sometimes i wish you would leave me

Muse || Peter Parker

Prompt - Y/N is an artist who tends to find inspiration in others, as in she draws other people, and she draws Peter the most. He sees one of her drawings of him and asks her about it. FLUFFY!

Warning - none. 

A/N: haven’t written anything in awhile and this might be a little short. Besides, I was getting bored. I am also in the midst of writing some smutty sin, so you can look forward to that. 

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She was a creative person, incredibly above average when it came to expressing her imagination. Her art was aesthetically pleasing to the eye, those who saw it wondered how a girl of such a young age could possibly make something so realistic. She had a talent for capturing the person’s essence in every drawing, or portrait to be more specific.

She drew everyone, whether they noticed it or not. 

But there was one person who she absolutely loved to draw.

That person was Peter Parker. 

The boy in the layered sweaters and graphic t-shirts. 

She adored that boy’s physique because to her drawing him came like second nature. In her drawings, his fluffy brown hair would be perfectly styled, his clothes exactly the way he had them; disheveled. 

But there had been one day when he had been late to school. He walked into their shared class, his hair tousled, his clothes in disarray. He had ran his hand through his wild morning hair in an attempt to tame it, and at that moment Y/N had already pulled out her sketchbook to draw his rugged appearance that captivated her so much. 

She watched him for the duration of the class period to get his features perfect. Nobody noticed her watching him, it was a normal sight to see her staring at someone. Everyone knew that she was an artist and that she drew anyone that captured her eye, some people took it as a compliment, others didn’t. 

She loved that drawing, she was proud of it. 

Everyday she drew someone new, and among those new drawings was always an even better drawing of Peter. 

In the beginning, when she first started drawing him she barely knew his name, she was just intrigued by his noticeable Star Wars t-shirt. But then as time went on, she became more infatuated with the young genius. 

She tried talking to him but the moment she caught a glimpse of those chocolate brown eyes, her face would become warm and her eyes were immediately back on her sketchbook. He was her muse. 

She found comfort in sketching his cheekbones, his jawline, his nose, his beautiful hair. It enraptured her. 

She was in her last class of the day, off to the side in the last row of desks. Peter sat directly to her left.

She had already finished her classwork so she pulled out her almost completed sketchbook and opened it to an empty page, her pencils were already laid out waiting for her to use them. 

She didn’t really mind if he noticed her drawing him, maybe he’d want to talk to her about it and then she’d actually be able to talk to him without being a shy idiot about it. 

She began with the outline of his face. She had done these steps so many times that she could probably do them in her sleep. 

She continued to sketch him, but she was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn’t notice Peter’s eyes flickering to her paper. He recognized the face as his own and his eyebrows furrowed together. 

She’s drawing me. She’s actually drawing me,’ he thought. 

A ghostly grin etches its way onto his face as he watches her, the pencil running over the paper, her index finger smudging the graphite for the appropriate shading, her bottom lip in between her teeth in concentration. 

He noticed that she didn’t even need to glance at him to complete her drawing. Unknown to him, but she had his face permanently etched into her brain. 

The bell rang signaling that it was finally time for the poor students to go home. Y/N packed up her stuff but carried her sketchbook in her arms. 

As the students began to excitedly file out of the room, Peter followed behind Y/N to try and talk to her. 

Y/N liked to take her time when she left school because she didn’t really like being in a crowded subway surrounded by tons of people, downside to living in New York. She walked slowly as she let her beat-up converse hit the newly polished school floors. 

Peter tapped her shoulder making her turn around. When she saw that familiar face looking down at her with a gentle grin, her heart fluttered. 

“Hey,” she said trying to make it seem like she wasn’t dying to run her fingers through his fluffy hair. 

“Uh hi, I’m-uh, I’m Peter,” he managed to say, she smiled at his nervousness. 

“Yeah, I know. You’re in most of my classes, you’re not invisible,” she clutches her sketchbook tightly in her arms. 

He’s talking to me. He’s actually talking to me,’ she thought.

He blushed cherry red, “I um, I noticed you drawing me during class and I-” she wanted to let him finish but she had to ask. 

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” She asked, he shook his head vigorously.

“No! No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just know that you draw everyone and I was curious as to why you were drawing me,” he explains.

“Because you’re beautiful,” she blurts out without processing the words as they left her mouth. 

Peter’s grin then turns into a full blown smile, cheeks blazing red. 

Y/N knew that she should feel embarrassed about what she had just said to the object of her artistic affection, but she wasn’t embarrassed. 

“You think I’m…beautiful?” He couldn’t stop smiling, his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling but he couldn’t help it. 

A gorgeous and talented girl had just called him beautiful.

“Yeah. You’re my muse, my inspiration,” she wished she would just stop talking, but she had already started so there was no point in stopping.

“I know it’s a bit awkward but I-I draw you all the time, I find your features…fascinating,” she tells him, he chuckles. 

“Well maybe we could hang out sometime and you can draw me as much as you’d like,” he offers awkwardly sliding his hands into his pockets, she hides her absolute joy by looking down at her sneakers as her cheeks turn a bright red. 

“Um yeah, yeah I’d like that,” she accepts.

“Great.”

They leave the school together and he walks her home only for her to insist that he stay so she could take him up on his offer of making another portrait of him. He accepted, but this time it wasn’t a drawing…it was a painting. 

He flipped through the pages of her sketchbook as she prepared the materials that she needed for the painting. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of drawing me? I mean, I’m nothing special.”

She laughs, “Not at all, like I said…you’re my muse.”

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A/N: I hope this was satisfying enough. I’ll probably be posting another fic this week because I’m having lots of inspiration. <3 

12.16 coda

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It feels wrong for some reason not telling Castiel that Claire shows up on their case in Wisconsin, but he’s been swallowing that bullshit about “giving people space” for months now and he’s trying to do right by her at least. Let her make her own choices. Besides, it’s kind of nice having her tag along. She’s a pretty cool kid.

He should have called the minute he figured out what Mick was up to. He knows he should have. But it all happens so fast with the bite and the cure and he’s too busy blaming everyone in that room for what’s happening to his - to Claire. His hand, his hand shoved that poisonous needle into Claire’s skin, he as good as killed her himself. “I need some air.” He yanks on the doorknob like he wants to rip Mick’s head off his body and and steps out into the cold night air.

For a minute all he can do is stand on the threshold, chest heaving. He’s frozen to the front step, a terrible ringing in his ears.

And then he hears another high-pitched, agonized scream. It scares him into moving.

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Cracks || BTS Suga

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1340

Part 2 

You tried to understand that your boyfriend was busy being in an idol group and all. Tours, recordings, music broadcasts, and promotions were tiring. Therefore, you always tried to stay out of his way and cope with the loneliness. It was hard, but you didn’t want to be in his way. You saw your friends more than your own boyfriend. You envied them. Their boyfriends were always texting them or there for them. Yoongi, on the other hand, was always busy. Even when your grandmother passed away, he wasn’t there to comfort you. You never told him. It was hard for you, but you tried to always put on a strong front and smile in front of Yoongi. You didn’t want to be a burden to him.

