walking in the hallways

In which I headcanon that “bracing shower” is a euphemism for touching yourself.  Rated E.  Spoilers for 6x18.


Killian stomped up the stairs, a pleasant tingle in his fingers and toes that made him feel heavy and tingly.

“Tingly,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head, and his hand for good measure.  He grabbed a hold of the railing when he nearly slipped on the landing, socks sliding on the slick wooden floors.

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That’s My Wife - Dean Winchester

Author: Admin C

Summary: The boys and the reader go out to the bar one night and the reader challenges some of the guys to a game of pool. Doing the game, the guys get a little touchy and the reader has a little something to say about that.

A/N: I just saw this one and this was requested weeks ago so I sincerely apologize

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“Y/N, you ready?” Dean hollered down the hallway. You walked out of the room you and Dean shared.

“Yep!” You guys walked out to the garage, got in the Impala, and headed to the local bar. You guys haven’t had a day off, so the boys decided that this would be the night.

“What can I getcha?” The perky bartender asked looking at Dean with heart eyes.

“Two beers and a smirnoff for her.” He replied, smiling down at you.

“I’m so glad I married you.”

“Right back at ya, sweetheart.” The bartender rolled her eyes as she sat the drinks down. Dean paid and handed Sammy a beer. Just then, a group of dirty and already partially drunk guys walked into the bar.”

“Anyone up for a game of pool against the undefeated?” The “leader” of the group asked. You sat my drink down and walked over to him.

“Let’s play.”

“You think you can beat me, little lady?”

“I don’t know, let’s find out.” He sat a hundred dollar bill down and I did the same. Dean walked over to you and pulled you away.

“What are you doing?”

“Dean, don’t forget that I played pool at bars every night just to get by.” He nodded and let you go.

“I’ll break.” The man said. Before you knew it, he had all but three of his balls in. Unfortunately for him, he got the cue ball in. You smiled and looked over at Dean. Ball after ball went in. You finally got to the eight ball and bent down to get a perfect shot before the man came up behind you and grabbed your waist. Dean sat down his beer. You move to the side, grabbing the back of his head and slammed it on the pool table. 

“That’s my wife!”

“You bitch!” He swung his arm to punch me, but you caught it and twisted it until you heard a snap. You pushed him to the ground, grabbed the cue stick and shot the eight ball in. You took the two hundred dollars from the table.

“Your big, scary undefeated champion just got his ass kicked by a little lady. I suggest you guys drive him to the hospital to get that arm checked out.”

You turned to Sam and Dean. Their jaws were hanging all the way to floor.

“How is my wife more badass than me?”  Dean asked and pulled you onto his lap and you just laughed

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Nightmares

Word count: 1073

Prompt: The reader is new to the Avengers but she’s fresh out of the army. She has nightmares and flashbacks, so Bucky decides to try to help her sleep.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

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Bucky heard a cry of distress from the room across the hall, your room, and he was on his feet immediately. He didn’t know you that well but he felt drawn to you somehow. You were the newest and youngest member of the Avengers and everyone was slightly overprotective of you.

Bucky walked silently across the hallway and knocked lightly on the door. There was no reply. He twisted the doorknob gently and peeked his head around the door. You were safe; from the looks of things you were having a nightmare. Bucky could relate to that.

He grabbed hold of one of your flailing arms and, perching on the edge of your bed, drew invisible patterns on your palm with the tip of his finger. Your breathing slowed and  you gradually woke up.

“Bucky?” You asked, surprised, pulling the sheets up to cover the fact that you were only wearing a thin tank top.

“You… you were having a nightmare.” Now you were awake, Bucky felt awkward and out of place in your room. “I better go.” He said, getting up and quickly moving towards the door.

“Wait.” You whispered. Bucky turned around slowly. “Stay with me?” He hesitated before nodding slightly and sitting on the edge of your bed. “You can get in the bed, Buck. I don’t bite, promise.” You scooted over and lay so you were facing him as he slipped under the sheets. You both lay in silence for a few minutes.

“So, you were in the army too, huh?” Bucky asked, looking shyly into your eyes.

“Yeah, Afghanistan. 75th Ranger Regiment.” You replied, breaking eye contact momentarily. “I was in the 1st Battalion, you know, based in Savannah. We, uh, specialised in aircraft seizures and raids.”

“The Rangers? They’re pretty much the elite though, right?”

“Yeah, I was technically the first woman they allowed in but they don’t really count me because I work for SHIELD now.” You chuckled, “So, the Howling Commandos? 107th Infantry Regiment?”

“So, you know about that then?” He asked modestly.

“Duh, everyone does. You and Steve were my idols growing up, aside from the Hydra business, of course.”

