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atths--twice · 1 year

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Next sentence prompt (plus an idea I had and it for so perfectly with the prompt): “Is that what you’re wearing?”

Ties That Bind

Mulder fumbled with his coat as he got out of his car, his untied tie hanging around his neck and his dress shirt only halfway buttoned.

“Fucking zombies,” he muttered, hating that he looked so unprofessional arriving at work.

With his arm hurt and in a sling, daily activities were harder to accomplish, especially getting dressed. Buttoning the bottom buttons of his shirt had been easier, but as he had to move up, his arm screamed at him to stop. Feeling sweaty and shaky, he had listened and done the best he could. He had arrived early, hoping to get into the office, before too many people saw him in his state of undress, and wait for Scully to take pity on him and help him out.

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

“Jesus, Scully!” he said, jerking to the side as she seemed to appear from out of nowhere. He moaned as his arm ached from the sudden movement and he closed his eyes.

“Sorry,” she said quietly as he heard her stepping closer to him.

“Fucking zombies,” he said again, opening his eyes and looking at her. She raised her eyebrows, lightly touching the scratches on her neck.

“Couldn’t agree more,” she said. “Although… I don’t necessarily agree with the term zombies.”

“As you’ve said already,” he stated, rubbing his arm gently and she nodded with a small smile.

“So, I’ll ask again- is this what you’re wearing?” She gestured to his state of dress and he sighed.

“I can’t get it all done thanks to-”

“The fucking zombies. Yeah, I heard you.” She smiled and then licked her lips. “Would you like some help? Or are you hoping this might catch on as the new style?”

“Ha ha,” he said as she chuckled quietly. “But, yes, I could use some help. We have that meeting later today and I can’t very well go in like this.”

“Hmm, no you can’t. So, what should we do about it?”

“Could you please help me make myself more presentable, Agent Scully? I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Yes, Agent Mulder, I think I could be of assistance.”

She took his coat, folded it in half, handed it back to him, and he laid it over his left arm. Stepping closer, she began at the lowest button and put it through the hole, keeping her eyes on his as she did.

“Painful to get dressed today?”

“Incredibly,” he said with a nod.

“Did you take any pain pills?”

“Only ibuprofen. Couldn’t take anything stronger since I was driving.”

“Hmm, true,” she said, moving onto the next button, her fingers grazing his chest and he bit back a moan as he stared at her lips, desperately wanting to kiss her again.

“Could you put your head back so I can get the top button?I don’t want to pinch you.”

He did as she asked and he swallowed as she buttoned it and then ran her hands down his chest, smoothing out his shirt.

“Now the tie,” she said and tugged it from around his neck, placing it around her own.

“What are you doing?” he asked, confused by her actions.

“It’s easier for me to tie it this way.”

“You can tie a tie?”

“Does that surprise you?” she asked, her brows creasing as she smiled.

“I don’t think there’s much that you do that surprises me, Scully,” he stated, shaking his head as she expertly worked the tie into a knot. “I was not aware, however, that you knew how to tie a tie.”

“Raised by a Navy man and a tomboy at heart, I learned how to do a lot of things that girls my age didn’t want to learn. I can also change a tire, jumpstart a car, and gut a fish.” She smiled as she looked down at the tie and adjusted it. “How’s that? Good?”

He kept his thoughts to himself, knowing he might shock her if he said what he was really thinking- that her tying and wearing his tie was extremely erotic. So instead, he nodded and she smiled.

“Okay, so now…” She loosened the tie and left it hanging around her neck. Reaching up, she lifted his collar, but struggled with the back. “Could you bend down a little? You’re too tall.”

“Or you’re too short,” he murmured as she hummed, her eyebrows raised.

His collar ready, she took off the tie and put it over his head, adjusting it around his neck, getting the length of it just right. When she was satisfied, she laid his collar back down. Tugging at the knot of the tie, she grabbed a hold of the whole thing and pulled him towards her, pressing her lips to his and kissing him.

He stumbled slightly, having not expected her to do that, especially in the parking garage at work. Kissing him three times, she pulled back slightly.

“I don’t surprise you, huh?” she asked, her lips ghosting across his, kissing him again.

“I withdraw my previous statement,” he said, holding her hip with his left hand.

“Smart man,” she said, kissing him once more, before pulling back as they both heard a car beginning its ascent towards them.

She smiled and he let out a deep breath as she let go of his tie and smoothed it down, assuring that it lay flat.

“Thank you,” he said and she nodded.

“You’re welcome.”

She turned around and began walking towards the elevator vestibule. He watched the swing of her hips as he licked his lips, still tasting her kiss.

“Fucking zombies,” he murmured, this time rather thankful for them as he grinned madly and hurried to catch up to her.

