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jinnie-ret · 2 years ago

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skz and 9th member reader doing one of the period pain simulator things and reader being completely fine while the boys are Suffering. them realising how bad the period pains are and how the reader just gets on with schedules and dance practice and gym while in immense pain and the boys are just like :00

period pains

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 0.9k (exactly!)

summary: you're keen to see the boys reactions to what you go through every month.

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You didn't mean to make such a dramatic exit when you ran out of the practice room to the toilets, but a girl's gotta go, especially when she's on her period. You didn't want to risk bleeding through your grey joggers that you wore.

Just as you exited the toilets, you had a worried Felix waiting for you.

"Y/Nnie, are you ok? Are you sick?" he frowned, a crease between his brows as he hoped you were not feeling under the weather.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just, you know girl things," you tried to hint, yet he didn't seem to get it straight away, which surprised you, considering he had two sisters.

"Girl things?" he wondered out loud.

"Gosh do I have to spell it out? I've just got some cramps at the moment, I'm on my period," you sighed and rolled your eyes at him, jokingly of course.

"Ohhhhhh..."

"Yeah, now come on, let's get back to practice," you started walking, not turning around to see if he followed or not.

"You sure you're up for it? You can take a break if you need!" Felix wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you walked back into the practice room.

"Felix, I love you, but, I'll be fine haha, I've done this plenty of times before. If I really need to, then of course, I'll take a break, ok?" you couldn't help but smile at his caring attitude towards you.

"Oh, is it that time?" Chan asked as soon as you walked in, overhearing part of your conversation.

"Haha, yes, what gave it away?" you laughed in disbelief at how he could have possibly known.

"The emergency crisps in your bag kinda said it all," Chan lightly chuckled.

Oh.

Makes sense.

"Y/N, do you need painkillers? A hot water bottle?!" Han came up to you, treating you like you were a fragile doll.

"I've taken some painkillers already, it's fine, let's just continue with practice, yeah?" you patted his head to calm him down. What was it with these boys?

"Are you sure you can manage?" Hyunjin warily asked.

"I'm sure. You guys don't need to baby me, let's just continue," you laughed as you shook your head, getting back into position. You didn't miss their obvious glances at you, and whilst a part of you felt warm, another part was wondering how bad they truly thought periods were.

It didn't take long for your queries to be answered. In a special episode of SKZ Code, the boys were all simultaneously being hooked up to period pain simulator machines, which you were keen to see their reactions to.

"I bet I won't even flinch," Changbin smirked as he folded his arms.

"Surely it can't be that bad?" Jeongin thought out loud.

"If you don't think it's that bad, why do you always baby me when I'm on my period, hmmm?" you raised a brow at them. It made quite the moment for the episode, stays thinking you looked very cool in this moment with your blunt attitude.

"Well, you know, it's because..." Seungmin trailed off.

"We see how emotional you can get sometimes but you're an emotional person anyways," Lee Know shrugged.

"Then I bet Chan will be crying by the end of this," you teased your sensitive leader.

"Hey! I have a sister, I know that this will be painful, trust me," Chan held up his hands.

"I think I'll be fine," Han nodded confidently.

"Interesting..." you simply commented back, before the staff pressed the on buttons on the patches that were placed upon their abdomens and you could see the discomfort on their faces straight away.

"This isn't too bad..." Hyunjin's nose scrunched slightly.

"Oh, they're just going easy on you," you said smugly, before the intensity was raised and they started groaning, some of them (Felix, Changbin, Jeongin) started curling into themselves from the pain.

"I don't think I can go on like this," Han dramatically whined as he thrashed about suddenly and whacked Lee Know in the face.

"Yah! Just because you have a low pain tolerance!" Lee Know mumbled grumpily through gritted teeth.

"This feels a bit sadistic, Y/Nnie," Seungmin winced as he watched you smirk.

"Well this is right up your street then," you laughed at him.

"I don't know how girls do this," Changbin whimpered from the ground. Even with his jutdwae he couldn't contain or control his emotions.

"Isn't that enough yet?" Chan looked pleadingly towards the staff who finally turned off the machines, causing all members to relax and sigh in relief.

"Not as easy as you think, is it?" you sat comfortably, one leg crossed over the other.

"I'm so glad I don't have to go through that, let alone do it every month," Jeongin said as his body went lax across a sofa.

"Think how I felt, mine started when I was 12," you revealed, something you would never have needed to but you thought it would be interesting to see their reactions to it considering the situation you were in right now.

"12?! When I was 12 I had barely began auditioning for JYP..." Chan gasped.

"And now look at you, you're an old man," Seungmin casually commented after, leaving all of you in hysterics.

It was a perfect ending to an unexpected segment of a SKZ Code episode, and stays loved it.

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bunnliix · 9 months ago

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When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Twelve

I managed to get through another chapter of this fic hehe. This is just a cute lil chapter because we all need the fluff in our lives, especially myself. <3

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader Summary: Y/n has her realization about what's happening now, and has a talk with Jongho about his actions. wc: 2.8k AU: a/b/o Genre: Fluff/Angst warnings: playflighting, yelling, referencing last chapter's events without much detail, jokes about being hurt, mentions of discrimation and hate against omegas, self-doubt, crying, I think that's it? masterlist

Wooyoung’s laugh broke the silence that followed y/n’s realization. He couldn’t believe that it took y/n this long to realize what they had said back in the conference room. His laughter provoked the others into joining, to which they got yelled at by the subject of their laughter.

“HEY! Don’t laugh at me, there’s been a lot going on, okay? You try being in my shoes today and having this all happen to you and see how you react, huh?” She argued, only to make them laugh even further.

You- You really didn’t realize until now?” Wooyoung questioned her, his words being interrupted by his laughter.

“Obviously not, idiot.” She fired back at the idol, who jokingly reached over to try and grab her.

Seonghwa gripped the back of Wooyoung’s top, stopping the younger idol from reaching her. “No fighting. We just left a fight, we’re not starting another one.”

The restrained idol pouted and whined at Seonghwa. “It’s not like it’s a real fight, I was just gonna play around a bit.”

“And I think we’ve had enough excitement for the day, Youngie.” Seonghwa reasoned, and the other man continued to pout, and instead turned to tackle the pack omega, starting a little omega fight while they others watched.

Eventually the other younger members joined in, while Yunho and Hongjoong had moved a bit farther away to discuss something, leaving Jongho and y/n the only two left to their own devices. Y/n decided that this was a great time to get to know the fellow ‘00 liner better. They really hadn’t talked much since she arrived here, as she had been pulled this way and that by the other members. She scooted a bit closer to the maknae, leaving a bit of distance still, so that he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

Jongho turned to look at her, “Hi,” he greeted her, “I hope this day hasn’t been too much on you.”

“It could have been worse, y’know. I could have gotten hurt, but I didn’t,” y/n tried to joke, but it fell flat when Jongho didn’t find her words funny.

“You found out that the one person you trusted in that group, was out to hurt you. I think that counts as getting hurt.” Jongho stated, looking decidedly unamused at her attempts to joke. “You know it’s okay to feel hurt about it, and to mourn the loss of a friendship, right?”

“I know. I’m still processing it now, and I’ll come to terms with it.” The omega explained, looking down at her lap.

“Good. Otherwise, it was a bit of a waste to tackle him.” Jongho commented.

That made her think for a minute. Why exactly did Jongho decide to tackle Aaron? All he would have had to do was get the attention of the others, not tackle the man. She fell silent for a moment, and the silence worried the singer next to her.

“Why did you tackle him?” She asked him, breaking the silence.

“What?” Jongho said, not expecting the question.

“Why did you tackle Aaron? How did you even hear what he said over the yelling? We’ve barely interacted, why would you potentially get yourself hurt, over someone like him?” She queried, curious as to how he would answer.

Jongho didn’t think, answering right away. “He was being an absolute asshole, and I had to protect you from that, from him. I’ve seen how other subgenders’ treat omegas, and I’ve seen firsthand the effects of it. Seonghwa and Wooyoung-hyung have dealt with more than their fair share of discrimination and hate, simply for being omegas. I may not know you that well yet, but it seems that the rest of my pack is set on you, and so I think it’s time we get to know each other better. It may be an interesting way to start off a friendship, but I wouldn’t change my actions. His words and actions were despicable. And they’re not acceptable in today’s society, let alone in Ateez.”

Y/n’s eyes started to water as she listened to the maknae’s words, not expecting this answer. She didn’t realize that while getting lost in the idol’s words that her scent was getting stronger, the scent of fresh flowers fading into something much more subtle. One that could almost be described as wilting flowers, if they had a scent.

