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As someone who had to do quantitative methods and advanced quantitative methods, get ready for some tears and a new love of qualitative 😭😂

You'll survive! I promise ✨️

Santa's Statistics Helper ¬ Michael Gavey

Plot - In the midst of the worst Christmas of your life, you meet an arrogant genius who takes pity on your inability to do statistics. Pairing - Michael Gavey x PsychologyStudent!Reader Notes/Warnings - As a psychology student who hates statistics, this was just based off how my boyfriend explains it to me. Michael is a bit of a sweetheart in this with streaks of arrogance. Not proofread so I apologise in advance if it is terrible Word Count - 1,943

Sunday the 10th of December

“As it helps identify the patterns, the correlation matrix is useful in psychological testing, economics, risk management, and statistics. Calculated as (x(i)-mean(x))*(y(i)-mean(y)) / ((x(i)-mean(x))2 * (y(i)-mean(y))2. This mode- Oh for fuck’s sakes!”

Slamming the monotone textbook of your nightmares closed and shoving it to the opposite side of the oaken table, you breathe a sigh of frustration. Four hours you’ve been trying, 240 minutes of your life spent in a lonely library struggling to grasp the difference between a correlation matrix and covariance matrix. If someone told you when you picked psychology that you’d be sacrificing your Christmas to study for some pathetic quantitative methodologies’ module, you would have switched your career pathway to dogwalker.

Unfortunately, you aren’t a bloody psychic so here you sit with red rimmed eyes, frizzing hair from repeatedly tugging at it, and longing for being home watching The Polar Express. A string of swears partnered with the shuffling of papers acted as your soundtrack for the next few minutes as you attempted to build back up your confidence.

“You made it this far; you can do this! Once this module is done, you can get a pint and burn your calculator.”

Just as you leant to grab the textbook, a voice broke through your bubble of academic frustration.

“Don’t think you’d get very far burning a calculator after a few pints, I’ve seen how you handle your alcohol.”

Jumping backwards in your chair, eyes frantically assessing the source of the teasing words. There he stood, Michael Gavey. You had only met him in once during Freshers, but after minimal contact with him, you understood that he looked down on your choice of degree. Mutterings of how it is a pointless degree for vapid girls who would become housewives or receptionists within years of graduation. Mousy hair that had no clear style, smudged glasses, and an oversized maroon jumper that made him appear wider than usual.

Perhaps it was your lack of sleep, but Michael Gavey seemed to be far better looking than before.

“What the fuck Gavey?! Could have given me a heart attack, and I know you are smart but you aren’t a bloody doctor.” Clutching your chest to emphasise the theatrics of your startled self, a small huff left your person with the final word.

With a soft chuckle, the lanky boy slid into the chair opposite before resting his judgmental eyes on your figure. Assessing your appearance as if you were one of his equations. Those denim blues flickering between you and the scattered papers filled with incorrect or half-complete statistical equations.

Moments passed in silence, and with each second you grew more agitated with the piercing gaze from the bespectacled boy. “What are you even doing here Gavey? Is Christmas too simple and mainstream for you to celebrate?”

“I would ask you the same question, but from what I recall you seem to embrace the simple. Or does that only apply to your choice in degree?”

That fleeting thought of attraction was zapped from the air as his words bit at your confidence. Usually, a quick-witted response would fall from your lips, but after days of struggling, it was difficult to view yourself as anything but a student heading towards failure.

It was clear to tell the atmosphere had shifted, a tense weight fell between the pair of you. Watching as his calculated smirk fell, understanding that perhaps his words might not have been appreciated in this moment.

“What do you want Michael? I’m too busy to be belittled today.”

“Well, I was planning on asking you to be quiet. I’ve had to listen to your ridiculous murmurings for the past 2 hours. Not to mention the constant echoing of you abusing those poor books.” Straightening himself in the padded wooden seat, attempting to appear unphased by how defeated your voice sounded.

Even though Michael would never admit to it, he always harboured a modest crush on you. He remembers the way you walked around the different Fresher events with such confidence, despite not knowing anyone prior to starting University. Eyes following your figure as you made the rounds before making your way to his table of one. That was when he messed up. Something about your presence made any semblance of a filter disappear, and the insults flew from his lips before he could bite the words down. All he could do was stare as that kind spark in your eyes faltered and you muttered a discouraged goodbye before walking away from his lonely table.

Since that day, he kept an eye out for you. Never once daring to speak again, but always glancing at your corner table during dinnertime just to catch a glimpse of that jubilant smile. Yes, he thought any subject outside of mathematics-based degrees were pointless to society. Although for some reason, he never wanted you to feel anything less for your choice of pathway. Everyone else on your course might be a half-wit, but not you. Never you.

Suddenly feeling sheepish, you make a move to pack away. “Oh, I apologise. Truthfully, I thought I was the only one who stayed back for Christmas break.”

Hand reaching across to grab the textbook currently resting before the boy, you were met halfway by a larger colder hand. “Don’t leave on my account, especially before I can explain to you the different applications of correlation matrixes.”

Rearranging the position of his chair to minimise the space between the both of you, as he fumbled through your plethora of mock questions and attempted answers. All whilst your mouth parted with puzzlement, leaving you to watch his movement with questioning eyes.

“Why in the world would you help me?”

“Figures it could balance out my karma for slagging your subject. Plus, I can’t sit here knowing you are desecrating maths and not intervene.”

And with the rippling sounds of the pages followed by the subtle knock of the textbook cover, the pair of you began an unlikely partnership.

Monday the 18th of December

The next seven days were spent in that secluded corner of the century-old building with Michael explaining statistical concepts in his velvety tones. At the start, he found it difficult to not mark his superiority or mock your questions that seemed elementary to him. Eventually, he grew to understand that you really did care about understanding the methods entirely, and that your questions spawned from craving knowledge rather than sheer stupidity. Awkward explanations turned into two-way conversations during study breaks, and silly jokes. If anyone were to enter the library, they would hear the duo of laughs ricochet off the walls of books. Perhaps they would think that two friends were sharing inside jokes, but if anyone saw the pair of you, they would see two fools infatuated with one another.

