Plot: y/n teaches Draco, her new boyfriend, the proper way to cuddle
Pairing: Reader x Draco
A/n: this is really cute :) hope you like it!!
It was Friday night and I wanted nothing more than to snuggle up in the warm blankets on my bed and fall asleep. The week had dragged on, stress piling up on my shoulders day after day as more homework was assigned for each class. It felt as if I was slowly sinking deeper and deeper into a pool of quicksand and by today, Friday, the sand was reaching my face and nose making it hard to breath.
Most of the other Slytherins were out, celebrating the end of the week with some stolen firewhiskey in the dungeons. I had no interest in that. I had never been a very social person and big social gatherings were usually something I tried to avoid. So, that’s what I was planning on doing tonight.
I walked into the Slytherin common room, lazily dragging my feet towards the stairs that led to the girls dorm room. I had just passed the green couch that faced the fireplace when a voice stopped me.
“Hey Y/n.” It said and I turned towards the couch to see my boyfriend of three days. Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince.
I sighed happily before making my way over to the couch. Without a word, I collapsed onto the couch and pulled myself onto his chest, wrapping my arms around his torso and burying the side of my face into his shirt. I inhaled happily as the warmth of his body began to release some of the tension I had been hauling around all day.
A moment later and I realized something wasn’t right. I opened my eyes and looked up at Draco. His eyes were wide and his hands were raised near his head, a surprised look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked softly as I sat up.
Draco stared at me. “What do you mean?”
“Why didn’t you hold me?” I questioned as I stared right back at him.
“I-I-I didn’t know you wanted me to hold you…I-I…I’ve never done this before.” Draco looked down at his lap with defeat.
I chuckled lightly. “Why didn’t you just say so. I’ll teach you.” I smiled as I laid myself back down onto his chest, my arms wrapping around his torso once more and my eyes drifting shut as I laid my cheek on his chest.
“What do I do..” Draco asked quietly. I could tell he was freaking out mentally.
“Just put your arms around me. As if you were hugging me.”
You felt one of Draco’s arms glide past my shoulder and his hand landed on my back. The other snaked its way around my waist, his other hand finding its place near the small of my back.
“Good.” I smiled into his shirt. “This is cuddling.”
“Huh.” Draco huffed. “I like this. It feels good.”
“Mmhmm.” I hummed as I grew more and more tired.
“Is this all?” Draco asked, his voice low and quiet.
“Well,” I said as I opened my eyes. “It’s done a lot of different ways. Sometimes people like it when the other person rubs their back or shoulder or plays with their hair. Some like it when the other kisses them lightly on the head or forehead, it’s pretty much just do anything that feels appropriate.” I shrugged as my eyes drifted together once again. I inhaled deeply, the scent of his cologne traveling through my nose and into my lungs where it spread throughout my body making me feel warm and happy. A smile formed on my lips as I hugged Draco’s torso tightly.
“Hmm.” I heard Draco hum. His chest vibrated with each sound he made and for some reason I found it comforting. “What fits for this moment?”
“What ever you think fits best.” I mumbled back, sleep invading my mind and making my eyelids heavy.
“Hmm.” He hummed once again.
A second later and I felt Draco’s hand slowly run up and down my back soothingly. I inhaled deeply as I relaxed more and more. A small smile tugged on the corners of my lips as I snuggled deeper into Draco’s shirt, the scent of him once again making me feel warm and comfortable. The hand he was using to massage my back stopped at my waist before I felt his body lean to one side. Without opening me eyes, I knew he had leaned against the arm of the couch. He held onto me tightly, pulling me into his body. His arms wrapped around my torso tightly and I heard him inhale deeply as well.
I fell asleep minutes later in the arms of my boyfriend of three days. And nothing had ever felt more natural.
Requested by Anon -
a Tim x reader where the reader finds out Tim is robin and get pissed at him because they’re worried that he could be super hurt during combat
“Tim, how did you get that bruise on your shoulder?” you asked as Tim’s shirt collar shifted to the side, revealing the huge purple and blue bruise on his shoulder. You both were sitting side by side at the dining room table in Wayne Manor, doing homework.
“What bruise?” Tim responded, adjusting his t-shirt. You glared at him.
“This bruise,” you snapped back, standing up to pull his collar to the side to get a better look at the bruise. “Gosh, Tim. It looks like you dislocated your shoulder.”
Tim pursed his lips before shaking himself out of your grip. “I tripped and fell on my shoulder last night,” he explained, focusing on the homework in front of him to avoid your gaze. “Alfred checked it out.”
