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Imagine Draco x Reader

Draco x Reader x Slight!Daddy!Snape

“Alright Y/n your turn, just remember Riddikulus!” Professor Lupin constructed turning to me. I walked up to the cupboard as the professor opened it releasing the Boggart. I stood waiting for it to change into my worst fear. When it did change, I stood stiff, afraid of the image in front of me. There in front of me was the Boggart in the shape of Draco Malfoy himself, his smug smirk on his face. I have be afraid of him for as long as I have known him, which was a while since my father and his are friends. “Come on Miss. Y/n, say the spell and it will go away.” Lupin said with concern as I stood frozen. All the other students snickering behind me, one in particular a sad look on his face that was unnoticed to the other students and myself. I raised my wand towards the Boggart Draco and other Slytherin students that were now pointing at me and laughing. “R-r-ri-rid-d-d…” I couldn’t say the rest of the spell before I broke down crying, “DADDY HELP ME PLEASE! MAKE THEM STOP! PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP I’M SCARED!” I had screamed so loud all the students stopped snickering and stared at me shocked… well all except Pansy Parkinson who said, “What a baby crying for your daddy, and you call yourself a Slytherin, Hufflepuff more like it.” Severus Snape came running into the room towards me. He stood in front of the Boggart to shield me away from it, making it change from Draco and Slytherin students to grandpa. “RIDDIKULUS!” Dad yelled turning Boggart grandpa into a monkey. Dad turned back around to me, his hard eyes softening their gaze on my quivering form. He picked me up in his arms and held me close to his body, rocking side to side while I calmed down bit by bit. “Th-they were laughing at me daddy, I was so scared.” I cried burying my face even further into dad’s cloak. “Shhh, its fine now, they’re all gone.” Dad cooed, he was only this way with me, and he wasn’t afraid to show it either, no matter what the students or other teachers say. “Alright class let’s leave them alone for now. Miss. Y/n take the rest of the day off, I’ll talk to your other teachers for you.” Professor Lupin said as he left the room, the students following close behind. “Except you Mr. Malfoy, I’m going to need to talk to you.” Dad’s voice spoke up. He felt me tense up after hearing that. “Yes Professor?” Draco mumbled walking over towards us. I shoved my face deeper into his chest, trying to hide as much as I could. “I need you to take Y/n back to the common room. I’m afraid I must get back to my class right now and can’t do it myself.” Dad said standing up with me. “No.” I muttered softly into my dad’s cloak, he always smelt like pine trees and maple and it always, every time put me at ease no matter what situation I was in. “Yes sir.” Draco was a little hesitant now that he though I feared him, but that Boggart was just showing my fear of him rejecting that I like him and making fun of me for it. My dad left after that, leaving me and Draco alone together in the room. He took a hesitant step towards me, then since I didn’t move away, he took another step, then another one till he was right in front of me, looking down at me with sad, concerned eyes, no smirk evident on his beautiful pale face. We were betrothed to each other since we were little because our parents were friends and both in Slytherin. “Y/n, what ever I have done to scare you, I am deeply sorry, it wasn’t my intent.” Draco said softly as to not startle me. “Its not what you’ve done, you’ve done nothing wrong, its what you could do that scares me.” I explained coarsely, my throat sore from yelling for my dad. “What are you afraid of love, I’m going to need to know if its in the future since we are getting married.” Draco said cupping my face in his huge palms. For a fourteen year, old he was already well built in more places then one. “I’ve been afraid… no terrified of your rejection since we were little kids. I’ve had a crush on you since I was eight.” My blush could not have been any brighter by the time I was done telling Draco what my fear was. Suddenly I felt soft lips press against mine. My eye widened but then realisation caught up to me and I kissed him back full force with so much passion, I threw my arms around his neck as he had me jump up so that I could also wrap my legs around his waist as well. After a bit, we needed to break apart so we could breath, we rested out foreheads together panting softly, our warm breaths fanning over each other’s face. “Well then I guess I should come out with this now, I love you Y/n since the day I met you when we were four, I thought you were the most beautifulest thing in the world with your h/l h/c, and e/c eyes. You were my diamond in the rough. Always have been, always will be.” Draco explained kissing my nose softly making me giggle. “C’mon, lets get back to the common room, we can spend the rest of the day together in there.” Draco smiled setting me back down on the ground, he took my hand as he leads the way to the dungeons. We spent the day just laying on the couch, him on his back and me on his stomach, we napped until dinner time when Pansy came in the room screeching Draco’s name because she couldn’t find him anywhere and hasn’t seen him since Defence Against the Dark Arts class. She heard Snape ask him to stay behind so she just figured he was off doing something for the Professor, and soon found out how wrong she was when she saw the two asleep in each other’s arms on the couch. “DRACY, WHAT ARE YOUR DOING WITH THAT CRY BABY?! DID SNAPE PUT YOU UP TO THIS, BECAUSE I CAN GO TO HIM RIGHT NOW AND MAKE HIS STOP!?” Pansy had yelled earning a groan from Draco and me. “Quit your yelling you bloody baboon! And stop calling me that, its not my name, nor will it ever.” Draco fired at her, then turned to me kissing my lips making Pansy’s jaw drop. “Come on darling, lets go get some food, I’m starving.” Draco stood up after I got off him, he took my hand and walked out the door. I turned around back to Pansy, smirked, then stuck my tongue out at her. I had his love way before anyone else, and that’s how it would stay for the rest of our lives.

