actually really sexy though.
WC: 1134
General Notes: Short and sweet post ep8. You know that shoulder injury he gets, all about that. 8/10

all we have to do by akinghtley

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.Lance wakes up on the floor outside of the medical bay, jerking wildly, body a mess of aches and twinges.
WC: 19418
General Notes: summary pretty tells all there is to this fic, and its pretty much all this, and Lance not knowing what to do with himself really. I loved it. 9/10

Don’t Forget to Remember Me by CamelotQueen

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith recognizes him immediately. Alarm bells go off in his head. This person is important, he thinks. He wishes he could remember.“Keith!” he exclaims, “Look who’s finally awake. How are you feeling today?”Keith falters. His mind is working a mile a minute trying to recall this person’s name, what he is to him.“Um… who are you?” he asks dumbly. He immediately regrets it._______Keith suffers from dissociative amnesia.
WC: 4107
General Notes: a;sdkjgnasah this fic, holy shit, keith with amneisia kills me. my heart hurt the whole time, ust ughhhh. He’s not necessarily hurt but Lance is there taking care of him and boy, the domestic life suits them, but damn does it hurt. 10/10

Homecoming by Thesis

Warnings: Major Character Death
Summary: Two deaths and one funeral. Keith has trouble readjusting to Earth and Lance has trouble dealing with Keith.
WC: 9845
General Notes: I’m emotional over this still and i havent read it in forever ok/ thats all i gotta say. 9/10

bruises by Chaosandthecalm

Warning: N/A
Summary: “Show me how much you hate me.”Keith wants to know what Lance’s problem is. The answer might surprise him.
WC: 3632 (3/3)
General Notes: Boys being boys and being idiots. What can you do. 7/10

Of booty shorts and Injuries by Queerklancing

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith is sure that he’s having a heart attack. Or that he hurt his brain when he fell earlier. Because it’s simply not possible that the boy who’s sitting next to him is not a hallucination. How could someone so gorgeous just sit in an emergency room at night?"Keith and Lance unexpectantly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.
WC: 23862 (4/4)
General Notes: lmao this one is great, def not as heavy as the others, but both of these doofuses get injured. keith is a hockey player and lance has legs for days. enjoy. 10/10

Prison Bonds by GriffinRose

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith and Lance are captured and stuck in a cell together, but it’s not the Galra. They almost wish it was. These Cordalians feed off of emotions, and their favorite emotion is sadness. Worse, they’ve found a way to make their victims relive their worst memories to make that pain fresh again, and Keith has a lot of terrible memories he’d rather not relive.
WC: 18925 (8/8)
General Notes: just read it. please. 10/10

Heroes by battleshidge/Amiria_Raven

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: “My mom always hated the Garrison and what we were supposed to do there. I never got it. How can you despise the idea of being a hero?” Lance laughed a little here, dryly. “But I think I understand now.”He took a shuddering breath.“Because heroes aren’t meant to survive,” he choked, and then buried his face as the tears started falling again.
WC: 8463
General Notes: askgjnafbab, lance breaking down in this fic hurt my heart. 8/10

of florists and tennis shoes by venpast

Warning: N/A
Summary: 'Lance wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the brief tremble at the corner of Keith’s lips or not, that slight stutter that promised a smile. But before he could guess further, Keith gave his knee a shove and got to his feet. He reached out to him, “I’m done here, and I’ve still got some daisies to sell you.”“Yeah,” Lance agreed, looking down at the extended palm, noting the little Saturn tattoo on the inside of Keith’s wrist where the sleeve hiked. He took the hand, “better not overprice those too, you asshole.”’(in which lance is a broke university student trying to impress a pretty girl with flowers, but ends up falling for the florist that sells them instead.)
WC: 63774 (11/11)
General Notes: This isn’t the kind of physical hurt that most people think of, but Keith does get emotionally hurt in this one and it just breaks my heart. i really loved this, its wonderfully written, and its just, wow. 10/10

Echoes of the Past by Gigapoodle

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: It was his fault. He shouldn’t have retreated – he should have ran after them, Galra forces be damned, and ripped the red paladin right out of his weaponized hands, shooting the commander dead on the spot.But he hadn’t. Lance stood there, frozen with adrenaline and fear, before backing out with tears in his eyes, justifying it to himself by saying, ‘he won’t get far, we can easily get him back once I have Voltron with me.’He’d forgotten they didn’t have Voltron. He’d forgotten that without Keith, Voltron was nothing.Keith is Galra. Keith is gone. Keith is Galra. Keith is gone.
WC: 28197 (yes one chapter)
General Notes: this is more along the lines of keith finding out he is galra and hence running away its still one of the best fics in this fandom imo. 10/10

i can’t help but want by aknightley

warning: N/A
Summary: Lance deals with the aftermath of being sucked into a black hole and stranded on an alien planet.When Lance wakes up, all he can see is blue.
WC: 16921
General Notes: more of klance being stranded on a planet post wormhole collapse, and just yes. 10/10

Just Static by Jessadilla/wobblyarms

Warning: N/A
Summary: –Static—–iro, Hunk, Kei—, nybody? I’m—–static—-I’m sorry guys. This is all my—-static–cc—–I found my coordinates. They’re—stttcc–guys. I hear something—–scccc–end transmission-Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren’t getting through. How did it come to this?
WC: 84141 (16/16)
General Notes: just holy fuck. this fic made me cry, like straight up. it is more than likely one of the few fics that have made me cry, and i dont cry easy. 100/10

Watch The Counter

I owe this whole thing to @pretentious-git on Tumblr who posted a prompt/imagine and then let me take it into my hands.
“Okay but imagine Draco just walking into the Slytherin dorms all dramatic like and wailing about Harry to his friends and for once no one tells him to shut up so he just talks and talks but they’re all totally giddy for once because someone tipped off Harry and rigged up a spell for a word-counter in the Gryffindor dorms, so Harry’s sitting in his dorm room watching this little counter climb higher and higher because every number counts for Draco saying either ‘Harry, Potter, or Harry Potter’ in a sentence and Harry can’t believe it when he watches the counter go from 5 to like, 13514 in one night.”
I want to thank you so much for letting me use and play with this.

Draco had been pining over Harry for years, and the Slytherins are tired of hearing about it and need to get some fun. No one knew exactly how it was going to end.


