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[kalimagik]

8 Letters

Draco Malfoy x Reader 

Word Count: 3,068

AN: Ummm, hello Tumblr. It’s been quite a while, but I suddenly had an urge to write something. This is based off of the song 8 Letters by Why Don’t We. It is essentially a soft Draco piece with a hint of angst, but that’s part of every good story I think. Unfortunately, writing is still going to be an every now and then kind of thing. When inspiration hits, I will try to use it the best that I can. I’m tagging a few people I was friends with before I went MIA at the bottom, but I hope that you enjoy. I missed writing and I love you all. You can find my Masterlist here :)

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The astronomy tower had always been Y/N’s favorite place to go because she could look at the stars, but tonight, for some reason, she found herself in the Great Hall. Nothing was going on and no one was in there, but the candles still floated, suspended in the air. Their frames twinkling and bright, bright enough that a Y/N could feel like light illuminating her face just slightly.

The room was quiet and perfectly still until the door opened and shut. Not rushed or hurried, but steadily, as if someone had poked their head inside and found what they were looking for. The footsteps clicked at a steady pace before they got to Y/N in the center of the room, a blond boy leaded over her and looked down. “I’m surprised to see you here,” Draco smirked. “What are you doing on the floor?”

Y/N breathed in deeply, allowing a small smile to appear on her lips. “It was a little colder than I’d like in the astronomy tower, and it was cold, so I thought maybe if the candles were still lit, the Great Hall would be a good substitute for the stars.”

“I should have guessed.” Draco grunted slightly as he lowered himself to the floor, laying directly beside Y/N. The only part of them touching was their elbows as they laid with their hands folded on their stomachs. Draco had mimicked Y/N’s position when he got down next to her. “I’ve been dating you for 8 months, that should have been something I knew.”

“No need to beat yourself up there, love, but yes, yes you should have known,” Y/N smiled softly.

The silence hung between them peacefully before Y/N broke it once more. “Have you told your parents that we’re together yet?” Y/N asked, keeping her voice low. Even if she called Draco her boyfriend, she never said it too loudly. No one actually knew that the two of them were dating and had been happy. He was in Slytherin. She was in Gryffindor. Having the Slytherin prince with a member of his house’s rival was not good. At least, that’s what he always said about not telling anyone else. But Y/N was also muggle born. She hadn’t grown up in the wizard world, but she’d gathered what the Malfoys and many other pureblood Slytherin families thought about people like Y/N learning at Hogwarts. Did it eat her up inside? Yes, but Draco made up for it every time that they found time to be together.

“I haven’t figured out how to tell them yet.” Y/N didn’t respond, and Draco turned his head to look at her face, despite her avoiding his eyes. “I’m sorry. I really am. I will do it and I won’t care what they say.”

Y/N sighed before she finally turned to meet his gray eyes that she loved so much. “You’ve been saying that for 4 months now. I was okay with it for a while because I understood, but I want to be able to hold your hand in the corridor and not pretend I’m disgusted when we pass each other in the halls.”

“You’re not very good at acting disgusted, trust me,” Draco chuckled. Y/N rolled her eyes before nudging him in the side with her elbow.

“I try my best, but it’s hard when I’m not actually disgusted.”

Draco kissed her cheek swiftly. “Well, that’s certainly a relief,” he beamed, gulping deeply before looking back up at the candles, at the ceiling. “Did you know that you probably know me the best?”

“I get to see you in situations like this, when you’re relaxed and not worrying about what everyone else is thinking, so I would say that I know,” Y/N responded.

Her eyes followed one candle as it floated up and down. She could feel Draco’s eyes on her again before he started talking. “You know the worst things that I’ve done, seen me hurt, but you don’t judge me.”

“You said so yourself that I know you best. You’ve had a tough life, so how could I judge you? Do I wish you would be like this in front of everyone else? Yes, but you will on your own time.” Y/N thought for just a second before continuing, “Are you embarrassed by me because of my parents?” She had always thought that he might have been but pushed it to the back of her mind.

She could tell that Draco was thinking. “It’s honestly the scariest feeling that you know me so well. Opening and closing up again is what I’ve been used to. I’ve been hurt so I don’t trust. I trust you, but I don’t trust how my parents would react, well, my dad. The last thing I would ever want to do is subject you to his horrible words and thoughts and opinions. I can’t even imagine how mad I would get if he said something about you. I want to protect you.”

“Draco, love, I can handle biases. I’ve seen it all before. As long as it doesn’t matter to you, I don’t care.” Y/N took her eyes away from the ceiling long enough to look at Draco and stroke his cheek. His small smile didn’t hide the worry in his eyes.

“I will tell them soon. I promise.”

Y/N sat up and smiled at the boy. “I know you will because I just have a feeling. It’s almost curfew, so we should probably go.”

Y/N tried to stand up, but Draco grabbed her hand before she could get far. She looked down at him and couldn’t stop the broad smile from forming. “Come here really quick,” Draco grinned as her face got close enough for him to cradle her neck. He held her neck as their lips connected. He didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want to send her to her bed in the Gryffindor Tower while he went down to the dungeons. He was in love with her. She was all he ever thought about. Hell, it was even starting to affect his marks in classes that they had together. He was surprised no one knew he was in love with her because he would stare at her far too often in their courses.

Y/N pulled away from the kiss, but as her lips hovered right over his, Draco thought he had the courage to tell her. “Y/N/N?”

“Yes, Draco?”

“I –“ Draco cut himself off, “I hope that I get to see you again tomorrow like this.” He blew it or just lost it.

