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jobean12-blog · 11 months

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Cowboy for Keeps

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Cowboy AU)

Word Count: 3,555

Summary: You’re a city girl and you’ve just moved into the country only to be saved not once but twice but a real life cowboy, who not only looks the part but is the perfect gentleman and you fall...hard.

Author’s Note: Been thinking more and more about cowboy!Joel. And the new pics/gifs from his upcoming movie are great inspo! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweet Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of sweet and soft fluff, some flirty fun, protective Joel because a guy at the bar is a jerk- but it’s all good, Joel to the rescue!

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You’re just about to pull the cash from your wallet when you feel a body close to you. Too close.

“Let me get that for ya little lady,” a man slurs, the stench coming off him a mix of booze and body odor.

You wrinkle your nose but paste on a small smile and say, “no thank you, I can pay for my own drink.”

He grabs your hand to stop you from handing the money to the bartender and you wrench it away, eyes wide with shock.

“I said I’d get it for ya,” he repeats. “’Round here we don’t let ladies as pretty as you pay for their drinks.”

“Well,” you start, standing from the bar stool. “Where I come from ladies can pay for their own damn drinks and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

The bar is suddenly quiet before it fills with the gruff mumbles and exclamations from the other patrons, mostly the men.

“Best let me buy ya the drink,” the man grits out, his face red. “Don’t wanna embarrass me now do ya’?”

“Honestly, I don’t care about embarrassing you considering I said NO thank you!”

You hold your chin high and cross your arms over your chest, only rocking back on your heels when the man stands and invades your personal space even more.

He lifts his hand and you start to stumble backward, unsure of his next move and that’s when strong arms wrap around your waist and you’re deftly moved out of the way and a large man stands protectively in between you and the drunk.

Except he’s not just a man. He’s a cowboy.

“You got a problem,” the cowboy growls, focusing his angry attention on the drunk guy, while keeping you safely behind him.

“Just tryin’ to buy the lady a drink Joel. I meant no harm,” the drunk man slurs.

“Well no means no so back the fuck off Stone,” the cowboy seethes, low and dangerous. “You know better than that.”

The man, Stone, turns redder than before and hangs his head, mumbling some kind of apology before shuffling back down the bar and sitting with a plop, his face still scrunched up in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Joel stares at him for a beat before turning around to face you.

“You alright darlin’?” he asks.

You nod, unable to speak as you look him over.

Tall, with long legs clothed in tight jeans and a patterned button down rolled up to his elbows, exposing the corded muscles of his tanned forearms, and warm brown eyes that sparkle when you notice the edges crinkling with his smile.

“Mm hmm,” you answer, letting out an exhale. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do…”

“Nothin’,” Joel finishes. “He ain’t gonna do nothin’ darlin’. Not on my watch.”

He tips the brim of his hat and then holds out his hand.

“Name’s Joel.”

You extend your own and he wraps it in his warm and calloused fingers, the contact sending a jolt of awareness down your spine.

After introducing yourself you reach for your forgotten drink from earlier and take a long sip, noting how the atmosphere of the bar is back to normal again, filled with chatter, clinking glasses, and the sound of billiard balls knocking together.

“You sure you’re ok,” he asks again, seeing the slight tremble in your hand.

“Yeah, just a bit shaken up.”

“Alright then darlin’. You just holler if you need anything.”

With that Joel dips his chin and smiles before heading back to the other end of the bar to finish his game of pool.

You turn away from him but can’t help stealing a side eye peek as he struts off, loving the way his jeans hug his ass.

As much as you try to concentrate on finishing your drink you can’t keep your eyes away from the pool tables and when Joel leans back against the wall, one hand tucked into the back of his jeans and the other clutching the cue stick you realize he’s right out of a cowboy fantasy.

It’s in the width of his shoulders, his dark hair that’s just a little wild and peeking out from under his hat, his unbuttoned shirt that’s tucked neatly into his jeans, all supported by a sleek leather belt. He carries the whole look with ease.

Before he can catch you staring you silently chastise yourself and finish off the last of your beer then hail down the bartender to close your tab and actually pay for your last drink.

“It’s already been paid for,” the bartender explains with a smirk.

Your expression morphs into one of indignation as you open your mouth to argue, once again, that you don’t need any man paying for your drinks.

“It wasn’t Stone!” the bartender quickly says, holding up his hands. “You said no.”

“So then how did it get paid for?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.

“Joel paid,” the bartender says.

The information catches you off guard but for some reason doesn’t bother you at all. You smile at the bartender and throw down a nice tip then turn your attention to where Joel’s standing.

You lock eyes and he grins, giving you a wink and a tip of his hat before he’s called for his next shot.

Reluctant to leave but knowing you should start driving home before it gets dark you gather your bag and see yourself out, but not without taking one last glance behind you, your breath catching in your throat when you see Joel leaning over the pool table, his legs and ass on full display.

“Shit,” you mutter before pushing the door open and stepping out of the bar.

Since you’re still new to the area you’re using your GPS everywhere you go but apparently there’s some new construction work on the main road which causes you to turn off the first street you see. You continue driving and notice the change in scenery almost immediately.

Flat land stretches out to the horizon, now glowing pink and orange with the setting sun, and large farm houses and barns, as well as fences and stables, line the road.

You contemplate pulling over to check your phone but there’s hardly any service out here.

With a sigh of frustration you continue down the quiet road but your car starts to sputter and then jerks forward several times. You panic and quickly maneuver it to the side of the road just as it stops completely.

“What the…?” you gulp.

You press on the gas and check the keys, pressing all the buttons on your dash but nothing happens. That’s when you notice your fuel tank is on E.

“Oh my god,” you cry. “This can’t be happening.”

You rest your head on the steering wheel and fight back the threat of tears through your curses. As you grab your phone and contemplate who the hell to call you hear the sound of hooves on the road and see a small cloud of dust stirring up behind a horse and rider, silhouetted by the setting sun at their backs.

Since you don’t know who it is you lock your doors and wait. The rider rounds your car and stops in front, far enough away so you can see him. He tugs the brim of his hat down to shield his eyes from the sun and leans on the horn of his saddle to look down at you with a smile.

“Joel,” you whisper, unlocking the doors.

He throws one long leg over his horse and holds the reins as he comes to your drivers side door.

You roll down the window.

“Hey there darlin’.”

“Hey,” you reply sheepishly.

“What are you doin’ sittin’ here on the side of the road?”

“Well…um…you see…I sorta ranoutofgas.”

“What was that sugar?” he asks, unable to understand your last rush of words.

“I ran out of gas!” you huff, averting your eyes.

“Aw come on now, that’s nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

Despite his words you can see the grin pulling at his lips.

“Don’t you dare laugh!” you chide. “Haven’t you ever run out of gas?”

He ponders your question then looks up at his horse, Whiskey.

“Well, good ‘ole Whiskey here never runs outta gas so….”

You purse your lips to fight your own smile.

“Come on,” he says, opening your car door. “Get your things I’ll give you a lift.”

“But I live pretty far from here,” you tell him.

“That’s fine. My ranch is just a few miles down the road. I have some gas and we’ll bring it back and fill your car up.”

“Wow,” you muse. “Twice in one day.”

“What’s that darlin’?”

“You saved me twice! In one day!”

“Must be my lucky day,” he says with a wink.

You grab your things and secure your car before looking up at Whiskey.

“Ever ride a horse before?” Joel asks.

“Maybe just once or twice, but a long time ago,” you admit.

He places his boot in the stirrup of the saddle and easily mounts the horse.

“Come on’ sugar.”

You take his outstretched hand, his large fingers closing around yours in a firm grip as he helps you on to the back of his horse.

You press yourself against his back to keep from sliding off, thankful he can’t see your face when you feel his hard warmth so close.

“Hold on,” he says before he snaps the reins and Whiskey starts off at a brisk trot.

You squeal and wrap your arms around his waist, clinging to him with fistfuls of his shirt.

When you feel his abs flex with laughter you squeeze him tighter, huffing out expletives.

The ride to his ranch doesn’t take long and by the time you’re turning down the dirt path to his farm house the sun is just dipping under the horizon and the first stars are blinking into existence in the darkening sky.

“Wow,” you whisper looking up as the horse slows.

