to stop drabbling

Vitamin D
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Ron:</b> What's wrong, mate? You're really out of it today. We're losing to the Slytherins by 180 points!<p/><b>Draco:</b> *zooms toward ron and harry on his broom* What's the matter, Potter? In dire need of Vitamin Me?<p/><b>Ron:</b> <p/><b>Harry:</b> <p/><b>Harry:</b> What?<p/><b>Ron:</b> Don't you mean Vitamin D?<p/><b>Draco:</b> That also can be easily arranged *winks*<p/><b>Harry:</b> *blushes profusely*<p/><b>Ron:</b> *throws broom in the air* *rips hair off his head* *double back flips away from everything*<p/><b>Hermione:</b> You can't blame him. You walked straight into that one.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Best Laid Plans

Properly late this time.

(Also posted on AO3)


“Alright!” Teddy said loudly clapping his hands.

Victoire rolled her eyes, “We’re all right ‘ere, Teddy. You don’t need to shout.”

“This is the very important first meeting of the-” Teddy hesitated and bought time by climbing up to stand on the empty teacher’s desk in the classroom they were meeting in, “The Cupid Club!”

Peter groaned.

“That is an 'orrible name,” Victoire frowned.

Daisy and Saanvi giggled, leaning into one another.

“Whatever,” Teddy said dismissively, “We can work out a better name later. The important thing is, we’re all here for one united purpose!” He paused to gesture dramatically and the other students stared at him, Daisy and Saavi giggled.

Teddy sighed, “You could show a little more enthusiasm, you know!”

“Should we clap?” Peter asked.

“Get on with it, Ted,” Victoire prompted with an exasperated smile.

Teddy said, “Fine. So, we’ve all seen my cousin and godfather, the illustrious Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy, flirting-”

“Insults really don’t seem like flirting to me,” Victoire said. To try and quell Teddy’s puppy dog expression she added, “They do look good together.”

Saanvi sighed, “Have you seen how Professor Potter smiles when Professor Malfoy talks with him?”

“He just lights up!” Daisy said with a giggle, “It’s the sweetest thing.”

“But what about Professor Malfoy?” Victoire said, “ 'E is always sneering and smirking at 'arry.”

“He stares at his arse.”

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In the Feral!Adrien AU, I’m thinking Adrien’s hair isn’t long like the typical Tarzan. He thinks it’s hard enough that his skin color sticks out so much, but the hair on his head does NOT help. At all. Plus, it gets so long, it gets in the way. So he takes to slicing off his hair to a manageable length, using the knife he got that one time he and Plagg scared off a human from their family’s territory. He likes that knife; his claws aren’t sharp like Plaggs, after all, so that could be the substitute.

When Marinette teaches Adrien how humans bathe–“We don’t lick each other, mon chaton. I mean- not for bathing, that is- we do it for- JUST. ANYWAY HERE’S HOW HUMANS CLEAN OURSELVES.”–she also takes the appropriate scissors so she can trim his hair nicely. His chosen hairstyle is fine, she tells him with a wince, albeit horrendously jagged and unevenly chopped.

Adrien doesn’t hate water, unlike most cats, probably due to the fact that Plagg once pushed him into a freshwater spring. Adrien discovered that he liked the feel of water on his skin, and he enjoys having fun with the elephants. But when Marinette sits him down and leans his head back against a water basin, he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He trusts her, he does, but he has no idea what she’s going to do.

And then Marinette’s fingers gently card through his hair as she carefully pours water onto his hairline, and Adrien feels all tension leave his body. Grooming, even for panthers and apes and everyone in the jungle, is an enjoyable bonding experience. He’s been groomed by his family before, but it wasn’t like this. It didn’t feel like this at all. His eyes close involuntarily as a purr vibrates in his chest at the delicious sensation of Marinette’s fingertips and the water sluicing over his scalp. She giggles above him, telling him that if he’s enjoying this, then he’d probably melt when she brushes his hair. Adrien opens his eyes to look up at her then. And in that moment more than any other, he’s so thankful that he followed the little ladybug into the clearing that day.

Hips Don’t Lie

I stood there, smiling wide, as I watched my husband break out the best dad moves he had in his repertoire.

As the song beat on and those sinful hips swayed from side to side, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder to a similar moment just nights ago.

There were a couple key differences.

There were no flashing lights.

It was only Jensen and I.

There were no clothes involved.

And let me tell you, seeing those hips swing freely like that, no burdensome clothes obscuring the view. That’ll do things to a girl.

Dreadfully wonderful things.

Those bare hips, moving sensually towards me. Those thick, bow legs torturing me with their movements. His soft, yet defined stomach, rolling with each step. His broad shoulders and biceps stretching and flexing as he cornered me. My breath quick, my body aching to be touched.

Then he grabbed my naked hips, pulling me into his warmth, slowly encouraging my body to move in time with his. Our bodies knew exactly how to move together.

Let’s just say, it didn’t take long for things to escalate. It didn’t take long before those hips were rolling on top of mine, showing me just how well they could move as long as I begged.

“Hey there beautiful,” Jensen’s voice sounded, breaking me out of my memory. “You look all worked up,” he noted, swaying his hips dangerously as he grabbed mine, guiding me along with him.

“Well, if you’d cut that shit out, I wouldn’t be ready to jump you in front of all those people,” I whispered, locking eyes with his.

“Oh you mean like this,” he said, grabbing my hips, rolling them against his, his hand pressed firmly at the small of my back, pushing me into his hardness.