It was true, within the past week Michael’s crush only grew and you started to realise that Michael might be the unexpected highlight of university. Since Freshers, you felt drawn to him, and maybe at the start it was purely a physical attraction that was shut down by his mean-spirited comments. But this version of Michael, where he feels comfortable and lets down his arrogant guard, this is the boy that you wish you’d known from the beginning. Heart fluttering when he praises you, chest aching from giggles at his nerdy jokes, and fingertips lingering slightly too long on his veiny hand.

As the snow falls outside, the pair of you sat with only the sound of your nervous drumming and the scratch of Michael’s pen across your mock examination. Studying his side profile, getting lost in the way his lips purse with satisfaction when he ticks off a correct answer, if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was proud of you. Several moments trickled by in silence, waiting in anticipation to see whether the hours spent together had actually taught you anything. There was the unspoken discomfort of what happens next. If you had passed with flying colours, does that mean you and him go back to strangers? Could you pretend to be less than friends again with all these newfound feelings? Truthfully, part of you wished you failed so he would have to keep tutoring you.

“And you did it. Congratulations, you have officially conquered statistics.” Sliding across the paper marked 86% with a little smile into your expectant hands. Those stormy blues meeting yours to watch the excitement unfold.

“I did it? Oh my god, I did it!”

Waving the paper in the air before bringing it to your chest, eyes sparkling with happiness as the weight of failure floats off your shoulders. Michael could only match your exuberant smile, leaning his chiselled chin on the palm of his hand to watch the subject of his dreams glitter in front of him. He knew the doubts that clouded your judgement were bullshit. In his eyes you were almost as smart as him, only in a different way. Watching your seated celebrations as he commits the image to memory, with fear of today being the last day of closeness between you two. Michael half expected you to drop him after realising you understood the concepts. That you would finally recognise you are worth more than someone like him. Someone of a higher class, someone more muscular, someone who isn’t a social pariah.

Those thoughts were halted by the feel of your jumper-clad arms being thrown around his neck, drawing him close. Snapping out of his daydream just as you bridged the gap between your lush lips and his own. Michael felt you melt into him, arms softening in their hold but your lips still continuing the connection with passion. This kiss was all consuming, built up with each second of vulnerability shown throughout the moments together. He noted that you tasted like spearmint gum, and it perfectly complimented the constant chocolate that lurked on his tastebuds.

Somehow it felt like the pair of you were joined for eternity, feeling as if the cool of his lens would be ingrained on your skin. Reluctantly the two young students separated, faces flushed and chests heaving in a desperate attempt to fill your lungs. The realisation of your bold move flashed in your brain, panic arising in your stomach at all the possible scenarios that could happen next, but those fears settled as you saw the soft look hidden behind those glasses.

“Thank you, Michael. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

“Well, it does help that I’m a mathematical genius. But truthfully, I’ve enjoyed teaching you and would happily continue our study sessions.” Despite his clear words, Michael was still recovering from the shockwaves in his body from the taste of you on his lips. Mentally he was cringing at his entirely unromantic words, but all you did was smile.

“As much as I would like that, I’d prefer if our relationship went beyond studying? Perhaps we could go for a celebratory pint or get dinner together.” Awkwardly twiddling the hem of his sweater between your fingertips as you avoided his eyeline. “You know, like a date? Only if you would be happy with that, of course.”

“I’ve come to realise that if I was a correlation matrix, and you’d be the variable that’s highly correlated with my happiness. So yes, I’d love to take YOU on a date”

Laughter erupted in your belly at his cheesy line, and he fought the urge to pull in for another kiss. Instead, he chose to intertwine your warm hands with his. “A genius, a gentleman, a teacher, and now a comedian? You, Michael Gavey, are an adventure I can’t wait to explore.”

#summer talks

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Santa's Statistics Helper ¬ Michael Gavey

Sunday the 10th of December

“You made it this far; you can do this! Once this module is done, you can get a pint and burn your calculator.”

Just as you leant to grab the textbook, a voice broke through your bubble of academic frustration.

“Don’t think you’d get very far burning a calculator after a few pints, I’ve seen how you handle your alcohol.”

Perhaps it was your lack of sleep, but Michael Gavey seemed to be far better looking than before.

“I would ask you the same question, but from what I recall you seem to embrace the simple. Or does that only apply to your choice in degree?”

“What do you want Michael? I’m too busy to be belittled today.”

Suddenly feeling sheepish, you make a move to pack away. “Oh, I apologise. Truthfully, I thought I was the only one who stayed back for Christmas break.”

“Why in the world would you help me?”

“Figures it could balance out my karma for slagging your subject. Plus, I can’t sit here knowing you are desecrating maths and not intervene.”

And with the rippling sounds of the pages followed by the subtle knock of the textbook cover, the pair of you began an unlikely partnership.

Monday the 18th of December

“I did it? Oh my god, I did it!”

“Thank you, Michael. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

“I’ve come to realise that if I was a correlation matrix, and you’d be the variable that’s highly correlated with my happiness. So yes, I’d love to take YOU on a date”

#michael gavey #michael gavey x reader #michael gavey imagine #ewan mitchell x reader #saltburn #ewan mitchell #michael gavey x you

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Works in Progress List

Be aware that these post dates are tentative

Michael Gavey x Fem!Reader (07/12) What happens when Michael, known Oxford genius accidently challenges the female Einstein of Cambridge? A weekend of proving who's best. Academic rivals, smut with a touch of fluff and angst.

Lando Norris x Driver!OC (10/12) Koenigsegg has joined the championship with Sigrid Keoghan as their principle driver. The 21-year old experiences the ups and downs of being a new driver, with the added bonus of an ex-one-night-stand popping up as her Orange-clad rival. Rivals, series, fluff + angst + smut all in one

Aegon Targaryen x Wife!Reader (08/12) What if Aegon did manage to run away? Escape the pressures of the Greens? Perhaps he would be able to find love. Pure fluff because Aegon needs some love

Spencer Reid x Professor!Fem!Reader (11/12) After the death of his mother, Spencer finds himself accepting a job at Oxford University. Attempting to start fresh, he meets a fellow professor who helps him feel whole again.Series, fluffy with a dash of angst, age gap, comfort for Reid

Aemond Targaryen x Distant Targ!Fem!Reader (08/12) Follows Y/N Targaryen, granddaughter of Saera and Aenys Targaryen (I will give a detailed plot later, its too much to write here) Series, badass reader, fluff + angst + smut

#work in progress #current wip

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She's Back

hello comfortreaders!

