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STRICTLY BUSINESS !
ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader
tags. a lot of misogyny, sexual harassment, p in v, leon is a creep omg, dubious consent but she agrees ultimately 😭
note. HAII can’t bother to change my dividers despite the theme change .. not edited so please ignore mistakes! og re4 leon btw .. no other leon.. :3 honestly I will probably write a longer fic like this bc.. I didn’t make it fleshed out enough 😭 rbs and feedback so appreciated :3
tumblr has started to remove fics that for example use tw non-con and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.
Tuesday October 21st, 2004
“You’re kidding me, what a treat,” Leon Special Agent Kennedy still gets frisked when he steps foot into the BSAA headquarters. He’s done more for America than Washington ever did, and that guy’s on the dollar bill. You’d think that after rumours spread of you being bent over in the Oval Office, being the main suspect in a presidential affair, they’d give you more credit. “This is my favourite part.” He says, straight-faced.
“Kennedy,” Redfield’s smile is seething, more constipated than it is friendly, like the mere sight of Leon brings him immense pain. “Hands against the wall.”
“You want me to bend over too?” He asks, very seriously, because Leon is a good boy and he’ll do as he’s told. “I can bend over.”
“Think you’ve done enough of that.” Chris sees Leon as an invasive species of sorts. A snail that gets into the cabbage patch.
“You’re no fun.”
Chris calls out a name he hasn’t heard before, small hands land on his waist. It can’t be Redfield ‘cause his palms easily dwarf Leon’s waist, could wrap around it if they stretched far enough. He glances over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of whoever has the honour of feeling him up.
“Eyes forward,” A less bullish voice commands, “Um, please, sir.” This is a girl, not a woman, but a girl. Women are his favourite, but he can make do with a girl if she’s cute enough.
“Must be my lucky day,” Leon hums in delight as you pat him down, “Oooh, are we doing a cavity search?”
“Well…” You pause, hands lingering over his calf, “I’m not really sure.”
“No.” Redfield grunts in his primitive way.
“No, no cavity search,” You confirm, “I’m… sorry.” You tell him, and you really should be, Leon loves having his cavity searched. Oral, anal, if he had a vaginal cavity he’s sure he would have fun with that too.
“You can go lower, sweetheart,” Leon bites his tongue when you ghost over his belt loops, “Grab my balls while you’re at it, I don’t mind.”
“Knock it off, Kennedy.” His first real warning, ‘cause Chris speaks in his Captain voice not in ape sounds.
“I’m kidding, you can take it easy, big guy.” His mind wanders as you touch him up, getting to his chest in which you find a flask tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket, it’s confiscated promptly.
“Are you stupid?” Hunnigan asks, as his handler or glorified babysitter, she must accompany him to every teensy, little task. Her question is rhetorical, obviously.
“She’s just so sweet to me, I call her Honeygan.” Leon tells no one in particular.
“No you do not, Leon.” She says, cerebral and unfrisked, which begs the question of why only he gets borderline harassed on BSAA grounds. Not that he’s complaining.
“Hi there, cutie,” He doesn’t smile often for ladies, they like the whole brooding thing he’s got going on, but he really can’t hold it back. All teeth and everything. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here? Did you get lost, need help finding your mommy?”
“Kennedy,” Second warning, it goes unheard, or unprocessed, or rather Leon does not give a single shit.
“How old are you, sweetheart?” He puts his hands on his knees, like he’s crouched down talking to a toddler. “You look like a baby.”
“Twenty-one, sir.” Of course you are, lamb-faced and bright-eyed. That’s far too little. Then again, old enough to drink, old enough to suck dick. If a girl can knock back a shot, she’s likely to swallow - not spit.
“Oh, and do your Skechers light up, sweetheart?” You should be at home, burping a Baby Alive doll, pottering around an all-pink, plastic kitchenette. Doing things that girls do.
“What…?” You glance over at Chris cluelessly.
With this, he’s guided very forcefully by the scruff of his neck, his popped collar, to where the meeting is taking place. Chambers is there, and she’s grown within the last few years. She stretches back in her seat, her tiny tits jut out when her back bows. She hasn’t grown in that sense. You stand guard at the door in tactical gear, it’s like putting a spiked collar on a puppy and passing it off as a guard dog. He’d once thought of the BSAA to be pragmatic, they talk rationally while STRATCOM talk a lot of fancy shit in their Italian wool suits, but to put a young girl in charge of such a strenuous task? Leon takes it all back. They’re a bunch of brutes, hunched over sucking the meat from animal bones, girl bones even.
“Focus.” Valentine, bold and busty, sits beside him “She’s twenty-one.” Back off, is what she means. They’ve had brief encounters, but she’s a woman of few words, her sneer keeps him away as it does most men. She could use some dick.
Leon is well aware of your age considering you told him an hour or so prior. Like he said before, he likes women, not girls, but you’re certainly cute enough. “I know, too young.”
“She’s capable,” Jill shrugs, “Real brave kid,” This is the problem, it’s not bravery, it’s stupidity and Leon of all people knows the difference. Jill stands up when the meeting comes to its end, she’s the first to leave, pats your head on the way out.
The room clears out, you stand still and upright as he approaches. “After you, sir.”
“That’s not how it works,” Leon chides, “Ladies first, sweetheart.”
“After you, sir, I insist,” You’re getting impatient, antsy, “And please don’t call me that.”
“What would you prefer? Babe, baby, honey, babycakes, sweetpea,” All the classics, “Sugartits?”
“With all due respect, sir, fuck you.” You look at him with such discontent it makes him hard.
“Girls shouldn’t talk like that.” Leon stumbles slightly as you barge past him and exit. He finds it funny, he cracks another smile, shame no one’s here to see it, it’s quite beautiful really. His eyes follow the movement of your hips, the swell of your ass that’s hidden beneath those bulky cargos as you stomp off into the distance.
Monday November 1st, 2004
It sits on your desk like a harbinger of doom. A threat that signifies the end of the world, which is everyday in your field. This is the end of your life. No one else’s. This ostentatious display of affection is where it all starts.
“Nice flowers,” Piers comments, and it’s a totally innocent remark, because initially you had thought the exact same thing. How thoughtful, right? Flowers, tons of them, in all shades. You’re not a flowers kinda girl, but you’re not rude, you appreciate the gesture. That’s just how you’ve been raised, the vase mom bought you hasn’t been put to good use either.
You made the mistake of reading the card attached. In barely legible handwriting, all the swoops and loops throw you off, is that an E or a 3, it’s scrawled in leaky black ink that smears easily, crumpled it up the moment you saw who signed it off.
From his cokewhore nose to his insoles, you have no intentions of liaising with Agent Kennedy, much less going on a date with him. He might be charming from afar, but the moment he opens his mouth— oh, how you wish you could sever his tongue and put it in a jar. Might even go the extra mile to pickle it and feed it to him.
The note gets tossed in the trash, you attempt to dispose of the flowers the same way, stuffing them down into the bin beneath your desk. An incinerator would be preferred, but this will do for now. You’re shaking as you rid of them, rolling back your shoulders to relax, you can’t get him off of you. The scent of his biting cologne is in the back of your throat. It stings. He hasn’t done anything as of now, there’s just something about Leon that makes you uneasy.
Thursday November 4th, 2004
Stupid girl. You’re a stupid girl for thinking it was ever over, men like him persist until they wear you down, grind your bones into dust. Today it’s a box of decadent chocolates, you have to admit, they look good. Wasting food makes your gut ache with guilt so you place them on a table in the staff room.