“What do you all see in me? I’m just me. I’m someone that none of you wanted in your group, and I’ve barely interacted with most of you besides Wooyoung and maybe Seonghwa and Hongjoong.” She asked him, unknowingly garnering the attention of the others, having heard their names.

“I see someone who doesn’t give up when they struggle. Someone who enjoys dancing and performing, just like we do.” Yunho chimed in, making y/n realize she had caught the attention of the others.

“Yunho’s right. You’re talented y/n. I may not have heard you sing yet, but on performance alone, you strive to get better and perform to the best of your ability. Sure, you need to work on stamina and a few other things, but Yunho and I have seen how determined you are. Y’know, Yunho commented that he sees me in you, in how you look after finishing a run through.” San further cemented his fellow dancer’s words.

She looked up at the two of them, who both smiled kindly back down at her, which made her tear up further. To hear those words from idols she’s admired and watched for so long, it made her efforts feel worth it. She felt like she could die happy in that moment, and she was so grateful to be here and have these experiences with the men surrounding her.

“You have such a kind heart, y/n. Your personality is what I see in you. Sure, talent and the ability to be an idol is important, but it’s also important to be sure of who you are, and to be kind. Fans can sense when we’re not being truthful, and I know that you have been nothing but honest around us and the others. So I think you’d fit in well as a member of Ateez.” Seonghwa stated, smiling softly down at her, before he moved to sit in front of her.

“Everyone is right, you know,” Hongjoong said, moving to sit behind Seonghwa, as he looked at her, “You’re an amazing person, and you’re a great singer. I trust our dancers to know where you’re at dancing skill wise, and based on what I just heard, that’s basically glowing praise from those two. You have been nothing but graceful and kind, and I find myself drawn to you, and I know Seonghwa and Wooyoung would be very unhappy if I let you go. So, will you trust our judgement and become the ninth member of Ateez?”

Y/n looked up at him, so many emotions clearly showing on her face. A tear trailed down her face as she processed all of their answers, and she could see her vision blur as tears welled up in her eyes. San came to sit next to her, wrapping an arm around the omega’s shoulders but loose enough if she wanted to pull away if it was too much for her. The comfort was welcomed as the younger omega leaned into the beta’s side, looking around at the seven members who had moved to sit in front and to the side of her, gentle smiles from each of them directed at her.

“You all really want me to be a member of Ateez?” She asked, her voice soft with an undertone of disbelief.

“Of course.” Seonghwa reassured her.

Y/n looked at Hongjoong, and nodded, “Then yes, I’ll trust your judgement and become your ninth member.” She said simply.

The room burst into a cacophony of noise at her words, and San pulls her closer in a side hug before Wooyoung swoops in on her other side, pushing Jongho away so he could sit right next to her. “Baby omega~,” Wooyoung crooned, “You’re really gonna be one of us!” He shouted, almost directly into her ear as she cringed away from him and into San, who scolded his fellow ‘99 liner for how loud he was being.

Someone reached out and grabbed her hands, and when she looked to see who it was, she found two people instead. Mingi and Yunho had both grabbed one of her hands, and she found herself smiling at them, and lightly squeezing their hands in silent thanks for everything they had done. Yunho had been a great help while perfecting their choreography, and while in the moment she had protested it, she was very thankful for Mingi’s help the previous day.

“Thank you both, so much.” She said, her voice so soft that the two had to strain their ears to hear her.

“You never need to thank us. We’ll always be by your side, and if you get better, then Ateez gets better, hmm?” Mingi told her, chuckling at the end, as Yunho nodded in agreement to his best friend and packmate’s words.

Y/n pulled out of Woosan’s hold to launch herself at the taller men, who caught her and hugged her as she struggled to hug them both at the same time. As the three hugged, she realized that holy fuck she would be spending however long Ateez existed with these men, and how that didn’t feel real, but she knew it had to be because she could feel the two bodies surrounding her. She felt so happy and the others smiled as her scent changed to reflect her feelings as Yeosang moved in to ruffle her hair as she let out a whine at the alpha messing up her hair.

“Don’t do that!” She whined as she pulled a hand away from hugging the duo in front of her to rearrange her hair back to how it was before.

She heard her name called and she looked to find that it was Jongho who had called out to her. When he saw that she was looking at him, he nodded his head and smiled, before pointing to something to the other side of her. She smiled back at him before looking to find Seonghwa and Hongjoong watching all of them with big smiles on their faces and looks of fondness for the six men surrounding her. She moved out of Yunho and Mingi’s hold and got up, heading over to the two eldest and leaders of the Ateez pack.

“Why are you two over here by yourselves?” She asked them.

“Does there have to be a reason?” Seonghwa asked her in return.

“Of course there does.” She fired back.

“Can’t we just observe our members having fun and enjoying themselves?” Hongjoong interrupted.

“No, because you two need to join in too.” She said, getting a bit fired up at the two not joining in on the happy moment.

“Someone is a bit insistent, aren’t you?” Seonghwa said, chuckling.

Y/n gave up on trying to convince them to join the other six, grabbing the pair’s hands and tugging the two behind her as they let themselves be pulled along, not minding in the least. She made the two sit down before she would sit down, eventually being pulled down herself to sit in between the two.

“So now we can have trios!” Wooyoung broke the silence, making the others laugh.

“Yes Wooyoung-ah, we can have trios. Not that we wouldn’t have had them already, in the upcoming album.” Hongjoong pointed out to the younger man, who pouted at being reminded of that fact.

“Trios?” The newest member questioned, looking at the captain.

“Wooyoung, San and Yeosang are doing a trio for their unit song in the upcoming album, which we need to get you on, but that’s a discussion for tomorrow. Today we’ll just celebrate you becoming our newest member.” Hongjoong explained.

“Yes! We’re celebrating you today! Our newest member and my baby omega!” Wooyoung shouted, getting slapped on both shoulders by San and Jongho, who had gotten the lion’s share of his shouting. This made the omega pout, and then was promptly tackled by San. The others laughed at their shenanigans, and it made y/n feel right at home here with them as she laughed along with them.

“Are you ready to deal with this craziness every day?” She heard, looking to find that Hongjoong was the source of the question. Before she could answer, Seonghwa moved away from the duo to police the roughhousing that had started.

“Probably not, but I don’t think I have a choice now, do I?” She replied, to which he shook his head.

“No, you don’t,” He said, pausing for a moment before speaking again, “Thank you for giving me a second chance after what I did that first day.”

“Of course, Hongjoong-oppa. You meant your apology, so I had no reason not to give you another chance. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now. And I should be thanking you for giving me a chance, for taking me in as part of your group.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that. Your actions last night helped cement that you fit in with us, in a way that makes me think that you were meant for Ateez.” Hongjoong said, looking down at her with more emotions in his eyes than y/n could discern. She could see that adoration that he usually reserved for his members, and it was hard for her to reconcile the idea that he’d look at her this way too, because she was one of his members now. But she knew she’d come to terms with all of this, though it might take a while.

Hongjoong saw the wonder in her eyes and disbelief, which he understood, and he wouldn’t fault her for feeling that way, when he’s felt the same way before. He reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulders, like San had done not long before, as he felt her do the same, albeit her arm was around his waist instead. Checking to see that no one was looking, he leaned his head on hers, and out of instinct with his two omegas, kissed the top of her head without thinking about it, leaving y/n to be surprised and feel her cheeks heating up at his actions.

“You two are getting cozy together again,” Seonghwa commented, his voice soft, as he sat back down next to the two.

Hongjoong pulled away from her, glaring halfheartedly at his pack omega. The omega only chuckled in response, not deeming there to be a need to respond verbally. The arm that was around her shoulders reached over to lightly shove the omega sitting next to her, making her giggle.

“So, sweetheart, what do you want to do today? It’s your decision.” Seonghwa asked, turning himself to look at her.

She hummed, not exactly sure what she wanted to do, plus the fact that she hadn’t exactly gotten a chance to go out and explore Seoul, so she didn’t know what there was to do, besides the obvious things.

“I don’t know?” She replied to the older man, “I haven’t gotten a chance to explore Seoul, as I think you might be aware of? So I don’t really know what there is to do around here?” She answered, her voice uncertain.

“We can always pick a few of our favorite things to show you? Would that be something you’d be interested in doing?” Yunho butted into the conversation, making the three look over to find that he had abandoned the other’s play fighting.

“That would be good. It makes it a little easier on me, than trying to figure out what there is to do, and I can get to know each of you a bit better that way too.” She said, nodding and smiling at the third-eldest.

“Then we’ll do that.” Hongjoong decided as he pulled away from y/n, who let out an almost inaudible whine in response to the alpha leaving her side, before being embarrassed at her reaction.

