I love you (And the other 100 ways of saying it.)
Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter Eight Year in Hogwarts. The new blooming
friendship has started since the very next day after Voldemort died. Harry has
visited the Manor to give Malfoy his wand back. They forgave each other. They
let go. They moved on. Rebuilding Hogwarts for four months is also a good way
to build a friendship, you know? Once school started, they have been quite
close, closer than expected because apparently Hermione and Ron don’t come
back. Somehow The Hogwarts Express has been awfully late.
The next compartment is empty, but you’re
alone. “You mind sharing a compartment? The rest is already full.”
“Happy belated birthday, Potter.” Puts a small
gift on his lap.
It’s awfully late, I bet you haven’t eaten
anything. “Stop staring, Potter, it’s rude. Here, I’m full anyway.”
Idiot, stop kicking your blanket to the
floor, it’s cold. Put the blanket in place and cast a sticking
charm over it.
“Here’s your trunk.”
Cast a warming charm for the whole carriage.
“What? The thestrals must be cold too.”
Nonchalantly sit beside Harry in the Great Hall.
Put two treacle tarts on Harry’s plate. “What?
You like them.”
11. “Morning, Potter.”
12. Slides a cup of coffee towards Harry.
13. “Don’t forget your Charm books.”
14. “See you later.”
15. “How’s the day?”
16. “Stop hogging the food, Potter.” Eat
slowly, you git, you’ll get a stomachache.
17. Casually put two glasses of water on their
18. Put an apple beside Harry’s breakfast. “You’ll
die early with your diet.”
19. Our first class is potion, will you be okay
after Severus’ death? “You’re helpless, Potter. Sit back and observe, maybe
you’ll learn something by being my partner.”
20. Slap Harry’s hand away. “Idiot. Clean your
21. “Remember, 7 times clockwise, Potter.” It
will be dangerous if you stir only 6 times.
22. “Finally, a decent result.” It’s a really
good result, but let’s not feed your ego.
23. You look extremely tired. “Stop being
unmotivated git. Long day?”
forget to work on your charm essay.”
25. Smiles softly when he has finished his
homework only to find Harry’s asleep on the sofa.
26. Take off Harry’s glasses and fix his blanket.
27. Check Harry’s charm essay and gives some
pointers on wrong statements.
28. Levitates Harry and tucks him in bed. Essay
and glasses neatly put in their bedside drawer.
29. “Wake up, Potter. Finish your essay.”
30. “Your mood puts me in a bad mood, Potter. See
you in DADA.” Cheer up, you git.
31. “Fancy a duel?”
32. “Impressive, Potter.”
33. “That’s your best shot? Aim better.” Stop
channeling your power without precision.
34. “Focus, Potter. I could kill you.” Fuck
you, Potter, that’s a fucking lethal curse. Thank Merlin you move.
35. Grinning with twinkle in his eyes. “Nice
36. I would love to see that expression on your
face everyday. Don’t lose it.
38. “It’s Friday tomorrow, fancy a seeker match?”
39. Your nightmares are getting worse.
40. “You wish you’re the better seeker.” Whatever,
of course you are better.
41. “Nice game, Potter.”
42. “We’ll crash the library tomorrow, Potter.” Your
homework are piling, stop procrastinating, you git.
43. Pointing the answer on the book. Rolls eyes
44. “Potter, accompany me tomorrow in the Room of
45. “I’m brewing a potion. You’re here to distract
me from sleeping.”
need this as much as I do, you git, that’s why you’re here. “Stop whining,
47. “Of course, you’ll sleep eventually.”
Transfiguring the chair into something more comfortable.
of Dreamless sleep that doesn’t give you an addiction. Your nightmares are
getting worse. –DM’
49. “You are welcome, Potter.”
50. Your nightmares are not getting any better.
Are you okay? “Do the dreamless sleep at faulty?”
51. Then why do you keep having nightmares?! “You’re
still having nightmares.”
52. “I’m so sorry, Potter. For all it’s worth, it
didn’t fair.” I’m sorry. I hope they’re happy and proud wherever they are
53. ‘Happy Halloween, Potter.’ Put a
bag of Honeydukes sweets on the edge of Harry’s bed.
54. “Happy Thanksgiving, Potter.” Put a large
piece of Turkey meet on Harry’s dinner plate.
55. “Look, it is finally snowing. First snow this
56. Throw a snow ball on Harry’s back.
57. Have a happy snowballs fight.
58. “Happy Christmas, Harry.” Put a Christmas
present on Harry’s lap before leaving to the Manor.
59. Put the charmed snow globe from Harry on the
bedside drawer in the Manor. Thank you, it’s pretty. Mother and I’s
miniatures look happy, playing in the snow.
new year, Harry. May this year be good to you. –DM’
61. “Stop slopping around, NEWT is just around the
62. “Come on, I’ll help you with Potion.”
63. “You don’t work hard enough.” Come on,
Potter, you need to be better than this if you want to be an Auror.
64. “Have you decided on your future career?”
65. You’re one of the few who don’t think it’s
an impossible job for me. Thank you. Smiles softly.
you ever think of applying to be a DADA teacher here? Or being recruited into a
Quidditch league?” I just need you to know there are other options that will
give you less stress.
67. Well whatever your future job is, Harry
Potter, please be safe and happy.
68. “Stay away from dragon scale, it will trigger
an explosion on your calming draught.” Stop being an idiot please, you could
actually lose your life.
69. “Good luck on your NEWTs.”
70. “Potter, tomorrow is Charm, not
71. “Here, have some.” Slide a box of Narcissa
chocolates for Harry.
