Hold Me Tight //Draco Imagine//

Requested by: maxiverse

Plot: y/n teaches Draco, her new boyfriend, the proper way to cuddle

Pairing: Reader x Draco

Warnings: none

A/n: this is really cute :) hope you like it!!


It was Friday night and I wanted nothing more than to snuggle up in the warm blankets on my bed and fall asleep. The week had dragged on, stress piling up on my shoulders day after day as more homework was assigned for each class. It felt as if I was slowly sinking deeper and deeper into a pool of quicksand and by today, Friday, the sand was reaching my face and nose making it hard to breath.

Most of the other Slytherins were out, celebrating the end of the week with some stolen firewhiskey in the dungeons. I had no interest in that. I had never been a very social person and big social gatherings were usually something I tried to avoid. So, that’s what I was planning on doing tonight.

I walked into the Slytherin common room, lazily dragging my feet towards the stairs that led to the girls dorm room. I had just passed the green couch that faced the fireplace when a voice stopped me.

“Hey Y/n.” It said and I turned towards the couch to see my boyfriend of three days. Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince.

I sighed happily before making my way over to the couch. Without a word, I collapsed onto the couch and pulled myself onto his chest, wrapping my arms around his torso and burying the side of my face into his shirt. I inhaled happily as the warmth of his body began to release some of the tension I had been hauling around all day.

A moment later and I realized something wasn’t right. I opened my eyes and looked up at Draco. His eyes were wide and his hands were raised near his head, a surprised look on his face.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked softly as I sat up.

Draco stared at me. “What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you hold me?” I questioned as I stared right back at him.

“I-I-I didn’t know you wanted me to hold you…I-I…I’ve never done this before.” Draco looked down at his lap with defeat.

I chuckled lightly. “Why didn’t you just say so. I’ll teach you.” I smiled as I laid myself back down onto his chest, my arms wrapping around his torso once more and my eyes drifting shut as I laid my cheek on his chest.

“What do I do..” Draco asked quietly. I could tell he was freaking out mentally.

“Just put your arms around me. As if you were hugging me.”

You felt one of Draco’s arms glide past my shoulder and his hand landed on my back. The other snaked its way around my waist, his other hand finding its place near the small of my back.

“Good.” I smiled into his shirt. “This is cuddling.”

“Huh.” Draco huffed. “I like this. It feels good.”

“Mmhmm.” I hummed as I grew more and more tired.

“Is this all?” Draco asked, his voice low and quiet.

“Well,” I said as I opened my eyes. “It’s done a lot of different ways. Sometimes people like it when the other person rubs their back or shoulder or plays with their hair. Some like it when the other kisses them lightly on the head or forehead, it’s pretty much just do anything that feels appropriate.” I shrugged as my eyes drifted together once again. I inhaled deeply, the scent of his cologne traveling through my nose and into my lungs where it spread throughout my body making me feel warm and happy. A smile formed on my lips as I hugged Draco’s torso tightly.

“Hmm.” I heard Draco hum. His chest vibrated with each sound he made and for some reason I found it comforting. “What fits for this moment?”

“What ever you think fits best.” I mumbled back, sleep invading my mind and making my eyelids heavy.

“Hmm.” He hummed once again.

A second later and I felt Draco’s hand slowly run up and down my back soothingly. I inhaled deeply as I relaxed more and more. A small smile tugged on the corners of my lips as I snuggled deeper into Draco’s shirt, the scent of him once again making me feel warm and comfortable. The hand he was using to massage my back stopped at my waist before I felt his body lean to one side. Without opening me eyes, I knew he had leaned against the arm of the couch. He held onto me tightly, pulling me into his body. His arms wrapped around my torso tightly and I heard him inhale deeply as well.

I fell asleep minutes later in the arms of my boyfriend of three days. And nothing had ever felt more natural.


