not in the sense that he was doing anything wrong

GNU Terry Pratchett

Not all the signals were messages. Some were instructions to towers. Some, as you operated the levers to follow the distant signal, made things happen in your own tower. Princess knew all about this. A lot of what traveled on the Grand Trunk was called the Overhead. It was instructions to towers, reports, messages about messages, even chatter between operators, although this was strictly forbidden these days. It was all in code. It was very rare you got Plain in the Overhead. But now:

“There it goes again,” she said. “It must be wrong. It’s got no origin code and no address. It’s Overhead, but it’s in Plain.”

On the other side of the tower, sitting in a seat facing the opposite direction, because he was operating the up-line, was Roger, who was seventeen and already working for his tower-master certificate.

His hand didn’t stop moving as he said: “What did it say?”

“There was a GNU, and I know that’s a code, and then just a name. It was John Dearheart. Was it a-”

“You sent it on?” said Grandad. Grandad had been hunched in the corner, repairing a shutter box in this cramped shed halfway up the tower. Grandad was the tower-master and had been everywhere and knew everything. Everyone called him Grandad. He was twenty-six. He was always doing something in the tower when she was working the line, even though there was always a boy in the other chair. She didn’t work out why until later.

“Yes, because it was a G code,” said Princess.

“Then you did right. Don’t worry about it.”

“Yes, but I’ve sent that name before. Several times, Up-line and down-line. Just a name, no message or anything!”

She had a sense that something was wrong, but she went on: “I know a U at the end means it has to be turned around at the end of the line, and an N means Not Logged.” This was showing off, but she’d spent hours reading the cypher book. “So it’s just a name, going up and down all the time! Where’s the sense in that?”

Something was really wrong. Roger was still working his line, but he was staring ahead with a thunderous expression.

Then Grandad said: “Very clever, Princess. You’re dead right.”

“Hah!” said Roger.

“I’m sorry if I did something wrong,” said the girl meekly. “I just thought it was strange. Who’s John Dearheart?”

“He… fell off a tower,” said Grandad.

“Hah!” said Roger, working his shutters as if he suddenly hated them.

“He’s dead?” said Princess.

“Well, some people say–” Roger began.

“Roger!” snapped Grandad. It sounded like a warning,

“I know about Sending Home,” said Princess. “And I know the souls of dead linesmen stay on the Trunk.”

“Who told you that?” said Grandad.

Princess was bright enough to know that someone would get into trouble if she was too specific.

“Oh, I just heard it,” she said airily. “Somewhere.”

“Someone was trying to scare you,” said Grandad, looking at Roger’s reddening ears.

It hadn’t sounded scary to Princess. If you had to be dead, it seemed a lot better to spend your time flying between the towers than lying underground. But she was bright enough, too, to know when to drop a subject.

It was Grandad who spoke next, after a long pause broken only by the squeaking of the new shutter bars. When he did speak, it was as if something was on his mind.

“We keep the name moving in the Overhead,” he said, and it seemed to Princess that the wind in the shutter arrays above her blew more forlornly, and the everlasting clicking of the shutters grew more urgent. “He’d never have wanted to go home. He was a real linesman. His name is in the code, in the wind, in the rigging, and the shutters. Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘Man’s not dead while his name is still spoken’?”

-on the meaning of GNU, and keeping someone’s memory alive.

~Going Postal, By Terry Pratchett

Comfortable

Summary: You buy some new lingerie as a surprise for Bucky, but he doesn’t react the way you thought he would. 

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1592

Warnings: alludes to sex. fluff!

A/N: This is far better written than my last fic, if I do say so myself. Which I do. This fic was inspired by Troy Barnes, in an episode of Community. 

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Honestly, Erik is everything I think Rian wanted Kylo to be.

Erik is mysterious, dark and brooding. These are obviously traits that Rian wanted Kylo to have. The only issue is that Rian forgets to explain why Kylo is the way he is. That’s the thing about villains. You still have to explain why they are evil and why they are doing what they’re doing. Since we know Erik’s background and family history, his motivation makes sense. He’s doing the wrong thing but we can see why he thinks he’s doing the right thing.

We don’t understand why Kylo is the way he is. People say that he was abused but we have never seen or read anything that supports this. There has been no indicator that Leia and Han ignored Kylo. The only thing we do know that is his uncle was considering him killing him. That’s it. Instead of coming off as misguided, he comes off as a brat.

Erik is a good example at making a villain sympathetic while Kylo is a great example at how not to write a villain.

A Mute Richie // Richie Tozier Imagine

MASTERLIST

“Where’s Richie?” you ask as the loser’s club all sits by the Quarry waiting for him.

“I don’t know. Probably just late” Eddie answers.

“Well..while he’s not here. Can I ask you guys something?” you stand in front of the loser’s club. They nod their heads,

“Do you know why Richie doesn’t like me?” the rest of them give you a look of confusion,

“W-what makes you think that?” Bill asks.

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From Caleb’s original breakdown, the way he talked about his training under Ikithon, he seemed to believe he was working for the greater good to some degree. That everyone he killed or tortured (or was being trained to kill and torture) deserved it, or that it would help the Empire as a whole.

But this Scourger didn’t give a shit. She says “good men die,” dismissively. She says her actions will actually have an effect on things, at least. She says her heart was beaten out of her a long time ago.

Evidently, Caleb had NOT hit rock bottom when he “broke.” And what does it say about what Trent does to these kids that murdering their parents is not as low as they sink? That even after THAT he finds things to strip from them? It starts with, “these people require death for doing something to harm the Empire, your home and your people,” to “do anything for the Empire, for your home and your people,” and then to, “help me control the Empire, your home (but not all of them are your people, anymore).”

Trent Ikithon grinds them down slowly. Subverts their morals again and again and again until there’s nothing left of them, not even a twisted sense of doing what’s right. The only reason Caleb had some sense of right and wrong to cling to after it all is because Ikithon didn’t get the chance to finish grinding him down.