“Not used to this kind of sky?” Joel asks as he offers you help off Whiskey.

“Not really,” you tell him, still looking up. “The city lights are beautiful but they’re always too bright…”

He nods in understanding, his hand still resting on your waist.

“Can I get you anythin’ darlin’?”

You bring your eyes back to him and smile. “Yeah, I’d love a drink please.”

He pops his elbow out at you and you slip your arm through his as he leads you up the porch steps.

When you get inside he releases you and heads for the fridge.

“Lemonade, iced tea? Water?” he asks.

“Iced tea sounds great, thanks.”

He pours two glasses and guides you back out onto the porch, sitting himself down on the large swing. You sit next to him, close enough that your shoulders brush every so often.

The sky has completely darkened now and the quiet of the night surrounds you. The only sounds you hear are the chirping crickets and the creaking of the porch swing as Joel uses his foot to push you back and forth.

“So do you always ride down the road hoping to catch a damsel in distress?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence.

He chuckles before taking his hat off and placing it on his knee, his large hand running through his hair and tussling his already wild locks.

“Naw sugar, just enjoy my sunset rides. Nothin’ like that big open sky turning from blue to purple to orange and pink before it all sinks into blackness.”

“I bet,” you sigh, leaning your head back.

You can feel his eyes on your face and you turn his way, a tension, an attraction brewing between you and the anticipation makes you fidget, picking at your jeans.

“Why don’t you come watch the sunset with me tomorrow night?” he asks. “I know the perfect spot right here on the ranch.”

“Really?” you ask, your eyes bright. “That sounds amazing.”

He smiles warmly and stands carefully from the swing, offering his hand. You take it and stand, your arms brushing as you remain close. He places his hat back on his head and adjusts it, your eyes following his every move.

“I’m gonna grab the gas for your car then I’ll drive you back.”

“Ok.”

You watch him walk off to the barn just across from his house before stepping down from the porch and admiring your surroundings.

He returns with a large plastic fuel tank and once again gives you his arm so he can walk you to his truck. He opens your door and helps you in.

On the ride back to your car you fall into easy conversation about your life in the city before your move and he tells you more about the ranch.

Once your gas tank is full you lean against the door of your car, nibbling your bottom lip.

“I don’t know how to properly thank you Joel.”

“No thanks necessary darlin’. It was my pleasure.”

You look at each other for a moment, the moon the only light illuminating the features of your faces and you see his eyes drop to your mouth.

He clears his throat and hangs his head, his hands landing on his hips as he kicks at some unseen rock on the road.

“Well, I guess I’d better be going,” you say, even though you sound a little reluctant.

“But I’ll see you tomorrow,” you finish, the reluctance replaced with clear eagerness.

“Absolutely. Are you sure I can’t pick you up?” he asks.

“Nah. I have to learn my way around! And now that I have gas I should be fine,” you giggle.

He smirks and pulls his cell out of his back pocket.

“Give me your number,” he says. “This way if you have any trouble you can call me.”

You type in your info and hand it back, smiling when your phone buzzes with a text from him.

“Thanks again Cowboy.”

“Anytime darlin’.”

Before you can change your mind you lean forward and place a soft kiss to his cheek, his beard rough under your lips.

He grins and slips his arm behind you to pull open your car door. With that, you turn and get in, waving before you drive off.

Your trip back to Joel’s the next day is much easier with a full tank of gas and proper directions. When you make the last turn that leads out to his ranch you’re almost overwhelmed by the vibrant green of the grass and the cloudless blue of the sky that stretches unendingly in front of you.

The sky is just beginning to change color and you can’t wait to see the full beauty of a sunset over the ranch.

Joel greets you by the gate, helping you out of your car before he leads you toward the barn.

You give him a questioning look and he quickly explains with, “just had some baby pigs born.”

With a barely contained squeal you grab his arm, the excitement rushing out of you in jumbled words.

“Thought you might like to see them,” he adds, before you can even get the question out.

After visiting with the sweet babies and cuddling them as much as their mother would allow, Joel asks for your hand and ushers you away from the barn and farm house. You move deeper onto the ranch land, silent as he leads you to a small clump of bushes and you hear water.

“Where are we?’ you ask.

Joel’s quiet, his voice barely above a whisper.

“This is my favorite spot on the ranch. It’s a natural pond, fed by an underwater spring. It’s rare ‘round here, the runoff from the mountains mostly goes the other way. But this keeps the cattle well-watered and it’s a great place to cool off.”

He’s quiet again as he pulls on your hand a bit, and as you sit down, you discover a blanket already spread on the ground along the shoreline.

“Oh look at you all prepared,” you tease.

“Didn’t want ya to be sittin’ on the grass darlin’. Figured this would be more comfortable.”

You feel him scoot closer to you, your shoulders leaning against one another.

As the day draws to a close on the vast expanse of the ranch, the sun begins its gradual descent toward the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape.

You lift your hand and shield your eyes from the last moments of brightness, only able to peek through you fingertips to see.

Joel shifts and then your face is enveloped in shadow when you feel him press his hat onto your head.

“Does that help?” he asks, looking at you.

“Definitely,” you answer, giving him a quick glance before turning back toward the sunset. “Thank you.”

The sky continues to transform into a masterpiece of colors, blending shades of orange, pink, and purple.

Silhouettes emerge as the light recedes, enhancing the beauty of your surroundings. The rustic wooden fences that enclose the fields take on an ethereal quality, their weathered surfaces aglow with the evening light.

As the sun finally dips below the horizon, the sky gradually transitions into deeper shades of blue and purple. The last remnants of daylight illuminate the landscape with a gentle glow, and the stars begin to appear, twinkling in the darkening sky. The ranch settles into a tranquil stillness, and you let out a contented sigh as you stare at the glimmer of the moon on the water.

“I like this. Being out here. On the surface it’s dark and quiet, but if you use all your senses, there’s so much more.”

“Tell me what you sense?” he asks as he shifts even closer.

“It’s quiet but not really. I can hear the cattle and other animals and every once in a while I see a flash of a firefly.”

You nudge his shoulder and point over the water, giggling when you see some dancing lights.

“I can even smell the grass and something else…rugged and adventurous, like earth, leather, and pine…”

You close your eyes and hear Joel swallow.

“And what about your sense of touch?” he murmurs. “What do you feel?”

Before you can answer, you feel his fingertips tracing up your arm to find the curve of your jaw and cradle it in his hand. He turns your head toward his and brushes his hat from your head.

His eyes fall to your mouth, his own just a breath away as he traces his nose across your skin. Your eyes flutter closed when you feel the pressure of his lips, gentle and delicate, before your entire body tingles with electricity and warmth.

You press yourself closer and when he feels your agreement he deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and threading his fingers through the belt loops of your jeans to pull you into his lap.

“My touch is telling me a lot of things,” you whisper against his lips before he moves to trail kisses down your neck. “All of them good. So fucking good.”

He reaches for the hem of your shirt, slipping his fingers beneath. You can feel the coarse, rough calluses on his fingertips and palms as he explores your skin, humming in appreciation.

“You’re soft as silk darlin’.”

You moan his name, gripping his shoulders as he pulls you tight against him to meet your mouth in another heated kiss.

He smiles against your lips, stroking your back with work roughened but still gentle hands.

“What did you think of that sunset?” he asks.

“Most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen.”

He keeps you in his arms and lays down, tugging you into his chest so your head rests along his shoulder.

“Show ain’t over yet darlin’. Look.”

He points a finger toward the sky and you move your eyes up, darkness stretching far and wide above you, broken up by the glitter of thousands of stars.

“Wow,” is all you manage.

He smooths his hands over your waist and you idly run your fingers over his chest, enjoying the interplay of his muscles underneath the soft cotton of his shirt.

The feeling of him is overwhelming and the heat in your body builds even as you press your thigh along his and soak in more of his warmth. You turn slightly and place your hand on his belt buckle, dipping your finger under the metal and tugging him until he’s facing you.

He props himself up on his elbow, his long legs stretched out and tangled with yours. His eyes are intense as they wander over your face and you can’t help but tempt hm as you bite your lower lip.

He leans down, meeting your lips in a kiss while his free hand finds your silky skin, caressing every inch he can reach.

