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Carlisle Cullen

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Boss || D.L

Summary: Draco is the head Healer at St Mungo's. You are the new Mediwitch that Draco can not help but slowly fall for you. You being oblivious to it all. -Both characters are 23 years old. Astoria is affected by the blood curse much earlier in her life. -

Part 1- Word count: 1,121

Warnings: None, Fluff,Scorpius (if kids are a trigger for some)

Its your first day of working as a MediWitch at St Mungo. You have studied and worked hard for this job and you did not want to blow it.

As you step out the lift, shaking with nerves and a million thoughts racing in your head you bump into someone, papers and files flying around you.

So much for not embarrassing myself on my first day you think.

Without looking up at the person you fall to the ground and start gathering everything "I-i'm so s-sorry" you stutter out still gathering all the persons things.

You fell the presence drop to the floor across from you, gathering the belongings too. "Its quite alright dear" a deep, husky voice says.

This is when you finally decided to look up at the man that you pumped into. Shit. Your boss and a former classmate. Draco fucking Malfoy.

"M-Mr Malofy. I'm so sorry." You say again finally standing up, him doing the same. You hand him his papers and press down your skirt that had made its way up your legs. You did not catch Draco's eyes lingering on your bare legs before finally snapping out of it and speaking.

"Y/n Y/l/n. Well its been quite a while since I have seen your face." He states playfully, fixing his tie.

You and Draco were not friends at school but you weren't enemies. You would be paired up with him for projects and would be nice to each other at parties. But other than that you guys were apart of two different worlds. You were not one that was caught up in all the mess of the war. You kept your distance from others just due to the amount of losses that many faced during the two wars.

You could not help the blush that started to grow. Just like all the other girls at Hogwarts you fancied Draco when you two were at school. And you could not notice he was still very attractive, now even more than when at school. Then you caught the attention of the gold ring on his ring finger. Of course you idiot. He's married. You think to yourself.

"You could say that Mr. Malfoy" you responded to him formally, he was still your boss.

He looked at you and cocked a brow "Mr.Malfoy? 1. That is a horrid of a father and 2. Why so formal Y/n?" he asks confused.

"Well you are my boss now and this is a working environment, so I have to be polite." You state.

Thats when something dawns across his face "Miss. Y/l/n. The new MediWitch. I thought the name sounded like something i've had in my mouth before, but i could not figure it out for the life of me."

You merely nod, wanted to go and find your post, not wanted to be looked down for being late on your first day. He goes to walk away in the opposite direction of you to the lift and you start to move to the nurse's station.

Not even two steps away you hear him clear his throat and you turn around.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asks

You are beyond confused "To the nurse's station."

He lets out a little chuckle, "I see. Your orders were not passed down to you then. You will be assisting me on my rounds and appointments."

You look at him shocked "O-oh okay." you yet again stammer, still standing in your place.

He moves aside and motions for you to come into the lift "Come on don't wanna be late for our first rounds together" and with that you made your way into the lift next to him not daring to meet his face.

But due to your actions, you missed Draco looking down at you fondly.

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After two weeks of your job

"Good morning Draco" you say as making your presence known to the blonde wizard as you put your bag down in his office.

After a few days of working with Draco you started to leave his bag in his office instead of the locker room. There wasn't anything wrong with the locker room you just started you day in his office.

"Good morning Y/n. I'm thinking today will be a slow day so I believe we can stay in here and you can help me complete paper work before the weekend." He responds as he separates the paper work into two piles for the both of you to work on. You take a seat in front of him and grab the paper work to start on. "Yes sir" you say jokingly and he sends you a stern look while grinning.

You and Draco have fallen into a easy and comfortable dynamic. It was like you two's relationship back in school but closer now. You really enjoyed his company. After the war you didn't have much friends, and you didn't know if what you and Draco had was a friendship but you will continue to pretend that you guys are friends.

You two stayed in a comfortable silence for a while and the paper work was getting done much faster. It was Friday and it was usually slow, so Draco preferred to get the paper work done so you both could have a free weekend. Draco requested that you work along side him so your scheduled allowed you the weekend off, even though you did not mind working on weekends.

The day went by quite fast. You two finished all the paper work by noon had a few check ups that were scheduled, but luckily there wasn't any emergencies.

You were now back in Draco's office collecting your bag and ready to head off for the weekend. "Is there anything else you would like me to complete before heading off for the weekend Draco?" you ask because you truly did not want to want anything to do this weekend.

"No, it looks like everything has been completed, but I do have a question for you Y/n" he states and you send him a questioning look. "Tomorrow at 2 I am hosting a small get together for my son, Scorpio's 5th birthday and if you are free would like for you to be in attendance. If you want to of course."

This request truly did take you by surprise. Draco had told you a few stories about his son. And as the fact that you did not have any children yourself the invitation was a shock, but you did love children and free food.

"I do not have any plans, I will be there" you send him a smile and exit his office.

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Detention pt. 2

Audio version

As soon as you opened your eyes you squeezed them together again, due to the bright sunlight already shining through the windows of your dorm. You didn’t remember what woke you up because there was no sound except the twittering of the birds outside on the castle grounds and your bed felt comfortably warm and soft. You groaned as you carefully stretched your stiff limbs. Walking around the forest the whole night wasn’t that fun anymore the next morning. When the memories of the last night slowly came back to your mind you couldn’t help but smile.

You were still cuddled up into Draco´s sweater. You took a deep breath of the comfy scent, that already threatened to vanish, as you passed the memories of the last night in revue.

You had been in the forest with Hagrid, Hermione, Ron and Draco. And after the first unsuccessful try to catch the Jarvey, you agreed to pair up with Draco to look for it. And when you had spent some time alone with him, you had realized, that he wasn’t that bad at all. Actually, he had been really nice and had even given you his sweater when you got cold.