You don’t know where it went wrong. He was so caring and affectionate toward you in the beginning. After 3 years of dating, however, he stopped texting you every morning, afternoon, and night. Soon, the texts disappeared and so did Yoongi. He stayed at the dorm all the time now. You haven’t seen him for months and he didn’t bother to text or call you.

“You need to be selfish for once noona.”

You were hanging out with Bangtan’s maknae line and Jimin was starting to worry about your relationship with his hyung. You brought lunch over for them knowing they would probably skip it, like always. They were too engrossed in practice to know that their bodies were starving.

“Yeah, Jimin is right. We’ve never seen Yoongi hyung act affectionate with you. You’re always texting us to check up on hyung. That’s not right.”

You thought Jimin and Taehyung were right, but you just couldn’t. You knew if this kept going, one of you will start to fall out of love. This relationship would become toxic.

“Why don’t you go and take the lunches to the hyungs. We’ll continue to practice after eating.”

“Okay Kookie. Remember to rest before going back to practice. You’ll get stomach cramps.”

They nodded and you left to find the other 4. You found them all in the recording studio talking and laughing. Hoseok was the first to jump up and hug you.

“(Y/N) noona!”

He hugged you and you laughed. You were always close to Hobi cause you and him were closest in age.

“Hey Hobi! Hey Namjoon, Seokjin oppa.”

They all hugged you, except for your own boyfriend. You were kind of disappointed, but you quickly got rid of the disappointment in your eyes and held out the lunches you had made for the boys.

“I know you guys would probably skip lunch like always, so I bought you guys something to eat. It may not be as good as Seokjin oppa’s, but it’s edible. The other 3 already tried it.”

“Ey, your food is delicious. But you know, if you need any help with anything, I’m here to help!”

“Thank you oppa.”

Everyone except Yoongi grabbed a lunch box from the bag. The other 3 quickly sensed the tension between the 2 of you and left the 2 of you to talk. You stood there awkwardly as Yoongi went back to work. After a few minutes of just standing, you grabbed a lunchbox and opened it. You set it down in front of Yoongi and turned his chair around.

“Please, take a break and eat.”

“I’m busy if you can’t sense that already.”

Your heart cracked. His harsh tone was enough to cause tears to form.

“I know, but you should at least eat a little. Just a bite?”

You were practically pleading at this point. He could be as cold as he wanted to you, but you wanted him to at least take care of himself. You pushed the lunchbox closer to him only to have it knocked out of your hands and onto his lyric notebook. Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his notebook from under the food. You knew how important it was to him. It was his life.

“(Y/N)! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

“I’m sor-”

“DO YOU THINK A SORRY IS ENOUGH? YOU COULD’VE RUINED EVERYTHING. You are so lucky it was closed.”

“I said I was sorry. If you just complied.”

“Are you blaming me now? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

Another crack in your heart.

That was your last straw. It hit some nerve that you never knew even existed. And neither did he.

“LEAVE YOU ALONE? I’VE LEFT YOU ALONE FOR MONTHS NOW! NOT A SINGLE TEXT OR CALL FOR 4 MONTHS AND YOU STILL WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU ALONE? Sometimes I wonder if we’re even in a relationship. You could at least send a text. I’m just asking for one simple, ‘hey’. Is that too much to ask for?”

He was taken aback from your sudden outburst. You were always a quiet person and you always kept calm even in the most frustrating situations.

“I was busy. What’s up with you? You never shout.”

Another crack.

“Maybe if you bothered to care, you would understand why all this is happening.”

“I don’t have time. I wish you would just understand me sometimes. I’m an idol. I can’t be there to comfort you through everything. If you waited a little more, I would’ve been home. Stop being so selfish.”

You were speechless. Everyone around you were right. You have been too nice to Yoongi. He has taken your love for him for granted. The tears you have been holding fell and now all your anger has become sadness.

“Maybe I don’t want to wait anymore. Maybe…maybe, I can’t wait anymore.”

With that, you left. You left him standing there still taken aback from not only your words, but also your tears. You left him to think about where this relationship went wrong. It took him a while to finally figure out that you didn’t just throw a tantrum and leave to cool off. You left him and your relationship with him.

“Hyung, how could you say that to noona?”

“Guys, I’m not in the mood.”

“How could you still say that?! You haven’t talken to her in 4 months. She has to check on her stupid boyfriend through us. She texted us to make sure you were eating, sleeping, and taking care of yourself. She’s texted all of us because she didn’t want to bother you. She’s been understanding. She has been waiting for you and here you are. Working.”

Namjoon scoffed. Jimin shoved 6 phones onto the desk Yoongi was working at. There were endless conversations with you. You telling them to make sure he was alright and healthy. There was even a group chat he wasn’t a part of. And then there was his phone. Empty. Not a single text since 4 months ago. As he finished reading, a sound from everyone’s phone.

(Y/N) : You won’t be hearing from me for a while. Good luck on your comeback. Please don’t tell Yoongi. I’m just a burden.

Hoseok quickly snatched his phone and texted back. After getting another text, he turned to Yoongi and held his phone out for him to see the conversation he just had with you.

Hobi: Where are you going? Please tell me you aren’t leaving.

(Y/N): Remember that offer I got at work to work on a fashion show in Paris. I decided to accept. I’m going to be gone for at least a year or maybe I’ll just stay there.

Yoongi froze. You were leaving. You were leaving him and never coming back. He looked up quickly when he heard another text come in.

(Y/N): Guys, I’m leaving in 2 weeks to Paris. Please don’t tell Yoongi. Tell him I met some other guy or you guys make up some excuse.

You still thought of him even though he didn’t even glance at you for 4 months. Yoongi started to cry. He just ruined a great relationship. He just ruined what could’ve been his wife and the mother to his children. He made the woman he loved the most leave.

In the Heart of the Storm (Part 7)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are house-sitting for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane. Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 

Warnings – Knives

Word Count – 1,618

Notes –   Things are moving a bit slow in this fic, but I kinda like it this way.  I normally write my series in 10 parts, but I think this one is going to be way longer than that!  I feel as though I should go ahead and apologize for the cliffhanger now… 😉 As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Previously:

His eyes grew even more serious as the implications of your words set in.  “I can’t involve you in this.  I’m a wanted man, both by Hydra and the authorities.  If…no, when they find me, neither side is going to let me live. Hydra will kill me to keep me from talking and everyone else will kill me for the things I’ve done.  I may not remember exactly what I did, but if it was for Hydra, it wasn’t good.”

Your gaze grew stony as you listened to him dismiss your offer of help.  “That’s too bad.  I’m already involved, and like it or not, I’m sticking with you until this is resolved. The first thing we need to do is…”

You were interrupted by the unmistakable chiming of the doorbell. The two of you shared a look of panic before he grabbed the knife from the island and began stalking toward the door.



 

“Stop!” you hissed in a whisper as you chased him down the hall toward the front door.  You grabbed his right arm and he turned to give you an exasperated look.  “Listen to me.  If that’s Hydra, do you really think they’re going to ring the doorbell?”

