leave me alone i love this shot so much

Orange Skies and Blue Eyes

I haven’t posted in like forever but since it’s Christmas, I’ve decided to finish all my requests and will open requests again when I’m done doing so. 

Also Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was awesome 💚 I loved it and cried so much when I watched it. 

Can you do a one shot where Draco places his head in your lap? Kinda like when he did that with pansy but you know, cuter -Anonymous

“Leave me alone, Parkinson” Draco sighed, quickening his pace to get away from the dark haired girl. She had been acting extremely clingy today and seeing as Draco was already having such a stressful day, he couldn’t handle the way the pug faced slytherin’s obsession with him was an all-time high at the moment. Pansy was like an animal during mating season every once a month. There are times when her love for him was at a minimal and there are times (like now) where her hormones blast like fireworks waiting to burst.

“But Drakey….” Pansy whined, trying to make her face puppy dog like but ended up making Draco visibly disgusted “You promised to help me with Potions! We can watch the sunset too once we’re finished” Her hands had created a death grip on his bicep, disabling the boy from getting away. Draco mentally cursed at how he couldn’t just push her away. He was a Malfoy, he still had a reputation to keep.

“I don’t recall that” He squinted at her. The day couldn’t have gone worse for him. He had gotten detention from McGonagall because of his little banter with the Golden Trio during their Divination class and the fact that he had a tiring quidditch practice this morning. He looked up and prayed to any god there was up there to help him.

And just like that.

“Draco!” He turned his head to find his favorite pair of (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair. You stood behind the awkward duo, holding back a laugh. You and Draco had been best friends since you were children. You fathers worked together in the ministry and were delighted you were both sorted in the same house.

“(Y/N)” He breathed, happily. Relief flowed through him as he stared at the smiling girl in front of him. You tried your best to hold back your laughter due to his obvious discomfort. Parkinson on the other hand looked at you with uttermost hatred. During the sorting in your first year, you were nervous as to where the hat would place you. Draco knew of your uneasiness and held your hand the whole time until your name was called. From then on, she swore to make your life at Hogwarts hell. That plan never went accordingly since you never visibly shown you were affected.

“I’ve been looking for you all over the damn place” You smiled, sweetly as Pansy scoffed not caring if Draco heard her. Your smile disappeared, feigning a hurt expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten…” The blonde gave you a baffled look.

“It’s Sit under a tree with your Best Friend Day!” You hollered, raising your arms for extra emphasis.

“That’s not a thing” Parkinson exclaimed, exasperated.

Draco slowly understood what you were trying to do and decided to play along.

“Oh yes. Of course I haven’t, love.” He grinned, scratching the nape of his neck. He looked down at the clinging girl next to him before he spoke “Sorry, Parkinson. It seems my schedule’s booked. Maybe on the 30th of February?” Pansy smiled, squealing in joy as she hugged Draco one last time. “You promise?” She batted her eyelashes making you gag.

“Yeah, I promise” Draco said, sliding his hand from her grip and wrapping an arm around you. You giggled realizing how dim witted Parkinson was. Well, they say love makes you blind but you didn’t recall that it also disintegrated your intelligence.  Pansy stuck her tongue out at you as if to say ‘I won’. You shook your head and giggled under your breath.


You made many happy memories in Hogwarts with Draco. Your first casting of a patronus, first duel and even your first skinny dip –that’s a story for another time. You’ve done everything together well except snog of course. Friends don’t do that. You sat down on your favorite tree to sit on. It had the perfect view of the castle and had the perfect shade to protect you from the sun’s rays. Draco sat next to you, sighing contently as he lent his head back against the tree. You looked at him with concern as he noticed how tired he looked. You knew he wouldn’t admit it but he does get tired of acting this way from time to time. It wasn’t easy having his kind of title; The Slytherin Prince.

“You should rest, Draco…” You insisted, gently nudging his shoulder with yours. He opened his eyes to look at you, his signature smirk evident as he noticed the concern in them. “You could my lap as a pillow” You suggested, smirking as well “It’ll calm you”

“I’m not a child (Y/N)” He scoffed, noticing your teasing manner.

“I never noticed” You whispered, giggling after “Please?”

He could never resist you. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. You had a way of controlling the him that had no need for dominance or violence; physical or verbal. He’s always seen you as more than a friend and if you were someone else, he would have asked you to be his from the start but you were you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of what you truly feel and how much it would affect him. The girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. There are numerous girls with these colors but only you can bring out true beauty. God, he hated himself for sounding like a girl.

