i thought he was sweet

“did he break your heart?”

“no, i don’t think so,” she answers, but she sounds uncertain. the question’s made her reconsider.

after a moment, she says, “he hurt me. there’s no use in denying that.”

he looks at her. “how badly?”

she shrugs, looks down at her shoes. “enough to make me cry. enough… just enough. he hurt me enough.”

he blinks, and rolls a lighter between his fingers. he’s not a smoker, but she is, and he thought he would give it to her, maybe. just to try and get through to her. “did you love him?”

she laughs at this, and tucks her knees into her chest, “nah, not even close.” she sighs, “i could have though, i think.” her eyes darken, “if he’d given me the chance to.”

he’s unsure of how to respond, so he hands her the lighter. “it’s for you,” he mumbles, and she smiles for a fleeting second, takes it from his grasp, and then hands it back.

“no thanks,” she says, and then explains, “i’m trying to quit. i wanna go somewhere, live a long time. can’t do that if i smoke, ya know?”

“yeah, i know, i just thought–”

she squeezes his hand, “i know what you thought, and it’s sweet. you’re sweet.”

he smiles, and for a moment, she smiles back at him. then it slides off her face, and he waits for her to speak.

“it just, it just sucks getting fucked over, ya know?” she runs a hand through her hair, “like, he was so important. it wasn’t that i wanted to date him or any of that, but he was just important. he used to say that i was important too, and that’s what hurts the most, i think. the fact that he just randomly decided that i wasn’t anymore.”

he opens his mouth, but she keeps going. “so i guess, in a way, he might have broken my heart. not enough for me to feel it for a long time, but just enough to remind me that he meant something to me and he fucking walked away.”

“he hurt you enough,” he echoes her previous words.

“yeah, yeah,” she wipes a tear away with the palm of her hand, “he hurt me enough.”

—  “excerpts from a book i’ll never write #2” -c.h. // Instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
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Can A Snake Be Sweet? // Sweet Pea x Reader

A/N: I haven’t written fanfic like this in going on three years so bear with me, please, while i try to find my bearings. If you’d like a part two i’d be more than happy to go on and do that for you guys. Thank you for reading!

Summary: After getting caught on Serpents territory Sweet Pea offers her a ride back home, Jughead’s trailer, since it’s dark but when they get there Jughead isn’t there so they end up at Sweet Pea’s trailer for the night. 
Word Count: 2047
Warning(s): Mention of alcoholism.

“Let go of me,” she yelled yanking her arm away from the much stronger males grip. 

“What do you think you’re doing here? Eavesdropping on a Serpent initiation, that’s the type of thing that gets you into trouble on this side of town,” his eyes had a menacing look in them as he got closer and closer to her with every word. 

 “I didn’t know it was some initiation, or whatever, i was just making sure Jughead was okay.” Y/N defended as she took a step back to keep some space between herself and him. 

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My thoughts on 13 Reasons Why Characters (Contains Spoilers)

Hannah Baker: I hate everything that happened to Hannah.Those terrible scenes just grabbed my heart and crumbled it into dust. She went through so much and felt like she had no one to talk to. Majority of her friends just betrayed her except for Clay Jenkins. The only thing about Hannah that I found messed up about her was that she pushed away the one person that actually wanted to be there for her. 

Clay Jensen: I felt bad for him, having to hear about the awful things done to the person he loved and watching him struggle to try and get justice for her. I just wished he was able to overcome the fear he had when talking to Hannah and told her how he really felt. There was that moment where he was a dick to her when she tried to talk about the car accident and he completely shut her down. 

Tony: Ever since the beginning i got this mysterious vibe off Tony and i didn’t really like it but i realized it was all for Hannah and honoring what she wanted, I’m really glad he decided to show Ms. Baker the tapes even though I was dying for him to tell her sooner.

Jeff Atkins: OMG WHY?!? JUSTICE FOR JEFF TOO! He had absolutely nothing to do with the tapes and all he wanted was Clay to be happy and to be with Hannah. He was such a sweet guy who definitely didn’t need to go. 

Jessica Davis: I loved her, then i hated her, and then I felt really bad for her and like Hannah I hope Jessica gets the justice she deserves. I really liked her at the beginning, she was such a cool person and her and Hannah were so so similar. They had that friendship, where you can consider each other sisters. But then I hated how she automatically blamed Hannah instead of Alex for the list that he made and then blamed her for end of their break-up. She didn’t even try to listen to Hannah. And I hated that she didn’t want to see justice for a girl who was once her friend. But then it all started to make sense and it was because she was fed a soup full of lies by her boyfriend. 

Justin Foley: I feel like Justin Foley actually does have a good heart but he just didn’t make the right decisions. I loved how much he cared about Jessica but what he did to her was completely awful. But, it killed me when he called out to his mom after her boyfriend just choked her son and she just walked away. And what really also got to me was when he told Jessica about almost jumping and said he couldn’t because he was thinking about her almost made me forget about what he did but then Jessica told him off, and I remembered the pain he helped cause her. It’s clear that what he did was eating him up inside (as it should) and now he just has to live with that

Bryce aka dickshit: FUCK HIM. HOPE HE CREMATES IN HELL. If you watched the show, i’m pretty sure this is all I need to say about that disgusting animal. 

Courtney Crimsen: Hate her. Hated her. And still hate her. I understand she didn’t want people knowing she was lesbian but that was no reason to throw Hannah under the bus. Coming out is hard, especially when you go to school with a bunch of judgmental, immature idiots but that’s still not a justification for what she did. And then i absolutely hated her when she tried to stand up and protect Bryce like he wasn’t a rapist who raped not only Hannah but Jessica too. I get she was lying to herself about him not be a rapist so she wouldn’t have to consider herself a lesbian but she just needed to finally admit the truth to herself. 

