look at his arms and chest

lostinspace33  asked:

For your drabble starters: She wished she'd never met James Buchanan Barnes. His stupid face, his stupid ego, his stupid body, his stupid blue eyes and that stupid metal arm...

Originally posted by buckybarneswintersoldier

Bucky smirked from across the room, twirling the small paddle. “Doll, you getting tired?”

You scowled, swiping at your sweaty forehead. Why you had accepted this ping-pong challenge was beyond you. You had thought it’d be a good chance for you to spend more time with Bucky, be able to see him laugh, look into those eyes of his. But then things had gotten competitive and you were a fantastic player, but against Bucky’s bionic arm and his super-soldier reflexes… 

You were beginning to tire yourself out.

Your chest heaved. “Hell, no, Barnes. Are you scared you’re gonna lose?”

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m just worried about you.”

Glaring at him, you jerked your head at the ball in his flesh hand. “Just start the next round.”

“Aye, aye, cap’n,” he said with laughter in his voice.

You wanted to roll your eyes but readied yourself for another grueling round and knew that you were gonna lose this one. 

Before he served though, Bucky winked. “Winner gets a kiss from the loser.”

You smirked. “You’re on.”

Line and Verse CH 2

Yuri was once told that the best stories have no ending. Otabek has never had a problem in turning the page and beginning a new. Together, they write new chapters.

Prequels, sequels, and oneshots from the “From Almaty With Love” universe. Read what you like, discontinue any time.


Current verse: “Look,” Yuri puts a firm hand on his shoulder and pushes him away. His hand smooths over the red and white fabric of his team Russia sweatshirt he purposefully left in Otabek’s dresser last summer. Otabek looks good in it, even if it’s a little long in the arms and across the chest. “I get it.”

Otabek shoots him a look that insinuates that he does not get it, and to an extent that’s true. Grandpa’s never picked Otabek up at the airport, never seen them cuddling… He doesn’t understand why it’s okay for Otabek to walk around in a pullover that all but literally screams that they’re together, but somehow a kiss when no one is home is too much.

“Yura we could be married ten years and I’d still feel this way.” Otabek leans into him in a half nuzzle that completely fucking negates what he just said. Yuri halts him with a firm hand to his chest.

“I said I fucking got it Altin.”

Ruby Blue

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Summary: The reader and Wanda find a way to better cope with Pietro’s disappearance.

Tags: @iamtheonewhocares Thank you for the creative request!!

I hope you enjoy!

“We’re not keeping it Y/n.”

You continued hot on Tony’s trail, cradling the little ball of fur in your arms.

“But Tony! We can’t just–leave him out in the cold and..rain..” You looked down at the kitty fast asleep against your chest.

“You SHOULD have left it in Florence, where you found it!” He continued on his path to his workshop, but mostly just to anywhere that was away from you.

You couldn’t help but feel as if you were testing your luck. You were dangerously new to the team, which meant your spot on the team wasn’t all that secure. But for the life of you, you couldn’t help but look down at it and not feel a tinge of felling in your heart. Something that just wouldn’t allow you to let it go.

Just as you were about to continue to plead your case, Wanda came up behind you and placed a hand on your arm.

“Don’t worry Tony, I will take care of this.”

She eyed Tony as he stopped and turned around. Looking back from Wanda’s stern eye’d face to your wide eye’d expression, he rolled his eyes and waved the two of you off.

Now gripped with fear, you held the kitty closer to your chest away from Wanda.

“Listen–” You began to plead, “I–I can take care of him and no one–it will be like he’s not even here. Just–”

“Y/n!” She said in a hushed voice. “I completely agree, now lets find a place for this little one to stay.”

“Oh,” You sighed, “Okay, yeah–yeah lets do that.”

Not an hour later you and Wanda had put together a makeshift bed underneath your bed, fit with a barrier and gate for you to let him in and out of. Just to avoid suspicion, Wanda kept the kitty liter in a box in her closet.

“You think we can get away with this?” You asked, flipping the kittens short stumpy tail through your fingers.

“It’s less about getting away with it and more daring Tony to even try to take him away from us.”

She stroked the kittens head as it drifted off to sleep against her leg.

“I miss him Y/n.” You glanced up at Wanda but she kept her eyes low.

