#i’m making it sound very dramatic here but it’s straight up helped me so much with my anxiety

[lordprettyflackotara]

if u think i’m pretty || chris sturniolo

SMUT. 18+. Minors DNI. tw: hate fucking. lots of it. bickering while fucking? idk you get the gist. finally got around to writing about chris. can you believe i scrapped like 5 fics? 🥴 yeah me either! also, sequel with matt if yall want it ;)

“Christopher fucking Sturniolo!”

Your words were laced with venom, the staircase rumbling beneath you as you stomped upstairs. Faintly you could hear Matt call out for you, your mind too filled with rage to hear him properly.

Pornographic moans flooded your eardrums as you reached Chris’s room, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head. Your closed fist rattled his door, the dramatic moans coming to a screeching halt.

“Open the fucking door dickwad!” You screamed. Impatiently you tapped your foot, deciding he was taking too long. You grabbed the door handle, (surprised to find it unlocked), and swung the door open.

It was almost comical watching Chris and a girl you didn’t know scramble to get themselves dressed.

“What the fuck are you doing in here? Get the fuck out! Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?” Chris spat, shoving his gray sweatpants on. For a brief moment you felt bad for the girl, her waterline filling with tears. She was just one of many you had seen this week. You grabbed a shirt you presumed to be hers, handing it to her. You took a deep breath, containing your anger as you looked at her.

“Please get dressed and for the love of God, find someone better to fuck,” You sighed. The blonde was gone in a flash, practically sprinting out of Chris’s room. You crossed your arms, shooting lasers out of your eyes as you glared at the brunette across from you. Oh, only if looks could kill.

“I’m not believing my phone magically teleported into the dishwasher of all places,” You snarled. Your phone had been missing for six hours straight, your iphones location still saying it was at the triplets house. You had dragged Matt and Nick all around their house, searching from the ceiling to the floor. When you had finally accepted defeat, you had opened the dishwasher to grab a bowl to make a snack.

And to your displeasure, your phone was sopping wet, sitting in plain sight on the rack.

“You have zero proof I did that, literally zero,” Chris argued. Your eyes briefly flickered to his exposed chest, the amount of skin throwing you off. You shook your head, showing Chris your ruined phone. “Really? Because I can’t recall the last time you did dishes but you magically did them last night,” You snapped. Chris shrugged nonchalantly, a cocky smirk creeping across his lips.

“What can I say? I figured i’d help out the household,”

That’s it.

You chucked your phone at him, the brunette dodging the attack by seconds. It was ruined away, even the rice method was unable to save your phone. It smacked against the wall, the sound making Chris jump. “Maybe your phone wouldn’t be ruined if you weren’t having very LOUD phone sex with your boyfriend!” Chris yelled. You threw your hands up in the air, completely dumbfounded. “What are you talking about? Why would I ever-” You began arguing, before it clicked.

You weren’t having phone sex with anyone, that was for sure. But you stayed over at the Sturniolo household frequently, to the point where you were there more often than you were home. As much as Chris drove you insane, you couldn’t deny how attractive he was. The concept of the attraction being forbidden, soured by years and years of bickering, did something inside of you.

You could feel heat rushing to your cheeks, even though you didn’t want it to. Chris snickered at your loss of words, shooting you a genuine smile. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He teased. In a swift motion you dashed across the room, your palm connecting with his cheek. Your tension with Chris had never gone beyond yelling. He had never crawled under your skin so much before, embarrassment seeping over you as you thought about the whole house hearing what he said.

A long pause silenced the room, the sound of the slap echoing through out your ears. Chris took a moment to process what you had just done, before his sharp gaze meant yours. His hand flew to your throat, gripping the sides as he threw you against the nearest wall. The air was knocked out of your lungs, your body in fight or flight mode. He easily towered over you, his sharp blue eyes filled with rage.

“You’re such a fucking whore,” Chris grumbled. He squeezed the sides of your neck harder, a whimper escaping your lips. His grip loosened, his attention fully dedicated to the sound you had made. The brunette tilted his head to the side curiously, as if he hadn’t believed what he just heard. “Did you just whimper?” He questioned. You shook your head no, Chris’s knee spreading your legs apart. Testing the waters, he brought his face closer to yours.

“You know, your little stunt prevented me from finishing earlier. Perhaps you’d like to help me out,” Chris purred, the glint of lust in your eyes telling him everything he needed to know. You rolled your eyes, your heart beginning to race as his body pressed against yours. “If you’re going to kiss me get on with it before I change my mind,” You said plainly. Chris’s grip on your throat tightened, your airway becoming restricted.

“You’ve always been a mouthy one,” He muttered, roughly bringing his lips to yours.

Chris hated how good you tasted, how good you smelled. He hated how your skin always looked so soft, your lips so plump. He despised how confident you were, always charging into everything in your life head first. What Chris actually liked, was that you challenged him. He knew that his infatuation with you wasn’t actually feelings, just raw and untamed lust. But fuck, with your lips against his, it made him want to change his mind.

The two of you clawed off each other’s clothes, discarding the clothing to the floor. Chris’s tongue swiped across your lower lip, before sliding inside. His kisses were rough and sloppy, your body addicted to the electricity he made run down your spine. You pushed him harshly against the bed, his back hitting the soft mattress underneath him.

You straddled him quickly, attempting to take control of the situation. Ever so slowly you grinded your wet cunt against his exposed shaft, a groan escaping his lips. Chris cockily put his hands behind his head, admiring you. “Go ahead, get yourself off just by grinding on me. You can do it pretty girl,” Chris instructed. You felt heat dash across your cheeks at the sound of his praise, your hips moving seemingly on their own.

Curses left your lips as you threw your head back. “Making me get myself off since you can’t do it? Figures,” You managed to say, your movements becoming more desperate. Chris leaned forward on his elbows, watching your cunt slide up and down his shift. “I’d watch your words ma, i’ll overstimulate you until you’re nothing but a cock craving whore,” Chris warned. His warning felt real, the threat in it seeking genuinely true. Even if you didn’t want to believe it.

Chris bit his bottom lip as you shamelessly grinded against him, every little movement providing pleasure to your clit. “You really think i’d fuck as many girls as I do if I couldn’t make them cum? I thought you were supposed to be smart,” Chris said coldly, mockingly tilting his head to the side. Your gaze landed back on the man beneath you, ignoring his cock in between your folds. “Yeah? I thought I was supposed to be overstimulated by now. What happened to that?” You challenged.

He was quick to change positions, your back landing against the mattress before you could think. He roughly spread your thighs apart, shoving two fingers into your cunt. A gasp of surprise was ripped from your throat, his spare hand resuming its place as your personal collar. Chris’s name spilled off of your lips as his fingers curled inside of you, his name becoming a sinful mantra. “What happened? Not so cocky now are we?” Chris taunted, watching you fall apart on his fingers.

The sight of you was enough to make his cock throb, his body craving attention. Chris remained focused, determined to corrupt you. “Open your fucking mouth slut,” Chris ordered. You so without a second thought, flattening your tongue across your bottom lip. He gripped your face harshly, leaning over and spitting into your mouth. “Swallow it,” He growled, watching you intently. You did as you were told, swallowing his saliva. You felt humiliated as it slid down your throat, the feeling euphoric.

“Thats a good girl, now why don’t you cum on my fingers for me? Hmm?” Chris asked. His words of praise made the rope inside of you snap, your orgasm washing over you without warning. Your vision went white, your thighs trembling as Chris removed his fingers from your aching cunt. You watched as he sucked them clean, maintaining eye contact with you as he did so.

Still coming down from your high, you put every last bit of energy into rolling your eyes. “Are you going to fuck me or just stare?” You asked. Chris’s cocky smile fell, replaced with a frown. “Nothings ever good enough for you, is it?” He replied, crawling on top of you. He brushed the tip of his cock up and down your folds teasingly, enjoying hearing you audibly whine for him. “Why’d you destroy my phone?” You asked, your coherent thoughts interrupted by him shoving himself inside of you.

You both moaned in unison, the unholy sounds vibrating off of the walls. “Why’d you decide to have phone sex in my house?” Chris gritted out, sliding himself further into you. He had more girth than you expected, your walls struggling to accommodate his size. “I asked you first dipshit,” You spat, fighting back a groan as he slid in further. Chris could feel your walls spasming around his cock, the sensation enough to make him cum right then and there. But he knew you’d never let him live it down.

“Yeah? Well I asked you second,” Chris replied, bottoming out inside of you. The tip of his shaft brushed against your g spot, the slightest movement of his hips making you whimper. “If you must know I wasn’t having phone sex, dumbass,” You said honestly. Chris pulled his hips back at a teasing rate, entertaining the argument. “Yeah? So what were you doing?” He questioned, doubting what you were saying. His hips bucked back into yours, hitting your g spot purposefully slow. He was drawing his thrust out, enjoying the sight of you squirming beneath him.

“I-I was thinking of you, alright? Now are you going to fuck me or what?” You rambled, embarrassed by your confession. Chris paused for a moment, soaking in your words. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. “Is that so? Well, I destroyed your phone because I got jealous. You belong under me, just like this, taking my cock,” Chris purred, ignoring the embarrassment of his own confession. He pulled back slightly, allowing the two of you to make eye contact.

Out of breath and desperate, both of you panted as you stared into each other’s eyes. “Well, in that case, you better get on with it,” You said weakly. The same cocky smile that you hated plastered across his lips, his hips bucking into yours quickly. Your nails dug into his back as his hips continued to slam into yours, his cock buried inside of your cunt. Chris couldn’t hold back his own groans, your walls milking his cock dry.

With glazed eyes he met your gaze, relishing in the sound of your groans, chanting his name. “Open your mouth for me,” He ordered, his cock abusing your cervix. Chris enjoyed that you didn’t hesitate, obeying him without a second thought. He put two fingers into your mouth, shoving them as far back as he could. “Now fucking suck them slut,” He growled. With each degrading word you squeezed him harder, your body snitching on your hidden desire.

“You look so pretty like this, when you aren’t yapping that mouth of yours,” He huffed. A painful whine came from his lips, your nails purposefully digging deeper into his back. You pathetically bobbed your head up and down on his fingers, concealing your smirk as you heard him in audible pain. Chris slithered his spare hand down to your cunt, drawing fast and sloppy circles around your clit.

“Go on, cum for me. Cum on my cock like the good girl you are for me,” Chris panted. The extra sensation was enough to make you throw your head back, Chris’s fingers still lodged in your mouth. Your warning of your orgasm was muffled, your thighs shaking violently under him. The sight was going to be burned into Chris’s memory forever, the feeling of your cunt spasming around him giving him an undeniable ego boost. He fucked you through your orgasm, becoming preoccupied with chasing his own.

His fingers roughly grabbed your waist, fucking you rougher. “Shit, i’m gonna cum,” He admitted. Chris watched, mesmerized as his cock slid in and out of your cunt. “Where do you want it?” He asked, his hips beginning to stutter. You grabbed him by his throat, dragging him towards you. You put your mouth next to his ear, smirking as you told him, “Inside of me.”

You filthy fuck. For the first time your name fell from Chris’s lips as he came, his warm seed flooding your cunt. In unison you both tried to catch your breath, Chris carefully slipping out of you. The room was silent, besides desperate breathing, a knock came from Chris’s door.

“Yeah?”

“Your uh, doordash is here dude,” Matt said awkwardly. You could hear him place a bag in front of his bedroom door. “Thanks,” Chris replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Hey Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time maybe fuck a little quieter, Nicks pretty pissed.”

You exchanged glances with Chris, watching as he shoved on a shirt.

“You heard him, be quiet next time,”

“Next time? There won’t be a next time. Mr.I lasted thirty seconds.”

The sound of you two bickering made Matt roll his eyes, causing him to walk away. He wondered if you both would ever get married, or if you both would hate fuck forever. He shrugged at the idea, heading back downstairs. All Matt knew for sure, was that your moans made him cum the hardest he ever had. And that, was enough for him.

#chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x y/n #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

[un-pearable]

ngl one of the most useful things i’ve internalized from doing art online is never tell people what to criticize. don’t preemptively apologize for things or point out where you think you fumbled, it’s just priming people to notice minor issues that might not actually matter and hit you where you’re sensitive and throw you off your game. don’t tell people your weak points. if it’s a genuine problem they’ll point it out

#especially not if they’re the professor grading your assignment!!!!!!!!!! feel so bad for my friend #i cant tell him it now bc it’ll come across as mean but i feel so bad :( he kept apologizing for things he didn’t need to and it made him #seem unprepared. when he actually had 95% of what he needed and apologizing made it LOOK like he didn’t #text✨ #i’m making it sound very dramatic here but it’s straight up helped me so much with my anxiety #the above doesn’t apply if you’re looking for constructive criticism kr any thing #i’m very specifically talking about stuff like posting art online or giving a presentation or whatever

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I absolutely adore you and your writing, you truly have a gift!

Can I please request something with James Potter where readers anxiety is really bad and is super emotional cause pms and is just kinda struggling and needs to be dealt with the most gently? Totally not projecting much at all lol 😬😫����

Totally no pressure if you don’t feel up to it! I love reading anything you write ❤️❤️

Hi lovely, thanks so much!!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 772 words

“Here y’go, love.” James presses a mug’s handle into your hands, and you take it quickly once you realize he’s holding the hot sides. 

“James!” you hiss, chiding. “You’re going to burn yourself.”

Only James Potter could make a shrug seem fond. He sits down beside you on the couch, hand resting on your thigh, and the knee you hadn’t realized you’d been jiggling slows to a stop. 

“What’s eating you?” he asks mildly, rubbing you from knee to hip as he sips his tea, quietly hinting for you to do so as well. 

You sigh, blowing on your tea before raising it to your lips. “Nothing so important I should be this stressed about it,” you say bitterly. “It’s just PMS.” 

You hate how your hormones mess with you around this time of the month. It makes it feel like you can’t trust yourself, because you’re never sure if the emotions you’re experiencing are valid or amplified by your body’s punishing cycle. Your already oversensitive nerves go into overdrive, and you feel three times as susceptible to bouts of rage or crying, though which one it’ll be is as good as a coin toss. Everything is just more, and all the time, and it sucks. 

James makes a sad puppy sound. “Yeah? Are you hurting, honey?” 

“Not really.” You have a headache, but that’s probably more due to your anxiety than anything else. 

“Well, why don’t you try telling me what’s bothering you,” James suggests. “Even if you think it’s not a big deal, maybe I can help.” 

You sigh again, a heaving, dramatic exhale. “Macy’s having a birthday party this weekend.” 

That surprises a smile out of James, and he tilts his head to look at you bemusedly. “Oh, how nefarious! Shall we curse her?” 

You give him a look that says not funny, even as your own lips curl up slightly. James smothers his grin as best he can (which is to say, not very well), nodding at you seriously to continue. 

“I just—” you heave another sigh, and James’ hand redoubles its efforts on your leg, squeezing the fatty inner part encouragingly. “I’m not going to know anyone there, and I’m going to have to go straight after work on Friday, and she and her friends always stay out so much later than I want to. I just know I’m going to be exhausted.” 

“Okay.” James is nodding, still looking slightly confused. “So don’t go.” 

“But it’s her birthday,” you say, the last syllable taking an unexpected turn into whiny territory as your eyes grow wet. “I don’t have an excuse to miss it and I’ll be the worst friend in the world if I do.” 

“Sweetheart, hey.” James’ voice takes on a slight panicked edge due to the appearance of tears, though you can tell he’s trying to be soothing. His hand abandons your leg to snake around your waist, scrubbing up and down your side. “Honey, you’re a great friend. You’re just looking out for yourself a little bit,” he promises, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s think about who’s going to be more upset, alright? If you miss it, Macy might be a bit sad you didn’t come, but she’s still got all of her other friends who don’t know you anyway, and the party will probably go on as it would have. But if you go, you’ll have to hurry there straight after work, you might be too tired to be much fun, and you could end up miserable the whole night. Sound right?” You nod wretchedly, and he hums into your hair. “So just miss this one, and make it up to her with lunch or something another time, yeah?” At your hesitation, he adds, “You have plans Friday night, you can’t make it.” 

You look up at James. “I don’t have plans, though. I don’t want to lie to her.” 

“Sure you do, sweetheart,” he contradicts you, grinning. “You have plans with me, duh. You’ve only been friends with Macy for a couple months, right?” You nod. “Well then sorry, Macy, but I’m pulling rank.” You laugh, and James swoops down to kiss at your dimple when it appears. “I need my girl for Friday night. She’s pre-engaged.” 

James can never stop kissing once he’s gotten started, and you hide your cheek from him in his own chest, wrapping your arms around his waist in an awkward sort of hug. “Thanks, Jamie.” 

You can still hear the smile in his voice. “Anytime, my love. Now, since that’s been resolved, do you think you can drink your tea? It’s gonna get cold.”