Sheri: I liked her and….. i don’t hate her. She should’ve called the cops but I understand her reasons her hitting and running a stop sign. She was scared. But she should’ve never left an slightly intoxicated Hannah there after she offered her a ride. But i do feel like Sherri has her heart in the right place by hanging around the old man who got in the accident and by finally going to the police. 

Alex Standall: I hated him for making the list and letting Jessica be mad at Hannah for it. But he was the only one who actually had a brain in the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. He was the first one to actually wanted to tell the truth and accept the punishments. He was also a sweet character and I really hope he isn’t dead. 

Zach: I thought he was sweet too. But i didn’t like how he didn’t speak up for Hannah and actually take into consideration that she needed help, but i can’t really blame him for the fact that he was scared and it’s hard to know that there’s something wrong with someone and actually being able to help them. Knowing that there’s something really dark about a person and just freezing up with fear and not knowing what to do. And what people do in situations like this is they take the easy way out and just ignore it and act like it never happened. But i truly think he actually liked Hannah. 

Tyler: Fucking creep. Seriously he should have his camera shattered into a million and one pieces. And i know this is just a theory but i just wanna put this out there and most of you are probably thinking this too but i’m pretty sure Tyler shot Alex. He had all those guns and he took down Alex’s picture. It makes sense. Anyways, i don’t understand why he was trying so hard to try and get into the  ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. I think he’s a psychopath and that side of him will unravel in season two of this show.  

Marcus Cole: I thought he was actually a nice guy when he asked Hannah to go out with him and then once he came and hour late and sexually assaulted Hannah that’s when I hated him. He cared wayy to much about his reputation. 

Ryan: self-centered douche bag. The only moment i’ll applaud him is when he shut Courtney down when she tried to deny Bryce was a rapist. I saw his point on having her poem open to the world and about her struggles reaching out and connecting to other people’s problem but it was personal and he should’ve asked for permission. 

Mr. Porter: What’s the point of having a guidance counselor if they’re not going to help guide you out of your problems?? I’m happy he felt bad for not being able to stop what Hannah did to herself. Out of all these people, he was the only one that actually gets paid to help people out of their problems   

We’re Not Friends

Overview: That’s why friends should sleep in other beds. And friends shouldn’t kiss me like you do. (Sirius Black x Reader)

Word Count: About 2,500.

Warning(s): Mentions of nightmares (not in depth, though), cuddling, and shirtless Sirius.

Author’s Note: In which both the reader and Sirius have nightmares only the fire can soothe. Based on Ed Sheeran’s, “Friends.” Listen below. :)

You weren’t friends.

Not exactly, at least. You smiled at him when you passed by in the halls, he chatted you up during Charms lessons, you even asked him for help on an essay. Despite Sirius’ notorious reputation, you were civilized around each other. You would go as far as to consider yourselves acquaintances.

But you weren’t friends.

There was no way you could be friends with someone who broke your friend’s heart with no sign of remorse. Sirius was cocky and arrogant–someone who walked around as if he expected others to bow down before him. He was entitled. He was trouble. He was fire and you were determined not to get burned.

But at night was when his facade fell apart.

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My Protector, p2

Originally posted by roadtoriverdale

Paring: female reader x Sweet Pea

Word count: 1496

Warnings: Cursing, slight stalking?

Season: 2

Request: none, just getting started :)

Short Note: you are Archie’s twin sister but went with your mom when they divorced, but when you came back after your dad got shot, you chose to stay with him and your Brother.

The Tall boy, Sweet Pea I now know, then speaks with a smile.

“(Y/N), you are now an honorary member of the Southside Serpents. Welcome.”

“Wait, what does that mean?” I speak up.

Toni puts the last bandage on my elbow and smiles at me, “This means that the serpents will have your back, no one will be able to get to you without going through us first. You’re basically part of us now, without having to go through all the formalities.”

Nodding my head I try to let this sink in. The Hood is after me for unknown reasons, Archie is basically starting a gang, and oh yeah, I kinda just joined one myself.

“Okay.” I finally find words and start to talk again. “So, if i’m not safe at home, where am I supposed to stay? And the schools not safe, so I can’t go there either. What am I supposed to tell my dad? Archie? I’m kinda freaking out here.” I burrow my head in my hands and take a few deep breaths.

“We will park a car by your house with serpent surveillance 24/7 and will try to have someone to walk you to and from school everyday so you’ll never be alone. As for your dad and brother, just don’t tell them anything. Make them think that everything is normal, that you don’t know anything.” Sweet Pea takes a seat beside me and lays a hand on my back to comfort me.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna go home and change, i’ll just stay home then and say I got sick or something, idk. This is just a lot to take in right now.”

As I stand and start walking a hand grabs my arm, but a lot gentler than before. Turning, I see that it was Sweet Pea.

“Um, did you just hear my speech on always having someone with you? You’re not going anywhere alone, I’ll come with you.” He shifts from foot to foot and I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach. Before I had a chance to respond, Jughead and Toni come over.

“Yeah. we’ll all go, you really shouldn’t be alone right now. Jug, want to ride my bike with me?” Toni asks, Jughead nodded and together they walk ahead of Sweet Pea and I. Before we reached the doors he turned to me. “So I guess that means your with me, have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?” He smirks at my horrified expression. “I’ll take that look as a no, come on, it’ll be fun.” With a smile he placed a hand on my lower back and guided me forward.

The effect that that one small gesture had on me was almost overwhelming. My breath caught in my throat and I swear I was flying for a split second. I had known this guy for less than 30 minutes and I was already falling for him, hard.

He removed his hand when we got to his bike and he handed me a helmet. I shakily placed it on my head and got on the bike behind him. Not sure what exactly to do with my hands he grabbed them and put them around his middle. “Hold on tight, and relax, I just promised to protect you, you don’t have anything to worry about.” Thankful that he couldn’t see the blush blooming on my face I shut my eyes tight and squeezed my arms tighter around him.

The bike roared to life and when he took off I let out a muffled scream, wow, smooth (y/n).

