#loosely loosley

[ghostforwhat]

Ive been rewatching s2 and it’s just Will really went through a crucible in the asylum: he had this terrible awful knowledge of what was happening and he was pleading to every one he knew to listen and it. It was still only Hannibal who was listening and the minute someone did listen (Bev) Hannibal immediately and quickly removed that threat and taunted Jack again by placing her at the observatory. like the observatory being a tie to Abel, to Miriam, to Jack’s inability to listen when Will talks and the subsequent punishment Hannibal will give out if he does and the only other person we see believe Will is Bedelia who doesn’t (won’t) do anything about it so Will’s left with an anchor as a lifeline of course he drowns in it of course he becomes just as obsessed with Hannibal in those moments it’s like crying wolf and the wolf says i know i know you are right and i will make them pay attention

[queerpanikkar]

i’m late to this party but i just read ur pinned fic and i have to ask. which video with dominic sherwood from shadowhunters are you referring to bc there’s only one i can think of and i’m dying to know how that triggered this

SCREAM good morning i’m talking about this one

[wispystar]

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derek morgan

✦ = finished | ✧ = not finished

Feel free to recommend me some more fics! If there is any author that doesn't want their work on here pls let me know and I’ll remove it. Series are at the bottom. Be warned for spoilers. I will not be adding spoiler warings so tread lightly. please lmk if links arent working

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Disaster Strikes by @inej-ruination-ghafa

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: he knew the job that you did but he had never expected anything bad to ever happen to you (Based loosley off of 02x10)

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Me or my wife? by @ddejavvu

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau! reader | summary: being married to derek causes some confusion in the BAU

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Poor Competition by @dr-spencer-reids-queen

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: You and Derek have butted heads ever since you started at the BAU. Your team sets both of you up so that you're forced to confront your problems instead of running from it.

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shy by @luveline

genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: Derek and shy!reader maybe? Meeting the team for the first time and none of them are expecting Derek's partner to be standing half-hidden behind him, shyly waving at them instead of saying anything

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"Welcome To The Family" by @reidsaurora

genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: When Y/N and Derek Morgan announce their engagement, Rossi leaps at the idea of throwing them an engagement party. Only thing is, Y/N's never met the team before.

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6th Time's the Charm by @imaginethebau

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Morgan sets the reader up on dates, but they don’t work out. This leads to a fight which prompts the reader to divulge that she loves Derek.

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✦ Love Bug by @astrophileous

genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, bau reader, | summary: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

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[kopawz]

happy wip wednesday, my dudes.

the funny dream chapter before the big finale chapter <3 they are not behaving for hospital staff at ALL lmao

Walking back over to their table with two cans, Kale saw that Chai had decided to use 808 as a pillow– He had his arms wrapped around her, and his face was buried in her fake fur. She didn’t seem to mind, and purred contentedly.

“Well… If you don’t feel like leaving,” Kale made an attempt at a regular conversation, “What *does* it feel like?” He sat back down, setting the small can of apple juice beside 808 with a light clank.

He was listing off the bizarre dream conditions on a claw, “Because all of these stupid halls, the constant ringing I hear from your room, that repeating sense of musical dread from your busted player… It’s almost scary, in a way–”

He quickly and seamlessly corrects himself, “To you, I suppose.”

“..Not really,” Chai mumbled from his faceplant, "It’s more like *tedious.*"

Cracking open the cool can of ginger ale, “It is, isn’t it?” Kale stuffed his free hand into his face with a groan, “For one, they don’t let you change out of these stupid clothes they give you. Never bothered to get why, it’s pointless.”

“You don’t have to wear that, you know.” He mumbled from his face-plant in a purring 808.

Chai lifted his head at the sound of metal, “It’s my dream, not yours…” His eyes then widened– “Oh–?” His intense look seemed to have lessened.

He picked the can up, and sat up all the way. Having something to drink made Chai feel better. Asking pointless questions made him feel even more so,

“So, uh…” Chai’s tone became less monotonous and sharp once he noticed and obtained the apple juice, “Yeah,”

He snapped a finger at Kale’s faded, pink hospital shirt-gown, “...Why's yours pink?"

“If they’re going to force me to wear these things,” Kale plucked at the collar of his loose shirt, “I’m choosing whatever color I want… They didn’t have red, so clearly this was the next best option.”

A smile snuck onto Chai’s face, “Aw man– they had different colors? Man, I could've had a cooler shirt this whole time…” He glanced up to meet Kale’s tired expression, “...Wanna switch?”

The negative noise that Kale made was worth the stupid question, “Chai, If I wore the size you do, it would be a crop top. That’s not happening.”

“Fair enough… So– you don’t really like hospitals either?” Tilting his head up at him, Chai cracked open the juice he was given, “I figured you wouldn’t really need to go at all, since you’re practically all cybernetics now.”

Kale unnecessarily opened the can by puncturing the top open with a claw, "Astute to notice, but not entirely correct."

"...What?" That first word kind of flew over Chai’s head.

"I had to visit the hospital an asinine of times before I got this new tool of mine; they had to make sure it went off without a hitch.” He knocked against his own chest, clanking against metal beneath the thin cloth.

He grumbled, huffing out a breath that made his messy bang move from his face for a moment, "Letting somebody else handle my designs to fix the initial problem was a shit idea in retrospect. Never let anybody handle your plans but yourself–"

"Woah, woah woahwoah– wait.” Chai waved his hands out, “There was a problem?"

He squinted at Kale, genuinely confused, "I thought you just got that body because you were, like… dissatisfied or– bored, or… whatever it was you said before."

“I was,” He paused, briefly looking at Chai’s perplexed expression, before looking back to his own tired reflection on the back of the soda can, “I was so fed up that these quacks couldn’t figure out why my body hurt all the time,"

Kale shrugged loosley, as if his following solution was normal, "So, I figured I’d just design a new, better one. It was mostly just ideas, at first– but…”

He gestured at himself, metal and all, “I suppose you can clearly see the finished product at this point.”

Chai’s voice was subdued, “Oh– you were hurting…” But he shook it off quickly, taking a sip of his juice, “From what, exactly?”

"Look, I assume Roxanne’s version of the story was easier to digest for you at the time, but–” He lightly twists at the metal wrist connectors on hands that resembled claws,

"I wouldn’t exactly agree with her in saying I got out completely unscathed. My body looked fine- (still does)– but it didn't *feel* like it after that incident."

"I was informed that because I was 'young' and 'healthy', I would be fine after resting. ...Bullshit," Kale's face soured as he brought the cool can of soda to rest against his own forehead, "I clearly couldn't rest–"

"Too many idiots needed my help sorting things out for them. There was too much academic work ahead of me, and connections I had to make for me to just stop– and waste time waiting for things to get better."

Chai hummed as he took a drink, "And you got so pissed that nobody could fix it, so you just…" He scratched his cheek, unsure why that made sense, "Went and did something about it yourself?..."

“Basically.” Kale nodded, continuing with a twinge of resentment, “I still feel it took far too many visits to get it all done,”

He rolled his eyes as if what he said was a mundane occurrence, and not completely bizarre, “But I suppose with a full-body augmentation, it obviously could only have been done in increments.”

“Right…” Chai slowly nodded along as if this meant anything to him, and held onto the juice can with both hands, "Uh-huh… She said you were fine though–?"

"Oh for fuck’s sake– That was a *lie,* Chai. I was obviously lying to her." He made a frustrated noise, clanking down the soda can onto the table.

"I thought it would just go away eventually, but I was–" Kale stopped, realizing he had revealed way too much about himself in such a short amount of time.

The sound of a soft clock ticking seemed a lot louder and closer inside the cafeteria. Maybe that was just the music. The song was definitely halfway over by now. This might all reset, so nothing he really said mattered, but there was still–

808 and Chai tilted their heads up at Kale, grinning with a hand propped to his cheek, "Buuuut… what?"

He frowned, ��I may have been wrong, in one aspect," He spoke quickly, "–But that doesn’t mean–”

Whatever Kale was about to say to try and deflect from his vulnerabilities was interrupted by two things:

[...Please don't say not a single thing,]

One, the lyrics had kicked in for the final verse.