Your fingers find his hair, weaving through the softness before giving it a tug so you can deepen the kiss. The sparkle of the stars is dimmed in comparison to what he does to you. In every touch of skin, every kiss, even in the way he looks at you, he makes you want more. He makes you want everything.

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teddysterk · 10 months

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Hello! Can you write a Bucky Barnes x ticklish reader headcanon on how he would tickle you and what teases he would say to make you blush and flustered?

Yes Ofcourse! Thank you so much for my first request! ❤️❤️❤️

(Also this is written as platonic I don’t feel comfortable writing romantic stuff ❤️)

Bucky Barnes X Y/N tickle headcannons

Bucky is a ler-leaning switch! He always has been, considering he has little siblings and Steve around. ❤️

Because of this big brother energy, he can be terrifying when it comes to tickles. Be careful when pranking him!

When Y/N joined the team and moved into the compound, Bucky and Y/N quickly became friends! :)

One day Y/N was play-wrestling with Bucky, and he grabbed your side in a way that made them make a noise… but not a pained noise… a cute noise! 🫣

From that day on, it was AWFUL (amazing) being around Bucky…. He would take any chance he could to fluster or tickle you. He would be the type to take advantage of little stretches or when Y/N is busy/distracted doing something else.

Also, over half of the play fights turned into tickle fights! 🥰

If Y/N was bugging Bucky for attention or decided it was a good idea to mess with Bucky, there is a 98% chance it would end with tickles.

He seems like a very playful type! Expect teases like “What’s so funny?” And “Will you quit giggling? I’m trying to talk to you!” Also….. Bucky and wiggly fingers OMG, that man will do anything to make you also soft and giggly he would be in a play fight and pin you down and wiggle his fingers or smirk at you.

Even with Bucky being more playful, he knows when it’s too much, or you’re not in the mood.

Bucky is a big fan of cuddly tickles in softer moods! If Y/N and Bucky are relaxing after a mission or long day, he will give the best light tickles to keep a smile on your face while you two wind down.

(A cute little scenario that is very much Bucky tickle vibes)

Y/N looks at their phone and sees it’s already 11:30. Bucky hasn’t gotten out of bed yet because he was exhausted from a mission he got back from late last night, but still, this man needs to get his butt out of bed. Y/N goes to his room and sees the super soldier asleep in bed. They go over to him and started shaking him awake, but he wouldn’t budge, so they shook him harder. “Bucky, get up, you lazy old man!” Bucky still doesn’t budge. “Huh? Bucky?” Y/N says as they sit right next to Bucky on the bed. “Are you dea- ACK!!” Y/N gets cut off by Bucky rolling over on top of them. “WHAT THE HELL!? Bucky!!” Y/N says as they smack his arm. Bucky is trying so hard not to giggle and “stay asleep,” he still has a tight smile on his face though.

Suddenly, Y/N feels two arms start to scribble on their sides. “Heheeyy! BuhUHKY!” Y/N laughs out as the Bucky begins scribbling on their ribs too. “GEHHETT OHHFFF YOU JEHHERRKK!” Y/N screeches out as Bucky digs into their hips. Bucky giggles a little and starts fake snoring. With all the tickles, Y/N can’t do much besides laugh. But after a little while, they manage to squeal out a “BUCKY!!” before dissolving into giggles again. Bucky finally lets up, and rolls over with Y/N on top of him, and traps them in a bear hug. “Yohhoouu suhhuuck!” Y/N says, letting out the remaining giggles. “Hey, it’s not my fault you decided to disturb my beauty sleep,” Bucky says as he kissed Y/N’s head.

(Credit to the gif owner)

Also thank you so much @the-gingerbread-lee and @cantsaythetword for help with editing and confidence to post my first request ❤️

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mobolanz · 5 months

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Happy birthday to Evelyn! 🥳 I actually have a question 👀 How does she celebrate and feel about her birthday? Does she usually gets any gifts from Reiner? If so, what was her favourite gift ever?

Now allow me to get ready for the party.

Omgggg that's a great one! Also is the Vulpix gif a throwback to me mentioning that had she been a Pokémon it'd be this or what- (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

So for your questions!

How does she feel about it?

So Evelyn remembered her ones during life back at the mansion being treated as so big and incredible and well anticipated... but maybe as big as it really can be in a space like that after all. She hoped she could remember it having more people than it really did and all of them were familiar faces of people that just worked there. Not going anywhere either despite it being in plannings every year.

Nowdays, she tries to not make a fuss out of it, in some instance even forgot it all together. Simply felt like getting her hair done a special way today and maybe add up some accessory. Not openly stating it or expecting anything from her current family either way since knowing them they'd probably ask her 'oh just how old are you 5? ' as in ,,mockingly.

Almost overwhelmed by surprise when someone wants to do something for it. Like, would actually bother and not consider it a waste. Give her anything or take her somewhere. They have their own day after all! Still it's in a good way, she's really thankful for that, and already thinking on what should she get them in their time, while enjoying it to it's own.

Any gifts from Reiner?

It has a range. For a starter since she's awfully quiet about it, once actually realizing what this day is - Reiny can't help feel like it's a shame since that leaves him to a "rushed" resort of spotting a classic choice of good jewelry and getting her just that. Like he could do much more had he known earlier, get her anything at all make sure it's great and really match it to her needs and personality. Even if just by the end of the day or morning after.

That said, it being a strong sign of genuine care and also that he knows her well enough to see it'd be to her liking to choose it first is already endearing enough for her she can't help it. Actually even worrying he really bothered to THAT level 'but it wasn't too costly now was it...?' . Which he either way dismisses as nonsense argument with an ambiguous argument of "my budget allowed me just perfectly". Worth the smile she just couldn't wipe off even then.

Following birthdays have that too since it's already known enough she loves jewelries after all and cherishes it in any shape type and color; and let's herself put them on in public. But also more practical additions (one includes a small stand to actually place all her previous jewellery on 😆) , and more on the classic side a bouquet 💐 🤧 maybe even bring her somewhere , just them both really

Her favourite one would be... non-related to birthday ones don't count right? So I'd say,,, she has hard time picking. Maybe she'd say the one she just got this year every time, showcasing it gets better and better each year 🥰(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Evelyn birthday asks

#mai thoughts #mai writes #Evelyn birthday asks #aot oc #reinelyncore #Evelyncore #asks #missnobodymadness #oc x canon

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yourssinfullyquiche · 2 years

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In the comfort of the kitchen... (D, no.2)

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 Behold another drabble in Gavin's B-day Drabbles~

Prompt 11, 19 & 22: a kiss on the corner of the mouth, a kiss on the side of the neck & a kiss along the collarbone

Warning: Tbh idk if it considers smut but it's very suggestive

Enjoy...

My eyes follow the dips of his shoulders and the toned lines of his naked back littered with battle scars—some send spikes to my heart, some connect to scars far deeper than that of a physical sense, some faded with the passage of time—all with their own stories, forever engraved as a part of him. I pull out from my reverie and again find myself eyeing those muscles flex and relax oh so deliciously as he moves around the kitchen.

He spins around so suddenly that he catches me staring at him and his only response is a quirk of an eyebrow to which I slowly shake my head to dismiss his silent question—and a cute boyish smile appears that is so uniquely his that tugs at my heartstrings. I return that smile with an equally innocent one of my own, masking the rain of sensuous thoughts in my mind.

He walks around the counter and situates himself in front of the fridge and my eyes again light up at the pleasure of continuing its secret journey. They continue down to his lower back, eyeing the dimples and finally they land where they have always intended to. His muscular bum. Just a few inches away from me. His cute sexy buns—sculpted and toned to perfection with the amount of effort he pours into—extending an open invitation and I practically salivate at it.

My hands itch to feel the sculpted flesh and my eyes and ears eager to soak in his reaction. In a beat, I cup my palm, slowly raise my hand and bring it down quickly landing a hard slap on contact. A quiet gasp of breath follows a loud hiss—they bless my ears while my hand basks in its victory. The fridge door closes with a soft “thud” as he spins around—his expression one of adorable feign indignant and sizzling arousal.