“That’s not very nice, Godiva’s expensive.” Tight-lipped and repulsive, Agent Kennedy stands in the doorway. Why he’s here? You have no clue.
“Sir,” You fix your posture reflexively, “I appreciate it, I’m just not… a fan.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, sweetheart.” Leon cocks his head to the side, the lack of mirth in his tone is chilling. “I waited for you on Monday.”
“I never accepted, sir.” You tell him, “I’m flattered, but I didn’t have time.” And you never will have time for a man like him.
“You didn’t show, I looked like an idiot, that sweater makes you look kinda big by the way,” He says breezily, slips it in seamlessly with his complaint.
You don’t register it, blinking at him dumbly. “I hardly think this is appropriate.”
“Sweetheart,” Leon cups your cheeks, his fingertips are icy on your burning skin, “I don’t go on a lot of dates, so you should count yourself lucky.”
“Sir, what're you doing here?” You question, trying so badly to bypass the system failure that’s taking place in your frazzled brain.
“I have some business, but that’s none of your business is it, cutie?” He taps your nose, “I think you’re too little to get it anyway. Y’know, you take orders well, I thought you’d be a good girl.”
“I’m not a dog,” You scowl.
“Smile, sweetheart, shouldn’t pull faces like that.” Leon pats your cheek, then he turns on his heels and leaves as quickly as he came.
Friday November 5th, 2004
Agent Kennedy is on the premises again, this leads to you ducking into doorways, turning sharp corners into endless corridors— Anything to escape his gaze unscathed. Unfortunately, running has never been your strong suit, it requires some agility, you’re a no-nonsense kind of girl, face the issue head on with your bare hands. You’re capable. So capable. You’re strong, and you have a gun. When your fists fail you, your gun sits cold on your hip. Not that shooting Leon S. Kennedy would ever be a good look in someone’s dossier, but it provides you with some relief.
“There you are,” Quiet, he emerges from the shadows like he materialised right then and there, Agent Kennedy is stealthy, you suppose, “I missed you,” He’s hot on your heels, the bitterness of his scent begins to cloud your mind, “You look good from back here, should wear a skirt more often.”
Don’t speak. Don’t speak. Don’t speak. As much as you’d love to give him a piece of your mind, you fear he’d take it in stride, entertained by your outburst. Leon feeds on attention. He follows you for the entirety of your journey to the ladies room. “Sweetheart, speak to me.”
You’re a fool for thinking he has the decency to wait outside, let you do your business, and then once you return he can begin sweet-talking in your ear once more. Of course, Leon shoulders the door when it shuts on him, he jams his leg in the cubicle door when you try to lock him out. Too slow.
“Did you want to watch me piss, sir?” You ask, putting on your bravest face, as if your heart isn’t about to fall out of your ass and land on the floor with a wet smack. He scares you more than any virus-addled nutcase ever has.
“No,” Leon frowns, and it’s the first time he hasn’t had a witty remark, “Do you think I want to see that shit?” Oh, that offended him.
“I’m sorry for assuming, sir, but it’s just that you are,” You make a mild gesture at the toilet, “In the women’s restroom.”
“I know,” He’s still frowning, and you don’t like it. “I need something from you, babe.” Babe. Holy Mother of God, that’s worse than sweetheart, it sounds infinitely more sleazy.
“What can I do for you, sir? You got a kink?” Once more, you point to the toilet, the scumbag bites the inside of his cheek. His tongue wets his bottom lip as he hunkers down to press his pointy nose to yours. You hear him sniff around in the crook of your neck, like he’s chasing white lines without a straw.
You’re brave. You’re capable, so capable, Miss Valentine has told you the same. What would she do? What would she do? Quick-thinking, improvising, it’s not your thing— Your fingers itch to take out your gun and press it to his temple. Your own temple at this point.
Leon isn’t stupid, he takes your hand, brushing your knuckles with his lips, then he forces you to face the wall. “Hands on the wall, babe, it’s my turn.”
“Sir,” The argument dies as quickly as it comes to mind, fizzling out on your tongue.
“I won’t hurt you, babe, I know you’re little.” He almost coos, fingers tracing over your shoulder blades, then your spine, then his thumbs slot into your back dimples. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, it doesn’t look right, holding guns and shit— You’re too pretty for that, I bet it hurts your arms, don’t it? Oh, you poor thing. I really care about these things, I’m a feminist, sweetheart.”
No. No, you’re strong, you’re well trained— You’re the best Captain Redfield has to offer. “Mr. Kennedy, please, I’m sorry about the date.” There’s a warmth that presses to your back, “It was an honest mistake—“ His dick, he’s got his fucking pig dick on your back. “Get off of me.” Yes, you’re trained in combat, but against him, admittedly you have nothing on him. And it pisses you off more than his dick does.
“Cool it, babe,” Leon takes your wrists in his hand, keeping them behind your back, you hear him spit on his cock from above. The shlick, shlick, shlick of his wet dick being pumped has the acid in your stomach reacting badly with your lunch. “You’re hot, you ever think of going into porn?” Agent Kennedy is whiny during sex it seems, his voice gets airy, you take some amusement in that. As much amusement as you can in this type of scenario.
“I think you’re disgusting, sir,” Wetness splatters over the back of your sleeveless turtleneck, it soaks into the fabric. Leon kisses the nape of your neck, he tucks his cock away, wipes the sweat from his brow and leaves like he was never there in the first place.
The panic sets in a good five minutes later. He’s made you dirty, in a frenzy, you tear off your shirt in the public restroom, dunking it under the sink to wash it clean. A few ladies filter in and out, ask if you’re okay when they see you in your bra, scrubbing like a mad woman.
You smile your best smile, it’s your worst smile. The hand dryer does little to help you out, even when you wring and ring the fabric into the sink basin, all excess water and cum running down the drain, it’s weak. It’s hard to care in this state, hands trembling as you put it back on, the wetness only reminds you of him, it’s black so unless someone has the pleasure of bumping up against you - it’s likely no one will notice.
Visiting HR is new to you, the elevator dings and you step out onto a floor that’s entirely alien. With a foggy mind it’s harder to navigate the rooms, the people, the desks. A pretty lady leads you to the right place, an even prettier lady sits behind a desk. Her face is weathered, slightly mean, but she’s kind when she smiles.
“I’d like to report… I’d like to report,” Your hands are braced flat on the desk, slumped forward, “To report… I want to…”
Her smile is kinder this time, laced with sympathy, “Take your time, sweetheart,” No, don’t call me that, she takes note of how you bristle, “Take a seat and calm down, alright?”
“No,” You shake your head, insistent on getting it out here and now, “Special Agent Kennedy, Leon Kennedy, Leon Scott Kennedy, I want to report him for… I want to report him for— “
“Sweetie,” The lady, sympathetic once more, takes your hand, “I’m afraid I can’t do anything about that.”
“What? Why? You don’t understand, he—“
“Agent Kennedy, he doesn’t work here, he’s not in our database, and taking it up with STRATCOM, well, that’s a whole ‘nother issue.”
“Right,” How stupid can you be? Stupid fucking asshole. It isn’t even a loophole, it’s just totally legal, you can’t do anything. “Right, of course, I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
“Babe, there you are,” Leon revels in your jumpiness, it’s cute. Girls are cuter when they’re shy, when they need a big, strong man to keep ‘em safe. Stoicism doesn’t suit you, anxiety does, it makes your eyes glimmer in the same way Botticelli angels do, your lashes have no end to them. “I missed you.”