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x self insert #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter fluff #james potter imagine #james potter oneshot #james potter drabble #james potter one shot #james potter scenario #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fanfic #marauders fic #the marauders era #marauders fandom #hp marauders

[mire1li]

Blade and Kafka got too silly!

Kidnappers shouldn't be... hot... right?... right? - Blade

Alternatively - Kafka's version!

You looked at the two people standing in front of you. Though they weren’t exactly paying attention, they were still there and whispering stuff amongst themselves. 

You recognised both to be Kafka and Blade from the Xianzhou wanted posters. Jing Yuan had warned you of possible dangers of the job he offered you. Being his secretary certainly wasn’t easy, and the situation you’d gotten yourself into wasn’t helping.

Nevertheless, you never expected to actually get kidnapped. Especially by those two. 

“Oh~ you’re awake” Kafka suddenly spoke up, bringing both hers, and Blade’s, attention to you. 

You quietly sighed and looked at the wall to your right. A simple, light grey wall, with a few scratches and indents. 

“Let me get straight to the point…” she continued, her tone switching to a more serious one as she walked closer to you. 

“We brought you here for information. Of course… Silver Wolf told me of your position, it’s quite easy to infer you know as much as that General does.” 

You could faintly hear Blade scoff in the background, as he stayed where he was. Though, ‘Silver Wolf’ was a name you didn’t recognise. In fact, you had no idea there was a third member of the stellaron hunters, which then brings about the question: are there more?

Deciding not to think about it too much, you looked back at Kafka and narrowed your eyes. 

“I have the right to remain silent” 

Kafka only chuckled as she heard your reply. 

“Maybe on the Xianzhou” she rejoiced, before turning around and walking back towards Blade, though stopping half-way for some reason. She turned to look over her shoulder at you before chuckling again. 

“So…-” she was about to say something, when a short girl with grey hair slammed the door open, holding a gaming console in her hands. 

“Kafka, you’d said you’d buy me that game today. Let’s go, you owe it to me.” She exclaimed, crossing her arms. 

“I did do that, didn’t I?” Kafka pondered 

“Well… I suppose i can come along. Let’s go, silver wolf!” She starts walking towards the door, when, out of nowhere, Blade draws his sword on her, stopping her from leaving.

He glared at her, making his annoyance clear. 

“And I’m supposed to stay here whilst you’re gone?” 

“That’s right. I’m sure you can handle this, Bladie. It’s not a difficult task to get information out of someone~” the woman grinned and pushed his sword to the side, casually continuing her walk to the shorter girl. 

“Well then, I’ll be leaving now. We’ll be gone a while, anyway… bye!~” she exclaimed, taking the girl, whom you now know to be Silver Wolf, with her and shutting the door. 

“Kafka…” he hissed, keeping his glare fixated on the door for a while. It was safe to say you felt… endangered… he certainly wasn’t happy, and if you didn’t cooperate, he’d probably turn to violence. Though you couldn’t be completely sure. You’d only heard stories about him from Jing Yuan. 

“So….” You dragged out the ‘o’ sound, causing him to turn his glare to you.

You chuckled nervously, as he sheathed his sword and went to sit down, seemingly gathering his thoughts before finally looking back at you. 

“Tell me what you know and we won’t have a problem.” Blade dictated, as if he wasn’t giving you a choice. However, you’re good at finding loopholes and getting out of such situations… as new as being kidnapped may be… 

You pretended to think for a while, glancing back at the slightly damaged wall to your right. 

“Hm… no… I don’t think I will” 

“I’m not giving you a say in the matter.” He immediately replied, in a harsher tone than before. 

“So unfortunate…” you said, sighing very over-dramatically. You could tell you were getting on his nerves, although, you didn’t really care.

You assumed that, since they want information, he won’t harm you in any way. 

Blade glared at you, sighing. 

“Tell me what you know. If you just hand over the information then you won’t have to stay here any longer.” 

“Tempting, tempting….” you repeated before adding “but what if I want to stay here?” 

“And why would you want that?” He asked, confused. 

You stood in silence for a moment, giving him a deadpan look.

“Have you even seen yourself?!” You exclaimed, using your hand to motion at him. Blade looked at you, his confusion not waning. 

“What?” He asked after a moment, still not understanding what you meant. 

You stood confidently, placing your hand on your chin, in a thinking pose whilst looking at him with a slight smirk. 

“Well, you heard me! There’s a whole 5-star meal sitting in front of me!” 

“What?” He asked again in slight disbelief, slightly sitting up in his seat. 

“What? I’m not wrong!” You laughed, looking him up and down before adding to your sentence. 

“My bad, 5 stars doesn’t cover it. However, 3 Michelin stars does!” 

He opened his mouth, as if to speak, though he remained silent. Blade leaned forward and placed his hands on his face, thinking for a moment. After a few minutes, he just barely moved his hands, enough to see you. He had a mix of emotions visible on his face, the most prominent one being absolute, utter confusion. 

“What? It’s not like I’m lying!” 

He began muttering something to himself, however it was so muffled that you could only make out a few words. 

“Don’t do…- irrational…- Kafka said…- important…” 

“What’re you muttering about?” You asked, curiously, as you walked a bit closer to him. 

“I’m trying my hardest not to get rid of you.” He replied, not even sparing you a glance. Though you most certainly could see just the faintest hint of a blush on his face. 

“Oh come on! You wouldn’t do that~” you retaliated, taking on a more teasing tone now.

“Only because-“ he tried replying, however, you decided to interrupt him mid-sentence.

“Say, do you wanna, like… go out sometime?” 

“Kafka was right…” he sighed “You’re absolutely insane.”

“No! I’m simply telling the truth.” You crossed your arms and leaned your weight on one foot. “That’s great. Yeah no, I’m not going out with you.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I said so.” 

You sighed, once again over-dramatically, and leaned against the nearest wall. 

“Alright, fine… but I’m not giving up any information that could betray the Luofu.” 

“I’m leaving the moment Kafka returns.” He sighed and sat up again, leaning against the back of the chair. He’s probably hoping for Kafka to return soon. 

However, she didn’t return as soon as he hoped. Kafka returned a few hours later, absolutely exhausted so she only came to check on the both of you, whom were sitting in silence. 

“Bladie, I’m going to bed. You stay here a while longer. I’m convinced Silvie won’t be of help to you. She had me buy her like 10 games!” She mumbled and waved, right as blade was about to leave when he saw her. Kafka shut the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone… again. 

“So… about my earlier proposition-”

“No. Shut up.”

#honkai star rail #hsr #gn reader #reader insert #hsr kafka #hsr blade #blade x reader #silver wolf #x reader #gender neutral reader #hsr x reader #blade x gender neutral reader #blade x you #jing yuan

[attractive-nuisance-esq]

Ed’s journey this season is going to perfectly mirror addiction and recovery, and I am so fucking here for it. Watching these first three episodes of S2 was like watching a highly dramatized AU of my own descent into rock bottom (except everyone was dressed wayyyyyy cooler than I ever was), so I have a lot of thoughts, reactions, and insights that I want to share with other fans. I’m sure many of us who have struggled with our mental health connected with Ed in these episodes, but I think addiction is the most appropriate lens through which to view him because addicts (more often than people who struggle with other mental illnesses) so wholly destroy their own lives and utterly devastate those of their loved ones. I want to share - from the perspective of someone who has steered her own ship straight into a storm and woke up alone to face some very hard choices - what is going on with Ed at the start of this season and what I think is coming.

Let me start by saying that Ed isn’t literally addicted to any one thing, despite his heavy use of drugs and alcohol, but his goal is the same as that of all addicts: escape. He does not want to sit with the pain of Stede leaving him on an immediate, surface level; on a deeper, more habitual level, he doesn’t want to sit with the pain of his own self-loathing. Of course the two are related: the former brings the latter to a head. Stede abandoning him dredges up and brightly illuminates all of his insecurities, and now Ed has to run. Get out. Escape. Don’t think about it. So he is fighting, stealing, drinking, snorting, shooting, killing - whatever it takes to not think about it.

“Demon? I’m the fuckin’ devil.” People in recovery often talk about addiction as if it were a separate, sentient monster living within them. Ed taking on the mantle of demon - a creature known specifically for possession, for removing the host’s free will - is intentional. So is his insistence that he’s not just any demon but the demon. The worst there is. (More on that when we get to The Innkeeper.)

Izzy’s confrontation of Ed in the captain’s cabin and then on deck is a form of intervention. Izzy is trying to help Ed, but of course this goes terribly for him and for Ed because interventions (I cannot stress this enough) are maybe the worst thing you could do to an addict. All addicts know things are bad, but they cannot be pushed to change one single second before they’re ready. Ed knows things are bad. He’s well-aware of how he’s spending his time, how his crew feels about him, how disappointed Izzy is. Being confronted with all of those truths by Izzy was always only going to make him do two things: 1) dig further into his unhealthy coping mechanisms, never mind that they don’t have nearly the effect that they used to; and 2) lash out at the person who forced him to think about it. Izzy lost his leg the moment he stepped into Ed’s cabin.

The impossible bird. You guys remember the song Chandelier by Sia? The one about her addiction to alcohol? The whole thing may as well come right out of Ed’s mouth at the end of that first episode, because that experience is exactly what he’s trying to convey to Frenchie. Nevermind that Frenchie has the temerity to tell him the bird can’t exist, that it has to come down sometime, that flying forever isn’t sustainable. The bird can come down on its own terms, or crash… but Frenchie’s definitely not going to say that much. Still, “that sounds like something that can’t exist” hits Ed, and leads us to the next episode.

Now we’ve got Ed forlorn, heartbroken, almost catatonic while playing with his cake toppers. We don’t actually see him crying in the opening of the episode, which is the point. He’s done crying now. The impossible bird can’t exist, and Ed has already resigned himself to this. He’s decided to die. The only sure-fire permanent way to not think about it.

When next we see Ed, he seems to be doing better, but this is a huge red flag for anyone who knows to look. He’s giving away his responsibility to Frenchie; he’s cleaning the cabin for the closure. He knows the end is coming fast, and the relief that knowledge brings him leaves him weirdly at peace. It is he eeriest part of these episodes, IMO.

Then he goes to find his first mate, the person who knows him better than anyone else in the world, the man he just fucking shot and ordered killed. Ed needs his low opinion of himself validated, and of course he thinks he’ll get it from Izzy after everything he’s done to him. He wants the one person who has stuck with him through everything to confirm that he’s now irretrievably broken and no longer worthy of his love. Ed wants someone to tell him that he’s right: he should die.

He doesn’t get that from Izzy. Interestingly, Izzy doesn’t tell him he should die. He says “Clean up your own mess.” Izzy has learned the lesson now that Ed isn’t ready to get better and that he can’t make him be ready. (This post isn’t about Izzy, but hoo boy - I have big feels about that man.)

Ed has been indulging in various forms of self-destruction in order to not feel his feelings, and steering the ship into the storm is his worst indulgence yet. This is the worst of his crimes - not beheading or arson or a red wedding. It’s when he tries to bring down everyone who has ever loved him into his misery, into believing what he believes. The audience generally (and Ed’s audience of Stede specifically) can forgive him for hurting strangers and for the non-specific mayhem whose victims we’ve never met; but it is much less certain that anyone will forgive him for hurting the only family he’s ever known.

The storm itself is the perfect metaphor for Ed’s attempt on his and, incidentally, everyone else’s lives. One of the most common metaphors used by friends and family members of addicts is that of a hurricane: that their addicted loved-ones tend to destroy everything they touch, anyone who was foolish or brave enough to stick around. And, like hurricanes, addicts aren’t malicious. Ed’s primary goal here is to get himself killed, not to kill everyone else. He wants the ship to go down so his death is certain. His firing a cannonball into the mast and asking Jim and Archie to fight to the death isn’t malice: it’s utter and complete nihilism. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing and no one. The end is near, and he’s so fucking drunk and high off these distractions that he couldn’t think about it if he tried. He’s manic with relief. (See also: “Finally.”)

And now for the finale: Purgatory. Buckle up, because this is where the addiction analogy gets real *chef’s kiss.* Purgatory is the equivalent of the morning after the worst, most rock bottom binge night of your life. You wake up with no one for company but the ghosts of your former selves. Now what?

Well, first - who is Hornigold to Ed? Why is he the guy Ed sees? It’s because Hornigold is another addict, if you will, but one who is (in this Purgatory hallucination) farther along in his recovery. He can impart some wisdom from that place, but he can also stand in as someone Ed can loathe because they’re not as different as Ed once thought, even if Hornigold can say he’s grown.

Hornigold tries to give him soup. He tells Ed, “Gotta get these nutrients into you,” and then literally shoves soup down his throat. That’s what it’s like in rock bottom. You don’t want to take care of yourself, but some lizard brain survival instinct takes over and makes you drink water, eat a piece of fruit, take yourself to the hospital. These things don’t really happen voluntarily that morning after, but you can still count on that instinct to kick in with some damage control.

Ed telling Hornigold how he “got here.” Hornigold says “Mutiny. It’s always mutiny.” Ed insists his mutiny was special, worse somehow. This whole scene is exactly what happens in your first recovery support group meeting. You go in thinking no one has ever been as fucked and fucked up as you are, which makes you feel isolated and alone. But then you get there and everyone else in the circle has done the same shit, been through the same shit. Ed’s not actually the devil; he’s just another demon, like many demons before him.

Ed worries he’s insane when he reflects on everything he’s done. Hornigold’s reply that “Feeling bad isn’t going to rebuild an abdominal wall” is a concept that people usually learn a little bit later in recovery, so I expect we’ll see more on this theme from Ed. Guilt is a useless emotion that only serves to conversely make the addict feel better but doesn’t help the harmed party: the addict feels like their suffering is cleansing, but it’s not - feeling guilt is just more self-indulgence, more self-destruction. Hornigold - a fellow addict in this moment - is trying to get this lesson to him early. It’ll return.

“You’ve got to move on or blow your brains out.” We’re getting back to Purgatory as the metaphor for the morning-after rock bottom, because this is the exact calculation that every person in recovery has done. They all had to answer that one big question. Your whole life is a mess, and you made the mess. Do you want to clean it up? Or quit? (Or make some soup? Yeah. That big question can’t be answered without basic needs having been met. So let’s eat. Let’s start there. It’s easier.)

Now we have Ed’s fantasy about opening an inn: This is also a common part of the morning-after rock bottom. You start thinking about the wrong turns you took, the mistakes you made, the way your life was supposed to go and all the reasons you’re not where you wanted to be. (And all the people you can blame for the fact that your life didn’t go as planned.) And when that honest part of yourself starts telling you that actually it’s all your fault… well, a) you don’t wanna hear it, and b) you can’t silence (kill) that monster, no matter how hard you try. You’ve got to face it. Face all those truths you’ve been running from for years. Now you have to think about it.

So now the big question, the inevitable math. Hornigold suggests looking at the pros and the cons. That’s the easiest way to break the calculation into manageable variables. This is probably my favorite moment of the episode, because when you’re sitting there, morning after the worst night of your life, everything is fucked - these are the exact variables that go into your equation. Do I really want to live? You ask yourself that, and because your life is in fucking shambles, you come up with the stupidest goddamn reasons to keep going. You wanna see the next seasons of Good Omens and Loki. You wanna eat your mom’s spaghetti again. Sometimes it’s nice when someone hugs you. It’s never the big things that save your life; it’s a bunch of the littlest things. The smallest comforts. The big things… they’re too unattainable. They’re too much to hope for, and they’re more than you could possibly deserve. What are the pros of living for Ed? Warmth, good food, orgasms. This is a stunningly accurate representation of the things that will keep you alive once you’ve hit rock bottom.

And then the cons: “I don’t think anyone is waiting for me.” This is why addiction is the better metaphor. There is no human experience more isolating than addiction. You are alone in more ways than you’ve ever been before. You have pushed away or pissed off everyone who ever cared about you. And even the ones who will maybe still be there for you - they can’t help you clean up the mess you’ve made. You have to do the work alone, even if they’re still willing to stand next to you. And this con… it’s the scariest one. Your list of little pros looks so pathetic next to the horror of being utterly fucking alone. Who is going to brave that for some stupid shit like Tom Hiddleston sexily flipping his hair back in that Loki way he does? Why should Ed carry on just because blankets are cozy and marmalade is pleasant?

This is where we get to the moment on the mountain, and what Stede represents. Hornigold tells Ed “You’re unlovable, and you’re afraid to do anything about it.” Ed could do two things about being unlovable: He could try to fix it, or he could end it all. Hornigold represents the worst part of Ed: his weaknesses and cowardice. And if Hornigold is in the driver’s seat, he’s going to end it all. He throws the rock off the cliff, and Ed gets dragged down into the water to drown. (Let’s also talk later about how often addiction is compared to drowning, and how nothing else in the show actually threatened Ed’s life - not Izzy with a gun, not all the rhino horn, not Jim’s cannonball - like drowning in his own mind.)