72. “She’ll love that.” Yes, she also has been
asking about you. I believe your visit would be good for Mother. Thank you.
for Potion? Relax, you’ll do well.”
74. “How’s potion? Don’t tell me you blow
anything.” Please remember potions can be lethal sometimes.
75. “Remarkable, Potter.”
76. “Cheer up, tomorrow is the last day.”
77. “Thank Merlin and Salazar, it’s all done! How
are you holding up, Potter?”
78. “Can’t sleep either?”
79. “Fancy a night stroll?”
80. Rolls eyes swiftly and casually fixes the
scarf on Harry’s neck.
81. “You see that star? That is the reason Mother
named me Draco.” Maybe you’ll remember the star, and you’ll remember me each
time you look at the sky.
82. “You’re a good company, Harry.” It’s nice
being like this with you.
83. Thank you for deciding in befriending me that
day, you give me a new purpose to keep fighting. “Thank
84. For saving me again and again, from
Voldemort, from the Fiendfire, from my own demons. For giving me a common sense
to keep living. For offering your hand in friendship that day after the war.
For trusting in my ability to become a Potion Master. “Just for everything and anything, really.”
85. You really are beautiful under the
86. “What do you think will happen after
Hogwarts?” Would we still be like this? Could we? Is it ridiculous for
87. “You really believe that?” Because I want
that to happen too, for us to not stop being friends, maybe even more?
88. Yeah, I like that very much. “Okay.”
89. “Don’t forget your spare glasses, Potter.”
90. “Seriously, you need to stop procrastinating
and panicking on the last second.” Seriously, you don’t forget anything,
just lock your trunk.
91. “Tomorrow would be very different, wouldn’t
it?” I’m afraid to go back to the real world. Are you?
92. It might just be our last day meeting each
other. “Accompany me to Hogsmead?”
93. “Fancy a butterbeer? Come on, drinks on me.”
94. “You what?” God, it must be a dream, right?
95. “You’re being serious right now?” Cause if
you’re not, I’ll saw off your balls and ship it to America right now, Harry
Potter. If you’re joking, you’re a dead man.
96. “Okay then, I would like that very much.”
97. “Sleep fine?” You sleep as peaceful as a
baby, I almost stop the train so that the bumpy ride doesn’t wake you up.
98. “Mother said she will pick us up.” You sure
want to visit Mother? It doesn’t have to be today, you know.
99. “Mother, you remember Harry Potter? Harry,
Mother. Mother, my boyfriend.” You git, stop smiling like you need to impress
someone. You have a life debt toward Mother, just act normal. Salazar, help me,
this is embarrassing,
100. Marry me. “Scared,
101. “You wish.” Fuck you, I’ll be damned if I’m
scared. I love you, you git.
I want to make this post. It’s not about BTS. Sorry. This is something fucking important.
I am epileptic. It is a nightmare. I can’t drink. I can’t drive. I can live life taking my meds and hope that it will lessen the amount of seizures without fucking up other aspects of my health.
You know a more natural and effective way I could be helping myself? MARIJUANA.
Marijuana is not some college brat smoking on the side of the dorms forgetting his classwork.
It is a plant that provides relief from so many illnesses. It is a godsend to some. Cancer, epilepsy, extreme pain, ANXIETY, etc.
So, I don’t give two fucks about what the goddamn law says. The law once said LGBT people couldn’t marry. Women couldn’t vote. Black people had to use separate facilties. The law said a lot of things. We don’t need to blame TOP. We need to come after the law.
So, to the family, friends, and supportive fans of TOP. I am sorry that people are being complete fucks with no sense of sympathy, empathy, or even some goddamn humanity.
To those using the phrase, “Well, he broke the law…”
Go. Fuck. YOURSELF.
Now. Take the nearest law book you have and shove it right up your ass. Shove it right up so it is as full as shit as you are.
Headcanon that Dick all-too-happily tags along on every one of Wally and Artemis’ dates and annoys the crap out of them, but he claims that he and Wally are “heterosexual life partners” and are therefore a package deal.
Wally and Artemis are trying to enjoy a movie at the theater, when suddenly an arm reaches from behind them and grabs a handful of popcorn. They look back and are shocked to discover Dick, sitting in the seat behind them and sobbing loudly as Bing Bong dies.
They’re sipping a milkshake together in a diner, when Dick out of nowhere throws himself in the seat next to Wally and exclaims “Chocolate, my favorite! Thanks, guys!” And he drinks the rest of their milkshake, all the while talking about how he asked out Zatanna and is planning a double date.
On a Ferris wheel together, when out of nowhere Dick drops from the sky and into their seat, squeezing himself in between Wally and Artemis as he helps himself to their cotton candy. “Heh heh, you guys must have accidentally left me back at the bumper cars. You’re so funny, for a second I though you were trying to ditch me ha ha.”
One morning Artemis wakes up and sees that there’s someone between her and Wally snoring loudly in their bed. She expects it to be Brucley, but it turns out to be Dick, who’s wearing Superman pajamas despite being a 19 year old man and he’s snuggling Wally in his sleep. Wally later tells her, “Oh yeah I forgot to mention, he needs someone to cuddle with after he has nightmares."
Finally Artemis confronts Wally about it. "Babe, we really need to talk about Dick. Can’t you just ask him to give us some space?,” she asks him one night after a bowling date was unsurprisingly interrupted by their one and only boy wonder.
“Sorry, but at this point he considers himself an official member of this relationship, hon."
"Okay, but isn’t it a little strange that he insists on sleeping in our bed?"