“Astronomy Tower, same time. There aren’t any evening classes up there tomorrow, I already checked,” Y/N grinned before pecking Draco’s lips one more time and standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she winked before walking out of the Great Hall, softly closing the door behind her. Draco, however, continued to watch the door that Y/N just walked through. He’d told a girl he loved her before, but it was a lie. He knew that now because of how he felt being with her. She deserved to hear those three words a thousand times.

Draco rubbed his eyes while he breathed deeply. All it is is 8 letters, why was it so hard to say? Why would he get in his own way? Draco groaned again before getting to his feet. He followed the same path that Y/N took only moments earlier, but when he got into the corridor, it was already empty.

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“Draco?” Y/N whispered, tiptoeing up the stairs of the astronomy tower. She peaked around the corner to see him leaning on the balcony railing. It had been almost a week since their night in the Great Hall, but they had still managed to see each other a few times, though not as much as either one of them would have liked. Y/N walked quietly up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Guess who?”

“Bloody hell, Y/N. Don’t do that!” Draco breathed heavily before laughing. “It was far too quiet up here for you to do that.” Draco turned around in Y/N’s arms, so he was facing her, back against the balcony railing.

Y/N bit her lip, drawing her eyes up to Draco’s own. “I’ll make it up to you eventually. I promise,” she giggled before placing a quick kiss on his lips. “Care to help me with divination class?”

“You have homework to do?” Draco wide eyed her.

“I saved the most fun assignment for you,” she winked before placing her bag on the floor and pulling out a textbook. “We’re learning about palm reading this week and I am not good at it at all, so give me your hands.”

“No, no, no, no. I do not need you to tell me what my future has in store,” Draco shook his head.

Y/N pulled him towards her, sitting on the ground, hoping that he would follow. Of course, he did. “I’m not any good. You can read mine too. There are directions and everything in here. Even if Professor Trelawney seems a little crazy, this stuff can be fun.”

Draco rolled his eyes, but really didn’t mind if it meant spending time with her. After some time and a few failed attempts at seeing the lines on Draco’s hands, both their palms were facing up, illuminated by the moon and stars. “Isn’t it amazing how almost every line on our hands align?” Draco noted, pulling both palms a little closer to his face to examine.

Y/N jerked her palm up, gently booping his nose with the center of her hand. “I suppose it could be, but there’s no way that they are actually the same.”

“I think they are. Seriously, take a look.” Draco took Y/N’s right hand into his own, palm facing up, while holding out his own left hand. Y/N studied both of the hands closely and quietly noticed the things that Draco saw. They were incredibly similar. “I think it’s a sign of some sort,” Draco offered.

“Speak your mind, Draco. You now believe in fate,” Y/N giggled. Draco studied her face, noting each of the cute features. He may be more in love with her today than he was yesterday and the day before that.

He wanted to tell her, but when he opened his mouth to speak, something else entirely came out. “I wrote to my parents,” he blurted with no lead up or anything.

“What? When? What did you say? What did they say? Have they responded yet?” The string of questions fell from Y/N’s lips as she stared at him wide-eyed.

Draco kissed her before her breathing could get away from her. “I told them that I had been seeing someone and told them your name. I sent it off this afternoon, so I don’t expect to hear anything until my father can do some research into who you are.”

Y/N’s eyes fell to the floor. “So, you didn’t tell them that I’m muggle born,” she trailed off.

“I- I- I figured that if it matters that much to my father, he can find that out for himself,” Draco tried to explain.

“I see,” Y/N responded softly before gathering her things and putting them back in her bag.

Draco watched her confused, feeling even more so when she stood up. “Where are you going? We still have at least 20 minutes before we have to be back in our dormitories.”

Y/N sighed. “I want you to be okay with everything I am. Not fearful and trying to keep hiding me from the world.”

“I am okay with everything you are!” Draco tried to call after her even though she wasn’t listening. “It doesn’t bother me in the least!”

“It would look different if that were true, Draco.” Y/N looked at him sadly as she reached the stairs. After one more second, she descended the stairs and Draco just watched her. He just watched her. It was stupid of him to do, but this was his nature. He’d pull people close and then push them away. He was pushing her away. And it felt wrong, but still, he sat there as she got further away from the astronomy tower. She deserved to hear those three words and eight letters from him a thousand times, but he didn’t stop her from leaving.

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Draco didn’t sleep for more than an hour the night before. After Y/N had left him in the astronomy tower, Draco went straight to the Owlery. He scrawled a short message on a piece of parchment –

Mother, Father,

Y/N is muggle born, but the greatest person I’ve ever met. I am in love with her. Please accept this because she’s my world

Draco

Draco had folded the letter and attached it to his owl who had probably just returned, sending the confession directly to his parents.

That was the reason for his lack of sleep. He tossed and turned all night, anticipating what his father would respond. If his father would just show up at the castle and scold him in front of everyone. He couldn’t eat breakfast for fear that it would come right back up, so Draco just pushed the food around his place. He picked Y/N out the moment she walked into the Great Hall with her friends, smiling, but he could tell it was forced. He also knew that she knew where he was, but she avoided looking and meeting his eyes.

Draco was too used to the little looks that they’d steal between one another and not catching her Y/E/C eyes first thing in the morning was like a stab in the gut. He couldn’t take the way he left things the night before. Draco should have run after Y/N and blurted out how he felt then and there. Why was he so reluctant to tell her? All it is is eight letters. Eight tiny little letters and she would know exactly how he felt.

Owls swooped in with the morning mail and a thick letter dropped onto Draco’s plate, Lucius’ handwriting scrawled on the envelope. Draco’s heart started beating, a little too quickly as he picked the letter up, fingers rubbing the envelope. He didn’t want to open it. He didn’t want to read the disappointment and anger that Lucius inevitably expressed. What Draco wanted to do was kiss Y/N one more time before he read what his father had to say.