While Hongjoong went to corral the others, Seonghwa and Yunho discussed their favorite places and activities with y/n, providing her some options on what to do today. It was a little overwhelming, but she knew that they wouldn’t push her into doing too many things.

Once everyone was corralled over to where y/n and the others were sitting, they immediately launched into a discussion. Some were more enthusiastic than others, but in the end, they had created a list that featured almost one place or activity from every member. They had decided to start with whatever was farthest from KQ and work their way back to the company. This was also all done without the permission of their managers or the company, but they could care less about that.

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slippinmickeys · 4 months ago

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Got a Funfetti Universe prompt via DM. This one is for you, astrophile!

Grayskull

William came hurtling through their bedroom door and threw himself onto the top of the covers, breathing hard, his eyes so wide Scully could see all of his sclera. It was early, the light behind the bedroom curtains thin and milky. Mulder had gotten up at 5:00, and she had just heard the shower shut off, could hear the squeaky slide of the squeegee across the glass shower door. It had taken a while, but she had trained him well.

“Is Daddy gone yet?” William panted, the last word of his query coming out on a pubertal crack.

He hadn’t called Mulder ‘Daddy’ since he was six.

Scully scooted herself up to sit against the headboard.

“What?” she asked, awake, but not as alert as she would be after her first cup of coffee.

“Dad,” William said again, his face pleading. “Has he left yet?“

“Have I what yet?” came Mulder’s voice from the en-suite doorway, tucking in the top of the towel he’d wrapped around his waist.

“Dad!” William said, rolling awkwardly off the bed and then throwing his substantial thirteen-year-old frame against his father’s still-damp chest.

Mulder wrapped his arms around the boy and threw Scully a questioning look. She gave him a mystified one back, shaking her head.

“Will?” Mulder said a moment later, trying to pull back from his son’s death grip to get a look at his face. “What’s going on, bud?”

“I had a,” the boy paused briefly to swallow, and finally lifted his eyes to look up at his father. “I had a dream,” he said. “That you got killed. On your trip.”

Sweet boy , thought Scully.

Mulder shot a look toward the packed suitcase that waited by the bedroom door. He had a flight out of Dulles in three hours.

“It’s okay,” Mulder said softly, rubbing the felty softness of his son’s back.

Scully gave him a ‘come here’ gesture, and Mulder started walking his son backwards toward his mother’s side of the bed.

“Why don’t we sit down,” he said. Scully shifted in the bed to make room for the two of them to sit. The bed dipped under their weight, and Mulder raked a handthrough his still-wet hair. Scully reached out and put her hand on William’s shoulder.

“It was just a dream, sweetie,” she said.

“It wasn’t, though,” William said, glancing at the suitcase.

“It wasn’t a dream?” Scully asked softly. She could feel the boy’s heart pounding against her hand.

“It was a dream,” William said. “But it wasn’t.”

He looked pleadingly at Scully, who was struggling to understand.

“What do you mean, Will?” Mulder asked.

William turned back to his father. He took a deep breath in.

“You can’t go on this trip, Dad. You’ll die.”

A coldness spread through Scully’s abdomen.

“You’re having a premonition?” Mulder asked gently, bending his head down to try to look at his son from his own eye level.

“Define ‘premonition,’” Will said.

“A strong feeling that something will happen,” Mulder said. “Especially something unpleasant.”

“It’s more than that,” said Will. “It’s more than a feeling.”

The sun was coming up, slowly brightening the room.

“Grayskull?” Mulder asked, their codeword for William’s powers. He’d come up with it at age seven, after watching an old He-Man cartoon. Elated by the idea of Prince Adam’s powerful alter-ego, he’d shouted “By the power of Grayskull!” and proceeded to lift the coffee table three feet off the ground with his mind. Scully, surprised and afraid and still managing to hold onto some semblance of parental authority, had bleated “No Grayskull in the house!” and a codeword was born.

“Grayskull,” William confirmed.

Mulder exchanged a look with Scully over their son’s head. “You’re sure?” he asked the boy.

William nodded pointedly.

In the kitchen, the coffee maker turned on and the sweet smell of roasted beans drifted into the bedroom. The three of them sat in silence for a moment before Mulder ran a hand thoughtfully over his chin.

“What will happen?” he asked. “If I go?”

William ran his palms over his knees a couple of times, staring down at the floor.

“The arrest goes bad,” he finally said. “The guy you’re going after, he has a gun. Hidden. Up by his neck. When he’s ordered to put his hands behind his head, you and the other agent–the one with curly hair and the gap between his teeth?”

Mulder’s Adam's apple bobbed. William had never met any member of the Violent Crimes task force that his father was currently assigned to.

“Jacoby,” Mulder said.

“Him,” William said sadly. “When you and him go forward to frisk and cuff him, he draws on you.”

Scully could feel the blood drain from her face. Her eyes bore holes in the side of Mulder’s head, but he was focused on his son.

“Don’t get on the plane, Dad.”

The boy had shown an aptitude for both telepathy and telekinesis–amongst other alarming capabilities, but this was something new.

“I’m going to call Skinner,” Mulder said. “Let’s…Let’s huddle up in the kitchen in a little bit. We’ll…figure this out.”

Scully finally caught Mulder’s eye and he nodded at her.

“Why don’t you go brush your teeth,” Scully said to her son as Mulder rose from the bed and grabbed the cell phone sitting on his bedside table. William watched as he closed himself into the bathroom.

“He can’t go, Mom,” the boy said, standing. The flannel pajama pants he was wearing were faded, and his ankles were slowly creeping farther and farther below the cuff. “You can’t let him.”

Scully pulled her lips in between her teeth and gave her son a small nod. He drifted out of the bedroom and down the hallway.

Following him a moment later, Scully rose and shut the bedroom door. After a few minutes, Mulder emerged from the bathroom with the cell phone in his hands.

“I told Skinner something came up and I couldn’t make the trip.”

He pulled the towel off of his waist and stepped into a dark pair of boxer briefs.

“Good,” Scully said. Mulder gave her a surprised look.

“What?” she said, hugging her arms to her body. “I know this is usually the part where I tell you that precognition violates the principle of antecedence, and that an effect cannot occur before its cause. But I’m relieved as hell that you’re not going.”

Mulder lowered himself to sit on the bed. “And here I had an argument all prepared.” He reached down and spun the platinum wedding band he wore around his finger a few times. “Precognitive phenomena,” he said, a little awe in his voice. “Christ.”

“What did Skinner say? Did you tell him it was Grayskull?”

“I did. And not much. He reminded me that it wasn’t his op and that I’d have to make my excuses to the Deputy Director, but that he’d smooth things over.”

“Josephson’s Method for verifying precognitive dreams necessitates a complete blackout. Your talking to Skinner may have negated our ability to collect scientific evidence. Procedurally, a dream or vision can only be identified as precognitive after the putative event has taken place.” She had, almost against her will, become something of a renowned expert in paraphsycology over the course of the last several years.

“Fuck the data collection,” Mulder said. “It’s not like we’d try to publish. Anyway, Jacoby’s got a new baby at home, I’m calling the SAC with a request to cancel the op.”

“Think you can convince him?”

“Her.”

“My question stands.”

Mulder rubbed a hand over his eyes tiredly. “She’s ambitious. My guess is no.”

He reached again for the phone.

“I’ll get our guy started on breakfast,” Scully said, sliding her feet into slippers and closing the door softly behind her.

When Mulder joined them later in the kitchen, Scully handed him a steaming mug and raised her eyebrows in question. Mulder shook his head.

From the small kitchen table came William’s voice.

“Call Jacoby. Tell him to be careful.”

***

Two evenings later, Skinner showed up at their door in his jacket and tie, overcoat billowing in the wind. Scully opened the door wide to admit him.

“I can’t stay,” he said, ducking under the lintel.

“Hey Uncle Walt,” called out Will, who was on the couch relacing a baseball mitt.

“Heads up, kid,” Skinner said and tossed a small box covered in gift wrap over the back of the couch. Scully thought it hovered in the air maybe a second too long before her son dropped the mitt to the couch and grabbed it.

“It’s not my birthday,” the boy said, looking up.

“It’s a thank you gift,” Skinner said gruffly.

William tore open the paper.

“Is this the new Assassin’s Creed?” he asked the older man, his tone one of exhilaration.

Skinner nodded.

“Can I?” William asked his mother, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Go ahead,” Scully said. Before she even finished talking, the boy was halfway up the stairs.

Mulder had made his way over to the entryway. “The Op?” he asked the second he heard William’s bedroom door close.

Skinner turned to him. “Went down.”

“And?”

“He was right,” Skinner nodded toward where William had disappeared up the steps. “Holschu had a gun. Newfangled holster at the base of his neck. It was a shitshow.”

