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Shameless, pt. 9

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hello my fellow snape lovers. i think you will love this chapter. hehehehe. thats all i am saying. and you might hate mcgonagall. </3

you can thank harry styles' song 'fine line' for the ending of this chapter. oop.

thank you for reading so far and for all your kind comments, likes and reblogs! I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

i apologise in advance for any typos or anything along those lines, i suck at proofreading.

VAMOS!!

Your throat tightened as you stared at your dishevelled appearance in the dirty, old mirror that sat crookedly in your greenhouse; overgrown vines of poison ivy enveloping it, slowly reclaiming it.

"Shit..." You muttered, angling your face to gaze at the marks that Snape had so graciously left on your jaw. "For Merlin's sake..." You spun away from the mirror with a distressed huff and headed towards your cabinet in a sweep, kneeling down against the mossy tiles, searching for a herb of some sort that had healing properties. Or something along those lines. You were desperate at this point. "Dittany, dittany..." You mumbled to yourself, digging through shelves and shelves of dusty glass jars and containers. At once, your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as the sight of a worn label caught your attention. You thumbed the dust off of the yellowed and faded label, reading it aloud, "D.. di-di-an...y?" You muttered, only noticing how worn the writing really was once you pulled it out into the light. How long has this been in here...?

That has to be dittany, you thought, curious eyes scanning the long and slender, deep mossy green stem that branched out with smaller rounded leaves. You blew against the jar with a sharp breath, a ball of dust and dirt puffing up in your face. You coughed and quickly retrieved your wand, swiftly flicking it to make the heap of dust dissipate. Well, you'd certainly lacked on cleaning your cabinets during the past year, but it's not like that kind of thing had any space in your mind. It was full of... other things.

Your fingers clutched the lid of the glass jar and lifted it upwards, a gentle, spicy yet mountainous smell filling your nostrils. As you placed the lid down with a loud clack, you reached your hand into the jar to retrieve a stem of dittany. You hoped to god this would work, otherwise you'd reluctantly resort to make-up, and that would be even worse. Not that you were awful at using it, but your skintone was almost impossible to match perfectly. You padded back to the rusty mirror in your greenhouse, the richer herbal smell of the dittany invading your lungs as you held it up to your face, preparing yourself to rub it vigorously against the darkening fingertip marks upon your jaw.

"Merlin, please, let this work." You mumbled with a deep breath, pinching the dittany and beginning to massage it into your marked face. You couldn't bear to watch for fear of it not working, so you shut your eyes, avoiding your own reflection. Desperately rubbing a herb against your face to get rid of some suspicious looking marks so the man you were seeing wouldn't accuse you of seeing someone else? Yes, that's you. Dedicated clown.

Hesitantly, you wrenched open your eyes. From what you saw, the herb had done nothing but give you a red rash, in fact, it actually highlighted the purpling bruises. You wanted to launch a rock through a window. Why couldn't Snape just keep his hands off of you? Why did he always resort to touching you? Not that you were complaining- well, actually, this time you were. His reckless actions were going to get you in trouble, but you couldn't exactly blame him. You hadn't told anyone that you were seeing the infamous Benjamin Bluewater. So why wouldn't he... grab your jaw in a fit of rage? Speaking of this, you hadn't really discussed a label with Ben, though, sometimes, he made you think that he wasn't particularly interested in putting a label on your relationship. It didn't bother you, but you'd prefer to know what you were. Were you exclusive? Not exclusive? Was he dating or seeing other people?

What really piqued your interest was what Snape would think of you dating Bluewater. He despised that boy with a burning passion. He'd probably lose a lot of respect for you, surely? But Ben had changed, you'd seen it for yourself.

"Hagrid, tell me that you didn't willingly let the students approach Buckbeak without proper guidance..." You sighed deeply, perched on a felled tree stump as you watched the half-giant-half-man gather some herbs from his personal garden. As the day had progressed onwards, the marks that littered your skin had died down a little, so much so that Hagrid hadn't noticed. Perhaps the dittany did help?

"Am tellin' ya, Y/N, the boy didn't listen!" Hagrid exclaimed, quite clearly stressed. He picked and pulled at the luscious shrubs rather aggressively, placing the stems and leaves into a wicker basket he was holding in his opposite hand. "I told 'im ta' stop!" He continued, his voice strained and panicking. Hagrid stood straight for a moment, his head shaking in a quick back and forth motion. "T-They're gonna want to 'ave Buckbeak slain, I tell ya," he stuttered, "they won't let this go! I'll lose me job too, Y/N!" His voice went up an octave as he glanced at you, his eyes glossed with fear. Hagrid truly cared for his animals deeply, and it pained you to see him so distressed over an accident.

"Hagrid, it'll be alright, I-"

"Y/N," Hagrid interrupted you, a stern look adopted his worn features. You instantly shut your mouth. "This is the Malfoy's we're talkin' abou'. They don't care for nothin', n' they ain't care for anyone but themselves." He finished, turning to look at his hut for a moment, big and grey clouds were starting to push their way across the dim blue sky.

"So... there's no other way? Buckbeak will be killed...?" You asked hesitantly, a lump forming in your throat as the thought of the silver hippogriff slipped into your mind. Hagrid was right, Buckbeak didn't deserve this. But what could you do? You were powerless.

Hagrid only nodded at you gravely, averting his eyes back to the garden in front of him, sucking in his bottom lip as if to stop the tears that had formed in his eyes from falling. You quickly rushed from your tree stump to Hagrid, wrapping your arms around him as much as you could. In this very moment, all you could offer the man was comfort. And so you did.

"It'll be alright, Hagrid." You mumbled against his musky smelling, tatty brown jacket, pressing the side of your face into his large, protruding stomach. A sharp inhale of air sounded from above, and you knew he was sobbing now. "It's okay." You whispered with glossy eyes, leaning back to glance up at Hagrid as he stared sorrowfully at the ground; his big, brown eyes wet with regretful tears. Gods, this was breaking your heart.

"He don't deserve this, Y/N!" Hagrid cried, his gigantic hands rushing to clutch you against his shaking body as he sobbed. "He don't, he's a good boy, he is." He muttered through broken cries. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from breaking down into sobs too. As much as you wanted to cry with Hagrid, you wanted to be strong for him - like he was when you came running, crying hysterically because of... Severus.

It felt weird to use his first name. You hadn't used it since... you couldn't even remember when. You only called him Snape now, and it hurt you to do so.

A couple days had passed by since your incident with Snape, and he had found himself lurking in your greenhouse, sneakily searching for ingredients for his upcoming future classes. The screech of an owl hooked Snape's nose up and away from your cabinets and to the door of your greenhouse. He ducked, cursing, as a Spectacled Owl swooped over his head, the sweep of it's wings making Snape's raven-black hair fly outwards. He watched as it dropped a rather beautiful bouquet of flowers on your desk with a muffled thud, proceeding to fly out of an open ceiling window and perch itself on a tree branch to the right of it. The owl hooted as it watched Snape curiously with big, beady eyes. The Potions Master observed it for several seconds, his eyes narrowing inquisitively. Once he deemed it safe to move, Snape shuffled towards the bouquet, his eyes instantly finding a note attached. He slowly shifted his fingers towards it, opening the folded piece of parchment. His brows furrowed as it read:

Dearest Y/N,

I hope these stunning flowers find you well, the moment I saw them, they instantly reminded me of you, and I had to have them.

Since the day we parted from each other, you have not left my mind. You have ensorcelled me. Enchanted and charmed me. The sweet sound of your perfect laugh lives in my mind, and Merlin, how I miss the way that your smile bewitched my heart each time I had the honour of laying my blessed eyes upon it. 

I do hope Hogwarts is treating you well. If it isn't, you know where to find me.

B.B x

Snape's stomach instantly twisted into a painful, egregious knot as his eyes continuously scanned over the sentimental note. You were seeing someone? Since when? More importantly, who was 'B.B'? Was it serious? It seemed to be, from Snape's basic knowledge of flowers, he knew they were high-quality, expensive ones. The thick, shiny material they were cocooned in also added to his conclusion. Whoever you were seeing was willing to spend a good amount of gold on you. Then, perhaps, was it an admirer? Someone trying to court you? No, it couldn't be, the note said-

Almost as fast as those thoughts had entered Snape's mind, he wiped them away, shaking his head aggressively as he let go of the note between his fingers, backing away from the flowers like a fearful doe. No, he wasn't doing this today. Not ever, actually.

Snape's eyes reluctantly fell to where you usually left a quill and parchment - specifically for him to note down what he'd taken. But it wasn't there. His brows knitted together, perplexed, as he glanced around the room for your quill and parchment. His eyes fell back onto the bouquet of flowers that 'B.B' had sent you. Snape's jaw clenched as he grudgingly padded forwards again, his hand reaching out slowly to lift up the neatly-wrapped bouquet. His hunch was right. That damned bird of yours had dropped the large bouquet on top of his quill and parchment, almost like a silent 'fuck you'. Snape had to force himself not to hex the poor animal as he retrived the materials, placing them beside the flowers to quickly scribble down the ingredients he required.

Snape felt something like a knife poke at his heart as he let his eyes glance over at the handwritten note again, staring at it with cruel eyes. A wave of disgust rushed through his body as he re-read the sickly sweet words. As much as he despised and envied the person behind the note, he couldn't help but agree with how they described you.

Over the next week at Hogwarts, more and more notes, flowers and small gifts began to turn up in your greenhouse. You had felt a bit smothered by Ben, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt - perhaps gift-giving was his love language. As time went on, you noticed that Snape began to slack in leaving notes of what he'd borrowed for his lessons. This confused you slightly, Snape was not someone that neglected agreements or promises. So, you just put it down to being an accident rather than on purpose. You weren't sure if you did that for the peace of your own mind, or hoping it was true.

Snape found himself assigned to the nightly patrol shift this Friday evening. He was a little miffed about it since he had planned to kick back in his room and bury his nose in a book he'd picked up on a subtle trip to Hogsmeade. Ever since he'd read that note in your greenhouse, he'd turned a little more bitter towards people. Including you. The only way he had figured out to hide something as petty and trivial as the feeling of jealousy was by acting a little colder to people. Everyone knew him as the callous and heartless Professor Snape, so it's not as if the students or staff alike would be alarmed by his extra bitterness.

As the Potions Master was strolling absentmindedly in the outside grounds of Hogwarts, two shadowy figures had caught his eye. Instinctively, he drew his wand, his fingers tightening around it. He crouched down a tad, narrowing his eyes in a feeble attempt to try and work out who the possible intruders were. Surely it was just two students out after curfew, right? Though, that idea came crashing down when he heard the sweet sound of your muffled laugh. His body ran cold as another heavenly, song-like giggle reached his ears. What were you doing out so late at night? …And who were you with?

"I'm sorry I kept you so late," Ben said quietly, squeezing your hand as you glanced up at him, the two of you strolling through the outside grounds of Hogwarts. The two of you kept your voices down as it was past midnight now, and you weren't exactly desiring the idea of getting caught. "I didn't expect the pub to stay open past eleven o'clock!"

"It's alright, work was rather stressful this week anyway. I needed a good break." You giggled, quickly placing a hand over your mouth to muffle it. Ben couldn't help but grin amusedly at your widened eyes.

"And you told me I had to be quiet," Ben mused, his eyes flicking back to the ground in front of him. You rolled your eyes at him and nudged him with a playful elbow. "But what happened with work? Annoying first years?" He teased. Oh, he had no idea.

