summary: in which, you take care of draco when he gets drunk.
tags/warning: fluff, aged up characters, mentions of alcohol, domestic fluff, marriage, established relationship, indication of semi nudity, grammar.
a/n: my first draco fic! haven’t been online much, i’ve been feeling unwell recently... anyways this is definitely better in my head :’) enjoy xoxo bella
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“can i come wit’ you?” draco murmured with his face buried in the crook of your neck. his words came muffled against your skin and sent a tingle down your spine.
by the time the both of you stumbled through the front door, one of his shoes was already missing. he probably lost it somewhere between the cobblestone streets where he’d insisted on stopping to kiss you under a flickering streetlamp.
“yes, dray, you can come with me. we’re already here,” you said breathlessly, trying to shove the door shut with your hip whilst holding most of draco’s weight in your arms.
“mhmm, you’re warm” he made a pleased little sound against your skin and dropped his forehead heavily onto your shoulder.
now, it didn’t help that draco malfoy got extra clingy around you whenever he was drunk. and to be completely honest, you were enjoying it more than anything. there was always something about being able to hold him close and taking care of him in a way he would never fully allow when he was fully in control.
you liked how he leaned into you without hesitation and trusting you enough to let his guard drop so that you could see the vulnerable side he kept hidden from everyone else.
he always found his way back to you. every. single. time.
his cold fingers somehow managed to find their way beneath the hem of your shirt to settle at your waist, holding on as though you might vanish if he let go. wrapped around you, the blend of his expensive cologne and firewhisky made everything felt pleasantly lightheaded.
draco made no effort to hold himself up and instead, started rambling incoherently about mattheo owing him money before losing track of his own sentence. he kept on leaning shamelessly against you as you guided him down the hallway with both hands still braced at his waist.
“y’sleepin’ with me t’night?” he slurred as you guided him into your shared bedroom and eased him down onto the bed.
“i am, dray,” you said as you brushed the blond strands away from his forehead. his cheeks were still flushed pink, and his grey eyes had gone visibly heavy with sleep, blinking slower by the second.
he let out a quiet hum at you, shoulders loosening into the mattress. his hand lifted sluggishly and searched blindly for you until his fingers found yours and curled them in his bigger one lazily.
“good,” he mumbled. “hate wakin’ up without you,”
your chest tightened. even in the state of half asleep and drunk, draco could still say things that made your heart start beating rapidly.
“the things you would do,” you muttered, letting go of his fingers and finally tugging off his remaining shoe, setting them aside. “drinking yourself senseless over some ridiculous bet with mattheo,”
draco cracked one eye open, “still won,” he informed as the corner of his lips raised softly.
you shook your head, trying not to smile as you reached to unbutton his linen white shirt. your fingers worked them open one by one while draco watched through half-lidded eyes, not wanting to miss the way the moonlight caught softly along the soft curve of your face.
the white shirt slid off his arms easily, leaving him shivering as the lingering cold clung to his bare pale skin. draco made no move to help and only tipped his head back further against the pillows and let you fuss over his belt and trousers before carefully taking them off.
“comfortable there?” you murmured dryly as you stood.
“mmm,” draco hummed softly as he watched you make your way to the walk-in wardrobe.
after a moment, you came back with a fresh set of comfortable clothes for him.
he gave you the faintest smile as he noticed you had changed into a baby pink pyjama shorts and his white t-shirt that looked way too large for you. still, draco always adored you whenever you wore his clothes—you made them look better, he said.
“c’mere,” you climbed onto the bed next to him and tugged him upright gently. he let you pull him closer until he was finally sitting properly. surprisingly enough, he complied without protest tonight.
you guided him to lift both of his arms and pull the clean shirt down over his head. for a moment, he disappeared beneath it, then re-emerged with pale hair even messier than before. you smoothed the shirt down his chest as he watched your hands the entire time until they settled on his lap.
“up,” you said low enough for him to hear and gave his thigh a light tap.
a crooked smile found its way onto draco’s face at your command, but he still did it anyway. draco wouldn’t admit it loud, but he found it extremely hot when you took charge like that.
he lifted his hips just enough to make it easier for you to slide the new pants into place, and shivered faintly when your fingers brushed against the side of his shin.
“there, feel better now?” you said quietly once his pants were on properly and adjusted the waistband into place while his eyes stayed on you with a steady focus.