Two, a loud, robotic voice rung out into the cafeteria,

A tall HS-P1, a model dedicated to hospital security, pointed accusingly with a large wing at the two men in hospital clothes– "Those're the patients that escaped!"

Another shorter NUR-53 bot scratched their beaked faceplate nervously, "If you two would head on back with us to your rooms, we can resume your care to help you."

[Nothing but words, anyway.]

Chai, Kale, and 808 looked around to find themselves surrounded in the hospital cafeteria by a gaggle of health-care robots fully intent on doing their jobs.

"Uh… Kale?" Chai stood from his seat, "Is this why you said we had to keep moving?" He glanced around at their new company as 808 leapt into her ball form in anticipation to hover beside him.

Any way out seemed blocked off by a posse of professionals.

"Yes, but–" Kale stood from his own seat, glad to be rid of the previous topic.

[Is this just a blind obsession–]

He picked up the chair, planning on using it as a weapon, "It’s a little too late to run now, don't you think?"

"My thoughts exactly." Chai smiled and flicked out his wrist with a pop– "...Wait–" Only to make a disappointed noise when all he grabbed at was air, "...Where's my–?"

"Any weapons you have on you, they take away– Because apparently we're 'a danger to ourselves and others'." Kale scoffed at the words he had heard from nurses prior, "So, you'll just have to use something else."

Looking at the can of juice he still held, Chai mumbled, "Something else… Well, we *are* in a cafeteria… so–!" He reeled his arm back, aiming for one of the bots.

[Or was it destiny?]

"There’s no need to-" *THONK* NUR-53's pleas for a pacifist route were met with a solid can to the faceplate. The hit was so impactful that the poor bot fizzled with electricity and exploded.

808 grew excited at the idea of a food fight, and un-balled to leap from table to table. She hooked her claws on discarded sandwiches, chip bags, burgers– flinging the appetizing ammo into the faces of robots swarming to try and apprehend her, stunning them.

And a trio of them were sent careening across the cafeteria when Kale practically rammed forward and spearheaded them with the metal legs of a chair– sparks flying.

…Now, all of this senseless destruction looks fun and all, but Chai still lacked a weapon.

[foalfangs]

ALSOOO love how you do hair texture . simon so cool <3

i Hate drawing plain Straights/Curves bc my hand is kind of jittery and i hold the pencil pretty loosely and i like the Texture and Effects it makes when i draw all wobbly and loosley so i lean into it kinda hard for the hair. so i most of the characters i draw have curly/wavy/fluffy? hair LOL. its mostly just me Enjoying drawing little loops/waves/bumps on my linework and doing Interesting shapes on what i think are the forms of the hair. anyways im not great at explaining things but i like imagining shapes and drawing funny lines 👍

[daenerys-targaryen]

wait as someone whose game of thrones knowledge starts and ends with my baby brother’s name would have been khaleesi (???) if he was a girl, is there a huge difference between game of thrones and a song of ice and fire?? i thought asoiaf was like, a new tiktok series 😭

I love you dearly but this caused me to break out in hives 😭

ASOIAF, or A Song of Ice and Fire, is a book series that the Game of Thrones television is loosley based off of. There are quite a few major differences between the book and the show that I truly can’t even begin to list at this point in time. It’s important to note that that books have not been finished yet. The last book that was published is A Dance of Dragons (2011), the same year that game of thrones began. Each season of game of thrones is the equivalent to one book, so the fifth book is the equivalent to Game of Thrones season 5, but even before that they changed and altered major characters and to me, everything after season 5 is basically just fanfiction. The endings won’t be the same, especially considering the Night King (the major bad guy in the show, especially later seasons) quite literally does not even exist in the books. The Others exist, which of course are the undead frozen beings that exist beyond the wall, but there is no leader of the undead in the books yet.

Even before season 5 though they had altered and changed major character arcs and plot points and again I quite literally could write an entire thesis or essay on how the show is not canon or even a well adapted version of ASOIAF because by the end the main characters were so unrecognizable even from the shows standpoint to make any sense so again in my head the show is just the show runners fanfiction of the main book series.

So yes while game of thrones is based [LOOSELY] off of the book series it is not canon or true to the events of the book because they removed and changed and altered so many things it’s just… distasteful atp. That being said even as a show watcher and recognizing that it’s not true to the source material, the shows ending still made no sense in regards to what the show had… shown us. Hopefully that makes sense and I’m not just rambling into oblivion.

[strangeswift]

hmm so. not to be uncontrollably randomly insane in people's inboxes but I LOVE ethel cain I LOVE talking about her music a mutual of mine got me into her in september and then I became everyone else's ethel cain mutual there are asks on andi's blog where I'm harassing her as proof SO. need to know your detailed thoughts on preacher's daughter🎤 also favorite song? mine is strangers because LITERALLY AM I TURNING IN YOUR STOMACH?? AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK????? also are there any you associate with st at all? american teenager is very st in general to me I have an edit about it I'm insane. hard times is also very el to me but that DOES require being a little more surface level about it and ignoring. um. ignoring what the song is actually getting at. ALSO under normal circumstances ptolemaea is not a will byers song but it WAS to me when I read andi's fic descent. ok wow sorry about this anyway yes ethel cain!!!

HI HI HI i just listened to preachers daughter all the way through a little over a week ago and i have been.. going Through it. i have cried to it two nights in a row <3 ANYWAY ok so american teenager goes crazy but my favorite songs on the album def a tie between a house in nebraska and sun bleached flies (the two i cried to) if i have to pick one i am def going for a house in nebraska. (this song is very mike in my byler exes fic wip coded i added it to the playlist) but strangers is so Fucking good i fr had to pause it when i first listened it's so visceral she's so insane. and YES american teenager is so st coded A LONG, COLD WAR WITH YOUR KIDS AT THE FRONT!! ok also you're so FUCKING RIGHT about ptolemaea with descent holy Shit. AND HARD TIMES!! YEAH!! YEAH IT IS SO EL don't worry i recontextualize songs to fit st characters all the time. i feel like with that same line of thinking even family tree (both of them) can loosely fit el in a way. especially the second one is kinda very loosley nina coded like she is being forced to return to her trauma (papa, her father) willingly and like sort of take up the mantle like the narrator is with the church yk? umm let me think OH OK televangelism is so very will in the lights s1 to me. okay i think that is all. for now. also link me the american teenager edit ? 👁👁

[beautyenchanting]

Never thought I would see the day where sneakers were all I preferred to wear, but here we are! I've become more obsessed with sneakers in the last few years, but especially now with comfort being key. One of my favorite things to do on here is share reviews with you guys, and I have another one for today: my honest review of Golden Goose’s PURESTAR sneakers. I get questions all the time like which Golden Goose sneakers to buy, are Golden Goose sneakers worth it, and do Golden Goose ever go on sale?! Now, with the PURESTARS, I’m sure you guys will be wondering about Golden Goose PURESTAR vs. Superstar, and I plan to answer all this and more! It’s not news that I love Golden Goose sneakers and find them to be totally worth their price. GG’s latest sneaker, the PURESTAR, is their most comfortable yet! The fit is flexible and extra cushioned, and that’s just the start of why I love them. Keep scrolling to read my full review and see my full Golden Goose PURESTAR outfit of the day! Yes, Golden Goose PURESTAR sneakers are comfortable! In fact, they are more comfortable than the traditional Superstar sneakers. They have shock absorbing technology that guarantees comfort step after step. As soon as I put this pair on for the first time, I could instantly feel how comfortable they were. They have a very cushioned sole. Quite similar to the comfort of my adidas Sleek sneakers! There is no need to break in the Golden Goose PURESTARS as they are comfortable right out of the box. One of the most asked question(s) I have regarding any of my Golden Goose sneakers are, "do Golden Goose sneakers run true to size?" or "how to Golden Goose sneakers fit?" The answer is true to size. I'm a small US 8.5. I wear a 38 in both the PURESTARS and Superstars. Since Golden Goose sneakers only come in whole sizes, I opted to size down since I typically don't wear socks with them, and keep them loosely tied. However, if you're between sizes and wear no-show socks or tend to size up in sneakers, then I would size up! To play it safe you can always order both sizes and send back the one that doesn't fit best. After you know your Golden Goose sneakers size, they are all consistent between styles. Looking at the two side by side there are a lot of differences. The PURESTAR are definitely the "cleaner" style of sneaker. If you prefer the look of clean white sneakers or don't want to pay for already dirty sneakers, this is the pair for you. However, you definitely have to be more careful with them as scuff marks show up a lot quicker than with traditional Superstar sneakers. PURESTAR sneakers also have more of a platform sole. The PURESTAR heel height is 1.5" or 40mm so its more elevated than the Superstars with a heel height of 1" or 25mm. Sizing runs the same for the sneakers. PURESTAR are more comfortable out of the box. Both can be tied loosley; I have a tutorial saved on my Instagram highlights under GGDB. Superstars do come in a lot more styles/color combos and typically have more new releases. To me Superstars are the trendier option vs. PURESTARS which are a safer option from Golden Goose, in my opinion.