I'm making a gradual return to writing now that I am graduating.

Whilst I might not be constantly posting, I do have some ideas floating around.

I apologise in advance if my writing style has changed, or if I am not writing about the same characters as before (my fandoms have slightly changed).

Anyways, first fic is up and I'll be posting my WIP list soon <3

#summer talks

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The Way I Love You ¬ Coriolanus Snow

Plot - All you want is one night with Corio, the real him. Pairing - Young!Coriolanus Snow x Best Friend!Female!Reader Notes/Warnings - Corio is ooc in this, but the idea is that he is slightly hinged for her and he is aware of his redflags. Possessive? Mentions of deaths. Reader is lowkey just blind to Corio's darkness. First fic back so let's see how it goes! Word Count - 1,443

9pm

“You promised!”

“And when exactly did I promise this?”

He watched as her fists clenched the corners of her skirt, breath dripping with exasperation. Calmly watching from the comfort of his leather chair, nursing a glass of amber whilst his eyes followed the milky fabric adorning his best-friend’s figure. Almost 30 minutes of her attempting to convince him to leave his opaque penthouse.

“Last year, when you were too busy on my birthday, you promised me that I could choose whatever I wanted to do for one da-” Stilling her movements, frozen as realisation washed over her. “You sneaky fucker! Not once have you forgotten a promise between us.”

Corio wanted to laugh as her face scrunched with faux anger, but all he did was cock his eyebrow as a gentle smirk settled on his lips. “Of course, I didn’t forget. However, this little song and dance has been quite amusing.”

Resting his drink to the side, he rose to full height and reached his delicate hand out towards the girl. “I will agree, purely on the premise that nothing we do could harm either of our reputations.”

A smile brighter than freshly fallen snow crept onto her face.

“You have my word.”

1am

Corio may have noticed the ache in his legs if he didn’t have such a captivating distraction hanging from his bicep. After aimlessly strolling through the Capitol, the myriad of hues illuminating their faces as they spoke of the most mundane aspects of their adult lives to giggling at memories of their youth. Having known one another since the tender age of 10, there is little left unsaid between the pair. Perhaps only one thing.

“I’ve missed you Corio”

Shifting his head to where her figure was pressed against his side, their tandem steps slowed. Only those who understood the inner works of Coriolanus Snow could see the cogs turning behind those azure eyes. Flickering across her face, attempting to decode her words.

“Don’t be silly. We see each other constantly; your office is barely 20 steps from mine.”

The young woman bit back a sigh. In all the years she had known Snow, he excelled in many things but struggled with matters of the heart. “No, I see Coriolanus Snow constantly. Future President of Panem, prodigy Gamemaker. I can barely remember the last time I had a conversation with the real you, Corio, before tonight.”

Stilling completely, allowing her arm to slip from the loop of his. It was a rare occurrence for the young man to be devoid of words, only having ever been rendered speechless by the very same woman only a touch away. In all truthfulness, he yearned for her presence. He longed for the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled with delight when indulging in dessert, her uncanny ability to understand his thoughts, and most importantly, the way she allowed him to be himself.

He missed her too.

Perhaps it was his silence, or perhaps it was the cool air that unsettled her. Bubbles of anxiety began to rise in her stomach, fearing that she had overstepped or somehow offended the blond. “I only mean that you have sides to you. Whilst I like all of them, the one I care about most is the real you. I’m sorry, but I miss my best friend.”

“I barely know the real me anymore.”

It was truth. Being betrayed by Lucy Gray, the blood on his hands, the character he has had to play since; it was exhausting. The darkness swirling inside of him corrupting his daily thoughts, paranoia and greed clouding his mind. It was all too much to expose to her.

She embodied life, a breath of fresh air in a world torn apart by capitalism and violence. Coriolanus could never understand why she cared for him, why she befriended him. But he could never jeopardise losing her. The darker side of him wishes to lock her up in the Penthouse, so her sun only shines for him. Keep away the prying eyes of men who wish to glimpse the sweetness of her smile. But alas, he cannot. An innocent fragment of his soul forbids his darkness from tainting her, even if he must create distance to do so.

“After all that has happened, the Corio you know barely exists anymore.” Those stormy eyes refusing to meet her gaze by fixating on the gleaming silver ring adoring his finger. “If only you knew, you wouldn’t look at me the same.”

The warmth of her hand sliding into his captures his focus. “If only I knew about what happened during the games? If only I knew about Lucy Gray, and those people you killed? If only I knew how dark your soul feels? I know Corio.”

Snapping to meet her gaze, he feels as if she had knocked the air out of his lungs. How could she possibly know? Why would she be standing here with him? Was she going to hold this over him? A flurry of thoughts stormed behind his eyes, as she only tightened her hold on his large hand.

“Did you really think you could lie to me? I know you better than I know myself. When you came back from District 12, I could see behind those lies you were spewing. I saw the hurt she caused, the trauma you had witnessed, and how it broke the light inside of you.”

For the second time tonight, Coriolanus was speechless. Perhaps she didn’t know whose blood coats his hands, or the exact details of what happened those years ago, but she knew enough. And she was still standing there in front of him.

“And you still care about me?”

“I will always care about you Corio. Now come on, I want to take you somewhere!”

And with that, she pulled him further into the night.

2:45am

Neither of them had uttered a word since their conversation.

Laid side by side on the refreshing emerald blades of grass as they look towards the stars above, only their subtle breathing filling the air. Despite the silence, the interlocked fingers expressed a thousand words.

A hitched breath broke the still atmosphere of the hilltop.

“Do you love me?”

Her words stopped his heart mid-beat.

“What? Of course, I love you. You are my best friend.” His words flow smoothly, as his thoughts run erratically to concoct the perfect lie.

The grass shuffles as she turns her head to face him. “No, do you love me like I love you?”

Corio continues staring straight towards the constellations, knowing that her alluring eyes could weaken his resolve in mere seconds.

“Because the way I love you is more than someone who loves a best friend. Almost as if you are the only person who makes my heart dizzy with joy. If you don’t love me the same way, it’s okay. Just needed to finally tell you.”

The breeze acts as a ticking clock, emphasising the lack of response from the young man and amplifying the anxiety building in the woman as she faces the stars once more.

Its almost too quiet to be heard, a whisper in the wind, but she hears it clearly. “I do love you the way you love me.”

