pillow proof

I want to remember...

Summary: What if you wake up and can remember enough of what happened the night before to know that everything has changed, but still don’t know who made the first move? (just a little friends to lovers sexy times for your Saturday) AO3

She wakes up to the usual sounds of squealing brakes followed by impatient horn blasts, security gates rattling in their journey upwards, murmurs of cell phone calls and the occasional bark of a too small dog. The noises of the city around her never seem to change, even on a morning that feels like it should be different. She presses at the base of her neck to see if the skin there is raised, fingertips tracing the same pattern as his lips, his tongue, the coarse hairs of his chin. Scrunching her eyes ever more tightly closed, she tries to add clarity to images threatening to disappear as consciousness fights with the fog of drunken mistakes.

Was it a mistake the way his mouth felt against hers, the weight of his hands on her skin or the possessive feel of his fingers anchored in her hair. Did he not mean the words he breathed between her lips between soul deep kisses?

“Finally…I’ve always wanted…Emma…”

She knows the truth of hers.

“Me too…”

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A Bit of Tea with Your Madness: Part 2

Description: Alfred Pennyworth could say with certainty that he hadn’t been prepared to suddenly take on a child all those years ago. Now, with another child in the Manor, Alfred still isn’t prepared, but at least he has some experience. And this time he hopes to stop the madness early. Then Harleen Quinzel walked in, and that dream went to hell.

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“Take a deep breath, in through your nose, hold it for three seconds, and then exhale through your lips. Make sure to relax your muscles. Yep, just like that Bruce.”

   Dick wasn’t exactly sure what had brought on the sudden panic attack, but the very fact that Bruce was shaken at all was enough to unnerve the young Robin. Crouching down, so that he was eye level with Bruce, Dick copied the action, making sure that he didn’t get light headed.

   When Bruce finally stood, Dick made sure to keep an eye on him. He watched as Bruce staggered just a bit, before he regained his footing. Dick made sure to stay close enough that if the bigger man did go down, he could at least soften the blow.

   When Bruce headed straight back to the batmobile, instead of to the roof tops, Dick knew that the older man wasn’t going to tell him the whole story. Instead of bugging his adoptive father for details, he simply slid into the passenger seat, and pressed the autopilot. It would be up to Alfred now.

   Sure enough, the butler zoomed in on Bruce as soon as the man stumbled out of the batmobile. Dick took a seat in front of the bat computer, and watched as Alfred chastised Bruce. Dick loved this part. The older man was the only person on earth who could get away with telling Bruce what to do, or denying one of his whims.

   Even after a year with this little rag, tag family Dick still smiled any time Alfred lectured Bruce. Of course he didn’t like it nearly as much when it was himself on the other end. Although, he was certain that he’d seen Bruce smirk once or twice while it was happening. Like his mother had always said, things always come back around.

   “And you, Master Dick, are you hurt at all?”

   Dick snapped out of his thoughts to see Alfred snap on a pair of latex gloves. That was when he noticed the small wound on Bruce’s shoulder. It was relatively small, too small to be a bullet hole. Still the young boy couldn’t help but scowl, because he hadn’t noticed it. Never mind that the armor, cape and darkness would have made it virtually impossible, Bruce had been hurt, and he hadn’t noticed until a near panic attack has set in.

   “I didn’t notice either,” Bruce’s voice was calm, despite the fact that his breathing was still labored.

   Dick removed the mask covering his eyes, so that Bruce could see the skeptical look on his face, “You didn’t?”

   The small smile on Bruce’s face immediately set Dick on edge, “Not until the delusions started setting in.”

   Dick’s eyes went wide, “Fear toxin?”

   Bruce nodded, and Dick slid out of the chair to approach his adoptive father. He met Bruce’s gaze, and held it. He and Bruce had a lot in common, almost as much as they didn’t. But near the top of the list was their fear of the stupid fear toxin. It had a way of bringing back one’s worse memories, and for each cure they found, Scarecrow seemed to come up with a brand new one. To be quite frank, it sucked.

Acting quickly, Dick shed his gloves before he reached out and quickly took Bruce’s hand. At the slightly puzzled look, Dick just smiled and explained, “Skin contact from someone we care about and trust is supposed to help through panic attacks. I think the same applies to this.”

The small smile Bruce sent him, made Dick beam, “Yep, Doc Harley said so.”

Bruce’s hand tightened ever so slightly on Dick’s as the boy scooted onto the gurney beside him. Dick spent the next hour talking, doing his best to keep Bruce focused on anything but the delusions trying to seep in. Eventually, he fell fast asleep.

Bruce smiled down at the boy who was fast asleep. Dick’s head rested against his bicep, as he started to lightly snore, “Fast asleep at only three AM, my oh my, whatever shall we do?”

Bruce glanced over at the butler, the man who raised him, and who was in more ways than one, his father, “I know you don’t approve.”

“Oh nonsense master Bruce. It’s every parent’s dream to see their child dawn a costume and mask and fight the scum of the city. Much more interesting than weddings or grandchildren.”

