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anisangeldust · 5 months ago

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Cupids Arrow | S.M.

Summary: After falling pathetically in love; Sam Monroe decides to give Valentine’s Day a chance.

Pairing: Sam Monroe x popular!Fem reader

Warnings: annoying Sam, use of “faggot” (in a playful way) and “gaybo” (derogatory), lwk self loathing, loser in love Sam, kinda a heavy make out sesh, semi public smut, dry humping, premature ejaculation ? Whimpering Sam, reader teases him and he gets off on it.

A/N: this is lwk self insert and I’m not ashamed abt it. Also I lwk hate it but wtv :( happy vday!!

“Naw bro, she’s fine as fuck” Josh nudges his friend as you walk past. You’d switched high schools and joined the previous semester. It’s as if you were an overnight success, fresh blood, pretty face, and rich parents, a recipe for being the top of the social ladder.

Even sad, mopey, emo Sam Monroe wasn’t immune to your charm

“Fuck off dude, she’d never go for you. You look and act like a faggot. She needs a strong man.” Josh’s friend flexes and raises his eyebrows up and down at you. You rolled your eyes playfully and continued walking to class.

With a scowl, Sam’s eyes followed the whole interaction. What of you did want him? Why did he care? Sam didn’t want you, or your preppy attitude, you fluffy hair that fell above your boobs, your low rise Abercrombie & Finch jeans that barely pass dress code— No. No. He didn’t care about or notice you. You or your big eyes and full lips— No.

And he especially didn’t notice you or the way his heart rate sped up when you smiled at him.

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If there’s one thing Sam hated more than his father it was P.E. You were the only thing that made the class tolerable. Except he didnt think that because he barely noticed you or your teeny Juicy Couture shorts at all.

Even worse than P.E. (And Sam’s dad) was dodgeball. Fuck dodgeball. Sam thought as he stood in the corner of the gym and watched all the popular guys peacock for your attention.

A star ball hit Sam in the face, and the accompanying voice of one of the jocks followed “you’re out gaybo! Sit the fuck down!” And Sam rolled his eyes, sitting down as he flipped off the guy.

Like a guardian angel sent by a god he didn’t believe in, you threw a ball at the jock and got him out, playfully flipping him off like Sam did.

You go up to Sam and offer a hand. “C’mon, you’re back in. You okay? Looked like a nasty hit.” You smile.

Despite the bit of chill in the winter air, Sam felt a warmth spread across his face. “Yeah no.. whatever. Im good. Im fine” he scoffs, taking your hand to get up and dropping it suddenly when he realizes he just accidentally held your hand

“M’kay” I smile and saunter off to keep playing.

——

“It doesn’t mean anything. Shes nice to everyone” Sam sighs and rubs his face as he and Corey sit in the roof of his station wagon.

Corey takes a long inhale of their shared cigarette “yeah but..” he exhales “she helped you.. or some shit. I don’t know. But I can feel it. She likes you dude” he lays back.

Sam leans back and looks up at the sky, biting his bottom lip in contemplation. “Yeah but— fuck man. I can’t just ask her to be my valentine. That’s corny. And she probably has one” Sam sighs

Corey rolls his eyes “does she even entertain the other guys? There’s no harm in asking. Just like, buy her flowers or chocolate or something I don’t know. But ask her” Corey takes a puff.

“Y’know what. Fuck it man. I’ll ask” Sam nods and takes the cigarette, taking a long breath in and letting the exhale dwindle away in the night sky, his mind on you, you and your plump lips..

“Do you think Angel likes roses?” Sam groans

Corey huffs “probably. Get some chocolate too. Shit dude, maybe even a card” he giggles.

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Walking through the halls of the school had never been so embarrassing. Who did Sam think he was? Using the little bit of cash he had that he’d usually spend on weed for chocolate and stupid flowers? It was too late to back down now. He had to focus.. but even as you got closer he could feel your eyes on him..

Clutching the six roses in his hand, Sam clears his throat to get your attention. “Hey.. uhm— could I talk to you..?” He murmurs and looks around at your friends. Your popular friends, all hanging around your locker. This was a bad idea.

The gentle smile that teased the corner of your lips almost made him forget to breathe “Of course.” You smile and lead him away to a different hallway “we’ll be right back” you look back at your friend then focus on him.

Oh god he was going to do it. “Uhm.. I was wondering if maybe you’d like.. I dunno.. be my valentine?” He murmurs and holds out the roses, opening his backpack and grabbing the chocolate.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, he was so close to just walking away, but the gentle sound of your giggles bring his gaze back. “Of course I will Sammy” you take the gifts “thank you, these are beautiful.

He was shocked. You said yes? This was a joke. A bet. You were just pitying him. “Really?” He whispers, not quite registering that you actually agreed. “Well uhm.. how about I like.. take you to dinner..?” He spews before his mind can catch up with his mouth.

You smile wider “Yes really. And I’d like that.” You take out a notebook and scribble down two things “here’s my number and address. Let me know the details” you kiss his cheek “Bye Sammy”.

He’s eyes followed you like a magnet “See ya..” he mumbles, bringing a hand up to where you kissed him, gently touching the spot with the pads of his fingers.

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Nervous wasn’t even in the ballpark of emotions he was feeling. This still had to be some elaborate prank, a joke, never mind that he’d called you 3 times and told you to be ready for a dinner he planned, his heart swelling at the excited tone of your voice. You’d stand him up, he’d drive to your house like an idiot and you’d tell him you weren’t serious.

Telling his parents was arguably just as nerve wracking.

<<Hey mom uhm, could you help me.. maybe?>> Sam mumbled to his mother, Robin, as she cooked dinner, her eyes widened in surprise as not only did her angsty son talk to her, but he was asking for help?

She smiled << yeah i suppose.. with what..?>> her tone was gentle, almost hesitant.

Sam shrugged <<I uhm.. like.. maybe have a Valentine’s Day date..>> he cleared his throat and had to stop the smile as his mom rattled on about who you were and then helped Sam with all the details.

Standing at the door of your very nice home, in his only pair of decent dress slacks and a black button down, Sam clutched the bouquet of roses his mom helped pick out and rang the doorbell.

A middle aged woman with sleek brown hair answered the door. “Ah, you must be Sam” she smiles.

Sam nods, running a hand through his black and blue hair “yeah.. that’s me” he gives a lopsided smile “is your daughter ready?” He asks.

“She should be.” Your mom turns into the house “darling! Your dates here!” And the click clack of heels meets Sam’s ears.

You looked stunning. Breathtaking. Sam was flummoxed as he met your gaze. Your dress was a beautiful blush color, and your makeup matched. Sam reminded himself to blink as you approached “Hey.. happy Valentine’s Day” he quirked up his lips and held out the bouquet of flowers.

“These are gorgeous. Thank you” you smile and take his hand, this time on purpose, and walk to his car. Sam opens the passenger seat before climbing in the drivers seat and twisting his key.

Mr. Self destruct by Nine Inch Nails starts to play up again and Sam quickly turns it off “Sorry.. I was uh..” he flushes with sudden embarrassment at his music taste.

You turn the dial back up “don’t apologize. I’d be happy to listen to the music you enjoy” you smile and admire his side profile as he drives, your eyes drawn to the way his hands fiddle with the gear shift, taking in the faint scent of weed that lingers on the leather seats. It was so him, so perfect.

——

The date was perfect. A beautiful awkward mix of Sam’s corny jokes and your elegant aura. It became clear that not only was it not a pity date, but maybe you actually liked him back? He tried not to let himself dwell on the idea. But as the server called you guys “cute” and you just thanked him, Sam could feel himself falling deeper into this boyish crush.

Walking out of the restaurant hand in hand, Sam decided to deviate from his original plan “We should get ice cream. I know this lookout point I smoke at sometimes. It’s perfect for stargazing” the sudden boost of confidence he had talking for him.

“I’d like that a lot” you take his hand and walk to his car.

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For the first time Sam felt like the universe was on his side. Eating ice cream on Valentine’s Day, sitting in the open trunk of his car with the girl he likes and watching the stars after a successful date, the only thing that would make it better was if he didn’t have a raging boner from watching you lick cream off your lips.

As you got down to the bottom of your cone and started to lick the melted desert off your fingers, Sam wiggled and tried to pull away. But you noticed. Of course you noticed.

“Something wrong?” You look at him and scoot closer.

He swallowed audibly “nothing.. nothing wrong.. I’m great” he shakes his head vehemently.