Turning in unison to face one another, his free hand reaching to caress the toasty skin of her cheek. Gentle strokes of his chilled fingers, drawing without destination on her skin as the blond builds the courage to speak once more.

“The way I love you terrifies me. You are the only one who brings me happiness, the only one who knows my sorrows, the only one I would sacrifice for. I obsess over you. I want to hold you and protect you. I wish to possess you. All because I love you the way you love me.”

Searching his irises for any fragment of dishonesty, her smile grows as she finds none. Inching closer to the man who has held her heart for a decade, his minty breath invading her senses.

With lips mere millimetres apart, a light whisper leaves her mouth “I’ll be yours Corio, for as long as you are mine. We can possess one another.”

As if those were the only words he ever craved, he intertwined his lips with hers. Soaking in the feeling of ecstasy as his hold on her tightens. She embraced the overwhelming sensation of complete bliss, revelling in every single second as her fingers interlock with his porcelain-locks.

Her lips fit with his so perfectly, it was clear that they were made to possess each other. And now that Panem’s king had his Queen, nothing could break him.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #president snow x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow imagine #the hunger games #tbosas #tom blyth x reader

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yes I am technically reblogging myself

Grading System

Undergraduate degrees usually use the classification system for grades. First class (1st) is the highest you can get (70%+), followed by 2:1 (60%-69%), then 2:2 (50%-59%), finally third class (40%-49%. During undergraduate, most universities say anything below 40% is a fail.

At Masters they use the same grade boundaries but a first is called a distinction, 2:1 is a merit, 2:2 is a pass. Anything below 50% is a fail.

Before Uni Qualifications

If you want to mention secondary school qualifications, use the terms GCSEs (taken at age 16) and A levels (taken at age 18). Usually people take 8-10 subjects at GSCEs, and 3-4 at A level.

Both of these use the A* to D grading system, usually anything below a C is considered a fail.

TIPS FOR WRITING IN AN ENGLISH UNIVERSITY SETTING from someone who’s been through it!

This post is written with fanfic in mind, specifically about Michael Gavey as a Maths student at the University of Oxford.

University structure

At Oxford, you are there typically for three years. You’re not usually referred to as “first year”, “second year” or “third year/final year” as nouns, and are more likely to describe yourself as being “in my first year” etc. The only exception is your first few weeks at uni when you’re known as a fresher. Your first week in your first year is known as “freshers week”, and its lots of social activities around the uni and beyond.

OXFORD IS NOT A CAMPUS UNI. University housing and buildings are scattered around the city of Oxford, and so using terms like “on campus” are not applicable.

Term starts in early October, and most exams are wrapped up by June.

Housing

Oxford is one of four English universities that use the college system (the others being Cambridge - also called ‘The Other Place’ - Durham, and York) and for the sake of simplicity, you can think of this as a replacement term for ‘dorm’ (a term not typically used). You can find a list of all the colleges on the university’s website.

Within the college building, there are usually single rooms with en-suites, but some rooms have to share a communal bathroom.

University students do NOT have roommates - no one shares a bedroom. There are also some room types in a flat-like set up, with a cluster of a few rooms (2-8 typically) and a shared kitchen. This is less common at Oxford.

Students sometimes stay in university-provided accommodation for the duration of their studies, whilst some choose to live in private accommodation from their second year onwards. If they do this, they are still associated with their college, and by default their college does not change. Private accommodation usually means a regular house shared with a few other people - this is standard across all universities in the UK, not just Oxford.

Classes

Generally speaking, subjects that don’t require lab work have a pretty simple weekly structure of one lecture and one seminar per module. Lectures are observed silently, and seminars are for discussions. Even the boldest or more socially unaware individuals do not interrupt lectures (in my four years, I never ever experienced anyone interrupting or asking a question, and so if you’re going to write Michael doing that, be aware it is a huge taboo unless the lecturer has asked for participation). Students usually take 2-3 different modules per semester, and during the academic year, there are two semesters across three terms.

Reading week is a week of usually in late October/early November where there are no classes for a week and it is a time for self-study.

Most modules have at least one assignment (what Americans would call a term paper) due before the Christmas break in December, and then at least one exam after the break ends in January. Some modules on some courses have other assignments or contributors to grades (like group presentations) but this isn’t all that common. It is very rare for things like “extra credit” to be earned, if at all.

Unless reading a combined degree (like Politics and Economics), you only take one subject. There is nothing like a “major” and “minor”. When doing a combined degree, you take half your modules on one degree, and half your modules on the other, so it’s an even 50/50. You cannot choose any subject to do a combined degree for, and they are pre-set courses determined by the university. For example, you couldn’t do a combined degree of Maths and Geography just because you wanted to.

You don’t talk about what course you’re studying, you say what course you’re reading (which is why Michael says he’s “reading Maths” not studying it).

University culture

Nightclubbing isn’t much of a thing in Oxford. If you want a uni with great nightlife you go to Birmingham, Nottingham, Sheffield, Newcastle, London - not Oxford or Cambridge. Instead, students are much more likely to spend time in one of the dozens of pubs in Oxford. College parties (I.e university accommodation parties) don’t tend to be much of a thing either unless they’re organised by the social events committees in those colleges.

Elitism is an enormous problem at Oxford. For example, in 2015, 45% of all freshers were from private schools, while only less than 7% of children in the UK are privately educated. Classism is an issue that is so unbelievably rampant in places like Oxford that I can’t even begin to explain. But like many forms of prejudice in the UK, it’s rarely overt. It comes in the forms of exclusion from social activities (think a working class student not being able to go on a ski trip with course mates), social rules only familiar to the rich being the order of the day (having the right type of suit for a formal dinner).

Oxford is a place where lifelong connections are made that spill into entertainment, business, and (most worryingly) politics, but best believe that if you’re not from the right background, those connections are not yours to make. In fact, the likelihood of you even know they’re going on in the shadows is high.

Obviously, classism and elitism are themes of Saltburn, but please don’t take them too seriously, as it’s crucial to remember that the writer/director grew up in these very private inner circles of elites. As such, her spin is wildly… wild. She’s an incredibly unreliable source for basing any kind of opinion about these issues on.

That’s all I can think of right now! I highly encourage other people who have been through English universities to add on with advice you think you would helpful to writers 😁🫶

And if you’ve got any specific questions, let me know and I’ll help if I can!