A class of seventh years had been stressing you out since Tuesday afternoon when Jasper Greenlichen, a very intelligent and passionate budding Herbologist, made some fatal mistakes on a mock exam. The second you handed his results back to him, you hadn't expected, nor prepared yourself for such an intense meltdown of emotions. Since that moment, he was nonstop asking questions and asking for your expert opinion on certain ways to structure answers. The boy was absolutely obsessed with improving, and it was becoming extremely tiring for you. You could only help him so much.

"I wish," You groaned, shaking your head for a moment. "Seventh years, actually, one of them had a total meltdown when he did quite badly on a mock exam I'd set up for them." You explained, sighing exhaustedly. "From then on, it was chaos for me. I'd actually started dreading teaching for once!"

"Oh blimey," Ben grimaced at your words. "Sounds terrible." He added with a laugh, pulling you into his arms with a tug. A quiet squeak slipped from your throat as you fell into his chest, his hands snaking down to your waist suggestively.

"Ben," You warned, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at your lips. The bright, pale moonlight glimmered down upon the two of you, illuminating you like two shards of broken glass in the sunlight.

"What?" He asked innocently, frowning as if he was being falsely accused of murder. "I've missed you." He muttered. Your stomach twisted at his words. Had you missed him as well? The only time Ben had poked at your brain was when you'd been with Snape...

"Me too." You replied, staring up at him. Did you just lie to him? Perhaps. Is it terrible if you felt nothing the moment those three words left his lips? Definitely. What a fucking mess.

With Ben facing against the moonlight, the shadows cast on his face made his nose appear slightly larger, and his eyes seemed to turn dark. Were you imagining this...?

Before you could continue to question yourself, Ben's smile faded and his brows furrowed as his hand rose up to your jaw, grasping it gently with his fingertips. Your blood ran cold as he angled your jaw towards the light, encouraging it to illuminate the fading bruises on your jaw. Fuck, there was no way this was happening right now.

"What's this?" He questioned softly, his tone flat. You swallowed, anxiety bubbling at your fingertips as they began to tingle. What the hell were you meant to say?

"Oh, it's nothing," You laughed lightly, leaning away from his concerned touch. Sure, some bouncing bulbs could have caused small, red marks on your face, right? "I was teaching some first-years a couple days ago, some bouncing bulbs got loose." You quickly lied, smiling up at Ben, praying he'd just let it go.

"Are you okay?" He asked once more, his eyes flicking up to yours, burning with worry. A wave of relief washed over you as he believed you. If you'd told him the truth, you weren't sure how he'd react. Perhaps he'd curse Snape's classroom to smell awfully for eternity, or maybe he'd do worse... but you didn't want to think about that right now.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's happened before." You laughed again, quietly, staring at Ben for any sign of doubt on his face. He continued to study your injured jaw, not seemingly convinced.

"Alright," he nodded at you with a curt sigh, letting it go. "As long as you're not in pain." Ben smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your marked jaw, trailing his lips to towards your parted ones. A gasp left your lips as Ben pulled you closer to him, his fingers digging into your waist hungrily. He kissed you a little harder, and you had to push him away slightly, releasing yourself from his lips.

"Ben, remember where we are." You said quietly, nodding to the grounds of Hogwarts that the two of you were currently stood in. "Someone could see us." You warned, a sheepish and awkward smile picking at the corners of your lips.

"So what?" Ben smirked as he leaned in to kiss you again, his reckless personality rearing it's head once more. You placed a firm hand against his chest, placing some space between you.

"I'm serious." You said again, your tone switching from playful to stern. Ben sighed, nodding, as he waved his white flag and surrendered to your demands. "Thank you." You smiled up at him, patting his chest gently, watching how as he turned his head, that familiar looking shadow cast over his features again, transforming him into your true desire. You tore your gaze away from his face as your heartbeat began to pick up in speed, memories of you and a certain brooding Potion Master flooding your mind. "I should really get going now." You quickly muttered, swallowing the lump of anxiety in your throat as you glanced to the right, avoiding his eyes.

Was this how your life was going to be now? Everytime you looked at someone you tried to move on with, his face would appear? Everywhere you looked, the thought of him would slide into your mind effortlessly - at this point, you were wondering if he had slipped you some sort of potion when you weren't looking.

"Oh right, yeah... I forgot it was so late," Ben laughed awkwardly, noticing your subtle change in demeanour. He wondered if he'd done something wrong. "I'll come and see you again soon, Y/N." He pushed past the niggling feeling in his mind and smiled at you, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your cheek. His hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and you returned his smile, the overwhelming feeling of guilt beginning to nibble away at your bones. This man was treating you like a princess and all you could think about was the man that had roughly grabbed you by your jaw the other day, leaving bruises on it.

"Send me an owl first, I'd like to be prepared this time." You hummed, referring to how Ben had caught you in your messy casualwear, tending to the plants in your greenhouse and covered in filth. It wasn't a pretty sight - well in your opinion, at least. "See you soon, Ben." You smiled at him as you turned to leave, a ghastly, freezing breeze of cold air suddenly tickling your skin.

"See you later, and... get back safe, please." Ben said wearily as he glanced about, having noticed the sudden drop in temperature as well. You nodded at him and pulled your shawl tighter around you, trying to ward off the cold that was now biting at your bare shoulders. You'd quickly slipped on a dark, rich emerald green dress that fell to the floor, and was slightly cinched at your waist in a shirred fashion, with baggy, ballooned sleeves that reached your wrists. You'd also opted to bring a thick, warm dusty rose-coloured shawl that was currently wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Walking back to the grand entrance of the castle, your brows knitted together as your eyes stared at the ground that was suddenly frosting over, wilting flowers and withering plants. A feeling of uneasiness permeated your ice-cold skin as you let your eyes glaze over the frozen ground, the clouds above you suddenly turning deathly grey. Your heart began to pound as you immediately took off in a sprint, desperately trying to reach Hogwarts before whatever the hell was coming could get to you.

The air was dead, silent and motionless. Only the sound of your crunching footfalls and your chattering teeth pierced the blanket of silence. You were praying that you were only imagining this, there was no way you could fend off a dementor. As you ran, your hands began to clench and unclench, a layer of sweat forming within them as you continued to run as fast as you could, your chest heaving with complete fear as the cold began to invade your body. You felt as if you were going to die right then and there, dementor or not, your heart was going absolutely mental, pounding against your ribs like an insane prisoner, begging to be let out. Your legs began to slow as the freezing cold began to overpower your body, numbing your legs and sending you tumbling to the ground. You fell to your hands and knees, tears streaming down your face, still desperate to escape as you clambered forwards in vain.

The chilling temperature was becoming too much for your body to withstand, and so you fell to the side, a paralysing scream leaping from your lungs as your worst nightmare suddenly swept in front of you. It floated in front of you, as if taunting you. The haunting noise of a rattling, sucking-like sound surrounded you like a bubble. You stared up at the dementor, your mouth agape in horror, fearful tears brimming your eyes as you watched on helplessly. Your lungs burned with each strangled breath you stole, your limp body falling backwards against the ground, as the dementor glided closer to you, finally kissing you.

You felt as if you were drowning. Your lungs felt as if they were filled with water, stealing your breath away, leaving you to suffocate. All you could see was the dementor, it's menacing appearance rendering you immobile. You were paralysed. You couldn't move, you couldn't run away. This was it, this was how you died.

Then, suddenly, a bright white light pierced the darkness that had almost swallowed you whole. It was almost blinding as you glanced towards it, your vision blurring. You struggled on the ground, your eyes fighting to stay open as they caught a glimpse of what looked to be like... a... doe?

As you let your eyes roll back to the gloomy and black sky above you, it felt like you were in slow motion - everything was spinning and the lids of your eyes were feeling heavier and heavier; the freezing cold that once had you within it's grasp subsiding. The roar of rushing blood in your ears muffled the screaming voice from afar. You wanted to scream out, to beg them for help, but you couldn't. Your voice was no where to be heard.

As you laid motionless upon the frosted grass, your muscles relaxed, your body finally caving as the black abyss swallowed your vision.

Peace.

A quiet rustling of what sounded like metal against metal stirred you awake. You felt your fingers twitch as you gradually shuffled the tiniest bit against some soft sheets that you'd been carefully wrapped up in.

"She's awake." A soft, feminine voice called out from beside you; your eyes slowly, but painfully fluttering open.

"How are you feeling?" A familiar, warm voice poked at your ears. You blinked as your eyes followed the source of the sound, a blanket of relief encasing you as you saw Professor Lupin perched on a chair beside where you laid.

"Erm," You croaked, sitting up on your elbows in a leisurely manner. "What the hell happened?" You asked quietly, confused. Glancing about the room with squinted eyes, you noticed that you were in the hospital wing, sat in a bed, neatly wrapped up like a cocooned caterpillar in blankets.

"You were attacked by a dementor." Lupin put it simply, though he kept his tone soft, a hint of concern laced beneath. "Do you remember anything?" He further questioned you, curious. You looked back to him, letting yourself fall back into the bed. "Here," Lupin reached into his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. "It'll help." He said, offering it to you.

You took it gratefully, unwrapping the crackly plastic covering slowly, feeling your mouth suddenly salivate at the sight of the sugary treat. "Thank you, Remus." You smiled weakly at him whilst trying to wrack your brain for any remaining memories of the attack, taking a bite out of the chocolate. You sat there for a moment, staring down at your lap as you sifted through your memories, chewing at a slow pace. You remembered leaving Ben, then the cold... that was it... "No, I'm sorry." You mumbled, feeling a little useless.

"Don't apologise, we're all just very glad you're okay." Remus smiled at you, his moustache twitching. You nodded in agreement with him, keeping quiet. "You were lucky that Severus was there to save you that night." Your eyes instantly snapped to Lupin's, widening in surprise.

"Wait, what?" You choked out. It felt like someone had just punched your chest. Snape saved you? How did he...? Remus seemed a little concerned at your reaction as his brows knitted together in slight curiosity. "Sna... Severus was the one...?" You breathed out, shock stiffening your body, your throat tightening as your lips spoke his name.

"He was." Remus tilted his head at you, inquisitive blue eyes studying you. "He was on duty that night and heard your screams."

You couldn't believe what was coming out of Remus's mouth. Were you dreaming? Were you in some horrible, twisted nightmare? You had so many questions running through your mind that you couldn't keep up.

"Also, you keep saying 'that night', how long have I been... here?" You questioned Lupin, your voice weakening as you glanced around the hospital wing, noticing how empty it was. Only one other person was here and it was a student dressed in a Quidditch outfit with an icepack resting on his forehead. You deduced that he had probably fallen off of his broom during a match.

"Just over two days, Y/N." Remus replied slowly, continuing to observe you for any possible ailments. You blinked.

"What day is it?"

"Sunday," The professor replied before twisting his arm to check his watch. "Six fifty-two in the evening, to be exact."

"Right," You exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling, becoming lost in your thoughts. You thought you were alone outside. Why did- how did Snape know you were there? Did this mean something? Was this his way of- no, don't be silly, for Merlin's sake.

It's merely a coincidence, you chastised yourself. I should be glad he was there, I wouldn't be sat here right now if he wasn't, you thought, sighing frustratedly through your nostrils.

"I need to talk to him." You said quickly, beginning to sit up but Lupin quickly pushed you back down into the bed, his mouth flattening into a straight line.

"You need to rest." He replied sternly, his hand resting firmly against your shoulder as he forced you back down.

"I feel perfectly fine, Remus. I appreciate your concern but-"

"I'm sorry, but it's Madam Pomfrey's orders." He cut you off, an apologetic look softening his features. You sighed at him, a little irritated, but you understood where he was coming from. You did need to rest up, you didn't feel like you were in the best of headspaces. You still felt a little disorientated.