“Why did you suddenly do that?” asks a sheepish quiet voice juxtaposed to the building desire in his amber eyes. “You don’t like that? I hear my own voice dripping with flirtatious lilt. “I do”, comes a quick response. “Well then, your butt seduced me,” I innocently say. He laughs and is about to say something—while I love to hear that, my desire for him has me hastily cutting him off.

“Come here,” a needy command and the pull of the band of his boxers has him obediently dropping whatever that is in his hands on whatever surface he can find—his desire filled eyes though keeps ahold of mine and follows my movements as I climb onto the marble island while he situates himself in between my thighs.

My eyes break the intense gaze as my lips overcome by hunger lets out a shaky breath—and so begins the trail of wet kisses along his collarbone that has him deeply sighing into the crook of my neck. With the sides of his neck vulnerable, my lips move their journey there planting open mouthed kisses, sometimes releasing hot breaths in between—that has him squirming, sometimes leaving purplish marks all over—that has him moaning deeply into my ear which has my body tingling with arousal.

All he does is encourage my ministrations with that moan and my left hand once again snakes around and grabs his butt massaging the toned flesh. He eyes me darkly as he hisses so close to my lips that it has me nuzzling closer to the apple of his cheek and my lips can’t help leaving a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He involuntarily angles his head to meet my lips but whines when I don’t reciprocate. When I do, I swallow all his adorable whines and hisses, his beautiful sighs and delectable moans that reverberate to the depths of my core.

A/N: Gif does not belong to me. Credit to its respective owner(s).

Thank you for reading❤️

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farfrompleasant · 2 years

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Wellll happy Freyja Friday ❤️

How have y'all been? No more heat wave right, is the baby girl more energetic now that it's a little bit cooler? Any more shedding?

How's school going? Are you both getting more used to your fall schedule? Miss Freyja have any complaints? 😉

Does Freyja play? Does she have toys? Can she have toys or will she just destroy them or does she even care lol Lizzie has been trying to give Nova a toy every now and then except she immediately regrets it and wants it back 🙄 the utter drama queen

What're we liking to eat lately? Did you get basil from your partner's dad's garden? I love the communal garden idea it's why I'm part of so many seed exchanges 😆

Nova has really come out of her shell and she LOVES to bark 😭 she seems just very vocal in general she's made a lot of different noises I don't typically hear dogs make lol

Sometimes when I'm down I go look at the gifs of Freyja shaking her little booty in her bath 🥰

HAPPY FREYJA FRIDAY ❤️ c:

We’ve been relatively good, and Freyja is just being Freyja. Heatwave or not, she’s unscathed and as unbothered as always lol c: you know… aside from mealtime, and snacking Freyja’s never energetic. I’d like to think she preserves energy and depletes it when it counts 🤭 another surprising thing is that she hasn’t had any shedding this far 😆 it makes me so happy for her since it brings on (an unknowing) discomfort for her 🥰

School is a tad stressful but I miss it? I do in a weird way… I guess I like the stimulation it brings sans anxiety shrug🤷🏾‍♀️ and I think that Freyja and I are adjusting forsure. Now that I’m home more often, I find time to spend with her while working on assignments. That’s the beauty in being a reptile mom, they’re simple and don’t require more than closeness c: I appreciate that about her… 💓 I guess the only complaint she would have is to offer her more worms and to serve them elsewhere lol

Look here! She was struggling this morning to get the past worm 🤣

(I can’t help but to think she’s a little too stubborn… and she gets that from my partner lmao)

Freyja doesn’t have any toys now that I’ve considered it… but I’m super down with trying to see if she would be into that. I know a hammock isn’t a toy, but it’s the only object that I know she would love in her enclosure. There’s times where she will pancake on the couch rest and it always reminds me to get her one… maybe I’ll get her a toy while I’m at it c:

So I didn’t get the basil the last time I was there but I did get parsley! Annnd she didn’t even blink at. She gave it a sniff and that was it 😗 quite literally her food (🦗) was more into the parsley… If I don’t get her basil the next time, it’ll be because I’ve finally decided to try out butternut squash; I’ve heard it’s pretty popular among beardies so I’ve been meaning to incorporate it into her diet a while back 😅

NOVA and LIZZIE are getting along?! That warms my heart 🥹❤️ especially after all that you’ve told me about that possessive gal… she’s very sweet for trying and for just being somewhat selfless… I think it’s very comforting and thoughtful of Lizzie to (attempt) gift Nova something that is so significant to her like that c,: and what?! Miss Nova carries a tune or more?! Wowowow this is so exciting!😆 you HAVE to show me or gift me audio of her antics! She sounds so fun and lovely 🥰

I am glad that Freyja impacts you in that way. I’d have to say that she picks me up too c: I can definitely say she has this spunk that makes it all okay even though I know none of what she does is all too intentional… is it ironic that a cold blooded creature like her is such a heart warmer? I feel like it is even if she legit siphons heat from me whenever we cuddle 🥰 thank you for sharing that with me ❤️

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juneviews · 2 years

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Hey Axelle, thank you so much for rewatching tol, because i started rewatching myself (2nd time for 2022 - i won’t say how many times i rewatch it since my first watch but it’s a lot because it hurts soooo good)

To me, tol is so iconic & tbh yes off’s acting was off the charts in not me but he was so good in tol too, like actual king, he lit up my heart with his cuteness and then broke it with his sadness

(some) reasons why tol is iconic:

both leads being super cute and savage at the same time;

the straight baiting with two and lynn;

the absolute genius of the change of pov;

the importance of the movie theme, it’s so important for the characters AND the storytelling;

the way they use the romantic tropes, like they even ruin the ones they use e.g. when third first rode with khai on chawee, it’s with romantic & like a romantic scene but then in the next ep, third relives the experience as horrible because khai is a terrible driver, and i adore that;

the way third values his friendship with khai without letting his jealousy ruin it. Like, he helps khai with girls (e.g. he’s the one organizing khaki’s first date with curly hair girl) while in other medias he would’ve done all he could to ruin khai’s chance with girls. I love that when third says he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship because it’s so important to him, it is actually shown to the audience & we really feel like third doesn’t see his situation as being "friendzoned" but as a "i’m in love with my best friend" and it really shows (i don’t know if i’m making sense but yeah…)

Anyways, i love tol, it’s one of my fav show of all time and all places, and i love revisiting it, so thank you again for bringing it back to me 💕

(And reblogging your awesome gif sets, thank you!)

hi anon! omg yay we're twinning with the tol rewatches <3 could not agree more, off was INCREDIBLE as khai too & deserves more credit for it!!! and your reasons???? ummm... YES!!! couldn't agree more, firstly every character of the show is so lovely, I adore them all!!! second of all, the "straight baiting" is SO great bc like the whole untwo-lynn storyline is SO bisexual and full of angst & repressed feelings, yet lynn is not ONCE demonized, and you just KNOW two & her stayed friends afterwards and laughed about how they dated for a month, like... ugh don't get me started on the untwo storyline bc it's literal perfection!!! then I've talked in length about how theory of love is one of the rare shows that was able to choose one theme and RUN with it, like that show just makes you want to watch movies so bad & incorporated them so well into the plot, it's just SO good ahhh!!! and OMG you are SO RIGHT about them having the cliché romantic tropes but also mocking them at the same time!!! like even third, as I've said before, is one of the only bl & romance characters that is in love & knows he's incredibly biased and would do anything for khai, but also ROLLS his eyes about it bc he hates it LMAO! like it's so relatable bc being in love is not just heart eyes 24/7, it's also being like "that man really isn't that great" and "why the fuck did I do that?" :'))) and finally, YES about the friendship!!! I've said it since my first watch during the summer of 2019, but I consider theory of love a friendship show more than a romcom imo, bc the friendship is not only central to the whole show with the savage gang (tol is one of the only bl posters that features the main friend group on it & not just the main bl ship!), but also central to khaithird's relationship bc they are best friends before becoming lovers. so yeah, that show is truly so special & even though it's so angsty I'm just going 🥰🥰🥰 the whole time!!! thank you for supporting my gifsets, it means a lot <3

xxx

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mrssnivellussnape · 3 years

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Not my GIF, creds to original owner

Thanks for Your Help, Professor

Requested by Anon: ‘Will you do an one-shot or imagine where Professor Snape catches you teaching yourself DADA spells after curfew (you lost track of time), and he helps you learn a spell you are struggling with and is proud of you once you figure it out?’