But then there’s Stede. Stede is how the pros win over that one big, horrifying con. Stede is hope. Stede is just a glimmer of hope. Hope is the most important thing you need in the morning-after rock bottom. As much as I enjoy the idea that it was love that saved Ed, I don’t think that’s a wholly faithful interpretation. Because Stede’s love for Ed doesn’t solve anything, doesn’t fix anything - it certainly doesn’t fix Ed. It cannot fix Ed. Hornigold just told Ed that he’s the one who has to “do something about it,” because Ed is the only one who can save himself. But even if Stede’s love for him in itself isn’t what saves Ed, Ed’s trust in Stede combined with that love gives him hope. Stede loves Ed, truly loves him, came back to him even though he knows Ed’s nature, knows his list of crimes, knows what he’s done to Stede’s friends and family. And maybe Ed can find in himself what he trusts Stede truly sees. It’s a “maybe,” not a certainty. But it’s hope. Someone loves him. Maybe he can love himself, too.

This Woman’s Work: I read this song as referring more appropriately to Ed’s relationship with himself, in no small part because Ed literally made himself the woman in the cake topper couple. All the things that should have been done, should have been said - they’re things Ed needs to do and say to himself. He’s got a little life and a lot of strength left. The journey has just begun.

I want to pop back quickly to a few other moments in The Innkeeper that resonated, starting with Stede and Izzy’s discussion about what happened to Ed: “He went mad. He was a wild dog.” Izzy describes Ed’s breakdown as if he was no longer the same person he once was; this is exactly what addiction does to a person. Ed hasn’t been himself; he’s been held hostage by his need for escape, and he’s become something else. Possessed, if you will.

Izzy: “You and me did this to him, and we can’t let the crew suffer any more for our mistakes.” I’m not writing an essay on Izzy (yet), but this is a very interesting perspective that says a lot about Izzy. Stede and Izzy both owe apologies to Ed, but they are not responsible for his actions. I predict we’re going to see this theme explored in later episodes as a part of Ed’s healing process and recovery. And also hopefully in Izzy’s growth.

Frenchie’s line that “We’ve been living second-to-second for a while now” is a callback to the impossible bird idea. Which, again, is just Chandelier x Sia. “I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down, won’t open my eyes, keep my glass full until morning light ‘cause I’m just holding on for tonight.”

So what’s next? For me, it was learning to sit alone in a quiet room with my thoughts. It was apologizing to the ones I hurt, because even if I didn’t mean to hurt them - even if I was suffering also and worse - they still got hurt, and in the end it didn’t matter why. It was developing the habit of liking myself, and acting on whatever self-love and affection I could conjure up. And yes… it was new seasons of Good Omens and Loki, my mom’s spaghetti, and hugs.

So I think Ed has a lot of accountability, reflection, and breaking of old habits in his future… but also warmth, good food, and orgasms. And good for him. That’s the beauty of recovery: we get to come back.

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[crheativity]

Hiii!!!! Just saw your 200 followers event and thought it was the cutest thing ever!! Could I request one of the Octavinelle guys at 6pm during a sunset maybe on the shore? I genuinely don’t care which one I love them all lol tyy (≧◡≦)

WARNINGS: I tried to write it slightly differently than I normally do, so I apologise if it doesn’t flow as well! Azul might be slightly OOC, sorry! Also, MC can raise one of their eyebrows. Idk if that’s a warning for most people but I literally can’t do that no matter how hard I try and it’d make me laugh if I read it, so I figured I’d put it here hehe. Also also mentions of drowning (It’s just Azul being dramatic dw nothing bad happens).

COMMENTS: Thank you so much!! I’m glad you like the event! I decided to go with Azul, he’s my favourite and by far the easiest for me to write hehe. I hope that’s okay! Sunset at the shore is so cute, it sounds like the perfect place for a confession!

Azul felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Somewhere, in the back of his brain, he was aware of the irony. Humans couldn’t normally breathe underwater, and yet he had no issue doing so. Yet here he was, sitting on the seashore with the most gorgeous sunset he’d ever seen, right next to his crush - you. You were bathed in the golden light, sitting comfortably on the sand, smiling at him so sweetly as the light hit you just so - he could’ve sworn it was a scene straight out of a painting. Heart pounding and so, so nervous, he guessed that this was what drowning felt like.

He just wanted to crawl into his octopus pot and hide.

“Wow… this sunset is really something, isn’t it?” You looked up and smiled at him. 

He blinked, willing his heart to calm down - or at the very least, let him regain his composure. “Ah- yes, it is.” 

The sunset was beautiful, yes, but try as he might, he couldn’t focus on it with you sitting next to him - and how close his hand was to yours.

You glanced up at him, evidently sensing something amiss. “Is everything okay?”

“Y-yes, I suppose so.” He managed. Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath and glanced at you and oh. That didn’t help things at all. His heart stammered in his chest and he bit the side of his mouth to try and distract himself.

“You suppose?” You raised an eyebrow, and he internally cursed your adorable facial expressions. “Is something wrong?”

He gazed out at the sunset for a moment, taking in how beautiful it is, before turning to look at you. There was no doubt about it - you were far more breathtaking. Somewhere, his brain registered that this looked like a confession.

That thought alone had him clearing his throat and looking away, trying his hardest to hide his blush.

But what if you did confess? His thoughts nagged at him. This is the perfect place. What if you don’t get another opportunity?

He hesitated, doing his best to weigh up the pros and cons, even as his thoughts peer-pressured him into what he wanted.

Screw it.

“...There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about…” He managed as he inched his hand closer to yours.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

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[ghostmaldo]

₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟNanami x GN!Reader ₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟ

₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟSide walk rule ₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟ

Because he totally would and I had to read what happened to this man, watch it be animated and then watch it AGAIN with my nephew. And I was not prepared each and every single time! So to help cope with his uh… accident, I’m going to pretend it never happened and instead write this cute little fic. Still GN because I feel as if anyone who is Nanami’s love interest is def not walking next to the side walk with him around. So there! End report.

Music while writing (I’M SORRY ITS SAD I NEEDED IT AND ITS GOOD): https://youtu.be/PeW7qRy4Ng0?si=y60zePjuRmo9Hqki

Now, on to the show.

No warnings, just some fluff

Ask box 💙: Open

“Uuuugggh It’s too early for this.” They groaned miserably while dragging their feet along the concrete. Tired eyes barely open and a long yawn escaping their lips. While their fellow Jujutsu Sorcerer walked along side them, wide awake with his head held straight. At least one of them was conscious for this meeting at this ungodly hour. “Come along (Y/N). The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.”

They groaned once again. Raising their hands up to their eyes to attempt to rub the sleep out of them. It didn’t work. “Kento, you tell me that everytime we have one of these stupid meetings and every time Gojo always make it his *job* to make sure we stay so much longer then we need to.” It was Nanami’s turn to let out a small displeased groan. Knowing very well they were right by their statement. “It was worth a shot.” He grimaced.

(Y/N) walked a few steps… and halted suddenly. Looking to one side of them, they noticed Nanami standing a couple steps behind them. Unmoved and a look of concentration forming on his brows. “Nanami? Is everything alright?” They asked innocently, near too sweet for their own good. The sound of their voice caused Nanami to come back to the present. Abruptly shaking his head as his steps resumed as if nothing had happened. However, they watched as he walked toward them, arm extending out to snag them by the elbow and delicately pull them away from the busy street. Replacing himself in their place. Then, he motioned for their arm to wrap around his bicep, encouraging them to walk with him. Their eyes were wide with bewilderment, gazing at him with admiration. After the shock subsided, a wide smile ballooned onto their face. They buried their face into his shoulder; lovingly enough to cause the man to blush lightly.

“Your so sweet Ken~” He huffed at the nickname. Never would he ever allow anyone else to call him by such a sickingly sweet name. But for you? Well… he supposed he’d let it slide. “You should never walk next to the busy street. Not while I’m here at least.” He stated flatly, pushing his glasses up further onto his face to distract himself from utter cheesiness he was spewing. Gojo would taunt him relentlessly if he ever saw an inkling of this behavior. Which was one of the reasons he reserved this sort of mannerisms for the time he shared with their partner alone. And it just made things sweeter for (Y/N).

“Maybe after the meeting, if we have time, we could go to the bakery for coffee and maybe a treat?” The idea peeked Nanami’s interested. His blue icy eyes flickered over to them. A warm smiling playing at the corners of his lips. “Maybe, if you can manage to stay awake the whole meeting.”

“Awww Nanami noooo.” They whined dramatically, playing pulling on the mans arm. “They always talk about such boring things, it’s not my fault!”

“Then I suppose no treats for you then.��

“Nanaaaammiiiin, you’re so meeeaaan!”

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[ladylooch]

Your requests may be closed, and I most definitely respect that, but this is me begging for just a crumb of protective Nico because I need it more than I need oxygen. 🥺

A/N: I almost died eating a cheesy roll up from Taco Bell while writing this… And I came back from near death because I had to finish this for you 😘 No I am not dramatic at all, why do you ask?

You had gone to bed before Nico. He was out in the living room, watching a late west coast game between the Rangers and Kings. He had slept in late and took two naps, so sleep wasn’t coming for him anytime soon. Fine with you. You didn’t mind an empty bed when you knew he was in the other room. 

You fall asleep quickly, taking a bit of cold medicine to help you sleep after having a sinus infection earlier in the week. The medicine helps you slumber deep, but it also brings a very vivid dream that takes place in your bedroom, seemingly tonight. A man is in the corner. He’s lurking, waiting for you to shut the door so he can grab you. You try to yell to Nico, but the hand over your mouth muffles any attempt. 

“Make a sound and your boyfriend dies.” The man says as he throws you down on the bed and pulls out a knife. 

You jolt awake, sitting up and sucking in a gasping breath. You clutch your chest, trying to get your bearings straight. Everything still feels so real. You look around the room, cringing at all the shadows that cast out in oblong shapes to you. You close your eyes, trying to talk yourself down from your panic. When you open them, you swear there is movement to your left. You look fast, seeing the curtains blowing in the breeze from the ceiling fan. Everything in your body is screaming fight or flight.

The weak light from the TV barely reaches the end of the hall as you open the door. You tip toe down, wondering if maybe Nico had fallen asleep on the couch. When you round the corner, his brown eyes immediately find you. He lays on his back, feet crossed at the ankles, with his hands behind his head. You cling to the wall nervously.

“I’m scared.” You admit to him. He perks up to a sitting position, opening his arms to you.

“What’s up, sweets?”

“I had a bad dream.” You mutter into his neck, attaching to him like a baby sloth.

“Oh no.” He rubs his hands up and down your back to comfort you. “Wanna talk about it?”

“There was a guy here.” Your voice shakes. Nico pulls you tighter at the observance. 

“No one is here. Just me and you, baby.” He soothes immediately. 

“He was in the bedroom and he grabbed me. He said he was going to kill you if I made any noise.” You squeeze your eyes shut, fingerprints pressing deeper into his body. Nico sighs, bringing his face close to your hair to press kisses along your head.

“You’re okay.” He reminds you. “You’re safe here in my arms. Nothing is going to get to you through me.” His words are perfect. Nico always knows what to say. You pause right where you are for a moment, not speaking, only feeling the solidness of him beneath and around you. Nico notices your grip on him slacken a bit and pulls away so he can see your face. “Better?”

“Yeah.” You nod, taking a measured breath. “How much longer are you going to be up?”

“I can come to bed now if you want.”

“Yes, please.” He nods, clicking the TV off and helping you to your feet. You let him walk first into the bedroom. He immediately flips the light on and does his due diligence to look around the room, even behind the curtains that scared you when you first woke up. “Just me and you.” He reiterates. “Get under the covers.” He waits for you to do so, then turns the light off.

He climbs into bed and pulls you into his body so you are spooning. You fit together like interconnecting parts. With Nico’s protection, you fall back to sleep relatively easy. This time, you dream of you and him on a sandy, white beach, sipping margaritas and getting interesting tan lines.

#nico hischier #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fic #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #writing request #New Jersey devils

[fieldofsecretss]

!1k SPECIAL!

Theme: all of the above, you might’ve to sit down for this loves, it’ll be very very veeery long, grab a drink and a snack or something ; )

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Female!Reader

Warnings: This will contain SMUT, [18+] themes, FLUFF, dark DARK subjects and stuff, maybe a bit ANGST

[this little celebration fic will have multiple fics in it]

A/n: feel free to skip this speech and just jump straight into the fic below the cut, but I’m happy if you’d like to read it anyway <3

I remember when I was jumping and squealing in happiness when I reached 100 followers. A year ago I posted with zero expectations and yet here I am with 1000 beautiful people following MY blog and reading MY work🙄 first of, why? But let’s be positive here!

I know I haven’t been as active as I’ve promised y’all to be, but I’m trying my best, believe it or not but I have a life outside tumblr too😂 I’m trying my best loves <3 anyway if you’ve read this, thank you for being patient with meeee!

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His head cocked to the side as his eyes marveled over all of the...things laid out before him. He couldn't seem to understand the numerous brushes varying in designs and sizes. He was confused by the small black container with a circle containing some sort of pink powder. Draco had absolutely seen makeup before, but he never knew how extensive it was, he had only ever seen some lipstick and eyeshadow tops!

"What are you looking at, Love?" Your voice called out when you entered the bathroom smiling, to see him staring at your makeup laying on the countertop.

"Is ALL OF THIS your makeup?" Draco asked shocked, not believing that there could possibly be more.

You smiled quite sweetly.

"Some of it, yeah. Haven't you seen makeup before?" You giggled, feeling entertained by his surprise.

"Of course I have. I've never seen my mother without it on, but this is so...fascinating." He drawled, sitting down in the chair in front of your makeup mirror.

You watched with content as he studied the things that stood out to him, answering most of his questions when he had them.

"What's this for, y/n?" He wondered, picking up a metallic-pink tube of mascara.

“See how long my lashes are?" You pointed out, batting your thick black lashes so he could see the effect.

He raised a brow at that, setting down the tube and continuing to rifle through your stuff, you couldn’t help but compare him to a little raccoon. You went on to explain how blush went on your cheeks for a rosy glow, and how the bottle of setting spray kept everything in place the whole day. He was perfectly amused and amazed at how much time went into your makeup routine everyday.

A radiant grin spread on his features when he suddenly spotted something familiar.

"Now I know what this is." He announced, holding up your favorite lipgloss.

It was a light, pinkish-peachy shade with small sparkles that he knew you wore almost everyday. It was also his personal favorite on you...it was cherry flavored too, so that’s a plus.

"Oh, I know you do," You smiled, "Actually, would you mind handing it to me? I need to touch up a bit."

Draco, though, didn't hand it over.

"Can I...put it on for you?" He requested, playing with the wand of the tube, listening as it make sticky sounds.

You beamed as you sat on the counter, prompting him to stand up to be level with your face.

"Go for it." You granted.

The young Malfoy couldn't hold back the small smile as he dragged the lipgloss across your lip, his eyes narrowing a little in concentration.

Draco was surprisingly good at it, his steady hand creating an even layer of lipgloss on both lips. Not too much and thick not too little. You rubbed them together when he was done, popping them dramatically when he stepped back to look.

"Pretty?" You asked when you saw the satisfaction on his expression.

He cupped your face with his slender ring clad hand, looking into your y/e/c eyes that he loved endlessly.

"Pretty."

You pressed your lips onto his in a sticky lipglossy kiss, leaving his lips with some sparkly lipgloss on them.

“now you’re pretty too!” You said happily as you wiped his lips with your delicate fingers

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Draco was sat down on the couch in the Slytherin common room with a lit cigarette in between his ring clad fingers, inhaling a deep and slow drag of smoke every once in a while. With him was Blaise, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle. Just talking shit about Gryffendoor’s, a normal Saturday...basically.

While they rambled on and off about boring shit the door opened and in came a walking y/n, makeup natural but still refreshing and wakening. A white crop top with a blush pink unzipped jacket and jeans. A sight for sore eyes as Draco would say every time he saw you, his loving girlfriend.

“Well hello there, love” Draco greeted you as you plopped down onto his lap. You looked up at him and pouted, he raised one eyebrow.

“Kissie, please” you said closing your eyes, and soon his lips crashed on yours and his large hand cupped your jaw per usual. Gods you’d die for him without a second thought. He tasted like smoke and mint, him you thought. Suddenly his tongue swiped over your lower lip, smudging your cherry lipgloss earning a irritated groan from you while you pulled away. You patted his cheek making him chuckle a little.

You pulled up a little pocket mirror so that you could apply a new coat of lipgloss when you heard a high pitched giggle. You put down your mirror and looked up in front you, raven black hair, yup. Of course it had to be Pansy fucking Parkinson.

“Well, well, dracie. Still together with that bitch I see, I’m genuinely shocked that you two are together still. I mean you can do so much better than...that” Pansy mocked while giving you a disgusted look.

Before Draco could open his mouth to even talk back you interrupted him with a rather calm voice and a mocking smile.