Not wanting to ruin any chance you had of getting her to share her feelings, you stayed quiet and waited.

She cleared her throat before she continued.

“It’s the worst feeling I have ever felt. I just want to know. Alive or dead, I would rather know which than be stuck in this stagnant waiting period.”

Her words struck deep with you, understanding what she felt all too well.

“There’s this feeling I get sometimes. This feeling that he’s out there, trying to get back to us. Usually it is fleeting, but one look at this little one right here and it hasn’t gone away since.”

You met her eyes as she finished, realizing she had just put into words the way you felt.

“I completely understand.” You said, hoping to provide validation. “Every time I look at it, I think of him. God knows why, but I do.”

“Well..” She said, gently picking up the kitten and placing it into his bed, “I’m off to bed. You should be too, It’s been a long day.”

You smiled fondly, seeing her out the door. Taking her advice, you switched off your light and climbed into bed, sleep finding you soon after.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before you unwilling forced yourself awake. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, you weren’t able to fall back asleep for hours.

You slowly rolled out from underneath your covers, allowing your eyes to adjust to the darkness. You yawned into a stretch and were on your way to the kitchen for a warm cup of tea, a tradition that you and Pietro shared after you’d found him sitting in the kitchen all hours of the night.

You started the water on the stove and reached for your go-to cup that you kept hidden behind the coffee maker.

It had been so long since you’d seen him, almost 2 months, but despite that you could still feel him. His heartwarming smile, his warm coffee breath. You still remembered when he would blow in your face. You would laugh and push him away but then he would poke your side and you would lose it all over again.

There was one time you had gone too far and hid his favorite shoes. He looked almost all day but when he couldn’t find them he ended up hoisting you over his shoulder and racing you around the tower until you confessed to where they were.

You had never laughed so hard in your life. Though he tried to seem frustrated, he couldn’t help the beaming smile on his face. You finally squirmed your way out of his embrace but before you could make your escape he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his chest.

The heat radiating off of your cup of tea reminded you of him. It had become harder for you to find things that didn’t remind you of him.

The only thing you saw anymore when your closed your eyes, were his. So deep of a blue you felt as if you could drown in them.

Your mind was pulled to the kitten you had rescued, specifically it’s eyes. The reason you couldn’t let him go; the only connection you felt you had left to him.

“I think someone escaped..”

The voice behind you froze your blood. Your hands were wrapped around your cup but you couldn’t bring yourself to let it go and turn around. Your throat closed and water filled your eyes as you forced yourself to slowly turn around.

Pietro stood in the doorway of the kitchen with the little ball of fur in his hands. He brought it close to his face and looked up at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“We have similar eyes, no?”

You were speechless. Stuck questioning if he was really standing in front of you;    questioning whether or not it was him or just your imagination.

He seemed to be waiting for you to respond, like he knew what was going on in your head. As he watched you in patience, you tried to find your voice, but as if he would disappear as soon as you spoke, you couldn’t decide what to say.

So instead of speaking, you moved towards him and grabbed his hand. He hadn’t expected you to but he didn’t say anything.

“Is it–” You ran your finger over his palm, looking at his body in front of you. “Pietro?” You said through chocked breaths.

“It’s me Y/n. I’m home.” His voice sparked something inside of you and you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around him.

He smelled different, but the way he held you close–you could never mistake that.

“How?” You asked through tears.

He held you tighter with every shutter.

“I tried so hard to get back to you.” His voice was behind you but you felt it in your soul. “Every time I closed my eyes I saw you. Longed to be with you. Just thinking about leaving you and Wanda alone here; There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get back here.”

He pulled away then, holding your with a hand to your cheek.

“To get back to you, Y/n.”

Through tears you smiled but unlike in the past, there was nothing keeping you from showing him how much you’d missed him. You pulled him in close by his waist and kissed him like he would disappear if you stopped.

He reciprocated your feelings times 10. This dance the two of you had been doing for so long finally came to an end. A purely delicious end that you couldn’t have been happier with.

dear h,

I think I am in love with you.

I have never felt love like this before. I have never felt anything this complete. I think I am in love with you.