Harry’s eyes widen as his arm is gripped tightly by someone and he is pulled into an empty classroom. His eyes gaze at the hand on his arm before following the limb, his gaze meeting no other than Pansy Parkinson’s hard glare. Pulling his arm away swiftly from the Slytherin’s grasp, and opening his mouth he tries to find his words before realizing he can’t find them and closing it again. Pansy smirked while watching the Gryffindor’s confidence waver slightly. “Don’t worry Potter. I’m not here to hex you. I have something you may be interested in knowing.” This catches the green-eyed boy’s attention, causing his words to come rushing back to him. “What could you possibly have that I would want?” He says, his hand loosely wrapping around his wand as a caution though his curiosity is beginning to take over more and more. “It’s about Draco. He goes on and on about the boy-who-lives, and it’s been driving all of us Slytherin’s crazy since the first year when you rejected his handshake. However, it has gotten worse. I thought we could maybe have some fun with this, however, a way of keeping any of us from drowning him in the lake if you will.” she says her voice completely serious much to Harry’s surprise. He looked at the Slytherin in front of him quizzically before speaking again. “Um, I don’t know what to say to that. What do you expect me to do in this little scheme of yours? I would also like to add that there is no way Malfoy would talk about me of his own free will unless it was to make fun or plot some evil scheme.” As he finishes, he attempts to erase the slight blush he knows is beginning to grow on his cheeks. A cunning and confidence filled smirk growing bigger on the Slytherin girls features. “Wanna bet Potter?” she asks, a daring look in her eye. The Slytherin in Harry begins to stir at the challenge. “Sure Parkinson, you’re on.” She smiles and pulls out a piece of parchment from her bag, scribbling a few words on it before handing the paper to the boy. “Here. If you say these words a number counter will appear and display anytime, he says your name in any form. Beware of what you’re about to realize Gryffindor.” She says, a knowing look taking over her features as she throws her long black hair over one shoulder and walks out of the room, leaving Harry to stare down at the paper with a weird feeling stirring in his stomach.

Walking into the Gryffindor common room, Harry flops down on one of the oversized chairs, his mind still on the parchment folded in his robe pocket. “Oi, Harry you alright there mate?” Ron says forcing Harry out of his trance, his head wiping toward the red head. “Sorry, I’m alright. I was just thinking about something from earlier.” The redhead nods before turning back to his game of wizard chess with Seamus, who was sitting on Dean’s lap next to the fire. “Hey, guys do you mind if I try this spell?” Harry asks the small group who were hanging out in the common room. They all turn towards Harry at his question; eyebrows quirked up as a response. Sighing the raven haired boy wiped a hand down his face before speaking. “I was cornered by Parkinson, and she told me something interesting, she also gave me this spell to prove her point.” At the mention of the infamous Slytherin everyone’s attention being drawn to him entirely, books and chess games momentarily forgotten. “What was her point?” Dean asked into the silent room. Harry let out another sigh, “She says that Malfoy talks about me nonstop, and apparently in a nice-ish way. I bet her that she was wrong, so she handed me this paper with a spell that will tell us every time he says my name.” There were hums of acknowledgment throughout the room before Ron bursts out “Well on with it man! If nothing else it will give us the inside scoop into the Slytherin’s nest if we ever need it.” Harry nodded and took out the parchment along with his wand, casting the spell. When he finishes the words, a small screen appears above the fireplace along with what seems to be a score counter. As everyone’s heads turn towards the screen, they realize that it is the Slytherin commons room and dorms. When nothing else seemed to occur after a few minutes, everyone turned back to their books and games, including Harry who pulled out his potions textbook and parchment, starting on a long night of essay writing.

Harry’s eyes snap open at the feeling of someone shaking him awake. As his eyes focus on the room around him, he sees Ron standing in front of him while Dean and Seamus have turned around to look above the fireplace and Ginny and Hermione have joined the guys and are sitting on one of the couches, also staring up at the fireplace. “Sorry mate, I didn’t mean to startle you but stuff started happening on the screen.” Ron says as he makes his way back over to the couch he had been sitting on before. Wiping the sleep from his eyes before looking up at the screen displayed on the wall surprised when his eyes make contact with the counter seeing that it’s already showing the number 10, as his gaze raises higher he sees Draco pacing in the middle of the emerald and silver common room. “Can we turn the sound on?” Harry asks, his voice coming out a bit raspy from sleep as his gaze meets Hermione’s. She nods and points her wand at the display causing the young Malfoy’s voice to echo throughout the room. ” Why does Potter always have to be such a righteous prat? ” The blonde said, his eyes locked with Pansy and Blaise who were sharing an armchair, his voice indicating he was talking to the room. “ He may have the Potter name but he’s nothing more than a royal pain in my arse. ” Harry’s eyes switched to the counter seeing the number getting higher. A weird feeling beginning bubbling in his chest, which he quickly pushed down his gaze going back to the video. “ All I heard in the hallway on my way here was Potter this, Potter that. It’s like he’s the Chosen One or something. I mean who chose him? Why would they chose someone like Potter to be our world’s Savior? I mean have they seen the little shit? In just one year he fainted over 35 times. What is he? A fangirl or something? ” The blonde rants out all in one breath his pacing coming to a stop as he dramatically throws himself into a chair opposite Pansy and Blaise. Closing his silver eyes he starts ranting again, his voice a little quieter than it was even though the entire commons room is still able to hear him, silent eye rolls passed between students as the blonde drowns on. “ I mean some days I just want to shove him against a wall and kiss him. Other days, however, I just want to push him against a wall. It all depends on how heroic he intends to be that day. Seriously, kill him or kiss him. Does anyone else have this problem when it comes to our Saint and Savior Scarhead? ” At the Slytherin’s confession everyone’s head in the crimson and gold common room turn to look at Harry, the raven-haired boy’s face turning almost a Weasley shade of red as his eyes continuing to stare unblinkingly at the video in front of him as the blonde continues to say things that he never thought he would hear from the young Malfoy. “ You wanna know how it should have gone back in first year? ” The blonde asks to the room, many groans heard even though it was their collective idea to let him drone on and on today, Malfoy was still an ear full to deal with when he went on one of his ‘I hate Potter but am really in love with him but don’t know it cause I don’t think or listen about what comes out of my mouth when I talk about Harry Potter’ rants The teen sends a glare at the students who responded to his question before turning his attention back to his friends. “ It should have gone like this. I introduce myself, and hold out my hand, he accepts it and then proceeds to question his sexuality and how the earth orbits. Is that really to much to ask? ” Blaise being the weaker of the two Slytherin’s before Draco can’t help it when he bursts into a fit of laughter, quickly burying his face in the back of Pansy’s shoulder in an attempt to go unnoticed. This tactic doesn’t work in the slightest earning him glares from the students around him who felt he may be blowing their cover. However as always when it came to Draco ranting about Harry he was oblivious to almost anything else. “ I’m serious, Potter with his perfectly messy hair and Potter with his gorgeous green eyes and Potter with his stupid Gryffindor bravery; why does he always have to be little miss perfect? Hasn’t he figured out that unless you’re me being perfect all the time is stupid? I guess not though since he has yet to trip and fall down a hundred flights of stairs. ” At that Harry rolls his eyes, the blush still present on his features from Draco’s comment on his sexuality. Harry felt the bubbling feeling in his stomach come back, this time with more force. Harry knew that if he hadn’t been sitting down the effect of the sensation would have forced his knees to buckle, silently he focussed on pushing the feeling away, blocking out everything else around him in the process. He hadn’t realized that the blonde had continued speaking so when his senses came back to him he realized that the silver eyed Slytherin had kept talking about him. “ Up. Down. Left. Right. Everywhere I look it’s Harry fucking Potter this, Harry fucking Potter that, oh and let’s not forget the times Harry fucking Potter is standing in front of me with his stupid face and perfect lopsided grin. Can’t I have just one Potter-less hour?! Wait wait wait til I take that back. Yeah don’t do that. I’ll keep my hours Potter-full. But only so I can make fun of course, there is no other reason I would want him around, yeah no. Another think I want to know is why he doesn’t listen when I talk? Once I was telling him how he had a nice face, however all he did was tell me to piss off. And again in fourth year during the Triwizard Tournament I told him of how I bet against my father and said that he may actually last a bit and survive. But once again nothing more than a piss off. ” Even from the view of the video the smirk on Pansy’s face was unmistakeable, a wicked look flashing in her eyes. “ So what you’re saying is that you don’t like Harry Potter, our Boy Who Lived, is that correct Dray? ” The blonde rolled his eyes though the corners of his mouth seemed to be trying to fight past his mask to form a smile. “ Fuck Potter, Fuck Potter, Fuck Potter. That’s all I have to say on stupid Fucking Potter. ” The dark haired girls smirk grew even more as she took in the answer. “ Wait I think I’m seeing a pattern here. ” she exclaimed excitedly, shifting slightly in her seat so she is facing Draco fully, her back to Blaise. “ Oh fuck you! ” The blonde say, raking a hand through his gelled back hair, messing it up slightly. Pansy rolls her eyes and laughs a little at Draco’s outburst. “ Oh sweetheart, I don’t think that is what you were asking for a moment ago. ” She shines an innocent smile at him as be begins muttering under his breath. “What did you say? ” she ask innocently, batting her eyes as she speaks. Draco rolls his eyes but speaks up anyway, making sure to direct it to her and not the whole common room. “ All I say is fuck off, but all I want to say is fuck me.

