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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fluffy Drarry getting together drabble where they've both been hanging out with Teddy, and they're not together. But like, Teddy doesn't realize because they act like a couple already, and he asks why they don't do couple-y things like Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron, and it leads to Drarry. I absolutely love your writing, and I'm glad you've gotten your spark back. It sucks to be a writer with no inspiration (been there, done that).

thank you so much!

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Harry arrived at Andromeda’s house to see that Draco was there once again. He had been there hanging out with Teddy the past three times Harry was there. It was nice. The two of them actually got along now, and they enjoyed spending time together and with Teddy.

Harry smiled to himself before greeting Draco and Teddy.

“Hey you two.”

Both Draco and Teddy turned to see Harry standing at the door.

“Harry!” Teddy shouted happily and ran over to give him a hug.

Harry chuckled and hugged him back before looking at Draco with a smirk.

“Do I get a hug from you, too?”

Draco’s cheeks turned pink, and he playfully rolled his eyes before turning away to begin picking up Teddy’s toys.

Harry’s smirk grew as he walked up behind Draco and wrapped his arms around his waist.

“By that I meant, please give me a hug, Draco.”

“Shut up,” Draco mumbled, blushing even more, but smiled at Harry.

Harry continued flirting with Draco throughout the night, and he found Draco’s reactions to be extremely amusing.

The three of them then moved to sit on the couch just to chat for a while, and Ron and Hermione somehow came up in the conversation.

“The two of them are going out to a fancy dinner tonight. Hermione is really excited because they haven’t been on a date in a while.”

Draco nodded in understanding, and then Teddy cut into the conversation.

“How come you two never go on dates?” He asked.

Harry smiled down at Teddy.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you two are together, just like them, right? So why don’t you guys go out to fancy dinners?” 

Harry chuckled. Teddy, only being seven years old, must have mistaken Harry’s teasing flirting as them actually being a couple.

He glanced at Draco to see him looking down at his hands and his cheeks a shade of bright red.

“We’re not together, Teddy. Not like Ron and Hermione.”

Teddy cocked his head in confusion.

“But you act like they do. Like giving each other hugs and stuff.”

Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well it’s just…different.”

Teddy then turned to Draco.

“But you like Harry, don’t you, Draco? I head you telling my grandma about him just last week.”

Draco looked at him with wide eyes and refused to look at Harry.

“W-Well I…he’s nice and…I-I like him as a friend, but we’re not…” Draco trailed off, not wanting to embarrass himself even more.

Harry smiled to himself and decided to let this slide…for now.

They played board games for a while until Teddy got tired and wanted to go to bed.

“So,” Harry began as he and Draco walked out of Teddy’s bedroom. “You like me?”

Draco wanted to slap the smirk off of Harry’s face.

“No, I hate you, Potter. You know that.”

Harry’s smirk only grew, and he stepped in front of Draco so he couldn’t continue walking.

“Mm, it doesn’t seem that way.”

Draco huffed and tried to step around Harry, but it was to no avail. Harry just moved with him, and then backed him up against the wall.

Draco quickly became a flustered mess.

“I like you too,” Harry whispered before softly pressing his lips to Draco’s.

Draco gasped as their lips connected, but then quickly responded to the kiss by wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck.

They stood there kissing for what seemed like forever until they were interrupted.

“I thought you weren’t a couple!” A small voice nearly shrieked.

Harry whipped around to see Teddy standing there, looking at them with wide eyes.

Harry grinned at him.

“It’s complicated, Teddy. Just go back to bed and don’t tell your grandmother about this, okay?”

Teddy nodded hesitantly and walked back into his bedroom.

Harry then turned back to Draco to resume their kiss.

confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)


Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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Okay so here are full reference sheets for GalaCree + Rose McCree!

Since the designs were kind of spontaneous, I haven’t the best idea how exactly I want the full body outfit to look.. I hope these sketches give an idea of what materials I envision some of his clothes to be made of, or how peacemaker might look! Truly though, the designs are rather flexible and you can see that GalaCree changed since the first edit I made for a blog header. If anyone has further questions, please feel free to ask! I hope these are informative enough?