“d’you know you’ve got the prettiest face ever?” he murmured, completely ignoring your question.
a soft laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it. “well, it’s a good thing you tell me that every day,”
“i do?” he asked, catching your wrist, before you could even answer and tugged you down to his side on the mattress. draco didn’t waste a second when he finally had you close. though, in truth, he hadn’t left your side just a few hours ago at the reunion party with your friends from hogwarts—not even once.
he loved how easily your face always seemed to settle against his neck like a missing piece finding its place.
you reached to cradle his face in one hand while your other one laced with his. leaning in, you pressed a quick kiss on his lips.
“mm, you promised me that in your vows, baby,” you giggled, peppering more kisses along his jaw.
despite the alcohol, a moment of realization finally struck draco. his gaze dropped to your intertwined fingers; and that’s when he noticed the delicate diamond ring sitting proudly on your fourth finger. the very same one he had chosen with his dear mother a few years ago.
he observed the way the band encircled your finger quietly, reminding him the truth that he had chosen, again and again; that you were his wife. a promise he had made and never once let go of, and never would.
his hand stilled for a moment before his thumb began to move and fiddled with the ring, turning it ever so slightly. draco toyed with it gently. the band shifted slightly beneath his touch until his thumb caught on something carved into the inside of the ring.
Eternally Yours.
his breath hitched softly as he pulled you closer. before you could even settle, draco shifted with ease. he rolled you gently beneath him until your back was pressed against the surface of the warm sheets and hovered over you instead.
merlin, his stormy grey eyes looked even more beautiful from this sight.
draco looked at you for a moment before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. it was slow and deep. your fingers immediately found their place around his neck, brushing against the platinum curls at his nape.
when he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed on yours and his lips brushed against your mouth.
“means i’ve been doing it right, yeah?” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “but darling, above all things, i want you to know this—even without any promise between us, i’d still look at you and let you know how beautiful you truly are. that’s simply the truth, baby,”
his hand reached up and brushed a couple strands of hair out of your face. what draco said was true. even when he was intoxicated with firewhisky, he always meant it. hell, he would’ve told the entire world how much he loved you and that you were the prettiest thing to be alive.
you smiled softly, before pulling him back in and kissed him again with more passion this time.
So you mean to tell me that just by reblogging this I’m ruining an organizations plan, wasting them money, and uncovering some shitbag humans awful behaviour?
can you do a miles e42 fix based off of broken clocks by sza
U LUV ME | with 42!miles
— it’s been 3 years since you’ve dated him. why he still talking about you like you together ?
i’m not officially back but i just LOVE this concept. and i love sza🤭
ex!miles, both characters are like 17-18, reader has a younger sister, simp!miles fr, reader is still in love with miles but is stubborn, probably makes no sense whatsoever
“ma,” miles kneeled in front of you. “i’ll do anything to win you back. swear. i’ll drop the prowler job. anything.” his hands were wrapped around your legs as he begged for you to take him back.
“you swear?” you pull him up, he now towers over you. “swear.” his lip inch closer to yours “i lo—”
“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” your sister, nicknamed yaya, repeatedly hits you in the face with a pillow. “damn. i’m up, i’m up.” you sit up as she hits your back.
you grab the pillow, throwing it in her face. “i said i’m up.” “mama said you better be ready in 10 minutes or you’re gonna have to find another ride to work.”
you turn your head, looking at the clock.
it read 9:45.
shittt.
“get out so i can get dressed.”
*time skip*
you had barely made it in time for work. “hi, welcome to [ insert favorite cafe ], how can i—get out.” your voice was quickly filled with hatred. “chill, ma. i just wanted coffee.” the boy laughs. “not from here. go.”
you refused to serve him. you knew what was to come next.
“i miss you.”
“my mom won’t stop talking about you.” know well it was just him ranting about how he wanted you back.
“i want—”
“you want a caramel frappe, no whipped cream, a chocolate chip, warmed. i remember.” you deadpan. “i want something else.” your brows raise in shock, “so you have changed.”
“you.”
you groan. you bit your tongue, trying so hard not to yell at him to get out of your store. “i take that back.”
after completing his order, you slid him the drink and cookie, “that’ll be 12.65. cash or card?” he slid you a 50. “keep the change.” he walked off, sipping his newly made drink.
*time skip to the next day*
the day before was stressful. you had karens upset bc you didn’t give them a drink at 75 degree exact, too many customers, not enough staff. it was a miracle you made it out alive.
your sleep once you got home was well deserved. it was peaceful.
until the next morning. your phone was blown up by your best friend trying to get your attention.