13 reasons why season 4 sucks ass

Tw: everything 

When the show first came I didn’t like any of the normal characters people would like I liked bryce, monty, and justin. But as time went on I kept liking them I kept sticking by them because they all had stuff going on in their personal lives now I know that is not an excuse for what bryce did to those girls but he truly was trying to change in season 3 he was trying to become a better person and you could see that he dropped his friendship with monty who was like a brother to him to help tyler. He tried to apoligoze to Ms.Baker he wanted to be better but the show thought hey lets kill the person that is trying to be better. 

Monty was like me in many ways struggling with his sexuality and being a bully because his life and his home life was terrible he however did not try to redeem himself he stayed the same monty that we all knew from the past seasons the one that assulted tyler with a fucking mop handle the person that kept getting into fights. But you could see the very subtle change in him when he became more and more comfortable with who he was as a gay man but then Clay fucking jensen had to go and frame monty for the murder which led to him dying in prison. 

now onto the real reason I made this post season 4 of this show that should have ended in season 2. Now we all know that clay is fucking crazy but this season they took it really far and showed us a boy who was loosing himself even more every day he kept seeing bryce and monty he knew deep down that he kept seeing them because he was guilty he was fucking guilty. The one good thing I think about this season was that we got to see tony’s struggle with trying to get his family back and we saw tony grow as a person. Alex being gay what a fucking shock its not like we could all tell from the beginning  but I am happy for him I truly am. Justin now that shit fucking hurts because he was doing so well and I could relate to him I was an addict for a few years but I got help and Became better just like him he applied for collage hell he got aceppted to collage but nope now they have to tell the collage borad or whatever that he died of AIDs and imagine how hard that must of been for Brandon flynn the actor that play’s justin he is a gay man but i do commend him for playing the part so well. 

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summary: after fighting mysterio, peter comes back to you in need of a little fixing up; both physically and mentally. stark!reader.

wc: a short, sweet, little bit teary-eyed 900

masterlist | insp.

when your phone rang and you saw peters name pop up along with his contact picture, you didn’t even hesitate to grab your phone as quick as you could, scaring sam in the process as you threw down your uno cards.

“hello?”

“hey, uh… can i get a ride?”

his voice was shaky, his breathing quick, and with no more than thirty seconds into the phone call, you could tell that something was wrong. the way that your stomach twisted with every word that left his mouth just confirmed your thoughts. 

“where are you? i’ll come get you.” 

at this point, you were looking at happy, who was already going to get the jet ready for takeoff. 

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School Shooting [S.Smythe]

Set in season four episode eighteen (04x18) where the school shooting occurs, and you’re dating Sebastian in secret.

The first shot startled everyone quiet. No one moved and Mr. Schue paused his statement.

The second was like a confirmation that what they heard wasn’t just a slam or a firecracker a football team member smuggled into the school, but a gunshot.

People in the glee club let out yelps and shrieks as they hit the ground. Ryder grabbed you and pulled you down with him. The kids in the glee club hid behind the pianos and other items in the room as Mr. Schue and Coach turned off the lights.

You pushed yourself against the wall, heart racing at an unsafe pace. Sam and Ryder were on either side of you, and you could see Artie fall out of his wheelchair and pull himself to the wall.

“Start texting your families,” Mr. Schue ordered quietly, “let them know what’s going on but don’t tell them where you are. Shooters have cell phones too.” Quickly, you grabbed your phone and started a group text with your parent(s)/legal guardian(s).