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things are becoming blurry

but i remember a time when you used to tell me that you would never leave me
i don’t think i’ll ever believe that anymore
maybe that was just something i wanted to hear in the moment

i wonder if you remember 
are things becoming blurry for you as well?
i remember, but my eyes are feeling wetter

maybe i’m tired

i don’t understand

but sometimes i wish your words had held true
way back when you used to tell me that you’d never go
and sometimes i think about you
i miss you

even though thats not what i’m trying to do
i’m sorry
i shouldn’t have said anything

anonymous asked:

Can you do a pref where you and Harry are having a serious fight, but mutually decide to put up a happy front around others. And everyone buys it, but one of the other guys notices that somethings wrong between you two. And he pulls you away and is like "spill" and you confess everything and you break down crying

This was no-doubt the worst fight of your relationship.

“You can’t just leave me and Darcy here while you go shoot a six month movie in France!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. Harry tightens his jaw, and he basks in his silent fury while you go on and say, “We’re in a marriage, Haz! That means you can’t just pick up and leave anytime you want to!”

“This isn’t anytime, though!” Harry yells, fist colliding with the wall. You filch visibly, but that doesn’t stop him from scaring you. “This is a once and a lifetime opportunity! My movie screen debut! I could win an oscar or–”

You sigh exasperatedly, “Do you hear yourself!” You tear your fingers through your hair and your breathing becomes laboured. “You’re saying a goddamn oscar is more important to you than me and Darcy.”

“AT LEAST AN OSCAR WON’T LEAVE ME!” Harry screams and the plaster on the wall crumbles under his fist. 

Your chest heaves up and down and a moment of silence goes by before you whisper, “That was two years ago, Styles. And I didn’t leave you. I just thought it would be better for all of us if Darcy and I lived with my parents while you were on your tour, so she wouldn’t keep asking where daddy was–”

FUCKING EXCUSES!” He screams, and you start crying. You didn’t understand why he was so furious at you. He takes a step closer to you, teeth grinding. His voice lowers to a deadly whisper, “Sometimes I wish I didn’t love you so much because I’m giving you everything you need to rip out my heart and let me bleed out.”

Your eyes crinkle at the sides, and you fold your arms over your chest. “So you’re saying you regret falling in love with me?”

Harry looks at you, right in the eye, for the first time that night. He can see how much his answer will impact your next actions, so he takes a few moments to think his answer through. But apparently he’s too blinded by rage to choose wisely because he says, “I don’t regret falling in love with you. I regret taking that love and letting it control my life.”

You furrow our eyebrows and shake your head slowly, vision blurred with tears. “You don’t mean that,” you give him another chance to change his answer.

But his eyes are still trained on yours as he says, “I do.”

And just like that, the two words that started your marriage are the same words that are ending it.

WE’RE HOME!”

Both of you wince as you hear the door swing open and the sounds of your four-year-old daughter Darcy being carried by Louis, who is followed closely by Niall and Liam, fill the living room.

You quickly rush over to the sink, rinsing our face to make it appear as if the wetness of your cheeks came from a facial wash. Harry quickly hangs a calendar over the hole in the wall he had created, and is quick to walk out to greet the guests.

Struggling to hold back tears, you watch as Harry greets Darcy with a kiss on the cheek. How can somebody who regrets having their own daughter still smile at her? 

“Hey Y/N.” You turn around to see Liam exiting the kitchen, a glass of cold Cola in his hand. His eyebrows knit together as he sees the red outlining your eyes. “Is there anything wrong?”

At those words, Harry quickly turns to you, and you hesitate as you tell Liam, “No…I just got soap in my eye…that’s all.” Your husband turns back around and rocks Darcy back and forth in his arms as he and Niall discuss sports. Liam’s eyes are still trained on you, however, and he’s not buying your lie. 

“Come on,” Liam pulls you by the elbow, abandoning his glass on the kitchen counter as he leads you into the downstairs bathroom. He locks the door, and whispers, “Spill.”

You shrug nonchalantly, trying to pass off as cool. “Nothing’s wrong, Liam. Just soap in my eye, like I told you–”

“Bull,” he calls you out. “Y/N, do you know overtime you lie your cheeks heat up?”

You feel them heating up now. “What? No they don’t,” you try but fail miserably. Huffing out a breath, you confess, “Fine. Harry and I had a fight.”

He didn’t have to prompt you for you to break down crying, “And he said he regrets letting our relationship play such a big role in his life. That means he regrets marrying me, having Darcy, and–”

“Harry would never say that,” Liam interrupts you, baffled. “He’s not that kind of dude.”

“Well…he did.”


Liam storms out of the bathroom, and points an accusing finger at Harry. “Styles, you selfish–” about to say bastard, but sees Darcy peering up at him curiously, so he settles for “–respectful, successful, talented man.”

Harry looks more confused than ever, but when Louis steps in to take Darcy upstairs to the loo, his eyes find yours and he sighs deeply. “Liam, whatever Y/N told you–”

“Is true,” he interrupts. “How could you say those things to her? And mean them?”

“I–”

“Liam, you’re not our couple therapist,” you step in and shoot a sad smile at him. “Thanks for trying, though.” You turn to your husband, and your expression immediately hardens. 

“Go shoot that fucking film, Darcy and I can survive without you.”


i’m writing a sequel but don’t rush me darling xx

I often miss you and not in the way I used to. You were my first love, my first sight of what I wanted in my future and so much more. I fell so in love with you so extremely fast and I often wish that wasn’t the case. You were only in my life for a few years, but somehow your presence still lingers here. I wish that you would just go. Take all of your lies, your false promises and your excuses and just leave my life. I’m not good enough and I never was good enough for you. I know you aren’t the man I need in my life to make me a better woman. But sometimes I wish you would’ve stayed just a little longer so I could’ve figured that out on my own. Because sitting here, missing you, wondering why you chose her has made me a person I never wanted to be. In love with someone who never loved me, and unable to let anyone break down the walls I have built to keep the memories of you out. So please, if there ever comes a day you decide you miss me, please just stay the hell away from me. I was never good enough. I was too young, too naive, too in love. Whatever you want to say, just know I would’ve done anything for you and I wake up every day trying to kill off the memory of you.
Thank you for breaking me in a way I didn’t know was possible.
But more importantly, thank you for making me who I am today.
Without you walking out and completely breaking me, I wouldn’t stand as tall as I do.
Thank you. Now get out of my head.
The Way You Are

Request: I was wondering if i could request a bucky x reader where the reader has a facination with buckys metal arm & is always playing with his metal fingers when they cuddle but buckys insecure about his arm so reader is really reassuring? If so ty in adv!

Summary: Reader is always staring at Bucky’s arm.. He thinks she’s afraid. She knows she’s fascinated. 

Bucky Barnes X Reader 

Word Count: 1362

A/N: I hope this is okay!! I’ve read a bunch like this, so I wanted to try and make it a little different!! Hopefully it’s not terrible xoxo (I know, I suck at summaries AND titles..)

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Speakers

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam takes the reader into the woods for a romantic night, but what she tells him causes a shift in the mood.