There was a moment of silence before you reluctantly gave in, giving Lupin a soft nod, avoiding his eyes. "Fine." You settled into the hospital bed, glancing out at the window to your right, watching quietly as beads of rain dripped down the glass pane.

"If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask me." Lupin smiled warmly at you. You hummed quietly, returning his smile.

"Actually, Remus, erm," You cleared your throat, shuffling under the pale white sheets. "I was hoping to ask you if you could mentor me? To produce a patronus charm?" You asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Lupin's brow quirked at your proposal.

"Of course," Remus nodded as the surprised expression that had slipped onto his face clearly showed that he wasn't expecting you to ask him such a question. "We can start on Tuesday, seven o'clock. My classroom."

You felt your body relax at his answer. "Thank you so much." You said, your smile widening.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N, now please, get some rest." A gentle chuckle rumbled within Lupin's chest as he tilted his head at you like a parent would at their child. You scrunched your nose up at him jokingly and rolled over onto your side, tugging the blanket up and over your shoulders.

"Goodnight, Remus." You said quietly with a hint of amusement in your tone, closing your eyes. As the echo of his receding footsteps began to grow quieter and quieter as he left, you let your body finally rest, gradually dozing off.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Snape's deep, languid voice echoed from behind his door, sending a nervous shiver down your spine. You'd slipped out of your hospital bed once you had woken up, determined to pay Snape a visit, despite the storm of butterflies swirling in your stomach. When you checked the clock before leaving, it had struck almost eleven-thirty at night.

You pursed your lips, slipping inside his office and leaning against the back of the door as it clicked shut. "How did you know it was me?" You asked a little awkwardly as your eyes flicked to Snape who still had his nose buried in a pile of assignments atop of his neatly-arranged desk. A flutter of envy flew through your chest as you silently admired how organised the man was. Your desk was a mess, you barely had enough time to keep it clean, let alone organised.

"Few people opt to bother me at such an... ungodly hour." Snape sighed, rather exhaustedly, not bothering to glance at up you. Usually you'd chastise him for ignoring you, but you felt like you owed him your life from the whole ordeal a couple days ago, so you chose to brush past the bitterness in his voice. Snape spoke again after several seconds of silence. "Speaking of, what is it that you need from me?"

"Erm," you choked, eyes falling anxiously to the floor, "I just wanted to... say thanks." You said, silently dreading Snape's reply as you looked back up to find him staring at you. Your body ignited at the sight, and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn. Nothing has changed then, you thought, a little embarrassed and somewhat disappointed in yourself.

"I believe we spoke about saying 'thanks'." Snape quirked a brow at you, his dark eyes scrutinising you as you leant against his office door. You huffed at him. He paused for a moment, studying your weak, pale-looking body. "Nevertheless, you're welcome. I suppose such a situation... warrants a thank you." He added, tone flat.

There was another blanket of awkward silence. "Who were you with?" He asked. Your blood ran cold. Here we go, you thought.

"Remember a year ago, when we were brewing the Mandrake Draught?" You spoke hesitantly, avoiding Snape's intense gaze. He hummed, as if to encourage you to continue. "Remember when we spoke about Benjamin Bluewater?" You added, voice going quiet at the end. You braved a glance at the Potions Master, who now looked very disappointed. Fuck.

"You were with... Bluewater?" Snape tried to hide the jealousy in his voice. "Why were you with such a scoundrel so late at night?" You flinched at his harsh tone.

"He's changed, Snape, he's not the same troublemaker as he was in school," you sighed, "he's working at the Ministry of Magic, for Merlin's sake."

"I highly doubt a boy such as him can 'change', Y/N." Snape hissed, averting his eyes back to the parchment in front of him. He felt his skin burning with anger as you spoke about Bluewater so casually. Your heart leapt at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

"And how do you know that, Severus?" You scoffed at him. Snape's hardened eyes snapped up to yours, your harsh tone obviously hitting a nerve in him.

"Boys like him do not change, Y/N, they merely manipulate you to think so." He sneered at you. "And a woman like you is an easy target." He added, igniting a once-extinguished rage within you.

"Excuse me?" Your brows furrowed together furiously. Snape stared at you, an icy glare plastered on his pale face. "A woman like me?"

"You are far too trusting, Y/N," Snape bit, baring his teeth as he rose from his desk, "you are a true Hufflepuff. You have no respect for yourself; you struggle with the prospect of being alone so you reduce yourself to be with a lowlife such as Bluewater." The booming of your heart began to deafen you as you listened to Snape's ruthless words, each syllable digging a knife deeper into your chest. "Are you so afraid of the idea of loneliness that you really think you belong with a miscreant such as him?" He spat at you as you spun on your heels, rushing towards his door, the reality of his words becoming too hard for you to handle. You were breathing so heavily that each breath you took was starting to burn your throat, like you had swallowed the thorny stem of a rose.

Your shaking hand hovered over the handle of his office-door, lingering as you debated between running away like you always did, or confronting your fears.

You turned around, facing Snape with glossy eyes and red cheeks, unafraid. "You have no idea what you're talking about." You hissed at him furiously, stalking towards the raven-haired man with such determination that it made him flinch out of surprise.

"Don't I?" Snape mused, returning to his usual stoic and cold demeanour. He stood tall, towering over your shorter figure, his lips curling up into a sneer as he bent down to look at you in your teary eyes. "I taught the boy for seven years, Y/N. You think I do not know him better than you do?" 

"I..." You stuttered, snapping your jaw shut as you tipped your chin down, submitting to Snape's cruel tone. 

"You deserve better than him." Snape said quietly, softening his tone as he noticed your form trembling with bottled rage and frustration. He pitied you in this moment, in fact, he wished he could save you from such heartache, but it wasn't his place. Not now, not ever.

"You don't know what I deserve, Severus." You bit back in a harsh whisper. Snape's jaw ticked and your chest tightened as his name fell from your lips for the first time in months. He swiftly moved from behind his desk in a sweep, his long, billowing cloak trailing behind him as he stood in front of you; an unusually calm expression softening the cold, unfeeling glare that once laid upon his features.

Snape parted his lips, staring down at you, mulling over his words for a brief moment. "No, I don't," He said quietly, tilting his head at you, studying your distraught eyes. "However, that does not mean I can't usher you in the right direction." He added, clasping his hands behind his back. "It... pains me to see you so... unhappy." You looked up at him, a stray tear embarrassing you as it rolled down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away, and looked away from him, staring at the record player that you had accidentally triggered all that time ago. You felt another bout of tears brim your eyes again as your mind replayed the tender memory of you and Snape sharing such an intimate moment together.

"How did you know where I was that night?" You questioned him quietly, ignoring his previous comment, desperate not to break down in tears in front of the man you had grown to adore.

"It wasn't hard to pinpoint your location when you were screaming bloody murder." Snape replied, a hint of faint amusement lingering in his tone. You huffed at his words, prompting him to quirk at brow at you questioningly.

"Yeah, well," You swallowed thickly, glancing back up at him through your wet lashes. If you asked him any more questions you were certain you'd start hysterically sobbing. "Thanks. Again." You choked out, nodding gently.

Severus hummed at you. He felt unusually warm as the two of you were silent, quietly savouring the rare, peaceful moment.

Your cheeks had pinkened again as you studied his face, your stomach going bananas as your eyes became glued to his. You felt yourself subconsciously leaning towards him, slowly, like the pull of two magnets. Snape's breath hitched in his throat as he watched your eyes drop to his lips, eyeing them hungrily. He hesitated slightly, his mind beginning to race with plentiful amounts of reason as to why he should stop what was about to happen, however, he found himself tossing them to the side, carelessly.

The way the soft, amber hue of the candles illuminated your wet cheeks made you look so fragile, he just wanted to cradle you indefinitely; an aching urge protect you from the outside world. You felt Severus nudge his prominent nose against yours in a gentle, tender gesture; your eyes fluttering at the intimacy. His hot breath was dancing across your face as the two of you grew closer, noses grazing.

Though, before your lips could meet, Snape's office door swung open, revealing Professor McGonagall clutching a candle dressed in her nightgown.

"Severu- oh!" She gasped, watching as the two of you quickly dispersed from each other. "Am I interrupting something?" McGonagall eyed the two of you inquisitively, her lips pouting together. You cleared your throat and clasped your hands together in front of you, blinking quickly. Your cheeks were still scorching hot.

"No." Severus quickly answered, broadening his shoulders as he dared to glance at you. He straightened his posture and averted his attention to his older colleague, staring at her expectantly. "What's the matter, Minerva?" He asked, an underlying tone of irritation in his voice. Your heart fluttered as you looked to Severus, noticing his usually pale face had a tinge of pink to it.

"Black is in the castle." She said with a worried voice, prompting you to snap your head up at Minerva. What? Sirius Black is inside Hogwarts?

Part 10!

oooooo THEY ALMOST KISSED? mcgonagall the cockblock, whoops. i hope you enjoyed another long chapter, please let me know what you thought!! <3 have a great day/night, im about to get some much needed rest :) im so excited to write the next part tomorrow oh my lordddd

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[crystlizabeth]

Back to You

Paring: Daryl Dixon x Blackfem!reader

Warnings: non canon events(Glenn, Abe and Sasha are still alive), Sleeping with the enemy(negan x reader mentioned), swearing, pregnancy,(this is kinda based of of my selfinsert hehe), swearing, slight angst, dramatic reunion. Oc put in place of Abe and Glenn. Non canon time line based on a span of 4-5 months.(not proofread)

Summary: after making a deal to keep friends alive you leave with Negan, a plan came in store sleep with the enemy get information, after escaping your body isn’t taking the pleasure of carrying a baby.

Everything happen so fast, who knew thing could go so wrong. After that night you where alone, they had taken Daryl they kept him loading him up like an animal. You would have done anything to get him back alive with his limbs still attached. It wasn’t long till everyone started discussing what to do next how to go on, serve him, provide, and work around Negan.

“So what do you think, Y/n?” Michonnes voice snapped you out of thought.

You looked up, everyones eyes on you. “You want me you sleep with the enemy…” you spoke.It was smart, he had taken a liking to you, it was for your friends right, for Daryl. Make the enemy vulnerable get him to need you, and thats what you would do. A grammy winning performance for sure he never saw past you.

But that would come with consequences, heavy consequences. Sitting on that stupid table. Carson trying to get a response out of you but nothing came from you finally choking up the words were.

“Are you sure.”

He looked at you his brows frowned, he responded with a weak nod. “I am, you mentioned that you weren’t able to. So I understand the concern but youre pregnant.”

The months went by and sure as hell you where, by the time you had started showing Daryl had gotten out. He knew that the baby wasn’t his, but he didn’t hesitate to try getting you to leave with him. He begged you but you couldn’t it would be to obvious, Negan would kill till he got you back it would be to dangerous. And the both of you going missing at the same time would just make it obvious.

“Daryl you have to go, leave with Jesus. Please baby i can’t go with you, not yet.” You pleaded to the man as he held on to you.

“I cant just leave you here, Darlin’ come with me.” He began once more.

“Daryl you need to go now.” You said pushing him slightly, the sound of saviors causing you to panic.

“Imma take ya home, promise.” He said pulling you in for a kiss, it lingered before he pulled away.

“I know you will.”

He left quickly, you slipping back inside quickly enough to not be seen by any of the saviors. After that moment it wouldn’t be at lest another month till you would escape. You had gotten weaker the baby was practically eating you alive that and just your body wasn’t ready nor prepared to cary a child.