“Yeah. This is going to make me sound like an old man, but I miss those days.” Bucky chuckled.

“You don’t sound like an old man. I kinda miss my army days too.”

“It was simpler, right? There was a daily routine, we were never just sitting around with nothing to do.”

“If it’s the schedule you miss, you could start your own daily routine.” You suggested, reaching to push Bucky’s long hair out of his eyes. He froze, not used to close contact with other people. “You could really use a haircut, Buck.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I guess. I haven’t really had a real haircut since before the war.”

“I bet you were a real ladies’ man, huh?” You chuckled.

“Hey, doll, I was. Steve on the other hand.” Bucky smiled and it was the most pure, beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before. It’s cute.” You grinned.

“Cute? I’m a soldier, woman, I don’t do ‘cute’.” Bucky laughed. 

“Shush, cutie-pie. We need to try and get some sleep, promise me you’ll stay?” You almost begged.

“I promise.” Bucky whispered as he watched you shut your eyes and try to sleep. About 20 minutes passed before Bucky sighed, “You’re not sleeping, (Y/N).”

“Well, neither are you.” You muttered, eyes still closed.

“Alright, okay.” Bucky put his metal arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you closer to him. He quietly hummed a tune and ran his fingers through your hair.

“What song’s that?” You asked.

“A Russian lullaby called ‘спать’. It means ‘sleep’, so go to sleep.” Bucky responded.

You drifted off to sleep to the sound of Bucky’s humming and the sensation of his fingers through your hair.

“(Y/N)? What the…? Steve!”

You groaned pulled out of your slumber by a familiar feminine voice.

“Well would ya look at that?” Steve Rogers chuckled form your doorway, Natasha Romanoff standing next to him. Clint strolled down the hallway, looked into the room and stopped in his tracks.
“Uh… what’s going on?” He asked. You looked at Bucky lying next to you, still asleep. The whole team knew he slept like the dead.

“This, uh, this isn’t what you think.” You claimed, rubbing your eyes and running your hand through your hair. Soon, the whole team had congregated outside your room, poking fun at how Bucky Barnes was in your bed. Bucky woke up suddenly.

“This isn’t what you think,” he said, “(Y/N) had a nightmare, I was trying to help her get to sleep.”

“Trying to help her sleep, huh? Is that why you’re still in her bed?” Tony remarked.

“We’re both fully clothed, moron.” You seethed.

“(Y/N), you sleep in your panties.” Wanda commented. You got up, revealing that you were, in fact, wearing just panties and a tank top, and slammed your door. You heard Tony’s faint wolf whistle from behind the door.

“Sorry about that, Buck. I forgot I’d planned early training with Nat.” You apologised, gathering a pile of fresh clothes from your wardrobe.

“Hey, it was some morning entertainment, don’t worry.” Bucky chuckled, getting up and walking towards the door, “I better go. You need to get ready for training.”

“Bucky, wait.” You threw your clothes on your bed and grabbed Bucky’s flesh hand before he could leave. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him lightly. Bucky froze, he didn’t know how to respond. You pulled away. “Sorry, I -.”
You were cut off as Bucky dragged you back towards him and pressed his lips to yours. You hummed, pleasantly surprised. One of Bucky’s arms wound around your waist, his other hand tilting your chin up towards him. You carded the fingers of one of your hands through Bucky’s hair, your other on the back of his neck. You pushed him away when you ran out of breath, panting and chuckling peacefully.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Bucky smiled, combing his fingers through your hair. “I need to go, you should get ready for training.”

“Yeah, I’ll come find you later, Buck.” You grinned, pecking him on the cheek before he slipped out the door. You could hear him talking quietly to Steve outside your door, and you beamed: you couldn’t wait until training had finished.

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Anon asked: Hello :) Can I make a request? B.A.P reaction to their s/o cuddling them when they’re tired? Thank you ☺️ Take as long as you need 😊


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Bang Yongguk:

After a long night at work, you tiredly walked down the hallway, making sure to be quiet so that way you wouldn’t wake up your loving boyfriend. You quietly peeked through your shared bedroom and saw your boyfriend, Yongguk, lying down peacefully with Tigger cuddled up next to him. You playfully gasped, earning Yongguk’s attention as you placed your purse down on your office chair. Yongguk calmly yet happily greeted you as you took off your shoes. You flopped down on the bed and then politely shooed Tigger. “Why did you do that, baby?” Instead of answering, you simply wrapped your arms around his torso and tucked your head underneath his chin. You found yourself drifting off to dream world and the sounds of Yongguk’s low chuckle was the last thing you heard. “We got to work on you overworking babe.” 