“You’re lucky we’re back stage,” I moaned, my fingers brushing the fine hairs at the nape of his neck as my lips met his.

“How about we find somewhere a little more private the second this panel is over?” He suggested when my lips were swollen and red.

“You read my mind, Jense,” I breathed against his mouth, pushing him away from me. “Get going so we can get going,” I smirked, raising my eyebrows suggestively.

He pulled me to him once more, his lips crashing to mine hungrily.

“Yes ma'am,” he growled. “I think it’s time for the last question,” he said, heading back on stage.

The music started, and Jensen’s voice rang out with Rob’s. I pulled myself together, waiting patiently to drag my husband back to our room, those hips and what they were capable of the only thing on my mind.

Confessions in the Moonlight | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1780

Summary: After nearly a month of avoiding you, Jungkook finally confesses the true reason behind it.

Originally posted by sugutie

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Steve Rogers

Did you actually think you were enough?

Forget me (Part 2 of Did you actually think you were enough?)


Peter Parker

Milkshake

Don’t Ever Come Back

I’m sorry (Part 2 of Don’t ever come back)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

You deserved it (Drabble)

All that matters (Part 2 of You deserved it)

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Whenever Nursey gets anxious, Dex has found out that is best to give him some space so that he can feel free to breathe, however, he also notes that Nursey likes to know that someone is close to him, so he has the habit to gently cup one of Nursey’s cheeks, bring him forward and give him a nose kiss while whispering that he’s there and then putting some distance between them, far enough so that Nursey won’t feel suffocated but close enough that the other won’t feel abandoned.

In turn, whenever Dex starts getting aggravated or depressed over something, Nursey has learned that the best way to get Dex to feel better is to have him go to a quiet and secluded place where they can hold on to each other, knowing that Dex likes to lay his head on his chest and just stay there counting the heartbeats, letting them lull him to sleep.

inspired by this, so special shoutout to @thirstyalec <3

( @mcgnus-bane @catharinaloss @patronusmagnus @magnificentbane @alecsagitta @peittorosvo @thedownworld @sapphicclary )


Alec wakes up with dread clouding the edges of his mind, the nightmare still clinging to his thoughts. He doesn’t really remember what happened in it, just the helplessness and fear it brought out in him. Usually waking up like this pushes him out of balance, has him trying to shake the lingering darkness for the entire day.

Today though, his mind clears and his body warms from the inside out at the feeling of Magnus pressed up against his back, a steady arm wrapping around him and resting on his stomach. Alec takes in the silence of the early morning, the warmth of the first rays of sunlight coming through the curtains, the presence of the man he loves, the man who loves him back, and his heart is so close to bursting with content, with a sense of right.

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Being Christian Yu’s girlfriend means

Since it’s international women’s day I need some new content involving an international playboy.

  • waking up in the morning, because you can’t breath easily since his legs and half of his body thrown over on you
  • you are trying to push him away earning a deep growl from him and he pulls you into a tight hug
  • Christian I can’t breath” you are trying to escape from the muscle jungle finding an empty spot in his grip
  • he finally lets you go patting your butt and humming with a satisfied smirk on his face
  • if there’s no morning schedule you’re the breakfast with coffee
  • stretching in front of the windows, yawning only in his boxers or fully naked, and you are just staying in bed with your coffeecup checking out the panorama
  • ragged morning voice with scruff on his face and bedroom hair
  • if you are showering in the morning or after the morning woohoo he will join to save water of course
  • he is always working so sometimes you need to remind him to eat or sleep or take care of himself
  • also if you’re needy you’re gonna text him telling him that you will break into his studio if he won’t come home soon
  • he will text or call you back asking how much you want him and what do you wanna do with him
  • naughty texts, naughty calls, naughty snaps
  • you sometimes find him in the studio or at his apartment sleeping on his desk or on other unusual surfaces because he is working too much
  • you try to distract him somehow… 10 minutes break is not hurting at all isn’t it?
  • always showing you his new projects and asking you for your advice and opinion
  • sudden dates, sudden gifts and sudden surprises
  • taking care of you when you’re sick or simply tired of work
  • long and sensual bubble baths, massaging your tired body while you’re relaxing on his chest
  • whispering into your ear that you’re the sexiest woman on earth, then he starts to give lingering kisses on your neck
  • kinky time anywhere in the apartment, won’t leave you alone only if you had an orgasm at least twice
  • sexual life is never boring or same, he has many sides and his most important mission is to please you and make you feel happy
  • he’s the nation’s badboy and every women drooling over on him, but you know he has a soft and sweet side
  • hugging you a lot; casually holding your hands and putting his arms around your waist in public
  • treat you like a queen, taking you on top class trips and holidays randomly
  • drinking wine or champagne with him in the outdoor pool at the hotel
  • actually a dumbass idiot and he often making you laugh until your tummy hurts
  • the sexiest english accent ever
  • calling you on many nicknames especially in bed
  • he knows exactly what turns you on and sometimes he provokes you even in public
  • will murder guys if they disturbing you over the limit
  • late night movie dates at home in bed or on the couch, him being shirtless of course
  • Christian why are you naked again?!
  • Tell me you don’t like it!” with that fckboy smirk on his face
  • I don’t like it.” you’re saying but it’s too late
  • he’s hovering over you, grabbing your hand and touching his torso with your fingers
  • can’t finish the movie of course
  • besides his playboy side he’s very responsible and you can rely on him every single time when you need him
  • he’s not only your lover but your friend too
  • slightly careful when he is introducing you to his friends especially to his crew, but he’s hella proud because he knows you’re bomb and the best on the world
  • taking you and his mom on foodie dates, and becoming a mama boy immediately
  • he knows how to impress your family and your friends, everybody loves him because he has manners but sometimes it’s not showing (haha)
  • he loves you with all of his heart, not saying this out loudly too much but exactly then when you need it
  • and of course you think you’re the luckiest woman ever…