#xf fanfic #the x files #msr #love #happy #flirting #teasing #post millennium #surprise kissing #gentle kisses #new relationship

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ncutii-gatwa · 5 months

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really makes me laugh seeing some people complain doctor who is gay now. babe THIS aired in 2005. doctor who has been gay a long damn time get with the program

#random emma thoughts #doctor who #dw #a show with captain jack in it is gay?? WELL DUH #i watched this kiss when i was 8 and was unbothered #welcome to the gay show #these people would not have survived in 2005 #and definitely would have frothed at the mouth at torchwood which is an even gayer show than dw #anyway why are people surprised rtd who is gay writes gay stories #15k

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hansoeii · 6 months

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It's about who.

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a-frog-in-a-bog · 9 months

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that poll going around asking how often you smoke weed and almost a third of ppl saying they’ve never smoked before, and that poll that revealed that over a third of tumblr users have never kissed anyone before, proves to me that stoners who have gay sex are a small but imperative part of the tumblr ecosystem. Keystone species

#I was SHOCKED when I found out how many people had never kissed anyone before #virgins? on MY gay sex website?#I was less shocked with the weed poll but still a lil surprised #mine #peer reviewed

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casper-perry · 7 months

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Two Birds With One Stone

author: idiashroudirl

summary: Leona wonders why Idia is being distant with him all of a sudden, and asks Ruggie for advice.

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yueebby · 3 months

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keep dreaming! – gojo satoru

synopsis. down bad? … it’s gojo satoru!

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, he basically has a wet dream of you, you wear tinted lip balm, your first kiss w him (??), suguru plays devil’s advocate

notes. remember spring days!au but can be read alone. anyways, enjoy!! I am writing this while sick (yikes). also of course this wouldn’t be canon compliant if i had not included satoru and suguru’s dynamic! I tried my best to apply their interactions during the basketball match + while theyre leaving jujutsu tech as much as i can.

“satoru…” you murmur, looking up at him shyly. the two of you find yourselves alone in the classroom. a greedy smile plays on his lips, and you struggle to formulate words as your eyes travel from his cerulean ones to his lips. satoru can barely contain his excitement, the anticipation radiates from him like an electric charge.

“say it, [name]. tell me what you want.” he whispers back at you seductively, his eyes are spellbound onto yours. you whine before grabbing the collar of his uniform and pulling him onto you. your lips are soft, so soft. you were made for him, he’s sure, as your lips mold together. as a matter of fact, your lips are so soft that they feel eerily like his pillow–

"get up! we’re late to our mission!" suguru hits the top of satoru’s head with the spare pillow on his bed. the white haired boy immediately activates his innate technique to block his best friend’s attacks.

it was going to be a long day.

“it’s unlike you to wake up so late.” suguru’s hands pause over the shoji door of the classroom. his concern for gojo was more important than the imminent lecture they were going to receive from yaga for their tardiness. “plus you totally sucked today.”

their mission had taken an unexpected turn for the worse when the pair had found themselves stuck in an incomplete domain. the narrow escape was only possible as a result of suguru’s quick thinking with rainbow dragon.

the bandaid on satoru’s cheek is a silent testament to the mission gone wrong.

“i’ve just been tired.” satoru mumbles quietly, heat rising to his cheeks as the memory of the dream flashes in his mind. he was too deep in thought to counter his friend’s insult.

something was definitely wrong. suguru raises his eyebrows, “and it has nothing to do with the fact that i caught you making out with your pillow?”

“i– what?” the heat has spread from his cheeks to all over his face. he hopes his sunglasses cover the blush that was blossoming on his face. suguru lets out a breath of relief. satoru’s blush meant that the matter at hand was only trivial…

“don’t tell me you were dreaming of [name],” his best friend smiles knowingly. satoru groans. suguru definitely knew, he was just playing with him at this point.

their conversation is cut short when the doors slide open by themselves to reveal a certain brown haired girl with a distasteful look on her face.

“satoru is having wet dreams of [name]?” shoko remarks quietly, making sure her comment is only heard by the two males. “i would act surprised, but it’s not like you’re above it.”

“just who do you think i am?” satoru looks down at his friend.

“a real pervert.” shoko simply replied before quickly making her way back to the desk next to yours.

satoru’s eyes follow her and make their way onto you. like a fly making its way into a honey trap, he can’t seem to look anywhere else. too busy burning the image of you absorbed in your textbook, he absorbs every little detail from the way your soft lips slightly part to mouth the words of the book to the way your leg bounces underneath the table. were you using a new lip balm? there was a subtle shade difference from your usual choice. gojo makes a mental note to ask you for the exact brand for… personal reasons.

in his trance, satoru fails to notice yaga’s scolding. he had also failed to notice how suguru had already made his way into a desk.

“satoru since you seem so eager to continue standing, i assume you volunteer to solve this equation.” yaga angrily taps the blackboard with a worn out price of chalk.

satoru stiffens up, not because of yaga’s wrath, but because your attention has shifted from the textbook to him. you blink up at him, the image dangerously similar to his dream. satoru gulps, eyes quickly flitting to the equation messily written on the board.

at least math equations don’t make him feel like his heart is beating out of his chest.

it didn’t take a genius to notice how quiet satoru has been today. as if he were in his own world, you notice.