At this confession, Harry’s concentration on the screen is broken as if a spell had been on him. Trying to recover from what Malfoy had said he coughs, it quickly turning into a fit. When he can regain his ability to breath, he quickly stands, rushing out of the common room and into his dorm, slamming the door behind him, placing a locking charm on the door. The raven-haired teen paces back and forth in the dorm, trying to figure out what Draco meant by what he said, and furthermore what Draco had said meant to Harry himself. Forcing himself to take deep breaths Harry sits down on his bed, putting his head in his hands as he attempts to process what he had gotten himself into today. The blonde Slytherin’s words echo throughout the room as Harry sat in silence.

He is knocked out of his thoughts as someone knocks on the door, Harry realizes the locking spell on the door and opens it, his eyes never leaving the floor. He let out a small sigh as he felt someone sit next to him on the bed, someone’s hand intertwining with his own. Looking up he lets a little smile show on his features as his green orbs meeting Hermione’s brown ones. She smiles back at him, squeezing his hand. “Are you okay?” she asks softly, Harry rolls his eyes just a little before looking away from her. “I’m okay, thanks ‘Mione. Just surprised I guess.” She nods understanding watching the floor as well. “You’re not the only one surprised, I mean I had suspicions about you but it never even occurred to me that Malfoy may feel the same.” Hermione’s words caused Harry to look up staring at her profile. “Suspicions about me on what?” He asked dreading the answer he knew would explain the feelings he had been feeling in his stomach. “Suspicions that you liked Malfoy.” It felt like a stake to the heart as he notices that he is as transparent as they come. “I didn’t think anyone knew,” he mutters quietly, mostly to himself thought he knew Hermione had heard, resting her head on his shoulder they both sighed softly.

They had settled into a comfortable silence causing them both to jump when they heard Ron scream “Bloody hell.” from the common room. Glancing at each other they both stand, hands still intertwined as they go back to the common room together. The two break apart as they walk down the last few stairs and into the common room, the view in front of them almost makes Harry laugh. The two boys sitting in front of the fire are laughing, their gaze going between the video and Ron, his sister laughing while patting him on the back, the ginger boys head is in his hands mumbling under his breath. Breaking apart Hermione goes to sit back down by Ginny, Harry walking over to where he had been sitting. “Mate, you alright?” Harry echoes the words his best friend had said earlier; the Weasley boy looks up at his friend, horror in his eyes as they meet Harry’s green ones. “I-i-i,” he starts unable to speak aloud correctly, clearing his throat he tries again. “I just got what Malfoy had said before you left. Just Ewww.” He says running his hand through his ginger hair as a shudder runs through his body. At this action, Harry bursts into a fit of laughter paying no mind to the blonde still talking.

After a moment or two his laughing calms down, and he looks back at his best friend who still has a look of horror on his face. Letting out a long sigh he looks up to the screen at the sound of the Slytherin’s voice again. “ Potter is such a git, ” Malfoy says, running his hand through his hair again which is already a wreck almost a mirror image of Harry’s most of the time. For the first time since they had been watching Blaise speaks up on his mind on the subject. “ I know right. Fuck Potter. ” At the other man’s words, Draco speaks again. “ Yes, I hate him more than all of the other Gryffindorks, him specifically. ” His silver eyes are closing as he lets out a big sigh. “ No Draco, fuck him .” The dark haired boy says looking at the blonde with a slight smirk growing on his face. “ Yeah I know I- ” Draco starts again, most likely about to start another long monolog that could have a real possibility of keeping both groups of students in their common rooms all night. “ Fuck him, ” Blaise says again, letting the smirk he had been suppressing show its true color at the silence he is greeted with from Draco and the almost silent giggling coming from Pansy who is hiding her face into his shoulder, he speaks again to further get his point across in case Draco ends up being just as oblivious as Harry always is. “ Fuck Potter, or at least kiss him or at the very least tell him how you feel. ” At this, a shade of red that could only be compared to the Gryffindor shade made its home on Draco’s pale skin along his cheeks, ears, and neck. Harry could feel his own face, ears, and neck turning a matching shade of red, the blush burning his tanned skin as he runs a hand over his face and then through his hair.

