a comprehensive list of every harry potter character i want to know more about
hannah abbott - is she doing okay? how’s her and neville’s relationship going? do they have any kids? does she make like the best butterbeer ever? i want to know
bathsheda babbling - apparently she was the ancient runes teacher at hogwarts and truly i just want to know more about her because look at that fucking name
katie bell - how’s my girl katie doing? hopefully not too affected by that whole dark curse thing she had to deal with? also i just want to know more about her like how’d she get into quidditch what were her stats like when did her and oliver wood get married
phineas negillus black - truly it’s tragic that whenever i picture him in my mind i see phineas from phineas and ferb with black hair and a very large black wizarding cloak on but like besides that how was he as a headmaster? what was he like? does he take joy in being a little dick head? i truly want to know
susan bones - how is she after her aunt’s death? what’s she doing with her life? susan bones sounds like the type of girl who’d be really really good at braiding hair. is she really really good at braiding hair?
lavender brown - i hope she’s doing okay and that she’s learning to live with the scars greyback gave her and hopefully she’s not a werewolf and listen she just liked ron is that really such a crime jk rowling did her so dirty!!! also i want to know everything about her and parvati’s relationship “friendship” and all the crazy make-outs shenanigans they got into
charity burbage - how’d she get into teaching muggle studies? was she scared those last few moments of her life? was she a good teacher? why the hell did jk rowling never let us witness a muggle studies class
alecto & amycus carrow - damn tell me everything about these two what was their childhood how’d they get into the dark arts literally how far were they willing to go because like torturing children is just fucking evil
the cattermoles - did they actually grab their family and get out of britain?? i sure hope so
penelope clearwater - how’s she doing??? did she get like fucking awesome grades?? how’d she react when percy was being a Dick? important questions
dennis creevey - legit how many times did collin write to him about harry? i bet dennis was like “jesus fuck mate shut up”. is he doing okay? i sure hope so. i hope he got into photography too
fleur delacour - listen i just want to know MORE what kind of student was she??? how many friends did she have??? i want more elaboration on her relationship with her sister. i want a whole god damn book just about fleur’s life. god damn it
dedalus diggle - how did anyone let him become an auror with a name like that
the dumbledores - please, for the love of god, i’d die if jk rowling gave us a book on the dumbledores. think about all that information. wow.
arabella figg - how did a squib get in contact with dumbledore? how was her life growing up being a squib? what were all her cat’s names? did she go play bridge every night with her friends? these are questions i need answers to
seamus finnigan - “me mam” oh you sweet boy how i love you. when was the first time he and dean kissed and was it as magical as he thought?? i won’t rest until i am answered
mundungnus fletcher - so like did he become like he is because of his name or did he change his name to reflect the fact that he was an utter piece of shit
filius flitwick - how’d he get into charms!!! what were his favorite teaching methods!!! favorite students!!! literally anything!!!
florean fortescue - i want to know every single damn flavor of ice cream he had in his shop. also, did he ever reopen it??
astoria greengrass - how’d she and draco meet? what are her political views?? her family life??? what kind of mother was she to scorpius?? i bet she was a damn elegant one
rubeus hagrid - like i want DETAILS about his life at hogwarts. every damn one. and about his life afterwards. i want a tour of his cottage. transcripts of every date he went on with madame maxime or whatever. a list of every single pet he ever owned. i want stories about him going to romania and visiting charlie. i want EVERYTHING
angelina johnson - my BITCH how’s she doing???? how’s life after hogwarts for her?? is she kicking ass and taking names?? i sure hope so. is she playing quidditch? or maybe she’s like a wizarding lawyer or something like stone cold bitch!!!! love that girl. what kind of mother is she? when did she and george fall in love?? does she still meet up with alicia spinnet and katie bell every once in a while for tea and biscuits and a chat?
lee jordan - IS HE A PROFESSIONAL COMMENTATOR. THAT’S ALL I WANT TO KNOW
bellatrix lestrange - i honestly just want to know everything about her. how was she growing up? her relationship with her sisters? when did she like fall in love or infatuation or lust or whatever with voldemort??? is like the no nose thing a kink? when’d she lose her mind? important questions
frank and alice longbottom - how’d they meet? how’d they fall in love? how’d they get married? they deserved better
ernie macmillan - did he ever stop being such a little bitch?
minerva mcgonagall - LEGITIMATELY EVERYTHING I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING i want a 1000 page essay detailing her time at hogwarts
cormac mclaggen - did he ever stop being such a big dick?
the patil sisters - listen tell me about like hinduism and magic and indian culture and hindu mythology and magic and also just everything about these sisters and their sisterly bond and how they were both underestimated and taken for giggling girls even though they were smart as fuck i love them
kingsley shacklebolt - okay i wanna hear how awesome he was at school and about how everyone loved him and i wanna hear about his adventures in the ministry and him talking to the muggle prime minister and basically how fucking awesome he was
dean thomas - his love for soccer!!!! tell me all about it!!!! his love for seamus!!!!! tell me all about it!!!!
ted tonks - how did he and andromeda fall in love??? did he try to convince her he was worth it???? was he Smooth As Fuck??? important questions
the weasleys - like i KNOW we know a ton about them but i just want MORE. i want more charlie and bill and bill and ginny’s relationship and all the siblings hanging out and i just want MORE of the dynamic
Family’s What You Make Of It | It starts when Dan stumbles through the door of his two bedroom flat with an attractive stranger attached to his mouth, and it ends with, well… a family. Or, the one where Dan is a single father of a three year old, who intends for Phil to be nothing more than a one night stand until he see’s him interact with his daughter for the first time. | Phan | Mature | Smut, self-neglect, implied self-esteem issues, single father Dan | 4,374 Words
Thank you so @phansdick for encouraging me (as always) and then being wonderful and beta’ing for me without me even having to ask ;)
My thoughts on 13 Reasons Why Characters (Contains Spoilers)
Hannah Baker: I hate everything that happened to Hannah.Those terrible scenes just grabbed my heart and crumbled it into dust. She went through so much and felt like she had no one to talk to. Majority of her friends just betrayed her except for Clay Jenkins. The only thing about Hannah that I found messed up about her was that she pushed away the one person that actually wanted to be there for her.
Clay Jensen: I felt bad for him, having to hear about the awful things done to the person he loved and watching him struggle to try and get justice for her. I just wished he was able to overcome the fear he had when talking to Hannah and told her how he really felt. There was that moment where he was a dick to her when she tried to talk about the car accident and he completely shut her down.
Tony: Ever since the beginning i got this mysterious vibe off Tony and i didn’t really like it but i realized it was all for Hannah and honoring what she wanted, I’m really glad he decided to show Ms. Baker the tapes even though I was dying for him to tell her sooner.
Jeff Atkins: OMG WHY?!? JUSTICE FOR JEFF TOO! He had absolutely nothing to do with the tapes and all he wanted was Clay to be happy and to be with Hannah. He was such a sweet guy who definitely didn’t need to go.
Jessica Davis: I loved her, then i hated her, and then I felt really bad for her and like Hannah I hope Jessica gets the justice she deserves. I really liked her at the beginning, she was such a cool person and her and Hannah were so so similar. They had that friendship, where you can consider each other sisters. But then I hated how she automatically blamed Hannah instead of Alex for the list that he made and then blamed her for end of their break-up. She didn’t even try to listen to Hannah. And I hated that she didn’t want to see justice for a girl who was once her friend. But then it all started to make sense and it was because she was fed a soup full of lies by her boyfriend.
Justin Foley: I feel like Justin Foley actually does have a good heart but he just didn’t make the right decisions. I loved how much he cared about Jessica but what he did to her was completely awful. But, it killed me when he called out to his mom after her boyfriend just choked her son and she just walked away. And what really also got to me was when he told Jessica about almost jumping and said he couldn’t because he was thinking about her almost made me forget about what he did but then Jessica told him off, and I remembered the pain he helped cause her. It’s clear that what he did was eating him up inside (as it should) and now he just has to live with that
Bryce aka dickshit: FUCK HIM. HOPE HE CREMATES IN HELL. If you watched the show, i’m pretty sure this is all I need to say about that disgusting animal.
Courtney Crimsen: Hate her. Hated her. And still hate her. I understand she didn’t want people knowing she was lesbian but that was no reason to throw Hannah under the bus. Coming out is hard, especially when you go to school with a bunch of judgmental, immature idiots but that’s still not a justification for what she did. And then i absolutely hated her when she tried to stand up and protect Bryce like he wasn’t a rapist who raped not only Hannah but Jessica too. I get she was lying to herself about him not be a rapist so she wouldn’t have to consider herself a lesbian but she just needed to finally admit the truth to herself.
Sheri: I liked her and….. i don’t hate her. She should’ve called the cops but I understand her reasons her hitting and running a stop sign. She was scared. But she should’ve never left an slightly intoxicated Hannah there after she offered her a ride. But i do feel like Sherri has her heart in the right place by hanging around the old man who got in the accident and by finally going to the police.
Alex Standall: I hated him for making the list and letting Jessica be mad at Hannah for it. But he was the only one who actually had a brain in the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. He was the first one to actually wanted to tell the truth and accept the punishments. He was also a sweet character and I really hope he isn’t dead.
Zach: I thought he was sweet too. But i didn’t like how he didn’t speak up for Hannah and actually take into consideration that she needed help, but i can’t really blame him for the fact that he was scared and it’s hard to know that there’s something wrong with someone and actually being able to help them. Knowing that there’s something really dark about a person and just freezing up with fear and not knowing what to do. And what people do in situations like this is they take the easy way out and just ignore it and act like it never happened. But i truly think he actually liked Hannah.
Tyler: Fucking creep. Seriously he should have his camera shattered into a million and one pieces. And i know this is just a theory but i just wanna put this out there and most of you are probably thinking this too but i’m pretty sure Tyler shot Alex. He had all those guns and he took down Alex’s picture. It makes sense. Anyways, i don’t understand why he was trying so hard to try and get into the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. I think he’s a psychopath and that side of him will unravel in season two of this show.
Marcus Cole: I thought he was actually a nice guy when he asked Hannah to go out with him and then once he came and hour late and sexually assaulted Hannah that’s when I hated him. He cared wayy to much about his reputation.
