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@mm393415 asked: If it’s not to much trouble Blushy Nico Di Angelo / make out Solangelo.

Here it is. I don’t know if this is exactly what you meant, but I hope you like it!


And we’re wrapped in light, in life, in love

Nico’s on fire. He’s burning, his whole body is glowing. He’s not used to this, it’s a weird feeling, he can’t think straight, he never wants it to stop.

The first time Will kissed him, it had been sweet and short, but perfect. They had been the last ones at the campfire. The sun had long set, the sky was already that colour that was either a deep, deep blue or black. (Nico is absolutely certain that it’s black, Will says it’s a very, very dark blue.) The only sound was the churning of the wood in the fire. And Nico was painfully aware that they were alone. They were alone, in the dark, neither of them was speaking. And Nico was hopelessly in love with Will.

Nico could practically feel his heart beating and it felt like it tried to jump through his chest. He played with a loose tread on his shirt, trying to do something, anything instead of fighting down the urge to look at Will or say something he’d regret.

When Will said his name, just loud enough for him to hear, his heart skipped a beat and he turned his head only to find Will looking at him with Nico’s feelings reflected in his eyes.

Then Will slowly came closer to Nico, their faces just inches from each other. Nico didn’t pull back. He knew what was going to happen and he knew he wanted it to happen. Will gave him time to say no if wanted to and Nico was grateful for that. Because he probably would’ve pulled back if this happened a month earlier.

He was ready then, though, and he gladly let it happen. And it was sweet and short, but perfect. When it was over, Nico realized he had been holding his breath since the moment Will leaned into him, and let it out now. He didn’t meet Will’s eye, but looked down instead, feeling the bright blush spread over his face and a grin he couldn’t quite supress taking over his face.

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There’s Enough Room for the Both of Us

Here it is! My first Klance fanfic and contribution to the Voltron fandom! This turned out a little bit darker and longer than I meant it to, but it still has a happy ending! Hope you enjoy!


Keith was used to the nightmares. The screams that continually echoed in his mind. The phantom pains flicking over his skin like fire that seemed so real he was sure he would burn. The pounding of his heart as he woke up in a cold sweat.

He was used to it.

He’d been having those reoccurring nightmares ever since his parents died, and no matter what he did, they always came back to haunt him in his sleep.

Tonight was no different. He heard the screams of his mother and cries of his father as they died running through his mind as if on a loop. Fire flickered across his vision as the ceiling above his head collapsed. He could feel the arms of the unnamed fireman pulling him out of the way just in time. The image of his mother’s hand sticking out from beneath the rubble that had long ago burned it’s way into Keith’s memory.

He bolted upright in his bed, momentarily forgetting where he was. The ship, he remembered, The castle.

Keith swiped his hand across his face in an attempt to wipe away the thin layer of sweat that covered his body. He took a deep breath and his heartbeat began to slow down. He had become a master at regaining most of his composure after a nightmare, but the sounds still rang in his ears.

He got out of bed, not bothering to put anything else on other than a shirt over his sweatpants. He must’ve had a nasty case of bedhead, but he didn’t really care. Who was going to see him? It was only 2 in the morning.

He walked out of his room and towards the kitchen. He fumbled with the lightswitch and the lights flickered on. Keith rubbed his eyes and yawned, not noticing the fact that he had company.

Eyes still half-closed, he stumbled over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. After taking a long gulp, he fully opened up his eyes and jumped at the sight before him.

It was Lance.

Without a shirt on.

Keith gulped. He was definitely not mentally prepared for this kind of situation. He was never mentally prepared for a situation with Lance in it.

“Hey, Keith,” he said from his spot on the counter, “Why’re you up so early?” His voice was deep and gravelly from having just woken up. Okay, that just wasn’t fair.

He cleared his throat as he pushed down a blush that fought to stain his cheeks a rosy pink. “I could ask you the same.” He said after regaining the ability to speak.