Word Count: 1,294

Warnings: semi-public smut (they’re in the middle of the woods), Sam being sweet and adorable, fluff

A/N: My first [decent] aesthetic! Told from Sam’s POV. Inspired by this song.

Laying in the bed of my old truck, the wind whirled around us, cool air running over the skin left uncovered by the blanket I’d brought along. My lips connected with the soft skin of her neck, barely touching, the warmth from my lips and breath leaving a spot that was especially affected by the chill. She gasped in sharply, her hands came up to grip at my shoulders as I moved to hover over her.

Her head leaned back on the balled up t-shirt she was using as a pillow, and the speakers permitted faint bumps of bass drum beats to come through the windows. The bed liner rumbled under her back, but all I could focus on was the pounding in her chest, like her heart was physically trying to jump up at me.

The chilled breeze whipped around us, following my fingers through her hair. If I could commit one thing about this night to my memory for the rest of my life, it would be the way [Y/N] looked. The moon was so bright, shining down and illuminating her in ways the sun never could, casting shadows of the trees across her face and body. 

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Deepest Wish

Requested by @jazminblake

Summary: There is once again a party in the camp and everyone is partying except Bellamy who’s keeping watch, but mostly watches reader, who is dancing, laughing and singing, which makes him smile. Later she decides to keep him a company but eventually falls asleep. Bellamy takes her to her tent and is about to leave but reader stops him, because she’s done feeling alone.

Word count: 2502

Song: She’s crazy, but she’s mine


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Bellamy sat leaned against the tree a little afar from the centre of the party. Just as always he was keeping an eye on the delinquents who were partying, but his eyes were specifically trained on Y/N. The girl that had stolen his heart.

He felt a smile grew on his own lips as he watched her dancing and singing around the fire with that fairy laugh of hers echoing trough the whole camp. Her hair was waving around her and her eyes were lit up as she was having fun with her friends.

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Tether

“Baze?”

“You shouldn’t be here now.” His voice still sounds small despite how deep it’s grown these last few years, despite the echo of the small prayer room. “We’re not to see each other.”

“Lucky thing is,” Chirrut says obstinately, flopping gracelessly down next to Baze, sprawled while the other kneels stiffly. Chirrut can tell by the odd resonance of his voice that his head is to the ground, penitent. Or sulking. “I can’t see anything, and as much as I’ve tried, you’re no exception.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Baze growls, sitting up to face the altar. He rubs a hand self-consciously over his newly shaved head. It feels wrong in a way he did not expect to still experience so strongly all these years after leaving his home. “If someone sees you in here with me, they’ll think the worst. Then we’ll really get it.”

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Player: Jamie Benn – Dallas Stars

Prompt:

I started to write this prompt but it became too similar to the Baby Fever imagine. I got an idea and decided to change it up. Hope you enjoy! 

Mentions: None.

Warnings: Fighting, & Cuss Words.

Preview: You waited as he toddled down the hallway towards you. The sound of his hockey stick hitting the floor. He reached you and grabbed your pant leg pulling you towards the front of the house. He continued to whine and call for Jamie.

Characters:. 1166 words.

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You sighed watching your toddler walk from his playroom for the millionth time. This time he was dragging his hockey stick down the hall whining and calling for his father. It broke your heart.

Beau had been like this all day from the moment he woke up. He had been searching the house whining Papa and you were worn out. Nothing could soothe or distract your son from the absence of his father. You watched as Beau approached the door of Jamie’s office, banging the door with his stick and just repeating Papa over and over.

You waited as he toddled down the hallway towards you. The sound of his hockey stick hitting the floor. He reached you and grabbed your pant leg pulling you towards the front of the house. He continued to whine and call for Jamie.

He brought you to the door and pointed. You swear you could have cried right then and there, but you put on a brave face. You scooped up Beau as he tried to wriggle from your arms. 

“Beau, I know bud you miss Daddy. He will be here soon, I hope.” You pleaded with your cranky toddler.

You had thought that this mood surrounding the house would have ended this morning when Jamie was due home from his road trip. But according to Tyler’s Instagram story, the boys had gone to lunch and were now going out. You rubbed you hand down your face as your son continued crying.

You watched as Beau continued his crying rampage, you pulled out your phone and recorded Beau dragging his hockey stick around the house calling out for his Papa. You posted the video to Instagram, tagging Jamie. You had hoped it would convince him to come home sooner.

After a few more hours of whining and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, you were sitting on the couch. Beau was sprawled across your lap, confining you to your place.  You ran your fingers through Beau’s hairs to keep him comforted. You weren’t risking anything to wake him up. You knew he would be instantly calling for Jamie again.

You desperately wanted a glass of wine but you couldn’t have one anyway. You were 2 weeks late. You had hoped it was just your cycle being off but the morning sickness told you otherwise. You weren’t sure what you were going to do. Beau was already a handful. You couldn’t imagine another little one. Jamie was a great father, but that was when he chose to be around.  

You heard the garage door opening and sighed. 

Jamie walked into the house, putting his bag down by the door. “How are my two favorite people?” he asked quietly.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” You mumbled under your breath or so you thought.

“What does that mean?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

“I’m not doing this in front of Beau, Jamie.” You quipped standing with a stirring Beau in your arms.

“Here let me take him…” Jamie offered. 

“If he even gets wind of you, he will be up for another three hours and I am exhausted.” You snapped softly, taking Beau upstairs leaving a hurt looking Jamie in the living room.

You put Beau to bed and headed back downstairs. You contemplated just going to bed yourself. Beau had drained all your energy and you weren’t prepared to battle with Jamie. But you knew you couldn’t avoid it.

You took a deep breath and found Jamie in the kitchen pulling out a bottle of wine. You watched as he poured two glasses.

“Is this about that video you posted?” he asked from his place at the counter. 

“The video of your son crying for you?”

“How long was he like that?” he asked obviously feeling guilty.

“All day today, and twice last week.” You answered honestly.

“He really misses you when you are gone. Me too.”

“I’m really sorry Y/N. I should have come home earlier.”

“Jamie, I want you to actually want to come home and see your family.” You snapped quickly.

“I just… the guys wanted to go out and I thought why not.”

“So your wife and child sitting at home didn’t even cross your mind?” you almost choked out. The day was finally taking its toll on you.

“I just needed a break Y/N…”

“A break? You got your break, Jamie, a full 10 days of it! What if I just decided I wanted a break huh? Just leave for a few days.” You were astounded.

“That’s not what I meant…”

“I don’t want to do this now. I’m tired.”

“Let’s just have a glass of wine together, please?”

“I don’t want a glass of wine.” You lied.

“Y/N, come on.” 

“I’m late Jamie.”

“You’re what?” he questioned

“Late, as in I’m about 80 percent sure I’m pregnant.”

“How does that happen Y/N?” he asked rubbing his hand down his face.

“Well we had Beau, I didn’t think I needed to explain it to you…”

“You know what I mean Y/N!”

“You’re saying that quite a lot Jamie, and I am not sure I know anymore.”

“Y/N, we already have Beau and with Hockey, everything is just so hectic.”