[g00d-cr1mes-w1th-sc4r-moved]

Me: I wanna bake cookies!

My mom: sure, you can on Friday

My sister: ooo! And you can do this and this and this to the batter and make it a giant-

Me: as cool as that sounds, I just wanted to make some simple cookies

My sister: so you’re selfish?

Me: wha?

My mom and my sister: *arguing*

Me, tears in my eyes: I just wanted make some chocolate chip cookies

[shysneeze]

good enough (draco malfoy x fem!reader)

Good Enough

Draco Malfoy x fem!Slytherin!Reader 

*based loosley on the song ‘line without a hook’ by ricky montgomery*  

Request: can I ask for Draco x reader where the reader is sassy, but also kind Slytherin (like one of the kind Slytherin)?? And Draco has a huge crush on her? Super fluffy? ~ @lennylangdraws 

Warnings: low self-esteem, angst, smidge of house stereotyping, i don’t know the meaning of fluff im so sorry 

Authors note: you asked for fluff and I have no excuses for how this turned out except this song has been stuck in my head for weeks now. I hope you like it anyway despite the angst... i tried to make it fluffy make up at the end?

Also, I’m not saying this is a prequel to vulnerable love, but it kinda fits... pretty sure it makes vulnerable love hurt more though.)

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Draco wasn’t sure it was possible to want back what he’s never had.

He never knew being stuck in the awkward phase of being an ‘almost couple’ is something he could miss, that he’d ever long to feel the heat that would creep up his cheeks when their eyes met, to feel the nauseating butterflies flap in his stomach when she smiled at him or the jolt of nervous energy that would rip through him whenever their fingers accidentally grazed each other’s under tables or in corridors.

Yet now that those little things are beyond his grasp, he’s desperate for them again, desperate for her. It might be easier to miss her if she were gone, rather than just sitting at the other end of the Slytherin table, or across the room during classes, it would be easier not to see her, the constant reminder of what he’s allowed him self to ruin.

They weren’t supposed to get along, every conflicting personality trait dooming them to a life as enemies. Everyone knows her, the ‘nice’ Slytherin. It’s a title given to her by her classmates, the too-cocky Gryffindors who can’t see past Slytherin’s bad reputation as bullies and snobs, a bad-reputation fuelled by Draco Malfoy himself.

No one could have expected them to end up the way they did, dates in Hogsmeade or hushed conversations by the common room fire in the early hours of the morning and afternoons spent by the lake. No one could have expected them to get along so well.

Draco knows that everyone has expected this though, for them to fall apart before they’ve even had the chance to begin. It’s what they’ve expected of him all along after all, to break her heart.

He’s pretty sure he hasn’t got the right to be looking for her like this, seeking her out desperately to get her back, once again deluded into believing he ever had her in the first place. He’s the one who called it off in a moment of certainty that it was the right thing to do, a selfless act. And so it’s wrong for him to be here right now, back in their secret spot.

She’s exactly where he assumed she would be, curled beneath the tree she was always affectionately calling theirs. His entire body tenses painfully at the sight of her, face hidden in her palms and body shaking, not from the cold, but from the trembling of barely silenced sobs.

He wonders if it’s his racing heart that she can hear that alerts her to his presence and has her looking up from her hands, teary eyes meeting his in surprise. Then, she pulls her brows into a well-justified scowl and a lump forms in Draco’s throat that he can’t seem to swallow.

“What are you doing here?”

An incredibly valid question for which Draco can only provide selfish answers. It seems silly to tell her that he’s hear to win her back, and futile given her growing anger. Yet he won’t be able to live with himself if he doesn’t, miserable without her.

“I miss you.” He gulps honestly. “Truthfully, I’ve been a mess without you.”

“Merlin, Draco.” She gasps out a laugh of disbelief. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you started ignoring me. Frankly, that isn’t really my issue.”

“I know.” He sighs apologetically. “I know, I didn’t mean-“

“Just get it over with, Draco.” She rolls her eyes. “Say your piece and leave me alone.”

He nods, taking hesitant steps forward towards her, the frost coated grass crunching under foot. She avoids his eyes as he takes a seat beside her, staring determinedly at her lap and making a conscious attempt to hide the quickly accumulating tears.

“Aren’t you cold?”

She lets out a loud exasperated sigh and refuses him an answer. He agrees with the sentiment of it, regretted the stupidity of it the minute it left his lips. Still, he leans forward to pull the Slytherin scarf from his neck and twists himself to allow him to wrap it loosely around hers, fussing with it until he’s reassured that she’ll be warmer for it.

“You looked cold.”

“Tis’ the season.” She mumbles sarcastically.

Her sarcasm is another thing he’s missed from her, and it draws a momentary smile to his face. Then, the moment is over, and his eyes have fixed on the tear stains painting her cheeks, proof of his own fatal mistake.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

She scoffs.

“Two weeks overdue.”

“I know.” He agrees sheepishly. “I know, (Y/N).”

“Then why are you only here now?” She questions. “Why did you do it in the first place? You can’t just act like you have feelings for someone then disappear and ignore them for weeks!”

Her voice wobbles and cracks at the end, much to her own dismay, and each breath she takes is jagged in the way one’s always is when trying to conceal tears. He watches her press the balls of her palm to her eyes in frustration, letting out a small whimper that has every inch of him aching with remorse.

Part of him, a self-preserving part, tells him to lie. It’s a side of himself he’s grown to hate recently, the side that pushed him into this mess in the first place, and so he knows better than to bargain with it again. So, with a deep breath, he chooses to tell the truth, he chooses to be vulnerable.

“I’m not good enough.”

Although exhaled in a whisper the revelation is startlingly loud. Perhaps its due to the serene quiet always felt on crisp cold days like today, where the sun hangs low in the sky and the lake lies unimaginably still, or perhaps it’s the raw honestly in the statement that makes it seem so alarmingly bold.

She blinks at him, lips parting in surprise and brows furrowing in confusion or concern, Draco isn’t sure. He can hear his pulse in his ears, a slight trembling in his hands that he knows has nothing to do with the chilly breeze. He’s done something profound, terrifying even, and opened that vulnerably part of himself to someone, with no control over what happens to it next.

“What?” She manages.

“Everyone knows it, (Y/N).” He explains nervously. “I’m a terrible match for you.” 

“Who the hell is everyone” She frowns. “Since when did they matter?”

There is a certain protective edge to her voice that he doesn’t deserve, but it replays itself in his head over and over, clinging to it for hope. It takes him a moment to let it go again, to push it down and answer.

“They’re right.” He sighs. “You’re too good a person for me, I’m too Slytherin.”

The concern instantly leaves her eyes, she sits forward with an urgent look of disbelief and another of her signature scoffs. She’s giving him an inspective look, trying to figure out if he’s serious, or if he’s suddenly picked up a new, strange sense of humour.

“You’re kidding, right?”

He isn’t quite sure what to say and his silence fuels another disbelieving shake of her head.

“I am a Slytherin, Draco.” She exclaims. “No matter what those big-headed Gryffindors are always saying, I was sorted into Slytherin and I’m proud of it- you’re supposed to be proud too, not agreeing with those stupid stereotypes.”

“It’s different.” He exhales in frustration. “I am those stupid stereotypes!”

Draco Malfoy has never been considered modest.

Self-confidence isn’t a trait earned in the Malfoy family clan, but rather inherited between generations, a birth right bestowed upon them the minute they are old enough to understand. It’s a confidence Draco has always been comfortably protected by, unwaveringly sure of his own self-importance gifted to him by his ancestors

Yet something about the infamously kind (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has him constantly falling apart at the seams with the need to be good enough for her. He’s never met anyone like her, no one so capable of making him question the unwarranted self-importance he was raised on as a Malfoy.