“i fear that i may have been giving satoru too much attention lately,” you mutter to your two other friends, mind running laps trying to recall all of the intimate moments you have spent with the white haired fiend— all of which could be characterized as highly inappropriate.

“you always do,” suguru lazily rests his chin on the palm of his hand on the desk across from you. after yaga’s lecture, the seats had been rearranged appropriately so that the four of you could enjoy lunch together. “lay some of your love on us too.” he gestures his chopsticks to himself and shoko who were sitting side by side.

one could argue that the subtle smirk playing on suguru’s lips were a lot more dangerous than satoru’s. you’re afraid that suguru has started a game that will only end with your downfall.

the silver tongued boy seemed to catch satoru’s attention with his comment.

“ha– mad that you don’t pull? get your own girl,” satoru speaks up for the first time, glaring at his best friend through half lidded eyes from above his dark glasses. the half eaten melonpan in his hand was long forgotten.

“last i checked, [name] wasn’t your girl,” suguru places his chopsticks back down on his bento box.

you could’ve sworn you saw an irk mark appear on the side of gojo’s face.

shoko, who had been watching the scene unfold, sips on her juicebox silently. your eyes anxiously flit between the two boys.

“if you’re still mad about that mission, step outside. it’s not like i’m the one savin’ our asses every time.” satoru grits his teeth.

the loud sound of suguru’s chair screeching on the wooden floor reverberates in the mostly empty room, “you and your uncouth mouth,” he accuses satoru.

shoko flees the scene. smart girl.

you were about to follow her, but suguru holds out a hand for you to stop,

“i’m just about done anyway. please, don’t cut your meal early on my account,” he looks down at you and your full bento box. the black haired boy leaves no room for discussion when he turns his back to leave the classroom.

when the shoji doors are slammed shut by suguru, your head whips to satoru who resumes eating his strawberry melonpan.

“what was that? you’ve been acting strange, satoru– what happened on that mission?”

“don’ worry ‘bout it,” you barely make out the words coming out of his mouth that is full as he munches on the pink bread.

you scoff, “you can’t just expect me to ignore the argument you just had with suguru. and that ugly bandaid on your face?” you point at the skin-colored bandage haphazardly placed on his face. upon further inspection, you also notice the growing eyebags on his face. it was truly peculiar to see any blemish on satoru’s perfect face.

he pouts, “are you calling me ugly?” satoru doesn't take pleasure in upsetting you, but the gradual way you leaned closer to him sparked an unexpected thrill within him.

“no, i’m worried about you. you’re being weird, satoru.” he was far from ugly.

as your back faces the window, the outside light casts an otherworldly glow around you.

“well, aren’t you an angel?” he tilts his head as he leans back in his seat, completely enamored.

“you never stop, do you? you’ve been completely out of it all day!” your scrutinizing gaze zeroes in on gojo who was mindlessly nodding with a dazed out smile on his face. “and judging by the way you’re all bandaged up, suguru was probably right! i mean you totally got roughed up. the great gojo satoru, wounded.”

satoru blushes at your angry face. he’d say something indecent, but he fears that it would only scare you away. if only you knew that the reason he was all messed up was because of you.

“it's partially your fault, y'know.” cerulean eyes blink at you sheepishly before being replaced by a newfound mischievous look.

he doesn’t miss the way your anger shifts into confusion.

"excuse me?"

satoru continues, “if it weren't for you appearing in my dream i wouldn't have been distracted by that incomplete domain.” he points to the bandage cut just below his right eye.

“dreaming of me now, gojo?" you raise an eyebrow. the uncomfortable heat that was starting to rise onto your face at the new revelation that gojo dreams about you is ignored.

satoru looks away, "can you really blame a guy?"

you huff, ignoring his comment, “i think yaga has a first aid kit somewhere in the closet.” you make your way to check out the forgotten door in the back of the classroom.

the cool sterility of medical supplies contrasts with the charged atmosphere left behind in the classroom.

when you do come back with the kit, your heart races, praying he won't notice the hitch in your breath as your fingers delicately tend to the nearly healed scratch beneath his cheek. satoru's ability to evoke strange emotions within you is undeniable.

silence envelops the classroom, broken only by satoru's deep breaths. you're so close that you can almost feel the warm gusts of air from his breath on your face.

"your body healed remarkably fast. i'm not surprised," you softly observe, your focus on the task at hand. satoru smiles, his eyes fixed on your concentrated features.

"yeah? well, i have an excellent nurse," he remarks, tapping the freshly placed bandaid on his cheek. "though it seems she missed one of my injuries."

you furrow your eyebrows. satoru points to his expectant lips, a playful pout on his face.

"no," you plainly state.

"aw, c'mon. kiss it better? i almost died today," he pleads, his eyes silently begging. you shake your head, unaware that it was your fault he nearly lost his head during the mission.