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The complete set! Well at least these are my ships for Avatar done in this style for Valentines because I was trying to avoid homework. Everyone has their own favourites, but these are mine! (I mean what else am I to do for Valentines anyways? D: )

Also they’re all wrapped up in blankets cuz it’s cute and I was lazy (except for Mingzhan with the water cuz duh d: )

They have all also been posted individually, which I will link here!:





Finding Out - Tim Drake x Reader

Originally posted by reclhoods

Requested by Anon - a Tim x reader where the reader finds out Tim is robin and get pissed at him because they’re worried that he could be super hurt during combat  

“Tim, how did you get that bruise on your shoulder?” you asked as Tim’s shirt collar shifted to the side, revealing the huge purple and blue bruise on his shoulder. You both were sitting side by side at the dining room table in Wayne Manor, doing homework.

“What bruise?” Tim responded, adjusting his t-shirt. You glared at him. 

“This bruise,” you snapped back, standing up to pull his collar to the side to get a better look at the bruise. “Gosh, Tim. It looks like you dislocated your shoulder.”

Tim pursed his lips before shaking himself out of your grip. “I tripped and fell on my shoulder last night,” he explained, focusing on the homework in front of him to avoid your gaze. “Alfred checked it out.”

“Why are you lying to me?” you asked softly, sinking back into your chair. His eyes flew to meet yours before reaching out to grab your hand.

“I’m not lying, (Y/N),” Tim answered with the slight shake to his voice. You knew he just lied again.

“Yes, you are,” you stated, gazing at him sadly. His head dropped in shame while he let go of your hand. “What really happened to your shoulder, Tim?” He opened his mouth, but you stopped him. “And don’t you dare use the excuse that this only happened once, because you have these bruises all the time.”

Tim played with his pencil, trying to sort out his thoughts. “I…can’t tell you, (Y/N). I promised to keep it a secret,” Tim explained after a long moment. Your face softened at his words.

“Tim, are you being abused?” you whispered, gently laying a hand on his arm. His eyes widened as his eyes rose to meet yours. 

“No, no,” Tim said, staring you straight in the eye. “I’m not being abused, it’s just what I’m doing is a secret.” You looked unconvinced as Tim grabbed your hand. “I swear I’m not being abused.”

You sighed, knowing you shouldn’t let it go, but you knew you weren’t going to get anywhere with him right now. “Okay Tim,” you relented much to Tim’s obvious relief. “But you can’t keep this secret from me forever if you want us to continue this relationship.”

Tim frowned at the subtle threat in your words. You dated for almost six months now, and things had been going well. Tim loved you, even though he hadn’t told you that yet, he was sure you loved him. He didn’t want to let you go, which is why he went straight to Bruce the moment you went home for the night.

“Bruce, I need to talk to you,” Tim stated as he entered the Batcave. Bruce was in his batsuit without his cowl, typing rapidly on the batcomputer. 

“Can it wait? We have the results to the DNA test of the crime scene last night,” Bruce grumbled. “It appears the DNA matched the same sample we found at the double homicide two weeks ago. We might have a serial killer on our hands…”

“Bruce, it really can’t wait,” Tim interrupted, gulping at the look Bruce sent him. Tim knew Bruce didn’t think his love life was more important than the mission, but Tim couldn’t let this go on any longer with the threat of losing you hanging over his head.

Sighing heavily, Bruce turned away from the computer to face Tim. Tim found himself glad that Bruce didn’t have the cowl on at the moment. “What is it, Tim?”

“It’s about (Y/N),” Tim began, a blush burning to his cheeks. 

“If this is about sex, we already had this discussion, Tim,” Bruce replied uncomfortably. Tim’s face went completely red from the memory of Bruce’s ‘sex is a security risk’ talk.  

“No, it’s not about that,” Tim replied hurriedly. Bruce relaxed at his words. “I need to tell (Y/N) about Robin.”

Bruce tensed before turning back to the computer. “No,” he answered gruffly.

“But Bruce, I can’t keep this from them any longer,” Tim explained with a hint of desperation in his voice. “They thought I was being abused, and I reassured them I wasn’t, but then they said that I would need to tell them the truth eventually or they would break up with me.”

“It’s too dangerous to bring someone into this,” Bruce argued, still focusing on the computer. “You know that, Tim.”

Tim placed a hand on Bruce’s arm timidly to regain Bruce’s attention. “I love (Y/N), and to lose them over this secret-keeping will be the biggest mistake of my life. Please, Bruce.”

“No,” Bruce said firmly. “It’s a security risk.”