Marvin’s so confused cause he can like SENSE that Jameson is magical too like Marvin keeps having mystical dreams about him and when they’re close sometimes Marvin just starts to s h a k e from the aura he gives off but the kid doesn’t seem to do anything abnormal and magical items don’t react to his presence and Marvin’s like what the fuck

so he’s like “hey I want to try to teach you magic!” and Jamie’s like “:D cool okay” and they try some spells and stuff but nothing happens, even with the simple ones, so ?? what gives?? Marvin’s like “I guess I was wrong? maybe it’s just residual Anti power or something? oh well that’s okay”

And then like months later there’s an emergency and Marvin can’t handle it alone. We’re talking Jackie on the ground, bleeding out, and spells aren’t healing it. Anti’s close and getting closer. They don’t know where Henrik and Chase are. and Marvin’s like fucking losing it, holding Jackie in one arm and just grabbing onto JJ with the other, cause he’ll be damned if he lets anything happen to him too, but then JJ’s like “Marvy, it’s okay, chill, I got this”

Time fucking freezes

Which is like holy shit this is the highest level magic, okay, Marvin’s NEVER met anyone who could even come close to pulling this off, and he looks over and JJ’s eyes are just goddamn glowing and then holy shit not only does he stop time but he changes it -

The blood flowing out of Jackie’s heart retreats into his chest and the wound spits out a bullet and reseals, and Anti vanishes back into wherever in the fresh hell he came from, and Jamie notices a lil cut on the side of Marvin’s head so he just scoots up and kisses it and then everything’s good and they’re all okay.

and Marvin’s like “WHAT - and i cannot stress this enough - THE MOTHERFUCK”

So Jamie’s just like unbelievably powerful but for some reason he only ever caught on to time travel and he’s positively useless at anything else.

Marvin’s like “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU COULD DO MAGIC” and J’s like “OH IS THAT WHAT MAGIC IS I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY FANCY SPELLS AND STUFF LOL” and Jackie’s like “WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE I THOUGHT I GOT FUCKING SHOT” and Marvin’s like “YOU DID BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE IQ OF A CORN COB” and then him and Marv just. screech for a few minutes while JJ goes to get a snack cause the time magic takes a lot of the little guy, you know how it is, do you think Pizza Hut delivers to this abandoned warehouse?

Virgil’s the type to hold your head against his shoulder while you’re crying and say nothing.

Virgil’s the type to double check the locks on all the doors while you’re sleeping even though he said that he didn’t care.

Virgil’s the type to punch a hole in the wall without ever changing his expression and never tell you who fixed it later.

Virgil’s the type to tease you relentlessly but then punish anyone that does the same to you.

Virgil’s the type to feel uncomfortable when he’s being held because the one holding him is more vulnerable this way.

Virgil’s the type to hug you from behind and then beg you not to do that.

Virgil’s the type to bully you into behaving.

Virgil’s the type to put up walls high and thick and help you to do the same.

Virgil’s the type to never want to sugar coat anything but does it anyways so you will feel better.

Virgil’s the type to slap some sense into you, but often goes three steps too far with it.

Virgil’s the type to protect. Sometimes in the wrong way. Never much the type to be protected.

hastur is autistic and here’s why

i know, the fandom loves making fun of the duke of hell for his always-on-edge attitude, and so do i! he’s been one of my favorite characters ever since i read the book, and the show just intensified my love for him. he’s one of the few lesser loved characters in this fandom which makes me sad, but i love him and i absolutely adore the way he was portrayed in the show by the actor ned dennehy.

recently i came upon one post by tumblr user @meltingpenguins and the idea just kinda struck me - what if he’s autistic? and that concept totally makes sense in a few ways. so, since i also happen to be autistic and i relate to the character a lot i’m going to explain it in this post! :)

and yes, i know this post is probably gonna anger a few people. because oh, autistic people aren’t allowed to be evil in media! they’re all sweet uwu sugar buns that can’t do anything wrong! i believe it’s all bullshit. let us do what we want to do and have the headcanons we want to have. anyway, let’s go!

the most common trait of autism we can see in hastur is social awkwardness. he’s also known to be extremely difficult to talk to, since he takes things literally and generally has a hard time understanding how to respond in interactions with other people. take a look at one of the scenes in hell in episode four where him and his partner ligur discuss crowley before hastur heads off to the fields of megiddo to meet the false antichrist. it takes time for hastur to understand what ligur means, as he always takes things literally (as shown in the screencaps below).

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he stated himself he has a hard time understanding jokes too.

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and he blurts seemingly random things out sometimes… take this moment from the previously mentioned scene for example.

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or the avocado “joke”

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his infamous “hastur la vista”

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in the same scene we can also see him biting his finger really hard - i assume it’s one of his stims since the demon seems extremely overwhelmed and nervous in that scene.

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hastur’s also not a big fan of loud noises. in episode one during the scene where he dissolves the chattering order we can see him shudder because of the cracking caused by the lightning he summoned himself.

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he also has a hard time controlling his voice’s volume, hence the occasional yelling and moaning coming from him in different scenes.

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so, here we go. thanks for coming to my ted talk about why the character i relate the most in the show is autistic. feel free to add more if you have anything else :) ciao!!

p.s. i apologize if the post didn’t come out as good as everyone thought it would be. i have a very hard time composing my thoughts into a post, especially if it’s in english. i’m sorry if there’s an error or a typo somewhere that i didn’t spot. :c

Undo it - BTS SM AU - Part 38

UNDO IT - BTS Social media au (38/ ??)
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Word count : 976
Genre : Fluff, Smut.
Pairing : Jungkook x reader   


May 27, 2018
5:43 AM

You stirred slightly and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to figure out what was going on around you. A soft groan left your lips once you realized what was going on: Jungkook’s lips were attached to your neck at whatever ungodly hour of the morning it was and he was alternating between sucking and biting gently.

“Mmm, Ggukie, what time is it?” he licked over what would most likely develop into a hickey soon before pressing a kiss to your jaw as you turned into his arms.

“Almost 6 am, I think.” he whispered, and continued to pepper your face with kisses.

“Is there anything you want, then? We still have like two hours of sleep left.” you suppressed a yawn and peeked at him for a second before closing your eyes again. You missed him lick his lips as he looked down at your peaceful expression.

“I kinda wanted to ask you something…” he started, continuing with the kisses until you opened your eyes again, which was when he stopped to look into your eyes. You squinted and looked at him.

