stay like this forever.” I sighed, snuggling closer to my boyfriend’s body. I
leaned my head on his chest, letting my hands rest on his hips. The pumping of
his strong , steady and regular heartbeat under my ear sounded like a lullaby
to me. It was calming and soothing, a beautiful sound to fall asleep.
at remark and run his hand through my long hair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the
feeling of his sweet gesture. He drove little circles on my head while slightly
massaging it. A content hum left my lips. “Don’t stop, Haz.” I mumbled, my
limbs falling slowly shut, however I didn’t want to fall asleep yet. I just
wanted to savior the time I was able to spend with him. “You’re good with your
hands.” A laugh escaped his lips.
Harry and I
were at his garden in the middle of the night, gazing at the stars on the black
sky. We were lying on a huge picnic blanket and between many cushions. Our eyes
were constantly focused on the thousand of stars, which shone like little
diamonds. So incredibly beautiful. The
moon shone brightly, illuminating the whole environment with its light. It was a
perceive different kind of noises in the background that supported the relaxed
and calming atmosphere. The cool wind was gently blowing in our faces. An
amazing summer night.
especially keeping an eye out for shooting stars. Honestly, I had never seen
any and I was eager to witness that experience. I wanted see one whether it was
tonight or not.
Soft and romantic
music could be heard from Harry’s smart phone, giving that whole moment a
sleepy yet?” Harry inquired. “We can go inside if you want to.”
I shook my
head no. “I would like to stay here a bit longer.”
those moments that I cherished with my whole heart. Being with Harry had been
the best choice in my entire life. He made me feel loved and never failed to
show his affection towards me. He made laugh with his silly jokes, soothed me
when I felt down and protected me with his whole being. And I could imagine an
entire life with him by my side. Us being married and having our children, made
of love and deep connection. Us growing old together.
introduced to each other by mutual friends. The first time I saw Harry was at a
party of my best friend. My first impression about Harry had not been very positive
to be honest. I thought he was a total jerk. But I regretted my early judgment afterwards.
Getting to know him better, he proved himself to be a very nice, polite and
kind hearted guy.
confessed his love to me in front of our whole school mates and teachers, going
down on his knees with a bouquet of red roses, spilling out his emotions. “(Y/N), you’re the prettiest, loveliest and amazing
girl that I was able to meet. I’m lucky to be a part of your life, Honestly. I
fell for you and I fell for you very hard. The first day I do when I wake up is
to think about you and when I fall asleep my thoughts are with you again. I
love your smile, your eyes ,your kind heart. I love you with every fiber in my
body and I’m asking you in front of our whole school, would you like to be my
heavily with my head back then and tears streamed and streamed down my cheeks.
it was definitely the bravest thing that he could have done, in my opinion. Not
every boy had the guts to show his affection towards a girl especially when
their friends where around. Yet Harry had no problems with that. He held my
hand in front of them, hugging me, kissing me.
girl. My everything.” He would tell them and no matter how much I’d hear it, I
couldn’t prevent my cheeks from turning red.
that rested on his hips gently trailed up his upper body. I laid my hand on his
chest, feelings the beat beneath it.
your parents going to come back?” I asked him. Anne and her husband had been
gone for a couple of days because one of their family members fell sick and she
volunteered to keep an eye on them, leaving Harry with his sister. Gemma was barely
around. Most of the time, she was out of the house, probably spending her days
with her group of friends. Harry and I couldn’t complain though, we had more
privacy which was not available at my place.
Harry responded, a yawn escaping his pink lips. “Hey, what about we sleep here
to sleep outside?” I questioned.
can take mine and Gem’s sleeping bags. It’ll be fun.” I contemplated about his
offer, shrugging my shoulders.
good to me.” I agreed.
up, stretching his body for a moment before he went to the basement to get the
sleeping bags. My eyes followed his form and I wondered how I got so lucky.
Harry was an angel, he was indescribable. Really. As I looked up to the sky, I saw a little
moving up there. A shooting star.
instantly and closed my eyes, wishing that I would never be separated from
Harry and that we would be together forever. Hopefully, my wish would be
came back with the sleeping bags, I helped him with placing them on the ground.