Without thinking, Draco stood up suddenly, letter clutched in his hand. He strutted towards Y/N at her table, standing right behind her and completely ignoring one of her friends as she sneered, “What do you want, Draco?”

Y/N turned to look up at the blond, a questioning look in her eyes, her beautiful eyes. It was the first time that day that he was able to really look at them. “Are you okay?” Y/N asked softly. Draco didn’t miss the care and hint of concern in her voice.

“All it is is eight letters,” Draco thought to himself before he spoke to her. “I wrote to my parents last night. I told them exactly who you are.” Draco lifted the envelope towards Y/N. “This is my father’s response, but I don’t want to read it because I don’t want to care what he has to say. I only care about what I have to say.”

At this point, the entire Great Hall was watching the Slytherin prince speak to a muggle born Gryffindor without insulting her. But that didn’t matter to Draco. All he cared about was the face looking up at him and the girl it was attached to. “Y/N, I love you,” Draco spit out. His hands suddenly became sweaty, realizing what he’d just done. It took everything in him not to run away back to his table or even the dungeons. He stood immobilized, staring at her, waiting for her response.

“Are- are you sure that you don’t want to read the letter first?” Draco shook his head, letting Y/N process and not reaching for her like he wanted to. “Won’t it change your mind about this if you do?” Without thinking, Draco tore the letter in half.

“You’re all I think about Y/N, and I want to tell you a thousand times how much I love you. You, for everything you are and the person you’re going to be. I love you. Can I kiss you now?”

Y/N’s nod started slowly but increased in speed as she rose to be standing in front of him. Draco didn’t wait another second before holding her face in his hands and bringing her lips to his own, kissing her deeply. The entire Great Hall was focused and watching, but Draco didn’t care. Y/N pulled away a few mere centimeters before whispering, “I love you too, Draco.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him one more time.

Draco didn’t want this moment to end. He didn’t want to face the professors and peers that watched their entire interaction. He didn’t want to return to the words that would no doubt fall from his father’s lips the second he heard about what happened. He didn’t want to think about the danger that Y/N might be in now. All he wanted  was to live in this moment with her forever, never letting go. “I love you,” he breathed out once again, not daring to look away from her face. “Don’t ever forget it.”

“I could never,” Y/N leaned into his touch before pulling away. She was facing the rest of the Great Hall, a large smile on her face. Her friends looked at her with utter confusion, shock, and surprise. Y/N pulled Draco to sit down on the bench beside her, continuing to eat her breakfast, but she never took her hand off his thigh. Draco let her encouragement and warmth flow into him as he took a piece of toast from her plate, only allowing himself to imagine the life that he would one day have with the girl beside him.

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@iliveiloveiwrite​ @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ (Hi beautiful women! I hope you’re doing well <3) 

[scvrllet]

Hello! HUGE CONGRATS ON 1.5K! That is so exciting and such and amazing accomplishment. Could I possible have 2 for angst and 39 for fluff with Fred Weasley? Please and thank you!

hiii and thank you!!! i’m also guessing this x reader so that’s i put it as. if it’s not then just lmk and i’ll change it

[amazingmaeve]

RON WEASLEY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

seriously Ron is so underrated anyways here are some the amazing fics that I read a lot. like, reblog, and comment on all of them, it’s what they deserve! also go give the authors all the love because they DESERVE it!

growing a pumpkin ➵ @kalimagik

summary ➵ This is my submission for the A Very Harry Potter Halloween writing challenge by @eleven-times-lively​ and @masterofthedarkness​. This is reeeeally fluffy and in my opinion, super cute. I also found out today that Rupert Grint literally produced a song and sings so some of this is inspired by the fact that Rupert Grint can actually sing and I can’t get Ron singing out of my head. Anywayssss, feedback is always appreciated - comments, reblogs, likes, I’d love anything! Happy Reading <3

treat you better ➵ @lupinsx

summary ➵ After hearing about how miserable you are in your relationship, Ron is determined to win your heart and treat you better than Cedric does.

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Questionnaire for readers!

If you are a reader of published books, please, help me by filling out this questionnaire!

[No email addresses or names are being shared with me. It's completely anonymous]

Hello again! :D

I have previously asked you to fill out my questionnaire for writers, and the replies I have received almost 100% supported the assumptions I had to test so I can not express how happy I am.

However, I have another (last) questionnaire. As part of my university assignment, I have to test the readers this time, therefore I'd like to ask you, if you read published books— unfortunately, fanfiction in this case does not count— then please fill out this survey. Just a couple of questions about what genre you prefer, what makes you buy specific books and where you get these book recommendations.

Don't worry about the questionnaire being unprofessional, luckily it isn't a formal research. Also, I'd need at least 30 responses, so any help would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you in advance,

Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Tagging some moots and people I follow who might be interested in helping:

@iliveiloveiwrite @padfootagain @velvetcloxds @henqtic @girl-next-door-writes @kalimagik @nebulablakemurphy @quillsanddaydreams @pregnant-piggy @sunrisefairy @with-love-anu @awritingtree @oliverwoodmarrymepls @just-a-belgian-girl @deanwanddamons @melmalone @natashxromanovf @flamencodiva @gryffindors-weasley @babycap @fandom-puff @yazthebookish @acourtofbooksandfantasy @acomaflove and anyone who reads published books :)

[kalimagik]