“Anybody get hurt?”

“Holschu’s dead. Jacoby got hit.”

Mulder and Scully shared a look.

“How bad?”

“He took your warning seriously,” Skinner said, turning toward the door. “He’s going to be okay.”

Scully reached out and squeezed Mulder’s hand.

Skinner paused in the doorway. “Grayskull,” he said, and Mulder and Scully looked at him intently.

“You keep a tight lid on this one,” their former boss went on, his voice weary. “Rumors turn into whispers.” He smoothed his tie with his left hand. “And a lot of people are listening.”

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crush-itis · 2 months ago

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　 ㅤ. 𓂂 Twisted Wonderland ⊹

general lilia x fem!reader ꒱ fanfic

　 ㅤㅤ ˖ chapter two ׄ ⊹ 𓂃 　

‧₊˚✩ tags： gilf, sfw, fluff, angst, slowburn

‧₊˚✩ word count： 1308

‧₊˚✩ summary： You’re a mix of human, and fae; it sounds otherworldly—extraordinary, however, while your origin may sound like another case of a Mary Sue cliche, the people of both worlds of your kind had casted you aside because of your mongrel background… that was until you met Lilia, your becoming mentor who’ll introduce you to the world of your human blood’s counterpart, and blend in the faes’ society.

‧₊˚✩ a/n： sorry for the short and emo chapter, love yew

ㅤㅤ ୨ ◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞　 previous ch.⠀♡ next ch.

The next day was quite the same. You were woken up by your cavalier mentor who was roughly shaking your shoulder, and pulling your ear.

You were a heavy sleeper, but he didn’t have to snatch your pillow away.

You’re now stretching with him—early in the morning. Both of you are silent, and only the sounds of knuckles popping, and limbs stretching were heard.

You were so awkward, you were sweating. Does he normally wake up this hour?

5:00 AM?

You had just been registered as his “special” apprentice. He cannot be making you do these hardcore routines… you were even more appalled when the day unfolded at this point; “you’re going to kill someone today.”

Lilia cracked his neck, letting out a soft sigh as if he didn’t just say the craziest thing ever (to you). There was no way you had the balls to kill someone…

“What the? Don’t you think we’re going too fast? I just started yesterday..” you muttered, twiddling with your moist, trembling fingers. You rubbed the creases of your knuckle, already feeling stressed at the mere thought of handling a sword—for real this time.

“It’s just a practice,” Lilia shrugged, zipping up his bag. “It’s going to be a long trip all the way back to the human realm.” He patted his leather suitcase, the fabric bulging of what seemed to be baggy clothes, and toiletries.

“Yeah.. a practice. But why are you bringing all of that? Didn’t it take a five minute walk back from the woods to the entrance of Briar Valley?” You scratched your nape, waiting for a reply, only to be met with a glare as if a cue to shut your bumbling.

“We’re going to the outskirts of the human realm,” he sounded so annoyed. You were just asking a question… querying a perfectly, and reasonable question.

But of course you zipped your little peephole.

You didn’t want to die yet.

As he led you outside, holding his bag along your smaller one—since you don’t have much to your name—you were enamoured by the view of the palace’s exterior.

Yesterday, when you first arrived, it was too dark to admire the close-ups of a real life castle, and Briar Valley’s was especially beautiful.

It was grand, painted with monochromatic colour palettes, and donned with a gothic ornate style.

You almost felt as if you were in a trance. You didn’t even realize your legs had wandered off to a set of stained glass windows.

They were colourful, pretty, and told a thought-provoking story you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

But what really intrigued you was this mosaic; it was a picture of an intimidating, and beautiful lady with a pair of black horns bulging out her head.

It was as if your legs had a mind of their own—calling you to go here, and there.

Suddenly, you were again woken up from your “maladaptive” fantasies by a rough shaking on your sleeve.

You instantly knew who it was.

The angry hand is now pulling at your ear, scolding you for wandering off like that when he was just putting both your guys’ luggage inside the carriage.

You muttered a sheepish, and timid apology before rushing to the carriage from behind him.

You plopped your butt down on the plush, velvet cushions, clasping your hands awkwardly on your lap. You let your eyes feather on Lilia’s visage, mapping out every little detail in curiosity.

You squint your eyes

He’s resting his chin on his palm, looking out the window. “What?” He started, flicking his gaze over you. “Nothing.” You gulped.

His long bangs brushed along the curve of his jaw, his jet black ponytail swishing behind his back.

“You’re going to kill old people, don’t worry.” He failed to reassure you.. “The old, human citizens that are on the brink of death.” He continued.

You don’t even want to say anything to that. You just nodded bashfully before finally averting your gaze.

Hours passed, and you could see the moon was already rising. The wheels rattled, the carriage hitting a bumpy road that made you bounce up, and down in your seat.

You grasped onto the handle, rubbing your eyes groggily.

It really was a long ride. You wondered which part of the human realm Lilia was taking you to…

You sprung awoke, gasping. You run a sweaty palm through your hair, and glanced down next to you. “Are you always like this when you wake up?” Lilia scoffed, rubbing his temples.

There were bags under his eyes, and you’re not even realizing yet that you were sleeping in the same bed as him.

“You’re always a deep sleeper, I had to drag you into the inn. We’re in ***.” He pressed a hand to your chest, pushing you back down against the sheets.

“The innkeeper did a funny job of giving us a room with only one bed,” he sighed, subtly gesturing to the pillow barrier he set between the two of you.

You let out a gruff “oh” before scratching your nape.

You honestly don’t know why you woke up so panicked like that. You took a deep breath before grabbing the glass of water from the bedside, chugging.

“Nightmare?” Lilia let out a mocking chuckle, but you didn’t respond. Actually, you were starting to remember now that he mentioned “nightmare”. You simply just had a crazy dream of being bewitched by something or someone.

But you were watching it all unfold through third person.

It gave you the creeps of how you were watching yourself become hypnotized or something. The memory was fresh, and vivid now. Your pupils had glimmered an emerald green unlike the usual black.

You shivered at that.

It wasn’t even that bad of a dream, but it still scared you. It was disturbing.

Perhaps the dream is the manifestation of your trepidation—impending fear for what’s to come.

For what you have to do.

You didn’t want to kill anyone.

You’re not sure if this could truly be the solution to become a real faerie.

“Hey,” he’s calling you “hey” again. “Actually, my name is Y/N.” You corrected, but earned no reply.

“Who’s your parents? Which one’s the faerie?” Lilia blurted, lying with his chin on his hand again. He’s looking you up, and down.

He gave you that grudging bitch stare that always ruffles your feathers.

You inhaled deeply.

It was dark but you noticed that he was, uhh… shirtless underneath the colourful quilt.

You swore you were just flashed.

You cleared your throat before responding “my mother.” Your voice cracked, and you seethed under your breath, cringing.

“Really?” He hummed, “so why’d she choose to be with your father?” he reached to pinch your nose, and you let out a tiny yelp at that.

“She said he was extremely handsome, so she couldn’t resist.” You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose. Lilia’s eyes softened, rounding.

You heard him mutter something, but you couldn’t tell what he said.

“Okay, go back to sleep, tomorrow morning’s the day.” He pressed your chest insistently to the sheets again.

You lied down, and fluttered your eyes. You can’t sleep.

You rubbed your eyes, blinking at the cracks on the ceiling. You’re now picking at your lip skin, thinking about random things to pass the time.

You listened to the clock ticking eerily, and for a moment your ears rang, and a flicker of your earlier dream flashed in your mind, causing you to wince.

You rubbed your eyes again, groaning.

The day has finally come, and you’re fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. Your pulse is fluttering amok, fearing today's upcoming events for you.

Lilia had just gone downstairs to fetch you breakfast while you panic, and dress up for the day.

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todayontumblr · 1 year ago

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Tuesday, November 28.

Saltburn. *spoilers*

It might get weird. And why might it get weird, exactly? Well, that's easy-peasy. Saltburn is here. If you're into the films of Emerald Fennell, black comedy psychological thrillers, Barry Keoghan, dark academia, British 00s culture, Parasite-esque tales of the lower classes infiltrating the upper echelons, Jacob Elordi, prestigious universities, the Pet Shop Boys, eccentric families and the estates of the British landed gentry, and bathtubs, then, chances are, it might just be for you. And it might just get weird.

And if that all sounds good, then you will be delighted to know it gets better. We have done a little Answer Time with Saltburn writer and director Emerald Fennell, who has answered some of your burning questions. If you would like to learn about her process of creating the characters, the inspo for the film's look and aesthetic feel, or if your question is simply girl, what the f*ck?, then you can get the answer to all those queries and more right here.