“Why are you lying to me?” you asked softly, sinking back into your chair. His eyes flew to meet yours before reaching out to grab your hand.
“I’m not lying, (Y/N),” Tim answered with the slight shake to his voice. You knew he just lied again.
“Yes, you are,” you stated, gazing at him sadly. His head dropped in shame while he let go of your hand. “What really happened to your shoulder, Tim?” He opened his mouth, but you stopped him. “And don’t you dare use the excuse that this only happened once, because you have these bruises all the time.”
Tim played with his pencil, trying to sort out his thoughts. “I…can’t tell you, (Y/N). I promised to keep it a secret,” Tim explained after a long moment. Your face softened at his words.
“Tim, are you being abused?” you whispered, gently laying a hand on his arm. His eyes widened as his eyes rose to meet yours.
“No, no,” Tim said, staring you straight in the eye. “I’m not being abused, it’s just what I’m doing is a secret.” You looked unconvinced as Tim grabbed your hand. “I swear I’m not being abused.”
You sighed, knowing you shouldn’t let it go, but you knew you weren’t going to get anywhere with him right now. “Okay Tim,” you relented much to Tim’s obvious relief. “But you can’t keep this secret from me forever if you want us to continue this relationship.”
Tim frowned at the subtle threat in your words. You dated for almost six months now, and things had been going well. Tim loved you, even though he hadn’t told you that yet, he was sure you loved him. He didn’t want to let you go, which is why he went straight to Bruce the moment you went home for the night.
“Bruce, I need to talk to you,” Tim stated as he entered the Batcave. Bruce was in his batsuit without his cowl, typing rapidly on the batcomputer.
“Can it wait? We have the results to the DNA test of the crime scene last night,” Bruce grumbled. “It appears the DNA matched the same sample we found at the double homicide two weeks ago. We might have a serial killer on our hands…”
“Bruce, it really can’t wait,” Tim interrupted, gulping at the look Bruce sent him. Tim knew Bruce didn’t think his love life was more important than the mission, but Tim couldn’t let this go on any longer with the threat of losing you hanging over his head.
Sighing heavily, Bruce turned away from the computer to face Tim. Tim found himself glad that Bruce didn’t have the cowl on at the moment. “What is it, Tim?”
“It’s about (Y/N),” Tim began, a blush burning to his cheeks.
“If this is about sex, we already had this discussion, Tim,” Bruce replied uncomfortably. Tim’s face went completely red from the memory of Bruce’s ‘sex is a security risk’ talk.
“No, it’s not about that,” Tim replied hurriedly. Bruce relaxed at his words. “I need to tell (Y/N) about Robin.”
Bruce tensed before turning back to the computer. “No,” he answered gruffly.
“But Bruce, I can’t keep this from them any longer,” Tim explained with a hint of desperation in his voice. “They thought I was being abused, and I reassured them I wasn’t, but then they said that I would need to tell them the truth eventually or they would break up with me.”
“It’s too dangerous to bring someone into this,” Bruce argued, still focusing on the computer. “You know that, Tim.”
Tim placed a hand on Bruce’s arm timidly to regain Bruce’s attention. “I love (Y/N), and to lose them over this secret-keeping will be the biggest mistake of my life. Please, Bruce.”
“No,” Bruce said firmly. “It’s a security risk.”
“Everything is a security risk, but I trust (Y/N),” Tim begged. Bruce turned his chair to face Tim again, making Tim step back. “They wouldn’t spill our secrets.”
Bruce studied Tim for a long moment. “What if they want to join our cause, Tim?”
“What?” Tim exclaimed, not understanding.
“If (Y/N) were to find out about our night life, would they feel the need to join us? You have to admit people who find out about what we do are always compelled to join our mission. Will you be willing to risk (Y/N)’s life if they do, in fact, want to become one of us?” Bruce explained as Tim’s face paled. The idea of you being out in the field terrified him, but he knew it was a chance he had to take. He would rather have you join his night life then lose you all together.
“I’m willing,” Tim answered sincerely. Bruce sighed, rubbing his eyes.
“Alright, you may tell (Y/N),” Bruce relented, turning back to the computer. A grin broke out on Tim’s face as Bruce continued. “But I don’t want the two of you hanging around the cave all the time.”
Tim did his best to hide his chuckle before responding, “Yes, sir.” Bruce sent him a no-nonsense glare.