“Did you wake me up at ass o’clock to ask me to blow you?” he muffled a laugh by dropping his face into the crook of your neck and you started running your fingers through his hair.

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anonymous asked:

jesus christ please do nsfw 5 with shouto-

fuck you, ive been horny for shouto and that line is one of my faves. THE SLEEPOVER IS NOT OPEN, BUT IM DOING THIS BECAUSE SHOUTO AND THE GAME TOO HOT IS TOO FUCKING DELICIOUS NOT TO WRITE:

todoroki shouto x fem!reader

“The game is, either of us is only allowed to touch the other with their mouth.” 

warning: if I wasnt fucking sick with whatever I have I would be drooling with what could come from this. 16+??? not really smut but heavy HEAVY implications

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There was no reason for this game to be played.

Well, there was a reason, but you would never admit it.

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I will never get over just how messed up the situation with Ron’s dress robes was because there was literally so many solutions to the problem.

First off, Molly is a witch, who studied transfiguration in school for years. She’s also an established seamstress.   So why not use transfiguration to fix up his robes, why not use her sewing skills to get rid off some of the lace and designs and extra stuff and make it something a teenage boy would want to wear?  Hell, She even mentions that Arthur has dress robes, why not let Ron borrow those since Arthur is described as tall and lanky like Ron and I’m sure he would fit them, and if he couldn’t they could shrink them instead of going out and spending money on terrible Robes that I know for a fact that Molly knew Ron wouldn’t like.

Why would she send her son out to  a formal ball, where foreign wizards and diplomats and important Ministry Officials would be attending, looking like a hot mess. Why would she do that to him? That is the equivalent of my mom sending me to prom in a sack.  Which she didn’t. My mom worked around the budget to get me a new dress and shoes, which is why I’m on Molly so hard for this because there is no excuse. She has magic. You do not intentionally send your child out to an important event like that looking like crap, especially if you have the means to fix it.

And what makes it even worse is that apparently none of the other Weasley kids went to the ball looking like something straight out of the 1800’s because you best believe Ron would have complained about it. We even hear about them from Harry during the ball and he doesn’t say anything about their robes being as bad as Ron’s so we can assume they had perfectly acceptable robes. There are some very unfortunate implications behind that.

And that comment on him going to the ball naked, and how it would be a good laugh was way beyond what is okay for a parent to say in that situation. It completely devalues Ron’s legitimate feelings of looking like a joke and feeds into his insecurities.

It makes no sense. I can’t think of any logical reason why Molly would do something so wrong.

Because at the end of the day Molly made a conscious decision to go out and buy those robes for Ron. At the same time, she buys Harry robes that she knows he would like, and that she put a lot of thought into getting apparently because she comments on how she got them, so they would match his eyes, while simultaneously sending her son out with horrendously ugly robes with no thought put into the embarrassment Ron would feel or about the environment she was sending him out to because she knew  exactly what he would be need those robes for and yet she didn’t stop to think ‘ well maybe since this is such a big event I could make them look presentable’. Molly didn’t even try for Ron.

I think  a lot of times Molly did the best she could in her financial  situation and I know she loves her kids, but the way she treats Ron sometimes makes me side-eye her pretty hard because it brings up some very uncomfortable implications that I don’t like.

The Arcana main six: MC flinching around them ~ 💬

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ahh dont worry lovely it’s alright, you are so sweet!! hope you like it~


Asra -

  • first he would take more of a methodical approach, wanting to find out what made you tick, so that he could prevent it any way he can
  • asra knows that you prefer to be seen as perfectly fine and that you didn’t want to look like that around him, so he wouldn’t exactly confront you to gently coax you into telling him what’s wrong
  • but his heart would break when he’d suddenly go in for a hug to see you slightly flinching away, he’d make sure to always ask before doing anything sudden like that again
  • he makes you some of kind of herbal calming tea to help you ease into a sociable daily life
  • he’d be able to sense your uncomfortableness from a mile away, so count on him to always be by your side in a second if you needed him

Julian -

  • he would have a hard time seeing you so vulnerable in the worst way possible, wanting your comfort and happiness above all
  • he might hover a little more than necessary when something particularly bad happened to set you off, but he means well
  • though it gets kind of funny sometimes, seeing him walking on eggshells trying to avoid asking you about it but is so clearly distressed just doing his daily activities 
  • he will wait patiently for you to come to him and tell him what could possibly trigger it
  • he’ll comfort you to the best of his abilities, but he knows you are brave enough to overcome anything and everything over time

Nadia -

  • honestly if you did it around her without letting her know or mentioning it beforehand, she might get a little offended 
  • because she’d think that she is always doing her best to make sure you are comfortable and safe around her and in the palace as well, she’d really take it to heart 
  • but she will of course set her pride aside and look at the big picture, wanting so much to understand why certain things make you flinch
  • don’t be surprised if she goes as far as removing all sorts of loud instruments from Vesuvian ceremonies and festivals, just to ensure that you’ll be alright
  • if you assured her that you’d be fine with her by your side, she’d sigh out a breath of relief, and be warned that she will not leave your side the entire time

Muriel -

  • out of all, he would understand this the most, and would want to help you by saying or doing whatever he wished someone else would tell him when he was going through his toughest times
  • he’s always gentle with you in any case, always asking for permission for even the simplest things like holding your hand while you walked together 
  • but he knows he can’t exactly do anything about the loud sudden noises
  • so he’d always hold you close to him, ignoring the fluttering of his heart at the close proximity and only focusing on calming you with his presence 
  • he would tell you that it was hard enough for him to get back into normal life and being around others, but that you helped him get through it, so he will be there for you every step of the way

Portia -

  • no matter how much of a big tease she is, she knows when something is serious 
  • she starts paying more attention to your subtle movements and that’s when she’ll pick up on the triggers, then ask you about it
  • her usual way of comforting you is by cracking up jokes and making you laugh, so every time you hear a loud noise she’d be like “oops, my bad, i have a stomach ache” or “when did pepi learn to speak?’
  • she holds your hand tightly in hers and squeezes a little when she senses your discomfort, bringing it up to her lips and pressing light kisses on your knuckles 
  • of course she knows when she’s being overbearing but you’re one of the most important people to her, so she’ll do whatever it takes to help you overcome it