Maybe I should do a paper about ATLA from an international relations perspective... 🤔🤔

makes me CRAZY how well atla illustrates all the different ways countries can be affected by colonization and imperialism…the air nomads wiped out in a relatively brief military campaign. the southern water tribe slowly worn down and violated over the course of decades. the northern water tribe completely isolating and turning to strict tradition in the face of a horrifying enemy. the decentralized earth kingdom being affected in varying ways, with some areas completely untouched but terrified that they’ll be next, some areas in an uneasy peace with the fire nation in exchange for economic domination, and some areas completely taken over. and just the ways that these kind of interplay…like the trauma katara and sokka have as people who live relatively safe from invasion, but with the threat of another raid always on the horizon, terrified that the next one will wipe them out for good, is completely different from the trauma aang has, as someone who lost everything and didnt witness the brutality, only its aftermath, and that’s completely different from the trauma that suki has, with kyoshi out of the war but constantly training in preparation for an invasion, and thats completely different from the trauma haru has, as an earthbender in an actively occupied village. and theres so much more too like theres all these complex and nuanced situations and none are objectively better or worse than the other but it shows exactly how many tools imperialism uses to demoralize and defeat those its directed against

[tomhollandfics]

any tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield recommendations? i feel like there arent too many or i couldnt find them

i have done a small fic list that contains some threesome fics including tom x reader x haz, which is here - but here's some others

Trouble In Paradise - @kalimagik

Peanut Butter And Extra Jelly - @vendettaparker

Matchmaker - @call-me-baby-gir1

Abide - @hazofmyheart

Kiss Her - @iaminlovetomhollandmarvel

Not Lost - @whereistradel

Puzzle Mania - @reawritesthings

[ro-is-struggling]

Hi, Ro. I saw this and I'd like to recommend some of my favorite fics. First of all, this is the recs that I did before CLICK ME!

My favorite, which I didn't include above, is shown below.

Baby love by @the-maradaurs-blog

girl, don't do it by @roonilwazlibimagines

The Girl Next Door And The Five Times She Stopped Time by @wreckofawriter

The Right Moment by @kalimagik

Good little doll by @my-my-only-angel

pleasurable pain by @arcanesluttery

Second Best by @alifeiwishwasreal

And here are some writers that I followed and writing about James!

@luveline

@constillatedchaos

@wrathspoet

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH💗💗💗

this is great, new stories to keep me entertained throughout the day!! **sits quietly to read for a couple of hours, ignoring her responsibilities**

[kalimagik]

To Love Someone Else

Ginny Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1,100

ANGST

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A/N: Here is some Ginny Angst that nobody asked for because I am going through it right now. Once again, I have written a song based on a fic. Its called To Love Somebody Else by Avery Lynch and I’ve really just been resonating with it recently. I hope you enjoy - give it a like, comment, reblog, whatever you’re feeling. As always, I love you dearly. Also, I’ve never written for Ginny before, so hopefully I do her justice. I do love that girl. 

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Ginny made Y/N feel so light. She was kind, brave, understanding, pretty much everything that someone would want in their significant other. Even the way she kissed Y/N made her feel adored. And that should have been enough for Y/N, but her ex was still sitting in her mind. Y/N didn’t want to lead Ginny on in any way because she couldn’t imagine hurting probably the best person for her, but she saw Draco’s face everywhere.

She saw him in her daydreams, couldn’t stop running into him in the hallways, and he would even pop into her dreams while she slept. She hadn’t yet let go of him, but every part of her wanted to love Ginny. The redhead had waited for her, let Y/N get to a place where she thought she was ready to move on. She had been a friend first, putting Y/N’s emotions ahead of her own feelings. Over time, Ginny was someone Y/N could see herself growing old with. Someone who’s family would completely accept her, but there was Draco still in her mind. So, Y/N decided to do the hardest thing she ever had to do, break things off with someone she desperately wanted to love.

“Gin?” Y/N walked up to Ginny in one of the corridors at the end of a day of classes. “Could we possibly go talk? Maybe down by the lake?

“Sure,” Ginny beamed, “I could certainly use a walk.” Ginny took Y/N’s hand, completely unaware of what Y/N wanted to say and Y/N just felt horrible about it. Her stomach started to turn, maybe she’d even vomit, but she needed to tell Ginny. She couldn’t let the nicest, best person in the world stay with someone who couldn’t love her the way she deserved, without anyone else in the picture.

The sun hit off of Ginny’s hair, causing the color to be vibrant as she flopped onto the grass. Her hair swung into her face for a moment before Ginny pushed it behind her ears. “What’s on your mind, darling? I can tell something is going on.” Y/N picked at the grass. She could already feel the tears starting to swell in her eyes. “Y/N/N?” Ginny gently touched Y/N’s face. If Y/N felt what Ginny did, she would feel her heart drop into her stomach. “Just tell me. The silence is giving me anxiety. You’ve been pulling away for a few days now, even I can feel it. Out with it.”

“I don’t want to do this, Gin. I hate having to do this.” A tear rolled down Y/N’s cheek as she finally looked up at Ginny.

Ginny, being the caring person she was, took Y/N’s hand, rubbing the back to encourage her to say what she needed to. “Gin, you know that you make me feel good, amazing even. That isn’t something I could ever take for granted. Your smile, your eyes, the way your features glow. You’re beautiful. But recently, I can’t help but feel like somethings missing.”

Ginny sucked in a breath, looking away from Y/N’s eyes. Y/N continued, “You’re perfectly good, probably better than he was, but you can’t waste your time on me anymore. This is so hard for me because I know that I could fall for you if I wanted to. I could get so attached and love the hell out of you. If I just let myself, I could, but I don’t think I’m ready to love someone else.”

