I WANT TO SAY SOMETHING BUT TBH I’M FEELING VERY INCOHERENT AFTER ALL OF THESE COMPLIMENTS?? I JUST??
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so the other night when my mum went to go and wake me up from my nap i started talking back to her while not entirely awake
now in my head i was giving an entirely coherent response to whatever i thought she had said to me
but what i apparently actually said was some mumbling, and then, “just assume everyone else is having a gay time”
and when my mum started laughing and asking what i was talking about i got really offended that she wasnt taking me seriously, starting ranting incoherently about copenhagen for a few minutes, and then fell asleep again
Summary: Y/N and Draco are in bed and theyre late for a class but all Draco wants to do is cuddle ;) Warning: Fluffiness, cuddly Draco aw
You lay comfortably in Draco’s bed, sighing in the comfortable warm sheets. Your head was rested on his chest, and his muscular arms were wrapped around you. Suddenly you were snapped out of your daydream when your alarm rang.
“Fuck.” you groaned and rolled around. “Draco. School.”
“Noooooo Y/N lets just stay in bed todayy.” Draco pouted and rolled onto his side to put his arm around your waist once more.
“Dracoo. We have McGonagall.” you writhed under his arm but he kept you in place.
“5 more minutes.” He kissed you cheek. “please.” He kissed your ear. “Please.”
“Mmmmmm FINE.” you give in and turn to face him. He smirked and fell asleep again.
You took this time to look at him. God, he was so adorable when he was sleepy. His blonde hair was all messy and ruffled and fell slightly in front of his eyes. You chuckled softly as his nose crinkled and moved the tickling hair out of the way. You watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed. He always slept shirtless, which was to your advantage because you got to wear his shirt and see his abs ;) You were wearing his Slytherin tshirt and it was so comfortable. It was slightly too big, it was soft and filled with his scent. Your eyelids started to droop and you fell asleep again.
“Agrhfdj what time is it?” you woke with a start, some time later.
“jdwsujdeod Y/N will you shut up.”
You got up and pulled the green hangings open. Crabbe and Goyle were already down to breakfast, surprisingly, and Blaise was reading. You opened the window to let the sunshine in.
“Nice pants Y/N.” Blaise said. You blushed, suddenly realizing that Draco’s shirt hardly covered your butt. Draco frowned at his friend, got up and picked you up to put you back onto the bed.
“Hey hey sorry mate, im only joking.” Blaise shrugged, going down to the common room. You were about to get up again when Draco said:
“Oh no kitten, we are not getting up yet.” and he plopped down next to you and put an arm and leg around you.
“Draco, class starts in 20 minutes.” But he was already asleep again. Man, that boy can sleep.
“You’re really cute you know.” you whisper, tracing your finger down his nose.
“mffmh i know” he mutters incoherently.
“K seriously lets get up.” you said again but all Draco did was whine and hold you closer.
“I want to stay in this bed forever with you Y/N. “
“Aw I’d like that too but I also want to pass Transfiguration.”
“Whatever” he mumbled, kissing your neck. Okayy so this was nice. Maybe you can stay like this for another minute. One glance at the clock changed your mind however. Class just started.
“Okay, just gotta get this cuddly maniac to get up.” you thought.
“Draco. If you dont get up now, I wont have sex with you for a month.”
At this he sat right up, his eyes wide. You laughed and got up to change.
i'm jealous of your writing skills!!! you're so talented!
Thank you thank you thank you!!!!
Practice makes perfect though, honestly. Keep at it, I bet you’re a wonderful writer but you’ll always be your own worst critic, you just improve with practice. And never ever ever compare yourselves to others because your bastard mind will always make you come out less favourable. Believe me we ALL do it, don’t believe a single person who says they don’t! Everyone has their own style and ideas.
You should see the very first ff7 and ff12 fics I wrote lol, they’re fucking awful! xD
handy tip: don’t point out that a fic author is taking a while to update/didn’t update when they said they would
we don’t get paid to do this
so sometimes, lo and behold, this little thing called ‘life’ gets in the way of writing (for example; personal lives, jobs, university, general lack of co-operation from our muses, travelling, illness, technical problems, etc.) (i know, how dare we put anything above writing, right?)
regardless, please consider that before telling us how we’ve broken promises/are taking too long to update/aren’t putting in enough effort to our fics - why don’t you try writing a novel-length book on the side of your regular daily life?