Ryan: self-centered douche bag. The only moment i’ll applaud him is when he shut Courtney down when she tried to deny Bryce was a rapist. I saw his point on having her poem open to the world and about her struggles reaching out and connecting to other people’s problem but it was personal and he should’ve asked for permission.
Mr. Porter: What’s the point of having a guidance counselor if they’re not going to help guide you out of your problems?? I’m happy he felt bad for not being able to stop what Hannah did to herself. Out of all these people, he was the only one that actually gets paid to help people out of their problems
Once a year,
usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students. It’s usually quite humble, mainly consisting
of booths selling small magic trinkets, or snacks like cotton candy, sweets and
other classic carnival fare. There’s
always the tiny petting zoo over near the Cloisters, and some years Watford
even scrapes enough together to bring in a carousel. Most of the booths are run by student
volunteers, and though everything is by donation, all proceeds go to whichever
charity the student body has voted on.
I go every year, mostly for the
caramel apples and sweet cider, but this is the first year I’ve been behind the
scenes of the carnival and helped at a booth.
In truth, I didn’t even sign up for
it, but Agatha hadn’t had a break all day and needed some cotton candy of her
I should have told her to find
Penny, or Trixie or even Minty. Anyone
It doesn’t take long for the word to
spread that Simon Snow has taken over the Kissing Booth, and mortifyingly the
line has doubled in length. Mostly first
or second-year girls, blushing and stammering or swaggering up to the counter
with a pronounced sway in their step, with the odd boy interspersed through the
It’s not the worst thing that’s ever
happened to me – that honour goes to the time in second year that Baz stumbled
upon a spell that made my clothes slowly dissipate, garment by garment, in the
middle of the dining hall – and after the first two or three quick, cold kisses
I start to calm down, but I’m counting the minutes until Agatha comes
back. How she endured hours of this, I cannot
comprehend. That’s just Agatha, I guess.
A redhead drops her donation into
the tin and her eyes flit around, meeting me for only a split second at a time,
her cheeks aflame. I try to look as
non-threatening as I can and lean forward enough that she can close the rest of
the space. She darts in with a kiss that’s
no more than a peck before running over to a giggling pair of who must be her
friends, a triumphant grin on her face.
She must have been dared. Poor
girl. I hope I wasn’t her first.
“Well, well, well.”
My stomach lurches at the cold drawl
I know only too well.
“What are you doing here, Baz?” I
say in as civilized a tone as I can manage.
He stands there with his arms
crossed over his chest, his mouth in a twist that’s a bit too amused to be a
sneer. “When I heard that the Chosen One
had taken over the Snogging Booth, I simply had to see it for myself.”
“Well, now you’ve seen it, so now you
“Saving the World of Mages one kiss
at a time,” Baz murmurs with a chuckle. “Not
exactly what I was envisioning.”
“I’m only covering for Agatha,” I
retort, “she’ll be back in five minutes if you’re wanting her services.”
He scoffs. “I’d rather not snog your girlfriend, thank
you very much.”
“She’s not my – forget it,” I shake
my head. I’ve told him at least a dozen times,
but it never stops him.
“She must have been really desperate
for a break to put you in charge,”
Baz drawls on, his voice smooth like honey but with too much of a bite to be
sweet. “You’d think she’d at least pick
someone attractive for the Kissing
It stings, but I don’t flinch. “What, someone like you?” I spit back too
His eyebrows shoot up in delighted
surprise as I realize my mistake. “You
flatter me, Snow,” he purrs, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I furrow my brow
tighter and hope it passes for anger.
“Is there a reason you’re still
here?” I growl as the burning spreads from my cheeks to my ears.
“As a matter of fact, there is,” Baz
says, and his gray eyes look cool enough to staunch the flames at the tips of
my ears, but the more I glare into them the more the fire rages. “I’m here to torment you.”
“Great, well you’ve done that.”
“I wanted to see what you’d do.” He leans on the edge of the counter, bringing
his face far too close to mine for comfort.
“What would the Mage’s Heir do if his nemesis showed up at the Kissing
“You can torment me any time,” I shoot
back, “you’re holding up the line.”
“Oh, yes, well,” he feigns conern, “I
wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their kiss.”
“Then go away.”
His eyes narrow and he pretends to
think. “Mmm, no. I don’t think so.”
“Baz, I’m warning you.”
“Terrifying,” he drones, “but this
is too much fun. Besides,” his eyebrow
flickers up, “don’t you owe me a kiss?”
I flash him a smirk of my own. “Aw, Baz.
If you were so desperate for a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”
Baz, to his credit, doesn’t bat an
eye. “You think of that comeback
“There’s a fee, you know,” I ignore
him, barely having to raise my voice above a murmur for him to hear me, he’s so
close. “You haven’t paid the fee, so I don’t
owe you anything.”
He doesn’t drop his eyes from mine,
and the cool gray takes on the spark of a challenge. Out of my periphery I see him reach into his
pocket, and there’s the clatter of coins dropping into the tin.
I should punch him.
I should spit in his face.
wanted to see what you’d do.
I take him by the lapels and crush
his mouth under mine.
He makes a muffled sound of
shock. To be fair, so do I, but mine is
more angry than it is surprised. I kiss
him hard and rough, and it’s a bit of a juxtaposition because his mouth is
oddly soft. A face like his, you’d
expect his lips to be made of marble, cold and unmoving, but he’s the farthest
thing from unmoving. I can’t tell if he’s
struggling or if he’s kissing me back
but his lips are so, so soft and I
want to bruise them, mark them, bite them…
I only stop when a series of wolf
whistles reminds me that there are at least ten people watching us.
Trying to salvage the illusion of
control, I break away harshly, still gripping him by his collar. The cocky smirk has dropped from his smooth
features and now his face mirrors mine, a matching scowl, like I’ve crossed a dangerous
line. I probably have.
“Was that what you wanted?” I growl.
He doesn’t answer, just holds my
gaze another few seconds before pushing back from the table, his lapels
slipping out of my hands, and stalking away.
I don’t see Baz
at the carnival after that, and I stay as long as the booths are open, perusing
the same counters and feigning interest even after having looked through their contents
three times. I keep Penny company where
she mans the popcorn booth, drizzling caramel over every few cartons, and I
even get bored enough to hang around Agatha back at the Kissing Booth for a
little while, until one too many patrons have asked if I’m available for
service. When she and Penny are freed we
pet the goats at the petting zoo, the ones that Ebb has graciously volunteered
for the event, and take a few spins on the carousel. Only once the light has begun to fade and the
signs are being lowered from their booths do the three of us part ways. Even then, I offer to help Ebb get her goats
Basically, I’m doing anything I can
to put off going back to the room, but eventually I can’t avoid it any
longer. I’ve wandered the grounds enough
times that the sun has properly disappeared behind the distant hills and I can
barely see the ground in front of me.
Even then I’m tempted to consider crazy alternatives like spending the
night at Ebb’s place, but I’m pretty sure that would be against school rules
anyway, and besides, I’ll have to face Baz eventually. There’s no undoing what’s happened.
When I finally trudge back into the
room, he’s staring out the window at the moat, presumably trying to intimidate
the merwolves, but he turns at the sound of the door. His expression, though I don’t see it for
long before I look away, is hard to read.
Wide eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s still mad at me for my stunt
earlier, but there’s a bit of a questioning edge there, too. Almost a where
were you edge.
Normally I have to start any type of
conversation, but tonight he wastes no time.
“What the hell was that, Snow?”
There’s no question as to what he’s
referring, and I can’t help but get angry again. “Me?
You’re the one who had to start something!”
“Well, you didn’t have to react so
drastically,” he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the
window, the moonlight casting its glow on his skin and making him even paler
than usual, almost transparent. I half
expect fangs to slide out from his lips for no reason and complete the picture.
soft, soft lips.
“You were egging me on,” I seethe,
the memory igniting the rage that I’d felt in the fractured moment before
kissing him, “it’s your fault anything happened.”
“Proud little hero,” Baz says with
the slightest smirk, “can’t back down from a challenge.”
“You know I can’t, not in front of
“Wouldn’t want them to think the
Heir is a coward.”
I feel like a balloon in me is
swelling and deflating at once. “But
that’s just it, Baz,” I insist, anger
momentarily aside. “If they think I’m
afraid, what reason do they have to hope?”
He doesn’t answer right away, and
for a second I think maybe he understands.
I want so badly for him to understand.
“No reason,” Baz eventually says,
turning to look out the window again, “not with someone like you as the Chosen
I want to groan, to kick something,
to shake him by the shoulders and make him look me in the eye and for once not
fight me. Have we ever in our lives made
eye contact without there being some challenge between us?
“Why did you have to get in that
line?” I shake my head. “There are so
many other ways of tormenting me, lower-stakes ways.”
“To be fair, I’ve already exhausted
most of those,” Baz murmurs with a little shrug of his shoulders.
“When have you ever been fair?”
I’m tired of standing here at the
door, so I kick off my shoes and sit down on my bed, trying not to think about
how much closer I am to him now, still at the window, looking as vampiric as
ever. His gray eyes are positively
silver in the moonlight, and the black of his hair looks silkier than ever, as
if it’s soaking the rays directly into him.
He almost glows. I have to laugh
a little, because more than once Baz has mockingly compared me, with my bronze
curls and sky-blue eyes, to the sun, but he himself wears a halo of night. If I am the sun, then Baz is most certainly
the moon. Distant, cold, mysterious,
almost too pristine to touch.
His gaze returns to me
suddenly. He raises an eyebrow in a
wordless inquiry, and I realize I’ve been staring.
“What exactly was it you expected me
“At what point, Snow?” he gives a
humourless laugh. “You had more than one
opportunity to react.”
“When you paid the fee.”
His tiny smile disappears. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Drop it, Snow,” he says, the
hardness returning to his eyes, and I know I’ve cornered him. Drop it
is Baz’s way of betraying himself, of saying there’s something that he doesn’t
want to tell.
“Was I supposed to kiss you?” I
ask. For some reason I have to know.
“I don’t know, Snow, punch me. Push me.
Beat me to the ground. Something.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “Wait.
You wanted me to hit you?”
He shrugs, more with his head than
his shoulder. “One of us has to get
I rise to my feet, and I’m
face-to-face with him again, only his eyes are different this time. Whereas at the booth he had betrayed no hint
of doubt at our closeness, now there’s a flicker of something in the silver,
something that feels a lot like the way my heart is racing in my chest, and it
dawns on me. He was putting on a show at
the carnival, acting like nothing I could do would get to him, just as I had
they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?
of us has to get hurt, right?