“You hate on me but are still watching? Honey you’re a fan” you snapped leaning back on Draco’s chest while laughing sarcastically. Draco knew he never had to defend you but he’d never sit down and watch his girlfriend take shit from a attention seeking prick like Pansy, but he knew you hated it when he interrupted your and Pansy’s famous fights.

“You’re just jealous that i fell for y/n instead of you, move on!” Draco sighed loudly.

“Oh please, jealous of that skank? No thank you, I mean look at her! She’s a bitch that has too much confidence! What do you even see in her? She’s not even pretty, she’s not even skinny enough and not to forget that she’s a fucking brat” everyone could see Pansy’s blood boiled.

“She’s fucking perfect, not common trash like you Parkinson, her body is perfect, the prettiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen. She doesn’t seek for attention like you” Draco said kissing your cheek.

“I mean yeah. I love my curves, my imperfections, my jiggling thighs, no one said you have to. If you low-key don’t like me, I highly don’t care. Queens don’t compete with hoes, sweetie” you said in a singsong voice. Then everybody in the room started laughing except Pansy who speed walked out in anger.

You turned around to face Draco with an expression of victory.

“Y’okay, love?” He asked rubbing your cheek with his thumb and eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Some people are like clouds you know, when they disappear, it’s a brighter day” you giggled in response and nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck.

“You are a genius, love” he said while tickling your waist making you squirm and laugh until you heard a cough.

“We’re still here y’know?” Blaise said at the couple.

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Draco’s POV

I’m hanging out with my friends when I hear shouting. I look up and see y/n, my enemy, arguing with a gryffindor girl.

It looks like the gryffindork is loosing this battle. Suddenly her, what looks like her boyfriend, stands up and pushing the gryffindor girl behind him.

He’s now shouting at y/n. I clench my fists and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Blaise asks. “I have priorities” I reply simply.

I make my way over to y/n and snake an arm around her waist and pulling her towards my chest.

“If you don’t stop yelling at my girl, I’ll make sure you’ll never talk again” I say coldly.

The guy goes to say something back but the gryffindor girl pulls him away from the scene they created.

Y/n turns around and gives me a grateful nod making me chuckle.

“I know some other ways to thank me, love” I whisper in her ear getting flashbacks from last night, all I could hear was her beautiful moans and pleads of pleasure

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Draco’s hips slammed in and out of your tight cunt with an inhuman pace; his chest is draped across your front, arms up and around your back and holding you flush to him, skin to skin, sweat against sweat. You’re absolutely gone as he pounds into your wet and sensitive pussy. You’re too cockdrunk to even react to his harsh thrusts, although every snap of his hips pushes you closer and closer to the release you so desperately need, you’d do anything to just have an amazing and breathtaking orgasm.

Draco’s pace gets slower, deepening until the head of his cock is nestled almost painfully against your cervix. His cock felt so much bigger than usual, you think absentmindedly — the way he’s pushed himself so deep into you, so far into you has you squirming. This was sex in a whole new level.

“shh, shh, bunny. Gonna stuff you so full of my cum, alright? gonna make you feel so good. Gonna give my pretty princess a baby. Would you like that? you want daddy’s baby?”

“yes, yes daddy, please. I want it, I-I need it,” you whimper, you could practically not think, just blabbering and clawing at his chest. Draco pushes your knees against your tummy making your knees touch your tits, revelling in the way your puffy and abused pussy swallows him whole, folds hugging him tight, sticky wetness oozing out around his cock. Your expression is dazed, fuzzy, jaw slack and hooded eyes, shedding tears of pleasure.

“Okay, bunny” he groans, “gonna fill you right up, and you’re gonna take it all like a good girl.”

He collapses, resting all his weight on top of your pathetic body, pressing your back into the bed. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you and then a pleasurable warmth floods your insides. Draco lets out an almost pornographic moan, forcing himself back up, regaining the strength, to angle your hips upwards. when he pulls out, your hole gapes and shrinks. you feel empty - too empty - after being stretched by his fat cock. you inhale sharply, gripping Draco’s forearm tightly.

he uses two fingers for scooping the steady stream of cum leaking from you and push it inside your sensitive hole again.

“daddy, too much. Please, please too much,” you whimper, your cunt is far too sensitive and the added pleasure is bordering to pain. Draco groans, pinching your nipple making you squirm and whine.

“stay still. gotta keep it in, princess. make sure it takes, hm? you’re all messy.” he tilts your hips at a steeper angle. “Such a messy girl…my messy girl, isn’t that right, princess?” He said in a husky voice.

“Mm, yes daddy. M’only yours…”

“Wanna hear you say it. So so.” He prodded and you gave in of course.

“Only your messy girl, daddy”

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“I’m gonna fill this little cunt of yours with my cum, okay? And you’re gonna take it, no whining and most importantly, no moving.” Draco ruts into you from behind, arm slung around your waist as he empties his load into you, making you writhe around from the fact you were still on edge, having not hit your high yet.

“All in due time, m’love. I’ll make you feel good, just wait a little bit longer.” He presses wet kisses to the back of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he drags time on, wanting to make sure he’d done enough to get you pregnant with his child.

Draco slowly begins thrusting into you again, low squelches emitted as you start back on the path to tipping off the edge, needing your own pleasure to hit you already.

“See baby, that wasn’t so bad. Now just breathe, and let me take good care of you..after all, this may be one of last times we can do it before that baby in you starts growing.”

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“So…how was your date?” Draco asked you, his jaw was clenched and he couldn’t find himself to keep eye contact for longer than a second you noticed.

“Oh, yeah. Fine I guess” you answered while fidgeting with your bracelet on your left wrist. Yesterday you went on a date with a guy named Johnny, you knew him from some of your classes. He was a Gryffindor, quite popular actually. Known for being good looking and a girl magnet, but recently he’s been thirsting over you for some reason.

For weeks he’s been trying to get your attention, flirting and holding books and doors open for you. You didn’t like him, you just couldn’t see the hype about him, he was an asshole after all. A snobby kid with social issues who thinks he’s the best of the best, of the halfbloods.

Draco could say the same within a heartbeat.

But when he asked you out on a date, you just said yes for him to leave you alone afterwards. The start of the date was going okay-boring but not horrible. You had some dinner and talked, but he didn’t even give you a chance to speak, he was selfishly rambling about his fortune and girls that wished that they had your place in that moment. Let’s say you couldn’t wait to tell Draco and laugh about all of this shit. But the night took a weird turn when he found out you were a virgin…he insisted to change that for you.

“You sure? You’re acting the opposite” Draco pondered, he knew you and all of your behaviors.

“Uhm, can I ask you something? It’s like very very personal so please don’t be weird about it, dray” you said while you took a deep breath. He looked at you with disbelief.

“Y/n, you know you can ask me anything. We can tell each other anything and everything without feeling judged” he huffed out. You just nodded.

“So? Go on!” He said impatiently. He wouldn’t dare to say it out loud, but he loved that you only told him

about your problems, he loved the trust.

“Is…is sex supposed to…hurt?” You almost whispered. Draco’s eyes widened at the question, he was prepared for you to ask him about something…less sexual. You didn’t dare to look at him. Did he hear you right?

“Sorry, come again?” He asked as he put all of his focus on your words. You sighed, now it just got weird

“I said, is sex supposed to be that…painful?” Your cheeks were burning hot and your palms were balmed.

“No…! absolutely not, did that halfblood do something he shouldn’t have done?! I swear by Merlin’s beard tha-“ Draco was visibly upset.

“No-no! I agreed to do it. It’s just that it didn’t...- everything happened so fast and it was nothing like I pictured it, and I regret it so much! I wish I could’ve saved my first time for someone special, not with some snobby bloke against a wall in a restroom” you frowned when you saw Draco’s shocked face.

“First time? I’m sorry it was that bad y/n.” He said giving you a sympathetic look. Suddenly a light bulb appeared above Draco.

“I can show you how it’s supposed to feel like, if you want of course” Draco prayed you’d say yes, he’d take such good care of you...but he’d absolutely never force you. Never ever.

You laughed humorlessly, but you stopped when you saw his neutral facial expression. You thought for a second...was he serious?! Is he joking?

“You mean that?...”

“Of course I do.”

“....O-okay.....” you flusterly agree

“No none of that, you’ve gotta tell me y/n...do you want me to show you, really? I want to hear you say it..I need to hear you say it and mean it” he stood close to you, you could feel the warmth radiate from his body.

You look up at him to look him in his beautiful eyes...you nod.

“I want you to show me Draco”

(This one sucked though)

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Hot silent tears danced their way down your cheeks, leaving a black-ish trail of mascara under your eyes. You were tense.. your shoulders trembled and rattled through every deep breath you took, you were almost dizzy while you briskly walked. You were headed to the only place you felt safe. The only place you felt the most accepted and cared for, Draco’s dorm.

The walk there was long and risky, filch could catch you at any moment, it was a 50/50 chance. You were bound to get there though, because this couldn’t wait. You could’ve waited until the next morning, but you hoped the icy air in the hallways could calm you down a bit, which it did to a certain degree. Finally nearing his door your breath mellows out a little bit while you sniffled through the fast tears. You know the moment you see him everything is going to come rushing back to you again, but for now you find an eye in the storm. When you lift your gaze from your shoes you were right in front of the dark wooden door you were oh so familiar with.

Taking a big breath, you lifted you fist and knocked four times-for good measure. No matter how many times you’ve been there doing the exact same thing, this time it felt extra loud as your knocks echoed in the airy building. You heard shuffling from the other side, you lifted your hand and focused on your knuckles, feeling yourself starting to drift into your own mind. Before you venture too far into your own mind, the hinge of the door opened, bringing you back as you gaze upon those beautiful metallic eyes of his.

He immediately absorbs your appearance. Each emotion of concern, worry and shock spread across his features.

“Love, what’s wrong? Are you alright? What are you doing here this late, you could’ve gotten spotted”

Each question of his whirls past you, overwhelming you and simultaneously easing the ache in your bones just by hearing his deep voice.

You immediately tackle him into a hug, nuzzling your face into his casually clad chest. A white t-shirt he opted to wear for the night.

His body reacts faster than his brain as he expands his large over your back, protecting you from what seems to be bothering you. The deep rumble in his chest indicates he’s starting up his interrogation again.

“Sweetheart, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” His voice firm yet gentle.

“I-I’m fine, I just-well..” your voice slightly muffled by his shirt but his attentive ear catches them.

“Come on, let’s get you inside, yeah?”

“Yeah ok..”

He slightly breaks the embrace to gently lead you into the familiar second ‘home’ and leads you to sit down onto his tightly made bed.

Still holding onto your shoulders he sits you down onto the dark green covers of his bed, he leans his body closer to yours, meeting your eyes as he ducks his head a little to be in eye level. He scans your face, the worry evident and unmoving. Yet he waits for your words..

“I have no idea where to start, dray”

“And that’s okay, take a deep breath and relax. Can you tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks softly, almost uncharacteristically softly.

At the moment you just think of how gentle he is with you, how he is the rock in your life.

“I’m thinking of you…a-and how gentle and loving you are towards me” the tears now again making their appearance known by rolling down your cheeks. But this time his ring clad hand catches the tears before they fall.

“I-I came over because I need you Draco...I needed my Draco because I don’t-.” your breath catches in your throat as you fight the lump resting there “because I don’t have anyone else I can tell this to”

His hands found yours. He nods along with your words. Really absorbing every word that leaves your plump lips.

“Okay baby. You know I’m always here for you and I’m glad you can trust me this much, whatever it is you can tell me”

“I know” you say giving him a watery smile. He waits patiently for you to begin to talk again, anticipating every word. You take a deep breath and sigh.

“I just couldn’t hold the weight of this anymore, dray. It’s too heavy for me”

“What weight, love?” He asks as he feel his heart starting to sink

“Me being...” you pause, the word catching on your tongue. This was it. The moment that had driven you mad. Made you feel like a freak. The real reason you felt like an outcast, and outsider. The truth you’ve been harboring for years. You had suppressed it, not realizing until you got older and your brain got more developed, you’ve run from it but now your legs were tired. The fear that held its grip on you was about to unclench now, with him..your Draco.

“I’m bi-bisexual, Draco”

The words hang in the air, the world felt as it zoomed in on the two of you.

“Oh sweetheart…I’m so proud of you. I love you, thank you for telling me”

“Oh Dray, I love you too and I don’t want you to think that I’m not committed to you or-“ he cuts you off mid ramble.

“No Sh sh sh, love I wasn’t thinking that”

“Okay” you replied.

There’s a beat while you two process what had been said, so you continued to explain what lead you to come out to him.

“So I’ve been dealing with this for a long time...I-it’s just..it’s been heavy on my mind lately and was getting too much to hold in”

He nods, acknowledging how vulnerable you are this very moment.

“Tonight it just bubbled up and eventually spilled over I guess..” he hangs onto every word you say.

“I received a letter tonight and I snuck out to see you because my parents...they-“ you feel yourself begin to choke up as you think of their harsh words.

“Breathe y/n, it’s okay you got this” he comforts.

“They said some really nasty things about gay people and I had to pretend it didn’t affect me at all, but when I was alone and read the letter and those things they said I just broke down, I just lost it” tears run down your face in a fast pace, your hand begin to shake in pent up anger, sadness and pain

His grip on your hands became firmer, he grounded you, encouraging you. He leaned his forehead against yours, brushing his beautiful nose against yours in a loving gesture.

“My beautiful girl, so strong..I’m so incredibly proud of you. And I’m so sorry your parents are pricks”

“But that’s the thing Draco, you’ve met them and they aren’t necessarily bad people but-“

“They are idiots”

“Yeah…you’re right..they are.”

Draco now feeling more protective of you than ever says,

“How dare they make my sweet girl feel this way, huh? Wait until my father hear about this shit” he looks into your sad eyes.

“You’re perfect to me, if being bi is who you are, then it’s who you are, love”

You give him a little smile which he reciprocates happily. You were convinced he was an angel sent down to you. How divine it was having someone loving you for you.

“Thank you Draco, I love you”

“Of course, I love you too y/n”

You give each other a shy eyes, he starts to lean in before stopping close enough for you to feel his minty breath on your lips.

“This okay..?” He ask for your permission

“Always, dray” you breathe out and your lips connects in a bruising, loving and emotional kiss..

And then it was sealed...

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“Baaaabe.” You heard Draco moan from the bedroom. You sighed slightly and turned the heat down on the soup you were heating on the stove before making your way into the room. You leaned against the doorframe as you looked at your boyfriend from his spot in the bed. He was laying with all the pillows and blankets he could find and was completely bundled up. He was sick with a really bad cold and you had offered to come over and help take care of him. You just weren’t expecting him to be so demanding about it. Or no, you actually did. It’s Draco we’re talking about.

“What do you need, dray?” You sighed, he had been calling you back here every few minutes since you got here an hour ago.

“I’m lonely.” He pouted, jutting his bottom lip out for emphasis, his voice strained from being congested. Gray eyes a little red and watery.

“Lonely? How could you possibly be lonely? I’ve been in here every 5 minutes.” You said slightly exasperated.

“But you don’t staaay.” He whined. You smirked at that, who knew the scary and mean Draco malfoy, one of the sacred 28 was such a baby when he was sick? Not you, that’s for sure.

“How can I stay if you keep sending me to get you stuff?” You shot back, not able to keep away the amused tone from your voice.

Draco thought about that for a moment, obviously the sickness was not making him think as clearly as he wanted. “I don’t know, but you need to do both.” He said with a grin, obviously playing around

“Well how about I finish making you the soup you asked me for and we can snuggle a little while you eat? I can even play with your hair like you like. Okay, you big baby?” You offered, rolling your eyes. You saw his tired expression brighten slightly at the suggestion

“Okay! Thank you.” He responded, coughing slightly from the excitement. You turned to walk away before Draco stopped you. “And baby? I love you.”

You smiled at him, the sweetest smile you could put on, before, “I know.” You laughed as you walked out of the room and down the hall.

“Bunny?!” Draco exclaimed loudly, coughing again. “You have to say it back!” He yelled as loud as he could at you, voice raspy. Only your amused laughter (bordering on a cackle) was your response.

You walked back in a few minutes later to a very pouty boyfriend, you walked over to him and passed him the soup before getting in the bed next to him. “Eat up, baby. It’ll help you get better.”

“Not until you say it.” He said petulantly. You laughed lightly and ran your hand through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp at you did. You didn’t miss the small content flutter of his eyelids at your motions, smiling softly to yourself.

“I love you too, pretty boy.” You said adoringly. “Even when you are a pain in my ass.”

Draco beamed at you, “Good, ’cause I plan on being a pain in your ass until one of us dies. So get used to it.” You laughed loudly at that, not missing the butterflies you felt. You couldn’t wait for forever with this wonderfully ridiculous man. “Honestly, I could have died and the last thing you said to me was ‘I know’ when I told you I loved you? Who do you think you are?”

“Okay okay, calm down big boy. I’m sorry, I love so so very very much!” You said and gave him a big smooch on his lips, not caring if you’d get sick too.