“You don’t think I know that? You aren’t the one who is at home every day. God Jamie, if you didn’t want this…”

“Of course I wanted it Y/N.”

“I just wish you would show it sometimes… I don’t care if you do it for me but Beau adores you and I don’t want him heartbroken”

You took his silence as your cue to leave. You headed upstairs to your bedroom and began to change. You stole a glance at the mirror at your non-existent baby bump. You heard Jamie’s heavy footsteps against the stairs.  You looked towards the door but it didn’t budge.

After a few moments, you walked into the hallway curious. You noticed Beau’s bedroom door open. You walked slowly and leaned against the doorway. You watched Jamie knelt against his son’s bed. You watched as he watched Beau sleep. You couldn’t help your heart swoon.

Jamie finally noticed you, and you noticed his red-rimmed eyes.

“Can he sleep with us tonight?” he asked in a whisper.

You just nodded in response as Jamie took Beau in his arms. Beau instantly cuddled into his father. Jamie followed you into the bedroom. He placed Beau softly in the middle of the bed. You both crawled in under the covers. 

You sat there in silence until Jamie spoke up.

“I know I don’t always show it, but there is nowhere I rather be. I’m going to step up Y/N. For the both… All three of you. I promise.”

You nodded praying he meant it.

Cameron Dallas: Cheating Prank *gone wrong*

Cameron was a troublemaker, he knew that a lot of the things he did could have a negative outtake but he risked it anyways. Today he was filming a prank that went out of style a while back so he knew you wouldn’t think he was pranking you, therefore, the best reaction. Cameron was supposed to go with you to get outfits for your charity event, he was your date for it. He sent you a text saying he wasn’t feeling well and that he would go pick up his outfit. Cameron knew that you would stop by with something for him to eat and medicine for him to get better. 

He invited Andrea over knowing that she’d agree, which she did knowing it was just a prank, he also invited Nash to be their lookout and witness for N/Y to know that nothing happened, now they waited. It only took three hours but N/Y send him a text saying that she was on her way, he didn’t unlock his phone that way it wouldn’t tell her that he read it. Cameron got into shorts and under his sheets. They had Andrea take off her shirt and bra, he gave her another sheet to wrap herself in before getting under the same cover as him. Nash walked in with a spray bottle of water spraying them to make them look sweaty, Cameron ripped open a condom wrapper throwing the condom in his drawer and the wrapper on top of his nightstand.

“Cameron!” You called from downstairs, Nash quietly took the bottle and went to the closet with his camera, Cameron messed up his and Andrea’s hair a bit before wrapping his arm around her acting as if they were sleeping. 

You set a bowl of soup on the counter along with the outfit he was supposed to get when they went out since he wasn’t feeling well she wanted him to get as much rest as he could. You headed up the stairs humming a song that had been playing on the radio recently. Standing at his door you lightly knocked, pushing the door open.

“Cam-” You stopped looking at the sight in front of you, him laying in bed with someone else, the condom, the clothes. You could see their faces glistening with sweat. “Unbelievable.” You mumble slamming the door being you, Cameron and Andrea waited a second before getting up, Nash walking out as well.

“I’ve never seen her look so angry,” Nash said with a smile as he opened the door, Cameron through on his shirt, both boys walking out so Andrea could change. By the time they closed the upstairs door, you had closed the door that leads into the apartment. “Shit,” Nash said grabbing his shoes before yanking open the front door, Cameron right behind him.

“N/Y!” Cameron Yelled after you making you walk faster, heading towards the elevator. By the time you got in you could see Cameron getting closer, Nash being him. You pushed the elevator button harder watching as Cameron started running towards the elevator, The doors started to close but he got there just in time to be able to get through.

“Give us a moment.” He said as Nash still had the camera going. The doors closed leaving you and Cameron, “It was just a prank, Nash was there recording everything.” Cameron said a smiling growing on his face “Come on, look at me.” He said moving closer to you, he tried to wrap his arms around you but you pushed him away.

“Sometimes you go too far…I would never prank you like that Cameron, I don’t care that it wa a prank, but the fact that you did it and didn’t even stop to think if I’d be okay or if I found it funny.” You spoke turning to the elevator door wishing it would move faster.

“I get that, I’m sorry but now that you get it’s a joke can you please come back upstairs so we can hang out like we were supposed to and we can tell the camera that you don’t hate me?” He asked as he tried to move towards you again.

“No Cameron! I don’t want to hang out with YOU today.” You spoke as the door opened. “I get a cheating prank but you had another girl in your bed, I understand that you and Andrea are friends but for her to actually be shirtless and you two to be close like that…I’m uncomfortable and I just want to go home.” You added walking out of the elevator, Cameron following behind you.

“Are you serious? N/Y…come on I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be this upset.” He tried, following you outside. You felt like you were overreacting and maybe you were but you were entitled to your feeling and you were upset. “Please just come inside so we can talk?” He asked as you neared your car.

“I’ll see you later, we can talk then if that’s okay with you.” You told him getting in your car, Cameron took a deep breath nodding knowing that you’d come around and you two would be okay if he just gave you some space.

(Thank you guys, there will be a funny part two for this.)

Dropping By (1/?)

Helping hunters with research and patching them up brings them to your house at all hours of the day & night. But what happens when your close friends , the Winchesters, are the ones showing up? What happens when a certain Winchester crawls into bed with you ?
 Warnings : swearing, flirting

Pairings : Sam x reader , Dean x reader


Originally posted by hunterchesters

  You’re woken up by  your doorbell ,followed by series of loud knocks on your front door. You roll over to look at your clock,

“ 2 in the fucking morning. You think they could atleast call first. ” you mumble as you drag yourself to your door.  You were a helpline for hunters, whether they needed information on a hunt, or to be patched up after a hard case. Usually you at least get a warning call, but whoever’s at your door obviously doesn’t know how to use a fucking phone. You whip your front door open, not bothering checking who it is, which you know is a dumb move, but right now you don’t care.

When you look up your met with vibrant green eyes. A smile instantly appears on your face,

  “ Dean ! ” You leap at him , throwing your arms around his neck. He lets out a deep laugh , wrapping his arms around your waist .  You hear someone clear there throat and look up behind Dean.

  “ You’re both here ?! please tell me no one kick started the end of the world again. ” You push off Dean to pull Sam into a hug. His giant arms engulf you into a bear hug ,making you let out a giggle.  The boys follow you into your home, and plop themselves on your couch.  You go right to the kitchen, grabbing them each a beer. When you get back you plant yourself between the boys, and wait for them to explain.   Dean throws his arm over your shoulders, hugging you close to him.  Does he know what he does to me? how is it possible to be that handsome. Damn .   You think back to when you met the boys at Bobby’s a couple years ago . You feel yourself blush, recalling how the first time the boys saw you was when you  were dancing around Bobby’s in a giant tee and underwear while making coffee.   Dean sighing breaks you out of your memory, and reminds your that you’re still waiting for an answer.

“ well boys, anyone going to tell me why you appeared on my doorstep at 2 in the morning, WITHOUT A PHONE CALL?!” They both wince when your voice rises. You stand up , sticking your hands on your hips while your stare at them . 