It took everything Bruce had to not laugh at the sarcastic remark. Still, he had no doubt that Alfred caught the uptick of his lips, “Dick doesn’t count as a grandchild?”

“Maybe once you start acting like a father?”

Bruce winced at that shot, but he couldn’t necessarily rebuff it. He had made it a point to be around for Dick’s training every day. He made it a point to see him. But it was still … difficult. It was hard to let someone else in. Someone that could easily be killed. A chance made even greater by his allowing Dick to be Robin.

Which was why in the past several months, he had made sure to put some distance between them. Weekend only patrols for Dick. Late work nights for himself. He was sure Dick’s therapist would have something to say … if he had ever been the one to take him. Yet another reason Bruce stayed far away from the doctor’s office.

As the last of the fear toxin cleared from his bloodstream, Bruce stood up. His eyes briefly went to the needle sitting in the metal bin, before they moved back to Dick. The needle was tempting. Despite it’s small size it had somehow pierced his cape and armor to find a home in his skin. Not to mention there was still the conundrum of how the fear toxin had found it’s way onto the needle, since scarecrow was still in Arkham.

Then his eyes went to Dick, and memories of the delusion came back. Unlike every other time the serum hadn’t taken him back to his parent’s death. Instead, a new fear had come forward, one of his boy being killed.

He could feel Alfred’s eyes on him, waiting for him to make a decision. The wrong decision. Alfred was waiting for him to run. The idea of distance was tempting, more than he wanted to admit, but maybe it was time to run towards his fear.

Moving forward, he slipped his arms under the eight year old, and made his way towards the stairs. Smiling as Dick snuggled in towards his body warmth, he turned towards Alfred and simply said, “Goodnight Alfred. Make sure you get some sleep.”

   Alfred simply gave him a small smile and said, “Goodnight Master Bruce.”

   Bruce deposited Dick in his room, before shuffling to his own room. It would be a fair assessment that he was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Simple proof of how tired he actually was. Which was why, when the curtains in his room were thrown open at eight am, and the sun streamed in, he was more than a little annoyed.

   When Dick started yelling at him to get up, that she was here Bruce got even more annoyed. Still, he screwed his eyes shut and pulled the covers up over his head. Which is why, when that pillow hit him square on the head, he wasn’t prepared.

Immediately, his eyes flashed open, and the covers were thrown back to reveal a smirking Dick Grayson. He already had the pillow raised for another strike, and as he surged forward with a battle cry, Bruce grabbed the other spare pillow and met him head on.

They were so involved in their little fight, Bruce didn’t even realize they weren’t alone until suddenly the attack was coming from two sides. When Dick finally wrestled the pillow away from him, claiming victory, Bruce saw her for the first time.

She was dressed in jeans, and a button down shirt, appropriate for Gotham’s winter. Her glasses sat slightly askew on her nose, while her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. The pillow dangled from her hands, while a smirk dangled on her lips. That was when she stuck her hand out and simply said, “Dr. Harleen Quinzell, it’s nice to finally meet you Bruce.”

The Last Will and Testament of Alejandro Amadeo Charles Gonzales McClain

Lance is insanely dramatic when he’s sick. There’s nothing Keith can do but indulge him.

Rating: General Audiences

Notes: Lance has many names and no one can convince me otherwise.

{read here on ao3}

The sound of sniffles echoing through the room is a constant background noise by now. Normally it irritates the living hell out of Keith, but they’ve been happening so long that he’s managed to tune them out.

But that doesn’t stop his hunt for a fresh box of tissues.

Across the room, Lance whines. It’s high and needy, muffled by the blanket cocoon he’s in, but loud none the less. He kicks his feet against the bundle of fabric around them and sticks his face out just enough to pout at Keith.

“Hold on, I’m trying to find the other box,” Keith says, holding a hand up. It’s not where he thought it was, not on the table by the door where it usually sits. He’s gonna have to text Hunk to find out.

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Happy Birthday

- Here you go @sekailover I hope you like it, sorry it ends suddenly, I couldn’t think of how else to finish it.

- Requests are open!

You yawned in your place stretched out on the couch, how much longer would you have to wait? You knew your boyfriend was late but his schedule finished three hours ago, he promised to be here by now.

You were getting disappointed, did you really shut down the plans anyone else tried to make with you for this? To sit around waiting for three and a half hours for someone who never seemed to be coming? What happened to the relaxation of hanging out and watching a movie with your boyfriend? You sighed and picked up your phone, maybe he was just running late? Majorly late.

Are you still coming over?

Your text sent, ten minutes passed by, then another twenty, soon it had reached an hour and Sehun hadn’t answered nor knocked on your front door.

Is he really letting me waste the day away like this?

A knock on the door finally came and you sat up in a rush, making yourself dizzy. You raced over to the door and swung it open, ready to shout at your boyfriend who was running your patience as dry as the dried seaweed in your kitchen.

“Amber?” You were just as surprised to see your best friend as you would have been to see your boyfriend finally standing in front of your door with movies in his hand and a sorry grin. Instead, it was your best friend holding the newly released Alice in Wonderland in hand with her cheesy grin and snacks showcased to you.