Dwight helped you as much as you hated the guy, he made a promise he was able to slip you out before everyone arrived to attack the place. When you got to thw gate he instructed you to follow behind the building where she would meet her friends. He didn’t go but gave you back your knife and a gun. You did as that not really having to worry about any walkers thankfully.

Rounding the corner you were meet with a few familiar faces, “Glenn..” you spoke his body quickly ran over to you carefully taking you in a hug. You felt your body relax being in a friends arms opening your eyes you saw Rosita and Abraham with him, Glenn released you letting you attend to one of you best friends.

Rosita hugging you tightly giving you a kiss on the side of your face, “God ive missed you..” she pulled you away looking you up and down slightly her brow frowning slightly.

“Are you okay, you look like shit.” She stated

You couldn’t help but letting out a laugh, nodding letting her know you where just fine. With that you left they told you that you were to meet others then go on with the plan someone would take you to the kingdom. You didn’t know where that was but assumed it was an ally, an ally that had doctors to say the least.

You and Rosita continued hand in hand her not wanting to let go of you she wanted to keep you safe. That final building you saw him.

He stood there fucking with his bike as normal a cigarette hanging form his lip. “No shit.” Sasha said causing Daryl to look up following her gaze.

He stood up so fast throwing the cigarette to the side. You did the same letting out a soft cry as you ran to him, he slowed himself slightly before taking your body into his arms lifting you off the ground. Tears came down your face hugging him tightly you let yourself cry, cry in his arms. Pulling back simply cupping his face giving him a kiss, multiple kisses stopping to let your foreheads meet. You flet him start to break down his body going down slowly letting you fall on your knees as he cradled you. 

He pulled away getting a good look at you “Darlin’ you look sick..” you could hear the protectiveness in his voice, he thought maybe the we’re treating you badly not feeding you giving you the thing you needed that they had. But that wasn’t the case and you explained that to him. You could see the hurt on his face how this was something he couldn’t save you from keep you safe and healthy.

“Lets get you to a doctor..” he said picking you up with him.

“D’ you have a job to finish it can wait I promise…” you spoke you hand on his chest, his blue eyes looking at you pushing you to listen but god knows that wouldn’t be the case..

“Lets go for a ride, yeah?” You said smiling at him.

He nodded, you said you hellos giving hugs to the rest before everyone departed. Rosita making sure your were fine and that she could take you, you declined saying that you were staying with daryl. He got on the bike quick to help you on, you arms wrapped around him a simple tap to the leg to remind you to adjust your footing.

He could feel your bump against his back it was small but noticeable, his hand grabbed your off his torso kissing it before taking off. The side of you head laid flat on his back, you could only think how he could seem so forgiving. You were carrying a child that wasn’t his and he seemed to be fine with it practically ignore it. He had told you that he would hold this against you but you felt that he should that he should be angry with you.

But he wasn’t angry with you, but Michonne and Rick for suggesting and putting you in that position. It was a life or death situation for your family, plus a whole lot of fucking details from the inside. You both had soon arrived at the kingdom the ride there being that comfortable silence you both enjoyed. He helped you off walking you in to an amazing surprise you saw Morgan holding you dog by his collar soon letting go for the animal to run up to you.

God knows you needed that reunion, your pitty charlie had been with you since the beginning and taken care of you. Daryl quickly got you up after petting the hell out of the dog, “Mon’ lets get ya checked out..” he spoke as you linked your arm with his.

Laying on that table the nurse had told you what you already knew, “you aren’t producing enough vitamins for you and the baby so they’re simply eating you alive, it’s nothing to bad just means you be on bed rest for the rest of your pregnancy once you hit your second trimester. And from what I see it not that far.”

You couldn’t help but look at her “bed rest, I dont have fuckin time for that..” you said leaning up on your elbows.

She shared a glance with you of knowing that “but you dont really have a choice, you iorn is really low so are your sugar levels. Eat more fruits and greens, not to much sun, okay? Dont make this pregnancy harder for yourself then you have to.” She stated honestly.

You slapped you hands against your face sliding them down in irritation, sifting your head you looked and daryl you had a slight smirk on his face.

“Now you have to listen.” He said.

You groaned as he helped you off the table. “Why didn’t she use that scany thing?” He asked.

“I dont know could be they dont have the power right now, she listened to the heart beat and poked around she didn’t seem to concerned which means she seen shit like this before.” You spoke, as you walked with him. He was very curious asking if i knew the gender yet even going out suggesting a few names.

“I dont know the gender even though i am far enough to know wanna keep the thrill for after this shit show yeah?” You laughed lightly, you looked at him kissing him a soft tender kiss.

“I missed ya..” you said before giving him another kiss.

He engulfed you into his arms moving your legs around his waist as you sat on the bed, “I missed you more, i missed your touch n how ya kissed me, the sound of your voice n the random shit that would come out of it..” he confessed.

Your thumbs ran over his cheeks keeping eye contact till you placed small kisses all over his face. “I have 13 hours left before they need me again.” He said you heard the grumble in his tone causing you to laugh lightly.

“Well baby how ‘bout you get some good sleep.. Rosita was planning on coming and getting me and taking me to hill top with Maggie..” you said your hand pulling him down with you on the bed.

“The two pregnant ladys huh? Good bonding.” You let out a snort at him.

“Go to sleep, they need you, God knows I need you right now.” You said moving to your side.

You head laid on his chest arm laid over his chest, his arms moved you to face the other way spooning you his arms holding you securely.

“I love you..” he said his lips touching the back if you neck.

“I love you too.. Goodnight love.” You said kissing his hand.

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[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi Ducky! Congratulations on 1K! That’s awesome! I would like to place an order for a small and large macchiato with light ice and cinnamon and java chips. The names for the order being Diluc and Venti.

YES

THATS ALL

NO FURTHER QUESTIONING

(Ducky gets back into writing? Real not fake?)

CW BELOW THE CUT: This do have tickles in it ngl.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

The thoughts currently in Diluc’s head were indubitably illegal. Now, he’ll never act on them, mind you, but he’s thought of twelve ways to Sunday on how he’s gonna kill that bard.

Archons willing, he definitely did try his damndest to keep his composure for a good amount of time. But now? He can’t stand it anymore.

Today, the Anemo user had been acting seemingly normal today, chatting up a storm with Six-Fingered Jose about songs and such. But something deep within him told him that Venti was just minutes away from doing something that the bartender would regret.

—

He ought to be a fortune teller, Diluc thinks, as he grabs his forehead in disappointment.

—

It seemed that Venti was… sober today? There’s no chance; the bard never spends Fridays sober. Or Mondays… or Tuesdays… or-

You get the picture.

Diluc had an important task to do at closing: inventory counting. He hated it with every ounce of his being, but it was a required task for a tavern owner.

Unfortunately, the drunkard bard had not understood the seriousness in the red-haired male’s tone when he said “Get the hell out, we’re closed.”

So, currently, Diluc sat. Narrow-eyed glaring down the bard that was happily sipping at his first dandelion wine of the night.

“We’ve been through this, Venti. I’ve told you four times now that I have to count the inventory. Bar’s closed.” The Pyro user grumbled as he swept the floor around the stool the Anemo user was on.

“Aw, but Master Diluc, I just got here! Let’s have fun!” Venti whined in a faux-sadness.

The tavern owner pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he huffed out a breath. “I will tell you once more. Leave mora on the counter, or put it on the tab you’ll never pay off, and leave. I’m closed.”

“Ah, you know me very well, Master Diluc,” the Anemo user chirped. “But the night’s still young! Let’s play a game!”

“What are we,” Diluc grumbled, “five years old?”

“Don’t act like such a wet blanket, Diluc!” The bard chirped in reply, smiling brightly.

“Fine, you wanna play games?” The red-haired male rolled up his sleeves and slowly closed in on his regular patron. “Let’s see if you can actually escape with the bottle you stole.”

Venti’s eyes widened.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you.” Diluc replied. “You have one goal: don’t let me catch you.”

And so, the two took off in a grand chase. Venti hurdled tables and ran circles around the tavern, coddling the bottle that he did indeed steal. With it tucked away safely in the waistband of his shorts, the Anemo user took off upstairs and hid.

Diluc was quick to follow, knowing exactly where Venti had gone. Though, he remembered playing this exact game with Kaeya when they were just boys.

With a quick survey of the upstairs, he spied a quarter inch of green sticking out of the broom closet.

‘His clothes got stuck in the door.’ He thought with a sigh and a smile. ‘Just like Kaeya… hiding decently, but giving yourself away accidentally.’

Diluc ran loudly past the door, then tiptoed back in front of it. The second it opened, he hid behind, waiting for Venti to run past him.

As soon as the flash of white and green appeared in his peripheral, the Pyro user stuck out his right arm and trapped the bard, holding him close to his body.

“WAAAH! Oh that was cheap!” Venti cried. “Now, put me down, and let’s play another round!” He finished his demand with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t think you realize the situation you’re in.” The red-haired man replied with a sinister smile. He looked down at the bard ensnared in his right arm, an evil idea crossing his mind.

Venti’s eyes widened, and he soon started to wiggle, kicking his feet frantically. “W-Wait! Diluc! Let’s-Let’s talk about th-ihihihihis! hyahahaha!”

Diluc had begun to wiggle the fingers of his free hand along the short male’s side. “There’s nothing to talk about, bard. I’ve explained the rules to you clearly. You’re the one choosing not to listen.”

“Wahahahait! Dihihihiluhuhuc! Dohohohont tihihihickle mehehe!” Venti whined through his giggling.

“Apologies, Venti, but this seems to be the only way to get my point across.” The red-haired male replied as a slight smile toyed at the corners of his lips. He turned his wrist and prodded at the bard’s ribs.

Venti lurched downward, slipping a bit in Diluc’s hold.“Ehehehaha! Wahahahait! Nohohoho!”

The tavern owner’s smile couldn’t help his widening smile. The annoying bard (unfortunately) reminded him of more and more memories he had shared with his baby brother. Kaeya had always been super ticklish, and Diluc always used this to his advantage.

Venti giggled helplessly as Diluc mindlessly tweaked at his ticklish ribs. The black and blue-haired male pushed up against the arm that was trapping him. However, whenever he made any traction, Diluc somehow managed to press against a sensitive spot and make him slump downward.

“Dihihihiluhuhuc, plehehehehease! Mohohove spohohohots!”

With a quirk of his brow, Venti’s “assailant” obliged to the demand. Unfortunately for the bard, the latter had opted to go for the most ticklish spot on his body.

Diluc’s hand worked under the corset that had worked itself loose and untucked. He pushed outward, causing it to untie and fall into his palm. Effortlessly catching it, he placed it neatly on the counter next to him. As he began to zero in on his target, Venti wiggled like never before.

“Okay no! I change my mind! You can- eep! You can go back to where you were- ah!” With every squeak, the bard twisted his body away from the threat of tickling fingers. But, the red-haired male was closing in quickly. If Venti could pray to himself, he would have done so tenfold.

Diluc’s fingers lowered onto Venti’s stomach and pinched around his belly button. The Anemo user’s eyes widened as squeaky laughter bubbled out of him. He wiggled incessantly and kicked his feet. “DIHIHIHILUHUHUC! NOHOHOHO! CMOHOHOHON!”

The winery owner smiled down at the giggly bard, not caring to lift his attack just yet. However, he would watch carefully to not go too far, the bard’s comfort at his top priority. Venti’s pink face was resting against the arm trapping him, his eyes squeezed shut in mirth.

“EHEHEAHA! OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAY! IHIHIM SOHOHORRY-“ a snort echoes through the room, causing both parties to freeze in shock. The bard caught his breath before he made an attempt to make some sort of excuse.