And suddenly it makes sense.
There’s only a few inches between
us, so it feels almost natural when I lean in and press the gentlest of kisses
to his lips.
He doesn’t kiss me back this time,
but he doesn’t move away either. “What
was that for?” he asks when I draw back a second later.
“You act like we’re so different,” I
say wonderingly, “but we’re the same.”
“What do you think we’d be if we
didn’t have to fight each other?”
I don’t miss the split second of
longing in his eyes. “Keep dreaming,
“Because I bet it would involve a
lot more of this.” I bring a hand up to
his neck, my fingers instantly lost in the wavy tips of his hair and it’s
exactly as soft as it looks bathed in moonlight.
Baz closes his eyes like he has to
collect himself. “You’re the hero. I’m the villain. What more do I have to say?”
“Fuck that,” I chuckle, “we both
know that’s not true. You’re a boy, and
I’m a boy. That’s all.”
“Tell that to the rest of the world.”
“I don’t care about the rest of the
world,” I shake my head adamantly, “I want to know what you think.”
“If there was no act, no reputation,
no role to play,” I murmur, “if we were just two boys, what would you do?”
Baz returns my gaze a moment,
searching my eyes.
Then his lashes close and he’s
kissing me, and my eyes drift shut again like I’m sighing in relief.
I let my fingers tangle higher up in
his hair while my other hand grips the front of his shirt like earlier, only
without the anger of the afternoon. He
angles his head further and guides the kiss deeper, his hands gently gripping
my waist and pulling me closer. I melt
against him, my mouth moving with his, my head swimming with his citrusy scent,
and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my throat when he takes my bottom
lip between his teeth in a gentle tug.
Suddenly I’m floating, weightless, and Baz gives a muffled sound of
surprise when I press back a little harder.
When we finally break apart, both of
us gasping and dizzy, I immediately want more, want to line his neck with my
mouth, want to feel his breath hitch when I reach the base of his throat, want
to hear my name in his sigh. Would he
sigh Snow or Simon? I want to know.
“Please,” I whisper, dotting a kiss
to the corner of his mouth, “can’t we just be two boys?”
When I meet his eyes, they’re full
of more longing than ever.
In response, he kisses a soft, slow
triangle pattern on my cheek, and I recognize the pattern of the three moles by
my eye, and I can’t help but smile.
Summary: Model!Bucky AU with Photographer!Reader. This is your meeting with Bucky, and how your friendship developed into something more.
Pairings: Bucky x Reader (main); Steve x Reader (side)
Word Count: 4,658
A/N: This is a re-write of Dean fic series I never finished. Here’s hoping that I will have motivation to finish this storyline with Buckaroo. Hope you all enjoy! Also, I don’t claim to know how the photography/fashion world works, I’m just… Sorry if there are mistakes.
“Alright, children, enough
chattering!” A large woman with bushy blonde hair and overdone makeup stared
down at her sixth-grade Earth and Space science class. She was frowning and it
was only the first day of classes. She was already feeling the headache that
was sure to make itself known by the end of the week. “Settle down!” she
At her shrill voice, silence
overcame the room and everyone found empty seats to call their own. She gave
them all a wide, forced smile in gratitude. “Welcome to Earth and Space
Science! I am Mrs. Paulson and I will not
tolerate any unruly conduct in my class. You will be wise to be on your best behavior
while you’re in my class. If you aren’t, a detention slip with your name on it
will be waiting for you by the end of class. Do I make myself clear?”
A drone of agreements reached her
ears and she gave a grin of satisfaction. Some kids thought her wolf-like. She
clapped her hands once before picking up a stack of papers, licking her
forefinger to separate the sheets. Oblivious to the grimaces of her students as
she handed them their syllabus, her voice thundered through the room. “Learn it,
live it, love it. I will always abide by the schedule you find there and
everything that will be required of you is written on that very sheet. Is that
understood? There are no excuses!”
Request: “Hey! Can you write a JeffxReader? Where the reader is Clay sister (and have a secret crush on Jeff), someday she was going to sleep in Hanna’s house, but for some reason she didn’t stay to sleep and when she go home she find Jeff slepping in her bed. You can choose how it ends. Thank you! :D”
A/N: I am happy that I received a Jeff imagine! Although I didn’t want to leave Hannah alone, because I can imagine the reader being on the tapes after because of it. Yup, I am a little bit paranoid. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you like it and I would be grateful if you send other requests! Thank you.
- G. x
Warning: (Y/H/C) is Your Hair Colour.
“Oh my God, you seriously like Jeff Atkins?” Hannah exclaimed excitedly and energetically as she knew the secret you’ve been keeping for years.
“Who wouldn’t like him?” You stated as if it was normal to like Jeff. Well, he was good looking, kind and funny. He had the characteristics you were looking for a boy and you knew that he was the one when you met him.
“Aw, I hope he likes you back.” Hannah honestly said as she played with your (Y/H/C) hair while you both sat on her comfortable double bed. You decided to have a sleepover because it has been awhile since you last spent time together. She was one of your close friends and you loved her presence.
“Well, he’s older than me and I am out of his league.” You shrugged your shoulders as you felt a little bit down for what you’ve just said.
“Oh, cut it off! You are beautiful, intelligent and sweet, it is impossible to not fall in love with you.” Hannah comforted you as she praised you with her sincere words.
“Aw, Hannah.” You looked at her with a wide smile and you hugged her. “Thank you.”
“It was the truth.” She hugged you back as a nice friend she was.
“Talking of these boys,” You started as you broke the hug and she hid her face behind her hands as she already knew the next question. “how are you and my older brother, Clay?” You flashed a smirk and you saw her cheeks turned red.
“Oh my God, I knew it.” She laughed, still having her face hidden. “We’re friends, (Y/N). We work at the movie theatre and we talk at school, that’s it.”
“Jesus, Clay never asked you out?” You shook your head for your disappointment because you rooted for them being together. You considered Clay and Hannah as a perfect couple.
“He’s shy.” Hannah shortly answered.
“But it’s not an excuse! I would slap that dork silly, seriously.” You unleashed a long and deep sigh because Hannah seemed disappointed too and her being dismayed was one of the things you wouldn’t want to see. “I’ll talk to him, because I know that he likes you too, a lot!”
“Geez, really?” Hannah smiled widely and you nodded happily as her happiness came back once again.
“You can count on that!” You winked at her and she bit her lower lip. You stared at each other and you both let out some soft giggles for no reason, but it was interrupted as you heard some noise coming from the living room.
There was a discussion happening between Hannah’s parents and you could tell that she felt embarrassed for it. She hated it when they fought and having a friend hearing their complaints wasn’t one of the things that she wanted to happen.
“Are you okay, Hannah?” You worriedly asked and she just shook it off, obviously avoiding herself to ask you some help.
“(Y/N), do you mind if we cancel this sleepover?” She fidgeted with her warm blankets as she was nervous for your possible reaction.
“Oh no, it’s fine for me if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean, I would stay to cheer you up, but I will give you space if you want.” You sympathetically said as you understood her situation.
“I am fine, really.” She assured you. “I will call you if I ever need some help. Thank you.”
“Don’t bother to call me, okay?” You reminded her once again as you got up from her bed. You gathered your things and you put them in your backpack.
“Noted.” She smiled widely at you, not minding her parents anymore. She got up too and you both went outside her room as she led you to the house’s front door. Her parents stopped throwing shit at each other as they saw you going away and you could say that they felt guilty because of it.
“Good night, Hannah.” You sweetly greeted. “Call me or text me, okay? I am always here.”
“I know and I thank you for that.” She hugged you and you responded to it by hugging her back. “Good night.” She then let you go.
“Good night, see you tomorrow.” You said as you unlocked your bike’s chains. You then rode it as you said goodbye to Hannah once again. She watched you as you started to pedal way back home.
During your journey, you thought of Hannah’s family situation and you knew that it wasn’t your business but you wanted to help her. You wanted to help her, because you didn’t want for it to be one of the reasons she would feel sad or disappointed. Her life was already hard and you didn’t want for her to carry another problem on her back.
Once you arrived home, you silently went to your room, not wanting to wake anybody up. You plopped your things on your desk and you let yourself fall on the bed carelessly.
“What the fuck, Clay?!” You heard a deep voice complaining and you were shocked, mostly scared, for a moment. You were afraid to move, but you quickly searched for the lamp that rested on your bedside table and you turned the lights on. “Oh, it’s you (Y/N)!”
“What the hell are you doing in my room, Jeff?” You corrugated your forehead as you wondered why. You liked Jeff, but you knew that you had the right to be furious after what happened.
“Clay said that you were staying at Hannah’s!” Jeff sat up as he covered his shirtless body. “Boys can have sleepover too, duh!”
“Jeez!” You laughed even though you were annoyed. “I am sleeping on the couch downstairs then.”
“No, I am sleeping there. This is your bed and it’s not okay to let a woman sleep uncomfortably.” He ranted as he searched for his shirt and wore it soon after.
“It’s okay, Jeff. Stay here.” You flashed him a smile and you got up from your bed, ready to go out of the room.
“No!” Jeff protested. “We can share! It’s a double bed and I can sleep on one side and you on the other.”
“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow as you considered his proposal.
“Only if it’s okay with you. If not, I am sleeping on the couch.” He smiled as he scratched his nape.
“Alright, I’ll share my bed with you.” You went back on the bed and you sat on your space. “Only because I don’t want for you to be uncomfortable, okay?”
“Alright, (Y/N).” You could bet that you saw him smirking before you turned the lights off.
“No malice, Jeff!” You slapped his muscular arm and he just let out a laugh. Oh, how much you loved that laughter. “Thank my parents because they taught us that sharing is caring.”
“I’m thanking Lainie and Matt tomorrow, don’t worry.” He jokingly answered and you just giggled because of it. “Good night, (Y/N).”
“Good night, Jeff.” You smiled while you had your eyes closed. You couldn’t believe it, so you had a hard time drifting in your sleep, same for Jeff.