“Get to work, we have to find out what this serial killer’s calling card is,” Bruce ordered as Tim quickly went to work. He had a slight bounce to his step for his heart was lighter with the fact you would know his biggest secret soon.
The next day, Tim and you were sitting at the dining room, working on your homework again. Though, Tim found it difficult to concentrate for you were giving him the silent treatment. He knew you were angry about yesterday, and he hoped you would forgive him once he finally found the nerve to tell you his secret.
“(Y/N), do you remember what pages we’re supposed to read?” Tim asked, tempting to start a conversation. You simply gave him a look before rolling your eyes. Grabbing your daily planner, you flipped it to today’s date before pointing at the page numbers you had written down. “Oh, thanks,” Tim said sadly as you went back to work.
You both remained in silence for a long time with you working and Tim fiddled with his pencil while taking glances at you. He couldn’t believe he was being undone by the silent treatment.
“Okay, I can’t take it anymore,” Tim stated, standing up abruptly. You looked at him in mock surprise. He took your hand, pulling you out of your seat. “Come with me.” He dragged you out of the room, and through several hallways before you entered Bruce’s study.
You had never been in the room before, only knowing it’s location from Tim’s avoidance of it. Tim dragged you over to the grandfather clock. He fiddled with the clockface before a click echoed through the room. Your mouth dropped open when the grandfather clock slid to the side to reveal an opening behind it. Not stopping to see your reaction, Tim led you through the opening and down a stone staircase.
His hand tightened around yours as you both turned a corner, allowing you to see the extent of the Batcave. Tim smiled when he heard you gasp. He hoped showing you would be the right way to tell you.
Keeping you moving, Tim brought you down the stairs and pushed you into the batcomputer’s chair. He disappeared into the changing room. You didn’t even notice Tim had left you as you were too busy taking in the cave. It wasn’t until your eyes rested on the rows of batsuits did you figure out where you were. You were about to call out to Tim when he stepped out of the changing room.
Dressed as Robin, Tim posed for you as your eyes took in the revelation. Your mouth dropped open with your heart skipping a beat.
“You’re…Ro…Rob…Robin?” you stammered, rubbing your eyes to make sure you were seeing what you thought you were seeing.
“Yes,” Tim answered, biting his lip. “This is the secret I couldn’t tell you, but when you said that this might drive us apart, I knew I had to tell you.” You stood up, walking over to him. Tracing a finger along the edge of his mask, you absorbed in how his body looked in the costume. You never knew he had this much muscle.
“So, this is where the bruises come from?” you asked, eyeing his shoulder.
Tim nodded, chuckling despite himself. “Yeah, the shoulder actually came from having to catch a woman who fell off the fifth floor of an apartment building. It really does hurt, even with the supports from the grapple gun itself…”
“I can’t believe you,” you stated, slapping him across the face as anger roared into your heart. “This isn’t something to laugh about.” Tim gasped at the strike, holding a hand to his cheek. It reddened from the impact. “You could have died out there, and I wouldn’t have known.”
“(Y/N)…,” Tim whimpered as you turned away from him. He tried to grab you hand, but you shook him off.
“You could have been seriously injured, Tim. I seen on the news what kind of people you fight, and they could have killed you so easily,” you ranted, spinning around to face him. Tim struggled to come up with an response.
“(Y/N), I have been trained by Batman to handle those situations. Yes, I might get hurt, but that’s part of the job,” Tim argued, successfully taking your hand in his. You let him hold your hand, your heart ached from the fear of Tim getting seriously injured or killed.
“But why do you have to do this, Tim? Don’t you know how much it would hurt me to lose you?” you whispered, your voice losing it’s edge. Tears stung your eyes, but you blinked them back.
Tim saw the distress on your face, his heart aching from being the cause of it. He squeezed your hand before guiding you back to the batcomputer’s chair. You collapsed into it while Tim knelt in front of you.
“(Y/N), I know you fear losing me, but this is something I have to do. Gotham needs Batman and Batman needs Robin. Remember when you said you were too afraid to walk home.” You nodded as Tim took off his mask, allowing his blue eyes to meet yours. “I’m trying to change that, (Y/N). I want to make Gotham safe and the only way I can do that is by being Robin.”
You stared at him for a long moment, thinking about what he said. “Okay,” you said with a shaking breath. Tim sighed in relief as you took his face into your hands. “Just promise me you’ll stay safe.”
“I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure I come back to you,” Tim swore, escaping your hands to press a kiss to your lips. You kissed him back eagerly. After you both came up for air, Tim found himself saying the words he wanted to say for so long. “I love you.”