AN: Later than normal, but still on time 🥰 so enjoy!

Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader (legal), Severus Snape x OC

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: student x teacher (reader is of age!) Explicit language, slight spicyness

“Can we please go back to our dorm?” Anya, your best friend since first year, begged.

You turned to her, “As soon as I finish my notes. I want to make sure that everything is perfect before I cast the spell.”

She rolled her eyes and walked over to you, turning your body so that she could look you dead in the eyes, “Y/n, we’ve been practicing this spell for almost a month now, if you haven’t already perfected it, then maybe we should just give up.”

“I can’t do that.” You shook her hands off of you and went back to your things. “This isn’t some first year jinx, Anya; this is one of the three Unforgivable Curses. It has to be perfect...” you’d gone into somewhat of a daze.

“Fine, but for tonight, can we please have a proper amount of rest?” She stepped closer to you. “Look at us, we look as though we haven’t slept in ages.”

You looked at your best friend and laughed, her curly hair was everywhere and she had somewhat noticeable bags under her eyes. If she was only accompanying you on these nightly quests, you could only imagine what you looked like considering you were the one performing them.

You sighed, collecting your things and putting them away, “You’re right. Let’s go before someone catches us.”

“Yea, like Snape.” She threw out.

You glanced her way, “I’d much rather be caught by Snape than McGonagall. I heard she sent a group of first years into the forbidden forest for being out past curfew last week!” You both shuddered at the thought of being sent out in the middle of the night.

While you were walking in the hall, you’d heard what sounded like footsteps. You strained your ears to listen for them, briefly stopping Anya so you could hear better, but continued when she looked at you oddly. You’d gotten back to the entrance of your dorm and could’ve sworn you heard someone a few feet away from you, but again, when you tried to look, you saw no one.

You were thankful that no one else was up, saving you from any prying ears and eyes, and you both headed to your room. You were more than ready to pass out.

————

Anya had unsurprisingly been right the other night when she said you two should’ve left earlier than you did. You were beyond exhausted and your body hadn’t woken you up like usual. The two of you had woken up an hour later than you were supposed to which resulted in you both having to get ready quicker than ever, you had to miss out on breakfast, and now you would have to hear your professor’s complaints and lecture on how you should prioritize your time better.

Taking a look at your schedule, your face froze, “Shit! We have to get going like now!” You grabbed your bag, not having time to shove your books in, and all but dragged Anya out of the room with you.

“Y/n!” She protested behind you, “Why are you yanking my arm and why are we rushing even more when we’re already late?”

You wanted to stop but chose against it, the last thing you wanted to do was be a moment later than you already were, “Our first class is potions... with Snape...” you looked back and noticed how her eyes widened in fear and you felt her quickly pick up the pace.

By the time you reached the doors, both of you were out of breath and panting, hair back out of place thanks to the speed you were going. You looked around, not noticing Snape and breathed a sigh of relief, smiling slightly when you felt Anya do the same. You walked over to your spot and she followed, the two of you being seated next to each other.

“Thanks for waking us up, you asswipes.” Anya hissed at the other two girls who slept in the same room as you.

One of the girls looked offended while the other ignored her and rolled her eyes, “We tried to, but clearly you couldn’t hear us over your incessant snoring.”

You could already see Anya’s bad temper coming to the forefront and you elbowed her, “I do not snore, and I’m personally surprised that—”

“Miss Carter, and Miss L/n, how... nice of you both... to... join... us.” The brooding man emerged out of his potions cupboard like a dark shadow, quickly coming to loom over you, “Care to tell the class why you were... late?” When neither of you spoke, he slammed his hands on the desk and made you jump. “Speak!”

“We overslept, sir. We had no intentions of being late to your class.” You rushed to answer him, slightly annoyed at his unnecessary loudness.

He looked from you to Anya and noticed her irritated expression, “Is something... bothering you, Miss Carter?”

“Maybe if you could dial it back some, we know we’re late. You don’t have to make a big show about it in front of everyone.” She sighed, shocking not only the class, but subtly Severus as well.

You weren’t surprised, though. From the moment you two had met, she’d always been like this. She was never afraid to speak up and always said what was on her mind, regardless of what it was. She was never really curt in her words either, always making sure she was sensitive to others and how they felt. That was one of the many reasons you loved her.

She had, in fact, always loathed Professor Snape for quite some time now. She claimed he was dramatic and that his displays of anger were very immature and uncalled for nearly every time. She respected him as a teacher, but couldn’t find it in her to like him as a person.

“Detention... tonight... tomorrow... and for the next... two weeks.” His menacing voice sounded above the silence that now slipped over the room. He left your table and fixed himself to stand in front of the class, “Since Miss Carter can’t help her halfwitted mouth from speaking as carelessly as she does, you’ll be writing a three parchment long essay on the brews you’ll be working on today.” He looked at each of you and ignored your groans of annoyance. “Begin!”

The rest of the class had gone as expected. Your classmates gave both you and Anya glares, blaming you for their current predicament, Snape also sent your friend a few nasty looks, which, in your opinion, was childish for someone in his position. You thought about how rude he could be, thinking a few choice words, and noticed how his eyebrows furrowed when he’d looked at you again. That made you hurry to finish so you could focus on your mixture, and that only.

Thankfully time had flown by and the class was over with. You all cleaned up your stations, handed in your essays, and hurried to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

“I can’t believe he gave me detention. What a dick...” Anya complained.

You smiled at her, “Well maybe, if you hadn’t been so cheeky, you wouldn’t be in this current predicament.”

She looked over at you and studied your face. She had that look in her eyes that she always got before she said what she was about to, “Forgive me, Mrs. Snape, for even thinking about rudely speaking on your husband.” She held her hand over her heart, dramatically begging you.

“Stop.” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the heat that shot through your neck and chest. “I don’t like him like that, I’m just saying that you need to be more respectful.”

She eyed you, seeing right through your little lie. You’d had a crush on the man since your third year and it only strengthened the older you got. There was something so attractive to you about a man who knew what he was doing. With his potions, the way he’d sometimes speak to people, or how he’d have a look of almost pride when you were the only one to answer his questions correctly. Thankfully, it wasn’t noticeable and you’d been able to get away with your thoughts.

“Respect is given to those who respect me, and, in case you haven’t noticed, he shows me not an ounce of respect.” She argued with you.

You nodded in agreement, she wasn’t wrong, “When was the last time you’ve ever shown him respect?” Scratch that. “When was the first time you’ve ever shown him respect?” You countered.

“Touché,” she concurred. “I still think he’s a piece of shit.”

“Be nice.” You shoved her shoulder, clinging your books to your chest. A thought suddenly came rushing to your mind and you stopped walking, frightening your friend. “How are you going to help me tonight if you’re going to be in detention?”

She sent you an apologetic look, “Sorry, Y/n. Why don’t you just skip tonight, try and get some actual sleep?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’ll just study it further.” You sent her an understanding smile and continued to talk, hurrying so you weren’t late again to your next class.

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The rest of the day had gone as normal as usual, you bettered yourself even further in your subjects, you turned your work in correctly, and you were even able to enjoy lunch, doubling down on that since you’d missed breakfast. You were upset that you wouldn’t have Anya’s assistance like you would any other day, but you were still ready to learn this spell.

It was late as night - nearly midnight - by the time you’d left your dorm. Although Anya had gotten back from detention hours ago, you didn’t want to wake her. She’d told you all about her dreadful day and how Professor Snape hadn’t gone easy on her whatsoever, and by the time she’d finished, she passed out on top of her covers.

You were creeping quietly down the halls, not wanting to be seen or heard. You were wearing a deep black jumper with a matching pair of muggle joggers, you needed to blend in with the dark as much as possible. Getting caught by Filch or Snape wasn’t on your agenda, and it would no doubt put a hitch in your plans.

You moved through the halls effortlessly without light, you’d memorized the path by now with how often you’d been practicing and now it just came easy to you. You arrived at the door and looked around before entering. Glancing to a corner on the left side, you could’ve sworn you saw a movement in the shadows, but you ignored it, blaming it on your paranoia.

