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zeldasnotes · 11 months

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𝔓𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰

Cancer Rising can have the iris close to the inner corner of the eye.

Lilith in the 2nd house makes the face very sexy while Lilith in the 1st house makes the body sexy.

Capricorn Risings have the corner of the lips pointing downwards. Their appearance can sometimes give the impression of being dissatisfied unless they have strong Venus influence.

Taurus Mars usually have gorgeous skin. They look smooth almost like they have been airbrushed. Also a natural sensuality to them.

Gemini and Sagittarius Risings looks so good in glasses and bangs.

I know Ive said it a thousand times but Lilith Square Ascendant gives such an intimidating look. Think a naked person in a haunted house. Lol thats how I describe this placement.

Mars in the 1st house can give very noticeable hair, but I also noticed it can give someone drier hair even if nobody in the family got dry hair.

People with Lilith in the 4th house/Cancer might want a boobjob. They can be very insecure about their breasts.

Mars conjunct Midheaven can give very strong bone structure, for example Angelina Jolie.

Ptah(5011) conjunct Ascendant gives a beautiful face. Ptah was even called ”Ptah the beautiful face” or ”Benevolent of face”.

Libra Rising/Venus in the 1st or 2nd house can give a very prominent cupids bow.

A lot of Aries Risings have a widows peak.

A lot of Aries Risings also have a shape to the nose and eyebrows that makes them look like the symbol of Aries.

People with Neptune aspecting personal planets look like someone sprayed glow mist on them. A natural glow to the skin almost like a filter.

A lot of Scorpio Risings have a very square nose for example Justin Bieber.

Cancer Risings can have a sneaky, shifty look to the eyes. Especially those with the rounder face. Those with the oblong face usually have a more innocent look.

Cancer and Taurus Risings can have a deer look with very round eyes and long eyelashes.

10th house and Capricorn placements might have teeth that stands out, very likely to have braces at some point in their life.

Scorpio Rising can give very pointy eyebrows that looks naturally plucked.

Scorpio placements can also create a lot of shadows in the face making the face more mysterious. Especially around the eyes.

Libra Risings/Venus 1st house can have a mouth thats always slightly open or the corner of the mouth point upwards so that it looks like they are always smiling.

Scorpio Placements have a hard time with scarhealing. If they get a scar from an accident or acne it can stay for the rest of their lives unless they treat it. Thats also why they are so vindictive lol, even their physical body gets over stuff slowly.

Dainty(9758) conjunct Ascendant makes someone look delicate. Can also make someone look petite.

Ive seen a lot of Cancer Risings have a mole near the nasolabial fold.

Virgo Risings have a ”out of this world” beauty too just like Pisces Risings.

Virgo & Capricorn influence can make someone very petite.

Lilith 2nd house have very beautiful and attractive lips. Can have a beautiful shape and a darker tone to the lips almost like they have lipstick or lipliner.

Aquarius Risings have such beautiful arms and legs.

Venus 8th house have nice ”holes” so their reproductive organs, anus, lips, nosestrils and eyes are good looking.

Aphrodite(1388) conjunct Mars can give really long eyelashes. For example Tupac who got this placement.

Leo Risings have this naughty look almost like they are slightly laughing at you.

Capricorn Risings get pigment spots very easily. They have very sensitive skin.

People with strong Neptune influence can have bigger eyelids that cover half of their eye. Depends on cultural background too ofc. For example Marilyn Monroe who got Neptune in the 1st house and her famous half closed eyes look.

Venus 1st house people usually have a beauty mark somewhere, for example beyonce who have it beside one of her eyebrows. My sister with Venus in the 1st house have the exact same one.

Jupiter in the 1st house can give a curved body shape no matter how skinny you are you look curvy.

Ceres 1st house, Virgo Rising and Cancer Risings can have a protruding belly.

Ceres 1st house can also make someone look very plump and cute like Marilyn Monroe.

Capricorn placements have hair that looks styled even if its not. Ive noticed that with so many Cap Sun. Even if they dont give a shit about their hair it looks like they had a professional cut. Same with Cap men and their beard.

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nhularin · 8 months

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ENOUGH FOR YOU

PAIRING popular bf! sunghoon x f!reader GENRE angst no comfort, childhood friends to lovers to exes, highschool AU WARNING wonyoung hating sunghoon XTRA not as angsty as my other drabbles but..., not proofread, probably some grammar mistakes WC 1.3k series masterlist

june 2nd, 2002

"stop moping around and eat your sandwich"

wonyoung snickered, mac and cheese muffling her voice as your head laid restlessly on the metal ( probably dirty and oily) cafeteria table.

"like seriously, its been five days since he last messaged you. i always knew he was a jerk, pretty privilege is real! hes nothing but a ken doll with the way his words are filled with nonsense"

"leave him alone" you groaned, head still down, you could practically feel the acne screaming from underneath your skin "hes a nice guy, probably just busy"

"busy my ass, dont you see the way he literally follows that loser group like an overgrown chihuahua? if he can make time to buy booze for a bunch of 17 year olds then he can for sure make time for his amazing, smart and pretty girlfriend" wonyoung rolled her eyes as she stuffed bland coleslaw in her mouth

you looked up, dark bags adoring your face, you had been in a relationship with sunghoon since your freshman year. as children, you both had been inseparable ever since you moved to salt lake city, your bond growing stronger with each passing year. but now, as juniors, things felt different. he had recently joined the popular crowd, the same crowd you both used to talk shit about in between classes, and friday nights had become synonymous with parties and new faces.

tried so hard to be everything that you liked

the change had been gradual at first, but you couldn't help but notice how sunghoon had become the center of attention, attracting the gazes of both girls and sweaty boys alike. his charismatic smile and magnetic personality drew people towards him like moths to a flame, leaving you feeling like a mere extra and shadow in his presence.

but it was the encounters with the prettier, more popular girls that cut you to the core. you couldn't help but compare yourself to them, questioning if you were really deserving for sunghoon. the doubts grew louder with each unanswered message, as sunghoon seemed to drift further away.

you only sighed

"lets get this over with. you, pretty girl, find your ogre looking piece of shit of a boyfriend and im gonna stay at the entrance" wonyoung ordered sternly, her voice growing darker as she described your boyfriend

unable to bear the weight of uncertainty any longer and seeing you drown in the growing pool of self pity, wonyoung suggested going to the party where sunghoon tweeted where he was going to be at. maybe seeing him in person would provide some clarity. and so, you found yourself at the heart of the celebration, searching for a glimpse of the person who held your heart.

the night was filled with laughter and music as you stood in the midst of the crowded party. but amidst the lively atmosphere, a heavy sense of unease settled in your heart. you couldn't help but feel like a walking shell of sadness with the absence and lack of your boyfriend's warmth, your messages left unanswered for days dont make your overthinking self feel better either. the persistent doubt gnawed like an aggressive parasite in your mind, making you question if you were truly enough for him.

you found someone more exciting the next second, you were gone

it didn't take long for your eyes to land on him. sunghoon stood near the punch bowl, a radiant smile on his face as he engaged in a conversation with the head cheerleader joonhee. your heart sank at the sight, your fears of being replaceable seemingly coming true, his laughter and the way he touched her arm with familiarity stung deeply in your soul.

"1,2,3 breathe, 1,2,3 breathe" you whispered shakingly to yourself with closed eyes, trying to calm the storm inside of you

overwhelmed by heartache, you couldn't stand to witness any more. and so, running through the backdoor and through drunk teenagers, your breath came in ragged gasps as tears welled up slowly, refusing to fall, just like your pride. you couldn't bear to be in that suffocating environment any longer. the cool night air embraced you as you reached your car, parked in lee heeseungs empty suburb's parking lot.

as you sat in the car, your emotions overflowed, tears still threatened to fall freely as your soul filled with rage and betrayal. it was in that moment, surrounded by darkness and engulfed by doubt, that your vulnerability took hold. the floodgates of your emotions burst open, and a stream of tears cascaded down your cheeks. each tear held your deepest fears and insecurities, each sob a cry for validation and reassurance.

and you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong

"fucking shit" you sighed as incoming calls of wonyoung flooded your notifications. "should've listened to her, huh?" humorless laughter echoed in your crammy dark dimmed toyota. the silence was unbearable, fuelling the whispers in your head that you were not enough and you havent been good enough for him for a while. that you had lost sunghoon to someone who was prettier, much more interesting than you. but deep down, a glimmer of strength began to flicker within you

"why wasn't I enough?" you whispered, the words escaping your lips like a desperate plea. in the depths of your pathetic despair, you couldn't comprehend how you had fallen short, how you had failed to capture sunghoons attention and affection.

the car's small interior offered a temporary solace, shielding you from the actions of the world outside. the emptiness of the parking lot mirrored the emptiness you felt within, making the pain that coursed through your veins grow stronger. you gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white as you tried to steady your trembling body (and if you were your friend, how you were going to run over your boyfriend)

but as the minutes ticked by, you began to actually listen to the daily "you're enough, you're enough. you deserve all the love and happiness in the world, from someone much better" mantra of your friend, realizing that your worth did not hinge on Sunghoon's approval.

you were more than just a measure of your relationship. you were a person with dreams, aspirations, and a heart that deserved to be cherished, regardless of whether it was by sunghoon or someone else.

with each tear that fell, a flicker of resilience ignited within you. screw him, you refused to let your doubts created by him define you. you refused to believe that you were not enough. slowly, you wiped away the tears, your reflection in the rearview mirror revealing tired and empty eyes

Taking a deep breath, you whispered to yourself, "I am enough, i am enough, i am enough. I am deserving of love and happiness." the words hung in the air, the words a combat fighting the doubts that had plagued your mind.

Don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?

"and i deserve if from someone who values me" your voice cracked, dried tears threatening to fall again

as you started the car, the engine's purr resonated with newfound determination. you drove away from the empty parking lot, leaving behind the doubts and heartache that had consumed you. and as you navigated the darkened streets, a flicker of hope emerged, lighting your path towards self-discovery (having a midlife crisis at the ripe age of seventeen is normal, right?) and a love that would celebrate your true worth.

'Cause someday I'll be everything to somebody else

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chiyoso · 9 months

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IMPERFECTIONS YOU LOATHE

▶PLAY. jing yuan can't wrap his head about it. who would've thought that acne will be the one to defeat you in body, and mind? it's just simply... baffling, for someone like him.

▶CONTENT. female reader, suggestive, reader is a lieutenant for jimg yuan, realistic interactions, romantic tension, subtle self insecurity, flirting, jing yuan's just confused

you were someone who worked under the arbiter general for quite a long time, you've fought a good amount of battles in your long lifespan, be it may from the corrosions of abundance, or the rare hoardes of enemies from the anti-matter legion, it didn't matter, you emerged victorious in every battle you participated in.

akin to your victories, there was this untouchable enemy that troubled you immensely today, an enemy you can never, ever beat by your skilled hand, growing and tormeting you from the inside as you look at the reflection of yourself, the negative emotions and accumulated stress, manifesting into reality, into your... flesh.

dawn in the next day, the cloud knights who fall under your command, took notice the black mouth veil along with your outfit change to fit the uncharacteristic cover over half of your face, you were beautiful nonetheless, strong in both will and physicality, but even then, no one will be able to undermine the hidden turmoil underneath your veil, your radiance, or so you internally claim.

you hear your name slip through a familiar voice during one of your training sessions with the cloud knights, looking over your shoulder to see your highly regarded general, moving towards you with his signature glaive in his hand.

“hm, you certainly never fail to continue surprising me, captain.” the general's lips grows into a faint smirk, referring to your mouth veil and complimenting outfit in contrast to your usual breezy, fit for rough sparring previously.

your relationship with the general had been proven professional with a sense of rivalry and a slight growing admiration as time continues to flow, except... today.

“general.” you greeted, arms crossed valiantly with your gaze continuing to loom over the cloud knights below, training their asses off with your eyes dead set on the field, which felt more intimidating and penetrating as it was the most visible thing from the veil you put on.