You lean your head closer, the hot air mingling between you “you sure? You look flushed” you giggle and tease.

He dares to lean in “am not!”

You smile “are too” and then your lips attach. The kiss is heavy, full of Sams insecurity and your desire. His inexperienced tongue moves around your mouth, his pants growing tighter from the taste of your lips.

Climbing onto his lap, you finally see the source of his awkwardness “mmm.. is that what’s wrong?” You tease and gently move your hips over his hard on.

Sam gasps into the kiss, whimpering and letting his mouth part “y-yeah..” he stutters, trying to latch onto his last shred of gentlemanly thoughts.

“You’re so adorable” your giggles make him flushed.

“I’m not adorable.. I’m.. I dunno..” he stutters pathetically, panting into the kiss and bucking his hips up.

You keep moving “pretty sure you are. You’re whimpering like a loser. A cute loser” you kiss and suck on his jaw.

Sam lets out a moan “nuh uh..” he tries for the last time to hold on, but as he opens his eyes and meets your gaze, he’s done for. With one finally little whine, he cums in his pants, bucking his hips up and kissing you.

Both if you look at eachother with wide eyes, the look in his is terrified, the look in yours in playful “did you just..?” And he tears up

“Sorry.. ‘m so sorry.. couldn’t help it..” he pouts and looks at his lap.

You flick his nose to get his attention “I’m not mad Sammy.. that was.. hot” he giggle and kiss him again.

“Hot..?” He mumbles and his hands find your waist.

“And pathetic. Hot and pathetic.” You confirm with a nod of your head.

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noriimura · 5 months ago

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namgyu headcannons’’

warnings: dark! namgyu, drugs, smoking, addictions, family issues, selfharm, mention of death

an: here we go again, part 2!! although Valentine's Day has already passed, but i want to congratulate you, I hope you celebrated this holiday well with your loved one.

he has no empathy. he doesn't want to and doesn't try to understand people. as a child, when he was very young, he often ran away from home so as not to see his parents, who, as always, quarreled, fought or fucked, he always tried to understand them, that it was difficult for them and it would pass, but no one wanted to understand him. he felt sorry for everyone, if his friend fell, he was the first to run to ask if everything was okay, if someone's pet died, he sat and cried with him, but no one was ever interested in him. how is he? why is he sad? is everything okay with him? neither friends nor parents, no one cared, and after a while he didn't care, soon he lost all human feelings, his parents began to quarrel more often and he stopped feeling sorry for them, he just walked by as if it were necessary, if someone complains to him, he always says "wow well, it happens" or some similar short phrase, he does not know how to react to human suffering and feelings and what to say, he just speaks without thinking about how his interlocutor will react. It's none of his business. he doesn't care.

I think as a teenager he was engaged in self-harm, he hated himself and this world, he didn't want anything, he never thought about death, he didn't consider it a way out or some kind of reasonable solution, but he considered self-harm as an excellent way to relieve mental pain, translate it into physical, after a couple of years namgyu started using drugs, forgetting It's about this kind of self-harm, but the white stripes on his wrists will always stay with him, a flashback to the past.

he hates winter like hell, he hates snow, he hates going outside in winter, he takes a lot of sick days just to stay at home and not go outside once again. He doesn't want to feel the cold and the unpleasant sensation of small flakes of snow that lay on his warm skin, burning it with cold

he also has a rather weak immune system, which is why he is constantly ill.

I also think he has anemia, which makes him freeze quickly, whether it's summer or spring, when a light wind blows, you can soon see him covered with a huge amount of goosebumps, he constantly walks around in huge sweatshirts two sizes too big, hiding his hands in his sleeves to keep warm.

he doesn't give a damn about his health, he doesn't care, he doesn't treat colds and takes sick days only to rest at home, if there is a complication from some minor illness, he will not go to the doctor saying that it will pass by itself.

if he doesn't care about his health, let alone the dosage of drugs, he never calculates a gram, doing everything by eye, he doesn't think at all about an overdose and terrible consequences, he doesn't care, but it's all before the first overdose, he won't think about it until he finds himself on the verge of life and death

namgyu has a terribly disrupted regime, because of his work at the club, he can stay up all night working, filling out and signing regular papers, which is part of the duties of the MD of the club, after a sleepless night, he can sleep through the next day or drink a third cup of coffee just to stay awake, often neglects sleep for a couple of hours at the computer, instead of relaxing on his days off.

when he rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt, you can see a huge number of patches on his hands, because of the punctured forearms with syringes, he sealed the fresh blue-purple bruises and scars with patches so that it would not catch the eye of the club's visitors.

he doesn't like bright, acidic or too saturated colors, he prefers dark and gloomy shades, whether it's the interior, some objects or clothes, it seems to me that he can most often be seen dressed in black or dark clothes.

he is very irritable, if something goes wrong as he planned in advance, something does not work out, someone tries to insult him, if someone distracts him when he is focused or busy with something, he will lose his temper, I am sure that everything can come to a fight in which namgyu will strike the first blow.

He has a lot of bruises on his body that appear for no particular reason, especially on his legs and arms, he does not remember where they came from or where he could have earned them if he did not fall or hit anywhere.

he hates stupid people, it's not even about knowledge, but about their development, and development for him is a sense of humor, a sense of humor means a lot to namgyu, if a person jokes funny on any topic, then when it's necessary and knows how to close his mouth in time, namgyu already likes it, he hates pathetic attempts to make jokes from people who don't know how to do this, hate people who joke stupidly and expect some kind of reaction from people, it's a pity.

he carefully chooses his friends, thoughtless acquaintances are not about him, he needs to communicate with a person for a couple of months, communicate on various topics, asking various questions to understand whether they can connect or not. however, a couple of really funny jokes, the presence of individual charisma or a couple of silly old-fashioned jokes and he will already be interested. That's basically how he became friends with Thanos.

he smokes a lot and smokes more likely not even for some kind of reassurance, but for aesthetic pleasure and just because he is addicted or bored, he may not worry or think about anything, he will just see a bright pack lying on the table and go smoke because it is a habit, he is used to smoking often and a lot and he's not going to do anything about it.

#124 #nam gyu #player 124 #roh jae won #squid game #i love namgyu #nam gyu squid game #player 124 x reader #headcanons #shitpost #headcanon #roh #namgyu x reader #bad english #i love you #nam gyu x reader

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love-in-my-twenties · 1 year ago

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Habits that changed my life for the better

I stopped joking about myself. It was mostly about suicide jokes (it was a decision that I made after the worst moment of my journey with depression, if I can call it that), but, really, it's about all self-deprecating stuff. It may be just jokes, but it stays in your brain.

Positive attitude. It's similar to manifestation, in a way, but in a... down to earth way, I guess. Thinking positively about stuff changes everything for me. Almost everything is simpler.

I deleted Twitter. It may be a different social media for everyone, of course - now probably TikTok for most - but, well, Twitter was where I spent long hours everyday. I started taking breaks from it about a year and a half ago and deleted it in August. It was hard - I loved the community there and I miss the daily updates from my fav fandoms, but it's for the best. I still can't explain how Twitter affected me but I do feel better since I stopped spending so much time there.

Taking vitamins. I didn't think it would really make a difference but it definitely did. The biggest surprise for me was vitamin C - my immune system has improved super quickly when I started supplementing it. I didn't even realise how bad it was before. Other than that, I take B complex, A+E (hair, skin), and iron (i tend to have a deficiency of it). (& D when it's winter).

Having a consistent skin care routine. It's calming and both doing the routine and seeing the effects make me feel better. (I do realise that many people have more demanding skin than me and searching for the right products can be frustrating and expensive. I'm just talking about my experience).

Other things that I think are worth mentioning:

Therapy - just a short explanation that I've been on therapy (with breaks) for about 6 years now. I've had social anxiety for most of my life, now still struggle with depression (and amnesia, actually) a bit, but what I wanted to mention here is that I learned a lot from it. It's obvious, but I just think it's important to pinpoint that I did not just learn how to think more positively and love myself by myself.

Exercising! - I still struggle to make it a habit, but when I actually do exercise regularly (I do pilates), I really feel better. It's worth it.

Hydration - same with drinking water. I really don't think I have to explain it in any way lol.