You were happy that you had a chance to share the bed with your ultimate crush and both knew that you would wake up hugging each other, but who cares? You both liked each other, you just had no guts to admit it and this is a great coincidence to show the affection to each other.
hi! could you rec me some life-changing (eighth year maybe) drarry fics in the range of 30-40k? thanks so much!! :)
Omg 8th year fics are my jam! The word range may kinda cut out some of my favourite fics from this list, but maybe I’ll rec them in another list later. Hope you enjoy reading these! :)
Sealed with a Kiss- by Faithwood (46k) Harry Potter will fall in love with the first person who kisses him. Draco knows what he must do. (Ah this story was so cute and lovely to read! As the summary says, Harry will fall in love with the first person who kisses him. Honestly such a fluffy and charming fic!)
A Series of Unfortunate Events - by unmonsterlike (25k) Harry Potter has a tendency to show up whenever Draco’s in trouble. Draco’s not quite sure he hates it as much as he’d like. (This fanfic had me in stitches! Draco always ends up in constant danger, and Harry always saves him just in time. Draco shows his gratitude in the best ways possible ;) Honestly though, this fic is super funny and makes me laugh whenever I think about it!)
He Was He and I Was Bunny - by bryoneybrynn (37k) Harry’s looking for an escape from everyone. Draco’s looking for a friend. A little black bunny is the answer for our boys. (Ahh this fic is one of my all time favourites! Bunny!Harry is so adorable, and I loved how Draco was able to relax and be himself around Bunny!Harry. But then the drama starts kicking in when Draco realises that the little Bunny he’s been caring for his Harry all along and arrggh, I won’t spoil anything more but this story is a must read!)
For all the marbles - by Veritaso3 (28k) Harry receives a long-lost gift when he returns to Hogwarts to finish his last year of school. Draco could be just the person to help Harry understand the gift – if the two of them can learn to talk to each other. (This is such a sweet fic! The idea of the marbles Harry receives is so charming, and Draco and Harry’s relationship is so well-written!)
Lumos - by birdsofshore (41k) Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking. (Apart from masturbating and the sex drive of angsty teenagers, this fic also has many beautiful moments of Draco and Harry’ getting to know each other, and progressively delving into a relationship that isn’t founded on sexual desire. I honestly loved this fic so much!)
The Ties That Bind Us - by Faithwood (27k) An accident leaves Draco and Harry bound tightly together. Literally. (An accident causes Draco and Harry to be bound together in ropes in a very compromising position - and they’re unable to get free. This is incredibly entertaining and funny!)
Not You Face - by khasael (26k) After an unusual late-night encounter with the Mirror of Erised, Harry finds himself with the unexpected (and rather unwanted) ability to see aspects of everyone else’s deepest desires. Harry really wishes things like this didn’t happen to him. (All thanks to the Mirror of Erised, Harry now has the unique ability to see one’s deepest deisres whenever he touches someone. But, Harry wasn’t able to see what he yearns for, that is until he touched Draco Malfoy. This fic is just so enchanting and sweet!)
No Greater Victory - by dicta_contrion (26k) Back at Hogwarts after the war, a defeated Draco Malfoy is prepared to settle for life’s simpler pleasures: snark, sex, and Slytherin scheming. That is until Pansy, newly in possession of Malfoy Manor, offers to return his ancestral home. Just one condition: he has to win, and break, Harry Potter’s heart to get it. That’s no problem. Draco’s got this situation completely under control. (I never knew one fic could hold so much fluff and angst! It’s so lovely to watch Draco and Harry’s relationship grow and develop in this story. And I loved the format it was written in as well - journal entry style is amazing!)
The Potter-Malfoy Problem - by who_la_hoop (28k) The room of requirement’s gone mad - at least, that’s what Harry thinks. There’s no way that Draco Malfoy ‘requires’ him, of all people, but why does it keep dragging Harry there like he’s some kind of furniture, every time Malfoy enters it? (Whenever Draco enters the Room of Requirement, the room magically summons Harry as well. But, the room won’t let them leave until they get along, needing more passionate “getting along” each time they’re stuck together. So good!)
Unexpected Consequences - by lauren3210 (39k) Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. (SO MUCH UST!! As punishment for his crimes in the war, Draco is bound to Harry (who grudgingly accepts))
Draco Malfoy, It’s Your Lucky Day - by Faithwood (37k) Even though he’s unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky. (A very enjoyable and entertaining fic with heaps of mystery! Harry attempting so flirt with Draco was hilarious. And Draco was endearingly delusional and utterly helpless of being honest to himself)
In plain sight - by oldenuf2nb (37k) Draco Malfoy had stopped believing his wishes would be granted long ago. He could perhaps be forgiven for being startled, then, when one of them came true. (Not gonna lie, I cried a little during the scene where the Board of Governors decided “in the best interest of Hogwarts” to close down Slytherin House - my inner Slytherin Pride weeped tears at this moment. But Draco is so sweet and lovable in this fic, and I loved every word of this story!)
Master Work - by mahaliem (35k) Harry’s eighth-year at Hogwarts is going about as well as all the others. Someone is out to get him, Aurors keep questioning him about the final battle and, worst of all, Draco is determined to repay his life debt to Harry. (Draco becomes a sort of “protector” to Harry for 10 months to repay his life debt to him. The humour in this story is brilliant, and adored it from start to finish!)
The Standard You Walk Past - by bafflinghaze (46k) On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened. (”But nothing happened” until Harry started sleep walking into Draco’s bed ;) Draco and Harry’s relationship in this fic is a perfect mix of fluff and angst, it’s absolutely perfect!)
This one’s prompt is quite long, so bare with me! So i’ve just watched the first two episode of Riverdale and i’m in love! And I saw this prompt and I really wanted to write it for Jughead Jones, which is my absolute favourite character. AND I have an announcement, REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN AND I’VE ADDED RIVERDALE TO THE LIST. Please, send in some requests, specifically for the 100 or Riverdale! Thank you!
Prompt: You’ve been stood up by your boyfriend and just when you’re about to leave after being question many times, Jughead comes and sits down. Proclaiming he’s now your date and that he’d just been caught up in traffic jokingly, and the worst date ends up being the best.
Warnings: none. only that i’ve only watched the tv show, so i’m basing this purely off Cole Sprouse’s rendition of Jughead.
This night had turned out to be the worst. It had originally been a night you’d been waiting and anticipating for for a really long time, even if it had been delayed and winded down countless time’s each time your boyfriend cancelled on you, you were still excited.
You two month anniversary, which was now closer to being three, was what you were celebrating tonight. Your two month boyfriend, Archie Andrews had promised an exciting night where it would be just the two of you and celebrate all that had happened. It was also the perfect time because it was summer, and with Archie always being so busy with his dads work, getting him alone was hard.
But then it’d been delayed. And delayed. And eventually it was after the incident with Jason, when your date was finally set to actually happen. It had turned into a dinner date at Pop’s rather than whatever Archie originally planned, but you didn’t care so much seeing as you loved the place. The milkshakes were to die for.
It felt odd celebrating after the death of someone who’d been around your age, but you told yourself you deserved it after waiting so long. And you’d been so excited, picking an appropriate but beautiful dress, and done your hair up nicely. You were practically pouncing with excitement when you’d left home.
Now, though, all that had deflated when an hour alter you still sat in Pop’s alone and with no sight of Archie. Those around you questioned you with concerned looks and Pop’s himself had come over asking if you’d like to just order without Archie or if you needed a ride home, but you refused. Trying to convince your crumbling heart that Archie hadn’t stood you up and would walk through the doors any second.
But he never did. And it hurt. So much. After weeks of being sympathetic and understanding towards him and his constant cancelling and rescheduling, you felt your heart break just a little bit more at the realization that he didn’t care for you the way you thought he had. And maybe you fooled yourself think he’d cared for you these past two (three) months.
So when Pop’s walked over, his smile of pity doing nothing but make you feel worse, you grabbed your purse. “Hello, sweetheart.” He greeted and you smile at him softly.
“Hey, Pop’s.” You greeted, waving at him. “I think i’m gonna head home, I-I…” You had to stop yourself as your voice cracked desperately, you’d amazed yourself even that you hadn’t started crying yet. “I’m sorry for holding up the table for so long.”
Pop’s smiled reassuringly. You’d known the older man for a very long time and you always appreciated his kind attitude. “No problem, Y/N. Take all the time you need.” He said, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. You grabbed your purse and moved to step out before a sudden figure sped past you and you heard a huff of breath.
Confused, you turned to see Jughead Jones sitting in the seat in front of you. His computer by his side as he smiled awkwardly at you. You blinked, not sure what he wanted. You’d never really talked to him, he always sort of stuck to himself but him and Archie were friends, or had been. And anytime you walked by him he’d given you a polite hello and a warm wave. He’d always seemed nice enough.
But this didn’t explain what he was doing now?
Pop’s wore the same baffled expression as you both looked at him expectantly. “Jughead?” You whispered and soft voice cut out, tilting your head at him waiting for him to explain.
“Sorry i’m late.” Was all he said, adding to your confusion.
“Huh?” You whispered. Hand stuck on your purse.
“The traffic was bad and I hadn’t meant to be late for out date, but I was and for that i’m sorry.” Date? You furrowed your brows, eyes narrowing in absolute confusion, not quite sure what to do.
“Son, I think you’d got this wrong.” Pop’s tried, staring at you for answers which you couldn’t give.
Jughead tore his gaze from you, turning to Pops with a dry look of amusement. “We’ll be good now. She’ll have a strawberry milkshake.” And with a final look towards you, Pop’s walked off and went to complete your order.
“Jughead?” You asked once alone, the boy turned to you. Shaking his head as a much more serious expression became over his face.
“Archie is an idiot.” He said, shaking his head. “for standing you up like this.”
You stayed silent, letting go of your purse as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. Frowning at your lap, “yeah.”
“Listen, I know we’ve never talked and your date stood you up. But I was wondering if you’d like to spend the next hour with me instead?” Jughead offered and you felt your eyes widening in shock. You’d never heard of Jughead, the outcast, inviting anyone to sit with him or hang out with him. It was undeniably sweet and you felt yourself blushing as a strawberry milkshake was placed in front of you.
Nodding thanks, you waited for Pop’s to leave before refocusing on Jughead. “Why?”
“Why are you doing this?” You asked, not understanding his intentions. No one had done something so sweet for you, not even Archie.