Lucio -

  • if it doesn’t happen often, he’d think that you were just teasing him
  • but he’ll realize in a panic that you’ve been constantly flinching away every time he tries to hug you with his metal arm or when he tries lifting you off your feet
  • he’d retreat even further into himself, not wanting to be around you for a while in fear of scaring you off or hurting you, so he’d need your assurance if you were to be comfortable around each other again
  • if he sees that it’s out of his hand, he’ll get asra’s assistance, much to both of their dismay
  • but despite his aloofness, he’d always check in and make sure you’re okay during public gatherings, maybe even taking off the sharp parts of his metal arm permanently 
In the eye of the beholder

For @bixgirl1 @l0vegl0wsinthedark @xx-thedarklord-xx @keyflight790 @breathofmine and all of my loves who have had to deal with shitty anons lately. This one’s for you. Also thanks to Keyflight for being my lovely beta as always. 


Harassment was nothing new for Draco. Ever since the end of the war he had been dealing with assholes spitting on him on the street, calling him names or otherwise suggesting he didn’t deserve his life, his freedom, his family, Harry. Especially Harry. He tried to ignore it as much as he could, but there was something about the vitriol that always ate at him more than it should. He didn’t want to let on to Harry how frequent the attacks were. It was easier to just ignore them. He knew how protective Harry was, and he loved that about him; he was a Gryffindor to a fault, and it often got him into trouble. Draco refused to add to that burden. Wiping his eyes clear, he pulled himself out of the guest bathroom and plastered on a smile.

Harry eyed him, and Draco could sense the moment Harry realized something was off. Without saying anything, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, kissing his neck. “Knut for your thoughts?” Harry said.

Draco smiled. “What shall we do for dinner?” Draco asked, in an effort to change the subject. He wasn’t particularly hungry but it seemed a safer topic.

“Nothing until you tell me what’s wrong,” Harry prodded.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Draco lied. He wasn’t sure when he’d become such a bad liar, or perhaps it was just that Harry knew him that well, but either way, Harry wasn’t buying it. Arms folded across his chest, Harry gave him a serious look. Draco sighed, “Darling, it’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Really? Because you don’t look fine, in fact you look as though you’ve been crying, believe me, the image has been burned in my memory since sixth year, that and…” Harry trailed off, his eyes trailing to Draco’s chest. Draco sighed.

“I don’t need you worrying about me,” Draco assured him.

“Well isn’t that nice for you, but I’m your boyfriend, and I love you so I’m always going to worry about you so spill it.”

Draco sighed, he could fight a lot of things, but Harry Potter was not one of them, not anymore. “Just an arsehole at the Leaky that’s all,” he said.

Harry frowned, “Draco why won’t you quit? It’s not as if you need to work, we have more than enough money between us.”

“I like working. I like being able to make an honest living, for a change, and you can afford not to work Harry but I can’t. The Malfoy money was seized and this is all I have now. And I know you’ll take care of me. Believe me, I’ve had enough people suggest you’re my sugar daddy, or that I’m with you for the money or any number of things,” Draco said. Harry looked visibly perturbed and Draco was certain he saw a vein twitch in the side of Harry’s head.

“Who was it?” Harry asked.

“No, it doesn’t matter who it was babe, the point…”

“WHO?” Harry demanded, using that strict Auror voice that brooked no argument. Draco was reticent to argue with that particular voice.

“Cormac,” he said quietly.

“McClaggen? That son of a bitch!” Harry growled.

“Just leave it, love,” Draco said grabbing Harry’s hand.

“Not bloody likely!” Harry said. “I’m going to deal with him once and for all,” and before Draco could protest, Harry had disapparated with a loud crack. Draco groaned, this would not be good, he thought.

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Cormac McClaggen was sitting with a group of his friends, laughing and drinking a pint when Harry apparated into the Leaky Cauldron looking like fury, an Auror on a mission. Cormac looked up at Harry’s approach.

“Oi, Potter, long time no…” the words had barely escaped his mouth when Harry decked him square in the jaw. Cormac crumpled to the ground at Harry’s feet, unconscious.

“Don’t ever talk about my boyfriend again!” Harry growled, Disapparating away before Cormac’s friend’s could lunge for him.

Draco was pacing their flat when Harry returned. “Please tell me you didn’t do anything Gryffindor and stupid,” Draco begged. Harry smiled at his boyfriend, his beautiful, wonderful boyfriend who had made him the happiest he had ever been over the last few years. Crossing the space between them, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist and pressed their lips together in a firm, breathtaking kiss.

“I love you Draco Malfoy,” Harry said. “Don’t ever forget that. No matter what any random arsehole says on the street.”

Draco nodded, as Harry held him tight, kissing down his throat. Draco whined, arching into Harry’s embrace, into his lips. With a wave of his hands, Draco’s clothes vanished, Harry placed feather-light kisses down his chest, across the scars he had left there.

“God’s your beautiful,” Harry whispered against his skin. “So perfect and so mine.”

Draco whined, “Harry.”

Harry smiled, and kissed across Draco’s belly, towards his left arm and his Dark Mark. Draco cringed as Harry held his arm and pressed his lips to the scarred mark. “You are absolutely perfect my love. Don’t you ever forget that.” Draco felt tears trickle down his cheeks, as Harry held him tight, kissing every inch of his body, lavishing him with sweet words, and tender kisses.

BTS Reaction - Idol!Partner Not Eating

WARNING - May be triggering for those with ed’s.  This post will be tagged.

Be sure to eat well and eat lots!


Jin -  He would be a little apprehensive at the news you hadn’t been eating. Although he wouldn’t believe it at first, he’d become upset when he saw you push away his homemade jjajangmyeon. He’d immediately begin comforting, and reassuring you that no one’s opinion of your body mattered.  If that didn’t work, he’d for sure be the one to try and bargain with you.

“I’ll just kiss you until you eat!”