Originally posted by korydweninterim

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  • Bendy: *points vaguely off the page* Try that door over there.
  • Henry: *points with the hand holding the page as he's walking down the hallway* that one?
  • Bendy: No, *points in another direction* That one!
  • Henry: *points across the hall* that one.
  • Bendy: No!
  • Henry: *keeps walking*
  • Bendy: You just passed it!! Can't you see where I'm pointing?!?
  • Henry: Bendy you're literally pointing at the wall.
  • Bendy: I CAN'T HELP BEING TWO DIMENSIONAL HENRY NOW CHECK THE HECKIN DOOR
Come Back (Park Jinyoung)

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung


HighSchooAU!Jinyoung

Word Count: 680

Genre: Angst, Drama

“I swear I’ll score higher.”

You quickly walked down the hallway of your high school down to your AP chemistry class, clutching your books in your arms as you raced the bell. You reached the door, flinging it open and sitting down, only to find there were only a few other students in the class. You sat next to a boy with black hair and a large navy cardigan who was already reading the textbook, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

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anonymous asked:

You did a scenario of Empurata sparkling breaking one of rung models, could you do a scenario of Empurata sparkling making rung a new model with ten. It just super messy because there working with claws and sparkling just covered in paint and craft stuff too. (I got another idea I'm gonna send in, I hope I don't annoy you. )

Sparkling couldn’t replace the model they broke but they could give him something new. They new who exactly to ask too. The big nice bot that makes them figurines of the Lost Light crew;Ten. At least that’s want Sparkling thought it was. Ten agreed well he said “Ten!” very enthusiastically. 

It took a long time and didn’t turn out right but the Sparkling was proud if it. Ten was happy that the sparkling was happy. The Legislator wave Sparkling off as they ran into the hallway. ‘Bots paused there walking to watch the sparkling go down the hall. They reached Rung’s office just as Fortress Maximus was leaving, Sparkling slipped in before the door closed from Maximus’ departure.

They swiftly made their way over to Rung tapping his pede scaring him in the process. He place his servo over his spark-chamber chuckling at himself. The therapist bent down and picked Sparkling up. “When did you get in here?” Rung asked. Sparkling shoved their gift into Rung’s free servo. “What’s this?” Rug question again looking over the gift then noticing that it was a crude model of the Lost Light. He smiles looking at you with another chuckle, “Looks like you painted yourself more than this.” He place the ship on his desk when remove a metal tool that was stuck onto you by the paint. “Lets get you clean,” the mech chimes walking out with Sparkling on his hip.

Fortress Maximus asks about the new model ship on his shelf the next appointment he has.

→ nudes, not flowers (pt. 2)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

genre → smut, fuckboi!au

warnings  → … voyeurism + exhibitionism, dom!junghope, power play?, dirty talk!!!, jealousy, demeaning names during sex, the threesome, & probably other warnings byE 

word count   → 10.4k 

☆ summary   →  you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines – but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps

→  pt i | pt ii (final) 

☆ a/n   → okay…so… this is just porn, but if you squint, there’s kind of a plot. you should probably start with pt 1 if you haven’t already!! 
+ shout out to the mutuals who encouraged the filth fest in this part esp @gxtsmxt @itsrainingmin !! we can have a prayer circle later to cleanse our souls
+ also tomorrow is my one month anniversary on tumblr :’)) thank you so much for all the love i’ve received this past month  ♡

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Clingy

Note: If this sucks or is too short, I apologize! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME! Thank you for the request, sweets! .c

Request: the boys tease bucky over him being a clingy and protective boyfriend pls :)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid



Ever since you became a couple, or even started liking each other, Bucky was always by your side. Everyone in the Avengers tower knew that if they needed to know where you or Bucky were, they’d always find you two together. If Bucky wasn’t jumping in front of a bullet for you, he was snuggling so close to you, you could feel his heart thudding against his chest. You loved being with Bucky as much as he loved being with you.

Bucky was searching all throughout the tower for you, his eyebrows creased and his eyes speedily scanning around every room he walked into. You weren’t in bed with him when he woke up and it was making him nervous. He needed to be around you at all times, or else he feels like you’re in some sort of danger. The guys on the team always tease him and say he’s clingy and overprotective. Bucky always shrugged them off and said he’s neither of those, but deep down, he knew it was probably true. But he didn’t care and neither did you.

You were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast and laughing as Wanda taught Vision how to make pancakes from scratch. It wasn’t the most easiest thing to learn when you can’t even eat the food. You shook your head as you giggled, watching Vision send you a confused glance. And possibly a silent cry for help.

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders, the left one feeling cold. You smiled and leaned against Bucky’s chest, patting his forearms resting on you. “Morning, handsome.” You said softly with a smile. His face nuzzled in your neck and he inhaled your light scent of body wash. “You weren’t in bed.” He muttered sleepily, swaying against you.