After a few minutes of hiding my face in his back I slowly lifted my head and looked around. Everything was whizzing by so quickly, but the experience was overall breathtaking. With more confidence I let out a laugh and threw my head back, now enjoying the wind rushing past us. I could feel Sweet Pea shaking with laughter in front of me so I went back to holding on tight, now resting my head on his back.

The ride was over all too soon as Sweet Pea followed Toni and Jughead into my drive. Showing them where they could park their bikes so no one would be able to see them, I then took them inside.

“Dad? Archie?” I called into the house, making sure they still hadn’t come home. After not hearing a response I showed them all in.

Looking at the time I saw it was a little before noon, so school wouldn’t get out for a few more hours.

“Um, i’m going to take a quick shower and change, so please make yourself at home.” With that I almost ran upstairs to my room, grabbed a new set of clothes, then proceeded to the bathroom. It wasn’t until I was in the shower that I was finally broke down and cried. Letting the water pour down on me I allowed the tears to stream down my face. How did I get myself into this mess?

When the water got cold I turned it off and stepped out. Getting dressed I examined my minor wounds in the mirror, how do I explain these to Archie? Shaking my head I returned to my room, jumping a little when I saw Sweet Pea laying in my bed.

“Oh shit, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he laughed as I rolled my eyes and recomposed myself. “Jughead and Toni went to grab something for lunch, I think Pop’s.”

I nodded and threw my old clothes in the hamper.

“You don’t talk much do you?” He speaks again. I took a seat at the end of my bed before responding. “Eh, Just have to get comfortable around the person first. I’ve also had a pretty weird day so far.” I laugh a little under my breath before continuing. “Thanks for what you did back at the school, agreeing to protect me and all.”

“Yeah sure, I couldn’t just stand by and watch such a beautiful girl fall apart in front of me,” his words made me blush. “Plus, it was the least I could do after I grabbed and hurt your already wounded arm, how’s it looking?” He asked and scooted closer to me, now we were side by side, our legs slightly touching.

I pushed the sleeve of my shirt up and he gently took hold of it, examining it closely. My skin tingled where his fingertips brushed, my breath once again catching in my throat. My hopes of him not hearing it fell when his eyes darted up and met my own. His beautiful brown eyes stared into my own and I subtly saw his head move forward a bit. I’m honestly not sure what would have happened next if we wouldn’t have been interrupted by my phone ringing.

The both of us were pulled out of the trance we were in and I quickly grabbed my phone to see who the ass was that just ruined this. The caller ID was blocked and when I looked up to see what Sweet Pea thought he just shrugged his shoulders, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

I slid the answer button across the screen and put the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I answered, an annoyed tone laced in my voice.

“Hello (y/n). Have you gotten my note?” A man’s voice filled my ear and I almost dropped my phone. Putting it on speaker phone I grabbed onto Sweet Pea’s arm and replied.

“Who is this?” though I already knew the answer.

“Oh sweetie, you and I both know you already know who this is, are you really going to make me say it?” Sweet Pea’s eyes widened and he put his hand over my own. When I didn’t respond, the Black Hood took it upon himself to.

“Do you really think that those Serpents can protect you? You really think you can stay hidden from me? You’ve seemed to get really close with the one in your room right now, what’s his name?” I could hear the smile in his voice when Sweet Pea took the phone to hung up for me. He then quickly ran to my window and closed the curtain.

Hearing a noise downstairs he stepped in front of me and pulled out a small knife. Scared out of my mind I grabbed his hand and stayed behind him. We both turn the corner towards the stairs and come face to face with none other than Toni and Jughead.

“WOAH SWEETS WHAT THE HELL?” Jughead takes a step back to avoid being stabbed.

The both of us let out a breath we didn’t know we were holding. Quickly remembering why I was so scared to begin with, I quickly ran to lock all the doors and windows. While closing the last window, I noticed a piece of paper taped to the outside.

“Sweet Pea,” was all I was able to get out. The fear I was feeling was paralyzing.

I felt a presence behind me and felt his arm reach around me to grab the note before closing the curtain.

“Okay, i’m sorry but can someone please explain what tHE HELL is going on here?” Toni spoke up.

“He called.” was all I could muster.

Well here’s the long anticipated part 2! Hope you like it, let me know what you think!! 

That Awkward Moment When – Part 2

John Laurens x Reader

Words: 4,007


Tag: @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky @dorkyfeminist @katelynsamaisnotonfire

A/N: WELL HERE IT IS. THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER, DON’T GET TOO CRAZY KIDS. Okay but forrealthis might be a piece of trash come yell at me I’m all ears. I hope this doesn’t disappoint, I’m sorry, YOU ALL ARE SO SO AMAZING. ENJOY.

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Hey!!! I reallyyyy love your writing it's so cute and I just really like it!!❤️I was wondering if you could write one where dracos rly eccentric/weird and he's really funny to be around but everyone's like ://?? But harry finds it rly cute!!! Thankssss xxx

Thank you so much, sweetie!! ❤️️ Maybe you already forgot you sent me that ask because it took me sooooo looooong to answer it lol. I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind but maybe you’ll still like it? Anyway, thank you so much for sending me that prompt :) I had loads of fun with it :) ❤️️

“No, no, not this one!”

Harry watched as his flatmate rushed over to the kitchen cabinet and wrenched the mug Blaise was holding out of his hands.

“What’s wrong with this one?” Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow. Draco bit his lip, while cradling the mug like it was his most prized possession.

“You just can’t use this one, okay?” he snapped. “What if you break it?”

Harry silently sipped his tea as the two Slytherins in his kitchen started bickering.

”No, not that one either!”

It wasn’t exactly unusual behaviour. And Harry was used to it by now. He and Draco had been flatmates for over a year and Draco always seemed a bit touchy about his things. Curiously enough, he never snapped at Harry about it. Only at his friends. And Harry’s friends.