Even now, wrapped unceremoniously in his scarf, late falling orange leaves lying in her hair and her cheeks stained with tears, he’s never felt so undeserving of a person in his life. She’s a lady, and he’s just a boy, he’s heartbreakingly inadequate.

“I just want to be someone you can be proud to call yours.”

With his eyes solemnly fixed on his lap, anywhere other than her reaction, he jumps slightly at her cold fingertips on his hand, prying them from the tightly curled fists he has no recollection of clenching and slipping her fingers into his.

“Draco, look at me.” She pleads softly. “Please.”

He does so slowly with her encouraging squeeze of his hand, she’s smiling at him, sympathetic, but unpatronizing.

“I am proud.” She states softly, but confidently. “I don’t want some perfect golden boy, I want you, Draco.”

Three words he never knew he needed from her, ‘I want you’, and they fill a space in his chest that was gaping for reassurance. She’s amazed him again as she always does, she has a talent for making him speechless than no one else has ever mastered.

“You’re so harsh on yourself you haven’t even realised how much you’ve grown, Draco.” She informs. “You’re not the bully you used to be, you’re not the carbon copy of your father anymore, and I’m sorry that no one has allowed you to move on from your past to see your present.”

She smiles sheepishly at his dumfounded expression and gives him the moment he needs to collect his thoughts and process it all. Then, slowly, he’s shaking his head in surprise, letting out a soft sigh.

“You’re too good to me.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” She jokes. “I think I straightened that misconception out already.”

“No but- you’re just so…”

The heat burning his cheeks is worse than ever before, he feels almost overwhelmed by it all, her compliments, her smile, that genuine look in her eyes that convinces him she’s unwaveringly sure of every word she’s said.

“Thank you.” He blurts finally. “Especially after I- well I ruined it all.”

“Yeah, I won’t lie, you really fucked up.” She admits. “But you’ve made an honest recovery…”

“Thank you for giving me a second chance.” He exhales gratefully. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“I was going to tell you to piss off after the ‘are you cold’ bit to be honest.” She chuckles. “Stayed because you gave me your scarf- which I’m stealing by the way.”

“Take it.” He urges, a smile finding his lips for what he’s sure is the first time in two weeks, since his misguided decision to end their almost-relationship. “Take whatever you want from me, it’s yours.”

She lets out a shaky breath and gulps. She purposely drops her gaze momentarily to his lips before retuning them to his eyes again, a gesture that has his eyes widening and the tips of his ears turning scarlet. Slipping her fingers from between his, she tentatively cups one of his cheeks, fingertips grazing the red colour blossoming on his pale skin.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I-“ He chokes. “Yes.”

She smiles nervously, reassuring him that he’s not the only one flustered. Then, curling her free hand around the lapel of his jacket, she pulls him closer with eyes shut. Their lips are cold when they meet, and slightly chapped by the cool air, but neither care. Draco places a hand on her waist, pulling her somehow closer as their lips begin to move hesitantly together. She lets out a soft content sigh, sending a breath of warm air into the kiss and causing him to positively melt inside. She’s done it again, completely incapacitated him with such a simple thing as a kiss.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He exhales.

She lets out a giddy laugh as she pulls back, forehead still pressed to his and eyes still shut.

“There are worst ways to go than my lips.”

He knows, he’s very quickly decided that’s the only way he ever wants to go.  She presses her lips to his again for a split second before pulling back completely, he aches for the feeling again, greedy for it now that he’s felt it once.

“Next time, talk to me.” She pleads. “If you ever feel like you’re not good enough, I’ll be there to convince you otherwise, but don’t just disappear.”

“I won’t.” He assures. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know that, Draco.” She smiles sadly. “I just want you to know that you can talk to me.”

“I do.”

The hard part, that initial step, is over. He’s leapt into the unknown, flung himself into the terrifying depths of vulnerability, and there is no going back, but he never wants to, he never wants to leave her again.

“Also if I ever hear you speaking shit about our house again I swear to-“

She’s cut off by his lips once again on hers, startled only for a minute before she’s grinning, grateful to see his confidence returning. She can feel his own grin on her lips and the vibrations of a light laugh before he’s pulling back again.

“Consider me warned.”

“Good.” She exhales. “Or I’ll be confiscating your tie next.”

. 

(Authors note: its not my favourite but if i rewrote it one my time i was flinging my laptop out my window... its not particularly proofread.)

[lockandkeyhyena]

concept art for my generation as well as some rambling from me!

do i want to go full on and just make an entirely new generation with new characters loosley based on ones from previous gens like hasbro does

or

do i make it sort of a disconnected au? where i use and maybe alter the characters a bit but theyre all still relatively recognisable, simply put in a new enviroment?

or maybe somewhere inbetween?? but i dont know how to make that work

theres also kinda a problem with the gen in general (ha) if i go with the first option (even though its the one where i think i could be a bit more creatively loose and free with my ideas) where its currently in this limbo of ‘this is definetly a fan project but how disconnected is it? do the characters still belong to hasbro? because i definetly wanna make some kind of project with this.

anyway! just some ramblings and thoughts, let me know your thoughts!

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: A Helping Hand {Headcanon}***

Jason Momoa x Reader

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, Fluff, SMUT

Words: 2.1k

***Loosley Edited/Proofread***

Have you seen Jason’s fingers? Have you? Have you taken a good look at this Hawaiian God’s fingers? Jason stands at six feet four inches. He weighs over two hundred pounds and he is all rock-hard chiseled muscle, and pure charisma and charm.

Sitting with the other members of his team that charisma and charm were on full display. This meeting was a monthly brief to discuss Jason’s schedule, potential business deals, incoming roles, and other tidbits that impacted his career. 

You finished your portion of the meeting as his stylist. You went over every important function for the next month and his schedule as it pertained to your access to him. You sat across from him in the leather seat when you were finished. Jason had his fingers steepled under his chin as he kept his eyes glued to you.

For business meetings like these, he liked to put his long bi-colored hair into a manageable man bun. It was your suggestion, one meant to play with his look and the messages he sent with that look.

Your job was to make him look good at all times. In the three years, you’d been his stylist you hadn’t failed at that job not even once. He always looked amazing, good enough to eat.

An hour later everyone shook hands and prepared to leave while having a little small talk. You had things to do so you slipped out of the conference room and walked down to your office. Once inside you began arranging the deliveries of clothes you’d gotten just that morning. Your office looked like a bomb went off in a closet. To the outside eye, it looked like chaos but to you, it was chaotic organization.

As you draped pants, button downs, belts, scarves and other garments over the long table to the right of the room you got on a video call with your apprentice who was currently scouting some new pieces for you. you gave the okay on the pieces you liked while remaining focused on your agenda for the day. You were so wrapped up in your work you weren’t aware of anything else.

“How do you find anything in here?” Jason stood by the door with an amused grin on his face. Setting your side of the video call dark you turned to him and gave him a small smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, this is completely organized.” Jason scoffed and casually locked the door before he walked to you. you look back to your phone to see the next few items your apprentice posted and quickly assessed them and decided. 

“I think I’ll need more convincing on that outfit you sent to the house last night.” His voice is deep, rough and the spark that turned you on. He was behind you, you could feel his presence.

You tapped mute on your end but before you turned he pressed his body against you. You weren’t expecting it and it makes you moan. Jason wraps his hand around you to rest his palm right at your pubis.

“I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you all morning.” You know it’s true. Every move you made you felt his eyes on you. Every circle you made around the room you felt the heat of his pupils burning off the clothes you had on.

“Maybe you should have tried harder.” You tried to walk away but he held you steady and firm then you felt his lips at the nape of your neck. You stifled your moan by sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.

“You mean as hard as you’re trying right now to pretend you don’t want me?”

Damn him, you thought. Jason grazed his teeth on your skin before he gently bit your neck. You couldn’t fight the moan and a small mewl escaped you. You could feel Jason’s smile before he sucked your skin sending goosebumps across your body. 

“Jason, we can’t. Not here.”