[ name ] ! when did u and miles get back together ?
[ name ] girl wake the fuck up.
i know you see these messages. don’t make me come to your house.
answer me hoe😡
you quickly unlock your phone,
“tf r u talking abt?”
he posted on his private story. sum abt “when you two talk it out and cuddle” some shit like that. the caption had you name on it
your head hangs low when they sent the screenshot.
this motherfucker is really delusional.
“we never got back together. tf is he on?”
you threw on some clothes, storming your way to miles’ house.
you knew his mother had work at this time so you have no mercy to his front door. “miles, open this fucking door. imma kick it down.” your tone let him know you were pissed. he opens the door, “what are you mad about ma?”
you raise your phone at his face. “what is this?” he leans back, getting a good look at it. “oh, i was letting people know you’re mine.” you tilt your head, eyes squinted. “are you fucking crazy? what part of “we’re broken up” do you not until stand? we ain’t together. end of story.”
he laughs, making you more upset. “that’s what you think. why do you think no one has asked you out yet?” he smirks. “because they know that you’re mine. anybody who wants you gotta go through me first. and you and me both know that’s not gonna end well.” he snickers.
“miles—” “i’m not done.” he cuts you off. “look, i know me being the prowler affected our relationship. but i’m done with that. completely. i’m focused on you right now. i’m tryna do better for you.” he suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“i’m yours.”
you smirk at him. “and how do i know you don’t have any hoes in your phone right now?” “be reasonable right now.” he smile drops, his nostrils flaring. “okay, i was joking.” you laugh.
“so, what’s this mean ma?” you purse your lips, “i guess we can get back together.” he grins, pulling you closer. “you don’t know how much i missed you. and this ass—” his hands squeeze your ass before you smack his hands away.
“i can always change my mind, miles.” “okay, i was just kidding.”
read part 1 first, angst to fluff, readers house is unspecified, time skip from gof to ootp
harry potter x fem! reader, mentioned cedric diggory x fem! reader
It had been a few months since your boyfriends death. Everyone comforted you as much as they could but to no avail would you really speak. The people who tried to cheer you up always failed. That being said, your friend Amora had gathered a few friends of yours to go into town for a shopping trip.
Four people were there, including you. Your good friends Michael Katlins, Amora Winsburrow, and Ottoline Marvella. You were all inside Honeydukes, buying a few treats and talking with each other.
And although you were with your friends, you couldn't help but feel a bit sorrowful as you saw a couple holding hands, smiling at each other. Since Cedric's death, a few people had tried hitting you up, figuring they could be a "shoulder to cry on." You didn't need that, though, you just wanted somebody that understood you and how you felt.
Walking over to a pink wrapped candy, you take it from the table and eye it, seeing a small unicorn run around on the wrapper. A figure bumps into you, making you drop the candy. Kneeling down to grab it, the person who bumped into you, now identified as Harry Potter, grabbed the candy and gave it to you, a small smile on his face. "Hey, y/n."
To be frank, you had always found him and his scar a bit cute. So now seeing him in front of you, towering a bit over you, you couldn't help but smile back. "Hi, Harry. Are you here with your friends?" He hummed back, nodding his head to the right, an annoyed Hermione snatching a chocolate frog away from a confused Ron.
"Well, i'm here with a few of my friends, too. Though, I wanted to go to another store. They dragged me here." You say, now looking over to your friends as they laugh. "Would you like to go to the book shop with me? I've been meaning to grab a book from there."
"Yeah, that- that'd be great. I've actually been meaning to talk to you, too.. about- about Cedric." Your smile faltered, a sad look replacing it. "Um, yeah, sure. What about?" You both made your way out of Honeydukes, heading to the library.
"Do you miss him?" He asked you. You nodded your head gently, moving your arms to hold yourself. As the weather ran cold, you began to wish you had brought a jacket to wear atop your thin sweater.
"Yeah.. I miss him a lot, actually. People keep- keep telling me that it's been so long, that I have to get over it. I don't think they get it, though." You looked at Harry, his hair blowing lightly in the Fall wind.
"What about you? I know you guys weren't as close as others, but do you miss him, too?" He smiled, "You're right. We weren't as close as he was with his friends, or with you. But I miss him. I always feel like I caused it. Like if I did one thing different then maybe he'd still be here." You had made it to the book shop, walking in and being comforted by the warmth and scent of parchment and dimly lit candles everywhere. You find a corner near the fantasy section, sitting down.