"you really want a kiss?" you repeat, catching on to his persistent request.

he nods fervently, his excitement palpable. was that even a question

you think he was pretty insane– requesting kisses from a fellow peer.

“satoru..” you murmur, leaning closer to him. his eyes were twinkling with excitement. the two of you were all alone, left with nothing but each other. this scene was all too familiar.

the sides of his lips quirk up into a smirk while he watches your eyes travel all around his face. satoru has been fantasizing about this moment since the moment he laid eyes on you.

“[name],” he says, his voice softer than ever, a privilege reserved for those closest to him—especially you.

just a few more inches and your lips will meet… just a few…

slap!

satoru blinks in shock while you giggle at his confusion. he attempts to ask what just happened, but his mouth is sealed. his hand rises to find a bandaid now on his lips.

“you’re cuter when you shut up.”

you seal your words with a soft kiss placed on his bandaged mouth.

...

gojo satoru explodes, his voice muffled by an adhesive barrier.

“m.rrry.. m.. mph..mph!”

extra:

all conflicts were resolved by evening when you had strategically set up a mario kart tournament.

right after you (indirectly) kissed gojo, you fled the scene, leaving a flustered satoru all hot and bothered. you ended up screaming into your pillow.. the same pillow that satoru was laying on not too long ago.

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x you #jjk x reader #tbh it wouldnt surprise me if gojo was a conniving enough to trick you into kissing him #better luck next time satoru~!#remember spring days!au #rsd!au

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chloesimaginationthings · 13 days

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your Jeremy seems like the kinda guy that, when he first sees scoop'd Michael, just goes "yooo sick dude!"

YOU GET IT… I’M GLAD y’all get and like Jeremy,,

#ask reply #literally exactly the vibes I’m trying to give him #I’m so happy yall like him seriously #the whole idea of Jeremy being chipper and Michael being gloomy #is such a good dynamic #I WANT TO DRAWW Jeremy sm more after this!#there’s so much to draw.. I just cook #for him.. for Jeremy the beloved 💗#BTW IM GLAD YALL find him pretty too!!#I was actually surprised by how many comments I got #over how much they wanted to kiss Jeremy BAHA #THE BEST COMPLIMENTS I know I did a good job #more Jeremy soon promise 🩵🩵

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egophiliac · 10 months

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still absolutely losing my mind over Lilia

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #sebek: wow we're so lucky to see lilia-sama at his fighting prime. so commanding! so powerful!#lilia: (straight up stuffs a frog in his mouth without breaking eye contact)#seriously though i did not think it was possible for me to enjoy lilia even more. and yet.#'dragon eggs need love in order to hatch'#ten year old me: gasp. i knew it.#the IMPLICATIONS though!#forget true love's kiss we have true love's baby dragon over here #also twst. twst please. i do feel i need to call you out a little bit on malleus' age #i don't really have a problem with it i was just. surprised.#i mean i GUESS the description of dragon ages was vague enough that malleus being under 200 doesn't inherently contradict it #it could've been clearer okay :(#that said it is true that the younger malleus is the more hilarious his whole world-weary immortal schtick is #'ah...you are all as infants in comparison to me. ' - malleus (age 19)#also lilia being a foundling does explain him not knowing his real birthday. so i will forgive (1) birth-related shenanigan.#auuuugh the parallels between lilia and silver #brb i need to go roll around on the ground and mutter to myself for a while

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stewykablooey · 11 months

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ok but stewy being canonically bi really makes everything about his relationship with kendall so much funnier like imagine being a beautiful bisexual stallion and your fate is to become best friends with and develop a 30 year crush on logan ‘homophobia’ roy’s prodigal son like. imagine having to do deal with kendall’s ‘no homo but my tongue is down your throat’ repressed bullshit for 30 years whilst also dodging the beam of mixed flavor racism homophobia his father directs at you every time he sees you within 5 feet of said prodigal son but also you feel a strange solidarity with this old man because he at least has also accurately clocked and acknowledges that his prodigal son is queer

#like no i dont think stewy is an out proud pride parade bisexual equity bro i think his own relationship to it all is its own thing but.#kendall just casually dropping ‘you kiss guys on molly’ like the most casual thing in the world to zero surprise from the sibs is like.#stewy being a canonical known gay presence in their lives is just so funny #succession #kenstewy #stewy hosseini #m

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turrondeluxe · 6 months

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#click on the read more for a surprise!!!!! :]#it makes me soo happy when kenshi is happy #ahora si puedes ver el yaoi peruano tomas #oooh good lord... they are kissing.....mua...even....oh....#muchas gracias a todos los que estuvieron en el stream estubo gracioso ajajshsgG #johnshi #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #mk1 #mortal kombat #my art

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starwarjotta · 4 months

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“Not that I’m complaining (quite on the contrary, actually), but you couldn’t have waited for two more minutes until the end of the battle to do that, sir.”

“How could I, with you giving me a smile like that, my dear?”

“...fine. I’ll allow it, this once. Sir.”

