#acne near mouth

[quaranmine]

literally i am so sick of acne set me free from this hell already please why do i have to live in constant pain

[everymlmhybrid]

also goodbye to my favorite stim toy: long curly hair

[literaryvein-reblogs]

what are some ways to describe people other than eye and hair color

I am assuming you are looking for physical descriptors. Here are some examples. I may just make a different post on psychological descriptors.

Arms: Long, Muscular, Pudgy, Short, Skinny, Thin

Back: Bent, Hunched, Ramrod Straight, Rounded

Build: Anorexic, Athletic, Beefy, Brawny, Burly, Chubby, Coltish, Compact, Fat, Gangly, Gaunt, Gawky, Haggard, Heavy-set, Herculean, Husky, Lanky, Lithe, Muscular, Obese, Overweight, Petite, Rangy, Reed-like, Scrawny, Skinny, Slender, Slight, Solid, Spindly, Statuesque, Stocky, Strapping, Sylphlike, Taut, Thickset, Thin, Trim, Underweight, Voluptuous, Well-built, Willowy, Withered

Cheeks: Blushing, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Disturbed, Glorious, Glowing, Hairless, High (cheekbones), Hollow, Honey, Livid, Pale, Pallid, Pink, Plump, Puffy, Radiant, Reddened, Rosy, Rounded, Ruddy, Shining, Smooth, Soft, Sun-burnt, Sun-bronzed, Sunken, Sun-tanned, Tanned, Tearful, White

Chin: Angular, Bony, Bumpy, Chiseled, Defined, Doughy, Firm, Protruding, Round, Smooth, Soft, Square, Strong

Ears: Jug-like, Large, Protruding, Tiny

Eyebrows: Arching, Bushy, Emphasized, Near, Spaced, Thick, Thin

Eyelashes: Artificial, Beaded, Beautiful, Blinking, Dark, Dark-fringed, Dense, Dusky, Heavily-fringed, Long, Mascaraed, Sandy, Sooty, Sopping, Tear-drenched, Thick, Uplifted

Eyes: Almond-shaped, Bright, Bulging, Expressive, Frightened, Gentle, Languishing, Little, Luminous, Made-up, Round, Shining, Shortsighted, Smart, Stunned, Thin, Wide, Woeful

Face: Baby, Blood-stained, Bold, Chiseled, Contorted, Dead, Expressionless, Fair, Familiar, Fierce, Flat, Frightened, Furrowed, Honest, Indifferent, Little, Pale, Poker, Pretty, Radiant, Rough, Ruddy, Sallow, Square, Stained, Swollen, Trim, Weather-beaten, Wry

Feet: Athlete's, Big, Flat, Pigeon-toed, Small, Sore, Stinky, Stubby, Swollen

Fingers: Gnarled, Long, Short, Stubby

Finger Nails: Bitten, Broken, Claw-like, Dirty, Hooked, Long, Painted, Sharp, Talon-like

Hair: Afro, Bald, Beehive, Braided, Bristles, Bun, Chignon, Coiffure, Combed, Corkscrew, Corn rows, Cowlicked, Crew cut, Curly, Disarrayed, Disheveled, Dreadlocks, Dry, Flattop, Flecked, French braid, French twist, Fringe, Greasy, Grizzled, Knotted, Layered, Locks, Matted, Messed up, Mohawk, Mussy, Muttonchops, Neat, Oily, Page boy, Perm, Pigtails, Plait, Pompadour, Ponytail, Ragged, Receding, Ringlets, Ruffled, Shaggy, Shorn, Shoulder-length, Skinhead, Spiky, Split-ended, Straight, Tangled, Thick, Thinning, Tidy, Topknot, Tousled, Twisted, Uncombed, Unshorn, Untidy, Wavy, Wiry, Wisps

Hand: Big, Elegant, Small

Height: Big, Knee-high, Medium, Short, Shoulder-high, Sky-high, Small, Tall, Towering, Waist-high