“Aren’t you busy saving the world and all, sir?” Still feisty, if it were up to Leon, he’d fuck you silly. Get it all out of you.
“You’re funny,” He says dryly, lips forming a line, “How about that date?”
Rather than exasperation like he had expected, there’s astoundment. “Are you… Are you serious?”
“Duh,” Leon nods, “I thought about it, cutie, I’m happy to give you a second chance.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking— Do you seriously think I would ever say yes to you?” Your brows furrow, they need a clean up, nothing some tweezers can’t fix, he’d have to sort out those forehead wrinkles too, you’re much too young for that.
“Nobody says no to me,” Leon responds with ease, “I don’t know why you wouldn’t, sweetheart, I really thought we had something.” His lips twitch, it’s painfully easy to rile you up. The temper is funny short-term, but long-term not quite as much.
“We,” You point at him, then at yourself, “We have nothing, sir, and if you touch me again, I swear on my life I’ll—“
“What will you do, sweetheart? Cry to your mommy about it?” He edges closer to you, till your sides are warm in his hands, “Little girls shouldn’t talk big, you don’t get to call the shots.”
“I’m not, I’m not a little girl, but you’re a fucking creep, and I will tell Captain Redfield, I will tell him.” And he’ll deal with you, Leon guesses. Stupid little girl, as if Mr. President would let a prick from the BSAA land a hit on his most prized possession, other than First Daughter Ashley Graham.
“See, baby? You can’t handle anything on your own, you’re too little.” He smiles, if your balled up fists say anything, it’s obnoxiously smug, “Oh, are you getting angry at me, baby? That’s no good, why don’t you smile for me?” Leon uses his thumbs to forcefully stretch your cheeks upwards, “C’mon, babe, smile for me.”
“Get off of me,” You twist out of his grip, pumps click-clacking as you desperately try to escape him, but it’s clear you’re new to them, getting the heel caught in each crack— Leon could do better.
“They make your legs look great,” He whistles, never less than a step behind, “Think you should wear ‘em everyday, field work ain’t all that, y’know? I could get you a job over in my building, filing and shit, could wear a skirt everyday.”
“Sir, do you ever shut up?” Comes your shaky yet clipped reply.
“I got plenty more where that came from, babe,” Leon says shamelessly, “Let me take you home, sweetheart, I’ll show you a good time.”
You shiver at the mere thought, shoulders lifting to your ears as you shake yourself off. Leon grabs you from behind once more, this time he’s got a handful of your tits. Without that bulletproof vest, you’ve got a great figure, shit made you square. This pencil skirt and turtleneck combo is flattering, and Leon has to admit, he’s always had a thing for office wear.
To your credit, you put up a good fight, a few more years of training and you would knock Leon flat onto his ass. That’s why he’s gotta save you while he can, girls shouldn’t get to that point. Especially not ones like you. “I’ll leave you alone, sweetheart, if you just give it to me once.” His lies are convincing, he takes your silence as consideration to his offer.
“Once,” You repeat, “Just once?”
“Just once.”
“I’ll bite it off.” You claim.
“Sure you will, babe.” Leon snickers, and because he’s Special Agent Kennedy, he gets his way. Through determination, blood, sweat, tears and a load of cum.
“Keep those on,” He tells you, nodding his head towards your heels as the two of you enter his apartment. “Take that off, and the skirt too.” Leon instructs, and you do as he says, “Good girl.”
He gives you a once over. Not bad. There’s always tweaks that could be made, while all women are beautiful to him, it comes natural to most, they could still be better. Perkier tits, shapely legs, nicer ass— Y’know, you could work on it.
“C’mere, cutie,” Leon pats his lap, begrudgingly you oblige, the mattress sinks with your combined weight. He snaps your bra strap, it pings back on your supple skin, then he reaches back to unhook it. Yeah, Leon can do it one go, you might not look impressed, but he knows you are deep down. “Look at that.” These tits, they have no room on the battlefield, seriously. He squeezes them, the fat spills past his fingers, the BSAA can’t be risking such valuable assets.
He can’t pinpoint your exact feelings, there’s irritation on your face, but when he lays you down, spreads you open, there’s a wet patch on your panties that’s telling of your true nature as a girl. It’s just primal instinct, right? Getting wet when there’s a handsome man groping you. “Aw, I told you we’d have fun, baby.” Leon takes your limp legs, tossing them over his shoulders, he slips your panties off, disappointment floods his system when he sees you’re not shaven bare. He’ll have to skip giving head then. Which is a shame, ‘cause most times it’s fun to see girls squirm on his tongue.
The pad of his thumb meets your clit, he dips downwards past your folds to gather some slick, smears it back over your bud. Part of him wants a taste, his fingers aren’t enough, Leon wants it straight from the source itself. Though it’s totally against his code of conduct, his tongue laves over your spread pussy once. He doesn’t let himself get carried away.
Instead, Leon opens you up around his fingers, scissors them into your tight hole to stretch you out. He keeps his thumb rubbing over your clit, he’s good at multitasking, and it’s the only thing that gets you whimpering, though most of it is muffled into your fist. He deems you wet enough, or he’s just very impatient, and it’s definitely the latter, Leon can admit it.
“You ready, babe?” Leon asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer as he slides into you, to the hilt, and raw. You let out a shuddering gasp as his cock knocks the fleshy opening of your cervix.
Then, you have the gall to ask, “Is it in yet, sir?” Despite the fact that you’re still trembling, shaken up by the sheer size of him. Leon can be humble, he knows it’s not that big, but for inexperienced little things like you it must be a real challenge. You take to it well, after the first few thrusts, the discomfort seems to fade, and your back arches against your will. A real cockslut born and bred.
He fills you up, fucks you like he wants to tear a hole through you, “You need to shut your mouth sometimes, sweetheart. I don’t know who raised you, but girls shouldn’t talk back like that.” Leon grips your jaw tight, forces it open so he can spit down your throat, much to his dismay you send the ball of spit hurtling back towards his face. He closes his eyes, hips stilling within you, then he brings his palm down on your cheek. It’s encouragement to behave.
You’re stunned, yelping sharply as he hits you once more, grinding deep into your wet cunt, the squelch gives you away. The way you’re sucking him in, like you’re a glutton for dick, how your hip bones smack into his each time you raise ‘em up— it's so clear you’re enjoying it. You like this, you like him, just needed a man to show you, to put you in your place.
Leon’s kind enough to keep pressing down on your bud, when he pulls out, your pussy clenched tight around the fat head of his cock, it begs him so sweetly to fill you up once more. He bottoms out, you jolt, legs slipping from his shoulders and wrapping around his waist. It’s then he’s reminded of your heels, they dig into his back, and your little hands come to rest on his ass to force him deeper and deeper, which Leon isn’t all that fond of, but you’re an unruly girl.
“Look how bad you want it.” Leon licks into your mouth, sucks on your tongue, “I knew it, baby, I knew you wanted it.” He drives his hips into you with such force, pussy gushing around him, your release trickles out of you with each thrust. “Messy girl.” He taunts, abdomen wet and his cock wetter.
You’re hit with aftershocks as he continues to pump into your sensitive pussy, clit twitching, he has enough sense to pull out. Leon isn’t an idiot. His cock rests heavy on your stomach, he urges you to take it in your hand, and you do. His hand wraps around yours, helps you jerk him off like you should’ve been glad to do in the restrooms earlier. “That’s it, you’re getting good at it, baby, you’re learning.” Leon’s load is sticky, shooting ropes of pearly white over your fingers, dripping down your wrist.