The sweater you were still wearing. When you had gone to bed last night, you had been too tired to change your clothes. But you didn’t mind though. Because you had never worn something as cosy as this. You buried your face in the soft material of the sweater and took a deep breath, a little bit disappointed that you would have to change your clothes soon.

“Have you had sweet dreams?”, you heard a mocking voice next to you.

You flinched and opened your eyes. Hermione had woken up too and sat on her bed, watching you with a small grin on her face. Slowly, you got up as well and rubbed your eyes.

“Don’t remember.”, you mumbled. That was half the truth. You didn’t exactly remember your dreams, but you were pretty sure that the owner of the sweater had appeared in them. And you also had the feeling that the dream hadn’t been that bad. But you didn’t want to think about it right now. Because rather than getting lost in thoughts about the past, you wanted to get ready for the future. Or more precisely, the breakfast. Because you felt as if you were starving.

When you took a look at the watch on your nightstand, you quickly got up.

“C´mon, Mione, we have to get to the Great Hall before breakfast is done. I´m starving already.”

Hermione got up as well and grabbed her thinks. As she saw you grabbing your spare clothes, she smiled again.

“Are you sure you want to change? I´m sure Malfoy wouldn’t mind if he saw you in his clothes again.”

“Shut up, Mione.”, you mumbled, but you felt your cheeks redden. You felt certain anticipation when you thought about seeing Draco again but at the same time, you were also really nervous. Last night the bond between the two of you had felt magical. Surreal, but at the same time also familiar. But now that you kept the last night in perspective, nothing special had happened between you, even though for you it had felt like this. What if Draco didn’t think the same? What if last night he had just tried to kill time and had just been friendly to you because it had been the best choice he had had? Whatever had happened between you, you wanted to deepen the relationship you had discovered and wanted to get to know him better. But what if he didn’t want to? And if you would approach him, what would he think about you? Would he be annoyed? Would he even want to talk to you?

There was probably only one way to find out. And that’s why you left your dorm together with Hermione only five minutes later.

“Malfoy? For real? Out of all the boys?”

“Well, there was no other boy last night.”, you countered. “None I spent that much time with.”, you added as Ron started to protest.

Harry had been anything but amused about the fact that you had spent that much time with his archenemy out there in the woods and coming back in his clothes. When you had gotten into the Great Hall, Ron and Harry had already been sitting at the table and Ron had told Harry everything about last night. From his point of view of course. Which was, sometimes, not exactly absolutely correct.

“And you really want to tell us that nothing happened between the two of you?”, Ron asked for the fifth time this morning.

“I told you Ron. We just talked.”

“And he gave you his sweater.”

“Because I was cold. I already told you tonight.”

“If you say so.”, Ron said and exchanged a meaningful look with Harry. Hermione just rolled her eyes.

“Boys.”, she sighted and you nodded in agreement.

When you had finished breakfast and left the Great Hall, you saw Draco standing at the entrance with his friends. Crabbe and Goyle. You didn’t even know their first names. You never really liked them. They always looked intimidating but not in a good way like Draco did sometimes. It was cruelly. Because even though they weren’t exactly intelligent, their physical strength was undeniable. And that wasn’t a good mix. Originally you had planned to reach out to Draco when you would see him again, but now that you saw him standing with his friends, you hesitated.

But when Draco looked up and his gaze met yours, his face lit up and he waved at you. You took that as an invitation.

“You guys can already leave. I´ll follow you later.”, you told your friends. Hermione, who had followed your gaze, looked at you with a worried expression on her face.

“Are you sure about that? Or do you want me to wait?”

“Don’t worry. I just want to ask him something really quick.” You gave your friend a soothing smile and walked up to Draco. When he saw you coming, he smiled at you. His friends crossed their arms in front of their chests as you reached them and gave you a deadly glance. But you just ignored them. Your gaze was fixed on Draco.

“Hey.”

His smile only grew wider and so did yours.

“Hey.”

You stood for a moment in awkward silence, before you cleared your throat.

“I… I just wanted to ask you about your sweater. I´m gonna wash it this noon. I could give it back to you at dinner if you want me to.” Even though you would have loved to keep it as a memory of your night in the forest, you knew it was probably best to get rid of it as soon as possible.

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be great. But you don’t have to rush. Just take your time and give it back to me whenever you want.” Draco blushed slightly as he talked to you, but maybe you just imagined it.

“Okay. Great. Well, see you then I guess.”

“Yeah, see you around.”

You lingered in your place for a few more seconds, before you turned around and left. You cursed yourself for not being able to say something cooler to him. But it could have been worse. At least he didn’t seem to want to ignore what had happened. Or maybe he just wanted his sweater back.

And just as you walked around the next corner, you could hear the voice of Crabbe -or Goyle, you weren’t quite sure about that- say, in a confused tone: “Why does she have your sweater?”

When you walked into the Great Hall again this evening with the green sweater under your arm, you spotted Draco already sitting on the Slytherin table with his friends. You had hoped to catch him before he would sit down, but somehow you had been late this evening once again. And now you would have to deal with the consequences. You took a deep breath before you walked up to the blond boy.

When you had reached the table, everyone fell silent and stared at you. Draco turned around and smiled at you warmly. You could feel your cheeks burning and your heart beating fast, not only due to the unwanted attention of the other Slytherins.

“Thanks for letting me borrow it.” You smiled shyly at Draco as you handed him the sweater. When he took it from you, his hands slightly brushed over yours, sending chills down your spine.

“Any time darling.”, he said and winked at you. Your face only reddened more in response.