#habits #self care #self care tips #self love #daily habits #healing #growth #wellness #text post #it girl #that girl #health #self improvement #self development #this post has been waiting in my drafts for a while now and i thought that i'll finally publish it

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purple-writer8 · 1 year ago

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Heather - ACOTAR

Azriel x Winter Court Reader

“But I watch your eyes as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky… she’s got you mesmerized. While I die.”

warnings: unrequited love, pining, evil thoughts, intrusive thoughts, lesser fae thinks shes not enough, hating on girl, self doubt, oblivious az

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Crushing on the shadowsinger was a bad idea, you knew that since the moment you joined the Inner Circle centuries ago. It was a family, and familiar dynamics could very well be affected by your stupid little crush, but that didn’t stop your heart from beating for him.

You were a master of lies, Azriel’s second in command as Spymaster— you were good at being a chameleon— at lying. So you’ve spent your entire life in the Inner Circle, lying to everyone, hiding your feelings for Azriel because surely you were not worthy enough for the shadowsinger.

He was one of the strongest warriors in Prythian, the only current shadowsinger, an Ilyrian. You… you were just a sneaky thief turned spy. A lesser fae from the Winter Court, with eyes so white, you were terrifying to your enemies. Fingertips so cold, that with enough conviction, whatever you touched turned into frost.

You weren’t enough for Azriel, or anyone really. The High Lord had found you three hundred centuries ago, you had somehow snuck into Hewn City, and then you had stolen heaps of artifacts and sold them in the Winter Court for profit. You were stealthy and quick, something he had appreciated when Cassian and Azriel finally brought you to him.

Rhysand gave you two choices: to be handed over to Kallias as a criminal, or stay in his court and serve him— because he was sure you would excel as a spy. In exchange, you got a family, gold, clothes, and a warm bed. It was a no-brainer for you.

Azriel and you were a dream team and with time, your feelings for the shadowsinger went from admiration to adoration. Who wouldn’t adore him? He was perfection, he was everything, and he was the love of your life— you weren’t his, though.

You had never expressed your feelings because, frankly, you were not sure that you could handle rejection. So you pined and loved him in silence, hoping that one day a miracle dawned on him, and he would somehow fall for you— a frosty lesser fae. You knew you two were not mates, but cauldron, you could wish and yearn.

It was more than wishful dreaming, though sometimes you thought that just maybe— maybe he reciprocated your feelings. He was so kind to you, so doting, so careful.

Though, that all stopped when Elain Archeron dropped into all of your lives. You liked Feyre, and loved Nesta— but Elain, you hated her. The middle Archeron was perfection, everything you were not. She was soft, kind, beautiful, High Fae, and… Azriel liked her.

You knew it was bad that you hated her for being of his interest, but you had never once claimed to be a good person. Two years into her arrival and you could not stand the likes of her.

You were sitting in the River House, playing board games with the Inner Circle, Nesta, and Lucien. Much to your delight, Elain hadn’t joined. It was the beginning of winter in the Night Court, and though you were made of ice— you weren’t immune to the cold. You shivered as you laid down one of your cards, and it caused Cassian to laugh at you.

“You turned my room into ice last winter solstice, and now you shiver?” He teased you, making you roll your white eyes at him. “Should’ve brought a coat,” Feyre taunted you, and you nodded. “Guys, I really thought it wasn’t as cold,” you chuckled, rubbing your cold as ice hands together to get some warmth, which was to no avail because there was no warmth inside you. Frost appeared in your hands at this action, causing you to groan.

Your heart stopped, though, when you felt a warm sweater wrapping around your shoulders. Your eyes flickered to Azriel, who gave you a small smile, “thank you,” you said softly.

“It looks better on you than it does me,” the shadowsinger shrugged, his shadows coiling around your frozen hands, trying to warm you up. You smiled, about to answer, but his eyes snapped away from you, as did his shadows. Your eyes followed his gaze, meeting with Elain as she walked through the living room and into the kitchen. Your heart dropped, she was a sight for sore eyes, a sight for Azriel’s eyes.

She had him mesmerized, and you felt like you wanted to die. Inching away from Azriel, you continued your game, dropping his sweater unto the couch behind you. You were an ice fae, you could manage.

When dinner came around, you were quiet all through the affair. You seethed in silence as you watched him drape the very same sweater he had given you, over Elain’s shoulders. The cold pulsed through your veins, and soon your utensils were turning into ice as you watched the scene unfold.

Elain told some story about her up-and-coming garden, and you got the urge to go and freeze her flowers to death. Obviously you did not. She was an angel, a good person.

You kind of wished she were dead. You reprimanded your mind for being so evil. How could anyone ever love you? You were terrible… and not even half as pretty as Elain. Your thoughts were dark, and your heart made of stone-cold ice. Love was not something you would ever get.

After dinner, you seethed outside. The snow that fell over you felt like fire on your skin, and you could feel your fingertips freezing as they created small snowflakes. “Come inside, it’s so cold outside,” that husky voice you worshiped spoke from the from door, causing you to turn to him.

His shadows rushed to you, swirling around your body to shield you from the snow. You turned away from Azriel, not wanting him to see you in your essence. Your veins shone black underneath your pale skin, your eyes glowing white, while ice slipped from your fingers and wrapped itself around you.

You heard his footsteps crunching in the snow, then large wings wrapped around you in a protective manner as he towered over you. “Don’t look at me,” you mumbled, your eyes casting downward, not wanting him to see your eyes.

“Why?” He asked softly, scarred thumb wiping away frost that had gathered on your cheek. Then it clasped around your chin, tilting it upward so you looked up at him.

His hazel eyes skimmed over your face slowly, “what’s wrong?” He asked softly, making you tilt your face away from his grasp. “Don’t.” You stated. You wished he knew, wish that you had been obvious enough, because you were so tired of pining for someone who did not love you back.

“What?” He asked, a puzzled look happening upon his chiseled and devastatingly beautiful face. “You gave her your sweater,” you did not care how preposterous you were being, you couldn’t hold back. You had enough of this.

"What? It’s just a sweater, does it matter?” Azriel asked, his shadows coiling around his ear to whisper in his ear. Jealous girl, jealous fae.

“You like her better.” The jealousy was pouring out of you, manifesting in ice that crawled all over your body.

“I can’t keep wishing I was Elain.”

Part Two

Author’s Note:

IK the elain/azriel x pining reader is done a lot butttttt i love this song and i wanted to write my take on the triangle with heather as inspiration!

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fernpetals · 6 months ago

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Fragile

An extension of THIS ask

More of Yandere Tom Ludlow and his dollification-kink

Warning: Stalking, manipulation, infantilization, implied restraining and dub-con, manhandling, abuse of authority, power imbalance, dollification(obviously), corruption kink, non-con caretaking, implied age-gap, hints of conditioning and, blackmailing

Credit to the GIF owner.

Unedited Piece.

Soft yet dark Tom, a little rough around the edges maybe. Anyway, enjoy!

In his twenties, Tom had foolishly envisioned his forties— a picture-perfect life with a wife, a dog maybe, even kids–the typical picket fence scenario. He was young, he could dream, he was naive, and he could dare to have a rose-tinted lens for the police department.

Now he truly is in his forties and reality is staring back at him as the paperwork piled on his desk and a cold home to go back to. Tonight, he won’t have to though— he is going to hunt those motherfucking drug dealers responsible for a shootout and he is going to make sure to get them bloody. But of course, Officer Tom Ludlow would be home at the time, as per records.

That pretty much sums up Tom Ludlow in his forties. He is cynical, he is self-loathing and he has nothing to lose, or look forward to. His only purpose, honouring his oath- ‘To Serve and Protect’.

Be it by any means necessary.

Well, that is until you come into the picture. Like the warm sun on a winter morning, he simply wants to bask in your light, in your warmth. Tom never realised that somewhere, he had that craving for warmth and sweetness alive in him until you came into his life.

How can it be selfish to want you all to himself? You have no fucking idea how nasty the world can be. And you sweet little thing alone there? You might have survived until now by some miracle, but Tom cannot risk it anymore.

He loves seeing you in sundresses. The warmer months are suddenly his favourite. You, in a soft, pretty sundress and a cone of your favourite ice cream? Tom realises that he is not immune to heart eyes after all. He is head over heels for you. Tom is so lucky to have you in his life.

Though maybe the same can’t be said about you.