He knew how you felt about keeping some form of professional boundaries between you. You’d worked together for the last three years but were only intimate for the last year on and off. Every time your bodies came together you always said it wouldn’t happen again until it did.

Jason pressed his hardening member on your ass, and you groaned. “Shit. You know we can’t.” It was a whine; he was not playing fair.

“We can. We’ve been together for a little over a year Y/N, you can’t just keep taking me when you feel like it here and there. We’re past that.” This was not the first time he’d brought this up, but it was the first time he’d done it this directly.

“Do you want me, Y/N? Before you answer just know I can read your body. I can hear it. I’ve gotten very good at listening to your body.” His lips were at your ear and every so often they brushed against you, tempting you to speak your truth. “Tell me, Y/N. Do you want me?”

The words hitched in your throat, you couldn’t say no, that was a lie, but you were reluctant to say yes. Jason turned you to face him pressing his pelvis onto you and gazing deeply into your eyes. He softly caressed your cheek then down to your chin before he tipped it up. His lips brushed yours then brushed your chin and down to your throat. You moaned again.

“Tell me babygirl.” Jason’s hand dipped under the leather pencil skirt you wore. When you felt his thick digits graze your pussy you gasped and tossed your head back.

“You’re already so wet.” You bit your bottom lip and enjoyed his fingers as they coaxed your body to give in. At this rate, he wouldn’t need to coax much longer.

“Let me give you a helping hand.” Jason’s thigh slipped between your legs hoisting you up onto the table. The split in your skirt gave him the needed access to your body. Jason pinched your sex sending a jolt through you making you jerk back dropping to your elbows. He does it two more times and each time you open your thighs wider and wider.

“You’re so wet.” Jason slipped your panties to the side and swirled his thumb around your clit. You moaned and arched backward savoring the sensations he was giving you. 

“Fuck, Jason.” Any restraint you had was gone once you felt him pinch your clit. It was throbbing before, but you were able to bear it, but now dear God you were way past getting over it. You needed a release.

Your body writhed atop the desk as the heat in your body increased. Jason began to move his hand from between your legs but you grabbed it and kept it in place. Locking eyes with him you bit your bottom lip and began moving his finger around your clit.

“Right there.” A mischievous smirk spread across Jason’s lips and the next second your legs were spread even wider.

“You got this. Take it.” His encouragement was the sexiest thing. You didn’t need any more encouragement. You gripped his hand and singled out his three fingers and swirled them around your clit. Each circle they made sent shivers through you and each shiver had you moving your body like a wave in the ocean. 

You ebbed and flowed your body to the imaginary sound of music you were hearing. It was a soundtrack for a race, a race of pleasure. You felt Jason’s need jam into your thigh and unexpectedly it made you want more. You lowered his hand and when they lined with your opening his eyes left yours and locked onto your core. 

“Jesus you’re going to be the death of me,” Jason groaned out, his voice was gruff and dangerously deep.

“Then die happy, fuck me.”

With a long groan, he sank one finger into your depths. You softly moaned. It wasn’t enough. 

“More?” You nodded giving him the answer he wanted.

“Ask me nicely.” 

“Please baby, more. I need to feel your fingers inside of me.” It wasn’t begging, it was pleading.

Jason hissed as he sunk another digit in your heat. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Jason slowly plunged his fingers in and out of your sopping core. It was sheer torture--torture that you refused to take. Again, you grabbed his hand and plunged a third finger inside and proceeded to use his fingers to bring yourself the pleasure you wanted. 

Your moans filled the room in seconds, and they tumbled from you one after the other. You didn’t care if anyone could hear. You didn’t care if someone was standing right outside the door with their ear pressed to it. You didn’t care if everyone knew you were fucking your boss. At this point, you were ready for the world to know.

“Fuck, Jason. I wanna come! I wanna come! Make me come, baby!”

You didn’t know if it was him or yourself who plunged his fingers faster and deeper inside of you. You didn’t care. In between your moans and pants you heard how wet you were. The “slosh” and “squelch” sound only fueled your desire for him.

“Yes, Yes, Yes!” One of your hands slapped to your breast and squeezed your nipple through your blouse and that was when you felt him quickly flick your clit. The added sensation was too much and your body shook. You could feel your orgasm pushing its way through you. 

“Fuck me! Don’t stop!”

“Right there, you like that? Are you coming for me, sweetheart?” Your head nodded profusely as you babbled incoherently.

“Come for daddy. Show me whose pussy this is. Come all over these fingers!”

Just like that, you let go of whatever you were holding onto and just let the pleasure take over and do to you what it wanted. You screeched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head what triggered your convulsion. 

Before you could scream any louder Jason crushed his lips to yours dissolving the screams you let loose. His fingers didn’t still not for a second, he continued to plow through you giving you a never-ending orgasm, a never-ending wave of pleasure and heat that you felt as if you couldn’t take anymore. 

You began to see stars behind your eyes, stars of every color known to the color wheel. Your lungs felt burned and your mouth was dry and all you were able to get out were rasps.

“I ca—I can’t—I can’t baby.” You clamped your thighs together hoping to slow his actions to give yourself a needed break. You were sensitive everywhere, but you wanted more from him.

“Jason—.” Your hand met his crotch and moaned when you felt the class F weapon he was concealing.

“You want this dick?”

Again, you nodded as you clumsily tried to undo his pants to free him. Every attempt you made was a fail mostly because you had no coordination in your spent condition, and Jason moving away to avoid your hands.

“Do—you—want—this—dick?” With his last word your hand wrapped around his thickness forcing a moan from him. 

“Yes, I want it. I want your dick so bad baby. Please let me have it. Please!” Now you were begging.

A smile spread across his face and you knew he was up to something. Jason lowered himself to you, hovering over your body looking into your eyes.

“The only way you get this dick is if you finally admit what we are. Say the words.”

You should have seen this coming, but you didn’t. He’d planned this. This was his goal.

“Say the words, Y/N.” Jason rubbed his cock across your soaking core sending every logical thought out your head. The man was a master in pleasure torture. It didn’t help that he knew everything you liked, everything that made your body sear. 

He smiled again and you felt the tip of his need stretch you. your jaw dropped and everything in you said, “fuck it”.

“Fine. I’m yours, you’re mine. No more hiding. You and me.”

Jason slowly sank into your heat inch by inch. “You and me. Don’t you ever forget it!” With that, he snapped his hips forward sinking balls deep inside of you triggering yet another orgasm. The entire office would know now and the only thought in your head as he began to murder your pussy was “oh well.”

[minniewoos]

The Morning After, Hwang Hyunjin

Genre: friends to lovers au, slice of life, fluff

Pairing: hyunjin x reader

Word count: 1,457

Summary: You and Hyunjin question what your relationship is after an unexpected night together.

Hwang Hyunjin. You hoped. Oh, boy, did you hope.

You hoped with all your heart that you didn’t get involved with Hwang Hyunjin. Desperately, you wanted to keep your boundaries built around you. You hoped Hwang Hyunjin wouldn’t cross those boundaries and waltz his way into your poor little heart. As good of a friend he was, you didn’t want to become his lover. Not because he would be a bad boyfriend, but because of the aching he would cause to your heart if he left you. You so badly hoped Hwang Hyunjin wouldn’t break through your boundaries.

Unfortunately, hope is not a plan of action.

And as of now, you were laying in bed with Hyunjin. His arm loosely laying over your waist. 

It was approximately seven in the morning and the sun was already shining through the cracks in your curtains. The soft beams of sunlight hit Hyunjins face, just resting over his closed eyes and across his cheek. The pastel gold made him seem ethereal at this moment, it was as if he was glowing.

He was fast asleep, and you were positive he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon. You knew he slept like a log and got cranky if he was woken up too early. So you let him sleep peacefully, just laying there in the quiet atmosphere and reflected on the previous night. All while snuggled close to his exposed chest.

It was very spontaneous. You were only supposed to go to his place to hang out for the evening before summer break ended. But one thing lead to another and now here you were, lying in bed with Hwang Hyunjin. You were perplexed honestly, not because you didn’t remember anything, but just how easily he climbed over your walls and settled himself down in your heart. It made you feel vulnerable, but as you looked at him in that moment, you couldn’t be mad at him. The warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest was too strong.