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Pretend (Drabble)

Anon, you’ve slayed me. That’s so cute and pure and my heart is just tearing itself apart. I just love these sorts of prompt. THEY’RE PURE AND EVERYONE IS HAPPY, SO I’M HAPPY FOR THEM. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for the request. I have chosen to subject Jesse McCree to this because this guy needs some McLovin’. (I’m just in a Jesse McCree mood for some reason.)


A romantic relationship in this line of work was a dangerous thing, and if you both valued your lives, you would never enter one. Attachment is dangerous, you reminded yourself daily. But your traitorous heart ached anyway, unheeding of your rationality and logic.   

Dealing with this whole thing would be tremendously easier if you and Jesse McCree weren’t on a long-term mission mission as a duo. It took every scrap of self-control (and more) to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself with some over-the-top reaction when this mission was announced. Though, Torbjorn did receive a nasty glare when he shouted, “About damn time. I’ve got projects to fund, you know.” 

It’s been weeks since you both came to this city, setting up camp in a residential neighborhood where there were suspected to be a weapons trading ring. It was hard to believe at first considering just how peaceful everything seemed when you and Jesse moved in, pretending to be recently married. When you questioned the decision for this scenario (not that you were entirely against it), Soldier: 76 explained it was to blend in and get among the trading ring’s ranks. It was a very family-orientated neighborhood, after all. Jesse, always the one to roll with the punches, took your hand and tapped you where a ring would theoretically sit. 

“So, d’you wanna take my last name or should I take yours?”

That lit a fire so bright inside you that you felt like you were going to become a victim of spontaneous human combustion. 

It wouldn’t be the last time you’d feel such a way. 

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I imagine mostly kissing // Eleven x Reader

Words // 407

Warnings // None

A/N // This is very short, I’ve been writing a book and because I’ve been going a little too hard on that I’m kind of discouraged from writing but it’s nice to write for this blog as most of it’s sweet and short. I’m planning to write longer things soon! 

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“What’s wrong Doctor?” Amy asked, the four of you had decided to have a quiet and nice little plain day on Earth, just a rest in between travels. You, Amy and Rory were actively watching the film whilst the Doctor was talking about something. In the end Amy noticed how he was constantly flustered, a pink blush on his cheeks which was never there.

“What? Nothing. Nothings’ wrong. Why would there be anything wrong?” He asked and spoke a bit too quickly which the three of you noticed, he seemed rather nervous. More nervous than he had ever seen whilst the four of you were in a life-or-death situation.

“C'mon Y/N, I promised Rory I’d get the groceries this time since I make him cook.” You laughed whilst nodding and went away with her, it was completely true what she said as her and Rory did make an agreement like that.

-TIME SKIP-

“Doctor,we need to talk.” Rory finally said, he and Amy had both been talking about when this moment would come because both of them had been noticing how pink the Doctor was whenever Y/N was around or when she was looking directly at him or talking, he turned a dangerous shade of crimson most of the time and to the two of them it was obvious but of course to the Doctor it wasn’t.

“Why?” He asked but he did jump up to his feet and seemed ready for anything that might come.

“If you imagine Y/N, yeah. What do you imagine?” Rory simply asked right to the point and he blurted out: “I imagine mostly kissing.”

“Right,” Rory said, actually not expecting him to be this direct about it all, he imagined he had to convince or point it out a bit more to him but for once he didn’t seem oblivious. “Good, that’s good yeah.”

-TIME SKIP-


“Y/N?” The Doctor called out, you had just helped Amy place the groceries in their kitchen when you heard his voice and followed where it seemed to come from, he was standing in the middle of the living room with Rory nowhere in sight.

“Yes?” You asked.

“Well, if this is what I think it is and if it’s right, which it obviously is than I think.. I think I’m in love with you.” He said, he was slightly tripping over his words which made him more adorable. You grinned.

“I was wondering when you’d say that.”

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we’re so late nights

a drabble partially derived from this line of questioning, so @roselirry, this is basically your fault

It’s probably half past midnight; Teyana can’t remember when she last checked the time, the warmth still in her bones from the beers she consumed earlier in the evening with Niall and the rest of Rookie Limelight leaving her feeling mellow and content.

Niall is most responsible for the latter.

Seated in one of the folding chairs on their patio, he’s pulled her into his lap, home at last after an evening out. After the show, Niall, his bandmates, and a couple of their friends met up at a bar near the venue and talked for at least an hour and a half over many pints, Teyana tucked comfortably against Niall’s side, laughing and smiling and talking like the rest of them with his arm around her. When everyone began to thin out, Niall and Teyana said their goodbyes and then they took a cab home.

In the backseat, with his hands on her waist, Niall had whispered to Teyana that it was probably best that he wasn’t driving, because she looked so good he wouldn’t have been able to keep his eyes on the road. The line was cheesy, making Teyana rolls her eyes and she playfully shoved him over, which in turn made him laugh that stupidly adorable laugh he has, more of a cackle than a straight-up laugh, before moving close again.

