#THERE'S NO NEED FOR ME TO SIT LIKE THISSSSSS

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

drawing Barnaby is incredibly Detrimental to my health because it consistently finds me like this:

#MY NECK HURTS <3 #i'll Realize. fix my posture #lose myself in the Love and then BOOM shrimping once more #i hunch over my tablet face To The Screen like some wild beast defending its kill #but with... Delight and Whimsy instead of bloodthirsty viciousness #shoulders hunched back Curled head down and jutted forward- #snf sob... love truly is pain.... #absolutely unprompted #THERE'S NO NEED FOR ME TO SIT LIKE THISSSSSS #I JUST GET SO ABSORBED!!! HE'S SO!!!! #completely related but there isn't enough Handsome Barnaby art #well. every image of him is handsome in my professional opinion #but you know what i mean!!!! #i need to put him in outfits.... #no. you know what i need? #a very very tiny pixelated image of him framed and hung on my wall #tiny frame. tiny barnaby. really just like. three blue pixels #that way when i wake up in the mornings i can look over and see The Pixels #and be filled with enough strength to Get Up #i need the motivation to get out of bed... i have been sleeping until 3 every day.... #methinks. tis not healthy #but yes. tiny barnaby in a frame please and Thank You!

[nymphomatique]

Omggg hear me out maybe?

Imagine reader forces nerdy Miguel to get all high and drunk at a party? Idrk

The poor baby will be so lost and he'd just be babbling nonsense about what he Wants From us.

He'll say the absolutely dirtiest things that he shouldnt really be saying in public, and reader tries to shush him because duh We wouldn't want him damaging our reputation.

he's all grabby and everything just begging and crying for the reader to listen to him. He will not shut up, he'll definitely be feeling extra sensitive

i need a crossfaded miguel in my life actually.

i don’t think reader would ever force him to do drugs bc even though she’s mean they have like a mutual boundary situation going on yk? but i do imagine reader finally bringing miguel to a party and he’s probably sooo nervous:(

like he just stands next to reader holding her purse and twiddling his thumbs while she socializes with everyone and obv reader notices yk? so later in the night they’re by the alc table and reader might ask if he wants some to “let loose” and i think he’d take a shot or a seltzer or two 🤭 and he’s like tipsy at this point but not rlly shitfaced but he feel so warm.

like he won’t stop clinging to you, hugging you from behind, trying to grind up into your ass all stealthy bc he’s so warm and flustered from the alc and u just find it so endearing 😔

and even later one of your friends has a joint so a few of u have a lil sesh going on yk and it’s miguel’s turn abd u just look at him, asking with your eyes if he wants any and he grabs ig from you, determined to NOT look lame in front of you and your friends (saying no to drugs isn’t lame tho 🫶🏾) and he’s so cute when he takes a hit bc he starts coughing IMMEDIATELY lmao

u have to sit him down and get him some water but when u come back man’s is literally out of it 😭 like his eyes are bloodshot red and he’s giggling, calling you pretty, reaching out his hands to your hips and feeling you up in front of everyone like omgg and you’re a little embarrassed bc u feel urself blush but it’s kinda endearing and lowkey hot how possessive miguel gets when he’s intoxicated.

and he sees some guy staring at you and this man is literally slurring his words talking about some “are you lookin at my girl..? b’cause me and she.. we! are together! like thissssss,” miguel says and is crossing his fingers 😭 and u honestly just have to laugh and just take him home after that. poor baby just smitten over you all night.

he obviously passes out in the front seat once he’s in the car, but i’d like to think the last thing he says before he does is “you make me happy.” 🥹

#you’ve got mail💌 #<nerd!miguel3

[birdlungg]

I loved your collector x reader !! I was wondering if I could request Michael Myers (pee paw Myers cuz I love my lil old man) × house wife reader? And she's like femme and obsessed with pastels and pink? She makes money from home but she's always ready to wash his clothes and have a bath prepared even tho he sits like a wet cat 🥺🤍🤍

SITS LIKE A WET CT THATS THE PERFECT COMPARISON

I love thissssss

Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think

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Michael was a watcher. There was no doubt about it. He would watch and observe to find the perfect time to strike. Apart from the obvious predatory implications, he genuinely enjoyed people watching (not that he would ever admit it to anyone). He enjoyed watching you in the moments when you didn’t realize he was there. 

It’s evening, just before dark when he returns home. He’s watching you now, hidden behind the corner of your house as you tend to your garden. You’re humming to yourself as you water your daffodils with a garden hose. You wear your favorite bubblegum pink sundress that shows ample cleavage and stops at your thighs since it’s so warm, and Michael is very much appreciating the view. 

You turn around to walk back to the water spigot and jump about three feet in the air when you see him there. 

“Michael! Jesus, baby, you need to stop doing that!” You laugh to yourself as you walk to the faucet and turn off the water. By the time you walk to the side of the house to greet him, he’s already gone. You make your way into the house through the open glass door and see that he’s left a small trail of blood drops through the house. You sigh to yourself, removing your large sun hat and setting it on the hook next to the door. You follow the trail of blood up the stairs and into the master bathroom. Thankfully, the entire house has fake-wood flooring so cleanup should be fairly easy. 

Michael is standing in the bathroom waiting for you. After being together for so long he knows that you like to clean him up when he gets home after a night out. His coveralls got the worst of it, but his mask also has some splatters across the bridge of the nose. 

You step around him as he watches you, head tilting slightly as you work, turning on the faucet and setting the stopper to the bath. Then you turn to him and stand on your tiptoes to remove his mask. He’s so handsome, your Michael. Even weathered with age and missing an eye he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. 

You toss the mask into the sink and get to undressing him. You unzip his coveralls and pull them down his shoulders. He had already removed his boots, so as soon as he stepped out of his coveralls he was ready to go. You never understood how he was able to go commando underneath his clothes, especially if he was eventually going to be covered in blood. To each their own, I guess. 

Michael steps into the bath as you grab all of his clothing and set them in the hamper. Finally, you lean over him and turn off the water, grabbing a loofah and body wash on your way back down. 

You kneel next to the tub and begin washing him, scrubbing down the areas you can reach. He’s never been the most cooperative for you, but you’ve learned to work around him. He bristles a bit when you get to his hair, but you just roll your eyes and continue.

“I’m gonna let you soak for a bit while I get your clothes washed, ok?” He says nothing, just watches you leave the room with the laundry hamper as you head downstairs. You start the laundry and mop up the blood with a rag, making your way back.

By the time you make it back upstairs he’s out of the bath, sitting there naked on the large bed. You head into the bathroom, making sure any blood or spilled water is taken care of and unplug the stopper in the tub. You head directly to the closet now, set on changing your own clothes. You drop your dress and stand there in your panties while you look at your options for pajamas as Michael stares. 

He does like to watch after all. 

#michael myers #slashers x reader #slasher smut #slashers #michael myers x reader

[strangermask]

WOOO NINJAGO FIRST ELEMENTAL MASTERS SHORT FIC

Ninjago: The First Elemental Masters

Night Light

Synopsis: The first elemental masters were separated from First Spinjitzu Master and are forced to take shelter in a grundle hole. Now the four sit around a fire, unsure of what to say to each other:

Word Count: 2,532

Author’s Note: This is set near the very beginning where they all barely know each other. We get to see them bond for the first time in their journey together.

— — — — —

The elemental masters got separated from First Master during a battle with some bandits. The four acquired minor injuries during the fight, and now they were trying to find shelter. It did not help that it was raining as well. “Dragons, could they not have picked a better day for this?” Akiharu asked.

“Oh, do not complain!” Yoshimochi scolded. “Bandits never pick a day to accommodate their targets.”

“Oh forgive me, your nobleness.”

“Can both of you be quiet?” Yukito asked. “We are not here to discuss our misfortune, we need to find a place to recover.”

“What place could we recover in!?” Akiharu asked. “In case you have not taken in our surroundings, there are nothing but trees!”

“Over here.” Sai said, grabbing Akiharu’s hand. The serpent took the human down a hole, the other two companions following out of panic. “Stay behind me.”

Sai grabbed a purple fruit with blue polka-dots from his bag and squashed it. He spread the juices at the entrance of the hole. He snapped his fingers, making a small fire, then lit up the entrance. Immediately, a horrendous smell emitted through the hole.

“By Overlord, what in the cursed realm is that smell?” Yukito asked.

“Do not worry, you will get usssssed to it.” Sai answered. “It will keep usssss sssssafe.”

“From what?”

“Grundlesssss. Thissssss issssss a Grundle hole—”

“This is a what?”