At that moment Dick of course walks into their apartment, dropping his jacket on the floor and plopping down on the couch. "Hey, guys! Guess what, I just booked us reservations at Olive Garden!"
Literally just a bunch of Headcanons I’m sorry for this.
-Prompto: Had a special ringtone for Noctis back in Insomnia in case he ever had a nightmare s Prompto could wake up immediately and listen to him.
Once walked to Ignis’ house at 2 am to give him a hug because Ignis was feeling down.
Walked Gladio home when he got piss drunk and listened to him rant about how unfairly pretty everyone was and trees and the stars and shit.
Poured Monster Energy into his coffee during finals week and Noctis was both horrified and in awe.
“I would die for you” “Prompto all I did was put a spider outside”
Once kissed Dino’s cheek for killing a huge ass bug and Dino gained a crush on him for like 3 weeks.
Wiz has a plan set up in case Prompto ever takes his offer to work on the Chocobo ranch. He wants this boy to work for him.
Uploads pics of Iggy’s food on Instagram and gets loads of likes on it.
Niffs follow his Instagram and Twitter account because they like his Memes
“If no-one confesses to you Noctis I will wear a dress to Prom” “Sure” Noctis didn’t believe he would. He did and looked gorgeous.
Noctis picked hm up bridal style and then Gladio picked Noctis up bridal style and Ignis somehow managed to get Gladio on his shoulders and they ran down the street like that. Convinced that Iggy’s muscle mass is converted into patience and dry humour.
Is quick to defend Gladio and nearly got into a fistfight with someone twice his size for insulting Gladio. Gladio was amused but stopped him anyway.
His first kiss was with Noctis because he wanted to know what it felt like.
“No homo?” “Slightly Homo” “Like 50% homo” “Nah, we’re more like 95% by this point”
Has like 5 different songs in his head at once.
Doesn’t know how to respond to people who seriously flirt with him
Has a competition with Gladio now and then over who can shock or embarrass the other with their flirting and pick up lines. Ignis and Noctis think it’s the best entertainment ever seen
*sees someone who doesn’t like same-sex couples* *Immediately starts calling his bros Honey, Sweetheart, Darling etc. and has even kissed them before*
Will kill someone for that last Klondike bar so help him he will.
Knows how to sew and knit and patches up everyone’s clothes
I mean there’s more probably but I cant think of the others yet-Tea
All of these are great! They have all been accepted as headcanons for Prompto!
Summary: A little headcanon on how would be the first time these HP characters say they love you, the reader.
These three little words had more meaning to Remus than any other word had, to him, they held so much power and emotion he couldn’t just say them to anyone at any time. He had to think it through, was it really worth it put someone’s life in danger, your life in danger, just because his heart was completely drawn to you? He had to be certain that he could protect you and that you would be safer by his side than by yourself, that you were really indeed happier when he was present. He had to be sure you weren’t just infatuated with each other, and yes, truly, in love. And it was on this particular day that he was sure. You were inside Honeydukes in complete awe with all the sweets available, hands full of Chocolate Frogs and pixie puffs, you looked at all sides trying to find sweets enough to take some back to your friends and Remus couldn’t help the feeling he had looking at you, so he simply smiled and said “I love you”. Sure you dropped all the chocolate on the floor and breathed a shaky “W-what?” at your boyfriend’s sudden realisation, but he said it again with all the conviction in the world, receiving an ecstatic kiss and a very sweet “I love you too, Moony.” just right back.
Sirius was the opposite, the words never meant much to him. They held no power to him, in his logic to prove love was to show love. His way to say “I love you” was by saying “take care of yourself” and “be safe”, it was waking up during the night just to see if you weren’t having any nightmares and it was making you your favourite tea and read you a book when you where indeed having them. It was giving you his jumper whenever you forgot yours and spend the entire day in the library with you even if he disliked being there. But when Sirius realised that those words meant something to you, he would hold your face and say “I’m sorry I don’t say this as much as I should but I do love you, sweetheart, I really do, so much.” and would press his lips on yours passionately, surprised because differently from the other times he had spoken those little words, they this time, held more meaning than they had ever done, and ever since that day he would say it often to remind you that he truly, utterly, completely loved you.
James, for a long time, thought those words were silly. He had convinced everyone and even himself that he didn’t believe in that magical cheesy love he easily found on muggle’s romances. It was when he met you that he started changing his mind, it was when you rejected him so many times before accepting to go out with him that he understood that it was possible to hurt from love. It was only when you pressed your silky soft lips on his that he understood what the ‘butterflies’ were and he felt stupid for not believing his friends when they said all that unbelief towards love would backfire. But it was when you were taking a stroll around the Hogwarts’ lake during the winter that he felt the necessity to say those words, it was when you looked at the sky in utter happiness as you felt the first freezing snowflakes falling on your face, frosting your cheeks, it was when you smiled at the sight of snow that you grabbed James’ hands and twirled like a small child during Christmas, it was when you whispered “Snow!” like it was pure magic that he let those words escape his lips, and they escaped so easily, so smoothly that the smile on your face convinced him that love was the best thing in the world.