“Okay. Well, that’s it, I guess. And thanks again.”, you stuttered and turned around, once again cursing you for your nervousness ruining your language.

“So you´re the girl Draco spent his night with?”, you heard a voice. You turned around and looked at the tall boy with high cheekbones. Blaise Zabini was his name. His face looked slightly arrogant even though he grinned at you.

“Shut it Zabini!”, Draco hissed as his ears turned pink.

“Just saying.”, the boy grinned. “The two of you. Alone in the woods…”

“I told you nothing happened.”, Draco snapped.

Zabini just shrugged his shoulders as he eyed you. “Couldn’t blame you. You were right, she´s actually very cute.”

You weren’t sure which face had a darker shade of red, Draco´s or yours.

“Okay, ahem I think I´ll leave you alone again. Bye Draco.”, you mumbled before you turned around and went back to your friends, definitely overstrained with the situation. But you couldn’t help but smile. Draco thought you were cute. He had talked about you with his friends. Telling them you were cute. And because the butterflies in your stomach fluttered way too loud, you missed Draco threatening his friend to hex him if he would say something like this ever again.

When you sat down next to your friends and looked over at Draco, you caught him staring at you, blushing and throwing you a small smile when he caught your gaze. You smiled at him just as well.

Over the next few weeks, it went on and on like this. Draco and you had barely talked to each other, but whenever you saw him somewhere, he threw you a sweet smile and you smiled back at him, which made his face only light up more. Your friends, as well as Draco´s, were by now annoyed by your behaviour. Because whenever Draco was around, you lost your focus and spent your time staring at him and stealing some secret glances. And when he wasn’t around, you kept on talking about him, wondering why you felt the way you felt, not willing to admit yet, that you were falling for the boy head over heels. Little did you know, Draco felt just the same.

“Well, then just go and talk to him.”, Harry said as you once again complained about your strange feelings. Even though Harry had never liked Draco and still didn’t, he had to admit that it was kind of cute when he saw you staring at each other when you thought no one else noticed. But that he was one of the people who had to pay for it annoyed him very much. And since he had no clue about the emotional states of a girl, he didn’t take it seriously. Ron was just the same, but Hermione really tried her best to help you. But since you didn’t exactly know what you felt yourself, even Hermione struggled to help you. She thought, just like Harry, that it might be a good idea to talk to Draco, even though she didn’t actually like the idea of her best friend spending time with that boy. But when she saw the way you looked at him, she knew it was already too late to talk you out of this. And that’s why she needed a plan. And since she was Hermione Granger, she came up with one.

“(Y/n), I need to tell you something.”, Hermione whispered to you in one of your rare afternoon classes.

“What is it?”, you asked in a low voice, but Hermione just shook her head.

“After dinner, down by the lake, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You hadn’t seen Hermione at dinner. And after what she had told you in class, you were slightly worried, even though Ron told you, that she was just fine, but as he wanted to add something he earned a warning glance from Harry, which you missed, because you watched Draco at the Slytherin table, laughing with his friends and sometimes throwing you a glance.

When you had finished your dinner, you said goodbye to the two boys and set out to the lake. The sun was already low as you reached the shore. But Hermione wasn’t there. It was just you and no one else.

After ten minutes you really started to worry about what might have happened, when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“(Y/n)?”

You turned around and saw Draco walking towards you. You felt your heart skipping a beat.

“Draco. What are you doing here?”

Draco had reached you by now and smiled down at you. You felt your face heating up as you smiled back.

“Blaise told me he wanted to meet me here after dinner. Have you seen him?”

You shook your head.

“No. But have you seen Hermione? She told me just the same.”

That´s when another thought came to your mind. And Draco seemed to think just the same.

“Do you think…”

“No why should they do this?”

“I don’t think Hermione and Blaise would ever plan something together, would they? I mean she is... And he is...”

“Probably not.”

“Probably just a coincidence.”

“Yeah.”

But after ten more minutes had passed, it became, in your eyes, more and more likely that your friends might have fooled you.

“But why would they do this?”, you asked Draco, who had just expressed the thought you had had.

“Well, you know, I might have annoyed Blaise the last few days a little bit.”

You looked at Draco and raised your eyebrows. “Why´s that?”

Draco looked down at his feet. “Had something on my mind lately and I think I bothered him with it sometimes.”

Now you were curious. “Do you… Do you want to talk about it?” At the very same moment, you regretted the words that came out of your mouth. Why would he want to talk about it with you?

Draco just shrugged his shoulders.

“You don’t have to.”, you added quickly, interpreting his reaction as a sign you might have gone too far.

“It´s just… After we served detention, I… Well, I thought about that night a lot.”

You nodded. Little did he know you did just the same.

“I… I really enjoyed spending time with you, you know?”, Draco continued, his gaze flickered up to you for a second before falling to the ground again. You could feel the butterflies somersaulting in your stomach.

“I did so too I guess.”, you admitted, while your heart pounded in your chest. Draco looked at you, pleasantly surprised.

“I didn’t think you would.”

“Why?”, you asked slightly confused. You had always thought that your strange behaviour towards him had been really obvious. And your friends had told you just the same. Or maybe he had misinterpreted this?

“Well, you gave me my sweater back as quick as possible. I thought you wanted to get rid of it. Because afterwards you never came up to me again. I… I thought you wanted to forget.”

“No! No, I don’t want to forget. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”, you said quickly. Draco looked up to you again. Hope lay within his eyes. “It´s just… You had always been with your friends. That was quite intimidating. And besides, you didn’t come up to me as well.”, you tried to explain.

“It was just the same for me. You were always with Granger or Potter. And I know they don’t like me that much…”

“Can´t blame them though.”, you teased him and Draco chuckled.