“What? Am I interrupting your plans with Sehun? You know, I’m your best friend and I seem to be the only one who didn’t get told what you were doing with your special day” She helped herself into the house and you closed the door with a defeated sigh, this wasn’t unusual for her to do.

“I think he forgot about me” You muttered and Amber turned to you, DVD in hand ready to put in the DVD player as she blinked at you.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you” You huffed as you came in and sat on the couch, scooping up a packet of chocolate she had brought with the many other snacks.

“I said, I think he forgot about me” You growled in annoyance and Amber frowned at you.

“You mean you haven’t heard from him all day?”

“I even text him and he didn’t reply, his schedule finished hours ago” You sighed and Amber blinked.

“That little brat!” She snapped as she stood up and the movie began playing.

“He didn’t forget about you Y/N, he just forgot it’s your birthday today. Don’t worry, once we finish watching this movie I’ll go and give him an ear chewing” Amber lectured and you laughed.

“You’re an amazing best friend” You grinned cuddling up to her and she scoffed, llama face on show as she became confident.

“Of course I am. And you have too much loyalty to him, you wouldn’t wait that long for me, you would come and hunt me down if I kept you waiting” Amber snorted and you scoffed, completely agreeing with her.

“Yeah, because literally, everything distracts you” You answered and she snorted again.

“Yeah, sure it does” She scoffed sarcastically and started picking at a loose thread she noticed on one of your pillows.

“No proof is needed” You muttered before paying attention to the movie.


Suho had rung as you and Amber were finishing up the last of the snacks she provided. Amber forced the cute beanie she had bought you over your head as you talked to the male over the phone and even snatched the phone away, putting it on loudspeaker so you would stop complaining and talk to Suho as she swapped the cover on your phone for the one she had personally gotten made with a picture of your lovely faces.

Amber dropped you off at Suho’s and he grinned when he opened the groups dorm door to see your smiling face.

“Y/N-ah!” He exclaimed pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Hello, Suho oppa” You chuckled as he waddled into the dorm with you in his arms.

“Ya! Everyone get off your lazy ass and come see the birthday girl!” Suho yelled and chaos broke through the house as six more men came rushing into the lounge room to greet you.

“Y/N~” Baekhyun came out screaming, swinging around a bag filled with his gifts for you. You laughed as every member greeted you and you found yourself being forced onto the couch as you became surrounded by them.

“Y/N-ah, we’ll be your boyfriends for the day and treat you better than our maknae ever has” Jongdae exclaimed and you laughed heartily though your face became a little bitter.

“Do you know where he is?” You asked and they all quietened down for a moment.

“He’s trying to teach Chanyeol the choreography for our next comeback because Kai’s injured. We’re sorry Y/N we tried to stop him before they could leave but they were gone in a flash and neither of them have their phones on” Xiumin explained and you nodded with a sigh.

“That’s ok, I have you guys as my boyfriends today!” You brightened and they all clapped as Suho left for the kitchen.

“Y/N-ah~” He cooed as he walked back out with a cake, your eyes widened and a grin appeared on your lips as you saw the bright candles decorating the celebrational food.

“Aw you guys, you didn’t have to do this” You whined happily, you were surrounded by seven of your friends, presents and now a cake was sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“Nonsense it’s our duty as your boyfriend!” Kyungsoo claimed and you chuckled, letting them sing before you blew the candles out.

“Thank you guys, I love it”


Hours passed with you spending time in the dorm with the other members, you all laughed at Jongin hopping around in a cast and they put you to the test of Jongin’s weight, making you help him find his way into the bathroom when he needed the toilet. Kai was heavy, to say the least, movies were put on, not that much attention was paid to them and music came out of people’s phones as they did their best to make you happy.

“We’re home!” A familiar voice shouted over all the noise and Chanyeol walked into the lounge room.

“What’s all this noise for? Oh- Hey Y/N happy birthday!” Chanyeol came rushing over to give you one of his warm hugs and you grinned letting him wrap you in his arms.

“Wait out here, I have something for you” He demanded before rushing off, Sehun was left standing by everyone’s shoes with a solemn expression as you turned back to his hyungs happily.

Crap, I knew I was forgetting something!

Sehun sighed to himself and slipped out of his shoes, going off to shower before he would try and talk to you. Once Sehun was dressed in clean clothes and ready to try and talk to you he ventured out of his room. The loudness of his group members slapped him in the face and he blinked as he came into the lounge room. There Lay was, holding your hands and making you dance cutely with him, the others watched and danced along to the music filling the dorm and Sehun huffed to himself.

I’ll have to apologise to her later.

So lots  of people are telling me that Frankie is sleeping w Zach s pillow all the time (rn he is sleeping w the blue pillow) which i have proof of. It is true that blue pillows are not originally the pillows of the fire room.

But i do not have a proof of the blue pillow being the one that Frankie smelled and said “God , it smells like Zach!”

So can pls sb tell me if the fans are just going cray and imagining stuff or if it is the blue pillow? (yeah, the Live Feeds are super boring thats why i m giving this so much attention)

But I JUST  found this u can see that Zach is sleeping on a blue pillow 

and here too