To Teddy it was relative, he never felt like saying it, it didn’t really matter to him. Even when you started dating, he said it every once in a while that he was in love with you, but never that he loved you. After all, they had a difference and it saddened you a little bit that he would never say it, maybe he wasn’t sure you were the one for him, maybe he was just infatuated? Maybe he didn’t love you? You were a bit let down to be in all honesties, you had been dating for almost two years and he had never said it, not even once, but perhaps that was just his way of being. So you thought that it wasn’t worth confronting him about it, you’d just try to let it go. But on this specific Friday during Summer, you were spending a week with the Potters, and Teddy asked you to dye his hair bubblegum pink. And you agreed, you spread the dye through every soft lock as he sat on a chair in front of a mirror, you noticed he was staring at you through it. You were quietly doing your job, humming one of the lullabies you used to sing for your little siblings, focusing on his hair but the staring wouldn’t stop and when you met his eyes he was trying to hold a smirk. “What are you staring at, Lupin?” you asked raising an eyebrow, “You, (Y/L/N)” he replied, not holding back his infamous smirks. “And why’s that?”“Because you’re stunning and I love you.” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You do?” You heart had nearly stopped, he had said it, he had freaking said it for Merlin’s sake. “I do, (Y/N), very much.” He said smiling at you. “Well, I-I love you too, Teddy.”
James Sirius Potter
James had a little taste for some of the muggle stuff, his grandfather Arthur Weasley had taught him all he knew about them and even allowed him to borrow his muggle car. One day during summer, when James was talking to you on the phone, you mentioned you had had a fight with your family about some specific grades, that you were really upset and he immediately told you to get ready because he was going to pick you up for a ride, it would make you feel better. He asked his granddad if he could lend him his car to rescue you and soon drove to your house, where you waited sitting on the doorstep, cleaning some of your tears and smiling at the sight of him. You entered the car and he immediately hugged you, you stayed like that for a minute or so, just being close to each other and enjoying the feeling of being in each other arms. “Thank you, James, for taking me away from here.” He kissed your forehead, shaking his head and telling you to put the seat belt on as he started driving. After what felt like ten minutes on the road you opened the window and looked out on it, the comfortable wind refreshing your soul and drying all your tears, your hair flowing backwards as you smiled in contentment. You felt pure bliss, and so did he. James almost couldn’t believe himself on how alluring, sweet and kind you were and how you deserved to be with someone who would love you entirely and make you happy. And in that moment, he knew he wanted to be that person. And as you opened all the windows so the wind would flow through the entire car and you laid your head on his shoulder, he whispered only for you to hear, even though no one was around, “I love you, (Y/N)”. You lifted your head in ecstasy, smiling big, kissing his cheek slowly, “I love you too, Potter.”
Albus Severus Potter
Now Albus would let it slip during a heated fight, he would be so pissed, so furious that all his shy, conserved demeanor would just vanish right away in front of your eyes, he was your best friend and he was exhausted of seeing you giving your all to people who didn’t care for you and ended up tearing your heart apart. He would be so angry at the thought of your heart breaking again in careless hands when he could take such good care of you he would just let it slip, “You just give yourself away to assholes with infinitely lower IQs than yours and end up completely shattered, you don’t deserve this and you hate this feeling yet you always go back to it.” He shouted, “I hate seeing you like this, it’s the absolute worst feeling in the world and it hurts me even more that you keep putting yourself in harmful relationships when you could be with someone who would treat you well and look after you, someone who would love you more than anything in this world and make you happy.” And by that time, tears would be already escaping your eyes, trying senselessly to dry them with the sleeves of your jumper. “Yeah, like who? Who would love me?” You’d scream back. “Me, (Y/N)! I would, I do, so please just stop doing this to yourself and let me love you.” He’d say quietly, his shyness getting the best of him once again, anger long gone by now. And you’d jump in his arms, hiding your face on his chest as tears could not be held any longer. For the first time, you felt like things would be okay and love would finally be kind to you.
You went on a Quidditch game, your house against Slytherin, you didn’t have anything against them, specially since you were dating one, but after that one Slytherin asshole hid all your belongings around the school, ridiculed your house and your friends it became all personal, and you wanted nothing more than your house to crush him and his team. Scorpius was a caring and protective boyfriend, but when it came to Quidditch you guys had agreed you’d cheer for your respective houses and never, ever argue about it. And as you watched the game, booing that shithead and rooting for your house as loud as you could, Scorpius watched you silently from the other side of the field, he observed your clothes all colored in respect for your house and how you laughed and cheered as your house scored. You looked so radiant and so beautiful in that moment, sticking up for your house and yourself, he didn’t know what came into him but when he realised what he was doing he already was in your house’s side of the field in the grandstand and his arms were wrapped around your waist. “What are you doing here?” You asked kissing his cheek, ecstatic to see him but confused since you’d agreed when games like that happened you wouldn’t talk about it or go together, to avoid fights. “I came to root for my girl and her house, no shithead has the right to do this to the girl I love.” “Even if he’s from your house?” “Even if he’s from my house. He’ll be hearing from me afterwards.” He said throwing an annoyed look at the boy, who stared at both of you. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him right there, your friends cheered for you and let loud “awww”s as he pressed his body against yours, deepening the kiss. “I love you too, Malfoy.”
1. establish a neutral or positive bedtime routine. this means that i cut out things that caused me any amount of stress before bed (yes including social media and talking to people) and i replaced them with neutral or positive experiences like reading a book, getting out my clothes for the next day, and taking a bath. some kind of routine that happens every night about 1-2 hours before bed to wind down is really helpful for nightmares. stress adds to the chance of having one, so reduce that where ever possible. it might be hard to not login or not answer messages, but its worth it in the long run.
2. watch what you drink! i know that if i drink a ton of water before bed i will have a nightmare and wake up to pee. drink water earlier in the day to prevent this.
3. hunger is a big one, too! i will have a nightmare if im really hungry and i will wake up and need to eat. if you are hungry before bed, eat a light snack. it can really help.