And it gets better still. You can find a steamier, sweatier cut of the interview here. Oh la la.

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warakami-vaporwave · 9 days ago

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I’ve been pretty hugely inspired by your work, specifically the logos and stuff, to the point I’ve wanted to start making my own (I haven’t really been posting it anywhere).

I’m so sorry if this is rude in any way, I was wondering if you have a specific place you look to really capture the vibe of those classic ads/logos. Sorry if this is worded weird, it’s been a long day lol

Thanks, I'm always happy to hear I've inspired people! Questions like this are fun to answer, and this one is timely since I've spent a lot of this year focusing on getting better at logo design. People ask this from time to time so I'll try to cover this in a bit more detail, although the answer will be pretty long and tumblr might break some of these links.

The short answer:

To catch the vibe of a specific area, the advertisements in retro magazines are a really good place to start since you can see the trends of an era well. Luckily there are tons of scans of those magazines online. This works for most pre-internet design eras.

The long answer:

References for logos:

Google books has a pretty big archive of a lot of old magazines. Pick one that fits your niche (for much of my work, something more tech focused like Popular Mechanics issues from the late 70s/early 80s could fit well); https://books.google.com/books/about/Popular_Mechanics.html?id=gtkDAAAAMBAJ

Archive.org is a great resource as well. For example; this link shows branding for a ton of companies from the 80s; https://archive.org/details/bitsavers_unitedTechngineersMasterVol2_242068752/page/n389/mode/2up?view=theater

There are also books that compile logos of an era (I've been meaning to skim through some of these); https://archive.org/search?query=creator%3A%22Kuwayama%2C+Yasaburo%CC%84%22

This site has an amazing archive of designs, sorted by the typefaces used so you can really see the variety of ways you can use a font; https://fontsinuse.com/typefaces/1847/microgramma

This tumblr has a ton of scans of VHS cover packaging; https://vaultofvhs.tumblr.com/

Similar to the above, there are sites and archives for most any niche and era. This site focuses on retro product packaging; https://soft-electronics.com/home/

Youtube:

Youtube is a good resource for seeing how designers make retro-inspired logos. There are tons of designers making videos, just pick an era and look for 'retro 70s/80s/90s/00s logo design' and it'll show you how they work. Other than their thought process in logo design (which is a huge area in and of itself), seeing how they apply grunge and glitch effects helps as well.

There are tons of channels that do this but this is one of my favorites; https://www.youtube.com/@Texturelabs/videos

Just keep in mind that for all of this, some youtube designers will try to sell you classes, texture packs or plugins. You don't NEED any of them. Plenty of free assets and information exists. Personally I have never used any of it, although I might switch to using some in the future to speed things up.

Pinterest:

Within the last year I've started using pinterest for research more. I've found it helpful to create very very specific boards such as 'retro 70s/80s tv show title screen logos' and fill it with only the best, hit the 'More ideas' button and it'll usually help me find reference quicker and a few I've never seen before. Sometimes I'll get really lucky and it'll find visually similar ideas, but from a niche I never thought overlapped with it before.

Other places:

This is just the basics, although you can go much much deeper on all of this. I find it's easy for me to get carried away with doing too much research, and not enough actually making art.

Also, please keep in mind that I'm not a logo designer, or much of a graphic designer. Most of what I make fails (be it logos, or art itself). I spent a lot of time this year working on 40 logos to use in art this year. Of those 40 designs I'm hoping that I'll end up using 10-15 of them regularly. Each year I make over 100 designs, of them I only really like a dozen of those designs, and only a few of those succeed as merch.

Hopefully some of this helps!

#ask #asks

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simdertalia · 2 years ago

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🌙 🎃 ACNH Halloween Set 🎃🌙

Sims 4, Base game compatible. 50 items

It's that time of year! It's currently almost 1:00 AM October 1st for me, I'm so excited about this set so here it is! As usual, all original swatches included with some extras added by me! The extra swatches for the dead trees were inspired by the bonus material for The Hobbit, where they showed the set design for Mirkwood ☺️💗 I hope you enjoy!

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

Set contains:

Build: -Halloween Wooden Floor Tiles | 2 swatches -Halloween Wallpaper | 2 swatches

Type “acnh halloween" into the search query in build mode to find quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing the title and it will appear.

📁 Download (SFS, No Ads): HERE

📁 Alt Download (still no ads): HERE

As always, please let me know if you have any issues! Happy Simming!

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If anyone wants a few of the items from this set for TS3, @bioniczombie has converted the rug, dessert place setting, and cookie plate here!

The rest of my CC

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fiddles-ifs · 7 months ago

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BLOG UPDATE 10-30-24

[ID: A photoset of three images. The first two images are a parchment texture on a black background. The first image is white text, and a navigation sidebar to the left of the main body of text. The sidebar reads: 'THE KING'S PHYSICIAN, written by Elliot Z. Chapter 00: Asclepius. NEW GAME, LOAD GAME, SETTINGS, GLOSSARY, MAP, CHARACTERS, ACHIEVEMENTS.' NEW GAME is highlighted with a distressed scroll image. At the bottom of the sidebar are links leading to Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram.

To the right of the sidebar, the main text reads: 'PROLOGUE: ASCLEPIUS.

The ground stinks. It meets your hands in a shower of wet mud, an explosion of sick and blood, soaking the spaces between your fingers. When your vision focuses again, finally stops wobbling around and making double of itself, you find your palms soaked red. You crawl on your hands and knees to the body in front of you. You turn them over on their back. A man, not one of yours, and you slap his face a few times before you realize his eyes are milky and staring ahead, unblinking. There’s nothing you could do for him now. You look at his legs and find them still facing downwards. They didn’t move with the rest of him.

All the information comes to you backwards — his bisected waist, the guts spilling across the dirt, red, red and so much red. You stand up numbly. Your horse lies dead several feet away, and you remember in your haze that’s the reason why you were bucked off. You try and look at something — anything — else.

There is nothing else. All around you are limbs and blood and battle. Everything moving so slowly, mosquitoes caught in cooling amber, a slurry of death. You feel lost, a scarecrow in a burning field. Your ears ring. It all feels distant. Too distant. You need to move.

You turn to see a flash of white steel against the burning sun, and weakly raise your arms to try and block the blow with what little padding you have on. You move so slow.'

The other images feature the same text. The second image features a black background and red links. The third image is yellow parchment paper with red links and black text. /end ID]

happy update day!! i have to be up in. checks watch. six hours. so the update is coming at exactly midnight, and then i'll queue appropriately. but steady progress is being made on tkp!! im taking a small break from greenwarden to focus on making tkp and erinys look nice as a side project to querying agents for my book. it's a process. yk how it is.

what you see right now are mockups, the actual product looks uh. well. it looks like this

far cry from how i want it to look, but im working on it.

after finishing the css, all i have to do is write and edit chapter 1 and it'll be ready for demo release!

also, happy spooky season! im working on something for greenwarden that most certainly will not be done by Halloween, but i think you'll like it. it involves costumes and maybe stickers. watch this space

#blog update #excited to get back into coding again tbqh #the svgs are frustrating but i think i can figure them out given enough time and sleep #unfortunately they did put me in charge of the fall cocktail menu at work so im scrambling #and dont have a lot of time to write #[my drinks rock btw. ill give you the recipes if you ask]#[i didnt sign no nda and i dont give a SHIT]

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doumadono · 2 years ago

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Warnings: smut w/o plot, p in v, cunningulus, rather soft Dabi Synopsis: Dabi was fervently yearning to partake in another round of euphoria with you Requested by: anonymous

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A solitary sunbeam bestowed its gentle radiance upon the finely sculpted countenance of Dabi. He contorted his visage, narrowing his eyes and gradually blinking a few times, stirred from slumber by the luminous glow. With a sigh escaping his lips, he endeavored to shield himself from the solar rays by placing an arm over his face. However, the hour had long surpassed dawn's arrival, rendering him unable to succumb to sleep once more. Instead, he found solace in the rhythmic cadence of your tranquil breaths.

Dabi's countenance slowly adorned itself with a smile as he reminisced upon the passionate intimacy you both shared the previous night. It had been a Friday evening, and the LOV team had ventured to partake in libations at the bar in their mansion. They all needed some distractions after yet another difficult week.

Observing the gracefulness with which you engaged in mirthful conversation with Toga at the booth, and subsequently coaxing Twice onto the dance floor with his endearingly awkward fist pumps and uncertain dance moves, Dabi found himself utterly captivated by your every gesture. How fortuitous was he to have encountered a woman of such beguiling charm, genuine sweetness, and innate ability to put anyone at ease? Since you joined the League, Dabi was unable to divert his gaze or restrain his touch from you. Your irresistible allure captivated him, and he unexpectedly developed a deep affection for both your radiant persona and your lively demeanor.