“you rang, general?” your eyes narrow slightly, only to be met with his free hand moving towards your mouth veil.

“hm.” a hum of amusement, you hear from the general, feeling the lingering curious gaze of his over your form, in a respectful way of course.

you think.

“to what pleasure do i owe from the visiting, fleeting arbitrator general of the luofu?” your tone carried a slight hint of mirroring amusement and sarcasm, earning a warm, uncommon chuckle from the general.

“captain,” his tone became lower, your gaze finally breaking from the scenery and towards the general's direction to heed his call.

tch. your honed instincts and reflexes itch, your hand suddenly grabbing his wrist, your eyes telling a thousand words not to reach out further while his only show genuine bafflement, following a curiousity after.

“i implore my general to... not do such a thing again,” you hissed, your monotonous tone slick with slight hostility and maintained professionalism.

once again?

your general, huh? his internal thoughts lingered to your words and actions, before retracting his hand from your releasing grasp.

“apologies... but,” he tilts his head to the side with that knowing, charming smile of his.

“surely you cannot blame your general for having his interests piqued today once again, hm?”

you showed annoyance, clicking your tongue with your brows furrowed during your hold on your flowing cover. “captain,” the general called your title once again, your attention caught, darting your eyes to the man nearing your veil, curious, golden irises studying you while you had a moment to yourself.

“... i don't know what you mean, general.” your voice softened, hinted with an amuse once more, feigning ignorance to the most obvious elephant in the room; your choice of attire today.

your gaze returns to the training grounds, only to be met with a strong, accursed breeze of the luofu that wavered the cover on your face, your hand immediately moving towards your mouth veil to secure any type of movement, intriguing the general further.

then with his veteran gaze, he notices it, the battle you hid across your face.

“ah,” “don't.” you immediately cut him off, tone coated with a little more hostility than before, your hands finding its way to his chest to push him away from your personal space respectfully, but he doesn't budge to your nudge, for a few long moments, the two of your eyes searched each other, one of curiousity, and the other of uncertainty.

jing yuan didn't understand one bit, he did not have a logical answer for himself as to why such a trivial thing can weaken such a strong woman who stood by beside him through countless immortal battles, countless victories, losses, it didn't make sense to the curious general as to why she would hide the missed view of her endearing— endearing?

“even the strongest of warriors... can still fall victim to nature of woman hm?” he broke the silence, stepping back from you in respect to your resistance and unwillingness of closeness.

“i-” silence. your expression was faltering from the mention of your troubles, even behind the veil you hid, your turmoil was clear.

the sounds of clashing, groans from the cloud knights, your deep, quiet breaths, and gulps only ensued, that's what you were doing for a little bit while the general only glanced back and forth towards you and the training grounds.

“cloud knights! at ease! take a break, all of you.” your powerful, commanding voice cut his train of thought, your voice ringing through the field, catching the undivided attention through the people who fall in your command, all simultaneously replying with a loud “yes captain!”

“general,” your tone of slight vulnerability in contrast to your powerful voice was met with his eyes to yours again.

“what are you here f—”

“why do you hide behind a mere cloth that hinders my ability to see you in your full glory?”

what? your thoughts raced like the strong currents in scalesgorge waterscapes, as well as feeling the warmth that you haven't felt in a long while grow within your cheeks.

“i will never understand why women fall and weaken under the natural biologies of the human body,” he said, moving towards you again, towering your form, locking his golden gaze with yours.

the two of the most strongest of figures, the highest of reputations, having a moment of uncharacteristic matured intimacy, witnessed by the strong breeze and the select few of prying eyes from the cloud knights, all witnessing his act of closeness.

“but it doesn't mean i, will feign ignorance to whatever chaos that resides within you, of course.” he tilted his body, your knuckles met his lips in a sudden motion, yet his eyes remained onto your veiled, flushing face.

“my deepest, most sincerest apologies to you for any negativity i invoked within you, my captain.”

his lips lingered to your skin, his eyes searching for any reaction, an indication to stop—but you don't retract, instead your gaze remained on his, softening with each passing second.

“stand tall, general...” you said softly, something the general hadn't heard from you for awhile, only to do your bidding with your hand still in his grasp.

“i've never heard you say my name in our time of longevity together, captain.” he chuckled, growing fonder of you, and his thumb subconsciously rubbing your flesh was proof.

you flinch in result of instinct and a sudden touch that neared your veil, but only that, he only traced his callused fingers along the laced, intricate cloth, his eyes never leaving yours in study of you with fascination and a hidden, growing admiration that even the general was unaware of.

then it happens.

your eyes linger a little too long on the features around his face, the piercing, unreadable gaze in his eyes, the texture of his fair skin, his locks that were flowing against the wind—ah, he has a beauty mark? h-

“gener—”

“jing yuan, my captain.” he insisted.

“someone of your caliber shouldn't cower away from the wrath of mother nature, you are far more superior,” he pauses, retracting his hand from the fabric, his gaze following the wind towards the training grounds, glaive downwards onto the platform where both of you stood, his hands both at the circular tip of the hilt.

“... a woman, labored with strength, hardship, and an allure, an enchantment that many fall and succumb to,” his breath got caught in his throat, perhaps realizing in this moment that he was maybe talking about himself in the last parts of his own open, honest words.

“you- you jest, gener-... jing yuan...” you mumbled, disbelief playing in your mind.

“do you know me as a jokester, valiant captain of mine?” he replies with a realization to his own words, chuckling after and, subconsciously fidgeting with his knuckles with his thumb brushing against it.

and you took notice to his mannerisms of course.

jing yuan was someone who didn't take matters such as this lightly, and you knew that full well since spending your immortality beside the general through rigorous training and honing your weapons together.

to sparring numerous times alone in one of the platforms in the divination commission.

to taking your hand in battle and performing a dance of death towards the enemies of the abundance

to claiming victory with him by your side, along with the little lieutenant yanqing and madam yukong's presence.

eons worth of defenses were being torn down in both sides unknowingly from that simple yet quite impactful act of his, but neither waver and fall weak into each others reeling gaze, standing tall and strong with radiating auras of unspoken attraction and endearment towards another, even if the circumstances were still brewing.

all was good, lasting satisfactory, fleeting moments, fleeting lonely moments, moments of tranquility and silence, days that lingered and crept up in your soul, a silence that deafened you from time to time and—“captain?” the general whispered once more of many times to regain your focus and attention to him, brushing off strands of your hair, tucked behind your ear as your irises return to the figure that towered before you.

“jing y—”

“capta—”

a fleeting silence with widened eyes followed both of your simultaneous voices, not long after sounds of genuine laughter of amusement fill the air with a strengthening admiration and sentiment to one another.

“you first, my lady.”

“i was about to say the same thing.”

“without the my lady part anyways,” you continued, bringing a hand over your veil to stifle a full chuckle.

“then,” his free hand slithered towards your lower back, making your cheeks flare up in heat as the sphere end of his glaive met your stomach lightly in a teasing manner, his lips mirroring your uncontrollable grin.

“i planned on sparring with yanqing today, but the little bird told me he had matters to tend to,” you tilt your head, interested in his actions, and where this leads.

“oh? quite unfortunate for you, general.” you mirror his tone with a little more dramatics as you place your knuckles on your forehead, your antics amusing the general further (as well as making him subconsciously smitten).

“unfortunate indeed, my lady.” he leaned closer with his signature, charming smile that was quite different, hinted with a hidden undertone of tenderness, his physique almost barely touching yours from your inviting, mischievous demeanor.

“however, you...” he lifted his arm, the sharp edge of his weapon pointed towards the training grounds, eyes determined and locked to your growing smirk.

“would you be so kind and generous to indulge your general in a spar, valiant valkyrie of the luofu?” he asked, tone coated with noticable playfulness, itching you to do the same.

“it depends general, do you promise not to slice my veil into pieces?" you mused, indulging yourself with his apparent playfulness.

"it was quite pricey you know? along with this outfit of mine of course,” you observed from his obvious gazes to your veil, your keen intuition leaving the general in his slight amazement and surprise.

“i can't even fanthom how you didn't take up the offer to be a diviner like fu xuan,” he said jokingly, lowering his glaive yet the smile only grew further on his lips.

“you read my mind as always, but can you blame your general?” his hand from your lower back moved up to touch the soft fabric of the lace that covered your face that he unknowingly longed to see.

“the darkness that looms half over of your features distracts me more than my taxing paperwork that awaits me in a later time,” he continued, his tone audibly serious this time with a slight frown forming on his face.

god.

except... the arbiter general finds himself in the same situation, subconsciously stealing glances towards you with heavy to minimal intent at times, asking for your presence through his lieutenant, sitting together at the edges of the divination commission's platform after an intense spar, sharing a glass of warm halycon milk, and the serene, comfortable silence that you two continued to share in many moments over the centuries...

“you will be the death of me, yuan.” you sigh in defeat to his enchanting words, while he only perked up to the nickname you uttered out.

it's true though, you've noticed a pattern over the years staying beside the general, you notice yourself holding back your full strength during mid sparring sessions with him to maintain a level of feminity, a feminity you yearned for since being one of the strong, leading figures along the general that you rose to with effort and relentless hardwork.

...

“apologies, i-”

the more he thinks back, the more cogs turned viciously in his mind, if the situated ordeals are with purpose, or... had everything felt natural with her since the beginning when it came to this astonishing, compelling and shining force of nature that shone over the luofu.

a prowess that—“jing yuan?” you called out again, hushed and soft, your voice carried, finally catching the attention of the man who was visibly in deep thought.

he didn't notice finger that poked his cheek lightly, accompanied with your innocent, confused look that he almost choked to in his throat.

“how about that spar, general?”

his eyes widened to your words, shortly before breaking into a wide, satisfied smirk, grabbing your hand that was near his face, continuing to hover you.

“only if you remove your veil-”

“no.”

“then i shall hold back.”

“oh? then please do my general, so i can set the stage of your devastating defeat against my blade, all for the cloud knights in the area who look up to their beloved, arbiter general of the great xianzhou luofu to bear witness to.”

he blinks to your words, two times, maybe three times, before breaking into a wide, uncontrollable grin, taking a step towards you with his head looking over yours.

“... little vixen.”

“your words, my general.”

