#goofy ah face i can't i love this man so much

[double-deep-fried-soup]

Day 161 of random Mark images

[fungal-rot]

Daddy’s Girl

summary: this is actually a part two of Sweet, Domestic Life. i’m glad y’all thought it was cute bc i love joel having a happy life and being a family man (but tbf idk if i like this or not) also i’ve been reading writing tips and whatnot and even had a friend go over this for me (she helped so much) !! i hope you can notice a (good) difference shskdhakal

warnings: your child is a menace (affectionate), f!reader, reader is referred to as mama, the daughter is nicknamed ‘Bug’, so sweet it’ll rot your teeth, i also don’t know how to properly write toddlers lol

w.c.: 1k

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    A soft, content sigh escaped your lips as you sat on the bed, crossing your legs as you neatly folded laundry and separated each article of clothing into its own pile. Joel was not as contented; he chased your little girl up and down the hall, her high-pitched squealing bouncing off the walls as she scuttled away, and he followed in hot pursuit with heavy feet that thundered after her with every laugh and giggle.

You heard Joel ask with an accusing tone, "What do you have in your hand?" Your ears perked up, and as soon as you lifted your head, you saw your three-year-old come barreling in. With a wide, shit-eating grin plastered on her face, making her cheeks appear rounder, she held her closed fist out in front of her.

"Mama!" She hollered and rushed to the edge of the bed, her free hand gripping and fisting at the bed sheets as she clambered up the mattress and placed a tiny foot against the frame of the bed to hoist herself up, trying her best to reach you.

"Bug!" You exclaimed with a dramatic widening of your eyes, dropping the shirt you held, and raising your arms slightly before grabbing her and settling her onto your lap. Joel joined next and propped an arm against the door frame as his chest heaved from the chase he had just endured. His brows bunched together, but a playful smile stretched his lips, clearly thrilled to be a part of the game.

"Nuh-uh," he said with a shake of his head and walked forward, "Mama can't help ya." Then he reached for the toddler once again.

Your eyes narrowed as you were about to argue but stopped short as Bug screeched in your ear. The sudden noise made you recoil with a wince. Your neck craned to the side, and you arched your brows while you blinked rapidly and waited for her to simmer down.

After a minute, you tilted your head to look down at her, "You done?" You ask softly and tuck a wavy strand of hair behind her ear.

Her head bobbled in response, "Yeah," she sucked in her lips and shifted in your lap, grabbing onto the collar of your shirt to balance herself.

You nod back and carefully remove her hand from the shirt, preventing her from possibly tugging the collar too low. "Okay," you whisper, then turning back to Joel. You resume your theatrical act, cradling your daughter's head to your shoulder protectively as you give him a mock pout.

"Not so fast, Miller," you say dramatically, "You bein' mean to my girl?"

The little girl had her hands tucked under her chin as she peeked at Joel with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Your husband noticed this, of course, and shot her a lighthearted glare.

"If anything, she's the mean one," he retaliated with a vague gesture of his hand and moved to lay down beside the two of you. "Makin' an old man with a bad back and bad knees run around like that." He added, followed by a soft exhale as he brought his hands to his stomach and clasped them together.

You snorted faintly and observed him with mild amusement as he got comfortable. You then avert your gaze to the fidgeting child in your lap. "I heard Daddy ask what you got in your hand," you tell her, tilting your head curiously. "Wanna show me what it is?"

Her nose scrunched as she bared her teeth in a goofy grin and brought her hands from under her chin, splaying them open to reveal-

"Nothing?" Your head reeled back with a laugh. Ah, of course. She was getting her father riled up for the sake of it, truly a chip off the old block.

Joel chuckled under his breath, bringing a hand from his torso to rub tiredly at his face.

"Glad I've got my girls ta keep me on my toes." He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper as he opened his eyes again and glanced between you. Your daughter wormed free from your hold and crawled onto Joel's lap, her little hands splayed across his chest as she gazed down at him.

" 'S'a joke, Daddy." She explained, her shoulders bobbing up and down with a happy lilt in her voice. "Bellie told me." Ah, that would explain it. Joel couldn't deny that Ellie's favorite pastime seemed to be finding ways to get under his skin, and now that had also expanded to his other daughter.

" 'Course she did," Joel replied, flicking his gaze to you, his expression mostly neutral with a faint look of amusement. You noticed your daughter's lip slightly parted with a soft yawn, and her eyes dropped ever so slightly, which signaled the two of you that she was starting to get sleepy.

"Yeah, bein' a li'l menace is tirin' ain't it, Bug?" Joel cooed playfully and touched her back, gently lowering her to lay against his chest.

You watched the interaction fondly and felt your heart flutter.

You couldn’t deny it; your daughter was a daddy's girl through and through, always seeking out the time she could spend with him, running to him with open arms when he came home after patrol, and always being under his feet, which he would always welcome with equal enthusiasm.

You finished folding the rest of the laundry and gathered each pile, placing them in their respective spots within the dresser. As you worked, you listened as Joel quietly sang, "Bye, Baby Buntin," his words slowly trailing off as he did. You turned back to see the pair fast asleep, the two embracing each other.

A warm feeling rushed through your body, and you silently padded over to the bed, reaching for the comforter folded at the end and throwing it open. You placed it over the pair and gently kissed each of their foreheads before turning off the lamp, then snuggled in next to them and closed your eyes, savoring this moment of peace and contentment.

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sorry it’s so short ahh !! i just wanted to write something real quickie. thank you for reading and comments/reblogs are always appreciated <33

[urauntiefaye]

Can u also do losing ur virginity/first time with bnd legal line ?? 🫠

First Time With BoyNextDoor Legal Line 🌸🔞

CW: SMUT, mention of female anatomy, cussing on my end, virginity loss, ummm mentions of nicknames, thats all I can think of, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: this …this did things to me I didn't know could 

WC: 624

Content under the line!

Jaehyun: losing your virginity with Jaehyun would be so goofy. And I mean that as in he would try to calm your nerves down by making silly little jokes. He wants your first time to a good memory, honestly he might also be losing his to you as well but he won't tell you in fear he'll make you even more worried and scared. His big puppy dog eyes that are filled with so much love are always on your face scanning to see if there's any feelings of discomfort. But trust me he is just as nervous as you and is trying so hard not to cum too quick 😔. 

Sungho: FOREPLAY FOREPLAY FOREPLAY FOREPLAY, have I mentioned foreplay?. Man's is already a lover of foreplay, he finds it essential for sex. He will start off giving you nice back massage leading to him massaging and playing with your tits, then it'll lead him to softly fingering you 😭😔 need him I swear. I also feel like Sungho definitely will not actually have sex with you until you've cum at least twice either it be with his fingers or his mouth. He just wants to make sure his baby is all ready for his big cock. Sungho will praise you, saying stuff like “you're doing so well babydoll”, and “that's right, taking my dick so well~” will call you beautiful and everything

Riwoo: wants you to ride him, now this is because he is actually very scared of hurting you or possibly getting caught up in the act. So he wants you to take the lead first, so that you're more comfortable and going at your pace. He will struggle to not crumble and fuck up into you know you're a virgin. But the way you whine about how big he is and how you can barely take him is sending him into overdrive. He'll rub your side and try to distract himself by grabbing your ass or tits. He can't help it, he's very sensitive and having a goddess above him talk about how big his dick is? Sheesh he really might just bust right there. 

Taesan: Ah yes, Taesan, when this man found out you were a virgin he had a set mission! Now he won't ever force you into anything. But that won't stop him from trying to seduce you and have you crawling to him begging him to pop your cherry okay. The stares, the lingering touches, the subtle whisper. UGH, he makes it so hard. And when you do go to him you bet your sweet little ass he will tease you. He acts all mean and everything but as soon as it comes to the actual thing he will be gentle and soft with you, but with a bit of teasing here and there but he'll try to make it as comfortable for you as he can. Just don't expect him to act this way all the time during spicy time.

Leehan: He panicked. I won't lie, man is PANICKING, he's already lost his but it was to someone who was already experienced. He's never been with someone who has never had experience. But ohoh, does it unlock something dark inside of him. Leehan finally discovered he had a corruption kink and he honestly kind of loved the idea that no one has ever touched you before. He felt a little special, he'll try to be gentle he really will, and he'll be great at first! But then the dark inner Dom would appear and the degrading mixed with praise would start to leak out-. Please he's trying but you make it so hard with how cute you look all innocent and out of breath underneath him. 

[ianthine-ichor]

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick NSFW Alphabet

Masterlist

A/n: Ah yes, the obligatory NSFW Alphabet. Anyway this was done very quickly and has not been edited very much but I hope you enjoy the food anyway Gaz lovers!

Tw: NSFW. No minors beyond this point!

Aftercare - he's elite status with aftercare. In fact he's managed to make aftercare just as sexy as actually fucking. Man's is in your ear whispering sweet nothings while cleaning you up and making sure you're in the most comfortable position pressed against him so you aren't as sore. He's really all about making sure you feel like a divine deity in the bedroom.

Body Part - he is a legs man, through and through. He wants to bite them, lick them, stuff his face between them, all of it. He wants to suffocate in their grip.

Control - he's pretty in control of his sex drive. He can hold himself back until you two are alone without you even noticing that he was hot and bothered.

Dirty Secret - he loves surprising you with a sudden movement just to hear you gasp for him. He finds nothing is hotter than making your body jolt with pleasure.

Experience - He has a lot of experience. He's got that charming yet devilish smile down to a science at this point and he was never against a good one night stand every once in a while. That being said, there is definitely a difference between how he fucks a random person he met in a dive bar verses how he fucks his lover.

Favorite Position - anywhere between your legs honestly. Sit on his face, let him suck you off or eat you out he honestly doesn't care. Just as long as he gets a taste of you.

Goofy - he's not so serious he can't laugh a bit here and there, but he's honestly just so intense and passionate that it's hard to find the humor for him sometimes. He wants to make the moment as hot as possible and that sometimes gets in the way of a good giggle.

Hair - he is very well groomed. He prides himself on a clean cut look and down there is no different.

Intimate - he is so intimate that it's honestly a little intimidating at times. He's fucking you with such slow, deep strokes, breathing hot against your neck and letting out only the most delicious moans right into you're ear. He will kiss over every inch of your body like he plans to paint the feeling of your skin against his lips by memory.

Jack off - he's not a very big fan of jacking off. He'll do it if he needs to, but it's never satisfying enough. He craves the closeness of someone else.

Kinks - he's really into blindfolds, both on him or his partner. Something about the trust of it really turns him on.

Location - he's a bedroom only type of guy. He just doesn't find the thrill in getting caught when all he wants is your attention fully on him.

Man or machine? - he absolutely loves toys in the bedroom. Anything he can use to get you twitching at a moments notice is just too good of an idea to pass up.

Nope - he doesn't like pain during sex. Now don't get him wrong, a slap on the ass is never a no, but he tries to avoid anything that leaves too many bruises or scratches the next morning. It just makes him feel a little guilty.

Oral - he's an oral man all the way. In fact the hard part is keeping his mouth off of you. He wants his mouth constantly filled with the taste of you.

Pace - slow, intense, purposeful strokes. He's always searching for the perfect angle to get your face to scrunch and your toes to curl. His pace never falters, even when he's close.