4. temperature of the room. if my room is too hot or too cold, i will have a nightmare. adjust the temperature so you arent sweating but arent too cold. this is different for everyone so it might take some trial and error.
5. using mediation or asmr. this is something that has been foolproof for me, and i know other people who have used it with success. so on youtube there are tons of guided meditations and asmr videos that go through neutral or positive things like “journey to jupiter” or “long train ride with conductor” and they last for a while and you can fall asleep listening to them and focusing on them instead of ruminating on nightmares or trauma.
6. make a list of coping thoughts that you can read for when you have a nightmare. keep this by your bed each night so you can read it if you need to. examples: “i have had this nightmare many times, and each time i have survived. it was only that same old nightmare again, i know i can deal with it. i know that X is not really happening, it is just that nightmare again. i know that my trauma is in the past and this nightmare is just a symptom.” you can also read this before going to bed to remind yourself that it is a symptom and will not harm you in the present.
what to do after you have the nightmare:
1. immediately orient to the present. this could be looking at a clock and saying to yourself “it is X day of X month of X year. i am safe and present to this moment. this clock tells me that the trauma is not happening again and that i am safe in my bed.” you can adjust what you say to fit your own needs but the important part is that you orient to now.
2. grounding with a soft object. go out and get a new soft object with no memories or feelings attached to it. you can touch and hold it and remind yourself that it is new and a safe object. “this is my soft bunny that i bought especially to soothe me after nightmares. this bunny proves to me that the nightmare wasnt real and that i am safe here with it.”
3. grounding by going outside or opening a window. sometimes the rush of cold air can pull you out of the nightmare and back into the present. heck, even a nice cup of tea out on the porch can be the perfect remedy for the nightmare. be mindful by saying things like “i notice how cool this air feels on my skin. i can hear lots of crickets chirping outside. i can see that the moon and stars are bright tonight. i can almost taste how sweet the night air is. i can smell the pretty flowers outside.” and continue to name as many things as possible to prevent nightmare rumination.
4. read your list of coping thoughts many times over and focus completely on them.
5. sometimes it can help to write them down or to track them. try to go about this with a curious mind and see what you can learn from the nightmares. perhaps it is stress from school, or a fear about an upcoming appointment. these common life stressors can combine with ptsd nightmares, so it can be worth it to see if theres anything else going on. tracking the nightmares can give a sense of control and can help with the overwhelm feeling.
Requested by anon: “I’m so glad you want Reid lol imagine being the person Reid goes to when he’s over thinking or panicked. Just being there for him when a case or situation is overwhelming. I think that’s cute and dramatic lol -🐞”
A/N: First Criminal Minds fic on this blog! How exciting. ^.^
If their is one thing you consider your apartment, its safe. It has a good security system, locks, and of course the FBI agent who is your neighbor. Yes, Dr. Spencer Reid is your neighbor.
The two of you have become quite the friends. You’ve also even gotten to meet some of his co-workers/friends. They were all amazingly nice people, but they noticed how different your relationship was with Spence. It was completely friends, no co-worker, or case drama to mix in.
Over time your apartment has become a safe haven for the good doctor. No matter what time of day or night you’re always open to listen to his overly thunk thoughts or the nightmare he just had.
Often you’d even let him crash on your couch if it was late and he was still worked up.
All of these things made tonight no different. Finding him leaning against your door, looking like a lost puppy.
“Hey Spence” you greeted. Giving him a wide smile, something he dearly loved to see adhere your features.
“H-Hey [F/n], sorry to bother you just getting home but could we talk? Please?” his voice shaking a little as usual, for some reason it did that when he started talking but eventually warmed up to your presence. You thought this happened around everyone he was comfortable with but in fact it only happened around you.
This boy was head over heels for you. No matter how he’d like to deny it. He didn’t want to pull you intimately into the life of Rapists and Serial Killers.
“Of course, you know my door’s always open to you” Answering while unlocking your door.
He followed you in, taking his shoes off by the door. “What were you out doing tonight?” curious as to why you were later than usual.
“A date“ you answered simply. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice a bit pained.
“Yeah, it was a waste of time though. Guy was an ass. Last time I let my friend set me up with someone” you chuckled while standing in your kitchen. Having made some tea for the both of you. Not hearing his sigh of relief.
Meeting him at the couch you handed him a mug before sitting by his side. “So what’s got the doctor troubled?”
“I, um. You know how my mother has schizophrenia?” he asked hesitantly. You nodded having been told about his childhood already.
“Well I’m reaching the age where those symptoms begin to show, I mean I’ve had testing done and those results say I’m fine but there’s always the chance that I won’t be and it’s scary.” The pace of his words quick. He did that when trying to get a thought out or opening up to someone.
At this point you’re more than capable with keeping up with him.
“Spence, yes there will always be risk factors but if the tests say you’re going to be okay you should trust them. Over thinking about what might happen will only affect your time in the present. Enjoy life in the moment. And if something does end up showing itself then we cross that bridge when we come to it” You comforted him.
“But what happens if I do end up having something? What if I end up as bad as my mom?”
“Spence you know more than anyone that mental illness is different for everyone. There’s no guarantee that you will reach that point. But how things are going now, you’re about as normal as a genius can be” you giggled. Making a smile pull at his lips.
“Thanks [F/n]. You always know just what to say.” he smiled at you. Relief filling you at seeing he’s back to his fact spewing self.
“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” You laughed, shrugging. “I’ll always be here for you Spence, okay?” reassuring him at taking his hand. He smiled, lightly squeezing it.