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With a smirk donning on his face he said “So, you love me huh?”

“I think it is pretty evident by now”

“Nah I’m not convinced,” he said staring deep into my eyes. I knew what he wanted

I nudged my nose on his neck, licking his earlobe slowly as his breath hitches

“Tell me daddy…how can I convince you?” I almost purred, voice breathy and hot.

“Wanna be daddies good girl?”

I whined, his words going straight to my core, making me feel the hot wetness pooling. I loved how quickly and smoothly the dynamic shifts between us.

“Mhm, please daddy…wanna be your good girl-

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Pain, sadness, anger

That’s all you felt right now. You were seated on the edge of your best friends bed, Draco. Sniffles and sobs was all you could muster.

“H-how could I be so fucking stupid!” You said, voice broken and laced with anger...

“It’s not your fault he’s a fucking player, y/n” Draco said while rubbing your back soothingly, in a attempt to calm you down just a bit.

“But I fell for his game, Draco! I didn’t realize how badly he treated me all along, I wish I could’ve just turn back time and fucking kick him right in the-“

“Okay! Okay, I get it darling. No need to get aggressive. I warned you about him everyday, but you would be so stubborn and not listen to a single word I had to say about him.” Draco said and you just looked at him with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry...” you said full of shame

“For what exactly, darling?” He asked confused as if he had missed something

“For not listening” you answered. And he knew this was so wrong in so many levels, but the way you looked at him with tears decorating your cheeks, a few buttons on your school shirt undone showing cleavage and the way you apologized made his cock harden…

“You have always treated me right and making me realize my worth, I don’t know why I didn’t listen to you this time-“

You were cut off by Draco smashing his lips on yours, you were taken aback by his sudden action at first but soon you returned the kiss. It was hungry, rushed and it were full of…something you couldn’t describe...

He pulled back to catch his breath and look at you for consent. You gave him a encouraging nod. Lips were connected again, he laid you down on the bed and let his hand roam your body. You took the freedom to feel his abs through his shirt and you couldn’t resist to lightly whimper.

“You have been a very bad girl now baby…not listening to what daddy tells you, what happened to the obedient girl who always listened to her daddy hm?” He asked, y/n’s submissive side came to surface immediately.

“M’sorry daddy..” Your thighs rubbed against each other, an uncomfortable feeling in your panties caused by your arousal smearing on your thighs.

“Didn’t ask for apologies, angel” he said and flipped you around so you were laying on your stomach and Draco behind you.

“Ass up baby girl” he said, voice determined and husky.

And you obeyed, arching your back and pushing your ass up. You felt him move and switch behind you, spreading your cheeks apart and pressing his thumb at your entrance.

“So wet f’me already?” He mocked with a cocky smile. He hiked your skirt up to reveal your perfectly built ass...

He gave your ass a rough squeeze making you let out a airy moan. He stopped and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He bent down to give your lower back a kiss before standing up again running his hands along your body.

“I hate to see you cry, angel...” he said. But that’s not true, he took quite pleasure in seeing you cry. Having you tremble and sob was the most goddamn beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

“Sorry I was a bad girl and didn’t listen daddy…” you said tears threatening to fall again.

“Yeah angel, you should be” He wanted to show you what you were missing out while you were busy simping over Zabini who played you around like a show off trophy.

-he wanted to you to be his. No he needed you to be his. He had to prove to you that he owned you, you were his property.

He slipped off your baby blue panties painfully slow.

“Now angel…gonna let daddy put his cock inside that tiny cunt of yours? Gonna fill you up with m’babies til you’re round, sounds good hm?”

The only word that left your mouth was a weak and pathetic ‘please’

You lifted your hips a little and moved your feet a little wider to show how bad you needed him right now. Draco cracked a proud smile. He unbuckled his belt and let it fall to the ground with a sharp thud, making you jolt up a little in surprise.

Soon enough he’s aligned at your entrance, torturing you with his slow actions.

“You’re mine now” you heard him whisper before he forcefully pushed inside of you, he was so big, the sting making you feel like you were on fire. You made grabby hands to show him that you needed comfort

“H-hold...” you said, voice cracking

“What’s that, angel? Wanna hold hands?” Draco mocked in a loving way. You only nodded while a tear slowly danced down your flushed cheeks. He leaned forward and intertwined his fingers with your small ones. Now the stretch was bearable.

He moved in further, ripping a sob out of you while doing so. Now he pushed even more so that he was buried deep inside of you, he was fully inside of you. He gave you some time to get used to the feeling.

Your legs shook, struggling to take all of him. But apparently nothing is impossible.

He groaned and squeezed your hand a firm squeeze to distract you a little.

“So small, so innocent all for me to ruin”

“You sure you can take this, angel?” He asked.

“Y-yes m’sure but you’re so b-big” you answered stubborn as always.

He started to move and at last he started to thrust deep inside of you. He watched as his cock disappeared in and out of your tight cunt. The pain from the stretch was compensated with the erotic and intimate feeling.

Your walls soft like velvet and the wetness he created making him loose his mind on you.

“Bloody hell, angel” he moaned while he threw his head back in pleasure and you answered with moan after moan...

He was so hard and heavy inside of you

“D-daddy-oh” you said in between moans and pants. Your whole body was sore and tired. His hand soon landed where you were sinfully connected and started to rub rough circles on it making electricity shoot through you. Moans increased in volume and your bodies had a thin glistening layer of sweat.

Draco grunted in pleasure, he felt himself slowly loosing control while fucking you in a animalistic pace.

“Your mine, only mine. I’m not sharing...No one can fuck you like I can, fucking Zabini don’t know what he lost!” Draco said while postponing himself in you in a brutal pace.

The double stimulation making the coil in your tummy tighten and bliss flowing in your veins.

Draco feels how close you were, squeezing him like a vice

“That’s it, c’mon cream all over my cock, cum for me angel” he hissed.

You screamed his name while you fell apart-euphoria. Coating his cock with your release, the mere sight of it and with a bias his thick white ropes of cum filled you up to the brim. The feeling making you shiver. He stayed inside of you to make sure to all of his white sin stays inside of you. When he had catched his breath again he pulled out carefully.

He observed how your small figure shook under him, he smiled lightly and kissed your sweaty forehead . He cleaned you up and you two laid together in his bed.

“Your mine now y/n, if you’ll have me. Zabini don’t know what he lost at all, he lost the world right before his eyes, y/n.”

At that a tear fell, not of hurt, not of pleasure but of love. You were so in love with Draco and have always been, but because of your strong bond you thought he just saw you as a good friend. But now he’s proven to you that you are his and no one else’s.

“Hold me closer Draco” you said and he swore his heart just melted.

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WARNINGS:!personally idk but: crying, dark thoughts, mentions of bad relationship with food and body, ED, sh.

Very personalized but I hope it’s okay anyway <3

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You were woken up by the golden light caused by the morning sun, the birds chirped their everyday morning song per usual. You turned to your side just to find the love of your life, the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy. The boy you couldn’t live without, and he could say the same about you. His light snores and relaxed facial expression made you smile a little, knowing that you were his and he was yours.

You decided to let him sleep a little longer and walked out of bed to go to the bathroom to get ready for the day, one of the benefits of dating a Malfoy, private dorm plus a private bathroom!

You brushed your teeth and tamed your hair after a too good night of sleep and some…other nightly activities with your boyfriend… but when it was time to put on your clothes you walked in front of a big mirror, you knew better than to be a brat and complain about your body and yada yada…but how could you not?

You stood only in your underwear, a pair of blush pink panties and a matching brah, you looked at your legs, then your thighs, the old scares on your inner thighs had started to pale a little, giving away a faint glimmer in the light. Then you looked at your forearms, the scares were fresher there probably around a couple months old. You stood there tracing the scares with a blank expression, not noticing Draco in the doorway you just stood in your own dark thoughts. He cleared his throat which startled you making you jump in place.

“Oh, good morning Dray!” You greeted Draco with a warm smile on your lips as usual. He looked at you with a knowing look before he walked in and hugged you from behind.

“Good mornin’ princess, slept good?” He asked and turned your bodies so that you were facing the large mirror.

“Yup! I’m sorry if I woke you up” you said, but the truth was that you had barely got a chance to fall asleep last night, and it was your dark thoughts to blame. But you knew you’d just make Draco more worried about you than he already was, so you sneaked in a white lie together with your warmest most convincing smile you had.

But Draco wasn’t dumb, he could sense your bad lies but decided to let it be and talk about it later.

“Don’t worry baby, just noticed you’re missing s’ all” he said letting go of you and started to get dressed.

Later that day

Lunchtime came fast today, you sat next to Draco at your table as usual. You had a very bad relationship with food and nobody except Draco knew about your eating disorder that you developed two years ago, in your fourth year in Hogwarts. He has helped you through the struggle at dinner time and you were beyond grateful for him.

“I know we have been taking baby steps, but today I’ll challenge you to eat a whole piece of chicken and vegetables” he said while handing you the plate with a little piece of chicken and greens. It wasn’t much for a ‘normal’ person, but for you it was very stressful and challenging…

“N-no Draco, it’s to much” you faced him with a worried expression. But you got calmer once he gave you a reassuring smile and a pat on your back.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll always be with you, let’s do it together hm?” He asked.

You nodded your head, you just wanted to make him proud of you for making progress in this subject. But just when you picked up your fork you heard Pansy Parkinson giggle with her friends a few seats away from you and Draco.

“Look! I think it’s the first time I ever seen y/l/n eat something” she said loud enough for you to hear

“About fucking time, look how her clothes are falling of her body” her friends said, joining her in a fit of cocky giggles.

You dropped your fork as fast as you picked it up and stood up from your seat.

“Y/n, don’t listen to pug face over there! Please sta-“ he grabbed your arm in a attempt to make you stay and finish your well needed dinner, but you yanked your arm away from his grip

“Please Draco, just leave me alone!” You said with a weak tone, your smile was long gone and your y/e/c eyes welled with tears. Draco let go of your arm and watched you hurry out in a horrible state.

He stood up aggressively and looked towards Pansy and her minions with a face red of anger. She just looked at him with a raised eyebrow and arms crossed.

“Thank fucking you for ruining her life! I’ve been trying to get her to eat for the longest time, and just when she was about to take a big step in her recovery you and your brain dead fucking minions tore her confidence and progress down!” He screamed at the raven haired girl, ignoring all the nasty looks he was given by the whole great hall.

“Woah, calm down Malfoy . I am sure she can stand up for herself, the truth lasts the longest. Like have she ever looked in the mirror? Like we wasn’t lying about it”

Pansy said with a gross amount of confidence.

“Honestly, what the hell is wrong with you?...” Draco said while he left the great hall to go looking for you.

Just when Draco opened his dorm room, knowing you never felt at peace in your own. He heard sniffles from the bathroom, he felt panic rise as he thought you’d hurt yourself. He took long and fast strides towards the dark wooden door and knocked.

“Y/n, love? Can you please unlock the door?” He only heard sobs which only scared him more.

“Alohomora” he walked in and immediately found you in a corner with your legs pressed to your chest and head down.

He walked over to you and pulled you in for a warm hug, you buried you face in his chest and let all your tears spill. He grabbed your wrists and examined them, he did the same with your legs. The gesture broke your heart.

Draco saw that his move hurt your feelings, but he had to make sure you were not hurt in any way.

“I’m sorry...” he heard you whisper.

“No stop that, you don’t have anything to be sorry about” he said while his eyes watered knowing how bad you felt now.

“ I-I was going to try to eat but I lost my appetite…” you sniffled. Draco rubbed your back and kissed your forehead with a sympathetic look.

“I don’t blame you princess, I’d loose my appetite too if I saw Parkinson’s pug face” Draco said and was relieved when you let out a little laugh between your tears.

“I just wanted to make you proud. I do want to eat Draco, but it is so hard for some reasons, I don’t want to be this thin believe it or not!” You said and he listened attentive to every word that came out of you.

“I just can’t find myself to eat, and every time you check my legs and wrists a piece of me always dies, because I know its my fault that you don’t trust me anymore. M’sorry” you sobbed out

He picked you up in his arms and put you down on his bed and tucked you in, he gave you a kiss on your cheek, he walked towards the door

“Wait where are you going?” You asked, you thought he was going back to his classes

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll hurry!” He said before he closed the door

Almost 20 minutes later he returned with a tray of different fruits, berries of all different varieties, steaming fresh pasta and a lot of snacks and soft drinks

“What are you up to now, Draco?” You asked as you watched him struggle to close the door with his hands full of things.

He walked up to you in the bed and placed the tray in your lap, he then changed into pajamas pants and a white t-shirt and sat in front of you in the bed with a grin on his face

“ okay princess, this is our plan. You and me are going to eat this pasta together, a also brought fruits and berries because I know you love berries. Then we are going to eat all of these snack while I read to you aloud. Is that okay?”

You just looked at him with so much love so that you wouldn’t be surprised you had hearts in your eyes when you looked at him. You nodded your head.

“Good! You don’t have to eat all of it, don’t feel any pressure because I’ll always be here with you.” He said.

You two ate the pasta together and he was very happy that you ate all of it! And you ate some berries while Draco ate a green apple, of course! Now you laid on his chest while he read aloud, like the cherry on the top he picked your favorite book! He traced small hearts on the exposed skin on your arm and paused his reading to look down at you

“What’s on that mind of yours, love?” He asked, you looked so deep in thought so that he just had to ask.

“You have been amazing to me Draco and I appreciate you so much. But someday you’ll probably grow tired and irritated of my problems, and I want you to know that I don’t blame you if if you do, I get tired of myself” you chuckled at the last part.

“But I don’t know how to live without you, it sounds stupid and dramatic, but it’s the truth.” You looked up at him, he had put his book down and sat himself up against the bed frame.

He grabbed your hands and kissed both of them.

“Y/n, I don’t even want to hear such bullshit, excuse my choice of word but that’s just rubbish! I’ll never in my entire life grow tired of helping you! I could never live with myself if I just left you all alone to deal with those dark thoughts on your own. I need you as much as you need me. I can’t live without you y/n, and I’ll never leave you.” He said while keeping eye contact.

Tears of happiness rolled down from your cheeks.

“Don’t cry princess” Draco said with tears rolling down too

“Now you’re crying!” You laughed as more tears looked like a waterfall in a rainforest

Draco leaned in and gave you a assuring kiss, a kiss that showed so much love it almost overwhelmed you. Yeh pulled away and picked you up and held you in his arms like a baby.

“I’m never leaving you, never princess”

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“wait! Come back! I thought you loved me“ Draco said dramatically to y/n who only needed to go to the bathroom.

“I’m literally just going to the bathroom, Draco, you’re so clingy today” y/n said the last part before she opened the bathroom door, but Draco ran inside the bathroom before she even could register what happened. She walked in too and closed the door after them anyway.

“I can’t even go to the bathroom alone anymore, huh? “ she asked when she sat down on the toilet. He sat down in front of her and just looked at her with heart eyes, even if she was peeing he didn’t care!

“No…y’done now? Let’s go and cuddle…!” He said to y/n when she walked out of the bathroom, to her desk to study for charms. She shook her head to her desperate boyfriend.

“Sorry Draco, but I really need to study right noow...!” She said as she pulled out a pencil and parchment to start her work, but Draco had other her plans. He whined and sighed for literally 10 minutes before he said something

“Y/n? If I can sit on your chair, you could sit in my lap?” He asked while he looked bored at himself in the mirror.

“yeah sure, but you have to behave yourself because I really need to get this done” she said. Draco sat down and pulled y/n in his lap, everything went well until Draco started nipping and sucking on her neck.

“Dray, as much as I love you...you have to stop” he looked at her and hugged her so tight he even got scared to break her perfectly tiny body.

“Sorry love, I just want to be close to you that’s all... had a rough day.” Y/n looked back at her boyfriend and felt quite bad for being so focused on her homework instead of him. But she got an idea!

“I can cockwarm you if you’d like to?” She asked him and his silvery stormy eyes lit up

“Yes, I’d like that thank you” he tried to sound calm but his voice betrayed him.

Y/n chuckled a little when she felt him get hard immediately underneath her. She stood up and took of her underwear so that she only wore a skirt and a black polo shirt. She undid Draco’s pants and lined his now erected cock up by her entrance. She sunk down in his cock and she let out a small groan at the size. Draco did the same, he loved how her velvety walls felt around him…

“Okay, now. Don’t disturb me to much okay love?” She said when they both settled and sat comfortably. Draco felt calm…but he wanted-no, needed more......

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THERE YA GO LOVES <3

Let me know if any of you actually read all of them! I rewrote a couple of my old fics into this one too!