“I thought you were over him,” Ginny choked out.

Y/N let out a little sob before she went on. “I hate him for not letting me feel like I can finally breathe. I really hate it because I really, really could fall for you, but I just can’t.” Y/N tilted Ginny’s head back up to see her, wiping her own tears in the process. “I know this isn’t easy. I know it, that’s all that people tell me. And when you come out of a love as the one who’s not enough, it feels like there’s no healing,” Y/N tried to explain.

“You were more than enough for him, Y/N! More than he could ever deserve! How could you not be enough just because you are muggle born?! Him, his family, they weren’t enough for you,” Ginny practically yelled. She thought she’d finally gotten Y/N to believe that in herself.

“Gin,” Y/N took a deep breath, “I know that you are so much better, and I know I could fall, but that’s not enough if I can’t get over the way he used to look at me and then how he left so easily.”

“Shouldn’t that tell you enough? He didn’t fight for you! I will fight for you. Or even wait for you.”

“Please, please, please don’t do that, Gin. You can’t waste your time on me. You’ll find someone better than me. I know you will because you are so amazing. It’ll be easy for you.” Y/N didn’t know what else to say. She’d just broken a person who had accepted her for everything she was and maybe she had even just broken herself all over again in the process.

Ginny shook her head. “I know this was hard for you. I’m going to miss you, but I hope that you eventually realize that you are worth so much more than him or his family could ever admit.” Ginny stood up and turned back towards the castle, set on not letting Y/N see her cry at this moment.

“I really am sorry, Gin,” Y/N said softly before Ginny was out of hearing range. Ginny paused for only a moment, barely turning her head, but she did, just enough, that Y/N could see the slight look of disappointment on her face. Not disappointed at the fact that Y/N ended things, but at how Y/N thought of herself and Y/N knew that was exactly what she meant before she continued up the hillside to the castle up above.

Y/N continued to sit in the grass under the tree by the lake. She pondered if she had just done the right thing. Everything leading up to that moment told her that it was the right thing to do, the right thing to do for Ginny, but now, she had no idea.

[kalimagik]

Okay I tried one of my fics and got Stephen King 😂 maybe that’s just how my angst writes

Okay I just found this “writing styles” website. Which famous author do you write like? Can be found here.

I did two, one for the daily vibes/ spilled ink and other for my fanfiction.

Spilled Ink:

Fanfiction:

Tagging: Everyone from @wewhoshallnotbenamed​ @futurewriter2000​ @approved-by-dentists​ @im-a-writer-right​ @thou-crusty-batch-of-nature​ @wreckofawriter​ @ anyone who wants to join!

[iliveiloveiwrite]

for the night is long, and I am weary // d.m.

Summary: A long day runs into a longer night. It’s okay though. He’s got you by his side through it all.

A/N: A short, sweet, soft Draco fic. Healer!Draco at that as well. I hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: lots of fluff, it’s very soft, draco is tired.

Word count: 1.3k

Their home is silent as he slides the key into the lock, turning until it clicks. The very sound is music to his ears as he pushes the door open and sighs happily. The comforting, fragrant scent of sandalwood and pomegranate washes over him; your favourite candle that is burnt first thing in the morning and immediately relit upon you arriving home from work. After so long, the fragrance became one with their home – becoming their home. Now, Draco cannot smell either scent without thinking of you.

Weariness clings to his clothes, to his skin, to his bones. It makes him sluggish as he closes the door behind him, waiting for that tell-tale click of the lock before shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes.

If he was smart, he would head to the bedroom, crawl under the covers and not resurface for years to come. His exhaustion grows heavier with every step, but despite having clocked off from the hospital, he still has hours of studying left to complete.

He wanders through the home; taking note of your absence before checking the clock. It would be hours until you would be home; spending your time hounding ministry officials for a centre dedicated to magical history. Draco thinks of you fondly as drops his bag onto the table, wincing at the thud it makes on the wooden surface.

The kettle all but screams to the blonde haired man. Draco gives in fairly easily, filling it up and placing it on the stove to heat before reaching for one of the many mugs you have bought in your time together.

As he leans against the kitchen counter, Draco crosses his arms and focuses his gaze to the floor. It had been a long day, and an even longer night was waiting for him. He had chosen this path; the dream of becoming a Healer too intoxicating for him to simply give up on it. His parents hadn’t wanted it, but it was first time that Draco had stuck to his guns about something other than you.

The training was intense, that much could be said. He had a newfound respect for the magical medical service he was now working for; seeing their devotion to the work made the long hours and painful cases worth it. He had found the job he wanted to dedicate his life to, but even he had to admit, he was struggling with the workload.

By the time he finishes at the hospital, he has over three hours of studying left to do when he gets home. He spends his lunch (when he gets his lunch) with a textbook in his lap or quizzing one of the senior Healers about procedures, potions and spells. Draco wanted to be the best he could be, and he was going to achieve that.

But sometimes, he simply wanted to crawl into bed and sleep off the cases he had covered.

His tea is poured; the teabag steeping as he takes a seat at the small kitchen table. With a worn out sigh, Draco drags the first textbook in front of him.

Draco doesn’t hear the click of the lock; he doesn’t hear your tired sigh, nor does he hear your soft footsteps padding through the flat. He remains focused on the textbook in front of him, reading and rereading the spells he would need in a trauma situation.

“Darling,” You call from the door of the kitchen, finding Draco once again hunched over a medical textbook. He hadn’t taken a day off since starting his training

“You scared me,” He whispers, a strained smile crossing his face.

“How long have you been studying?” You ask, frowning at the sight of the dark circles under his eyes.