You sighed and closed your eyes, snuggling up in the covers and the shirt Hyunjin gave you to wear. It smelled like him, which was very clean with a touch of citrus; it was like his clothes were always fresh out of the wash. It gave you a very homey and down to earth feeling.  And you stayed like that for a little while, just in his arms, wearing his shirt, and resting peacefully. You wanted to stay in that moment forever, and you did for a while.

Some time passed before you felt Hyunjin start to shift a little bit. You assumed Hyunjin was just changing positions to be more comfortable, that is until you felt him press an abrupt yet sweet kiss to your forehead. Your eyes were still closed, but that simple gesture from him caused your heart to skip a beat. It was very unexpected, and you were about to open your eyes to let him know you were awake. But then he wrapped his arm around you tighter to pull you flush against him, you lay your head against his chest comfortably. He hugged you tight and you listened to his heartbeat in his chest; you noticed it was beating faster than a normal heart rate, it was fast and steady and a little frantic. It confused you, why was his heartbeat so abnormal, was he scared or anxious? Was it a good thing?

You were hesitant to open your eyes, since then that you mean you would have to talk to him. You would have to think about what last night meant for your relationship and whether or not it would change anything. Maybe you would just stay friends or become friends with benefits, or just maybe it would turn into something more. But if Hyunjin wanted to just stay friends and go back to being the way you were before, you would comply with his wishes. Yet you knew that after last night, you could never feel the same way about Hyunjin again. He embedded himself into your heart now, and you were scared to confront that. So even if for a few more minutes, you pretended to be asleep and just lay there with him.

Hyunjin sighed before he brought his one hand up and played with your hair, gently twirling it around his finger. His other arm stayed firmly around your waist, you wouldn’t be able to get up even if you wanted. You noticed his heartbeat calmed down since he woke up, you figured waking up next to you surprised him at first. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on your lower back, he nearly lulled you back to sleep like that.

“You have…no idea what you do to me, do you.” Hyunjin murmured. His morning voice still sounded tired, it was husky and hushed. Although his statement caught you off guard, you stayed as you were, wondering if he had more to say. And he did.

“You are the most beautiful person I’ve met, and although you’re my best friend and yet I feel like I can never get close to you… You don’t know just how much I love you…huh.” He wondered and chuckled softly, then pushed a strand of hair out of your face. The hand resting on your cheek affectionately. Your heart began to beat rapidly at his confession and you tried to suppress the blush rising to your cheeks. You weren’t even sure what to think, but you were certain he was speaking truthfully, he didn’t even know you could hear him.

But you had to respond to him, especially since you felt the same way; and especially after he tore down your walls you so desperately put up for him. Your eyes were still closed shut and your head was still rested against his chest. So you mumbled ever so quietly, “I love you too, Hyunjin.”

You physically heard this poor boys heart skip a beat and immediately speed up. Hyunjin began to stutter a response frantically.

“I-I, y/n you heard that?? I thought, well you seemed to be sleeping, I didn’t know. You weren’t supposed to, um, to hear that…” His voice petered off in the end. He was completely caught off guard and the cool appearance he usually put on was stripped away. He was a little bit of a mess.

You finally opened your eyes and lifted your head to look Hyunjin face-to-face. The poor guy was red-faced,  wide-eyed, his bedhead was a mess and just seemed overall dumbfounded. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped nervously. Hyunjin quickly tried to regain his composure, even if by a little,

“I’ve been awake for a little while.” You admit sheepishly, laying an arm on his chest and then resting your chin on your arm. Hyunjin only stared up at the ceiling with a blank look, then squeezed his eyes shut as if he regretted all his life choices.

“I want to disappear right now.” He moaned in agony, then brought his arm up to cover his face. “Please ignore me.”

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, “Hey, I said I love you back, you know.”

Hyunjin uncovered his face and just blinked at you confused, “You did?”

“Yea you drama queen.” You giggled at him.

A smile broke out of his face and he squished your cheeks with his palms, “You did!?”

“Um, yea??” You tried to speak through you’re squished cheeks, but it came out slightly muffled.

He chuckled at you as if you were a little puppy, his eyes were basically sparkling at this point. “You’re the cutest, you know that right.”

You smacked his hands off of your cheeks and laughed, “I could say the same for you. You’re basically glowing right now.”

“How can I not be,” Hyunjin wrapped an arm around your waist again and looked you in the eyes, “the person I’m in love with just said they loved me back. I was so worried about what last night might do to our relationship, and I really didn’t want to lose you…I really would’ve hated myself for ruining our friendship.”

“I actually felt the same way…” You admit, “I was too scared to ruin such a good friendship. Even though I’ve liked you for…who knows how long.”

“Well,” Hyunjin began, “does that mean that I can be your boyfriend and your best friend at the same time? And we’ll promise each other to make it work.”

You grinned and nodded enthusiastically, “I’d really like that.”

“Then, y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

You leaned over to peck him on the lips, your hand pushing against his chest lightly. “Of course, Hwang Hyunjin.”

a/n: very loosley edited, enjoy :) 

[thousandfourhundreddays]

One Day At A Time.

Modern John Shelby X Reader

A/N This one wasn’t requested but I’m having a down day amidst all this lockdown stuff, and it gave me an idea so I wanted to write it anyway. It’s ok not to be ok all the time!

It was a Saturday morning so the office was empty as you lazily wondered to your desk. You weren’t meant to be working today, but you came in hoping that it’d be a good distraction, a distraction from what exactly?, you weren’t sure. It’d been a long few days, heavy workloads (yes, even heavier than usual, if that was even possible) long meetings and stressful plans for the future which lead to sleepless nights, and in turn, early mornings. And so you found yourself pulling yourself out of bed, chucking on some grey joggers, a sweatshirt, and a pair of trainers, letting your y/h/c flow loosely over your shoulders and leaving with only your phone and your keys you drove to the Shelby company offices.

Once you reached your desk, you flopped down into your chair, the cool leather offering a feeling of freshness that you hadn’t realised you needed. It didn’t last long though as another wave of exhaustion washed over you.

Quickly checking the time on your phone, 06:02, you lazily chucked both your phone and your keys onto your desk, falling back into your chair with a sigh, your arms hanging on the arm rests, you rubbed your eyes in an attempt to wake yourself up. The silence didn’t last long though as you heard the door swing open with an obnoxious thud, your eyes snapped up towards the sound and you watched an oblivious John Shelby strut in, eyes focused on his phone screen, chuckling at whatever he was reading, a sweet smile gracing his face.

You had worked for the Shelby brothers for years, ever since you were 17, they had found a place for you in the company, now at 21 they were like family to you and they loved you just the same. Your ability to light up a room with nothing but your smile brought joy to thier most stressful days, constantly laughing and joking with them all, checking up on each of them, including making sure they ate, becuase you knew they wouldn’t if you didn’t bother. Although you didn’t realise, you were thier rock.

But John held a special place in your heart, like the rest of them, you loved him to pieces but you didn’t feel the same brotherly connection that you did with Tommy and Aurthur, you felt something more. Of corse you didn’t show it, or at least you hoped you didn’t, not wanting to complicate your relationship. After all, you’d rather have him as a friend than not at all.

“What’re you doing here?” You said in a soft, worn out voice, suddenly snapping John away from his thoughts.

“I could ask you the same thing” he spoke with a surprised grin on his face, that was until he noticed your tousled hair, your pale complexion and drained expression loosley hidden behind your weak smile.

He stopped in his tracks, “y/n?”

“Hm” you replied, trying your best to smile at him.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was laced with concern.

“What? Nothing, I’m fine” you spoke, in your best, fake happy voice.

John hurried over to you, desperate to make sure you were ok. Gentley spinning your desk chair to face him, he crouched down in front of you, his eyebrows pulled together with worry. Resting both hand on your knees, he spoke again, “Talk to me y/n, what’s happened!?”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes, trying your best to hold back your tears. Resting your right elbow on the armrest, you leant your head in your hand, taking a slow, deep breath in, and out.

“A long few days, that’s all.” You said weakly.

Johns eyes softened, “yeah?” He questioned, making sure that you were telling him the truth.

“Yeah” you repeated, and he knew you were being honest with him, he could see the pure exhaustion in your eyes.

“Look at me y/n, look at me” his voice was tender and full of worry. He reached for your hand, holding it in his own, his thumb grazing your skin naturally.