You frowned slightly and nodded. “I know, I wanted you to sleep in a little.” You replied, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. He sighed and moved his arms to slither around your waist, pulling you even closer. Before he could reply, you heard chuckles coming from the kitchen table.

“Bucky, you’re so clingy.” Sam said with a head shake as he stuffed his mouth with food. You rolled your eyes at the way he was eating like an animal. “He is not.” You defended Bucky, hearing him whimper against you.

“He kind of is.” Clint added as he poured himself a third glass of milk. Tony snatched the jug from Clint’s hand just as he finished pouring it and angrily looked at him. “Wanna buy yourself a cow to keep around or buy a jug every two days?” Tony snapped at Clint, screwing the cap back on.

Clint rolled his eyes and moved back to the kitchen table, a few laughs sounding through the room. Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, pulling you further against him. You were on a stool at the kitchen island, so your whole back was pressed against Bucky, not an inch of space between the two of you.

“Tony, tell Spam and Clit that Bucky isn’t clingy.” You said as you took a bite of your own food. Steve snorted at the silly nicknames and you heard Nat laughing into her hand, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. You could feel the chuckle vibrating against your back from Bucky. The two men glared at you and you shrugged at them.

“No, he’s most definitely clingy.” Tony stated with a cocky grin. You groaned and rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Bucky sighed against you and hid his face in your shoulder again. “Am not.” He sleepily chimed in. 

You noticed Sam looking at Clint, the two grinning mischievously. “Don’t.” Steve warned, raising an eyebrow, pointing his spoon at the two trouble makers. He already knew what was about to happen.

But it was too late. The two had set their plan in motion. “So, Y/N, I was thinking we could train together later.” Sam said as he took a sip of his orange juice, his playful gaze set on the brooding and intimidating man behind you.

Bucky’s head shot up and his eyes landed on Sam. “She most certainly will not. She only trains with me so I know she’s not getting hurt.” Bucky said with a much rougher tone. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and you sighed, finding it ridiculous how they were pushing Bucky.

The three men laughed together at Bucky’s reaction. “And overprotective too!” Tony piped, holding his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. Your mouth was hanging open, you were so shocked. “Enough! He isn’t clingy! And his protectiveness isn’t even that bad!” You defended Bucky once again. You hopped off of your stool and pulled Bucky along to your bedroom, leaving the others behind.

You sighed as you stepped into your room and Bucky was silent, his hand slipping out of yours. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered softly, so much so, you almost didn’t hear it. You turned to face Bucky and gasped. “Do not apologize! Bucky, they’re just-just being idiots.” You groaned, walking up to Bucky.

Your arms slithered around his waist and his hands held your cheeks. “I just like having you with me.” Bucky said quietly, his blue eyes looking back and forth between yours. You smiled and leaned up on your toes to give him a kiss.

“Next time they tease you, it will be the last time.”


You were currently washing the dishes. Bucky was leaning against the counter beside you, his arms crossed and his shoe nudged against your sock covered foot. The small contact made you giddy inside. Bucky had a small smile on his face as he watched you clean the dishes. He offered to help but you insisted on doing them yourself.

“You don’t have to sit here and be bored, baby.” You said as you rinsed off a plate, the suds sliding off. Bucky shook his head quickly, his dark hair framing his face. “No, I wanna be beside you.” Bucky said, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and giggled, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You sighed lightly and smiled up at Bucky. “Okie dokie.” You hummed before going back to washing the dishes. Bucky visibly tensed when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. He was always alert around you, not wanting anyone to hurt you. But when he saw who it was, he still didn’t relax.

“Why are you hovering over her like that?” Clint asked Bucky, his eyebrow quirked in an amused way. Bucky’s shoe moved from your foot and you turned around, keeping your soapy wet hands in the sink. “He wants to. Now get out.” You snapped, turning back to your task.

Bucky sighed and tapped his metal fingers against the counter. “No, no. It’s alright, I should go work out anyways.” He said lowly, pressing a kiss to your head before walking away. You wanted to go after him, but instead, you turned your attention to Sam and Clint after drying your hands with a towel.

“You two better stop teasing him about this. After everything he’s been through, I’d rather him be clingy than distant. Which is what he’s doing now because you two won’t leave him alone!” You shouted as you threw the towel at Sam’s face. He caught it just in time and creased his eyebrows at you.

“We’re only joking, Y/N.” Sam said as he tossed the towel to the kitchen island. You scoffed. “It’s not funny! Either you two stop it or I’ll make your lives miserable!” You seethed at the two, smacking their arms. 