“Sir, this is it now, isn’t it?” You get down to business fast, acting like your pussy wasn’t springing a leak on his cock, “You’ll leave me alone now? If you don’t, I really will tell him, I will do something about it I swear on my fucking life.”
He says yes, but Leon is already thinking of what to send you next week. On Monday it might be a teddy bear, the ones that hold stuffed hearts in their stuffed arms. Tuesday, another bouquet, or a dress, a tight one that brings out your eyes. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, he has plenty of time to chase you again.
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Scar Tissue ☆
cooper day x fem!reader
summary: you were hanging out with your best friend Cooper when he discovered your biggest secret you’ve been hiding from him.
warnings: mostly sfw (aside from triggering stuff), s/h scars, talks of medication, depression
(i cant write fluff for the life of me, so this might be a little shorter than usual)
You and Cooper had been best friends since the first grade. You knew everything about him, and he knew almost everything about you. Except your 2 day old self harm scars. this was the only time you’d done it, when a jock asked you out, just to make fun of you and leave you at a Whataburger at 1:30 in the morning.
Cooper was writing about his oncoming ‘liberation’ from his family. He sat at his desk, typing on his silver, sticker-covered laptop. He mumbled under his breath, his words incoherent as you laid on his bed, listening to Death Cab For Cutie on your ipod. Cooper groaned, slamming his laptop shut.
“Shit, Cooper!” You jumped, ripping out your earbuds. Cooper looks back at you sighing.
“Sorry,” He mumbled, laying down next to you. You smile at him, and he smiled back weakly. Cooper never worried, he was very laid back, very introverted. But the moment you reached over him to grab something, it’s like his whole world stopped.
Cooper grabbed your arm, pulling up your sleeve. Before you could protest, Cooper inspected your arm nervously, his eyes darting all around it.
“Did you-?” He asked softly, looking you in the eyes.
“Why do you care?” You sniffle, holding back tears as you try to take back control of your arm.
“Because i want to see how many times i wasn’t there when you needed me,” Cooper stated in his averagely monotone voice. but for some reason, it had a hint of emotion…guilt? sadness…? You try to shrug it off, but Cooper won’t let you. You thought he’d continue to push the subject further and further, but what he did was really unexpected for him.
He hugged you. Cooper hugged you.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He did seem a little bit uncomfortable since his breathing was a little shaky, but he still held you. He grabbed your arm gently, running his thumb over the scars.
“They’ll heal,” He said softly still studying them as he held you. You just looked up at the ceiling. You knew they’d heal, but…something about Cooper touching them made them hurt less.
Something about Cooper touching you made your world hurt less.
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♰𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈! /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿
Notes: I promised you guys I'd give them to you, so here we are. Anywho! Here's all the Argenthill (Argenti/Boothill) headcanons that I have. If you'd like, drop some other scenarios for these losers that I can use next time <3 (FYI, sorry if the formatting is a bit weird! Will potentially change it in the future)
Pet names (for each other)
Boothill: Darlin', rosey, hun', sweetheart, cutie, pretty boy, sugar, dimples (my hc for Argenti!), snookums (joke)
Argenti: Dearest, my rose, honey, lovely, dove, beloved, loverman (yes, based off the Ricky Montgomery song)
Hands
Boothill (when he had human hands): Pretty rough and calloused, maybe a few old scars here and there, wears rings a lot, probably bites his fingernails (causing them to be very jagged or even bleed due to his shark teeth)
Argenti: Very smooth and well taken care of, occasionally painted nails, but always trims them, a few moles here and there
Sleeping positions/habits
Boothill: Snores, knocked out like a light every time he sleeps on top of Argenti (wasn't really held that much), only wears red flannel pants to sleep (....whore...)
Argenti: The only one used to it, occasionally drools, usually sleeps on top of Boothill due to his robotic body, always gives Boothill forehead kisses when the outlaw does sleep on top of him. Night gown, bunny slippers, sleeping mask, you get the gist.
Both pretty light sleepers, but Argenti is definitely a bit heavier than Boothill
Both/Customs: They normally hold hands and face each other's foreheads when sleeping
Mornings:
Boothill usually wakes up before Argenti (which results in Argenti to stir and wake up himself), but Boothill always gives him a kiss to the back of his head and whispers a "Rest easy, hun'" or "Get some sleep, darlin'"
Random "opposite" headcanons
Boothill: Likes Venus fly traps. Collects bottles caps, lighters, hour glasses, and marbles
Argenti: Likes white roses with red tint. Collects small potion like bottles, candles, pocket watches, and jewelry
Drink dates:
Boothill takes Argenti out to bars, while Argenti takes Boothill out for tea parties. It's unusual to see an outlaw like Boothill sip from a tea cup, and weird to see a knight like Argenti to sit at a large stool sipping some wine. But it's a wholesome moment between the two and pretty healthy by introducing each other to stuff that they like that the other might not be too used to. (They make me ill)
Movie nights
Boothill's main movies: Django unchained, The harder they fall, Silence of the lambs, and The man who knew too much (Action, Thriller, Western revenge, and occasional Sci-fi)
Argenti's main movies: Pride & Prejudice, Her, Melancholia, and Elizabeth (Drama, Fantasy, Crime, and occasional Period romance)
Together, they create Brokeback Mountain (they sob everytime they watch it)
Dancing
Boothill: Tango, Quickstep, and Waltz. Literally flustered the entire time
Argenti: Ballroom dance, Foxtrot, and Waltz. Helped Boothill learn how to waltz
Cooking
Boothill: 4/10. Considering he's mostly robotic and usually gets drunk, he doesn't have that much knowledge when it comes to cooking. The worst is it being extremely burnt, and the best is when it's edible and helps you live long enough
Argenti: 6/10. Just a smidge better than Boothill, still a bit clueless when it comes to cooking. Rather a baker than a cooker
Carrying each other
Boothill: 8/10. Literally so easy. The only -2 points are that he can still slightly feel the weight (more noticeable when Argenti is wearing armor) and if Argenti has collapsed or is injured in his arms
Argenti: 7/10. A bit harder to carry cause of the large amount of metal (he's a strong boy, so dw), maybe a bit shaky the first few times Argenti picked him up
Random extra hcs and I don't know where to put </3
Boothill has flirted with Argenti many, many times when drunk, not even realizing that's his partner. Argenti always teases the cowboy about it the next day.
Boothill: .... why do ya' have.. mushrooms?
Argenti: I just think they're neat!
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Your OCs/self-inserts + their theme song + quote from the song that charactirises them
Tagged by the cutie @valyrra 💕with this picrew , I wanna try it today with Bunny Eden in my AU Spiral
Her song is Rabbit Heart by Florence and the Machine
The lyrics:
Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I've made the final sacrifice
We raise it up, this offering
We raise it up
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Taglist: @chloekistune @graveyard-party666 @alypink @kaitaiga @statichvm @onehornedbeast @themotherofhorses @cassietrn @socially-awkward-skeleton @thewanderer-000 @thedeadthree @priceseyes @decayhearts @sinclxirx @alicedarkmair @strangefable @captastra @aceghosts @kikiharinezumi @katsigian @justasmolbard @dickytwister @theelderhazelnut @elderglocks @caelums-fate @chewbokachoi @yourluckyoswald @moosch @amalkavian @g0dspeeed @simplegenius042 and you (don't feel obligated)
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wow, I re-read your works on Hannibal family and again I am delighted. it's perfection!! i am getting on my knees and begging for more. Maybe how the Hannibal family flirts or seduces the reader.