Quickie - as of now his record for successful quickies that didn't turn into full blown passionate sex is zero. He just can't help himself, he always needs more.

Risk - he's not a very big risk taker. He likes finding what works and sticking to it for the most part. But he isn't completely opposed to a little bit of thrill seeking if that's what you want.

Stamina - orally? He could fuck you all day. Dick wise? Not that impressive. He dumped all his points into oral and didn't take the time to up his dick game. Still, you won't leave the bed unsatisfied, he'll make sure of it.

Temptation - tempting him is pretty easy. Just stare at him with those pretty eyes and call him whatever pet name you've given him and he'll melt like butter at the touch of you.

Unfair - he's never unfair during sex. In fact his goal is to make sure you always end when you feel the most satisfied. He doesn't like to tease or draw things out too much. He gets you exactly where you need to be.

Vocal - just the most spine tingling, lip biting, tantalizing sounds you've ever heard in your life. He makes sure you hear how good your fucking him too, what with all the dirty little praises he keeps whispering in your ear. He's definitely more of a moaner than a talker though.

Wait - he's incredibly patient and if need be he could go a while without fucking you. However just know that when he does finally get his hands on you again you aren't getting away for at least a day or two.

Xtra - he is definitely holding your hand while he dicks you down, no questions asked.

Yearning - he's definitely the type to yearn from afar for a while before asking. He wants to make sure you have the time before he asks.

Zzz - it takes him a while to come down from the high most times, so you two often spend a while holding each other with some nice, soft pillow talk before either of you pass out.

[penaltyboxboxbox]

13 or 14 for charlos? pretty please 🫶🫶🫶 (love your blog btw)

Charlos - complimenting their appearance / looking at their lips as they talk.....why choose i will just include both 👍 also. singapore pool origin story, because why not.

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Charles lets himself sink down into the pleasantly cool pool, up to his chin, tilting his head back as the chlorinated water licks up the sides of his face and over his ears.

He stares up at the beginnings of stars in the dimming sky, moves his arms wide through the water; tiptoed feet just touching the bottom.

"Great view, eh?"

Charles eyes flit up, where a man stands hands on hips at the edge of the pool. His long dark hair curls up on the ends, his swim shorts rucked up on one leg, a vague tan line peeking through.

No, not a bad view at all, he thinks.

He nods weakly in the water, paddling closer, nodding again properly as his hand pulls him to the wall.

"Yes. It's beautiful. Beautiful city." Charles wipes a wet hand over his face. "Carlos."

Carlos grins, wide. Rather goofy.

"Yeah. Hows the water?"

"It's-"

Before he can answer, Carlos jumps over his head, the splash disrupting the stillness of their near-empty corner of pool.

Carlos resurfaces, shakes his head like a wet dog. Charles winces and holds his hands up at the drops that fly his way, shoving a splash back in Carlos' direction.

"Going to kick me in the head, mate! Be careful."

"Ah, don't worry. I'm always careful." Carlos runs his hands through his dampened hair, slicking it back to his head.

Charles stares. Carlos is gazing out at the skyline again, not paying attention. So Charles stares, a little longer.

"You have plans tonight?" Carlos asks suddenly.

"I mean..." Charles goes still, looks down at his legs, wiggly and deformed through the dark water. "This. Go for a swim. Go to bed. Not much."

"No fun..." Carlos turns back to him, splashing back with a dismissive wave of his fingers through the water. They both laugh. "You should enjoy the city now. After the race you will be dead, mate."

"It cannot be that bad. I've raced in the heat before-"

"Ay, don't underestimate it! It is the combination you know? The type of track, the focus-" Carlos draws a little circuit line through the water with his finger. "The humidity! You are swimming in the air, mate."

"Getting good practice then." Charles grins,

"Listen, Charles you may be cute but you are not special, Singapore is-"

Charles doesn't hear the rest of the comment, he sinks down into the water again.

He opens his eyes, and they sting from the chlorine. He looks at Carlos, swims past him a few feet. Watches him follow, splashing too much.

Cute. Why would he say cute?

Charles resurfaces by the far edge of the pool, the overlook, and Carlos is there beside him. He cranes his head over, and it makes his stomach flip.

Carlos' hand suddenly presses a teasing shove between his shoulder blades, and Charles exclaims, whipping around to smack Carlos in the arm. He's laughing, delighted. Charles feels himself flush.

"Stronzo." Charles rolls his eyes, smile creeping through.

"So you're free tonight? Yeah?" Carlos needles again.

Charles can't take his eyes off his smile, his mouth. Grinning and just slightly silly.

"I guess." He responds.

Carlos licks his lips, and Charles thinks for a brief second about what kissing him would feel like. It startles him. He licks his own lips in nervous response.

"Let me take you to dinner."

The way Charles' stomach flips makes him wants to sink back underwater and not resurface. Swim away and hope Carlos gets distracted by something else bright and shining in the Singapore skyline.

"Ok." He says instead.

It's a date, he doesn't say.

"Fantastic- I already know the place." Carlos looks proud. "I know you do not have troubles with looking nice but, it is fancy you know so. Dress up a little. We will talk strategy."

"Strategy." Charles nods. "Such a gentleman." he mumbles.

Carlos preens at the compliment. Charles pretends not to notice.

They both stare out at the skyline, the setting sun.

Making new allies never hurt anyone.

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: I didn't re-read once again out of fear I'd hate it, so hopefully this chapter doesn't suck. There is game plot and dialog that I changed here and there. Enjoy!

TW: Violence, mutant bug thing, zombies, language, sort of terrible flirting?, typical Resident Evil things, ect. I don't know, I suck at tags. Sorry if I traumatize anyone. NO MINORS!

Chapter 4:

-September 28th, 1998-

You and Jill were halfway to the surface when a sudden sound filled the air. 

"Jill, Y/n, it's me again. You two topside yet?" Carlos called through the radio.

"Working on it. So what's the plan?" Jill answered, holding the radio in front of her.

"The old tank's got me clearing the tracks. You two mind getting the subway infrastructure back online?" Carlos asked.

"And how do we do that?" Jill asked.

"Let's start by restoring power. I'll navigate you to the substation once you hit the main road."

"Copy that. Let's do this fast." Jill finished, shutting off the radio.

"So, you gonna join the other survivors when the train starts working again?" Jill questioned you, wanting to start a conversation.

You shrugged, "I don't know. I still need to get to the police station." 

"Why? What's at the police station?" 

"Hopefully, Ben. Alive. My guess is that Irons didn't let anyone leave their cells when all this started." 

"I wouldn't put it past him. Were you and Ben, you know, close?" She looked at you with a suggestive look, implying something in her last question.

You snorted, "Me and Ben? Yeah right. He's not my type. Plus, he was dating my friend, Katherine."

"Mmhmm, and what's your type then? Strong and broody? Someone with a goofy side? I know a guy." She joked.

"Are you trying to set me up?" You laughed.

"Well, I kinda owe you one. You have done me more than one favor in the last couple of hours I've known you." You laughed louder. "C'mon, what's your type? Now I'm curious." Jill pressed. You debated in your mind.

You've never really told anyone this before. Well, anyone besides Katherine and Ben. Questions about your sexuality never came up that often in your life.

"Not men." You bluntly responded. Jill nodded in understanding.

"Ah, only have eyes for the fairer sex. I respect that. Am I your type?" Jill asked, the teasing tone bringing a small grin to your face.

You honestly didn't know what your type was. You were never interested in dating in high school. You were too much of an introvert. And you haven't really met anyone that caught your eye or shared similar interests. You just knew that men didn't do it for you.

"Gorgeous. Badass, with a caring side from what I've seen… Yeah, you kinda are." You said, a teasing smile on your face.

"Sweet. So if you save my ass again we can go on a date." She joked.

"You gonna buy me dinner? I'd kill for an extra cheesy supreme pizza right now. And a shower. And a nap."

"We'll have a sleepover. Do you like movies?"

"Love them."

"We'll shower, sleep, then eat pizza and watch movies."

"Sounds like a dream. It's a date." You laughed, Jill joining you.

"Can't wait." 

You made it to the top of the station and gathered supplies. Herbs and ammo. According to Jill, these herbs have healing properties. You had no idea. If you had, you would have been grabbing them sooner.

You two make it to the entrance you used to duck under the half closed shudder to get to the outside. As you did, you noticed there were still people running away. One man, panting in fear, quickly ducked under the shudder you had come from where survivors were beckoned with yellow paint.

"More survivors. We gotta get that train moving." Jill said. As she did, I noticed how many more people have been infected and how much more the fire has spread. This whole city was a horror show. No corner you turned was left unaffected by the last week. By the last few hours specifically. You two carefully maneuvered through the streets, careful of zombies and being extra careful as to not shoot any survivors. 

Once you two reached another blocked off area, Jill took out the radio to contact Carlos.

"Carlos, we've reached the main avenue. Which way do we go?" Jill questioned him on the radio. You had your pistol out and kept your eyes peeled, ready to shoot anything that might try to snap its teeth at you or Jill.

"See a big transmission tower? That's the substation. You'll have to circle around through an alley to your right to get there."

"You mean the alley that's on fire?" Jill deadpanned when she saw the flames. You snorted at her tone.

"Maybe? Surely a tall drink of water like yourself can put out a few flames." Carlos' joking voice said through the speaker.

"Fuck you." Jill sighed as she shut the radio off. Clearly she wasn't in the mood for his flirty jokes. 

"Alright, let's see if we can get this fire out. Hopefully it won't be too much of a hassle." You said. And, as if the universe just loved to torment you, you had to get a tool to get the fire hydrant to work.

"This is gonna be a hassle." Jill sighed. 

"Yeah." You huffed. 

You both walked out of the alley, barely making it fully onto the street again when you saw zombies just full on knocking down and picking up the fences blocking them from getting to the two of you.

"You have got to be kidding me." Jill said as the horde walked closer.

"Those are some weak ass fences. No wonder this outbreak spreaded so fast." You said. You raised your gun, prepared to shoot at any moment.

"Wait, back up with me." Jill said.

You didn't bother questioning her, backing up, away from the zombies walking toward you.

Jill quickly took aim and waited until all the zombies were in one spot, before shooting a red barrel sat next to a crashed car. The barrel exploded, sending debris and zombies flying through the air. You block your face and squint from the heat of the blast. When it faded, you saw all the zombies were dead.

"Huh. How'd you know it would explode?" You asked.

"It's red. Red means flammable."

"Why would someone just leave flammable barrels around?"

"Why would someone create a virus to turn people into monsters? The world is full of questionable people." Jill shrugged.

"More like fucking idiots." You sighed. You were tired. You haven't been able to sleep more than a few minutes since a week ago. You were running on pure adrenaline at this point.

"Well, I guess the bright side is that we have access to a whole new street. We can look for a hose for the fire hydrant." Jill said, gesturing to the somewhat clear street corner, bright neon signs lighting up the area.

"Sure. I suppose. I'm getting tired of all these sidequests." You said. You both began your trek through the brightly lit street.

"Me too." Jill agreed. 

A while later, you both had successfully found a fire hose. Only having to avoid a few zombies in the process. You made it back to the flame filled alley, fire hose in your arms.