For the rest of the night, Harry sits in the overly cushioned chair dozing off, his eyes occasionally gazing at the counter on the wall. As the sun begins to come through the tower windows, Harry smiles to himself seeing the Slytherin groups asleep in their common room, spread out on a sofa and chair. The green-eyed man’s gaze slowly trails down the counter, eyes widening when he sees the number 13,514 displayed on the wall. His smile growing into a huge grin at the realization of everything that happened the night before. He looks around the common room finding Ron laying face down on the floor looking like he got pushed off the sofa, Ginny and Hermione sharing said sofa, Seamus and Dean also sprawled out on the floor with blankets and pillows spread out around them, and Neville who had come in late after studying in the library was half falling off a matching armchair to Harry’s. Quietly the raven-haired boy stands and makes his way to his dorm, quickly changing into a set of his muggle clothes seeing at it was Saturday, checking the clock to see that it was a little after 7:30 am he makes his way out of the dorms and into the cold, empty corridors of the castle. While focussing on keeping quiet Harry forgot to check the image above the fireplace making it a complete surprise when he runs face first into the chest of a white-blonde Slytherin. The dark haired boy feels an arm wrap strongly around his waist the other grabbing his arm to steady him. Looking up into the silver eyes of the other man Harry’s smile falters slightly before growing into an almost wicked smirk realizing that he knows everything from last night but that Draco knows nothing about it. The young Malfoy seems to realize just how close they and lets go of Harry’s waist his hand lingering on the others man a few moments longer before being removed as well. The two teens stand in the hallway and look at each other, Harry’s face showing a smirk while Draco’s was masked, though his eyes seemed to betray him by showing slight nervousness. The two stood that way for what felt like forever but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before Harry broke the silence, his eyes glinting with just a little bit of mischief from knowing something the other doesn’t. “Malfoy, what are you doing out and about so early? Your fellow Slytherin’s threaten to throw you in the lake yet?” Harry ask remembering Pansy talking about the Slytherin’s using the stuff from last night to have fun and stop them from drowning Draco in the lake with the giant squid. The blonde’s eyes betray him again by widening in slight shock before recovering once more. “Don’t get your lacy pink panties in a twist Potter. Why would you care if I was thrown into the lake to drown anyway? Disappointed it wouldn’t be you tossing me in there? Not that I am getting thrown in the lake in the first place.” Harry rolls his eyes at the other man in the hall, the bubbling feeling coming back to him as he takes in Draco’s features up close; his perfect porcelain skin, how the light shines against his white blonde hair making it look like he has a halo surrounding his head, His silver eyes taking in Harry before meeting his green ones. “No that’s not it, Dray.” At the use of Pansy’s nickname, Draco’s masks falters again, this time lasting longer in its falter before he recovers. “Dray? Where did you hear such a name?” Harry smiles, the wicked grin being replaced for a small and shy smile. “I guess you could say we have a mutual friend.” Harry says before walking down the hall towards the Great Hall for breakfast, turning to look back at Draco with the smirk on his lips once more. “You coming?” He asks, receiving a distracted nod as Draco absentmindedly falls into step next to him. The walk to the Great Hall is quiet, green eyes meeting silver ones repeatedly as the two walk. Harry reaches his hand out to open the door that would lead them into the Great Hall he feels Draco’s hand touch his arm causing him to lower his arm and turn towards the blonde. The Slytherin looks up and down the man in front of him, the corners of his mouth fighting to pull up into a smile. “What do you know?” he asks, his eyes searching the slightly shorter man’s face. Placing a mask of innocent on his face Harry smiles at Draco “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I know plenty of things which one are you talking about?” A slight chuckle escapes the pale man as he takes in Harry’s innocent demeanor. “You’re acting different, and I want to know why.” Draco states trying to command his feelings towards the person away and channel them into his mask. He had known he had feelings for Potter for awhile now but he wasn’t able to accept them, he had messed up back in the robe shop the September before the first year when a cute brunette boy walked in, and he had been the prim, and proper son Lucius Malfoy had taught him to be instead of being himself. He knew he was not good enough for Harry so why bother, right? Harry smiles his real and genuine lopsided grin at Draco, a smile that only people close to him ever see. “I’m not acting differently in the slightest Malfoy.” When he says, the teen’s last name comes out soft and nice as if it was ‘Mione’s name instead of stiff and hard like he would normal say the other student’s surname. “Oh bullshit,” Draco exclaimed causing Harry to chuckle aloud, Draco’s world stopping for a moment at the almost angelic sound of the other man’s laughter. “You are acting differently. Your walking, talking, smiling, and laughing with me. You’re using a nickname only one person ever calls me. Something is up; I know it so spills.” He rants, unnerved as the thought begins to dawn on him that Harry could know about his feelings and that he may just be playing with the blonde to get back at him for the past five or so years of torment that Draco and his fellow Slytherin purebloods have caused him. Harry lets out another chuckle before pulling himself together. “All I will admit to is that a little bird spent all last night going on about some righteous prat named Potter that he apparently had a problem deciding if he wanted to kiss or kill. If you want my opinion I would say kiss the Saint and Savor Scarhead, seems like it would make more sense to do that. I mean you could always kill him later.” The Gryffindor remarks before shining another signature lopsided grin at Draco before reaching out to open the door and disappearing into the Great Hall leaving the Slytherin dumbfounded in his wake.

The Great Hall slowly begins to fill as the morning drags on. Harry smiles as his Luna walks over to him, her being the only Ravenclaw to come down for breakfast. Smiling back she sits down next to the raven-haired man. “Good morning ‘Arry,” she says before grabbing a plate and placing some food on it. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here I just really don’t want to sit alone, you know?” Harry nods, knowing the feeling of not wanting to be alone all too well. “It’s perfectly fine with me Luna.” With huge smiles, the two dig into their food waiting on the others to join them.

First is Hermione, followed by Ron who sits in front of the two not even batting an eye at the fact that someone outside of their house was sitting with them. Ron sleepily piles food onto his plate, almost face planting into it multiple times while Hermione grabs some eggs, toast, and hashbrowns digging in for a few moments before striking up a conversation with Luna over one of the books the two had been cramming over after classes yesterday. Next came Ginny who immediately noticed Luna and sat next to her, she piles her plate with food to make sure she would have enough energy for the Quidditch practice game later in the day, her eyes never leaving the artistic illustrations Luna was making with her hands as she spoke with passion about the book her and Hermione were discussion. Seamus, Dean, and Neville came in and sat down next never missing a beat in the heated discussion they were having over what seemed to be two Quidditch teams. Last to join as always, probably because they were too busy plotting or executing pranks to remember what time it was, was the famous Weasley twin who sat down next to Harry immediately trying to convince him to join in with one of their brilliant plans they had in the works, saying that if they had the Chosen One on their side there was no way they could get caught. Harry rolled his eyes at the twins drowning out the rest of their conversation as he made eye contact with a certain blonde Slytherin from across the room, even with a faint blush making his way to his cheeks he pulled his lips into a small smirk and winked at the blonde before turning back to his friends.