“I’ve seen you, you follow Archie around as he barely pays attention to.” He explained, staring into your eyes with a look that told you he knew something you didn’t. “And despite standing you up, you’ll accept his apology.”
You opened your mouth, ready to defend yourself, before you realized what he said was true. Archie had done this a few times and each time your forgave him.
“But I know what it’s like to be stood up by him, Y/N. And i know how much it can hurt. So, I thought that instead of brooding about it alone, I would brood about it with you.”
With a sudden smile, you felt your cheeks warm and you nodded. You’d never pegged Jughead as someone sweet, he wasn’t a bad guy but this side you didn’t know existed. And secretly you were glared, this was better than going home and crying, and he seemed genially sincere.
You let your lips find your milkshake and you took a sweet gulp of it, enjoying the taste before smiling up at Jughead. “Then let’s brood together.”
Remember you can now request Riverdale imagines, so please do so! Hope you enjoyed!
“Don’t bother,” he replies grimly, “I said I wasn’t interested in this. If we fucked, sorry for leading you on, if we didn’t, I don’t know why you’d want to be associated with me anyways.” And Harry wants this conversation to end right there, now that he’s said his piece, so he looks back towards Y/N and says, “These are organic grapes, no?”
The girl gets the hint, leaving with a huff and Y/N tuts her tongue at him.
“You’re so mean, Harry! What if she really liked you?”
Harry shakes his head, “She liked my cock not me.” He says apathetically, and Y/N’s face turns towards sheepish like it always does when the mere mention of his escapades comes to head (which it doesn’t often, but he knows Y/N has ears and she hears things), “‘sides, she was rude to you. I don’t like that.” He straightens out, “Did you take your medicine?”
Harry doesn’t really like people, but he likes Y/N
“can i have a draco x reader where the reader gets sick or passes out during class?? like really fluffy thanks!!!” thank you so much for your request! hope you like it!
Ever since Slughorn took over as
the new Potions professor, class has been nothing short of interesting. The
first couple of lessons were challenging since no one really knew what Slughorn
was really like, would he be as strict as Snape or are caring as Lupin had
been? You all soon found out that he was the definition of frazzled, not all
quite there, but overall he meant well. And of course, just like Snape, he had
his favorites, meaning Harry Potter. That didn’t sit well with most of the
Slytherins in the class, but you tried to ignore their nasty remarks towards
your friend but sometimes their teasing was too much and as a fellow Gryffindor
you had to defend both your friends and your house. But today you weren’t feeling
much of the fighting spirit in you, you had a terrible headache and wanted
nothing more than to be curled up in bed but alas you trudge your way to class.
You slowly made your way to your
seat, but you noticed that Lavander Brown had taken your usual seat since you
were late. Probably so she could stare at
Ron…The only available seat was next to Draco so you begrudgingly made your
way there as Harry and Hermione sent you a sad smile knowing that you were in
no mood to put up with the Slytherin Prince.
You weren’t feeling well and it
didn’t help that everyone was being extremely chatty today,
“Settle down! Settle down! Ms.
Brown, please stop making googly eyes at Mr. Weasley…As I was saying, today we
will be making a very challenging potion, the draught of peace! So, let’s get
to it!” Slughorn announced, and with that everyone stood up and headed towards
the back to grab what they needed. You weren’t surprised to see that everyone
pretty much grabbed all of the moonstone powder so you had to wait for someone
to be done with theirs so you could start.
But it looked like everyone was
taking their sweet time getting set up and actually starting the potion.
“I’m almost done adding the powder,
you can have it after it.” Draco said to you once you sat down. Were you
hallucinating or was Draco Malfoy actually being nice to you? You and Draco
never really talked, except for the cordial ‘hello,’ from time to time.
You simply nodded as you tied your
hair back, most of the class had ignited their cauldrons and the heat was
starting to get to you.
You both worked in silence and had
a system of sharing going on, you had the ingredients needed for the second
half of the potion and Draco had the beginning ones, so you would switch when
you needed to.
“Stir until the potion turns
orange, and then add more porcupine quills until the potion turns turquoise.” You
read out loud for what seemed to be the third time, the heat in the room was
becoming unbearable and you were having a hard time focusing.
“Are you alright Y/L/N?” Draco
asked you after the fourth time.
“Um, yeah, never been better,” you
said trying to sound convincing. He simply
nodded and went back to his own potion but he wasn’t the only one showing
concern for you, Hermione kept shooting you worried looks. After a few more
minutes she poured some of her potion into a vial for grading and then made her
way towards you, she was expecting a nasty remark from Draco but he simply
looked up and nodded towards you, his brow furrowed in concerned.
“Hey, I just finished mine, do you
need any help, Y/N?” she asked as she came to stand next to you.
“Hi ‘Mione, and no that’s okay, I’m
nearly finished, I just need to get add some more powdered porcupine quills and
I’ll be done.” Unbeknownst to you, Draco was listening intently to your
conversation. He noticed how quiet you were during breakfast in the Great Hall
and how you were late to most of your shared classes. He has a soft spot for
you, most of the Slytherins didn’t mess with you in fear of receiving backlash
from Draco. Ever since class started her noticed how flushed you were. He was
thankful Hermione came over to you because he knew you didn’t really trust him.
He was done with his own potion,
and Hermione was helping you out until Ron stole her away because he needed
help putting out the fire he created.
“Almost done?” he asked.
“Yeah, I just need to, to…to get a
vial and bottle it up.” You said softly, becoming more and more dizzy with every
word you spoke.
“Hey, are you okay?” He said
looking alarmed by how pale you had turned all of the sudden.
“I’m fi-” Your world turned black
before you could answer back.
You were definitely not fine.
You woke up a few hours later with
a pounding headache, you slowly opened your eyes, but promptly closed them
because of the bright lights of the infirmary. After a few minutes you tried
once again with much more success and tried to sit up but felt the room spin
out of control once again.
“Woah, take it easy there.” A voice
said next to you, soon enough your eyes met the worry ones of none other than
“What are you doing here?”
“Well after you decided to test out
if gravity, Potter and I brought you to Madame Pomfrey.” He said as he softly
pushed you back into the plush pillows.
“Where’s Harry?” you asked, not
seeing the mess of curls anywhere. Draco’s eyes flickered with something that
you’ve never seen before. It wasn’t the usual flicker of annoyance.
“Sorry, your little boyfriend had
to go to Quidditch practice. He said he would come by later.” Draco said
“He’s not my boyfriend.” You said
with the same curt tone but before he could say something else you cut him off.
“Wait, don’t you have practice as
well? Don’t Slytherins usually practice at the same time and place to piss off
“Well I skipped today.”
“The Slytherin seeker skipping out
on practice? I certainly feel honored, your team must really hate me right now.”
“Yeah, I would definitely watch out
for them if I were you.” He chuckled.
“Did you really skipped practice
“Well, I had to make sure you were
okay, I’m not as bad as Potter and Weaslbee make me out to be.” He said, his
cheeks turning a soft pink as he rubbed his neck nervously.
“Thank you, Draco.” You said
grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“You’re welcome, Y/N.” that was the
first time he called you by your first name.
“So, I was thinking, if you’re done
testing out gravity, would you like to go with me on the next Hogsmeade trip?”
“Draco Malfoy, are you asking me
out on a date?” you said, unable to fight off the smile spreading across your
“That depends, if you say yes then
yeah I am.” he said, trying to fight off the nerves with his usual debonair.
“It’s a date.” You answered smiling
softly, Draco smiled rivaled your own. You were certainly glad that you
literally fell for him today.
The funnest parts, to me at least, about being into Kpop while not(currently) speaking Korean, is looking up a song I really enjoy and finding out the lyrics and meaning the song was portraying. But one of the most interesting thing about Kpop, to me, is the ability to feel the emotions without even knowing what they’re saying. I can’t tell you how many times I end up crying over a song that is actually really up beat, then find out the lyrics were really saddening. So, here’s a list of my favorite songs(and some songs in general) that have insanely beautiful and/or meaningful lyrics. Enjoy.
Truly the ‘I am a boss ass bitch’ anthem in my mind. A a club-worthy beat, topped with lyrics screaming about self-worth and body confidence, 2NE1′s song is definitely one that makes you feel like a Queen, and damn ready to show the world your power.
I refuse to be compared I’m telling you the truth If we’re talking about my value I’m a billion dollar baby
Basically a 180 from 2NE1′s song, Toy touches on the feelings of being so low in your own thoughts and being nothing more than a toy for someone to play with until they’re bored of you, to be so consumed and desperate for love and affection, one doesn’t really care that it’s not truly love and affect their getting.
When I’m no longer useful you would secretly throw me away If only I can be remembered Even just a little bit Everything, I do it for you I’m a toy, toy
(I believe, I read this once, but can’t find the article again) The lyrics’ writer’s original meaning was towards her deceased father and wishing he was with her again, the song’s lyrics were altered a bit to fit into wishing for her former lover to be back again, and trying to overcome the breakup in a beautiful melody.
Everything finds its place and leaves You took all of me and left But like the two hands of the clock in my heart I keep lingering in the same place
The first time I read the lyrics, it honestly made my heart flutter, it was so sweet. The lyrics are full of the positive message of loving oneself and not looking for flaws that don’t exist, or simply don’t matter and just because they’re there, doesn’t make us unattractive or ugly in the slightest.
No matter how much I take you apart And look and look at you I can’t find that part of yourself That you think isn’t pretty
Topped with a very explicit video, both MV and lyrics heavily express and talk about a frustrating relationship and unwanted sexual advances, something I found really enjoyable and brave for a song seeing as there’s so many songs that have such underlying assault lyrics that it concerns me.
Fxxk U, don’t want it now I don’t wanna lay down next to you as if it’s natural Fxxk U, you know, Fxxk U I don’t wanna do it like this This isn’t how I feel
Theorized to be a goodbye song to past members, the ‘annual sad Christmas EXO song’ expresses fondness for an unseen/spoken for individual, singing words of love and adoration for someone long lost. Playing into the theory, the lyrics never indicate a significant other or female as most ‘love’ songs do, so I find myself agreeing with the song being a sad goodbye to memories made with the ex-exo members.