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buckttommy · 7 days

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jack 👉👈 how do you picture their second kiss? does buck initiate it? also do you have any general lil headcanons you feel like sharing? 👉👈💞

for u, my little meerkat?? anything.

so. their second kiss. their second kiss. hmmmm. i think their second kiss is a lot more hesitant than their first kiss, like. they actually know what they are to each other now. like, their first kiss, i think, kind of came as a surprise to both of them, but this one? this one means something. they're both jumping in head-first with this kiss. so. they're hesitant, not because they're afraid but because they're exploring what it means to be this close, to feel this connected to each other. their bodies are pressed together, they're dancing (swaying) to the tune of whatever's spilling through the hospital speakers (maddie and chimney are going to get married in hospital, mark my words) and. like. neither of them smell the greatest because *gestures wildly at the bachelor party* and whatever goes on afterwards, so they haven't had time to shower. but. they're close. this is their moment. no one that they loved or cared about died and life is kind of very fucking beautiful right now.

so. their noses are brushing. their breaths are caught in their throats. and, this close, buck can see every line in tommy's face and tommy can see every one of buck's acne scars and they both think that the other has never looked so fucking perfect, so fucking beautiful as they do right now. and when their mouths meet, neither of them are surprised by how much it feels like coming home. and it shouldn't, right, like. after two dates, one ending in complete disaster, being together like this, kissing like this shouldn't feel so safe, so warm, so comforting. but it does. and they're both in SO much deeper than they ever could have imagined. none of this has gone the way either of them thought it would when chim called tommy out of the blue. but. they're here now. they're here now and everything is so good. so good that they can't imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else than right with each other and one day, after they get married, they won't have to

+ bonus headcanon just for u: lately i've been feeling particularly soft about clothes sharing and so, like, one day tommy gets hurt on the job. buck sits vigil by his bedside, of course, and. every time one of his family sees him, he's in one of tommy's jackets. or if he's not wearing one of his jackets, he's wearing one of his pairs of sweatpants, or one of his pairs of jeans, or something. sometimes the whole damn outfit is tommy's from the shirt down to the boots (cos they're roughly the same size) and. it's a little tragic. you know? it's a little tragic and a lot sad because the pants are always a little too long and the jackets are always a little too big and the clothes so clearly do not belong to him. but no one says anything. i mean, how could they? neither tommy nor buck has said anything to suggest as much, but everyone sees them when they're together. everyone sees the way they touch each other, the way they kiss, the way they interact, and they're all pretty damn sure that tommy and buck are the loves of each other's lives. so when maddie comes to sit beside him and she takes his hand in hers and leans her head on his shoulder, she doesn't make a comment about how the sleeves of tommy's jacket are pulled over buck's hands so he can rest his chin on his fist and smell the lingering scent of detergent and cologne and tommy. and like. yes it's a little sad but i just love the idea of buck finding comfort in the way his boyfriend smells and the way his clothes fit even when he's not "around."

and of course when tommy wakes up, buck offhandedly mentions that he was practically living in his clothes because he truly has no idea how deeply that knowledge just... rocks tommy to the core because, like. he's never been loved so... desperately, so earnestly before. but buck, evan, loves him like that. so after his near-death experience, he goes out and buys a shit-load of jackets and hoodies and pants and whatever and wears the hell out of them. he makes sure his clothes are always covered in his signature cologne, makes sure he "accidentally" leaves a bunch of his clothes at buck's loft just in case and. it's not much. you know? and it kind of feels like jinxing something because tommy intends to love this man for the rest of his life and he intends to live for a long time. but. it's something. he loves him and he wants evan to have a piece of him always. even if he doesn't have him. anyways yeah i'll fucking cry about it.

#SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#tv: 911 #jack answers mail #bucktommy

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yichuuonvenus · 2 months

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Pomegranate Seeds

Tom Riddle x Reader

~Description~

It’s your last year at Hogwarts and Tom wanted to celebrate with you…

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-consent, Dacryphilla, Ravenclaw reader, Innocent reader, Forced pregnancy

You looked at yourself in the mirror, slowly smoothing out the strays in your hair. You looked over to your friend, quietly snoozing without a care in the world. She was still knocked out cold from sneaking out to the astronomy tower.

You sighed a bit and walked over to her bed.

“Eva…” you called out to her.

“Eva, we have to leave soon.” You lightly shook her a bit, giggling when she shook awake.

“Is it time already?” She complained looking at the bright sky and then grumbling.

“Yes! Myrtle and Arianna already left.” You smiled at her and helped her up.

She immediately threw on her uniform and grabbed her bag. You both greeted your friends and made your way out of the common room. A few of your friends were escorting you guys down to the great hall.

As you guys neared your table you couldn’t miss a bone-chilling tingle going up your spine.

It was like something or perhaps someone was watching you.

You turned and thought nothing of it to possibly meet its owner. You frowned when you didn’t meet the gaze of what you thought was watching you.

You simply sighed and sat down, head tilting a bit to the side.

“You okay?” Eva asked. Her lips curled into a soft frown. Her eyebrows throw you a look of concern.

“Yeah… I I- I’m okay,” you quietly said.

“She’s probably already thinking about her newts,” Myrtle laughed.

You laughed too or at least tried to.

“But really what’s wrong with you?” Arianna took your hand and squeezed it slightly.

“Uh um… I’m just so upset that we all won’t be in Professor Slughorn’s club together,” you said signing a bit.

You didn’t like lying but you really were upset at that. That was the only thing your mother talked about growing up making sure you and your friends got in Slug Club.

“It’s okay… how many times do we have to tell you that,” Eva iterated.

“Yes, precisely. It wasn’t like we were going to get in anyways,” Myrtle laughed. “I’m a muggle-born, and Ari almost failed her owls.”

You joined in laughing, this time it was genuine, getting a hit from Arianna to the both of you. You still couldn’t help that twisted feeling in your stomach. The conversation lightly shifted after that. The usual small talk took place.

“Have you all heard the rumor of Minerva?” Myrtle whispered.

“No, what happened?” Eva leaned down. Trying to whisper but doing a horrible job at it. We all gathered our heads towards the middle.

“I’ve heard she turned into an animagus!” Myrtle announced making Arianna cover her mouth quickly.

“Myrtle, you can’t just yell that!” Arianna said her voice as commanding as her mother’s.

“There’s no way…” Eva said. “You have to keep a mandrake lead in your mouth for an entire month! Ugh, there’s no way I could do that.”

“I swear to you… When you’re like me you hear things in the bathroom all the time,” Myrtle said matter-of-factly. Myrtle continued to ramble about other rumors going around the school.

“Ah Myrtle’s muggle club is all here today,” a girl with blonde curly hair said.

You all looked up to find who the voice belonged to.

Olive Hornby.

A rude pure-blood from Gryffindor.

“Right, why are you even here Olive… the tables are separated by houses. Please scuttle off like the rat infestation you are,” Eva said uncaringly if Olive came from a pure-blood family.

Olive stood there for a moment mouth agape eyes wide. The rest of you snickered a bit.

“Well then… I will but not before I give a few tips for Myrtle’s terrible case of dragon pox… oh wait it’s just her acne.” She giggled before finally walking away.

“Get a life, Olive!” Eva said.

You swore you could’ve felt Eva’s anger throughout the air.

Your mind was only on Myrtle and she left before you all could even console her.

“I’ll go check on her.” Arianna rushed to follow after Myrtle.

“I’ll go too,” you say wanting nothing but to comfort your best friend.

“Hey, I got it. You guys go to class and we’ll meet up later,” Ari said half smiling and half frowning.

“Oh… alright,” you silently said. Unable to resist a frown forming.

“Hey, Myrtle is going to be okay. She’s the biggest firecracker out of all of us,” Eva laughed and you nodded your head laughing too.

You both parted ways and you felt a twinge in your gut. You hugged yourself and kept your eyes on the floor.

. . .

You walked alone to class and drifted through classes like you were running on autopilot. You couldn’t help but think about Myrtle. As much as you wanted to protect her from everything bad in the world you knew you couldn’t and that broke your heart. You loved your friends like they were your sisters.

You walked to your final class, potions.

Potions was your favorite class because of your favorite professor, Professor Slughorn. You knew that he chose favorites it was very apparent which house was his utmost favorite. He didn’t need a big sign or microphone to announce it. Most of the slug club was filled with Slytherins. It wasn’t exactly your favorite thing ever but it was just how it was.

You felt a pair of eyes on you again. You couldn’t stop but look at and this time. You found a pair of eyes. Dark blue crystals were peering into your own. You stared back not knowing when to look away. Only when he gave you a mischievous smirk did you look away.

Tom Riddle.

You didn’t really like him much. You haven’t known anything bad he’s done but you just knew. You had this feeling you couldn’t shake when you shared a room with him. You avoided him the best you could. You just didn’t trust him. Something about him just rubbing you the wrong way.

It was like you knew the secret before anyone else did. You seemed to find that you knew it was always him. That some type of trouble or problem was because of him but you could never prove it.

When you turned your head you felt arms circling you like a devil's snare. The classroom was filled with darkness and a man quietly chuckling making the pit in your stomach grow from fear. It held you everywhere almost swallowing you whole. You screamed only causing it to wrap around your neck and mouth

You could fill the life draining slowly, quietly before…

“Hey?? You okay?” Arianna asked eyebrows up and mouth pinched.

You lifted your head. Your breathing was out of control and you were shaking, sweat beads were falling from your forehead.

“No, um yes I- I’m not sure what happened?” You asked as Arianna started to fan you with her notebook.

“I don’t know if I can ever explain it. You were here and then your eyes… turned a grey color. I- I are you sure you’re alright?”

She was shaken by whatever happened you couldn’t even imagine what she saw while you were being choked.

“I- I don’t even know what happened. I was standing and then the room was dark and the-“

“Okay, class let’s begin today's lesson!” Slughorn playfully spouted.

She took your hand giving it a light squeeze letting you know everything was going to be okay. You sighed and looked up to Professor Slughorn and your mind couldn’t help but drift throughout the lesson. Especially when there was a pair of dark eyes following your every move.

. . .

“Would you care to stay behind?”

Professor Slughorn had the brightest smile on his face.

“Of course professor,” you said. You waved your goodbyes to Arianna and then made your way back to your table.

“I hope you all got my letter for the party?” Professor Slughorn stood proud.

“Yes, I did professor,” One boy said.

“I got my letter,” another one followed.

You nodded when he gestured to you.

“Good good. I hope to see you all there. Remember this is a celebration for you all!” he smiled brightly as that same dark blue-eyed boy from earlier caught his attention.

“Yes yes, you all can go.” He smiled before turning and whispering to Tom. “What do you need my boy?”

You watched as Tom’s eyes bore into yours for a moment. You held your shaky hands to your stomach trying your best to calm down.

You couldn’t be in there a second more so you immediately walked out as Tom and Slughorn talked very intently about something. Slughorn’s eyebrows furrowed when their conversation deepened.

You knew a place where you were safe, the common room. You were happy just to finally get out of the class and be with your friends.

. . .

You throw on your favorite and best dress. You loved events like these. You could finally wear whatever you wanted instead of the uniform.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror unable to tear your eyes away from yourself.

You looked gorgeous.

Eva stopped to stare at you, a smile crawling over her face.

“As pretty as a princess,” she said.

“Thank you, Eva,” you giggled. “I’m going to be back in an hour or two I’m not expecting to stay there the whole time.”

“Okay but do bring back some of the food. I hope they have crab cakes again.”

A laugh left your mouth as you agreed you’d get more crab cakes for her. You gave your goodbyes and left promptly.

Your way down was a fun task. Slughorn ensured everyone in the club had a different route to follow to get to the destination. It was designed for what that person was capable of.

You had the fun task of going through a maze. You were a pretty good navigator, already knowing where to turn before you ever got there.

You rounded another corner as a pair of trees and vines twisted to create a door. A beautifully shaped door. You went through and found a bustling party. You smiled as you found people dancing and people just talking and enjoying themselves.

You just wished your friends were here to see it.

You took a drink from a tray and started to down it before you grabbed another.

It was probably several minutes in when you found yourself in another dark room.

Stone painted the floors and walls it was covered in water. But this time you got to view yourself through the water-covered stone. You found your reflection crying as it stared at you. A pair of hands came around your reflection’s throat. You gasped as you could feel those hands around yours as well.

It felt like how you did during potions like all the life was draining from you. A pair of real hands were on top of your shoulders bringing you back from this horrible daydream.

“Are you alright?” A voice asked. A voice you knew all too well.

“I’m okay, Tom.”

You quickly moved his hands from your shoulders, like his touch was searing your skin.

Tom noticed it, his eyes slightly glinting before going back to their original soft stare with a smirk on his lips this time.

You looked away suddenly feeling like a deer caught in a headlights.

“You look beautiful.”

You were taken aback by the compliment but accepted it anyway with a thank you. You felt no need to push him away immediately.

It was still quiet for a couple of seconds before Tom spoke up yet again.

“How are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s all right,” you replied wanting to keep it short and sweet.

“Oh dear, is it not to your liking?” Tom asked his dark eyes doing that thing where they try to break you down and find out your every secret.

“Um… no it isn’t that,” you said and for some reason, you wanted to tell him why. “I just- I just wish my friends were here.”

He nodded like he was truly listening to you and for some reason you to keep going. You didn’t know why but you did.

“One of them you see has been getting bullied-“

“That muggle-born girl.”

“She’s not just a muggle-born,” you said tight-lipped. “No one understands how hard it is for her.”

“Hmm I see,” Tom replied with a nod. “Why won’t you guys tell the professors?”