"Here, you can do the honors." You said, handing Jill the heavy fire hose.

She huffed from the sudden weight, "Thanks so much. You really shouldn't have." 

"What are friends for?" You joked.

Jill set up the hose and began spraying water onto the flames. It takes a few seconds for the flames to finally go out.

"There." Jill sighs, putting the hose down that was no longer needed.

"See. It would have taken me far longer if I had done it." You said, nudging her arm playfully.

"Mmhmm. Let's go lazy bones." Jill said. You both start forward once more.

"In my defense, I haven't slept in a while. It's honestly a miracle I've made it this far." 

"No, you have some natural survival skills in you. I've seen you shoot that gun. You only miss a couple of times." Jill teased.

"Hey, I do pretty good for someone who had absolutely no experience with guns, thank you very much. And why do you think I try to avoid shooting?"

"Is that why you haven't used your shotgun? You don't know how to?" She asked, pausing in her step in the alley, standing near a building.

"Honestly, yeah. I found it and figured I'd take it in case I lost my handgun or ammo for it. I probably would have figured it out through trial and error." 

"And get yourself killed in the process. Let's stop real quick and I'll show you how to use it."

Jill quickly went through the step by step process of shotgun 101. It's pretty much similar to the handgun. Just have to watch out for more recoil. But it was nice to understand how it worked and how to reload.

You both walked through the back entrance of a repair shop. You immediately saw bolt cutters, shining in a spotlight on a wall.

"Looks like those could be useful." You said.

"Yeah, can you carry them in your backpack?" Jill asked.

"Oh, now I gotta carry everything?" She smirked, nodding. "You need to get your own backpack." You said, grabbing the bolt cutters and slipping them into your backpack.

"Why should I when I have you and your never ending abyss of a backpack. How much stuff can you carry in there anyways? It's not that big of a bag."

"A lot if I put my mind to it. Speaking of where we are putting things. How are you carrying so much stuff?"

She shrugged. "Skills. Now, use the bolt cutters on that yellow chain on the door." She demanded, pointing to the door.

"Alright, bossy. Is this pay back for the fire hose incident?"

"Maybe."

You used the bolt cutters on the chain, causing them to break and unlock the door. You and Jill entered the room, noticing an injured man panting against a car. It's a car repair shop.

You and Jill quickly rushed forward to check on the man. "You're U.B.C.S?" Jill asked, kneeling down to check his wounds. You took your bag off your shoulders and knelt down with her, looking for your med kit.

"Y-yeah. Careful, careful." The young man gasped as Jill touched a painful wound. A bite.

You and Jill shared a glance after looking at the man. "C'mon. Don't look at me like that, alright? I'm not infected." The man said.

"Okay, we'll take care of-" Jill starts.

"No no no, wait! Please!" The man's cut off by a gunshot to the head, killing him instantly.

You and Jill gasped, turning to see the man with graying hair behind you who held the gun. Blood was splattered on your face.

"What the fuck!" Jill exclaimed, standing up in anger. You follow suit, attempting to wipe the blood from your cheeks. Luckily it didn't get in your eyes or mouth.

"He was infected." The Russian man said casually.

"He might have been infected!" Jill shouted.

The man scoffed. "Are all S.T.A.R.S this soft? No wonder so many of you are dead." He said, beginning to walk off.

"And what are you? U.B.C.S? Killing your own people?" 

He huffed and turned to face her from the stairs. "He would have turned. Where is your sense of self-preservation?"

She said nothing and glared. You walked up to stand by her, ready to help fight the man if she needed you to.

He tsked and began walking up the stairs again. "Go back to the subway station. We don't need a bleeding heart like you getting in the way." He shuts the door behind him.

You rubbed Jill's arm in comfort before turning to look at the man. You saw a book sticking out of his pocket and picked it up in case it had information, skimming through it.

It was a training log. The man's name was Murphy. He was apparently in prison for murdering twenty gang members and Umbrella had let him out to work for them. He seemed to have had a motev for the murders as his brother was killed by a gang member. Not that you really approve murder. You just understand why someone would do so when blinded by grief. 

"Find something?" Jill asked you.

"Uh, that guy that just left, his name may be Nicholai. That's just a guess though. But the way Murphy over here described Nicholai using him as a shield during training just screamed it's self-preservation dude." You said.

"Yeah, you may be right." She glanced at the dead man, saddened by another loss. "Let's get out of here. There isn't anything else here that we need." 

You nodded and you two made your way up the stairs and out of the shop. You tried not to look at the body of the man as you left. As sad as it sounded, you've been trying to stay disconnected with your empathetic side since this all started. It's hard to go through the city knowing that all the dead and undead were once people like you. People who had feelings and family. People who you and Ben tried and failed to help.

You made it to a dark alley and looked ahead, seeing dogs and a crashed police car with the lights still flashing. Oh yeah, animals get infected too.

You and Jill did your best to avoid getting bit by the dogs, stunning them and shooting them to put them out of their misery.

Finally, you make it to the entrance of the transmission tower. The door was locked. Figures.

"Great." You sighed.

"Maybe that guy has something that can help." Jill motioned to the man slumped to the ground with a box in his hands.

"Let's check." You walked over and carefully grabbed the box from the dead man's hands. You screeched and jumped away when a bunch of bugs came exploding and crawling out of the man's stomach, guts exposed.

"Oh my god." Jill gasped.

You shivered and gagged. You hate bugs. Hate hate hate!

"Here you open it." You shoved the box in Jill's hands, not wanting to chance it. There could be more bugs in there.

She carefully opened the box, finding a lock pick.

"Nice. You know how to use it?" You asked her.

"Yeah. You?" She asked, you shook your head.

"I'm more of a climb through the window type person." You said. 

She raised a brow at you. Oh yeah, she was a cop. Maybe you shouldn't talk about how you've broken the law during your time as Ben's assistant. "I've locked myself out of my apartment more times than I care to admit. Crowbars were my best friend in those scenarios. Had one left on the ledge."

Not entirely a lie there. You have had to lodge a crowbar through your apartment window after you've locked yourself out. And you hadn't wanted to call a locksmith, thinking you could "do it yourself" for free. You almost had the cops called on you by your neighbor before they realized it was you being an idiot.

"That's not safe. Someone else could have broken in." Jill scolded. You shrugged. "Nevermind. Let's just get this over with." She walked over to the gate lock and began picking it.

"Where did you learn to pick locks?" You asked as you watched her work.

"My father." She deadpanned, you could tell she didn't want to elaborate further.

"Huh. My dad never really taught me anything. Except how to sweet talk my way out of trouble. Very helpful since became Ben's assistant." You said.

"How'd you become his assistant anyways?" Jill asked as she worked on the lock. 

"I found an ad somewhere in the papers. I needed a job that wasn't the fast food place I was working at. So I figured, why not apply. He liked me, I liked his thought process and his goals, and the rest is history."

"Now you're here, stuck with me. In a city wide outbreak where everything is trying to kill you. How's that feel?" She joked weakly.

"Well, it could be worse. I could still be alone. I'm glad I found someone I can trust in all this." The lock clicked and she stood and turned, giving you a smile.

"Ditto. I'm glad I have someone watching my back through this."

"Even though I suck at shooting?" You joked.

"Even though you suck at shooting." She laughed. She walked through the gate, holding it open for you.

You went to walk through the gate when you heard something behind you. You turned to look and saw nothing. As you were about to shrug it off, you saw a slimy substance falling from above. You looked up and saw a giant, mutated bug. The bug shrieked and grabbed you by the neck, still hanging from above. You screamed.

"Y/ n!" Jill yelled, running to help you.

Something slimy and tongue like is shoved down your throat, causing you to choke and gag from disgust. Jill gets it off of you and shoots the bug-like creature, killing it instantly.

"Fucking gross." She grimaced.

You choke and gag trying to get the disgusting sensation out of your throat. Of something crawling within you. A parasite.

"Here, you need an herb. Quickly!" Jill urged, coaxing you to swallow the herb in her hand.

You gasped and shoved the herb in your mouth, swallowing quickly. You immediately felt the urge to throw up and turned away from Jill, puking the parasite on the ground near the dead bug creature. You closed your eyes, trying to regain your breath and calm your beating heart.

"You okay?" Jill asked, rubbing your shoulder in comfort.

"No." You rasped. That was disgusting. You felt disgusting. You hate bugs.

"You know, I won't blame you if you'd want to wait out here. I can get this done alone if I have to." She told you.

"I'm thinking about it." You joked weakly. You shook your head and sighed. "No, I'll come with you. Hang on a second." You reached into your backpack and grabbed a pack of gum from your bag. You stuck a piece in your mouth, the mint refreshing the nasty taste in your mouth. You offered one to Jill and she smirked, taking a piece and sticking it in her mouth.

"Of course you have gum." Jill laughed.

"Well, yeah. I wish I had a toothbrush. My teeth aren't too bad right?" You haven't brushed in two days, having unfortunately lost your toothbrush and your cleaned bottled water when you had to run away from a public bathroom that was suddenly overrun with infected people. Finding out the hard way that the water was infected. Best not to drink the city water. 

"No, you're fine. You surprisingly don't smell as bad as you look." You glared. "I mean, well, you know what I mean. You smell fine. And your teeth are fine. Now get up, we have things to do." She helped you to your feet from your kneeled position.

"Thanks." You deadpanned.

"Don't mention it. Let's get this over with."

You two quickly made your way through the building, shooting any bug that so much as twitched at you, working to get the power back on. There was some kind of disgusting growth covering the walls of the building. You weren't even sure what it was. You didn't want to know.

You finally pulled up the last lever, sighing in relief that you could finally leave.

"Done. Time to get the hell out of here." Jill said. You nodded in agreement, shooting and kicking away the angry giant bugs that ran at you.

"Agreed." You both ran, dodging any creature that lunged at you, until you finally made it outside.

"Okay. All that leaves is the main power switch." Jill panted, running up the stairs to the power station.

You both walked over to the control panel. Jill finds the switch and presses it, starting the power and destroying all the growth and bug-creatures. Mutated cockroaches? You weren't sure what type of bug it was. You just wanted them dead.

"Enjoy that." Jill said, watching the nest crumble.

"Good riddance. Hated those fucking things." You shivered.

"Me too. Come on. We gotta radio, Carlos." Jill said. You nodded.

You two began making your exit as Jill called Carlos.

"Carlos, it's Jill. We've restored power to the subway." Jill said.

"Nice going!" Carlos' voice sounded. "Next up is the traffic control system. It should be in the subway company's offices." 

"Right. I think I know the building." Jill said.

"Really? Way to go partner. One step ahead!" He said.

"Not your partner." Jill finished, shutting the radio off.

You snorted, "Awe, he seems sweet."

"You can have him." She joked.

"I'm good."

You two walked down some stairs, making your way to the offices. You stopped to gather supplies you found lying around and hiding in lockers. They're probably not going to need it anymore. You pushed through an orange door, making it outside once more, then went through a gate and onto a street, following Jill's lead.

As you were walking, you had a sudden feeling of dread in your chest. It was quiet. Too quiet.

"Hey, Jill-" You started.

"I feel it too. Stay close." She said, feeling that something was wrong. 