“:)”

my second @codywanfirstkissbingo work, for “battleground kiss”

#codywan #cwfkb2023 #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #star wars #battleground kisses #Cody is pleasantly surprised #even if he doesn't really approve of the timing of the kiss #but they have almost won the battle anyway so it's fine #he gets to kiss obi-wan #ngl I really liked doing this piece haha I had a lot of fun with it #also I feel like so many of my codywan arts is with them all dirty and battleworn??? but maybe not maybe it just feels so pffft #also cody where is your helmet #cody stop losing your helmet in battle pls #THEM #codywan every day all the time #my beloveds

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atths--twice · 2 years

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This idea popped into my head yesterday and I had to write it down. Hope you enjoy. ❤️

Second Kiss

After a case, waiting in the airport to fly home, Scully takes a step to push their new relationship forward.

January, 2000

Scully watched Mulder as he spoke to the woman at the airport cafe counter. He laughed and nodded as he picked up the coffees and the small bag of whatever he had picked out to eat. Walking away from the counter, he glanced over at Scully with a smile, and took the few steps to the high top table she had chosen.

“Here we go. Coffee and a muffin each. Bran for you, cranberry orange for me and you’re welcome to share mine when you’re sick of eating something so… blah,” he said and she smiled as she took her coffee from him. “Oh, I forgot napkins. Be right back.”

“Cream and sugar, too,” she said, taking the lid off her coffee.

“Oh sure. A muffin is too much sugar, but adding cream and sugar to your coffee is fine,” he said, rolling his eyes even as his lips quirked.

“Yeah, it is,” she said and his grin widened.

“Be right back.”

Again she watched him, smiling as her eyes traveled over his body, lingering for a bit on his backside. He had opted out of a suit, instead wearing jeans and a sweater for their early afternoon flight home. As a result, her eyes had wandered quite a bit more than usual as they had walked through the airport.

God, but he was a good looking man.

Licking her lips, she watched him through her lashes as he turned around, trying to not appear so obvious as he walked back to the table and set the items down.

“Napkins. Cream and sugar. Stir stick. Think I got it all.” He smiled as she looked up at him and her breath caught unexpectedly.

Such a handsome man.

“Thank you, Mulder,” she said. Placing her hand on his forearm, she leaned forward and kissed him.

He pulled back slightly in surprise and she held back a laugh as she leaned toward him and kissed him again. He did not move this time, but held very still, his arm tense beneath her hand.

“Thank you,” she whispered again, her lips ghosting over his as she pulled back and watched him.

His eyes opened slowly and he blinked a few times as he let out a breath. Nodding at her, he cleared his throat and licked his lips, biting the bottom one gently.

“You’re… you’re welcome, Scully,” he said, clearing his throat again.

“You gonna sit down?” she asked, raising her eyebrows as she opened the cream packet and poured it into her cup.

“Yeah, I uh…” he said, nodding as he sat down, his eyes on the table.

She smiled and reached for the sugar packet, ripping the paper open and adding it to her cup. Stirring it with the stir stick, she took it out and then replaced the lid. Taking a drink, she smiled again as she watched him.

“Not hungry?” she asked from behind her cup and he looked up at her.

“Sorry. I just needed a second to be sure that actually happened and then once I knew it had, I needed to commit it to memory.”

She snorted and took another sip of her coffee, her eyes holding his before he glanced down at her lips.

“It’s not as though we haven’t done that before,” she stated, setting her cup down and reaching for the bag of muffins, as she thought of New Year’s Eve. “Quite recently, in fact.”

“Yes, I know. But there I was the one that kissed you,” he said and she gave him a quizzical look.

“And?”

“I just wasn’t expecting it. You caught me off guard.”

“In a bad way?”

He laughed incredulously and rather loudly, causing her eyes to widen as she looked around at their fellow travelers, but no one seemed to notice or care.

“In a bad way,” he repeated under his breath in the same incredulous tone, shaking his head as he stared at her. “No chance I would ever consider any form of that to be in a bad way.”

“Good,” she said, breaking off a piece of her bran muffin and putting it into her mouth. He watched her chewing and shook his head again. “To be fair though, should I warn you next time?”

“Next time?” he asked, his eyebrows raised and a smile tugging at his lips.

“Mmhmm,” she said, chewing another bite and watching him. He took a deep breath and let it out through his nose.

“No. I don’t need a warning.”

“Okay,” she said, trying and failing to hold back a smile. He continued staring at her until she pushed the bag toward him and raised an eyebrow.

He ate his muffin, offering some to her and smiling when she accepted it, and drank his coffee. His eyes flitted to hers often, as people rushed past on their way to their destination.

Waiting at the gate ten minutes later, she looked at him and he met her gaze, his eyes dropping to her lips as he swallowed. She smiled slightly and then stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips gently to his.

He kissed her agonizingly slowly. His hand went to the back of her neck to hold her steady as she moaned and pitched forward slightly, his kiss intoxicating her.