As people began to join the Gryffindor table the same was happening at the Slytherin’s with Pansy and Blaise making themselves at home on either side of Draco. Crabbe and Goyle even made an appearance by sitting across the table from the trio, knowing better than to act like they were part of the group. As soon as Pansy was seated Draco turned to her his voice coming out as a commanding whisper. “What did you do?” He asked, worry running ramped in his mind as he tried to assess how much Harry knows. The Slytherin girl looks over Draco’s shoulder at Blaise as they let it sink in the Draco could know what they had set up with the Golden Boy last night. Putting on a smirk the girl turns her attention back to the blonde in front of her. “What are you on about Dray?” she asks trying to put as much innocence into her voice as she can in case he doesn’t know anything. “That, that right there. You’re not the only one that has called me that today, what did you do?” Draco asks nervously, his fingers unknowingly playing with his fork as he watches the girl with interest. Pansy twist her hair around her finger as she decides what to tell him. However, she is thrown from her thinking when she hears Blaise speak up. “It wasn’t just her, it was all of the Slytherins,” he mumbles unable to make eye contact with Draco’s glowing silver eyes. “What did you do?” Draco says in a dangerously low voice, his body already preparing to run as his brain eliminates possibilities. “Don’t go all dark lord murder spree, okay?” Blaise asks, receiving a not so convincing nod in return. “Okay so all of us,” he says gesturing his hand in an indication of the Slytherin tables. “Had grown tired of you going on and on about Potter since the first year. So we took matters into our own hands and got a spell that would show the commons room in a video form as well as a score counter that would display every time you said Potter’s name in any form. Pansy proceeded to give this to him. As far as we know he may have used it last night which could mean he knows everything you said last night.” Blaise finishes his eyes finally meeting Draco’s watching the blondes mask melting away being replaced first by worry, then happiness, and lastly by anger which causes him to look away. In one swift motion, Draco is standing looking between Blaise and Pansy before looking up and down the table at the other Slytherin’s sitting silently waiting for what Draco was going to do. He looks back at Blaise and Pansy when he speaks even though he is yelling and knows that the whole Great Hall can hear him. “YOU. DID. WHAT?” with his anger filled eyes staring into them neither of them speaks, Pansy only letting out a slight shriek. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he glances across the room his eyes meeting brilliant green ones for nothing more than a second before he turns on his heels, running out of the Great Hall.

When Draco breaks eyes contact with Harry, he momentarily feels empty, alone. Quietly he stands and makes his way out of the Great Hall when he is out of the Hall he pulls the Marauders map out of his pocket thanking himself for making it a habit of taking it with him wherever he went. When the map is opened, he runs his finger along the paper trying to find the name he wants out of all the other students, teacher, and staff residing inside the castle. As he finds the name, he lets out a sigh of relief seeing that he was somewhere nearby. Closing the map and putting it away he breaks into a sprint, making his way through the corridors towards the lake.

When Harry gets to the lake, he stops when he can see a head of blonde hair resting on one of the large rocks by the shoreline. He takes a few deep breaths before taking a few step closer only stopping when he is standing next to the other man. Clearing his voice in a way to get the Slytherin’s attention he sits down next to him, their shoulders touching. “Are you okay?” the brunette asks his eyes searching Draco’s profile. “Why do you care?” Draco responds, his voice coming out gruff as if he is having an internal fight with himself. “I have always cared, what happened yesterday just showed me how much I care,” Harry says, giving up on making eye contact with the taller man and just staring out at the calm dark water. “It’s fine if you didn’t mean anything you said last night, it’s not like you knew the full story of who was hearing your words, so it’s understandable if you don’t feel the same.” Harry rambles into the silence around them. Harry opens his mouth to speak again after a few minutes but closes it as Draco’s slender finger run against his jaw, turning his head towards him. Green eyes meet silver ones for what feels like the first time all over again; neither filled with anger, neither glazed over by a mask. They stare into each other’s eyes for what feels like forever, the scenery around them blurring into nothingness as they take on the other. Slowly Draco moves forward, his eyes glancing between Harry’s lips and his eyes, Harry leans forward as well, their lips brushing against one another as eyes flutter shut. The kiss becomes heated, Draco pulling Harry into his lap with the brunette straddling him. After a few more minutes the two slowly pull apart, their foreheads resting against each other as they catch their breaths. Without warning Draco breaks into a fit of laughter, causing Harry to lean back to get a better look at the blonde in front of him. “Are you okay?” Harry asks a smile growing on his features. The blonde continues laughing, putting his head on the other boy’s shoulder. “I-I’m okay just never thought I would be kissing the Chosen One, let alone have him straddling me.” He says into Harry’s shirt, the confession causing Harry to laugh along with Draco. With a huge smile, Harry pulls Draco’s face away from his shoulder, pulling his lips into another breathtaking kiss.

I’m Here // Carl Gallagher x Reader

*not my gif 
Summary: Carl is your boyfriend and you two have been the happiest couple ever. However, you deal with anxiety and depression which happens every now and then. Carl didn’t know about it. Until one day, you had enough and you wanted to take your life. But Carl caught you. 
A/N: This one is a request by an anonymous. This one is a serious one but it has a happy ending. And also before you start reading, I just want to remind you all that if you deal with depression or anxiety like I am, everything will be fine. x 

Carl and Y/N were just hanging out at Carl’s house rooftop, cuddling as they watch the stars glitter. “If we saw a shooting star right here, right now. What would you wish for?” Y/N asked, looking at Carl as he tries to think of something. “I probably would wish that I could’ve been a better little brother. Cause you know how I am, I’m stubborn and reckless.” Carl smiled looking at Y/N. “But you didn’t regret a thing you’ve done, huh?” Y/N said. Carl nodded him, looking back up to the sky. 

“How about you? What would you wish for?” Carl asked. Y/N started to become sad but she tries to hide it, so she forced a smile. “You know how Nemo got lost in the ocean and his dad went on to search for Nemo and he found him?” Y/N said. “Yeah?“ 
"Well, I want to be just like Nemo I want to do something that’s not meant to be done except that I hope no one would come and find me.” Y/N said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “So you basically wish to be Nemo?” Carl laughed. 

Y/N, of course, expected Carl to laugh because he doesn’t get it, he doesn’t know that Y/N is dealing with depression. So she just went on with it, “Yes, I do want to be just like Nemo.” Y/N laughed, as she looked at the watch and saw that it was already 2.30 a.m which is the time Y/N was supposed to be at home. “Hey, it’s 2:30, I gotta go.” Y/N said as she walks towards to a ladder that was on the side of the house. “I’ll take you home,” Carl said as he gets up as well. “You know you can’t come at my place, Carl.” Y/N said as she walked down the ladder to the ground. “We’ve been together for almost 2 years, Y/N. And I haven’t seen what your house looks like on the inside.” Carl sighed, walked back down the ladder. 

When Carl finally made it down from the rooftop, Y/N gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You’ll find out soon enough.” She says as she brushed her thumb on Carl’s cheek, making him touch her soft petite hand. “Take care, okay? I love you.” Carl said, looking into her eyes. “I love you too, Carl. So much…” Y/N said as if it was her last “I love you” to Carl. Y/N walked away from Carl, and looked back at him once again, giving him the middle finger, laughing. He did the same thing at Y/N before walking back inside his house. 

As Y/N arrived home, she saw her drunken step-father who was asleep in the chair while the TV was still on as she enters, she slowly took the remote control for her step-father’s hand and turned off the TV. “Goodnight,” She whispered, walking up the stairs slowly to her room. When she went inside her room. She saw her sister still awake in bed on her phone, “Have you told Carl yet?” Kendra asked. Y/N’s eyes started to tear up, “I didn’t.” Y/N sobbed. Kendra sat back up on her bed and started to look worried for Y/N. “Y/N, if you won’t tell Carl about your depression, you’ll just be worse. I’m just worried about you, you know? What if something happens to you? How would the boy you love know that finally, you ended your life?” Kendra said as she stood up, giving Y/N a tight hug. Y/N started to cry, “I just wish that I didn’t have to deal with any of this bullshit. I wish that mom didn’t die. I wish that our stupid step-dad is not here to abuse us.” She cried. “I don’t deserve this! I wanna be happy again.” Y/N said, pushing Kendra away from her. 