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Shape of you by Ed sheeran w/ steve?:)

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

A song you were entirely unfamiliar with boomed through the speakers, its rhythmic bass reverberating in the center of your chest as you struggled through the throng of dancing bodies. The tower was overflowing with too many guests for your taste, dancing provocatively and speaking merrily whilst consuming copious amounts of alcohol. The intermingled stench of stale alcohol and sweat paired with the music overwhelmed your senses as you trudged on. Natasha had coaxed you into attending another one of Tony’s infamous parties with her insufferable persistence, reasoning it would be a great time. You had reluctantly agreed, despite wanting nothing more than to be snuggled in bed with your cat, binge watching Criminal Minds after your latest mission. 

Relief washed over you as you finally managed to move past the crowd, catching sight of the bar where you hoped to find some reprieve. You approached and waved down the bartender a little too eagerly, ordering the strongest drink you could muster - a double shot of Patron. You nodded appreciatively as the bartender slid the glass across the wooden bar toward you, gripping it tightly and pressing its cool rim to your lips. You tossed the glass back expertly, gulping down the entirety of the bitter liquid in one swift movement. You hissed as a burning sensation ripped through your throat, half-slamming the empty glass against the bar as you straightened out. 

“I’m not sure whether I should be impressed or concerned.” Steve remarked, his face-splitting grin obvious in the way he spoke. 

“Impressed.” You reassured, turning to meet his blue-green gaze. “Definitely impressed, Cap.” You couldn’t help the suggestive smirk that tugged across your lips as you silently signaled the bartender for another round. 

“At this rate, I’ll be carrying you back to your quarters, Agent.” Steve’s voice fell effortlessly into his Captain’s tone as he crossed his arms knowingly over his ridiculously muscular chest. His biceps bulged deliciously at the action, accentuating his unreal shoulder to waist ratio. You blinked rapidly, turning away from his frame as the bartender slid over two, double shots in your direction.

“If that was supposed to deter me from drinking,” you began, motioning for Steve to join you, “I’m sad to say it’s only encouraged me further, Captain.” You teased, as seductively as you could manage. Steve’s lips matched your mischievous smirk as each of you took your respective shots, tossing them back with ease. 

It was no secret that nearly every agent under his command, both male and female, had the hots for Captain Rogers. It was nearly impossible not to - an enviable physique paired with boyish good looks and old-fashioned charm. Steve however, ever the professional, largely ignored all the affections he received. Yet, something was different between the pair of you. Different enough for you to take notice, but not too different as to alert the others - a flirtatious comment here, a playful nudge there. Over your time under his command, you’d discovered the super soldier was particularly skilled at straddling the line of professionalism loosely. 

“My apologies, M’am.” Steve playfully apologized, raising his hands innocently in the air. “It wasn’t my intention to encourage debauchery.” You quirked a brow as you sucked the lime that accompanied the tequila, your cheeks hallowing around the sour slice. Steve’s tongue jutted out to lick his plump lips at the sight, gaze falling to your lips before reconnecting with your eyes. 

“I quite enjoy debauchery.” You shrugged tossing aside the lime and reaching out to take his hand. “But let’s not talk too much about that.” You added, leading him away from the bar and toward the dancing, grinding bodies. 

“And what do you suggest instead?” Steve leaned forward with the inquiry, his lips by your ear. His hot breath fanned over the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders, desire pooling from your chest down to your toes. You continued forward with Steve following close behind until you reached the center of the crowd. 

“Grab my waist,” you instructed carefully, turning to face Steve, “and follow my lead.” You attributed your sudden bout of courage to a combination of the tequila pumping through your veins and the anonymity of being concealed amongst strangers. 

Steve’s gaze darkened noticeably as his hands slid down the curvature of your body and toward your waist. He gripped you gently and tugged you gingerly closer as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he looked down at you, your eyes fluttering closed as you let the music take over. Your hips swayed and twirled in a tantalizing dance, entrancing Steve as you matched the sensual rhythm of the bass. You moved closer with each movement until you were practically pressed against Steve’s taut, muscular torso. 

“Dancing sure has changed…” Steve muttered breathlessly, his grip tightening around your waist. You chuckled at the proclamation, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.

“You have no idea.” You tempted, pulling teasingly away from Steve’s grip. “Trust me.”

Your movements were fluid and rhythmic as you twirled around, pressing your backside flush against Steve’s torso. He grunted in response, his hands frantically finding your waist once more. His arms wrapped desperately around your middle as you began moving your hips hypnotically against his, your ass rubbing deliciously against his crotch with each sway. You arched your back against his chest, tossing an arm back and craning your neck to look up at him. 

Steve immediately took advantage of the position, pressing his lips against yours as his hips moved hungrily to match yours. The intimacy of the dance deepened with the embrace, your tongues moving in sync with your hips. You broke the embrace and Steve protested with a small whimper, watching with wide eyes as you begin dragging yourself downward. 

“Christ, Y/N.” Steve cursed as you fold neatly in half before him, intensifying the push of your ass against him. His hands move to the small of your back, simultaneously pushing and pulling you into his already stiffening erection. You flip your hair as you begin to straighten back up, leaning back against his shoulder. “You’re going to be the death of me, doll.” Steve adds as his lips fall to the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin.

“I’m in love with the shape of you.” You gasp, half-moaning at the sensation of his lips against your scorching skin. 

“Bedroom?” Steve is just as breathless as you, his member fully erect against you now. 