I definitely love you. I love all of the regular, basic, everyday things about you: your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes are two slightly different colors, your hair, your voice, the way you look at me.

but there are special things I love about you, too: the way you always say “hi” after we stop kissing as if we’re just meeting for the first time, the way you swing my arm whenever you hold my hand, all of the dumb fireworks jokes you make just to be able to put your arm around me, the way I can physically feel the way you are drawn to me whenever I kiss you and put my hand on your chest because I can feel your heart beating so fast that it feels like it could jump out of your chest but it’s alright because I am ready to catch it just in case because my darling, I am in love with you.

but there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

this feels like the difference.

I don’t know how to tell you that I might be in love with you. I keep getting frustrated because I don’t know how to put everything that I feel for you into words. you told me earlier that if you could put the way you feel about me into words you would be an incredible poet, but I think the truth is that there are no words that exist to describe it. if you could find the words for it, you wouldn’t be a poet, you’d be magical.

I think we are magical. I think we are something bigger than everything, and I think we are more than anything I understand, and I am in love with you, and I do not know how to tell you.

I am in love with you. and with the way you look at me with your one blue eye and one half-blue-half-greenish-yellow eye, I think you might love me too.

your eyes are two different colors, and when I look into them, I know that I am in love with you.


dear h,

I am in love with you.

things have changed since the day I first wrote you this letter. you told me you love me. you told me you’re in love with me. and you say it like it’s the most important thing you’ve ever said. like you are telling me a secret that is only for me but that you want everyone else to know about.

h, I have never felt happier than I am when I’m around you. you’re remarkable.

you are mine. I am yours. and I am in love with you.

when you touch me, I feel electric. please don’t ever stop. I never, ever, ever want to say goodbye. only goodnight. I will settle for nothing less.

goodnight. I love you.

sometimes, things change for the better.



anonymous asked:

How would Bucky react to Steve going on a solo mission and getting hurt?

Oh, he’d go berserk. As soon as Bucky gets his hands on Steve, he refuses to let anyone take him away because he’s terrified that he’ll never see him again.

So, they have to make sure their floor has all the things Steve’ll need to heal. Bucky gets Steve into bed, all hooked up to the IV and comfy, before Bucky gets in beside him, because Steve keeps whimpering when Bucky disappears to get Steve things he needs.

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispers into Bucky’s chest, “I’m sorry for worryin’ you.”

Bucky tightens his arms around Steve, “it’s not your fault. It’s that punk’s fault. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I should’ve fought to come with you.”

Steve looks up at Bucky with wide eyes, “you can’t protect me from everythin’.”

“Yes, I can,” Bucky growls and kisses Steve’s forehead, “you’re mine to protect.”

Steve smiles and reaches up to kiss Bucky and the latter leans down to meet him, “I love you,” Steve whispers.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Sunday Morning

Characters: Member x Yoongi 

Genre: Fluff 

A/n: This is actually for a ship, but I may or may not build something from this laterrrr, but for now I’ll just leave this here…

Originally posted by queen-of-suburbiaa

The Saturday night changed to a crisp Sunday morning. You can feel how cold it is on your toes which you wiggle around as you awaken from your slumber. When your eyes open you find your head resting on Yoongi’s chest with him still fast asleep. You had slept over for the night because the two of you planned to spend the whole Sunday together. Jin was courteous enough (or smart enough) to sleep in Kookie’s room for the night to give you some privacy. 

You slowly try to lift your head from his chest, but as soon as you got a few inches off, you feel two arms wrap around your back and pull you back down. You roll your eyes and look up at your boyfriend. 

“How long have you been awake?.” You ask. He keeps his eyes closed. “Shhhh. I’m not.” He readjusts himself. 

You laugh. “Come on. At least let me sit up for a bit.” Then you try to move again and he allows it this time. You sit up right next to him who’s still trying to pretend he’s sleeping. He opens one eye to look at you and smirks. 

“What?” You say trying not to smile. He moves his hands so they’re behind his head.

“Nothing.” He moves slightly again. And closes his eyes again. "What time is it?“ 

"It’s like 11:30.” You yawn and he nods acknowledging your answer. 