We crawled into them and covered ourselves. After a few more conversation we
drifted into a peaceful slumber.
I don’t for
how long I was asleep but I was awakened by soft moans in my ear. As I opened
my eyes and rubbed over them, I noticed that it was still dark outside.
heard him whining behind me. I turned around and faced him only to see that his
eyes were still shut and he was sleeping. Sweat covered his forehead and I
guided my hand to that area to wipe it away with my thump.
good.” Another whine escaped his lips. First I thought that I caused him to
wake up, however he kept mumbling and moaning, telling me how good something
felt, and I raised my eyebrows and a grin covered my lips. I assumed that he
must have had a wet dream about me.
myself up on my elbows, observing him. His pouty pink lips looked so alluring
to me, inviting me to crash my lips against them. And that’s what I did. I bent
down to my curly sleeping beauty, brushing my lips against his before I
connected them with mine. It took a little while for him to figure out what
happened and to respond to my kiss. As I felt his lips moving, I smiled, swallowing
his little moans.
my hands on his cheeks, I deepened the kiss until Harry was completely
awakened. He gave me the opportunity to guide my tongue into his mouth to taste
him fully and we both fought for dominance. It was a game, a competition that
we both loved to play and win. As the lack of air in our lungs became more
evident, we pulled apart. My eyes met his mesmerizing green ones.
love.” He mumbled sleepily.
“Were you enjoying
your dream?” A cheeky grin made its way on my lips.
shifted uncomfortably in his sleeping bag, avoiding my gaze on him. “You heard
clear, Haz. Loud and clear.” I responded, chuckling. He was sweet when he was
ashamed and shy.
“ ‘M sorry,
babe. I didn’t intend to.” He said hiding his face between his hands. My poor
Harry. There is nothing to be ashamed of. You had no control of your dream and
it’s alright, really. Everybody has wet dreams sometimes, it’s totally normal.”
my fingers in his curls, slightly tugging at them. Then I placed another kiss
on his lips.
mind, Harry. It’s okay.” I assured him. “Do you want me to fix the problem?” I
whispered seductively into his ear while my dangerously glided down to his
private area but never made contact with his manhood.
His breath hitched
in his throat and even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he was blushing
terribly. I knew he was hard as a rock and honestly I would love to give him
some pleasurable moments that he’d never forget.
stop mocking me! It’s very embarrassing!” He groaned, pushing my hand away and
I laughed about his complaint.
just an offer, baby. You need to tell me
if you want it or not.” He shook his head.
“I think I’m
going to shower quickly.” Harry decided, “My back hurts anyway and I can’t
sleep here any longer. Come on let’s go inside.”
that we made our way back into his house. Hand in hand.
ALL ENCOMPASSING: the entire building is a work of art made of concrete slabs. there are holes in the slabs, six in each. two up, three across. it is a pattern. it is a prison. it is holding me prisoner. all the faces i see are holding me prisoner and i see faces in all the art.
GALLERY #1: i’m looking at the monets. i have to hold my hands behind my back so i don’t touch the paintings and i force my eyes open so i don’t start crying. there are faces in all the paintings, all four paintings and they are laughing at me and yelling at me to leave and to run away and some are telling me to curl up into a ball and cry but i cant do that because its only the first exhibit and i have to make it through to exhibit #5.
GALLERY #2: now we are at an art installation and its a stone room with a big hole in the sky and its raining and now i’m not sure if its rain or my tears but my face is wet and i feel so tired.
GALLERY #3: there is a room. and we take off our shoes and walk up the stairs into a blue wall but then we’re in a white room and we turn around to leave but there’s only an orange wall. on closer inspection the wall is actually a hole and the stairs are still there we didn’t die.
INTERLUDE: there is a big pile of rocks. my brother plays on them. they aren’t art though. just artfully placed.