Clint shouted dramatically and Sam stared at you shocked, holding his arm. “Fine!” Sam shouted, walking out of the kitchen. Clint was mumbling to himself as he followed Sam and you rolled your eyes.

You were tired of them making Bucky feel like he was a burden. It hurt you just as much as it hurt Bucky. He was the sweetest thing and you knew you brought him comfort just as he brought you comfort. So what if he was clingy and protective over you?

You stepped out after the elevator doors opened on the gym floor, and you walked down the hallway to the gym doors. Bucky was sitting on the weight bench, lifting a weight with his flesh hand, his bicep flexing as he lifted. His eyes were focused on the mat, sweat already trickling down his forehead. You slowly approached him and stood in front of him.

“They won’t mess with you anymore.” You said softly, watching Bucky continue to lift the weight. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “They’re right.” He grunted, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You frowned and shook your head. “No, they’re not. Bucky, I’d rather you be clingy than distant.” You stepped closer to him, resting your hand on his that held the weight.

Bucky set it down on the mat and sighed, wiping his hand on his sweats. “Y/N, I could back off sometimes. ” He replied sadly, his blue eyes moving from yours to his shoes. You lifted your hands to his cheeks, making him look at you, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Bucky, I would die if I went five minutes without being with you.” You whispered, wiping his hair off of his sticky forehead. His heart fluttered as your fingertips outlined his jaw.

His hands rested on your hips and he gave you a small smile, lightly squeezing you. “Don’t go dyin’ on me, Doll. I love you too much.” Bucky said, making you blush like before. You giggled and Bucky hummed at the sound, pulling you closer to him. You straddled his lap and gently pressed your lips to his. Bucky’s hands held you closer than ever, your chests pressed against each others, your breath mingling together, hands grasping at one another.

You pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, leaning your forehead on Bucky’s. “I love you too, Bucky. You’re not clingy, I promise.” You said softly, playing with his hair. He nodded, gently grazing his nose back and forth against yours. “Overprotective?” He questioned softly as he squeezed you again.

You shook your head and laughed softly. “Not at all. But, you don’t have to take every bullet for me.” You said with a quirked eyebrow. Bucky pulled away from you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I can’t risk losing you.” Bucky mumbled, his metal thumb pressing into the skin of your waist. “You won’t.” You said, resting your hand on Bucky’s cheek.

Bucky sighed and pulled you in for a hug, his arms holding onto you so tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. “You’re stuck with me.” You added with a giggle. You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. “I’m fine with that.” Bucky said with a wide smile.

Note: honestly, i’m so sorry this sucks. omfg. .c

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Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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Draco Malfoy Crush Headcanons

Masterlist


Gryffindor Reader

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


- Omg people would totally ship you two as the love/hate relationship and/or the sexual tension relationship

- Cliche, but start off as total rivals

- If you played Quiddich you would make it your top priority to always distract Draco

- Shameless teasing tho??

- “Hey Malfoy, nice ass”

- ///blushblushblush “Excuse me?!”

- “You heard me!”

- Shameless catcalling purposely in front of everyone including Snape and his friends

- But one day you are genuinely upset and on the verge of tears but you, being stubborn, refuse to cry in front of him

- “Didn’t you hear me?! Go away, Malfoy!”

- Offers you a handkerchief, an awkward hug, and sweets

- A messy, tear stained and shaky smile

- “Since when did you go soft, Malfoy?”

- “I should be asking you the same thing, (Last Name)

- So obviously you two are pretty close friends now

- He can basically trust you with anything so he comes to you when he has problems

- But both of you are extremely stubborn so usually the other person will have to confront the other about their notice in their change of attitude

- You having to confess first

- He’d totally try to confess but end up getting too nervous and backing away

- “Hey Malfoy, you be interested in going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

-//smirksmirk “You wouldn’t be asking me out, would you?”

-”Pffftttt as if????”

- You totally were asking him out

- He said yes in the most teasing way with a signature smirk

- You were very proud of your relationship because there was no denying Draco was just hot

- But like he was a complete sweetie

- If you were sick he would always freak out and if he saw you were struggling in classes he would discreetly leave you his study notes in the most unexpected ways like “accidentally” mixing his 100% amazing notes up with your slightly pitiful ones

- And ugh he was just an amazing partner to have???


Slytherin Reader

Originally posted by tisbaylee


- Not gonna lie you two were already friends

- Like you would gang up on people you shared a hatred for always

- Sometimes people would even avoid you two in fear of being completely roasted™

- It was like “o shit here they come rUN BITCH RUN N Y O O M

 - But no seriously you two would diss whoever and whatever if they got on your nerves 

- And obviously he would ask you to the Yule Ball

-“You’re asking me, Malfoy…?”

-“Of course. Who else would I ask? Parkinson?”