“Probably. I know sometimes I can be… Well, I guess I´ve never been that friendly towards them.”

“No, you weren’t.” Draco looked kind of hurt at your words but when he saw you still smiling at him, his face softened.

You stayed silent for a moment, before you spoke up again.

“Well, I guess we should get back then. There is nothing to do for us here, is it?”

Draco slightly shook his head, but as you turned around to leave, he stopped you.

“But now that we are here, we could also take advantage of it. If you want to, of course.”

You turned around to the boy who was still standing at the shore of the lake. The sun was already going down, covering him in a golden light. It reminded you of how beautiful he used to look back that night in the forest when the moonlight shined down on him just like the sun did now. Now and then he looked breath-taking. And you knew you had to take this chance, so you smiled at him and nodded.

“I would love to.”

You didn’t know how long you had been talking. It felt like hours, yet only like minutes. You had never felt so comfortable with anyone in your entire life. And when Draco had grabbed your hand, just like you did back then in the woods, you gladly intertwined your fingers with his and enjoyed the feeling of his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. It had by now already gotten late and it was already dark outside. That´s when you realized that you wouldn’t have that much time to get back to the castle before the curfew.

“I think we should really leave now.”, Draco mumbled. You could hear in his voice that he regretted it just as much as you did.

“Unfortunately.”, you mumbled.

Slowly, you walked back to the castle. Suddenly, Draco stopped. You did so as well, looking at him questionably.

“What is it Draco?”

“I… I just want to tell you… I really enjoyed this. I mean spending time with you.”

You smiled at him sweetly.

“I did so too. I think we have to be really thankful we have great friends.”

Draco chuckled. “Yeah, we´re really lucky.”

The two of you once again just stood there in silence. But this time, it felt much more comfortable. A cold breeze blew through the castle's ground and you shivered.

“Are you cold?”, Draco asked, when he saw your movements.

“Only a little bit. Don’t worry, you won’t have to lend me your sweater this time.”

Draco smiled as he stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your upper arms, rubbing them carefully. His hot breath hit your skin as he smiled down at you. You shivered again, this time not because of the cold but because of his closeness.

“I wouldn’t mind though. It looked better on you than on me.”

“I highly doubt that.”, you giggled. His closeness made you nervous but at the same time, you wanted to be even closer. Every centimetre that separated the two of you seemed to be too much. And Draco seemed to think just the same as he stepped even closer, his chest was now nearly touching yours. His hands wandered from your arms to your face. He tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ears before cupping your face with his large hands.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, love, do you?”

You didn’t answer as his gaze caught yours. It felt as if you were hypnotized by his grey eyes, they were all you could see right now. Draco´s gaze wandered from your eyes down to your lips and back to your eyes again.

“(Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

And since you didn’t trust your voice you just nodded.

Draco leant in, observing your reactions closely, looking for any sign of discomfort, before he closed his eyes and his lips finally touched yours.

It felt as if a firework was erupting inside of you. The feeling of his rough lips brushing against yours, in a shy, but still demanding way, let go away all the doubts you might still have had. All that mattered now were the lips of the boy in front of you, tenderly pressed against yours. It was an innocent kiss. His lips on yours, his hand cupping your face, yours placed on his chest.

When he backed up again, way too early, you looked at him starstruck. Draco looked at you precariously, not sure how to read your expression.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)? Was that okay with you?”

As a response, you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him again. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, while his hands were brushing over your back, settling down at your hips as he pulled you even closer.

When you were out of air, you pulled away again, grinning brightly at each other. In Draco´s eyes were so much admiration and love that it sent shivers down your spine. You fell for this boy more and more with every minute that passed. And he felt just the same.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you… Would you like to go on a date with me someday?”, Draco asked, his voice shaky from nervousness, afraid you might say no, even though you had kissed him not even a minute ago.

Your smile only widened at his words and you nodded eagerly.

“I would love to.”

Draco smiled and brushed with his thumb over your lips, wondering how he deserved someone like you.

But when you took a look on your watch you cursed.

“We have to hurry to be on time. Don’t want to get caught. Filch´s definitely going to give us detention.”

Draco laughed. “As if detention with me would be a bad thing.”

And oh, he was so right with that.

[potterhead2207]

Fic Recommendations Masterlist 8

Eddie Munson

@bewilderedbunny - Spooning With Eddie

@forays-into-fiction - There Will Be No Tenderness

@omenhel - Untitled

@bowerquinn - Untitled

@lucasnclair - Untitled

@choke-me-joey - Matching Tattoos

Chris Evans

@zmxchs - My Family

@f10werfae - Pretty Boy

@f10werfae - Ice Pop Baby

@reginaphalange2403 - Rekindled

@reginaphalange2403 - Untitled

@royalwriteroftheuniverse - Waking Up With Chris

@whatstruthgottodowithit - Dating Chris Evans Would Include

@hansensgirl - Like Smarty Does

@hansensgirl - Walk On The Wild Side

@hulkstacos - Spilled Juice

@cevansgoatee - Anxiety

@junipermuses - Breathless Promises

@toastedkiwi - Chris Loves His Wife

@chrisevansonly - Arlie Goes To The Paediatrician

@enchantedsoulofmine - Shower…

@enchantedsoulofmine - Irresistible Tattoos…

@ramp-it-up - Kitty Kat

@ramp-it-up - Work From Home

@ramp-it-up - It’s Over

@ramp-it-up - Warm You Up

@ramp-it-up - Mountaintop

@ramp-it-up - Untitled

@ramp-it-up - Peek

@ramp-it-up - Easy

@labella420 - Forget Me Not

@labella420 - Steam

@labella420 - Savor

@labella420 - Concealed Courtship

@labella420 - Perfect Ending

@labella420 - Squirm

@labella420 - When You’re Ready

@labella420 - Steps

@labella420 - Miss Me

@labella420 - Quick & Quiet

Lloyd Hansen

@imaginedreamwrite - Untitled

@imaginedreamwrite - Untitled

@imaginedreamwrite - Untitled

Ransom Drysdale

@imaginedreamwrite - Untitled

@gummydummy19 - Dry Humping

@mavsstar - Oh Brother

@littlelioncub43 - Untitled

Andy Barber

@imaginedreamwrite - Untitled

Ari Levinson

@littlebabyyd0ll - Sleepy Morning

Evanstan

@labella420 - Take A Peek

[robynlilyblack]