“This isn’t like you, y/n.” A hot tear rolled down your cheek. John has never seen you cry, and if he had, it’d been tears of laughter. “You don’t have to be ok 24/7, love. It’s alright to feel down some days, don’t beat yourself up about it. Allow it. Just take it one day at a time... Let Tommy be the miserable one ay” flashing you him cheeky grin which you mirrored. With his spare hand, he reached up and cupped your face, wiping away the tears with his thumb and you leaned into his palm, holding onto his arm with your own. “I hate seeing you like this, I really do, you don’t deserve to feel like this, but it’s normal. I know it’s been a shit few days and I’m sorry, it’s been busy but it’s done now, I promise.”

Giggling slightly, “Don’t be sorry”

“Yeah well I am, deal with it” he said jokingly, the edges of his lips pulling up into a little smile.

“Listen, your not working today, let’s go get a coffee yeah? Try and cheer you up.” He stood, looking down at you, offering you his hand.

“I look like shit” you laughed, looking up to meet his eyes. “No.” He shook his head surely. “You look beautiful” his face was serious, almost stern. You didn’t notice the adoration he had for you in his eyes.

“Fucking hell, get your eyes checked.” You scoffed under your breath, ruining the moment.

“Christ y/n” lovingly shaking his head at you, as you dried your eyes, he held your hands out and you gladly let him pull you up. He reached for your phone and keys, placing them in your hands and offering you his arm. Linking your arm with his, you walked out of the office together, resting your head on his arm as you went.

“Thank you, John” you said faintly

“Let’s get you sorted, ay” he replied, placing a delicate kiss to your hair.

A/n ermmmmm... kinda in love with this

MASTERLIST

[wiildhcartsrun]

Stevie’s Fanfic Progress;

AO3 is localsatan

WORKS IN PROGRESS:

SMUTTY PIECE ; Public Smut Pieces for One Piece Ships

LawNami ( Restaruant ), KidLaw ( Cinema DONE! ), AceNami ( Car, Driving ), SanjiLaw ( Car, Parked ), Frobin ( Uber / Taxi ), PeronaUta ( Dressing Room ), KidKiller ( Movie Night ), SanjiNami ( Beach ), LawRobin ( Library ), ZoSan ( Public Bathroom )

One Shots  for One Piece ; Suggest Some!, Length will Vary

POLYAM PIECE tag here

quick requesting rules:

nothing sexual / suggestive with minors

no minor / adult romantic or sexual, this is from when they MEET, if they meet with one as a minor and one an adult, i will not do. ONLY exception would be the 17 - 19 year age gap as that is just one - two years

no romantic family ; including step, foster, adoptive

age gaps are okay so LONG as the people meet when they were adults in their original media

Self Prompts, prompts I’ve given myself that I’ll work on:

S8ker Boi KidLaw, I’m With You KidLaw College AU, Amnesia Loosely Based KidLaw

ALL BELOW THIS MARK ARE ON HIATUS DUE TO MOTIVATION LACKING

Tattoo Artist Eddie / Florist Steve AU, Stranger Things, Tattooed Bouquet HIATUS

Ships: Steddie ( Main ), Ronance ( May Change to Wheelcheer / NancyxChrissy  & Robin/Vickie ), Byler, Lumax, Elmax

note i may throw out the old version if i end up doing to many rewrites as i do like the current version ; it just may not fit with these new found headcanons 

Friends Don’t Fanfic

Ship: Steddie

Eddie, not aware of his sexuality having a crisis over his feelings for Steve - loosley based on Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae

Better Sorry Than Safe

Ship: Steddie

Steve, dragged out to a Open Mic Night at a local bar by his favourtie lesbians ( Robin. Chrissy & Nancy ), where surprise, Eddie - Steve’s ex is playing on stage. Eddie who had up and left one day without a single word after a few years of a relationship with Steve - now, we’re looking into their relationship in the build up and the now present time. - Based loosely on Better Sorry than Safe by Halestorm

Tangled Steddie AU

Role Reversal - Steddie

100 - 1000 word Drabble Request Count: 4 ( 3 MLB, 1 JATP, 1 Stranger Things )

below are my works that are WIP but on Hiatus

Pirate AU, Julie and The Phantoms. wind in my hair; the sea before me IN PROGRESS / HIATUS

Ships: Peterpatter, Juke, Morgan(OC)xReggie, Flarrie, Willex, CarriexKayla, MorganxJulie, CarriexFlynnXKayla

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loosley inspired by anon: Hi! Can you do an Eddie/VenomXreader with reader as a prison psychologist at San Quentin where Cletus Kasady is? Maybe EddieXreader have been working together for awhile when Carnage arrives and shit hits the fan? Thank you so much!

Description:  Reader and Eddie have been paired up for a journalism project.  The reader was intrigued by the case of Cletus Kasady and decided to go along with Eddie for his interview.  Shit goes wild from there.

(Y’all don’t judge me too hard over this one, it’s honestly a stretch.)

You were popping your knuckles like you always did before meeting someone.  You had been wanting to meet the maniac for quite some time, he intrigued you a great amount.  You wondered what made him click.  You wondered what was going on in his mind.  You wondered what you would say to him, or even the man who was accompanying you.  He was a very buff man.  He was handsome.  But you had no time for that.  Your focus today was Cletus Kasady.

The guard escorted you and Eddie back to where they kept Cletus.  Eddie held a small notebook in his hand.  “Notes,” you questioned.  Eddie looked at you, “Just the important stuff.  Stuff that I can’t forget.”  You nodded at Eddie.  The guard stopped you and Eddie directly before the large steel door.  “Don’t try anything stupid.  He’s smarter than he looks.  We don’t need more blood on our hands,” he warned you of Cletus.  

“Hey, Red~  I got some visitors for ya’,” he spoke as he opened the door to reveal a many in a straight-jacket.  He smiled at Eddie, “Hi, Eddie,” he paused and looked at you, “And... you brought me a friend?”  Eddie looked at you to make sure you were not discouraged.  You were not.  The psychopath did not scare you, not in the slightest.  You did not even feel a need to have your guard up.  You wondered if that was a bad thing.  “She’s my partner,” Eddie tried to get the attention off you.  “Well, it was nice of you to bring such a pretty girl here,” he smirked.  You did not break your stone-cold face.  Eddie was becoming anxious as Cletus continued to taunt you.  “C’mon, Cletus.  Let’s talk, just you and me,” Eddie broke the attention from you.  “Come a little closer, Eddie.  I can’t see you all that well,” Cletus stared.  Eddie whispered to you, “Don’t move.”   You did not mind Eddie trying to protect you.  But the thing was, you did not need his protection.  You decided to creep forward slightly behind Eddie, not quite coming as close to Cletus as Eddie was.  

Eddie stopped barely a yard away from Cletus’ little jail box.  Cletus smiled at Eddie, “Eddie, when I get out of here - and I will - there’s gonna be carnage.  The likes that San Quentin couldn’t dream of.  I promise, Eddie, you and I are gonna have some fun times.  And as for you, pretty girl, I think you and I can have a different kind of fun.”  You felt your stomach churn at Cletus’ remark.  A very quiet “Ew,” left your lips.  Cletus heard and licked his lips at you.  Cletus’ smile went to a grim frown.  His eyes went dark... darker then before.  Suddenly, the guard grabbed you by the back of the arm.  You spun around, “Wh-what?!”  “You both need to go,” he demanded as he grabbed Eddie too.  The guard slammed the giant door behind you as he escorted you back away from Cletus.