As you two walked by the police cars with the flashing lights, the wall to your right exploded, bricks flying everywhere. You gasped in shock and saw the tall and strong monster that had been chasing Jill earlier. Guess it recovered.

The monster growled, the sound similar to the word "stars". It started going after Jill once more and you grabbed her arm, pulling her way from getting hit.

"Are you shitting me?" Jill yelled, frustrated and frightened.

You both dodged and ran around it, continuing to your destination. Now with the added problem of that thing chasing you.

As you ran, it lunged forward and smacked at you both, knocking you back. You guess it's not doing the eerily slow walk anymore. You shot at a power generator, making it shock the monster and pulled Jill to a run, dodging zombies while you went.

You made your way back to the repair garage and Jill pulled out her radio. "Carlos, that thing is still alive! It's after me!" Jill yelled.

"What? Run! You both come back to the station!" He told her.

"Not until we get traffic control online." Jill put the radio away and glanced at you questionly.

"You okay to keep helping me? That thing is only after me. You'd be safer away from me."

"No, I'm not going to leave you to fix the train by yourself. And I'm not leaving until I know you're safe. It's the least I can do."

Jill nodded sincerely. "Thank you."

You both finally make it to the offices, careful as to avoid anything trying to kill you. Jill pulled her radio out again.

"Carlos, we're in the control room. Now what?"

"Nice! Now you gotta plot out a route." His voice said through the speaker.

"Okay, gimme a sec." Jill handed you the radio to hold and got to work. "Alright, where are we headed?" She asked through the radio in your hand.

"The train is stopped at Redstone Street. We need to reach Fox Park Station. Can you program that in?" Carlos asked.

"Hey, I'm supercop. Consider it done." She joked. You chuckled and watched as she input the directions. She did so successfully.

"Carlos, it's me. I've finished inputting the subway route." She said, gently taking back the radio from your hand.

"Jill, you are amazing! Tough as nails too. Hurry back to the station. We'll make sure the subway is ready to depart." Carlos said.

Jill put the radio away after that. "He's right. You are amazing. Just thought you should know." You smirked.

"Shut up." She snorted, smiling sheepishly. "We better get going to the station. Thanks for your help, by the way. And the company. It's nice having someone to talk to through all of this." She told you.

"Don't mention it. I couldn't just leave you to do this by yourself. Even supercops need help once in a while." You both laughed and made your way out of the office.

Now you need to make it back to the station in one piece.

[devilishlycute]

Curiouser and Curiouser..

˜"*°•.˜"*°• "Cats and rabbits

Would reside in fancy little houses

And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers

In a world of my own." •°*"˜.•°*"˜

˜"*°•.˜"*°• "All the flowers

Would have very extra special powers

They would sit and talk to me for hours

When I'm lonely in a world of my own" •°*"˜.•°*"˜

How could a trip to Disneyland end so horribly for Y/n L/n?

Easy!

She was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.. So much for a lovely night at the "Happiest Place on Earth".

˜"*°•.˜"*°• "There'd be new birds

Lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds

Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds

Within that world of my own" •°*"˜.•°*"˜

•°*"˜.•°*"'I could listen to a babbling brook

And hear a song that I could understand

I keep wishing it could be that way

Because my world would be a Wonderland.."˜.•°*"˜•°*"˜

Book: Prologue, Chapter 1

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Y/n's POV

"That DINO CO. Blue Slushie was really fucking sticky-"

I grumble to myself as I ran both hands under the faucet letting the water wash away the gunk and sticky feeling from my hands "But man, was it so sweet" I finished with a smile on my face and a quick wave of my hands to flick the droplets away. I felt my phone vibrate and quickly dried my hands off with a towel before reaching into my pocket.

Reading off the screen, I could see that it was (Best friend).

Bestie <3:

Hey! We're waiting for you at the Avengers Area, taking pics w/ my precious boi Loki, HURRY AND GET OVER HERE BEFORE I FAINT!! Xoxo~

Smiling at the message I send back the emoji of a thumbs up, and ready my phone for pictures, making my way over. Luckily the restroom I was in was in Hollywood Land, so I wouldn't have to walk too far.

"I can't believe I'm about to graduate High School for that matter.." I mumble to no one, I check my camera roll to see what I have so far.

So far I have pictures and goofy videos of mostly the mascots then the Actors. I couldn't help but lightly chuckle at how awkwardly I'm posed in almost each picture.

' You'd think the staff members could at least take ONE flattering picture of me.' My thoughts are ripped from me for a split second when I hear a loud scream near my right.

Looking towards the source as pedestrians run past me, coming from the direction of Buena Vista Street, a Black Carriage is barreling towards me! Two dark horses are pulling this Carriage, narrowly missing people and objects. "Oh shi-AH!"

A random person trying to flee pushes past me, falling on my knees, hearing my phone clatter away from me and feeling the solid stone walkway scrape against my palms, the pain didn't really matter since the carriage was only inches from colliding into me.

'Is this it..? Oh god, this is gonna fucking hurt- Mom, Dad, anyone! Please... Help me!!' Not wanting to face this head on, I close my eyes and awaited for impact. The sounds of screams and panic only seem to get louder.. Until they stopped all together, but I never felt the impact.

'. . . huh? Wasn't It about to hit me?' Opening one eye it was dark, soundless, but most of all warm. I didn't feel the cold night air of California anymore. 'So where am I?' A green glow slowly dims the once dark space, revealing where I am.

My eyes soon adjusted to the dim light, I am inside a very elegant and gothic style room with coffins floating above me and a giant mirror that is facing me similarly floating over an altar, a black plume of smoke emits from the altar surrounding the mirror I couldn't help but flinch at how unnaturally cold it got, a wisp of this smoke brushed past my face and I felt a bombardment of emotions:

Wrathful

Prideful

Gluttonous

Lustful

Envious

Slothful

Greediness

Groaning at the splitting headache that was accumulating at the back of my skull, gripping the sides of my head hoping to at least massage the pain.

FWOOSH

Gasping at the flash of green, the black smoke dissipates along with the headache. Looking inside the mirror green flames are flickering and fleeting, I feel the warmth of the room come back, I hadn't noticed that I've gotten closer to the mirror to warm myself again. A deep voice resonates through the mirror causing me to look into the Mirror's glass.

"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor...

My proud, beautiful flower of Evil."

'That voice... I feel like I've heard it before..' As if it was second nature, my hand moves to glide against the gilded frame of the mirror, I stare deeper into the mirror.

"You truly are the fairest one of all.

O Magic Mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek..."

'It's the Magic Mirror from Snow White! Am I still in Disneyland, but the Snow White dark ride isn't in California anymore-' The Magic Mirror's flames warp and swirl to show me a Black Carriage heading towards what looks like a Castle, the carriage passes underneath an iron gateway?

A Crest of a Raven shines under the moonlight, I can barely make out the words welded on the arch of the gateway. The image shifts again back to its default Green flames.

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth...

If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

The flames part and a large pale hand appears, open as if waiting for a partner to grasp it.

'There's no way I'm grabbing anything, I could end up breaking something-' A sharp pang shoots through my head causing my knees to buckle forward. My fingertips brush against something soft and fleshy yet cold, opening my eyes looking down the hand seems to be holding mine tight but tenderly.

'As if this person is holding back their strength, almost knowingly...' The room goes pitch black and the hand disappears along with the lights. For reasons unknown, this made me ... Awfully sad and painfully lonely.

Fwoosh

A ball of now red fire is lit in the center of the Mirror. The green lights around the room relit themselves and a new voice comes through.

"As flame reduces even the stars to ash."

A crystal of ice replaces the flame, the cracks of the ice are clearly heard. The room got cold once more, but this time it was welcomed.

"As Ice seals away time itself."

The ice fades and a whirlwind of leaves burst forth from inside the mirror, the scent of fresh grass and a soft breeze brush past my face.

"As great trees swallow even the sky."

The image again shifts to a void of darkness, but the scent of fire and fresh grass still linger. The chill is still present but its weak, but strong enough for my hands to wrap themselves around my... layered body? Looking down at myself my casual clothes are replaced with soft and very expensive feeling robes?!

'How- WHO undressed and redressed me!??' This has gone from intriguing to down right creepy! Whatever prank this is- has gone on long enough!

"Fear not the power of darkness. Now- Demonstrate your power."

A bright light illuminates and grows brighter by the second, it temporarily blinds me causing me to shrink away from the offending light.

"To me. To them. To yourself.

The hour grows long, and time is scarce."

My hand is grabbed by a familiar touch, its soft and yet still cold like a reptile, blankets over my hand. But I couldn't help but squeeze it anxiously, it surprised me when I felt it grip back reassuringly, its- no His thumb strokes the back of my hand soothingly.

"Keep steady your grip, no matter what may come..."

I feel the hand soon pull me forward gently, but instead of a cold hard surface I am met with what feels like entering a pool that strangely doesn't soak my clothes. A wave of fatigue and drowsiness invades my very body and I am very drained. The adrenaline has finally left my body..

'I feel ... Very tired...' I couldn't help but answer the call of sleep.

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[yostresswritinggirl]

Only thought right now is that Niwa saw reader smiling for the first time and he fell in love. Figuratively and literally. Landed on his face. Made friends with the floor.

Oh, but I think reader made the first move. Niwa was taking a little too long and they wanted to make their claim known.

Bloom anon

Niwa Hisahide is a simple man despite his high status in Tatarasuna.

And his happiness are just as straightforward, reminded by the heat of the forge in front of him, he smiles.

Bladesmithing brings him unfathomable joy even before he rose up the ranks. From the act of forging down to displaying the final product, his love for his craft is a well-known fact among the people of the Isshin Art.

Hisahide still remembered his first successful blade in his youth, displayed on a wall together with the other clans for inspection of the Shogunate from Narukami Island to inspect the quality and progress of the Raiden Gokaden. While he was not yet the representative of his clan that time, his work had already shown great hopes of taking up the mantle of the clan.

Enamored, elated, he simply stared at the display with a grin.

Next to a stranger that came from the mainland who's also staring at the displayed swords. Specifically his blade. "This one seems to have a unique design than the others."

"Oh, that's mostly due to my lack of knowledge in aesthetics." The moment those eyes landed on him, he couldn't help but scratch the back of his neck demurely. "That's mine - I mean, I made that sword. My first sword."

Your eyes flickered back to the display, where a wood block next to it has the name Niwa Hisahide engraved on it. And Niwa couldn't help but watch with bated breath as he eagerly stared at the way your eyes traced the blade of his proud work.

"It looks really nice for a first sword."

"Thank you very much! You see, the Niwa Clan follows the Isshin Art, focused on forging blades efficient for their sharpness and strike -" And inspectors and fellow bladesmiths would recount the sight of the enthusiastic young Niwa chatting up a storm about the intricacies of forging to a poor tourist who only wanted to admire the blades.

"Soon, I'll forge the best sword of my clan, maybe even the best of the Isshin Art."

"Niwa-san, you really love forging blades."

Of course, it was so obvious that it was almost ridiculous to sound out, that was what he thought when Niwa Hisahide turned to them with a silly grin. Nothing brought him this much joy than forging, a clan tradition that will live with him and thru him.

Niwa Hisahide truly loved forging blades.