“You’re being a brat, Draco,” Blaise muttered. “I just want some tea but apparently that is too much to ask.”

“Here, you can take this one,” Draco announced, pointing to the only mug left in the cabinet. “I don’t care much for that one anyway.”

“Hey! I gave you that one!” Pansy entered the kitchen with a scowl on her face. Draco just shrugged, flicked his wand once to set the kettle on the stove and to send the mugs flying back into the cabinet.

“You’re spoiling him,” Blaise said to Harry, sitting down at the table opposite of him.

“What? What do I have to do with any of this?” Harry protested.

“You’re spoiling him,” Blaise repeated. “You’re allowing this… this behaviour.”

“Allowing?” Harry echoed. “Excuse me, but what exactly do you think we are doing here? We’re just flatmates. I’m not the boss of him.”

“He most certainly isn’t,” Draco chimed in, plopping down on the chair next to Harry.

“Right,” Pansy snorted. “Say, Potter, have you fought with Draco since you moved in together? I mean a real, full-on fight .”

Harry thought about it for a second, an obvious ‘Yes’ on the tip of his tongue. But the more he thought about it, the more he realised they hadn’t had a big fight at all. Sure, they had argued about a few things here and there but it had been nothing like their fights in school.

Pansy seemed to take Harry’s silence as the answer she had been expecting and smirked.

“See? You have Draco wrapped around your little finger,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“Pansy, will you shut up?” Draco growled. “That is preposterous.”

“Oh, is it?” Blaise grinned.

Draco ignored him and went over to the stove to prepare their tea. While the blond was out of earshot, Blaise leaned closer to Harry.

“You really shouldn’t encourage his OCD.”

“OCD?” Harry’s eyes widened.


“I know what it means,” Harry interrupted Pansy. “Draco doesn’t have OCD.”

Pansy and Blaise exchanged meaningful looks before turning their attention back to Harry.

“You can’t deny he’s totally obsessed with you,” Pansy smirked.

“And you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed how he freaks out whenever something isn’t in the place he’s intended it to,” Blaise remarked.

Harry frowned, not sure he had noticed.

“You really are thick, Potter,” Blaise sighed. He looked around the room until he spotted something on the shelf. With one nod of his head, the clock he had fixed his eyes on flew across the room and landed on one of the windowsills. Grinning to himself, Blaise leaned back in his seat and winked at Harry.

“Now just wait and observe.”

“He’s not going to freak out,” Harry insisted.

He watched Draco closely as he returned to the table, levitating three mugs in front of him. When Blaise made a grab for the dark red one, Draco slapped his hand away.

“I told you, not that one. That’s mine.”

Blaise rolled his eyes and took the white one, hovering beside his head.

“What’s so special about the red one?” he muttered darkly.

“I bought that a month after we moved here. It makes me think of Ha-” Draco stopped abruptly, his body going rigid. “Um… Halloween! It makes me think of Halloween!”

Blaise and Pansy started snickering, elbowing each other. Harry wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Yeah, of course it would have such a special meaning to you, if it reminds you of Ha-lloween,” Blaise said teasingly.

Draco quickly looked away, wrinkling his eyebrows.

“Shut up, Blaise, you- Hey! What is the clock doing on the windowsill? That’s not where it’s supposed to be!” He whirled around in his seat. “Which one of you two did it?” he said, zeroing in on his Slytherin friends.

“What makes you think we did it?” Pansy said, her tone as sweet as sugar.

“Harry would never do something like that,” Draco announced decisively. Harry blinked at that.

“Never mind who did it,” Blaise said with a dismissive gesture. “The question is, can you leave it there? I bet you can’t.”

Draco bit his lip. Harry saw that his right hand was twitching. He obviously didn’t want to leave it there but he probably wanted to prove to Blaise that he was wrong.

“Come on, stop being so childish,” Harry murmured to Blaise and levitated the clock back to its original place on the shelf. Draco let out a little sigh of relief and gave Harry a grateful look.

“See, Blaise, this is why he’s my flatmate, not you,” Draco snapped.

“Sure, that’s the only reason,” Blaise snorted. His eyes wandered over to Harry, scrutinising him. “I really have no idea how you put up with him.”

Harry barked out a laugh and shook his head.

“He’s a great flatmate. It’s always clean, I never have to worry about the fridge being empty, he always makes sure I have my favourite tea… One time, he yelled at a salesperson because they didn’t have it in stock.” Harry chuckled to himself while Draco slid down in his seat, looking slightly embarrassed. “I thought it was rather sweet. I mean, sure he has a few quirks. He always insists I use the blanket he got for me when I’m on the sofa, although we have, like, five. But I don’t mind. It’s a nice blanket. It has little Snitches on it. Sometimes he massages my shoulders, but he never lets me reciprocate. I keep telling him I’m not as clumsy as I was in school but I guess he doesn’t believe me.”

Harry was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice the raised eyebrows, the looks the Slytherins were giving him or the way Draco had turned beet red.

“Oh, and I have to be at home on Thursdays by seven o’clock, because he cooks dinner and doesn’t like it when I’m late. But, I mean, the one time I was late was only because there were so many people in the pastry shop when I wanted to pick up these little cupcakes Draco likes so much.” When Harry’s words were only met with silence, he finally looked up and realised he had been babbling. “Oh, I’m sorry, Draco, I didn’t mean to-”

“So,” Pansy said, drumming her perfectly manicured fingers on the table. “How long have you two been secretly dating? And why didn’t you tell us?”  

Harry’s mouth fell open as he gaped at Pansy.

“What?” he spluttered.

“We’re not dating,” Draco muttered darkly. “If we were dating, we would be kissing and… stuff.”

This time, Harry didn’t miss the undertone in Draco’s voice, although he wasn’t exactly sure how to interpret it.

“Do you want us to kiss and… stuff?”

The kitchen went completely silent as three pairs of eyes fixed on Draco, who kept staring at the mug in his hands.