Tom sees you as a fragile little thing. Especially if you are a regular civilian, especially if you are younger. You do not understand how ugly the world can be, how dangerous it can be. Of course, he needs to keep track of you twenty-four-seven—what do you mean you are going out all by yourself beyond that convenience store? Even that is forbidden after sundown. He simply loves taking care of you, making you dependent on him, making you need him so that even the thought of leaving him never occurs in your sweet, sweet mind.

Imagine getting frustrated and so disappointed at his behaviour—you yell angrily and he acts like you are throwing a tantrum and need to calm down—the power imbalance is glaring and it is the red flag you had so foolishly ignored in the beginning of the relationship. But if you think you can leave, Tom will only shake his head—you naive little thing. Don’t you see? He is on the top of the chain. He has the means and all the loopholes. He can keep you locked up in his home for a long, long time and no one would even know. Who knew that his other home on the city's outskirts could be of such good use? You can come back to your normal life once the stupid notions of leaving leave your pretty little head—don’t try to pretend and lie to him, he will sniff it out in seconds.

And if you are not in a relationship with him, he is going to patrol the area you live in quite often. Suddenly, you see his car frequently in your neighbourhood. Imagine just getting home late for some reason— work, party, just some quality time with yourself or with friends, maybe even a hook-up and a police car pulls up, stopping you in your tracks.

“Don’t you know how dangerous it is this late?”

He is going to interrogate you then and there. Where were you? What were you doing? When do you walk out of your office normally? It is weird, but he towers upon you and has this piercing stare and the kind aura that screams ‘authority’ and you find yourself answering him instead. Much to his pleasure.

If he gets any hint about a possible relationship or hook-up. That guy is royally fucked. In a couple of days, you get the news of him being involved in some case, or crime and now he is behind bars? Or maybe he is sent to the hospital for a while? Either way, you are not seeing him again.

Yandere Tom is the type to insert himself in your life and your personal affairs—you do not like it? You do not know what’s good for you, he knows best, and he will take care of you. If you test his patience though, you will find yourself cornered, literally.

“Do you even know how the world works? You go skipping around like a little doe, dressed so pretty, without a care. You need me. Now quit it and get into the car before I make you.”

He is not afraid to manhandle you, though he keeps in mind to be unrelenting and firm, while not hurting you. But that’s all. Other than that, you can swear, scream or beg all you want. If he decides that something or somewhere is not good for you, there is no changing his mind. You can only try to hurt him with your cute, bare hands, it amuses him.

He is the type to blackmail you into entering a relationship with him. And if that doesn’t work, he is not above kidnapping you.

So, either way, you are ending up under his roof, under his control so that he can pamper and protect you like he always wanted to. He dresses you up in sweet and bright-coloured clothes—sundresses, especially and pounces at every chance to flip it over and sink his tongue, finger or length into you. And he makes sure that you enjoy it. Every time you come, you are looking into his eyes and mewling his name like the good little doll that you are.

Imagine him using your fear to his advantage—his anger is scary, and while is will never lay a hand on you, there are other people he can beat into a pulp and if you don't want that, better behave. He does not like the fact that you are afraid of him, but if that is what keeps you in line and safe, so be it.

He loves to have his hand all over you, it’s like a need—he has to be touching you all the time he is at home. He is addicted– to you, to your presence, your light, your touch. There is no going back. You are his sweet, fragile doll— so don’t fight him, you will only exhaust and frustrate yourself.

#yandere tom ludlow #yandere tom ludlow x reader #dark tom ludlow #tom ludlow #tom ludlow x reader #street kings #yandere cop #yandere cop x reader

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ghostieyanyan · 2 years ago

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~Yandere Regrets~

Yan!Ruggie x mc

Yan!Silver x mc

Yan!Cater x mc

Yan!Vil x mc

i thought of this a while ago so hehe.. what does a yandere regret? where's the line for yanderes? hurting their darling? punishment? threats??

Warnings: death, hinted of child birth (its still gender neutral but if you feel uncomfortable with it, you can just say its yandere delusions ^^), sleep spell, manipulation, self-loathing, death threats, hate mail(?), mind break, kinda creeping

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Ruggie

you were supposed to be fine.. this wasn't how it suppose to be... you and him were supposed to grow old and die together. but no. Life always had to spit in his face.

He was stupid.. you were so different from him and he didn't even think about what your body was strong or weak against. the cold in the slums was easy for him to handle, duh, he grew up there... but you were different...

he should have given you vaccines or something to protect you from the slums sicknesses. he should have slowly eased you into the slums with his family... to build up your immune system.

he couldn't get mad at anyone... only himself..

Ruggie wanted you to be part of his life so badly, he took you to the slums in the dead of night and never looked bad at NRC.

Crowley found the way to your world and you just had a week to say your goodbyes... he didn't want you to leave! he didn't want to say goodbye!

the timing was awful... if it was around the end of the year, he could have graduated and then he'll get a good job to support his family, you, and the family he'd like to make with you..

but he was impassion and scared he'll lose you forever.. and he ultimately lost you in the most cruelest ways.

in the slums, everyone knows that you have to be very careful to not get sick. cuts are even worst. sickness means you need medicine, medicine cost money, which they don't have...

it was supposed to just be a common cold...

it was winter time, the snow was starting to fall and covered the slums in a thin layer of snow. it'll likely go away in the morning but it was still cold out. even in sunset savanna.

Most of the kids stayed inside because of the cold. some, who can handle the cold, were playing outside.

Ruggie was with his grandma making you soup. you had a pretty nasty cough and they insisted on something warm in you system would help.

how did his grandma take him bringing you home..? he promised her some great grandkids and she was down for it.. and to say she scared you more than ruggie's threats on if you were to ran away was an understatement. she was living proof on how scary female hyenas could be..

you were supposed to be fine.. the soup was supposed to make you feel better.. he always got better after the soup. but you were different, unique, one of a kind... that's why he fell in love with you..

he knew you didn't love him. he wasn't a good man. he took you away from your home, not just from the mirror, but NRC. he knew you loved being a part of NRC. helping out, even when Crowley forced you, you still enjoyed it...

he thought you could learn to love him and you two would work hard to provide for your family in the slums... and one day work hard enough to better the slums, or everyone.

instead... you died that winter.. because of that stupid cough. and he's now alone... the one thing he didn't want...

he had to say goodbye..

~~~~~

Silver

When silver was a kid, his father would tell him all the stories he knows, which were a lot. his favorites, as a kid, were the stories where the prince or knight characters protects their home and loved ones.

he told his father that when he grows up, he wants to be strong enough to protect everyone he loves. his father told him at he should train and eat a lot to grow strong and maybe he'll find his "royal stuck in their tower~" or "royal stuck in a death like sleep~"

Silver felt that his father always had his head in the clouds for these, "cheesy" scenarios. he personal didn't mind it though. he, himself, didn't know if he'll find his other half but he's not the type that will roll around in his sleep about it...

he thought..

when silver first heard about you, it came from the news of "a newcomer with no magic and a wild monster came to the school ceremony and caused mayhem." but how Lilia described it was "an excited turn of events." silver didn't mind it too much.

he only hear more about you when malleus was telling him, sebek, and Lilia about the child of man staying in the abandoned dorm and how you invited him to this event, not knowing who he is. with how malleus spoke so highly of you, made him curious of this perfect.

he also over heard how you always finding yourself into a bunch of overblot situations. he hasn't even met you and you already sound amazing. kinda like the princes or knights of those old stories...

to say he was charmed by the mysteriousness of you was an understatement. he wanted to go out and just meet you to understand you better but he was always busy. school, clubs, protect malleus, naps, theres a lot on his plate but what can you do.

when he finally met you, from school events or school trips, each time you were with him it felt so warm and comforting. you were so calm and gentle with him, not like he need that but it was a nice feeling. whenever he fell asleep, he'll either wake up to you stering him or with his head resting in your lap. he never want this feeling to end. Silver wants to keep waking up besides you, for the rest of his life.

when he told Lilia about it, how he should confess to you and all. Lilia told him that he over heard you and your first year friends talking about making a break through about you going home, so this confess better be big...

he grew silent, which is normal for him but this was a different silent and lilia could tell..

"how about you show them how much you love them? that your love has no bounds. from twisted wonderland to other realms out there~"

even with lilia cheesy rometic preaching, he had a point. but how..? he wants to show you that you were important to him and that he'll protect you. he'll be your prince to... wake you...

silver stopped by your dorm late, you were just about to go to bed but he asked for time and how it was really important. you agreed and you both decided to talk outside. he started to tell you about his childhood and his love your fairy tale stories his father use to tell him. he told you how he loved you and wanted to show you that both of you were meant to be. he held your hand and pulled out a needle from his pocket.

you started to get scared and tried to pull away but it was untimely useless. silver just over powered you so easily. with one prike from the needle, you stared to feel dizzy and felt like your head ached. you fell into silver's chest which is arms snaked around you.

"it'll be okay.. ill wake you up.. and you'll understand that we were meant to be~"

he picked you up and gave you a sweet soft kiss on your lips.

he waited... and waited... and gave you a kiss again... and waited..

you didnt open your eyes.