He wasn’t a writer. He’d never written in a journal — he’d even been the stereotypical jock that paid someone else to write his English papers. But she was. She had had a way with words like no other he’d ever come across. But one day, her words ceased, along with her presence in this world. He didn’t understand it. He never would.

The day she left, he began to write.

‘Her name was Abigail, but everyone called her Abby,’ he wrote. 'She was beautiful in a way that you could see kindness dancing behind her blue eyes before you noticed anything else. She didn’t demand attention, she remained silent and waited until it was her turn to receive it. Although, it never took long, because once anyone saw the grace and sweetness she carried, they couldn’t help but want to be around her. And I think that’s what I’ll remember about her most - her ability to draw people near, just because of her personality.

I don’t think a day will go by when I don’t think of her. I miss hearing her response of, 'What-y?’ every time someone called her name. I miss her terrible taste in music. I miss her embrace. I just miss..her.

So today, I asked God why bad things happen to good people. Abby would have rolled her eyes at me for that. She would have sighed and said, 'That only happened once, and He asked for it.’ She would have reminded me that God isn’t fair, He is just.

So here I sit, in my dead girlfriend’s bedroom, and I weep. She was special, I always knew she was. She was so incredibly special that God called her home at 19 years old; He just couldn’t be without her any longer.’

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #144 // Eulogy for the loved

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love what you wrote with Damian and Jason I was wondering if you could do something with innocence and broken pieces? (You can pick one or the other or do them together its up to you if you like)

Ah, thank you so much!! I hope you like this one too~


“They’re playing with Legos,” Dick had said through a mouthful of cereal.

Jason really hadn’t expected that to be true and in a sense, it wasn’t. After all, who thought of Legos and immediately imagined an entire ballroom filled with what could only be considered as an expanding Lego kingdom.

And in the center of it all was Damian, bent over and adjusting the flags on his castle. He took a step back. The highest tower of the castle far surpassed his height, which was probably where Bruce came in handy.

Jason tucked his hands into his pockets, feeling oddly out of place but not quite sure where to pinpoint it. “Hey, squirt, where’s your dad?”

Damian brushed back his hair and scowled. “Getting more pieces. Our armory is severely lacking and we’ve only just started on the village.” Despite the annoyed tone in his voice, Damian seemed at ease surrounded by his Lego kingdom. “Why do you require Father’s services?”

“Needed a file,” Jason said, squinting at a Lego man who… had a gun. They made Lego guns?

Jason kind of wanted one.

He kind of wanted all of this. The Legos. The hanging out with a parent who’d go out and get more Legos just because.

But no. Jason got a shitty childhood, had to grow up too fast, lost both his parents, gained one who refused to be his substitute dad, never really had a friend and then fucking died. At sixteen.

Like a moron.

He grit his teeth.

“What file?” Damian asked, watching Jason over his shoulder.

Jason sighed. Took a step forward. “Look, kid-”

“Don’t!” Damian snapped sharp, eyes wide but the resounding crack that echoed under Jason’s foot made it clear he’d fucked up anyway.

He winced and took a step back. Under his foot were the cracked and broken pieces of a few stray Legos. He scooped them up and something in him felt lost. Something he’d never had shattered in him. That childhood he used to envy from other kids. The innocence and softness that came with having a real family and getting to play with fucking Legos.

He frowned and rubbed his face with his stray hand. Glancing back at Damian, he said, “Sorry, Dames.”

There was an inexplicable agony on the kid’s face as he stared at the broken Legos in Jason’s palm. Not pain-pain but something still harsh. Still hurt.

Jason relaxed onto the soles of his feet. His hand fisted around the Lego pieces.

Damian never had a childhood either.

Not like kids were supposed to have with giant lights and love and wonder and parents who didn’t train them to be killers. Jason took a quick glance around the room one more time and wondered if Bruce realized that finally.