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[quin-ns]

Taking Care (Saul Goodman x Reader)

Word count: 2K

Summary: after jesse beats up saul you help fix him up

Tags: brba ep. 5x11, canon violence, canon behavior, blood mention, hurt/comfort kinda, hurt!saul, saul being a bit sleazy but it’s goofy it’s fine, fluff, flirting, humor/comedy, very light hearted despite the episode, kissing, happy end :)

A/N: finished breaking bad and couldn’t get this episode out of my brain. im a saul simp now and even tho he lowkey deserved it i didn’t like seeing him get beat up. my self indulgent fix it- idk how big the fandom for saul fics is so I’ll just have to see lol

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As you headed into Saul’s office from the waiting room, you heard a commotion. Saul was screaming at someone. The door had been kicked in. You’d seen some pretty crazy things happen here, but you were in no way expecting to find Jesse being the cause of the chaos.

“Jesse! Stop!” you shouted, gaining the young man’s attention. He was standing over Saul—who was on the ground, hands raised in defense—with a gun pointed on the man.

Jesse stared at you in surprise, obviously not anticipating your arrival. His jaw tightened and he looked guilty. You were one of the only people left whose opinion of him actually mattered to Jesse. The two of you were friends; you could only hope he’d listen to you.

“Oh Y/N, thank god,” Saul said in relief when he spotted you in the room. “Call the police!”

You weren’t sure if he was serious or not—Saul never wanted police at his office—but it must’ve been bad if he was even willing to mention calling help.

“No need,” Jesse decided. He dug into Saul’s pocket and grabbed something out. Sounded like keys. “We’re done here,” he told you calmly. Huell, Saul’s massive bodyguard, tried to block the door. “Back up!” Jesse yelled, pointing the gun at him. You weren’t in the line of fire and you really hoped Jesse wouldn’t shoot you, but you stumbled back further away from him. Huell moved too and let Jesse out the door.

Huell ran over to Saul and tried to help him up. “Get off me! What do I pay you for?” Saul yelled at Huell and grabbed his phone. He frantically called someone and said, “hey, it’s me. We got a big problem.”

Huell ran off out the door and you turned to go after Jesse too. As much as he was deranged in the moment, you tried to convince yourself maybe you could help, but Saul interrupted your contemplation after making his call that you didn’t pay attention too.

“Leave him,” Saul coughed out. “He has a gun and is clearly not afraid to wave it around.” You looked back at him and became aware of the damage Jesse had done.

“Oh, you idiot,” you muttered, approaching Saul where he had slumped back to the ground. It was only the two of you in the office now. “What did you do?”

He let out a dramatic scoff. “Me?” Saul asked, offended, as you crouched down next to him. “I get assaulted and I’m somehow at fault?”

You took his bloody face in your hands and inspected the injuries. “Jesse wouldn’t beat you up for no reason.”

A guilty look crossed his face as your hands fell. “I’ll tell you about it later,” he grumbled reluctantly, sitting up straight. You weren’t sure if he ever would. “Can you help me out first, maybe?” Saul gestured to his face.

“Yeah,” you replied curtly, standing. You kept a first aid kit in your car. You were in a similar line of business to Mike and through him you met Saul (and Jesse, Walter, and Gus). Although, the only ones you became friends with were Jesse and Saul.

Your friendship with Saul was a little more… well, more complex. You had a good rapport with him and often bantered back and forth, flirting and what not.

You stopped by his office more than you probably should’ve and he was always pleased to see you appear. That’s how you thought today would go when you came by to visit. You had a couple minutes to spare so you figured you’d swing by for a few. He joked more than once that you could take up all his time in a day and he wouldn’t charge you a dime.

You went out and grabbed the kit from under your seat as quickly as you could. It was something you kept on hand given your past experiences in your occupation. And right now, it was about to come in handy.

Saul was standing when you walked in, looking around the room at the mess. His expression was defeated, which was only amplified by the cuts, bruises, and most of all the bloody nose.

“God, he did a number on you,” you commented, unable to hold back. You actually felt bad for him even though you weren’t sure whose fault it was—it looked like it hurt.

“I’m aware,” he replied, disgruntled, and dropped down into his chair.

You rounded the desk to his side with the kit and set it on the surface of it. You began to unpack the kit and set aside the things you needed. Saul watched you—your back was to him but you could feel his eyes on you.

The first thing you did was check his nose to make sure it wasn’t broken. Good news, it wasn’t. Just really, really bloody. And there was a cut on the bridge. You grabbed a packet of wipes and started to get to work.

You focused on wiping the blood away, but you noticed Saul’s eyes scanning your face. He was watching you almost transfixed. He had been quiet for a few seconds, which was longer than usual for him.

“If I knew I could get you this close I would’ve gotten my ass kicked sooner,” he finally spoke up in that sleazy manor you were so used to.

You scoffed out a laugh. “At least you’re not trying to say you won that.”

Blood was still dripping from his nose, layering onto what was already present, so you took care of that first. You cleaned it from his face which he groaned and whined about, but you wouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Don’t be such a baby,” you muttered.

You finished up with that and his nose finally stopped leaking fresh blood. It was a start, right? You threw bloody wipes away in a little desk side trash can and moved on.

You leaned in a little, glancing over the injuries. You dabbed at the cut on the bridge of his nose with one of those tiny square alcohol wipes.

Saul winced but recovered quickly.

“Are you gonna kiss it and make it better?” he teased while you rolled your eyes and reached for a band aid. “If so I think I might have a scratch on my lip.” You raised your brows with a look that said a sarcastic ‘really?’ “What? I—I thought it was a legitimate healing method.” The lie rolled so easily off his tongue you might’ve believed he believed it. Part of being a lawyer you assumed.

“You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I did,” you said offhandedly (baiting him), unwrapping the bandaid and placing it on the bridge of his nose.

“What?” Saul sounded incredibly offended. “I so would,” he argued.

Before he could get another word in, you grasped his face in each of your hands and leaned down to capture his lips. Saul, as expected, was stunned. You pulled back with a light laugh while he stared at you dumbfounded.

“See?” you said with sass and a smile. “Now can I finish?”

Saul nodded, speechless for the first time in… well, as long as you’d known him.

Now that his nose was taken care of, which is where the brunt of the damage was, you could focus on the more minor things. Like the eye that was probably going to be a tad swollen and the cut on his forehead.

“You’re taking such good care of me,” he mused. “I’m starting to think you like me.”

“Maybe I do,” you replied smoothly, not missing a beat as you worked.

“I want a do-over,” Saul announced, referring to the kiss where you’d very effectively proved your point.

You ignored him, except for biting back a small smile to yourself. “I can’t do anything about the eye and the cut on your forehead is so small it probably doesn’t need a bandaid. Unless you want one.”

“It’s fine,” Saul dismissed.

“Alright then,” you stepped back to look over him one more time. “You’re good to go.”

“Thanks,” he told you, but was already distracted by prodding at the bandaid.

“I only had a few minutes so I gotta head out now,” you told him as you packed up the first aid kit.

You closed it and grabbed it, then headed for the doorway. Saul realized you were leaving and furrowed his brows, trying to find something to say. You only made it about halfway before—

“Wait! A date!” Saul scrambled to stand, but recovered and tried to act casual. “A date. We should go on one,” he suggested. “Like, for real.”

There it was. Something you’d been waiting for for a while. You knew he had a thing for you beyond just provocative comments and flirting, it was obvious, but he never actually asked you out. So you didn’t plan on taking him up on any of his offers until he was serious. It took a while, but that moment finally came.

If you were mean, you would’ve said the punch knocked some sense into him.

“Sure,” you replied after a beat.

“Really?” He sounded surprised. “I mean, really?” he repeated, much more collected. “That’s great. Okay. So uh, how about dinner this Friday?”

“You sure you don’t have… other stuff going on?” you asked vaguely, but he knew exactly what you were referring to.

Saul flashed you that charming grin of his. “For you? I have all the time in the world.”

You couldn’t help but smile and let out a laugh at that. Sure he could be coquettish but you genuinely did enjoy his presence. Besides, it suited him. You couldn’t imagine Saul being a perfect, boring gentleman. The flirting was like a game with him and you liked to play just as much as he did.

“Do me a favor, though—”

“Anything,” he responded a little too quickly.

“—try and keep that handsome face intact, alright? No more bloody noses,” you requested with a sarcastic tone (though you did mean it). “If you and I go out I don’t want people thinking I beat you.”

Saul chuckled at your joke. “I’d let you,” he said lasciviously. Despite the wicked glint you were pretty sure he was joking. Although with Saul you could never be too sure.

You scoffed, but with a sense of humor. “I don’t think that’s the compliment you think it is.”

“Whatever,” he said with a shrug. Saul strolled towards you, going overboard with how leisurely he tried to be. You laughed to yourself when he stopped in front of you. The sound made him crack a smile of his own.

“Can I get my do-over?” Saul implored.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “No,” you said unseriously. You laughed at your own joke and Saul sensed your tone.

“You sure?” Saul placed a hand on your waist and decreased the distance. His other hand rose to your cheek. You looked into those soft blue eyes of his.

“Maybe not,” you sighed out as he was already closing the gap between your lips.

Saul initiated and you gladly reciprocated. This kiss, unlike before, was expected. And not to prove a point. You weren’t sure what you thought kissing him would be like, but it was nice. Good. He had you practically swooning by the time the two of you separated.

“I gotta go, but um,” you said softly, eyes lingering on his lips. “I’ll see you Friday?” You flicked your eyes up to meet his.

“How about seven? I’ll pick you up,” Saul offered with a lopsided smile.

You clicked your tongue. “But your car is so tacky,” you teased.

“Hey! My car is awesome,” he defended. “You’ll look great in the passenger side.” Saul patted your hip (nearly your ass) and shot you a wink.

“You better make this date worth my while.” You poked him in the chest, all teasing and accusing like, and stepped back. You turned on your heal and headed out of the office.

"I wouldn't dream of anything less!" Saul called after you. You could hear the smile on his face and for the rest of the day, nothing could get rid of the one on yours.

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[jupitercomet]

Purring in My Lap ‘Cause It Loves Me

summary - You’re the only one who can put up with Goose when he’s sick.

warnings - barely suggestive, mentions of medicine, listen Goose is dramatic okay? but if one of you say some silly ass name about it being ironic that he acts like he’s dying I will swing

this blog is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 923

two fics in one day 😦 the Bradshaw boys are talking over! (insert ghost busters song) you can blame @fandomxpreferences​ for making me feel things at near midnight and thus making me turn to my emotional support hockey bird man bf

follow the adventures of Goose and Duck in Duck, Duck, Goose!

Maverick never regretted moving into an apartment with his best friend. It beat the college dorms—and RAs that always had it out for him—and neither he nor Goose wanted to join a frat. So Mav loved living off campus, unsupervised, with his best friend. There was only ever one time when living with Goose was like hell on earth. And that was whenever Goose got sick.

Being around Goose when he was sick was like being around an orphaned, malnourished kitten. Except this kitten was 6’0” and perfectly capable of surviving on his own. He was loud, and whiny, and needy. The smallest cold and Goose was out for the count, acting like he was a moment away from succumbing to a deadly disease. 

The only person who found Goose remotely bearable when he was sick was you. Which baffled Mav to no end because you hardly had patience for anyone, including Goose, and yet when he was sick not only did you put up with him, you were sweet to him. 

So when Goose woke up with a stuffy nose and a pounding head, Maverick didn’t even make it through the full morning before calling you.

“Hi, sweet boy.”

Goose whines, his eyes scrunched tight as he nuzzles his head stubbornly into his pillow. He made his way out of his room earlier in the morning, collapsing on the living room couch with his bed pillow under his arm and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His ankles are hanging off the couch arm and you aren’t entirely sure it’s comfortable, but you can only shake your head fondly.

“I’m sick,” his groan is muffled by the cotton pillowcase.

You laugh quietly. “I know, honey. That’s why I’m here.”

“C’mere.” With his head still shoved in his pillow he shifts to make grabby hands. “Want cuddles.”

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but you manage to lie flat on your back, Goose entirely on top of you as he burrows his nose against your collarbone. Planting both hands on the sides of his head, you rub slow circles against his temples as your fingernails scratch his scalp. Goose hums happily, the sound vibrating through his lips as he presses lazy kisses against your skin.

There was one thing that you learned very quickly about Goose when you started dating him and that was that he’d kill a man for a good head massage. You also found it was the only thing that quieted his whining and made it so Mav wouldn’t bust out of his room to strangle him. 

You dip your chin down to plant a kiss on Goose’s forehead. “Mav said you took some medicine when you got up?”

Goose nods against you, his body going slack when you move your fingers to massage his neck.

“Do you want anything else? I can make you soup?” You offer.

“Mm-mm,” Goose shakes his head. “Don’t get up. Stay.”

“Goose—”

He whines loudly. “I’m so comfy, ducky. You leave me and I’ll never recover, I’ll—”

“Alright, alright,” you shake your head fondly. “You’re dramatic, baby, you know that? It’s a cold.”

“That’s what they said during the plague.” Goose lifts his head with a straight face.

“Goose!” You let out an incredulous laugh and, unable to help yourself, you press a couple kisses to his nose. 

“I’m serious! If I’m going out, it’s between your tits and nowhere else. Thank you very much!”

Your jaw drops. “Mav is in the other room, be quiet.”

Goose makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like he doesn’t care, but quiets down, returning to his comfortable state on your body. You can tell the cold medicine is starting to make him drowsy, his blinks slowing as he lets out a soft yawn.

“You’re so cute,” you press a few more repeated kisses to Goose’s forehead and he smiles sleepily.

It was a long running joke in your friend group that, somehow, the only time you exhibit a single tender trait is when Goose is at his absolute most annoying. But what you refuse to tell them is that maybe you’re just a lovesick fool because there is something so endearing about Goose when he’s so vulnerable. He hardly ever lets you take care of him—only when he’s sick or you sit him down for monthly spa night—so whenever you get the chance, you run for it. Of course you don’t want him to be sick, but you certainly don’t mind being the only person willing to be around him.

Goose sighs happily against your chest, letting his eyes close. “You made my headache go away. Thank you, duck.”

“You don’t have to thank me, honey,” you gently massage his ears.

He sniffs, slurring out, “And you’re so nice, and funny, and pretty. You’re my favorite in the whole world.”

The cold medicine is definitely hitting him, you think. You stifle a laugh as you move your fingers to trace his facial features soothingly.

“You’re my favorite too.”

Goose giggles happily. “I’m your favorite,” he sings.

“You are, silly boy,” you confirm. “Now go to sleep.”

With your hands massaging his head, Goose’s headache is now gone, and being elevated on your chest has cleared his sinuses some too. That coupled with the sweet, familiar scent of your perfume and the feeling of your warmth underneath him finally relaxes Goose enough for sleep to become a possibility. 

He presses a drowsy kiss to your collarbone. “I luh you.” 

Yeah, sick Goose could never be annoying to you.

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[lovesick-feelings]

Hi!! Could I get some Yandere Toy Bonnie x Reader headcanons? Have a good day!!

Thank you for requesting, beautiful reader! (*^ ‿ <*)♡ Was I the only one put off by Toy Bonnie's voice in Fnaf AR? Don't get me wrong his lines are perfect. They fit very well with his high and mighty personality but his voice sounds so off compared to Toy Freddy and Toy Chica. ╮(╯∀╰)╭ I'm certain if they didn't edit the Voice actors voice to be high pitched it could've come off better (*/ω＼)

♡ How could this happen!? The last thing Toy Bonnie wanted was to fall for some… creature. If it wasn’t for your constant niceness, maybe he wouldn't think of you as often. He hates how much of a distraction you’ve become, yet he can never push you away because of that. *Sigh* Well, since you're obviously a fan, he can't just turn you away. Guess he’ll have no choice but to indulge in your presence. 

♡ Toy Bonnie believes you are the luckiest person in the world. Why? Because he likes you, of course! He doesn't take hours from his “Me Time” for anyone. From the moment you enter those doors, you’re supposed to walk straight to him.

♡ You need him, so he’s doing you a huge favor by letting you bask in his presence. Well, at least that’s what he thinks. In reality, he depends on you. He expects you to comfort him, cater to his desires, and listen to his long rants and gossip. 

“It’s a good thing I'm here for you Y/N! I wouldn't want my star to be alone on lunch break again” 🤭

“Weren’t you the one who asked-” 😔

“HUSH!! I’m doing you a favor!” 😡

♡ Toy Bonnie thrives on attention. Your regards, praise, hell you asking him how he’s feeling that morning makes him feel like a king. You are playing a dangerous game as too much praise will make him overwhelmingly cocky.

♡ Next thing you know, the boy needs repairs because he decided to rub it into withered Bonnie’s non-existent face. Too little will make him really whiny and annoying. He’ll glare at you and let out the most dramatic sighs until you bring it up to him. Even then, he’ll pretend it’s nothing if  you don’t beg for it. 

♡ He loves bragging about his star just as much as he does about himself. He has no problem talking for hours upon hours about how amazing you are. He’s like a used car salesman. You could be the worst at everything and he’ll still find a way to boast about you like you're worth a million bucks (He believes it but wouldn't say it out loud).

♡ You’re meant to be his and he deserves only the best. He often pulls you close and kisses you in front of his friends. Not only does he love seeing your flustered face, but he gets to make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to. It’s a win-win!