~~~~~

Cater

Cater hated being with his family... his dad wasn't there when he needed him, his sisters treated him like an object or play thing, and his mom enables his sisters... if his friends invites him to any family related events, he'll take it in a heartbeat just to be away from his family. he'd rather die than admit that his sisters didn't have an influence on his behavior as a kid and even now that he's older.

when he first saw you, he thought you were the cutest thing in all of twisted wonderland. Cute little perfect, lost in an unknown world and at the mercy of everyone here. like a little animal that lost their way and that doesn't know better, but he'll help this cute lost animal.

it definitely helped his case, with how much ace and deuce brings you around. plus they often leave you to your lonesome because they cause some trouble and drag grim along too. what his luck~

At first he didn't mind sharing you with Trey, you all often spent time together watching trey bake and talking about any drama or rumors from school, trey didn't really mind the drama but he enjoyed the company.

the more Cater spent time with you, the more he fell for you. and when you come to him for anything, his heart skips a beat. you're just too precious in his eyes.

You both made it a thing that he'll come to you to online shop, mainly browsing because you couldn't effort anything. but every time you pointed something you liked, he always had something to say about it.

"i don't know about that... i think this one will match you better~! you'll look so cute in it~"

you didn't really mind, it wasn't like you took it personal... you shouldn't.. right?

sometimes Cater will stop by the Ramshackle dorm and bring you a "goodie bag." it was either the stuff he said you would look good in or some other cute stuff. pins, hair clips, hair ties, accessories, plushies, etc. some of the things weren't in your wheel house of interests but telling Cater you didn't like them when he looks so happy didn't feel right...

so you just allowed him to do whatever he liked.. it wasn't hurting anyone right..?

it wasn't-... it didn't hurt anymore. his teases that felt like hard jabs into your looks and insecurities, didn't hurt as badly anymore. without you realizing it, Cater was the one to dress you up and tell you what to do, eat, and how to think. you thought about it, why didn't you say anything..? well.. cater will be upset. every time you tell him you had a problem with how he treats you, he gets really sad and you just didn't like it one bit... it was too much to keep fighting it.. you were tired... you were drained..

cater and his "helpful inputs" just made you feel insecure of yourself. maybe you really need cater's help. you don't want to be a sore thumb to the people you care for, right?

"hey, what do you think about this? pref-?"

cater looked at you and he froze... he knows that look in your eyes. the pain.. the hurt.. the empty look.. the helplessness..

he's being the monster of his sisters.. to you...

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Vil

Vil is a highly respected figure in twisted wonderland. his looks and his voice, his mere presences is a blessing for some people (his fans-). he has to be perfect, he only expects himself to be perfect. with the people around him, he tries his best to not being so strict about them being perfect but as long as they work for that goal, he cant complain too much.

when he met you, he cant say much or you might get crunched under all his critiques. but he admires how hard working you are, whether you like to be or not. to say vil enjoyed your clumsy potato charm was an understatement. the more he watched you, the more he was charmed~

he tired not to be too harsh on you, you are doing your best with the hand you have been delt, but still do you always have to slouch like that?

Whenever you see Vil, he always gives you "advice" whether if they are convention advice, with vil statures and position, you couldn't really say no...

without you realizing it, you find vil appearing more into your life. when you pass your classes, when your getting any paper work for Crowley, even when you are heading back to your dorm..! Vil requested Rook to get your weekly scheule...

at this rate, you'll see vil more than your friends, the only time you see your friends were in class and lunch.

you confronted vil, asking him if something was wrong.

oh boy~ he loves how you could stand up to him~

likely for him, being a great actor comes into his favor when he has to convince you that he's not creeping on you.

"i just like to check up on you. even if your aren't part of the main dorms. i cant let you make a joke out of NRC just because you are magicless"

he lend into you, reaching his hands to your face-!!

"your uniform is also messed up, potato. do i have to do everything for you!"

"o-oh..."

he starts to fix up your uniform and takes his leave. leaving you to process what happened..?

meanwhile someone with a certain hat took a picture and shared it on magicam. news broke out and rumors like "Vil isn't single anymore?!?!" and "who is this mysterious person?!" broke out like wild fire. you only hear about it from Cater who was upset that you didn't say you were in a relationship, much less, to vil!

but with rumors and a big following of vil's fans, comes lots of hate. you don't even have Magicam but you hear all the hate from your friends, classmates, and even classmates that weren't in your class or grade!! they were all getting concerned..

you're address got leaked and you were sent hate mail and death threats everyday! one person even sent pictures of you when you were out on a school event. it wasn't safe for you anymore. this took such a mental tole on you that Crowley had to asked a favor from Ambrose LXIII and have you transfer to RSA...

you didn't want to leave.. but you didn't have a chose anymore..

the picture was suppose to lead you to him... you were suppose to run to him, crying in his arms to protect you. Vil was suppose to be your knight in shining armor...

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john-get-the-salt · 2 years ago

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Winter Cold (w/spencer reid)

Imagine: A run-of-the-mill winter cold becomes the thing that finally reveals your secret to the team.

Contains: sick reader and sick Spencer taking care of each other, usual bau team shenanigans, a setting where Morgan and Emily are on the team together because that was peak time (imo)

Warnings: None

Snow, thick sweaters, warm drinks-there were countless reasons why you adored the Winter season.

Spending a Sunday morning curled up under a blanket with a hot chocolate in hand while it snowed outside was your love language.

Your body, however, did not thrive under such conditions. You had a terrible immune system so you were extremely susceptible to getting sick. Every winter you had at least one or two boughts of whatever nasty illness was going around that season, be it the flu, strep, etc.

So as winter came around and you got sick like usual, nothing should have been different. Except this year something was different. This winter you had Spencer Reid.

Suddenly you had someone to bring you ginger ale and saltines when your stomach was upset, to make you soup and tea when your throat hurt, to make sure you kept up with your meds and always carried around cough drops for you.

Spencer and yourself had started out as awkward co-workers before slowly becoming friends, which eventually blossomed into something romantic. You told him you loved him about 2 months in after a scare during a case, and he had returned the sentiment when it felt right.

You'd just recently celebrated your 6th month anniversary and everything was going so well except for one teeny tiny minuscule detail....the team didn't know.

You had hoped to gently ease them into the news, but any hope of that got dashed rather quickly on one particular winters day.

•

It was early January and you were fighting off your annual post-Christmas cold. All of the traveling and visiting family had caught up to you and you were suffering the consequences. Your pockets were constantly stuffed full of tissues and you had a permanent stash of cough drops in your desk at the office.

Spencer, the fantastic boyfriend he was, had been taking exceptionally good care of you. You found it slightly annoying that the genius himself hardly ever got sick but you couldn't find yourself mad for long when he was constantly doting on you.

He never fussed about keeping you on track with your antibiotics, never complained when you asked him for a refill of tea, or another box of tissues, etc. But one thing he absolutely loathed was the fact that you wouldn't let him kiss you. On the cheek you allowed, along with the forehead or chin or pretty much anywhere else that wasn't your lips.

You were determined not to pass along the illness to him, so no matter how much he pleaded for just a quick peck you refused. Which, mind you, was no easy feat.

You stood firm on your ‘no lip to lip contact’ rule for about 3 days which was as long as your self control could hold out before you caved and let your boyfriend give you a firm kiss.

The two of you thought it was fine, no harm done, until 2 days later Spencer woke up with a racketing cough.

As you awoke that morning to a coughing Spencer in bed beside you, you sighed. "Don't tell me I finally you got sick too."

He merely groaned in response, and you pulled yourself out of bed so you could start coffee and fetch medicine for the both of you.

"I knew this was going to happen, I just knew you would get sick," you chided as if you hadn't played a significant role in the passing of said illness.

Spencer took the cold medicine you handed him without a roll of his eyes. "It's really nothing, just a runny nose and a bit of a cough."