“She doesn’t like it… she rather just let it be than make things worse,” you said, remembering the day that Myrtle was so upset about you guys for telling the head of Ravenclaw.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you this please.”

You couldn’t stop the shaking that filled your hands. You don’t know why you kept telling Tom everything.

“Don’t worry. It will be our little secret,” Tom whispered with a smirk.

You felt like you told him something you shouldn’t have and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for whatever the consequences will be.

. . .

“Y/n! It’s Myrtle I can’t find her anywhere,” Arianna woke you up with a harsh whisper.

“What, she never came back from the restroom?” You sleepily mumbled.

You got up rubbing your eyes a bit when Arianna also woke up Eva. You turned to the window the sun wasn’t even on the horizon yet.

“It’s Olive, I knew it. She must done something. I knew Myrtle was hiding something,” Eva shouted tears pooling in her eyes.

“Please calm down and keep quiet. We need to have level heads.” Arianna pleaded.

She gripped Eva’s hands holding them tight to her chest. Eva sighed staring at her before nodding.

“We need to be careful with the prefects and the professors. If we are caught we have to tell them immediately what happened,” Arianna stated.

You swallowed staring at the ground and nodded with Eva following suit.

“Let’s go.”

You all left the dorm, deciding to split and look at different parts of the big castle. You took to the higher level bathrooms, while Eva took to the lower levels, and Arianna the common room bathrooms.

You heard some chattering before you entered the bathroom. It was loud but not loud enough to draw attention.

You looked around and no one was patrolling this section of the castle.

You guessed it was because no one came here. As you went deeper into the bathroom there was water flooding the place. You stared at the ground wondering what transpired here. You could’ve sworn you screamed at the sight before you.

Myrtle.

Myrtle was on the ground. Lifeless eyes staring into nothing. You immediately fell to your knees. You couldn’t stop sobbing and shaking as your hands tried to touch her face. She was cold. No sight of life in her eyes at all.

“Myrtle… wake up please,” You knew deep down she wouldn’t say anything but a part of you was expecting her to say it was a prank and that she was playing.

“Please wake up,” you cried harder.

You cried for some time until you heard some pipes moving and the sounds of water flowing. You moved your eyes toward the direction of the sounds. The sinks were opened and there was a hole in the middle of them.

You shook as you walked closer. You didn’t know why or how but your body moved on its own and walked in.

You don’t remember anything after that. Only waking up to Tom inspecting you.

He smiled not one of warmth but one of triumphant.

You shook underneath his gaze unable to move or to scream. You didn’t know why or how but something in you told you he was the blame for all of this.

“What did you do to Myrtle?” You silently demanded.

Tom only smiled and looked at you with the tip of his nose.

“Nothing that she wasn’t going to already to go herself.” He said with no remorse in his eyes. “She was just a means to an end.”

You wanted to murder him right then and there. You wanted to hurt him.

“No no! How could you!?” You screamed tears threatening to fall. “You won’t get away with this.”

“I already have. What are you going to do?” He coolly replied.

You pushed him away but he didn’t budge. You scooted back and Tom just watched you. Almost like he was letting you.

You stood up and readied your wand, shaking as you held it. You were never the dueling champion it was always Eva but it wasn’t too late to try now.

“Expelliarmus!”

“Crucio!”

You both held onto your wands tightly. You knew you weren’t going to win this from the way your hands were shaking. You stood there until you weren’t. You didn’t know what happened but you fell to the floor screaming. You couldn’t even hear Tom’s laughing through the torturing. Full-on waterfalls were pouring from your eyes as your screams filled the chamber.

You didn’t realize it finally stopped until Tom was on top of you. You couldn’t even register what he was doing. Your mind was fuzzy and your brain was feeling like mush.

“You put up a good fight,” he chuckled as he threw you in your back. His eyes drifted to your face holding your jaw harshly. “You’re just too perfect to kill.”

He smiled at you as he brought his face to yours and gently licked the salty tears from your cheeks. You couldn’t stop him because you couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t do anything as he ripped the top of your night dress in half.

You would’ve sobbed if you had the chance but you couldn’t move your body, not even twitch your fingers.

His lips were on your chest. Like he wanted to savor this moment. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes but you couldn’t do anything about it. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t even do that.

The rest was a blur. All you could feel was the ripping of underwear and the smell of blood.

Your breath was knocked out of you as he shoved himself in. It unfortunately brought you back. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling from your eyes.

You wanted to scream. To scream for help. Anything. But you knew it would be useless. You were trapped down here with a monster.

“Get off,” you breathed, you truly didn’t know how your hoarse voice spoke without tearing out your vocal cords.

“And why would I do that?” He said happily. His thrusts were painful and his nails were breaking skin on your thighs. You needed something to grab onto. To ground yourself.

You felt his cheek press against your cheek. You would’ve thrown up right then and there if it wasn’t for the hand around your throat.

That’s how you figured out this wasn’t about you. It was the power he wanted. The power he held over you.

Blood joined the watery floor and surrounded you both. You didn’t know whose blood it was.

The only thing you noticed was how it egged him on. His thrusts went harder and faster as he stared at himself through the bloody reflection.

You felt his hand move up with your jaw. A kiss was pressed onto your lips. You wanted to puke. He took everything from you and he’s smiling while kissing you.

You lay there unmoving and barely breathing. You didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t fight him off. Not with the aftershocks of the cruciatus curse.

You laid there until he was done. You didn’t miss the warmth that entered your. A gasp left your mouth as he pressed himself deeper making sure to mark you from the inside out.

He pulled himself out. Admiring the work he’s done on you.

“You truly are so beautiful” was all you heard before blacking out again.

. . .

As soon as you opened your eyes you knew you weren’t at Hogwarts. You took in the sight around you. The room was in disarray. It was dusty, the ceilings were covered in spider webs, and the air was stale.

The bed you were on had almost no cushion. You tried to sit up but when you did you were pulled immediately back down. You looked up to see ropes digging into your wrists. The more you pulled the tighter they seemed to get so you quit altogether.

You wanted to cry, you didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t at Hogwarts. Your friends surely didn’t know what was going on. You were alone with nobody to help you.

That was… until you saw movement at the corner of your eye. The boy who did this all just a few steps from you.

"You're so pretty when you sleep, so peaceful."

You wanted to shout to scream but all that left your lips was, “I want to go home.”

He laughed at you like you had told the funniest joke ever.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him and yet tears still welled up in your eyes, disappointing you.

“You are home.”

You felt your hands tremble and your heart race. You were scared. You didn’t have your friends. You didn’t have your mother with you. You had no one but this monster.

He walked around the bed and held your face, lightly stroking your jaw with his thumb. In his other hand, he held something red and mushy.

“This is what you’re going to eat,” he began to explain. “Its sole purpose is to help you confine yourself to your new life.”

“H-how?”

His mouth moved close to your ear, his lips practically kissing it.

“By making everyone you’ve ever loved, seen, spoke to, forget about you.”

Your eyes went wide and your head shook.

“No… no! I’m never going to eat that you cannot force me,” you screamed. You couldn’t. There was no possibility that that was something you were going to eat.

His hand pinched your jaw and you could feel it go numb from how hard he grabbed you.

“Fortunately for you, it doesn’t work if I force you… so lucky me I got a way to sway your decide your decision.”

His hand that gripped your jaw let you go roughly. He summoned something in his hand, it was a piece of paper that you screamed at the sight of.

Your mother lay dead on the paper. Blood smeared her face and her body. It was like you were looking in a window. Everything was so clear that you could see the small birthmark on her cheek.

You sobbed loudly trying your best to come up with ways she might’ve survived. To come up with anything. You knew that it was real that that was your real mother on the paper. You couldn’t stop crying.

"Hey hey you’re alright,” he said with a smile before it disappeared entirely and he gripped your throat.

“I made my sacrifice, now it's your turn,” he said with no sympathy.

There was a moment where it was only your whimpers and sobs before Tom rolled his eyes.

“If you don’t eat it willingly I will murder the rest of your friends. What were their names again…? Eva and Amy? Oh, Arianna.”

You sobbed unable to control the tears falling.

He brought the fruit to your lips and you couldn’t avoid this. You knew only one outcome was going to happen—one where Tom wins. You sobbed harder as it reached your tongue.

Everyone you ever loved was going to forget about you. As if you never existed to them.

As you swallowed it you collapsed unable to hold yourself up from the pulling of the ropes. You didn’t even fight it. You couldn’t. You just let the darkness crawl over you.

. . .

You couldn’t shake the feeling of Tom’s breath all over your face as he held you down.

You felt sick and you were to the point of exhaustion. You could barely remember how you got there. Who you were. You could only think of him in between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and it reminded you of a time before. A time of happiness long forgotten.

He spilled himself into you for the fourth time in a row. He softly cooed at you, a smile forming on his lips.

“When my seed takes…. You shall be blessed with a child of Gaunt,” Tom moaned. The idea makes him rut into you harshly.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?”

#dark!tom riddle #dark!tom riddle x reader

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bakedbakermom · 5 months

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Takeout Interruptus (read on ao3) fluff and humor // T // 1k words tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

A makeout session is interrupted by an over-enthusiastic delivery boy who just can't take a hint. (Note: "OK Chinese Restaurant" is a real place in the SF Bay Area, so I hope you will forgive me for the name. I always wanted to open another place across the street called "Good Chinese Restaurant.")

Scully’s tongue thrusts hot and wet into his mouth, her hands tangled in his hair. She gasps as his fingers slip under the hem of her shirt to begin a teasing journey up the sweet plains of her stomach, inching higher and higher... when a loud knock sounds at Mulder’s door. “Sorry,” he murmurs against her lips. “Forgot I ordered food.”

She whines when he pulls away, though her stomach is rumbling. “Hurry back, G-Man.”

He smiles over his shoulder as he grabs his wallet and opens the door, revealing a gangly teenager with bright red hair, a smattering of acne, and an anemic little caterpillar of a mustache valiantly attempting to crown his upper lip. In his hands are two bulging bags of takeout, their stylized font proudly proclaiming them the product of Mr. Fung’s OK Chinese Restaurant (Ask About Two-for-One Tuesday Special!).

“Hey, Zack, how’s it going?”

“Good, Mr. Mulder, thanks. That’ll be $27.50.” He holds the bags up for emphasis and Mulder thumbs through his wallet. “Hey, so, you were right about that book you told me about, the one with the yetis? Susie thought it was really cool and now I think maybe she thinks I might be really cool and so I was just wondering if you had any, like, recommendations for more? Because, like, I’m not great with girls, and she’s so pretty and so smart and she smells, like, so good and I just don’t want to blow it, like—“

Mulder pulls out a few worn bills with an unnecessary flourish, waving them right under the boy’s nose, and Zack’s motor mouth dies abruptly. “Next time, okay? Keep the change.”

Oblivious, the young man bumbles on. “Come on, man, it’s just that I’m, like, really nervous? I’m supposed to meet up with her after my shift tonight and she was like, ‘it’s no big deal’ but, like, it’s a super big deal and you’re always so, like, suave and stuff I just thought maybe—”

“Zack,” Mulder says with emphasis, though not without kindness. “I’m a little busy tonight.”

The boy peers around his shoulder into the living room. “Oh hey, Ms. Scully.” She smiles indulgently and wiggles her fingers at him in a small wave. “You guys got some cool new case going on? Oh is it gross? Susie loves when I talk about the gross ones, that Flukeman thing had her fascinated for days so maybe you could just, like, give me a few details and I could like—”

He is inching closer to the door and Mulder sticks a hand out to grab the frame, his forearm forming a barricade before the boy can cross the threshold. “Not exactly, Zack.” Scully can’t see his face, but she can hear in his voice the wide eyes, the raised brows, the way his mouth presses into a thin line as he silently begs the boy to take the damn hint (and the money) and go.