“Bedroom.”

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Sea mechanic is wonderful and pure just girlfriends being so supportive of each other??? Luna being low-key fascinated by all of Raven's science and tech and Raven being like "all that spiritual stuff pfft so dumb but pls tell me everything right now" both of them being SO INTO EACH OTHER'S STUFF EVEN IF THEY DONT GET IT AT FIRST

Raven falls asleep on the swivel chair in front of the computer and wakes up to the sound of Luna whispering, “computer, show me the jungle. Computer, show me the stars. Computer show me the ocean.” As the screen flashes with images of deep space and the roaring sea, Luna can’t believe the universe is so big. She had never known how much STUFF there was to see. Raven is amused and rolls her chair over to be beside Luna, who is staring, wide-eyed, at a video of a volcano erupting.

“Technology is amazing,” she breathes. “Will that rocket really be able to take you into space?” Raven gives a soft, airy laugh.

“Yup.” She and Luna exchange soft smiles before Raven pulls the computer keyboard away from her companion and out in front of her. “Have you ever seen the moon up close?” The woman shakes her head, although there is a glimmer of fascination in her eyes that gives Raven a rush. “Here, look.” She searches the computer for photos and videos of the moon, each more high def than the last. Luna’s face lights up.

“It’s incredible,” she says. Her face wrinkles in curiosity. “How does it get its light?” She asks, turning her head to the side. “The stars and the sun burn with fire but the moon doesn’t. How is it so bright?

Raven will sit for hours and explain the way the sun’s light is reflected off of the pale surface of the moon. She will talk about how it orbits the earth and how big it is and Luna will drink it all in. Raven eventually mentions how the moon moves the tides of the sea and Luna will smile, thinking to herself how this woman is a moon of her own: Fractured and bright and beautiful. This cosmic girl sways the ocean in her. Luna never knew how much she could love the moon.

In Pursuit of Lunch


@bloatedcrayon and I have a happy au where Lee had all four kids and gets to spend their early years in Suna with Gaara, his loving husband. we spend a tremendous amount of time discussing what a tiny snuggle prince Araya is, and also how he was a big baby with an extreme appetite. sometimes his quest for lunch grew so strong that he saw his sister as getting in the way of his meal. here’s a story about that.

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“Metal, what’s wrong?”

“Papa, Araya is a…,” Metal’s sweet almost-three-year-old voice started to answer.

Gaara waited patiently for his darling child to finish that wholesome thought.

“…fat monster.”

Gaara blinked at his oldest son and shook his head.

“He’s a what?”

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Who Are You?

Prompt: “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

It has started with some very simple, simple things. Harry doesn’t take his tea with cream anymore. He starts drinking it with sugar only. Once Draco tries to make him his usual tea, Harry refuses. And then it escalates to be worse.

At first, Draco ignores all the changes Harry has made, but then it becomes more ridiculous by weeks, and now Draco is worried. Harry stops putting fresh hydrangeas on their dining table. Harry stops taking his tea with cream. Harry stops giving Draco good morning kisses. Harry gets angry if Draco makes a simple tiny mistake, like dropping a mug. Last night, Harry gets angry when Draco tries to cuddle him – he just wanted to help Harry to sleep. Oh, Draco is hurt, so very hurt, but his concerns for Harry overpower every other emotion in his mind.

After a month, Harry becomes miserable, more miserable than what he lets Draco to believe. He closes his personal space, and doesn’t let anyone in, except for the occasional gentle coax from Draco, which he returns with curt one word answers. Draco knows a lot of side of Harry Potter, what scares him is this side looks awfully similar to Harry Potter three months after the war. Cold, calm, but vicious. You touch the wrong button, he’ll bite your hands off. Draco also knows there’s pain and sadness under that dull green eyes. Merlin, how he missed the twinkle in that eyes.

Draco has kept his silent for over a month, but when a shitfaced drunk Harry decides to get home after 2 in morning, then Draco cannot stay in silent any longer. Harry noisily slams the door open and closes it again gentler as the sound hurts his head. Draco is sitting in the sofa, being worried out of his mind, only to be surprised because his fucking boyfriend decides to get drunk without telling him anything. Draco is angry –no, he’s fucking furious he could bite someone’s head off, so he sits silently, watching Harry’s drunken antics with a murderous glare. Harry staggers a little bit, before tripping on his own feet, and lands with his bum on the floor, effectively facing a livid Draco. He has the audacity to grins.

“Hey…o, Malfoy!” Harry slurs his words while grinning. Draco is stunned for a second; Harry is back to calling him Malfoy, but there’s no malice in his eyes. “Youu.. look angryy.” Harry states.

“I am angry.” Draco mumbles as he stands up and walk to Harry, trying to help him stands up.

“Why?” Harry finally asks with his big green eyes, bearing innocent curiosity that almost gets through Draco’s anger. Harry stops walking before tugging Draco’s sleeve with his free hand so that Draco stops to. Draco sighs heavily before looking at the person whom supposed to be his boyfriend. Harry’s eyes stares deeply into Draco’s grey one. “Why?” he repeats in the same tone.

“Because you do this, and because you’re doing whatever you’re doing for the last month and a half.” Draco answers before tugging the hand that is around his shoulder to make them move again. They keep their silent, until Harry is safely tucked on the bed and Draco is leaving the bedroom. Harry catches Draco’s hand before he can move away from the bedside

“Where are you going? Why aren’t you staying?”