"Work is going to be hell today. The team has been giving me grief about coughing, just imagine the ruckus when both of us are hacking our lungs up."

"Well," Spencer leaned down to plant a kiss on your warm cheek. "I consider it an honor to have the ability to kiss you-and then catch your cold. No one else on the team has that, so they can deal. And hey, now that we're both sick we can kiss as much as we want."

You giggled, annoyance vanishing as you leaned down and kissed your boyfriend. He attempted to wrap his arms around you and pull you back into bed but you slapped his hands away.

"As much as I love you and your kisses we do still have to work, Supervisory Special Agent Reid."

He sighed dreamily, a dopey smile on his face, "I love it when you talk FBI to me."

His smile quickly dropped as you whacked him over the head with a pillow.

•

Just as you predicted, the team had groaned as it quickly became apparent that Spencer had caught whatever cold was going around the building.

You and Spence arrived to work together, as you always did, on your very best behavior. After learning you both lived in the same apartment building not long after you joined the team, you started carpooling to work every single day. You had those car rides to thank for your friendship and eventual relationship, though the team did not know that.

But what the team did know, was that you and Spencer could not stop coughing. To make matters worse it was a paperwork day without a case in sight, so the team was stuck listening to the two of you. You apologized profusely, nursing a steaming cup of tea and a bag of cough drops. But it got to the point where everybody-minus you and Spence- voted to seclude you both in the conference room. They insisted it was for your own good, but you were pretty sure they had just gotten tired of listening to the sniffling and coughing.

So you two spent the day sitting in the conference room, talking and attempting to get paperwork done while members of the team popped their head in every so often to check-in and replenish your tea and tissues.

Before you knew it, the day was nearly over. There were still 2 hours left yet to the surprise of no one Spence had finished his paperwork already. Thankfully, he hung around and kept you company while you tried to finish yours.

"I really should have seen this cold coming. You know according to researchers, as many as 80 million bacteria can be exchanged in just one 10 second kiss," Spencer rattled off.

You nodded and hummed, as you always did when your boyfriend rattled off some rare knowledge he likely learned from a book he read once 6 years. You were pretty engrossed in the current paperwork you were filling out, so the insinuation of what Spencer was saying and the environment in which he was saying it didn't really catch up to you until it was too late.

"What are you trying to say pretty boy? You two locking lips?"

Finally remembering where you two currently were, work, you looked up from your papers. Spencer sat frozen in his chair beside you as Morgan and Emily stood in the doorway of the conference room with teasing looks on their faces.

"Uhm...."

All it took was the slight hesitation for Emily's joking smile to drop and her eyebrows to shoot so far up their nearly disappeared into her bangs.

"No way!"

"My man!" Morgan exclaimed, clapping as he walked into the room.

Emily followed, practically skipping towards you. "Wait til we tell the rest of the team. Damn, I owe Rossi $50 though. I thought it'd take til Valentines day."

Your jaw dropped as the shock of your friends knowing began to fade and was replaced with confusion.

"You guys bet on us? On whether or not we were together?"

"Oh no, we knew you two lovebirds were gonna get together. We bet on when you were gonna get together and then tell us." Derek clarified. "I bet Garcia $100 you two would wait until Summer to break the news.

Spencer, despite the situation, laughed. "Well, this isn't quite the way we imagined telling the team, but I guess this is it."

Thinking, you glanced at your two friends, who looked as happy as clams.

"We’ll wait to tell the rest of the team if you cut us into the winnings."

"Deal."

#imagine #criminal minds #drabble #criminal minds imagine #fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #x reader #spencer reid x reader #bau

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melkyt · 1 year ago

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Law's body is not great at regulating temperature, and most of the time, he is freezing. It could be a hot summer day where everyone is absolutely melting, but he has to wear a coat, or he starts shivering. For someone who was born and grew up in primarly winter islands, that side effect of the amber lead pisses him off.

Luffy runs hot, his power is that off the sun. He barely ever needs or wants to wear a coat. Drum Island was really the only time he really felt cold, and that was at the peak of a mountain after scaling it in nothing but shorts and shirt, and before he awakened Nika. That means his tolerance is way up there.

The two crews meet up as they do on some island to trade information on something (party as far as Luffy is concerned)

Law before they arrived on the island gets a fever from working for way too late, and for way too long, as he does when something catches his attention. Any kind of cold always wrecks him as his immune system is shot, and there is only so much he can do with his power when sick, only the basic keep body alive commands as his attention wanders. Which makes his knowledge and attention based power almost useless

His crew usually takes care of him as best they can. Law tends to be stubborn and prefers to be self-sufficient so as not to get anyone sick. He hates getting anyone to suffer because of him, even if for them his cold won't even slow them down. They tell Luffy and the crew that Law will be healthy enough to come out in a few days, probably before they leave.

Luffy is not cool with that. He came to see Traffy! And nobody is going to stop him. He insists on going. Sanji makes soup to take. They consider Law an honorary member of their family, so they are all concerned. Chopper makes some medicine that should help.

Law cant even lift his head out of bed to tell Luffy off for coming in. He is bundled in a makeshift nest and still shivering.

Luffy sets aside everything he brings and climbs into bed next to Law. "Wow, you're pale, Tarao."

"No fucking shit" Law snaps, groaning as just talking hurts but with Luffy this close, it feels warmer, his teeth have stopped chattering. "Get out of here, you'll get sick strawhat"

"Nah! I brought soup!" Luffy pulls away to go grab it.

Without thinking Law grabs his wrist, hiding his face as it gets even more red.

"See yah dont want me to go, shishishi." Luffy gets under the covers, wrapping his arms around Law. " You're gonna get all better, and then we're gonna party!"

Luffy would use his full Nika power when it gets towards nighttime, and the submarine gets colder and the heaters not doing much to compensate. Law feeling well enough in his arms to fall asleep, something he hasnt been able to do for days. He can never sleep when he is cold and sick.

With Luffy, it's just different. They spend the next day just cuddling, and Law gets well enough to use his power.

Does Luffy get sick? Yes, but he doesn't even notice until he sneezes and shivers!, of all the things. Law is there to repay the favor ofc ;3, talking about how now they are even! Luffy just chuckles, "Come on, Traffy, you're the one who is gonna get sick again if you worry so much"

Law ignores his own advice but makes sure to keep room active thanks to the nagging of his crew xd

#lawlu #blanket and soup! yes huhu

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short-for-melancholy · 6 months ago

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by 'take care of it' i meant that i got too scared bc it was on a weirdly angled surface so i left the room and when i came back it was Gone. so fire girlie time!

fire girlie's name is Light Enhancing Fire Aspected Homunculus, or LEFAH for short (pronounced 'leafah'). apparently peach is the only one who gets a proper name. thats fine! hers came together so much easier than everyone else's.

Fire does not exist as a physical thing. what we know as 'fire' is just the exothermic reaction of things burning and releasing heat and light. The first attempts at fusing with the core of a fire elemental, a creature of pure energy release, ended in disaster as the girls raised the temperature in the room high enough to melt the creator's surgical tools and amplified the light enough to blind someone before finally succumbing to the heat themselves. "luckily" the creator was quick to evacuate the room, so experiments could continue. Lefah was the first subject who managed to control the power and avoid dying, but as fire is exothermic, her powers are not reversible. light is fine because it travels at incredible speeds, so no matter how bright it gets it'll go back to normal the instant she stops enhancing it, but heat takes time to dissipate and she can't do anything to reduce it. none of the girls are immune to their own elements, as they are still human, and the human body can only handle an increase in temperature of a few degrees, so she has to be very careful not to affect her internal body temperature too much.

her most basic combat technique is raising the temperature of the battlefield to dangerous levels because most creatures get easily exhausted in the heat. but i promised we'd get silly with this and We Shall. rather than relying on physical exertion, Lefah fights with twin laser pistols loaded with flint and steel. the resulting spark is brief but bright, and she is able to amplify the resulting flash coming out of the barrel into a powerfully condensed laser capable of melting steel. on sunny days, she becomes nearly unstoppable, able to directly condense the sun's rays into even more powerful lasers that can sear a person right in half. if the battlefield has reflective surfaces on it (like a knight's armour) she can use the sun's rays reflected off that for more targeted lasers from directions the enemies arent expecting. while she could certainly initiate a last stand by raising the temperature to unsurvivable levels, the fact remains that air doesn't conduct heat very well, so any attackers could simply flee while she dies. so, lacking the inborn self-destruction of the previous two sisters, the creator was forced to resort to surgical measures, implanting a vast amount of highly explosive material within her. lefah's powers also include the ability to create Ignition, which is less useful in a fight unless gunpowder's involved, but it can easily be used to set off the explosives within her and decimate the surrounding area. most of the explosives are in her torso, but theres some in her arms and legs as well.

lefah's body tends to run a bit hot, especially at night, so she's got a constant slight fever. she makes a lovely cuddler for the other girls on cold winter nights, but it has resulted in chronic joint inflammation and general aching, so she's in varying amounts of pain at all times. she feels like shes obligated to protect her older sisters though, and theyre all going through so much worse than her, so she keeps a smile on her face and hasn't told them about it.

anyway here's she! made here

what a fucking struggle to create such a plain-looking girl. im still not quite satisfied but she's fine like this.