“I- um-“

“Again.”

“What?”

“Do it again.”

“Do what- Diluc? What do you mean do it ag-ahAHAHAIN? DIHIHIHILUC!”

Well, so much for counting inventory tonight. Instead, the tavern’s owner had a much more noble task to do. Venti’s sweet, frantic laughter bounced from wall to wall as little snorts left him. As for Diluc… he can’t remember a time that he’s smiled this much.

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🎱🎲♟️The celestial toymaker x child reader 🧸🧩

⚠️not show accurate please do not hate I am only trying too share my work with the world and hope you will fine as much joy from reading it as I did wrighting⚠️

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You didn't know how you got here but the doctor was gone and you couldn't see dodo or Steven. You stepped out of the tardis and the world around me looked different. A room full off dolls and toys and cribs.

You leave the safety of the tardis and walk further into this weird looking relm of sort and with a swift glacé you spin round to see the tardis was gone. You started to panic frantically looking about for any sign of any one in this world that could help you get back home. "Steven!" You yell as you walked down the twist off corners and walls."Dodo!" I yell out hoping someone would respond.

After some time off walking you come across a door with light gold tints and red varnis. You walk up to the door your nervs pooling at the bottom of your stomach as you opened the door slowly to see and man in Persian robes (I know they are Chinese just go with it)standing in front of a table he smiles at me and takes a step towards you.

You cautiously take a step back only to your back too collide with the door that had now been locked shut without making as much as startling a mouse.you panicked as you ratteld the door handle with haste trying to get it to open."Don't be frighten (y/n)-" "How do you know my name!" You ask him before he had the chance to finish his sentence.

He didn't seem frustrated at your impatients but rather fond of it because the only response he gave you was another shallow smile before walking behind the table and pulling out the chair that was facing away from the door and gesturing for you too sit in it. You walk towards the table with caution as you sit down in the seat and he swiftly tucks it in before sitting on the chair that was opposite it.

"I know many things about you (y/n) like how you love to play rummy" withing a blink the deck of cards on the table change from a neet pile to a stack of ten cards each and stock pile with a single cards in the discard pile. "How did you..." you ask in disbelief "does it really matter? Just as long as you play with me?". He asks me with a devilish smile. "WHAT do I get out off it? Where is dodo and Steven!" He only seems to dismiss you yells"you know what? If you win I will tell you where they are but if I win...well we can discuss the details later"

You nod you head as you began to play. You picked up you deck and looked at your cards sutily before glancing back at him to see he had his cards in his hands but was pering over at you with that same look plaster apon his face. You could only roll you eyes as you began to play.

"You first my love"

You started to play whilst you where high on guard asking questions about you friends "so what happens to the doctor,Steven and dodo" "thats cheating, i said i would tell you that when you win you cheaky minx" "Fine then, who are you?" "Does that really matter?" "Yes" you replied with a cold stair "I am the toymaker" you paused what you where doing before briefly looking up for the first time Turing the game forgetting the fact you where trying to focus "doctor spoke off you once"

"Did he now?" He seemed rather fond off himself "Yes doctor said you took his friend away is that ture?" He laughed "more or less" "what did you do with him" you said firmly. "You are funny one trying to act all serious. But I think it's my turn to be asking the questions" you sigh "okay then ask away "do you like you friends (y/n)?" You paused and looked up "Yes why would you even ask a question like that" "because you are not trying very hard to win this game and get them back" "Yes I am!" "Really? Because you just let me win" you looked down to see you had 5 cards in you hand and he had non.

I had let him won.but how? I was paying full attention and he had attention 7 cards a second ago "not fair you cheated!" You yelled at him "but did I? It doesnt matter.what matters is that i won and you lost now you are stuck with me forever" What? You asked at Steven and dodo plburst through the door "(y/n)! What are you doing get away from him! Don't play a game there all rigged!" Dodo yelled at "its too late...I already lost" I said "well then I got what I came here for"The toymaker says before dodo and Steven where whisked off by 2 clowns and you try to race after them but the toymaker grabbed my arm as I watched dodo and Steven get dragged away.

"LET ME GO" you yelled at you tried to push him away as you kicked and screamed and cried. You wails depleted into sobs and you grew tired of kicking and screaming the toymaker picked you up in his arms and swayed you side to side and cooed in you ear " its okay my little doll I will take care off you"

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[simpfordemetri]

Jasper Cullen NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare

He always makes sure you are fine,checking on you looking for bruises.

He will let you one of his shirts to sleep,letting you take a bath while he brings you some snacks.

You can be sure he will cuddle you to sleep

B=Body part

His favourite body part of you are your eyes,they can see how you feel through them,if he is pleasuring you well and how stimulated you are

C = Cum

He adores cumming on your ass,only if you are okay with it

D= Dirty secret

He wants to make it in his car,,having the risk of someone catching you both

E=Experience

He has experience,he knows how to make you scream and beg for more.

F=Favourite position

Usually doggy,seeing how your back arch for him

G = Goofy

He dont like to makes jokes while having sex,he wants you to see he is serious about it and respect you

H=Hair

He has some hair here and there,for him is something completely normal and he is not ashamed about it

I=Intimacy

He is slow and passionate,wanting to make you enjoy that moment and trying to make it last as long as possible

J = Jack off

He does,but you wont know about it.When you are too busy with exams and cant come over for days he will pleasure himself,however he prefers to do it with you

K = Kink

Calling him sir,he absolutely loves it,will make you call him sir or he wont let you cum

L=Location

Even if he wants to try something in public places,he respect you too much to put you on risk,so usually in his room

M=Motivation

Touching his hair,he has a soft spot for it,he loves when you grab his hair while doing it

N=No

Hurting you,or having sex before he goes hunting,he always makes sure to please his thirst so he doesnt loose control

O = oral

The king of oral tbh,he will sit you on his desk with your legs open while he makes you cum 

P=Peace

Slow,making sure you feel all about it

Q = Quickie

Hates them,as i said he likes to take his time with you

R=Risk

Doesnt like them,even if he thinks about them,he refuses to hurt you

S=Stamina

Can long forever,but if you are human usually 4 rounds

T=Toys

He has some vibrators which will use with you in some ocassions

U = Unfair

He doesnt like to tease you,he will make you beg sometimes but thats it

V = Volume

He moans in your ear,making you shake from just hearing him

W = Wild card

He likes when you dom him just wont admit it

X = X-ray

He is big ,21 cm

Y = Yearning

His sex drive its not so high,maybe 2-3 times a week

Z = ZZZ

Will make you sleep in his arms after it

#twilight #the twilight saga #jasper hale imagine #jasper cullen imagine #jasper cullen #jasper hale x y/n #jasper hale x reader

[akwolfgrl]

Part 16 LFT

“I'll think about it and give you my answer at dinner,” Nami said, reading over his proposal, popping a truffle into her mouth.

“Take your time Nami-swan~!” Sanji cooed happily.

“Mmm! What's these crunchy bits? They taste like minka,” She questioned before Sanji could leave.

“Oh thats candied Minka peel, I just take peels and pour boiling water on them and scuba the wax off frist,” Sanji loved to talk about cooking and was egar to exspiln the process of canding citrus peels. “Then I…”

“I don't need details,” Nami said, waving her hand dismissing him like the princess she should be.

“Of course Nami-swan, I would hate to bore you with all the details,” Sanji left and went to hunt down the Marimo for a fight after putting his sliver tray away.

Sanji lit a cigarette and found the green haired idiot napping in his smoking spot. He grinned and raised his leg above his head bringing down only to be stopped inches from Zoro's head by the back of a sword.

“Is that the best you got shit cook?” Zoro smirked at him, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Oh just making sure your lazy ass is awake,” Sanji retorted he could feel his adrilling began to race he removed his foot from the blade and swong it around to left side of Zoro's body aiming for his shoulder this time. Zoro rolled out of the way and up onto his feet his sword in front of him. “About damn time you got off your ass,”

“I was going easy on ya shit-cook since I know you don't train, I lift more than your scrawny ass weighs,” Zoro sneered, his eyes glittering with amusement.

“Fuck you cactus head! I don't need to train. I have to fight Luffy off, or else we would all starve!” Sanji kicked Zoro again, this time the moss dodged and swiped at him with his sword. Sanji bent backwards into a flip, using the momentum to kick up, catching Zoro under the chin. Zoro still managed to cut his cigarette before Sanji had flipped out of the way.

Sanji completed the flip landing back on his feet just in time to get hit with the back of Zoro's blade. He hissed at the pain, he would have a nice new bruise on his side, but no broken ribs.

They continued to trade blows and insults when Sanji saw his opening. He dropped to the deck and used his hands to hold him up as he swung his legs up and around knocking Zoro of his feet but not before Zoro manged to grab the sleve of his jack and pull him down on top of him. They ended up in a tangle of limbs and arms. Sanji wiggled his way up Zoro body and grinned down at him.

“Looks like I won this round,” Sanji pressed his lips to Zoros kissing the man senseless, Zoros arms come to rest on waist.

As they kissed Sanji began to grind on Zoros lap, rubbing his erection against zoro's muscular body, a good fight always left him horny. Why masterbate when he had this hunk of muscle to fuck instead?! The adrenaline still flooded his body, causing him to be more reckless, he didn't care that they were on the open deck where anyone and everyone could see them. He knew what he wanted and he wanted Zoro right here and now.

“What are you two doing?!” Nami bellowed as her fists knocked against both of their heads hard. “Get a room, you two! No fucking on the deck!”

Sanji broke apart form Zoro with a pout rubbing his head, forgetting for a second who hit him and about to yell before seeing his Nami-swan. He almost forgot that Nami’s hits were almost as bad as Zeff’s kicks. The only difference was Zeff's leg was wood so he may have an advantage in that area.

“Fine by me,” Zoro stood up and before Sanji could join him he found himself being hoisted up into the air, Zoro's strong arms tossing him over his broad shoulders, then he had the audacity to slap his ass with his other hand.

“Zoro!” Sanji was freaking out, what the hell did he think he was doing? Sanji could walk just fine on his two legs! Oh how he could feel how red his face was flushed with embarrassment and arousal. His cock still hard even after having his ass slaped, he refused to admit how much he liked it and wanted Zoro to do it again.

“You heard the lady, no fucking on the deck,” Sanji couldn't even kick Zoro for his sarcasm, without being dropped. Zoro carried him towards the boys’ bunk room. Sanji tried to wiggle out of the situation which only made his position worse. “Stop that before I drop you,” Zoro growled, slapping his ass again.

“Mmm!” A moan slipped from Sanjis lips much to his surprise. This was something new Sanji was finding out about himself. He didn't know how to feel about it.

#one piece #sanji #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #fanfic #zoro #zoro x sanji #cat burglar nami #nami #lust filled thoughts

[mythica0]

A Blast

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫:Donnie

Summary: Leo gets a lee mood, but refuses to let himself indulge, and is grumpy as a result. Donnie figures out a way to help his twin.

A/N: a little self-indulgent something-something to get me back in the flow of writing! This takes place post-movie so some spoiler warning!

TW:Swearing, minor angst and self-depricaty thoughts.

A Blast

Leo was in a lee mood.

Something completely normal for him, and yet he was actively hating himself for it.

‘Ugh, I wanna be tickled so bad!’ His thoughts echoed, quickly followed by a stern,

‘No, Leo, it’s silly stuff like this that got your family hurt.’

Usually, these moods of his would make him giggly and a tad bit obnoxious. However, he was suppressing those behaviors. He would not let himself be immature. Not when it caused so much damage.