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Yoongi -  In the recent Bangtan profiles for festa, he said some pretty worrying things about diets himself.  So I feel like out of all the boys, he’d be the most sympathetic towards you (Jimin, also) and try and hear what caused you to develop this habit.  In the end, he’d try and get through to you with sincere thoughts and always made sure you eat around him.

“I won’t eat until you do.”

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Hoseok - The poor thing, he’d become extremely worried.  As he watched you nibble at a small bowl of rice before pushing it away.  He’d immediately start badgering you with questions.  “What’s wrong?” “Did it taste bad?” “Are they undercooked?”  After a moment of silence he’d immediately understand, and then get super overprotective.  He’d start lecturing you, probably (but in a caring way).

“There’s not a thing about you I’d want to change, baby.”

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Namjoon - Namjoon would be a little more forceful in his techniques, I think.  He’d be very upset to hear you haven’t been eating and would be quick to get angry when he sees it for himself.  He’d question your endlessly on why you weren’t, and I don’t think any answer would really make sense to him, but don’t get me wrong.  He acts out because he’s scared he’d lose you.

“Why do you have to go and worry me like this?”

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Jimin - Ah, the poor baby.  He’d be incredibly worried, and would probably drop anything and everything he was doing to make sure you were eating at least three meals, as he himself has been on harsh diets before. He’d honestly spoil you a little; buying you any treat he thought you’d like, cooking for you anytime he could.  you’d always be on his mind and rarely leave his sight.

“You know you should eat at least x calories?  In fact, I’m cooking a four-course meal right now.”

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Taehyung -  instant worry, instant fear.  His mind would automatically go to the worst scenario possible, that being starving to death.  He’d immediately become so overprotective and overbearing, it’s a little nauseating to think about.  He’d always text you to make sure you’ve eaten and text your group members as well.  He’d be one of the ones to take it to the next level, but in his mind, it is 100% necessary.

“I don’t want to lose my baby.”

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Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook -  Out of all of them, I think you’d stress him out the most; yet unlike Taehyung or Namjoon, he’d approach it a little differently.  He’d slowly start piling more and more onto your plate, just enough to sneak past you without you knowing.  And when you weren’t around, he’d always remind you to eat (maybe coming off a little mean, i.e. refusing to talk to you, not hugging you, etc,” but to him, it’s working.

“What? No, that’s the same amount you had yesterday, baby.”

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Originally posted by nnochu

Loving the implication that Martin has been avoiding listening to the tapes. He and Jon have such drastically different coping mechanisms. The image of Jon, locking himself in a room and listening frantically to the tapes over and over again in the depths of his despair, vs Martin trying not to feel anything at all and find a sense of normalcy is so perfect. And neither of them are  responding in a way that’s perfectly right or wrong.

I’m so happy that Jon is finally having his feelings freely. Worried slightly for Martin. He’s so fixed on action, I can imagine him breaking down when he finally hits a wall.

Roses ⚘

(part I) Summary:  Where Bucky Barnes hates you and you hate him or where Bucky Barnes only has eyes for you but you have eyes for someone else

Warnings: none I think, this is long tho ya’ll RIP.

Authors note: My third imagine you guys for the support! And thank you to my new followers for following me! Also this is divided into two parts: it starts out with your POV and then switches to Bucky’s


The kitchen is packed when you walk in. Steve had asked for the team to meet briefly, along with a few other lab techs and agents. You were one of those agents. You were recruited about two years after the avengers were reestablished and  due to your aptitude in computers you hacked for Fury and due to your aptitude in hand to hand combat and weaponry you occasionally went on missions with the Avengers team.

You walk over to the counter where you find your usual cup of coffee waiting. You pick it up and take a long sip, eyes closing in content. Looking over at Natasha you raise your mug and give her a smile. Over the course of a year you and the Black Widow had become friends and now you were fairly close. Every morning you found a cup of coffee on the counter, made exactly how only you like it, half cream and one sugar. Natasha wasn’t openly affectionate but you knew it must be her, she showed affection in subtle ways.

Steve taps a spoon against his mug and the room quiets.“I just wanted to let you all know that we’ll be going over strategy at twelve today. So be there. Oh and meet in the training room, we’ll be usin’ the climbing rope for some exercises” You give a loud sigh, forgetting for a moment how quiet the room is. You hated those ropes.

“What, scared you’ll break a nail princess?” a deep voice says.

Your face contorts as a chorus of ooohs echoes across the room. You turn towards the bane of your existence.

Bucky Barnes.

“No” you snap “But you should be worried about breaking a hip, grandpa” muffled snickers wash over the room as you fix Bucky with your best death glare. But before he can retaliate Sam pipes up.

“Can we reschedule this WWE smack down for after I’ve eaten breakfast?” 

Laughter erupts and you roll your eyes before walking over to stand next to Natasha as the agents start to disperse. 

You despised James Barnes and he hated you in turn. When you first joined the team Bucky seemed shy towards you, but then again he was shyer in general back then. But one day he made a snippy remark towards you, and you being the person you are sassed him right back, and then a rivalry was born. You  know Bucky hates you because he thinks you’re a spoiled little princess who thinks she’s too good for everyone and anything. You didn’t know why he thought that.

Okay you kinda did. 

You were the type of person who is always put together, you enjoyed pampering yourself and  dressing in cute outfits and always have your nails and hair done. You hated the fact that Bucky stereotyped you like so many people had before and vowed to work harder to prove him wrong. Your sense of style had nothing to do with your fighting abilities.

“I see you and Barnes are still at odds.” Natasha murmurs giving you a smirk.

“When will we not be?” You snort

“Hmmm… I don’t know, you know heat can often be mistaken for hate” the redhead says looking down at your coffee mug.

“Please, as if I could ever be with someone who looks down on me just because I enjoy fashion.” You take a sip of your coffee and look over to where Bucky’s sitting with Steve. He really was handsome, with that soft dark hair,strong jaw, piercing eyes and his muscular frame. He even made that metal arm work somehow. He always made the research techs blush and giggle with his compliments and made the team laugh with his sly comments. It’s really such a shame he was such a condescending jerk. You never would admit it, but it bothered you that Bucky singled you out. It reminded you too much of the times you had been the target in high school. And it’s depressing to know that nothing’s changed.