Here you go, dear. Hope you’ll like it. 😌
Morgan Hannibal Lecter :
Morgan doesn’t flirt. He is practical and wants to have control all the time. This is why he couldn’t possibly comprehend how anyone could possibly not see love as anything else than another pleasurable exchange between two individuals. He had changed the clauses of the relationship contract for you. So much that you were almost free. Was owning your attention really that bad for you ? Or did you simply not find him attractive ?
Morgan rarely bonds with his coworkers. But, you ? It was an instant connection. He immediately sought your undivided attention. And he even dreamt of you. He had asked you multiple times to be his partner, but you had refused each time. He didn’t understand.
So he had settled for the second best thing…watching over you and making sure you have no other choice than him.
"…Fly high, my little fairy." He blew hot air on your shoulders and chuckled darkly before wrapping his fingers around your throat from behind as you slept—blissfully unaware. "Just remember that I can as easily cut them…"
Peter Hannibal Lecter :
Peter is an attention-seeker and a touch-starved boy with very little impulse control. He’d hug you and kiss you and make you hold hands all the time. And the very moment he is not being cuddled with or kissed ? He’d whine and beg.
Peter : "Pleeeaaaassse ! Y/N ! You can’t do this to me !"
You : "…I AM GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER, PETER !"
Peter *bangs on the door* : "PLEASE !"
His love can be overwhelming and he’ll flirt by…being very attentive to your every need and become a true golden retriever. He’d bring you everything you want, be anyone you want and kill whoever you want.
He’d also be the type of boy to fall in love at first sight. Just saying. He wouldn’t hesitate to tell you I Love You the first time you meet. So, be prepared.
Kevin Hannibal Lecter :
Kevin *kisses your temple and hugs you from behind* : "Hey there, ~cutie pie."
Kevin likes to own things. He likes to be very close to his things at all times and as he possesses his art, he likes to be very close to you and remind the world that you’re his.
He doesn’t give a toss that you are talking to your friends or not. When he calls you ? You better answer and be there before he decides to show up and remind you that he isn’t someone to mess around with.
Kevin can be very tender and loving…but what he doesn’t like anyone to know is that he is also very self-conscious. And if he thinks you are going to leave him or go for another man…? There’s no telling what he’ll do to make you stay.
Kevin *chuckles and grips your hip tightly* "Let’s go home, sugar. You and I are gonna have a loooong discussion about always answering your damn phone when I’m the one calling you."
Hannibal Sr. Lecter :
Hannibal Sr. : "How about you and I get some dinner and then, we can eat near the little pond we both love so much ?"
Hannibal Sr Lecter would invite you to dinner and trick you into having you alone before interrogating you about your personal life and what makes you happy. He’d then make sure to show you his most charming side and seduce you.
He’d also bring you gifts of all kinds from his travels and slowly make you get used to him. And depend on him. Until you cannot get him out of your brain, heart or life. He’d become essential to you and make you crave his love before falling in love with you.
Because even love can be controlled, and he refuses to let love control him.
Hannibal Sr *after he fell in love with you* : "My little lamb…You and I are never gonna end. Not even as Death takes you, I am going to keep you alive. Forever."
Hannibal Jr. Lecter :
"Are you alright, my darling ?"
Hannibal Jr. will firstly try to flirt with you with his gestures. A gentle kiss on the cheek here, a brushing of hands there and maybe a little kiss on the forehead to make you feel his 'caring' nature. He would make you see that he is the best you can afford. And make it his duty to sell himself.
Hannibal Jr. Lecter can cook, read and listen. He can be the perfect gentleman in every circumstance and make you feel like you are the only one in the world. He would listen to you and be your comforting shoulder when you need it. He will flirt by being the best man you can find and knowing he’s the best of the best…will finally allow himself to flirt with you with his his words.
"…My darling. I am deeply infatuated by you. May you grace me with the endless enjoyment of your company ?" *extends his hand forward and tilts his head expectantly* "Please ?"
#fandoms#imagine#fanfic#morgan hannibal x reader#kevin hannibal x reader#peter hannibal x reader#hannibal sr.#hannibal jr#hannibal x reader#the hannibal family
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rabbit!LAN WANGJI who unexpectedly warms up for another disciple and Lan Xichen is even glad that his younger brother has a 'friend' until he finds out that you are a shepherd dog and he has a few... questions, especially regarding which one of you started it all and why when he looks at you two, it looks more like you are taking care of and guard LAN WANGJI, but in a more playful and caring manner, while LAN WANGJI looks at you with adoration (even if no one else sees it) and allows you to lead him and take care of him like a lamb, although Lan Xichen knows how strong-willed and stubborn his younger brother is, even if he considers it good traits.
he just almost clings to you, as if to his lifeboat, walking with a vaguely happy expression on his face, and even maintaining the appearance of a well-behaved maiden, Lan Xichen sees how much his brother adores you by the time LAN WANGJI has had a single 'friend' for several years and drives anyone away from you himself, but you continue to guard him like a 'little lamb', and he nods modestly, although pleasure splashes in his light iris.
you go everywhere together, and Lan Xichen is no longer sure whether it's his younger brother's whim or yours, because judging by the way you hold hands and pull him while he does not take his eyes off you, this is some kind of your inner thing in your relationship. he is happy to see his brother happy anyway — especially when he sees that LAN WANGJI allows you to groom him and grooms you in return, maintaining the necessary level of social interaction between rabbits, and you even try to copy his behavior in order to interact better, from which LAN WANGJI throws a glance at you and then puts his head on your shoulder, and Lan Xichen is touched from this warm atmosphere around you.
especially when LAN WANGJI comes to him for... personal advice about communicating with canine hybrids. his face does not change, but the way his ears burn makes Lan Xichen's heart fill with the desire to hug him and assure him that 'everything between him and you is perfect', but he only nods warmly, although LAN WANGJI reads something else in this smile and shyly looks away with an even stronger blush.
cutie.
... perhaps that's why it's strange to see LAN WANGJI alone, with your sword in hand, but with a completely absent look.
and it doesn't get better over the years.
#🥮 — mao dao zu shi#✉.lan wangji#🧸.hybrid au#����.yandere au#then it turned out that you reincarnated and everything is fine#hwhwhwhhwhw
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Probably, the last post is coming soon. I'll either go play games, once I've bought it. Or I'll go procrastinate.
And so hold on to the cutie the Lamb.
#art#artists on tumblr#antro art#sfw furry#headshot#headshot art#the lamb cotl#cotl lamb#cult of the lamb#the lamb#icon art#Bust art
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Incorrect Quotes with my Disney/House Of Mouse OCs Ares and his bed of lambs
Ares: What? Not my lambs. [hugs his lambs] They've always been so loyal to me!
Daisy: But do you want to stay at this club?
Ares: [narrows eyes] Yes
Daisy: Then I'm afraid they'll be no more lambs
Ares: [tears in his eyes] All right, my children. You've got to go. I [sobs] can't keep you anymore!
Unnamed lamb of the bed: Ok Ares sir!
[The children all follow Minnie Mouse]
Ares: No, don't resist. This is how it has to be
[Ares begans crying as he watches his lambs walk away. Mickey, looking awkward and pats him in the shoulder]
[Hades and Dr Facilier get into an elevator, the lamb bed, Pain and Panic attempt to follow but Faciler blocks the flock with his cane]
Hades: Hold it here! [to Pain and Panic] You both are gonna watch those "cheerful cuties" and have em guard the front until i return
[Pain and Panic both salute and the lift ascends]
Unnamed lamb of the bed: Oh look. August is up here [points to the lift which August is inside, pounding on the glass]
Unnamed lamb of the bed: We have names?
