#i had kind of a shit day so sorry if it's off!

[joaquinwhorres]

Mr. Fix-It (preview)

You swept stray wisps of hair back into place, as you stared down into the drum of your washing machine. Your gaze drifted to the tupperware container in your hand and then back to the soapy water. 

It'd been fifteen minutes since you started bailing out water with the largest container you had, but the drum was still half-way full. At this pace, you'd be running between the machine and bathroom until three in the morning.  

"Motherfucker," you swore, throwing the tupperware at the washer. The hard plastic clanged loudly against the metal side before clattering to the ground. 

It wasn't as satisfying of a tantrum as you'd hoped. Not when this was the sixth time in four months that laundry day had turned into a complete disaster.

"Mother-fucking-piece-of shit!" You kicked at the machine between each word, drops of water flying off your rain boot as the echo of each hit reverberated through your apartment.

This outburst felt a little better. 

With a heavy sigh, your shoulders drooped and you stared back at your washer, the panel still completely dark. "Why won't you work?" you whined, bending down to embrace the appliance. "Just turn on please," you whispered into the drum. "I promise I'll be nice if you just turn back on this once. I'll never use you again. I'll go to a laundromat and you can retire if you want. I'll even let you stay here–"

There was a knock at your door.

You screwed your eyes shut, lightly banging your head against the washer. Of course. You gave yourself until the next knock to wallow in misery before straightening up and heading for the door. 

Naturally, as you moved towards the door, your foot slipped out for the second time today (despite the rainboots you'd put on to prevent it from happening again), and you slid across the floor, finding your footing for a second only to stumble forward as your body continued over your stopped foot, crashing right into the door. 

"Are you ok?" the person on the other side called through, and you exhaled through your nose all of the frustration and despair you felt in the moment, plastering on what had to be the most artificial smile you'd ever given.

"I'm fine!" you called back, undoing the locks to pull open the door.

There, standing before you, was an incredibly attractive man. 

Because of course there was when you were wearing soaked laundry day sweats tucked into your rainboots, your hair all over the place, cheeks flushed from running the length of the apartment between the washer and tub.

"Hey," his brow furrowed in concern as he took in each part of your frazzled presence. "I'm Joaquín--your downstairs neighbor. I heard some banging and just wanted to make sure everything was ok."

"I'm so sorry," you shook your head. "My washer's broken, so I've been trying to fix it, and I just got a little frustrated. I'll make sure to keep it down."

"No!" he said quickly, waving his hands in front of him. "No, I didn't mean--the noise is fine. I hardly ever hear you which is what made me think to come up. Your washer's broken?" He threw in the last question as if he'd just realized he was rambling and needed to find a way to stop himself. 

"Yeah, it won't turn on."

"And you texted Jim?"

You nodded. "He said his guy's on vacation til next Monday, so it'll be Monday or Tuesday at the soonest." As if you hadn't waited until you were completely out of clean underwear to do laundry and could make it five days. Mentally, you added Go to Target to your to-do list. 

Joaquin nodded, seeming to mull over the information. "Do you want me to take a look at it?"

You shook your head tiredly. "It's fine. I'm probably about to give it up. I just couldn't go down without a fight."

He grinned at this, and you had to admit, it made you feel the tiniest bit better. "You sure? Fixing machines is kind of my thing." A thought seemed to strike him as he looked a bit horrified for a second and added. "Then again, if you don't want to let a guy you just met into your apartment, I totally understand."

"I mean at this point I'm open to being murdered, so by all means," you stepped back from the door, gesturing for him to come in, and he did so, laughing. 

"Sorry, murdering isn't really my thing."

"And I was just starting to like you, Joaquin," you said, dryly, shutting the door behind him. 

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

doctor! doctor! ♡ seok matthew, lpn ♡ the nurseـــــــــﮩ٨ـ

⋆˙⟡ zb1 doctor smut series masterlist! all parts also linked here: nurse!matthew, doctor!jiwoong/med student!gunwook, allergist!taerae, radiology tech!gyuvin/cardiologist!ricky, anesthesiologist!hao/surgeon!hanbin

⋆˙⟡ wc: 1.5k (gonna try to keep these short, but we know me...)

⋆˙⟡ reader: gn afab (no pronouns used to refer to reader)

⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight medical professionals. a sudden illness that gets progressively worse. can reader survive the l-o-v-emergency?

⋆˙⟡ the nurse summary: the male nurse at your new doctor's office is a total asshole. but he's really hot. and so are you, after what was supposed to be a routine physical takes a couple unexpected turns.

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific warnings under the cut! angst. lighttt dub-con. matt is a total meanie. little less by the end. explicit mean comments about reader's weight but it's only because he's literally an asshole. smut is fairly light-ish, but we're just getting started so let's let it simmer for now.