#writing tips #uk writing

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Fanfiction Etiquette 101

(Things You Didn't Know You Need To Know)

So, I have seen some discussions about these things on my dashboard, and I know some people are new to tumblr and new to fanfiction in general, so I decided to put this list together in case it might help people. And this stuff goes for all fandoms, no matter what type of fanfiction to write and post.

Also fyi, this post is mostly for people who write and post fanfiction.

1: Putting A Readmore/Cut On Fanfiction

So a 'readmore' (also known as a 'cut') is the ability to put the body of your fanfiction under a cut off link so that people's dashboards are not clogged up by long sprawling paragraphs of text. This is also helpful if your fic contains smut and people don't want to be subjected to smut - people have to click through to keep reading sensitive topics.

The button for it looks like this on desktop:

And this bar of options comes up on desktop when you hit 'enter' on a blank line.

And it looks like this on mobile:

Tumblr put it permanently into the hotbar of options so that it's easier for people to put a readmore on their posts on mobile.

Once you have inputted it, it comes up as a light grey jagged line, showing you where your text cuts off in the main post aka what text is visible before the cut and what's not.

And generally, I think it's a good idea to put the readmore after the first paragraph of your fic, or after the description/summary.

I have noticed that some people put it in after several paragraphs for a longer fic, but I think to make fics easier to reblog, you could put it closer to the top. And even if you're writing smut blurbs, you should put it close to the top to keep smut concealed in case people don't want to read or see smut.

If you don't use a readmore, people are less likely to reblog your fic because they don't want to put a long text wall on other people's dashboards.

2: Using (Stolen) Gifs As Fanfiction Covers

I have seen some discussion about using gifs from google, and people putting a gif that they have downloaded and simply writing under it 'this gif is not mine, please DM me if it's your and I will give you credit'.

It's generally established among gif makers that downloading random gifs and putting them on your fanfiction is bad etiquette. Those are considered stolen gifs.

Even if you say it's not yours and offer to give credit, any gif you repost that is not yours is considered a stolen gif.

Fanfiction writers and gif makers need to work together, not against each other. Reblog gif sets you like, and don't download random gifs, no matter what the source is.

The best way to use gifs as fanfiction covers is to make them yourself or to use the tumblr integrated gif search system.

The gif search system is in the same hot bar as the readmore, labelled under 'gif'.

When you pull it up and click on it, you type in the name of the character you are looking for, and then you can scroll through the results. You can click on a gif to add it to your post, and remove it if you don't like it. So you can try out different gifs to find the right fit of what you're looking for.

And when you find what you're looking for and put it on your post, it automatically credits the gifmaker.

And the credit appears like this. And the name of the gifmaker can be clicked and then it takes you to their blog, so you can see who made the gif. This is a much better way to use gifs, because if someone likes a gif they see on your fic post, they can click through to the original gifmaker and reblog it.

Alternatively, using stills from the show/piece of media you're fanfic is about is a great way to avoid using stolen gifs.

2.5: Using Flashing Gifs On Fanfiction

I have noticed that a lot of people use flashing dividers for their fics, and they don't tag it with a flashing warning (#flashing gif or something similar) and they don't see this as a problem.

Using a flashing gif in fanfiction without a warning can negatively affect disabled readers. Not just people with photosensitive seizures, but people with migraines and different types of eye issues.

3: Using Coloured Text For Fanfiction

Speaking of accessibility issues, I have noticed that many people (especially people new to tumblr/new to fanfiction) use Tumblr's coloured text option to differentiate characters in fanfiction - assigning one colour per character with dialogue.

Some people also just use coloured text for the whole body of their fics, just making it straight up unreadable for disabled people.

Using coloured text in fanfiction makes it inaccessible because certain types of colour blindness makes it unreliable to see on a white background, and bright colours can cause eye strain for different types of disabilities.

It is kinder to use the traditional black text for the body of your fic, and any important information (like the content warnings, DNI criteria, etc).

4: Putting Thorough Content Warnings On Fanfiction

Speaking of content warnings - I could (and probably should) make an entire post about this topic alone, because many writers (both new and old) are severely lacking in this department.

Content warnings are supposed to be more for just smut - and if you do have smut in your fic, you should put warnings for that, instead of just releasing for fic into the wild with no warnings at all. Content warnings are supposed to be for anything that could be potentially triggering for a reader - phobias and fears, sensitive topics, uncomfortable or fear-inducing situations, and kinks and nsfw topics.

Tbh I think not enough people put warnings for alcohol and alcohol consumption in their fics, because alcohol is far too normalized to most people, but again - I could probably make a whole post just about content warnings in fanfiction. Basically: if you think your post could be triggering to someone with an addiction or in addiction recovery (or triggering to a sober person who doesn't want to read about drugs or alcohol) - then include those things in the content warnings.

Fanfiction is about informed consent.

People need to be better informed about what the content of your fic is before they consent to reading it. Also, if you're worried about the warnings being too detailed and giving away 'spoilers' for your fic, then you're probably worried about the wrong thing. And you can just put a warning at the very top that says "the content warnings of this fic contain spoilers for the plot of the fic" and let people make their choice if they want to skip the content warnings or not.

Please, write about all the dark or sensitive topics that you want, but just put detailed warnings on your fic so people can be informed about it before reading your fic.

People always appreciate thorough warnings, and they are more likely to read your fic if they are fully informed before clicking into the body of it.

4.5: (Not) Censoring Content Warnings

Tumblr is not tiktok. (Same goes for posting fics on AO3, but this post is mostly about Tumblr fics.) On Tumblr you can say/spell out any word you want without your post being suppressed or taken down - suicide, kill, murder, fuck, abortion, hell, porn, tits, cumshot, etc.

So that means that when you're writing out the content warnings of a fic, you should write them out fully, rather than putting slang or alluding to the topics in a fic. (Again, informed consent.) Rather than saying 'this fic contains SA', say: 'this fic contains sexual assault' or 'this fic contains rape'.

I saw someone using the term 'unalive' in the content warnings of their fic, and tbh, that's what inspired me to make this whole post.

If you're not mature enough to spell out all the topics in the content warnings of the post, you're not mature enough to be writing and posting about those topics.