Robbies 2k Celebration

I can't believe there are 2k of you! I also can't thank everyone that's ever interacted with my work enough xx I'm so happy to have this little community ♡

I will be doing a Halloween event so if you have any horror/Halloween asks you can hold on them and send them in then or feel free to send them now and I will save them for that xx

!Celebration will last until Monday the 10th of October! Closed x

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As usual I completely winged this but I am super excited for it xx

I didn't hear a single word you said - Send me a situation along with a character and I’ll write a lil blurb (eg. remus lupin x shy! fem! reader first kiss)

But the years have been long and you have taught me well to hide away - Send me a prompt along with a character and I’ll write a lil blurb (e.g. “The kitchen is sort of on fire…” with James Potter)

The things that I believed in you have taught me to call them all escapes - Send me a character and an AU and I will write a lil blurb (eg. rockstar! sirius x shy! bartender reader)

I know who you are now - (Taglist Only) I am terrible with ships unless I draw them so give me a ship with or without a situation in mind and I will draw them. These ships can be any you want! (this will take a while obvs but I really wanna draw more ships. Bare in mine I'm best with Harry Potter and marauders but if anyone asked for steddie I wouldn't complain x)

Steadily becoming what I hate - Send me a head-cannon you have about a certain character or characters and I will tell you one of mine as well x

I know who I am now and all that you made me - games! I have no idea what most are so please explain them to me! (eg. this or that) 

And I name you my enemy - Free pass to ask me anything, from writing, to my life to something completly random

Taglist under the line:

Thank you to all of you for being so nice and giving so much support xx people usually tag their mutuals in this but I’ve also tagged those that I’ve noticed that always say such sweet things and are lovely people ♡

@ell0ra-br3kk3r @masivechaos @wolfstardaughter-jj @dont-blame-me-09 @gisellatorres13 @getawayfrommewerewolf @luveline @moonagedaydreamx @achromaticerebus @maralisa124 @shyposttree @zmxchs @heart-35 @itsactuallysrmm @acupnoodle @giulia-malfoy + anon Alex

[strawberrysodaslut]

Let’s Play the Sims - 1000 Follower Celebration [ closed ]

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First and foremost, I wanna thank everyone who has read, liked, reblogged and followed any of my work, the support has been overwhelming and I am so grateful for it.

For this celebration, I wanted to base it on a game Ive been playing since 2012- or at least, a series of games. The Sims has been a huge part of my life and thought it would be fun to base this celebration on that.

I wanted to do a mix of writing and just some other fun “games”, so I tried to do different stuff based on the game modes.

I’m gonna be focusing on this celebration, so if you currently have a request, I’m gonna wait to finish after this celebration is over so I don’t get too overwhelmed.

Before you request anything, please read my boundaries and character list, if you request anything that goes against my boundaries, i’m going to delete the request.

this celebration is open to anyone! you don’t have to be following, a mutual, or even have read my work to participate.

there is also no limit to how much you can request, but please don’t attack me if it takes a bit to get to yours, I promise i’ll do my best to do as many as soon as possible, without compromising my mental health.

with all that out of the way… it’s time to open up the game!

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Create-a-Sim 👀

traits 🧠 // send me five traits about you (they dont have to be sims themed) and fandom and your sexuality and ill tell you who i ship you with! [im closing this one because it became really tedious to do, if you have one req already that will be completed, but any new ones will be ignored }

style 👗 // give me 5 emojis and i’ll make an outfit moodboard out of it

likes & dislikes 🤔 // send me three likes and three dislikes and a fandom and i’ll say who your sworn enemy will be

Build/Buy 💰

interior design 🌷 // send me 5 emojis and i’ll make a collage based on them

foundation 🏠 // send me a headcannon from any character on my list and i’ll do my best to expand upon it, they can be from any genre

Live Mode 🌏

grim reaper 💀 // send me an angst scenario with any character on my list, [ e.g. Sirius Black cheating ]

woohoo 🥵 // send me a smutty scenario from any character on my list [ e.g. car sex with Steve Harrington ]

tragic clown 🤡 // send me an AU from any genre with any character on my list [ e.g. modern au with Eddie Munson ]

freezer bunny 🐰 // send me a fluffy scenario with any character on my list [ e.g. taking care of Remus Lupin post full-moon ]

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tagging moots:

@ivegot4gcses @omenhel @enamorededdie @crybabyddl @lazydreamer19 @andvys @misaverawrites @mystic-writing @ykyouluvme @hellatrashdontask @irissa @f4wnette @s0urfairies

@zmxchs @starstruckwillows @yoooespinosa @suckerforstiles @getawayfrommewerewolf @wherearemypeaches @o-rion-sta-r @dracoslittlesunflower @n0agranger @floralpedestal @garfieldsladybird @phuckinphia @morwap

@fairydxll @beaucherie @natti-ice @mrtonystark @the-a-word-2214 @regulusblackcore @prfctlywr0ng @honeymunson

@punkprongs @chaoticvigilantes @whynot-tryit @sunshinexhotchner @takecareluv

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[morwap]

Hi i am new to tumblr and absolutely love your writing

Do you have any recs for people I could follow/become moots with?