You hear footsteps as you start spamming your boyfriend with text messages. Deciding that you had to speak to him one more time, you called him. You squeezed your eyes shut as a tear fell down your face, hearing Sebastian’s voicemail.

He didn’t pick up.

“Seb, it’s me,” you whispered in the voicemail, sniffling, “Listen, there were gunshots. Someone’s in the school with a gun. I-I’m with Mr. Schue and the glee club. I don’t know what’s going on, but-”

Someone suddenly started jiggling the handle to one of the doors, causing your classmates to yelp and cower into each other. You let out a sharp gasp and curled into yourself, starting to cry harder as you forced yourself to hold your breath.

The person ran to the other door when they couldn’t get in and wiggled the doorknob. You let out a small sob, but the person quickly left back down the hall.

You let out a shaky breath. “I love you, Seb,” you whispered, crying quietly, “I don’t know if any of us are gonna get out of here. I just wanted to tell you that I love you.” You stopped th voicemail, hiding your face in your knees.

Back at Dalton, Sebastian sat in class, not noticing his phone vibrating in his pocket as he took notes and stared at the clock, counting down the twenty minutes that was left in class.

About ten minutes later, Mr. Schue got up and went to the door. “Where are you going,” you whisper-hissed, “You can’t leave!” Mr. Schue turned to you, seeing your terrified frame. “I’m going to get Britney,” he assured you, “I’ll be back.” And then he was gone, leaving you and the rest of the glee club members in the hands of Coach.

You leaned your head against the wall, fishing your phone out of your pocket. Quickly, you dialed the one other person you could think of calling, praying that he’d pick up. “Hey, Y/N,” Hunter’s voice echoed in your ear, “What’s up?”

You let out a sob as emotions filled you, relieved that you were able to talk to your best friend, but also extremely upset at the fact that this may be the last time you’d ever talk to him.

“Y/N,” Hunter asked, concern lacing his voice as he heard you cry, “What’s wrong-” You sniffled, “There’s a school shooter, Hunt.”

Hunter was silent for a couple seconds, before he spoke again. “What did you just say?” He asked. You felt the tears roll down your cheeks as your friends began to record their possibly final words and statements to their families. “Someone shot of a gun,” you cried quietly, “The entire school is on lockdown. Someone tried to get in but the doors were locked…I…”

“Oh my god,” Hunter gasped, “Sebastian’s about to get out of class. Try to stay on the line with me, okay kid? You’re gonna be fine.” You bit your palm, trying to stop a sob that wanted to so desperately rip from your throat. “I called and texted but he didn’t answer,” you told your friend, “Hunter, I’m so scared.”

There was a knock on the door and you yelped, sending Hunter into a panic on the other line. Mr. Schue, Britney, and two other students entered the room, locking the door. “Hunter-” you went to say, but your phone suddenly died, causing you to chuck your phone across the room and let another sob escape your lips.

Hunter was shouting into the phone when the line cut off, just as Sebastian walked in. “Hey man.” He greeted, unaware of anything. He threw his bag down and walked over to his friend, furrowing his eyebrows. “Dude, the phone can’t talk to you,” he joked, “Stop yelling at it.”

Hunter looked up from his phone to Sebastian, and Sebastian’s infamous smirk faltered when he saw Hunter with tears in his eyes. “Woah, Hunter, what’s wrong, man?” Sebastian asked him.

Hunter only stared at him, “There’s a shooter at McKinley.”

That’s how the two Dalton boys ended up outside William McKinley High School, behind barriers of police officers and SWAT members. Students that were able to get out were running to meet their families or hopping onto busses to get away and off to safety.

To Sebastian’s surprise, Blaine, Finn, and other alumni members of New Directions were waiting outside by the barriers. Blaine was the first to notice the two men that were out of place, being able to spot a Dalton blazer fro, a mile away.

He walked over to Sebastian and Hunter, ready to snap at them for trying something during such an awful time, but stopped himself when he saw how distraught the boys looked. Instead, he tried with a different approach.

“Hunter? Sebastian? What are you doing here?” He questioned, walking next to the blond boy. Sebastian didn’t respond, simply stared at the doors of McKinley with worry and sadness. Hunter wrapped an arm around his friend and turned his head to Blaine.