“I… um… Well, I guess I wouldn’t be completely… Um, that is to say, I-”

“Hold on, is that why you wouldn’t come out of your room for a week, after I told you about that date I had with a Muggle a few months ago?”

Draco didn’t answer but kept staring at his mug.

“Oh, is that why you haven’t been dating at all while we have been living together?” Harry thought about other signs there might have been that hadn’t seemed strange at the time. Wait, there was one thing that had seemed very strange. “Oh my God, is that why all the towels seem to magically disappear from time to time when I come out of the shower?”

Draco let his head fall back and made a strangled noise, while Blaise and Pansy keeled over with laughter.

Harry ignored them and got out of his seat, never taking his eyes off Draco. He pulled the Slytherin into a standing position in front of him and gently cupped his cheek.

“Won’t you look at me?” Harry whispered. Draco’s eyes darted up to his, glimmering with apprehension. Harry stepped closer until their chests were touching, placing his other hand on Draco’s hip. “I guess we kind of have been dating for a while, haven’t we? I just didn’t realise.”

Draco shivered under Harry’s touch and tentatively brought his hands up to Harry’s shoulders.

“You never were the most observant type,” he murmured, his eyes flickering over Harry’s face. A smile tugged on the corner of Harry’s mouth as he leaned forward. He unconsciously held his breath as he let his lips brush over Draco’s, savouring the warmth and the silky feeling of his mouth. He barely noticed the loud cheers and wolf-whistles behind him.

“Hmmm, I guess I finally understand your obsession with lip balm,” Harry breathed amusedly. He stroked Draco’s cheek with his thumb and brought their foreheads together, suddenly feeling really dizzy.

“You know, I have an obsession with really, really soft and comfortable beds as well,” Draco said, wiggling his eyebrows and leaning in to kiss Harry once more.

When they broke apart several minutes later, Harry’s heart skipped a beat and he was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful. The way Draco was looking at him almost made him topple over. This was how he wanted Draco to look at him from now on, with the biggest smile on his face Harry had ever seen.    

To young musicians

Today, a stranger reminded me of something very important.

I had just finished performing and being adjudicated at one of my first solo voice performances. I’m trying to perform as much as I can so I can get used to it in time for my university audition next school year.

I did okay. Not as well as I wanted to, but fine. As I was walking out, I couldn’t help but think to myself “man, if I were to audition right now, I probably wouldn’t get in… how am I ever going to get to where I need to be before I audition?”

I got into the uber that would take me home (neither of my parents were available to pick me up) and since I live an hour away, the driver and I had a while to chat. He was originally from India, and then lived in Europe for a while. He had moved to Canada last year.

When I told him I was coming from a voice performance, he told me (in a very thick Indian accent) that singing is a god gift, but that I should also be proud of all the hard work it takes. Though I don’t believe in god, I thought that was really sweet. But he also reminded me of something else. He probably didn’t even realize how much needed to hear it then. His exact words were “never lose your heart.” I’m sure that wasn’t word for word what he was trying to say (given the language barrier) but I think it’s a perfect way to put it. He said “it will go up and down and up and down, but never lose your heart.”

We talked more about music (turns out he loves listening to music) but I have a feeling that I won’t be forgetting this encounter any time soon.

For all the other young musicians out there, don’t stop doing what you love just because you aren’t where you want to be. Some times in your musical journey will be better than others, and sometimes failure will cloud your judgement. Remember that music is in your heart, and that hasn’t changed. Never lose your heart.

6am: ArchiexReader

hey guys, just a quick oneshot that I threw together. idk, having major archie feels. feedback would be appreciated if you don’t hate it. 

Summary: Archie waking you up in the middle of the night. Basically just complete fluff.

Originally posted by juggiehead

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“I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life. I’ve never even been on a date. I feel like I don’t know how to tell whether someone likes me or not, or how I could show someone that I like him without saying it out loud.
I thought that this one guy from school liked me. We became good friends, but I really thought he was into me because he was very sweet, very respectful, very open. Sometimes I would notice that he seemed a little more interested in me than in other friends in the classroom, so I thought that it might go somewhere.
But the next thing I knew, he had a girlfriend.
He had told me a lot about himself, so I felt like I knew a lot about his life.
On the last day of class, I actually said to him, ‘Hey, I’m happy for you, but I thought that you felt this way towards me.’ I asked him if girls ever confuse his politeness and respectfulness and openness for flirtation. He said, ‘Yeah, I get that a lot.’
I don’t even know if he understood that I liked him. I didn’t say it. I just told him that I was surprised to hear that he had a girlfriend.
We’re still friends, but I try to avoid physical contact. I’m a hugger, and before I learned how he felt, I would hug him very tightly. Obviously, my intentions were different than his.
And now this has triggered all these questions for myself that I’ve been trying to avoid.
I realize that a lot of the male figures in my life left when I was young, and I’ve never had a consistent male role model in my life.
My father wasn’t around. I’m from Venezuela, so when I was eight, my older brothers, who were older than me by ten and twelve years, left and came to this country. Then, when I was finally here too, I only lived with them for a short while before they moved out again. My mom found a boyfriend, married him, then got divorced, and he left, too.
So maybe that’s why it’s hard for me to open up to men. Maybe I think, ‘What’s the point of opening up if they’re going to leave?’
I finally met someone who I thought I could open up to. It was just so easy with him. I felt so comfortable. I felt like we were meant to be. And then…
Now I’m scared that I may never find someone like that again. Will I ever find love? It just seems so… beautiful.”

(Government Center)

GOT7 reaction to their s/o not being able to use chopsticks


he’d panic seeing your struggling state and quickly grab a napkin to wipe up the sauce you’d flicked onto your chin.
“y/n, come here, let me give you a hand.”
he continued by grabbing your hand with the chopsticks and feeding you himself.