Boarding for their flight was announced, the words buzzing overly loudly in her ears, and they pulled apart, both of them breathing deeply. He rubbed her neck gently and she swallowed hard, her heart nearly racing out of her chest.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” she whispered and he hummed quietly, his fingers pressing into her neck.

“Yes,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.

“And then…” she trailed off, not able to voice what she desperately wanted.

“We… we could order in instead,” he suggested hopefully and she laughed nervously.

“Yeah. That sounds better,” she whispered as he shifted and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, her stomach churning with desire.

“All I know, this plane better fly at the fucking speed of light,” he murmured and she laughed, pulling back and looking at him with a smile.

He kissed her again, stepped back with a deep exhale, and cleared his throat. She put her hand out and he took it, interlocking their fingers as they joined the queue.

“Fast as light,” she echoed, anticipation for what the evening would bring, coursing through her.

“Goddamn right,” he said, squeezing her hand and she laughed once more.

#xf fanfic #the x files #msr #happy #fluff #surprise kissing #laughter #airports #gentle kissing #making plans #dinner date #holding hands #new relationship

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ineffablecollision · 6 months

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apparently this happened

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd 2 #rhys darby #taika waititi #i just stumbled upon this #i take it with a grain of salt but yeah it checks out #no wonder neil said they only had one take for the gomens 2 kiss - xitter fandom is going feral over this and now wants all the bloopers #i'm honestly surprised no one else has posted this here yet????

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mikesbasementbeets · 19 days

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Sometimes I think it's just scary to open up like that. To say how you really feel. Especially to people you care about the most. Because what if... what if they don't like the truth? // Sometimes people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But, you capture the right moment… it says more. // I didn't say it. // You didn't have to.

[remake of my very first gifset one year later]

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #mikesbasementgifs #hiii i rly love making gifs i'm so glad i started it's been so much fun playing and learning and i'm genuinely so surprised and also #proud of myself for how far i've come in a year. theres so much more i want to learn and seeing how much i have visibly improved is #great motivation to keep pushing myself and trying new things... like this actually i've never done a set like this before dhjsfdsdjhs #also if you’ve ever said nice things about my gifs please know that i love you it means the world to me <3333333 #anyway look at these gay boys they want to kiss each other on the mouths!!! (and they will!!!!!)#ok byeeeeeeeeeeeee

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willowser · 26 days

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in a way that i think katsuki can be flustered by intimacy, i think shouto is just plain as day curious.

situations like when you're pressed up against each other on a busy train car, leaning into a familiar touch rather than the unknown, i think shouto has no qualms about being so obvious. you glance up at him shyly, heat burning down your chest, and he's just looking at you, open and unashamed.

so close that you can see him catalogue you, explore in ways he maybe never has before; eyes flitting over the width of your nose and the curve of your lips and your each individual lash. just learning, in the most innocent and interested manner, the new bits of you he'll think of when you're not together.

i think in moments like this that could be deemed romantic—two people in their quiet corner, staring so deeply into the other's face, a breath apart—he's easily engaged, but i don't know if he realizes the significance of it. why it means what it means and why it will affect him uniquely, later on. all the lines you're crossing.

that's also why being kissed by him comes as a complete surprise to you, because i don't think he's planning any of it. he just wants to know, is all, and there's plenty to figure out, with you.

#✿ thoughts: shouto #waaahhh i think about shouto kissing you by surprise so much actually LOL #surprise to you both #it just HAPPENS #bc you're there so close and he's just CURIOUS #he could do it and he wants to and so he does akfahahfaa #it's probably not a deep kiss #more of a press of his lips to yours than anything but he WANTS IT #woof #bye bye bye #i actually think shouto isn't flustered by intimacy and romance bc he simply doesn't register that's what is happening LOL #i think he could more affected by it the further you two go on #later in your relationship he can finally pick up when you're making a move on him and he's like ' oh :3'#LMAO

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ellitx · 2 months

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Entrapment | Alastor x Reader

Okay, hear me out. Alastor being a darling husband he is with his darling wifey is cute and all, but what about a darling wanting to escape from Alastor himself?

word count: 2.3k

warnings: alastor is enough to be a warning already, depictions of blood and gore, toxic and unhealthy dynamic

When you were still alive, he always had his eyes on you and controlled you like his little puppet. You hated it, you hated being commanded and controlled for every little thing you did and if you even dared run away from him, he’d always manage to find you. You hate every atomic part of his existence so much that you’d be willing to kill yourself just so you could escape and get that taste of freedom.

But you can’t and he won’t let you.

Alastor would never allow the tip of the knife nor even a simple piece of office equipment reach your hands. And if someone has the audacity to touch his play toy, it’s time to say goodbye.

You know he’s a malicious murderer, and he knows that you know about it. If you’re feeling brave enough to tell it to the police then go ahead, because by the time you report this to them and leave the station, the next day you find yourself throwing up yesterday’s dinner upon hearing the cops were all dead.