“Oh, you know…” Lance trailed off, “I was thirsty.” He held up a glass of water.

“Same.” Keith nodded.

A few moments passed where neither boy said anything. But then Lance cleared his throat.

“Well, uh- I should probably-”

“Yeah, uh- me too-”

“Um, see you later.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

And they both went back to their rooms.

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Lance shut his door and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His latest encounter with Keith had been more awkward than he had wanted it to be. When Keith had asked him what he was doing up, his mind had scrambled to find an answer that would be convincing enough not to raise any questions. It wasn’t like he was going to spill all about how he’s been having nightmares ever since they had first formed Voltron to Keith.

He set his water down on the bedside table and sat down on the mattress. He couldn’t get the image of Keith out of his head. Lance was shocked beyond belief when his fellow teammate had walked into the kitchen wearing white.

He had never seen Keith wear white before.

Keith had always been a red leather jacket, black skinny jeans kind of guy. And that worked for him.

But white worked for him even better.

Lance thought he looked like an angel. A grumpy, sarcastic, mullet-headed angel.

Absolutely beautiful.

While these thoughts were running through his mind, he had walked over to a mirror on his wall. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts and looked incredulously at his reflection.

What the hell, Lance? He thought at himself.

He could’ve imagined it, but he swore he saw his reflection smirk knowingly at him. He spun around and launched himself back into his bed. Ignoring the possibility of more nightmares, Lance fell asleep with the image of Keith with a halo above his head swirling around in his mind.

Lance’s hopes of a nightmare-free sleep fell flat when his dream of a field full of flowers was replaced with hard packed dirt and dead plants. Lance stood on top of a cliff, looking out over a valley full of chaos. The four lions the rest of his friends were piloting were all scattered in different areas, holding out against individual onslaughts from Galra ships.

He looked to his left and saw the Green Lion weaving through the air, under heavy fire and trying to avoid being hit. Pidge seemed to be succeeding in maneuvering around the enemy ammunition until a well placed shot sent the pilot and lion spiraling towards the ground. When dust cleared, the mechanical cat lay unmoving.

A cry tore from his lips, but he could not move his legs forward to go help. His head swiveled to his right and he spotted Hunk outside his lion, firing shots from his bayard at Galra soldiers who were slowly closing in on him. Get in your lion! Lance wanted to scream. But Hunk stood his ground, taking down one enemy soldier after another, but the supply of Galra robots seemed never ending. Lance spotted the soldier too late behind Hunk too late. He had already aimed and fired, and Hunk fell to the ground next to his lion.

Lance screamed and struggled against the invisible force that kept him tethered to that one cursed spot. A shadow passed over his head, and he turned to see the Galra mothership hovering above the Castle of Lions. Allura, Coran, and Shiro were all in front of it. Shiro was running towards his lion. Allura and Coran were desperately trying to open the castle doors. But Shiro was too slow, and Allura and Coran’s attempts were futile. The Galra ship fired the ion cannon, and the Castle of Lions went up in flames, taking Allura, Coran, and Shiro with it.

Lance couldn’t breath, his eyes stung with tears, he could hardly compose a thought.

“Lance!” A voice shouted to his right.

Keith.

The red paladin was running towards Lance, and stopped in front of him to catch his breath.

“Lance, thank god you’re alright. Everyone else. They’re… they’re-” He choked on his words. Lance nodded solemnly, still unable to speak. He attempt to reach out and touch Keith, but the other boy suddenly straightened, with a pained look in his eyes.

“Lance…” Keith whispered, then fell to the ground before Lance’s feet, there was a smoking hole in his armor. Tears spilled from Lance’s eyes as he looked up from his friends’ body to where the shot came from.

Zarkon was standing a few feet away from him, holding up a gun with a triumphant grin on his face. Then he fired a second shot.

Straight at Lance.


Lance bolted up in his bed. His heart was pounding, sweat covered his body, his mouth was dry, and when he touched his face it seemed like he had been crying. When he looked around the room he was reminded that everything he had just experienced had just been a dream. The castle still existed, he could move, his friends were still alive.