Zack peeks around him again, slower this time, and his eyes widen along with his grin. His gaze flicks back and forth as he takes in Scully’s pinked cheeks, Mulder’s disheveled hair, the coffee table with a pair of near-empty wine glasses and no casefiles in sight. “Oh man! Oh, oh wow. Is this—? Are you—? Oh man!” He gives Mulder a bony but encouraging punch on the shoulder, thumping him in the gut with the takeout bag in the process. “Yeah, sorry, yeah, no, you got it, Mr. Mulder, I’m outta here, say no more, I’ll just, yeah, okay uh—”

He bolts all of three steps before realizing he forgot something, and nearly drops it all as he tries to hand Mulder both bags and take the money at the same time, with only two knobby arms to handle the job. One more glance into the living room, his smile so big it looks painful and shows off an impressively shiny array of orthodontics. “Yeah, okay, bye guys, have a good night, I mean, uh, I’ll just—”

“Bye, Zack.”

“Right, yeah, uh, bye!” He nearly trips over his own oversized feet as he sprints down the hall, shoes squeaking all the way. Rolling his eyes, Mulder pushes the door shut—but not before they hear him whispering excitedly to himself, “Wait ‘til I tell Susie about this!” His voice cracks on the last word.

“Scully?” Mulder asks as he turns back to her. “Do you ever get the feeling that everyone in the world was just waiting for us to get together, and we were too dumb to see it?”

She rises from the couch and takes the bags, then pushes up on her toes to press her mouth fleetingly to his. “Frequently. I’m pretty sure Skinner has Barbie dolls of us and he makes them kiss when he thinks no one is watching.”

He follows her into the kitchen, grabbing plates from the shelves she can’t reach while she rummages through the drawers for clean utensils. When she turns to face him, she finds him already close enough to touch, close enough that his body heat washes over her in a wave that sends tingles from her scalp to her toes. He grabs the counter on either side of her waist, trapping her between the firm brackets of his arms. “Think that kid is gonna get lucky tonight?”

Scully smiles, hooking her fingers through his belt loops and pulling until his hips are flush with hers. She threads her hands into his hair and pulls his face down close. “The more pressing question is,” she whispers, her breath ghosting over his lips, “are you going to get lucky tonight?”

“Would it improve my chances if I started talking about yetis?”

She reaches around, squeezes his ass with both hands, and he yelps as he bucks against her. “Let’s not risk it,” she smirks into his mouth, and kisses him like she wants to swallow him whole.

The takeout goes cold on the counter, but warms up nicely for a midnight snack.

I could not get this idea out of my head. At first I wanted to make it a scene in a larger piece of smut, but ultimately decided it was too funny and needed to be shared on its own. So. Here you go. I do not know why all my fics lately are food-related.

#x files fanfic #the x files #xf fic #xf fanfic #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #xfiles #the xfiles #mulder and scully #my fic #my writing #dailytxf #takeout interruptus

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forthechubbies · 1 year

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Barefaced.Big Boys Au ( Mingi Special for Yunho's birthday) 🔞

Warning! Pervert! Mingi.

Whenever big papa Yuyu is out n' about, Minnie is strictly prohibited for being anywhere near you when he's not present.

Initially, Yunho though about keeping a tight leash on him and tie him to one of steel pipes in the basement but that's inhumane.

However, to be fair, Minnie acts more of a horn dog then an actual person when he's amorous. And when is that? All the time..just about!

Yet as of right now, Minnie was content being the only person home at the time- "Achoo! Ugh..Shit" minus the sick part.

Slam!

"Minnieeee." The abruptness of your sudden arrival quickly made Minnie break into a sweat fit and you throwing yourself into his space on the couch. Isn't helping. "Yuyu told me you were sick so I rushed home immediately, My poor baby." You cooed at him, stroking his inky ebony locks...just pause-

His face is nude. He has acne..."I've never seen you make up-free." You adjust yourself to settle on his lap. "Wow, Your so pretty."

Minnie gulped, tilting his face up to hide his flush cheeks. "Your prettier." He sheepishly chuckled, ghosting his large hand over your hip but not touching you.

You gasped. "You spoke to me! I mean you usually do but not to me at least not often!" You squeaked, bouncing in place.

"Nonono!" Minnie lifts you up into his arms, hovering you over the forming tent below. "My legs started hurting..Um-" Oops. Touching.

"Oh!" Why don't you remember him having super strength? You immediately attempted to get up. "I'll just get up-ah!"

"Sit." Mingi squeezed your curves, You squeaked out of shock this time. "Sorry...You're okay, here." There's not many chances he gets to hold you like this...smell you like this...touch-"Oh god." He let out a small sinful deep groan as you watch his eyes darken tracing your legs. "Fuck, Yu is gonna be pissed....I'll just be gentle..very very gentle-" He was mumbling like a maniac.

"Minnie?" You're cute voice chimes in at the wrong time. Mingi looked down into your big innocent eyes and purred against your earlobe. " I always wanted to do this." He announced before shoving his face into your peeking cleavage. "Mmmm."

You screamed faintly in result before being slammed on the fluff couch cushions. "Mingi! What's gotten into mmmm!"

.......

The look on your face when his tongue dominate yours is photo -worthy yet his favorite camera was far out of reach...In the bedroom- It took Mingi seconds to load you up over his shoulder; you clawed at his shirt fearing the height difference.

"Mingi! What are you doing?!" Your cute confused pleads only added fuel to Mingi semi-twisted kink. You're fear only hyped when you realize he was heading for the stairs...but you were afraid for the wrong reason.

Your nails dug into his t-shirt. "Don't drop me! Don't drop me! Minnie, this isn't funny anymore! Put me down!" You began to act out (Kicking your chubby legs) surprising you're frustrated hubby almost causing to drop you.

"Yah!" Slap! "I could havbe drop you!" Slap! Mingi chuckled at your reaction to him manhandling your body.

"I'm home!....I was thinking about going out for din-NER!" Yunho loosed his tie at the mother of all messes, the once spotless living room turned into the end result of a mini hurricane and what was his first thought? We were robbed!

But a pair of familiar chubby leg hanging oddly in the air drew Yunho closer... and his discovery...well-

Mingi's large body was settled comfortably inbetween your chubby thighs as he kept you pinned with one hand while the other caressed your ripped stockings.

"Jeong Mingi!" His voice roar woke the sleeping neighborhood.

Mingi hunched his shoulders. "Shit." He groaned, looking up at his pissed lover. "Welcome home, Yuyu." Mingi chuckled as the beads of sweat start forming. "It's not..what it-"

Yunho opened his mouth but froze at your teary eyed, dizzy love drunk expression underneath Minnie. "MINGI!"

#ateez smut #ateez x chubby reader #chubby reader #yungi x chubby reader #yungi smut #yunho x chubby reader #mingi x chubby reader #mingi x reader

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Just Friends

Summary: Eddie literally pushes you to confess your feelings for your best friend Steve.

Word Count: 3,134

Note: Upside Down stuff never happened but everyone is still friends :)

Warnings: drowning, near death experience, handjob/blowjob (minor dni)

You and Steve had been friends for a long time. Long before his King Steve phase and even through his relationship turned breakup with Nancy and then later his downfall due to Billy’s arrival. You had always known you loved him. Sure it started as a crush but now you’re sure it’s love. Before he sprouted to his height and grew hair on his chest, you were there for the acne and squeaky voice. You both had been friends through those awkward phases and poor fashion choices. Now, you’re closer than ever. You had just graduated high school, Steve having graduated the year before. Sure you’ve both gained a lot of friends and created your own little circle of trusted people but it’s always been you two (with the occasional Robin or Dustin tagging along).

Today, Steve had decided to have a little summer pool party. All the older and younger kids were invited. Steve would barbecue some hamburgers and hotdogs, the kids would splash around in the pool, and everyone would get some fresh air and sun. You opted for listening to music and sitting at the edge of the pool, feet dipped in. Whether your choice to not get in was due to lack of knowing how to swim or fear of water, it didn’t matter. You were content sitting on the side as Robin submerged her full body in the water with her arms hanging on the side of the pool.

Steve had been sneaking glances at you for the past hour since everyone arrived. You both spent the morning setting up snacks and drinks and making sure you had something for everyone to be entertained. Now that everyone had arrived you both didn’t have much interaction. He opted to cook and check on you visually. He knew something was on your mind. You’d been quiet, not sad per say but your energy was different today. He was worried.

As he took his eyes off you to listen to something Jonathan and Argyle were talking about, he heard a splash. He didn’t bother looking over since the kids had been jumping in for the last twenty minutes trying to do tricks for the “judges” (you, Nancy, and Eddie). It wasn’t until Robin screeched his name that he was looking over in a panic. He immediately assumed one of the kids had gotten hurt and put his hands on his hips, shaking his head. Then, he noticed you weren’t anywhere to be seen. You couldn’t be in the water. Right?

His head is clouded as people are scrambling in the water. Before he thinks, he’s shoving the spatula at Jonathan’s chest and leaping into the water. A few seconds passed before he found your wrist. He knows it’s you because you’re wearing the charm bracelet he got you two Christmases ago. He pulls you into his chest before coming up for air. Nancy and Eddie are already at the edge of the pool, helping to pull you up and onto the concrete.

“Get a towel for her head!” Nancy yells to Mike. Steve’s pulling himself up and out of the water, kneeling beside your body.

“Well do CPR, Mister Swim Captain!” Eddie shouts, bending over and resting his hands on his knees to watch the whole thing play out.

Steve doesn’t bother to glare at him as he leans down to press his lips to yours. After a few pushes on your chest and puffs of air into your mouth, you’re coughing up water and struggling to sit up. Steve places his hand on your back to help you sit up.

“Hey,” he whispers, “You okay?” He knows you’re not but wants some sort of reassurance that you’re not dying. When you just nod, he searches for your eyes. He can see that they’re red and glossy. “Let’s go inside yeah?”

“Actually Eddie, can you help me inside?” You look up to his smiling face. This one interaction sends Steve into a flurry of worry. Since when did you go to Eddie for comfort? Why is Eddie smiling so damn wide? And now you’re holding his hand to stand up? Steve is baffled. He watches your soaked figure and a shirtless Eddie walk into his house.

“Wipe that look off your face Steve.” Nancy picks up the towel and folds it, shoving it into Steve’s chest.

“What look?” Steve shakes his head and throws the towel onto a chair.

“You’re jealous.” She smiles.

“Am not.” He begins to walk back to the barbecue pit and snatches the spatula from Jonathan. “How did she even get in the water?”

“Eddie pushed her in.” Robin adds in.

“He what? And now she wants to be alone with him?” Steve mutters. He’s pissed. And hurt.

“What the hell was that Eddie?” You poke his chest. You’re glaring at him as water drips onto Steve’s hardwood floor.

“You told me you wanted help making a move on Harrington? I got him to kiss you.” He laughs.

“That wasn’t a kiss. He was saving my life because you nearly killed me!” You screech which causes him to laugh harder. “That was your plan?”

“It worked didn’t it?” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“No Eddie, it didn’t!” You groan. “You were of zero help. Your work here is done.” You push him out of the sliding glass doors. “Can you tell Steve I’ll be in his room and to come see me when he’s done cooking?”

“I thought my work here was done?” He tries to imitate your voice.

“Eddie-”

“Fine fine, I’ll send lover boy up.” He laughs before fully heading outside. “Steve!” Steve’s head shoots up and he sees Eddie ushering him over from across the backyard. Steve furrows his brows before setting the spatula on a plate beside the grill. Eddie beckons him over with his hand. “She’s in your room.” Is all he says before patting Steve’s back and jumping into the pool.

Steve practically runs up the stairs and into his room. He can hear the shower running in the bathroom connected to his room. The doors open so he steps in. You’ve done this plenty of times before.

The first time it happened, he was having a horrible day. He had called you over because he was lonely and just needed someone to be there for him. You stepped into the steamy bathroom and heard his cries over the trickling water. “Steve? It’s me.”

“Hi.” He croaked. “I’m almost done.”