- ✨

hiii baby! literally everyone i interact with is so sweet and would love new mutuals and stuff so don’t be afraid to follow them but i’ll list a few

@jamespottersmommy @my-my-only-angel @zmxchs @one-direction-harry-potter1 @beaucherie @natti-ice @n0agranger @nevilleismywhore @moonlitmayfield

[thehalfbloodedwitch]

Harry Potter Taglist

This is the taglist for the Hp fandom, if you want to be added to the taglist then click here

Note- If you are being tagged for more than 1 character I have written your url with the wrong spelling to prevent your url from being tagged twice.

✿ Draco Malfoy

@miss-celestial-being @itchywitch33 @blackthunder137 @nicofiliac @roguecheneyswife @dracoslittlesunflower @slythermuf @cait2212 @crisppudge @draco-spencers-girl @tsukibaby1 @dracoslittleangel @enchantedforever @zmxchs @tinafuentes

✿ Harry Potter

@blackthuner137 @spring-picnics @zmxc

✿ Ron Weasley

@blackthuder137 @spring-picni

✿ Neville Longbottom

@miss-celestial-eing @itchywith33 @blackthunder13 @spring-picnins @dracoslttlesunflower

✿ Newt Scamander

@miss-celstial-being @blackthuner137 @nicofiiac @spring-picnis @cait221

✿ Mattheo Riddle

@miss-celestialbeing @blackthunde137 @nicofilac @spring-picnc @cait221 @mishtayrulz

Now, these are the characters I might write, I will try my best to write on them as you guys have requested for them, but let's see.

✿ Fred Weasley

@pottahisotasf @spring-pcnic @cait221 @zmxc

✿ George Weasley

@miss-celestialbeing @cait221

✿ Cedric Diggory

@spring-picni

✿ Blaise Zabini

@miss-celestial-beig @nicofili @spring-picnis @cait221

✿ Theodore Nott

@cait221 @nicoiliac @one-direction-harry-potter1

✿ Hermione Granger

@miss-celestial-bein

✿ Pansy Parkinson

@miss-celestial-bein

If you want to be deleted from any of these characters' taglists send in an ask or message me privately.

[zmxchs]

Go ahead im bored and working on kinktober an doing a at home quiz

Tag list

@morwap @omenhel

𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

1. what’s your aesthetic?

2. what languages do you speak?

3. your most essential makeup product/piece of clothing?

4. what’s the closest you’ve come to dying?

5. is there an afterlife?

6. signature/favourite scent?

7. current obsession?

8. describe your taste in music?

9. who do you love the most in this world?

10. one secret about yourself?

11. what’s your drüg of choice?

12. if capitalism wasn’t what controls our world, what would you spend your days doing?

13. your sexuality? describe your type?

14. describe your tattoos/ones you want to have?

15. a story of a teenage wild night?

16. are you religious or spiritual?

17. your favourite book(s)?

18. what do you daydream about?

19. how’s your relationship with your parents? any siblings?

20. do you paint your nails?

21. your biggest heartbreak?

22. diagnosed with anything?

23. a story from your childhood?

24. favourite supernatural being?

25. the story behind a scar of yours?

26. do you hate someone?

27. how do you think you’ll die?

[zmxchs]

Like a Father - lin manuel miranda

Father figure!Lin x underage!reader

Fluff ☁️

Trigger: Anxiety; abusive parents

The cool evening air kissed your skin as you walked down the steps of the theater, the echo of applause still ringing in your ears. You had just seen Lin-Manuel Miranda’s latest Broadway performance, and though you’d seen him perform before, tonight was different. There was something about his words, his energy, that had resonated deep within you. It was like you could feel every emotion from the stage wrap around your heart, and for the first time in a long while, you felt... understood. Even in a room full of strangers, you had felt less alone.

As you made your way toward the exit, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Your heart sank as you saw the name flash across the screen—another text from home. You almost didn’t want to open it. The familiar knot of anxiety gripped your chest. You quickly put it back in your pocket and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling.

But the feeling didn't go away. It rarely did. It was always there, just beneath the surface, waiting for a moment to remind you of everything you were trying to escape.

Before you knew it, you were outside the theater, trying to make your way through the crowd of excited theatergoers. The bright lights, the bustling people, all of it felt so overwhelming. You didn’t know why you had come here alone—maybe to find some peace, maybe to escape—but it only seemed to amplify the suffocating feeling.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You stopped in your tracks, heart skipping a beat at the sound of the voice. You turned, and your breath caught in your throat.

Lin-Manuel Miranda was standing in front of you, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. It took you a moment to process what was happening. You had seen him on stage, in interviews, even on TV, but never like this. He was just... here. In front of you.

“Are you—are you talking to me?” you stammered, unsure if this was real.

Lin chuckled softly, the sound warm and inviting. “Yeah, I’m talking to you. You look like you could use a friend.” He took a step closer, his gaze gentle, like he was trying to see past the walls you had built up. “I’m Lin, by the way.”

You blinked, still processing the reality of the situation. “I—yeah, I know who you are.”

“Good,” he said with a smile. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but you looked... well, you didn’t look like you were having the best time out here. You okay?”

His concern caught you off guard, and for a second, you didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t want to make a scene, didn’t want to explain everything that had been weighing on your mind, but the rawness of his sincerity made it hard to hide.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, though it wasn’t true. The words felt like an automatic response, a defense mechanism to avoid showing how fragile you really felt.