“[F/n]?” he whispered, staring at your hands. “Yes?” you matched his tone.
Looking up at you, hope in his eyes. A completely new expression on his face, one of hope and confidence. “Would you maybe want to–” Though his voice was cut off by his phone ringing.
He apologized before answering, “Hey Hotch… Yeah I understand… I’ll leave now”
He hung up the phone and looked at you apologetically “I’m sor-” you stopped him by raising your hand, “No worries, duty calls” smiling at him.
Getting up to leave he slipped on his shoes. He was halfway out the door when you stopped him. Looking at him from the couch you called, “Hey Spencer?” He looked back at you curiously. “Yes” you answered.
“What?“ His face contorting with confusion.
“Yes, I’d love to get dinner with you.” He visibly tensed from shock. “Y-You mean?”
You chuckled, “Being friends with you I’ve picked up some profiling abilities. I finished the sentence for you, how’d I do?” smiling at him, a sparkle in your eyes.
He smiled and looked at his feet, “Great, you did a great job. I’ll uh, I’ll call you after the case” nerves twisted with happiness in his tone.
“I’m looking forward to it” you smiled. He waved before closing the door behind him. Biting your lip you smiled before nestling into the couch further. Unaware of Spencer high-fiving himself in the hallway.
Requested by anonymous: I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! Can you do one where shawn finished a
concert, on his way to a plane to go to you and he get in a car
accident. After months in coma he wakes up and your still there waiting
for him even if a lot of people told you to move on?
Note: tears, just tears and it’s super long so prepare yourselves
Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: Swearing, fluff
A/N: Reader is blind
Y/E/C: Your Eye Colour
“Buck!” Steve exclaims as Bucky wanders out of the elevator,
“Hey pal,” Bucky mumbles, his attention being drawn to his surroundings. Bucky had never seen anything like Stark Tower, it was just another prime example of Tony’s endless budget,
“Glad to have you back,” Steve grins at Bucky and pulls him into a tight hug, “How was the flight?”
“Fine,” Bucky finally focuses on his best friend, and is stopped in his tracks when he notices Clint, Nat, Sam, Vision and Tony standing a few feet behind,
“What did T’Challa’s people say?” Tony asks as he tentatively steps forward. Bucky tenses as Tony continues to approach, looking apprehensive,
“Um,” Bucky shakes off the nerves and tries to remember Tony’s question, “They said that I’m still fine. The triggers are still inactive, and I shouldn’t need to go for anymore check ups unless something happens,”
eyes burning a way through me overwhelm, destroying so sweetly now there is a fire within me a fire that burns
What started out as vent art turned into a fun experiment with colors. I’m just trying to have fun with my art and start enjoying drawing again.
This is Caesyl, my wildfire-themed Sylvari Druid. He’s a Secondborn and former Warden of the Grove turned Soundless after escaping imprisonment and torture at the hands of the Nightmare Court. His brother, who was captured with him, wasn’t as fortunate, however; instead of freedom, he willingly accepted Nightmare. Caesyl blames himself for their capture and his brother’s corruption and still hasn’t quite recovered from the ordeal, even after all these years.
Fun fact: He has a soft spot for cats, and his best friend and companion is a panther named Moira.
summary: it’s YOUR chair. regardless of the fact that you found him sleeping there, for merlin’s sake, it’s yours. neither he, nor james seems to understand that. remus is an accidental wingman, lily is there to help, and peter just wants everybody to be friends.
word count: ~2200
a/n: (thats pretty fuckin ironic peter pettigrew u stupid swine) ANYWAY KIDS WHATS UP I LOVE ALL THE MARAUDERS EQUALLY???? but i have an especially soft spot for sirius and remus and james…. hmm…. (especially ben barnes as sirius and andrew garfield as remus but shhh) anyway ik i have a shit ton of requests to do but here i am, master procrastinator, back with more procrastination works! i had an impulse okay. y’all should be thanking me for this insight on snogging sirius black bc i know i’m thanking myself tonight
Any headcannons for how Hera treats the kids when they're sick?
How did you know mom Hera was my aesthetic?
When it comes to Zeb, the guy has an immune system of steel, so the worst he gets is the sniffles
all Hera has to do is make sure it doesn’t get any worse
it’s not hard
Sabine would literally dive head first into a fire fight with a fever of a hundred and two and give zero shits
I’m sorry did that say would? She HAS
and Hera still has nightmares about it because she basically had to carry a fever crazy Mandalorian teenager back to the ship so she could then strap Sabine to the bunk and babysit her for the next three days
Sabine has either two moods when she’s sick and that’s grumpier teenager or reversion to a small child
it honestly all depends on how bad the sickness is
Hera basically sits with Sabine as much as she is able and always makes sure to get some sort of hot food into Sabine’s belly before the day is over
mostly they just chat when Sabine is up for it and when she’s conked out, Hera just sits and reads or slips out for five minutes to check on the ship
when Sabine’s really really sick - and I mean like the crying because everything hurts kind of sick - Hera will climb into the bunk with Sabine and hold her close, bundle Sabine up in blankets, and sing her lullabies from when Hera’s mother used to do the same on Ryloth
Sabine only speaks a smattering of Ryl, but it’s enough to know that the melodies are words of love and protection
The moment Hera learned that Ezra all but grew up on the streets, she started paying super close attention to anything more than a sniffle from him because Force knows what kind of crazy infections this kid could be carrying around
it’s more out of concern for Ezra than anyone else because the streets do not provide nearly enough food to keep an immune system that’s still developing strong enough to fight diseases
this is why Hera is less than surprised the first time Ezra gets a mild stomach bug, he is five times worse than he should be
we’re talking passing out with extreme fever, unable to keep the simplest of meals down, little to no sleep because of how uncomfortable he is, etc.