Realized that Damian was all kinds of fucked up in ways that couldn’t be fixed just by teaching him to be good.

The kid grit his teeth and looked away. “Whatever,” he said, snippish like his mother. “Father is bringing back more later.”

Uncertainty squalled his voice and Jason was left wondering how long ago it was that Bruce left and how many times he’d missed out on shit like this. Loving moments with his fucking son.

You’d think having two kids die on you would make a parent more attentive when they came back but Bruce was always good at defying the norms.

Jason shoved the pieces into his jacket pocket and eyed Damian for a long while. Then he sighed. He was really beginning to hate himself at this point. He was a zombie. He’d died.

He was supposed to be heartless. Uncaring. Kicking down bad guys and shooting them in the head with remorse. No love. No guilt. Nothing.

And yet…

He ducked forward to sidle up behind Damian. “Hey, you ever thought about adding another tower?”

Damian frowned at him, like he was some kinds of stupid. “That’s ridiculous, Todd. Another tower would throw the symmetry out of proportion and even if I were to maintain the symmetry, the entire structure would be off balance and crumble under a stiff breeze.” He threw Jason a look of pure scathing. “Even an imbecile could see that.”

Jason smirked. “Sorry to disappoint but I never wanted to be an architect, Little D.” He gestured grandly. “Educate me.”

Damian sighed, like he didn’t want to, but a small smile quirked at the edge of his mouth as he launched into a long-winded and probably boring explanation on proper castle structures.

Jason licked his lips and settled in, focusing.

Because that was the shitty thing about Jason Todd. He could get fucked over by people who “loved” him. He could die again and again and yet, every time he’d come back, he’d more than likely fuck himself over by jumping off the deep end and learning how to love again. Like some kind of ass.

Because family meant a lot to him.

And Damian, regrettably and also not regrettably, was family.

but it’s like-
the night throbs in my veins sometimes
and i don’t know what to do with this energy?
it isn’t my heart, no, not that, not anything known,
but it flows like blood would and i want to leap out of the window-
i want to meet the stars / i want to tell them that the night
isn’t the darkest place that i’ve been but even when i’m there
somehow starlight still guides me.

l.s. | it flows like blood would © 2017

i’ll never be your mother’s favourite

Request: “Love your writing!! Can you write a Shawn imagine about him being nervous about meeting your family for the first time and he ends up feeling sick the whole way there but you tell him to just relax and it’s just nerves but once you get there later that night he just continues to feel worse and worse and ends up falling really ill and you feel bad for him and take care of him?? And maybe he’s embarrassed about being sick at your parents house??“

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x reader/female character
Rating: General audience
Words: 1353

John Mayer is playing softly on the radio as they speed past the trees on the side of the highway. Shawn buttons and unbuttons the top button of his shirt in the side view mirror for what feels like the hundredth time. They’re getting closer to her parents’ house and he can feel his stomach turn at the thought of standing in front of them for the first time. He looks hesitantly at the tie in his clammy palms every few seconds.

“Do I have to wear the tie?” he groans. “I feel like I’m already in danger of asphyxiation with this shirt collar.” 

“If I have to wear this dress, you have to wear that tie,” she says, eyeing the piece of silk in his lap. “Besides, it was your idea.” She receives nothing but a pitiful expression in response. “Fine,” she gives in. “But you’re helping me out of this damn thing when we get back home.” She rolls her eyes when she sees the smug smile on his face. “Not like that! This dress is tight as hell and I’m going to need help taking it off.”

“Oh, so no sex?” Shawn smirks at her. She smiles and shakes her head as she puts on the blinker and turns onto a smaller road. 

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he’s totally not blushing

i’m all too invested in this au tbh

i think there’s a flaw in my code

i write to deal with my own experience of mental illness and!!! this happened!!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mental illness!!!!! description of panic attack situation, and possibly psychosis? also mention of delusions.

keep yourself safe, always always <3

(read it on AO3)

today, it’s tuesday, and his mind is loud.

he hasn’t slept yet, because it’s choking. it is stifling - the fear. the panic. bubbling thick and clinging in the marrow of his bones, like an infection. 

he’s pressed flat to the bed with the weight of it aching on his ribs.