“His (girlfriend/boyfriend) is inside,” Hunter frowned, “Y/N is my best friend.” Blaine’s eyes widened at the name of his fellow glee club member, and Sebastian couldn’t find himself to give a damn that your relationship was outed. You could be dead. Blaine was the least of his worries at the moment.

“All I can think of is that voicemail,” Sebastian sniffled, “(She/He) left me a voicemail when I didn’t pick up the phone…god, (she/he) sounded so scared.”

The New Directions watched from afar as Blaine talked with the two Warblers. They were sure Blaine was giving them a piece of his mind, but were utterly confused when Blaine turned to them, shook his head, and blocked Sebastian and Hunter from their view.

“Y/N’s a fighter,” Blaine tried to reassure the boys that seemed on the edge of breaking, “I’m sure Mr. Schue is taking care of (her/him).” The three of them stared at the front doors as police officers and SWAT team members ran in and out of the school and barked orders at each other. Blaine put his hand on Sebastian’s arm, trying his best to comfort his enemy…friend?…frenemy?

It felt like hours upon hours when the captain of the SWAT team announced that the school was all clear. Moments later, students were pouring out of the doors, and even some fire escape windows, in a frantic rush. They ran down to meet their friends or family members.

Sebastian watched in panic when the flow of students began to diminish and you still weren’t in his line of sight. But then, there you were, pushing Artie out of the front doors with other members of the glee club by your side. The alumni New Directions at the barriers ran towards their members, screaming and yelling and hugging each other.

People began swarming by Sebastian and Hunter as they reunited and ran to the busses, blocking their sights on you. “Blaine!” You yelled, jumping on your good friend in a hug. Blaine hugged you before pulling away. He pointed to the barriers, were you saw a familiar pattern of Dalton blazers push past people and shout for you.

You looked to Blaine, who gave you a smile, nodding. You turned back to the two Warblers. “Sebastian!” You yelled, taking off in his direction. The name caught the ears of many people around you, but you didn’t care. There was your boyfriend and your best friend, running towards you as they shoved people out of the way.

You began pushing past people, not caring about the scene you were making or that the entire glee club was watching you. You were so close. He was yards away…feet away…just an arms length…

And suddenly, there you were, crashing into Sebastian with a cry. He held you tight, pulling you as close as he possibly could. You both broke when your skin touched, and you nestled your head in the crook of his neck as you started crying harder than you ever have.

Sebastian kept his arms locked around your body as he, too, began to cry. Hunter was by you in an instant, wrapping his arms around the both of you. The three of you embraced each other, hiccuping and sobbing and muttering “I love you,” “I missed you,” “Don’t leave me.”

You pulled back and held Hunter in a tight hug, before you reached up and pressed your lips against Sebastian’s. It was messy, fast, and desperate, as if the two of you were trying to assure yourselves that you were okay, and that everything was fine.

A swarm of blue and red blazers invaded the grounds of William McKinley High, surrounding you, Sebastian, and Hunter. The New Directions watched in shock as the Warblers panicked over you, making sure you were okay.

“Why didn’t Y/N tell us?” Finn asked, staring at you wrapped up in Sebastian’s arms. “Well, he is our arch enemy,” Puck replied, more surprised that you and Hunter were such good friends than you and Sebastian being a couple, “er, was. Still is? I dunno.”

You could hear what they were saying, being only about a yard or two away from them. You didn’t care, though, and it seemed that none of the Warblers did, either. You just clung onto Sebastian, who draped his blazer around your shoulders.

Hunter turned to the New Directions as the large group of Warblers started walking off the grounds. “We’re all going to Seb’s dorm to relax,” Hunter told them, “Do you want to come?” Rachel, Finn, and Kurt looked exceptionally surprised at this, as did all the members of the glee club.

“You want New Directions to come hang out with the Warblers,” Blaine asked in suspicion, “What’s your game here, Clarington?” Hunter sighed. “No game,” he admitted, “Y/N’s my best friend. You’re all good friends of our Y/N and it’s only fair that we have a truce right now. For Y/N.”

The New Directions looked absolutely shocked, but Blaine walked forward, “For Y/N.” He stood by Hunter, looking at his friends expectantly. Finn sighed, “For Y/N.” Marley quickly followed, then Jake, and Ryder, and Artie, and soon, the New Directions and the Warblers were laying around in Sebastian’s dorm room at Dalton, watching with small smiles as you and Sebastian slept on one another, curled up on his bed.

They could handle a truce for today, if it meant that you were happy.

those laps from kimi and pierre need to be studied, holy shit they were insane