#postposting #peachposting #and thats all the girls!

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vimdrugs · 1 year ago

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Winter Wellness Challenge: Your Pharmacy Roadmap!!

It's time to strengthen our health against the seasonal obstacles as the crisp winter air comes in. Your neighborhood drugstore is a winter wellness oasis, not just a location to buy prescription drugs. We provide the best tactics and prescription items in this extensive guide to help you stay warm, well, and productive this winter.

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dedkake · 1 year ago

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SGA Fanworks Only Holiday Gift Exchange 2023

A day you won’t forget by scifi_dancer | g, 2.4k, rodney / john

The prompt I used describes it well: "Nothing goes right - until it does."

A Little Christmas Chaos by WonkyElk | t, 3k, rodney / john

The Cheer Committee nodded in solemn and united agreement. In principle, of course, they agreed that ‘absolutely hosed’ was not the ideal state for a large proportion of the expedition to be in, at any one time, Christmas or not; but that didn’t stop them feeling that the punch could do with being just a smidgen merrier. For morale purposes. Which was why each of them, separately, decided to add just the tiniest amount of extra cheer to the punch.

Big enough to miss by Mas_Pebbles_Sharp | t, 3.9k, rodney / john

Missing scenes/coda to The Daedalus Variations: Rodney's injury from alien weapon fire is worse than they at first realised

Elizabeth’s Pet Demon by Tazmy | g, 2.8k, gen

A mini demon ransacks Elizabeth’s quarters. Somehow, it’s cute. It shouldn’t be. It should be wrong, maybe even disturbing.

Finding Limits by halestrom | g, 3.6k, gen

The only thing John could focus on was getting back to Atlantis, getting a team and finding Rodney before Ford's men did anything. Getting back to Atlantis and finding out that Rodney had rescued himself wasn't a surprise, but sitting and watching his still body as Carson tried to figure out what to do was hard. Not just for John, but for all of AR-1.

First Embrace by Cyber_Witch85 | m, 2.8k, carson / evan, rodney / john, evan / john

John Sheppard and Evan Lorne rescue Rodney and Carson from a wraith lair. Carson and Evan explore the beginnings of their relationship as John and Rodney sleep.

Golden Slumbers by cassiope25 | g, 3.8k, rodney / john, team

“You should put more trust in me,” Ronon told her gently. "There's nothing a former runner can't take on.” Ronon is there to care for his team, and they care for him in turn.

Hand in Hand by mific | e, 4.7k, rodney / john

"Yes, yes, we're the talk of the town," Rodney said, eyeing them narrowly. "Run along now and if you're ever on Cambara don't agree to do the damn welcome ritual." "And if you do," Sheppard panted, "don't come last."

His Rodney by Jade | g, 1.5k, gen

It’s not always easy to remember who he is.

I Can Do Anything Better Than You! by Goddess47 | t, 3k, rodney / john

John, the traitor, had lured him to this so-called 'social event' organized by some self-appointed group of Expedition members. There had been a promise of chocolate cake and John had hinted at the possibility of mutual orgasms at the end of the night.

i waited ‘til i saw the sun by LogicGunn | t, 1k, steven / elizabeth

Elizabeth remembers.

I’ll keep you warm by puddlejumperpilot | g, 2k, rodney / john

The sky was darkening and fluffy snowflakes were falling from the sky as Teyla gave her speech, but John was distracted by Rodney shivering violently next to him. John swore under his breath and took off the outer layer of his jacket, wrapping it around Rodney’s shoulders. “You’re from Canada, aren’t you supposed to be immune to the cold?” He hissed under his breath. Rodney shot him a glare. “You know I get cold easily!” He replied in a whisper. “I also know that you do this every year. I’m beginning to think you just like wearing my jacket. You’re lucky I expected this, otherwise I’d just let you freeze!”

Just Peachy by melagan | t, 1.7k, rodney / john

John and Rodney are married and living on Atlantis. They have a rare day off together, but things aren't working out the way Rodney planned.

Lighter Than Air by spurious | g, 2.6k, rodney / john

Visiting a trading partner, the team participate in a winter solstice ritual that's more effective than it might seem.

Like A Shot To The Shoulder (And Other Adventures on MXR-338) by audioletter | g, 2.8k, gen

As far as welcomes go, being shot in the shoulder was not what John considered polite.

Solace by A_Storm_of_Roses | e, 7.2k, teyla / elizabeth

Elizabeth wakes with the hangover of the century and a throbbing elbow. She can’t remember how she got here, or where here even is, though it feels hard and rocky and smells like burning metal. Elizabeth and Teyla take a very long walk, and discover each other.

the snow has drifted high by dedkake | t, 1.7k, rodney / john

Rodney and John watch the New Year's fireworks together, just like they always do.

Wraith Rodney by carsonsweebabyturtles (Erindors) | fanart

This is my Holiday gift for Cassiope25. I kind of gambled at making him a Wraith but I hope you like it anyways 💜

You can’t pin joy like a moth by QueenIshtar | t, 3.7k, john / elizabeth, carson / rodney

Elizabeth knows that you can't pin joy like a moth. It's too fleeting. Joy is the soft fluttering of wings you notice only in the still, silent moments. It's your heartbeat rushing, racing when you laugh; when you feel alive. Joy is not a complete, tangible thing.

#stargate atlantis #so fun this year team #<3 #you're all awesome

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headmate-ideas · 4 days ago

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✦ Name(s): Lance, Vix, Addison ✦ Pronouns: they/them, ey/em/eir/eirs/emself, ne/nem/neir/neirs/nemself, ze/zem/zyr/zyrs/zemself, li/lir/lirs/lirself, vix/vixs/vixself, paw/paws/pawself, purr/purrs/purrself, 🍄/🍄s/🍄self, 🐾/🐾s/🐾self, 👁️/👁️s/👁️self ✦ Species: lynx anthro ✦ Age: same as body ✦ Role(s): STPD holder, paranoia holder, unmasker, isolator, social protector, janusian, daydream holder ✦ Symptoms experienced: ideas of reference, disrupted speech patterns, paranoia, asociality ✦ Labels: omnisexual, agender, gendervoid, juxtaneu, molebug, singularian, aroallo, aplatonic ✦ Xenos: mushrooms, wilderness, rain ✦ Likes: muted colors, winter, forests ✦ Dislikes: socializing ✦ Music taste: doom metal, occult rock, lo-fi ✦ Aesthetic(s): wizardcore, after hours, icepunk ✦ Objectum attraction(s): technology, musical instruments ✦ Kins: blizzards, ivy plants, fir trees ✦ Color palette: muted purple, puce, light gray, blue gray, moss green ✦ Personality traits: asocial, creative, distrustful ✦ Interests: mycology, fantasy fiction ✦ Hobbies: worldbuilding, robotics ✦ Preferences: quiet over loud, alone over together ✦ Heart emoji: 💜, 🩶, 💚 ✦ Emoji proxy: ✦ Details:

Lance is an anthropomorphic lynx who is subject to the system's STPD. Ne is an immersive daydreamer who does not care much about the world around nem, caring more about neir interests and escapism. This makes nem resistant to distress.

✦ Role performance:

STPD symptoms that Lance holds include ideas of reference, disrupted speech patterns, paranoia, and asociality. X likes unmasking these symptoms whenever possible and may have difficulty hiding them from others.

✦ Personality:

Lance lives in a world of their own and does not trust most people, feeling anxious and paranoid about them. However, they are incredibly motivated when they care about something. They do not care about socializing and may self-isolate. However, they are also immune to rejection.