Legs: Amputated, Bandy, Bony, Bowed, Brawny, Bulging, Fluted, Gartered, Gouty, Graceful, Hacked, Hairy, Jagged, Knotted, Leaden, Long, Lower, Muscular, Pitiful, Rickety, Shapely, Shivering, Short, Sinewy, Slender, Slim, Spindle, Stockinged, Sturdy, Thin, Thread-like, Tinder, Tiny, Toothsome, Tree trunks

Lips: Blue, Cracked, Cupid's Bow, Downturned, Dry, Fat, Full, Grim, Large, Luscious, Parched, Parted, Red, Ruby, Small, Smiling, Thin, Wet

Mouth: Arch, Ascetic, Baby, Cavernous, Churning, Compressed, Cooing, Coral, Cracked, Cruel, Delicate, Dumpled, Distended, Dry, Fine, Firm, Frothy, Full, Funnel-shaped, Gaping, Grim, Handsome, Hungry, Insistent, Irritable, Large, Luscious, Munching, Musty, Perilous, Puckered, Querulous, Relaxed, Resolute, Sardonic, Sensuous, Serious, Slobbering, Small, Sulky, Sweet, Tender, Thin, Wide, Winsome, Wrinkled, Yawning

Neck: Bullnecked, Elegant, Long, Short, Swan-like, Thick

Palm: Broad, Oval, Rectangular, Square

Skin: Acned, Alabaster, Albino, Apricot, Black, Blemished, Blistered, Blooming, Blotchy, Blushing, Bronzed, Cadaverous, Calloused, Caramel, Clear, Craggy, Cream, Ebony, Fair, Flush, Freckled, Glowing, Greasy, Ivory, Jaundiced, Leathery, Lily-white, Lined, Milky, Mottled, Nut-brown, Olive, Pale, Pallid, Pasty, Peeling, Pimpled, Pink, Pitted, Pockmarked, Red, Rosy, Rough, Ruddy, Russet, Sallow, Scabby, Scarred, Smooth, Splotchy, Spotty, Sun-burnt, Tan, Wan, Waxen, White, Wrinkled, Yellow

Stomach: Bulging, Distended, Empty, Firm, Flabby, Flat, Heroic, Hollow, Lean, Paunchy, Protruding, Unbounded

Teeth: Artificial, Black, Blunted, Buck, Canine, Chattering, Clenched, Clinched, Compressed, Crooked, Dagger-like, Dazzling, Decayed, Deciduous, Extracted, False teeth, Feeble, Ferocious, Filed, Flashing, Fluoridated, Foam-laced, Fractured, Gap-toothed, Gleaming, Glistening, Glittering, Gnashing, Goofy, Grinding, Hooked, Horrid, Ivory, Jagged, Lacquered, Large, Milky, Mottled, Neglected, Pearly, Perfect, Pretty, Protruding, Razor-like, Sharp, Shining, Short, Small, Snowy, Sore, Spaced, Straight, Sweet tooth, Tender, Tiny, Toothless, Toothy, Ugly, Unrelenting, White, Wisdom, Wolfish, Yellow

Hope this helps! If it does, do tag me or send me a link to your writing. I'd love to read your work.

More: On Character Development

[miss-celestial-being]

i wanna take off my pimple patch so bad 😭

[johnbrand]

The Agent

The Agent made his way down the dock, his target approaching from the water in approximately 60 seconds. Underneath his perfectly polished suit hid a sculpted, muscular body fit for an athletic male, trained hard for the purpose of accomplishing any task ordered to him. However, none of that training would be utilized today, as his mission was objectively straightforward. No weapons, no fighting, not even any secrecy–all the Agent required was the small item in his pocket.

Standing now at the end of the dock, the Agent watched as his target approached. A younger male, in his early twenties according to the file he had read in advance. Thin, not particularly attractive and still holding some youthful weight around his face. The target was struggling to row his shell, the sweat visible on his loose shirt and shorts. The target was none the wiser to the Agent staring him down just yards away, too focused on his path ahead as the Agent reached for his device.