- And like whenever the two of you would enter the ballroom all eyes would immediately just turn to you two

- Because lets face it, the two of you could stop traffic 

- You would both sneak off after some stuff had died down in a dark and empty corridor 

- The two of you would just be chatting by a windowsill whenever out of nowhere he would just kiss you

- You were like talking about class or something and he would just press his lips against yours

- And you just melted

- Because you could feel how shaky and nervous he was

- But he was so gentle

- And omg you cuties

- Tbh no one is surprised when you enter the Great Hall hand in hand

- Blaise catcalls

- Pansy snarls

- Crabbe and Goyle don’t really care 

- But you and Draco are too absorbed in the little world that has formed around you to notice

Ravenclaw Reader

Originally posted by lovershub

 

- The only reason he knew you is because you were the person who always just happened to score one or two points above him on every. single. assignment.

- Like he would be bragging in class about his grades when the teacher would speak up like 

-“Obviously I have the best test scores in here but that’s not surprise—“

-“aCTUALLY Mister Malfoy, Miss (Name) (Last Name) scored just one point above you…! So you’re wrong lol”

- And he would just be appalled

- And then he would basically track you down and discreetly ask about studying techniques

- And you’d just be like “So Mister “I scored one less point than someone” wants to hear about my studying techniques? I don’t think so, Second Place.”

- He’d do an unintentional dramatic gasp and like press an offended hand to his chest

- And you’d just walk away with the most smug smirk ever

- After that incident he’d badmouth you almost as much as he badmouthed Potter

- Almost

- Because after doing some “researching” (snooping) and learning more about you from observations and sources he’d find out that you’re actually really intriguing 

- And he might have had the smallest, tiniest crush on you

 - But he’d deny it of course

-the little bastard

- But like he actually finds the small things you do entertaining

- For example, he might have ‘accidentally’ showed up at the library every day you did and just happen to notice how you would play with your hair or doodle whenever you studied 

- One day, he discreetly bumped into you playing it off as he was too busy reading

- You decided not to tell him that his book was upside down

-“Oh, watch where you’re going… Anyways, if you’re here, mind helping me with this subject?”

-“Draco Malfoy? Asking for help? Who would have known?”

- But you did end up helping him 

- And after taking multiple deep breaths, he finally got the courage to ask you out

- And you told him “maybe if you can score higher than me on the next potions test”

-gUESS WHO STUDIED THEIR ASS OFF

-MALFOY DID


 Hufflepuff Reader

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 - Tbh he had no idea who you were

 - And honestly he didn’t even care

- But that all changed when this happened

- So you were focusing on anything other than him while walking down the hallway,

- And accidentally you bump into him

- All of your stuff falls to the ground

- And he just shoots you a nasty glare and continues walking

- You are simply picking up your things when you hear “Lousy Hufflepuffs. Can’t do anything. No wonder that Diggory died. As if a Hufflepuff is brave enough to enter that tournament and come out alive.”

- You stop dead in your tracks. “What did you just say..?”

- He turns back to you with a scoff 

- You run up in front of him and get in his face. “What the hell did you just say?! Tell me!” 

-”I said that all of you Hufflepuffs are weak and pathetic. Diggory never had what it took to enter the-”

- But he was cut off by a punch to the face. His nose was bleeding

-”Don’t you ever start saying shit like that when you, yourself, will never be better than Cedric! At his worst, he is still better than you at your best. Maybe you should think about this before speaking unless you want to be bloodied by a “lousy” Hufflepuff again.”

- He is left in sh o ck

- From then on, whenever he sees you his entire face goes red and he hides himself

- Because maybe your courage and great left hook made him form a crush

-somehow

- He leaves a note on your desk which is from “your secret admirer” (cause he’s cheesy like that) telling you to meet him outside at night

- Your first reaction when you see him is not a positive one

- He explains that he only said that about Diggory is because he tries to look impressive in front of his friends (Which isn’t a lie) and that he sincerely apologizes and mourns for your House’s loss

- After some coaxing, he is forgiven 

- You sit and chat for a while and you are pleasantly surprised when you find out he’s actually pretty cool

-At the end of the night, he asks you on a date

- And with a hesitant yet bright smile, you accept

His Control (M)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,942

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Description: After showing off to his friends what he could do more push-ups than them, you felt like he was going overboard with his competitive side. Ignoring him for a couple weeks, made a new side of him come out.