The way you cry, the way you smile I wonder how much they mean to me The words that I regretted when I looked back I will apologize but just listen I will sing for you, sing for you Just act casually
Lyrics that portray their emotions and thoughts after a breakup, that seems to be built on material wants, the cash, the diamonds, the pearls you spend, it’s nice to see lyrics that recognize an unhealthy relationship and although feeling the emotions of this person clinging tightly and refusing to leave them be, they stand their own and refuse to fall back into the relationship.
I barely fell asleep late at night The ringing sound wakes me up But I turn around and close my eyes
A beautiful tribute to RiSe and EunB, members of Ladies’ Code that were in a car accident and ultimately succumbed to their injuries, the song regardless of knowing the lyrics is full of such raw emotion from the mourning girls that you can’t help but cry either way.
But I won’t cry, so you won’t feel bad I’ll try living without you now No matter how much it hurts, even if tears keep coming I wanna smile, I wanna think of you and smile
I gotta be honest, I stopped watching BTS’ MVs because they make me crying instantly? I don’t know what that’s about…but never the less, lyrics of a relationship that has changed, the lose of a friend and longing for things to be remembered and erased.
Did you change? Or did I change? I hate even this moment that is passing I guess we changed I guess that’s how everything is
Though not as hard hitting in the upbeat live performance of said song, the lyrics punch you in the gut none the less. Spinning emotions of not being the idea beauty in the world of Kpop and South Korea, 2NE1′s song expresses one’s desires to be just like her, I wanna be pretty.
I think I’m ugly And nobody wants to love me Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty Don’t lie to my face tellin’ me I’m pretty
Lyrics that really punch you in the throat about how low people think of themselves, Loser spins an image of self-worth, or more or less the lack of confidence in yourself that I think everyone can relate to at some point or another.
Honestly, I’ve never fit in with the world I was always alone It’s been a long time since I’ve forgotten about love I can’t listen to hopeful love songs anymore You and me both We’re just sad clowns, tamed, and scripted
Mafia!BTS when your their s/o but you try to run away from them
I planned this on being a reaction, but… It’s quite long hehe ^^’
So It’s more like little Imagines.
He had been the leader for a long time know, always getting what he wanted and easily getting rid of anyone he wanted to get rid of. You knew what he was doing. The fact that he was a mafia boss never had effected your love for him, but you just couldn’t stand the way he killed so many people, especially since some of them were innocent. So one day, you decided to leave him, even though you knew your heart was gonna break. You still loved your loving, caring boyfriend. But you were disgusted and scared by the mafia boss and killer in him.
You had packed your suitcase, waiting for a good moment to escape. 30 minutes after Namjoon had left for work, you tried to sneak out of your appartment, unknowing that your boyfriend was already waiting for you in front of the door. He had noticed how distant you’ve been these days- and already been waiting for your try to escape.
“Well, well… Where do you wanna go with that big suitcase? Just grabbing some snacks? I’m sorry honey, but you better get back into the appartment before I’ll have to punish you.”
Since he loves you and is a very loyal person, he would listen to you explaining why you wanted to run from him. He would try to change it, but he wouldn’t let you go, never.
You had been struggling with yourself for a long time. When he was with you, Jin was the sweetest and nicest person. You had no doubt you loved him. But the thought of him, the person you loved, killing other people without mercy… It slowly ripped your heart apart.
It was the best for you to run from him and start a new life. You hadn’t seen Jin in a while and you knew exactly what he was busy with, but you had your whole escape planned out.
Everything was going well, you had reached the airport and his people were nowhere to be seen. You took a last quick glance of the airport before you walked into the plane, sighing happily. That had been easier than you were thinking! You were sitting down in your seat and making yourself comfortable, when suddenly someone sat down next to you. Your eyes widened in shock. No… how?
“Hello, sweety… You could have just told me you wanted to go on a vacation. What? Are you not going to hug me? I missed you…”
Jins people are everywhere… You should have known the taxi driver was strange.
No matter how many people he had to kill because of his job, he really loved you. He had warned you several times. You thought you were going to be strong enough, that your love was strong enough. But when you heard that the mafia had killed an innocent child, your heart dropped. Enough was enough. Little did you know that Taehyung, even though he was the leader, had nothing to do with this incident. So when he came home to a lonely house, he was shocked. Finding you wasn’t a problem, but he was deeply concerned about your feelings towards him.
He would decide to let you go. However, he would always have someone to watch over you, no matter where you were. You were hungry? Taehyung knew about that. You were eating an orange? Taehyung knew about that. He was sure you loved him and it was only a matter of time until you would come back to him.
“(Y/N)… I love you so much… We’ll meet again, I’ll just wait for you.”
Of course you knew that Jungkook was one of the most feared mafia bosses around the world. And actually, you couldn’t care less. Yes, he killed people- people who were murderers themselfes. You were sure that he wouldn’t kill innocent people, which, in fact, he didn’t. But still, he was quite busy- you hardly ever saw him and if you did, he was injured.You found yourself worrying about him every day, every hour, every second of your life.You weren’t even allowed to go out and work.
You missed your old friends and your parents so much. You had enough of being trapped in mafia.The letter you had written for Jungkook was laying on the big, lonely kitchen table. You sighed. You would miss Jungkook, his sweet smile, his dark eyes. But he didn’t seem to miss you. You left the house through the backyard, knowing there weren’t any cameras.You wanted to take the bus since he wouldn’t expect you to, it would take you to your parents house. What to do after that… ? For know, it didn’t matter.
However, once you had reached the bus stop, Jungkook was already waiting there for you. He had a wide smile on his lips, making you shudder. You knew there was no use in running away know.
“(Y/N)~~ You must be bored, I’m sorry. Maybe I should take you with me on my next trip so I can entertain you, my love…"
Since this is already very long, please let me know if I should make the same for Jimin, Suga, J-Hope! It’s my first time doing such a long reaction and I’m not really fluent in english, so please understand~~
A/N: This is my first Zach imagine and I hope that you guys like it. This is my last post until friday night, since I’ll be going back to school tomorrow. I am still writing and I can see the feedbacks and requests if there are some. I hope that you guys bear with me and I hope that you understand. Thank you so much, guys.
Peer Communications was one of the subjects you looked up to everyday and you loved it because you learnt how to behave with people and how to communicate with them. You sometimes asked for help whenever you were down and needed some advices. You also studied some psychological topics and it helped you to be more empathic towards other people.
One more thing you liked about it was the notes of encouragement bag. You could write some anonymous notes to people and put it in their bag. Its purpose was to encourage people so they would value their self-esteem and their existence in this world.
You thought that the idea was amazing and innovative, because it has been awhile since you’ve been secretly receiving love letters from someone from your class. You could admit that the person perfectly cheered you up, making you more confident whenever they would leave one in your bag, but it didn’t help you to kill your curiosity to find out who the person was.
“(Y/N), you look so pretty whenever you smile and it melts me every time I see your lips curving and with those perfect white teeth of yours exposing.” Alex read that little piece of paper with a smirk as you were talking about your secret admirer.
You two were in the library with Zach and Jessica while you were waiting for your next subject: Peer Communications.
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Jessica complimented as she took the piece of paper from Alex’s hand and read it once again, with a lower tone this time.
“It is.” You bit your lip as you tried not to smile too much because of it. “I wonder who it is.” You wouldn’t sleep sometimes because of it and, being your ultimate crush, you kind of wished that it was Zach.
“Jesus Christ, that’s too damn corny!” Zach complaint and shook his head.
“Stop being jealous, Dempsey.” You winked at him as you teased him, but you were absolutely broken hearted for his reaction. You shrugged it off since you hinted that he was having a bad day, because he just gathered his things and walked away. “Zach!” You shouted as you tried to stop him.
“Zachary Dempsey!” Jessica tried to stop him too, but he just ignored you and he got out of the library, annoyed and vexed.
“Shh!” The old and stressed librarian scolded you and you just flashed her an apologetic smile. You were embarrassed, because you got some looks from your other fellow students and you heard soft giggles from Alex.
“I’m pulling your septum ring away if you don’t stop.” You threatened him and he suddenly closed his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Just kidding, Standall!” You and Jessica then giggled silently and Alex shook his head.
“(Y/N),” Alex became serious as he looked at you, straight into your eyes. “I think he’s jealous.”
“Jealous? Who?” You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand what he was talking about.
“Jesus,” He let his face fall on his hands as he unleashed a long and deep sigh. “Zach!”
“What the fuck are you saying Alex?” You snatched a piece of paper from Alex’s hand and you started to gather your things. It was impossible that Zach was jealous, how could he? Didn’t he think that those stuffs were damn corny? “Don’t think about it that way, Mr. I jump into conclusions easily.”
“Why the fuck are these people so touchy?” Alex complaint as he looked at Jessica and pointed at you. You and Jessica both chuckled because Alex thought that you were annoyed and frustrated.
“I’m not being touchy, bro!” You defended yourself and you looked at your wrist watch for the time. “We’re going to be late if you don’t get your ass up.”
“Alright, let’s go.” They started to gather their things and you all went out of the library as you headed to your next class.
“Wait, I forgot my book!” Jessica exclaimed as she was controlling the books in her bag. “(Y/N), mind joining me?”
“Oh, sure!” You smiled at her and you were about to go away, when Alex stopped you.
“I’ll go with her, go inside the class (Y/N) and save us our seats.” Alex proposed and you just shrugged it off. They both went to Jessica’s locker and you entered your room.
“Zach?” You were surprised to see Zach and he was about to put a piece of paper inside your encouragement bag. How? You thought he never liked those stuffs.
“(Y/N)!” His eyes widened as he saw you entering the room. He didn’t expect to see you and he was frightened because you caught him. “Uhm, I- I…” He stuttered and he didn’t know what to say.
“You are my secret admirer?” You corrugated your forehead as you brought your hand to your slightly opened mouth, shocked of the revelation.
“Uhm,” He wandered around the room as he felt nervous and you could see that he was blushing. “read this.” He walked closer to you and handed you the paper, instead of putting it in your bag. He was already caught in action, why would he even escape?
“Thank you.” You shyly said as you carefully accepted the paper from his hand. You slowly opened the folded paper and you were honestly excited to read what was written in it.
Hi! How are you? I know that it’s been awhile since you started receiving love letters from me and your curiosity is killing you every time, I always see you frustrated after reading my notes. Anyway, I know that I suck at writing, but I wanted to let you know that I am liking you more and more every day. I am happy to be your friend and being just a friend is enough for me, if you don’t feel the same way. I sometimes hope that you feel or will feel the same way about me too, anyway. I am keeping my fingers crossed,
Take care always, Zach.