“ we just finished a case a couple hours away ,and figured we’d just drop by and say hi. Nothings wrong Y/n,  can’t we just miss you?” sams says, he pulls his puppy eyes out, and you melt.  Damn it Sammy .

“ Alright alright .You both look exhausted, go get washed up and decide whose sleeping where . I’ll go get the guest room cleaned up. ” You lean over and kiss both boys on the forehead.  Since you met them , you’ve been close with them .You help them on hunts, patch them up, and just hangout with them . You and Sam bond over books and tv series, things Dean claims as “nerd stuff” . They are both your bestfriends, but you feel a little differently towards the older Winchester. You openly flirt with eachother, nothing more has ever come of it though . You trust them both with your life, and nothing could ever change that.  As you’re making the guest bed, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. Before you turn around , you are tackled onto the bed. A shriek leaves your lips as you land, with another body on top of you. You can tell its dean, by the lack of shaggy brown hair in your face .

“ Oh my God Dean, get off me ! You’re going to smush me ! ” you start to struggle underneath him while he lets outs a chuckle.

  He leans off you so hes hovering over you . Your breath hitches when you think of the position your in. A blush  appears on your cheeks, making a smirk appear on Deans.  Can he read my fucking mind? Or is his just as in the gutter?  Dean’s still hovering over you while his body is between your legs.   So help me God if Sam walks-  Your thoughts are cut short by exactly what you hope wouldn’t happen. Sam walks in with a towel around his waist and his duffel in his hand , a curios look on his face.

“ Dean you lost fair and square, couch is waiting for you. “  Dean gets off you , mocking what Sam said as he leaves the room. You try to stifle a laugh at the boys, but fail .

Sam sends you a devious grin .

” so what was that all about Y/n? “ He asks slyly. 

  ” Wipe that smug smirk off your face Sammy, before I do.“ You threaten. He rolls his eyes, and you hear him mumble what sounds like ” idiots” under his breath. You roll your eyes and walk to the door. You turn back around and give Sam a quick kiss on the cheek ,and said goodnight. He shuts the door behind you, you here Dean in the shower so You open the door, to say goodnight but before the words leave your mouth Dean speaks,

“ Come to join me sweetheart. ” You can hear the smirk on his face.  I wish. what a fucking tease.

“ Keep dreaming Winchester, I came to say goodnight. ” you lean yourself against the counter.

 He peeks his head out from behind the curtain, “  come on sweetheart, it would save water if you did .” You roll your eyes . Does he have an off button?

“ Fine fine, but one day ill get you to say yes. ” Dean always knows how to rile you  up. Sometimes you think he isn’t kidding when he says stuff like this, but then you realize he just feels comfortable enough around you to be himself. Nothing more. You say goodnight and head back towards your bed. When you get there, you strip off your pants, and crawl your way under the covers. About 10 minutes later you hear your door open, and close. You feel the bed dip behind you, and the scent of Deans body wash fills your nose. What the hell?

“ Dean, incase you haven’t notice, this isn’t the couch honey” The sarcasm drips from your voice, but he only laughs in return.

“ Sweetheart, you’re not really going to make me sleep on that thing are you? ” By now he’s under the blankets, you forget your pantsless until he snakes his arm around your waist. His hand is resting on your bare hip, sending shivers through your body .

Originally posted by maybe-just-one-more

“ Uh Dean , what are-”

  “ Will you calm down, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. The only difference is apparently now you sleep without pants. Which, I’m not against. “  You can hear the flirty tone in his voice, but you ignore it .He’s right, you have shared a bed on hunts, and sometimes at Bobby’s .  You shake off your nerves, and scoot your body back into Deans, so he’s fully spooning you. His grip tightens on your waist, you hold in a moan at the feeling of being so close to him. It’s like the universe just wants to torture me. You both stay silent for a while, you shift around a little bit trying to get comfortable until Dean tightens his grip on you even harder.

” y/n , can you stop wiggling your ass against me? Don’t create a problem , unless you’re going to take care of it sweetheart.“  You let out a huff, and feel his chest shake with laughter. He thinks he is so funny, lets see how funny it is when I play back .

You start moving your ass against deans crotch again,  you can feel his dick start to harden against you  and you barely hold in a whimper at the feeling.He tightens his grip as a warning but you ignore it.  His hands move,sliding under your shirt and resting right under your bare boobs, barely grazing them . But the movement is enough to send a spark through you . He moves his mouth to your ear ,

” Don’t start this game Y/n . Go to sleep .“ He moves away , and places a kiss on the back of your head. Such a bastard. Just wait Dean.

 You take his warning and comply.  You’re too tired to deal with this right now, and frankly , you don’t know what has gotten into the both of you tonight . Harmless flirting is normal for you guys, but what just happened, this physical teasing is new. But you plan on testing this out tomorrow . You won’t let Dean win whatever game he started.

protective | danisnotonfire (requested)

request: You’re so talented it’s amazing! But um could you write about an argument with Dan because he gets all jealous and protective please??? Thanks!
word count: 978
tw: swearing?
note: this is such a fucking sappy, fluffy fic honestly its made of 100% sugar (at the end anyway) but it’s cute so i hope you like it!

“I actually can’t believe you.” You shook your head, quickly walking through the door of Dan and Phil’s flat. “Seriously, he didn’t do a single fucking thing!”

Dan followed behind you, an annoyed expression on his face. “Well I’m sorry, but that guy was getting way to close to you!”

“Not all guys are dickheads, Dan!” You yell, walking into the kitchen. Thankfully Phil wasn’t home, he was out shopping, so he wasn’t here to listen to you both arguing.

“And how was I supposed to bloody know that he wasn’t?” Dan growled, the vein in his neck pulsing with each word. “I can never do anything right with you, can I!?”

You felt small tears starting to slowly slide down your cheeks.

You never fought like this, but Dan was being so unnecessarily protective and it was driving you crazy. Wiping the salty tears away so he couldn’t how badly this hurt you, you turned to Dan.

“Just leave me alone for a few hours, okay? I don’t want to deal with this bullshit!” You yelled, walking past your boyfriend and into the lounge room, shoulder-barging Dan in the process.

I was just trying to show that I fucking cared about you,” you heard Dan mumble, before listening to his bedroom door being slammed shut, making the whole flat tremble.

Hearing the comment he just made felt like you had been stabbed in the heart, multiple times.

A few seconds later you burst into tears, pulling your knees up against your stomach and letting all of your tears out.

It hurt you a lot when you fought with Dan, mainly because you did it so rarely, but also because ever when you were angry at him, it still made you sad when you yelled at each other.

You wanted him to walk out and hug you, telling you that it was fine, but he probably had listened to you saying to leave you alone. You didn’t want to walk to his room either, because that would be awkward. Sighing to yourself, you turned on the television and opened Netflix, to see if re-watching episodes of Riverdale would take your mind off of Dan.

Halfway through episode one, you heard the front door to the flat open with a click, followed by the scuffling of feet. Phil was home.

“Hey, Y/N!” He greeted cheerily, obviously unaware that you had just been in an argument. You sniffed, quickly wiping your face in an attempt to get rid of the tear stains.