Draco frowns; his eyebrows furrowing as he glances at the clock. “Since I got home,” He murmurs, sounding far away, “A few hours at least.”

“And have you slept at all?”

Draco shakes his head. He hadn’t even finished drinking his tea; the liquid now stone cold in his mug. He makes a mental note to get rid of the drink; there was no greater crime on this earth than that of cold tea. “Haven’t had the time,” He offers in explanation, gesturing to the numerous textbooks in front of him.

All of a sudden, he’s close to tears, burying his face in your stomach. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, rubbing at the tense muscles. You haven’t felt him relax in weeks; the countdown to his exams surprising the both of you by arriving so quickly.

Draco shudders in your arms; inhaling the familiar smell of your floral perfume. He had watched you dab it on your pulse points this morning, it was a wonder that the scent had remained strong all day.

He was so tired; so tired that he didn’t think he could sleep it off. He’s passed the point of over-exhaustion.

“Get up,” You command gently, tapping Draco’s shoulder. “You’re done for the night. You have tomorrow off right?”

Draco nods; still confused over what you’re asking him to do. Reaching over the man, you close the textbooks sprawled across the kitchen table. “You’re taking the night off. You can spend all of tomorrow studying if you want to, but you’re having tonight off.”

“I can’t,” Draco protests weakly, “I have to learn these spells.”

“Darling,” You hum softly, running a hand through the growing locks of the love of your life. Draco pushes his head further into your hand, humming happily at the feel of your fingers running over his scalp. “You need to sleep,” You murmur quietly.

Draco sighs; his shoulders drooping as he accepts your words. Silently, he nods, letting you pull him from kitchen table and lead him to your shared bedroom.

Warm light fills the room as you flick the switch. The room screams comfort; the bed large enough for the both of you with a thick quilt covering it. You lead him to the bed, nudging him slightly to take a seat on the edge. Draco feels close to tears when the mattress sinks comfortably under his body; the soft blankets inviting him to slip under their covers and dream the hours away.

Draco glances up at you, finding you already watching him with a fond look on your face. Draco responds by smiling at you. He wouldn’t be getting through these months without you by his side. You had accepted the hecticness of the Healer training programme, understanding perfectly how important it was for Draco. He doesn’t think he could love you anymore as you brush a hand against his cheek, running your fingers through the growing stubble there, and Draco is reminded that there isn’t a limit on his love for you – it’s utterly endless.

“Arms,” You whisper to which Draco responds by lifting his arms as much as he can. He hadn’t realised how dog-tired he was; didn’t think much of anything as he sat at the table with his books.

Working together, you get Draco dressed for bed. He thanks you with a slow, tired kiss, unable to manage much more. You smile, kissing his cheek lightly as he lies back against the pillows.

You turn to leave, wanting to turn the light off before you leave. At the last moment, Draco reaches out, grabbing your hand. “Stay with me,” He pleads, not wanting to be separated from your just yet. Your schedules being so busy that time like this was rare; he wanted to hold you, to reacquaint himself with his love for you.

There’s no argument to be had. You change for bed quickly, enjoying the feel of Draco’s eyes on you. It isn’t long before you’re shuffling into bed next to the man, eager to feel him pressed against you – getting the sleep he so desperately needs. You’re drawn to the man just as he is drawn to you, your bodies entwining together in a natural rhythm. Draco’s heart beats strongly against your cheek; his breathing getting slower and slower as his hand strokes up and down your arm.

“Thank you,” are his last words before he succumbs to the sleep that has hung over him since he arrived home.

****

Harry Potter taglist: @chaotic-fae-queen @harrypotter289 @kalimagik @heloisedaphnebrightmore @nebulablakemurphy @figlia--della--luna @big-galaxy-chaos @imboredandneedalife @levylovegood @awritingtree @haphazardhufflepuff @chaoticgirl04 @accio-rogers @dreaming-about-fanfictions @lestersglitterglue @msmimimerton @obx-beach @izzytheninja @slytherinprincess03 @bbeauttyybbx @breadqueen95 @kashishwrites @slytherinsunrise @remmyswritings @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @ria-rests-here @superbturtlemakerathlete @inglourious-imagines @ithilwen-lionheart @now-its-time-for-a-breakdown @ilovejjmaybank @theweasleysredhair @theonly1outof-a-billion @phuvioqhile @moatsnow @storyisnotover @himooonlight @missmulti @amourtentiaa @pandaxnienke

Draco Malfoy taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @obx-beach @obxmxybxnk @sycathorn-slush @dracomalfoyswifey @kashishwrites @justmesadgirl​ @detroitobsessed​ @aspiringsloth20​ @just-a-belgian-girl​ @lahoete​ @minty-malfoy​ @fallinallinmendes​ @ravenclawbitch426​ @ochrythum​ @beiahadid​ @gryffindors-weasley​ @dracosathenaeum​ @belladaises​

[nuttytani]