“Everything is a security risk, but I trust (Y/N),” Tim begged. Bruce turned his chair to face Tim again, making Tim step back. “They wouldn’t spill our secrets.”

Bruce studied Tim for a long moment. “What if they want to join our cause, Tim?”

“What?” Tim exclaimed, not understanding.

“If (Y/N) were to find out about our night life, would they feel the need to join us? You have to admit people who find out about what we do are always compelled to join our mission. Will you be willing to risk (Y/N)’s life if they do, in fact, want to become one of us?” Bruce explained as Tim’s face paled. The idea of you being out in the field terrified him, but he knew it was a chance he had to take. He would rather have you join his night life then lose you all together.

“I’m willing,” Tim answered sincerely. Bruce sighed, rubbing his eyes.

“Alright, you may tell (Y/N),” Bruce relented, turning back to the computer. A grin broke out on Tim’s face as Bruce continued. “But I don’t want the two of you hanging around the cave all the time.”

Tim did his best to hide his chuckle before responding, “Yes, sir.” Bruce sent him a no-nonsense glare.

“Get to work, we have to find out what this serial killer’s calling card is,” Bruce ordered as Tim quickly went to work. He had a slight bounce to his step for his heart was lighter with the fact you would know his biggest secret soon.

The next day, Tim and you were sitting at the dining room, working on your homework again. Though, Tim found it difficult to concentrate for you were giving him the silent treatment. He knew you were angry about yesterday, and he hoped you would forgive him once he finally found the nerve to tell you his secret.

“(Y/N), do you remember what pages we’re supposed to read?” Tim asked, tempting to start a conversation. You simply gave him a look before rolling your eyes. Grabbing your daily planner, you flipped it to today’s date before pointing at the page numbers you had written down. “Oh, thanks,” Tim said sadly as you went back to work.

You both remained in silence for a long time with you working and Tim fiddled with his pencil while taking glances at you. He couldn’t believe he was being undone by the silent treatment.  

“Okay, I can’t take it anymore,” Tim stated, standing up abruptly. You looked at him in mock surprise. He took your hand, pulling you out of your seat. “Come with me.” He dragged you out of the room, and through several hallways before you entered Bruce’s study.

You had never been in the room before, only knowing it’s location from Tim’s avoidance of it. Tim dragged you over to the grandfather clock. He fiddled with the clockface before a click echoed through the room. Your mouth dropped open when the grandfather clock slid to the side to reveal an opening behind it. Not stopping to see your reaction, Tim led you through the opening and down a stone staircase. 

His hand tightened around yours as you both turned a corner, allowing you to see the extent of the Batcave. Tim smiled when he heard you gasp. He hoped showing you would be the right way to tell you.

Keeping you moving, Tim brought you down the stairs and pushed you into the batcomputer’s chair. He disappeared into the changing room. You didn’t even notice Tim had left you as you were too busy taking in the cave. It wasn’t until your eyes rested on the rows of batsuits did you figure out where you were. You were about to call out to Tim when he stepped out of the changing room.

Dressed as Robin, Tim posed for you as your eyes took in the revelation. Your mouth dropped open with your heart skipping a beat.     

“You’re…Ro…Rob…Robin?” you stammered, rubbing your eyes to make sure you were seeing what you thought you were seeing.

“Yes,” Tim answered, biting his lip. “This is the secret I couldn’t tell you, but when you said that this might drive us apart, I knew I had to tell you.” You stood up, walking over to him. Tracing a finger along the edge of his mask, you absorbed in how his body looked in the costume. You never knew he had this much muscle.

“So, this is where the bruises come from?” you asked, eyeing his shoulder. 

Tim nodded, chuckling despite himself. “Yeah, the shoulder actually came from having to catch a woman who fell off the fifth floor of an apartment building. It really does hurt, even with the supports from the grapple gun itself…”

“I can’t believe you,” you stated, slapping him across the face as anger roared into your heart. “This isn’t something to laugh about.” Tim gasped at the strike, holding a hand to his cheek. It reddened from the impact. “You could have died out there, and I wouldn’t have known.”

“(Y/N)…,” Tim whimpered as you turned away from him. He tried to grab you hand, but you shook him off. 