Closing and locking the door behind you, you went straight to one of the empty desks, setting your stuff down and getting ready. You spent the next few minutes reading over every word and sentence correctly, for the millionth time, and nodded along to what it was saying.

‘If performed poorly, then the victim would have their mind addled’

‘Resisting is possible, but requires great strength of will and character’

‘When correctly casted it is terminated - for whatever reason - and the victims become themselves again’

You knew all of these already, you made sure to remember every single thing that could possibly happen. Both you and Anya had quizzed each other on every question you could make up and even she knew a little about it just in case anything should happen.

You’d been so caught up in paying attention, that you hadn’t heard the click of the lock or the slow opening of the door behind you. You did, however, feel the slight chill and how the temperature of the room dropped. It made you look around to see if there were any windows, but you knew there hadn’t been any.

You walked over to your bag that you placed on the floor, looking for a few candles that you’d brought with you, and when you looked back up, you nearly jumped out of your skin at the tall figure standing in front of you, “Fucking hell, you scared the shit out of me!” You held your chest and begged your heart to beat back to normal.

“Mind your language, stupid girl.” Came the voice of none other than your potions Professor. “What are you doing out past curfew?”

Frowning at his previous choice of words, you ignored him, grabbed the candles, and placed them where you’d been. You lit them and then faced the man again, “Lighting candles, what does it look like I’m doing?” You sarcastically responded.

He angrily stepped closer to you, “I can see that—”

“So why’d you ask?”

You could see him trying to control his irritation and you inwardly laughed, he was far too quick to anger. “Why are you continuously coming to this room, past curfew, each night?”

That surprised you, you didn’t expect for him to have noticed. But the longer you thought about it, the more it made sense; the feeling of being watched, something lurking in the shadows, seeing things in the corner of your eyes. “Have you been following me?” You finally asked.

“Yes.” He admitted but he looked embarrassed right after. “A student out of bed is always my concern, I do patrol the hallways at night. Now answer the question.”

You leaned back on the desk behind you and looked at the man. You’d had this theory that he was a legilimens for quite some time now and you wanted to test it out. “I come here to mediate, hence why there are so many candles.” You lied.

“You’re lying.” He looked you directly in the eyes, almost trapping you in his gaze. You felt him push through your mind and openly let him in, allowing him to see exactly why you had been coming here. “You’re teaching yourself the Imperius Curse...”

“I am.” You admitted, pleased to know that he’d invaded your thoughts.

“That’s one of the Unforgivable Curses.”

You rolled your eyes and backed away from him, “Yes, I’m aware.”

He refrained from grabbing your arm, refusing to let you get him upset... clearly that’d already happened. “Why is a 7th year like you learning about the Imperius Curse?”

“Why not?” You shot back. “I’ve already excelled at all of my curriculums, and well, one can get quite bored of the same old spells.” You shrugged now.

You hadn’t been lying. In everything you did, you made sure you did well; you had the tendency to be a bit of a perfectionist at times. It had started as a challenge, you wanted to see how far you could go really, and the idea of trying one of the three Unforgivable Curses had popped into your head.

While everyone else shied away from them, you more than welcomed them. They intrigued you, the dark arts always had for some reason, and you wanted to know about them. So, you began to study them and take time to learn them in and out, and once you had... well, you ended up here.

Although you paid attention to all three of them, you knew better than to try the other two - the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse. Those weren’t ones that you were anywhere near comfortable trying and you didn’t want to, harming someone - or worse - had never been your type of thing. The Imperius Curse, when done correctly, could be completely harmless and since you’d went over it numerous times, you were confident in yourself.

“I’m assuming that you’ve been practicing on your daft friend, Carter, correct?” He was now intrigued.

“I wouldn’t choose those words to describe her, but yes.” You sighed and looked at the man in front of you, he was rather nice looking and the dim candle light that was shining on his face was adding on to his appeal. You cleared your throat, quelling your thoughts and moving on.

He broke through the now awkward silence, “I should report you to the Headmaster’s office—”

“But you won’t.” Again you’d cut him off.

He scoffed, “And who, exactly, are you to... tell... me?”

You hopped onto what should’ve been the teacher’s desk and sat atop it, crossing your legs. “Well, not only am I Head Girl, I was also a prefect. I happened to pass my O.W.L.S with flying colors and I’ll no doubt succeed in acing my N.E.W.T.S. I’m held to a high esteem and my professors, including you, wouldn’t suspect that type of thing from me.”

He eyed you up and down, you were right but he didn’t want to admit it. “That means nothing against my word.”

“So leave right now and go tell, run to Dumbledore like you always do, and inform them that their star pupil is breaking not only curfew, but ministry rules as well.” You were challenging him now, waiting for him to cave in. You knew he wasn’t going to snitch but it was still fun to tease him, regardless on if he was your teacher or not.

“Do you think you’re funny, you foolish girl?” He’d let his anger get the best of him now and immediately regretted it after seeing your smirk.

You shook your head, “No, I know I am, though I’m not being funny right now. So are you going to tell on me or not?”

“I’m the one asking questions, not you.”

You nodded in acceptance, “So ask me a question.” You now crossed your arms and waited, smirking further when he didn’t have anything to say. “Nothing? As I thought.” You leaned on the palms of your hands now and continued on. “That brings me back to my question, Professor, are you going to tell or not?”

You saw his reluctance; he didn’t want to give in to you, but, unbeknownst to himself, he already had, “No...”

You gave him the cheekiest smile you had in you and jumped off of the desk, skipping over to your notes. You could feel the tension in the room but you chose to ignore it, after all, he was a grown man and if he wanted to speak, then he had every right to.

A few minutes had passed of uncomfortable silence and you were about to ask him why he was still here until he spoke up, interrupting you, “How far have you gotten?”

“Well, I’ve already memorized everything with the help of my, in your words, ‘daft’ friend. That leaves me with the task of performing the curse on someone.”

His face had a look of a disappointment and frustration as he scowled, “You haven’t even tested it on someone yet?”

You’d heard him say something underneath his breath, no doubt an offensive word or term that deemed you an imbecile, but you ignored it, “That’s what tonight was for, but you gave my test subject, if you will, detention.”

“Had she not chose on speaking out, she wouldn’t have gotten detention.” He contended.

“Calm down there, buddy, I wasn’t saying she didn’t deserve it. I was just saying you could’ve gone a lot easier, despite us being late, we were still respectful.” You tossed your notebook at him and let him read.

His eyes quickly skimmed over it and you saw him nod approvingly at the words, “Since you don’t have someone to try it on, why don’t you use an insect?”

“That is beyond bestial and I will do no such thing!” That had been an awful suggestion.

“Alright,” he nodded. “Then I’ll give you a few more things to add onto your studies.”

You tried to contain your squeal but nearly failed. You smiled even harder at his grimace from the loud shrill, “You’re seriously going to help me?”

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” He noticed you bouncing on the heels of your feet and almost ran when it looked like you were about to hug him.

You two had spent a heavy remainder of the night working together. You didn’t think there was more for you to learn, but you had been wrong. You were never one to be rude and ignorant, so you more than welcomed the knowledge he was giving you. He was a brilliant man, more than even you could fathom, but you knew that, you could see it; it was what made you admire him the most. He didn’t get enough credit, in your opinion.

Although there were no windows in the room, you could tell how late it had gotten by the candles. Professor Snape saw you look from him to the floating wax and he too saw how late it had gotten. He wrapped up your lesson and offered to teach you again, preferably earlier than this time, and you willfully accepted. You were ecstatic to be able to receive private lessons from him.

Bidding him goodnight, you walked out of the room while he followed. He locked the classroom and, with one last glance to you, strode down the corridor. You looked back once more but you were left with an empty hallway, the Professor seemingly long gone now.

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A week had gone by, and Professor Snape kept up with his promise to give you more in depth lessons on the curse. He’d tried convincing you to at least practice on a small insect, and after much reluctance and persuasion, you’d finally agreed.

When Anya had found out about your little sessions, she teased you relentlessly. It wasn’t in an ill way, quite the opposite actually. She’d started picturing your wedding with him and she had begun to like the idea of you and your Professor together. Except... you weren’t together.