“I know it sssssoundsssss bad, but I have come to learn a few tricksssss to avoid them. For example, they only hunt at night due to their eyesssss being sssssensssssitive to the daylight. With that, I’ve noticed they tend to sssssteer away from thessssse fruitsssss I found. If you sssssquisssssh the fruit and light the juicesssss, it givesssss off a sssssmell that wardsssss them off.”

“I can see why.” Yoshimochi said. “It smells like a rotting corpse.”

“Exactly! They already avoid it without the sssssmell, ssssso why would they bother usssss now?”

“… You seem quite excited about this.”

“Oh, uh, apologiesssss. I sssssuppossssse I got a bit carried away. I-I will make a fire now.”

A fire was started. The four were surrounding it, not saying anything to each other. To be honest, there was not much to say. They don’t know each other well, having been selected randomly by the elements. They were all too different from each other. A son of a nobleman, a peasant from the streets, a demon of cold, and a serpentine prince. What common ground could you find?

However, the curiousity in Akiharu grew more and more about the serpentine prince.

“Alright, I cannot take it much longer.” He spoke. “How do you know so much about grundles? Is that a common predator in your lands?”

“O-Oh, uh,” Sai cleared his throat, “not entirely. Our tribe hasssss defensssssesssss againssssst predatorsssss, but my father isssss very ssssstrict about who can and cannot ssssstay.”

“What do you mean?”

“My father hasssss thisssss belief where if you cannot handle the wild, you cannot come back to the tribe. He isssss more ssssstrict about that belief with my brothersssss and I. He will sssssend usssss in the wild every once in a while to tessssst usssss. Though, he tendsssss to sssssend me out more than my brotherssssss. Thusssss I tend to have more wildernessssss knowledge.”

Yoshimochi and Yukito turned their heads to the serpentine.

“You would think he wasssss trying to kill me by sssssending me out ssssso much.” Sai chuckled. It changed to a frown. “It would not be hard to disssssprove. I have… never really been a favorite of hisssss.”

Akiharu straightened his posture: “What makes you think that?”

“…I am the runt of my brothersssss. I am not asssss ssssstrong nor have any ssssspecial abilitiesssss. I am half blind which isssss not favorable for hunting, fighting, or even leading. Cursssssed Realm, I ssssshould not even be alive.”

“Woah, hey, hey. Who told you that?”

“Well, when I hatched, I wasssss weak and pathetic. My father wanted to throw me away to be eaten. However, I made it through thanksssss to Andrai. We were both born from the sssssame egg, and he wasssss much more healthy than I. And even in infancy, he cared for me. I would not be here if it weren’t for him. My father likesssss to hold that againssssst me.”

“Well that is stupid.

“What?”

“What, because you were born a bit unhealthy, you are worth nothing? I mean, he sends you out on these survival things, and you come back alive every time! How does that not say you are strong?”

“Well, it isssss not that defining.”

“Oh please, you probably know more ways to evade a predator then spikey over here.”

“Excuse me?” Yukito raised an eyebrow.

“You heard me.”

“Let usssss not get ahead of ourssssselvesssss.” Sai said.

“While Akiharu is being a bit brash,” Yoshimochi stepped in, “he does have a point. I do not see your father’s reasoning to dismiss you.”

“I appreciate your wordsssss, I do, but you all do not have to sssssay thessssse thingsssss. After all, I am not asssss dessssserving of an element like you all.”

Yoshimochi and Yukito blinked at that. Akiharu, on the other hand, shrunk into himself.

“… I would not say that is true for me.” Akiharu said.

Sai tilted his head: “What do you mean?”

“Well, you see… I am not that very honorable considering everything in my life. I do not tell people this to save myself the trouble but… I do not have a family or name to fall back on. My parents perished when I was really young, and I did not have a family name.”

“You are an orphan?” Yoshimochi asked.

“Uh, yes. I have been alone on the streets since I was a child. And when you are a little girl with no one to guide you, you end up having to guide yourself. Sometimes that means by holding up lies.”

“Wait, a little girl?” Yukito raised an eyebrow.

“Oh shit, uh.” Akiharu stumbled on his words, taking a gulp. “Please do not tell anyone, especially the First Master, but… I am not a man?”

The three stared at Akiharu.

“You are a woman?” Yoshimochi questioned.

“Yes.”

“This entire time?”

“Yes.”

“Wh— But I thought— You seem so much like a man!”

“That is the whole point of this charade. I had to do some tricks to get this way.”

“But why would you pretend you are a man and not a woman?”

“Well, a thing you learn on the streets is you survive better if presented as a boy. You get more opportunities to make money, you can get away with minor acts of crime more easily, and you get taken a bit more seriously. I mostly did it to pass a day on the streets. But then I got chosen to be the Master of Earth… and I did not feel like I could reveal my little secret.”

Akiharu could feel the stares of his teammates, but he couldn’t recognize that each stare brought a different feeling. Yukito gave the feeling of curiosity. Sai gave the feeling of empathy. Yoshimochi gave the feeling of horror… To fake who you are just to live?

“Does… Does it make you uncomfortable that we refer to you as a man?” Yoshimochi asked.

“Not really.” Akiharu clarified. “To be quite honest, I have gotten used to it and I have found an appeal to it. But that does not make it any better, does it?”

“… Well, you said it was to pass a day on the streets. If you think about it, it is like how Sai has learned to survive the wilderness.”

“… Are you trying to compare wilderness survival to street survival… as an attempt to make me feel better about my deception?”

“I-I mean, well, I, uh—”

“No, no, I can sssssee it.” Sai chimed in. “Yesssss, very different sssssituationsssss, but in a way they are sssssimilar.”

“Can you explain how?” Akiharu asked.

“Doing what we can to make it passssst a day alive.”

“… Huh. I guess so. Never would have thought of it that way.” Akiharu turns to Yoshimochi. “Didn’t know such a nobel could see that.”

Yoshimochi’s face turned red, “I— Well— I have to be. It is expected by my father that I see all of the details.”

“You see all of the details?” Akiharu teased.

“… No, but I am trying to get better.”

Sai noticed Yoshimochi becoming a bit nervous.

“Isssss sssssomething troubling you, Yossssshimochi?” Sai asked.

“Oh, uh, it is not important.” Yoshimochi. “It is only a minor thing that is rather silly.”

Sai scooted closer to Yoshimochi. Akiharu rested his head on his hands as he stared at Yoshimochi. He looked at Yukito, who only shrugged and put his hands up. The lightning master sighed.

“Well, if you must insist.” He began. “I supposed my… trouble is living up to my family’s name. I am the only son, and I must hold the Koizumi family high. I have to leave a good mark… but I will admit, there are times I wished I did not have such a burden. I would rather spend my time in a farmhouse with the animals then try to upkeep the family’s name.”

Yoshimochi, feeling he is being too whiny, quickly cleared his throat.

“Again, it is only a minor and silly trouble. I cannot compare it to anything else, especially since I’m lucky to have my luxuries.”

“Oh, Yossssshimochi.”

“D-Did I say too much?”

“Get over here.” Akiharu said as he pulled in Yoshimochi. “And quit being so humble. You are making me feel guilty for thinking you were only another stuck-up noble.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mostly assumed because of past experience. But here you are, acting like you are not allowed to complain because you are rich.”

“Well, I mean—”

“No, no, no, that is how you begin to hide your true feelings. My Mama always told me: ‘If you do not express how you feel, then your feelings will stay buried until something forces it out’. And, well, it can get nasty when buried feelings are forced out.”

Yoshimochi’s face turned redder and spoke quietly: “I suppose so.”

The two boys and serpent turned to the demon.

“… Please do not tell me I am supposed to share something.” Yukito said.

“We all shared something personal about us,” Yoshimochi began, “it is fair you do the same.”

“Please, like you three could empathize with me. I am a Demon of the North, I am an immortal being of ice.”

“Well I think even immortal beings of ice have emotions.” Akiharu smirked.

Yukito glared at the earth master.

“If it makesssss you uncomfortable, you do not have to ssssshare.” Sai offered.

Yukito turned to the serpentine. Unlike the humans, Sai held an actual genuine face. He was respectful and a little too kind for a serpentine. In Yukito’s experience, kindness means nothing but trouble. However… The serpentine stood no threat, and the demon wasn’t uncomfortable sharing his life.

Yukito let out a sigh: “Alright fine. If you must know, then I will share a fraction of information about my life. I have an older brother and sister who hate me along with the rest of the demons in the Northern Quarters. So I am usually on my own avoiding everyone who wants me dead. And before anything is said, this is quite normal in my territory. I am used to it by now.”

The humans were shocked. Sai did not show a clear emotion. He got up and slithered towards Yukito, giving him a hug.

“Wh-What—”

“I needed a hug.” Sai explained.