“Hi Phil,” you said, pausing the episode and smiling at him. Getting up from the lounge, you walk over to the kitchen to where Phil was unpacking some groceries. “Do you need any help with that?”

“Uh, if you don’t mind, yeah,” Phil nodded. “Where’s Dan?”

You felt your heart sink at the mention of his name. “Uh, Dan? He’s… in his room.”

“Oh, I thought he would’ve been with you, like he always is,” Phil joked. Seeing that you didn’t laugh too, he bit his lip. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, grabbing a tin from one of the paper bags and walking over to the cupboard it went it. “We just had a little… disagreement, that’s all.”

Phil frowned. “Oh, okay.”

You mentally thanked Phil for not wanting to talk about it anymore. Everytime you thought about it you felt like you’d cry.

“Hey, Phil.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as you turned to face the voice.

“Hey Dan,” Phil smiled, greeting him a little less enthusiastically than he had done with you, now knowing what was going on.

“I’m just gonna go,” you mumbled, closing the cupboard door and starting to walk out of the room.

“Wait Y/N,” Dan called, grabbing your hand to try to stop you. “Can we talk?”

“Not now, Dan,” you sighed, trying to wriggle your hand from his grasp. Truth is, you didn’t want to do this in front of Phil. “I just want to apologise.”

You don’t say anything. Instead, you look down at your feet, nodding. Dan lets go of your hand and steps back to give you space.

Phil takes this as a cue to give you some privacy, awkwardly walking down the hallway to his room. You silently wished he didn’t go.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I get too fucking jealous sometimes, and I overreacted because I was scared that you’d leave me and-”

“You’re scared that I’d leave you?” You say, looking up at him. “Why?”

“There are so many other guys out there that are better than me at literally everything. I’m just afraid that one day you’d be like, ‘well hey, Dan’s a bloody idiot! But look, this guy is super attractive and intelligent, I like him much better,’ and then knowing that you don’t love me anymore, that would break my fucking heart.”

You but your lip so hard that you thought it would bleed. Hearing Dan say that, listening to him telling you how much he loved and cared about you, that made your heart flip over and over again.

Without warning, you lunged at Dan, hugging him so tightly you were worried you’d squash him. You felt Dan wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up.

“I love you, Dan. I love you, I love you, I love you,” you repeated, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“I love you too. So, so much,” you could hear Dan say.

“Y/N, are you crying?”

“Maybe,” you sniffled, once you realised that you had started crying, hugging him tighter.

“I love you. I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” you whispered, wiping your eyes.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk,” Dan apologised. “I won’t do that, ever again.”

You smiled, connecting your’s and Dan’s lips.

God, you really did love him.

Accidents Happen PART 2

Originally posted by nellaey

READ PART ONE HERE

A/N: i’m sorry for the dreadful ending. I have rewrote this several times and this is the best I have been able to write it. I will not be writing a part three because of the way this turned out, there would not be much to include. <3

Requested by: @witch-lights @paperrplaness @dontstopxx 


Neither party had any conception on how the events turned out. Shortly after his brief conversation with Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy had received an anonymous letter which noted that the author, to whomst he did not know, had deep feelings for him. It also stated that he should meet them at the herbology greenhouses that very night at one a.m. He was very misguided; Draco was completely unbeknownst to who had sent it to him and anticipation riled through his veins until the time was twelve-fifty, when he decided to step foot outside of the Slytherin Common Room and make his way to the greenhouse. His heart was throbbing in his chest and his palms were undoubtedly sweaty - he was so nervous to be meeting a stranger, to which he assured that his wand was at easy access in his pocket, and to be out after curfew. He was never one to break the rules because his father, Lucius, assured that he would know if he did, and the consequences of Draco doing something wrong was always severe.

When Draco had reached the door to greenhouse three, hesitation came over him. Was he really considering meeting this strange person behind the door? Why did they not just tell him who they were? Why did they not tell hm face to face? Was this person ever going to be good enough for his parents standards, if anything between the two of them ever happened? Questions fought through Draco’s mind, making him hold his head between his hands. He placed his hand on the rusted handle, opening the door wide. His eyes widened, grabbing his wand his pocket and holding it up towards the girl.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” he seethed, extending his arm and readying himself to hex the girl if needed. Her small head looked up to him, a gasp left her lips when she saw his wand. This faultered Draco’s actions; he did not want to cause any harm to her, yet he needed to focus on holding up the act of hating her. Her eyes softened and she sat down on the greenhouse floor, wiping small parts of soil from her trousers. She opened her mouth to speak, and when she did her voice seemed strained and tired.

“Are you disappointed that it was me? I completely understand if you do, I mean I’d be disappointed if it was me too, but I just needed you to know that I do have feelings for you.. If you do not feel the same way, would you kindly leave me alone please? I would not want to come into conflict with you because it would hurt me far too much, and I know that somewhere inside of you, you have a good heart and would not want that for anybody. So, please, I’m begging you. Just leave me alone..” her gaze did not escape the floor. The silver of the moonlight was shining on her from the glass roof and once again, Draco observed her in a completely discrepant way. Irresolutely, Draco slid his want back into his pocket and seated himself directly in front of the Ravenclaw, making her gaze rise six inches. Draco took her dainty hands in his own large, pale ones and locked his grey eyes onto hers.

“W-what are you-”

“I am most definitely not disappointed that you were here, Y/N. You are correct, I do not want to hurt anybody, especially you. I came here tonight in hope of finding you sat here waiting for me, and knowing that you truly feel the same way about me that I do you, I cannot express my inner happiness. I wish not leave you alone, for I may lose you. May I ask, Y/N, would you like to do something together sometime soon? To spend some time fully getting to know each other in a way that is beneficial to both of us? In a kind way?”

The Ravenclaw was taken aback by Draco’s use of words. Never before had she seen him so well spoken and kind, and appreciative of her company. Just a week ago, she would have never even dreamt that the two would be this close, especially in the middle of the night. She noticed his slight shaking and the thin layer of sweat that was gathered in his hands and she beamed lightly at him.

“I would love to spend time getting to know you, Draco. Absolutely nothing would make me happier.”

Every time that the Ravenclaw and the Slytherin met up, they would become much more infatuated with one another. They endured their free time with one another, meeting in a different courtyard everytime and talking anout utter nothingness for hours. Other students were confused; how did the two go from despising each other a week ago to now acting like they were the only two people in the entire world? It left room for many different theories to be created, and they had soon cirlced around the school, leaving many people unhappy.

“Malfoy?! It’s utterly irrational!” Cho cried, folding her arms as she paced in front of Y/N in front of Charms. She had heard the rumours about Draco and her friend, and came to her rescue as quick as possible.

“It is not, Cho. I think I love him, I think I have done for a while.” The Ravenclaw whispered, looking with desperation to her friend. Cho shook her head, failing to see eye to eye with her friend. They had used to be so close, however ever since Y/N started conflicting with Draco, Cho had become quite distant.

