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Snowy Diamond Flakes

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i procrastinated doing my homework to write this

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

you’re lying in bed, chest pressed against the hard muscles that line toji’s side. his arm is draped over you, his heavy, calloused hand resting on the crown of your hand and drawing nonsense shapes on your scalp. it’s late at night, but neither of you is asleep. just sitting in the silence, seeking the comfort that only you could give each other. his other hand taps rhythmically against the mattress under the light comforter (since anything more gets too sweaty at night, toji runs hot. he’s basically your heater).

your head is pressed right below the crook of his arm, forehead pressed against his bare skin. he slipped off your tank top a while ago, the only division between your two bodies the soft cotton fabric of your panties and his gymshark boxers (the only kind that fit, he says). your leg is thrown over his waist, locking around his body to force him to stay as close as possible.

he takes in a deep breath and leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“not gonna sleep yet, baby?” toji asks in a whisper, his tone sweet and gruff. he moves his tapping hand to your thigh, kneading the soft skin and pulling you closer.

you smile, eyes pressing closed as you hum a ‘no’. moments like these are too precious to sleep through.

“you sure? y’look pretty tired.”

you sharply breathe out through your nose, pouting out your lips.

“okay, okay. jus’ making sure.”

you sit in silence for minutes longer, his hand massaging various muscles in your leg. he starts to kiss you again, trailing down the top of your head to your forehead, to between your eyebrows. his hot lips press against your skin, leaving the spots he’s touched tingly and warm. you hum, impatient as he purposefully avoids kissing your lips. after what feels like an eternity, his lips find yours, slowly working against them.

he slowly pries open your mouth with his tongue, nastily licking the seam of your lips until you open for him. you flutter your eyes open for a moment, and you see his sharp eyes staring right back at you. you involuntarily whine, eyes snapping back shut. you can feel him smirk against your lips, his hand holding back your hair and scratching your scalp - the slight pull causing a shiver to run down your spine.

he pulls away, his hand moving to hold your cheek in his hand.

“such a sweet girl,” his voice is worn from tiredness, the rumble vibrating in your ears. “you’re so good, you know that?”

your face warms, lips parting slightly as you smile. you fall asleep intertwined, bodies pressed together. perfectly safe.

Lonely is the Room [a drabble]

RE6!ℒeon x F!Reader

Leon put on the most epxensive suit he had in his small wardrobe; an all-black ensemble paired with a silk tie and designer cuff links. Aginst his personal wishes, he gells his hair back and styles a few strands to stick out over his face. He looks too neat, too put together-- a version of himself in a too-distant alternate reality where he gets 8 hours of sleep per night and works a normal job that actually makes a work-life balance possible. The tie feels like a boa constrictor around his neck but then again, he has no say in his wardrobe options; the love of his life is getting married and he has to look his best. With a spray of cologne, he gives himself one last look in the standing mirror and heads off.

He walks into your suit, hands clammy and sweat starting to bead along his hairline. He's nervous, though it's not exactly his place to feel like this; he's going to see you, on your request, and he's not sure how he's going to hold up. Your bridesmaids and parents filter out of the room, meeting the blond on his way to your suite. They all have glistening smiles and tearful eyes, overjoyed for you on your big day; it contrasts the tight smile on Leon's face, the expression uncomfortably pulling at the muscles on his cheeks. He knocks, once then twice, and hears your sweet voice on the other side.

He lets himself inside, the door knob twisting open despite the rattle in his calloused hands. You're stunningly breathtaking, the spitting image of heaven in that gorgeous gown adorned with crystals and pearls and lace. The radiant grin that settles perfectly on your face kills him and he damn near runs out of the room to save himself but he stays, his feet felt to heavy to move anyway.

"So," you shyly say. "How do I look, Leon?" You twirl and sway your skirt, the golden sunlight catching on the crystals and giving them an iridescent sort of magic. You look like what I meant to find all along. "Perfect for the wedding," Leon chokes out. Unwanted tears make it into his eyes, obscuring his vision. "You look like a dream." You chuckle and Leon feels as if his ribs closed in on his heart and crushed it.