♡ Toy Bonnie’s is extremely possessive. You could give Toy Bonnie thousands of compliments but he will never overlook the time you complimented someone’s new outfit.

♡ Sure, he'll be pouty around you, but the person receiving the compliment is going to go through hell. He goes out of his way to sabotage their day until they get the message to stay away from you. Next thing you know your co-worker has been fired due to “tampering with animatronics”,  “defamation of ingredients”, and in your bosses words “fucking everything up”. 

♡ Master manipulator. Toy Bonnie uses it against you constantly and he knows how to use it well. All of a sudden, he tells you how much he hates that co-worker you’ve been talking to. Did you not notice the way they forced their job on you despite them being able to do it? It doesn't matter if they need to attend to someone else. They don’t consider your feelings like he does. They're going to take advantage of you if you keep letting your guard down like this.

♡You’re so used to seeing his sassy front that when he shows defeat you can’t help but feel bad. As soon as you respond to his request, he'll embrace you, supporting your decision. The smug grin on his face would have been more noticeable if it wasn't for his hug.  He has you wrapped around his finger and he can’t help but fall for you harder.

♡ Now let's say Y/N is really good at seeing through Toy Bonnie’s Academy Award Performances. Bonnie's final resort will be kidnapping. You’d think he’d be too refined to do it himself, but he enjoys the chase. However, he’s suddenly reminded why he avoids it as you struggle against him. Why are you screaming so loudly? If you only listened, he wouldn't have to drag you by your foot to his room.

♡ Now that you’re both alone, it should be easier to maintain your concentration on him. Your stubbornness now is really bothersome, but it’s nothing he can’t fix now that you can only see him. 

“Ya’ know not just anyone is lucky enough to be so close to me. So make sure to only keep those eyes on me, star!”

#yandere toy bonnie #toy bonnie #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #five nights at Freddy's #fnaf #fnaf x reader #yandere fnaf #fnaf yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere male #yandere toy bonnie x reader #yandere toy bonnie x yn #fnaf 2 x reader #fnaf 2 toy bonnie #fnaf 2 #toy bonnie x reader

[forever-rogue]

tasm! peter chooses bad timing to tell reader about his secret identity on Halloween so she thinks it's a joke so he takes her swinging around the neighborhood stealing candy

AN | I love this prompt so much! Blind fools and surprise confessions! ❤️

Pairing | TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“No way,” you giggling so hard that your side was starting to hurt and you were doubled over, “that’s a good one, Petey. You almost got me!”

“I happen to be very serious right now, thank you very much,” he scoffed but there was no malice behind his words, “like dead serious.”

“Peter Parker,” you gave him a serious look, a hand on his shoulder, “there is no way in hell I am believing that you are Spider-Man.”

"What's so hard to believe about that?" he jumped in front of you as you kept walking. You appreciated the dedication your best friend was putting into all of this. 

"It's you," you grinned and he put his hand over his heart before sighing dramatically. He was walking backwards and clearly not paying much attention and…almost tripped over his own feet. You raised an eyebrow as he sheepishly smiled, "you've just proved my point, Petey! Spider-Man would not be so clumsy."

"He can be!" with a huff he fell back into step with you, electric shivers down his spine as you looped your arm through his, "maybe the suit helps."

"I doubt the suit would do that much work," the suit in question was haphazardly stashed into his backpack and he was half tempted to pull it out and show you. But the middle of campus probably wasn't the best idea, "he - I - am a man of many talents."

"A clown of many talents maybe," you leaned over and kissed his cheek without even thinking about it, "Spider-Man is pretty cool, but you're way cooler. He's got nothing on you."

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"I'm your best friend duh," you had a cheeky little smile on your face, "so tell me, Spider-Man, what are we going to dress up as for Halloween? Aaron's throwing that huge party and we are totally going!"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Do you think this looks okay?” you were standing in front of your mirror, scrutinizing your costume. You were dressed up as a dalmatian, unsure of whether it looked cute or tacky. You’d thought about being Cruella or something else entirely, but once you’d gotten the idea of dressing up as an actual dalmatian, you couldn’t get it out of your head, “does it look too…risque or actually cute?”

“You’re perfect,” Peter was standing behind you, and when you met his eye, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of crimson, “I-I mean the costume. It’s perfect…looks cute.”

“Thanks Petey,” you turned to him and put a hand on his cheek, which was very warm and his smile shy. You usually didn’t push your crush on him too much, but you couldn’t help but do it in this moment, “are you alright?”

“F-fine.”

“Are you nervous?” your voice was soft and he was struggling to keep his composure with each passing moment, “am I making you nervous?”

“N-no,” he couldn’t bring himself to look into your eyes, knowing it would give away his every emotion. You laughed softly, a sound that always went straight to his heart and made him practically melt into a puddle, “‘m fine. It’s just…really warm in here, isn’t it?”

“Not to me,” you shrugged, “if you’re sure you’re alright…”

“Y-yeah! I mean…I’m good,” he was most definitely not good, “yeah.”

“Mhmm,” you nodded and turned back to give yourself the final once over, deciding that you did indeed look alright, “I guess we should get going soon. You should have enough time to change.”

“Actually,” there was a shift in the air as he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “I forgot part of my costume at my place, so I’m gonna go grab it and then meet you at the party, okay?”

“O-oh,” your face fell slightly but you tried to keep it from showing too much. You loved getting to spend any moment with him and even a short separation caused your heart to miss him, “are you sure? I can come with you real quick.”

“It’s alright,” he seemed adamant and as much as you wanted to push the issue. No need for him to see how desperate you were for his company, “no big deal…and I’ll see you soon! It’s in what - like 40ish minutes? I’ll be there just in time.”

“Okay,” you felt him give your arm a gentle squeeze, “see you soon.”

“See you soon!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

But…you didn’t see him soon. Well over an hour had passed and the party was in full swing and you were lost in a sea of drunk and horny people. It could have been fun…if your best friend had  been there. Instead you were clutching a cheap, warm beer as you listened to some of your sort-friends talk about their latest sexual exploits. You weren’t really paying much attention, instead looking around for Peter.

When you’d finally given up on him making his reappearance, you heard a huge commotion coming from somewhere near the door. Your interest was piqued as you started to move to the large crowd that was gathering around something…or someone.

“No fucking way,” you heard one guy say under his breath.

“Is that really him?!”

“I thought he’d be taller in real life.”

“No way that’s Spider-Man.”

Spider-Man. Your heart skipped a few beats as you pushed your way through the throng of people. Surely it was all a coincidence….right?  Just because you’d been talking about Spider-Man recently with Peter didn’t mean…no way. 

Sure enough when you got to the front of the crowd, there he was. Spider Fucking Man was standing in the middle of a shitty college party while everyone stared at him with reverence and adoration. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared at him; when he turned his attention to you, your eyes grew wide and worried. He cocked his head to the side as you tried to take a step but were prevented from doing so by the large crowd. 

And then…he said your name. He said your fucking name. How the hell did he know your name?

You nodded slightly, as if to confirm that he was correct; you felt everyone start to look at you. Before you could fully run away, he held out his hand and wiggled his fingers to beckon you towards him. Your heart was pounding in your chest, about to break through your ribcage at any moment. You were positive everyone else in the room could hear it too. 

There was no way you were getting out of this one. Swallowing nervously, you walked towards him, each step heavy and tentative. When you were directly in front of him, he turned his hand so his palm was facing up, silently asking for you to hold his hand. 

You placed your palm on top of his, and he wasted no time in leading you away, much to the surprise of everyone else at the party. He hadn’t said a word and while you thought you might have been nervous, you felt so…comfortable. 

He didn’t stop walking until you were a few blocks away from the party and turned down a small, dark alleyway. He was probably the only stranger you trusted to do this and not murder you. He remained silent as he studied you and it took every fiber of your being not to start nervously blabbering at him. 

“S-spider-Man?” you asked slowly as if it was still up for debate. He nodded and just when you thought he was about to say something, he paused and shook his head. He reached up and touched his neck, fingers dancing around the nape before going to pull off the mask. A part of you grew worried, like you had to look away and held up your hands to shield your face, “I-I won’t look. I promise.”

“You can look,” he insisted and your heart stopped. There was no way. Absolutely no way, “are you going to hide and never look at me?”

That damn teasing lilt. You’d know that voice anywhere…but it still felt impossible. You pulled your hands away from your face and gasped in surprise. No, no, no. 

“Peter?” your voice was about an octave higher than normal as you looked at your best friend. His grin spread from ear to ear as he nodded slowly, “no way. Did you…steal the suit?”

“Do you really think I stole it?”

“I mean…maybe?” your mind was absolutely reeling as you tried to make sense of it all, “you can’t be Spider-Man…”

“Why not?”

“You’re Petey…my best friend.”

“C’mere,” he quickly slipped the mask back on and wrapped an arm tightly around your waist. Your whole body warmed up and you wondered what he was up to, but before you could ask, web slung to the roof of the building, “hang on tight!”

"What?" you looked between him and the top of the building as usual slowly realized what was going on, "oh no! Peter, don't you dare! I'd like to stay firmly planted on the ground! I don't - ahhh!"

Without a moment of hesitation, he swung up and you felt like you were flying. Your eyes had involuntarily shut, and you refused to open them again until you were back on solid ground. 

"Hey," he said softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. You slowly pried your eyes open and looked around; you were standing on the top of the building, the cool wind swirling around you softly, "you're okay."

"You…you really are Spider-Man," you whispered as he beamed at you with a nod, "Petey, oh my god! How come you never told me before? How…I just don't…holy fuck."

“I told you it was me,” he pulled off the mask again and cocked his head to the side with a victorious smile on his face, “hate to say I told-”

“Don’t!” you clapped a hand over his mouth as the two of you both started to laugh, “I’ll admit you were right but don’t you dare say it, Peter Parker.”

“Fine,” he gave in to you without missing a beat, “I never told you because…well, I didn’t want you to worry about me, and I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Well, I guess it’s too late for that now,” you carded a hand through his messy hair affectionately before touching his cheek, “for what it’s worth, I think it’s pretty rad that my best friend is Spider-Man…not that I’ll tell anyone of course.”

“Yeah…kinda don’t need everyone knowing all of my secrets,” he agreed, “but you’re different.”

“Different as in the best?” you teased, “I think so too.”

“There’s one more thing,” now your curiosity was piqued and you leaned in, “can I kiss you?”

“K-kiss me?” your eyes widened with surprise and his face fell at your reaction.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just thought that maybe you felt the same-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, kissing him softly and sweetly. It took him a moment to realize what was going on but when he didn, his hands found your waist and he pulled you close to him. When you pulled back, breathless and dizzied, you found him watching you in wonder. 

“It’s about time Parker,” you pushed his chest lightly, his cheeks flushed and your face warmed, “you've made this quite a night…it’s going to be hard to top this.”

“I have something I think you’ll like,” his pretty brown eyes had a mischievous twinkle to them, “wanna get some candy? It’s Halloween after all.”

“Alright, I’ll bite,” you agreed, “let’s do it.”

“You better hang on tight,” he pulled you into his frame; this time you quickly processed what was happening as you clung onto him like a koala, “you know, I think the best way to see the city…is by swinging.”

“Peter,” you closed your eyes as you braced yourself, “w-what are you doing?”

“Hang on!”

“Peter, no!”

“Peter yes!” and off he was with you hanging on tightly as he swung through New York City.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x you #tasm!peter #spider-man #spider-man x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x you

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🤠👨‍🏫🏫🐓Educational Occupations Fic Recs🐓🏫👨‍🏫🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Callsignsmax, Davidbyrne, Greenstuff, Hangmanbradshaw, LulaluzHazel, MadeItUp, Nimuetheseawitch, Ok_thanks, ReformedTsundere, Rnadison, SunMonTue, Teacupivy, Vannral.

> High School & College/University

learning steps by vannral {E}

/Top Gun Instructor!Bradshaw/

”So, an instructor?”

A straight hit. Bradley shifts uncomfortably on the leather seat and clears his throat. ”… Yeah.”

In which Bradley becomes an instructor after the mission, Jake keeps showing up to his classes and his students are very curious about their dynamic.

sereshaw student/teacher 'verse by callsignsmax

/Physics Teacher!Seresin/

a first time for everything {E}

Mr. Seresin is his new physics teacher, he’s twenty six at the most. With how he looks Bradley would be shocked at anything more. He’s from texas, obvious from his accent and the obnoxious Texas Rangers banner he has pinned on the cork board next to his desk.

I see right through you {E}

“Nothing’s fair, Mr. Seresin,” He hiccups, throat sore and scratchy from suppressing his sobs. “Why don’t my friends support me and you being together?”

NSFW alphabet with Mr. Seresin and Bradley {E}

Learn the ins and outs of Mr. Seresin and Bradley's sex life, including the struggles of true love in a teacher/student relationship.

I’d wait forever for you {M}

“Red,” he manages to choke out, even though Mr. Seresin had already stopped. His hands were off of Bradley the second the younger froze up. “Stop, please.”

You Are My Treasure by hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Librarian!Seresin/

History's Like Gravity, It Holds You Down Away From Me

“That’s too much thinking for you, obviously. You should leave that to the professionals. Don’t want to hurt yourself.” This time Bradley let out a laugh. Jake had missed that sound. “I don’t see any professionals around here, do you?” “You wound me, Bradley.” “Sorry, princess.” Bradley didn’t look sorry at all. “Just don’t come crying to me when you get lost in the tomb and can’t read the hieroglyphics that say this way to the exit.” “I’m not worried. I don’t plan on leaving your side, problem solved.” “I will leave you behind.” “You would never. Plus, someone’s gotta talk you out of leaving society for good and moving into the ancient burial grounds to live amongst your favorite mummies and old ass relics, like some modern day form of an Egyptian hobbit hole.” Jake stopped. “You know, that’s a valid point. Weird ass way to put it, but valid.” Bradley grinned. “What can I say, I know you.” Jake was starting to realize just how accurate that statement was.

You Can Make My Wish Come True, If You Let Me Treasure You

“Jake…you know you’re my family right? If we do this, we do it together. It’s not a Bradshaw only thing.” The man blinked at him and then smiled softly. “Okay. You’re my family too so if you’re doing this, I’m riding shotgun.” Bradley nodded and grinned brightly. “Think we’ll have to fight off any zombie founding fathers brought back to life?” “I’m putting $5 on at least two. I call dibs on fighting off Franklin though.” Or, The one where, fresh off their mummy adventure, Jake and Bradley steal the Declaration of Independence, make way too many mummy related jokes, and get married, all with a little help from their friends.

I can be your fantasy (football punishment) by ok_thanks {_}

/HS Teacher!Seresin/

“This year, the second annual season of the Dagger Squad Fantasy Football League, the loser, one Bradley Bradshaw, must face a fate worse than death.” Nat pauses for dramatic effect. “He must – drumroll, please, boys... — Successfully and wholly complete the Scholastic Aptitude Test, also known to some as the SAT.” As if that wasn't bad enough, the proctor being Javy's stupidly handsome best friend — who he keeps running into — adds to his misery. AKA: the one where Bradley's fantasy football punishment leads to an embarrassing crush of high school teacher Jake.

it's such a magical mysteria, when you get that feeling by  hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Paleobotanist!Seresin & Paleontologist!Bradshaw/

“So, they pulled you away from some bone dig for this? Let me guess, you were looking for a velociraptor?” He asked as he pulled out a toothpick and stuck it in his mouth. “It’s a little more than that.” Bradley replied with a furrowed brow. He was annoyed that he was right. “Sounds like a lot of sand and dirt to me. Then again, your type always loves that stuff. I’m shocked they were able to pull you away from it.” The man said with a smirk around his toothpick. He was being obnoxious, but the smirk sent a jolt down Bradley’s spine. “You’ll have to excuse Mr. Seresin here.” Simpson said with an annoyed grimace. “He suffers from a case of extreme personality.” “It’s Dr. Seresin.” Simpson rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

The Penguin Agenda by greenstuff {E}

/Marine Biologists!Bradshaw & Seresin/

Penguin Day at the aquarium not only means Bradley has to put on a penguin costume for their full day of elementary school kid tours, but he has to work with his rival in academia and life: Jake Seresin. He should have called in sick.

but I absolutely love him (when he smiles) by rnadison {G}

/Field Trip Educator Contractor!Bradshaw/

“Did you just hit on me?” Jake tilts his head, weighing his options. Clearly this wasn’t the response he’d been anticipating. “...Yes?” Bradley nods. “Right. Okay.” He pulls himself closer to his monitor and opens a new browser window. “What are you doing?” “Trying to see if I remember the link to the Title IX complaint form.” -------- In which they work in a museum, and Jake is the director's annoying assistant, and Bradley is just trying to get the Education Department name-brand markers.