Yet at the sight of the Narukami tourist's minimal but undeniably divine smile, the shining blades reflecting on their eyes full of mirth, the bladesmith felt incredible guilt at being the cause of its end. After all, who would smile when someone just suddenly tripped like he did?

"Huh?! Are you okay? Did you just - how did you even fall?!"

But who was he to say when even with his face squished against the dirt floor, hidden by the earth beneath is a goofy smile that he can't seem to stop.

Niwa Hisahide's a simple man with only two things that bring him absolute joy.

Forging blades and the sight of your smile.

And as he inspects the quality of his best blade yet, he hopes that his present can coax out the best smile out of you, his beloved. And hopefully, his beloved forever.

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This is my poor attempt on it, silly lil drabble haha

After that first encounter it was up to sigma reader to lay out the foundation and make all the moves to open a relationship between them because Niwa was indeed taking long and is probably so slow on picking up their hints haha

Like I imagine him asking when they'll go back to Narukami, and they go "ah I decided I would like to stay here in Tatarasuna..." cuz they wanted to be with him and Niwa's like "oh that's nice, welcome to Tatarasuna!" cue deadpan from his future lover

What can they do tho, they picked that man to fall for

[marinerainbow]

This inspired me!!! Keep in mknd, I'm in the middle of a shopping center now typing this on my phone, so it wont be the best 😅 I still felt like sharing though, so here I hope you like it!:

~

Harper sat on the steps to Boone's place, elbows on his knees, a sour look on his fine face. He was watching Y/N talk with Miss Peaches and Boone, and... one of the new guys.

Their weren't nothing special about the boy- his posture was absolutely fucked, his sandy hair stuck to his forehead cuz of the sweat (Northerners just can't handle our heat. Puh), and he looked like he ate too much salt; all red, and splotchy. And-

Is that acne?? Christ-

Harper groaned and rolled his eyes, looking away then. Why was he even concerned about this? That kid was nothing compared to him, he knew it. Everyone in this town knew it- and you certainly knew it.

But that boy had one thing Harper did not.

He wasn't broke at all. He could look at Y/N and she could see how much he liked her; The admiration and the gooey-ness. Harper had lost that, a long time ago. He'd been here rotting away long before she came into his life, and she did make it - bein stuck here, - a million times better, but he could never love her so effortlessly like that. When he looked at her she just saw a broken old man. Well- on the inside, at least.

And he could tell that Y/N was eating it up. Gettin' looked at like that.

That boy was grinning like a goofy little fool, asking her questions just to keep her there, lookin nervous even.

Harper hated it with every fibre of his being. Y/N was his.

He wanted to go over there and make that fact crystal fucken clear. Walk on over to her and give that kid a glare that'd make his grandkids puke, then plant a kiss on her that'd be obscene a hundred years ago. He'd tell her sorry honey, I just couldn't resist.

But he didn't. Instead he was sat here, a pathetic old man glued to a porch and looking sulky over it. Jesus christ.

Just as Harper was about to get up and leave - he'd apologise to Buckman later. But right now he could not care about killin no yanks, - , a pair of boots land on the porch right by one of his hands. He doesn't flinch, he knows who it is.

He rolls his eyes, instead.

"'T's odd to see you in the back over here, Harper- what the hell are you doin'?"

Glancing up, Harper sees Buckman rub his jaw, looking thoughtful before looking down back at him. Harper glares and doesn't look away. "Relaxin'."

"Oh?" Buckman's eyes widen, fake-concerned. "Then why doya look like someone took a shit on your pillow just now?" He waives a hand in front of his face and scowls, 'smelling something'.

"Thats just my face, sir." Harper responds, contrary.

"... Son," Buckman sighs now, giving up pretences because he knows that Harper is stubborn as a mule- and he does not have the energy to break him tight this second. He's a very busy man; Theirs people ta eat. "I'm askin' you nicely. Go out there and deal with that whore in the purple. Please."

"Not today."

"Wh- " Buckman is not used to being refused.

"No thanks."

"'No thanks'- "

"Uh uh."

"Alright- "Looks like he is going to have to break the little shit. First things first, what's wrong with him? Taking a look around, Buckman tries to figure it out. "Why're- ... Oh."

Harper's gaze had returned to Y/N, lookin' especially pretty today and chattin' up some Yankee boy, and Buckman could feel the soul leaving his body again. The problem was pretty self explanatory Jesus christ. What- He- This is non problem!! Has Harper seen that kid?? He- He's got velcro on his shoes- Ughhhhhhh. "... Harper. Are you, perhaps, a little jeal- "

"Sir, I swear to God, if you suggest it- "

"Fine fine!" Buckman quickly raises his hands in surrender, seeing the other man get so snippy so quickly. "... But- "

"No."

"I think you- "

"I don't."

"Harper!- "

"Sir!- Ow!"

After smacking Harper on the back of the head, Buckman huffs. "Sorry, but it had to be done. Sheesh... Look, if you ask me... -ah," Harper opens his mouth then, probably to remind the mayor that he didn't, but turns away in defeat when Buckman raises his hand again; Warning him. "I know you didn't you little bastard, but if you did... I'd tell ya to drop it while it's hot. You're being a moron and it's not attractive."

"... you know sir, that makes a lot of sense. I feel a lot better, thanks."

"Great, now go and- "

"Not."

... One of these days, Buckman is going to find a way to kill everyone here and live the rest of his hell-like eternity in peace and its going to be so lovely- "I swear to- You know what? Fine. Here we go- "

Before Harper can even turn to see what in the world Buckman means by that, he's being yanked up and shoved down the stairs. "Hey!- "

"Get out there and don't make me say it again. Go seduce the little yankee bitch or go claim Y/N- I don't care. But keep your behind off that porch. If I see you sitting again I will find a way to kick your flat ass. Jesus christ almighty... gimmie strength... " With this, Buckman strides past Harper and approaches Boone and the rest of that group. Harper watches him spare Y/N and that doting yankee boy an exasperated glance, rolling his remaining eye, before excusing his wife and going to plant he 'festivities' with her.

Peaches goes off next, catching sight of better prey, and that leaves Y/N alone with that dopey looking fool hanging off her every word.

Harper watches them for another moment, seeing Y/N get her arm touched, and decides he really needs to go over there.

Because- no. That is too far. That's enough. Time to ruin that little yanks whole fucken day.

(I hope you like the little Harper drabble!! XDD And, side note- Buckman is so much more fun to write when he is not the love interest?? XDD Might have to write more Harper and Boone stuff just so I can write platonic, aide character Buckman XDDD )

BRO I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS!!!

I'm so happy and flattered that I inspired you for one! And how you wrote Haroer being a jelous bitch and Buckman being a tired old man is spot on! And Y/N with the Yankee boy!! This boy sounds so sweet 🥹🥹🥹🥹

I want a whole multi chapter fic of this, you have no idea. Thank you for sharing with me!!!

[matenrou-fan]

Hope I can make it in time, but could I request Hifumi with a fem! S/O who is seen as cold and stoic, but she is just super shy and insecure, thinking that everyone dislikes her?

Hifumi with cold and stoic fem! s/o who's actually shy and insecure

femreader, hurt/comfort, slight angst;;

-Ah..! It takes some time for Hifumi to approach you, actually.

-Not only due to his phobia of women, he can just wear his jacket, after all.. but also this coldness and sharp gazes of yours. He gets used to more loving and cute girls around him..!

-Well, but that's why he's a gigolo, cause he can charm any kitten, can't he? So sooner or later he will get closer to you too.

-"Why so cold, my dear princess? Something is bothering you?" - his casual bright small charming everyone around, yet he's looking at you, softly taking your hand. - "..I do hope that my passion today will melt your stoic heart, dear.."

-Over the time Hifumi even starts to appreciate this stony and dour behavior of yours, talking with you more and more. You can look at him with such a cold gaze and unemotional face as much as you want, nothing can stop this man when he's in his host mode.

-Cause sometimes he also wishes he would have such a backbone, with the steel that your soul has.. And he really wants to know your secret.

-"Kitten, you're so cruel to me, burning my heart with aching passion yet not giving me even a slight warm emotion.." - Hifumi sighs dramatically, but suddenly through his glamorous smile and sparky eyes you notice some deep sad thoughtfulness. - "..In the same way as I convey my love to you through my sincere touches, I really wish to receive this steadfastness from you.."

-But you never open to him the mystery of your cold heart, and soonly gigolo would notice more small details about you..

-The way panic and shyness flash in your eyes when you think no one looks at you, the way you quickly change your face when somebody actually approaches you, all emotions fade away and you're standing here, again with this sharp gaze. And how you always fiddled with your fingers when you get in a big crowd..

-Hifumi is such a goofy man when he's taking off his working suit, yet even in his real silly behavior he does understand there's something more, wondering about your real personality late at night. Memories of your stern face give him chills yet he can't stop thinking about you..

-So one day, when you two meet again in his workplace, he would notice that you're hiding your anxiety worse than usual.. Well, maybe because today the whole host club was filled with guests, such a busy night even for the most popular host in Japan..!

-But other kittens are not pique his interest now, as Hifumi finds his way to you, to help you go to a more quiet place, on a fresh yet calm street of Shinjuku.

-"Is everything okay? You're trembling a little.. Is this fresh night too cold even for you, my ice queen?.." - he chuckled, yet then noticed small drops of tears running on your cheeks and immediately got closer.

-There's nothing that stays buried forever.. And no matter how hard you try to overcome your shyness and anxiety, your insecurities keep tickling your soul, making it hard to hide your real emotions.. So here you are, crying to a man in front of whom you would like to never do it. To never show it.

-"That's okay, darling.. Please, be honest with me, show me the real, real side of my precious s/o..!" - Hifumi gently touches your shoulders, leaning you to his chest and patting your head. - "Here, my princess, do you feel how my heart beats when I'm with you? When I hold you so close to my soul, please, reveal to me your one too.."

-Of course you would tell him everything. About all your insecurities. Despite something still bugging you, some dark thoughts that keep whispering in your ears that he's not interested, that he's treating all women the same way here, you can't help but vent to him, too tired from hiding your true, sensitive self.

-And for Hifumi.. it's a big blow to him. The person who's he trying to look up to, the girl who's amazes him with her stoic figure.. Was actually so shy and insecure, so weak and fragile.. But isn't it just makes you two more closer? More understanding to each other?

-"S/o.. My dear, my mysterious princess..! There's nothing wrong with you and your shyness." - he makes you look up at him, smiling softly and warm. - "Everyone has their weakness here, and I will show you mine too."

-As you show him your true nature, of course Hifumi wants to show his real side too, stepping away and throwing off his jacket. It shocks you how quickly his face gets pale and scared when he looks at you again.

-"I.. i.. I actually have my own flaws too.." - is it actually his voice? So weak and high pitched, and his breath trembling suddenly. - "I'm actually too afraid to face girls with my real personality, with real me.."

-Hifumi never planned to show you this, in the beginning. He just treats you like another customer here, another kitten, just not that sweet and friendly like other his girls. Then he was thinking to tell about his problem just to get advice from such an emotionless stoic person, and now.. now he's actually revealing his true self because he's touched, touched with your personality and the way you get so deep into his heart.