Remus Lupin fic recs

• changes @15-dogs

• sugar spice and everything nice @writesowhatnext

• can't take my eyes off of you @hxlyhead-harpies

• change of heart @krasivayadarling

• dating remus would include hc @theweasleysredhair

• lazy mornings and burnt breakfast @/theweasleysredhair

• study partners @/theweasleysredhair

• late @futurewriter2000

• woolly jumpers @shysneeze

• hearing aids @thoseofgreatambition

• an artists dream @/hxlyhead-harpies

• the letter @angelxnaa

• our hearts beat as one @harrysweasleys

• a lesson in chemistry @/harrysweasleys

• envy @loony-loopy-lupinn

• unspoken @/angelxnaa

• the distraction @/angelxnaa

• shared sweaters and failed first impressions @swellwriting

• flirt @prongsies

• untitled drabble @theboywhocriedlupin

• unscented @kalimagik

• the aunt trap @/kalimagik

• it's Friday I'm in love @inkinflux

• pianissimo 2712 initials carved into a tree @shaynawrites23

• chocolates and love letters @iwritesiriusly

• advantages of studying @heloisedaphnebrightmore

• love through potions @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

• little family @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

• fantasies @natasha-romancff

• and they were roommates @with-love-anu

• remus dating a shy reader @/with-love-anu

• avoiding attraction @/kalimagik

• but you did insult my boyfriend @hello-everyfandom

• red wine white wine @blushylupin

• be my muse @vogueweasley

[wondernimbus]

a bad day — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: when reader has a bad day, draco comes to the rescue.

a/n: this is literally a depiction of how i'm feeling bc of school and what i desperately want to happen DDD: oh to have a draco malfoy in my life

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

[Y/N] is having a bad day.

Scratch that; every second of it so far has been downright awful. She wonders what on earth she must have done to deserve the pumpkin juice that had been knocked over into her lap during breakfast, the bad grade she got on the Charms essay she’d worked her arse off of for, and on top of that, twenty points she lost off of Slytherin because she was too tired and kept dozing off in Transfiguration class.

Long story short: [Y/N] is absolutely knackered. she trudges out of Potions class, a scowl etched firmly on her face, and merely grunts out a “hi” when her best friend, Draco Malfoy, comes up to her in the middle of the hallway.

"What's got you in a bad mood today?" says Draco, snickering, keeping pace beside her as they shoulder their way through the stream of students in the corridor, which is loud with the sound of chatter and movement.

"Don't even get me started," [Y/N] grumbles. If the sour look on her face isn't enough to indicate that she's feeling gutted, then the tone of her voice seals the deal; she sounds as though she's been through a five-mile marathon and back. "Everything's going bloody wrong."

Draco glances at her, arm bumping into hers as they squeeze through a group of fourth-years. There's a smirk on his face. "Should I keep my distance?" he asks. "In case you lose it and start jabbing your wand at people out of nowhere."

"That was one time," says [Y/N], deadpan. "and I was eight."

"Old habits don't break easy," grins Draco. His hand reaches out to grab at the sling of her bag. [Y/N] shoots him a look. "I'm offering to carry it for you, woman," he says, scoffing out a laugh.

[Y/N] side-eyes him. "Who are you and what have you done to my best friend," she mutters, exhaling heavily as she shrugs her satchel off and hands it out to Draco, the corners of her lips tugging up briefly as thanks. "What class do you have next?"

"Potions," replies Draco without looking at her. He shifts her bag over his shoulder, frowning. "Blimey, have you been carrying this around all day?" He looks over at her, something like reprimand lacing his tone. "No wonder you've been so cheesed off. What's this got in it, a pile of rocks?"

[Y/N] rolls her eyes. "Textbooks. And if you've got Potions, you missed your turn." She jerks her head back, indicating the fork in the hallway they just passed a minute ago. "Classroom's back there."

"I know," shrugs Draco, and leaves it at that.

They stop at the door of the Ancient Runes classroom—[Y/N]'s next class. She sighs, pursing her lips in a grimace, and turns to Draco. "Thanks for walking me," she says, trying for a smile as she holds her hand out for her bag. "And for carrying my bag. You can be a good best friend sometimes—wow, I cannot believe I just said that."

It's Draco's turn to roll his eyes, albeit playfully. It's a familiar sight; Draco's snarkiness is something [Y/N] has grown far too used to. "I've always been a good best friend—you've just never said it out loud before," he grins. Ignoring [Y/N]'s outstretched hand, Draco sets her bag down on the floor and then proceeds to extend his arms out in front of him.

[Y/N] stares, blinking. "What are you doing."

Another eye roll. "Offering you a hug," Draco replies, as though she should've known all along. He wrings his hands out slightly as though gesturing for her to come close. "Come on, get in here. One-time offer."

She blinks again, taking a moment or two to register his words. Once she has, this time, the corners of her lips tug up without trouble.

Shaking her head in disbelief, she lets out a small laugh and takes the two steps forward needed to close the distance between them. Still with that same dubious yet pleased smile on her face, she wraps her arms around Draco's middle, muttering, "This is so strange," as Draco wraps his arms around her shoulders, hugging her close.

[Y/N] had been planning for a brief hug—a mere two seconds at most—but Draco feels nice and warm and comforting and she finds herself not wanting to let go. "You smell good," she says, interlacing her hands behind his back.

"Is that so surprising?" She feels the vibrations of Draco's laughter in his chest. Feels his hand climbing up to her hair, holding her head there. "Wish I could say the same for you, though."

[Y/N] scoffs, pulling away to smack him on the shoulder. Draco's hands fall away from her, and he's laughing, but instead of feeling annoyed, [Y/N] just smiles right back at him. "Whatever," she huffs, taking her bag as Draco holds it out to her. Already turning away to head into her classroom, she says, "I'll see you later."

Draco grins, walking backwards, away from her. "Try not to miss me too much."

"I won't," [Y/N] calls back playfully, leaning her back on the door.

Her best friend feigns a look of hurt, then raises a hand in goodbye. He looks dangerously close to stepping over his own robes. "Feel better, yeah?" he shouts, once he's a good few feet away and is beginning to recede into a crowd of students.

[Y/N] doesn't respond. She just quirks her lips up in reply, watching as Draco grins one last time before turning around and disappearing down the hallway.