[The lift reaches the top and opens, where Hades, Facilier and August walk out. August sees two other villains being Maleficent and Jafar enter. August watches in wonder. Chernabog stomps over her, which makes her move out of his way and falls over to the floor. August follows them in and stands near Hades' seat. Grimhilde, who was sitting next to Maleficent turns to look at August who is staring and waves at her with a smile]
August: [waves at Grimhilde] Your really pretty! By the way, why do you have a crown on your head? Does that make you [gasps] a Queen?
[Grimhilde transforms into an old hag and then cackles at August. August becomes startled, then hides behind Hades' seat]
[As many of the villains leave except for Hook, Smee, Shan Yu, Jafar and Maleficent, who go to an another room. As for August, Hades noticed her walking up to the lift]
Hades: Hey fuzzball. Yeah you, I'm talking to you, c'mere. I got a small job for you.
August: Oh. Yes dear god of the Underland!
Hades: Go follow those villain fellas here and fetch out this gold scarab beetle in here
[August salute and gives chase to the other villains who are in the other room]
[Scene changes to rest of the lamb bed attacking Pain and Panic while their yelling in pain]
[The elevator door opens and Hades is waiting for the lamb August to return after grabbing the gold scarab beetle. She was about to join the others when Hades stops her]
Hades: So, did you get the beetle
August: First, I manage to grab onto it, but they all saw what I was doing so, the pirate grabbed his sword, swiping it at me. Then I jump on top of the pirate's hat and ran fast to the lift, but i was stopped by a staff, but the top of it looked like a snake with red... eyes, and while i stare at the snake's eyes
Hades: And what was the last thing you did
August: ...tried to snap out of it–
Hades: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Let's just keep this whole gold beetle thing [grabs August by the chest] between us. You... and me. Deal? [reaches his hand out]
August: Deal, dear god from the Underland! [reaches her hand out]
[Blue flames rise from Hades' arm, then it surrounds the entire place until it goes out]
[Scene changes to Ares getting ready for bed in his home with his bed of lambs in pyjamas]
Ares: Ah! How was your day with... Hades, my lambs?
August: It was awesome Ares, I went to this meeting and there was a Queen, a pirate and a literal demon!
Ares: Mmm, that's nice!
August: And the pirate grabbed out his sword when I grabbed a golden beetle from the top! And I... was not supposed to talk about it.
[Ares clearly doesn't understand about this]
Ares: Oh. I'm pretty sure that you'll might see the club tomorrow, but now is time for sleep. Goodnight my sheep.~
[The lambs walk to Ares and cuddle together as August yawns to sleep]
#incorrect quotes#source: hazbin hotel#disney ocs#disney oc#house of mouse#disney oc ares#disney oc august#sheep oc#disney ursula#disney jafar#jafar#captain hook#disney smee#shan yu#disney#peter pan#aladdin#little mermaid#mulan#hercules hades#hercules#fantasia#chernabog#maleficent#queen grimhilde#snow white and the seven dwarfs#sleeping beauty#pain and panic#daisy duck#mickey mouse
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I love making playlists and was wondering if you have any songs that you associate with Witch Hat Atelier, The Raven Cycle or Howl's Moving Castle/House of Many Ways/Castle in the Air specifically?
Ooh or Hands if the Emperor?
oh this is a Really fun ask bc I found this really good trc playlist (unlinkable unfortunately) and it’s forever The trc playlist to me.
for witch hat I like a lot of Florence and the machine, but Forgiveness (許) by 4s4ki and silent legacy by Melissa etheridge also go very hard but I don’t really make playlists so. Most of my witch hat songs are ‘listen to while writing German college’ songs.
under the cut is the full TRC playlist written out.
like real people do- hosier
ghosts- the head and the heart
sea of love- cat power
dreams- Fleetwood Mac (or insert favorite cover)
Diplomats son- vampire weekend
arsonists lullaby- hosier
the mortal boy king— the paper kites
rivers and roads— the head and the heart
past lives— børns
I follow rivers— Marika hackman
the anchor- bastille
Bloom- the paper kites
Crooked teeth— death cab for cutie
see you- lady lamb
blame- bastille
5am- amber run
mystery of love- sufjan stevens
spirits- the strumbellas
From Eden- hozier
church- fall out boy
nobody dies- thao & the get down stay down
moving mountains- anima!
the twist- metric
pigeon- cavetown
sick of losing soulmates- dodie
A pound of flesh- radical face
dreaming- small pools
the predatory wasp of the palisades- sufjan stevens
November- sleeping with sirens
October- broken bells
devil in me- halsey
nineteen- tegan and Sara
rewrite the stars- original broadway recording of greatest showman
reflections after Jane- the clientele
The night we met- lord huron
rollercoaster- bleachers
come along (edit)- cosmo sheldrake
Ride- Lana de rey
so much- cavetown
Neptune- sleeping at last
heavens gate- fall out boy
the end of all things- panic at the disco
Willow tree March- the paper kites
Everything is temporary- cavetown
paint- the paper kites
Talk me down- troye sivan
Good times- all time low
Americas sweetheart- Elle king
family- mother mother
ribs- lorde
Call me out- sea girls
Trees- twenty one pilots
scene three: stomach tied in knots- sleeping with sirens
ten feet tall- cavetown
impossible year- panic at the disco
this is gospel- panic at the disco
the yawning grave- lord huron
always gold- radical face
Blue girl- the chromatics
waltz- the naked and famous
midnight city- m83
dream team- Aidan knight
devils playground- the rigs
you should see me in a crown- Billie eilish
teenage mind- Tate mcrae
silver lining- hurts
The wisp sings- winter aid
full circle- half moon run (this one REALLY has the vibe)
maybe we’re home- Lewis watson
wait- m83
July bones- Richard walters
lost it to trying- son lux
heirloom- sleeping at last
meet me in the woods- lord huron
Into the unknown- postcards from mars
welcome home son- radical face
young god- halsey
monsters calling home- run River north (also THE vibe)
let’s kill tonight- panic at the disco
No light no light- florence and the machine
these days are numbered- the head and the heart
hold on- Lewis watson
house of memories- panic at the disco
home- hollow coves
loneliness- SIAM
the funeral- band of horses
drive- halsey
gold- sir sly
another night on mars- the maine
we can try- between the trees
we’ll be the stars- Sabrina carpenter
why- Sabrina carpenter
slow dancing in the dark- joji
talk- coldplay
graveyard- halsey
the other side- Conan grey
Daughter- sleeping at last
if I get high- nothing but thieves
graveyard whistling- nothing but thieves
in this shirt- the irrepressibles
two men in love- the irrepressibles
#the way I make playlists is I throw five to twenty albums into a playlist and set it to shuffle forever. which isnt the usual Playlist Style#long post#do NOT click the read more unless you Really want to read More.
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Nicknames With The Obey Me Brothers’ Part 2
Younger Brothers Edition!
Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie
A/N: You don’t have to agree, again these are just my head-cannons. Just know you’re wrong though
Also not proofread (;￣ー￣川
❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。
Satan <3
Satan to MC
Little Flower (Okay I kinda need to explain this one)
I have a HC with my MC and Satan, that when he's talking about his birth a little bit after that my MC sends him a message through flowers (I'm a florist lol) It had Begonias (meaning intelligence, since he’s smart) Blue Iris (meaning wisdom, from all that information from reading) Daffodils & Lilies (meaning rebirth & new beginnings representing his birth and how it was a new beginning and that's why he’s here. He doesn't have to hold onto how he came into the world just that he and his brothers started a new life in Devildom after the fall.) and Purple Lotus (meaning knowledge since that's his driving force in life to find meaning) And since he reads so many books I bet he's learned some floriography, therefore he knew the meaning behind the flowers. So because of that he calls MC his little flower! :)
Sweet Siren (Okay I kinda need to explain this one)
Okay so again since he reads a lot I figured he'd be familiar with folklore and mythology right? And so he would be using this to refer to how MC was “luring” and “enchanting” him to fall in love with them. Though he does end up entranced with MC despite knowing they'll be the death of him. (like the sirens) (+ in some cultures they are also associated with having hidden knowledge! Gosh I just feel like this fits perfectly! :D)
Pet
Kitty/Kitten (You saw nothing)
Little Minx (Flirty/teasing)
MC to Satan
Sadie (Teasing)
My Beloved
Tiger (Hey he gets to call me kitten!)
Detective (Teasing)
Casanova/Romeo (Okay maybe I like teasing Satan a little too much)
Asmo <3
Asmo to MC
My Goddess
Darling
Dearest/MC dear (Like mine would be Ella dear)
Bombshell (Teasing/Lowkey kinda serious)
Cupcake
MC to Asmo
Darling
Drama Queen (Teasing)
Momo (Teasing)
Cutie
Heart Throb
Beel <3
Beel to MC
Princess
Little One
Dumpling (Based on his surprise guest dialogue)
Pumpkin
Little Lamb (Hehe since we're a sheep? :p)
MC to Beel
Bub(s)/Bubba(s)
My Heart
Big Boy (For more reasons than one ;)
Sugar/Honey
Love bug (Since he's a fly? God I'm a genius)
Big Teddy Bear (Teasing)
Belphie <3
Belphie to MC
My Dream Girl
Sunshine
Bright Eyes
Dork
MC to Belphie
Snuggle Bear
Starlight
Moo moo (Teasing)
My Sleepy Boy
#obey me asmodeus#obey me#obey me simp#obey me shall we date#obey me solmare#obey me swd#obey me brothers#obey me headcanons#obey me shitpost#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#satan obey me#obey me satan#beelzebub obey me#obey me beel#obey me belphie#belphie obey me#asmo obey me#asmodeus avatar of lust#beelzebub avatar of gluttony#belphegor avatar of sloth#satan avatar of wrath#obey me younger brothers#obey me nicknames#obey me beel headcanons#obey me satan headcanons#obey me asmo headcanons#obey me Belphie headcanons#obey me shall we date beel#obey me shall we date Satan
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Teachers Chapter 14
AO3
He pulls up in front of her apartment. Calming his breathing, he steps out of the car. It has been a long time since he was so nervous over a date. There is something special about Claire.
Her door is giving a brisk knock. She answers right away, taking his breath away.
“You are stunning Claire.” He offers he the bag in his hand, “I know flowers are traditional but I thought you would get more use out of…”
She opens the bag and grins. “Perfect.” It is a beautiful set of pens, in different colors.
“Us teachers can never have enough.”
Laying them on the side table, she grabs her jacket. He offers his arm, leading her out to the car.
“I was five so I don’t recall much about them.” She sits across from him, the candles lighting her face. He listens intently, his head in his hands, “Uncle Lamb is great. He was everything to me. I miss him terribly.”
“I am glad you have him.”
“He tried to leave me in a boarding school once. I pitched such a fit, that he quickly gave up on that idea.”
They both laugh. It is easy, this first date, like they have known each other since childhood.
“I can see that.” His hands ache to cover hers, laying on the white tablecloth. Raised a gentleman, he resists.
“So Jamie, tell me something embarrassing from your childhood.”
He thinks on it, his face squishing up in the most adorable way. He is kind, funny, sweet, and bloody hot. She sees the way he looks at her when he doesn’t realize she sees. The attraction is mutual.
“Well, I climbed to the top of Lallybroch, that is what our house is called. Thought I could fly after seeing Superman for the first time. Even if I couldn’t , my five year old self thought he would come and save me. My sister squealed and my da came and grabbed me. My mam swears to this day that I gave her, her first grey hair.”
She is laughing so hard she is almost wheezing. “Oh God,” She grabs her side as it stitches up,” I can see you!”
“I was a cutie.”
“I have no doubt.” Oh! Her hand covers his, “You still are.”
The noise of the other diners fades away as they hold each other’s eyes.
“I really want to kiss you Claire. May I?”
“Yes.” He leans forward.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#teachers#chapter 14#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom#modern au
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Black Cat
Yoongi x Y/N
Word Count: 1,588
Warnings: uh i don’t think any?? if there are any pls let me know!
A/N: unedited, will edit later (OMG I FORGOT TO SCHEDULE THIS ONE 😭)
31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist
You’re walking back home when you hear some noise coming from some dumpsters down the alley. You pause for a second but quickly pick up your pace because no way in hell will you be that dumb one in the scary movies who tries to figure out what made the weird sounds. You continue your walk towards your place when suddenly a black cat appears in your peripheral view.
“Oh my gosh! Hi little cutie!” you turn towards it and bend down to stretch your hand out slowly towards it to not startle it. The cat hisses and arches it’s back, ready to attack if it considers you to be a threat.
You step back a bit to give it a bit more space. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I just want to give you some pets!” The cat seems to calm down a bit, as if it somehow understood you but is still wary of you. It slowly approaches you and its little nose keeps twitching as it gets closer. Once you are able to touch it, you carefully pet between its ears and the cat starts purring and melting into your hands. You start rubbing along its back when you realize that your hand comes back wet and red.
You gasp. “Oh no, you are hurt!” You take off your scarf and carefully wrap it around the cat before holding it in your arms. “I will take care of you. Don’t worry.”
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Once you reach your home, you take the cat into your bathroom and grab the first aid kit. You place it on your counter, leaving it wrapped in your scarf to keep it warm.
“Okay,” you sigh as you pull out the gauze and alcohol. “It’s going to hurt a little bit.” You don’t know why you are talking to the cat as if it can understand you. You pour some alcohol onto the gauze and warn the cat that it is going to sting as you get closer to it’s wound. It hisses at you and tries to swat at you with its claws, but you were quicker and managed to get out of its way.
“Hey, I am trying to help you! No swatting, please.” You pet between its ears and it begins to relax again. You continue petting it as you try cleaning its wound with the other hand to keep it distracted from what you’re doing.
After a while, you manage to fully clean it’s wound, and you wrap it into a fluffy towel to keep it warm. You step away to change into more comfortable clothing before grabbing it without the towel. “Come on little buddy, let’s go make you something to eat!”
You walk into your kitchen and take out some random ingredients that you think the cat would like. You line them up on your counter and place the cat near the items, so it could hopefully pick what it wants to eat. It looks at you with what you would describe as a deadpan face and sits there looking between you and the food.
“What? I don’t want to poison you after I cleaned your wound up! Now choose what you want to eat!” You pout at it, hoping to get it to choose something to eat.
It meows and gets closer to the edge of the counter causing you to freak out and grab it before it walks off the edge. “You’re going to fall!” you scold it as it tries to climb out of your arms and onto the ground. You put it down and it scratches at the fridge’s door.