Eddie was clearly frustrated that his interview was cut short.  His notebook was crunched up in his fist.  You did not want to look up at Eddie, so you watched your own feet on the floor.  A beam of sunlight glared into your eyes as you reached the exit.  The sun was going down.  The guard thanked you and Eddie for stopping by, “You can come by some other time to finish.  There’s some... things going on right now that we have to take care of.”  Before you could say a word, the door was closed.  You furrowed your eyebrows.  “FUCK,” Eddie shouted.  You turned to face Eddie in your startled state.  “Fuck, Goddammit!  I cannot go down this path again!  I can’t loose another... I KNOW THAT!  SHUT IT,” Eddie was arguing with himself.  You watched as Eddie composed himself.  You did not question him.  You only watched.  Eddie shot a look at you that could have killed, “Are you ready to leave?”  You felt your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, “Y-yeah...  I’ll call my Uber-” “Get on my bike.”  Eddie attempted to hand over a helmet to you, but you did not take it.  “I’ve never road before,” you insisted keeping your composure.  “You just wrap your arms around me and hold on tight.  I’ll take you home so you don’t have to waste your money on some over-priced taxi,” Eddie’s mind was else where.  You knew he was mad about not getting a full interview with Cletus.  What was spoken was more in the form of threats.  Eddie put the helmet on your head, “C’mon, it’s getting dark.”  You smiled at Eddie as you strapped the helmet under your chin.  You got on behind Eddie, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.  Eddie smiled over his shoulder, “Ready?”  You nodded into his back.  Eddie chuckled to himself as he took off.

Eddie stopped his bike in front of your apartment.  You were a little shaken, but would never let Eddie know that.  You enjoyed the ride back wit Eddie.  Eddie helped you off the bike.  You did not lead on that you were a little shaken, but Eddie could tell by how tight our grip was on him.  You smiled at Eddie, “I really appreciate the ride.”  Eddie smiled a goofy grin, “No problem, scardie cat.”  You rolled your eyes, “Oh, shut up.”  You and Eddie laughed.  “We should... hangout.  Outside of these circumstances.  Not with a murderer third-wheeling, y’know,” Eddie smiled.  “I would love that, Eddie,” you smiled.  You took Eddie’s crumbled notebook out of his jacket pocket and wrote your cell number in it.  Eddie bit his lip as your body slowly backed away from his.  He watched you closely.  Eddie’s mind was running with thoughts of you.  Your smell was alluring to him.  The beautiful, sweet flower scent made his mind imagine lustful things.  “I’ll see you, Eddie,” you bit your lip.  “Bye, Princess,” he licked his lips.  “Drive safe, Eddie,” you headed inside you apartment.  You were very happy with how things had went over with Eddie.  

You sat in your apartment, texting Eddie.  You sent him a picture of Sideshow Bob from The Simpsons that read “Interview went great, huh?”  Eddie sent laughing emojis.  The entirety of your conversation went like this.  Joke after joke.  It made you smile.  Everything was going great until you heart a somewhat distant explosion.  It was so far away it sounded like a gunshot.  You texted Eddie to ask if he had heard it too.  He hadn’t, but he encouraged you check the local news.  You clicked the remote to the local news channel.  To your surprise, there had been an incident at San Quentin.  You texted Eddie, “Looking like our friend is coming our way.”  Eddie sent another laughing emoji, “I’m sure.  Bring it on.”  Eddie told you he had some personal things to do and would text back when he could.  You told him you might be hitting the hay soon, it was no problem.  You laid on your couch thinking about San Quentin.  Your jokes were beginning to bleed into your paranoia.  You tried to laugh it off.  You knew no one could break out of San Quentin.  You felt your eyes getting heavy.  You did not really feel like moving from the couch, so you decided to sleep there.  

You were awoke by the sound of breaking glass.  You sat straight up on the couch.  You turned to see a familiar face standing directly across from you.  It was Cletus Kasady.  You felt your heart sink.  “Wh-What the hell?!  HOW THE HELL DID YOU~” “Shut it, sweetie,” Cletus began to make his way toward you.  You jumped to your feet, but your legs gave out from under you.  You fell to your knees in fear.  Cletus knelled in front of you, taking your chin in his hand.  “It feels so nice to touch you... you’re so much softer then I imagined,” he smirked in your face.  You fell backwards in an attempt to get away from him.  Cletus smiled, “I could tell earlier that you’re interested in me, Y/N.  I’m not gonna lie, you got me going earlier.  I couldn’t resist coming here.  I needed to see you.”  You felt your eyes widen.  Cletus was no longer touching you.  He had his back against the couch as he stared at your body on the floor.  “It’s not fun when you’re this easy,” Cletus whispered.  You sat up slowly.  You stared at the man as his blank expression clicked off your TV.  “H-How the h-h-hell did you get here,” you stuttered.  “That’s not important right now.  All good things come to those who wait,” he grinned at you.  “Listen here, I know how bad you are going to want to reach for your phone, believe you me I do, but if you know what’s good for you, you won’t.  You might as well let me have it,” Cletus glared at you.  You took your phone off the couch, slowly.  You slid it across the room, directly in front of the door.  “No tricks.  I am interested in your mind, Cletus.  I am interested in... you,” you assured him.  Something you had picked up over the years.  People would believe almost anything when you were flattering them.  Cletus smiled, “You really think I’m some kind of idiot?  I know your bullshit games.  I’m the master of them myself.  Now, we can talk.  I’m more interested in you then you are of me, I can assure that.”  You once again felt no fear around Cletus.  You felt he wanted no harm to come to you.  Which was odd, seeing how he had murdered several people.  Maybe it was ignorant of you to assume that.  But you chose to do so none the less.  

You sat with your eyes to the floor.  You did not fear Cletus, but you did not feel comfortable making eye contact with him.  He was staring at you rather hard.  You felt your stomach churn, which was unusual for you.  You did not usually scare easy.  Today had really been different.  It was odd.  You were not sure why today had changed you.  Maybe it was the change in atmosphere or your encounter with Eddie.  You were not sure, but you did not like how this was all affecting you.  You hugged your knees.  Suddenly, Cletus scooted closer to you.  You felt your heart sink as you could feel his body heat radiating off him.  You did not know what he was going to do, but you knew something was going to happen.  You felt Cletus’ hand squeeze your exposed thigh.  Your eyes darted to him as you tried to deny his touch.  He did not take kindly to your denial, so he pushed himself onto you.  “Stop resisting,” he insisted as you continued to scoot away.  Cletus grabbed you by the wrists and pinned you to the ground with some very brute strength he had not been showing before.  You squirmed as the man hovered over you.  “Cl-Cletus, you cannot do this,” you tried to plead with Cletus.  Cletus did not care about the cries of some girl.  He had heard many women scream in terror at his horrendous acts.  You begging for his mercy only made him want you more.  You knew that once Cletus got what he wanted he would most likely kill you and not think a second thought about it.  You were nothing more then another body to him.  You were nothing.  

You could feel you loosing strength as Cletus’ grip on you tightened.  You fought him to release you, but his grip would only worsen.  You struggled below him as he held you in place.  You had never felt so weak in your entire life.  You felt your eyes begin to fill up with tears.  You were worried of what would become of you within the next hour, if you even had that long left.  You felt your warm tears burn as they ran down your cheek.  Your heart was racing below him.  Your breathing was heavy.  You were panicking.  You had two main options: give up or do something drastic.  You decided to fight rather then become the next statistic.  You hiked your knee, slamming right into his soft space between his legs.  He screamed in your face as the pain ran through his body.  You pushed him off you and began for the door.  Before you could get completely off the floor, Cletus had his hand wrapped around your ankle.  You fell to the floor, catching yourself on your elbows.  You winced as you felt your elbows rub against the hardwood, ripping your skin open.  You looked over your shoulder at Cletus.  His face was contorted in a semi-smile mixed with his obvious anger with you.  “Listen here, you little slut, you’re little hero isn’t here to save you now.  I’ll kill you without hesitation, don’t think I won’t,” Cletus rose above you.  You swung your legs, nailing him right in the chest.  Only this time, Cletus was not fazed by your erratic motions.  Cletus turned you over to face him.  He leaned into you, “You think you’re slick?  You’re a joke.”  He spat on you.  Your eyes widened as his eyes went from blue to a monstrous grey.  They were not his.  You were more afraid then before as the man on top of you was becoming more and more violent.  He began violently blinking, “I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR THAT....  JUST BE QUIET!”  He was arguing with himself.  You were beginning to fear more and more for your safety.  His mental status was obviously not a good one.  He stood up off you, beating his hand against his head.  You slowly rose to your feet.  You thought about running, but your curious side got the better of you.  You back away from him, but still stayed to see what was going on with him.  He was shaking his head in anger.  He was in pain.  His teeth were grinding together as he shouted to himself.  There was a lot of screaming in pain and anger until, “THEN JUST LEAVE!”  

END//PART 1