He froze when you looked at him with startled eyes. Time seemed to stop until a smile played upon your lips. “I love you too,” you confessed, laughing when Tim pulled you into another kiss. You could feel his relief and love through his lips.
Time passed, but the two of you didn’t notice as you were too taken with one another. You both would have stayed there forever except a rough, growling voice shook you back to reality.
“I believe I said you were not to be hanging around in the Batcave, Robin,” Batman grumbled, suddenly appearing beside the two of you. You let out a little scream in surprise as Tim turned ten shades of red.
“Sorry, Batman,” Tim apologized before heading towards the changing room to get out of his costume. He left you with Batman, knowing if he brought you into the changing room with him, he would probably find himself sitting through another ‘sex is a security risk’ lecture.
Before he left your sight, you shared a smile with one another. Knowing that, despite the pressure his secret night life put on your relationship, everything was going to be alright.
This one was probably one of my personally favorites. It was a request and once I answered it, I got right to work on it. As I was nearing the end I was trying my best to keep it in a general audience range if you know what I mean… I can’t write smut to save my life and second, I get uncomfortable writing that because I would be considered too young for that stuff. Anyways I finished this request in one day, which I kind of regret, because I basically avoided my homework like it was the black plague from the 13th century… Sorry black plague is part of my AP World History work:) I hope you guys like this one, tell me what you think about it and feel free to read my other works and message me your ideas!:)
Can you do a Rafexreader one? Where they like wake up in the morning and Rafe is all cuddly and stuff and they kiss and make out and then finally it leads to something else after all the teasing ;) thank you xx
Character: Rafe Adler
Word Count: 1442
The sun peaked through the beige curtains, trying to inform me that it was time to get up, but I just didn’t want to. I turned away from the window and pulled the covers over my head, trying to hide from the sun. I kept my eyes closed as I pulled the blanket tighter against my body, trying to trap in whatever heat was under the blanket. I was too tired to be getting up at all this morning; me and Rafe were out late last night, first going to a charity event and then to eat. We were really busy and by the time we got home, I was so tired I didn’t even finish making it up the stairs; I fell asleep on the eighteenth step in my even dress. Rafe had to carry me up the rest of the way and he basically had to undress me, because I couldn’t do it myself.
He was laying next to me, and when I thought he was sleeping soundly, he manages to prove me wrong. I felt his arms pull me close to him; my face was now buried in his chest as he rested his chin on the crown of my head. His right arm wrapped around my waist as I felt his body heat radiate off of him like a furnace. His heartbeat was comforting to hear; it was slowly lulling me back to sleep right when he spoke up.
“Good morning, my love.” His voice was groggy and rough, it sounded like heaven. He rubbed up and down my back through the covers as I just wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled myself closer towards him. I groaned in response, which made him lightly laugh. His laugh vibrated throughout his chest and I could feel it. “I guess you’re still tired?”
“Mmhmm.” I pulled the cover down from my face and still faintly smell the cologne he was wearing last night. I cracked open my eyes just a bit and pulled away to look at his face. His faded sea green eyes that had flecks of sienna were open and staring down at me while a small smile graced his lips. “What time is it?” I asked him as he turned arm to look at his alarm clock and then back at me.
“It’s only six forty-eight.” He said in a calm manner, “We have to get up soon, you know that? We have that other charity event we have to make an appearance at. You told my friend Emily we would be there and if we don’t show, we might piss off a couple of people.” He reminded me as groaned and rolled flat on my back staring up at the ceiling, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
“It’s too early to get up, besides my feet hurt from those heels I wore yesterday.” I let out a yawn before continuing, “I know I told Emily we would be there, but my brain wasn’t thinking about how early it was.”
“Oh hush. Well, it starts at ten and I know we have to get ready and all that stuff beforehand, but I’m not getting up until eight forty-five, nine-ish. We told her we would be there, we didn’t did say we would be on time.” I turned to him and flashed him a small smile.
“You have a point, but wouldn’t you like to eat a nice breakfast before doing all that?” He said as he leaned his head on the palm of his hand while his elbow dug into the mattress.
“Yeah, but I’m too lazy to get up.” I pouted at him as he chuckled and leaned over to plant a gentle kiss on my lips. He pulled away and looked at me with mirth.
“I’m gonna get up, and so are you. I refuse to let you just lay in bed and waste away like a bed potato.” I laughed at the end of his sentence.
“A bed potato? What is that?”