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae


he would quickly smile at your battle with the chopsticks before leaning over and silently re-positioning your fingers properly, not saying a word so he wouldn’t cause any embarrassment for either one of you. you blushed at the gesture, but he gave you a reassuring smile to make you feel better.

Originally posted by markjin


as soon as he saw you making a mess of the noodle dish you were eating, he couldn’t help but snicker at how badly you were doing. as soon as you noticed him laughing, you’d glare up at him, causing him to shut right up. then, because he felt bad, he’d demonstrate how to do it for you.

Originally posted by magiccastles


when he saw you barely picking up the noodles from the bowl with a defeated face, he immediately stepped in to very thoroughly guide you on how to use chopsticks, making sure every mouthful was done well. after seeing you eat your food perfectly, he’d smile like a  proud mum.

Originally posted by markjin


watching you struggle was painful to jinyoung, he couldn’t bare watching the noodles repeatedly fall off the chopsticks. it was slowly driving him insane
“c'mere,” he’d sigh jokingly and pick up his own chopsticks. he’d start feeding you himself, finally no longer having to painfully watch you.

Originally posted by holyfuckmark


he’d burst out laughing as soon as he saw you. he couldn’t help it, but you just looked so cute and silly he thought it was so sweet. i doubt he’d really help you, just show you how he does it and let you learn. af course afterwards there would be nonstop teasing about it.

Originally posted by kunpimuak


although he’s a little on the shy side, yugyeom would still find it entertaining to watch you mess up each mouthful. he’d giggle at you, but eventually give you a hand, he couldn’t bare watching you struggle for too long.

Originally posted by j-miki


AU where Ned told Robert the truth in time, they defeated the Lannisters together and Robert legitimized his oldest son. Gendry and Arya had their same adventures and maybe he followed her to Braavos and back… 

King Robert Baratheon and Lord Eddard Stark watched as their daughter and son, respectively, walked side by side near the river. As usual, the latter was mostly quiet and laughing at something the former, her usually loud self, had just said. Nearby prowled the familiar gray and white direwolf.

Robert’s eyes glistened with tears. “Oh, my friend,” he sighed wistfully. “But this is how it was meant to be.”

As he watched the two, Ned’s eyes looked haunted, as if he’d seen a ghost. Or two. And there was more than a hint of sadness in them as well. “They look the very sight of you and-.” His voice broke then, and he had to look away from the sight of the two of them.

Robert agreed with a silent, weepy nod. “Finally,” he choked softly on his words. “Our houses are truly to be joined.”

Ned glanced sharply at his friend and king. “Patience, your Grace. That will be up to the two of them.”

Robert scoffed and took ahold of his friend’s elbow so he was faced once again in the young couple’s direction. Ned’s daughter had just pushed Robert’s son into the stream and run away so the ex-apprentice smith had no choice but to run after her. “But they’re so clearly in love.”

Ned wasn’t sure he could deny the truth of the king’s words. “They may grow out of it yet.” He was only being stubborn because he had always thought, out of all his children, he would have the hardest time marrying Arya to someone. Not because no one would want her; she was beautiful like her aunt and just as willful. What man could not love her? Yet, he’d always been so certain Arya would refuse even the prospect of being with someone.

Yet, here she was. Clearly smitten. True, she was as of yet young and may not yet understand her affections. But they were there all the same. She’d struggled for two years in the war-stricken lands of Westeros side-by-side the smith-turned-prince. Now, Gendry was the first person she sought in the mornings at the Red Keep and on their current journey North. And Gendry was always the last person she saw before turning up out of nowhere to sleep.

Ned didn’t begrudge her the pairing. The truth was the boy was, despite his humble beginnings, more lordly or princely than any of the princes Ned had known since Rhaegar. Gendry was a fast learner who could now read, write, and recite the history of the Seven Kingdoms, among other talents he’d picked up in the time since Robert had legitimized him. The boy was brave and strong as well and had, if the stories could be believed, saved Arya’s life countless times during the years she’d been missing. Though she’d save Gendry’s life plenty too, Gendry never failed to reminded them.

“If ever there were two more plainly made for each other than these two,” Robert was sighing longingly again. “It was your sister and me.”

Ned disagreed but silently to the latter statement. Outwardly, he only nodded an acknowledgement to his friend. “They’re best friends and one’s just as stubborn as the other,” Ned allowed.

In truth, Robert and Lyanna had been nothing alike. In truth, Robert had never truly known Lyanna, could not ever have understood her. Ned watched as his youngest daughter and the new prince now crossed “swords” (Arya had challenged Gendry to a duel with large sticks from the forest) across the way. This boy, this Gendry, by contrast, seemed to know exactly who Arya was. A wolf. A warrior. A lady only by birth. And still he loved her just the same.

Ned recalled a conversation he’d had with the lad, shortly after his legitimization.

“I won’t make you marry my daughter,” Ned had told the red-faced boy gruffly. “Though it’s what your father desires.”

Gendry had stared at him in surprise then. “Make me?” He repeated the words as a question.

“Now that you’re a prince, boy.” Ned clarified. “Might be you’ll want to find a woman more suited to the title of princess.”

The truth was Ned just wanted to gauge both Gendry’s intentions and thoughts on Arya’s noble status in contrast to her behavior.

The boy grew redder in the face, though this time from anger, it seemed. “No.” He muttered stubbornly. “There’s no one more-.” He seemed to catch himself, remembering he was talking both to Arya’s father and a lord. A lifetime of submission to lords had followed him into the Red Keep. “What I mean, m’lord, is, for me, there could be no better match. But only if she’ll have me. In truth, no one could deserve your daughter, but-.” He seemed unsure.

Ned wasn’t sure he’d ever heard the boy talk so much at one time or, indeed, so passionately. “Go on, lad.” He encouraged him softly.

“I’m willing to spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy enough.”

Ned’s throat had gone as dry as a bone then. There would be no refusal on this end of the match. Ned had hoped he could depend on his fiery and fierce daughter to do so, but…

Ned thought then to the conversation with his daughter during which he’d broached the topic.