That was a lie. The serpentine was only hugging as an attempt of comfort. Comfort that Yukito didn’t need since he did not have a problem with his life. Being hated is normal among all demons. You could trust no one, and anyone could leave you to die in the dust.

… But Yukito will accept the hug. Only for Sai’s sake. He would most likely become sad if the hug was rejected.

Yoshimochi let out a sneeze.

“Ewwwww.” Akiharu cringed. “You sneezed on me.”

“Oh please, you probably have more illnesses than my sneeze.”

“Oh, how dare you! You are shattering my fragile wounded orphan heart.”

“Do I speak of lies?”

“No, I agree with you.”

“Then why did you—”

Yoshimochi let out another sneeze.

“Oh fuck, I think I am getting ill from the rain.”

Sai pulled away from Yukito and went straight for the bag. The serpentine pulled out a big blanket and wrapped it around Yoshimochi.

“May I asssssk you to trussssst me for a moment?” Sai asked.

“I am scared of what that is implying, but yes?” Yoshimochi hesitantly answered.

Sai wrapped his tail around Yoshimochi as if cradling eggs. The serpentine then grabbed a small vile and spoon.

“Sai, may I ask what you are doing?” Yoshimochi questioned.

“It isssss a warming technique ssssserpentine mothersssss ussssse for their young.” Sai explained. “It isssss usssssually usssssed for vipersssss or when a child isssss ill. What I have in my handsssss isssss medicine that ssssshould prevent illnessssss but will make you feel tired.”

Sai gave Yoshimochi the spoon of the medicine. It caused him to gag.

“That tastes terrible.” Yoshimochi commented.

“Unfortunately that isssss one of the downfallsssss of medicine.” Sai chuckled.

“Do you have an extra blanket?” Akiharu asked.

Sai smiled and handed Akiharu another blanket from the bag.

“Why do you have two blankets?” Yukito asked.

“Emergency.” Sai beamed. “Alssssso I get cold easssssily.”

Akiharu laid his head on Sai’s tail, Yoshimochi eased up, feeling the drowsiness from the medicine kick in.

“Can we all promise to not tell a soul what was discussed tonight?” Yoshimochi yawned.

The other three agreed. No one really needed to know what they talked about in the grundle hole.

“I shall keep watch if anyone comes to find us.” Yukito volunteered. “You all should rest for the night.”

“Thank you, Yukito.” Sai thanked.

“… It is not much trouble.”

And so, the humans and serpentine fell asleep as the demon kept watch. This group of mortals is strange. Especially Sai. When there is bickering, he’s able to dispute it. He offers comfort and kindness to everyone. It seems so silly and unneeded.

And… admittedly, Yukito can’t make sense out of it. Especially with everything the serpentine went through. He has experienced hatred and danger for all his life. He knows his father wants him dead and has tried to kill him. Yet despite all of that, Sai somehow chooses to be kind. Perhaps he’s hiding his true intention? No one can be that kind.

Yukito let out a small sigh. He’ll just keep an extra eye on Sai. The other two aren’t much threatening. They are a little annoying though. The bickering was getting tiring, and it was driving Yukito nuts.

And so the rainy night continued until sunrise. Although the four may not know it yet, they all have more in common than they think. And it is that common ground that will bring them together as the closest and bestest of friends.

#ninjago #mask writes #first elemental master #first elemental masters

[angelsdean]

favorite pre-spn dean pics?

ohh hello !! preseries dean one of my most favorite topics<3

in general i'd say my whole stanford era dean tag basically but specificallyyy these images are my absolute faves for 90s era 19 yr old dean (just a little bit before stanford era) like, thee swoopy hair !! the jacket !! also thiss image, jenna's caption on this is so right. that is Literally stanford era dean.

other images that are very stanford era / young dean to me: this personal collection of days of our lives pics that are very dean energy, here have young dean and old dean sitting across from each other, also this stanford era edit, thissssss image. boy dresses in layersss, various dark angel stills that are cosplaying as stanford era dean, another one of my own posts but the screenshots of "dean" here (from dark angel) are just sooooo stanford era dean 2 me, also these ones he's soo cute, and these are peak dean at a bar, like that's literally him.

some gifsets that give big preseries dean vibes: thee one time jensen's character on days wore a flannel did so much for the stanford era dean community, dark angel? idk her. but thissss is a very adorable stanford era dean, another cutie, stanford era dean working a case in a church, litcherally thee most stanford era dean !

sorry i went a bit overboard need to stop now or i'll just end up linking every post in my tag lol

#replies

[stupidpubby]

Okay but imagine:

We're friends who have only known each other for a few weeks, we don't really know anything about each other and have only hung out in groups. Finally, we get a chance to hang out alone and I invite you over to my place to watch a movie (cause I'm boring and would rather just exist together than go out of my way to impress someone with activities). It starts pretty chill, I turn on the movie and we each have our own blankets and sit on opposite ends of the couch. At one point I get up to grab snacks and when I come back I sit a little closer. This keeps happening, I make excuses to get up and everytime I come back I get closer until we are under the same blanket, our sides pressed together. Though, once I get that far, I lose my nerve and can't get myself to do anything. I just sit there, leaning against you and breathing heavy. I'm not paying attention to the movie anymore, just looking at you. You notice pretty quickly and look back at me with a confused expression. Instead of saying anything I just stare at your lips and you can see how desperate I am for more contact. You didn't know it until now but I've thought you were attractive since our mutual friend introduced us. I finally look away again and ask if I can kiss you (because consent is hot🤘). Given that you say yes, I hesitately kiss you, short and sweet at first but quickly move back in for more. This devolves into desperately making out, trying to get as close as I can. Eventually, I climb onto your lap so I can kiss your neck and straddle your hips. You's start kissing my neck too and my brain would immediately shut off. I'd whine and moan as you mark my neck with hickeys (I'd probably also go nonverbal😅) and we'd stay like that for hours, making out like our lives depend on it until we are both out of breath and covered in bite marks and bruises :)

Sorry this was so long, I just really like making out and I think it would be especially fun with you :>

Auuuuughhh the intimacy in this is making me blush so bad I need thissssss😭😭😭 thinking about feeling you up and holding you close as I feel you moan into my mouth and being so satisfied by your nervous demeanor slowly melting away and turning into pure raw passion, especially when we pull away panting and staring at eachother as we catch our breaths only to be pulled back into another kiss,,, what if we did that until we both got sleepy and cuddle until we fall asleep......

#🐶

[desperate-whre]

i'm doing good too 💕 i know you said youre often too busy to masturbate as often as you used to so i'm real glad to hear you had two o's earlier. love that for you 💋 i'm getting ready for round two before bed myself- my heart's not really in it but i just wanna feel good haha

care to answer some more questions? how do you feel about-

edging

cockwarming/strapwarming

squirting

spanking

-🌼

I'm glad to hear that! ^^ I hope round 2 was good XD 👅 I sometimes do that when I'm going somewhere stressful- just to relieve some anxiety 😅😅😅 It's good for that! XD

Edging: I canttttt do thissssss! 😅 I need a partner to edge me because I'm too nice to myself XD But yeah, I like the idea!!

Cockwarming/Strapwarming: YES YES YES- ughhhhh. That's a very commen fantasy for me when I'm tired XDD I pick my favourite character of the day and sit in that fantasy until I get home and I'm all warm and slick down there 💕💛💕💛💕💛

Spanking: Nope. Not for me XD Just the word spanking is not for me. I also dislike the word 'cunny'. Bleh 😅.

What are your thoughts on those things? ^^

[princesstokyomoon]

ignore thissssss im rambling about nothign i just need to get it out of my brain or itll feel Itchy

absolutely ZERO shade to the person who tagged this, cus tbf, it IS a valid angle to look at it, but also, that HURTS my soul cus its kinda the opposite of what i meant by "engaging with media on a personal level" fjhgjdhg

sure changing it CAN be a way of doing that i guess, but what i MEANT was to sit and look at what is Actually given to you by a text, and to work out what that means to you. not what some omnipotent author tells you it means, not what a rando online tells you it means, but what you think it is the text is Actually Saying. and if after you do that you want to discard it all, then thats enough a way to relate to it! but changing the text entirely WITHOUT trying to conect with even the parts you DONT like kinda defeats the point

and again, ZERO shade to the tagger, and i get it was meant as a light hearted joke, so i dont want this to be taken as me having a go or anything. just media analysis is something im So passionate about and it kinda Kills me how much society as a whole disregards it.

[uraosol]

The Fool

It's not hard at all.

To fall.

Always looking at the big picture,

But you make me want to look at the details.

I am enchanted by them.

You make them enchanting.