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steadily emerging with grace
a 6k clizzy sirens au

“Wait, what does that even mean? To be a siren?” Clary asks.

“You have divinity in your veins,” Isabelle says.

anonymous asked:

Why do you keep ignoring my asks about Eleanor? I've sent you like three. I wasn't rude I just want to know what you think. You haven't changed your mind have you?

Dude. If I’m not answering your (multiple) asks, it’s because I don’t want to talk about what ever you’re asking. This is the only thing i’m going to post about it because quite honestly, I have no interest in any aspect of the conversation.

I don’t care about Eleanor, I don’t care about her returning i don’t care about social media likes, i don’t care if Louis posts a picture with her dog. I don’t care. It’s fake. It’s not real. They KNOW it doesn’t look real! I don’t believe they are trying to make it look real. 

Talking about it, dissecting it, pulling up old shit to compare it to prove they’re doing it deliberately…it’s all what they want us to do, everyone is making their jobs so fucking easy. It’s like we’re puppets, they make a move to make us react a certain way and it fucking works like a charm. And I’m just not doing it.

And beyond that I literally just could not fucking care less, hearing people talk about her all day is going to give me an aneurysm, people are going “lool i don’t care” and then are writing 50 posts about her like.. fuck. 

Space Traveler AU

An AU where Emma is a time traveler with the mission of finding out if the prophecy of earth’s destruction is true

When she arrives at earth, she lands in a small town governed by a beautiful mayor.

The two do not get along. Regina suspects her because of her strange behavior and all the mysteries she carries

So they fight…

And fall madly in love…

And fight a little more…

And they suffer, because Emma’s mission will torn them apart

So they decide to go together…

They cross kingdoms…

Bend the space…

Jump in time

They get hurt

They become stronger…

They get lost

They meet again…

They find a family in the middle of chãos

They save each other

They change the course of history

They make their own story

They create and battle their happy ending

Over…

And over

And Again…

NT: Just an incentive for fanfic writers. Please take this idea and create something beautiful. Change what you want, this is just an incentive. This is just an idea of a swan queen space traveler

NT2: The gifs are not mine, I found them through google

Seven Minutes in Hell

believe it or not, this was actually conceived as a joke over this post. THen it kind of became it’s own thing. I’ve never written an actual makeout scene before, so enjoy I guess?? I’ll be spending the next few hours in the corner rethinking my decisions. Total word count is a little over 4k, so most is under the readmore.



“This is very flattering, really. But I can not honestly say whether or not I could agree. Until recently, I wasn’t even aware you were all romantically involved with each other. I don’t intend to be ignorant, but I am in this subject, and frankly it’s a little overwhelming.”

Aaron could remember when he sent that message, over a chat messenger at the very unexpected 3am proposition to join the closed polyamorous relationship between Hercules, Laurens, Alexander, and Lafayette. There had been a good ten minute stretch of silence, of Aaron staring at the ‘writing a message’ ellipses icon across the four other usernames.

Aaron had waited. Laurens responded first with a winking emoticon, which really should have been the first clue. Alexander responded with a panicked admission that he hadn’t really meant to send that. Hercules followed immediately with an assurance that, though accidental, the request had been serious. Lafayette responded with the suggestion that if being overwhelmed and ignorant was the problem, both could be fixed and they’d be glad spending as much time as it takes to do so.

Yes, Aaron remembered sending that message. He was grateful for it, really. But sometimes, just sometimes, he regretted it. Because those four? Aaron would never be rid of them.

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Trouble (m) pt.3

Here’s the smutty pt.3!!!! I’m not sure if I’m any good at writing smut graphically yet, but I guess it’ll just take some practice (also it’s been a while since I’ve read a smut myself so pls don’t h8 me for this :(( )

Warnings: SMUUUTTTTTTT :’) 

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3 

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