The comfort of being nestled in bed with you filled Dabi's heart with contentment.

That profound affection within him was kindled once you both departed from the bustling bar, and as soon as you both crossed the threshold of Dabi's room, he fervently disrobed your undergarments, firmly grasped your already moistened pussy, and passionately claimed your lips as his own.

In the annals of time, the subsequent events unfolded as an indelible legacy.

Presently, he beheld your unadorned physique, ensconced in velvety coverings. The satin texture of your exposed shoulder allured him, accompanied by the emergence of a hickey and faint contusions adorning your neck and shoulders. He surmised that additional bruises might trace their mark upon your hips, a testament to the fervor with which he engaged you the previous night.

Regret tinged his expression; he acknowledged that he had been overly rough in his actions. To ameliorate the situation, Dabi leaned closer, his form enmeshing with yours, commencing a tender array of butterfly kisses and delicate caresses upon the bruised regions.

"Mmm...?" You vocalized, inquisitive, as Dabi's gentle ministrations roused you from the depths of slumber, drawing you into wakefulness.

"Good morning, babe," he murmured, his lips still bestowing soft affection upon your shoulder.

"Morning," you replied, your voice laden with drowsiness. "What time is it?" you queried, stifling a yawn.

"It is 7:00 AM," Dabi responded.

"Ah, let us indulge in even more repose, then. This is a rare luxury," you remarked, rolling over to face him. Both of you typically arose at 8:00 AM on weekdays for work, making this leisurely awakening a true indulgence.

"Indeed, Y/N," Dabi chuckled, his countenance now tinged with a touch of concern. "I trust I did not exert excessive force upon you during our encounter last night?"

"Why do you harbor such thoughts?" You responded, elevating yourself onto one elbow.

"Well..." Dabi's fingertips grazed gently across your contusions.

You tilted your head to glimpse downward, observing the interplay of light purple and green splotches adorning your skin. "Ah, mere bruises. They shall mend," you offered reassuringly. "Moreover, last night's tryst happened to be one of the most ardently passionate experiences we have shared thus far, handsome!"

"Truly?" Dabi smirked, arching an eyebrow. "Nevertheless, I find myself remorseful. Allow me to make amends." He grinned, tenderly caressing your chin before lifting it to meet his own in a soft, tender kiss.

Dabi's kisses persisted, gently tracing his tongue across your lower lip. His lips moved with such deliberation and affection that you found yourself surrendering to the sensations, becoming one with his touch. Gradually, his tongue found its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss until soft moans escaped your lips.

His ardor only intensified, and he encircled his strong arms around your back, causing you to recline atop him, legs entwined, your bosom pressed firmly against his chest, as your lips continued their entrancing dance that seemed boundless in time.

Eventually, the need for air necessitated a brief respite. "Dabi!" You gasped, gently slapping his shoulder. "Let a girl breathe at some point!"

Dabi's brows ascended in astonishment, eliciting a profound chuckle from him. You sensed the reverberation of his mirth coursing through his frame beneath you, while you found yourself captivated by the endearing laughter lines encircling his eyes, which creased charmingly when he smiled.

"Very well, then. I shall bestow my affections elsewhere," he declared with a grin. Gently, Dabi guided your form to recline upon the bed, ensuring your head is cradled amidst a cluster of pillows. With purposeful tenderness, he commenced a journey of kisses, trailing along your neck and gliding down your collarbones until reaching your bosom.

"Mmm... You're truly indulging me today, huh?" You murmured with delight.

Dabi merely smiled, his sizable and adept hands tenderly exploring your sensitive nipples, skillfully tugging and pinching the aroused buds while massaging your flesh.

Such exquisite sensations caused your back to arch involuntarily, and your breath quickened, escaping in rapid, gasping exhalations. At the sound of your voice, Dabi felt his arousal intensify. He reveled in the symphony of your passionate cries, knowing that he was the catalyst for your pleasure, an aspect that instantly aroused him.

Your knees glided upward, constricting around Dabi's torso, drawing him intimately nearer as he persistently caressed your chest, delicately tracing along the divide of your cleavage and teasing your nipples.

"Greedy, are we?" Dabi chuckled, his mouth engulfed between your supple mounds.

Your response was an even louder moan of delight. Prior to meeting Dabi, you had never encountered such arousal from mere fondling. Now, a gentle touch from him alone could leave you dripping with desire.

Being acutely aware of his profound effect on you, Dabi commenced a deliberate descent along your body, until his warm breath tantalized your yearning core.

You bit your lip in anticipation. "Darling, are you — Ah!"

His tongue skillfully traced up your folds, stifling your question with a gratifying slurp. Dabi moved his tongue adeptly, traversing in and out of your wetness, confidently navigating your most sensitive areas to elicit the utmost pleasure. He lapped over your pussy, eagerly savoring every drop of your juices.

Your arousal manifested audibly, saturating the confines of the bedroom.

"Babe, do you hear this? You're such a lascivious enchantress," Dabi playfully taunted, now inserting two fingers into your moist entrance, strategically curling them to stimulate your sweet spot. He knew precisely how to make your body quiver with delight.

As if prompted by an invisible conductor, the moment he gained entry, an ecstatic exclamation escaped your lips, "Oh my, Dabi!" Your knees instinctively encircled his wrist, intensifying the rhythm of his finger's intimate dance within you. With each fervent thrust, your body responded, the pulsating sensations reverberating throughout your being. Streams of moisture cascaded onto the sheets, coating them in a passionate display, while his skillful hands expertly attended to your arousal, one tantalizingly exploring depths, the other delicately stimulating your most sensitive spot.

"Would you cum for me, little slut?" Dabi commanded, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, and you complied. Succumbing to the pleasure, you moaned his name repeatedly as the orgasm washed over you.

With your body still vibrating from the climax, Dabi positioned himself at your wet entrance and effortlessly slid his already painfully erect member inside. He let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back; your tightness gripping him so intensely that he could barely contain the pleasure coursing through him.

"Damn, Dabi, it feels too good! You're stretching me so wonderfully!" You exclaimed, clenching the sheets tightly in your fists.

"That's it, my little slut, you're so wet for me, it's incredible." Dabi uttered, slowly thrusting his dick in and out of you. He adored the sensation of your body against his, as if you were custom-made solely for his gratification.

"Come here, baby," you coaxed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss you.

He continued the rhythm of his thrusts, expertly grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clit, prompting you to wrap your legs around his lower back.

Your lips lavished every contour of his exquisite countenance, caressing him and intertwining your fingers through his luscious black locks. With each tender caress, you endeavored to manifest the profoundness of your affection for him.

"Dabi?" You whispered, your lips grazing the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, little minx?" He gasped, his composure already faltering under the intoxicating pleasure emanating from your intimate connection. His biceps flexed as he supported himself above you, hips undulating with fervor as he relentlessly drove himself into you.

"I love you, Dabi. You're my everything... Oh, fuck! That's it, babe!"

Dabi hesitated, gradually slowing his pace to catch his breath. He gazed deeply into your eyes, revealing the intensity of his adoration for you. He tenderly placed a hand on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, cherishing the intimacy of that moment. "Y/N, you're too sweet for me," he exhaled. "I love you too." He confessed softly, sealing his heartfelt declaration with another gentle kiss upon your eager lips. With those words, Dabi grunted, pressing on against you, resuming his powerful thrusts as you gasped in surprise, surrendering to the ever-increasing intensity of his ardor, each impact resounding throughout your bodies.

"Oh! Harder, harder!" You encouraged, and your moans escalated in volume. That only served to embolden Dabi further, as he firmly grasped your sides, guiding you down onto his throbbing member while thrusting his hips upward with each fervent motion.

"Babe, I'm about to..." Dabi cried out, relinquishing his usual solemn composure to the euphoria of climax, releasing his thick, warm semen into your heated core.

"Yes!" You exclaimed, the intensity of your own orgasm surging once more.

With a deep groan, Dabi collapsed upon you, his member still intimately connected to your yearning entrance.

"Oof!" You sighed playfully, emitting a giggle. Dabi, you're too heavy for me! Please, get off!" You laughed, exerting pressure against his robust shoulders.

"No!" He teased, revealing his mischievous side. You adored those moments when he broke free from his composed, stoic persona and displayed his juvenile, boyish charm exclusively for you.

Beneath all that gravity lay an insatiable, delectable beast of a man, who was well aware of the art of bringing you to ecstasy while teasingly mocking you throughout. Oh, how deeply you adored this man.