“I can stay in here until you get out. We can talk, plus it’s nice and toasty in here.” You say, setting your bag down and sitting on the toilet seat. “What’s going on?”

He laughs though it’s not genuine. “Everything. My dad called and I was thinking maybe he’s actually checking on me but no he called just to argue with me. Apparently that old hag Miss Betty told him I had a rager last night which literally wasn’t true since we were in bed before 8pm.” He sighs. “Like he called just to shit on me about something that wasn’t even true. He didn’t even want to hear my side of the story.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie. I wish I had words to make you feel better.” You stand up. “Cover yourself.”

“What?” He mumbles before seeing the shower curtain move. He covers his junk and sees your head pop into view.

“Hi.” You smile. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“First, you can let me get dressed you perv.” He laughs. “Maybe just stay the night with me again? Watch movies and get take out?”

“You sure? I don’t want Miss Betty to get you in trouble saying we threw the party of the century.” You laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He smiles slightly. “Now go. Let me finish in here and I’ll be out in a sec.”

The atmosphere is almost the same as that day. The mirror is foggy and steam surrounds the room. He can hear the sounds of your sobs. He doesn't know what to make of it. “Y/n?” He calls out. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, I’m in here.” You say as if it isn’t obvious. “I’m almost done.”

“I’m coming in, cover up.” He calls out as a warning. His head appears and you instantly smile. He’s respectful, keeping his eyes on your face. You’re using your arms to cover your chest, your hands clasped together under your chin. “How you feeling?”

“Better. Alive.” You chuckle. “That idiot nearly killed me.”

“I know. I might have to kill him later.” He pushes his wet hair out of his face. “What happened?”

Obviously he knows what happened but he wants to really know. From you. You sigh and look down at the water running down the tub. “He was trying to help me.”

“How so?” He asks, genuinely confused.

“Ugh.” You groan. “I asked him to help me with you. He said he was going to come up with a plan to help me confess my feelings for you. He said you liked me too and was going to prove it. That was last week. I almost forgot I asked him to help and then he pushed me in the water. He said he got you to kiss me but it wasn’t really a kiss. You had to do that to save my life. Which I’m grateful for by the way. But he didn’t even really help.” You ramble out.

Steve stifles a laugh. You look up to him and he’s opening the curtain and stepping into the shower. His crocs and wet shirt had been discarded but he’s still in his very short and very tight swim trunks. He stands in front of you, the water hitting his head and back. You don’t even ask what he’s doing because this is so Steve. Always doing the most unpredictable things.

“You almost let Eddie Munson kill you so you could tell me you loved me?”

“I didn’t know that was his plan!”

“It would’ve been easier to just tell me.” He smiles at you.

“No it wouldn’t have. Everytime I wanted to tell you, I’d chicken out.” You sigh and drop your arms. You’re in such close proximity that he would have to crane his neck to get a good look at you. “You make me crazy Steve. You make me lose my train of thought and stutter on my words. I used to be so comfortable around you. You were just a guy that I loved being around and having fun and now you’re a guy.”

“Well duh.” He tries to joke.

“Shut up. Like you know what I mean. You’re a guy that I can’t stop thinking about or dreaming about. I think about what it’s like to kiss you and hold you and be with you but not as friends, as more than that. Am I making any sense or just making a fool of myself?” You sigh, meeting his eyes.

He wraps his arms around your back. Your naked body pressed against his almost naked body. “You never make any sense but I always know what you mean. That’s how we work. You ramble about things and I piece them together somehow.” He bites his lip. “I understand everything you’re saying and I feel the same. I have for a really long time. I seriously thought something was going on with you and Munson when you asked him to go inside with you. My heart literally stopped and I felt it breaking into pieces.”

“Ste-”

“No wait, let me finish. I was so jealous and I can’t imagine you with anyone else but me. I know that’s so selfish but you’re my person. Ya know? I was worried about you all day and I just wanted to run to you and hug you and kiss you to make it all better. You just haven’t been yourself lately and I wanted to be there for you but you never said anything and you normally do so then I started thinking you were mad at me or something, I don’t know. I jus-”

“Breathe.” You place your hands on his chest. “Just breathe. You’re getting worked up.” You chuckle lightly. “I was just overthinking our friendship. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just in my head. I couldn’t come to you with this problem without confessing to you.”

“I’m sorry.” He laughs. “I’m nervous.”

“Why? I should be the nervous one. I’m standing naked in front of my best friend, the love of my life.” You rest your forehead on his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist.

“Well because my dream girl is naked in front of me and I’m wearing these very skimpy shorts, trying to prevent myself from getting a boner.”

“Now who’s the perv?” You nudge his chest. “If you’re worried about the shorts, you should just take them off.”

“Are you serious?” He pulls you away from him to look at your face.

“Yes, you can’t wash your buttcheeks with shorts on.” You roll your eyes playfully. “Take them off.”

He unwraps his arm from you and shimmies out of his shorts. He tosses them over the shower rod. You both laugh when you hear the wet plop on the tile floor. Steve’s a better man than you because you immediately look at him. You’re mesmerized by his body. He’s fit and smooth with thick thighs and toned arms. Not to mention his semi-hard length between both your bodies.

“You done checking me out? I still gotta wash my buttcheeks.”

“Sorry.” You feel your cheeks and neck get hot.

“Can I kiss you? Properly.” He offers.

“Of course. Can’t let Eddie’s efforts go to waste.” You lean up to meet his lips.

“Never mention him while I’m naked please.” He pecks your lips before adding, “or before we’re about to kiss.” He plants his lips onto yours, lingering there for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble against his lips before pressing your lips to his again. You pull him as close to you as you possibly can. You can feel him pressing against you as your lips move. Deciding to take a bold step, you take him into your hands. With both of your hands slowly stroking his cock, Steve lets his head fall back as he opens his mouth in an ‘O’. Unfortunately the water from the shower head engulfs his face. He sputters out water before pushing the shower head to the side. After you both let the giggles out, you continue your previous movements.

Your dominant hand strokes his veiny cock as your other hand grazes the hair on his chest. “You doing okay?” You ask, looking up at him cautiously. He’s quiet, eyes shut tight with his right hand on the tiled wall and his left hand on the shower rod.

“Yeah, yeah.” He nods, your voice bringing him back to reality. “You’re really good with your hands.”

You bite your lip as you lean up to leave a kiss on his neck. You let your lips trail down to his jaw, then his chest, then down to his stomach as you let go of his cock. He nearly whines before noticing that you’re getting down on your knees.

“Where are you going, huh?” He jokes, placing his hands on his hips.

“Just repaying you for saving my life.” You smirk up at him. “Just relax and let me work.”

“Yeah, of course.” He mutters, hissing when your lips wrap around the head. Your hand is gripping him tight at the base of his cock. You start slow, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him in. Steve’s hands lightly rest on the back of your head. He doesn’t push you onto him which you’re thankful for. Instead of gripping your hair, he smooths any hair that might cover your eyes back as the water of the shower head drips over his shoulders onto you.

Your hand grip his thighs as you bob your head back and forth, taking his cock as deep as you can down your throat. “Tha-that’s really good.” He groans. “Don’t stop.”

Instead of popping off of him to respond, you continue to suck harder as one of your hands leaves his thigh to massage his balls. Steve’s body shifts so that his back is resting partially against the wall. He feels dizzy. The steam of the shower, the realization that he’s getting head from his best friend turned girlfriend (?), and the feeling of your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock has him gripping your shoulders to stabilize himself. He’s not even sure how he’s lasting this long. You feel so good on him.

“Shit.” He moans. It’s loud and free and unapologetic. “I’m gonna cum.” He stutters out. You grip his cock, kissing up his thighs as you continue to stroke him slowly.

“Turn around.” You whisper in his ear after leaving a kiss to his jaw. Steve doesn’t question you as he runs his hand over his dripping hair, pushing it back. His fists clench as he rests his forearms against the wall. Your front is pressed against his back. He can feel your hard nipples on his back and he shuts his eyes as you pick up your pace, jerking him off. His hips are jerking with every stroke, his ass rubbing up against you. Your dominant hand moves as fast as you can as the other one wraps around his chest, gripping his chest hair.

“Y/n..” He moans softly, his head dropping back as he empties himself. You can see his face from this angle, his eyes droopy and mouth open. His cum shoots against the shower wall and the water washes it away too soon. You continue to stroke him until he’s limp and his chest rises and falls at a normal pace. “That was really fucking good.”

You smile and kiss his shoulder, pushing him up to straighten out. “Guess you gotta save me more often huh?”

“So I only get those when I rescue you?” He turns around to kiss your forehead. “You’d really treat your boyfriend like that?”

“So we’re officially official?” You lean into his chest.

“Only if you want to be.” He bites his lip. He’s trying to be suave and cool but he's really hoping you want to be his girlfriend.

“Duh.” You laugh, “as if we could go back to just being friends after that. Plus, I love you.”

“God, you’re so obsessed with me.” He runs his thumb over your lips. “But I guess that’s okay because I’m obsessed too.” With that confession, he kisses your lips sweetly. You both stay under the water until it runs cold.

#steve harrington x reader

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xmortuarykittyx · 7 months

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Ever Unlocked

Part 13: 10-54

Part 12: They’re… Yours?

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: small violence, gaslighting, blame shifting

extra: i’m so sorry this took so much longer, we had a trip to another state and i couldn’t write while i was there but here we have Part 13, this book is soon coming to a close but Ever Locked will take over as soon as this one ends. It will be much longer and i have so so so so so much planned for it. I’m off tomorrow, tonight i work a late night shift but tomorrow im writing Part 14.

10-54, 10-54, 10-54. What an ending to a day full of surprises and shit shows, like a 10-54, Delaney Street, Ridgecrest Apartments. That damn two tone apartment building.

"Apartment 14, Ronda Jones, found deceased with her neck slit...", Rebecca's fingers flip the page back down, her pointer finger moving over the inked words once more as she re-reads the pages. "They're sure it's her?", the trauma was heavy in her voice as she asked her boss the redundant question. "Yeah.", Rebecca turned back towards her assistant whose hand was clawing at the door. Her knuckles white as she peeked around the corner. "I'm so sorry, i know you talked about her from time to time.", Rebecca's pity filled look was more than she could handle.

"Hey-", Rebecca's clipboard was pressed to her chest, her concerned look just drove the nail deeper into her heart. "Why don't i have Leon take you home? His shift is almost over and-", a sob ripped from her lips as she nodded, her hands pressed into her eyes as she turned away from the body on the metal table. "Come on...", Rebecca's hand was quickly placed on her shoulder, rubbing against the lab coat fabric as she guided her assistant back into the main part of the office. "I'm gonna get Leon, you just sit down and get ready to go.", Rebecca's tone was so sweet, calming. Part of her wanted to ask her if she saw anything, she knew the girl would need to be interviewed and spoken to as the neighbor... Watching the assistant sit in her chair, elbows on her knees as her chest heaved with another sob. Rebecca wasn't sure how to help, they dealt with death all the time, constantly near the bodies and sadness that came with the career... but when it was someone you know, someone so close and to be murdered in her own apartment, the same one that she stayed in? Rebecca couldn't imagine the weight.

As she opened the door to step out and find the blonde haired man, she felt her stomach become queasy. She thought about her unlocked window... her unlocked door... it could've been her. Her stomach twisted and turned as she covered her mouth with her hand, the bile taste rising to her throat. She stepped forwards, bumping into something hard, her hand reaching out to grab onto the obstacle. A soft grunt met her ears, her eyes snapping up to the familiar face. Her lips quivered, the numb feeling coming back as she started to sob, her hands clinging onto the vest and the radio digging into her cheek. "Hey, hey...", Leon immediately grabbed her, he felt sick himself. He hadn't meant for her to see it, he just wanted the woman gone... he really hadn't planned very well.