✦ Identity:

Lance does not experience the feeling of gender, identifying as something similar to neutral but not the same as that. Ix experiences sexual attraction (to all genders) but not romantic attraction, and it also doesn't care about making friends.

✦ Interests and hobbies:

Lance likes fantasy media, particularly literature and podcasts. They are especially interested in worldbuilding and enjoy making up their own fictional worlds. They also like learning about mushrooms and fungi.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

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mellowwhumps · 7 days ago

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WWE 2025, Day 9: Schedule Your Maintenance

Lack of self care / Sick day / “Just take a nap. I can handle the rest.”

[Ida & Ibys] — 1604 words

CW: none

@whumperless-whump-event

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Ida walks into his designated room within Auxili’s building, looking around for any sign of his aide as he shivers. The remnant early morning cold from the winter outside hasn’t quite left his body, the air conditioning, though now diminished, doing no good to help him.

He remembers telling them yesterday to come at this time, definitely, but still the room remains silent in all its sterile glory. Odd. Ibys isn’t one to disobey orders, as lax as he usually makes them. As a matter of fact, he hardly thinks of them as orders at all. What kind of person would rather sit in that drab isolated room than be permitted to walk around the laboratory with him?

Okay. Poorly asked rhetorical question. Ibys is that kind of person, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t be worried. In the worst case scenario, Ibys is not anywhere he can find and he has an obligation to pull the red alert, thereby ruining everything he’s worked towards.

As docile as they usually seem within the laboratories of the place, they are still, technically, a weapon.

The block of cells assigned to experiments like Ibys aren’t too far from his office, thankfully, even though the long corridors of the office block give off the illusion that it’s much further away than it really is. Latecomers like him get the corner rooms to stuff all their work in. Most likely to get mauled if anything goes wrong in there. Psh. He scoffs, turning the corner and keying in the code to open the double doors, then heading right once more to reach the final location.

He should have guessed what had happened, really, with all the procedures they needed to try before Auxili concluded that course of action. Ibys’s immune system isn’t as strong as it should have been. With the amount of isolation they previously got, contracting something from the recent missions outside wasn’t unlikely. It’s the first time they’ve ever shown any sign of illnesses openly, though.

Just from the sight of them, Ida knows it’s bad.

“Ibys! Hey, if you can hear me, wake up! Ibys!” His shouts are successful in rousing the other up as they turn, blankly blinking up at them from the other side of the reinforced glass panels separating them. Good. They’re responsive.

Clearly trying to seem more alert than they are, Ibys stands up from the cot with shaky legs and almost immediately faceplants on the slightly padded floor, another shiver making its way through their body as they continue staring up at him. Their eyes are blown wide as they make yet another futile attempt to regain whatever dignity was left.

”I’m awake, d-don’t enter. You’ll get sick too. I’m fine.”

”You’re fine? Take one look at yourself! Shut up with your denial and tell me everything. How long. What symptoms. And stop trying to stand up, it’s not happening, stay down.”

“Um, everything hurts. It’s cold. It was hot just now? Dunno.” They completely ignore the last part and try to get on their feet once more, lasting a grand total of seven whole seconds before tilting a little too much backwards and falling, now lying spreadeagled and staring at the white ceiling.

”How. Long. And stay down, ssi-bal!”

“…Few hours after…after you left? You got things t’ do, get out, mmmh…” They turn away, curling inwards to shield their face from the light, clutching their head as though that might get rid of the migraine Ida suspected they had. Two days. Two whole days of this, and he wasn’t even there.

”Look, just because you can fix yourself from severe blood loss doesn’t mean your powers cure sickness. Were you just planning to stay here until I came, if I even came? When’s the last time you ate? Or drank anything?”

“…Mhm. Tap—“ they cough roughly, wheezing as they try to catch their breath, “tap water, ‘s great.”

First of all, the sink’s completely dry beside them, and secondly, neither of his questions were answered. “Look, you have to eat medicine or food or—”

Ibys shakily uses their arms to crawl desperately towards the back of the cell. ”Go away! Don’t hurt me or anyone else! F-fuck you, don’t drug me, not…not…”

”You—”

Ida cuts himself off, finally having the sense of mind to think for a little bit. With them saying that, it’s perfectly justified, isn’t it? It’s so illogically logical, rooted in sickness and the fact that they’re not even looking at him to even begin caring about the differences. The last time they got sick was when that other handler was here, he knows for a damn fact that they would have been exploited for their weakness by switching around the pills actually needed.

“Alright,” he says instead, “just take a nap, I’ll leave you alone for a while, kid.”

Illness isn’t an uncommon sight to him, whether from his past or this place itself, although the latter mostly consisted of induced ones. He takes the considerably longer trip to the food options destined for the cell block to pick out the strongest-smelling broth, checking the ingredients list for suitability. Sure enough, it works in his favour.

He returns soon enough to Ibys, bowl in hand. They’re still in the same corner he left them in, using the wall to support their body as they lean on it while crossing their arms, the pinnacle of subpar pretence.

“See? I can stand up now, I’m better now, sir. Y-You don’t have to give me anything,” they rebut before Ida even has the time to say anything first. They’re sweating profusely, panting at the effort needed to sustain whatever progress they’d made. They only ever speak this much when they’re ill, Ida notes, let alone speaking first in any conversation, let alone rejecting his instructions in the first place.

”No, no, I went to get you some soup. See?”

“Drugged. I’m n—achoo! Not an idiot…” Ibys sniffles pitifully as they turn to look at the wall, breaths getting more laboured by the minute.

“Well, I brought double from the cart for me to have for breakfast, I’ll eat my portion first if you don’t want any. It’s today’s specialty! Can’t believe I have to order takeout while you get this.”

Taking out a spoon from the two sets of wrapped utensils he took, Ida pours half the serving in another bowl and begins to blow on the surface before drinking sip by sip from the spoon. Slowly, Ibys’s caution ebbs away until they don’t even bother trying to hide the direction of their gaze by the time he finishes his half. Nothing bad looks like it’s happening to him.

”Here, I’ll leave it by your door in case you do want it.” Ida pushes the bowl through the small tray slot, stepping backwards and facing towards the exit. “I’ll go get you my spare blankets, it’s back at my office, give me a few minutes, promise.”

He leaves and comes back as promised, taking purposely longer than usual to get back to the cell. When he glances to the side, the bowl’s still there, but the contents? Gone. Ibys is still at the same place, no longer standing but instead occupied with a fit of choked coughing. Ida forces a smile as he removes the bowl, squeezing the blankets through the same hole.

By the time he puts the empty bowl somewhere else, Ibys has already tugged the sheets close to themself, taking comfort in any sort of warmth he could get. As a bonus, it’s weighted: the result of splurging his pay, for once. Ida moves to find the special controls for the individual cells, adjusting the dusty slider for brightness right down to the minimum. Even by his standards, the light’s still pretty intense. It’ll do, he supposes.

So, that’s all the steps done. Now all he has to do is wait.

It’s all about the comfort, really, the trust of it all. He won’t deny that the first thought he’d originally had was to grab the melatonin or normal sleeping pills from his office, but most people recognize him as someone quite straightforward with their actions, and Ibys is no exception. Sometimes, the simplest solution is to just tire someone out by letting them distrust him for a while, then go through normal procedures. They’re sick. They’d get tired as easily as anyone else, given the right conditions, given sufficient time.

When he “leaves” for yet another few minutes, Ibys has gone from being half slumped over and desperately trying to keep their eyes open, to fully lying down, clearly asleep. Even in their slumber, the discomfort of it all shines through, eyebrows furrowed just slightly, half the blanket neglecting to cover their still shivering body glistening with sweat. Some remnant of his past compels him to simply break the rules and slip inside the contaminated room, tug the blanket properly over their shoulder, but though it might seem like a common cold, there’s no indication that it completely isn’t. Especially not here. A slew of curses leave his mouth, yet the door remains firmly shut.

It’s okay, it’s okay. He just needs to get a diagnosis from someone more fit for the role before obtaining a treatment plan to follow, and Ibys will be back to their usual self by his side, helping him again, no longer acting remotely incapable. They’re never going to talk about this again, saving themselves both the embarrassment of it all, the feelings unfit for a place like this.

Right now, he can handle the rest.

#whumperless whump event #wwevent 2025 #rare instance of ida actually taking stuff real serious i sure hope this doesn’t come with any repurcussions #they are also quite dear to me….#whump #mellowwhumps

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