I let out a small yawn as I went to stretch my legs out only for me to realize that they were currently trapped between something. My eyes snapped open and I turned my head to see Justin fast asleep with his arm draped over my waist. I realized it was his own legs that raveled around mine somehow getting us twisted into the night. I couldn’t even remember falling asleep – let alone getting in his bed to do so. I really had to stop dozing off. My heart beat quickened at the feel of his fingers tracing my arm absentmindedly. Get yourself out now, my head told me but I was too busy enjoying the warmth radiating from his close body and his satin sheets. I started to remember how Justin and I watched a game of basketball; Heat vs. Knicks as he explained to me the different terms we ate the mac and cheese that I whipped up in his kitchen.
I pulled away slightly and moved out of his grip. Once my feet touched the floor I noticed my jeans and shirt were on the floor, my throat felt tight and I had the same feeling I did the last time I awoke in a bed besides Justin. My mood changed when I quickly looked down and noticed I was wearing a big blue t-shirt and gray sweatpants. I rolled my eyes to myself, recalling when Justin lone me his clothing after I complained about how tight my jeans were. I peeked over my shoulder and was grateful to see that Justin still hadn’t awoken from his slumber but his hands that were over my waist were now running against the sheets.
I decided to be a little brave and calm my racing heart, I leaned over and put my hand on his shoulder, “Justin, wake up,” I said softly causing him to stir and dig his face into his pillow. I knew I had to take a better approach to get him up considering it wasn’t even seven yet. When I shook his arm harder he mumbled something incoherent. “Seriously?” I muttered before rolling my eyes.
I went to lift myself back off the bed, “Seriously,” he said behind me causing me to jump. I snapped my head to look at him; his lazy smile brought another thump to my heart as he rubbed his eyes.
“You were awake this whole time?”
He sat up and pulled the blankets along with him, “Not the whole time,” he answered. “but when I feel my arm rocking like a damn boat then yes I wake up.”
I stuck my tongue out at him before getting off the bed, “How did I get in here?”
“You fell asleep on the couch,” he replied as he swung his legs off the edge. He was shirtless and had a similar pair of sweatpants on. I hoped to God I wasn’t staring. “So I carried you in here.”
I fought the urge to smile. “And why are you in here?”
He raised his eyebrows as he grabbed his t-shirt off the floor and pulled it over his head. “This is my bed.”
“There are other bedrooms,” I pointed out as he crossed the area.
“Yeah without a mattress,” he said. “You know what, next time I’m leaving you on the couch.”
“There won’t be a next time.” I told him as I followed him out of the room and then down the hall. He didn’t answer but I saw the shake of his head and I could guarantee there was another smirk on his lips. He stopped when he reached the kitchen and then grabbed the door of the fridge, popping his head inside.
“Damn it,” he muttered. “I really need to go shopping.”
I nodded in agreement as I took a seat on the stool by the island. “I’ll drive you home,” he said. “Let me take a quick shower first. There’s juice in the fridge.”
I sighed gently as he jogged out of sight and I rested my elbows against the granite. My eyes still felt heavy from the lack of sleep I had gotten. I jumped off the seat and went to the refrigerator to retrieve something to drink but I stopped when I heard a pounding at the door. The sound was so abrupt and loud I almost let out a yelp. Not knowing if I should answer or not I chose against to and grabbed a glass in the cupboard and the carton of orange juice.
The knocking sounded again and I was about to burst it open and yell at the person behind it pounding away at this ungodly hour. My idea was put to an end when the door knob turned and my eyes widened. Did he forget to lock it? I was backing up until I noticed the figure that emerged…Jeremy. He had a key in hand and his eyes showed pure frustration. When they landed on me, it seemed to increase and he exhaled loudly.
“I can’t believe my son settled for this.”
Slightly used to his vulgarity, I wasn’t completely taken off guard. “Nice to see you too, Mr. King.”
He brushed right past me and started using his fist to pound on each door, “Son?” He shouted out harshly. “You better get your ass out here now.”