-"I'm also trying to hide it, to face it.." - he points to his jacket, then sighs, getting closer to you with shaky legs. - "B-but don't you think it makes us two stronger? If we have enough power to at least control our emotions a little, then it means we do have something inside us..?"

-It's so hard for him to be honest, yet Hifumi really wants you to realize there's nothing wrong in being shy. A real strong person will always admit his weakness, and as you two confess it to each other, the bond between you gets stronger.

-"Now, s/o.. A~ah, it's so hard to take your hand now, uh uh!" - whether whining or giggling escaped his lips as he touched your fingers with his sweaty hand. - "Now.. I want to get healed! And I do want to heal you. So w-what do you think if we would start helping each other?"

[double-deep-fried-soup]

Day 300 of random Mark images

[theoncomingdoo-dah]

Episode 1.5 World War 3

just suffered through Deadname of The Doctor with my partner so I'm treating myself with some GOOD nuwho

terrible effects? yes. terrible writing? absolutely fucking NOT

God the old intro is so good. I mean the series 7 one is alright but I miss the old one

I MISS NINE SO MUCH he's so sassy and goofy

"That's never gonna work, is it?" "No." *dashes off* Iconic.

Nine always looks so giddy when he's got guns pointed at him. Its too much.

"...don't stand them against the lift!" 😄

Sir if you don't stop smiling like that I'm kissing you on the mouth

oh god the elevator exchange is so awkward xD

Nine coming in clutch with a fucking fire extinguisher (not a gun!)

Also introductions between him and Harriet. Very polite!

And it just keeps getting better! They like each other. ^^

The banter between Harriet, Rose and Nine is amazing.

Nine going from cocky to "Ah." Will get me everytime. Kin.

The fart jokes. Who's idea was it. I need to know.

I really like the exchanges between Mickey and Jackie. It comes off very organic, and like they've known each other for awhile.

The thing that the Doctor sometimes does with names and the dead. Asking peoples names. Giving them honor in someway. I miss that.

IM NOT TALKING ABOUT THE DOCTORS NAME. FUCK THAT.

Rose joking about the compression field and Harriet calling her out on it is a small moment but an important one. Rose has become accustomed to death, enough that it doesn't bother her as much.

"You're a very violent young woman."

NINE GIVING ACTUAL COMPLIMENTS TO HARRIET. ITS SO GOOD

"Is she alright though? Don't put her on, just tell me." Oh god that is ME WITH MY MOM.

Rose's smile when Nine has to ask Mickey The Idiot for help. 🙂

"Mickey you were born in the dark." SIR CHILL

I noticed in the whole "is my daughter safe?" exchange, Rose isn't really given the ability to voice how she feels. Her mom talks over her, even when she says that she fine. Maybe it's because she's young, I don't know.

"ITS THE SLICKEEN" JACKIE I LOVE YOU

I love the "narrows it down" scene.

RAXACORICOFALLAPATORIUS!

"You kiss this man?" STOP IT

Nine gagging at the taste of the alcohol is such a small moment but I adore it

I find it interesting that the Slitheen actually care about each other. Maybe because they're mentally connected?

Nine is fucking pissed.

Nines face when Rose tells him "Do it." Before he's even explained the plan. Like 'you trust me that much?' Breaks my heart, honest.

"I could save the world but lose you." DONT TOUCH ME.

I love how it was Rose's idea to hide in the cupboard!

"I'm not infatuated!" Okay Rose. 😏

Jackie inviting the Doctor for dinner and him declining. Awe. Won't be that way for too long.

"My mother's cooking." "Good. Put her on a slow heat and let her simmer." PLEASE.

Oh he's trying so hard to be suave and cool. Like "pssh, you don't have to come if you don't want. I'll just have cool adventures without you." But it's more like "Please come. Please. 🥺"

I feel sorry for Jackie. She can't do anything to stop her daughter, her only daughter, from leaving. No matter how badly she wants her to stay.

"There's a scientific explanation for that. YOURE THICK."

NINE ACTUALLY OFFERING TO TAKE MICKEY WITH THEM BECAUSE HE CARES. 🥺🥺🥺

"You're stuck with me. Ahaa."

the fact that Jackie actually counts the 10 seconds...my heart...

Conclusion:

This two parter is still amazing. And the way it actually deals with the consequences of Rose leaving her old life behind is great.

[practically-an-x-man]

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

<3

Thank you so much!!

Fruit Emoji Ask Game for Fic Writers

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

Oooh man, I do make a lot of cheeky references XD I really love dropping little jokes to an actor's other roles, not enough to really break the fourth wall but just to nudge it a little (so anyone who's familiar with both roles will get it, but it doesn't smack you in the face if you're not familiar)

I think this was one of my favorites, in my AHS Coven fic Heartstrings. The context is that Jasper (my OC) realized they never picked a middle name when they changed their name, and Kyle (canon character) is teasing them with goofy names:

“Django!” he blurted, out of the blue, “You should be Django!” Jasper blinked, abruptly pulled from their thoughts. “I am not naming myself Django. That’s even worse than Hieronymus.” “Aw, c’mon…” His amusement, pure and simple, bubbled in their chest. It was a delightful feeling. Jasper bit their lip. “Nightingale. Jasper Nightingale.”

Now, the joke is subtle and super nerdy, but here it is: Kyle is played by Evan Peters, who also played Quicksilver in the X-Men movies. Quicksilver's canon middle name, according to the comics, is Django.

I make a lot of X-Men references when I write Desert Song, too - it's just a gold mine and I love it XD

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

Hm... I definitely overuse the em-dash and parentheses for making compound sentences (the ADHD urge to include secret extra thoughts in everything I write), but I think I've whittled it down enough to where it's more of my author's style than it is an issue with my writing.

Aside from that, I know I go through phases where I use the same word, phrase, or bit of symbolism across multiple different WIPs, but I usually manage to catch that before it gets posted.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Oh man, that's a tough one! I don't usually think of my writing through the lens of tropes or tags, I just write what I want to write and worry about categorizing it later, so it's tough.

That being said, I go so incredibly feral for a good hurt/comfort fic, no matter the form. Tending to a character's wounds? Hell yeah. Emotional hurt/comfort? Beautiful. Sickfics? Love them. You really can't go wrong with a good hurt/comfort fic.

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer: Adam-! Come with me, we can hide away somewhere- wait for them to leave!

Adam: babe, you don't understand, hunters don't fucking stop, they'll never stop hunting.

Adam grabbed Lucifers arm and started to drag him through the large lounge, Lucifer couldn't help but look around, this is where they first met. His memory was quickly interrupted as Adam picked up speed, the knocking and yelling getting louder. Adam pulled open a door, wish led outside.

Before lucifer could think of begging Adam into coming with him, he heard him scream- a very manly scream- and blood. Adam stumbled back, the arm that grabbed Lucifers went to Adams shoulder.

Lucifer backed away from Adam and the door- what the hell just happened-?

Lucifer looked towards the door and saw a tall, younger man, with red tinted glasses. He had a sick looking smile- who the fuck-?

Alastor: well, hello gentleman~

Alastor flipped his dagger around, so now it faced behind him.

Alastor: sorry for the intrusion Adam, but I didn't know you had guests-! Not only do you have some lovely ladies at the door, but you have a news reporter here! Doing a piece of how to be an arrogant cock-head, are you sir?

Adam: Alastor- get the fuck out-! I have enough to deal with- I don't need your goofy ass, as well!

Lucifer looked between them, why did this man have a knife? Why did he hurt Adam? He could hear the hunters start to break down the door.

Lucifer: a-adam please-

Lucifer started walking towards him but was stopped as Alastor pointed his knife towards him.

Alastor: uh uh, old chap, you stay right there, right where I can see you~. Adam and I have some unfinished business, and judging by the commotion at the front door, we don't have much time-

Adam couldn't believe how much this hurt, he's been stabbed before but this was different. Fucking Alastor, he had to pull his shit tonight- he had to get Lucifer out of here.

Adam: A-Alastor, man, please- just- let Lucifer go- let him leave-!

Alastor: hmm, that's a good idea~. But we had a deal Adam, and you're yet to complete your side of it!

Adam: fuck... look- I'll do it- just let him leave first

Alastor: I've given you many chances Adam- I even gave you my address but you never came to visit~.

Adam growled at Alastor, fucking bastard. He'd been meaning to go see him- he just didn't want to.

Lucifer: Adam- what's happening- you is this person?!

Alastor: Alastor Lebeau, a pleasure! And you're Lucifer, if I heard right? Interesting name~

Lucifer: thanks. Now, leave Adam alone or I'll-

Alastor: HA! You have no say here, the adults are talking! And if Adam doesn't hurry up and TALK, that little mixture I made will start feeling very unpleasant~

Adam: what mixture-? AHG-!

Lucifer watched as Adam fell to the ground- shit! He started to run over to him but was stopped by the tip of Alastors knife pressing against his neck.

Alastor: hurts doesn't, my dear Adam? You might recognize the sting- holy water. I heard you vampires hate the stuff~.

Adam: f-fuck- what do you want Alastor-

Alastor: you know what I want, Adam. You know very well, what. I. Want.

Adam: y-you can't be serious- I've never turned anyone before Alastor. Even though you're a complete asshole, I don't want to kill you!

Alastor: it's not about what you want- it's about honoring our deal! I bring you fresh bodies and you turn me!

Lucifer: ... fresh bodies?

Alastor: ah yes~. Maybe you've heard of me? The bayou butcher- at your service~ or at least I will be, once I deal with this little bat~.

Adam scoffed, Alastor hadn't called him that in years, not since he was in his late teens, at this moment he regretted saving Alastor from that hunter when he was a child. He should have let the fucjer shoot him.

Adam: y-you stopped bringing the bodies to me- I have to find your damn left overs- in the fucking swamp!

Alastor: I stopped because you weren't delivering on your end! And it's a bayou! Not a swamp! And damn it, Adam! I don't make deals lightly- as soon as I knew what you were- I didn't tell anyone! I haven't! But... I see we have a change in circumstances~

Luicfer was too absorbed in Adams bleeding form that he didn't see Alastor making a bee line for him. The next thing he knew, he felt Alastor pressing into his back, which a knife at his neck. His neck was going to be scared to hell, if he ever makes it out alive.

Adam: Alastor-! Don't! Please!

Alastor: give me what I want Adam! Right now! Or little Luci gets a new hole to breve out of!

Lucifer: A-Adam!

Lucifer glaced towards a front door, that hunter was making good work of it, she was nearly able to get her whole spear through. But that was good, they still had time.

Adam: fine! Okay- shit! Just let him go- and I'll turn you...

Alastor: about time~. But don't get any funny ideas you two, or you won't like what comes next!

Lucifer watched as Alastor walked over to Adam, and crotched down infront of him, knife digging into his chest but not hard enough to leave a mark. Lucifer could see how much turmoil Adam was in, between this fucking guy- who hasn't stopped smiling! And those crazy bitches at the door- he knew he had to do something.

Adam could handle Alastor, and while they were distracted, he'd go deal with the hunters- somehow. He'll think of something.

Adam didn't see Lucifer run off,m but he heard him, he sighed in relief knowing he was getting away from this shit show. He's never turned someone before, and even though he didn't care is Alastor died, he wasn't looking forward to drinking from him. He knew the type of shit this crazy fuck eats.