He shuffled rather messily to get into the right position. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he looked so happy to be able to rest his head on your lap. He enjoyed it, especially at the way you caress his blonde locks between your fingers.  You knew again that this was something he wouldn’t admit to anyone –well except you.

“I told you it’ll calm you….Drakey…” You teased, looking down at him to see he was cringing at the name. You laughed, continuing your hand movements on his hair. “Don’t ever call me that” He groaned, placing an arm over his eyes.

“You should tell her the way you feel, Draco. Who knows what she’ll do next” You spoke in a joking manner but he knew it was laced with concern. He knew of what Parkinson tries to do to you when he wasn’t around but you’ve assured him countess of times that you payed no attention to the pug-face herself.

“You think she’ll try to get me to marry her?” He joked, trying to make you smile again. It mildly worked as he saw you had given him a half-smile. You looked up at the sky above you as it started to turn yellow-orange. The sunset in Hogwarts was always so beautiful to look at. The blonde removed his arm to stare at you. As cliché as it sounds, he thought you were more beautiful than the sun, moon and stars.

“(Y/N)” You tore your gaze away from the sky to see a better view of blue. His eyes were an ocean that you drowned in countless of times. He sat up, surprising you as he held the back of your neck with his hand. Your heart was beating rapidly unsure if he was going to do what you thought he was. He leaned in, capturing your lips in his. For once in his life, he actually felt something when he kissed a girl.

“You’re more radiant than whatever the sunset could bring” He said once he pulled away. You returned to your original position; His head on our lap whilst you relaxed against the tree, fingers wrapped around his soft blonde hair.

“Rest, Draco, my love. I’ll see you in a bit”

jess-the-vampire  asked:

Tom is trying on Marcos hoodie, but it gets stuck on his horns and marco thinks it's the cutest/ funniest thing ever and helps him put it on properly. ((Some fluff to cure that angst))

Thank you for this. I REALLY needed it! Get ready for love and fluff and cuteness.

(I love your blog by the way)


“Tom… Tom stop it won’t work.” Marco said. He was laughing so hard tears were literally streaming down his face.

“I got it!” Tom insisted. He tried to put on Marco’s hoodie over his horns.

“It’s not going to work you need to unzip it.” Marco explained. He wiped the laughter-tears away from his eyes.

‘You could have told me that before!” Tom snapped. Marco snorted.

“It’s not stuck is it?” Marco asked, already knowing the answer. Tom was quiet.

“No!… Maybe… yeah it’s stuck.” Tom admitted.

“Do you need help?” Marco asked. Tom shook his head (which was totally covered by the red hoodie).

“No I got this.” He insisted. He squirmed around a little bit and fell off of the couch. Marco started a whole new fit of laughter. “Stop laughing!” Tom commanded. Marco continued to giggle.

“I can’t help it. This is the cutest freaking thing I’ve ever seen!” Marco mused. Tom blushed underneath the hoodie.

“I’m not cute. I’m a feral demon! I could kill a man!” Tom claimed.

“You got spooked by thunder last night.” Marco reminded. Tom’s blush deepened.

“Those are just my feral instincts. Warning me of possible threats. So I remain sharp and agile!” Tom explained. Marco rolled his eyes.

“Yah okay. How agile are you now, Tom? You’re literally stuck in a sweatshirt.” Marco pointed out. Tom pulled at the hoodie some more, but to no avail.

“I’m just as sharp as ever, Marco!” Tom insisted. Marco didn’t answer. “Marco?” Tom called, wondering where he went. His question was answered when he felt Marco tackle him in a bear hug from behind. Tom let out a surprised yelp and Marco giggled.

“Yes, the feral monstrous demon!” Marco announced sarcastically.

“You just surprised me is all!” Tom claimed. Marco reached up and helped him pull the hoodie over his head.

“Better?” He asked. Tom blushed.

“Better.” He mumbled, embarrassed. Marco gave him a kiss on the nose, causing his blush to deepen.

“You’re not such a feral monster.” Marco decided.

“I’m an UNSTOPPABLE FORCE!” Tom yelled. Marco laughed again and hugged him close.

“You’re just a cutie-pie.” Marco insisted. Tom felt his face heat up and the floor burn under his feet. He hugged his boyfriend back.

“You’re the cutie-pie.” Tom muttered. He meant for it to be an insult but it didn’t work at all. Marco looked at his boyfriend in his sweatshirt and blushed.