“I can’t, Harry, we both know I’ve been crawling out of this bed every midnight to sleep downstairs for the last week.” Harry looks utterly confused and sad.

“Why are you sleeping downstairs? We’re boyfriends, are we not?” Draco sighs again.

“Yes, we’re boyfriends –at least we were until you started pulling all of this stunts.” He mutters the last part. “Doesn’t always mean you want me by your side every night, Harry, and I don’t want to disturb your sleep, as little as it is every night.” Draco answers wearily, this whole thing is hurting him more than he will ever admit. He misses his Harry. “I’m going downstairs, okay, we’ll talk about this tomorrow, please?” he begins pleading –huh, he never thought he can be more pathetic than he already is, but Harry’s expression stutters and he finally lets his vulnerability shows. All Draco’s will to leave is dumped in the nearest bin. Harry’s lower lips start trembling and his green eyes start producing tears, sad eyes stare into Draco.

“I don’t want you to leave. Don’t leave me, please.” His voice cracks and Draco is already kneeling on the floor, holding Harry’s hand tightly while his other hand brushes away the tears. “Don’t leave me, Draco.” Drunken Harry starts to panic. Merlin, what happened to him?

“Hey, hey, shh… calm down, yeah? I’m not leaving; I’m not leaving you anywhere.” Draco tries to say in a gentle voice, fingers keep brushing the leaked tears on Harry’s temple. He moves to his side of the bed, and lies down before hugging Harry to his chest, fingers calmly stroking the black hair in a soothing pace. Harry immediately buries his head on Draco’s chest, tightening his arms around his lover’s waist. Right now, Draco can’t leave –no, he won’t leave. Not when Harry is like this. He lets his protective side to take over when once again he sees Harry as a young, vulnerable, lost little boy he once met in Madam’s Malkin when they were 11. This Harry is Draco’s to protect; he won’t let any harm tears Harry down until he is left in that 11 years old boy vulnerable state. They will have to kill him first before they can touch that boy.

“Stay, Draco, promise me you won’t leave me behind.” Harry finally whispers in his chest.

“I’m here, I won’t leave you until you ask me to do so, I promise.” Only then Harry lets himself be swayed by the gentle numbness of alcohol, let himself be consumed by the darkness, knowing with certain that his Draco will pulls him out and saves him.

*

Draco didn’t sleep at all that night. He waited until the sun rises, before letting Harry goes from his embrace. They need to talk, immediately, and knowing it’s Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, their talk could be the start of something chaotic. It could be the start of their end. So, Draco sits beside Harry on the bed, and waits until his lover wakes up with a glass of water and a hangover potion ready in his hands. Huh, he must have look like a fright right now.

After a few moments, Harry finally groans before slapping the pillow to cover his head. Judging from his state, he won’t remember anything from last night. Draco decides to be kind and closes the curtain on their windows –not much longer now it will be back to Harry’s windows, or Potter’s window. Draco shoves the phial of hangover potion into Harry’s hand, who finally decides to sit up and drinks the potions and water in a very quick pace until he’s coughing. Draco’s hand moves unintentionally to pat his back, but stops before it can reach anything, afraid that Harry will once again get mad at him, which in the end will delay their talk.

“You okay?” Draco still asks though. Softly, gently, in a careful tone. That’s when Harry’s eyes finally catch Draco’s figure.

“You look like shit.” Harry mutters before snapping his eyes into other directions beside Draco’s eyes. Draco actually smiles at that.

“Yeah, you should look in the mirror.” Harry stays silent, picking at the loose thread on their –Harry’s coverlet. “Harry, we need to talk. And I know your head is probably spitting right now, so please just hear me out. I love you, Harry James Potter, I do, but I cannot stay if you keep these stunts up. I don’t know what happened to you, I don’t know what has gone so wrong until you act like this, and you don’t explain. You shut me out for the last month and a half, you don’t talk to me, you changed your way of life, Harry, you worried me so much, but when I went out of my way to understand and try to fix it, you got mad at me. I want to understand your problems, Harry, I don’t want you to bear it alone, but I can’t do that if one day you just suddenly shut me out like I’m nothing! Who are you? I don’t even know who you are anymore! I am your boyfriend, aren’t I? Then talk to me, let me be a part of your life.” Draco finally stops talking and stares expectantly at Harry. After a few moments, it’s clear that Harry will keep his silent. Draco moves closer to him, forcing Harry to look at his eyes. “If you don’t want to talk, I’ll draw my own conclusion. Don’t blame me, if my conclusion is so far off the truth. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m sorry if it’s because of me. You won’t let me in, you get mad at me, Harry, your behavior is scarily similar to the Harry Potter three months post war. I want to take off your burden, and judging by your actions, I am that burden. If you want this off, then we can call it off, Harry, I’ll understand, but don’t go so far to push me away and change the way you are. I am not worth for you to change your whole life. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want, but don’t hurt me more than it should have hurt. Stop this outrageous behavior, put cream on your tea just as you like it, put those fresh hydrangeas on the dining table just because it smells nice to you, eat your pancake with honey instead of butter, go to that small coffee shop every Saturday morning because of their heavenly Danish. Don’t ever change your life to push someone, especially me, away, I’m not worth it.” Draco stares deeply into the green orbs. He knows he’s crying, but tears be damned, he needs Harry to understand that Harry’s happiness is more important than anything, more than them being together.