GALLERY #4: there are twenty-seven statues of three gold rods. and they are scattered around the room. they are identical and there is a big black sphere stone in the middle of the room. there is a face in the stone and it is smiling. it was the only face that was smiling but it wasn’t a kind smile it was a forced one like it had no choice but to smile. the people say not to touch it but my sister touches it anyways and gets shocked but she’s ok. i am not ok.
I have this hc that because our poor babybird Tim Drake is always so sleep deprived, he gets slap-happy at the most inconvenient moments.
Like he’s interviewing a candidate for an intern position that just opened up at Wayne Enterprises, and the poor guy is sooooo nervous to be sitting down in a meeting with the infamous Bruce Wayne himself and his adopted child business prodigy . He’s trying so hard to stutter his way through his skills and give the Wayne’s good reason why they should choose him.
Tim tries to pay attention, he really does, but they’ve already done ten interviews this morning and his mind can’t help but to wander.
All of a sudden a memory pops up in his head of when Jason mixed hot pink hair dye in Damian’s shampoo.
And then, in the middle of the candidate’s closing argument, Tim giggles. The interviewee stares in shock as the once disturbingly composed young man laughs until he’s gasping and tears are pouring down his face.
Bruce hurriedly ushers the candidate out of the room and apologizes. As he closes the door in their face, they can hear Bruce turning to Tim and saying:
“Again Tim, seriously?” In an exasperated voice as if this was a normal occurrence.
The candidate gets a job offer the next day, but they decline without giving Bruce a reason why.
So…. I am currently watching the new tv show “13 Reasons Why” and my mind decided to make a tragically-beautiful connection tooooo can you guess what?? YUP LANCE!! So here are my thoughts once again… hope you enjoy and feel free to comment any other ideas!!
*NOTE* I’m lowkey crying as I’m writing this. My heart isn’t okay. I’m not okay, okay?? *MORE NOTES* So this came out kinda different than the show/book but i hope yall kinda get the idea
Lance was dead. Had committed suicide to be exact. And he left his story behind.
The tapes appeared from nowhere. No one knew where they came from or where they disappeared to. No one knew that the tapes contained so much in such a small amount of time. No one knew that these tapes would become an ugly part of them.
“Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain (KINDA LOVE THIS LAST NAME) here. Live and in stereo.”
Lance starts off by explaining his “7 Reasons Why” (hahaha get it? Cuz he’s the seventh wheel?? *cries*) he committed suicide and his two rules.
“Rule number one. You must listen to the tapes. I’m not gonna lie. This is going to be hard to do but you MUST LISTEN.”
“Rule number two. When you are done, you must leave them where you found them. And if you, oh lets say, decide to throw them away, tsk tsk tsk…. bad things will happen.”
“First and foremost, our mighty and heroic leader, Shiro.”
“I wasn’t good enought to be praised by you.” Lance explains that Shiro was a good leader, a great leader one might say. Unreplacable, “unlike me.” So why was it that he never told Lance “great job” or “thanks for the help.” Why did he alway care so much for Keith? Told him “great job out there” and patted him on the back after every battle. Why did he always take his side even when he was in the wrong? Why did he treat Pidge like a little sister? Always taking care of them and making sure they were getting enough sleep. Always being so nice and caring to both. “You were always my hero but why did you not act like it?” He never payed attention when Lance didnt get enough sleep or didnt eat or was sick. Always making him work and train. Always pointing out his flaws without helping him improve them. “Why, Shiro, did you not care for me?”
“Can you guess our number two?? Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me this time. *laughs* First time being number two, our excellent number one paladin, Keith!”
“Keith my man, I loved you.” (Klangst? WHY TF NOT?!?) Lance always loved Keith, always looked up to him too. He loved to joke around with him, loved to rile him up, loved to bicker with him because thats how he got to talk to him. He knew that they were playing around so why did it hurt so much? “Why Keith, did you always tell me I wasn’t good enough?” Always telling him to leave you alone, always “you’re annoying me” and never “please stay.” Keith always reminded Lance that he was never good enough, never up to his level, never realizing how lance felt. But how could Lance blame him? However, sometimes Keith, you, took it to far to the point where my heart was too broken to put back together. “I’ve always loved you but you made it so easy to hate you, too.”