Giggles dancing around like a breeze through captured moments.

Sounds of laughter the rays of sunshine that encourages me to be carefree.

The pauses between thoughts,

Are the hooks I cling to in the sea of silence, waiting to see what words swim by next.

They stumble upon one another to create waves during glimpses of nervousness,

And the way your body is a ship that rocks with them and becomes clumsy.

Or when clouds of frustration and anger gather in the sky, not knowing if they'll bring thunder or rain or both or more.

It is a terrifyingly amazing sight to see.

And a flame grows with every detail,

It grows and grows.

It flickers and dances under your stars that seem to know where it hides.

It's so easy for it to grow and burn.

It's so easy to fall.

In the precipice, looking straight ahead,

Recklessly I fall.

Will the waves catch me?

Or will there be rocks waiting for me at the bottom?

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The fool is a fool no matter what,

because he falls with hopes of survival, and yet knows he cannot swim.

And he's been here before, like déjà vu,

He falls and falls and continues to fall,

Will the same ending await this poor fool?

Or will he get his wish and be blessed by a new beginning?

#my writing #thissssss has been sitting in my notes for like 2 months #and i FINALLY finished it tonight #as u can tell this was partly inspired by the tarot card the fool #it is one of my fave cards in the major arcana #trying to come up with a way to end it was HARD #but i decided that this ending was best #kudos to you if u get the reason why #anygays thought it would be a great time to post this tonight before 1111 #ends #taking advantage of the jupiter energy today UwU #wanted to write something a bit more hopeful after my last piece #this can be seen as a bit sad but i consider it hopeful #perspective am i right? #anygays thats it i need to sleep cause im hella tired but im glad this got finished #inspiration hit me like a truck and i rolled with it lol #writers on tumblr

[seriouslysnape]

Hi!❣️ Your writing is pretty cool, and I love the way you portray Sev, especially!

If it isn't a bother, of course... Could I make a request? Where Snape and the Reader are expecting, and go through all the nine months (like, through things like cravings, mood swings Snaddy has to endure, buying the child's stuff and decorating the room, all of that), till delivery? Only if you'd like the 'prompt', of course.

Wish you a nice day☺️

I LOVE THISSSSSS. YES DAD SEV >>>

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Paternal Figure

Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language, Emetephobia, Sexual implications.

Word Count: 5,161

“We’re going to be one happy family.”

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“How much longer?” Severus questioned, eyeing the pregnancy test that was lying face down on the bathroom counter.

You looked at your wrist watch that was secured on your trembling hand. You saw that it had been more than enough time for the pregnancy test to do its job. A quivering sigh flowed from your chest as you reached for the test with trembling fingers.

“It should be ready.” You replied.

Severus sat up straighter from where he sat on the bathroom floor, his blood pumping with eagerness and nervousness. You held the test to your chest for a second with your eyes closed and head lulled towards the ceiling.

You and Severus wanted a baby badly. After being married for a few years, the baby fever was becoming harder to resist between the two of you combined. It started out as a casual thing. Severus first briefly mentioned how there was still an empty room in the house that needed to be occupied. You assumed that he meant as an office space or maybe even a large walk in closet.

But when Severus suggested that the two of you turn that space into a nursery, you knew what he was implying. You had always wanted to have kids with Sev. In the beginning, Severus wasn’t totally sure how he felt about having a baby. He wasn’t great with younger people, and he was always afraid he wouldn’t be a good dad.

However, the longer the two of you were together and the more life you shared together, the more he wanted nothing more than to put a baby in you. He wanted to raise a child and teach it all the wonders of the wizarding world. He wanted your baby to be perfect.

The two of you sat and chatted for a long time about it, not wanting to rush into things. It was a huge deal after all; bringing a human into the world was a life changing ordeal. You talked it over, and you both happily agreed that you would start trying for a baby.

You admittedly became a little obsessed with getting pregnant in the first few months. You tracked your menstrual and ovulation cycles much more than usual, eventually memorizing everything down to the minute. You tried any wizard (and even a few Muggle) tricks in the book to increase your chances of conceiving, including basically pouncing on Severus any chance he was around.

If you had a free minute to spare, you were shoving him into bed and having sex with him. At first, Severus found it rather endearing that you were so excited to have a kid, but he became concerned as time went on. Getting pregnant isn’t always a quick process. Some women can so much as look at their husband and get results while some spend a better half of their life trying to even get a positive pregnancy test.

You were proving to be one of the harder cases.

With each negative pregnancy test, the more frantic you became. You felt like your fertility window was closing in on you rapidly, and if you didn’t get pregnant soon, it’d be too late. The first few negatives didn’t phase you much, but by the fifth or sixth, you were feeling discouraged. Severus was much more patient than you during all of this, holding you flush to him when you burst into tears of frustration.

It had become a monotonous and vicious cycle. You’d try to get pregnant, buy a pregnancy test, get a negative result, and fall into a weeping heap onto the bathroom floor. After one particularly hard let down, Severus stepped in. He was rocking your sobbing frame in his arms, hushing you and comforting you as best he could.

He suggested that the two of you take a break for a while, and that maybe you were trying too hard. The stress couldn’t have been good for you as a whole, and maybe taking a more casual approach would be best.

“Here’s what I’m thinking, my love. You and I take this step by step. We continue life as normal,” He said softly; “If you get pregnant then that’s good, and if you don’t, then we remain calm and try again. If much longer goes by, then we can go see your doctor.”

You nodded into his chest with heartbreaking sobs, agreeing that this had taken a huge toll on your body. You apologized for your crazy behavior, but Severus only gave a light laugh and kissed your head.

“No, no, my dear. Don’t be sorry. I want this just as much as you do.” He consoled, sweeping you off of the floor.

You were a bit apprehensive about Severus’ approach to this, but you were willing to try anything. Fast forward a few weeks later, and this was the first test you had taken since taking Severus’ advice.

“Sev...” You croaked out; “What if it’s negative?”

You were sitting against the door in your tiny bathroom, Severus sitting on the wall across from you. Your knees were almost touching one another’s as he replied.

“Then we accept it, take a few days, and try again. It’ll be alright, [Y/N].” He reassured, resting a hand on your knee in a loving way.

You exhaled deeply, already half expecting to be disappointed. You nodded, and quickly flipped the test so you could read it. Your heart hit your feet and bounced back into your ribcage at the sight. You were stoically silent as you stared in silence at the test.

Severus was watching with a clenched jaw, prepared to comfort you in case it wasn’t what you wanted to see. You kept looking at it for a few more seconds to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The double pink lines were as clear as day.

You were pregnant.

Tears filled your eyes, but they were tears of happiness. You turned the test so he could see it.

“It’s positive,” You said, smiling through the tears streaming your face; “We’re going to have a baby.”

Severus’ jaw fell open and stars of delight shot over his eyes. He himself gazed down at the test as if it would explode right in his hands.

“You’re pregnant...” He breathed out.

You nodded, wiping away at the tears with a genuine laugh. A blinding smile appeared on Severus’ face as he moved to pull you into a tight embrace. A few tears leaked from his eyes as well, the two of you mumbling “I love yous” to each other as you cried out the adrenaline and undeniably glee that you were feeling. It had almost been a year since you started trying, and now it seemed that it had paid off.

You were going to be parents.

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The first trimester of your pregnancy was less than pleasant. While you were eternally grateful to be carrying your first child, you weren’t too thrilled about the symptoms that came with it. You were violently sick for the first few weeks, basically bringing back up anything you tried to hold down. Even something as mild as pumpkin juice was enough to make you sick just from the smell.

As disgusting as it was, Severus was by your side any time you fell ill.

“It’s okay, darling. Let it all out.” He soothed, rubbing circles onto your back as you let out another hurl.

You seemingly puked up everything you had eaten in the last ten years into the toilet bowl, a new groan escaping your chest every time you had a chance to take a breath. Severus kept your hair out of your face as best as he could, trying not to visibly grimace every time you threw up.

You closed the lid of the toilet for a minute, draping your arm over the top of it and resting your forehead on the heated skin of your forearm.

“Don’t look at me. I don’t want you to see me like this.” You grumbled miserably.

He gave a chuckle, and even though you couldn’t see it, he raised his left hand to reveal his silver wedding ring.

“In sickness and in health.” He said, wrapping his long legs around your from behind, resting his head on your back.

“I think this is an exception to that vow.” You joked, hoping that the relief you were feeling was to signal the end of today’s sickness.

Severus hummed.

“I think that this is exactly what it was referring to,” He corrected, his heart fluttering when you lifted your head with a weak smile; “Just as beautiful as ever.”

You snorted at that, but you were heartwarmed.