He cupped Alastors jaw, trying to be as sensual as possible, that's just his way- even though he hates this freak, he wasn't going to be rough. As he bit Alastors neck, he heard him groan. He couldn't help but think back to that night with Lucifer, he's never lost control when drinking before. Even know he was fully aware- of how rotten Alastor tasted.

He could feel him getting weak, so Adam used his other hand to cup his back, and lower him to the floor. He could feel his heart getting weaker. He's only using his own turning experience to guide him. When he was 23, all those tears ago. His heart slowing almost to a stop ,before he felt blood drip into his mouth, his mother's wrist above his mouth.

Alastor: w-what are you-...

Adam: You're weak, you can't stand on your own, don't worry, I've got you Al.

Alastor could feel his eyes drifting shut but he wouldn't let them, he needed to see this, to make sure Adam keeps his word.

He watched as Adam bit his wrist. This was it. Finally, he felt warm blood drip into his mouth. It was the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. And he's tasted the blood from here all the way to the other side of the country. Nothing has ever tasted like Adam before.

Adam: i-i fucking hate you Al- but I can't help but love you. You were like son to me, you know- I'm sorry I didn't keep my end, I was just scared. I thought if I kept away, you'd stop murdering, and focus on something else- maybe putting your full time into that radio show

Alastor: m-my... show? You... listened Adam?

Adam: of course I did! Even though you hate my taste in music, you'd always play a few songs at night, you always thought of me. Even after I stopped seeing you... you have no idea what that means to me

Alastor: I-I thought... I did something wrong-

Adam: well yeah, you're kind of a murderer...

Alastor: o-only t- the bad... ones

Adam smiled, he held the man as he got weaker, he'd have to die before being reborn as a vampire. He may not like Alastor but he wasn't going to leave him. He looked at the front door. Fuck, one of the hunters was reaching her arm in, thankfully she couldn't reach the handle. It won't be long- he's just happy Lucifer got out. That's all that mattered.

Adam: Only the bad ones, Al.

Adam looked back at Alastors face, he took his glasses off and placed them on the floor. He could already see his eyes changing to that deep red. But he could also tell that Alastor was dead. He sighed and moved him to the floor, and pushed him into the corner, hopefully away from the hunters vision. As unpleasant as the stab wound was, he could handle the pain, he stood and slowly started to head back towards the hunters.

Adam: I don't want to hurt you guys. Please leave... this is your final warning.

Vaggie: spare me the chatter, parasite! Open this damn door- now! And I'll make your ending swift!

Adam: HA! yeah- no, that's not happening, bitch

Charlie: Adam please, let us at least talk to you-

Adam: talk!? You see what your partner is doing, right?! He even landed a hit o me! In my own fucking house! You have no adam-damn business here!

Vaggie: adam-damn? It's god damn, fucker!

Adam: I'm the only God here cunt! One look at my dick and you'd be on your knees worshipping me!

Vaggie: I'm a lesbian, fuck face!

Adam: hm- hot.

Vaggie: hot!? You're sick! I'll parade your head on my end of my spear for the people to see! I'll gut you! I'll skin you alive and make a fucking jacket out of you!

Charlie: Vaggie! Stop!

Adam: I like this think I'd make a great pair of pants-

Vaggie: shut the fuck up!

It was after a few more powerful hits from Vaggie, that actually managed to break the door off its hinges. Adam couldn't deny that he was impressed, bored but impressed.

Adam: about time bitch! Come on then! You fucking have me!

Vaggie held her spear high, about to charge, when a ripping noise came from Adam. Charlie and Vaggie stopped what they were doing and focused on him, Vaggie still ready to attack though.

They couldn't believe it as Adam began to transform, he tore his clothes off, his skin becoming white, almost luminescent, his teeth and claws grew longer. But the biggest change were the large, white bat-like wings that grew from his back.

He got into a defense pose, ready for whatever attack the hunters would through at him.

Vaggie and Charlie had never seen anything like this- no vampire has changed into anything other than a bloody mess. His eyes felt like they were burning a hole into them.

Adam: you have no idea how hungry this form makes me~

Lucifer: Adam...? What...?

Adam stopped his crazed look and turned to Luicfer- the fuck was he doing here?! He left- he ran!?

((Hi- so- I didn't realize you wrote something for this so I'm sorry that it took me so long!

You're probably wondering what the fuck happened to Adam- and I'm glad you asked! His form is based off Dracula's brides from the Hugh Jackman Van Helsing movie! When they're flying around of course. I tried hard to describe him looking like them- but it you need a visual definitely look them up! I love their designs, it's such a cool take on the vampire look. So yeah- that's all from me-

Sorry if I added way too much in this- I was just excited 💀

Okay-bye!))

Hiya! It's me! I've been sending you so many asks that I wouldn't be surprised if you gave me a restraining order!

I made an account so I can actually participate in some of your rp things- if that's okay with you of course.

I sent you the ideas for the succubus, deadpool x wolverine and bimbo!au's, I sent others but I'd need to go through my memory, which would take all night.

Anyway- I have a new au idea for you! I think you'll like this. It's basically a gothic vampire!au.

I'm going to attach screen shots because I've already written it out and for some reason Tumblr doesn't let you copy and paste (it's already 1am where I am and I don't want to have to write this out all again, so I'm really sorry if this'll be annoying for you 😭).

Continuation--

Adam: it's rude to stare, you know. How did a kid get in here?

Lucifer jumped at his voice: I-I'm not a kid!- I'm 30 years old!

Adam: really dude? What are you? 5"3?... you didn't get the long straw when it came to genes, huh? See what I did there?

Lucifer sighs as the man chuckles to himself.

Lucifer: uh... that's... not important- a-are you the owner?

Adam stares at Lucifer for a few seconds before taking a sip from his glass. Lucifer watches his every move, he feels like prey- are those fangs??

Adam: I guess you can say that.. my names Adam. Even though I think the asshole who broke into my house should introduce themselves first- but I'm in a good mood today!

Adam stands and pulls a chair infront of him.

Adam: Here man, have a seat, might as well make yourself comfortable.

The way Adam smiled and watched his every move made Luicfer shiver. He walked as calmy as he could to the chair infront of Adam. He sits, eyes never leaving Adams deep red ones.

Lucifer: I'm Lucifer- and I apologize for the breaking and entering. It's uh, not the best first impression.

Adam: wait- Lucifer? Like the Devil? That's sick. And I'm not one for first impressions, but you've certainly made an entrance, buddy.

Lucifer: Yeah, like the Devil, blame my father for that one-

Adam: I ain't judging man! I think it's cool, everyone has such boring names these days, it's nice to be surprised, nothing surprises me much anymore.

Adam runs his clawed hand through his hair, eyes never leaving Lucifers face. He notices as his eyes travel down to his chest, where his shirt has opened a bit more. Adam smirks, leaning forward, giving Lucifer a better view.

Adam: I would offer you a drink, but I think you want something else~

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That's all I have! I hope this seems interesting to you 😭

Feel free to continue it, I'll try and participate to! It would be my first time doing these rp type things, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit all over the place lol

Okay- bye!

Ahhh!! Thank you for all your amazing ideas friendo! This too is amazing 🤩

And yes of course you can participate in the rp blogs! What account is it?

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Lucifer felt a little called out, this man was so good looking he felt like he was trapped in a trance.

Lucifer: I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

Adam: Pfft it's fine, I get it. I know I'm hot shit and I don't mind you looking. In fact.

Adam leaned in closer until his hot breath ghosted over Lucifer's face.

Adam: I wouldn't mind you doing more than just looking.

He grinned at the way the blonde man's face turned bright red at the implication. Humans were always so easy to work up. And man this one was easy on the eyes as well.

It's been a while since Adam had a visitor. Even longer since he had a rendezvous.

[dunnswrld]

The "Enhancement" Pill

a/n: This isn't a request but this idea has been lingering in my mind so I thought why not write it!

prompt: The boys come up with stunt where they all take sex pills and see who caves first, unfortunately (and fortunately) Johnny has you..

warnings: SMUT! swearing, sex pills, fem!reader, sub Johnny kinda?!?

"Hi I'm Johnny Knoxville and this is the Enhancement Pill." Johnny sighed as he held the small pill in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. "Man do we really have to do this?" Dave asked with a pain looked on his face. "Yes just take them already." Jeff spoke annoyed. "Well the whole world is about to see my ding ding harder than a turnbuckle." Johnny said with a laugh, everyone else joining him.

The whole idea of the stunt was that five of the Jackass boys, which in this case was Johnny, Dave, Steve-o, Chris, and Bam would take sex enhancement pills and whoever was able to keep it together the longest would win the challenge. Though there was no prize, just bragging rights.

"Fuck it dude." Steve-o said as he quickly downed the pill, not even having to take it with water. At that point the rest of the guys didn't want to seem like pussies so they all downed their pill. "God this is going to fucking suck major ass." Bam said as he realized what he just did, rubbing his hands down his face.

"Who takes sex pills at 10am?" Chris said with a goofy smile, "Idiots like us do." Steve-o laughed.

It was only two hours later and the cameras were rolling as the five boys sat inside the office at a table in a circle. A blush spread across all their cheeks.

Bam laid with his head rested down, Steve-o laid back in his chair staring at the ceiling trying his hardest to shift his mind to something else, Chris sat stiff and still for the first time in the history of Jackass, Dave had his head in his hands every so often shifting his hips, and lastly Johnny sat with his hands covering the tent in his pants and his sunglasses covering his face.

"This sucks!" Bam said muffled into his arms, laughs being heard through out the room. "It isn't even enjoyable it just hurts." Chris said as he rubbed his hands down his face. "God I really hope my mom doesn't watch this movie." Johnny said as the camera panned over to him, trying his best to make light of his situation. His hands remanded over his boner trying his best to stay modest in this situation.

"Come on it can't be that bad." Jeff said with a cocky snicker, "Shut up Jeff!" The whole table said in union. "God I don't think I've ever been this turned on over nothing in my life." Dave said, audibly in pain. Jeff jokingly ran his hand down Dave's back which was quickly slapped away by Dave. "Dude I'm not even kidding do not touch me right now." He snapped. Chris couldn't help but chuckle.

"Shit I don't think I can sit here much longer." Steve-o laughed breathy as he began to tap his foot. "Same here." Bam said with his head down. "You two would be the first to cave." Ehren said behind the camera. Bam's head snapped up to look up at Ehren with a angry confused look. "What the fuck does that mean?"

Johnny was cancelling out the bickering of all the boys as he only had one focus which was you, his girlfriend. His pants seems to tighten more uncomfortably as he pictured you in that white lacy matching bra and underwear you wear that he loves, or when you whine into his mouth when you two kiss, and the noises you make when he is going down on you.

If Johnny kept thinking of you there was no way he would be able to last in this challenge.

"Whatcha thinking about Knoxville?" Wee-man chuckled, the focus of the cameras panning over to him once again. "I have no shame in saying my girlfriend." Johnny said with a smile that told the viewers what kind of thoughts he was thinking about you. "Good thing she's coming in today to bring lunch than right?" Wee-man laughed.