“My favorite green paladin, my little space sister (female pronouns for this), my gaming buddy, Pidge.”
“Pidge, did you even ever realize that I saw you as my sister?” Lance saw his little sister in Pidge. He always, like Shiro, did his best to make sure they stayed healthy. He was always fussing over her eating and sleeping habits. So why did she never appreciate him? “Pidge, you never even said thanks you.” Lance just wanted to be a brother to her. So why did she make him a disposable replacement for her missing brother? Always using him when necessary and then throwing him away when it got too much for her? “Leave me alone Lance. Im working.” Pidge sometimes said really hurtful comments to Lance and she never let him help her because why would she let someone “annoying” help? In, reality Pidge was his sister but according to Pidge, “You are not my brother, Lance. Matt is.”
“Hunk, my precious beautiful friend. You did nothing wrong but you also did nothing at all.”
“Where to start?” Hunk had always been Lance’s best friend but after Voltron things changed. “I noticed that you and Pidge would hang out together, without me.” Lance just wants to be part of their group again. He tried so hard so join, to contribute, to help. But all he got was “you’re distracting us.” Although they didn’t hang out as much, Hunk was the first one to realize that something was wrong with Lance. “You left me alone.” Hunk saw him getting worse and changing throughout the days. He saw but didn’t do anything. “Hunk, why did you not do anything, if you noticed?” Lance wondered why Hunk left him by himself, why he didn’t try to reach out to him, why he didn’t invite him over, why didn’t he? “You could have helped but you didn’t.”
“Our beautiful space princess who will save the universe without moi, Allura.”
“Sometimes, your pushing for perfection was too much, not just for me but for everyone.” Lance always felt like the odd one out. Everyone was good at something but he never had a “thing” and Allura’s nagging didn’t help. “Keep up Lance!” Keep up with Keith in the training stimulator. Keep up with Pidge’s new machinery. Keep up with Shiro’s battle plans. Keep up with Hunk’s nee inventions. Keep up. “Again.” No matter how hard Lance tried, Allura was never satisfied. Never complementing him, never saying “good job,” never letting him rest, never telling he was good enough. “Why, Allura, did you never see how hard I was trying?”
“Lets talk about our seventh wheel, our number one *snickers* sharpshooter, Me! Lance!”
“In my opinion, I was the number one at fault for this occurrence.” Lance hated himself. He hated himself for feeling jealous, angry, sad, homesick, depressed. “I just wanted to be like the rest of you all.” Lance wanted to be as good as Keith and as strong as Shiro. He wanted to be as nice and comforting as Hunk. Wanted to be as smart as Pidge and as powerful as Allura. “I wish I wasn’t so selfish.” Lance thought he was selfish. He wished to get “thanks you’s” from the rest. Wished he get praised from Shiro and Allura. Wished Keith would feel the same way. Wished he was home with his famiy. He wished and wished and he hated it. “I wished I was home.”
“My favorite alien, Coran, the one who took care of me and who noticed me struggling. Yes, he tried to help but I guess it wasn’t enough since I’m dead now.”
“You let me walk away.” Coran tried helping Lance in his own way. But how could an alien understand some Earthly emotions? “We talked but sometimes it was just you talking.” Coran tried to get Lance to open up to him but failed. He always cut off Lance with his own stories so he never let Lance say what was bothering him. “Coran, you were like an uncle to me.” Coran reminded Lance of his uncle and it kinda hurt him. He was constantly reminded of his family whenever he was with Coran. This made his emotions even worse when he talked to Coran because sometimes Coran didn’t understand him. The day Lance died, Coran had told him to just “move on.” Lance just got up and left but he secretly hoped that Coran would come after him. He didn’t. “You wanted me to move on from this and I did.”