Hera moves Ezra into her room - partially so Zeb can sleep and partially so she can sit with Ezra - and spends the whole night changing cold compresses on Ezra’s heated skin and softly humming lullabies
she knows he’s getting better when Ezra doesn’t throw up the soup Hera fed him one night, and then his fever broke the next day
Hera still curls up in the bunk with Ezra and holds him comfortingly and sings to him the way she does to Sabine
All in all, Hera is far more protective of Ezra when he’s sick, only because Hera knows that Sabine is stronger than Ezra; but that doesn’t mean she does any less for Sabine when the space daughter is sick
So I’m feeling motivated to do some requests, so I’m dropping this and hopefully I’ll manage to write more than just a few requests over the weekend that I can then post next week! (also guess whose cuddling comes after Minghao’s? yes, Seungkwan’s, and that will be the END of me)
this was totally not inspired by some fan reports from today
ok so by now we’ve probably established that most of Seventeen are really cuddly and Minghao is no different
he loves the kind of cuddles where you’re cuddled up to him - he loves having your head pressed to his chest and he loves kissing the top of your head and everything else that comes with it
all in all he just loves knowing that you like cuddling him and that he’s able to make you feel comfortable and safe
however, on nights when he’s had a nightmare or is overcome with homesickness, his initial reaction is to cuddle up to you
it’d be somewhere between 2 and 3 in the morning and you’d be sleeping soundly, but Minghao is wide awake and full of anxiety after waking up from a bad dream
so he gets closer to you, and whether you’re on your back or on your side, he wraps an arm around you and snuggles close, hiding his face somewhere on your upper body and inhaling your scent
as in, if you’re on your back, he’ll hide his face either on your shoulder or chest, of if you’re on your side with your back facing him, he’ll hide his face in your back
whichever it is, that’s most of what he needs to be able to calm himself down, and little by little he feels less and less like he’s being suffocated
you’d probably wake up during it all though, with how Minghao’s shaking a little and how heavy his breathing is and how tightly he’s subconsciously holding you
“Hao, is everything okay?”
he’d jolt a little and bring his lips to your neck while you place your hand on top of his and squeeze it
“I had a nightmare, but it’s fine now. Sorry for waking you up.”
a small smile would spread to your lips and you’d turn to face him a bit better and even open your eyes a little
“If you want, we can talk about it in the morning.”
Minghao nods, which you can somewhat see in the darkness, and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips
without any more words said, you raise your arm so that Minghao can properly cuddle up to you, in the same way you usually cuddle up to him, and not much later you’re both asleep again, this time without nightmares interrupting your sleep
Her feet creaked on the landing, the wood protesting. She could hear something behind the door, and she was afraid to open it, but she followed an unknown pull that drew her hand to turn the knob.
The sounds were unmistakable. Their bodies writhed and a pillow tumbled to the floor. Warm, sugary-scented candlelight flickered over their faces. She’d seen enough—she turned and ran out of the room.
Her legs didn’t seem to want to obey her. Rushing down the stairs her feet caught on the carpeting and she tripped, falling, falling, falling…
Claire jerked awake, breathing hard. Beside her, Jamie stirred and flung his arm over her. She placed her hand over her heart, willing it to stop hammering.
“Are ye alright, Sassenach?” he asked sleepily.
“Yes. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Bad dream.”
“Weel, no wonder, I took all the blankets. Ye’re cold as ice—that’ll give ye the nightmare. Come here.” Jamie bundled her under the quilt; his own body radiated heat and she curled up against him, her head on his shoulder. Her heart was slowing down, and she closed her eyes, hoping to reclaim sleep.
Jamie’s hand stroked her arm lazily, while pressing small kisses into her hair. Claire was lulled, warm, the fear of her dream fading fast. After a few minutes, Jamie spoke.
“I’ll need to get up soon. I promised Jenny I’d help with the chores to free her up to get some Christmas things ready.”
“What time is it?” Claire mumbled.
“Um… about 5, I think.”
“Oh God. It’s still dark out. It’s too early. You can’t go out there now. Stay. Here. With me.” She clung to him tighter, unwilling to let him out of the bed.
“A promise is a promise, Sassenach.” He extricated himself gently, pausing to run his fingers through her curls. “I like it. Looks like the bramble bush outside.”
Claire swatted him feebly, too tired to really try. She burrowed deeper into the bed, and Jamie kissed her nose. He dressed in the light of the leftover embers while she watched, and wanted.
“I’ll bring ye coffee. You don’t have to come wi’ me, Claire. I ken it’s yer vacation and up early the rest of the time. I’ll go milk the goats and pitch hay for the coos, they’ll be sufferin’ fer it.”
“Highland coos. Beautiful creatures.”
She peered over the quilt. “I’ve never seen one.”
“Dress warmly then. Ye’re about to meet the herd.” He turned to leave, but stopped. “Oh, and Sassenach?”
The mountain air was icy but invigorating. Claire touched her cheeks, the wool mittens warm on her reddened skin. She pulled her scarf up higher around her face.
She and Jamie leaned against the fence, watching Jenny’s merino sheep baa and butt each other. It was only noon, but her body was exhausted; not only from their efforts last night, but from fetching and hauling and working alongside Jamie.