Warning: Dom!Kook, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink and Orgasm Denial

A/N: I made a bet in a group chat that I wouldn’t say anything sexual about Jungkook for a month. I won but during that month, I would type out how a felt about this “unnamed guy” aka Jungkook. So, after the month was up, I decided to change all the ‘He’s to Jungkook. The beginning is kind of based on Episode 12 of Run BTS. I can’t believe I wrote all of this filth. Well, looks like I’m going to hell after this. Also, I didn’t edit it. So, if there’s any mistakes. I’m sorry


Whenever he walked over to you, there would be a huge smile on his face. It would have seemed as if he won the lottery or if he found out something interesting that he was ready to tell you about. Jungkook’s smile made you feel like you were stuck in a trance and everything around you was moving slowly. Whenever you looked into his considerably large eyes, it would feel as if it was only you and him in the world. He had that effect on you and you never knew it. He had his days where he would annoy you to the point where you would ignore him for days on end. Especially on this particular day, he was showing off way too much and you were not having it.

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  • McGonagall: *walking down the hallways at Hogwarts*
  • *a distant explosion is heard from the potions room*
  • McGonagall: I just hope for a day where a first year doesn't blow up the classroom
imagine #22

pairing: jeff atkins x reader

characters: Jeff Atkins, Montgomery de la Cruz, Jessica Davis, Courtney Crimson, Hannah Baker, Clay Jensen, Justin Foley, Tony Padilla

warning: nonconsensual touching (butt), alcohol, a bit crying, drunken confessions. 

word count: 1,990

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Your name: submit What is this?

You were stumbling a bit as you stood in the middle of the gym and in front of one of the jocks of Liberty High, your date for the Winter Formal, Montgomery. His hand was laying way too close to your butt for your liking as the two of you swayed to the upbeat music playing, but the alcohol in your veins told you that it wasn’t anything to worry about.

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FACTS ABOUT CONNOR MURPHY (spoilers)

So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.

To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.

First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.

And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD.
Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.

First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.

Zoe

Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse victim. There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister, written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his sister and actually cared about her.

Connor’s mom, Cynthia

Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went, “welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal theory.

Connor’s dad, Larry

Connor’s dad might be one of the main sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad believed him to be a disappointment. He didn’t grieve for his dead son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this, though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I think that sums it up.

Connor Murphy

Connor was a complicated person. He had many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him, the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.

This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.

Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.

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Let Me Hold You

Warnings: none

Requested by: @wavyjassy

Request: A first time where he sneaks into your window late at night to meet you kinda thing (like maybe she calls him crying or has a nightmare)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This was such a cute idea and I had fun writing it. Feel free to send in more :)

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Eleven turns into midnight, then it’s one, and when you look at your phone again it’s four o’clock in the morning. You rub at your tired eyes, wincing at the sting that follows. 

You were exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. Tossing and turning all night you finally gave up trying. Insomnia is something you’ve dealt with since you were younger. Some nights were easier than others. Not tonight. So here you were, sitting on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest, in the dark. Just three more hours and it’ll be time for school, you think with a sigh. Alex is the only one that knows how bad it gets and he’s told you to wake him up whenever it happens. But it made you feel bad waking him up, so you didn’t. Why make him suffer, too?

      When you get to school it hits you all at once. A concerned look is on Alex’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. You feel like a zombie as you walk down the hallway to your locker. You ignore the stares you get from your fellow students. You’re sure that you look like a sleep deprived maniac. 

   “There’s my girl,” you hear from behind you. You turn, a smile tugging at your lips. It’s Jeff. “I waited for you in the- hey, whats wrong?”

          Worry fills his voice, his eyes searching over you as if he’ll find something physically wrong. “You’re pale and your eyes are red and puffy. Is everything okay? Have you been crying? Did someone-” you chuckle and cover his mouth with your hand, cutting off his frantic worry. God, he’s so adorable. It was sweet how he got worried about you.

     “I just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all,” you tell him removing your hand. “I’m okay.”

“Is it your insomnia?”

      You’re taken back by his question. How did he… “How do you know about that?” You ask, brow raised.

He shrugs. “Alex told me.”

“I’m going to kick his ass,” you mutter with a yawn.

“I want to know these things about you,” Jeff says while taking your hand in his. “You’re my baby girl, and I want to help any way I can.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck while on your tiptoes, pulling his lips down to yours.


Later that night it happens again. You lay there this time, staring at the ceiling as frustrated tears poured down your face.

There’s a tapping at your bedroom window, and for a second you think that you might be hearing things from the lack of sleep, but then you hear your name too. Confused, you roll out of bed and quietly make your way over to window. A gasp leaves your lips when you push the curtain aside and look down.

You quickly unlock the window and push it open. “Jeff,” you whisper shout. You don’t want to wake up your dad. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come up?” He shout whispers back.

       You nod and watch as uses the tree to climb up to your window. You never realized how easy it would be for someone to get to your window with that tree. How convenient. After climbing in he closes the window and locks it. Then turns to you.