Just fuckin’ imagine: Yousef goes to Nissen to pick up Sana and meets there Even. They are so suprised and although they haven’t talked for months the first question is why one another is even here. So Yousef says that he is here to pick up a girlfriend and Even responds that he waits for a boyfriend. They stand in front of school just chatting till Isak and Sana goes out of it. They smile to them while biology buddies nearly choked themselves.
its 3:30am and I just woke up in a cold sweat because I realized noragami’s plot is literally a joke.
hiyori’s name is one syllable away from hiyoko, the japanese word for chick, i.e. a baby chicken. she becomes a half ayakashi and is then able to see beings from both the normal world and the far shore, as well as astral project herself and travel to places of the far shore that normal humans can’t. she gains the latter ability after running across the street to push yato out of the way of oncoming traffic.
noragami’s plot is literally: why did the chicken cross the road? to get to the other side.
I wish Bella would’ve had deeper relationships with everyone, not just Jacob and Edward and Alice, too. It would’ve been great for Bella to actually be close to Jessica and Angela during her depression. Or Bella becoming close to Quil when Jacob abandons her after she becomes a wolf because they are in the sam situation. She thinks of him as a little brother and becomes very protective of him, and when he turns into a wolf, the roles reverse. And Bella being good friends with Emily when Jacob and Sam are gone to do their wolf patrols and having close heart to hearts about fearing for the wolve’s safety and joking about their appetites. They also cook for the pack together and swap recipes. Bella shows her how to make Grandma Swan’s stroganoff and Emily teaches her all different way to prepare fish. And some days, whatever is leftover (if there is any) Bella takes home to Charlie. It would be super cool to have Bella introduce Angela and Jessica to Emily (maybe at her grad party…let’s just pretend Emily came) and it’s awkward at first but they all become good friends and the three of them and Alice help a lot with her wedding and they’re even her bridesmaids. Mike Newton not having a crush on Bella and her going to him for questions about boy behavior and venting because even though she loves her girls, Jessica gets most of her boy knowledge from magazines and online articles plus she’s a total gossip and always pushes her limits which isn’t helpful, and Angela just shrugs like ?? I have no questions about Ben, and she’s sometimes too positive and unrealistic and Bella wants the brutal truth, so she turns to Mike.
Am i the only one who thinks he look really damn FINEE EDIT: Since Koogi won’t give him any name yet, shall we give him one :^) ? Do you have any ideas? for everyone who doesn’t know - he is just a random guy from gay club who wanted to make out with our Officer Bae who was making investigation on his own about dead of this old man (who was killed by Sangwoo) (I’m so sorry for any typos ;;; )
So we all know Jay is a secret cuddle bug right? Okay so just picture this:
Tim always wakes up before Jason, because the poor little nerd is an insomniac. He looks over at Jason and finds him dead asleep, mouth open, snoring, the works.
He doesn’t want to disturb Jay so he tries to get out of bed as quietly as possible, moving like a snail so that even the mattress doesn’t shift.
But it never fails that the moment his feet touch the floor Jason’s subconscious picks up on the fact that Tim is trying to leave him. He immediately starts making these distressed grumbles in his sleep. His long arms catch Tim before he can get away and tug him back against his side. Jason then wraps every single one of his limbs around Tim, like a huge warm octopus.
Tim sighs, relaxing back against Jason and accepting the fact that he’s probably going to be at least half an hour late to work today. But he doesn’t have the heart to reject Jason’s snuggles.
He does however, learn to start putting his tablet on his bedside table, so he can get some work done while he waits for Jay to wake up.
The words, “Hi, roomie, before you get settled, you should
know, I’m gay,” weren’t exactly the first words Nico expected to hear when he
walked into his dorm freshman year. Regardless, those were the exact words out
the blond, blue eyed, freckled boy he met at the end of summer. Followed by,
“I’m Will, it’s nice to meet you.”
A/N- Can’t sleep….too much netflix…decided to write something completely random…and I didn’t edit so sorry for typos…also it’s summer in Australia and it’s so effing hot so I can’t sleep…so here it is. also dat gif tho😍
Warnings- FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF
It was about 1:00 in the morning, and you were lying on your bed in the Avengers tower. It was summer, and the past several days had been extremely hot, including the nights. You tossed and turned agitatedly because the heat was making it impossible to sleep. The tower had a minor power surge two days ago due to one of Bruce’s experiments, which for some odd reason had made the air conditioning system throughout the tower to be rendered useless. This meant your second restless night in a row.