“How did I ever deserve you?” You asked, falling into his open arms.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

When you were actually able to have an appetite, you wanted any and every food imaginable. The pregnancy cravings were insanely hard to ignore, and it was even harder to ignore the weird things you craved.

“What...is that?” Severus questioned cautiously as he entered the kitchen, catching you in the middle of biting something he couldn’t even discern.

You looked at him with wide eyes and stopped mid-chomp. You didn’t respond, not even sure how to explain this to him. His gaze averted to the open pantry, and saw that mostly everything had been raided and placed on the kitchen counter. He had noticed that satisfying your cravings had proven to be the most difficult thus far. He inspected the food item in your hand and his stomach lurched when he realized what it was.

“Is that a treacle tart with...” He trailed off, barely able to finish the thought.

You finished his sentence, rather ashamed.

“...pickles.” You confessed.

Severus was sure that his face had turned a nasty shade of green at the thought of your concoction. He shuddered and made you put it down. You had always been creative and experimental in the kitchen, but this was too far.

“Okay, I’ve been supportive of every strange food combination you’ve come up with, but I draw the line at treacle pickle tarts.” He said with a voice full of amusement.

You whined.

“I know it’s weird, but I can’t help it. Everything we have sounds good.”

He scratched the back of his head. He never liked to tell you how to live your life, but there was no way that this was good for you or the baby.

“I don’t think Little One is going to appreciate pickles and desserts.” He noted, placing a hand on your very small baby bump.

“Little One” was the nickname that he had coined for your developing child. You and Severus had decided early on that you wanted to keep the baby’s gender a surprise up until delivery. Severus hated to keep referring to the baby as...well, “the baby”. So he had instinctively come up with all kinds of nicknames along the way.

“Well, I’m pretty sure that Little One is the only reason I want pickles.” You snapped back.

“It’s not the pickles. It’s the pickles with the tart that I can’t stomach.” Severus explained.

You sneered at him, but Severus continued before you could snark back at him.

“I’ll tell you what, princess. How about we whip up a bunch of your favorite foods, and we’ll have a nice dinner together?” He offered.

Your belly grumbled at the sound of that. You nodded in agreement, and you and Severus prepared a heavenly meal.

On top of the all day morning sickness and the nauseating cravings, your hormones were going absolutely nuts. You had never experienced such frequent mood changes like this, and poor Severus was the victim of all your emotional outbursts. It seemed as if you were blowing up at the smallest of details.

“Damn it, Sev. How many times have I told you not to leave your socks on the floor?” You hissed, angrily picking up his dirty socks.

Severus poked his head out of the bathroom that was adjoined to your bedroom, a guilty look on his face.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I left them there.” He said truthfully.

“Just like how you didn’t realize that you left the sink faucet dripping or how you forgot to put the pillows back on the bed when you got up at 10 in the morning?” You mocked, throwing his socks into his laundry basket.

He caught how aggravated you were, and exited the bathroom to talk things over. Severus didn’t want you to be upset with him, but he knew you were just going through a lot of changes and couldn’t really control your emotions well.

“I assure you that I didn’t do those things on purpose,” He said, not even an ounce of irritation in his voice; “I’ll pick up after myself.”

His light and friendly tone made you realize that you had overreacted once again. Severus had not once lost his temper with you, no matter how bad you had nagged him. Your shoulders slumped and you looked at your feet that were close to being covered by your steadily growing bump.

You felt bad for being on his ass about something 24/7. He was trying his best to help you and make your pregnancy as comfortable as possible. You yelling at him all the time wasn’t fair to him.

“I’m sorry, Sev. It’s not you.” You uttered for the hundredth time in the last three months.

He only smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Not to worry, my dear,” He mewled; “I can handle being screamed at for as long as it takes.”

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The second trimester was actually easier than the first as far as symptoms goes. Your morning sickness had subsided, you had adapted to your ever changing hormones, and you weren’t tempted to eat everything in sight. While the symptoms were still there, they didn’t completely dictate your life.

You and Severus were well into the finer intricacies of planning for the arrival of your baby boy or girl. You were in the process of converting your extra bedroom into a nursery, which was a challenge for Severus. He was a shitty interior decorator, which wouldn’t be an issue if he hadn’t insisted that he decorate the baby’s room.

Severus wanted to be as involved as possible, never wanting you to think that he wasn’t there for you. You were ecstatic with the idea of him taking charge of the nursery, but you soon realized that wasn’t a good idea.

“We are not painting the baby’s room BLACK, Severus.” You protested, eyeing the cans of black paint on the floor.

Severus had gone out and bought all kinds of paint supplies. Paintbrushes, paint rollers, stencils, tape, etc. He was adamant about doing it all by hand (as opposed to using magic; a suggestion that he was horribly offended at), and had taken it upon himself to buy everything.

You had forgotten that there wasn’t much color interest in the world of Severus Snape.

“And why not? There’s black in other parts of the house.” He argued.

You put your hands on your hips, your back beginning to arch from the weight of your five month swelling belly.

“Yes, but this is a baby’s room. I don’t think he or she is going to like it,” You retorted back; “It’ll be too dark and...scary. I want Little One to be comfortable in here.”

Severus looked around. Perhaps, black was too extreme for such a small human. He looked a tad defeated and disappointed in himself. He was trying his hardest. You caught his dejected look.

“Oh, honey. I know you want it to be perfect,” You said, taking his face into your hands; “We can do it together. Maybe we can sneak a bit of black in here somewhere.”

He nodded.

“So, what color should we paint the room?” He asked.

You looked around this time, biting your lower lip in thought. You wanted to have gender neutral colors, and something that would be cozy for the baby.

“How about we paint the walls white? That way we can add pops of color wherever we see fit.” You said after a moment of thought.

Severus agreed, but was holding to your promise to have at least some black in the room. The nursery was an ongoing project, lasting about a week and a half. The crib was the last item placed in the room, and it was complete. You and Severus stood in the middle, basking in the finished nursery.

“It looks great, S.” You said, looking at the black painted changing table and the mobile above the crib.

“It does. I’m glad you helped me.” He admitted, eyeing the moving pictures on the walls.

You wrapped your arms around your husband’s waist, his lips falling to your head in response.

“We’re going to be one happy family.” You announced.

Severus laughed into your hair, his heart beating with hope.

“We already are.”

You had officially made it past the halfway mark, and your due date was quickly approaching. There was still so much to do, and not a lot of time to do it. Your bump was already huge, and you still had another trimester to go. You were getting to the point where swollen feet and an aching lower back was crippling your ability to go out and do much.

You were laid out on the sofa with Severus rubbing your tired feet. You were fighting the aching pain in your back and legs from the unevenly distributed weight from your midsection.

“I really need to go out today.” You winced as another round of soreness flooded your body.

Severus’ careful hands continued to massage the aching muscles of your feet.

“Why, love? You can surely go on a day where you’re feeling in higher spirits.” He said.

While he wasn’t totally wrong, you were at the point where every day was the same as the last. You had a feeling that you wouldn’t have a “higher spirits” day for a while.

“I suppose I could. But I need to get baby clothes, pacifiers, bottles.” You grunted, exhaling heavily.

You really needed to do this, but you just weren’t feeling up to it. Then you had an idea. Since Severus didn’t get to put all his effort into the nursery, you thought you could give him a second chance.

“Severus, could you possibly go out and buy baby stuff today?” You suddenly asked.

You were honestly expecting him to say no, considering he knew nothing about baby fashion. Instead, his face brightened and he leapt up from the couch.

“Of course! Why didn’t you just ask?” He queried, giddy with joy.

You laughed at his anticipation, giving him a few instructions.

“Alright, Sev. Don’t buy anything ridiculous or anything that’s made of uncomfortable material,” You said; “And do NOT get anything Slytherin related. As much as you would like it, we have no clue what Little One is going to be sorted into when he or she is old enough.”

Severus groaned.

“Not even a-”

“No Slytherin stuff.”

“Well, what about a-”

“No, Severus.”

He groaned again, but accepted your request. As badly as he wanted his daughter or son to be a Slytherin, there was always the chance that they wouldn’t be. He’d love them regardless of what House they were in, but it would tickle him to death if they were a Slytherin.

So Severus went out into Diagon Alley with extra pep in his step, jittery as he went from store to store getting stuff for his little girl or boy. Severus had never paid much attention to baby clothes, and now that he was looking, his heart was swelling with excitement.

There were so many cute sweaters, onesies, socks, and pajama sets that absolutely made Severus burst with joy. He would pick out about a dozen outfits to start out with, knowing that you’d have to go buy more once the baby was older. But each time he thought he had enough, he’d spot two or three more outfits that he just had to buy.