In a matter of seconds, the miniature blowgun was in the Agent’s mouth. With a steady breath, the almost-microscopic dart soared across the water, directly into the target’s neck. Thanks to its size, the impact felt like nothing more than a little pinch, barely registerable. But it had still sunk, its contents absorbed into the neck. The Agent then turned and retreated back to his vehicle, his objective completed.

The target was nearly done with his row, now regretting having taken out the shell. His typical canoe, which he had become fairly skilled at, was apparently under repair. The target had not been made known to this besides a small note on the door to the boathouse. Even his father, a wealthy military tycoon, had not been made aware either, but had suggested using the old shell instead. His strength had not been built for a boat twice the size of what he was used to, causing his usual trip to take much longer than expected.

Seeing the shore of his father’s mansion come into view, the target decided to drop the oars and let the boat glide in. A sudden ache in his muscles made this decision for him; he would only recorrect the shell if necessary. The target let his mind wander, going through the academic course materials he would need to study over the rest of the day. But for some reason, the more he thought, the more his mind became muddled. It was almost like his head was filling with cotton, covering and obscuring the contents, forcing the target to search a bit more than usual to find what he was looking for.

The Agent slowly brought his car into a parked position. A safe yet viewable distance away from the shore, he scoped out his target, bringing his high-resolution camera into focus. He could see that the injection had already taken most of its effect. In the short time-span that the Agent had been gone, his target had nearly doubled in size. Even seated inside his shell, the Agent could discern that the target had grown over half a foot since he had last seen him.

Other changes were noted accordingly as they appeared. The increased muscle mass, the disappearance of acne, the heightened testosterone production. As the target got closer, the Agent was able to identify further details. Overall masculinization through a more refined haircut, sharper jaw, and inflated pouch (the target’s clothes now practically glued onto his frame). Increase in body hair, increase in sensuality, decrease in intelligence. That final factor was something the Agent already knew, but was confirmed by the target’s slower reaction speeds and more boisterous mannerisms.

The Agent snapped a few images as the target hopped out of his shell and into the shallowest portions of water near the shore. The Agent would report the mission as a success back to his commander. The target’s father had initially rejected their request of using his military goods for their own private services. But in less than 24 hours, the father would reconsider his decision once he realized his son had become another mindless, muscled drone for their operation. He would give anything to get his son back, unaware that his son would never return, instead becoming just another Agent.

[nhularin]

ENOUGH FOR YOU

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

june 2nd, 2002

"stop moping around and eat your sandwich"

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

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

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

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

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

tried so hard to be everything that you liked

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

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

you only sighed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause someday I'll be everything to somebody else

incoming messages!

wony (12 new messages, 3 unanswered calls)

hoonie <333 (3 new messages) OPEN

hoonie <333: i saw you at heeseungs

hoonie <333: its not what it looked like, yn

hoonie <333: you know i only love you

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[summitprinter]

LeanBeefPatty's Hefty Bulk

Everyone has a breaking point, and famous bodybuilding sensation LeanBeafPatty was nearing hers. Ms. Patty had spent dozens of hours focusing on her figure. Every aspect of her life was dedicated to bodybuilding. Yet no matter how many weights Ms. Patty lifted, how many progress videos were posted, and how built she became, it never felt like it was enough. Sure there were plenty of people who showered her with praise, but the few quiet doubters always brought her down. Ms. Patty always felt a fierce competition between herself and other fitness influencers. If you weren’t the biggest and strongest, then why bother? So when people left comments telling her that she was still too small and wasn’t strong or that she used unnatural methods to achieve her body, feelings of stress filled her. These feelings of self-doubt would build inside of her for many years until one day, she finally snapped. After reading a particularly nasty comment about her body, Ms. Patty decided to take a break from social media, disabling all of her online accounts. As she did this, she began to feel slightly relieved, like a large weight was lifted from her shoulders. Suddenly her gut moaned for food. The realization that she no longer had to eat bland food to obtain an impossible goal suddenly hit and Ms. Patty began looking through a myriad of food delivery options. Becoming a little too excited with the amount of choices, she ordered over one hundred dollars worth of take-out food and waited patiently for it to arrive. As Ms. Patty spread the feast across her table, she stared at it in silence. She had done her fair share of bulks in the past, but for the first time in a long while, she was eating for taste and pleasure, not some bodybuilding goal. As the fear of feeling like a pig, she gazed down upon herself and stared at her sharp abs. Soon feelings of reassurance came floating in. Why should she be so strict with herself? What’s one slightly unhealthy meal? After all, she had the body of a goddess as many had told her. So with a new found appreciation of herself, Ms. Patty began to slowly eat, savoring each greasy flavor that touched her mouth. Little did she know that her fate was sealed with that one bite… Three Years Later…