“You seriously are so cute I cannot take it!” Marco chirped. He tackled Tom in another hug and covered him with kisses. “I love you so much.” He told him. Tom blushed and kissed him back.

“I think you’re pretty cool… and I guess I love you too.” Tom was trying very hard to keep the couch from burning up. He shuffled nervously and looked down at his hands. Marco smiled and leaned his head on his shoulder.

“I know you do.” Marco said, rolling his eyes at how Tom could go from brash to shy in a matter of seconds. “You’re my crazy, feral demon, Tom. And nobody else’s.” Marco said, wrapping his arms around him. “And if anyone tries to steal you away I’ll… um… I don’t know what but it will be extreme!” Marco claimed. Tom scoffed at his boyfriend.

“Okay sure. The safe-kid will get extreme. Okay.” Tom said sarcastically. Marco huffed.

“I can be tough!” He insisted. He looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody was listening. “I beat somebody up.” He admitted. Tom’s eyes widened.

“You did not!” Tom was shocked. Marco nodded.

“I did I swear. I broke his nose.” Marco told him. “His name was Ricky Sliden. He’s in my science class, and he was talking me down. He made me feel unsafe, so I broke his nose.” Marco explained. Tom clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes! I followed the code they teach you in any martial arts class. I confronted peacefully, I told him he was making me uncomfortable and asked him to leave me alone, twice. And when he didn’t I decided to take matters into my own hands for my own safety.” Marco explained.

“So you broke his nose!” Tom exclaimed. “Marco that’s awesome!” Marco shot Tom a look.

“You’re really a horrible influence you know that right?”

“Yeah I know. You probably shouldn’t be hanging around me.” Tom claimed. Marco pretended to think about it.

“I think I’ll keep you around.”


I really needed this today! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you loved it!

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping

I dreamt I held you in my arms

When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

So I hung my head, and I cried

I’ll always love you and make you happy

If you will only say the same

But if you leave me to love another,

You’ll regret it all one day

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away

(an amazing anon sent me “Please push through whatever you’re going through for mikey” and honestly he’s what keeps me going so heres to the kids who can relate to this, we’re not alone.)

Dollhouse (Michael) (Halloween!5sos)

When you walk away, is when we really play
You don’t hear me when I say,

“Michael! Shh, mum might here you.” You giggled, pulling him into your bedroom.

Your mum had forbidden you to bring up Michael in any conversation, claiming he was a bad person and that you shouldn’t think about him. But now that she was asleep and your dad was out of town, it was alright to bring Michael around right?

Your lips attached to his as you both blindly stumbled onto your bed. You quickly broke the kiss when you heard a creek, frozen in the spot your heart beating wildly.

“It’s just the wind lovely.” Michael whispered, pulling you closer and kissing you again.

No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
Don’t let them see what goes down in the kitchen.

You glared at Michael sitting in the booth across you.

“Well?” You promoted, impatiently.

“Your mum woke up Y/n I had to leave so you wouldn’t get into trouble.” Michael told you.

You could feel your heart sinking at the pathetic excuse he offered. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, but you really thought he’d changed.

“That’s not true Michael, she woke up after I woke up. And I woke up to an empty bed!” You yelled, throwing your hands up in the air in frustration.

The cafe suddenly got quiet at your voice. People were staring at you now, whispering and throwing you odd looks.

Gosh this is embarrassing, you shot Michael another glare.

“Maybe mum was right about you. Maybe we should break up.” You said in a quieter voice. Michael shot you a panicked look.

“No no I promise I’ll do better. Please don’t leave me Y/n I love you so much.” Michael begged immediately. making you backtrack on your decision.

 As much as you’ve tried, you’ve never ever successfully gotten over Michael. 

“This is your last chance.” 

Everyone thinks that we’re perfect
Please don’t let them look through the curtains.

“Michael where are you?” You called out, frowning at his shoes by the door. Your parents had grounded you yesterday for seeing Michael. Today however, they left you home alone so you asked Michael to come over. But right now he was nowhere to be seen.

“Boo!” A voice behind you said, you shrieked and jumped, turning around to see Michael standing there. 

“Don’t do that!” You yelled heart beating wildly still. Michael frowned and folded his arms across his chest.

“What’s your problem Y/n? Why are you being so annoying?” Michael snapped.

“I’m not being annoying, you came out of nowhere and scared me!” You replied, glaring at Michael. 