He could not WAIT to see his baby in all of this stuff. It had obviously been a while since he was a child, and he was amazed at all of the new things that had been invented to make parenting easier and childhood more fun.

He bought a pacifier for every day of the week, and enough toys that would last your kid through kindergarten. He bought blankets and stuffed animals and anything else that a baby MIGHT want. Your baby was going to be spoiled to the max.

Truth be told, Severus went a little overboard with his purchases. He came back with no less than ten bags full of baby materials. You not-so-gracefully lifted yourself from the couch when he entered, several bags hooked onto each of his arms. He had a proud smile plastered on his face.

“Oh Merlin, Severus! What all did you buy??” You questioned, eyes bugging out at all the goodies in front of you.

“Clothes, pacifiers, bottles. Everything you asked for.” Severus stated innocently, you rifled through the bags at all the baby wonders.

“And toys, blankets, and stuffed animals.” You finished his list.

You looked at Severus with an entertained smile, his cheeks glowing red.

“I just want Little One to be happy.” He shrugged meekly.

You let out a soft “awh” and captured his soft lips in a sweet kiss. He already loved this baby so much that it melted your heart.

“With you as their dad, they absolutely will be.”

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You had never been happier to enter your third and final trimester. You were in the home stretch, and you were so excited to meet your baby. You were about to pop like a balloon and, quite frankly, you had enough of it. Don’t make any mistake about it, you had cherished every moment of being pregnant, but you were ready to get some somewhat decent sleep without being kicked in the ribs every 5 minutes.

Although, with a newborn around, you weren’t sure how much sleep you would get.

Over the course of your pregnancy, Severus had become more and more protective the more your baby grew. Now that your due date was only a few days out, he jumped at any sudden movement or noise. He had eyes and ears like a hawk. He came barreling into the living room, completely naked and dripping with water from where he had just stepped into the shower.

“Darling, what was that? Are you alright?” He asked frantically as if he had just heard an airstrike.

You looked up from your book, readjusting the pillow that was underneath your massive belly to support the weight.

“Severus. I sneezed.” You declared.

Relief washed over him, and he ran a hand through his damp hair.

“Oh. Do you need anything?” He asked you for the millionth time that evening.

You laughed shortly, nodding your head.

“Yes. I’m fine,” You said; “Please try to enjoy your shower.”

Severus had been on your tail nonstop for the last three weeks. Even though most pregnancies go the full 40 weeks, your doctor said that labor could be expected once you hit 36. Sev didn’t want you out of his sights in case you went into labor early. He didn’t want to miss anything.

You had begged him to break away just for a minute, for his sake and yours. He padded back to the shower, ignoring the way his heart was thumping in his chest. You went back to your book, grinning to yourself at your anxious husband.

Once Severus was showered and somewhat calmer, you had grown tired and were ready to get in bed. Growing and carrying a baby had really tanked your energy levels, but Severus didn’t mind going to bed early. As long as he knew you and the baby were safe, he was content.

He laughed out loud when you slid into bed wearing only a pair of panties and a t-shirt that you had used a spell to stretch out. It was the only sleepwear that fit you due to your risen belly.

Getting comfortable was next to impossible, but you had gotten used to it over the last few months. You didn’t mind, because you knew it’d be back to normal soon. Severus was eyeing your tummy, looking to you with expectation once you were settled.

“Go ahead, Sev.” You giggled, knowing what he wanted.

Every single night since you had been pregnant, Severus would rub your belly and tell the human growing inside of you goodnight. Severus shimmied down to where his face was in front of your bump. He lifted the shirt up to reveal your bare belly. He left a kiss on the stretched skin, carefully placing both of his hands on you.

“Hello in there,” Severus said, smiling proudly when he felt the baby move at the sound of his voice; “Are you still kicking your mother?”

You even nodded at that, thinking about all the times that the baby had soccer kicked your ribcage or hit your bladder just right. You placed one hand over one of Severus’, and put your other in his hair as he spoke.

“I’m so ready to meet you. I love you so much already. Other than Mum, I never thought I could ever love someone this much,” Severus spoke gently; “You two are my whole world.”

You rubbed his hair as you listened. Severus had been nothing short of amazing during this process. He was more than you could ever ask for. This baby was going to be loved endlessly.

“I don’t know how great of a father I’ll be. I didn’t exactly have ideal parents. I admit that I don’t have a model to go off of. But I will love you no matter what,” He spoke; “I hope you sleep well, Little One. I can’t wait to see you.”

He pressed another kiss to the side of your belly, before returning to your side. You were misty eyed at his words, turning so you were facing him.

“Oh, Severus. You’re going to be a wonderful dad. I’ve seen the way you love this child,” You assured; “Little One is going to love you. And there’s no one else I’d rather bring a baby into this world with.”

Severus still had a modest amount of nerves, but it was drowned out with joy. He was so ready for this baby.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, Sev.” You whispered back.

You leaned to kiss him, but just as your lips touched, you felt a contraction and a massive gush of fluid flushed out between your legs, soaking both of your lower halves. A startled gasp fell from your mouth, and Severus eyes grew about three times their normal size. You both knew what that meant.

Little One was about to make his/her entrance into the world.

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Getting to the hospital from the time that labor began was a blind rush. Severus was positively panicked, which didn’t help your attempts to remain relaxed. He had spent 9 months preparing for this moment, and he was still caught off guard.

The hospital was busy, but you had a team of nurses and doctors ready to go. You were wheeled into a delivery room, your doctor checking to see how dilated you were. He let you know that you had one of the fastest dilations he had ever seen, because you were already at 10 centimeters. There was no time for an epidural or a spell.

It was time to push.

The nurses got your legs into delivery position, Severus taking your hand as the doctor and nurses guided you through it. You gave a hard push, screaming bloody murder and squeezing the circulation out of Severus’ hand.

“You’re doing great, my love. Keep pushing.” He praised you.

Your head fell back onto the pillow with gruff, heavy breaths. You were filled with a pain you couldn’t describe. You needed this baby out. The doctor gave you a second to rest, before instructing you to push again. You took a deep breath, every muscle in your body tensing up as you pushed. Severus scrunched his nose at how badly you were hurting his hand, but he didn’t dare say anything.

The baby’s head and shoulders were out, ear splitting cries echoing through the room. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Severus peeked between your legs, and you saw the way his face filled with pure love as he saw your baby for the first time.

“Oh, [Y/N]. Little One is gorgeous...” He breathed, wanting you to push again so you could be able to see; “Push again, darling. You’re almost there.”

The nurses and Severus were encouraging you as you pushed hard a few more times, your baby finally entering into the world. Severus was a little too squeamish to cut the cord, but he watched every single movement as the doctors and nurses cut the umbilical cord and got them cleaned up. You were breathing heavily, your entire body shaking from the strenuous action. You whimpered out to Severus, who had a better viewpoint than you did.

“Is the baby okay? Please tell me the baby’s okay...” You whined out, desperate to see him/her.

Severus was close to crying, but it was the happiest he had been in his entire life.

“The baby is perfect. You did so well, my love.” He said, kissing your sweaty forehead.

The chaos in the room died down, and one of the nurses had swaddled the crying baby. She gave a huge, kind smile and set the baby in your arms.

“Say hello to your baby girl.” She cooed.

Tears fell from your eyes as she was placed into your arms. Her cries dwindled out at the feeling and sound of your and Severus’ voices. She was the most stunning baby you had ever seen. Severus felt something awaken in him. A side of him that had been itching to come out.

“A girl...oh, a girl.” You cried happily.

Severus sniffed, holding back tears.

“She’s beautiful. She’s perfect.” Sev croaked.

He placed a kiss on her forehead, her small baby whimpers making his heart explode. The two of you sat in silence, raking over your baby’s perfection. After a minute, you looked up at Severus with a smile.

“I just thought of something we have to do.” You said.

Panic flashed over his face again. You had done everything he thought. What could there possible be to do?

“What is that, darling?” He acquired.

You giggled, kissing Severus’ cheek.

“We’ve got to pick a name for her.”

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #severus #severus snape x y/n #alan rickman #Harry Potter #harry potter snape #severus snape imagine #severus snape blurb #seriouslysnape

[danniburgh]

Requests you say? If you'd be so kind as to deliver me some Javi realising he's in love and panicking with a lil angst and softness that'd be swell ❤️

OH SHIT THIS ONE IS BIGGGGGGGGG, i love this i love thissssss, maybe let’s do this with postColombia!Javi ;) also this is quite self-indulgent lmao

come and celebrate my 600 mark with me!

warnings: some agegap (not really diving into the amount of years), mentions of food, FLUFF SHIT and some angst, vague mentions of violence and anxiety

Oh shit.