It seems Ms. Patty hasn’t managed her appetite for fast food well. The once muscular bodybuilder no longer remains. Now a disgusting grease covered blob has taken her place. Ms. Patty has become a complete slave to her hunger. That first feast she had so many years ago started a chain reaction where she would gorge herself silly then she would feel terrible about it, ordering more food to eat her feelings away, leading to an endless cycle of fattening self-misery. This plus her new greasy diet of processed foods has left her pores clogged with sweat, her face riddled with acne, and a gassy gut that’s only slightly alleviated with constant burping and farting, facts that embarrassed her greatly. Along her growing stress levels, her waistline hasn’t fared much better. Gone are her washboard abs, firm biceps, and tight ass. Instead, rolls of unflatteringly saggy fat now make up most of her body. Her weight has gotten so bad that she mostly stays confined to her bed, only getting up to collect the many food deliveries she orders on a daily basis or to replace the batteries for her many “toys.” Yes, alongside keeping her mouth filled with food, Ms. Patty now has at least one orifice filled with some kind of sex toy. She did it at first to try and alleviate her stress from weight gain, but nowadays her dopamine receptors are so fried that it merely edges her for hours on end. 

Today was like any other day for Ms. Patty, with the fat slob waking up in late afternoon in a puddle of her own sweat and smells, her mind immediately thinking of food. Without thought, she ordered a large pepperoni pizza and waited, the soft buzz of the toy she had buried down in her rolls droning on.

Soon the sounds of knocking at the door filled the air. As Ms. Patty went to stand up, she suddenly realized that she couldn’t. She gritted her teeth and groaned in pain as her thick fatty legs pushed against the mattress with all their might. As the delivery girl called out her name, Ms. Patty began to panic. What was this poor delivery girl going to say when she saw her? Tears began to roll down Ms. Patty’s round cheeks. Out of ideas and desperately craving that greasy pizza, she called out to the delivery driver, meekly telling her to come in. As her front door creaked slowly open and the outside sunlight bathed her dark and dirty room, Ms. Patty felt a burning shame fill her face. Soft footsteps stepped in, with a thin young woman slowly approaching the large pile of lard that was Ms. Patty. The delivery girl had stopped dead in her tracks when she first laid eyes on Ms. Patty, who could do nothing as the delivery girl took in her fat disgusting body, gagging from the many strange and strong smells emanating from her sweaty folds. Ms. Patty began to cry harder as the delivery girl dropped the pizza in shock and ran for the door. The realization that this was no one’s fault but her own began to hit hard. She had to get used to this feeling quickly as this was her life now. Nothing but pure, shameful misery…

ALTS:

Clean:

Sweat:

Sweat and Crying:

Sweat, Acne, and Crying:

Slob:

Slob and Crying:

Slob, Acne, and Crying:

Slob and Farting:

Slob, Farting, and Crying:

[chiyoso]

IMPERFECTIONS YOU LOATHE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you think.

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

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

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

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

once again?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what are you here f—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

then it happens.

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

“gener—”

“jing yuan, my captain.” he insisted.

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

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

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

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

and you took notice to his mannerisms of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“jing y—”

“capta—”

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

“you first, my lady.”

“i was about to say the same thing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

god.

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

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

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

...

“apologies, i-”

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

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

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

“how about that spar, general?”

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

“only if you remove your veil-”

“no.”