“Whatever I’m going to the bathroom.” He replied shortly before slamming the bathroom door shut. making you huff and plop down on the sofa. 

You scoffed, remembering the incident in school a few hours ago. Three girls were all giggly and telling you that you got lucky with Michael and how jealous they were of you. Jealous of what? All we really do is fight. Suddenly you heard the garage door open.

“Michael my parents are here go hide in my room!” You urgently whisper yelled at the bathroom door. The bathroom door banged open, revealing an angry Michael.

“Fine.” He hissed, gathering his shoes from the doorway before stomping upstairs.  

You could hear your parents talking as they got closer to the door and you quickly glanced around the room to make sure everything was in place.

“Hi honey.” Your mum said, taking off her scarf as your dad headed to the kitchen.

“Hey mom.” You replied quickly. “Now that you’re here, I’ll um, just go upstairs then.”

“Y/n, not so fast.” Your dad called from the kitchen. He walked into the living room holding up the guest mug. Your eyes widened at the glass.

“Was someone over Y/n?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Y/n honey,” your mum hesitated, glancing at your dad. “Was Michael over?”

“He’s upstairs mum I’m sorry let me explain.” You blurted out. 

“Don’t Y/n.” Your mum said. 

“Sit here and don’t move.” Your dad ordered. They both left the room, talking in a hushed whisper.

Twenty minutes passed as you tried to work up the courage to sneak upstairs. 

Were they talking to him? Would they scare him off? The doorbell rang, breaking you out of your anxiety as your parents came racing downstairs. 

“Y/n, before this happens sweetie I want you to know your father and I love you so much and this is for the best.” Your mum said, slowly opening the door to let two men inside.

“What’s for the best what are you talking about?” You demanded, feeling the hairs on your neck standing up.

“Are they here to take Michael away?” You screamed, moving back.

“Honey,” Your mum said cautiously. “There is no Michael.”

I see things that nobody else sees.

“I slept in Frank’s pajamas, at least the top half of them, and the next day we walked along the empty beach, me in the bottom half of my travel suit and Frank’s jacket. Naturally a photographer was lying in wait and snapped a shot of us, barefoot, holding hands. I’ve always thought it was a sad little photograph, a sad little commentary on our lives then. We were simply two young people so much in love, and the world wouldn’t leave us alone for a second.” — Ava Gardner.

I Need You

Words: 1.7K wtf

Summary: Dan and Phil have been drifting apart lately, and they constantly wonder, is love really worth it?


Inspiration: very much based on these 2012 headcanons by @hollarbones (which ripped me apart and made me sob btw) and the song “I Need You Now” by Lady Antebellum

Beta: the amazing and awesome and just wonderful @phan-overdose (tysm sophia!)

Notes: Idk where this came from, but i just needed to write something and I was just thinking about 2012 phan and yeh, also I wrote this while listening to troye on repeat can you tell?  i’m kinda sorta proud of this ngl, i’ve never written more than 500 words in a fic, so 1.7K is just !!!!

Warnings: i tried to make it sad idk if it worked, alchohol mention, cussing, food mentions, angst in general, i apologize in advance for shitty plot and my shitty transitions I’m still trying to improve my writing !

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lovemydean-o-saur  asked:

"well, it was supposed to be a surprise"

No more please!

Sam x Reader

“But Cas here, he can’t quite keep a secret,” you glared at him.

“I apologize for my lack of etiquette,” Cas glanced at the ground guiltily.

“It’s okay, buddy,” Dean rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Y/N just wanted everything to flow smoothly, but she has to understand that it doesn’t always turn out the way she hopes.”

“Thanks, are you a greeting card now?” you shot him a sarcastic smile.

“Very funny, we’ll leave you two alone,” Dean said, pulling Cas with him as they both retreated from the bunker’s library.

“They were supposed to be neatly wrapped, ready for you to open them on your birthday,” you mumbled, turning towards Sam. “They’re all original copies, took me a while to track them down. But I know you love old books as much as me, so I was hoping to have them-”

“They’re perfect, baby,” Sam said, smiling at you as he wrapped you in his embrace, his lips kissing yours. “Thank you, so much. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“So, you like them?” you asked.

“I love them,” he promised. “They’re the best gift, and it doesn’t matter if they weren’t neatly wrapped up or if Cas just dropped them on my lap,” you both laughed at this. “They’re perfect. Thank you.”

“I’m just glad you like them,” you smiled up at him.

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