“You know, similar to a couch potato, but instead of a couch, it’s a bed… I don’t know, I just made it up, now kiss me.” He said as I motioned him to lean over again. I cupped the side of his face as he kissed me; he took his free hand and did the same, pulling me closer to him to deepen the kiss. As things progressed, he climbed on top of me and straddled my hips and then it hit me to what he was trying to do.
“You think you’re clever, don’t you? I know what you’re exactly trying to do, and I’m gonna tell you that I’m not in the mood.” I couldn’t keep the smile on my face at bay as I stared up at Rafe, trying to look serious and intimidating.
“I’m not doing anything… I just want to get you out of bed.” He shrugged his shoulders as he leaned down kissed me once more. His kiss was sweet, but short. He made a trail of kisses down my jaw and down my neck and my breath hitched in my throat. I tilted my head away from his to give him better access, even though I wanted to stop him.
“Rafe..:” I said as my voiced shaked a bit as he sucked on my sweet spot. He smiled against my skin once he heard how my voice shook. He stopped for a bit and then continued his journey downward. He pulled back the covers to reveal my black undergarments that I wore last night. He looked up at me as he kissed down the center of my chest right between my breasts.
“Are you still gonna stay in bed?” He asked curiously as I tried to bring his lips up to mine, but he refused. “Alright, you asked for this.” He continued, but before he could get any farther, I had enough and quickly shoved him off of me and climbed on top him. I pressed my hands to his chest as he smirked up at me.
“Woah, I didn’t think you had that type of strength in you.” He smiled at me as I rolled my eyes. His hands rested on my behind as he squeezed it a bit. “Well, since you wanna stay in bed, I thought I would just give up. You win. I’ll stay in bed with you but I thought we could do some other things rather than sleep.” His voice was low, but his classic smile graced his lips.
“What did you have in mind?”
“It’s best if I just show you.” He trailed his hand up my spine to my neck and pulled me down to kiss him. In a matter of seconds we were making out and things were progressing fast. His hands were running up and down my back and gripping my butt every once in awhile while my hands tangled in his usually combed back hair. He brought one of his hands up to my bra and unclasped it. That’s when things really got out of hand.
“Well, that was something…” I said as I held the bed sheet up to my chest the navy blue sheets covering the majority of my body except for my legs. Rafe laid next to me, his naked torso exposed to the cool air in the room. He was a bit out of breath, but the smile on his face told me that he enjoyed it.
“Yeah that was… that thing that you did with your legs…” He didn’t even finish his sentence as he turned to look at me. We made eye contact for a moment and we both started to laugh. “I mean, how come you never told me you were that flexible?”
“I guess you can thank the twelve years of gymnastics and ballet for that.” I rolled over on my stomach and looked at him before my eyes drifted to his clock.
“Oh shit. We completely forgot about the event. It’s almost over and there would be no point in going now.” I said as I rested my head in my hands.
“Don’t worry about it, they probably would’ve talked bad about even if we were there. Besides, it was definitely worth it.” He said in a satisfied tone as he pointed between us. I smiled at him and sat up. I still held the bedsheet to my chest but readjusted it when I climbed back on to of Rafe to straddle him. His hands automatically went to my hips as he smiled at me.
ship: bechloe chapter: 1/? words: 1,311 summary: Chloe needs help to not fail Biology class. Her teacher suggests Beca as her tutor. Will it work out? Chloe is a cheerleader and Beca is the alternative girl. Will they become friends or even more?
A/N: So I found my love for high school AU again and started writing one. let me know what you think :)
Beca was sitting on the grass under a tree. School had ended half an hour ago, but Beca didn’t want to go home. She didn’t have the best relationship towards her dad. She tried to avoid being at home as much as she could. So she stayed after school most days, doing her homework in her favorite spot. She could look-over everything from there, yet not everyone could see her.
She had her headphones on with one of her mixes playing and was tapping her pen on the book that was lying on her lap. She tried to focus on her Math homework. She didn’t look like it but she was actually a pretty good student. She may barely say anything in class but on tests and exams she mostly got B’s and even A’s. Not Math though, it was giving her a headache.
Avoiding homework and feeling bored so I decided to edit some photos I had and do a little “what’s in my bag” tag… Took these last year around Thanksgiving when I was packing to go on a weekend trip. Had a lot of school work so I was really just packing my school bag. Anyway, I labeled everything so I won’t bore you by explaining it all! :P
Other than the change in textbooks (now that it’s spring) and the updated ds system, this is basically what I travel with during the school semester. I bring a lot less around with me when I go to the library and stuff. And I usually work from home anyway.