“then i shall hold back.”

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

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

“... little vixen.”

“your words, my general.”

reblogs help my audience reach, thank you.

[0bananadog0]

I wanna hear your guys’s doom slayer headcanon!!!

In the mean time this is some of mine :)

Doom slayer headcanons

Used to be a coffee drinker but now prefer tee which is something he picked up during the little down time he had in Argent D’Nur

Had braces growing up which resulted with him having a bit of a small tooth gap in the top row of his front

Speaking of mouths, he has a really awkward smile. He sorta forgot how to do that after phobos

My man still has a serious case of bacne aka acne on his back despite his body nearing 40+

Avoid being around lager groups of people and just people in general during his day today business like grocery shopping ( if you look at the map of Earth in eternal you can see the most effected parts, somehow Australia is the only place that hasn’t been effected, I like to imagine that there ya not necessarily a safe haven more so incredibly over crowded but there’s still a semblance of normal life which is maybe why you can actually find old pizza boxes and snacks in his room in eternal.)

You can not tell me that this man is NOT a big snore. Like it’s full on “zzzzz Mir Mir Mir Mir Mir”

I like to imagine that big man is also really into tinkering whit anything electronic.

[yichuuonvenus]

Pomegranate Seeds

Tom Riddle x Reader

~Description~

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

~Warnings~

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

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

You sighed a bit and walked over to her bed. 

“Eva…” you called out to her. 

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

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

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

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

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

It was like something or perhaps someone was watching you. 

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed too or at least tried to. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Olive Hornby. 

A rude pure-blood from Gryffindor. 

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

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

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

“Get a life, Olive!” Eva said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . . 

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

You walked to your final class, potions. 

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

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

Tom Riddle. 

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

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

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

You could fill the life draining slowly, quietly before…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .  

“Would you care to stay behind?” 

Professor Slughorn had the brightest smile on his face.

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

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

“Yes, I did professor,” One boy said.

“I got my letter,” another one followed. 

You nodded when he gestured to you. 

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

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

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

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

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

. . . 

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

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

You looked gorgeous. 

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

“As pretty as a princess,” she said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just wished your friends were here to see it. 

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m okay, Tom.” 

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

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

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

“You look beautiful.”

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

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

“How are you enjoying the party?”

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

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

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

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

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

“That muggle-born girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . . 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

Myrtle. 

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

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

“Please wake up,” you cried harder. 

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

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

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

He smiled not one of warmth but one of triumphant. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Expelliarmus!”

“Crucio!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . . 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are home.” 

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

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

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

“H-how?” 

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

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

Your eyes went wide and your head shook. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sobbed unable to control the tears falling. 

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

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

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

“You would like that wouldn’t you?”

[whumpsoda]

Could you write Adrastus finally feeding/bathing Malak after forgetting to do so for awhile?

I’d assume they’d genuinely feel guilty, like you would hushing your cat/dog only to later find it was because you forgot to fill their food bowl

WOHEO Masterlist

Adrastus, just having stepped away from their vanity - hair done up in rollers, and makeup freshly applied - pursed their lips, taking in a sharp wiff of air.

Something stunk, something particularly pungent, and surely it wasn’t them. They took their hygiene much too seriously for a silly mistake such as that.

Carefully, ever so gently as the realization dawned on them, their gaze fluttered to their beloved pet, sprawled out on his puppy mattress at the edge of their bed. His eyelids were near to a close, drool dribbling from his chin and down his throat. The headphones they’d given him were working wonders to keep him occupied - the only issue being their lack of rememberance on how long he’d been occupied.

“Malak? Malak, my baby?” They called, the smell only becoming ever present as they gracefully sank to their knees beside him. “Malak, dear, are you alright?”

He managed to regain at least a bit of conciousness once they slipped the bulky, big headphones off of his susceptible ears, making little grunts and groans as he blinked in confusion. “Mmngh… Masterrr…,”

“Yes, it’s me, darling.” Hoisting his upper half into their lap, they made the effort to ignore his sweat stained skin ruminating with grease. Out loud they thought, “How long has it been since you’ve had a bath?” He whimpered, clawing at his hair and belly with a sense of watered down desperation that made their gut churn. “Mass… terrrr…!” His tummy rumbled in anticipation, only furthering their thought to how long has it been since they’d fed him?