Not, this... he was too fucking old for that shit.

Javier sighed loudly and watched you move your head at the rhythm of the music you had put on to cook, and he found himself hypnotized by the sight. You, stirring at something in a saucepan he didn’t know he owned, you, humming to the lyrics of the song under your breath, you, with your hair up and his apron on, you, turning around to look at him sitting on a barstool with his elbows on the counter and his chin in his hand, you, smiling at him.

That’s when he realized it. It was in the way his chest ached with need for you when you smiled at him. But it wasn’t a sexual need. It was a deep crave inside him to just... hold you.

You danced around some more and began to chop some carrots and he saw you grab a piece and throw it in your mouth and he had to close his eyes because the sight of you doing something so common was so fucking endearing to him.

Javier swore he couldn’t do it, he didn’t have it in him.

You were just so... fuck, so perfect to him, for him.

You were so young, and so beautiful, and so sweet, and sometimes you could be the sexiest woman ever, and sometimes you could be the most badass person. Yet you were so delicate and feminine and you took care of him and you worried about him and you loved his dad and you got him and you made him crazy.

He was nothing close to that.

He had done shit, so much awful shit he hadn’t told you about and he was so, so fucking sure that you would leave him if he did, he wasn’t as good as you were, he was not good for you.

Javier knew the word, he knew what he was feeling, yet there he was, watching you make him dinner while denying the feeling he knew he was feeling.

He swore under his breath.

You looked at him from the stove and tilted your head, as if thinking; you gave him a smile and winked at him. Making his fucking hear flutter.

“I love you,” 

Javier stopped breathing.

“Oh,” he said. You really said it, just so casually, like it was something you had said for years. And so self-assured. Goddamn.

Was he dreaming? was he fucking drunk and hallucinating? what the fuck was going on? did he really hear it? was he just... so keen and eager to hear you say it that his brain just... made it up?

“It’s okay if you can’t say it yet, y’know?” you told him, with a soft smile adorning your so fucking pretty face. He almost wanted to cry. You were so perfect. Showing him your love, addressing it to him and yet so, so patient, reassuring him about his own self-preservation feelings.

“I love you too.” 

You smiled and he knew he did have it in him.

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[nyxerebus]

okay but Levi with an s/o that accidentally hogs the blanket at night

Levi is pouty in the morning and they have to shower him in kisses and make him tea to get him to smile again

My heart-

Yessss! I LOVEEEE THISSSSSS!! this is sooo precious!

💕💕💕

(reader is g/n, they/them pronounce)

Zzzzzzzz

(Y/N) was happily snoring on their side of the bed, snuggled up in all the pillows and blankets. The only downside, Levi didn’t get any. Even though he didn’t sleep much, only three hours a night, he was very tired. And without the blankets, the chilly December night biting at his skin was keeping him more awake than usual.

One time would be fine, two he could manage. But this was the fifth night in a row. And he tried to pry the blankets from them, but even though they were smaller than him even in frame and height, he couldn’t pull the blankets from them. He puzzled every night about how he, humanities strongest soldier, couldn’t pull some feeble blankets from them. Turning around he wrapped his arms around them waist, pulling their back against his chest. Their body temperature was the only heat he would receiving tonight.

“Good Moring!” (Y/N) beamed at their boyfriend. He was busy signing reports and doing paperwork to prepare for the upcoming expedition. “You know what knocking is, right” he asked, more annoyed than usual. “Yeah, but I also know that I don’t need to” (Y/N) walked over to his desk and leaned against it. “Damn brat”. He didn’t even look at them. (Y/N) furrowed their bros in confusion, he would usually want them on his lap.

“What’s going on with you?” Levi looked up at them, annoyed that they even asked. What was up with him? Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that a certain brat has been hogging all the blankets all week??

“Nothing” He grumbled out. They didn’t want to push him more, knowing he didn’t always wanted to talk about his feelings. Its probably going to pass, right?

It has not passed. For every day, he just kept getting grumpier and his eyebags became even bigger. It started to worry (Y/N), what was happening to their boyfriend? “Is it me or is clean freak even more grumpier?” Hange asked, the two of them were sitting outside. Relishing in the rare free time. “I didn’t even know it was possible”. Both chuckled. “But I don’t know! Its so weird!” (Y/N) exclaimed, clearly being bothered by the fact tha t their boyfriend was in a bad mood and wouldn’t talk to them about it, he would just brush it off or walk away. They talked about what might cause it, but none of their suggestion made sense. After some time duty called and their break was over. Back to training the new Cadets!

The next morning was just like the last ones. But Levi was even more grumpier. “What is going on with you!” (Y/N) was tired of his attitude. “Nothing”

“No, its clearly something! You’ve been even more grumpy and annoying this past week, now what is it!”. Levi just looked at them and took a deep sigh. “I haven’t been sleeping much” Confusion plastered on their face, “You never sleep”

“Yeah, but even less now. Cause someone keeps hogging all the blankets” (Y/N) was about to ask who, but the realized. Oh, oh. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” (Y/N) walked over and hugged Levi, guilt was eating them up. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner” Levi didn’t get a chance to answer cause (Y/N) was prepping his face in apology kisses.

Sorry ‘Muah’ Sorry ‘Muah’ Sorry ‘Muah’

“You must have been freezing!” Levi pouted at them, looking away. ��Are you okay?” He didn’t look at them. Still with his grumpy pout. “What can I do for you to forgive me!” (Y/N) was desperate, not wanting him to be mad at them anymore. “Tea” He muttered out. (Y/N)’s face lightened up. “I will make the greatest tea known to man!” And with that they were gone.

They returned with a steaming hot cup of tea for Levi. “Hey” They eased into his office, nervous smiling at him. Without a word from him, they placed the tea in front of him. He looked at it and took a taste sip, seeing if it was up to his standards. It was, but he didn’t revile it, just nodded at them and continued on his paperwork. “Come ‘on! You cant be mad at me forever! And I did apologize and promised it would never happen again” They walked over to Levi, and sat down on his lap. Kissing along his face and neck, looking up at him with their best puppy eyes. And how could he be mad at those?

“Tch, fine brat. But if that happens ever again, I will punish you” His hand on their hip suggestive it might be a bit of a fun punishment. (Y/N) giggled and kissed his cheek: “Never again!”

A/N: hope you like it! Request are open!

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[mish-tique]

SOMEONE WITH BETTER ENGLISH AND A REALLY Good WRITING thissssss

Lewis doesn't know how the whole fight started. well actually, maybe when he just subtly suggested that at some point Max should go into therapy. It was not a big deal. He's in therapy. Damn it, everyone needs it, but for some reason, Max is extremely irritated.

At some point, the discussion ends. He only realized this when the door to some room slammed with unnecessary force. Soon afterward, he sees Roscoe following Max, as if Lewis really was the stupid one in the whole thing.

Max goes to the game room, staying there most of the day. Just too quiet, while roscoe barks occasionally (cheating shit).

Lewis spends most of his time at the gym, listening to some random music at the highest volume and thinking about every detail of the fight.

Lewis knows Max doesn't do this on purpose, but seeing him so quiet after a fight makes Lewis nervous, he feels bad right away even though he's sure he was right about the situation. You see, Lewis is a proud man, he won't just say "I'm sorry", especially if he believes he hasn't done anything wrong. And feeling guilty and not being able to do anything about it only irritates him more.

When Lewis finally goes out to get something to eat, Max is on the couch looking up at the ceiling with that distant and stupidly dramatic expression of his.

Maybe it's just the tiredness, maybe it's just another one of those moments where you don't think straight and move involuntarily, maybe it's none of those things. But at that moment, Lewis sits next to Max on the sofa.

Max tilts his head to the side to look at Lewis, keeping the rest of his body perfectly still. His eyes are ridiculously blue. He doesn't say anything, just looks at Lewis, then turns his attention back to the TV. Unlike Lewis, who glares at him.

"Stop looking at me like that",

Max tells him, though technically he's also looking at Lewis now.

"Can you tell me what-?" he finally asks, but doesn't even finish his sentence because Max interrupts him.

Max grumbles, irritated again. "Bad day at work," he says, which prompts Lewis to raise an eyebrow. Max huffs a little, but Lewis deserves more than a blatant lie, so Max corrects his answer. "I do not want to talk about that."

"Okay," says Lewis, accepting the truth as easily as he rejected the lie. He looks at the TV, is playing some stupid cartoon that Lewis is sure is one of Max's favorites.

Lewis is genuinely surprised when he hears Max's voice again. A few minutes had passed and neither of them had said anything else. Lewis even thought Max might have slept.

"I do not want." He hears it almost as a whisper Max say painfully. "I know what you think, but that wasn't going to work. Not for me."