After writhing in pleasure for a little while longer, Dabi eventually relented and withdrew from your slick, wet cunt.

You theatrically gasped, taking in deep breaths now that his weight no longer overwhelmed you, and he responded with an eye roll and a laugh.

"What time is it now?" You inquired, your chest rising and falling, a light glisten of perspiration on your forehead.

Dabi glanced at you. "I don't care. I'm not leaving the bed today."

Turning to your side, you grinned at him. "Shall we go for another round then?"

Tags: @dabislittlemouse @grossograsso @misafiryanki @indignant-alpaca

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Wayfarer Creative Exchange 2025 Masterpost

About the event: The Wayfarer Creative Exchange is an anonymous exchange of fanworks, by fans for fans, celebrating the wide variety of MCs within this fandom! We encourage participation from all skill levels, and from fans both new and old.

The Hosts: If you have any questions or concerns, please reach out to the Hosts via this blog or, once matches are assigned and your "contact point Host" has reached out to you with details of your match, via discord. We're here to try and make this go smoothly and be a fun time for everyone!

• Rolo | @roguelioness • Viking | @thevikingwoman • Ellis | @ilmhist • Grey | @greyyourwarden

Reminder: this event is NOT hosted by Idrellegames, please reach out to the above listed Hosts with questions and queries.

The Timeline:

Jan. 24 - Feb. 7 | sign-ups Sign ups will open on the 24th of January at 00:00 GMT [ countdown to opening of sign-ups ] and will close at 23:59 GMT on the 7th of February [ countdown to close of sign-ups ]

Feb. 8 - Feb. 22 | Matching, interest review, and assignments This is the period where the Hosts will check over references and request any additions that might be needed, do all the back-end matching, doublecheck that everyone who signed up is still interested, and hang out your assignments. All matches will be assigned on or before the 22nd.

Feb. 23 - Apr. 25 | Creation! This is the creation period! It's long on purpose, to allow time for participants to create work they're proud to gift their giftee, and also (if you like) to create "treats" for other participants. There will be mandatory check-ins on the weekends of the 22nd of March and the 5th of April. At these check-ins we will ask to see some manner of WIP, even if it's just a base sketch or a loose fic outline. We're not looking for polish at the initial check-in stage, only to see that work is underway and is a thoughtful representation of the giftee's MC. At the second check-in we will be wanting to see a work in a more polished state, to be assured that you can complete your piece by the deadline of Apr. 25.

Apr. 26 - May. 11 | Gift review Hosts will use this time to check over submitted works and ensure they meet event guidelines. If we need to request any edits to your finished work we will endeavour to do so as quickly as possible. This is also the final period for any last-minute pinch-hitting.

May. 12 | Reveal day! The big day! Gifts will be shared on tumblr, Ao3, and the official server and we'll all get to see and celebrate everyone's hard work and wonderful MCs :>

Additional Links:

• Sign-up form • 2025 Treat sheet • Exchange rules & guidelines • Exchange optional prompts • How to Submit to the WFRex Ao3 Collection • Official Wayfarer devblog • Official Wayfarer discord server (17+ only)

#wayfarer exchange #wayfarer #wayfarer IF #housekeeping #info post #pinned

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yoursinisforgiven · 1 month ago

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HAUNTING ME ──

pairing: none, elias x reader implied.

cw: mentions of gangs, mentions of guns, trauma/ptsd, mockery towards reader, dizziness, emotional abuse, nausea, stalking(?), faint mentions of death.

thank you sososo much @lolsforfun17 for writing with me! all due credits to her and her writing!

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You never thought you’d return to Stockton—not after everything. Leaving had felt like your only option, a vow never to look back after breaking free from the chaos of the gang. Yet here you were, drawn back not by choice but by necessity.

Since escaping, you had risen through the ranks at Smith & Wesson Inc., one of the largest weapons manufacturers, second only to Sytheson. The irony wasn’t lost on you. You’d fled a world steeped in violence, only to thrive in a company built on crafting its tools.

This meeting was one you couldn’t refuse. The details were vague—you were scheduled to meet with a shareholder to discuss a proposal—but as you reviewed the briefing materials, a name leapt out at you and froze you in place.

Equi Union.

Your breath caught, and your hands trembled as you stared at the name. Memories you had fought to bury surged to the surface. You forced yourself to keep preparing, but the unease clawed at you, threatening to unravel everything.

After everything, you still weren’t sure if the ghost of your past would ever let you go. You had escaped their world, but they were always watching. You knew this. They’d made sure of it.

The thought of Warden and James had settled like an anchor around your chest, tightening with every passing second. How much had they seen? How much had they tracked? Did they already know about the rise in your position, the reputation you had built for yourself? Of course, they did. They always did.

──

As 2:00 struck, you gathered the files and made your way to the conference room. With each step, the weight of your anxiety grew, and the world around you seemed to spiral further out of focus.

“Will it be them? What are they going to do to me? How will they react? …. will he be here…?”

Thousands of questions swarmed through your head, leaving as fast as they came.

You reach the large doors of conference room C, taking in a deep breath to steady yourself but failing as you feel the shaking in your legs, grabbing the handle for stability. The room felt colder now, like a place where time itself stood still, where nothing was ever quite right. You couldn’t turn back. Not now. You had a query feeling, something told you to turn back around—to avoid whatever this was entirely.

“This meeting better not be a waste of time.”

“They’ve been our suppliers for years, it won’t be.”

Then, like a faint echo from your past, you heard the voices —gravelly and all too familiar—sounded behind you, cutting through the air like a knife. Panic surged through you, a cold rush of fear, but you didn’t let it control you. Not anymore.

You swiftly turned the door knob, pushing yourself into the room with urgency. The door slammed shut behind you, the click of the latch giving you a momentary sense of security.

You couldn’t afford to let them see you like this., vulnerable and small. You weren't the scared barista anymore, the one who fumbled through orders and shrank beneath their gaze. No, that version of you was long gone. You’d learned how to stand your ground, how to assert yourself in a world that had tried to push you down and bury you.

Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your posture. You had a meeting to focus on, and you weren’t about to let their presence unsettle you. The door to your past had been shut, and there was no room for weakness now.

The voices continued to murmur on the other side, their conversation now indistinct, but you could feel the tension in the air. You could hear the thumping of your own heartbeat, and with it, the unspoken reminder of how much had changed.

How much you had changed.

──

You fumbled to line up the files in front of you, the papers rustling slightly under your hands, trembling as you tried to make it look like you had it together. They weren’t going to see you crumble. Determination fought for power but the strength of the anxiety that riddled you couldn’t shake off - but you forced your face to go blank, hiding the storm brewing inside.

A cold sweat broke out along your spine, your breath short and shallow, but you refused to let the fear consume you. You weren't that person anymore. Not the one who trembled at their presence. But despite the years, part of you still remembered the helplessness. The very first meeting you had with them.

Footsteps echoed outside the door, deliberate and steady, growing louder with each passing second. Your breath hitched, and for a fleeting moment, the instinct to bolt surged through you again. But you stayed rooted. Running wasn’t an option anymore—and it hadn’t been for a long time.

The knob twisted, and the door swung open. Two figures entered the room, their silhouettes sharp against the brightly lit hallway.

Nostalgia hits you like a freight train as James and Warden stand only a few feet away from you. They look almost the same as they did before, the tired look in their eyes and face - the slicked back hair and black suits. It was all too much, you couldn’t stay here you have to leave you-

“Well, the barista finally stepped up.” The words snap you out of your thoughts, you almost hadn’t realized that you’ve been staring at them all this time. It truly was laughable - this whole situation was.

You quickly rise from your seat, deciding to act as though you had never met.

With a practiced smile, you extended a hand, your fingers steady despite the turmoil roaring inside you. “I’m sorry, have we met before?” Your voice was smooth, calculated—stripped of any recognition. The words were empty, hollow, but they had to be said. You couldn’t show them any weakness.

James let out a low chuckle, slow and knowing. Plainly ignoring your hand. “That’s cute.” He stepped closer, his gaze raking over you like he was assessing an old possession, a habit he’s always had. “Really cute.”

Warden, ever the quieter of the two, simply watched you with an unreadable expression. His dark eyes betrayed nothing, but you knew him well enough to understand that his silence held more weight than James’ bravado.

You forced yourself not to react, not to let them see past the mask you had spent years perfecting. “If there’s nothing else, gentlemen, I believe we have a meeting to begin.” You gestured to the chairs, your tone clipped, professional. Indifferent.

James grinned, shaking his head as he pulled out a seat and dropped into it like he owned the place. “You’ve changed,” he mused, amusement laced in his voice. “Not sure if I like it.”