Lin, however, didn’t let it go. “You sure? Because it seems like you’re carrying a lot.” His tone was gentle, but firm, like he wasn’t going to let you pretend it wasn’t there.

You looked up at him, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself drop the act. You didn’t know why, but something about Lin’s presence made you feel like you could trust him. Maybe it was because you had seen how much of himself he put into his work, how he wore his heart on his sleeve. Or maybe it was because, in that moment, you just needed someone to see you.

“I just... it’s hard sometimes,” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “I don’t know if I’m enough for everyone. I try, but it feels like I’m always failing.”

Lin’s expression softened, and before you knew it, he was stepping closer to you, a comforting, understanding smile playing on his lips. “I get that,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “You know, when I was younger, I used to feel that way too. Like I wasn’t enough. Like I wasn’t doing enough for the people around me. But you know what I learned?”

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

“You don’t have to be everything for everyone,” he continued, his words full of the same honesty that you had heard on stage, but now they felt personal. “You’re enough just as you are. You’re allowed to have bad days, to feel overwhelmed. But it doesn’t mean you’re failing. It just means you’re human.”

His words struck deep. For the first time in ages, you felt like you weren’t alone in how you felt. Like someone understood the weight that was constantly pressing on your chest, the anxiety, the fear. Lin had somehow pierced through all the barriers you had built, and you found yourself breathing a little easier.

“Thank you,” you whispered, not quite believing you were having this conversation with Lin-Manuel Miranda, but feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

Lin gave you a small nod, his expression soft. “Anytime, kid. Anytime. You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m just a message away. I don’t have all the answers, but I’ll listen. And sometimes, that’s enough.”

You smiled, genuinely, for the first time that evening. “I’ll remember that.”

Weeks later, after your impromptu encounter outside the theater, you found yourself reaching out to Lin in a moment of crisis. The anxiety had built up, and the stress of home—of everything—was too much to bear. You didn’t know who else to turn to, but the memory of his kindness stayed with you.

He responded almost immediately.

Lin: “Hey. I’m here. Let’s talk whenever you’re ready. Don’t do this alone.”

And so you did. You talked. You shared the weight of your struggles, the pain of your home life, the way it all felt too much at times. Lin never judged. He didn’t try to fix you. He just listened, really listened, as if your pain mattered. Every message from him was like a lifeline, a reminder that you didn’t have to do it all on your own.

As the weeks turned into months, your bond deepened. Lin became a steady presence in your life, offering guidance, humor, and above all, understanding. The anxiety, though it still lingered, felt more manageable with his support. You learned to breathe through it, to take it one moment at a time. And though he was thousands of miles away, his words still felt like a safe space.

One evening, you reached out again, but this time, you weren’t alone. Lin had invited you to visit him after one of his Broadway shows. And when you stepped into the backstage area, your nerves flared. But there he was, standing in front of you, that same comforting smile lighting up his face.

“Hey, kid,” he said warmly. “You good?”

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you walked toward him. This time, you didn’t have to hide. Lin was right there, your father figure in all the ways that mattered, helping you navigate a world that so often felt overwhelming.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice steadier. “I’m okay. I think I’m gonna be okay.”

And for the first time in a long time, you truly believed it.

[fuckmymunson]

Thanks for the tag princess 💛. This whore is me—

No pressure tags! 💌 @sw34terw34ther @zmxchs <33

tag game!

thank you so much for the tag @thesluttyarchivist !! 💌

game— make yourself using this picrew and what you envision when you read reader insert fics!

absolutely no pressure tags! <3

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[zmxchs]

Boss || D.L

Summary: Draco is the head Healer at St Mungo's. You are the new Mediwitch that Draco can not help but slowly fall for you. You being oblivious to it all. -Both characters are 23 years old. Astoria is affected by the blood curse much earlier in her life. -

Part 1

Part 2-

The following morning, you woke up to a bright, crisp Saturday, with the sun casting golden rays through your window. You had spent the night mulling over Draco’s invitation, unsure of what to expect at his son’s birthday party. Draco had always been an enigma—charming, distant, and effortlessly elegant—but this was a new side of him, one that made your stomach flutter in ways you couldn’t quite explain.

You spent the morning getting ready, taking extra care with your appearance. It was just a casual party, but something about it felt… significant. After all, this was Draco Malfoy, the man who was both your boss and someone you found yourself increasingly drawn to. You pulled on a light dress that hugged your figure just enough to feel comfortable but still polished. When you finished your makeup and hair, you stared at your reflection for a moment, wondering if you were doing this for Draco or for yourself.

The party was being held at his home, not far from the hospital. You arrived a few minutes before two, uncertain of the atmosphere you’d find inside. Draco had mentioned it would be small, but you weren’t sure how small. You couldn’t shake the nervousness swirling in your stomach.

When you approached the large, elegant manor, you couldn’t help but be taken aback by the grandeur. The Malfoy estate had always been impressive, but seeing it from this angle, with the flowers blooming and the warm air, made it feel more inviting than it ever had before. The house was bustling with life—voices, laughter, and the sounds of children playing echoing from inside.

You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, trying to calm your racing heart. The door opened almost immediately, revealing a house-elf with a broad smile.

“Miss Y/N, welcome! Master Draco is expecting you,” the elf said kindly, ushering you inside.

You stepped into the foyer, your eyes taking in the tasteful décor. There were banners hanging with images of dragons and magical creatures, and tables laden with snacks and treats for the children. The place felt festive, but still maintained that signature Malfoy elegance.

“Y/N! You made it!” Draco’s voice rang out, and you turned to find him standing at the top of the staircase, a warm, welcoming smile on his face.