“You could have been seriously injured, Tim. I seen on the news what kind of people you fight, and they could have killed you so easily,” you ranted, spinning around to face him. Tim struggled to come up with an response.

“(Y/N), I have been trained by Batman to handle those situations. Yes, I might get hurt, but that’s part of the job,” Tim argued, successfully taking your hand in his. You let him hold your hand, your heart ached from the fear of Tim getting seriously injured or killed.  

“But why do you have to do this, Tim? Don’t you know how much it would hurt me to lose you?” you whispered, your voice losing it’s edge. Tears stung your eyes, but you blinked them back.

Tim saw the distress on your face, his heart aching from being the cause of it. He squeezed your hand before guiding you back to the batcomputer’s chair. You collapsed into it while Tim knelt in front of you.  

“(Y/N), I know you fear losing me, but this is something I have to do. Gotham needs Batman and Batman needs Robin. Remember when you said you were too afraid to walk home.” You nodded as Tim took off his mask, allowing his blue eyes to meet yours. “I’m trying to change that, (Y/N). I want to make Gotham safe and the only way I can do that is by being Robin.”

You stared at him for a long moment, thinking about what he said. “Okay,” you said with a shaking breath. Tim sighed in relief as you took his face into your hands. “Just promise me you’ll stay safe.”

“I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure I come back to you,” Tim swore, escaping your hands to press a kiss to your lips. You kissed him back eagerly. After you both came up for air, Tim found himself saying the words he wanted to say for so long. “I love you.”

He froze when you looked at him with startled eyes. Time seemed to stop until a smile played upon your lips. “I love you too,” you confessed, laughing when Tim pulled you into another kiss. You could feel his relief and love through his lips.

Time passed, but the two of you didn’t notice as you were too taken with one another. You both would have stayed there forever except a rough, growling voice shook you back to reality. 

“I believe I said you were not to be hanging around in the Batcave, Robin,” Batman grumbled, suddenly appearing beside the two of you. You let out a little scream in surprise as Tim turned ten shades of red.

“Sorry, Batman,” Tim apologized before heading towards the changing room to get out of his costume. He left you with Batman, knowing if he brought you into the changing room with him, he would probably find himself sitting through another ‘sex is a security risk’ lecture.

Before he left your sight, you shared a smile with one another. Knowing that, despite the pressure his secret night life put on your relationship, everything was going to be alright.    

Hemione though..

Anyone in need of some motivation to study, i suggest you read the Prisoner of Azkaban. I have evening shift today and instead of studying I was reading Harry Potter like you do and avoiding my adult responsibilities like you do. And then I came across the part where she was up all night doing homework and what not and I was like…

I should be doing that myself…
So I closed the book and got to my questions. 

sakura063  asked:

Hajimama, i feel dead inside. Me and my girlfriend have been avoiding eachother as of late for no reason, my mom is in the hospital, and school is drowning me with endless tests and homework. I don't know what to do anymore. Please send help!

Okay, first off: Talk to your girlfriend. That’s seriously the slightest problem here. Talk to her and talk about your problems! It’s so so important! Especially now that you need emotional support! Also I really hope that your mom gets better soon. I hope she’s not too sick. And about school: Sit down for homework an hour or two a day and try to relax for the rest. Don’t stress too much. It’s all going to be fine! I hope you’ll be fine. Stay strong, I know you can do this!

Be My Tutor?

ship: bechloe
chapter: 1/?
words: 1,311
summary: Chloe needs help to not fail Biology class. Her teacher suggests Beca as her tutor. Will it work out? Chloe is a cheerleader and Beca is the alternative girl. Will they become friends or even more?


A/N: So I found my love for high school AU again and started writing one. let me know what you think :)

Beca was sitting on the grass under a tree. School had ended half an hour ago, but Beca didn’t want to go home. She didn’t have the best relationship towards her dad. She tried to avoid being at home as much as she could. So she stayed after school most days, doing her homework in her favorite spot. She could look-over everything from there, yet not everyone could see her.

She had her headphones on with one of her mixes playing and was tapping her pen on the book that was lying on her lap. She tried to focus on her Math homework. She didn’t look like it but she was actually a pretty good student. She may barely say anything in class but on tests and exams she mostly got B’s and even A’s. Not Math though, it was giving her a headache.