I love how color coordinated everything is. <3 Took a long time to collect such cute stuff! Message me if you wanna know where I got something. I don’t want to write it all out here.
Tag me if you do one of these! I love looking at them. :3
And this is what happens when I don’t have homework. Based on this imagine.
“Bilbo, will you braid my hair for me?” The question slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. It hadn’t been meant to sound so “implication-like”, as he would call it later on, but it had already come out, and there was no avoiding it now.
The hobbit blinked bleakly in your direction. “You want me to what?” he squeaked when he found his voice.
hey sunshine!! i’ve been inspired by a lot of people lately and i was thinking of making some personalized moodboards bc i’m highkey trying to avoid doing my summer homework bored and i figured it would be a good way to give me more ideas on what kind of moodboard themes/colors to do!! plus i just hit 3k followers so why not celebrate!!!
rules: > must be following me please (this is intended to thank my followers bc seriously thank u for sticking with me thru all my shit posting) > please reblog this post! likes will not count, sorry pals :-( > send me an ask off anon telling me whether u want a personalized moodboard (based off ur archive) or if u want me to make a moodboard based off of a color scheme or a theme (like a beach or nature oh or my bright lights moodboard?? that’s a theme right??) with a small lil description of what you had in mind and i’ll try my very best!!
i think that’s all there really is?? if you have any questions feel free to drop by my ask box and i’ll try and answer u asap! i’m not really sure if anyone is even interested in getting a moodboard but i really enjoy making them and since i am currently too broke to do a giveaway i figured this would be the next best thing to do to just thank all of you for following me i appreciate each and every single one of you cuties :’)
so i was in the bathroom picking bits of fossilized cookie from the night before off my hoodie and it occurred to be how bizarre it is that eyelashes of all things became The way to automatically designate a cartoon character as female what a strange feature to pick when literally anyone can have eyelashes of any length and stranger still is my choice of topic to prattle on about to avoid doing my homework
I cancelled all of my plans with my other friends, just to wait for him. I knew he wasn’t going to call though. I just needed some hope. I rolled my eyes as I called him first. “Hello?” I heard him with a rude tone. “Hey…What are you doing?” I ask. “Oh, nothing…I mean homework.” He said quickly. I knew he was lying. “Sam, come over.” I demanded softly. “Okay.” He said hanging up. He came through my door in a matter of 10 minutes. “Hey.” I said. He didn’t look happy to see me. “What do you want?” HE asked. “Okay, what the hell did I do?” I said. “Nothing.” He said. “I obviously did something to make you avoid me.” I said waiting for him to answer. He didn’t. He sat on my bed. I stood up and stood in front of him. “Why do we always have to be together?” He asked. “Huh?” I said closing my door. “I just cant do it anymore. Be with you everyday.” He said. “What did I do though?” I repeated. “You didn’t do anything. It’s me.” He said looking at me with his dreamy eyes. I felt dizzy and confused. I didn’t want to talk to him anymore, but I wanted to talk to him forever. I sat on my knees on the floor. Tears of frustration welled in my eyes. “Why are you crying?” He asked worriedly. “Are you saying you don’t want to be friends? I don’t understand.” I sniffled. I think about all of the memories I have with Sam, the funny part was; we aren’t even dating. I always hoped to though. We’ve just been best friends for so long. “Y/N.” He said quickly crawling to me. I didn’t look up at him. “I Cant get attached to you.” He then said softly. I turned my head to him. “What..do you mean?” I struggled to say through tears. “I love you.” He said. I looked back at him quickly. “I had to stop myself before I went completely bat shit insane over you.” He said. He leaned in next to me as I laid my head on his shoulder. He pushed his lips against mine as he kissed me hard. I felt his warm hand against my cheek as he wiped away a tear. “Don’t cry Y/N.” He smiled.
I should be doing my homework, but I’m doing this instead.
Suzaku rubbed the bridge of his nose, doing his best to avoid looking at the person sitting on the edge of his bed. It was better to focus on C.C, at least until he figured out just exactly what he had gotten himself into.
As you can tell from the title, I am a new-ish studyblr! My blog consists of a lot of helpful masterposts from other studyblrs, but now I think it’s time to actually use this place to motivate me to actually do crap.
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14, grade 9, class of 2020
my friends literally call me a hugbug bc of my hugs
Studyblrs I’m grateful that exists(bc I would still be avoiding homework like the plague if they didn’t omg) :