“Why don’t you just lie back down? There’s nothing to do today.” You take him up on this offer and lie down so you’re facing the ceiling with your head on his shoulder. Yoongi shuffles a bit underneath you and you find him putting an earbud in your ear with the other in his. He turns and gives you a kiss on the cheek. He grabs your hand with his free one and weaves his fingers through yours. Just like that, the two of you lie down listening to music, keeping each other warm all snuggled together.

anonymous asked:

I want to cuddle with jotaro as he tells me about marine life, while looking at a giant tank filled with a variety of fish and coral

Hooooo boy just think about how nice his muscular arms feel wrapped around you and since your backs against his chest you can feel the vibrations of him talking and he gets so genuinely excited to share his knowledge with you it’s adorable



Protecting McCoy on a mission. He’s angry with you, but after he calms down he gives you a loving kiss.
••• Requested by @sybil-howlett •••

“By the love of God, (Y/N),” Bones growled, “you could have gotten yourself killed.”

“If I hadn’t intervened you’d be the one laying dead, McCoy!” You yelled at him, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill over your cheeks.

Bones stepped forward and gripped your arms. “If you died, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

“Me neither.” Sniffling, you tilted your head up to look at him properly, the tears in your eyes welling up and slowly running down your face.

“No, don’t cry.” He begged, pulling you to his chest. “Please don’t cry.”

You forced the sobs down, and buried your face in his shirt. “Promise me you won’t get yourself into another life threatening situation again.”

Bones took hold of your chin and forced you to look up at him. “You know I can’t promise that.”

He leaned down so that your eyes were at level with each other. The two of you stared into the others eyes for a moment, before bringing your lips together. Your mind was on fire and the warmth of his lips spread throughout your entire body.

Your grasped his shirt as his hands tightened around you - holding you like a lifeline. When the two of you broke apart for air, you rested your forehead against his and gathered some much needed oxygen. His smirk told you everything and you smiled back, sinking into his hold.

based on THIS

this year, he’s the president of the frat house; a few years ago, marshall never imagined he’d be taking that title so seriously, but now, as he’s got a golden, plastic crown on his head and he’s overseeing the the fresh meat – the freshmen trying out to become a member – he feels strangely satisfied. not that seeing a bunch of under 21’s doing shots of vodka while dressed in girls clothes is that satisfying, but it does fill his chest with pride that he sort of runs this thing now. his attention is averted from the ritual in hand to a boy standing in the corner of the room. his arms are crossed over his chest as if that would cancel out that he’s been made to wear a see-through nightgown, and looking like he really doesn’t wanna be here. “you know, to become a brother, you kinda have to go through the rituals,” he muses with a grin as he approaches the nervous boy. “we all went through it, it’s not gonna kill you.”

all strings attached

Pairing: addelsain [MM/RS/EE]
Rating: T+/M
WC: 2612
Category: hurt/comfort
Notes: what could go wrong when youre trying to surprise your bf by tying up your other bf? everything, thats what

It seemed like a good idea, interesting and unusual. He agreed, if only to get to see the stunned look on Rune’s face.

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Logan and William in Westworld 1x05 “Contrapasso”

for @asweetdeception

I just want to be with Daddy already.

I wanna sit in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms squeezing him into the tightest hug he’s ever had. I want him to hug me back tightly, but then softly lay his palms on my shoulders and grip lightly to peel me away from him, but just for a moment– just long enough for him to look me in the eyes and tell me how much he loves me. Then he’d pull me back into his embrace, and as he did he’d give me a kiss on my forehead. His lips would linger for a moment, then he’d continue pulling me into his chest. He’d gently twirl his fingers through my hair and tell me stories. And I’d feel safer than ever before.

Derek shows up to his first pack meeting after moving back to Beacon Hills wearing worn out jeans and a faded flannel, chest hair popping out near the top. His beard is full, his hair is longer, almost long enough for a bun, his eyes have smile lines. He’s happy. 

Stiles walks in late, his hair disheveled, his jeans a little tighter than they used to be, his black teeshirt clinging to his arms and chest in a way that made Derek’s mouth go dry. And don’t get him started on the tattoos, the vines and runes that twist up Stiles’ arms.  

“I thought I heard someone brooding,” Stiles says before he really even sees Derek, but when he does his jaw drops, “Who are you and what have you done with Derek Hale?”