What a terrible thrall owner they were, neglecting their prize possession! Curling him into the biggest of hugs despite his stench, Adrastus scratched lovingly at his scalp.

Cupping his face, smooshing his acne riddled cheeks with their fingers, they traced his tense frown with their vision. “Let’s turn that frown upside down, why don’t we, baby?” Pinching the corners of his mouth, they upturned the corners of Malak’s lips.

Soon enough the water was running fast, filling up the tub as Malak sat and watched in awe, with Adrastus almost finished up in the kitchen preparing him an absolute feast of a meal.

“Get on in, baby, it’s all warm and cozy for you,” they sang, leading him into the tub with the promise of a full, deliciously red strawberry that they plopped between his teeth, stealing it before he could manage to eat the leaves as well.

Eagerly they began rinsing the grease and grime from every inch of him, carefully lathering soap with their plush hands, circular motions Malak welcomed fully. “Aw, you like that?” They cooed, booping him right on the nose above his wide, beaming smile.

“Y- yeshhh…” he mumbled, rubbing his cheek on their palm the same way a cat would, making Adrastus’ heart melt at the sight.

“Oh, you cutie pie, you!” They showered him with kisses, each peck sending him reeling with a blissful touch. “I will never forget about you again! Never ever!”

With drooping, drowsy eyes and gummed up cheeks, Malak nodded, sticking out his tongue for another bite of food that Adrastus was glad to supply.

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[creativity-deficient]

Random Tweek Tweak hcs bc im thinking bout him yet again :)))

-Has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder, made worse by the increased use of Methamphetamine over the years and mistaken for adhd (canon/implied canon), which I do like to think DOES have as well. He is also on the autism spectrum.

-Has mild Seborrheic dermatitis, a skin condition that causes red and flaky patches of skin and usually flares up due to stress. It starts mainly on his head/under his hair as a kid but worsens in his teens years. Also has dermatillomania (a skin picking disorder), as well. Both of these become a lot worse in his teen years, with the addition of meth induced skin sores and hormonal acne to boot, but do become a lot more manageable for him as an adult. Still however, he does have some faint scars from all the picking and scratching over the years.

-Small tubby lil guy :) (sorta?? implied canon??), below average in height and considerably pudgy compared to most of his peers (genetics/stress eating). Loses a lot of this weight in his teen years due to health issues, but does gain a lot of it back as an adult. Also has a pudgy baby face that he never quite grows out of, even as an adult.

-His eyes a blue hazel, a rare eye color

-Sometimes snaps and hums to calm himself down.

-Enjoys baking as a casual hobby, though he’s still an amateur and doesn’t know how to make much. (implied canon)

-Once joined every school club because he had an anxiety attack and couldn’t decide what to pick

-Habitual nail chewer, again something he usually does due to stress. Nails are very short and stubby because of this

-Bandages on his fingers due to burns, skin picking, and nail biting

-Chronic ice-chewer

-Never learns to tie his shoes. Kept tripping over his laces before finally taking them out. Untied laces to laceless shoes to crocs to socks with sandals to velcro shoes pipeline

-Also never learns to drive, too much stress. Forever in his passenger princess era ✨

-Lowkey a backseat driver, though not in a “know it all” type of way. He mostly just freaks out the entire time.

-Can not sleep in the car because he’s afraid the second he closes his eyes, they’ll crash.

-Doesn’t know much slang/internet lingo and has absolutely no idea what his peers are talking about half the time (pretends he does and usually just ends up looking stupid 😔)

-Has a fear of rubberhose cartoons, as well as those weird old stop motion Christmas movies (he just finds them unsettling)

-Told about the secret family recipe as a teenager by his father, and is reasonably freaked out about it. Is forced to keep his mouth shut about it and suffers through major withdrawals before his parents are eventually exposed and arrested for the distribution of meth/counts of child abuse. Spends most of his high school years in therapy and rehab, though it’s all made easier with Craig by his side

-He and Craig try breaking up their freshman year of high school, both of them feeling like they need to try new things for a bit. It lasts about a week before they get back together.