Exhaling, she steps into the Ancient Runes classroom. Her heart doesn't feel so heavy anymore, and when she plops down into her seat, she isn't frowning. Rather, thoughts of Draco and his scent of green apples and that smile he'd given her all waft around in her head, leaving what feels like butterflies fluttering around inside of her stomach.

It's not that bad of a day, after all.

general taglist:  @dancing-in-the-moonlight3 @kalimagik @alittletoomanyobsessions @hariosborn @obsessedwithrandomthings @emcchi @sxrensxngwrites @enjoying-fantasyland21 @masterofthedarkness @siriusly-addicted-to-writing @bforbroadway @hufflefluff-writer @summer-writes @chaotic-fae-queen @firewhisky-kisses @dracosvftie @heloisedaphnebrightmore @idont-knowrn @dreamer821 @peachesandpinks @slytherinprincess03​ @chocfrogaddict @nebulablakemurphy​ ​@kpopgirlbtssvt​ @lumielikesbooks​ @teheharrypotter​ @susceptible-but-siriusexual​

[heywardsarchive]

I've hit 200!! I can't believe it, thank you guys so much!

To celebrate, I've decided to make a list of all my fics

So here are some of my absolute favourite fics

Lightning era

Harry Potter

Lover by @geordiewrites

Godson by @fandom-what-ifs

Luckiest man in the world by @iliveiloveiwrite

Im here by @lenalxvegood

Are you serious? By @xreaderbooks

Tolerate it pt 2 by @unnecessarywriting

Home by me (shamelessly adding this here because I absolutely adore it)

Ron Weasley

A little elf by @pregnant-piggy

Growing a pumpkin by @kalimagik

Finding a light by @gryffindors-weasley

Blue skies by @pxroxide-prinxcesss

George Weasley

Always been you by @spacexcowgirl

Share your address by @wand3ringr0s3

Sketches by @love-peachh

I saw this and it reminded me of you so I bought it for you by @hello-everyfandom

The wedding by @nerdishkiwii

Fred Weasley

Technicolour by @weelittleweasley

If you don't know, let me go by @parseltongueswriting

3361 miles away by @wand3ringr0s3

Bubble bath by @efyra

Always been you by @lumos-barnes

Driver's license by @givemeweasley

Honey, flowers and pinkey promises by @lumosandnoxwriting

Ghost of you by @tragically-here

Marauders era

James Potter

Late for the love of my life by @ch0colatefr0gs

Ghostin' by @prfctethereal

Sirius Black

So cold by @weasleydream

Matchmaking by @iwritesiriusly

Remus Lupin

Operation swan song by @weasleydream

Secret relationships and fake dating by @probably-peeves

[wreckofawriter]

Another Wattpad Thief

Hello, so the wattpad user @-lupinswh0re took a bunch of stories from tumblr. Im going to tag the people bellow, they gave credit but i don't think they got permission to repost.

they blocked me and im sick of this fuckin shit, it honestly pisses me off.

PSA: IF YOU DONT GET PERMISSION TO REPOST IT, DONT FUCKIN REPOST IT

here are the people they stole from: @randomoutsiders @underratedcharactersimagines @wishiwasanavenger-archive @fanfictionhub @blkgirl-writing @beauxbatons-babe @siriusblackasf @seriouslyblacklikemysoul @iliveiloveireblog @sleekeazyz @lupinlongbottom @kalimagik @poppin-potter @malfycs @fandom-puff @inkinflux @rainandhotchocolate @theweasleysredhair @slythrx @swellwriting @hello-everyfandom @acciofanfics @wondernimbus @prongsies @theseuscmander @lavishlilacs @futurewriter2000 @regulusheadcanons @evanescoed @remmyswritings @working-on-writing @onlydreamofmysoul @thementalmuso

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Questionnaire for writers!

If you are a writer or plan to write in the future, please, help me by filling out this questionnaire!

[No email addresses or names are being shared with me. It's completely anonymous]

Hey lovelies,

I know I haven't been active lately, however my university has been taking up all my time.

As part of my university assignment, I have been working on a business plan/design of a "Traditional" publishing company but in a new sense that might not be as traditional as the big names are.

I would like to ask you, if you write stories, one-shots, novellas, novels, fanfictions or plan to write in the future, to help me by filling this survey out. It would be much appreciated as I need to test out my theories.

The specific data collected for each question won't be part of my assignment, only the overall result, therefore don't worry about the questionnaire being unprofessional, luckily it isn't a formal research.

I'll tag a couple of people, but anyone who writes or plans to write in the future are welcome to fill it out. I'd need at least 30 responses, according to my lecturer, so any help would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you in advance,

Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Tagging some moots who might be interested in helping:

@iliveiloveiwrite @padfootagain @velvetcloxds @henqtic @girl-next-door-writes @kalimagik @nebulablakemurphy @quillsanddaydreams @pregnant-piggy @sunrisefairy @with-love-anu @awritingtree @oliverwoodmarrymepls @just-a-belgian-girl @deanwanddamons @melmalone @natashxromanovf @flamencodiva @gryffindors-weasley @babycap and anyone who writes or would like to write in the future :)

[tomhollandfics]

hi!! could you please make a list with fanfics based in taylor swift songs or just with taylor swift references? (as you probably can already tell, i'm a big fan). btw, i really love this initiative and all the hard work you do here. seriously, thank you so much for your kindness and ofc this god send work you do for us ❤❤. can't thank you enough for saving my nights

hey! here's a few I found - thank you for the kind words and all your support x

August - @sunshinehollandd

How You Get The Girl - @kalimagik

All Too Well - @farfromtommy

London Boy - @paraparker-blog

Dress - @ladybirduris

Rebound - @justapurrcat