You sigh and open the door, picking up the cat again so it can apparently also look into your fridge to pick out what it wants to eat. It gets close to the leftover lamb skewers you have, and you roll your eyes. “Of course, you want some meat. At least pick something from what I set out as well okay?” you grab the skewers and set the cat back on the counter.
It heads over to the spinach and nudges it. Once you grab it, it also nudges the cheese and tries to eat some from the still closed package. You shake your head and grab it away from the cat, but not without giving it a couple of pieces of cheese for it to munch on before you give it dinner.
“You need a name,” you say softly as you cut the lamb skewers into smaller chunks and place them into a small bowl. “I am tired of calling you ‘the cat’ and ‘it’. You need a name.”
The cat stops licking its paw and looks up at you tiredly. “How about… Fluffy?” you throw out. It sounds like it gives out a sigh before it turns away from you. “Alright, not Fluffy. Would it be weird if I named you after my crush?” you ask the cat as you start cutting up the cheese and spinach. It turns towards you and tilts its head to the side slightly. “I mean not his name literally, just his nickname I call him by. You just remind me of him a lot.” The cat’s ears twitch a bit as it keeps staring at you.
“Yunki,” you say to it, and it stands up straight. “Huh, you like that?” You smile at it and give it some pets. “I also have to know if you’re a boy or girl actually. Didn’t think about that until now.” You finish Yunki’s bowl and place it on the floor. You grab another small bowl and fill it up with water, placing it next to the food bowl.
You get near Yunki and pet its head. “Do you mind if I check if you are female or male?” Yunki sighs and stretches out on the counter. Taking this as consent, you turn the cat around and check its lower region.
“Congrats, you’re a male!” you giggle petting Yunki’s tummy causing him to let out purrs. You grab him and place him near the bowls.
“Bon appétit,” you tell Yunki as he starts eating his food. You clean up your mess and decide to heat up some leftover food you had from lunch yesterday. You heat up your food and place it on the table. Grabbing a drink for yourself from the fridge, you check on Yunki. He is calmly eating and drinking, making a smile appear on your face.
You sit down at the table, eating and thinking about what you’re going to do now. Can you even consider yourself Yunki’s owner? Where IS his owner? How did he get hurt in the first place? He obviously is well fed since he isn’t skin and bones. It just makes no sense to you any of this.
While you were lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that Yunki had finish his food and was just staring at you from across the room. He notices that you had gone lost into thought and started playing with your food. He cautiously walks over to you and rubs his body on your legs, pushing your thoughts away. You grab him and place him on your lap. He curls on your lap as you continue to finish your dinner.
When you’re about to get up to clean your dishes, you get this random idea and hope that he would be true to your crush’s personality and wouldn’t fight you on this.
You grab his body and stick it into your hoodie pocket and leave his little head poking out. He moves around a bit but stays in your pocket. You grin widely and go into the kitchen—picking up Yunki’s dishes as well—to wash the dishes. You move around carefully to not harm Yunki, but from what you can feel—his purrs—he is enjoying the pocket more than what you thought he would.
You turn off the light and head towards your room to get settled down for the night. You try to grab Yunki out of your pocket—keyword: tried.
He hisses every time you try to get him out and lightly swats at your hand. “Fine, stay in there then.” You roll your eyes and start doing your night routine before turning on your TV. You turn off the lights and rearrange your pillows and blankets to settle in your bed. You pet Yunki on his head. “You want to come out now? We can cuddle?”
Yunki stretches out and steps out of the hoodie pocket and lays on your pillow.
You pull up a movie and lay down, grabbing Yunki and moving him to be able to cuddle and pet him. He yawns and cuddles into you, enjoying your soft strokes.
“Goodnight, Yunki,” you whisper into his fur, feeling him fall asleep in your arms.
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You slam your hand on your phone, turning the alarm off blindly. You stretch and feel your arm bump into something hard. You touch it, thinking that it is Yunki, only to feel that it is not fur that you are touching.
You jump up wide-eyed, looking at the naked back that you don’t remember going to sleep next to in shock. “Oh my god. You’re not Yunki.”
The male shuffles and groans at your voice. “Go back to sleep, it’s still too early” you hear him say. You tilt your head as you recognize the deep, sleep-filled voice.
“Yoongi?” you question hesitantly.
The male freezes at the name and slowly turns around in your bed, meeting your eyes.
“Oh my God, it’s you!”
#sunflowercheol’s 31 days of halloween#yoongi drabbles#min yoongi drabbles#bts drabbles#min yoongi#yoongi#bts
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it's just a bunch of tender songs about roje's brand of love. most of them are sad. a few of them aren't.
(TW DEATH AND BLOOD)
selected lyrics below the cut.
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Salt - Lady Lamb
in your arms, i understand all at once, my life has been building me up to us.
Holding Us Back - Katie Herzig
but if you disappear you'll still hear when my heart hits the ground.
Little Joy - The Chord and the Fawn
dying happens all the time. smiling in the warm sunshine.
Steamroller - Phoebe Bridgers
you're the feeling i get when i'm feeling fine.
In The Absence of Everything, I Promise to Keep You Warm - Flatsound
i'll throw everything i have into the flames just to make it last.
Two - Sleeping at Last
i just want to love you, to love you, to love you well.
Love’s Refrain - Julie Byrne, Jefre Cantu-Ledesma
it's so like me to breathe you, to be lost to desire.
Follow You Into the Dark - Miya Folick cover of Death Cab for Cutie
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I'll follow you into the dark.
Blue - Shannon Lay
don't be sad my love. i won't always be here, but i will love you till my hair turns blue.
Funeral Singers - Sylvan Esso
all my friends are funeral singers, funeral singers, wailing.
Work Song - Hozier
no grave can hold my body down. i'll crawl home to her.
Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers
and i knew then i would do anything you want me to. i would do anything for you
We Are Nobody Else - Lady Lamb
there's nothing lovelier than your laughter, my friend. and there is nothing left i need, i have everything.
Strawberry Blonde - Mitski
all I need, darling, is a life in your shape. i picture it soft and i ache.
Comfort - Julia Jacklin
are you thinking of me too? i was so happy all those years with you.
The Man Who Sees Tomorrow - Uwade
life is warm and then it's cold and time forgives the past. i just hope the love we shared can resurrect the last.
Elise - The Greeting Committee
and all of it spent in the sheets you kick to the end of the bed i make every morning, with your side a bit of a mess.
A Love of Some Kind - Adrianne Lenker
i don't have much, but what i've got is something i can give. and i've found that on your own is no good way to live.
art credit Jen Mazza
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Mum was fixing an area today and found this cutie names Francis. He’s the son of Frank which was a symbol for Tele2. There was commercials on the TV. I really miss those commercials. I had no idea we had this lamb, I have never seen him before. Reminds me so much of Thomas; when I held him it feels like holding Thomas as a baby💖 He’s so tiny that he fits in my hand just like Thomas did💖
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Fuddlewuddle Lamb
a cutie i love this lil lamb !!!! so sweet and nice and friendly and good and love it !!!!
confused on what the texture would be. normally fuddlewuddle have kind of curly swirly fur but it looks more like a regular silky soft bashful... who can say?
ummm but i love how she sits she is amazing and looks very soft sweet and friendly !! the only thing is i like when sheeps have horns... i think the swirly horns are rlly neat but shes a lamb so she wouldnt have them yet so i cant hold that against her !! but in the future i want one with horns plsss
overall she is sweet kind and lovely if anything she might be a tad plain but shes a classic and less is more so anyways 8.5/10
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