They stood quietly side by side, watching the animals’ antics. Their breath mingled in cloudy puffs, and Claire couldn’t remember when she had last been this happy.
He was in her like a livewire, after only weeks of knowing each other. It was too much, too soon, too fast. Too right. And her heart… the kiss in the alley had given it to Jamie irrevocably.
Claire took his hand in hers and clasped it tight. He smiled down at her, and sang, “Oh, the weather outside is frightful…”
She laughed. “It’s not so bad now.”
“There’s snow coming soon. We’re expecting the band fer Hogmanay. When are ye due back to work, mo nighean donn?”
“January third. And your recording sessions?”
“Few days after that. We can have some time in London.” He kissed her briefly and they started back to the house.
The ancient stones stood grey and silent as they approached. Claire could glimpse Jenny in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the family. At the door, Jamie stopped her with a hand on her arm.
“Claire, I have something for you,” he said. With a shy smile, he pulled a gold chain from his coat pocket. Dangling from it, was a gold ring with a ruby set in it. Jamie held it in front of Claire, the weight of the ring causing it to twirl. “It belonged to my da, and his da before him, on and on back. I usually wear it, but it can be a bit troublesome when playing guitar so… I’d left it here in Jenny’s care.”
Claire swallowed thickly, understanding the implications of his gift. This had belonged to his father; it was a tangible memory of family and belonging. By giving her this ring, Jamie made it clear he thought of her as part of him, intrinsic and bone-deep. She reached out to touch the gleaming stone, and smiled in acceptance.
Jamie undid the tiny clasp, the gold links of the chain delicate as filigree. He fastened it behind her neck, fingers lingering on her collarbones. Claire touched the ring, nestled against her sternum.
“Thank you,” she said softly, and he leaned in for a kiss. Then she came to a realization.
“Oh my God, I feel so bad, I didn’t get you anything! What with the shifts and all—”
“It doesna matter. I brought presents for the children, from both of us.” Jamie opened the door and removed his dirty boots before Jenny could protest. Claire imitated him, carefully removing her coat and layers. She was very much aware of the presence of the ring.
“Besides.” He turned and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her close enough for whispering.
Jamie’s acoustic guitar playing Christmas carols and traditional Scottish songs reverberated with the myriad of voices singing along and laughing riotously. Everyone was absolutely soused, the drams flowing and never-ending.
The rest of The Clan had arrived, Rupert and Willy and Murtagh, to stay and celebrate Hogmanay and welcome the New Year. Rupert had cornered Claire and would not stop talking about Geillis. Claire lent a sympathetic ear and on the whole, rather liked the match between them; from the way Rupert talked about her friend, she suspected they were more serious than she had originally thought—and was glad for them. Willy was there, shy as ever, but joining in the loud choruses and tossing back drink after drink.
Murtagh joined Claire on the sofa by the fire, offering her a tumbler of Macallan. They toasted Christmas and Jamie and the Frasers in general. If he noticed Brian Fraser’s ring on Claire, he said nothing, but regaled her with stories of Jamie as a child and teenager. Every word Murtagh spoke revealed the tenderness involved in practically raising a child not his own. Claire wondered why Murtagh was single—deceiving surliness notwithstanding—when he clearly had so much love to give.
Jenny, however, was not blind. Her eyes had zeroed in on the ring around Claire’s neck the moment they stepped inside the house into her presence. Her eyes had widened but she said nothing outright. As the evening progressed and everyone’s inhibitions lowered significantly, now she approached Claire and sat next to her.
“That was my da’s,” Jenny said quietly, sipping from her own glass.
“Yes, Jamie told me.” Claire felt uncomfortable for a moment – Brian had also been Jenny’s da. Perhaps— “Do you not approve? Would you like me to give it back? Maybe you should have it for your own sons—”
Jenny waved her off. “I have my mam’s pearls and other things, for my daughters as well. This is Jamie’s to give as he will.” She reached out and touched a finger gently to the ruby, warmth on her face and in her voice. “And let me tell you—he could not have chosen someone worthier.”
Claire ground her hips against Jamie’s, one hand holding her steady above him. Firelight cast them into molten gold as each found their completion in the other’s body.
Jamie groaned as Claire rocked to find more friction, more heat, more of him. He kneaded her breasts, traced a finger down to her navel, and settled on the pulsing point of their union. Claire clenched around him, dissolving into a heap of spent limbs and curly hair. Their foreheads touched as Jamie took his pleasure, gasping into her ear.
“Tha gaol agam ort. An-còmhnaidh.” His hands gently traced patterns on her back as she lay spent on top of him, too lazy and sated to shift next to him. Her skin pebbled in goose bumps as she shivered in delight.
“You’ll have to teach me the Gaidhlig,” she said, smiling. She propped her hands under her chin, resting on his chest. “I think I can only translate about 5 words. Not fair.”
“I can teach ye, Sassenach.” Jamie pushed her hair behind her ears, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Repeat after me. Tha gaol agam ort.”
“Tha gaol agam ort.” Claire did her best to imitate his accent.
“An-còmhnaidh.” Jamie caressed her face gently, tenderly.
“But what does it mean?” she insisted, pressing a kiss into the palm of his hand.
Jamie took a deep breath. “It means… I love ye. Always.”
Her breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she considered bolting. Rising from the bed, giving up the warmth and comfort of his body. Dressing fast in the demi-dark, leaving him behind. And her heart ached at the thought. So she allowed the brief wave of panic to wash over her, and let it go.
Jamie’s eyes were still on her, steadfast and unwavering. Claire met them bravely, whiskey and blue fire, and kissed his honey mouth.