Kendra quickly put Y/N to bed and gave her medicines. “Drink this, you’ll be fine, kid,” Kendra said, giving her meds. Y/N did as what she says and finally she slowly went to sleep. Kendra stroked her hair and started to cry. “You’re right, Y/N. You don’t deserve this.” Kendra said. She stood back up from the floor and went to bed. 

n e x t m o r n i n g 

Y/N’s step-father went inside their room at 9 a.m, pulling Y/N’s blanket aggressively which made Y/N to sit up and saw him. “What are you doing here?” She shouted, which now made her sister wake up. “Where the fuck were you last night?” Y/N’s step-father said. “I was just out with Carl!” Y/N said, as her step-father pulled his belt from his pants and started to whip it on Y/N. Y/N started to cry of pain and tried to protect her own self. Kendra finally stood up and tried to push him away. “Back the fuck up!” Kendra said as she was pushed by her step-father. He then crawled into Y/N’s bed and started to slap her in the face hard. “Please stop! You’re hurting me!” Y/N cried. He stopped and stood back up. “Don’t ever go out and see that fucking Carl ever again!” He said, angrily and walked out their room. 

Kendra ran up to Y/N in bed and hugged her. “Pack your things, we have to leave this house right now,” Kendra said, standing up and took out two pieces of luggage under her bed. “Where will even stay? We barely have money.” Y/N sobbed, limping out the bed and started to take out her clothes from their closet. “Why don’t you call up Carl or someone who is a Gallagher,” Kendra said, as she still is focused on putting her stuff in her luggage quickly as she can. 

Y/N took her phone under her pillow and started to call Fiona, who she thinks is the right person to call since she is the leader of the house. “Hello?” Fiona said from the phone. “Fiona? Thank god you answer!” Y/N cried of happiness making Kendra look back at her. “Yeah. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Fiona asked Y/N can tell that Fiona was worried from the tone of her voice when she asked her what was wrong. “Our dad just started to hit me with his belt and he slapped me across the face and we want to leave our house right now. So can we stay over at your house?” Y/N asked. “Oh, my god. Sure. You’re always welcome. Please be safe when you leave.” Fiona said, hanging up the phone. 

As Kendra and Y/N are packing, Fiona who is right now getting very scared and worried for the two. She started to walk around the kitchen as the kids are eating their breakfast. “Who was that on the phone? You started to look scared when you hung up.” Ian asked. “It’s Y/N who called,” Fiona said as she stopped walking around and looked at them. Carl then looked at her because Y/N’s his girlfriend so he has to know what happened to her. “What about Y/N? What happened to her?” Carl asked, also getting worried about what might happen on his girlfriend. Fiona couldn’t say it because she knows that Carl would get really angry would cause trouble. But she finally had the guts to say it. "Your girlfriend, Carl. She just got beaten up by her step-father.” Fiona sighed. Carl then stood up from his seat and ran upstairs to call Y/N but no one answered. He sat down on the floor leaning his head against the wall, as he rang Y/N again and again. 

As Carl tried to call Y/N, she and Kendra are finished packing up and they had to climb out the window so that their step-father won’t see them. “We throw the bags first and then we jump out,” Kendra said, making Y/N nod her head. They threw their bags out and now they are deciding on who to jump first. “I’ll go first.” Y/N said, jumping out the window and winced in pain. “Are you okay?” Kendra whispered. Y/N gave her the thumbs up and waited for Kendra to jump. When Kendra has finally jumped out, they took their bag and ran quickly as they can. 

f e w m i n u t e s l a t e r  

The sisters knocked on Gallagher’s door really loud as they see Lip right in front of them who opened the door. Y/N and Kendra ran inside and shut the door. Carl ran downstairs to see his girlfriend and her sister, sweaty and tired, catching their breath. Carl ran up to Y/N and kissed her lips. “Why weren’t you answering my calls?” Carls said. “I was sick worried about you." 

"I was in a hurry and scared that my step-father would catch us running away.” Y/N said but Carl noticed that something was not right about Y/N. The way she said it, she was emotionless and tired like she’s not happy about being safe. But Carl thought that she was just tired so he let that slip. “You know what, go inside the kitchen and have breakfast,” Ian said, guiding them to the kitchen. “I’ll just get something upstairs really quick,” Carl said, walking up the stairs. As they sat down, Y/N didn’t want to eat. She sat there and looked at the food. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Debbie asked. “Yes, Debbie. I’m just tired.” Y/N said. Kendra then noticed that she wasn’t feeling very well, she noticed that her depression was kicking in and it’s making her feel bad. “Can you guys excuse me please?” Y/N said, standing up and went to the bathroom, locking it. 

“Kendra, is Y/N okay?” Debbie asked her, again. “Yes, Debs. She is. Don’t worry.” Kendra said. Carl then came downstairs just to see Y/N was not in her seat. “Where’s Y/N?” Carl asked. “In the bathroom,” Ian said. They then heard something shattered coming from the bathroom. 

“Oh no. fuck!” Kendra shouted, and ran towards the bathroom, started to bang on the door. “Y/N! Open up! Don’t do this please!!” Kendra shouted. “Whats wrong? What is she doing?” Carl asked Kendra getting very nervous. 

“Y/N has a severe depression!” Kendra cried out. Everyone started to help Kendra out. “Move!” Ian shouted and kicked the door. And they saw the suicidal Y/N, on the floor, crying with a piece of mirror on her hand. “I don’t want to live anymore!” Y/N cried. Carl walked towards her and put her around his arms. “I’m Here. Don’t worry.” Carl gave Y/N a kiss on the forehead. 

Creepypasta #1269: A Room In My House Sometimes Has Two Doors

Length: Medium

I moved to a new place. It’s a relatively small house but as the bachelor I am, it’s a palace. Aside all the space I need for day to day living, it even has some extra room I haven’t fully decided what to do with yet.

One of those is a small windowless room right next to the stairway leading to the upper floor and basement. When checking out the house, I already had ideas about turning it into a hobby room or dedicated gaming cave. Though as things usually go with moving, it turned into a “I’ll unpack these boxes later” room for the time being.

As time went on, I did venture in there now and then to dig through the boxes in search for something I needed but didn’t feel like putting in place just yet. Everything was normal until during a late night TV binge, I had a sleep drunk craving for milkshake and decided to dig out that blender I use on an average of twice a year. So, as per usual I went to the room to look through the boxes marked “kitchen”. I opened the door… only to find another door.

As you can imagine I was kinda perplexed, holding the handle of my actual door still in my hand. Looking over this strange second door, I found that this side had no handle, just a smooth metal plate in its place with a keyhole. Giving it a push, I found it locked so I couldn’t get in. I stood there for a while, puzzled about how this was possible. I imagined that maybe this was some kind of strange construction where both doors usually stick together as one and just now separated in some way. But that was quickly dismissed, the second door sat on the other side of the frame and opened into the room whereas the first one opened outwards into the hallway. As such there was also a gap between them not too much thicker than my hand. Further trying to rationalize, I thought that maybe this door had been there all the time and was just always open so I missed it… but no that wasn’t it either, it sat centered on that room wall, not against an edge so I must have seen it at some point.