He heard someone clearing their throat, his eyes lifting to see Rebecca, her finger pointing to the girl in his arms as she whispered: 'take her to your place.', to which Leon nodded. He would, he couldn't take her back to hers, he hoped she didn't ask. He ran his free hand down his face, his skin slightly bumped with acne. "Come on, bunny.", he whispered, his lips pressing a kiss onto her head. "Let's get you back home.", he wouldn't admit he knew what happened, he wasn't suppose to know.

"No- no-", she shook her head, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry for earlier, please take me to your place.", she was apologizing and pleading. He felt his heart break, he was cruel and he'd do whatever it took to keep her as his but fuck-! He hadn't meant to scar her for life. He didn't think Rebecca would let her see the body. Then again, his bunny was very unlucky, even if it was his hand that dealt her cards. "Shh. I'm taking you home, what happened?", he didn't want to ask but he had a part to play and he'd be damned if he fucked up now. "Mrs-", she let out a shaky breath, a sob cutting her air off as she gasped. "Jones, murdered-", she couldn't keep talking, her knees nearly gave out as she leaned further into Leon. Her knees buckling and her grip tightening on Leon's vest. His hands came to her elbows, stabilizing her. "Come on, taking you back to my place. Yours isn't safe.", had she been in the better state of mind, she'd ask how he knew her place wasn't safe, but she was too far hysterical right now as Leon lead her out, holding her tight to him.

His hands held her wrists so tight but he needed to keep her up, keep her going as he opened up the door to his Jeep, helping her in. "We'll be home soon, okay?", he felt bad leaving her even if it was just long enough to get in his seat.

He slid in, his keys quickly inserted and cranking the jeep, before he placed his hand on her lap. Her soft crying and muttering had Leon feeling like he'd made a mistake, he wanted to tell her it was all for her, that all of this was for her. She needed to understand sacrifices had to be made for a love as great as theirs- his. He gnawed on the inside of his lip, wearing at the skin as he drove her towards the better side of town. "I need clothes, my tooth brush-", she shook her head, spalling her hands to her thighs. "No, i have extra and you can sleep in my clothes.", he assured her, squeezing above her knee. "I have a tooth brush for you and everything."He had it all for when he finally kept her close, he didn't want her to leave and now was the best way to do so.

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She was safely sitting on his bed, her little skirt rode up and cheeks painted red from tears. She played with her fingers, her eyes stuck to the floor just in front of her. "I have this shirt and-", Leon's voice was the thing to break her from her spaced out mind set. "Hey, i know this is difficult, but come on, let's take your mind off it it.", he smiled, holding up a grey and red shirt, it was a t-shirt with some school logo on the front. She didn't understand how he thought she could just move on from this so quickly. She was mortified that someone was murdered across from her, if she'd been home she may could've stopped them. If she had gone home last night she maybe couldn't stopped them. She didn't see how she was going to return to the shitty little apartment, her hand covered her mouth again. That's scent all morning, she could never find it. It was- Pushing herself off his bed and making the corner to fall on her knees, the cold tile flush to her heated skin. Her hand holding onto the side of the porcelain seat, her chin digging into the rim as hot, disgusting bile purged from her stomach.

Her nose burnt, belly ached as her stomach lurched, trying to release more impure acid. Leon didn't like how much this affected her, he had just killed her, he still felt a bit guilty but sacrifices have been made for many things and their love was the most important to him. Jones' death wasn't for anything, because now that she was here, he wasn't going to let her go back. He was getting annoyed as he watched her lay her cheek on the toilet seat. "Come on-", Leon walked into the bathroom, his hands slipping under her arms as he went to lift her up. "Someone who means a lot to me just died and you want me to be calm?", she out of us and getting pissed she couldn't comprehend how he was just thinking this was nothing. "Leon, my neighbor was murdered.", she looked back at him, her eyes red from the tears and chin slick with vomit. "I can't even comprehend she's gone.", her hand came up to her face, she felt her face twist up with confusion and hurt. "I can't even imagine what she must've felt. If they came one room over, of if they decided to murder more people. I'd be dead-! ", she waved her hand, trying to let everything that happened today come to a closed this was just too much for her to handle and he was acting as if none of it should bother her, how like she not be bothered?

"You're alive, aren't you? She's not, be grateful that you're still here.", his voice sounded... stern. "I'm sure you're scared- i can see as much.", he squatted down next to her, police uniform pants still baggy in some places, he hadn't filled out, yet, but if this was the path he had to take to keep his love, his. Well, Leon wouldn't mind hitting the gym more and planning a bit better. He can't fuck up like this again. He can't be so, careless. His eyes cut to her as he lifted the toilet paper roll, wrapping it around his hand and tearing it. He couldn't become like her, careless and guileless.

"How are you so calm? Why can't you understand that this really does affect me-", she threw her hand into her lap, she was unsure how he remained so neutral after learning of the crime, maybe it was just because he sees this every day, that maybe his heart had hardened just a little from the job. Hers had. Death and despair heavy in the dark oak office, but it was so close to home. "Because, I've seen this more times than i can count in my few months. I've been the one to go to the scene and find them.", his thumb placed itself in the dip of her chin, paper wiping away the slick on her chin. "I understand you're scared and that you were close to her. I really do, bunny. I'm not trying to be cruel.", he was cruel, he was so twisted in the head over her. "I just want you to be grateful that you're alive, no man is going to come here and slit your-", his eyes caught hers, her eyes were as wide as saucers. She had a glint of fear in them as she pushed his chest, trying to make a gap between them. "I-I didn't-", she slid her ass across the tile, her leg extended to keep a distance between them. "I didn't say she has her throat slit.", her mind went reeling back, her toe bumping his chest as he leaned forwards. "What are you doing?", his bright blue eyes now dark as he leaned forwards, narrowing them at the girl. "Are you implying something, bunny? I work at the station, i over heard it-", "no- William and Riley brought her in... you wouldn't have heard it from them because they were with Chief Irons immediately after-", she felt the anger boiling off his skin. "What are you trying to say?!", his voice had a bass to it she never heard before, her fingers curled into a loose fist as she stared at Leon. "You left yesterday morning, you went out and didn't come back for hours...", she whispered.

"I went to get us breakfast- are you saying I'm a murderer?", his leaned further over her, her knee bending back as he stared down at her. "n-no...", his small outbursts, the grabbing and yelling- he wasn't that violent, he wasn't a bad person. None of it made sense though, maybe she was just grasping for straws, her mind so broke over this she was going insane trying to put pieces that didn't belong together. Her eyes snapped back to his, his fingers sliding past her cheek as she flinched from his touch. "If you're going to say something with that much weight to it, be certain of your words, bunny.", he dug his fingers into her chin. "I go out early in the morning to buy you breakfast days in a row, i pick you up from your shitty ass apartment-", the curse sounded so foreign in his vocabulary. "and you have the nerve to throw all of it out and accuse me of murder in the same day?", her lips let out a whimper, his fingers bruising her chin. "You're an ungrateful brat, bunny.", this was not a light she thought she'd ever see the shy rookie in. She felt the handle of the cabinet pressing into her back, her foot still pressed to his chest as he folded her. He had this- her chest clenched just looking at the features on his face. His lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes so dark, she wondered how she ever saw the light in them before.

"You're so lucky someone like me wants to protect you, your stupid little ass, leaving windows and doors unlocked. You're asking for someone to come into your home and hurt you.", his tone was something of nightmares, the devotion and horror laced together in some lifetime film-esque manner. "but i've protected you, i've made sure that apartment was a safe space for you. I checked on you-", his fingers moved to caress her cheeks. She was paralyzed by whatever emotion she was feeling, rather the lack of feeling. She was so numb as she zoned out, her eyes stuck to his face. "i just want what's best for us, but you make it so hard to keep you safe. You ask questions, you over think, you make it hard for me, bunny.", that darkness snuck back into his words. "I won't have to worry about that much longer...", the back of his finger touched under her eyes, petting down her cheek. "you're sick!", she kicked his chest, snapping back from whatever reality she tried to use to block all of this out. A grunt left his lips, his eyes widening for a mere second of shock as he reached for her leg. She felt his hand grab her ankle as her chest and arms hit the tile. She lifted her hand, nails and fingers dug into the door frame. "You're not leaving!", he growled, pulling her back as she clung desperately onto the door. She remembered that first day, how she made the comment about him and he reacted in such a negative way... he couldn't stand being called anything like stalker, creepy- murderer.

His nails dug into her skin, a cry of pain left her as her fingers were forced from the door. "Don't make me hurt you! You're making me do things i don't want to do, bunny!", he yelled, pulling her by her legs; then skirt, then shirt to get her back to where he could grab her. His hands locked around her chest. His head on her shoulder as she sobbed. "Please, stop crying-", his voice was soft and sweet, unlike the sheer power and authority he had moments ago. She sat perched on his lap, her head tilted away from him. "I didn't want this for you... you're leaving me no choice, sweet girl.", he pressed a kiss behind her ear. "I'm giving you once chance to cooperate with me and we can talk this all out.", she didn't want to talk anything out with him. She wanted to go back to her home, her home before she ever even let the boy into her life.

Leon released her, moving to stand up, he took her silence as submission. She made a break for it as soon as she was free, his brows set and his hand reached out. Her ankle caught between his fingers once more, laying weight into the already showing bruises. Her body was stalled mid air, her chest and head taking the brunt of the fall, she was forced into. Leon watched the tile under her head crack, the five behind her fall rendering her nearly unconscious as a mumble of incoherent words fell from those pretty puffy lips. "Bunny, bunny, bunny...", Leon stood the rest of the way up, cracking his back as he stood erect. "I warned you, you were such a good girl f' me. Now you're just becoming such a bad little girl. I'll make sure you learn your place. You'll be safe here-", he walked around to her head, seeing her eyes dilated and shaky as she didn't even try to sit up. "You won't have to worry about that murderer or anything else... i'll take care of you.", he squatted down to her level once more, fingers digging into her hair and brushing it back behind her ear. "I love you.", he whispered, seeing her eyes start to flutter closed. "I had to do what was necessary to protect our love. You'll understand it all, soon, bunny.", his eyes were hard but there was a softness only for her, despite how much she pushed his mind into these horrifying thoughts and actions. He didn't blame her, as much as he felt maybe he was awaken into something more. Maybe, this was what love was suppose to feel like? It was heavy and a burden to bear, but for her, he'd do anything.

She couldn't even hear him anymore, the ringing in her ear, the sound of the tile cracking under her head. It rang in her ears over and over, she felt warm blood soak the side of her scalp. She watched him look over her, she prayed it was some realistic lucid dream, that he was just her demon and she'd wake up back at home in her purple sheets. She couldn't find the strength to sit up, she felt his fingers move her hair out of her face but she couldn't move her eyes to meet the raging ocean that was his. Her last seconds missing out on hearing his confession of love and murder.

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hanchette · 2 years

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 : ( twisted wonderland characters )

a/n : writing for them becauseeeeee

consist of : fluff, angst if you squint, gender neutral reader, established relationship — loving your insecurities

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, notices every little thing about you. he finds it endearing how those brown spots of your left over marks from acne and pimples enhances your look. trey looms over your figure on the bed, his elbow props him upright while he locks his gaze upon your face, his thumb lightly caressing the scars—it's not touching your skin but running just a millimeter over that serves you nothing but comfort. “you're pretty.” he breathes out, the sides of his mouth tugging upwards. trey means what he says with all his heart, these beauty marks that is left painted on your skin reminds him that you're real. “even if you don't find yourself to be, i will always do.”

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑, doesn't even see your so called "flaws" until you point it out, leona finds it stupid how such things makes you so bothered. his tail swish around while he watches you trace your stretch marks from the corner of his eyes. a few minutes after and he's done, “herbivore,” he calls with a hoarse voice, clearly just awoken from his midday nap, “come.” the lion pats the bed next to him, waiting for you to settle in the comfort of his bed—his palm rest on your hips, rubbing circles while looking at you. “this troubles you?” his finger halts on its movement and upon your nod leona huffs under his nose, “don't. they're part of you.” his fingers resumes on tracing the stretches, more than a few times scratching them lightly until he sees your expression settles down in contentment.