And Derek, he laughs, “Hi Stiles, you look good.”

“Me?” Stiles sputters, his heart racing and his eyes wide, “Have you seen yourself? You look like a sexy lumberjack.”

Derek’s eyes go a little wider, his lips tug up in a private smile. It’s like they’re the only two people in the room. All he can hear is the steady beating of Stiles’ heart, all he can smell is the cinnamon and clove scent that is Stiles, all he can see are those honey brown eyes, at least until Scott clears his throat. 

“Uh guys, can you maybe eye fuck some other time? We’ve got three trolls in the preserve and we need to get them out before they kill someone,” Scott says, eyes darting between his returned pack member and his emissary. 

“Yeah, sure, yeah, we can fuck later,” Stiles says sounding a little dazed. Derek swallows and nods, eyes still on Stiles.

“That’s not what I said,” Scott mutters, turning away from the two of them and back to the rest of the pack, “I think we’re going to have to take care of this without Stiles and Derek’s help.”

“Can you manage that?” Stiles asks, shaking his head a little, “Something just came up and I’m busy now.”

“Just go,” Scott says with a small laugh. 

Stiles and Derek are out the door before Scott’s done talking. They emerge from Stiles’ apartment two days later both smiling and holding hands. 

cuddling with monsta x


  • warm
  • like a giant teddy bear
  • he’d just smile at you and pat on his chest to signal the start of the cuddle sessions
  • probably prefers the couch and would have one arm tucked behind his head so you can have space to snuggle on top of him
  • languidly strokes your hair as you watch tv
  • wraps his arms around u occasionally and just holds you there tucked under his chin and you feel so safe and warm
  • lil kisses on top of your forehead
  • generally very quiet cuddling sessions but good god you look forward to them so much


  • most of the time you don’t trust the cuddling to not turn into something else
  • bc come on this boy is thirsty
  • you’d just settle beside him and you see that smile as he slides his arms around your waist
  • kisses your face as you tell him about your day and vice versa
  • brushes your hair out of your eyes and usually zones out on your words because he’s memorizing every inch of your face
  • and everything is cute until you feel something hard against your leg
  • are you kidding me”
  • Come on,” he’d whine, “you’re so cuddly and smell nice and you’re really pretty, fuck, come here,”
  • it has happened one too many times on that couch you feel bad for the couch


  • feels like the most adorable anaconda in the world squeezing you
  • He’d have the longest and most frequent cuddling sessions
  • most of the time against your will
  • like you’d be walking by and his arms just snatch you onto the couch or the bed and hold you in a steel grip as you try to squirm free
  • “Minhyuk, I have to get something.”
  • “Too bad. I need to cuddle. Now.”
  • very touchy
  • he’d cup your cheeks in his hands and pepper kisses all along your face and run his fingers along your arms
  • And nuzzle your neck and look at you with all the love and tell you he’s so lucky
  • he’d love it when you stroke his hair
  • also poses a danger of turning things into something else

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Partners - C.H.

Originally posted by teenagedfricks

This is part 2/4 to the gang!5sos mini series.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Calum said taking the money from the man that traded him the wad for an ounce. He made his way back around the corner to the beat up corvette he had, y/n’s legs sticking out of the passenger side window, cigarette dangling from her lips as an overplayed Nirvana song blasted through the speakers. She had on a pair of high waist shorts accompanied by one of Calum’s flannels unbuttoned and over her upper body, chest covered by a black bandeau. “Where to next?” he questioned hopping in the driver’s side.

“Declan’s and that’s it,” she hummed just after taking a drag, smoke falling from her lips with each word that left her mouth, Calum nodding as he took the car out of park. She looked over to him, eyes studying the way his hands gripped the wheel, veins in his arms clearly visible. The hat on his head driving her wild. He looked like sex on legs. “Can I stay at yours tonight?”

“I’m staying at BJ’s,” he said back referring to the bar Ben and Jack owned that housed their clubhouse underneath. It was how they were able to hold the space without getting caught.

“Well, can I stay with you? Dani’s on a bender again and I’ve been clean,” she said simply as he hummed in response. She knew he wouldn’t have an issue, but it was still better to ask than to just assume. “Thanks babe.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response taking the corner lightly before pulling over quickly. “You know the drill.”