Lewis remains motionless for a long moment, before finally mustering up enough courage to try some physical closeness with Max.

And then they are embraced.

"I'm sorry," says Lewis.

"You don't have to," Max tells him.

"I know, yet I mean it," Lewis insists, swallowing whatever sense of idiotic pride that was gnawing at him hours ago.

"Okay" It's so smooth and genuine that Lewis's heart warms immediately.

"I want to adopt a cat." OK what? it's so sudden that Lewis can't help but frown in surprise.

“I was playing with Lando, right? and you know, sometimes he can really be annoying"

Lewis blinks, still a little shocked and clearly very confused by where the whole conversation has gone. So he just nods in with a grunt just to let him know that yes, he's paying attention.

"He was talking about some stupid shit of cats being the worst pets because, they're way too independent, maybe cold and you know they really don't care much about anything. They're unfairly judged by people who don't even give a chance to get to know them. It's unfair, very unfair." Max continues, his voice sounding a little angry.

"And you want to adopt a cat to prove to the Side he's wrong?" Lewis catches himself saying without the slightest notice.

Max rolls his eyes. Is obvious.

"No."

And it all becomes clear to Lewis all of a sudden.

"Do you think the roscoe would mind?"

Lewis notices that he hasn't said anything in return and that Max is looking at him curiously. Then he smiles and Max smiles too. Uncertain but still smiling. Lewis lifts his left hand, grabbing the right side of Max's face and pulling him closer until their foreheads are touching. He looks directly into Max's eyes.

"He's going to love having a younger brother."

Please anon I love how you send this to rarsa too (/genuine), gotta see what everyone can make with it.

The way I can imagine both of them being mad and roscoe leaving lewis would feel like another betrayal, like their child took the side of one of the parents.

Both of them react differently to a fight - max goes silent, lewis goes hard (in the gym).

I do think that Lewis is the type to apologize where an apology is right - but taking in consideration both might be high in emotions, it might be hard for both of them to see the other's point. but they keep thinking about it, about what they should've done differently, what they could've done better, even though their memories say that they really are right.

The couch scene is cute! I love how Lewis could just see the lie and how Max did tell the truth but decide to go what is right to him. Poor lewis though, max really going from bad day to lando to cats, mans all over the place

Help for a second I thought Max saw himself in the cats...

Please Roscoe would love a sibling.

No promises on if and when I write it but I'm keeping it in mind!

#tbh anon you're already on a good way #you could finish it! #but so cute #cued #4433

[ptergwen]

ik this is a lot like the ask with peter getting hard out of the blue, but hear me out pls. Toms getting interviewed and he gets hard out of the blue too, and they fuck in the bathroom or the car. pleaseeee do thissssss

YALL ARE SOOOOO

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“how do i feel about...” tom has to stop in the middle of a question when his eyes land on you. you and harry came along while he did press junkets today. you’re sucking on a lollipop you must have gotten from catering, cheeks hollowed out. his mind goes to the dirtiest place. it’s even worse considering the fact that he’s doing an interview and getting hard at the sight of you eating candy.

your eyes lock with his, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth so you can give him a smile. there’s a popping noise. tom shifts in his seat to hide the growing bulge and focuses back on the interviewer. “sorry, what was the question?” he repeats it, and luckily it’s one tom has been asked at least ten times.

those are usually his least favorites because they’re boring, but he needs to give an autopilot response right now. he can’t pay attention when the thought of your mouth and all the things you can do with it are running through his mind. he’s in a bit of a rush when the interview ends, shaking the man’s hand and speed walking over to you and harry.

you squeeze his arm from where you’re sitting. the lollipop is still in your other hand. “heyyy, nice job.” “did good, bro. you have another in twenty, right?” harry checks and pulls his phone from his pocket. tom grabs your hand that’s lingering over his. “mhm. y/n, could you come with me to get water?” he asks as causally as he can. “sure.” you hop up from your seat. he quickly leads you out of the room, you throwing away the stick on your way.

once you pass the catering table, you realize he’s not in search of a water bottle. you squint at him when he drags you into the men’s room. he doesn’t give you long to be confused. his lips are on your neck the second the door shuts. you’re surprised, but not opposed.

“where’d this come from?” you giggle as he kisses the most sensitive parts of your skin. he trails his lips up to yours in a breathless kiss, you walking backwards while he guides you. the two of you end up in a stall. tom pulls away and locks it before backing you against the wall. “taste like cherry,” he says lowly. you make the connection. a playful smirk on your lips, you wrap one of your legs around his waist.

“you got turned on from me eating a lollipop?” “it was a bit suggestive, no?” he returns the smile he owed you earlier and presses his lips to yours again. his skilled fingers quickly undo your jeans, you stepping out of them. you bite on his lower lip while you take care of his own pants. he feels so hard when you push down his boxers.

“fuck, tommy. you were serious.” you murmur, the nickname practically making his eyes darken. he pushes your back completely up against the wall, your other leg around him. his hands hold your waist. “don’t be too loud, hm?” he gives you a stern look and pulls your panties to the side. you grab his shoulders with a hum. with that, he easily pushes into you.

his thrusts start off fast right away since you’re on a time limit, knowing just what places to hit that’ll have you coming in minutes. your head thrown back, you clench around him. “jesus,” he mutters at the feeling. he captures your kiss in another messy kiss when you start getting whiny. he’s making you feel too good to stay quiet.

he shows up to his next interview a few minutes late with red cheeks. harry eyes you suspiciously, your makeup slightly smudged under your eyes. railing you is worth the interrogation tom gets from his brother later.

#tom holland smut #tom holland

[sems-diarie]

Of course!

Not gonna lie I thought you saw it and didn’t like it so you didn’t respond and I was sitting over here for days all heartbroken 😭😂

It’s not in the best lighting right now, and I still need to color and line it, but it’s getting there!

Let me know if there’s anything I need to change!

NOOO I DIDNT GET THISSSSSS

she’s glowing, she’s magical. i love these 🥺 thank u for drawing me bc the talent?? immaculate.

is that u on the right 😭 please i will pick fresh fruit for u

#i adore ur art style so much :( #my artisté!

[jabitha-endgame]

Ok, the fanfic anon returns. I am considering posting these fanfics on my actual profile (which is scary), but I don't know. Do you think I should?

Anyway, here is a part one of a fanfic I am very stuck on. I don't know what to do for part two... If you have any ideas, I shall gladly accept.

As soon as Tabitha picked up her phone to answer the call from Dolores, Jughead knew something was wrong. Despite knowing her for less than a year he could already read his girlfriend’s every expression. He knew the way her eyes lit up when she saw something that made her happy, and the way she bit her lip whenever she was on the verge of tears. Even the slightest change in her dimples could send him a million tiny messages.

Sitting at that table in Cucina Sacasa, he immediately noticed the way her face dropped. As she listened attentively to Dolores’ audible, yet incoherent wailing on the other end of the line, her eyes met his urgently and she grabbed her jacket, jumping up from the table.

Jughead stood, throwing the $20 dollar bill he’d saved from the past few weeks of work onto the table and nodding towards the waitress.

“Keep the change,” he called at her.

As the couple left the building, Tabitha lowered the phone from her ear, her hand visibly shaking. He placed his palm on her shoulder, quietly calling her name as she continued to stumble toward her car. “Tabitha, Tabs, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

She spun around, and Jughead noticed the excruciated expression on her face, like nothing he’d ever seen before.

“Jug, we need to get to Pops. They did it. They threw a Molotov cocktail in, and it’s burning.

She choked back a sob, and before he knew it, Jughead was guiding her into the passenger seat of the car. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other tightly tracing circles on his girlfriend’s palm, he pulled out of the parking lot and began the drive to Pops. He vaguely remembered whispering words he hoped would be comforting while feeling her hands shaking under his touch.

FANFIC ANON! HELLO!

I loved thissssss. The way Jughead knows Tabitha and is just so supportive in a crisis 😭

The small details you write really just bring everything to life in a way that feels like the characters were lifted right out of the show! I loved the $20 bill part!!

part 2 could maybe be them walking through the wreckage for the first time and reminiscing about what Pop's means to them 🥺.

If anyone has some ideas they'd like to share as well feel free to sound off!

As for posting on your profile or not, do whatever you are comfortable doing 😊 if you wanted a place to chronicle all of your lovely fics but don't want to be known, you could always make a sideblog just for writing! (or I'm happy to keep sharing!)

#riverdale #jabitha #jughead jones #tabitha tate #ask tag #nothing like a midafternoon Jabitha pickmeup #thank you!!! #soft Jabitha has me weak #🥰🥰🥰