Since beginning, you and Severus had become a lot closer than you’d thought. He’d compliment you in your potions class, you’d catch him looking at you when you’d glanced his way, and he now allowed you to call him Severus. You knew that it was strictly platonic, he was your professor and you were his student, and that was okay.

Today was the day you were going to cast the curse on the bug. You prayed to the gods that Severus didn’t get some hopeless creature with cute eyes and a large pout, you didn’t think you’d be able to handle it. Even though you’d thought it was impossible, he had become more sensitive towards you and your feelings. It was odd, but you liked it.

You walked into the classroom and saw Severus sitting in his chair, “Good afternoon, Professor.” You merrily greeted him.

“Afternoon.” He grunted back. He set his quill and papers down, walking over to the back of his room, “Are you ready?” You heard him call behind you.

You nodded then remembered he couldn’t see you, “Yes, I’m nervous though.”

He walked back in and you saw how he shielded the jar behind his back, “Why is that?” He inquired.

“Because you’re now hiding the jar behind your back even though you promised to not get a bug that’s going to make me feel bad.” You responded, rolling your eyes when he smirked. “And that look makes me feel like you’re going to end up tricking me.”

“Quite the contrary, my dear.” You blushed at the term of endearment. He pulled the glass from behind his back and showed the hideous bug. “What do you think?”

You glared at him and tried not to look as freaked out as you were, “No, absolutely not.” You shook your head and stood further away from him, “There’s no way I’m using that as practice.”

Severus frowned at you, surely he hadn’t gotten an insect that you’d feel bad about. Nobody liked cockroaches, and if they did, they were mad. “It’s just a cockroach, Y/n.”

You felt your stomach get warm at the sound of your name leaving his mouth and you relaxed slightly. “That’s the problem!” He flinched at your sudden tone and you sent him a quick apology. “What happens if it retaliates and flys at me? Because, Severus, I swear to Merlin, I’ll scream. I will.”

“Alright, alright,” he tried to hide his amusement at your fear. “I’ll keep you perfectly safe from the insect. Now prepare yourself.”

You listened to him and set your things down. You took your robe off and rolled your long sleeves up, needing to cool down a bit. You unbuttoned your top two buttons and shook your body to calm your nerves, your hair was in a loose ponytail and it fell from your movements.

You felt eyes on you and turned to see Severus staring deeply at you. He blinked and realized you were now looking back at him, he cleared his throat awkwardly and hurried to busy himself with something in the meantime. You felt a surge of confidence at his apparent appreciation of your body and you were going to test the waters at some point.

“I’m ready.” You announced, looking over your shoulder and being greeted with his eyes on yours.

He nodded and walked over to the jar on his desk. He gripped his wand tightly and, with one hand, took the lid off of the glass, releasing the cockroach. He slowly backed away from his desk, making the bug float while he got closer to you. You watched as he came into your peripheral vision and you turned your head to look at him as he spoke, “You’re going to take over.” He saw you about to violently object and he cut you off, “I’ll be right here if anything should go wrong. It shouldn’t, though, you’ve practiced this until the point of perfection; you’ll be fine.”

You smiled at his reassurance and took over. You easily controlled the bug now and had it floating before both you and Severus, but the more you looked at it, the more it was scaring you. Your hands started to slightly shake and it caused you to nearly lose control of the cockroach. Lucky for you, your Professor slid behind you and gently held your forearm, steadying you and helping to calm you down.

“Relax.” You heard his voice in your ear and a shiver ran through your spine. “Don’t let the fear control you, overcome it.” His hand now fell to your waist, resting it there to correct your posture.

You took a deep breath, exhaling, “Imperio!” Instantly, the insect started to move on your accord. You made it dance, which was funny to see, and you twirled it around, making it flutter it’s disgustingly large wings.

He was absolutely proud of you right now. You’d perfectly casted the spell with not a single problem and you even took over completely, not really needing his help at the moment. His hidden happiness connected with yours and he couldn’t help the smile he was hiding behind you, he wanted you to know that he was just as astounded as you.

Severus watched you as your eyes lit up from succeeding in your mission. He admired your persistence, liked how you didn’t give up nor looked at him in disgust when he offered to help. He noticed you were more than quick to accept his help and, at first, he passed it off as you just needing an extra hand since your other one had been temporarily taken; but the more you worked together, he realized that you seemed to enjoy being around him.

For some odd reason, he’d always like your presence, it calmed him. If you - or anyone for that matter - had asked him to explain it, he’d be stuck trying to relay exactly how and why he felt like that, because he just couldn’t. Maybe it was how you spoke freely, or how you wouldn’t mind lending help to someone who needed it. He’d decided that it was definitely when he saw the sparkle in your eyes whenever you gave him your full, undivided attention.

You brought him out of his reverie when you let out an excited gasp then an even louder squeal of excitement. “By Merlin’s beard, Severus, we did it!” With you now more than happy with your accomplishment, you freely put the cockroach back in it’s jar, mindful not to hurt the creature. Severus had been completely silent next to you and when you turned to look at him, your nose touched his chest.

He looked down at you while you looked up at him and you felt the air shift instantly. Your breathing could be heard over your heart and the throbbing of your ears was making you feel dizzy.

You could feel yourself getting lost in his dark eyes. You could see now that they were chocolate rather than obsidian, and they held a sort of warmth inside of them You wanted to stare into them all day long, let yourself sink into the deep pits, but you refrained. His eyes flashed down to your lips and you leaned into him.

This was wrong, you weren’t supposed to be wanting this - let alone doing it. He was your professor, he was much older than you, but you didn’t care, you wanted this. By the way his body was absentmindedly coming closer to yours, you could tell he needed this almost as much as you did.

Your bodies touched each other, hugging for the first time, and in your head, hopefully not the last. His hands came to wrap fully around your waist and you allowed him to drag you even closer. Needing more than he was giving you, you made the first move. You grabbed the back of his neck, slowly pulling him down to your lips, and making him do the rest. He’d obliged, without a seconds thought, and crashed his lips onto yours. What started off as a soft, gentle kiss quickly turned into one of rushed passion. He pushed his body harder against yours and you let out a low moan at the contact.

He growled midway into the kiss and easily picked you up, guiding you to his desk, and sitting you on top of it. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his and you grabbed his cloak to pull him against your chest. One of his arms came behind you and pressed your body tighter onto his, he let his hand wander higher up your back and tangled his hand in your hair.

You both heard the sound of glass crashing in his cupboard and broke apart to see Anya standing there dumbfounded. “Holy shit!” She crudely exclaimed, ignoring the scattered shards by her feet.

The interruption made you and Severus jump apart from each other. Your skirt had ridden up and you tried to push it down, attempting some form of modesty now. You muttered a quiet ‘excuse me’ and he moved out of your way so that you could leave, watching as you fumbled over your own steps.

You quickly collected your things and dragged Anya along, almost making her trip along the way to the door. You dropped your notebook and bent down to get it, falling slight forward from moving far too fast for your body’s liking. You ignored your best friend’s laugh as you looked back at Severus. You sent him an apologetic look and then a soft smile, silently thanking him for his help.

“Goodbye, Professor!” Anya practically sang to him. She laughed when his face turned a dark shade of red and it only got better when you harshly yanked her wrist, rushing her out of the room.

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writermads · 2 years

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I posted 634 times in 2021

49 posts created (8%)

585 posts reblogged (92%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 11.9 posts.

I added 149 tags in 2021

#reylo - 36 posts

#ben solo - 23 posts

#rey - 21 posts

#adam driver - 19 posts

#star wars - 18 posts

#kylo ren - 10 posts

#dramione - 7 posts

#a field of grandeur - 6 posts

#annette - 5 posts

#harry potter - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 90 characters

#seriously considering cancelling my order if the customer service doesnt return my message

My Top Posts in 2021

The tags have been updated and the draft is ready, I am finally updating and uploading Ch. 16 of A Field of Grandeur! It’s been over a year in the making and I am super excited.