“Calum, you don’t need to mention it every time you go to do a deal. The mini’s in my shoe, handgun’s in the pocket in the door. And, I know how to drive stick. I think I’m good,” she said as he rolled his eyes at how she was acting, but she was right. They’d been ‘partners’ for over two years now, Jack pairing the two together when she first joined because he felt Calum could deal with her carefree attitude.

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anonymous asked:

headcanon where draco has awful nightmares and wakes up screaming in the middle of the night to harry on top of him comforting him which is such a change from school years when harry was the one with the nightmares

co-written with the beautiful and talented @saintdrarry

Harry suddenly jolted awake.                     

At first he stared around in the dark, his eyes wide and unfocused and his sheets tangled between his legs. The room around him looked odd, foreign - not his own apartment in London, that was for sure - and it took him nearly a full minute to realize why he had woken up in the first place.

He wasn’t alone.

The first sign that gave it away was the cold arm draped over Harry’s chest, almost clinging painfully, a hand digging into his side. The second was the smell - the smell of something sweet, and the obvious smell of sour, of sex. The third sign were the hollering, ear-piercing screams that tore through the air, and the body next to Harry convulsing, trembling, shivering as if they were having a heart-attack.

“Bugger,” Harry muttered under his breath, and he immediately tightened his grip around the other person. He didn’t care about their identity - not at the moment, anyway, not when they were screaming, when they were obviously having a nightmare.

(Merlin knew Harry’d had enough of those for a lifetime.) 

So Harry scooted over, wrapping his other arm around their flat chest. (A boy, then.) Besides the fact that it was flat, it was marked, too, marked by ugly and rash scars that seemed to stretch along to the boy’s abdomen. This fact only made Harry tighten his grip more, and he buried his face deep inside the other boy’s hair, whispering softly to calm him down, to make sure that he knew he was safe, he was okay, the war was over -

Slowly, steadily, the other boy’s screams stopped - his whole body still convulsing with the tremors from the panic, but he was breathing, he was calming down, and that was all that mattered. 

“Hey,” Harry breathed after a while of silence, caressing the other’s chest tenderly, “is it alright if I turn the light on?”

Suddenly, the other boy stilled.

It was completely silent for a while, and then the boy groaned, “No. Seriously? You? Fuck this, fuck you -”

And then, as if someone had flipped a switch, it all came rushing back.

The night before, at the pub. The firewhiskey. The many, many glasses of firewhiskey. The dancing - oh, dear Merlin, the dancing with the most handsome boy on the dancefloor, the hungry kisses that followed, them ending up in the shitty bathroom and then apparating to this place, the ripping of each other’s clothes to get closer, to see and feel and kiss more skin, to tear the other apart, to devour -

“Malfoy,” Harry stated glumly. Figures. 

“Potter.” Draco turned around, his face clouded with distaste. For a second it looked like he was going to punch Harry. Then, breathing in sharply, he just pushed him away - and Harry would’ve fallen off the bed if it wasn’t for the fact that Draco was shaking still. “Have you never heard of boundaries?” He sneered at Harry in the dark. “Of course you haven’t, you’re a bloody Gryffindor, after all.”

“Boundaries?” Harry snorted. “We’ve had sex, I don’t see how -”

Draco’s cheeks darkened. “Merlin, Potter, sex doesn’t equal cuddling, so just get the fuck away from me -”

Harry resolutely flopped back on his back, his arms in the air. “Jesus! Fine.”



That git. Harry sighed, and he put his hands behind his head, too wired to go to sleep now. How could he have slept with Draco Malfoy? Sure, believing the flashbacks of last night flashing before his eyes gave the indication that it had been, in fact, very very very good - but still. Malfoy.

A whimper ripped through the air, and Harry’s head snapped to the left.

Draco was shivering, but it was obvious it wasn’t because of the cold. His fists were clutched around his own chest, his eyes scrunched shut as if to hold the obvious terrors from overwhelming him, and Harry could almost feel Draco’s heartbeat going bonkers.

“Draco,” Harry tried softly, “are you okay?”

“Yes, I am,” Draco snapped back, not moving from his position. “Go away.”

“Draco, you’re drenched in sweat.”