Also, try not to use terms that need to be looked up/implicit terms. Certain terms for kinks (like dacryphilia or somnophilia) might lead a person to google those terms and find things they don't want to see. So instead of using those terms, just say 'crying kink' or 'sleeping kink' instead, so that everything is spelled out plainly.

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This is all I can think of for now. Basically, just be kind to others when posting fics. Be kind to gif makers, disabled readers, and anyone from your fandom who might have an interest in your fic! Be safe and have fun writing! <3

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Do I come back?

I've been umm-ing and ahh-ing about coming back to writing but in a different way. If I was to come back it would be more minimal than before (think 2 or 3 fics/oneshots a month), and I would change my fandom selections slightly to include my newer obsessions.

However, I can't decide so I'm asking...

Obviously, if anyone had any suggestions on what to do then I'd be all ears

Tagging some old mutuals because I still trust their judgement <3

@curseofaphrodite @leydileyla @draconisxcaput @biblioklept-writes @gaysnowrose @yogirl-willow @themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy @lauralestrange7

#i'm back?#i'm so confused #help please #will poulter x reader #remus lupin x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #eddie munson x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #sirius black x reader #spiderman x reader #andrew garfield x reader

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comfortscripts · 2 years

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Love this idea. Can't wait to read some 🖤

august letters

BLOG NAVIGATION || so anyone who has been interacting with my blog knows that i had a habit of disappearing for a while and i think im finally managing to multitask cause this blog means sm to me!

the event;

send in any dialogues, or blurbs or even song recs with a character and ill do them as soon as i can!

characters include: remus, james, regulus, mattheo, theo, patrick jane, peter parker (any), steve harrington, eddie munson, robin, loki, bucky, sirius, benedict bridgerton, anthony bridgerton, steven grant, jake lockley, marc spector

all other general requests has been deleted cause they were making me stressed and i lost motivation for them. :(

just a heads up that this wont mean ill be active 24/7. i probably wont have time to read fics but i promise to reblog all of them

@psychedelic-ink @mad-elia @moonbcrry @padf00ts-l0ver @wrathspoet @mirclealignr @nottluvr @sheraayasher @sarahisslytherin @shyposttree @anapotatowriter @comfortscripts + everyone i missed !

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comfortscripts · 2 years

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Trail Of Chocolates ¬ Remus L.

Plot - Best way to lure Remus to relax is with a trail of chocolates and the promise of cuddles

Genre - Fluff

Pairing - Remus Lupin x GN!Reader

Notes/Warnings - Just fluff because stressed Remus needs love. Tumblr had posting glitches yesterday so it had to be delayed but here is day 2 of Valentine's Countdown

Word Count - 1k

“Who the hell decided to put mocks during the week of Valentines? How am I met to woo my Lily-flower if she is hidden behind books 24/7”

The rambling tones of James’ frustrated rant droned on and slowly deafened as it approached it 10th minute, ears favouring any other distraction from his hopeless quest in pursuit of the redhead.

“Well, you could always offer to study with her?”

The sensible voice rang through, halting any fumbled words from the bespectacled boy as all attention turned to the lanky brunette munching on a pastry speckled with strawberry jam.

Even with sunken eyes and a lop-sided grin framed with remnants of previous bites, Remus Lupin still looked like he had been touched by the blessings of the stars. He was like a warm cup of tea on a winter’s morning, or like that blanket that protected your child-like heart from the monsters beneath your bed.

Conversation continued between the Marauders, but every word fell before reaching your ears as your eyes trained on the clever boy who rested a lone hand against your thigh, craving a sense of touch whenever possible.

You could map out every inch of him in the dark, you knew his soul, his body, and his darkness. Analysing every slumped movement, memorising the watercolour painting of exhaustion that framed his usually warm eyes, and reaching the conclusion; Remus had pushed himself too far once more in the desperation for achievement.

Chimes of the tower echoed with a sharp rumble that shook your trance, and turned you focus to the hoards of students scurrying towards classes, a hoard that included your over-stretched boyfriend.

“See you after I’ve finished up in the library, love”

With a quick reach as he went to walk away, you gripped his wrist and in turn, stole his attention. “Wait, Rem. Meet me at our place before you go off studying, okay?”

Those pleading eyes could bring him to his knees within seconds, so how could he ever say no to such a request from the one who owned his heart and happiness. And with a subdued nod, the young werewolf went off with the curiosity of your request bouncing within his mind.

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A single class with the monotone voice of Professor Binns felt as if it lasted an eternity, but soon enough the scrape of chairs against the stone cold floor filled the marauder with excitement; it was time to see you.

Heavy feet dodging chatty first years and the prying eyes of nosy Slytherins, each step growing in speed as Moony reached the abandoned wing. Barely seconds away from your hold as he readied himself to walk the final hallway as he’d done a million times.

But this was different.

Every second stone was kissed with a delicate glossy wrapped chocolate, each varying sizes of crimson hearts, and with each step he took, the treat rose from the ground to fall upon his palm.

14 chocolate hearts before reaching the door paled in comparison to the sights within.

The flicker of the floating lanterns suspended across celling brought a low glow upon the room that offered an array of blush-coloured blankets and deep oaken furniture. Indulgent bed laid within the centre, littered with bundles of feathered pillows that softened the harsh shine of the glazed wooden frame.

A solo tray hovered near the base of the cloud-like bed, steam wafting from the two ceramic mugs filled with Martha’s Marvellous Hot Chocolate; Remus would recognise the rich aroma of the muggle drink anywhere.

“Do you like it, my love?”

Appearing beside the Gryffindor as his senses were enchanted by the sight before him. A quite pause as he let his shock subside to take you in; there you were dressed in an old jumper of his and those fluffy socks his mother gifted you over the holidays, shy grin painted across your face.

The automatic need to have you cradled within his scarred arms overran the senses as he pulled you close. Nestling into your being as he heard a quite hum radiate from your body at the contact.

Arms fixated on around your figure, Remus retreats his head to look at your captivating gaze once more. “Oh, my darling, this is too much, how did you? Why did you?”

Eyes rolling playfully at his subtle insecurity rearing its head, taming it with a light hand pressed over his heart as you explain the set-up. “Every time exams come around, you spend all this time studying and helping the boys study, but you never take a break. I don’t care how strong you are, Remus, everyone needs breaks.”

Thoughts bundled and rampaged through his mind at once, some reciting how lucky he was to have you, whilst others plagued him with worries of loosing study time. But thankfully, his darling knew that from a single glance.