Earlier that day, Ned had noticed a chaste but intense hug pass between Arya and Gendry. Despite knowing what they’d gone through, it had never crossed Ned’s mind that his little wolf would have ever seen a boy that way. Sansa had always been the one singing the songs.

At supper that night, Ned had been explaining to both his daughters that, following the catastrophes that had befallen them so far, they didn’t have to marry anyone they didn’t wish to. Sansa had gazed at him gratefully. Her ordeals with the Lannisters had hardened her wishes to ever get married.

Arya, however, had looked curiously up at him. “If you were going to make us get married, who would I have to marry?” She asked in a voice of pure innocence.

Ned blinked in surprise at her. “I wouldn’t, sweet one.” He thought back to the hug from earlier in the day now. “Is there someone you had in mind?” He wondered out loud.

And for the first time in her life in Ned’s presence, Arya actually blushed. “No,” she murmured in the voice she used when she was lying. “I was just wondering.”

Then she blurted, “Is Sansa still to marry the prince, even though it’s a different one?” Her face was still red, but was it in anger now?

Sansa nearly choked on the honey cakes she was nibbling on then. They both looked at her father.

Ned was watching his younger one carefully. “Of course not, little one. Not if she doesn’t want to.”

Arya nearly glared at Sansa then. Sansa blinked in surprise at Arya, but a knowing smile grew on her face. “I just want to go home.” She murmured.

Arya actually looked relieved then.

As the king and his Hand gazed across the fields towards their children, both now laying on the ground next to each other and laughing, Ned realized he’d lost a battle he never thought he’d have to fight. Still, he surmised, as he watched the way Gendry gazed at Arya, as if never had there existed a more perfect person, he could have lost to someone much less worthy.

Sweet Pea x (barmaid) Reader | 🖤 “Christmas Eve”

Masterlist: https://riverdalespolaroids.tumblr.com/post/167711463266/masterlist-sweet-pea-safe-part-one-part

•| The reader is the new barmaid at the whyte wyrm. She’s working on Christmas Eve because she has no one to celebrate with. The bar is completely empty until this tall and lonely boy she recognizes from school enters the bar, looking a bit sad. They try to make the best night they can together and fall slowly in love |•


Words were saying that the southside was a sad place. All my life I had never left the southside and it was all I knew about the world. Everyone looked rough on the outside but they all had scars on the inside. I always thought I was the only one who had some. I wasn’t tough. I was just putting on a mask and pretending I was. I was born here and I will probably die here too. I don’t want that but as much as I’ve tried, I can’t lie to myself. I want to travel the world and be free. I though I was the only one who was a bit broken. My vision of things changed and I got proven wrong on a cold night of December. I was working at the Whyte wyrm as a barmaid for my first week. I was still being called “the new girl.” Everyone had to go through that at least once in their lives so I brushed it off. It was Christmas Eve and I had nothing better to do than work. No family to celebrate it with. Not a lot of friends. Nothing. So I decided to go work and let someone else have a nice Christmas with their family. The bar was empty. There was a couple of people who were having a christmas party but they had just left. Being the only person in the building didn’t scare me one bit. I had finaly stopped hearing their laughs, who were making me feel even more miserable. As I was cleaning their table, a tall figure entered the building, making the little bell above the door ring. I walked to the bar with the empty glasses in my hand, examining the boy. He was looking down at the counter, his face in his hands but I still recognized him by his height. Sweet Pea. I had seen him at school. He was a year older than me but pretty much everyone knew him. He stood out in every room he entered, three heads taller than everyone. His dark hair, dark eyes and iconic jacket were a thing in southside high. I had heared many things about him. From fists fights to hook ups. Were all these rumors real? Maybe only he knew.

“Hi, can I get you anything?” I asked, making him look up.

To be honest, he looked messed up. Sure I had seen him way more messed up before. He would walk down the halls at school with a black eye looking all tough and badass. But this time he just looked messed up on the inside.

“Hum.. I’ll just have a beer please.” He said, not making eye contact.

It was completely silent in the bar. As I poured him a glass of beer, I tried to make conversation with him.

“Never seen this place so empty..” I said, making sure not to spill any beer on the wooden counter.

“Yeah..” He mumbled.

“Are you alright?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t get mad.

He looked at me for the first time, his eyes glued to mine.

“Oh.. I’ve never seen you here.. Are you the new cute barmaid everyone’s been talking about?” He said, a smile appearing his lips.

I didn’t know how to respond to that so I just bit my lip and felt the colors rising to my cheeks.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to let it out that way..” He laughed, breaking the awkward silence and making the ambiance more comfortable.

“That’s okay.. typical barmaid comment. I knew what I was getting into.” I smiled, giving him his beer. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” He said, having a sip while I cleaned the counter for the 40th time that day. “I’ve seen you around school.. You’re a year younger than me right?”

“I am.” I said.

I frowned and looked at him with a smirk on my face. "You noticed me at school?“ I asked him, teasing.

"I eh.. I mean.. Southside high is kinda small..” He said, his cheeks a shade darker.

“Oh.. You’re right.” I said, smirking.

“And you’re like.. very pretty so..” He mumbled, laughing it off.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” I smirked.

“You’re y/n right?” He asked.

“Oh and you know my name!” I said, teasing him.

He laughed and rolled his eyes jokingly. As he drank another gulp of beer, I took the oportunity to tighten my messy ponytail, making it more voluminous.

“It must suck to work on Christmas Eve..” He said, watching me clean cups and glasses.

“Well.. I had nothing better to do. No one to celebrate it with. Might as well come here and work..”

I wanted to ask him why he was here too but I didn’t.

“I can understand the feeling. What’s better than a cold beer on a cold night when you have no one to celebrate christmas with.” He said, looking down.

“Aren’t you hanging out with your friends from school.. Toni and Fangs right?”