No one will ever believe you that the infamous radio host of your city is a murderer. For a puny citizen like you, what power do you hold to convince everyone? They’ll laugh it off and say you’re crazy.

But it’s crazier how they are all deceived by the facade he puts on. His knife plunged into the chest of your coworker, their blood spluttering on his cheek.

Alastor’s wide smile was strained and wicked, the image of the blood dripping from your head and lips when he entered the broadcasting booth was as clear as his collection of polished knives.

The audacity to lay a hand on you and push you down the stairs. Do they have the right to push you off? Of course not! He’s the only one who could torment you until you break!

He’s the only one who could tarnish your being and leave a wounded mark on your soul and heart, a reminder for you there’s no one but himself who could make you so powerless and helpless.

Do they have the right to make you so confused? To put all the blame on you, as if you were the worst person in the world? To try their best to tear you apart piece by piece? Because, after all, it’s always the fault of someone else, right? The audacity to hurt you more than any human has ever hurt another human being before… The nerve to be sure you will never find true happiness again because you're now scarred for life.

He thrust the blade again, the rains of scarlet droplets continued to pour until his face and glasses were doused.

But he didn’t let it hinder him from making sure they were as good as dead. He lifted his head and took a glimpse at the sky above. It was gloomy, gray, and dark. Not much sunshine.

Alastor smiled, stabbing the knife at the corpse's chest before wiping off his glasses with his clean napkin. Then an idea clicked onto him.

It's the perfect time to give you a little visit.

He laughed under his breath and stood up straight.

He knew his outfit was not in good condition, but oh well... Perhaps, he’d instead leave a gift for you on your porch. Oh, how he wished he could make an unexpected appearance, just to witness the shock and horror on your face as Alastor comes to the hospital drenched in a coat of glistening crimson.

The anticipation of your reaction fueled his excitement, the more he thought about it, the bigger his grin became. If this would truly happen, it will surely be a sight to behold.

Still fragile from your time in the hospital, you stepped through the threshold of your home.

You missed the sight of its familiar structure, the only space you feel safe and protected, away from Alastor and your colleagues.

A sense of relief washed over you. The familiar sights and comforting aura of your own space enveloped you like a warm embrace. But something was different, something unexpected awaited you.

There on the polished surface of your entryway sat an elegantly wrapped box, its rich paper adorned with intricate patterns and tied with a luxurious ribbon. Your fingers traced the smooth edges of the packaging and you checked for any signs who sent it. Alas, no name was found.

Who could have left this for you? And why now, upon your return from the hospital?

You had a bad feeling about it.

As you carefully untied the ribbon and peeled back the layers of paper, you stared wide-eyed at the contents hidden within.

Severed limbs, skin deathly pale and stiff.

Your stomach turned violently and you threw the box away from you, the gift spilling across the floor.

"Oh god, oh my god, what the fuck?!"

You were shaking. What was this? Was this a threat? A sick joke? Your heart thudded heavily in your chest, each beat pounding like thunder. You took a step back and stumbled, falling hard to the floor.

It didn't stop there.

Wounds inflicted on every part of your body, the scars on you began to open, rendering the healing done by doctors and nurses useless.

Wounds made by knives, claws, scissors, guns. Every imaginable instrument of torture. You cried out loud. Your voice pierced the quiet of the night, disturbing the tranquility of the neighborhood.

It was a perpetual and horrid nightmare. Just closing your eyes for even a millisecond, the image of his wide creepy smile flashed before you. You could hear his dark cackles, enjoying the sight of your vulnerable form as he tormented you in and out of your work.

“Run as far as you want, dear. In the end, I’ll always be ahead of you.”

The worst part was not knowing when he would strike next. He could appear anywhere at any time.

And it was all because of his sick game.

You didn't know what to do anymore. How long did you have to keep running from him? How many more days did you have to hide from the world? You were so tired of this, tired of having to live in fear of the monster that hunted you.

But God had finally heard your pleas and granted the wish you’ve been wanting for so long. So when the news came to you that the notorious radio host was dead, relief and happiness flooded every vein in your body.

You rejoiced, celebrating the death of the one who had terrorized you for a long time.

The nightmare was finally over.

The radio station was sullen by the news of their popular host, but you didn’t care. Your work became more efficient. You didn’t feel the need to be so wary and anxious by every move you made in the station. You have finally gained your freedom and the chain that was tied to him has shattered.

This was the best thing you could ever ask for.

Even on your deathbed, it was the best dream. Years without Alastor torturing and tormenting you was bliss. A man’s greatest wealth of freedom.

But then, the dream quickly turned into a nightmare, for it was never over. The demon who you thought was dead rose once again. It was only then you realized that he was never human in the first place. He was a monster.

And now, it was you who were caught in his web.

"My, what a wonderful reunion. Did you miss me, darling?”

The demon before you was mysterious.

Unfamiliar.

But his aura and voice screamed for you, the alarms in your body ringing, to run away from him as far as you possibly can.