“That’s fortunate,” you replied coolly, “because I didn’t ask.” You sit back in your chair and cross your arms.

Warden finally spoke, his voice low and even. “We were wondering when you’d come back. You’ve come a long way since the last time we saw you,” Warden’s voice cut through the silence, steady but with an edge. “I’d say you’ve done well for yourself. A lot of people would be surprised.”

His words landed heavier than James’s mockery. For just a split second, you could’ve thought he almost sounded proud. But you knew better.

They weren’t just empty jabs. They were pointed. Personal. You froze, the words feeling like they landed somewhere deep in your chest. Of course, they knew. They always knew. It was naive to think there weren’t eyes on you even now.

James chuckled, a sound not entirely friendly. The same fake laugh you remember. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you? A fancy office now, some high-profile meetings. A real executive now.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist. Like this had been inevitable. Like you had never really escaped. Like all of your hard work in building this new life was insignificant.

You have kept a low profile ever since you left. Stayed out of the limelight. Moved cities, travelling for work. But it wasn’t enough. They had watched you—every step. Every promotion. Every new connection you’d made. They knew your career trajectory, your financial successes. Nothing had gone unnoticed.

You folded your hands over the table, forcing yourself to meet their eyes. “Let’s get to business now shall we.”

Because no matter what they thought, no matter what ghosts they were trying to resurrect—you weren’t that person anymore.

And you weren’t going to let them drag you back. No matter how hard they tried.

You could feel a flicker of fear run through you—the same feeling you used to have every time you saw him. That suffocating dread. The thought of him stepping into your life again, after all this time, was a cruel reminder that some things never let go.

──

You laid out all of the facts in the well organized folders you prepared for them. Keeping it as professional as any other meeting. Proving to them—or maybe yourself that you are cut out for this and deserved every bit of it.

They questioned everything. Pushing at your buttons without mercy just to see if you’d crack. The motive was clear to you, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

What was supposed to be a simple check up meeting turned into a full interrogation. Why did they have to act like this? You hadn’t done anything to them those years ago except survive., but somehow it was the biggest mistake you’d ever made.

How could the same people responsible for protecting you and your parents those years ago treat you like this? The boss - no. His father. The man whose approval you so desperately sought out for, sitting before you with a scowl.

“Where did you get the idea that we had agreed to this deal?” Warden's voice echoed in the room, laced with condescension.

You sighed. forcing your expression into neutrality, answering without missing a beat. “The terms were confirmed in the preliminary discussions, and all documents were cleared with the legal department."

James chuckled darkly, leaning back in his chair with an expression that made your stomach churn. "You really think we're just gonna take you at your word, huh? That you’ve really moved past… all of it?" His words slid off his tongue like venom.

You didn't flinch, at least not physically. "I’m not asking for your trust, James. I’m simply presenting facts."

The smile on his face only deepened. "Facts, huh? Let's see if your facts are as solid as you think." He glanced at Warden, who nodded slightly in acknowledgment, the silent understanding between them palpable.

You only laugh softly to yourself in response. You weren’t going to let them break you.

James pushed himself forward suddenly, his hands splayed across the table as he leaned in, eyes narrowing. "We both know that’s not true.”

Your hands tightened around the files in front of you, but your voice remained unwavering. "I’m not the person I was before. I've earned my place here. My history doesn’t define me anymore."

The air between you all thickened, a heavy silence lingering as Warden continued to observe you, as if searching for cracks in your resolve.

“Now, Gentlemen, this is getting off topic. All queries were dealt with beforehand, none of this information is new to you, so please if we could continue I have other meetings to attend”

Lie.

A pitiful one at that, born from the very insecurities you’ve tried so hard to bury.

James lets out a condescending laugh, and your stomach twists with anger. Warden merely glances at him before leaning back in his seat, his voice smooth as ever.

“Well, we wouldn’t want to keep you from such important business now, would we?”

Defeat settles over you. Anger simmers beneath the surface, your body tense with the effort of holding it in. The pain, the frustration—it still lingers, gnawing at you, refusing to fade. The nightmares. The constant need to look over your shoulder, even in this new life.

You glare at warden, meeting his gaze with challenge, something you never would’ve dared to do before.

And somehow, worse than James’s mocking laughter, is the ghost of another. A different laugh, one that echoes through your mind like a cruel reminder. You had hoped—prayed—you’d forget by now. Forget him. His touch. His voice. His smile.

Elias.

It’s almost haunting, really, how the past never seems to stay buried.

The mask falls. For just a second.

Your breath catches in your throat, the name lingering in your mind like a wound torn open all over again. You refuse to look shaken—won’t give James, or anyone else in this room, that satisfaction—but the weight of it is suffocating. The past has always had a cruel way of creeping back in, no matter how far you run.

James notices. Of course, he does. His smirk deepens, eyes glinting with something unreadable, something dangerous. He doesn’t have to say anything. He knows exactly where your mind has gone.

Warden shifts beside him, ever the composed one, but there’s something calculating in the way he watches you. Studying. Waiting.

You force your expression to smooth over, swallowing down the emotions clawing at your throat. You sit back in your seat before gathering every file and standing.

“If we’re done here, I have more important things to handle.” Your voice comes out steady, sharp—a practiced mask.

James raises an eyebrow at this, a condescending smirk painted on his face. “Where do you think you're going? we aren’t done here.”

“There is nothing more to discuss. A copy of all paperwork will be sent to Equi Union by my secretary this afternoon. Good day, gentlemen.”

James scoffed, his words dripping with mockery. “We’re not done here. I wouldn’t walk out on this meeting if I were you.”

Your steps stop in place for just a moment. Then continued without another word, walking to the door, fighting the tremor in your legs. You had to keep moving, keep your cool. Their laughter echoed behind you, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

But just before you reached the door, Warden’s voice called out, sending a jolt through your chest. In a voice as clam and calculated as ever.

“We will be seeing you again.”

You shut the door behind you, trying not to faint as all projected confidence falters - shatters completely. As if your legs were numb, and your whole body shook, the ability to walk seemed like a distant memory.

You could still hear it in Warden’s voice—the way he said your name like it was something sour in his mouth. The syllables dragged out, dipped in disdain, like he couldn’t bear the taste of it. You swallowed hard, fighting the nausea rising like bile in your throat. I’m not that person anymore, you told yourself, again and again, but the words echoed in your mind with all the conviction of smoke. Thin. Faint. Dissolving.

They’d be out any second.

You couldn’t stay here.

They couldn’t see you like this—shaken, barely holding yourself upright, breath hitching in your chest like something caught in a snare.

Your thoughts shrieked inside your skull, frantic and jagged, crashing against one another like waves in a storm.

You shoved off the door, your palm leaving a faint print against the cold surface. Your legs moved before your brain could catch up, stumbling forward in uneven steps. Each stride was clumsy, fueled by the desperate urge to put distance between yourself and them. Your vision tunneled. The air felt too thick. Your heart punched against your ribs, one frantic beat after another.

And then— A sound, sudden and sharp, like glass breaking in a quiet room.

You flinched.

Just ahead, something clattered against the floor—a cascade of papers slipping from someone’s arms, fanning out across the hallway like startled birds. The noise echoed off the walls, jarring you back into the now.

Instinct overrode everything else. You dropped into a crouch, reaching blindly for the scattered pages. The paper crackled under your fingertips—cool and smooth, the corners bent slightly from the fall.

Next to you, another hand reached out. No words. Just the soft shuffle of paper being collected, the calm rhythm of motion. For a moment, the chaos in your head dulled beneath the simplicity of the task. A small island of quiet.

Then— Something yellow caught your eye.

A pen, lying just inches from your hand. Not just any pen. Bright yellow plastic, a bit scuffed at the corners, the top shaped like a star—childish, whimsical. Familiar. Painfully familiar.

You froze.

Fingers trembling, you picked it up and turned it over in your palm. That old, absurd warmth bloomed in your chest—an ache disguised as comfort. A memory you didn’t invite but couldn’t turn away from. It couldn’t be. But—

No.

You looked up slowly, as if the air had thickened around you, dragging every second into eternity. The world lost its sharpness, the edges of everything blurring like wet ink on paper. Your gaze locked with a pair of warm brown eyes, and your heart lurched like it had been yanked backward.

Those eyes.

The ones from your dreams. From your memories. Still soft at the corners, still somehow kind, still too much.

That face. That same face you’d tried to forget and failed. The one you’d memorized without meaning to.

The hallway vanished. The walls fell away. All that existed was this moment—this impossible, fragile moment—where the past collided violently with the present.

And then you heard yourself speak.

Barely a whisper. Just breath and disbelief tangled together.

“…Elias?”

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author's note: thank god asriel is coming back

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