“Yeah.. I do each year but they were either with their family or out of town so..”

“I was you third choice?” I joked, trying to make him laugh as I dried the cups.

He laughed and finished his beer. I crossed my fingers, hopping he wouldn’t leave. I wanted company and he was very nice compared to what I had heared of him.

“Can I serve you another one?” I asked him.

“No thanks.. I don’t want to be even more miserable and get drunk on Christmas Eve..” He said. He was about to reach for some money in his pocket when I stopped him.

“Don’t worry.. This one’s on me.” I said, smiling to him.

“Oh.. Well thank you.” He said, blushing again. “Let me at least give you some tip..” He added.

“No I insist.. You gave me company and made my Christmas Eve a little less sad..” I said, smiling at him.

“Let me at least take you for a millshake at Pop’s after your shift. We can celebrate together and look less alone?” He asked, laughing at his own proposition.

“I’d love that.”

“When do you finish?” He asked.

There was a quick silence of us both looking around the empty bar.

“You know what? I think i’m going to close early tonight.. No one’s here anyway and we have something to celebrate!” I said to him, removing my apron.

He smiled and gave me a high five. I grabbed my coat, mittens and mini backpack from under the counter and we both left, closing the bar behind me. It was snowing lightly and christmas lights were lighting up the dark streets. We started walking to Pop’s in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence though. It was comfortable one. He was only wearing his leather jacket, a sweatshirt underneath it. I wondered if he was cold. His cheeks and nose were red from the cold, snowflakes on his eyelashes.

“It’s weird to see you without your bike.” I said, looking up at him.

He chuckled and looked down at his feet, hands in his pockets.

“I knew I would be drinking and I just needed some fresh air.. Think a bit..” He said, nodding to himself.

“Think about what?” I asked, realizing that I was asking too much questions. “I’m sorry I ask too many questions..”

“No it’s fine.. I just needed to clear my head a bit. I always feel weird when it’s Christmas.. Everyone is happy and excited but i’m not..” He said.

“I know how that feels.. I never had a real Christmas..” I said, looking down.

“Let’s make this the best Christmas we’ve ever had!” He said, cheering me up.

“It’s not going to be hard to beat.”

“You’re right. But It’s gonna be our first real christmas. Just you and me.” He smiled.

“I like that idea.”

We arrived at Pop’s and it was empty. We ordered two strawberry milkshakes and some ognion rings and sat in the darkest booth. It was only lightened by the red sign outside the window which made it even more magical.

“Tell me more about you.” He said, chewing on an onion ring.

“What do you want to know?” I smiled, looking into his eyes.

“Hum.. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?”

I smiled. It was my dream to travel the world.

“Norway.” I said, sipping my milkshake.

“Norway? I was expecting what any normal girl would say. You know, sunny places with beaches and hot wheater..”

“You’re right.. but i’m not a normal girl.” I said, looking at the lipstick stain on my milkshake’s straw.

“Iceland.” He said.


“My dream place. I’d go to Iceland.” He said, his eyes full of dreams.

“I like that. I think I’d go with you.” I said, smiling as he chuckled.

“I’m not quite normal either. Which makes two of us.” He said.

We talked and talked about our dreams for what only seamed like minutes. Little did we know, it had been a few hours. Sweet Pea looked at the time on his phone and quickly stood up, taking my hand in his.

“What’s going on?” I asked, as he guided me out of Pop’s.

“We’re going to miss Christmas!” He said to me, over his shoulder.

He took me behind Pop’s building and helped me climb on the pipes. He was much taller so he didn’t need help. We were on top of the old building, admiring the view. From there, we could see all of the town. It was beautiful.

“We’re not suposed to be here but it’s so pretty that I can’t help it.” He said, looking at the view.

“I love it.” I whispered, looking at all the christmas lights.

I could feel his eyes one me. Some strand of my hair were blowing in the cold wind. I looked at him and he was already staring at me. I smiled and blushed. He looked down at his phone and spoke up.


the bells of the church could be heared in the far distance. They rang 12 times. We were the 25th. It was silent and peacefull, snowflakes slowly falling on the quiet town. I turned to him with a smile on my face. 

“Merry Christmas.” I said.

He placed a lose strand of hair behind my ear and looked down at me, his hand on my cheek. I hadn’t realized how tall he was until that moment.

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered.

His lips slowly made their way towards mine. He was cold and tasted like strawberries. I smiled to myself. His hands held my face to his, while mine were on his chest, hiding under his leather jacket. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. His cheeks were red and I wondered if it was from the cold or if he was actually blushing.

“I thought people did that on the new year?” I asked, smirking.

“I thought we weren’t normal.” He said, kissing me again.


Hope you liked this little writing I worked on😊 Would you like a part 2? Maybe of their christmas day? Tell me what you thought of it & thank you for reading loves! Happy holidays xo

“Happy New Year” ( I.M Smut)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Title: Happy New Year

Featuring: I.M (Monsta X) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Genre: Smut! Oral, over-stimulation, dirty talk, kitchen counter sex.

Summary: Ringing in the new year right.

Requested by @wonhoinamillion ! You said holiday themed, and I was inspired to make this one new years themed, hope you don’t mind!

11:02 PM, New Years Eve. You stood in the kitchen in nothing but a loose shirt and your panties, champagne glass in one hand, dipping your finger into a leftover slice of cream cake with the other, bringing it between your lips to taste and smiling at Changkyun who sat on the other side of the kitchen island.

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Behind The Door

Castiel x Reader 

Word Count: 1678 

Warnings: swearing, dirty language, sexual tension, masturbation, oral sex, smut. 

**Sorry, this is yet another late night creation. Enjoy?

You stared into the deep blue eyes across the map room table. The angel was there again, pretending to be of some help to the brothers. You had only met the being a few times before, and every time he was involved, things got… distracting. Sure, he was as sexually advanced as a pre-pubescent sixth grader, but his appeal was…

Out of this universe.

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