Everything’s okay. Just breathe.

He took a swig of his water and collected himself. He looked at the digital clock on his bedside table. Great, he had slept through breakfast.

As he went about his day, remnants of his nightmare still stuck with him. But when he saw his friends for the first time that morning, his heart fluttered with relief. The regular routine of training distracted him from his thoughts and kept him from thinking about how he was going to go to sleep with nightmares like the previous night’s hiding behind every corner of his subconscious.

Dinner came and ended too fast for Lance’s liking and eventually the paladins were told to go to sleep and rest up. Most of the team was quick to go to their rooms to crash, but Lance decided to go the training deck to avoid the nightmares that waited for him in his sleep.

Needless to say, Lance wasn’t surprised when he saw Keith on the training deck. They guy practically lived there. He jumped in and challenged Keith to some sparring for practice (Keith knocked Lance into the ground) and numerous other activities that Keith came out victorious on. Both boys were glad for the distraction of competition, since the rivals-turned-friends had one major thing in common: They were both delaying the time when they would have to go to sleep.

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After hours of training with Lance, Keith just couldn’t delay the inevitable anymore. He was falling asleep where he stood, so he said goodnight to Lance and went to his room. He got dressed into his pajamas and crashed on the bed, pulling the blankets over himself as he ignored the incoming torrent of screams, he just wanted to sleep.

Just as he was drifting off, Keith heard a knock at his door. He groaned and threw his blankets of him and reluctantly stumbled to the door. He was surprised to find Lance holding a pillow on the other side of it. Keith immediately knew what the point of his surprise visitor was.

“There was a-, um-” Lance fumbled over the words, trying to find a good reason to be there other than the truth.

Keith shrugged, “Whatever,” and left the door open for Lance to come in as he adjusted his pillow to one side of the bed. He caught a look at Lance’s shocked face, “What? You want to sleep on the floor?” Lance shook his head and the two boys collapsed on the bed next to each other.

“Goodnight, Keith.”

“Goodnight, Lance.”

Keith turned toward with his back to Lance. He was trying calm his mind down from its reaction to the fact that he was sleeping in the same bed as Lance. Breath, Keith, breathe. In, and out. In, and out.

Keith had begun to drift off when he felt a pair of arms curl around him. He looked behind him at Lance’s sleeping face, but he made no effort to remove himself from the other boy’s grip. Keith settled back into Lance’s arms and fell asleep with Lance’s even breathing puffing against his neck.

And that night, wrapped in the warmth of one another, neither boy had any nightmares.

Stormy Nights - Jason Todd

AN- For Anon…I hope you enjoy it:)

Part 3/5

(If you don’t like it, or its not really what you wanted, just let me know and I will gladly rewrite it)

((I apologize for the one or two slightly foul word))


“Damnit Roy, what have I told you about setting things on fire?” Jason exclaimed as he grabbed a dishtowel and swatted the fire burning on the kitchen counter.

“You told me to get rid of the evidence!” Roy responded, still holding the large flame thrower in his hands.

“I meant throw it away you idiot!”

Roy opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of the door opening and slamming shut pulled their attention away each other over to you where you stood panting.

“There’s a storm coming,” you told them blankly, not moving for a few seconds before scrambling away into your room. Roy gave Jason a questioning look, making Jason shrug. “Get rid of this!” Jason whispered harshly to Roy, pointing at the smoking sweater on the counter. He nodded once and gave Jason a salute before finally setting down his flamethrower and grabbing the piece of clothing. “Ow, shit!” Roy shouted, dropping the sweater on the floor. Jason gave him a look and Roy smiled sheepishly, “Its hot.”

Rolling his eyes, Jason made his way to your room. “Y/N?” he called out. He looked around, ducking down to check under the bed before standing up and walking to check the bathroom. “Y/N?”

He closed the bathroom door and opened the closet one. “Y/N, what are you doing?”