“Excuse me ladies,” You look up, only to meet eyes with the love of your life.

Steele Coulter.

Steele was truly a genetic marvel. With thick auburn hair, a body that looked like its been carved by the gods and a face adorned with a square jaw, plush lips, long lashes and unreal light brown eyes, you were salivating whenever he walked into the room. Steele steps in between you and Natasha, and grabs a muffin from the counter behind you. He shoots you and Natasha toothy smile before heading out, probably to the labs. Thankfully you were a master at concealing your emotions so no one knew about your little crush. 

“You have a little drool on your chin”

Well except for Natasha.

“Shut up,” you say, thankful no ones around to hear her

“You know I don’t think you and Steele would be the best fit.” Tasha says fixing you with her stare.

“Why not? He’s Sweet. Smart.Funny. Hot.”You tick off his qualities on your fingers

“I don’t know, I just think you’d click better with someone else.” she shrugs

“Who?” you press.

“Someone,” Natasha  says giving you her secret smile. You roll your eyes.

“Okay when you find that someone please let me know”

“Who says I haven’t already have?”

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You lay on the grass panting, after Steve’s climbing ‘lesson’ which ended in a long outdoor run in the heat, you’re pretty sure you’re never gonna be able to use your arms ever again. Or the rest of your body for that matter. Sam, Steele and Wanda lay next to you, with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha reclining in front of you and a couple of other agents laying down a few feet away. Sweat drips into your eyes and you wipe it away, and what looks like half of your face comes off onto the back of your hand. This is what you get for trying to make an effort this morning and putting on a little eye makeup. Of course Bucky-eagle-eyes spots this immediately and has to comment on it.

“You really put on makeup to train?” He says

“Why can’t you mind your own business for once in your damn life?” you hiss, sitting up to glare at him.

“Okay that’s my cue to leave,” Sam says. sitting up.

 “You’re just in a hurry to go and try to woo ya lady friend” Steve snickers.

“Awww Sam you have a girlfriend?” You say looking over at him.

“Not exactly,” Sam scratches the back of his neck.

“He wishes!” Steve whoops “But that dame won’t give him the time of day”

“Shut up man” Sam groans standing.

“Don’t worry,she’s just playin’ hard to get.” Bucky says, and Wanda and Steele give encouraging nods.

“I hope so,” Sam chuckles. You smile up at Sam.

“If all else fails, give her flowers, girls can’t say no to flowers” You say. Natasha barely contains a snort.

“Hey!” You defend yourself “If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”

“I’ll take that into consideration, Simon Cowell” Sam bops you on the head. You give him a mock salute in return.

“Bye guys,” He calls over his shoulder as he walks away. 

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That night there’s a rose left in front of your door. You pick it up and place it in a vase in your room. Then you fall onto your bed and squeal into your pillow.Sitting up on your bed you stare at the flower you almost can’t believe someone’s taken an interest in you. Your mind races with the possibilities of who the flower giver could be. And then with the not so savory possibilities that it could be a mistake or a prank. You look at the rose’s velvety petals and sigh.

God you hope its from who you think its from.

All that week every morning you find a flower left in front of your door. Towards the end of the week you can barely contain your smiles. Friday morning rolls around and there’s no flower at your door. You hope this means that the flower giver is going to reveal themselves. Midday and then evening passes and still no flower giver. Disappointed you decide to go get carryout from your favorite restaurant to distract yourself. Walking down the corridor to your room you spy a figure pacing in front of your door. When they hear your footsteps, they freeze and look up. You look at them and then look at the massive bouquet of flowers in their hands.

You gasp. 

“No.Way.”


Bucky Barnes hates you.

He hates your smart mouth.

He hates how you roll your eyes at him.

He hates how you always smell good.

Okay, correction. Bucky Barnes hates how you make him feel.

He hates how your smile makes his stomach flip. He hates how your skin always looks so soft because it make him want to touch it. He hated how when you put your hand with its ridiculous stacks of rings and powder blue nails on his arm he could feel his knees growing weak. He hated how the first time he met you he was so distracted by how gorgeous your face was and how good you smelled he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

Bucky Barnes hates the fact that he’ll never be able you have you. 

 You’re too good, too sweet, too normal. He didn’t deserve someone like you. And besides a dame as beautiful as you wouldn’t want a freak with a metal arm. He’s resigned himself to this fact, but even still you make him weak. And he hates that most of all. So he snaps at you, undermines you, in hopes that if you would start to hate him he could hate you. But he could never hate you.

That’s why every morning he makes you a cup of coffee. Half of the cup is cream and one sugar, just like how you like it. Just so he could see your smile when you saw the mug on the counter and know that smile was because of him. 

“You know I think Y/N would be very interested in learning who’s actually making her coffee every morning” Natasha’s voice behind him makes him jump.

“Natasha. Please.” Bucky sets the mug on the counter and turns towards the redhead.

“Alright, alright” Natasha holds her hands up “Your slightly creepy secret is safe with me.” Bucky sighs and heads towards the fridge to grab some milk. Natasha’s voice follows him “Despite what you think, you’d be good for her Barnes. Even you don’t have your head so far up your ass that you can’t see that you’d be good to her.”

Bucky says nothing, and sits at a stool at the counter, making himself a bowl of oatmeal. Steve walks in, clapping Bucky on the shoulder, and then slowly the kitchen starts to fill. You walk in last, of course wearing one of your ridiculous outfits. Today it’s cutoff overalls a tight short floral top and a backwards baseball cap. Bucky hates your outfits. The make it impossible for him to concentrate. He also hates how that scientist Steele makes googly eyes at you. How most of the agents seems to. But Steele makes him bitter because he knows Steele’s everything that he’s not, and can give you everything that he can’t.

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Another thing Bucky hates? How you can look good with makeup smeared down your face. He can’t stop his eyes from following you as you get up to go get a late lunch with Wanda, Steele and Natasha.

A hand smacks the top of his head.

“What?” Bucky turns towards Steve.

“Make a move already you idiot.” The blonde says. 

“Shut up” Bucky groans running his hands through his hair. 