Johnny's face went pale as it set in that you were bringing in lunch for everyone today since it was Friday. "Ah fuck." Johnny said quietly. "What's the time?" Johnny turned and asked the crowd of people behind the cameras. "Almost 12:40." Someone said, Johnny groaned loudly as he realized you would be here at any moment.

You were the first and last person he wanted to see right now. Johnny put a hand on his face. "Tell her not to come in here with the food I can't see her right now-" "You don't want to see me Pj?" Johnny's head whipped to the familiar voice of you. He saw you holding four pizza boxes that were meant for lunch. "No that's not what I meant I-" "He took a sex pill and can't cave or he loses the challenge." Ryan said with a devilish smirk.

The room was silent until it was soon filled with your loud laughter. "Oh you're fucked." You said between laughs, Johnny's face a bright red. You reached over your boyfriend and set the four pizza boxes on the table. Johnny's hand went to your lower back by habit, rubbing up and down slowly. "Handsy?" You said poking his cheek lightly and walking away from the table. Johnny's hand staying on your lower back till you were too far away for him to touch.

Chris was the first to grab a pizza box and open it Steve-o reaching over to snag a piece from the box. Everyone soon began to grab slices of pizza, everyone but Johnny. He was too focused on you and how great you looked today even in just a Jackass t-shirt and jeans. He watched as you exited the room, most likely to go find paper plates for everyone to use. Johnny was quick to stand up and head to the door.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom." Johnny said to everyone, okays were heard through out the room really not caring where Johnny went since they all were focused on the pizza right now, the other four boys who took the pills finally not focused on nasty thoughts. But that was until Chris realized Johnny had a hard on just like him and the three other guys. "Hey wait is he going to jerk off?" Chris said with a mouth full of food. Bam began looking around the room for Yn. "More like fuck Yn." Bam chuckled. "Lucky asshole." Steve-o grumbled.

Johnny sped walked down the long hallway, his hands still covering the tent in his pants. He peaked into each room he past praying that you'd be in one that was empty and had a lock on the door. Johnny hit the door of the supply room where he saw you just like he expected looking for paper plates.

"Oh Johnny! Do you think you could grab the paper plates off the shelf for me? I can't reach them." You said to your taller boyfriend. Johnny walked into the supply room and shut the door behind him using the hand that wasn't covering the tent in his pants. You heard a small click from the lock on the door signaling that Johnny had locked it. "Uh Johnny?" You asked, furrowing your brows at him.

"Listen, doll, I am harder than a bolder right now and all I want is for it to go away- could you help me out, please?" You looked at your boyfriend, seeing your refection in his black sunglasses. "In here?" You said gritted through your teeth. "No one will hear I swear! They all are in the room way down the hall." Johnny said as he pointed in the direction of the room.

You stood there for a minute thinking of it, it's true that no one would hear unless they came down here. But even if they tried to get into this room the door was locked so there wouldn't be a way for them to see you and Johnny.

"Well are there cameras in here?" You asked quietly, "No there isn't, they took them out last week cause they were planning on getting new ones." Johnny quickly responded to you. You rubbed your lips together realizing that it was private and no one would really see you two. Plus you couldn't lie, Johnny begging for you like this was really getting you going.

"Ok but it has to be quick." A weight was lifted off Johnny's shoulders as he heard your words. "Oh you are the best." Johnny said as he walked over to you, crashing your lips together. Johnny wasted no time deepening the kiss quickly making it messy and needy. Johnny's hands running up and down every square inch of your body he could easy access.

Johnny began to push you both back till the back of your knees hit the back of the old table causing you to sit on the table. You wrapped your legs around Johnny, tossing your arms around his neck. Johnny pulled away from the kiss and began to undo his belt, "I'm sorry doll but I can't wait much longer." He chuckled softly. You began to unbutton your jeans as Johnny pulled his belt off of his pants and move onto the button on his pants.

You pulled your jeans down to your ankles and Johnny did the same. You looked down at his boxers to see his very visible boner. Then looking up at Johnny who had taken his sunglasses off and put them onto his head. A blush spread across his cheeks and his eyes hung low, he looked like he was craving something.

"You're so beautiful, so so beautiful." Johnny said as he pulled his boxers down, not breaking eye contact with you. Johnny's hard sprung up out of his boxers, his tip was leaking with pre-cum and was a angry red color. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt Johnny's hands pull down your underwear.

"This won't take long." Johnny breathlessly laugh. Johnny moved closer to you as you put your hands behind you on the table offering more support. He rubbed his cock slowly between your folds as he let out a whine, tilting his head backwards. Johnny then slowly entered into you, a groan coming from his lips as he looked down at the sight of you taking him in.

"Sh-shit." Johnny said as he dropped his head into your shoulder. You decided to take action and move your hips up and down groans coming from Johnny's lips as you did so. "Just like that- ah! You treat me so good doll." Your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you listened to Johnny's words, your face becoming hot.

Johnny began to move in and out of you at a steady pace, not to fast, not to slow. The sound of skin clapping and breathless moans quickly filled the room, the idea of being quiet was quickly thrown out the window.

"Feels so good Johnny." You said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Johnny didn't respond to you he only let out a moan as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.

"Oh god doll, I'm so close." You could tell he was close from his high pitched moans and whimpers. "Keep going Johnny don't stop."

"Oh god doll you feel so good- I'm gonna cum-" Johnny said, he began to babble about how good you felt and how much he loved you. Saying stuff like:

"I love the way you make me feel, I love it so much."

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Wanna make you feel good too doll."

Johnny's hips buckled, as he finally hit his high. Moans and whimpers coming from his lips as you began to move your hips onto his, trying to help him ride out his high as you hit your high; a high pitched moan coming from your throat as you did so.

Johnny and you both sat there for a minute panting as you both tried to get the energy to begin to clean up. "You're lucky I'm on birth control." Johnny laughed at your words. "I am very lucky."

Johnny picked his head up from your shoulder and slowly removed himself out of you. Johnny looked to the shelf to his left and grabbed several tissues from an open box. Johnny gently cleaned you up before he cleaned himself up, pulling his boxers and pants up along with putting his belt back on.

Johnny gave you a peck on your lips as he gently helped you off the table, he bent down to the floor and pulled up your underwear and jeans up for you. Even buttoning up your pants for you. Johnny gave you another kiss but this time on the cheek.

"I love you." He smiled, "I love you too, horny bastard." Johnny laughed as you both walked to the door. Johnny paused and reached back to the shelf grabbing the paper plates you had originally gone in the supply room for. You opened the door, the lock clicking open as you did so. You were expecting a empty hallway but when you opened the door you saw a group of people and camera pointing in your face.

"Oh god." You said as you covered your face from embarrassment. Johnny was behind you holding a stack of paper plates. "So what were you two doing?" Bam teased. "Grabbing paper plates." Johnny said with a cocky smirk that gave away what you two were really doing.

"You must think I'm stupid if I'm eating off a plate that you just touched after fucking!" Wee-man said earning a large laugh from the group of people, everyone but you.

"God this is so embarrassing... wait don't put this in the film! My mom is going to watch this!"

[high-dragon-bait]

Sorry for being a nuisance 🥰 I know you're probably getting waaaay to much of these (but you're doing such an awesome job with them 😍) and may be tired of fake banter...

but fake banter for Fenris and the Iron Bull, please? 🙏

And/Or

more banter for Fenris and Dorian, please, please, please? 🥺🥺🥺

Hello! I picked Bull and Fenris for this. It's pretty goofy since my last banter was so heavy. Also it requires a disclaimer:

Look. Sometimes. These don't go in the direction I expect. I lose control and have no choice but to write down whatever it is the blorbos want to say. I'm absolving myself of any and all responsibility here. Enjoy

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Fenris: Is there something you want, Qunari?

Iron Bull: You've got a reputation with the Vints. The things they say about the Blue Wraith... it's good to meet you.

(Third Party Member Dependant)

Dorian: Wait... Bull, are you a fan?

Blackwall: I think the man's in love!

Cole: He likes watching the blood drip to the grass. He feels warm when it matches the beat.

Solas: Tread carefully Iron Bull, our guest’s abilities can be unpredictable.

Cassandra: You are aware this is a friend of the Champion, yes?

Sera: Uh-oh. Watch out glowy-man!

Vivienne: Oh dear, I do believe the Wraith has added another heart to his collection.

Varric: Hate to tell you Tiny, but you've got loads of competition for that one.

Iron Bull: What? Not every day you meet a guy who can rip the beating heart out of a man’s chest with his bare hands. Getting to see it up close is nice.

Fenris: That's... a unique response.

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Iron Bull: Hey, Fenris?

Fenris: Yes, Qunari?

Iron Bull: Ben-Hassrath. Get it right.

Fenris: No.

Iron Bull: Uh- okay- You looking for work after this gig? Chargers could use a guy like you.

Fenris: You’d like me to join your mercenaries?

Iron Bull: We’d give you steady work. Good coin. Good drinks. The chance to stick your hands wherever you want.

Fenris: Tempting. I’m afraid I have my own uses for my talents.

Iron Bull: Oh yeah, I bet.

Fenris: What?

Iron Bull: What?

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Iron Bull: What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever ripped out of a guy?

Fenris: What answer are you expecting?

Iron Bull: A second heart? Some crazy blood crystal? Oh! A man eats his twin in the womb, never knows it, and then the last thing he sees is you rip it out of him!

Fenris: I once grabbed a man’s stomach by mistake. It was unpleasant.

Iron Bull: You're not as fun as I thought you’d be.

Fenris: I weep to hear it.

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Iron Bull: You stand taller every time we pass someone who looks noble.

Fenris: Are you about to accuse me of reflexive respect shown to those in power?

Iron Bull: Oh, I think it's reflexive. I don't think it's respect.

Fenris: What is it then?

Iron Bull: Respect would be standing so they feel important, careful you don't stare too long at the face. You look straight at them. Move your shoulders in a way that makes you look big. You let them know one step too close, and they won't get to make a step back.

Fenris: I see. Teth a, Qunari.

Iron Bull: That's all I do, Wraith.

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Iron Bull: Hate to say it boss, but all these demons might make you the worst contract we've ever had.

Fenris: I once faced a demon of pure magic and stone, lost in the pits of a forgotten dwarven thaig.

Iron Bull: Wait… really?

Fenris: We had been in the Deep Roads for a week. After being deliberately trapped and left to rot.

Iron Bull: I can’t tell if you’re joking.

Fenris: By the man who hired us.

Iron Bull: Ah, now I believe you. Shitty clients? Nothing’s impossible. 

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Iron Bull: (Groans)

Fenris: Sore?

Iron Bull: Anyone ever tell you you're heavier than you look?

Fenris: Yes. Stronger too.

Iron Bull: That part's not a problem

Inquisitor: Everything alright, Bull?

Iron Bull: Fine boss. We were just blowing off a little steam. Doing some sparring.

Inquisitor: What kind of sparring put you in this condition?

Iron Bull: My kind.

Fenris: Am I still less fun than you thought?

Iron Bull: Can't tell by just one session, Wraith.

Fenris: Then I'll have to see you tonight, Qunari.

Inquisitor: I... Please don't break anything.

Iron Bull: No promises, boss.