He bottled up everything he was feeling towards said lee mood. Which resulted in a very grumpy Leo.

Whenever someone asked about it(usually Mikey), he would brush them off, tell them he was fine and move on with life.

Donnie wasn’t having any of it.

He noticed how Leo had brushed off Mikey’s concern several times now, even though all of them knew something was up.

Donnie was going to get to the bottom of this situation.

That evening, the soft shell went up to his twin.

“Nardo?” He raised his eyebrow in question.

“Uh… yeah?”

“What’s up with you? And don’t you dare say nothing because we both know thats a lie.”

Leo tried to object before Donnie cut him off.

“Ah-ah! I know what you’re about to say, and just because I can’t lie dosent mean I don’t know when someone else is lying.”

Leo saw his dead-pan expression and decided ‘I guess I just won’t talk then. Cause I am not touching that with a ten-foot pole.’

Donnie waited and stared at his brother for a moment, quickly realizing the slider wasn’t going to talk.

“Fine then,” he started, a dangerous look and tone. “I will make you talk.”

The smart one then tackled Leo to the ground, quickly starting his attack.

Donnie nearly got whiplash from how quickly Leo’s demeanor changed from ‘grumpy and stubborn’ to nearly elated.

He was even more shocked when, despite how happy his twin looked, he still protested profusely.

Leo, on the other hand, was conflicted.

He shouldn’t be letting himself have this, it’s immature, it could cause problems. He could cause problems.

But he also was finally being tickled! And it was fun. ‘Why is it so much fun?’

Donnie could see the conflicted thoughts running through Leo’s head. He didn’t know exactly why his twin was conflicted, but he could see it all over the sliders face.

Donnie slowed to a halt, hoping to get Leo to talk about his feelings like a normal person.

As Donnie stopped, Leo accidentally let a small noise of disappointment escape him.

Donnie lifted an eyebrow at the noise. “What was that?”

“Uhuh… would yohou believe mehe if I sahaid nothing?”

“Absolutely not.”

Leo just smiled nervously and didn’t respond.

Donnie sat in silence for a moment, putting two and two together in his head.

“You…You didn’t want me to stop, did you? This is what was making you grumpy. Because you were suppressing a lee mood.”

Leo looked anywhere that wasn’t his twin .

“Well, well, well. Looks like someone is literally asking for round two. In his head at least.”

Donnie just smirked at Leo’s nervous yet giddy anticipation. “Lucky for you, I’m willing to comply.”

Then the soft shell waisted no time starting right back up again, scribbling behind Leo’s knees.

Leo instantly started laughing. He was so happy to be in this position. He was still a little conflicted, but his pure joy at finally getting what he wanted set that off to the back burner.

Donnie idly wondered why Leo felt the need to suppress it in the first place as he continued. That was a discussion for later though. For now, he was just gonna let his twin brother laugh and not hide behind a mask.

When the purple-lover started squeezing Leo’s thighs, the slider quickly fell into gleeful cackles.

It was unbearably fun, debilitating in the best possible way. His thoughts melted into the backround and he just finally let himself go.

He let himself have fun and be immature, probably for the first time since the invasion.

Eventually, Leo couldn’t breathe properly anymore and tapped Donnie to let him know he was done.

Donnie got the slider a glass of water as he recovered.

“Soooo~, did you have fun?” The soft shell smirked.

Leo just sighed out a giggle and nodded, letting himself be honest about it.

“A complete and utter blast.”

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#parrotwrites #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickle #lee!leo #ler!donnie

[leahwilliamson68]

My Leah

Hey guys!! This is my first post on here…I’ve written a book on wattpad but thats it, don’t judge it’s my first one but anyways let’s see how this turns out <3

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Leah and I have been dating for nearly 5 months now, it’s been really good, we live in the same house since I moved to arsenal, which was 9 months ago. Of course Leah made the first move in our relationship, in fact she made the first move in everything that’s happened in our relationship but that is simply down to me and how I am, I hate talking about my feelings and I find it really hard to trust people. My mum has been my best friend my whole life, when I was younger we spent every single weekend together, going to my football matches or just going out shopping, it’s been quite hard not being able to see her every weekend since she still lives in the house I grew up in which is in Leeds, On the other hand mine and my dads relationship is the complete opposite, we never got on when I was younger and he never support me in anything i did, when I was younger I would get really upset about it because I simply couldn’t understand why he was like this and it made me upset seeing other girls with there dads at my football matches but as I got older I wouldn’t get upset but angry which would lead to many arguments between me and my dad, so when I was 19 I moved out of my childhood house and moved to Manchester to play for Man Utd, I still kept in contact with my mum but me and my dad never talked to each and he never came to see his daughter play at stadiums like old Trafford or the eithad

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Me and Leah had just gotten back from our game against Chelsea, which we won 2-1 against, I was looking through my phone at all the messages I had received when I clicked on my mums name to see no message which was a bit strange, I didn’t think much about it and just thought that maybe she was going to call later on so I carried on replying to everyone else until I saw my dads name pop up at the top of the screen, I clicked on the message to see what he wanted since he never congratulated me on my games “ Jessica your mother has passed away this afternoon in hospital, she had tripped over at work and hit her head… the doctors said it was anything serious but kept her there just for precaution… she passed away a few hours later, I’m so sorry Jessica, you’ve made your mother so proud and I know she will be looking over you in heaven” I just stood there looking down at my phone whilst my eyes started to water “I’m back babe” Leah said walking into the kitchen after finishing in the shower, I didn’t reply, I wasn’t trying to be rude I just couldn’t my whole body was frozen “babe” Leah said coming closer to me, putting a hand on my arm and looking over my shoulder to read the message “omg shit, Jess are you okay?” Leah spoke softly pulling me into her arms, I didn’t like this at all I hate showing my feelings and I hate crying in front of people I did to get away from this house and away from Leah for at least a few hours is what my mind was thinking, I pulled my self away from Leah’s arm and with out saying anything started to make my way to our front door “ Jess where are you going?” Leah said following me to the door “ I can’t be here right now le” I quietly said to Leah and with that I walked out of the door and into the pitch black.

I was walking the streets of London, nobody else was walking around and there was only a few cars on the streets, I walking round the local cafe place the team and I go to every week when I car pulled up next to me “brooks what you doing walking around by yourself and where’s Leah” I immediately knew that was Lia because she always called me by my last name “ oh hey Wally, I’ve just gone on a walk to get away from mine and Leah’s house, don’t worry about me I’ll be make home soon, go home and relax” I said to Wally with a fake smile trying to encourage her that I was fine “not a chance, now come get in I’m taking you home” Wally said unlocking the car doors “seriously Wally I’m fine please go home and relax” I pleaded with her “ get in the car now” Wally said with a serious tone, I slowly got in to the car and just stared out of the window, we soon pulled up to mine and Leah’s house, I got out of the car and said thank you to Wally, she waited until I got into the house before leaving.

I tried to be as quite as I could shutting the door hoping that somehow Leah had fallen asleep so I didn’t have to talk to her until the morning “ hey” Leah said quietly, I jumped out of skin and turned around “ Jesus you scared the shit out of me Leah” I said trying to avoid the subject that was about to be said “I’m going to go to bed” I said trying to get past Leah but of course she didn’t move and pulled me into her arms and took us to the sofa “ talk to me Jess” Leah said taking my hand and rubbing it softly “ I can’t Leah you know how I get when I have to talk about my feelings” I said not making eye contact with Leah, she used her hands and moved my head so that I was looking at her “ I’m your girlfriend Jess, please open up to me” Leah pleaded with me “ I just feel so empty le, like I have no emotion let I’m crying, I feel tired and drained and I feel weak, I hate this so much people are going to see im vulnerable Leah, I don’t want that to happen because it just reminds me of what my dad would say to me eveytime I cried when i was younger at home” i quickly said hoping to get this over with quickly, Leah pulled me into her chest “ your not weak, your the strongest girl I know Jessica, I’m so happy you talked about your feeling with me because I will tell you what, it’s a lot better telling someone then bottling it up in here” Leah said point at my heart, I moved myself so I was laying on top of Leah, she started to run her hands through my hair, I felt my eyes close slowly “ I love you Leah, so much and thank you for everything” I whispered “ your the one for me Jess, I love you so much” Leah said kissing my head and that’s how I feel asleep in my Leah’s arms in our house

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Hey guys I’m sorry if there is any mistakes or spelling mistakes I struggle a lot with writing stuff so bare with me!! Tell me what you think to this!!

Also this is so different to wattpad, like I didn’t know how to end it and I keep thinking to my self I could live it on a cliffhanger and write the next chapter lol 😂

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #woso x reader

[honeybeedewdrops]

G-Loc | P. Mitchell

Summary: You're helping Maverick with an exercise and it doesn’t go to plan.

Warnings: Going down in an aircraft.

A/N: Hey guys I'm back and so I hope you like this. I also am putting the fishing touches on my first ever request. I'll be posting that later this week once I think its perfect as always thank you.

-Honey Bee

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You sat on yours and Maverick's bed reading a book before bed. You set your book down the minute Maverick came in ready for bed as well.

He looked deep in thought as he laid looking up at the ceiling "what's on your mind" "Lot's of things" "anything I can help with?" You ask leaning on your elbow. "No, but I would like your help tomorrow in an exercise" you nod "ok and what is this exercise" "pulling G's" you nod. You hated pulling hard G's but for Maverick you'd do anything. You both fell asleep tomorrow on your minds.

**

The next day you both got to the base and walk into the classroom. "Good Morning, Many of you know Admiral Y/N "Y/CS" Mitchell they will be helping me today" You nod to the class before Maverick goes on. "We have 10 days until the uranium enrichment plant is stocked. The plant is at the base of two mountains. Your target is 3 meters tall and 3 Meters wide" Maverick starts. He explains the part before the steep climb thats when you really start to listen. You knew the plan of the mission but this was a good refresher. "You will have a steep climb up the second mountain and the g's are pulled so hard that 1600 pounds of force is imposing on your lungs"

"How many g's are we going to pull?"

"9 minimum" and Maverick smiled walking out you close behind.

Most of the time you had watched giving pointers but Maverick had you fly close behind a couple as if you were a fighter jet after them.

You were on your last round and Your body was starting to get tired you had pulled so many G's but this was the last one so you pulled through.

As you were going up your vision started to get blurry and you couldn't see you then feel something drip down your nose. You lift your hand up and pull it away seeing blood. "I-I-I think--" you say as it started going black.

It was super scary you could hear the voices yelling but it was faint you knew it was bad hear Maverick's panicking voice. You feel your vision coming back and you had just enough strength to pull the ejection handles as everything went black again.

You woke up to beeping and someone's hand in yours. You groan hearing the beeping speed up everything hurt. You open your eyes and hear snoring you look to your left seeing Maverick in the chair sound asleep. You snort at how dumb he looked. You look up seeing a nurse come in "oh good you're awake. You took quite a fall you have two bruise ribs, a concussion, and a fractured ankle." she says checking your vitals. You nod now knowing how serious this was.

You jump as Maverick shoots up out of his chair clearly having a nightmare. He looks to you and sees you awake. "Y/N thank god you're awake I thought I lost you" He says pulling you into a hug making you hiss in pain. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry" You give him a pained smile. "it's ok. i'm fine and I'm not going anywhere" Maverick smiles at that and gives you a kiss. "Y/N I'm sorry I should have known making you do that many G's at a time would do a toll" "Maverick Honey look it's not your fault I should have known. I should have said I wasn't feeling good enough for that last one what's done is done" "but--" "no but's Maverick I am higher rank than you so as your boss and your partner I want you to stop blaming yourself" He sighs but obeys.