“And before you say that you are on a time crunch, you should know that I may have enchanted the room. Now time moves slower in here, so an hour in bed with me will only cost you 10 minutes in the real world.”

That worried glint faded from his alluring orbs as a spark of mischief took it’s place. Concerns put at ease, and images of quality time with you clouding his brain, ideas of cuddles mixed in with all the other aspects of your relationship that had been neglected due to these frustrating exams.

“Well in that case, I think 4 or 5 hours in that bed with you might be exactly what I need.” And with the final syllable escaping his lips, your legs were hoisted up and wrapped around his waist.

If there was anything Remus knew for certain, it was that you were a gift from sun. The joy that you shared was like a ray of pure light, the love you offered him was like being bathed in the iridescent of a rainbow, and the smile you wore was brighter than any star.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fluff #the marauders era #the marauders #valentines countdown

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Let Me Treat You ¬ Bucky B.

Plot - Love wasn't something Bucky had experience in, and as the day of love comes along, you decide to treat him.

Genre - Fluff

Pairing - James Buchanan Barnes x GN!Reader

Notes/Warnings - General fluffiness and that's all. Its a short one to kick us off on the Valentines Countdown

Word Count - 0.6k

“What do you mean you’ve never celebrated?”

A whole-hearted chuckle rang through the kitchen, radiating off the super solider as he poured the final drops of orange juice into the gradient glass. Topless figure highlighted by the soft rays flowing through the open window, making the contortion of his muscles ever prominent with the laughter.

“What do you want me to say, doll? In the 20s, it wasn’t exactly acceptable for an unmarried couple to go out alone, let alone celebration a day such as Valentine’s” One hand tasked with griping your waist as his pearly whites beam down at you, whilst the other cups the glass within, with hope to be resting upon your skin soon.

Shock radiated through your body at the fact of his lack of celebration. Ideas of how to celebrate rattling through your brain as the blue-eyed man admires the wide-eyed gaze splattered across your face, causing him to pause his admiration to continue his explaination. “Not sure I’d like the whole publicity of it. You know I love you everyday, not sure if it’s love if you only express it one day a year”

Eyebrows furrowing to match his words with ideas coming to a halt and changing direction based off the introverted personality of your love. Words escaping your mouth as a respond for the sake of, “Understandable. I want to love you 24/7, not just on Valentine’s day”

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Stuttered steps rang off the walls as the shadows of the pair encroached closer to the balcony where the delicate radiance of candle-light and star shine fell across the layout. The soothing scent of newly-bloomed flowers danced in the wind, adding a crisp aroma to the subtle waft of stew floating across the air.

Simplicity was key with James, and the layout showed it. A cloth-covered table with a single daring red Camellia centred perfectly between the plates of mouth-watering food from a time gone by. Gentle light illuminating the dinner as the distance bustle of town melted with the soft tones of Artie Shaw.

“And open”

No matter how much he’d experience, or how harden he’d become, the sight of your efforts brought a tear to his crystal eyes. Warmth overflowing within as the super solider analyses every inch of the setup, grin widening with each detail before landing fully on you.

A staggered step towards you, almost cautious as if this was a dream that could flee from his grasp with a small movement, but no, this was reality.

This was his reality, this was his love, this was you.

Arms hanging loosely upon your hips, eyes captured with his adoring orbs and body leaning into his warmth; everything had gone to plan. The love that flowed from the pair of you could have lit up New York with ease, and the admiration Bucky held in his eyes was enough to bring you to your knees.

“This is incredible. How on ea-? Why would you go through all this trouble?”

Hand rising to tenderly cup his stubbled jaw, gentle strokes of your thumb running across his touch-starved skin. “You deserve to experience Valentine’s day in comfort. No crowds, no silly ideas of what day you can love, no fuss; just love and I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.”

As you tip-toe to place a fleeting kiss against the rough of his lips, a quiet whisper falls from your caring lips; “Let me treat you”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #winter solider imagine #valentines countdown #winter solider x reader #winter solider #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes one shot #winter solider x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #winter solider fluff #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel fandom

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comfortscripts · 2 years

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theme looks amazinggg

I love you and yes my theme will be the only romantic thing in my life this February 💕

#summer's amazing moots #astoria the admirable

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NSFW ABC's ¬ Druig

Smut Warning {16+}

Want to start posting for Druig but wanted to see if people actually liked the way I wrote him

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Incredibly caring with lots of physical affection and soft words to coax you back from the high. The pair of you will often fall asleep after sex, but Druig never falls asleep first because he needs to make sure that you are comfortable and safe before drifting off.

Laboured breathes, tangled limbs and the heavy air settle around the blanketed pair, signs of the intimate dance that had spanned the previous few hours.

Light fingertips tracing symbols across your glistening skin as the Eternal tentatively presses a soft kiss against your shoulder.

“You take my breath away, darling”

Turning your body to meet face to face with your immortal lover, cheeks flushed and neck decorated by marks of his devotion. “I love you, my handsome, handsome Druig.”

Resting within the crook of his neck as he hums lowly while his toned arms pull you closer into his being, hands gripping your exposed skin as if he were expecting you to disappear when he awoke.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you – Legs, particularly your thighs. He could spend hours between them, and loves the feel of their pillowy softness beneath the rough of his fingertips. Definitely the kind of man who will constantly keep a hand grasping your thigh or tracing patterns across leg.

On him – His hands. Power floods through his fingers as he manipulates the minds of humans, but with you, watching you fall apart just from his fingers makes him feral. The strength his hands hold is something he is proud of, and he loves the way his hand looks wrapped around your throat.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Always inside of you. Whether it be down your throat, or painting your warm walls, knowing that part of him is marking you from the inside drives him wild.

Hips stuttering as he reaches his high, feeling you clench around him. Watching as you fall apart beneath him, mouth expelling whines of his name as he releases into your accepting walls with a string of guttural words.

“That’s it darling, take it all. So full with my seed, so truly mine”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Druig likes to influence your dreams on occasion. Placing his own little fantasies into your dreams, pulling you to the edge before cutting off the dream before you can reach the release. And when you wake up all frustrated from your dreamland antics, Druig is there to offer that oh-so sweet climax you craved.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is centuries old so obviously he has a fair amount of experience, especially compared to you, if you are a mortal. But if you are an eternal, then he might be less experienced as he only wanted you for centuries.