"I believe you, by the way." He gave you a confused look. "About him being back." At that, he gave you a smile, looking into your eyes as if you two were the only ones who really understood what happened that day. "You don't have to, of course.. but tell me. Tell me everything that happened in the maze. What did it look like, what did he look like." You scooted just a bit closer to Harry, a small smile plastered on your face. The light of a soy candle lit the corner up, the scent of vanilla flowing from the wick.
You two talked for hours, seemingly about anything. He explained to you what had happened in the maze. He had said he told you because you "deserve to know." You had cried a little bit, you both had. You two shared the mutual connection of just knowing that you two would be the only ones to ever understand the feeling. The feeling of not knowing what to do. The feeling of seeing Cedric's lifeless body on the floor beside you, crying and holding him.
You two were the only ones to ever see. To see him so up close on that field.
It had reached near forty minutes until curfew at the castle. You two stood up, Harry helping you stand. "It was nice talking to you, Harry. I feel.. happy that we spoke." He hummed in response, smiling and opening the door to the library as you two left. Even though you hadn't gotten the book you wanted, you still felt accomplished with the day.
"How will we explain to our friends we ran off together without them assuming things." You said to Harry, smiling and laughing. You hadn't realized how cold it was going to be today, now slightly shivering. "Are you cold, y/n?" Harry asked you, taking his hoodie off and waiting for your response. You nodded your head, accepting the hoodie he had in his hand. "Thanks, I hadn't realized how cold it had gotten."
"It's no problem, really. Though, do you really think our friends will assume something?" Harry asked playfully, you two now on the lit up bridge that connects the town and castle. "Definitely. Amora will be bugging me ALL day tomorrow. And from what I know, Ron won't stop bugging you either." You say smiling, almost to the castle now.
"Well, if he does ask what we did, i'll say we snuck off on a date." He said, nudging you slightly and chuckling as you scoff. "Are you asking me out, Potter?" "Maybe." He mumbled to himself, looking at you.
"Well, if you are.. I accept." Harry looked at you, a shocked look on his face. "Well- well you don't HAVE to say yes. I mean it doesn't even have to be a date! We could totally just go to Hogsmade as friends and laugh and be totally friendly! But we couldalsodoitasadate, too." You laughed as he jumbled his words together. "Yes, Harry, I'll go on a date with you." You said, giggling mid sentence.
"Really, okay!" He said, a nervous look on his face. "I had a good time talking to you, today, Harry." You said, looking down at your shoes, small puddles of water from last nights storm everywhere.
You had made it inside the castle, now beside your house dormitory. You take Harry's hoodie off, handing it to him. "No, no. You can keep it, I have loads of other hoodies." He said, smiling. You nod your head, a small smile bestowed on your face. "I'll see you tomorrow, Harry." With that, you head into your common room, happy with how the day had gone.
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a/n: sorry i didn't post pt.2 sooner 😭 i've been pretty busy with life in general and stuff. though i will be posting more often, lmk if you'd like to be tagged in official posts 🤍
I think Will should use a gun in season 5, but only to show character development.
Since his initial instinct when first saw the demogorgan in s1 was to use a gun, now that everyone is going to be fighting Vecna with weapons, I think that he'll pick up a gun again as others such as Nancy and Hopper will have one and he'll feel like he has to use it in order to save his loved ones. It'll be similar to Jonathan in s1 who clearly has bad memories of using a gun, but tries it anyway as he cares more about saving Will (although I think that Will will be a better shot just so he does use a gun in s5).
However, the point that has been made many times about how learning to shoot is linked to trauma and that Will doesn't have to be made more masculine in order to be a 'stronger' and him liking shooting is kind of ooc anyway.
As guns are linked to Will trying to be a 'real man' and covering up his queer identity by doing something overtly masculine, I think that whilst Will will initially use guns, he won't find them very useful, as Vecna seeks to expose the status quo and destroy it ("conformity, that's what's killing the kids"- or however that line goes) so Will fighting Vecna with something traditionally masculine that he doesn't find strength and power in- which is why Nancy's guns and El's powers have worked for them, they find power in them- won't succeed.
Will will have to find his own way to defeat Vecna and it will likely parallel him truly accepting his queer identity (which honestly seems to be some kind of powers, whether they're light, creation, or an extension of his link to the UD).
Some Assembly Required is still a big part of who I am as a person because I can't mop a floor without thinking "[Meeskatanian gibberish] just mopping :)"