You lifted your face from your tucked knees, “There’s a storm coming, Jay, do you know what that means?”

“It means its going to rain?”

“Not just rain, heavy rain along with flooded streets and dark skies,” you told him, pausing as the image made you shudder slightly, “not to mention lightning.”

“Oh,” he said, the reality of the situation slapping him in the face, “You’re afraid of storms. I forgot.”

You buried your face back into your knees, pulling them closer to you as you sighed. Jason said nothing as he stepped into the closet and slid down the wall next to you. “You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, right?”

“Wrong. The storm is something to be afraid of. Bad things always happen during storms.”

“But I’ll be here with you,” Jason said, putting his arm around you and pulling you to his side, “And as long as I’m around, nothing bad will happen…I wont let it.”

“Jay, theres lots you can protect me from, but a storm is not one of them,” you whispered, clutching on to his shirt as you leaned into him.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I would take a lightning bolt for you.”

You let out a laugh despite your fear and Jason smiled. “You know, Im afraid of ceiling fans,” he told you. You looked at him with a small smile, “You’re trying to distract me.”

“Im being honest with you, theres a difference,” he said as he held back a grin.

“Then you will tell me why Roy had a flamethrower in his hands, and why my favorite sweater was on fire when I got home?” you asked as you leaned back into him.

“I-” he stammered. You giggled quietly and he sighed, “Ok, I am trying to distract you.”

“It was a valiant effort, but,” you cowered further into him as the first roll of lightning began to strike, “the fear is still there.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he said, tightening his arm around you, “I’m right here.”

Suddenly, the door was pulled open and both of your eyes squinted at the new light. “Move over guys, Im scared to,” Roy said as he squeezed down beside you.

“Damnit Roy!”

Thank you @faithful-grigori for the prompt! I hope you like it :)

8: things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

Even when it’s whispered and broken by a gasp, the name strikes him like a freight train.

“Mmm, Mason…

Dipper looks up from where he’s just sunk his teeth into the apex of her shoulder and neck to see Pacifica’s eyes closed and her neck arched in bliss. She must not know what she’s said, or maybe thinks he didn’t hear it, because she doesn’t open her eyes right away. His face heats up at the implications of that sensual tone of voice, of his name said in that sensual tone of voice, and he ducks out from under the hand pressed against the back of his skull.

When Pacifica’s eyes flutter open, they’re starry and unfocused, like she’s just woken up. She sticks out her lower lip and mumbles, “Why’d you stop?”

His mouth works for a few seconds, but no sound comes out until he clears his throat. “You called me Mason.”

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anonymous asked:

Liam making you sleep on the couch blurb!

im not good at angst so i mean i hope the requester wasn’t looking for that

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anonymous asked:

( i dont have bad intentions please dont block me ) the reason why we send you asks of Bones is because Pilot is Bones' comic?? and you know we dont want to forget about them when they are the reason this blog exists in the first place

no oh dear u misunderstood my words!

many people yesterday came to us asking
“have u heard of bones”
“are they okay pls tell us they’re okay and will come back”
“BONES IS GONE!!!!11!!1”

and those just don’t count as confessions
if you have a confession related to bones like what u think they might plan for Pilot its completely okay to submit it!
Also if you just wanna gush about how much u love them.

That’s all I meant, I’m sorry you misunderstood.
I hope I could clear this up.

Stay safe, be kind and have a good time.

~mod Vara

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you could explain what you meant by the post you deleted? (It's okay if you don't want to). I'm just curious because I'm pretty sure I read it wrong or understood it wrong the first time I read it. I hope you feel better soon, and try not to worry too much about it?

I already did. I didn’t know what else to put. So I just put “I’m sorry”

I’m a horrible person. I can’t even apologize right. 

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The northern girl. Winterfell’s daughter.

sansa stark + people’s perception or expectations of her
(requested by @sansaspride)

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Modern AU requested by consideringhobbits, inspired by [x] and based on [x]