Extra Credit by ReformedTsundere {T}

/History Teacher!Seresin & Maths Teacher!Bradshaw/

"I'm going to kill him," Bradley seethes, stomping into the teacher's lounge and briskly cutting across the room to get to the fridge where his lunch is waiting. Or 5 times Jake and Bradley's teaching forces them together, and 1 time there's no force at all

you were nothing but trouble, baby and I've been sifting through the rubble lately by hangmanbradshaw {M}

/Professor of Meteorology!Seresin & Storm Chaser!Bradshaw/

Rooster rolled his eyes, but didn’t go any faster. He was in his head, which Jake knew how to handle. He pulled out his phone and tapped on the music library, swiping until he found what he was looking for. The beginning strums of Slow Ride filtered through the car bluetooth. He lulled his head over, smirked widely, and said, “I love this song.” Rooster shook his head, but Jake could tell a small smile was threatening to blossom. It felt like a small victory. “You haven’t changed.”

Suitable Replacement by ReformedTsundere {E}

/Professor!Seresin/

It's the middle of mid-term hell week, Jake's vibrator is broken, and the fastest Amazon can get him a new one is after the weekend. His only salvation seems to be the newest sex shop in town and the weirdest, hottest clerk Jake's ever seen.

A thief to catch a heart by LulaluzHazel {E}

/Art Professor!Seresin/

Using as an excuse that the Head of the Department, Professor Mike Metcalf, a goofy but authoritarian guy, was away one week before the Spring Break, Jake ditched Javy and Reubens, telling them that he was going to have some sort of crazy party. (Even if he would probably stay home browsing dating apps where people would promise crazy plans that would entitle them to pretend to go hiking and end up getting drunk at brunch. In the best case scenario.) What he didn’t expect, is to have to receive on Friday morning to the FBI in his boss’s office. “Sorry, Special Agent Mitchell,” Jake sat behind his boss's desk. He felt it was too big and out of place. “Let me get this clear, you need my help to certify if two paintings that were stolen from a museum in Spain are authentic.”

Most Arduously by MadeItUp {M}

/Film & Media Associate Professor!Seresin & English Literature Associate Professor!Bradshaw/

When the Dean of Hale South Western College announces a prestigious new writing course, rival Associate Professors Dr Jake Seresin and Dr Bradley Bradshaw find they've got to co-operate. But as the two of them pit their disciplines against one another, each set on proving the other wrong, they're grudgingly forced to admit that in order to teach, they've got to learn... Jake stares forlornly at his laptop as he contemplates withdrawing his acceptance. But damn if that wouldn’t make Bradley fucking Bradshaw happy. And Jake would rather drive himself to the depths of misery than give that dickhead one single second of satisfaction.

my love life waits for me by davidbyrne {T}

/Chemistry Teacher!Seresin & English Teacher!Bradshaw/

Jake’s been a Chemistry teacher at Winthrop Preparatory Academy for more than three years and has, so far, avoided holding over, the dreaded duty of having to stay over the holiday break to watch the kids who aren’t going home. It’s a two-teacher job, and in Jake’s experience, it’s always been Bradshaw and some other poor sap. Jake had been promised it wouldn’t be his year. He has plane tickets, family plans, and his mother’s pecan pie sitting on a kitchen counter in wonderful, warm Houston. And now he’s gonna have to stay trapped in this snowy hellscape with a bunch of obnoxious kids and Bradley fucking Bradshaw. or jake and bradley are two teachers at a boarding school, forced to spend the holiday season together

Experts In A Dying Field (the math prof au) by nimuetheseawitch

/Math Professor!Seresin & Poli Sci Professor!Bradshaw/

Experts In A Dying Field {T}

He gave in to the inevitability of gravity and slid to the floor, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Taking a deep breath, he looked around his office and saw his early career researcher award and the excellence in teaching award he’d earned last year, and he reminded himself that he loved math, he loved teaching, he was good at both, and that the beginning of his fourth semester here was too early to lose his shit just because a student had asked him for the 27th time today what was going on with him and their favorite Poli Sci professor, Bradley fucking Bradshaw. It was the end of January, he hadn’t even seen his ex-husband this calendar year, and yet, their supposed rivalry and mysterious bad blood were the talk of the campus yet again. Jake had hoped that the incident in December would’ve been forgotten by now, but apparently not. OR Jake and Bradley used to love each other, and now they're working at the same small, Midwestern college.

I just want back in your head {E}

It's the faculty holiday party, and all Bradley wants is for his ex-husband to notice him. Once Jake does, the rest is history.

It's all academic darlin' by SunMonTue {E}

/Engineering Professor!Bradshaw/

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

vesuvius by teacupivy {M}

/Chemistry lab/

It’s too much, and it’s infuriating, and Bradley has a lot of shit he should be doing, but instead he’s making goo-goo eyes at the asshole in the corner.

#Educational Occupations Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[rainbowchewynuggets]

Okay, change of plans.

Despite my best laid plans, my intentions to produce that Hellboy comic through October are turning out to be more unrealistic than they were before I moved. Unforeseen circumstances are going to reduce the amount of free time I have in the near future (thanks, Ian), and I straight up overestimated how quickly I’d be able to draw each page. Which happens a lot.

See, there’s kind of a bigger problem here. I routinely find myself getting excited about making a comic project, writing it all out, and then burning out repeatedly as I draw it. For the longest time, I thought that was just what it took to draw that many cool pictures on one page. It wasn’t until I started living with a friend from college that I realized there was a problem. Or, he realized it first. He’s astonishingly good at clocking me through my stubborn bullshit lol. He said that maybe I constantly burn out because I’m using 100% of my artistic capacity 100% of the time. Which sounds ideal on paper. I’m making the very best art that I can. But it’s completely unsustainable because, uh… I’m a human with limits, as I constantly forget. And comics take a lot of stamina.

Because I don’t understand comics. I read comics all the time growing up, but I didn’t draw like them. I learned to draw from making fine art pieces in school. I drew with realism and life drawing as the core of my practice because that’s what my dad had been taught back when he aspired to be an animator at Disney, and that’s what he taught me. The only thing that ever impressed art teachers and classmates was how accurately I could draw a face or a vase or a landscape. So I did that as well as I could.

Now, I should be clear here. Realism absolutely has a place in comics. Some of the most beautiful and intelligent pieces of work I’ve ever read had clear roots in realism. Life drawing is a sensible basis for any kind of representational art, in my opinion. Sequential art that’s just a series of fully-rendered paintings astound and enchant me.

It’s just that I think that level of detail and accuracy just isn’t right for me. Partly because my writing style is also super extra. I have big spiraling ideas that take a lot of time and pages to execute. My writing is actually just now reaching a point where I can whittle it down to reasonable finished scripts that I can draw with (which might be why I never realized this art problem before). And sooner or later, my brain wanders off onto something else. So being stuck with these big projects that are so exhausting to execute leads to a kaleidoscopic labyrinth of “break” projects that are supposed to be easier. They never are. Because my brain doesn’t know how to do “easier”. Like anything, I think “easier” will take practice. Study.

My plan, therefore, is to study an easier style to keep in my toolbox. Something fun and shape-based that lets me lean on the forms of abstraction and simplification that I already use in my current dominant style. Mostly, I’m looking at Scott Campbell (lead art director of Psychonauts 1) right now. And I’m gonna try working with some brushes that won’t leave me agonizing over line weight. If this works, it might give me more time to think about color dynamics, lighting, staging, and expression (since you guys seem to love that so much in TMA Encore; I love it too).

What does this mean for Hellboy and Encore, then? I think the best thing to do for Hellboy is post the pages I finished before I moved and release the remaining script in text form through October. It’s not as good as having the whole thing drawn, but I think having initial pages will at least help readers visualize the rest. (And I’d really like people to be able to experience the whole thing because I feel like it’s some of the best writing I’ve ever done.) Then, starting in November, I want to get Encore wrapped up. This will take the form of a kind of… hybrid media presentation. Encore has no complete script, but I can write a dramatic summary of what happens chapter by chapter, accompanied by drawn panels and sequences of important moments. Like a picture book. That kinda fits the dark academia vibe.

Following that, I’m going to use that Psychonauts fanfic I mentioned months ago as a study tool. I have a whole side blog for that (link), but I might crosspost them here when the time comes. And from there, hopefully, I’ll have a sustainable work ethic and can start on my own original projects. With videos. And patreon!

It’s a big weird shift all of a sudden, I know. This may just be another art blog on tumblr, but it’s important for me to try to be consistent and accountable when I make projects. And if I can’t do that, I at least want to be transparent. (Who knows–talking about this might help someone else who’s struggling, too.) I have kind of a rare opportunity in my life to sit and focus on art right now, and I don’t know when another will come again, if ever. So I want to use the limited time I have to improve and position myself for success (and wellness) going forward.

I hope you understand. But I have a feeling you will. You guys are real nice. :)

Thanks for reading.

#update #tma encore #hellboy and the gatekeeper #attack of the flayer #<3

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Introductions

Just an experimental little snippet of a story! If people enjoy it, I might do some more with this crew. Damien, Yarrop, Co, and Ribbonsy. 

1.2k words, safe v0re.

Ribbonsy leans dramatically on Co as they sit on the couch. Yarrop’s gaming is a bit boring. Nothing is processing right. It’s just a bunch of sounds and images to them at the moment. “I’m coooooooold,” they complain lightheartedly. 

“Are you?” Co says and raises his eyebrow, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“Mhm,” Ribbonsy hums and nods. 

Co shrugs. “Well, I suppose there’s nothing I can do about that.” 

Ribbonsy recognizes the teasing tone to Co’s voice, taking it as a subtle cue that they’re okay to continue. In mock protest, Ribbonsy stretches out and lays across Co, trapping the man in place. “Liar.”

“Well I suppose - “ Co starts, cut short by the front door slamming open. 

“Where’s Yarrop?” Damien interrupts. 

Co points at the other couch, where Yarrop is laying on his side playing his games. Yarrop lazily looks up and sighs. He pauses and hits the button to save. 

Damien wastes no time and makes a beeline for the man that takes fashion tips from a swamp. No pleasantries, no questions, nothing - Damien just straight up bites Yarrop’s exposed shoulder. Yarrop rolls his eyes. Here he goes again. 

“You suppose what?” Ribbonsy asks Co, redirecting back to their conversation. 

“I suppooooose I might be able to help a bit,” Co says and gives them a peck on the forehead. His gaze drifts back to Yarrop, who’s rapidly shrinking in Damien’s jaws.

Ribbonsy follows his glance. “Just don’t bite me.” 

“You know I only bite if you ask,” Co chuckles. At this point, Yarrop looked like a chew toy in Damien’s jaws. Damien tosses his head back carelessly and swallows, Yarrop disappearing down his gullet in the blink of an eye. 

“And don’t do that either,” Ribbonsy says, offering the back of their hand to Co. 

“Already made up your mind, huh? Lets get your hair braided first. I don’t care much for swallowing a cotton ball today.” Co twirls his fingers in the long gravity defying strands of Ribbonsy’s hair. 

Ribbonsy sighs and rolls over onto their front, so Co could easier help braid. “I suppoooooose,” they say, playfully echoing Co’s tone from a moment ago. They take a large section of their own hair and start braiding. 

Co starts braiding a section too, taking care to make it look nice, as opposed to Ribbonsy’s method of quick and functional. 

The sound of the fridge opening has the two looking up again. Damien rummages through, pauses, then shrugs and pulls out the milk carton. And. Drinks directly from the jug. 

“Why are you like this?” Co asks him, exasperated.

Damien pauses for a moment. “Who cares? There’s only a cup left anyway,” he says and finishes off the jug. 

“Alright, alright, fine. Don’t forget to rinse it!” Co says, keeping an eye out. 

Damien, who was very clearly about to throw it in the recycle without rinsing it, rolls his eyes and stops at the sink.

Co turns his attention back to Ribbonsy. “Milk. Milk! It curdles! It’s the worst thing to put in with a passenger. I have no idea how Yarrop puts up with that,” he says with a head shake as he reaches about the halfway point of the braid. 

“I don’t have a clue. If you ever dumped milk on my head like that, I’d move out,” Ribbonsy says bluntly.

“Awh. But I’d be so loooonely.” Co whines.

“You’d still have Lance,” Ribbonsy points out.

“That would be so awkward. Here’s my boyfriend, and then here’s my boyfriend’s partner, that just happens to be my ex that dumped me,”

“You’d be the one that dumped me, the moment you dump milk on my head,” Ribbonsy clarifies.

Co sighs dramatically.

“That’s your choice! Don’t dump milk on my head, or be lonely,” Ribbonsy says and pats Co’s cheek with finality.

“Alright, alright. You win. I suppose I won’t dump milk on your head,” Co says, gathering the hair sections in between his fingers on one hand and putting both his hands up in surrender.

“You say that like you were considering doing it,” Ribbonsy says, raising an eyebrow at him in concern.

“Nah. You don’t have to worry. I wouldn’t do that to you, promise. I’m just teasing, sweet.” Co says as he finishes the braid he was working on. When he lets go of it, it gently floats away.

“You better not,” Ribbonsy says, rolling back over and holding their hand out to Co again. 

Co takes it and gently kisses the back of it, holding his lips there. All that’s really needed is lip contact, and he isn’t crude like Damien who would just bite someone. At least, not without asking first.

On a non-physical level, Co sort of… pulls. The more he pulls, the faster Ribbonsy decreases in size. So he keeps it at a decent pace - not too fast, to avoid disorientation. Certainly slower than what they had witnessed a few moments ago.

Ribbonsy looks around as they shrink, never getting tired of the way their perspective warps. As the room becomes massive, as the coffee table stretches to look like a football field, as the carpet turns to rough terrain. 

Soon enough, Co’s ‘kiss’ covers their entire forearm. At this scale, his beard looks wild and unkempt. Ribbonsy runs their hand free hand through it, and Co snickers. 

Co moves Ribbonsy a bit away from his face. “Still want to warm up?”

“I dunno, maybe I should just stay out and get frostbite. Make this whole thing unnecessary,” Ribbonsy says and gestures vaguely.

“Alright, alright, if that’s what you want,” Co says with a shrug and starts moving the lad even further away. 

“No! I meant it as a joke! Get your face back over here!” Ribbonsy protests, smacking Co’s palm to add emphasis.

“Alright, alright,” Co says, trying not to laugh. He brings Ribbonsy back to his face and rolls out the red carpet. 

Ribbonsy climbs onto Co’s tongue and gets comfortable, letting the warm air wash over them. They can imagine Co’s fruity breath, although both smell and taste as senses you lose when small. Ribbonsy tucks their braids under them so they don’t get caught on Co’s teeth. “Okay I’m good.”

Co pulls his tongue back in with Ribbonsy on it, careful not to knock them into his teeth on the way in. He hums as Ribbonsy lays there for a moment. 

“HEY CASPER!” Damien shouts. 

Co startles, and then sighs. 

“Caaaaasperrrrrrrrr,” Damien calls again from the end of the house. 

Fiiiiiiine, fine. Co stands up and starts heading towards Damien’s room, across from Ribbonsy’s. 

“Casper!” 

Ok, ok. Co gently swallows, sending Ribbonsy down a bit sooner than he’d have liked.

“CAS-”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Co yells back after he frees his mouth. He gently runs his thumb over where Ribbonsy rests inside as he walks. 

Co opens Damien’s door and leans on the doorframe. “What do you need?” He asks as he surveys the scene. ‘Art’ projects everywhere, and a very very liberal amount of eye searingly bright neon colors on everything. Co let them paint their walls, and Damien’s chosen to have three hypersaturated colors. Two red walls, a green, and a cyan. Which is… not something Co would have chosen, that’s for sure. But, well, he can always paint the walls back to a more normal color after Damien moves out. 

Damien turns towards Co and gives a toothy grin. “Peo’le were mean in the video game and now I wanna ruin their day.”

“That’s it?” Co asks. This is what Damien interrupted him for?

“Yeah. So you in?”

Co sighs. “Sure,” he says, holding his hand out.

“Hell yea!” Damien says and throws a controller Co’s way. 

Co lunges forward to catch it and nearly misses. He shakes his head and plops down on a bean bag on the floor next to Damien. 

“How’s Yarrop holding up?” Co asks, pointing his thumb towards Damien’s midsection. 

Damien shrugs. “Lotsa kicking.” 

“One of these days he’s going to stab you, you know that right? You’ve seen that guy’s knife collection.”

Damien waves it off. “Yeah, yeah. He’s done that plen’y. He always has at least three knives on him, yadda yadda yadda. I’m fine.”

Co winces. The idea of getting stabbed from the inside, multiple times, and still remaining friends is. Certainly something. The idea of stabbing someone from inside and still remaining friends is.

Eugh. Anyway. Co turns his attention back to the game he’s been roped into joining. “So what’re we doing?” 

“Trolling the hell out of these guys until they rage quit.”

“What did they do?”

“They insulted my outfit.”

Co looked at the clashing color combinations, horrendously clipping pieces, and nothing that makes sense put together on Damien’s character model. “Isn’t that the point?”

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