The nurse leaves and says to call if you're in too much pain and she'll see what she can do. The rest of the night was spent cuddling and spending as much time together before falling asleep in each others arms.

A few days later you were released and made a speedy recovery.

#top gun maverick #maverick x reader #top gun #tom cruise #pete mitchell x y/n #pete maverick mitchell #maverick imagine #top gun x reader

[mugeesworld]

Rules / Master Lists! ♥︎

Not in the best mental state currently. I want to start writing again soon but it doesn't fit into my schedule sadly. With Summer coming up I might have time tho! Thank you for looking at my page! Feel free to still leave requests tho! I'll come back to them🫶- May 18 23

Small introduction~

Hi there! Welcome to my page! Please refer to me as M or mugee! I'm 19! He/she pronouns. You can refer to me as a man or woman but Im not a woman....yeah. I feel like a man but I don't fully wanna be one. YUH. I would prefer to be referred to as dude, man, bro tho. But calling me stuff like girly is fine makes me giggle. Im still new to this app so please bare with me! I have a wattpad if you are interested! (It's the same user name) I'm open to writing anything! But mostly do head cannons:D. I'm plus size and cater to writing for the plus size community since it does get enough representation. If you are plus size please stick around! Id love to be your mutual♥︎! I write as a out let and to make people happy. I absolutely love helping the plus size community feel more loved/ making them happy! Cause everyone is truly beautiful and I want YOU to know that! Feel free to read if you're not plus size though. (I have my eye on you though.... No hateful comments) My blog is a safe place for everyone! Unless your racist, homophobic, fatphobic, etc. You will be blockedꈍᴗꈍ. Feel free to message me! I love chatting with people! Also if you want to me mutuals just ask! I swear I won't bite!!! I talk about random stuff on here sometimes. Like random random. I one made a post about women and how beautiful they are. And it wasn't small. IT WAS BIGGGGG. I love women.

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I'm pan romantic (finds every gender hot) demi sexual (yes that's a real sexuality. It's when you have to have a strong bond before doing anything sexual. Sorta like friends to lovers) that being said I can do any gender character. No preference.

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I'm in school so I don't have all the time in the world! Along with ya know my everyday life. So I write at night lol!

I do mostly one piece but I can do others! (Please read the post I linked a little bit above for all the anime's I do)

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I like pink. I use Pinterest to find all these cute little things. Or I find a pic I want. (Not someone else's art. Usually a piece of manga) then go to the picstar app and put a pink tint on it! If I do ever accidentally post someone else's art PLEASE tell me. I would never do that on purpos. But if you draw about would like be to use your art I will happily do so and give you credit and all that :3

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[mossy-covered-bones]

I absolutely cannot contribute my fair share to an architecture discussion as I know 0 about it but I would be 100% happy to listen

No thats totally fine i spent almost two hours rambling w my mom abt sociopolitical associations of some styles and she isnt too familiar either

But uh. I have many opinions i would love to share. On roofs and silhouettes. Gods i have so many thoughts about roofs

I will say the passion projects ive done have focused on the us and the western influences so my familiarity w architecture is very eurocentric but alas

First off: im generally a fan of gabled roofs. I like the triangles. Around 20 degrees is probably ideal

Also like. Look at this house its beautiful. Italianate fucks so hard, look at those windows! The tower!

Italianate actually tends towards really shallow hipped roofs, which i really love. Im not a huge fan of hipped roofs but the low angles + floor variation really sells it

Places hipped roofs do NOT look cool are the steeper angles in more uniform roofs, like in the classic ranch style shapes. Look at them. Wheres the flavor. These guys never even have covered porches, just garages too big for the building theyre attached to. I have mixed feelings abt ranch style

Like look how much flavor suburban houses add to their roofs. Yes suburbs objectively suck and only the street side looks good but the street side looks Very Good. All the gables and the intersections between the two different directions and that nice shaped dormer on the left. Huge fan of gabled dormers, the slanted roofed ones just dont hit the same

Also, and dont hate me for this, but i dont like craftsman style houses. Look at them. Their roofs arent as steep as suburban houses, w the 35-45 degree roofs necessary to provide enough variation between the many sections. Theyre just less interesting and so overdone—its like every western states upper middle class nuclear family ever, yknow? The style and colors have so little variation. You can do better, more inspired styles with those large wooden beams

Okay but back to silhouettes—one thing that never fails to improve a building are towers. Just look at the square italianate towers above, and look at the romantic area ~ideal fantasy castle~

(Fun fact the second picture is schloss newschwannstein. Ive been there its awesome and they really lean in ti the romantic aesthetic)

Like they add these nice little variations in form and height, rounded areas in seas of rectangles, and theyve got those awesome pointed roofs. Whats not to love, towers never lose. Also i just really love romantic architecture

Plus like. Scottish baronial style? Its romantic AND victorian inspired. Doesnt get any sexier than that

Look at the roof lines, the formers, the shapes. And those little tower protrusions on the right one, the tourelles? Those look so cool and theyve VERY typical to this style i love it. I love all the little variations of romanticism, especially the quainter Arts and Crafts style the gardens are always so beautiful

I am unfortunately out of image space so uh. Please feel free to ask me follow up questions! I love talking abt this shit and i have SO many opinions. And i love talking in general

Im trying ti get better at identifying styles rn too so lotsa wikipedia and photos its great

#no id #sev rambles #architecture #its talking about architecture again #gods i love romanticism it really has no losses

[leastdatablebracket]

ROUND 2, MATCH 18

Propaganda under the cut!

Cameron Conner

Propaganda

very religious and judgmental about the witches in the town - especially because the playable character is a witch

Shane

Propaganda

He is absolutely rude to your character, for like a looooooong time. And when you finally romance him, his room that he adds to your house is a alcoholic hellhole filled with empty cans. You cannot get rid of this room, it is there forever.

Man is literally a severe alcoholic when you meet him. He needs therapy not romance… 

Beer

Alcoholic 

His room is dirty, he goes back to being an alcoholic, and he's not attractive

he hates you until you start dating, will call you ugly, looks like he smells

I just think he's overrated 

ive got personal beef with this man i married him once on one of my save files and it was the only time ive ever divorced a character in stardew valley

HIS ROOM WHEN YOU GET MARRIED IS LITERALLY THE WORST. IT'S A DIFFERENT WOOD GRAIN FROM THE REST OF THE HOUSE, THERE'S DIRTY FOOT STEPS IN THERE CONSTANTLY, AND HE HAS A SPILLED SODA CAN ON A CARPET. 0/10, I HATE HIS ROOM.

more propaganda for shane as one of the submissions notes he is implied to have become an alcoholic again after you get married or he at least has enough random lines about drinking alcohol or plans to drink alcohol to make it seem like thats what's happening which doesnt pair well with his 14th heart event which intentionally makes the farmer and marnie think that hes drinking again n the reveal is that actually hes just been playing video games but legit he will still say stuff that comes across as him having a drinking problem after the event (divorced him cause i kept getting those lines after i got his 14th heart event n it genuinely just made it seem like he was lying to his spouse and marnie about his drinking problem) also throwing stones from glass houses cause shane ALSO kisses the farmer unexpectedly during his 10 heart event the main difference is that you're allowed to be uncomfortable when elliott does it while with shane it just assumes you'd be fine with suddenly being kissed n then has the farmer kiss him back elliott's 10th heart event is sucky but that doesnt change that shane's 10th heart event also involves him kissing the farmer suddenly its just portrayed positively

Anti-Propaganda

YEAH, HES KINDA RUDW AT FIRST, ITS CALLED DEPRESSION (AND HE APOLOGIZES LATER IN THE STORY TOO). He pushes the player away beacuse he doesn't want to get attached, he's an alcoholic bcs his life is pretty shit. He takes care of Jas, who's not his kid but I think he's her God father (I'm really not sure, either way, he's her legal Guardian) beacuse her parents fricking died. Literally the only job available in this horrible town is JOJA MART where let's be honest, he's treated like trash, additionally If you go with the community centre route, you take his job away from him. AND HE DOES GET BETTER WITH DRINKING. In his 6 heart event you find him next to a cliff, drunk, where he tells you how his life is a (quoting) pathetic joke and why shouldn't he just roll off this cliff right now. Afterwards he asks you to get him to a hospital, next day he comes to apologize for the whole thing beacuse in his mind It was embarassing, even though he doesn't remember most of it, and tells you that HE DOES GET THERAPY, he got himself a therapist! All he needed to change was a bit of your support, its not that you fix him either, he's the one that chooses to go to therapy, he's the one that chooses to stop drinking, after marrige he almost completly replaced alcohol with soda, which, yeah not the best, but its a step in the right direction, people don't change overnight. I have nothing in his rooms defence, I hate it with burning Passion as well. Of course I don't expect It to be clean, he's still a person with depression, but the alcohol dialogue is unnecessary, feels like the game kinda forgot abt his arc, but that's rlly the only bad thing in my opinion. I feel like most people who hate him don't understand depression and character growth.

#round 2

[prettyinpink350]

Because I liked a boy

Warnings: illusion to sex, cheating, crying steve is a real jerk, mention to boob jobs? Thats all I think, oh and A LOT of angst

You didnt know he was married..

It hurt seeing him all over her when last night he was next to you promising the world. She was everything you were not, her hair color was the opposite of yours and her height was totally different partially like the two of you were from different planets.

The big rock that sat on her hand told you all you needed to know, steve Rogers was a cheater.

You looked away from the picture perfect couple the sight too madding.

I said I wanted thin mints and you said you knew a guy

You showed up with a boom box and stars in your eyes

Who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless?

We bonded over black eyed peas and complicated exes

"Oh oh steve look we should get some?!" You said while the Christmas lights dazzled in the city, the two of you walking when you spotted the thin mints from a girl scout booth.

He chulcked at how cute you were. "Well let's go get some!"

Fell so deeply into it

It was all so innocent

Now you stood in dress that was big enough to hold all the lies and secrets he said, it fit you perfectly.

Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut

I got death threats filling up semi trucks

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked-

I'm a hot topic on your tongue

I'm a rebound gettin' 'round stealin' from the young

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

You stayed far from Captain America and mrs America. You knew deep down that you had to right to hate her but you did because she was perfect. And the perfect man needs a perfect wife. Not a mutant.

You sat in the ballroom with so many guests here for the stark gala. You said hello to everyone you knew and talked to some new people your eyes never tried to find him. And if you did get a glimpse you would walk the other way.

I'm not catastrophizing

Everything's derailing

Was only tryna hold you close

While your heart was failing

It's not internet illusions just

two kids going through it

You said I'm too late to be your first love

But I'll always be your favorite

Until his eyes found you, his breath was gone like smoke in the rain. You were what he wanted but he knew better, mr. Perfectly fine needs a mrs perfectly okay. He knew what he was doing was wrong but he lost so much and for once he wanted to be selfish.

He almost went back in time to be with his first love but bucky didn't deserve that and she was only first many, more were to come. He wished that it wasn't you, he wished he could go back and change the way he took his own happiness. It laid in you not her.

She was what people wanted to see him with, a white girl who was smart with rich parents, a girl that started to get botox at 18. The "perfect" suburban dream a hot wife with fake boobs.

You walked to the bathroom tears were threatening to leak. "Y/n" he said as he raced after you.

"Your married! You cheating scumbag get away from me!" You yelled tears now falling.

"I'm so sorry bumblebee" he tried to reach you but you moved back.

"Why?! What was the point?!" You said anger in your eyes.

"Why what?" He yelled back getting frustrated at how his life turned out but he was taking it out on you.