For the second time that day, Draco saw the lost 11 years old boy inside Harry Potter. Now there’s no alcohol to excuse his behavior, but Harry still cries and hugs the boy in front of him. His sobs are filling the silent home as Draco crouches down and once again let Harry seeks shelter inside his embrace.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Harry keeps saying between sobs, Draco can only soothingly run his hand through his lover’s hair.

“It’s okay, Harry, it’s okay… I’ll leave before afternoon, and you won’t be bothered ever again by my presence, yeah? It’s okay, I understand.” Draco says softly while freeing himself from Harry’s tight grip. “Come on, don’t cry, I will pack my belongings, okay?” Draco wipes the tear out of Harry’s cheeks, but Harry’s eyes turns to panic, and before Draco can move Harry already has his arm circling Draco’s waist.

“No! What are you doing?! Don’t leave, please, don’t leave!” Draco sighs, emotional Harry is something you’ll rarely see but sometimes it can be a pain in the arse, especially when Draco is already hurting enough. Harry looks at the cerulean eyes before making their height equal, eyes to eyes, knees to knees in the bed. Harry cups Draco’s face in his hands. “You promised me you won’t leave me behind.” Harry pleads softly.

“Until you want me to leave, Harry.”

“I don’t want you to leave. Stay, please, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, but please, stay.” Now Draco gets angry.

“Harry, if you want to play with my feelings, now is not the time. Let me go. I won’t accept your behavior without any explanations, you won’t give me any explanations, so then I took my own conclusions, and now you won’t let me leave? What do you want, Potter? Do you want me to beg so you let me leave? Is that what you need to see?” Draco challenges the green eyes.

“No, I’m sorry, I’ll explain everything, please, I just don’t want you to leave…”

“Fine! Talk to me, then.” Draco detangled himself from Harry’s palms and lands his bum on the bed, waiting Harry to do the same, waiting Harry to open up to him again.

“A month and a half ago, I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating, panicking, because this scar was once again giving me pain.” Harry sighs wearily, his defenses crumble down, and now Draco can see how exhausted Harry has been. His eyes are full of fear, and the bags underneath it give him a haughty look. “I got so afraid. I am still very afraid.” Harry pulls his knees to his chest and buries his face on them. Draco scoots closer, hand finally reaching to give Harry’s arm a squeeze. After awhile, he finally looks at Draco with haunted eyes. Draco hates it. “Then, I remind myself that I have responsibilities, and you are at the top of my priorities. You were right, I wanted to push you away from my life, making you fly far away from here, tucked safely on the other part of the world and not beside me. I need to make sure that you will not be here if Voldemort is actually back.” Draco looks at him with so much pain in his eyes.

“You do understand that this revelation hurts me more than what you have done for the last month, don’t you?” Harry refuses to look at him.

“At least you’ll be safe.” He mutters.

“Harry James Potter, I was a coward once, I won’t let you shaped me into that coward once again. You have no right to choose the battles that I want to fight. If that moment comes, I will stand beside you, righting the wrong decisions I had ever chose. You are never alone, and I won’t let you ever be alone in the war even if you ask for it. When I saw you that day, lifeless in Hagrid’s hands, do you know what thought that comes into my mind?” Harry shakes his head. “I thought what is the point living in a world without Harry Potter? So, I went back to Voldemort, knowing I’ll be dead anyway the next day.” Draco chuckles a bit, “but then you came back to life, so I throw you my wand and fight for the right side. I thought then dying when fighting on your side is worth so much more than dying on the mercy of Voldemort’s hands. So, I fought. And I won’t change my mind if he comes back again, I rather die by fighting him then die because of his mercy, even though you’re dead.” Now Harry looks at Draco with some sort of awe in his yes. Some sort of awe that Draco doesn’t believe he deserves, even until now.

“I thought I was strong enough to let you leave, you know? But yesterday you just looked so angry and so done with me, but even then I can see the concern behind your eyes. I knew then I won’t survive anything if you leave me behind. I cannot live without seeing that great concern of yours directed only for me, I cannot imagine how I would live if one day you look at me with actual hate instead of your concerns –hell I take your petty arrogance and sneer any day instead of hate. So, I beg you to stay, Draco, I’m still begging you to stay.”

“One, don’t choose the path for my life. Two, don’t push me away. Three, you need to make this up for me for the rest of your life. Seriously, you need to be grateful when I bless you with my presence, and you need to please me every day, and just –Merlin, just don’t do any of these stunts anymore or I will hang you by your bollocks from the ceiling.” Draco looks at Harry in half threatening half stern kind of way, and Harry can’t stop smiling.

“Your wish is my command, Your Majesty.” Draco finally smiles.

“Good, now kiss me before I die of your kiss deprivation. Seriously how could you live without kissing me for the last month, Harry, do you even love me?!” Draco starts asking with his dramatic flare, until Harry seals his mouth with a breathtaking kiss.