I must have kinda zoned out at some point. I found myself sitting on the sofa watching TV as I did before. Pretty much instantly I thought that was an odd dream, so I got up and opened the room door… and it was normal. Just the one door opening to a room full of boxes. I was relieved that it turned out just to be an odd dream, I still dug out that blender as now I actually DID have a craving a milkshake though.

Things were as normal for the next few weeks again. I didn’t have to go in there often and every time I did, it was just the one door. Until one day I wanted to put something away in there. I opened the door only to find the second door again. I almost dropped what I was holding. This time it was in the middle of the day and I was wide awake. I even pinched myself just to make sure. It wasn’t a dream, the second door was there again.

I was definitely faced with some kind of odd phenomenon here and decided to do some investigating. First of course, I again tried to open the door, no luck as before. No handle, door locked. I did have the idea to try the actual key to the room, the one from my side at least, but it didn’t fit the lock on that door. I even tried out my “Hollywood door cracking” skills with a piece of wire as a lockpick and the old credit card thing, with no success aside a broken wire hanger and a bent to hell piece of plastic.

I then thought, “how reliable is this door appearing”, since I’d opened and closed it several times without it being there. I closed the outer door and opened it again, the inner door was gone. Closed and opened it, still gone. I repeated this I think about nine more times before it was there again. Another closed and opened and it was gone. I tried this for the better part of an hour, coming to the conclusion that it was random, though it never seemed to happen twice in a row.

I also wondered if I could film it happening, though the only camera I had that would fit in the gap between the doors was my phone’s and I didn’t intend on losing that for an experiment, just in case the space in between the door was randomly here and there too. I did want to see what happened inside the room though. Since my stuff was still there, I figured my phone wouldn’t vanish. After making the inner door disappear again, I got in the room, started recording on my phone, and propped it up a bit so it filmed the doorway. 

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{PART 21: Final Chapter} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson)

Genre: (?)

No Summary.

This is the final chapter of this series.

If you would like to read my Authors Note, I have placed it at the end of the chapter. Now, on to the story ^^

{Part 1} // {Part 20} {Part 21: Final Chapter}

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The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 27) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Hospital Days”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Noah Stilinski, Dr. Dunbar, Liam Dunbar, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Cora Hale, Derek Hale & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: I love this chapter. Stiles is always the one sleeping at the hospital and fretting over other people, it felt nice to show how many people would show up and would be distraught if something happened to Stiles.

Summary: Stiles was brutally attacked on the Fourth of July. It was now July 7th and he still laid in a coma in Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital.

Chapter Twenty-Six - Chapter Twenty-Seven - Chapter Twenty-Eight

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz


“Hey mom, what’s up?” Scott said, as he answered his phone, standing in Allison’s living room with Allison and Y/N.

“Scott, you need to get Y/N and get to the hospital right now. Stiles was attacked.” Melissa McCall replied through the phone, her voice shaking.

“What? What do you mean? Is he okay?” Scott’s entire demeanor changed, he struggled to keep his rage and his fear bottled up.

“The Sheriff just brought him in, you need to get here. Now, Scott!” She shouted before hanging up.

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Persona 5 groupchat head canons (kinda spoilery)

I’ve seen a few fanfics where it’s literally just the Phantom Thieves dicking around in their group chat and that inspired me to post this and honestly I put way too much thought into it

Akira:

- okay he’s not too different from what we see in the game, meaning most of his replies are like 5 words at most, even after someone sends him an entire fucking essay in text

- he will occasionally send cat pictures (Morgana included, but only when he’s asleep) and everyone mutually agrees it’s the highlight of their week

- he’s never there for any of the late night chats because of You-Know-Who so he always misses all of the crazy shit when everyone is sleep deprived (rip in pieces) but it’s always the first thing he checks when he wakes up

- can get very snarky at times but that’s just his inner Joker coming out

- you can fucking bet he talks for Morgana whenever he wants to say something (Morgana’s messages always end with a - M)

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Disposable pt 8

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9


You woke to the sound of birds chirping and light breathing–neither of which made much sense to your sleepy brain. The only birds you usually heard outside the apartment you lived in were pidgins and the occasional angry crow, nothing like the things singing outside currently. But the breathing was much more concerning. 

You opened your eyes slowly to find yourself eye-level with Min Yoongi’s lips. Oh god. This was bad. You looked further up, and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that his eyes were closed. He would probably murder you if he knew that you had been sleeping half on top of him–with your hand clinging to his shirt no less!

You carefully moved his hand away from where it had been resting on your hip, and then a thought occurred to you. Min Yoongi cuddled in his sleep. It wasn’t just you rolling over on top of him, he had put his arm around you. You fought back a smile. What would he have done if he had woken up first? Screamed, probably.

The mental image was an amusing one, and put you in a good mood (but you were also glad that you had woken up first, not the other way around).

There was a knock on the door, and you froze half-way out of bed. 

“Are you two up? Are you decent? I don’t want to walk in on anything.” It was Hoseok’s voice, and you were about to get up when an arm wrapped around your waist. 

“Come in.” Yoongi said, pulling you closer. Damn he was good at the whole “adoring boyfriend” thing.

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Dreamless

Originally posted by queenis

Jojen x Reader


Jojen jerked awake in a cold sweat. He was tearing from his room and down the hall before Meera could get out of her own bed, even when she finally caught him he wouldn’t stop, insisting that he must get somewhere.

“I am so sorry.” Meera muttered when Jojen burst into a house and had the occupants jump at his sudden arrival.

“A girl, (Y/N) where is she?” Jojen asked and he was quickly shown to your room where you were locked in a nightmare. “They have been getting worse.”

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Trick or True

→ When you first meet, he is known as Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook is shy, kind and full of imagination. He is your classmate, your friend and your first kiss. Now, as you stare at the man sat atop the glass throne in the centre of the palace, you see nothing of the boy you once knew. Instead you see a stranger, a member of the Unseelie Court; the Crown Prince of Winter. 

・genre: fluff, angst, fantasy → faerie au! winter court.
pairing:
jungkook x reader
rating: T
word count: 3,676
installments: sequel →  Frosted Hearts・part of Tales from the Land of Fey Series
a/n: Inspired by one of my favourite novels, The Iron King by Julie Kagawa.

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Robbery Prank // Grayson Dolan Imagine

A/N: okay so my dumbass accidentally freaking deleted who requested this. If you were the one to request this please lmk so I can put your @ on here ! I’m so sorry !


REQUESTED: can you do an imagine we’re Ethan pranks the reader and Grayson in the middle of the night thinking there’s a robbery?

REQUEST ARE STILL OPEN 

MASTERLIST

WARNING: a little bit of violence and a little bit of smut


Grayson and you were cuddling on his bed watching Youtube videos. The time was one fifty two am. Both of you were wide awake and didn’t feel like sleeping. You two had previously napped for most of the day. Ethan was in his bedroom which happened to be on the other side, pass the living room, of the apartment. 