“That’s obviously yours. I’m a Malfoy. We don’t sweat.”

“You’re shaking.”

“Your proximity does that to me.”

And that did it for Harry - he had enough. “Fuck it,” he cursed, “c’mere, Draco.”

All Draco could utter was a confused, “What -” before Harry jumped, wrapping himself around Draco so tightly it must be hurting him.

“What the -” Draco shouted loudly, his arms flailing around as he was suddenly dragged towards Harry. “Potter, let me go -”

Draco kept struggling, kicking and nudging and pinching at every patch of Harry’s skin he could find - but Harry was having none of it. He’d had his own fair share of nightmares, and however hard Draco might be protesting, Harry knew how hard it was, without someone there to ground you. Without someone to remind you that you’re still alive

So he kept holding him, so tight it might bruise, breathing hotly in Draco’s neck, murmuring incoherent, tender things onto his skin. 

And then, finally, Draco breathed out slowly, and he sagged in Harry’s arms - surrendering at last.

anonymous asked:

Can you write some more drarry with comfort? Idk I'm just in the mood for some hugs n stuff

My Writing

Draco walked into the eighth year common room, slamming the door behind him, and immediately went up to Harry’s dorm. He stormed in, and Harry, who was sitting on his bed, looked up from the homework he was doing.

“Hey love.”

“Hi,” Draco grumbled and plopped down in the chair at Harry’s desk. He crossed his arms over his chest and set his face into a pout.

Harry set his homework aside.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Draco averted his eyes from Harry’s.

“I hate this school,” he said quietly, trying to keep the tears that wanted to fall at bay.

Harry noticed his bottom lip beginning to tremble and quickly got up from the bed and knelt in front of Draco.

“Hey…look at me.”

Draco reluctantly moved his eyes to back to Harry’s and his tears began to spill over.

“What happened, Draco?”

“I-I saw a first year who was locked out of their dorm, so I tried to help them, but they didn’t want my help. They were terrified of me and ran away after saying something about me being a death eater.”


“I was just trying to help, Harry! Even the first years think awful things about me! Eleven year olds! I-I’m never going to be able to escape my past.”

“Oh, love. Come here.” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco in a tight hug. He rested his chin on the top of Draco’s head and rubbed his back as Draco cried into his chest. “You are not your past, Draco. You are so different from who you were back then, and I’m so proud of you for how much you have changed. I know it’s hard, but you can’t let the negative things people say get to you. Especially when those people don’t know anything about you.”

“W-Why does everybody hate me, Harry?” Draco cried in a broken voice that broke Harry’s heart.

“Shh. That’s not even true, baby. I love you more than anything in this world. And you have Blaise and Pansy. Even Ron and Hermione have warmed up to you. And there are so many other people who love and care about you.”

Draco cried for a few more minutes, and Harry let him. He just sat there rubbing his back and telling Draco how much he loved him. 

When Draco finally calmed down, he wiped his tears on Harry’s shirt and looked up at him with sad eyes.

“You are so loved, Draco. I promise.”

Draco nodded, and Harry then pulled him over to his bed.

They laid down together, and Harry immediately started giving Draco kisses and telling him all the things that he loved about him, and that was how they spent the rest of their day.

‘No one makes me feel the way you do,’ she says into his chest, her voice muffled by his t-shirt, arms entwined in the twilight evening.

He laughs a little, runs his fingers through her hair, and looks up at the brightness of the stars, waiting for her to continue.

'It’s all your fault. When I see you in the mornings and your eyes are sleepy and your hair is still ruffled; when your roll up your shirtsleeves, or lean back and show off that bit of skin above your Calvins; when I look up from working and catch you looking at me as well, and the way you wink and carry on answering the question as if you weren’t reaching for my hand under the table that very minute- I’m incapable of anything other than longing for your touch, for it just to be me and you in that room, forever.’

He looks down then, smiles his beautiful lazy golden smile, and leans in even closer to whisper into her honeycomb curls.

'Oh, you don’t quite understand what you do to me either. You do the most incredible things to my heart, you can’t quite understand.’

—  j.f // and a new love is budding, built on a broken heart and golden smile • excerpts of stories I will never wrote @alotofunansweredquestions