“You have no idea how hard it is, Draco Malfoy, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Drarry Drabble for @hogwartsschoolnet‘s Twenty Years of Harry Potter

My very first ship (Hufflepuff Member’s Content)

Also dedicated to @outtacuppa and @alphacentxuri for whom I owe a good story. Not that this one is very good, but it’s a progress from the shitty drabble that I made.

anonymous asked:

I've low-key got this HC that Mikael and Yousef call each other cute boy all the time after the comment Yousef's actor left 👀👀 Could you write something about it please I'm dying

this turned into something way more rambly than i intended to i apologise but these two kill me OKAY SO:

the first time yousef calls mikael ‘cute boy’, it’s before they started going out; before their first kiss, their first date, their first…well, their first anything. they’re in the little bit before any of that; where they’re sharing lingering looks, shy smiles, nervous laughter. and they’re always looking desperately for excuses to spend time with one another. 

which is how they ended up here. yousef asked mikael if mikael could come over and help him study, because he’s been struggling with maths and he knows it’s a subject mikael is really good at (okay, so yousef is low-key doing just fine in maths, and he probably doesn’t need any help but. you know.). 

and the thing is, mikael can concentrate for hours. he gets immersed in his work, quietly engrossed in it all, but yousef…he’s easily distracted at the best of times, but he can’t concentrate on much at all when mikael’s around. and he’s staring, a lot; resting his chin on his hand, arm leant on the table, just looking at mikael, whose brows are furrowed in concentration as he teases a pencil between his teeth, using his fingers to add up the answer to an equation they’ve been stuck on for the last ten minutes. his hair is tucked behind his ears kind of messily, all sticking out at various angles and yousef just thinks that mikael is so. darn. cute. 

and then mikael catches yousef staring. yousef isn’t really embarrassed - he’s caught mikael staring at him a thousand times before too - and besides, neither of them really get embarrassed around each other. not really. 

but right now, because they’re still so in awe of each other and not quite there yet, they still get nervous around each other. so mikael lets out this kind of shy laugh; he takes his pencil out of his mouth and tucks it behind his ear, still looking at yousef. and yousef is just going to explode from it all and honestly, it’s a little embarrassing how neither of them can suppress their smiles when they’re around each other.

“what?” mikael asks, grinning.

yousef is grinning too; wide like an idiot. “nothing,” he says. he cocks his head, folding his arms over his chest, sitting back in his chair, eyes still locked on mikael. “you’re just cute, that’s all.”

and well, mikael doesn’t really know how to respond other than raising his eyebrows and saying, “cute? cute?” 

“yeah, cute,” yousef says confidently. 

and mikael just. kind of gets ridiculously red and can’t stop smiling, but he’s not actually saying anything. just lets the smile grow bigger and bigger until a laugh bubbles out of him, shaking his head in disbelief.

“we should get back to the question,” mikael says, and he goes to tuck some stray bits of hair behind his ear but he forgets he already put his pencil there, and he knocks it to the floor, and they both reach for it at once and it’s such a cliche movie moment - like seriously, mikael half expects even to come out with a camera or something - but yousef moves forward even more, and says, “don’t worry, cute boy, i’ve got it,” as he picks the pencil up and hands it back to mikael.

and mikael just. sits back. tucks his hair behind his ear again - yousef will soon learn that that’s something mikael does when he’s nervous and doesn’t know what to do with his hands - and he stutters out a little laugh. and yousef would quite like to record that laugh and keep it playing in his mind for hours. 

instead, though, he pulls his chair so it’s closer to mikael’s - like, really close, so their shoulders and knees are touching - and they start up their work again. but this time it’s mikael who is distracted; he folds his arms, breathing a little heavier - or maybe it’s just because they’re sat so close together now, so his breathing just seems louder - but yousef can feel mikael’s eyes on him. and he just smiles to himself, then smiles at mikael, too, and then they lean in even closer over their homework, heads millimetres away from touching, and okay, yes, they were originally working on two separate sheets of paper, but neither of them are going to move now. because this closeness is something they could both get used to. something that, very soon, they’ll experience a lot more of. but right now, it’s still nervous smiles and lingering touches, and quickening heartbeats when they see each other. 

and that’s kind of perfect, too.

anonymous asked:

drabble prompt for malec: "who was your first kiss, alexander?"

worth the wait | malec | 350 words

Magnus gives an exaggerated shudder as he finishes his story and Alec laughs louder than is probably warranted, the wine he’s been drinking loosening his tongue even as it makes his limbs heavy, leaning further into Magnus as the night progresses.

Magnus drops the playful grimace he had affected for his tale and smiles softly at Alec, tracing lines against his forearm, his arm still wrapped around Alec’s shoulders from the moment they had settled down on the couch together.

Alec can’t help but think this might be the best night of his life. It’s not that they’ve done anything particularly exciting, but even just sitting here talking, slowly getting to know one another, it’s… indescribable, honestly. He never thought he’d get to have this.

So of course the next words out of Magnus’s mouth have to ruin it.

“What about you, darling?” Magnus asks. “Who was your first kiss?”

Alec feels the blush creeping up his neck almost immediately. He remembers Magnus’s initial shock – and dismay? – when he first realized Alec had never been in a relationship before. He swallows thickly.

“Alexander?” Magnus prompts softly, his smile becoming a tiny bit guarded as he realizes something’s wrong.

Alec clears his throat lightly and plays with one of the rings on Magnus’s hand, twisting it back and forth to give himself something to do besides look at Magnus’s face.

“I don’t have to tell you that story, you were there,” Alec says eventually, trying for a joking tone that doesn’t quite land.

“Was I?” Magnus says, the confusion evident in his voice. Then after a beat it must click, because he lets out a soft breath and squeezes Alec’s arm gently.

“Alec-”

“Don’t,” Alec asks softly, finally looking back up at Magnus’s face. “I just- please?”

Magnus eyes light with understanding and he drops a soft kiss to Alec’s forehead before settling back and filling the growing silence with another outrageous tale. Alec listens to Magnus’s voice and eventually lets himself breathe again.

It may have taken him awhile to get here, he thinks, but Magnus was worth the wait.