A small thank you for reaching 500 followers at the end of October, I love you all. I’ll be posting the new chapter sometime tomorrow. For now, take a chance to admire this amazing edit from @/chqrliebarber on twitter (who gave me permission to use on this fic)

If you need something to read in the meantime, check out my two other completed fics here - https://archiveofourown.org/users/writermads

(Edit) here its the link to Chapter Sixteen:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24000991/chapters/87478219

49 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 06:56:32 GMT

Here’s a smol compilation of AD photos and gifs that have building up in my photos (thank you Twitter):

See the full post

56 notes • Posted 2021-06-09 16:28:06 GMT

Went absolutely feral when I saw this photo ... really the whole video of this moment tbh.

126 notes • Posted 2021-07-07 00:09:44 GMT

So I was finally able to (almost) complete my art wall behind my desk. I am so happy with how it turned out! Thank you to @elithien @afterblossom and @verauko for the beautiful artwork.

The Pinterest wall on the side was something I found on tik tok back in august, so here’s the link to that if anyone wants it as well!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeEYvvQw/

Now I just need to order a few more things for the little row at the top and it’ll be perfect 🥰🥰🥰

134 notes • Posted 2021-06-06 00:58:45 GMT

What’s Happening in Canada

So I don’t usually like to get political or show that side of me on here, I use Reylo and my Tumblr following as kind of an escape from reality in a way. This community for the last year and a bit has always helped to alleviate the stress of the world around me.

But, there are some serious issues happening in Canada right now (other than the heat wave) that I don’t think my non-Canadian followers would know about. I live in Alberta, where our Premier chooses instead of condemning the government and the church for the horrific treatment of children in residential schools; to double the funding of churches and religion.

In the past month (literally 30 days) 1550 unmarked graves have been found in and around past residential school sites across Canada. Let me say that again, the graves of 1550 CHILDREN have been found across our country. That’s not even all of them, it feels like each day we find hundreds of more. It’s projected that up to 30,000 children were murdered while being forced to live in Residential schools.

Our country is not as innocent as it has always seemed. There has always been systemic racism, especially towards Indigenous and First Nations people. I’ve seen it first hand from some of my own family members, and the idea of changing Canada Day fireworks from celebrating our “great nation” to honouring the lives of thousands of murdered children astounds me. These kinds of events should’ve been outright cancelled and replaced by traditional ceremonies and events to honour the lives of these lost souls.

I’ve been in limbo about going to these celebrations, as my boyfriend just generally loves fireworks. But I can’t stand by while everyone celebrates something that is founded on genocide, racism and colonialism.

So, if you made it through all of this, I applaud you. If you want more information on what’s happening, please do your research. It’s astounding that people are willing to stand aside and choose not to acknowledge what is going on.

Feel free to reblog or comment with any other information or research on the subject, I would love to know more and understand better than I already do. These children deserve our attention and care, something they never received while living.

The National Indian Residential Schools Crisis Line: 1-866-925-4419

The Indian Residential Schools Survivors Society: https://www.irsss.ca/

Inquiry into Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women: 1-844-413-6649

Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women: https://www.mmiwg-ffada.ca/

350 notes • Posted 2021-07-01 00:49:10 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

Love that my longest tag was me complaining about not getting my Rey and Ben Solo Funko's on time ...

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #reylo number one always bb #ben solo #star wars

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leqclerc · 3 years

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What a year (derogatory.) It’s been long and difficult and frustrating and not what we had in mind when the clock struck midnight a year ago I’m sure. Wishing you all a happier, brighter, less lonely 2021. 🙏🏻✨💕

I’ve been out of this fandom for about two years. When we went into lockdown (the first time around) I didn’t know what to do with myself. On a whim, I got back into Formula 1 (it was always somewhere in the back of my mind but I hadn’t given it my full attention for a while), first by catching up on DTS, and then by tuning into the races around June. Finally, I tentatively re-joined the fandom in early August. At first I felt kind of lost - there were so many new urls, icons, new posts; hell, the fandom had a name now (f1blr) which was new. I didn’t really have any expectations, I just wanted to feel a little less lonely, a little less hopeless. I never could’ve anticipated what would happen in the next five months.

I got back into editing and giffing and interacting in fandom and everything that comes with that. I met so many wonderful, talented, kind people, a lot of whom I consider genuine friends. I’ve been welcomed back with open arms. I got to be a part of something bigger than myself, experience the epic highs and lows of Sebchal as teammates, and feel a real sense of purpose and community for the first time in this cursed year. I know it sounds stupid, but every note on a gifset, every @ mention, every tag under my edits, every time someone hits like under one of my long drawn-out essays, every anonymous (and non-anon) ask in my inbox...It all means so much to me. My follower count shot up from 600-something to an astonishing 983. I still can’t really believe it, but I’m grateful for each and every one of you. You inspire me and motivate me and bring me so much joy. Thank you💕

First, I want to collectively thank the @dailyf1 crew and the soup chat (y’all know who you are) for being wonderful. 🥰 Thank you to all the content creators and artists and fic writers that have shared their creations throughout the year. I also want to give a shoutout to some of the people on here that have made an impact on me; those who’ve helped make this dark year a little bit brighter. Also full disclosure my memory is awful, so if I miss anyone, that’s on me and my forgetfulness! I’m sorry!

@j-button formerly known as jnny-g: Oh, Fir. You’re my everything and more: the Seb to my Charles, the soup to my bread. It’s crazy to think that it all started with that one innocuous ask about football AU...And now here we are, months later, and you’ve become one of my closest, dearest friends. Thank you for indulging me almost every single day from 10am to 5am; thank you for all the ideas we’re shared, ranging from reasonable to self-indulgently unhinged; thank you for all the fics you’ve written and all the love and care you’ve poured into everything you’ve created; thank you for all the laughs and the endless encouragement. Most of all, thank you for being you, and thank you for being there. There’s a lot more I could say but I think you already know everything. I love you. 💕

@helmetswap: Give me your helmet and I’ll give you mine. ✨💕🙏🏻✌🏻 Lynn! Thank you for letting me yell at you about Sebchal and for yelling back. Thank you for all the worms we shared. Thank you for indulging Nora AU and making it the special little thing it’s blossomed into. You’re one of the sweetest, funniest, kindest, loveliest people I’ve met in this fandom and I’m lucky to call you a friend.

@totovolff: J, you’re one of the coolest people on this goddamn hellsite. An icon. You’re one of the first people I actually spoke to via DMs and I’ll never forget that. Thank you for your presence, your tireless defense of Val, and all of the amazing fics you’ve produced - especially Formula Student fic, your Sebchal portrayal lives in my head rent free and will continue to do so for many months to come.

@scharletred: I know we haven’t spoken much but your presence is always felt on my dash. You’re one of the nicest, kindest, most positive people on here. You’re always ready to help out with a link or an opinion or a translation. Thank you for everything <3

@formulabarbi: Again, one of the loveliest, most talented people I’ve had the pleasure to interact with! I love all your content, your tags, your enthusiasm. Thank you again for being so willing to help me out and make me a header, I love it 🥺🙏🏻

@redbulllracing: Elise, your talent and kindness is always felt on the dash! Thank you for welcoming me into DailyF1 and always being so willing to help out in any way. You’re a treasure and a huge inspiration <3

@redpaint: I know we haven’t spoken much but Nat of redpaint fame, you’re an icon, a legend, one of the most important people in the unhinged little Sebchal community. Your fics and posts served as a Sebchal crash course for me when I got back into the fandom, and conflict resolution and see you falling live rent free in my mind. Thank you for writing the language of another world, easily one of my fave fics that I’ve read this year. Stay iconic <3

@pinsaroulettes: Fuck, Olivia, you’re in a league of your own with all your Charles edits. Your brain, your talent. Keep doing the lord’s work and spread that sweet, sweet Charles Leclerc propaganda. Always a delight to see your content on my dash. The fiercest of us all ✌🏻

@4mulaone @4xmulti21champion @alexanderalbon @callumilott @enemy-crush @f-uno @georgerussellls @goalkepa @hakkinens @jensons @marcusarmstrongs @mclarenrenaissance @mclarenp3 @mhakkinen @mushroomseb @oscar-piastri @pitcrew @sebchal @sebestianvettel @sunshine-ricciardo @reynobody @ricciardos @verstappen

#text #follow forever #mutuals appreciation #long post #i've probably forgotten someone despite having like 40 tabs open but. that's a me problem 🙃#on a serious note thank you to everyone <3 you guys are the best #*mine

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