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Avoiding homework and feeling bored so I decided to edit some photos I had and do a little “what’s in my bag” tag…
Took these last year around Thanksgiving when I was packing to go on a weekend trip. Had a lot of school work so I was really just packing my school bag. Anyway, I labeled everything so I won’t bore you by explaining it all! :P

Other than the change in textbooks (now that it’s spring) and the updated ds system, this is basically what I travel with during the school semester. I bring a lot less around with me when I go to the library and stuff. And I usually work from home anyway.

I love how color coordinated everything is. <3 Took a long time to collect such cute stuff!
Message me if you wanna know where I got something. I don’t want to write it all out here.

Tag me if you do one of these! I love looking at them. :3

what i’m reading right now: march 2016

soo last month i made a list of new-ish fics that i’m reading right now, and think that you should too, and i said that i was planning (or rather, attempting) on doing it every month. well, this post is the result of me trying to be consistent but also avoiding my math homework: what i’m reading right now, the march 2016 edition whoooo!! let’s just take a moment to acknowledge all the people who take time out of their busy lives to write and share their work with us. 

also since i’m trash i probably don’t have enough fics on this, so if you know one that you think i should include, just message me and i’ll add it! BUT HEY AT LEAST THERE’S MORE THAN JUST HARRY ON THE LIST THIS TIME

oh and if you want, you can check out my february edition here. k im gonna stop with this terrible introduction now and get started!! this will be put under a read more, bc it’s pretty long.

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And this is what happens when I don’t have homework. Based on this imagine. 

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“Bilbo, will you braid my hair for me?” The question slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. It hadn’t been meant to sound so “implication-like”, as he would call it later on, but it had already come out, and there was no avoiding it now. 

The hobbit blinked bleakly in your direction. “You want me to what?” he squeaked when he found his voice. 

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so i was in the bathroom picking bits of fossilized cookie from the night before off my hoodie and it occurred to be how bizarre it is that eyelashes of all things became The way to automatically designate a cartoon character as female what a strange feature to pick when literally anyone can have eyelashes of any length and stranger still is my choice of topic to prattle on about to avoid doing my homework

✧ Imagine #16 → Don't cry ✧

I cancelled all of my plans with my other friends, just to wait for him. I knew he wasn’t going to call though. I just needed some hope. I rolled my eyes as I called him first. “Hello?” I heard him with a rude tone. “Hey…What are you doing?” I ask. “Oh, nothing…I mean homework.” He said quickly. I knew he was lying. “Sam, come over.” I demanded softly. “Okay.” He said hanging up. He came through my door in a matter of 10 minutes. “Hey.” I said. He didn’t look happy to see me. “What do you want?” HE asked. “Okay, what the hell did I do?” I said. “Nothing.” He said. “I obviously did something to make you avoid me.” I said waiting for him to answer. He didn’t. He sat on my bed. I stood up and stood in front of him. “Why do we always have to be together?” He asked. “Huh?” I said closing my door. “I just cant do it anymore. Be with you everyday.” He said. “What did I do though?” I repeated. “You didn’t do anything. It’s me.” He said looking at me with his dreamy eyes. I felt dizzy and confused. I didn’t want to talk to him anymore, but I wanted to talk to him forever. I sat on my knees on the floor. Tears of frustration welled in my eyes. “Why are you crying?” He asked worriedly. “Are you saying you don’t want to be friends? I don’t understand.” I sniffled. I think about all of the memories I have with Sam, the funny part was; we aren’t even dating. I always hoped to though. We’ve just been best friends for so long. “Y/N.” He said quickly crawling to me. I didn’t look up at him. “I Cant get attached to you.” He then said softly. I turned my head to him. “ you mean?” I struggled to say through tears. “I love you.” He said. I looked back at him quickly. “I had to stop myself before I went completely bat shit insane over you.” He said. He leaned in next to me as I laid my head on his shoulder. He pushed his lips against mine as he kissed me hard. I felt his warm hand against my cheek as he wiped away a tear. “Don’t cry Y/N.” He smiled.