The ceremony starts and he stands with his back straight, madly biting on his lower lip to keep it from quivering. Soon, you're gracing the center aisle with a blinding grin hid behind the lacy veil. Your presence graces the chapel like a moment of peace in between storms, everything cruel softening around your presence. You meet his eye from behind the veil and you shoot him a small nod while Leon opts to return the gesture with a shaky smile and small wave. He watches as you walk past him and ascend the steps to join your husband by his side at the altar. Vows echo across the chapel and each word comes back to him to slash his heart. As you walk hand in hand with your husband as gleeful newly-weds, the sight of white seemingly outshone the sun and left him blind with sorrow. He memorizes the look of happiness on your face one last time before you walk forward and never look back.

zayne x mc / f!reader

Word count: 1.3k | Reading Time: 7 min | pre-relationship, nsfw

Imagine you’ve been trying to hit on Zayne for a while, but he just doesn’t seem to get it. You’ve been putting so much effort into it. One night, at his place, after he’s made you dinner and you’re still sipping on your wine, he’s already back at his laptop, doing who knows what. His glasses sit slightly down on his nose.

Bluer than a butterfly

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Idk if I should do the rest of the LIs…

irina (Ирина)

❝drooling girl❞

full name: irina zhukova

age: 22 years old

height: 5'6

human or visitor?: randomized

personality: irina is very eccentric, psychotic, deranged, childish, unstable, blunt, and temperamental. maybe sometimes be described as "frenzied". she gets very jealous very easily, making her often entitled and insolent. irina is deeply insecure. in relationships (doesn’t matter if it’s a friend or a lover), she will most likely be clingy and possessive of them. similar to sanya, irina can often be vulgar and have a lack of manners/respect.

description: irina is an unstable, strange young woman who often drools.

<3: feeling pretty/wanted, being praised, pain, sweets (gummies, mint ice cream, etc) , grippy socks, smooth surfaces she can ice skate on (ToT), and bows/things with bows on them

</3: people who are prettier than her (she may make a few exceptions), her family, vegetables, and wearing a bra

additional information:

accompanies the closet of the house, taking place near the door

if denied entry at first, she will bribe the protagonist with cat food

will deny entry if creepy guy or surgeon are present

^ "N...NO! nuh-uh! kick 'em out!! they're not pretty like me—!!" "A...A-AND!? and they don't deserve to be sheltered, you dipshit!!" "I-I'M PRETTY!! LET ME IN!!"

BONUS DIALOGUE!!!: "i-i-i'm pretty... R...RIGHT..?!" "..." "HAHAHAHA!! i know- i know i'm pretty!! i'm... p-pretty! soooo pretty! HAHAHAHAHAHAAH"

FUN facts!:

lesbian!!! :33

^ likes dating girls who are similar to her AND ones who will praise her

has sialorrhea!

talks to herself often (even the mirror

^ she also may frequently stand on her toes and pick at her fingers!!

sadomasochist!!! (masochist leaning)

^ also loves being praised and worshiped,,,,, ToT (makes her feel wanted)

ABSOLUTE freaky perv,,,,,,,,,

was in a mental hospital before the cataclysm,,

^ both her hair and nails are freshly dyed and painted, signaling she had done them right after escaping, as if it were her priority >_<

she is a “perfectionist” (in her own way//just wants to feel pretty)

as you can probably tell, she doesn’t wear bras ToT

only wears one bow bc she randomly found it outside (and bc she says it makes her feel prettier)

can be quite flexible and dynamic >_<

sprites [neutral, happy, angry]

(i am SO SO SO open to fanart//ship fanart!!!! I WILL APPRECIATE AND WILL ABSOLUTELY FREAKK IF YOU DO!!! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)) JUST TAG ME!!! ;p)

i feel like black dresses really fits, like,,,, her vibe,,, and personality,, idk,,,, i luv black dresses,,,,, yessss,,,,

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