The wide smile plastered on his face was all too familiar. Too familiar to be hated in the living and the dead. You’d be a fool if you didn’t recognize it.

You knew who he was. You just kept on denying what was the truth, brushing all the facts laid before you beneath the rag, and keeping your pretty little head away from the politics of Hell.

A demon who is powerful, dangerous, and cruel.

A demon who was feared by the other demons in Hell. A demon who is not to be messed with.

Alastor. The Radio Demon.

It was a miracle, or rather a curse, that you were brought back to life. But now you are a prisoner to this Hell. Trapped inside an inescapable cage with a dangerous beast, you could only hope that your second death would come quickly and peacefully.

But it seemed that fate was not on your side, and Alastor was the ever cruel demon. He did not scar you easily and instead prolonged your suffering, making your life a living torture.

Beads of sweat rolled from your temple. Your hands began to tremble and you felt yourself slowly succumbing to your fear. You had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.

You were cornered, trapped.

Alastor had you where he wanted.

You watched him closely, eyes locked on him and every single movement. If he did something, you would see it.

"Are you frightened, dear?" he asked. His eyes met yours and he smiled. "There is no need to be afraid."

"Stay back! Don't touch me!" you shouted at him. The corners of his lips curled up, his smile turning sinister.

"Now, now, let's not act too hastily."

His gloved hand reached out and caressed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. His red eyes bore into your soul, burning with hunger.

You couldn't bear to look at him. You didn't want him touching you.

"Don't," you whimpered.

"Don't be afraid. You have no reason to be afraid."

Rivers of tears streamed down your cheeks as the fear overwhelmed you. You didn't want him touching you. This man... He was the same one who hurt you, who ruined you.

"Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you here?"

The smile on his face grew wider.

"Do I need a reason? It’s obvious why we’re here," he replied, cocking his head to the side, eyes piercing through your eyes and consuming every little bit of your reactions in his head.

You gulped and stepped back, trying to create some distance between you and him.

"What are you going to do with me?"

He chuckled. "What a silly question! Would a little reacquaintance hurt?"

Reacquaintance? He was talking like this was a casual meeting. Like you were old friends reuniting. But this was the man who hurt you.

"What's the meaning of this?” You sobbed, shaking your head.

Alastor laughed loudly, his grin never faltering, and it makes you sick he finds everything amusing. An entertainment for his delight.

"You never fail to amuse me, dear. Aren’t you the one who killed me?” His antlers grew, his pupils changed to radio dials and his shadow stretched out of him, becoming more demonic in appearance.

You trembled. Your heart beat faster, your legs felt weak, and your mouth was dry.

"I... I…."

He stepped closer, and you stepped back.

Nothing came out of your lips. The words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat. You didn't want to look him in the eyes but his gaze held your chin up high, forcing you to face him. He smiled, and his eyes turned back to normal.

The knees that kept you upright gave in, unable to stabilize you any longer as your body slumped onto the rough pavement.

"Oh, darling," he sighed, the radio static in his voice disappeared as he crouched down.

Your gaze remained fixed on the ground, avoiding any chance encounter with Alastor's piercing stare. Instead, your eyes trailed to his cane, a silent witness to the tense atmosphere between you.

You dared not meet those fiery red optics that seemed to delve into the depths of your very being, dissecting every nuance of your expression. Fingers clenched tightly, you seek some form of solace in the texture of the barren earth beneath you, as though it could take you amidst the storm brewing within.

Alastor took your chin between his fingers and delighted your vulnerable form. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy and cheeks stained with tears.

"Fate has intertwined us together, dear. Run from me, I’ll always find you."

You didn't know what was more cruel—being brought to hell when you only wished for peace or being toyed around with him after death.

The nightmare you once thought had finally ceased returned to resume its cycle in the afterlife.

"I'll never get away from you..." You said, voice low and wavering. All hope was lost and so was your faith to continue living in this fiery pit of Hell.

"That's right. Good girl," He patted your head, taking a few strands of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. You fought the impulse to recoil, suppressing the urge to swat his hand away.

The consequence of such defiance weighed heavily on your mind; after all, provoking one of hell's overlords was a gamble you weren't willing to take. So you held your ground, masking your inner turmoil beneath a facade of obedience, unsure of what consequences awaited should you dare to challenge the infernal authority before you.

In the dim light, his hand tenderly brushed away the tear tracing its path down your cheek. But as your eyes met his, a glint of something primal flickered in the darkness, casting an eerie glow upon his sharp, yellowed teeth.

Upon the moonlight, his crimson irises blazed like embers, drawing you into their hypnotic depths with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"But fear not, darling. I can promise you a good time. And now that I found you again, we can pick up from where we left off. It will be just like old times."

#hmm i love me toxic dynamic pairings #im quite surprised most of the fics i found were wholesome #which i admit are very cute #but the toxicity of alastor tormenting his darling??#mwah chefs kiss #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #elliwrites

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