“You need to stop acting like a little boy on the playground, pulling her pigtails ‘cause you like ‘er” Steve snaps back. Bucky groans again. “And despite what you think you’re a good guy Buck. You deserve to be happy” Steve’s voice softens.

Bucky sighs,laying on his back. “I just-she just-” Bucky sighs again “I like her a lot Steve.”

Steve guffaws “You think I don’t know?”

“Ya don’t get it man-I like her almost too much,” Bucky mumbles. Steve rolls over and looks Bucky in the eyes.

“I get it. And I also get what you don’t get. How you need to make a move soon”

“Even if I was going to make a move it’s already too late.” Bucky says looking up at the sky “I-I’ve given her such a hard time I don’t think she would be interested.”

“It’s never too late. Just tell her how she makes you so nervous that you end up doing stupid things” Steve grins. “Works with the ladies every time”

“Man what do ya know about ladies?” Bucky laughs.

“Shut up.” Steve smacks Bucky “Just remember it’s never too late”

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“It’s never too late”

 Steve’s words echo in Bucky’s head when he heads back to his room that afternoon. And sitting on his bed, with this aching feeling of wanting clawing in his chest Bucky decides he’s going to take a chance.

He knows he can’t cold approach you and that you’d treat any compliments with suspicion. Suddenly your words echo in his head.

“If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”

So Bucky gets you flowers. That very night he goes out and gets a bouquet of roses and leaves one at your door that night. And then one the next morning.And the next and the next. The second day he notices how smiley you seem. The third day he hears you giggling with Natasha

“I can’t believe it Tasha, someone’s been leaving me flowers!”

It’s the fourth day and Bucky’s sweating. It’s Friday and he’s decided to tell you and try to ask you out. He spends three hours pumping himself up to actually do it and another hour trying to look presentable. He changes in and out of several shirts before wearing a black button down and jeans. And then he tries to tame his hair into submission. ‘Does it always look this greasy?’ Finally he picks up the massive bouquet of different flowers he bought ‘More flowers more of a chance she’ll say yes?’ and prepares to head out.

“FRIDAY?” Bucky calls out tentatively. He always felt damn strange speaking into open air.

“Yes Sergeant Barnes?” the program answers

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Ms.Y/N is currently heading up to her room from downstairs. Would you like me to contact her?”

“No, thank you FRIDAY” Bucky answers. He decides he’s going to meet you in the hall.

“You’re welcome Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky walks out of his room and he’s nervous it hits him like a wall and his palm starts to sweat. ‘I feel and look like a damn fool. I shouldn’t have gotten this invested in her.” Bucky thinks to himself. But for a moment he allows himself a future where you’ve said yes. Where you care for him even a little like the way he cares for you. And he wants that future.

Bucky hangs back in the corner before your hall for a little bit. Then he hears the click clack of your heeled shoes. He peeks around the corner. First he sees you-he always does. You look radiant, wearing a short long sleeved dress and those black heels he secretly loves on you. Then he notices the silhouette  standing in front of your door. The male silhouette. Steele’s silhouette. Bucky’s stomach drops. When he sees your face light up Bucky thinks that he would feel bitter. 

But he just feels sad.

‘I guess there is such a thing as too late’

He starts to slip away before you see him.As he turns around he hears your voice. It’s like a knife.

Your excited squeal. 

“No. Way.”


Part II -Coffee


tags: @stephie-senpai 

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This whole scene was extremely heartbreaking.
Like when he looks upon his reflection for the last time, not knowing what will happen when he comes out on the other side.
And his friends and family are desperately trying to call him, because they can sense that something is wrong.
Then they finally get there and try to break down the bathroom door to get to him.
And don’t even get me started on the organ playing in the background, the instrument most associated with death and funerals.
A part of Jim is basically going to die, and he’s scared to death.
But he does it anyway because he’s the self-sacrificial sweetheart that we all love.
As long as his loved ones are safe, he will do anything.
Even die.

anonymous asked:

I don't know whether it's funnier for All Might to be completely oblivious to Manic Hero Izuku terrifying everyone else (besides the kids) because his sense of 'danger' is completely thrown b/c of All For One being That Fucking Extra of a villain, or for him to be completely aware of how everyone else perceives Izuku and gets a bizarre form of entertainment from 'training'. aka 'Getting them used to feral energy at this age is a good idea, no way this can go wrong and traumatize them for life'

Either way, All Might isn’t going to do anything about it. He loves his kid.

anonymous asked:

What would happen when the Bad Boys saw Logan cry for the first time? How would the Disaster Trio do??

hoooh boy. i got a lot of Feelings about logan crying so here we go

  • the first time logan cries in front of the dark sides, there is a tangible build up to it. granted, deceit and remus don’t know that the breakdown is coming, but they can sense that something is wrong with their residential nerd given how odd he is behaving
  • they’re in the dark sides equivalent of a living room; deceit’s room makes conversation difficult due to all of the lies that is elicits and remus’s room can range from Peaceful Meadow to Ground Zero For Nuclear Explosion on the danger scale, so the trio tends to meet here
  • logan is… quieter than usual. not contributing to the conversation, not talking about the newest space news, not doing much of anything except standing there, stiff and rigid, like a rubber band pulled taut and ready to snap
  • deceit is concerned, but he chalks it up to the added stress that logan has been dealing with recently; thomas has undertaken a major project, and logan’s the one that has to figure out all of the scheduling for it, which is difficult provided that everybody keeps trying to make their ideas a priority
  • still, he figures it would be best to check in
  • deceit:  logan, you’ve been positively talking our ears off. we’re getting sick of your awful voice, so it would be absolutely terrible for you to tell us what’s going on 
  • remus: now that you mention it, our lovely little Ass-tronomer has been awfully quiet… what’s the matter? cat tear out your tongue? 
  • and it’s nothing more than their usual banter, but it’s more than enough to make logan crack. 
  • the sound he makes will stay with deceit for weeks. the choked off whimper, muffled whine against his palm. it’s small and weak and wounded, like an animal being snared in a trap. it is not a sound that should ever come from logan. and it only gets worse.
  • logan folds over himself then, pulls his arms to his chest in a defensive move that deceit recognizes from his own moments of weakness. he tries to speak, tries to lie. deceit can feel the intent oozing from him like a bleeding gash – can feel how badly logan wants to say that everything is fine. but when logan opens his mouth, the last thread of control snaps, and suddenly, he’s in tears.
  • deceit and remus freeze. they don’t know what’s happening. they don’t know what’s going on. they don’t know how to deal with their own breakdowns, much less the breakdown of someone as seemingly infallible as logan.
  • but deceit is self-preservation. he is protection when it is needed most. instinct kicks in, and without even meaning to, he’s pulling logan into his arms, shushing him and consoling him and running gloved hands down his back. 
  • remus is – he’s frantic. manic. hands pulling at his hair, responding to logan’s distress with a keening cry of his own. he’s a dog on a leash, pulling viciously against the chain. he doesn’t like this, doesn’t like this, wants to crush this into the ground with his fists. 
  • “what’s wrong with me?” logan chokes out. a question. a plea. “they never – they… what am i doing wrong?” 
  • “nothing,” deceit says, the truth punched out of him without warning “absolutely nothing.”
  • he locks eyes with remus from over logan’s shoulder. remus is seething, simmering, bursting at the seams. his red-ringed eyes spell out murder. he wants to destroy whoever caused this. he wants to beat them black and blue and red, red, red. 
  • and, in this moment, deceit might just let him.
Nightlights