You were getting a bit bored of watching the videos so you looked up at Grayson. He was on his phone not even paying attention to the video he picked. Smirking to yourself you grabbed his phone out of his hands and gently threw it onto his side. 

“Hey! I was using tha-mhh,” he spoke as you pressed your lips on his to shut him up. 

“You sure you prefer your phone over me?” You asked him while removing your t-shirt leaving you in just your bra. 

“I prefer this over my phone any day,” he smirked while flipping you two over. Looking up and him you smirked and pulled him back down for a kiss. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Grayson was already shirtless so you ran your hands up his chest and let them trail to his back. Lightly digging your nails into his back you heard him let out a low moan making you smirk. Pulling away from the kiss Grayson began to press soft kisses on your neck. Tilting your head back giving him more access you both heard a loud bang on the door. 

“Babe who’s at the door?” You asked him while running your hands through his hair. 

“Probably just Ethan getting a late night snack,” he mumbled while lightly biting your sweet spot. Licking your lips you let out a low moan trying not be loud knowing that Ethan was just a few feet away. 

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Again you heard a loud bang but this time it was followed with a yell. 

“Get on the floor!” An un-familiar voice yelled. 

“Shit Grayson I think someones in the house,” You whispered feeling fear through your body. 

“Ignore it, Ethan’s probably just watching a video or something,” he mumbled. Nodding your head you smiled at Grayson and kissed him on the lips. 

Making out for a few minutes you again heard a loud yell and this time Grayson perked up with worry. 

“Was that Ethan yelling?” Grayson asked not knowing if what he heard was right. 

“I don’t know. I think we should probably go check what’s going on,” You mumbled while getting up from the bed. Quickly the both of you threw on your clothes and walked out. Grayson walked out first while grabbing a baseball bat he kept by his nightstand. You watched as he lifted it up in the air and trailed behind him as he walked inside the living room. 

“I thought you said no one else was in the house?” The man asked Ethan who was on the floor with his hands in the air. 

“What do you want?” Grayson asked with a shaky voice while preparing himself to swing. 

“Drop the bat,” the man sternly said. 

“No,” Grayson spoke while raising the bat even higher. Crouching down behind the couch you tried to quietly walk towards Ethan. 

“Hey you! Stand up and put your hands to where I can see it!” He yelled making you get up and do as told. 

You stared at the man trying to see his face but he kept his face down the entire time. You found it a bit odd he wouldn’t look up because his voice sounded like he was dominant. Normally people who were dominant would look you straight in the eyes and want to have control in that way. 

Yet he didn’t making you wonder what his deal was. 

“Put the bat down!” He yelled while the sound of a taser rang through the apartment building. 

Through the corner of your eye you could see Ethan standing up from the floor. 

“I didn’t tell you to stand up! Lay back down!” He yelled while walking back over to Ethan. That was when you saw it. 

The big bulky camera hidden in the plant bush. 

“Grayson,” you whispered trying to grab his attention. 

“Grayson!” You whispered a bit louder. This time you caught his attention. 

“Look,” you whispered while pointing at the camera trying not to let the other two see. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Grayson mumbled with a small chuckle. 

“Let’s go along with it,” you shrugged. Grayson agreed and soon the two of you stood next to each other and faced the camera. Winking at the camera you walked around the bush and went over to Ethan. 

“Hey I didn’t tell you to move!” The man said making you shrug. 

“You also didn’t tell me to stay,” you sassed back while walking into the kitchen. Pouring yourself a glass of water you took a few sips and smiled at Grayson who was shaking his head. 

“You two know. Damn it I thought this was going to work,” Ethan pouted making the two of you chuckle. 

“Next time try and hide the camera better buddy,” Grayson chuckled while pulling it out of the bush. 

“We tried Jack,” Ethan sighed while getting up. Soon Jack removed his hood and smiled at the two of you. 

“It worked for a few minutes meaning I could make a good robber some day,” he joked making you all laugh. 

“It also looks like we interrupted something earlier,” Ethan pointed out while raising an eyebrow at you. Feeling your face heat up as you remembered Grayson gave you a hickey before walking out. 

“I hate you guys,” you groaned. Setting the cup down on the counter you walked out the kitchen area. Grabbing Grayson’s arm you began to pull him towards the bedroom. 

“Get some Grayson!” Jack yelled behind you guys. You flipped them off before walking inside the bedroom. Shutting the door Grayson soon pushed you up against it with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“So where were we Y/N?” Grayson asked you in a deep husky voice. Goosebumps rose on your arm as he slid his hand up your shirt.

“I don’t remember by why don’t you remind me on our bed?” You asked while pushing him back onto the bed and straddling him. 

Let’s just say that you two fell asleep after your night time activity due to how exhausted you two felt. 

Our Little Secret (Part 6)

Bucky x Reader
WC
1556
Warnings swearing, mention of smoking, snuggling
Summary When your friendship with Steve ends, you’re sent on an undercover mission with his best friend.


You stormed up to the bedroom, stomping up to your room. When you reached there, you slammed the door shut but still didn’t feel any better. Looking at the bed, you knew you were too angry with Steve to even contemplate sleep. You hated how he could get under your skin like that; you thought you had moved on but he knew exactly which buttons to push. He was so infuriating! You caught a glimpse of the walk in shower and hoped a hot shower would calm you down.

Collecting your toiletries and towels, you turned on the shower and undressed in the bathroom, leaving your clothes on the sink. The bathroom filled with steam and you stepped in. Your shower this afternoon was one of necessity, this one was for luxury. You took advantage of the shower head that was like rain letting it fall over you and soothe you. You took your time washing yourself, using your loofah to scrub your skin until it hurt. The action allowed you to calm down and by the time you were done, you felt calmer.

Stepping out onto the bathmat, you wrapped your hair with a towel wrapping the second one around your body. You moisturized your face and rubbed your favourite coconut scented lotion into your skin. Foregoing the blow dryer, you put your hair into a loose braid.

You were about to step out of the bedroom to get dressed when you realized Bucky was in the bedroom. And so were your clothes.

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Early Morning Soup

Hi hi everyone, i am absolutely delighted to announce @jaggedarchetypes wrote a piece based on this comic and its?? so good??? and once again im absolutely at a loss for words & im so very touched oh my god?? please read it under the cut he captured the feeling so well!!!!

For one who felt so exhausted, actual rest sure seemed to allude Hanzo Shimada. Midnight had him tossing and turning, one AM had him pacing, two AM had him outside jogging and walking, and three AM had him resigned to the fate of another sleepless night. But at least, if not a relaxed mind, his exercise had worked up a sizable appetite.

By three fifteen, Hanzo was showered, and by three thirty he was glaring tiredly into a pot. He’d sampled his soup perhaps a dozen times, but the flavor stubbornly refused to be like the one of his childhood. So, Hanzo sent out a text. Then one more, just for good measure.

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