“Baby,” he says softly when he sees your tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffle. “I still can’t sleep.”

“Come on,” he takes your hand in his and walks over to your bed. You watch as he kicks off his shoes then pulls his black sweater over his head. Now, you’ve seen him shirtless before but never up close. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Chiseled to perfection. How could somebody be so damn perfect? Then he’s sliding his jeans down, leaving him in a pair of black briefs. He gives you a soft tug, bringing you to his chest. “Let me hold you.”

                  He lays down first, arms open and inviting. You crawl in next to him. Nuzzling his face into your neck he began to pepper light kisses on your neck and shoulder. He moves up and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your just as breathless. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, lips brushing his as you spoke.

“Anytime you can’t sleep, call me,” he responds softly. “I’ll come hold you.”

You nod and lay your head on his chest. He begins playing with your hair, and soon you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You end up falling asleep on his chest that night. Never tossing and turning, no waking up in the middle of the night.

      As you fell asleep you told him you loved him. He wasn’t sure he heard you right, it came out so low. But you said it.

       You don’t see Jeff’s reaction because you fall asleep quickly, having a real nights sleep for the first time in days. 

Just date - Jeff Atkins x reader

Request:  Hi :) Can you do a Jeff imagine where the reader is Bestfriends with Clay and Jeff notices that and is jealous at first but then asks clay for advice on how to ask her out and he’s super nervous and scared. Can you make it really fluffy :) :)

He was not jealous. Really. He wasn’t thinking about break Clay’s neck. He was just a little… Fine, he was jealous. He just couldn’t help it. 

He and Clay were at the library, stuying for his history class, it was going well until she showed up with her funny glasses and her stupid perfect smile. She just smiled at him and then started to talk with Clay about some kind of nerd movie. She was so excited, her eyes had that cute sparkle and her voice was so sweet. And then she put his hand in Clay’s shoulders.

Fuck, that feeling in his stomach wasn’t going away. And he was sure he was looking so stupid right now. She talked a little more and then left saying a gentle “Goodbye” to him.

“Jeff?” Clay asked “Are you okey?” Yep. He was still looking at the door. 

“Are you two dating?” The words left his mouth before he had the time to think about it. Clay started to laugh. He asked again “Did I said something funny?”

“Yeah. Me and Y/N… that’s funny. She’s my best friend, since we were kids. I thought you knew” Well, that’s good. So good. The relief should have showed up in his face because Clay looked at him with a smile.

“What?”

“You like her?” Clay asked. He ignored the question and pretended to look at his book. “C’mon, Jeff. Do you like Y/N?”

“Maybe” Clay raised his eyebrows “Fine. Yes, I like Y/N. Since I was ten, actually. But she’s out of my league” Clay started to laugh really loud “What?”

“Jeff, are you crazy? Oh my god. Y/N talks about you like you are some kind of god. She has the biggest crush on you” His heart started to beat faster. Oh god. Y/N Y/L/N had a crush on him.

“Jensen” he said “If you’re playing with me I swear…”

“Yeah, yeah. You are gonna kick my ass” Clay responded “You have to ask her out, so I can stop listen about your pretty eyes”

“She says I have pretty eyes?” He couldn’t help but smile.

“The prettiest in the whole damn world” Clay said, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s go back to work”

——-

He was walking in the hallway when he noticed her, talking with Hannah Baker. Y/N was laughing with her. Damn, she looked perfect.

Fine, Clay said she was good in Chemistry he just had to ask her for help and then they will start to talk and eventually the will end up dating. Yup. That was the plan. Easy.

Hell, no. That wasn’t easy, he started to walk to them, with his heart going crazy. He was there, standing right next to them, without talking. He just froze.

“Hey, Jeff” Hannah was the first one who noticed. Y/N turned around, confused. She smiled at him.

“Hey, girls” he started. “Hannah, can I burrow your friend for a minute?” Hannah looked at him and then at Y/N.

“Sure” she smiled, walking away.

“How can I help you, Jeff?” Y/N asked, confused. Well, Jeff. It’s your time, he thought.

“Clay said you are good in chemistry and I was wondering if you, mhm, if you can, you know, help me?” Damn, his hands were shacking. 

“Sure” she said gently. “No problem, when do you want to start?” He was screaming inside but trying to keep it cool. 

“Are you free today?” she nodded. “Well, today after school? At Monet’s? I’m tired of the library”

“Yeah, me too. Monet’s then” the bell rang “I have to go, Jeff, but I’ll see you there” she smiled, starting to walk.

“Yeah, fine. It’s a date!” he was not suppose to said that “I mean, a study-date” she laughed in the middle of the hallway.

“Just date is fine for me” and then she entered to her class. 

They had a “just date”.

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