"Why tell me you love me when you dont mean it! Why make me love you when you knew I could never be with you! All this time I talked about living with you and sharing my life and dreams our future! You let me look like a fool."

"I do love you and I want to be with you! I do!" He yelled tears now running down his face as well.

"But I'm not good enough, you love me but your to afraid to say to the world so you would rather be with someone who you dont! All because your afraid!" You yelled back.

"I-i" he didnt get to finish.

"You know it's funny, your brave enough to fight aliens and wars but not enough to love me openly"

You walked away from him. A love affair that scorned the two. A man to afraid.

Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut

I got death threats filling up semi trucks

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked

I'm a hot topic on your tongue

I'm a rebound gettin' 'round stealin' from the young

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

All because I liked a boy

Fell so deeply into it

It was all so innocent

Dating boys with exes

No, I wouldn't recommend it

I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut

I got death threats filling up semi trucks

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

And all of this for what?

When everything went down we'd already broken up

Please tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

All because I liked a boy

#captain america au #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #mean steve #steve rogers angst #dark steve rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers #dark captain america #steve rogers x female reader #Spotify

[sleepless-rain]

Haikyuu radio drama - Track 3 ″Interclass Match” [TRANSLATION]

Karasuno Haikyuu radio club! Original radio drama (script written by Furudate Haruichi!)

[These are fan translations. I do not consent to anyone using them for videos fanclips etc because these will be sold at a later date via CD please support the original by purchasing them when they are released.]

TRANSLATION BELOW CUT

You can listen to it here!

( it starts at 36min 47seconds)

[Radio drama 3: Class Match]

H = Hinata Shoyo Y = Yamaguchi Tadashi

H: Yamaguchi! Y: Oh! H: Did you see the volleyball class match? Y: Yeah! Class 2-1 were really strong. Tanaka-senpai really turned into the coach from hell there directing the baseball club. H: I wanted to join in those volleyball matches too! Y: No, they're interclass matches for a reason! If Kageyama ended up in one he'd do his best to hold back but then acidentally put in too much strength into a direct attack or a block enough to make everyone scatter or something like that. H: Like....the monster, despite wanting to make friends with humans, doesnt know how to control his power and acidentally crushes them? Y: Huh... ahh...I guess so...wait no, why did you have to come up with such a sad example!? H: What are you going to compete in? Y: For me, I'll be in the basketball later. How about you Hinata? H: I'll be in the soccer later! Also Hamaya is out today so I'll be hios replacement for baseball! Y: You sure are making the rounds! H: I guess so! Y:Oh! Dodgeball is starting! H:Oh! Its class 1-4 versus class 1-3. Oh my! Pfffttt... Y: Hey! Don't laugh! H: Same to you! It's Tsukishima versus Kageyama! Will they be alright? Has anyone died yet? Y: Shhh!! Look, we got glared at! Tsukki wasn't looking forward to dodgeball but he lost at rock-paper-scissors and it came down to choosing between creative dance and dodgeball. He ended up choosing dodgeball. H: Heeheehee! This is a sight to behold! He looks almost as annoyed as the time Bokuto kneed him from the back and he got his drink all over his face! Y: Kageyama is rearing to go! He's doing warm up's non-stop. He's doing warm up's non-stop!! Does he really need to jump like that!? He's jumping really high?! You don't need to jump like that in dodgeball!? He jumping like a person thats call in to be a substitute player! H: I guess he's in charge of the jump ball. Ah, I'm right. Y: Tsukki looks like he's really hating it. No, you can't do anything about it! There's nothing you can do about it, just play Tsukki! It's impossible for a 190cm volleyball club member to turn down the jump ball! H: They're glaring at each other so hard! Tsukishima is taking every opportunity to look down on Kageyama.Looking down super hard! Y: It's starting. It's starting!

*Whistle blows*

Y: Ah!!! Damn the ball got taken! H: The ball is class 1-3's. Kageyama's smug face is amazing. Kagesmugface Tobio! Y: Tsukki! Dodge it! H: Well he is a big target. Y: Those jerks in class 1-3, they're all just aiming at Tsukki!! H&Y: Oh! He recieved it! H: He was ready for it, and he caught it himself! Y: Nice recieve Tsukki! H: I see, so the ball he recieves either he or his teammates can catch it. Y: I saw this in Hunter x Hunter! H: Ughh!!! Tsukishima's smug face!! Smugishima Kei! Y: Go class 1-4! It's time to fight back! H: Kageyama's "I can do that too" face! He's definitely going to do it, he's definitely going to do it! See he did it! Kageyama did a recieve. Y: Oh... ahh he returned it near the net...not that there is one. H: If this was a match that would be a perfect first ball return. Y: But there's no one there! Ah, everyone’s just standing around... H: Kageyama's out~! Y: He should have returned it upwards so he could have caught it himself. H: A forced A pass*, even though he's always like "It doesn't have to be near the net". Y: If you can return an A pass then an A pass is fine. H: To be expected of Kageyama. Nice A pass Kageyama! OWAH!! He's totally glaring at me.

A pass = A pass returned to the setter so the setter doesnt have to move to the ball to make a set.

#leo translation #haikyuu #haikyuu broadcasting club #haikyuu radio #hinata shoyo #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio

[incarnateirony]

“…there’s a contingent of VERY bitter shipping/meta people that screamed I was *too arrogant* about the authors or alchemy interpretation, because *they* had brought *their* moby dick meta or whatever and Jensen was like “?????? no?” Did Jensen shoot down the Chuck Won thing? I know someone was trying to give him a physical copy at the Phoenix con on behalf of its author.

IDK about Chuck Won yet, but look. I've been here a long, long time. What 2po has literally done is groom a dedicated cult server of people with agendas and biases.

The section I was talking about was the S14~ period that 2po *started* the "cult" screaming because tarot and alchemy meta. It's where those hysterics of his originated before he drifted his reasoning dramatically, as compulsive liars do.

Back in the day, people were all THATS JUST UR INTERPRETATION and I was like. no sorry it's just the show. UR SO ARROGANT!!! *OUR* meta got shot down what makes YOU better. IDK. Not trying to force a square peg through a round hole and writing about what they're actually doing. YOU CAN'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING yes I fuckin' can. OUR META GOT SHUT DOWN damn, sucks to suck. -- which, now you see, this is why he can't read or acknowledge the crew saying how much it all means while they tweet it out. This was the audience he played to with his cult hysterics first, before migrating the messaging to groom in other people with other biases and hate boners.

So anyway, you get bundles of Pissy Cool Girls mad about that. You get the banned server coup gremlins. You get the doxxy motherfuckers. You get the wincels, the bibros, and everyone trying to build their last stand of relevance. You shove them all in one server where they pretend "CANT WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?" fandom moderacy is a new concept nobody ever tried in 2022. And really they're more of a hatedom that plasters over charity work they were nearly forced into from heat. You know. Spend 50K at gold panel cons "for charity autos" to raise a whole 4K for the charity back. Why gold and not silver? Iunno.

spnscripthunt is some of the deepest bloated rot of the worst lanes of fandom and piloted heavily by people with agendas like that. Hell, wigglebox was someone banned for a bunch of shit like stalking jensen's personal private home address via tree triangulation (hilariously, 2po once tried to go OH YEAH WHAT ABOUT THIS and show... me looking at roofs in a general neighborhood in hawaii nobody lives at?). She stunted bad over the 15x20 scripts, got weird as fuck, bitched and moaned about The Purples cuz she couldn't get access in my server, then OH LOOK WHO'S IN THERE SUPPORTING 2PO BEING SALTY AS FUCK, I WONDER HOW THAT HAPPENED.

Don't forget when, among the many misguided doxxing or accusation attempts 2po has tried (doxxing the wrong person as mish related, screaming about the wrong patreon), 2po dragged another Winchesters fan hub account that he thought I was still involved with, but had left months ago. Why? Because if he got shrill he could divert them to WIGGLEBOX's Winchesters Updates, and she was fine with these attacks against Winchesters Hub.

It's literally a hatedom server that's been spitshined enough that people don't realize it going in, it puts on a nice mask, but if by the end you aren't hating on the show or engaging in doxxing people, are you really part of that server at this point? Regardless of what any individual users THINK they're doing, the mods explicitly cultivate that server to inspire bad biases and use their following for aggro hate attacks, anon storms, doxxing, and more, by warping information and keeping them segregated out of culture like an ACTUAL cult by telling them DONT GO ACTUALLY READ WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING, JUST READ WHAT I TELL YOU THEY ARE SAYING shit. Which is how you get people insisting I say things that are DEAD OPPOSITE my blog messaging. He only sends them to my blog long enough to dump hate anons. Or attack a Winchester hub. Or attack a user. Or doxx a person. Or threaten a person.

[gladfang]

rating league of legends skins but it’s just rhaast

original: 8/10 the solid classic. simple and incredibly well executed imo. i appriciate the skeletal elements of his face and back, plus the emphasis on how sharp he is. literally every edge of him is sharp and dangerous and thinking about that with his backstory makes me feel insane. even if aatrox’s lore change came first rhaast was the origin of the new darkin and it gets SO much credit for that alone. i wish they’d kept that glowing gaping maw in his chest, that ruled

soulhunter: 9/10 I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER SEEN THIS SKIN UPCLOSE UNTIL RIGHT NOW AND IF I DIDNT HATE HOW IT LOOKS ON BASE KAYN IT’D BE THE ONLY ONE I USE. i adore the flesh and nature elements like the horns looking like tree branches and the duller armour texture, as well as the scythe literally being a MOUTH. THIS RULES. it only loses points because idk the like...Avian feet creep me out. also idk im mixed on the fact he’s showing skin that looks so human qoute unqoute

oydssey/dark star: 7/10 okay i really appriciate what they did with this skin and i love his stupid fishbowl head and like gold decals not really being a face. i also love the textured chest and the gradiant its just that... im not a dark star girl. dark star is a fine skin line, like i enjoy the concept, but idk compared to how GOOD base kayn looks in this skin and the other human characters of the morning star rhaast is just Alright

dawnbringer: 6/10 im being stingy by marking it so low i’m just... i’m furious at the wasted potential of the skin. the trailer promised a more human-esque rhaast to compliment a more demonic kayn and then didn’t deliver... and i do understand thats a model issue rather than a SKIN but it just soured it for me. i also think this skin was just kind of boring, and it didnt feel like either of them? i will give riot props for establishing rhaast is a dawnbringer though, that made me feel so warm u would not believe

snow moon: 10/10 RIOT’S NEVER GOING TO GIVE ME SHIT AGAIN AND YKNOW WHAT? I CANT COMPLAIN BECAUSE GOD THE WAY THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME. THE PAINTED MASK, THE DEMONIC HUMAN APPENDAGES, THE COLOUR SCHEME (CHROMAS INCLUDED). riot heard me asking where blood moon kayn was and were like ‘here. now NEVER ask us for anything else ever again’ and this skin was so cool i might genuinely do that. im not even taking points off for how boring as shit his scythe is

bonus round:

100/10 legends of runterra: i’m not even that ashamed to say it. the first time i saw this? outloud moaned. i have a witness, they want to divorce me over it, i’m fine with that because with this i don’t NEED anyone else - this is everything i could ever want. this isn’t a critisism really but my only complaint is it took away elements from the original base design, such as smoothing out the sharp edges and removing some of the bestial traits by pointing it more towards...living armor? but i actually enjoy both of those things equally as much as a seperate concept, and if this WAS his base design i wouldn’t be saying make him sharper so it still gets the highest score. this is a rhaast that could hold me in his arms and isnt that what ive always wanted?

#league posting