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎, tears sprung out of your eyes and azul clearly tell that you're upset—most likely of yourself. “hey, don't cry..” he softly calls, you're settled on his lap, nestled in his arms. azul brushes your tears that seems never ending with his thumb as he looks at you with softness, the night shone brightly and it glistens through the window of the dorm, lighting your and his features under the gentle glaze. “i love just as much as you are.” he whispers, lips tugging downwards when you shook your head at his words—“why would i not? it's a part of this that i fell in love with you, did i not? it's a part of you.” azul pinches the skin that sat on your thigh. your boyfriend press forward, his lips kissing away the tears that falls over your cheeks. “so don't cry, y/n.” the octo-man tugs you in his arms, your silent cry and self wallows makes his heart wrench in sadness and anger, angry at himself for letting you experience what he had gone over as a kid. “i love you, my angel.”

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃, hums softly as he nuzzles on your neck, golden hues flickering over to your messy locks, “they're soft.” he mumbles, barely audible despite his lips near your ear and he delt you stiffen for a moment before mumbling a small yet hesitant word of gratitude. idia frowns, catching you twirl a lock of hair, seeing you scrunch your face in distaste on a shut down monitor—he knows insecurities when he sees it, large hand envelopes your own then he rest his head on your shoulder, running his fingers through it. despite being rather awkward through things, idia calms himself down—it's you that needs security and comfort now, and at the best of his abilities, will give you what it is you need through his action. ( cue to him braiding it with ortho helping put decorations, idea courtesy of idia—operation normie : i will make you love yourself!! )

#🛍️:scenarios #gender neutral #gender neutral mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x you #twst x reader #trey clover x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #idia shroud x reader

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ennaku-sirri-da · 2 months

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Habismal In Different Colors

Plaintext: Habismal In Different Colors

[ ID: Fanart of Dr.Habit and Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game in different color palletes. These versions are from my AU Roseverse.

The changes in the artists interpretation of the deisgns are as follows. Kamal has a lot of acne, eyebags and thick brows. His hair is has streaks of older age in it. Habit has a muppet-like appearance with fur, longer hair, cheek patches with a splash of freckles, stitches and scars on hands plus an X shaped one near his mouth. He has on lipstick. His long coat has a bush-like collar with feathery parts holding flowers.

To the top left, the first doodle is them locking lips in a sweet kiss, Kamals face towards Habits as Kamal puts his hands on Habits shoulders. Both their eyes close in bliss. The color pallete used is pink, rose, peach and salmon pink. The brush is thickly chalky. This pallete is written out over the doodle in loopy handwriting as " Bimbosophy".

To the bottom of it, is a doodle of Kamal stands and leans down, burying his nose in Habits bountious hair happily, running his hands through. Habit looks up and smiles cutely, his hands held below his chin. He is settled on the ground. The color pallete used is a pale sandy color, desaturated red, light grey, washed out oranges and a dark brown. The brush is textured with little thick lines all over the drawing, so that it almost looks like a blankets texture. This pallete is written out in fancy handwriting as " Lily Eater" with a heart on the I.

To the right, is a doodle of Habit dipping Kamal, grinning at him wildly while Kamal looks entranced in the gesture, smiling slightly with eyes going wide. Kamals shirt is going open. The color pallete used is very bright. It is bright pink, neon blue, a slightly more sky blue, bright lime, neon yellow. The brush used is painterly. There is a red and blue glitch effect making the coloring of the doodle look smudged. This pallete is written out in sharp letters as " Dream Toxic".

Finally on the top is a very simple doodle of Rose and Buddy, my sona-esque OC and my friends OC. Rose is a little dark-haired, glasses-wearing plant nymph based on a rose. He is a kid. Buddy is an anthromorphic cat person with long poofy hair. She is an adult. Rose sits down and weeps a single tear over " Why is drawing them kissing SO HARD". Buddy replies that " What matters is that you have fun, bro"

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Used pallettes from @color-palettes !!!! I had a blast making these!!! They look soooo good and beautiful, the colors

I also used different brushes :) ( smiley emote)

My friend said the bottom brown one reminded them of a grandma's blanket <3( cute smiley emote)

Also bringing back Habits very first Roseverse design, I'm OK with using it again..Kamal has been mostly brought back too.

I tried to just cut loose and draw with this...I half-suceeded!! Sometimes, I need to be less uptight about how I draw and just....have fun!!! I looked back through older drawings I'd been thinking "well it's nothing great" of in the past, but now when I look at them after a while, they look talented and elaborate, really unique to me, hehe. Art is truly magic.

#colourpod #my art #habismal #dr habit #kamal bora #eyestrain tw #color palletes #fanart #s4m #smile for me game #roseverse au

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ohdudehesflirting · 1 year

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take care of you 천러

chenle taking care of his gf 😿

warnings: FLUFF mentions of overworking fem reader a lil sex reference for a joke, insecurities lmk if I missed anything

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"Baby" Chenle slowly muttered as he saw his girlfriend asleep on top of all her books, her computer open playing a video about chemistry, he then remembered how she had constantly complained about the class and how her finals were near.

"Baby let's get you ready for bed" he softly said as he tried to pick her up, grumbling in protest she answered "I still have to study" not totally awake as the clock was reaching 2 am "you can study tomorrow let's get you to bed".

They found themselves in the bathroom, she was sitting on the counter and he was standing between her thighs taking her makeup off with the cleansing balm they bought last time they went to stock up on their skincare basics.

As he rinsed her face he slowly muttered " you look so pretty without makeup" and he pressed a kiss on her neck "it tickles" she muttered in response.

After going through her extensive skincare routine since she had acne-prone skin, he started moisturizing her face "I don't know why but I find acne scars so pretty on you" he said softly applying the cream "I was always insecure about it" she answered honestly tiredness peeking through her voice "and I don't understand why" he rebutted finishing her skincare and moving on to brushing her teeth.

"Open" he instructed referring to her mouth "yes daddy" she answered playfully making his eyes roll "you are lucky I put up with your shit" he complained as he brushed her teeth sometimes pinching her cheeks in adoration at her cute state.

After they both were under the covers they found themselves in each other's embrace "thank you for all that you do" she said and pressed a soft kiss to her boyfriend's lips "it's the least I can do love" he answered his eyes filled with love and adoration for the girl in his arms "goodnight baby" he said realizing she was rather quickly falling asleep "love you too babe" she sleepily muttered before drifting to sleep.

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cinnamon-phrog · 6 months

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Dhmis headcanons let's goooo

^^^ banner is a disclaimer not a DNI! I just wanna be clear I case I get misinterpreted!

Yellow

Yellow has more allergies than anyone else ever and has incredibly irritable skin prone to rashes and acne no matter what skin products he uses or how frequently he washes.

Can wiggle his ears Fozzie Bear style idk I just find that visual cute <3

He has stretchy limbs like his dad but only slightly, he can’t stretch himself nearly as far as Roy can

Yellows’ nose can make a cartoony honk noise, like a clown <3

Doesn’t just love spaghetti but ALL pasta dishes. Literally anything pasta or potato based is his kinda thing.

He’s the one who painted all the paintings in the house, even the one with him and Roy, since if his father can’t be there with or for him then at least he can in a painting.

Can’t paint horses. Cannot. But he knows Red loves them so he attempted to paint one for him. He hates it and cringes at it but Red insists it’s perfect and keeps in up on the kitchen wall.

Gets hot easily due to his batteries working overtime to keep him alive and hates wearing thick fabric clothes like jumpers and hoodies because of his irregular heat.

He can grasp things easier if left to his own devices. If something is explained to him via word of mouth he’s not going to comprehend it and would much rather figure it out himself and experiment. [Again I swear I’m not projecting….]

Has maladaptive daydreaming disorder.

Forgets things easily but remembers give Duck glasses of water at least twice a day to prevent him from going Back in The Hole again.]

Likes Duck because he is green and although he can’t remember much about himself, green is comforting to him.

Falls somewhere on the masochist spectrum [he likes being bitten. Cmonnnnn if the other two are freaks so is he let me have this one]

Suffers fatigue and can’t walk far without needing to sit down at least five times.

Has tried everything to ease this and his chronic thinking induced headaches, including various pills, tablets and herbal teas.

Very light sleeper, he wakes up constantly throughout the night, and will sometimes give up sleeping altogether.

Duck

Surprisingly really talented at sewing.

Loves fashion, and creates all his own outfits.

Also sewed the tablecloth in the kitchen.

Actually a really good cook but can’t be bothered to most of the time.

Has dioramas of war enactments and model planes that he plays around with secretly.

He has slight Aphantasia, meaning he struggles to visualise imagery. I have this headcanon because in Jobs, when he is told he can do a million things, he only thinks of about three. He can’t imagine what a million would look like. Again it’s just a headcanon and not to be taken seriously.

Hates the cold. In the winter he will stay in and turn all the radiators as high as possible to simulate migrating to somewhere hot. The heating bill is through the roof now.

Idolizes the military because he lived near a shelter as a child and admired them when his life wasn’t the best. He doesn’t remember that of course but he still found comfort in it and hasn’t really stopped to question why.

Has a weird relationship with food. The Healthy episode, plus him listing his favourite foods [that are all high in sugar and carbs] are given an explanation by being diagnosed with diabetes in electricity. Plus Dehydration can be dangerous for people with diabetes. High blood sugar can make you more at risk of dehydration, which is why Duck died by forgetting to drink water.

Has a rubber duck to take a bath with because ducks usually bathe together and get lonely easily.

Takes the longest getting ready for any kind of event. Like ridiculous levels of vanity just trying to pick a tie that compliments him.

Very trusting when someone is nice to him, you give him one compliment and he’s your best friend ever forever now.

Needs to wear glasses but refuses because he thinks he looks too geeky.

Used to be like Warren when it comes to friendships but he’s slowly teaching himself to be kinder, even just a little bit.

Frequently scams people for money by pretending to be a single hot milf online. Catfishing king securing that bag fr fr. Mostly it’s just Roy that falls for the scams.

PANSEXUAL. IN MY HEART OF HEARTS.

Moults his feathers quite often due to stress and is prone to over-preening himself.

Drinks 5+ cups of tea per day. Bri’ish check.

Red

His childhood horse girl phase never truly died down, all horse related things in the house belong to him besides the painting in the kitchen, which came about from him begging Yellow to paint a horse for him.

He actually wasn’t lying in the It’s Nice That interview and does actually enjoy extreme sports, or rather… watching them on the telly. So half a lie.

Has executive dysfunction and flat affect.

Struggles to find his own individuality around other people and would much rather mimic their behaviour. That’s why he’s kind to Yellow when they’re alone but mean to him when Red is in a dynamic with Duck.

He pretends not to care about peoples’ opinions but he’s awfully self-conscience about himself and the way he behaves.

Needs about a whole bag worth of coffee in order to feel even a little awake.

Prone to napping throughout the day.

VERY heavy sleeper. Could sleep through just about anything.

Similar to Yellow, Red hates feeling hot and because he’s covered in thick, fleecy hair he simply chooses not to wear clothes. However he finds it weird when other people do it because that’s the only individuality he feels is solely for himself.

His hair is prone to frizzing and needs a gazillion different hair products and brush types to take care of it.

Goes between not taking care of himself and practically rotting himself or pampering and spoiling himself rotten. No in between.

Has posture and back problems.

Can purr like a kibby <333

All of Red’s species is agender and intersex.

Spoils Skrunty the cat like she’s his own little princess because she IS. She’s his little muffin pie. His skrunkly Skrunty woo. His BABY.

Likes spicy food but is all about trying new impossible diets which he’ll regret and forget in about a week.

Really likes spicy foods and although he’s the one who set the no sharing food thing in motion he will beg for a taste of any food Duck makes [which is usually curry dishes]

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #don't hug me i'm scared #yellow guy #red guy #duck #🎨🌻#👄🍝#🦆📋#🚦🏠

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