You silently read the short letter as the two of you stood in the middle of your classroom. You looked at Zach and you flashed him a sweet smile. Your heartbeat was getting louder and you became nervous and enthusiastically happy at the same time.
You wondered, though, why he acted strange earlier if he felt that way? Why would he be jealous, like what Alex hypothesized? Damn, look what Alex could do at you!
“Zach, you are the sweetest person ever.” He smiled at you and he pulled you into a hug.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me,” You hugged him back and you were amazed by the height difference that you both had. He was surely tall and you had to admit that you felt a little bit small. “your friendship is enough.” He murmured and you could hear in his voice that he was wishing for more.
“Zach,” You broke the hug so you could see his handsome face. “you are sweet, kind and funny. It’s not impossible to not like you back.” You honestly confessed back and you quickly saw a wide smile forming on his lips, while he fidgeted with his fingers and looking at his shoes, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.
It was true that you had a crush on him for a while now and you never had the guts to admit it because you thought that it was the boy who should do the first step. Yup, old style.
“Rosie’s tonight then?” He happily asked. “So, we can talk about it.”
“Yeah, sure!” You hyperactively nodded and he let out some soft laughs.
You and Zach stared at each other for a while and you both didn’t know what to say because the awkward atmosphere. At that moment, you hated your classmates for not coming inside the classroom until the bell rang and you hated Jessica and Alex because they were taking too much time to get the freaking damn book.
“Zach!” You suddenly blurted out as you remembered that something was bothering you. “Why did you say that those stuffs were corny if you were the one who writes them?”
“The one that Alex has read wasn’t from me.” He seemed disturbed at the thought of that little letter.
“So, you were really jealous?” You smirked as you teased him and he rolled his eyes.
“Uhm, yes,” He almost whispered as he answered your question sincerely. He looked at the ground as he tried to hide his reddish face. “because I saw that you were so happy because of it and I thought that you didn’t like me and you liked that one, instead.“ He explained and you just giggled. You didn’t know that he was that possessive and you honestly loved it. A possessive and overprotective boyfriend was what you were asking for.
“Silly!” You shook your head because he thought that you didn’t like him. “I still wonder who wrote that note though.”
“My fault!” Alex entered the classroom and winked at Zach, who was already giving him a death glare. You raised an eyebrow as you asked for explanations from that vexatious friend of yours. “I knew that he liked you and I told you that he was jealous.”
“Damn it, Standall!” Zach complaint, but Alex didn’t seem to care that much. You smiled because you understood what he tried to do and you couldn’t help but to love that idiot even more, of course, as a friend.
“Congrats!” He cheerfully teased the two of you. “By the way, I really thought that you have a really nice and perfect smile, (Y/N), and I can confirm it now.” He pointed it out as he saw you smiling widely for his actions.
You shook your head together with and stopped as soon as the bell rang. You went to your seats as the other students came inside the room. You kept on getting smirks and teasing winks from Alex, but you just threw him a crumpled paper in response.
Your favourite subject was about to start and you wanted to thank your teacher for making those bags of encouragement up. It was really a useful and a pleasant idea.
At least, it helped you to be more confident and it has got you a date for that night.
Hi there! I’m in love with your blog, and I know that there are a lot of specifically Pietro blogs, but I love your style, so I was wondering if you could do something of Pietro? Maybe it’s movie night and the reader never told anybody she liked to cuddle but Pietro kinda offers and he can’t stop staring at her and saying cute things then they fall asleep together all tangled. Idk I just need FLUFF!
A/N: I’ve changed the ‘never told anybody she liked to cuddle’ to ‘haven’t been cuddled for ages’ - I hope you still like it?
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: none, this is pure sweet fluff.
Another movie night, another rom-com on the agenda. How delightful, You thought to yourself. Everyone around you is either loved up or is having a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement. Meanwhile you’re stuck in the Avengers Tower, the rarest creature of them all - a singleton.
A/N: i wasn’t too sure about writing or posting this at first, but after thinking it over multiple times, i decided to just do it. thankyou so much to my baby @dylanobsessed for encouraging me that this was a good. i hope that by putting this out to you guys in such a way, will make you more aware of someone’s true intentions with you.
Parties had never been my thing. The idea of being almost suffocated by intoxicated bodies never really tickled my fancy. But, this was Lydia’s party and God knows she’d have my head on a stick if I didn’t attend. It was only an hour in, and I had already drunk more than intended.
You see, I hardly drink. Being seventeen and best friends with the “popular girl” would make you believe that I party and drink all the time. But I don’t. However, when I do occasionally drink, you’d think I was a forty year old alcoholic who’s husband and kids just left with his secretary.
I wasn’t planning on getting drunk this early on in the evening, but I suppose it was a pretty good job I did. I’ve been trapped in the backyard for almost forty minutes now, and I have no way of getting inside. Take the door, you may say. But, that is a little easier said than done. Mr. Theo Raeken is currently occupying the small space just by the back door, preventing anyone getting in or out.
If it was anyone else standing there, it wouldn’t be a problem. Unfortunately for me, Theo is that ex that ruined your life and you now can’t bare to be within a five mile radius of him.
The alcohol coursing through my veins managed to give me the confidence of walking past him once, but there’s no way I have it in me to pass him again. At least, not without another few drinks. I take in my surroundings, Mason hovering over the grass as he dangles his fingers down his throat in attempt to clear himself out as much as possible - I cringe at the sight - whilst others chitchat by the pool, their feet soaked as they sit at the edge.
The sky was dark as ever, the stars and moon illuminating down on us as the florescent lighting from Lydia’s kitchen pierced through the windows. It wasn’t until now that I realised my choice of revealing clothing probably wasn’t the best idea. My skin was riddled with goosebumps and I wanted nothing more that to cuddle into a blanket.
“Hey you.” A voice snaps me back to reality, as a large figure takes a seat on the brick wall beside me. I squint my eyes at them in attempt to suss out their features through the dark night, and I finally manage to see who it was. “Well hello, Stiles!” I beam happily, smiling drunkenly at the boy before me. He chuckles at my state wrapping my arm around my shoulder and shifting in his place.
I smile to myself, leaning my head on his shoulder and swigging the sweet substance in my cup. “You’re drinking for once?” Stiles laughs, poking the cup in my hands and I face him with furrowed eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask defensively. Did he think I was some good girl? I frown at the thought.
“Nothing babe, why are you freezing out here?” He asks, handing me his jacket which I gratefully accept. “There’s a snake blocking the door.” I grumble, covering my arms with the thin fabric and snuggling into it, inhaling his sweet scent that lingered onto the material. Stiles laughs at my comment, shaking his head and taking a swig of his beer.
We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the stars above us and the occasional roars of laughter from inside. “Come on,” Stiles finally speaks, standing from his seat and holding his hands out to me. I furrow my eyebrows. “I’m gonna make sure you have a good time, even if that asshole is in there.” I smile up at him, taking his hands and he pulls me up.
Stiles wraps an arm around my shoulder as I wrap one around his waist for support. He pulls me inside and pushes past masses of people, his arms never leaving my shoulder. It’s a lot warmer inside and louder too. Music was blaring from all different areas of the house and cups and bottles were scattered everywhere. Lydia will not be pleased to clear this up.
I scan my eyes over the different groups of people talking and dancing, until I land on one familiar face. Theo stood by the door, beer in hand and a smirk on his face as he conversed with a group of boys and girls I had never seen in my life. He nods at something that was said before he scans his eyes over the room, landing on me almost immediately, and his smirk falters.
I look away quickly, tugging Stiles’ shirt slightly to gain his attention. “You alright?” I nod my head, gulping loudly as I feel Theo’s hard stare burning into the side of my face. “I wanna get a drink.” Stiles nods at me, saying goodbye to someone near us and leading me toward the fridge.
I spin around, falling out of Stiles’ grasp as a drunken Mason jumps toward me. Mason was a lightweight, two beers and he’s gone. He stops in front of me, eyes low but wide with excitement. His hair was messy, shirt spotted with wet patches from where he most probably spilt his drink from jumping around too much. He was like a kid on crack.
“Mas!” I giggled, hugging him tightly as he cradles my head and sways us side to side. “Sh, it’s okay. I got you.” He slurs, causing me to pout. “Is he staring?” My question was muffled by his shirt, but he still understood, nodding his head in confirmation. I sigh loudly and pull away from him, my shoulders now slumped.
“What’s wrong?” Stiles asks, handing me another drink and returning his arm around my shoulder. “Theo keeps staring at her and it’s creeping us all out.” Mason speaks for me, wobbling slightly then giggling, which only causes me to giggle quietly too. Stiles stares at us both with an amused smile, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me and nuzzling his face into my neck.
I giggle at the gesture and spin around in his arms. wrapping mine around his neck and smiling up at him dizzily. “Wanna give Theo something to stare at?” Stiles asks huskily, a hesitant smirk on his lips which only catches my attention, causing an ache to pang between my legs.
I giggle seductively, carefully looking beside me to see Theo’s eyes boring into us, watching my every move. I smirk to myself before turning back to Stiles, staring at his lips before I reach onto my tiptoes and press my lips against his.
Stiles’ hands grab my cheeks, pulling me closer and kissing me harder. I groan against his lips, savouring the taste of sweet liquor that stained the flesh. My fingers tangle into his dark curls whilst his hands leave my face, travelling down my sides and grabbing a handful of my ass, eliciting a small moan from me that shoots from my mouth and into his.
His warm tongue licks through the seam of my lips, pushing them apart as his tongue danced against mine messily. I pull away slowly, breathing hitched with a smile on my face. I gulp away my nerves. “Is he still staring?” I ask in a shaky breath, the tip of my nose rubbing against Stiles’, our bodies still flushed against one another’s.
Stiles’ eyes trail over behind me, his smile only growing. “Oh, he’s gawking.” I snorted at his words, my body shaking with laughter, and I cling onto the back of Stiles’ shirt for support. “What do you say we get outta here?” He smirks down at me. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, staring up at him through my lashes before a smirk etches onto my lips.