He looked effortlessly put together, as always. His white shirt was crisp, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his gray trousers fit him perfectly. His platinum blonde hair was just slightly tousled, adding to his charm. You couldn’t help but notice how different he seemed from the Draco you had known in school—more grounded, more approachable. And yet, that same quiet intensity was still there.

“Of course I did,” you replied, your voice a little more playful than you intended. “How could I resist free food and a birthday party?”

Draco chuckled softly, stepping down the stairs to greet you properly. He seemed relaxed, but there was a certain edge to him today—his attention to detail was sharp as ever, and it was clear he was keeping a close eye on everything.

“I’m glad you could make it,” he said, his voice softer now, though there was still that authoritative tone in it. “Scorpius is in the garden. He’s been asking for you since I told him you were coming.”

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Me? He barely knows me.”

Draco’s grin widened. “He’s heard plenty about you. I may have mentioned the lovely MediWitch who works with me at St Mungo’s. He’s been excited ever since.”

Before you could respond, a small voice broke through the air.

“Daddy! Daddy !” a child’s voice called from the garden, followed by the patter of little feet.

You turned just in time to see a small, blonde boy running toward you. He looked to be about five, just as Draco had mentioned. His bright, curious eyes locked onto yours, and his face broke into a wide grin.

“You must be Y/N!” the boy said enthusiastically, his little hands reaching up toward you. “Daddy says you’re a healer! Can you heal my dragon?”

Draco laughed softly at his son’s exuberance and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “This is Scorpius, my little troublemaker.”

“Scorpius, this is Y/N,” Draco added, his voice warm. “She’s a very talented MediWitch.”

You knelt down to the boy’s level, offering a smile. “Well, Scorpius, I’d be happy to try and heal your dragon if you can show me where he is.”

Scorpius squealed with delight, pulling you by the hand toward the garden, where a small wooden playhouse had been converted into a “dragon’s lair.” The garden was alive with the chatter of children, running and playing. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it. There was something incredibly pure and joyful about children, and Scorpius seemed to embody that spirit.

You spent the next few hours mingling with the other guests, which included a few familiar faces from your time at Hogwarts. You had never been part of Draco’s close circle, but you recognized some of the people he interacted with—a few former Slytherins and acquaintances from high society. As you mingled with the adults, Draco remained by your side, always keeping the conversation light but meaningful. He never strayed too far from you, often guiding you from one conversation to another.

At some point, the small party was treated to a delicious feast, complete with a large birthday cake for Scorpius. The little boy was overjoyed, practically bouncing in his seat, eagerly awaiting his turn to blow out the candles.

When the cake was finally served, Draco’s gaze lingered on you for just a second longer than necessary as you took your slice. It was subtle, but you couldn’t help but notice. There was something in his eyes—a warmth, a flicker of something more than the professional distance you had maintained in the workplace. You couldn’t decipher it fully, but it was enough to make your heart flutter.

After dessert, the children ran off to play with their new toys, and the adults started to gather in the living room, talking quietly amongst themselves. You found yourself standing near the window, enjoying the view of the stars beginning to emerge in the evening sky.

Draco appeared at your side, his presence comforting yet stirring in ways you hadn’t expected. “I’m glad you came,” he said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of more than just the words.

You met his gaze, unsure of how to respond. “It’s been… fun,” you said, the words almost feeling inadequate for the emotions swirling in your chest.

Draco’s lips twitched into a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Maybe next time, you’ll come for the fun and not just the free food.”

You chuckled, feeling the tension between you both ease. “Maybe,” you replied softly.

For a moment, there was silence, comfortable and full of unspoken understanding. It wasn’t until Draco glanced at his watch that he spoke again.

“Thank you for coming, Y/N. It means a lot to both Scorpius and me.”

You looked up at him, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. “It was my pleasure, Draco. Really.”

And with that, you both stood there, quietly watching the party continue around you, knowing that something between you had shifted—though neither of you could quite name it yet.

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Hey everyone! I know it’s been a long time but im back for how long im not exactly sure. But I have updated some stories on my wattpad and I would appreciate if you guys go and check them out! And I was thinking of also posting my stories from there on here, if that’s something you guys think I should do please let me know! Send in new requests and I will definitely get to them!

Wattpad: zmxchs

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I loved your other smut so much! I was hoping if I can request another with Carlisle with overstimulation? If that's ok!

Too Much

ofc here you go love sorry it took so long

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, Overstim, oral (female receiving)

Request: Yes ^^ @lillybearblog

Word Count: 263

Carlisle just couldn't stop. He never grasped to the concept of ‘too much’ when it came to you, he was addicted. 

He has you tied on your shared bed bed with a vibrator strapped to your clit. He is sitting on to small couch on the other side of the bed stroking his fat cock, watching you squirm and convulse at the stimulation. From your angle you can see his red tip dripping of pre-cum and the veins of his cock popping out.

This was going on for hours, turning up the vibrator whenever he feels like it. 

“feel good?” he crouches beside you on the bed, patting your hair lovingly as if your whole body isn’t twitching beneath him.

“no more, baby. can’t take it.” you moan and writhe but he looks at you and can’t help but think how silly you are. he decides right then and there, cock on hand, that he wouldn’t even dream of stopping. 

“not today, princess. maybe tomorrow?” he plays with your hair again, his occupied hand running up and down his cock slowly as he listens to your desperate pleas. 

“what? no, no, please? i’ve had enough,” your hips buck as you round another orgasm. you swear you’ve been cumming all day. and perhaps you have, you have no other way to tell. 

he doesn’t dignify you with a response. instead, he smashes the vibe into you harder and no matter how hard you buck your hips, the pressure stays. it stays and stays and stays.  but maybe after just one more he’ll stop. right?

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sorry it was so short. feeback?