-TERRIFIED of scissors and refuses to let anyone come near him with them. Grows his hair out long as a teenager before finally caving in and shaving it off as a young adult. He now keeps it managed, but Craig is the only person he trusts to do so.

-Did once try to cut his own hair in middle school though, and he spent weeks looking like a train-wreck before finally letting his mom fix it.

-His relationship with his mom is considerably better than his relationship with his father, and though he never quite forgives her for what she’s done, the two of them are able to reach some sort of closure with each other in Tweek’s older age

[tea-potato-gt]

Kæmpe Stør’s life part 4:

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4.5

Welcome to High School Stør!

Puberty is hitting Stør like a train. He’s also growing rapidly now. Ah yes… the awkward teenage phase! Stør still has a baby face COVERED in acne. He’s very self-conscious about his acne because one pimple about the size of a human fist👊 and hard to miss.

The bullying has increased in the last few years, with people realizing Stor is just a big push over. Literally. He would never retaliate or raise a hand to anyone who mistreats him. Both out of worry he might accidentally hurt them and because Stør doesn’t have it in him to hurt anyone on purpose.

Thankfully, Stør has Yilan to stick up for him, and he does. Constantly. (Strega can’t do much, she’s still in middle school.)

By now, Yilan’s father ran out on them, he sends money, but they haven’t been in contact in a few years. Yilan HATES his mom’s new dead beat boyfriend, so he stays away from home. Yilan practically moves in with Stør, staying after school and on weekends. Luckily for Yilan, Stør has two dads who love Yilan.

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It’s in his freshman year of High school that Stør meets Mizu Rivers for the first time…

She was in his 3rd period English Lit class. At first Mizu didn't stand out from the rest of the class, she stared at Stør or acted nervous when he was near. Not an unusual reaction, Stør tries to not take it personally, he can only imagine how intimidating he looks to others. But it still hurts. A lot.

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It's not until Stør gets (reluctantly) assigned to a group project with Mizu and her two "Friends" Nero (A water nymph & Mizu's cousin) and Lilith (a Succubus), that Stør finally interacts with Mizu.

Nero and Lilith slack off on their work and largely ignore Stør as he's trying to get the group on track to write their paper on the book "Gulliver's Travel's." Mizu doesn't make eye contact or talk to Stør so he's left at a loss for what to do.

Stør: H-hey, maybe we should actually start working on the project like the teacher said…

Nero: If you want it done so bad, do it YOURSELF. You’re a big boy…

Nero: (looks down) …literally…

Stør: 😟😵‍💫😧

Nero: Whatever. Let's go girls. 🙄

Nero stands up and leaves the classroom. While poor Stør is left red in the face and realing.

In his shock he looked at the other girls at the window. Lilith dgaf and just walked after Nero. And Mizu--- did... is Mizu making direct eye contact with Stør for the first time?

He could have imagined it, in fact he probably did, but she held fast. She quietly mouths the words "I'm sorry," and quickly runs after her friends.

Stør was left sitting alone, dumbfounded, and at a loss of what just happened and what to do next.

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That night, Stør contemplates telling the teacher of his peers unwillingness to do the assignment, when he gets an email from Mizu:

"Hey Store, Story, Stor? (However you spell it, idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

sorry about Nero and Lilith today, they never want to do their work. But don't worry about the assignment! ;D I'll type My part and their parts. Just worry about yours!

See you tomorrow!"

Stør quickly messaged back:

"Hi M. Rivers,

Thanks for reaching out, and explaining the situation, I really appreciate it!

I think it might be better if we split the assignment between the two of us?

I can write Lilith's part and you can do Nero's?

I don't want you to get overwhelmed with extra work!