I spin on my heels, hand wrapping around his and I push past multiple groups of people with Stiles waltzing behind me. My eyes meet Theo’s dark ones, and any other time, I’d be quick to look away, but instead, my gaze on him lingered, until I was out of sight and climbing up the stairs, swaying my hips more than usual - knowing Stiles would be watching my ass with his first class view.
Upstairs was a lot quieter, hardly anybody occupied the empty space, which made things a lot easier. Pulling Stiles down the longing hall with me, we finally reach Lydia’s spare bedroom and I slowly push the door open. The room was already dimly lit by the bedside lamp and moonlight that shone through the window.
In a matter of seconds, the door slammed closed and my back was pressed against it, arms pinned above my head and heavy breath fanning over my neck. I whimper at the feeling, a wetness already beginning to pool in my panties and I shift uncomfortably. “Stiles,” I pant, rubbing my thighs together in attempt to ease some of the pent up sexual frustration I had. Stiles noticed my slight movement, and jabs my legs apart with his knee, causing me to whine and him to chuckle at my vulnerable state.
“We’ve got all night baby, don’t rush.” He taunts, rubbing the tip of his nose against the skin of my neck and I audibly moan at the feeling of his hot breath against my skin. “But I don’t wanna wait.” I growl, a rush of confidence surging through me and I push him off me, watching as he stumbles back. His eyes darken in the moonlight, and I charge toward him.
Stiles crouches a little as I approach him and jump into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as our lips battle in a messy fight, tongues clashing and teeth nibbling. He spins us around, throwing me onto the large bed and tearing his shirt off his body. I stare up at him adoringly, loving the way his muscles flexed with every movement he made.
I copy his actions, ridding myself from my flimsy shirt and throwing it across the room, my nipples instantly hardening as the cool air hits them. Stiles grunts at the sight, crawling between my legs and latching his lips onto one of my hardened nubs, whilst his fingers pinched the other.
I whine in response, the fire in my stomach only growing as my back arched from the mattress. My fingers tangle within his matted locks and I pull his face from my chest, our lips just centimeters away until I press mine against his. Stiles’ hands roam down the sides of my body until his fingers loop around into the waistband of my leggings and panties. I whimper with excitement, and he pinches the fabric between his fingers, tugging the materials down my legs.
Stiles slowly crawls down my body, lips messily cashing together as he tugs off his pants and boxers, throwing them across the dark room. He carefully aligns himself at my entrance, his tip pushing through my folds as the door swung open, sharp light invading the room as drunken cheers bounced off the walls. My body froze, Stiles jumping up from me and throwing the covers over us.
“What’s going on in here?” Mason giggles, a drunken Scott and Liam following after him. “We.. were about to… take a nap.” Stiles lies, his voice squeaking slightly. I furrow my eyebrows at Scott and Liam as the begin to clamber toward the bed Stiles and I were currently naked under. “How are we gonna get away with this?” I whisper to him, curling into his side.
Scott and Liam climb into the bed with us, their legs squashing our bodies together as our toes were all in each other’s faces. My breathing quickens at the thought of someone moving the bed covered exposing our naked bodies. However my breathing immediately stops when I feel a warm hand roaming the inside of my thighs.
My eyes widen, stomach dropping and I clamp my mouth shut to conceal an oncoming moan. I turn to Stiles with a worried expression, my arousal heightening at the smirk that sat upon his lips. I clamp my thighs around his hand, causing it to move further up until it was cupping my soaked heat.
Stiles nuzzles his head in my neck, flattening his tongue against the skin and licking his way up to my ear. I release a shaky breath, clamping my bottom lip between my teeth as his hot breath ghosts over my ear. “Open your legs.” My body obeys before I could even process his raspy words, his fingers making quick work of spreading my folds and swiping his finger up my slick entrance.
“Fuck. You’re drenched baby. I just wanna taste you so bad.” I whimper at his filthy words, covering it immediately with a strangled cough, which neither Liam nor Scott seem to notice as they continue with their conversation. Stiles slowly dips his middle finger into me, curling against my walls and my back arches from the mattress at the insane amount of pleasure he was somehow conflicting on me with just one finger.
God knows what that tongue could do.
My hand travels beneath the sheets, roaming around our bodies until my hand wraps around his fully erect cock, my eyes widening once again at the feeling of his size. He hisses at the feeling, earning Scott’s attention which he quickly avoids by rubbing his forehead with his spare hand. Scott simply nods his head, understanding that Stiles had an apparent headache, then continued to converse with Liam.
Stiles picks up his pace, pumping his finger in and out of me, curling against my walls and rubbing tight circles on my clit with his thumb. His whole hand was soaked with my arousal and he only just started. I cleared my throat to disguise my strangled moans and ran my thumb across his throbbing tip; smearing the already present precum before sliding my warm hand down his shaft.
His face buried into the crook of my neck, his lips attaching to the skin and surely sucking a purple bruise that’ll be no fun hiding in a few days. I purse my lips together, eyebrows furrowing and eyes squinting as my the back of my head presses hard against the pillow, my toes curling at the sudden intensity of pleasure I was receiving.
My grip on his cock released as Stiles’ finger curled against my g-spot, my whole body breaking into a hot sweat. My hand wrapped around his wrist, squeezing tightly to tell him I was close, but he had no mercy and continued his relentless assault.
My body was on fire and my mind felt like it was about to explode at any second. The knot in my lower abdomen only grew tighter and my walls clenched around his fingers. Stiles jolted up from his position, throwing his clammy hand over my parted lips to muffle any screams I was about to muster.
I met his dark eyes as his face hovered above me, my thought clamping together and my eyebrows furrowed. Stiles knew I was about to cum at any second, so he picked up his pace, curling harder inside of me and pumping faster. “Bite me.” He mouths to me, eyes wide and demanding, so I did exactly that; his dominant side only turning me on even more.
My back arched from the mattress, my vision fading and replaced with darkness as I came on his fingers, biting what probably felt like a hole in Stiles’ hand. My body shook, oversensitive from the insane amount of pleasure that coursed through my bones, and Stiles pulled out, bringing his drenched fingers to his lips and sucking them clean.
I could’ve easily came again at the sight, as my vision was finally restored. I sat up in my place, my chest heaving and I noticed two sleeping bodies by our feet and a passed out Mason on the floor. I turn back to Stiles, watching as he redressed himself and hands me back my clothing from the floor, that somehow went unnoticed by the intoxicated teenagers.
I quickly redressed in the bed; too afraid to leave in case one of them were to wake up and see my naked body. Once I had finished fixing myself, Stiles crawled back into the bed, throwing the covers back over us and pulling me into his chest.
He presses a light kiss to my forehead, stroking my hair as I stare at the darkness of his black shirt, wondering what the fuck just happened, and what will happen from here.
Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno - Reggie Mantle x Reader Imagine
Warnings: Some swearing, some yelling
Request by @stevrgers:
hey could I request an imagine where the reader has a thing with reggie but it’s super lowkey and reggie wants to keep it that way because he wants to keep her out of the playbook (cause he really cares for her) but the reader perceives his secrecy of their relationship as him being embarrassed to be seen with her by his friends/the school and reader gets upset & reggie is torn cause he wants to tell her about the book but also doesn’t want to get in trouble by the team for exposing their secret
Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I tried to jam so much into it and it got so long (almost six pages on Word), but here you are!
hey! I love pining too.. but more so from Draco's side, I love Draco head over heels not being able to contain himself just seeing Harry. Also I need a happy-ending. Any good fics in mind?
Hey! Yes I do! Pining!Draco is another of my faves. (Here’s the Pining!Harry companion list in case anyone has missed out on that one.) @jaloesie
Drarry + pining!Draco fic recs
• And Back Again (Where You Belong) by eidheann (15k)
He thought back on their previous handshakes, and smiled faintly at the fact they always seemed to mean so much more to him than they did to Potter.
(This is so wonderfully angsty, the pining is just lovely, it really hurt me. Poor Draco gets his heart broken, and mine breaks along with his. So good.)
• The Light More Beautiful by firethesound (81k) Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him. (Oh wow, the pining in this one! Draco’s been in love with Harry for SO many years and he just can’t stop. It hurts so good. Amazing, amazing fic.)
• On A Clear Day by Sara’s Girl (41k) Draco Malfoy is waiting for his real life to begin, and it appears that he’s not the only one. Coffee, charity, and the wisdom of the elderly. (This is suuch a lovely fic! Draco starts to visit hermit!Harry and falls hopelessly in love with him, the pining is exquisite, and the writing is just excellent.)
• Whoo Knew? by oceaxe (18k) Despite having had a crush on his Auror partner for years, Draco’s been biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his case. But when Harry subscribes to a new wizarding personals service, Draco gets a wake-up call. With new each message that arrives for Harry from a hopeful suitor, it becomes more and more clear that the time to act has arrived. (AAGH this is such great pining, Draco is hurtinggg and Harry has no idea. At the same time, this fic is also has a bunch of really funny moments. Love it!)
• Stories in E Minorby huldrejenta (8.7k)
Draco has found his place in the Muggle world. He’s got his music, he’s got his neighbours and he is content. Until a certain someone from the past enters his life again.
(Beautiful writing! I love jazz musician!Draco and he’s pining so hard over Harry, it hurts. He never expects to get more than one night with him..)
• All Life is Yours to Miss by Sara’s Girl (114k) Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go. (I love this fic, Draco’s journey and development in it is the kind of thing I live for. He falls so hard for Harry, but is convinced Harry will hate him.)
• Chaos Theoryby Brief_and_Dreamy (43k)
When an ancient spell book is discovered in an abandoned vault, Harry–a Curse-Breaker–and Draco–an Unspeakable–are called in to examine it. Draco does everything in his power to resist Potter’s advances, despite his growing crush. Potter just wants sex, he assumes, and Draco doesn’t want to be used. He discovers, however, that some things aren’t within our power to control.
(I feel so protective over Draco in this fic, “soft vines of longing curled around his heart”, first pain, then pining pining pining, and then SWEETNESS.)
• Weeds or Wildflowers by lumosed_quill (17k) A perfect match, a romance for the ages, with a one hundred percent success rate! Magic Match claims they can give Draco all of this. So why do they keep sending him on dates with Harry Potter? (This fic is absolutely hilarious. I love the writing, Draco is so outraged while he’s secretly pining so hard. Exactly the kind of fic I love to read.)