“Damn it” you whispered, as you got out of bed and quietly opened your bedroom door to get something to drink. You tiptoed down the hall until you noticed that one of the bedroom lights was on, as you could see under the door. You tried to remember whose room this was until you realised it was Loki’s. Thor had brought him to the tower to make amends and even though most of them weren’t so pleased about it, you all got along tolerably. You were reasonably close to Loki more than most. You talked to him quite often and also leant him books from time to time.
You softly knocked on the door hoping he was awake.
“Go away Thor, I’m not planning on sleeping” he said bluntly.
“Actually, It’s Y/N” you responded.
A moment of silence passed before the door opened and Loki was standing there, still in his usual clothes with a book face down and open on his neat bed.
“Why are you awake?” he asked, slightly concerned.
“It’s really hot and I usually can’t sleep anyway, so the past couple of nights have been just fabulous” you responded, looking right into his blue eyes “I just saw your light on and I wanted to know why you were still awake” you added.
“Well I was just reading, I don’t sleep much either. Do you want to come in?” he asked. You nodded lightly as you walked in and sat on the bed. Loki felt awkward about sitting next to you, so he just floated awkwardly around the room instead, picking up random items and glancing at the floor.
“Is the heat bothering you too?” you asked, in order to break the awkward silence.
“No, I’m a frost giant you see. The heat doesn’t bother me at all” You looked at him and smiled lightly.
“That’s lucky in this weather” you responded as you discreetly looked at the cover of the book on the bed.
“Divergent” was on the cover. You smiled to yourself and looked back at Loki.
“It’s much cooler in here than my room though” you said, watching Loki walk aimlessly around the room.
“Do you want to stay in here?” he asked.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, you give me books so I might as well give you a slightly more tolerable place to sleep. I must also talk to Stark about how your room is far too small, it bothers me as I assume it bothers you”
You smiled at him and lied on the bed. Loki turned off the big light in the room so there was only one small reading lamp in the corner of the room, which is where Loki sat after he grabbed his book.
“You’re really not going to sleep at all?” you asked quietly.
“Not at all, I don’t mind” he said before he hesitated slightly. “Nightmares you see” he added, looking down at the floor.
“Oh, I see” you say as you bury your head into the pillow. A few moments pass before you get up and walk over to where Loki was sitting.
“Don’t you wish to sleep?” he asked as he lifted his head up from his book to look at you.
“Nope, I can stay up for a while longer, If that’s alright with you?” you respond.
“Absolutely” he says, smirking a little.
You leaned your head on Loki’s shoulder and Loki stiffened at the contact.
“You’re so cold!” you say as you touch his hand with awe. Loki chuckles and looks down at his hand thoughtfully.
“One of the perks of being a frost giant” he says, still looking down at his hand. You smiled at him and continued t rest you head on his shoulder and lean closer and closer into him as time went by. Loki didn’t mind though, he would never say this but he always enjoyed your company.
Later that morning at about 9:00, Thor sat with the other avengers eating breakfast. Everyone was talking about usual topics before Tony noticed two people were missing.
“Where’s reindeer games and Y/N?” Tony asked. The rest of the avengers looked at him thoughtfully.
“Y/N likes to sleep in, so I wouldn’t worry too much about them” Natasha said before she took a bite of her food.
“I will check on my brother” Thor says as he stands up and walks down the hall. He stands in front of Loki’s door and knocks a few times.
“Loki?” he asked, slightly concerned. Thor decides to open the door ever so slightly, and grins when he sees his brother.
You and Loki were on the floor of the room dead asleep, with your book closed and on the floor beside you. You were resting your head on his chest and Loki had his hand almost protectively on your head. You were both breathing peacefully and didn’t stir. Thor slowly closed the door and walked down the hall still smiling.
“He’s still asleep” he responded as he sat down at the table, smiling for the rest of the day.