“Love?” she scoffed humourously, shaking her head at the girl in front of her. “Let me tell you what love does. Last time I loved somebody, he died Y/N! You-Know-Who came and murdered him. And do I need to remind you about who Draco’s parents are and what they are?” A gasp left the Ravenclaw’s lips as she rose to her feet, confronting Cho. Her fists were balled at her side as she stared in anger at the girl in the front of her. She had the nerve to speak about Draco that way even though he had managed to cheer her up and had been a better friend to her recently than Cho had.

“How dare you! What I do and who I associate with is absolutely nothing to do with you! And yes, his parents may be Death Eaters, but he is not. You do not know him like I, Cho. He is a kind-hearted boy-”

“Kind-hearted!”

“Yes, ‘kind-hearted’! I have come to realise that he cares so little about himself and a lot about other people. You would not have noticed, with your nose so far up Harry’s arse! You’re ridiculous! As if you spoke about him that way. We are supposed to be friends, Cho. Does that mean nothing to you anymore? Whether you like him or not you should support he and I, as we are very close now.” The Ravenclaw grabbed her bag, glaring at Cho before setting off. “Have fun doing whatever. I don’t want to speak to you any further if you are unable to think about my feelings and what I want for a change.”

Once again, the Ravenclaw had spiralled a crowd around her and her friend and had left people talking again. One of the people who heard all about it was Draco Malfoy. He noticed how the girl defended him, in front of her friend and did not back down through it all. He felt an unfamiliar thumping in his chest as he watched the Ravenclaw run off. He chased after her quickly, grabbing her hand and spinning her around on the staircase and wiping the tear marks from her cheeks. He pushed her against the wall gently and pressed his pale lips against hers. It was weird, this unusual feeling coursed through him. He knew in that very moment - he knew that he was genuinely happy. He had not felt it in a long time, but he knew that the girl he held against his body was the only person who had the power to change all the evil and sadness that was embedded into him.

Things I Wish I Knew My Freshman Year of Uni

Academic Tips

“You are responsible for your own learning.”

1. Always do your work when you get it and don’t wait until the last minute. Waiting until the last minute to get work done will sometimes allow you to still get things done by their due date but it leaves little room for studying and reviewing between then and in the end will hurt you on exams. 

2. Work alone. The best way to learn new material is to do it on your own and struggle through and figure it out ON YOUR OWN. I wish someone had told me this because I really struggled to catch up in classes this past semester because I would do my homework with friends instead of learning how to do things on my own and it hurt me a lot on exams. 

3. Find friends you can study with.You want to be able to be productive if you choose to do a study session. Studying with friends might be okay if you work well together but chances are you’ll get distracted. Find people you work well with to study because you tend to learn more that way. For me, that was people I met in class and at office hours.

4. Please oh, please use office hours This is such a big one that freshman don’t use until the last minute. These are your best bet for getting questions answered if you didn’t understand something in lecture, on your homework, etc. Plus, getting to know your prof is very important because they tend to be more helpful if they see you are working hard in their class and they give good letters of recommendation if you make a good impression on them. If you can’t make their office hours, email them or set up an appointment. It’s very important to have good communication. 

5. Sit in the front and ask questions Be the nerd of the lecture by sitting in the front and don’t be afraid to ask a question. However, if its a question that requires a lengthy answer, save it for office hours so you don’t the lecture behind schedule. 

6. BUY AND READ THE DARN TEXTBOOK So many people tell you not to buy the textbook if you don’t truly need it for assignments but that is so wrong. You will always need the textbook if it is in the syllabus. Period. Read the chapters BEFORE lecture and review it afterward if material still doesn’t make sense. You will learn so much more and remember so much more in a faster time period than if you don’t read it at all. The book is also extremely important for covering details that won’t be covered in lecture.

Social Life 

1. Meet new and DIFFERENT people instead of people like yourself. These people will show you so many cool new things that you’ll never experience otherwise. Meeting new and different people can be challenging and uncomfortable at first if you’re shy like me but it will make your college experience much more worth it. 

 2. Join clubs but not too many. Take part in activities and clubs that you enjoy but be careful not to overload yourself. Freshman year you should start off by just trying a few clubs here and there just to see what you like before committing to a lot of anything.

3. Don’t be afraid to say no to alcohol, drugs, and even hanging out. College students say “You do you” and they really mean it. You don’t have to feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do and no one will judge you for that. If you find “friends” who do judge you, make some new friends. Also, remember that school comes first so if you have a large project to do and your friends want to go out, its ok to say no. Your friends should understand that in college, you really need to get stuff done and that schedule can be different than theirs.

 4. Be okay with being alone but completely surrounded by people. You are almost guaranteed to different schedules than your friends so you’ll learn that you’ll often be eating or doing school work alone. This is perfectly normal! Learn to like it because it’s nice to do things on your own. You may feel lonely sometimes but you’re also always surrounded by people. It’s hard to find actual privacy in college especially when you live in the dorms and share a room with a roommate. It will be strange at first but you’ll find the right balance of being along and being with people over time. 

Roommates and Dorms 

1. “A clean room is a clean mind.” Keeping a clean room will help you to study because you’ll be able to easily find everything you need instead of digging through piles of clothes and other belongings. Dorm rooms are also very small so putting things in their rightful storage places is essential for keeping a tidy room.

2. Study outside of your room as much as you can. If you’re like me, you can distract yourself easily especially when you don’t want to do something (like study). By getting the majority of your work done in the library or somewhere else on campus other than your room, you have less options to distract yourself whereas in your room, you have all your stuff to pick up and lose hours of study time with. 

3. Be straightforward with your roommate. If your roommate is doing something that bothers you, tell them clearly right away (politely). Otherwise, they’ll never know and continue to do what is bothering you. In order to avoid arguments, tell them right away very nicely and they should stop. It might be their room too, but you need to make sure that you’re happy as well. 



I hope this was helpful. This is only SOME of the tips I could think of for right now but I have tons more tips and advice that I love to share. If you have any questions about these tips or want to know more, feel free to ask. 

i’ll make this feel like home

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pairing: archie/jughead

summary:  There’s something about sharing a bed that makes you feel safe. However, sharing a bed with the right person can make you feel at home.

note: This is post 1x07 and canon compliant except for the fact that bughead doesn’t exist.


“Hey Juggie,” Archie whispered in the middle of the night. He was lying in bed while his best friend was sleeping on a makeshift mat down on the floor.

He was excited at first to have Jughead living with him. It kind of felt like a sleepover every night. But now, a week had passed and Archie found himself content with the new familiarity of having the other boy share his room. He couldn’t remember how he ever got any sleep before because now, he was almost certain that he could never fall asleep without the soft lullaby of Jughead’s breathing.

“Juggie,” Archie repeated. “You still awake?”

“No,” Jughead groaned and Archie smiled and sat up.

“Buddy, I was thinking-”

Jughead interrupted him. “Well, I was sleeping.”

Archie rolled his eyes in the darkness. “No, listen. I wanted to apologize.”

Archie waited a moment to see if Jughead was going to say something, anything. He couldn’t see his friend in the darkness of the room and Archie thought that it would make this whole thing easier.  

“I’m listening,” Jughead told him. 

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