See you tomorrow,

PS. My name is spelled "Stør""

A little later, Stør receives this email:

"That would be lovely!

Thank you, Stør!

Ps. just call me "Mizu" ;)"

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4.5 here

More about “The Biggest Heart” world here

[intheghoulden]

i have writers block so here's my description of how the ghouls look in my head

(they look very different from most people's canon bc i really don't like taking inspo from their unmasked counterparts :])

Rain: dark wavy hair, brushing just against his shoulders. it's long enough to tie back, but there are a few pieces framing his face that are shorter. he has a few beauty marks (that mountain is obsessed with kissing) and wire frame glasses (that he makes mountain clean for him). his face is clean shaven and he has several ear piercings. his teeth are sharp like a sharks. his horns are uneven, the left one longer than his right. they're both a deep blue

Mountain: long straight brunet hair, messy and unkempt if someone doesn't do it for him. his face is permanently sunkissed from how much time he spends outside, and his face is covered in freckles. he's supposed to have glasses, but he hates wearing them. he's covered in bruises from running into things. his horns are remarkably similar to that of a deer, covered in velvet and shedding during the off season.

Dewdrop: short, curly ginger hair with black tips. his eyes are two different colours, one red and the other blue. he has a light spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks that shimmer like embers when his emotions are high. he has a cleft lip, making his smile endearingly crooked. his horns are short spikes, white like ash.

Aether: slicked back silver hair, like the prequelle masks. he is fat and tall, towering over most of his peers. this is contrasted by his gentle and cheerful demeanor. his jaw is scruffy, several days overgrown but not quite a beard. his cheeks and forehead have several acne scars from his teenage years. he has many piercings on his face; eyebrow, septum, snake bites, tongue. his canines are long and sometimes peek from under his lip. his horns swoop backwards and are a crystal texture, purple in hue like amethyst.

Phantom: gangly, lanky weirdo. he has a tooth gap and the rest of his teeth are crooked, and it is so so adorable. his hair is short and fluffy, a dark purple with white speckles. he has white freckles across his face. he has a lot of piercings, some connected to each other with chains, others hanging. it looks like stars and constellations. his horns curved backward horizontally, becoming a sort of halo. they're white and pearlescent.

Swiss: his hair is uncontained and curly most of the time. its not quite coily, just loose enough to bounce if you pull it, but coily enough to be tied back in braids. his eyes are a bright, almost glowing, orange. he has eyebrow and nose piercings, all gold, and he has gauges. his horns are tall and long, sticking straight up from his forehead. they're red like hot iron.

Cirrus: tall and muscular with a firey personality to match. her hair is long and a dark grey, although its often tied up in a ponytail, revealing an undercut. her eyes are a stormy grey. she has some vitiligo, although it's only visible if she's been out in the sun for a while, the tanned skin revealing the lighter areas. her horns curve along the top of her head, smooth and glass like.

Cumulus: short curly hair to her shoulders, a blinding white. her eyes are red, almost violet, due to albinism. she short and fat, and she's so fucking hot for it. i can't put into words how beautiful she is, almost goddess like. all the other ghouls are crazy for her. her canines are a tad bit longer, she looks like a vampire. the only piercings she has is a tongue piercing and a belly button piercing. her horns curl around and under her ears, like a rams.

Aurora: instead of horns, she has gills like that of an axolotl. they're pink and they fluff up when she's excited. her hair is short, to her jaw, and wavy with two long chunks in the front going to her chest. it ombres from pink to violet to blue. she has slight wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, proof of her near constant laughing. her cheeks are always flushed making her seem like she's always blushing.

[bakedbakermom]

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Zack, how’s it going?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bye, Zack.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[boybandbaby]

Just Friends

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

Word Count: 3,134

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re jealous.” She smiles.

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

“Eddie pushed her in.” Robin adds in. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eddie-”

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

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

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

“Hi.” He croaked. “I’m almost done.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How so?” He asks, genuinely confused.

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

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

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

“I didn’t know that was his plan!”

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

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

“Well duh.” He tries to joke.

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

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

“Ste-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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