F = Favourite Position (This is a link to a clip) Druig loves reminding you that your body belongs to him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sex is intimate and loving, not a time for cracking a joke. He always treats you with such sweet but serious sincerity that being goofy has no room between the pair of you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Druig is groomed but not impeccably so because he isn’t too fussed about vanity. If you chose not to be clean shaven, he wouldn’t mind because at the end of the day, hair doesn’t stop him from giving you mind-blowing orgasms.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Making love with filled with slow and meaningful movements, words of praise and devotion fill the room. It's truly a beautiful moment to be a part of.

“Look at you. My beautiful, beautiful little pet.”

Calculated strokes, pulling out so gently as you whimper from the delicate movements, nails digging into his arms in a bid for more. Druig lowers to place light kisses against the soft of your neck, muttering praise as he re-enters with a sharp piston.

“Y’don’t realise how you have ruined me. I am yours, and you are forever mine”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you, or more appropriately, before he admitted his feelings towards you, masturbation was a frequent past-time. But after meeting you, he practically never relieved himself anymore because nothing could compare to the ecstasy he felt with you.

If you were ever away or incapable of helping, his mental manipulation would help concoct wild fantasises for him to enjoy within his mind

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Light bondage is a favourite of his, particularly the idea of bonding your wrists together as you cum again and again on his tongue. Similarly, edging is the display of power he craves. The idea that he can control your pleasure to such a degree without using his powers is such a rush for him. Finally, Druig adores leaving marks on your skin; hickies, bruises, the occasional carved ‘D’ upon your hip, and it all leaves him with a clouded mind.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, and I do mean anywhere. Fancy doing it in the centre of the village? Druig can control the minds of the villagers so they see nothing. Want to have a wild night on the Domo? He will make sure that Ikaris hears how well he treats you. Location means nothing when it could stand between Druig and the warmth of being inside you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you at work. Whether it be fighting alongside the Eternals, battling to save the humans and looking effortlessly flawless. Or if it be you working amongst the villagers to help keep the compound running. Just watching the sweat glisten on your skin as your chest rises with your laboured breaths, reminds him of how beautiful you look beneath him.

“Druig, I am covered in sweat and dirt. Not exactly the idea of sexy” Shrugging off his advances as you carefully peel off the used clothes in preparation for relaxing yourself underneath the warm rush of the shower.

Wrapping a lazy arm across your exposed waist as he draws you closer. Eyes dancing with lust as his gaze lingers on your newly exposed chest. “Oh darling, how wrong you are.”

“But Dru, I need a shower”

“I have the perfect compromise” And with a delicate touch, the Eternal had convinced you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never share, not with another. You are his favourite thing on the planet, or most likely in the universe, and in no way shape or form will he share the best thing in his existence. He would similarly never start something you weren't 100% onboard with.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

As much as he adores spending hours between your thighs, gripping your shaking body as his mouth continues to draw orgasm after orgasm from your sensitive-self, he can’t believe anything feels better than being down your throat. It is earth-shattering to watch you swallow his length as your doe eyes continue to lock with his, blown with desperation.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

On the nights where you crave more intimacy, Druig accommodates by offering slow and meaningful love-making. A night filled with praise, tender kisses and gentle strokes as you come apart whilst he fills you with love. But on the nights where lust takes over, Druig leaves you panting as he pounds into you with such vigour that the wooden bed cries with the threat of breaking.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

The Eternal isn’t keen on quickies because there isn’t enough time to worship you, and he would rather risk missing whatever task is next than miss out on being with you. He often claims that the best power to have would be to stop time so he could spend hours between your legs.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is thousands of years old, most of the fear of trying new things is gone but whatever you want to try, he will willingly give it a go. Drawing the line at sharing or hurting you, or being submissive to you, he will be keen to try something new with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s an Eternal, genetically created to have a higher stamina than mortals and that being said, he can go for hours. If you are human then he will halt himself at 3 or 4 rounds, but if you are a fellow Eternal then expect to be going for hours upon hours.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Something about handing over your pleasure to the hands of a little device seems demeaning to him, but there is one exception; the wand.

That vibrating marvel was the one aspect of technology that he didn’t detest, and he would forever be thankful to the way it made you scream and beg for him.

“Oh poor baby, give me one more and I’ll give you my cock." Watching you buck against the wand as he trails his fingertips along your trembling body. "You’d like that wouldn’t you, princess?"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh this man is such a tease. Pinching words, denying you that high, and flashes of fantasies coursing through your head in public. For all the teasing Druig does, he isn’t a fan of being teased.

“Look at you, thinking you can be a tease and get away with it. Nuh uh princess, on your knees now”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Druig needs to hear you, needs to know how incredible he is making you feel and sometimes, making sure others know it too. But his volume tends to be groans and strings of filthy words that have you whimpering beneath him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) “Come on, my beautiful, I know you can be louder than that. Let him hear how you fall apart for me”

Druig didn’t think highly of Ikaris or his opinions, but he couldn’t ignore the way the Eternal’s eyes raked down your body during strategy meetings. Or how Druig saw his thoughts clouded with images of what Ikaris would love to do to you. That green-eyed monster reared its ugly head whenever the threat of Ikaris was around.

Hand gripping your throat, hips snapping at an alarming speed as Druig brushes against that sweet spot time and time again. Chants of his name falling from your lips, getting louder with each thrust.

Echoes of your moans flowed through the walls and into the ears of a frustrated Ikaris, and that thought alone made Druig feel all-powerful.

“No one can fuck you the way I can. You are mine, only mine”

“Only yours. I belong to you, Dru.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He isn’t human, so expect a solid 7 inches with substantial girth. There is always a stretch even after all these years.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High. Very high. The pair of you live a domesticated lifestyle and there is something about that which drives him crazy, but in all honesty, that something might just be you. He modifies his drive to match yours because I doubt anyone would be able to keep up with him.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Druig will never fall asleep until you have, no matter how tired he is. Something about knowing he has satisfied you in such a way was key to him feeling like it was complete. After he hears your gentle breaths of slumber, he is quick to follow and pulls you closer into his loving embrace.

#druig x reader #druig smut #druig #druig drabble #druig imagine #eternals #marvel smut #eternals smut #druig x fem!reader

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