Draco felt nervous, to say the least.

It’s been a few months since he and Harry had started dating, a relationship that grew from their reluctant- and slightly imposed from Harry’s end- friendship at the beginning of the school year.

Nonetheless, it happened, much to all of their friends’ surprise. But since then, the furthest each of them had gone was the other’s respective common room, never the dorm room.

Tonight, though, Harry offered for Draco to spend the night in his room instead of making the entire trip down to the dungeons and Draco, smitten with affection for his boyfriend, impulsively agreed.

But now that he was standing in his room, as the returning 8th years were granted the privilege of their own rooms but in their respective dorms, he was beginning to regret his rash choices. They had already gone over their personal night routines, bar the other ritualistic procedures and products Draco left behind in his own room, leaving Draco to borrow some of Harry’s clothes and stand awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

“You could join me, you know,” Harry said, slipping himself under the covers and looking at Draco expectantly. “We aren’t going to do anything tonight, if you don’t want to, so don’t look so freaked out.”

“I’m not ‘freaked out,’ Potter,” Draco huffed before slowly making his way to the other side of the bed that was left unoccupied. He joined Harry under the covers and spelled the bed curtains closed. “It’s just… nevermind.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry, ever the caring boyfriend, must have sensed Draco’s discomfort. He didn’t realize how sensitive Harry was to other people’s moods when he felt like it until he started dating him.

“Nothing,” Draco mumbled. “Just tired.”

“Alright,” Harry said, albeit rather reluctantly. Casting one last glance at Draco, grabbing his hand and brushing his thumb against it for comfort, he spelled the lights closed. Unfortunately, despite Draco’s best efforts, he tensed up, something that didn’t escape Harry’s notice.

“Okay, something is up,” Harry said, spelling the lights back on and looking at Draco with determination glinting in his eyes.

“It’s fine, Harry,” Draco insisted, but from the look on Harry’s face, he knew he wasn’t getting off as easily as he did earlier. “It- It’s stupid.”

“No it isn’t,” Harry said automatically.

“You don’t even know what it is,” Draco, despite himself, snorted. “What if I said something like ‘I can’t sleep without cursing make-shift voodoo dolls of my enemies?’”

“Well, is that what you were going to say?” Harry smirked lightly.

“Prat,” Draco rolled his eyes. “And no, it wasn’t, but that’s besides the point”

“Not really,” Harry shrugged, leaning against one of the pillows. “I mean, if it’s bothers you, then it matters. I do care if you aren’t comfortable, you know?”

Feeling thoroughly guilty, Draco reached over and placed an arm around Harry’s torso, who gratefully returned the gesture by wrapping his arms around Draco’s shoulders.

“I know you care, and I’m so thankful that you do,” Draco managed to get out softly. He truly did, it was just that he always had a hard time voicing his opinions. “I’m sca- ah, I have a strong aversion to the dark.”

There, he finally admitted it, bracing himself to be made fun of or at least be doubted. It wasn’t hard to see how someone his age, for all that he was and claimed to be when he was younger, might have seemed ridiculous to others. Some might even say it was ironic.

However, the aftereffects of the war were still quite strong on him, and he didn’t want to be reminded of the darkness that surrounded him in his loneliness, constantly making him look over his shoulder to see if someone was watching him in the shadows, ready to strike.

He’s had enough darkness in his lifetime already, and he couldn’t bear to handle any more.

“You- what?” Harry said, looking as if he was unsure he heard Draco properly.

“Merlin, Potter. I knew there was something wrong with your eyes, but I didn’t realize you had a hard time hearing as well,” Draco sniped meekly, not wanting to repeat himself.

Harry didn’t even roll his eyes, he just looked at Draco softly. “Don’t make this a big deal, please?” Draco pleaded finally, not appreciating the silence.

“Fine, but what do you normally do?” Harry’s eyes were gentle as they watched him for the slightest bit of reaction. “Do you need anything?”

“I normally, uh, spell soft lights to float around while I sleep,” Draco mumbled, overcome once again with embarrassment and looking down.

“You have nightlights,” Harry’s face as he grinned widely at Draco looked completely endeared. At least he didn’t look condescending or ready to make fun of him. “Let’s do that, then.”

“Really? You don’t mind?” Draco asked wearily, but Harry’s resolve remained firm and Draco had no other option than to spell the small, glowing orbs into place. Once they were there, he spelled the, into a gentle blue light, not to bright to make it hard to sleep.

“Okay?’‘ Draco asked, wanting to make sure they wouldn’t bother Harry as they slept.

“They’re beautiful,” Harry commented, watching them float around , completely entranced. “Are you good to sleep now?”

“Yes, thank you,” Draco sighed, sinking back into the pillows and into Harry’s chest, appreciating the warmth that enveloped him when Harry slung his leg over his own and put his arm protectively over Draco’s shoulders, entwining their fingers where they met.

And for the first time in a while, he fell asleep feeling safe.