⋆˙⟡ l-o-v-emergency scale: ★☆☆☆☆ (1)

GUYS HEY! I'M ALIVE! who's glad? not me. anyway, i've been working in a medical setting for over 2 months now and this series was birthed bc i couldn't stop thinking about how matthew would look in a good set of athletic (specifically magenta) scrubs. okay, hopefully i don't abandon this project!! ily. always. don't forget. <3

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EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: fingering/heavy petting (reader receiving), dub-con kind of sort of idk better safe than sorry, matt is very mean, inappropriate use of medical equipment (?), yeah i think that's good for now.

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it’s a regular monday morning. nothing out of the ordinary at all. though it’s a bit chilly outside, the sun is shining on this lovely february day.

you’re at the doctor’s office, sitting in the waiting room for your annual physical. your primary care physician had retired at the end of last year, so you’d scheduled your first appointment with a doctor at a completely new practice. they were so new, in fact, that they didn’t really have any google reviews yet except for one that just said: went above and beyond.

and they also accept your insurance, so there’s that.

though it’s late in the year for it, you’re also hoping to get a flu shot after about eight different strains of influenza ravaged your workplace this week. but you feel very healthy. you actually feel great.

usually you’re called in a bit faster for an appointment, but today it takes about ten minutes before the door to the medical entrance finally bursts open. it slams against the wall, startling both you and the elderly woman sitting a few seats away from you.

“ah, shit, sorry,” a voice mumbles and your eyes follow to put a face to it. standing in front of you is an incredibly attractive male nurse who squints at his clipboard. “uh… (y/n)?”

you stand up quickly, putting your phone in your coat pocket and walking up to the nurse. up close, you can see his name tag says: matthew.

“sick,” matthew says quietly, pointing down the hall to a scale. “we’re gonna head over there.”

you walk with him to the scale, jumping again when the door to the waiting room slams loudly.

“ah, shit. sorry,” he says again. you step on the scale, only to hear snickering next to you a moment later.

“uh… is something funny?” you ask with a frown.

“maybe take the coat off,” matthew suggests with a smirk. “we’re wanting a weight good for humans, not for whales.”

your eyes widen in shock. not really sure how to respond, you simply take your coat off and place it on the chair next to you. matthew leans over your shoulder, encroaching a little too liberally on your personal space bubble, and huffs confusedly.

“huh. i really thought that’d help more,” he says, jotting your (extremely normal) weight down onto his clipboard and shrugging. “anyway, we’re gonna be in room 3, on your left here.”

was he being purposefully rude or was he just painfully oblivious? a little more irritated than you had expected to be during this visit, you follow your nurse into the exam room and take a seat on the exam table.

“whoah, there,” he says with a laugh as he sits down on a stool beside the medical counter. “careful not to break the table after that weigh-in.”

you’re about to ask him what his problem is when matthew suddenly rolls up the already short sleeves on his magenta scrub top, revealing big, toned biceps underneath. goddamn, he was gorgeous.

but it didn’t give him a right to make comments about your body.

“wh—… why do you keep—…” you nervously start to confront him before he interrupts.

“just gonna get a reading on the pulse oximeter,” matthew announces, grabbing your hand from your lap and sticking the device on the tip of your index finger. “cool nails.”

“thanks,” you find yourself replying quietly. you don’t think you’ve ever met a nurse who lacked bedside manner this badly.

“i’ve been giving you a hard time, but you’re sorta hot actually,” he says, matter-of-factly as he snatches your hand again suddenly to check the oximeter. his bluntness and close proximity causes your heart to involuntarily race, and he bites his lip in a conceited grin as he reads the numbers on the device. “100 bpm… something getting you excited?”

you should stand up and walk out the door right now. report him to the reception desk. you figured there had to be some setbacks to a completely new, unreviewed practice, but this was beyond acceptable. no one should be allowed to behave so unprofessionally in a medical setting.

you look him directly in the eyes. about to rip him a new one.

but holy fuck, this absolute dickhead is hot. your brain starts to feel a bit foggy just looking at him.

“are you sure you’re feeling okay today?” matthew asks, removing the oximeter and placing it on the counter. he takes a thermometer out of the pocket of his scrub top and walks over to you— casually situating himself in the gap you’d left between your legs. “i’m gonna take your temperature just in case.”

he holds the thermometer in front of your forehead for a moment, the device buzzing when it has a reading. “hm. all good here. i’m just gonna check one more spot to make sure.”

before you can ask what that means, he moves the thermometer between your legs— pressing it over your clothed core. it buzzes against your clit and you’re unable to suppress a whimper in your shock.

matthew licks his top lip as he drinks in the sound, removing the thermometer and reading the temperature. he clicks his tongue sadly. “just what i thought. you’re burning up, baby.”

“this—… this is—….” you make one last (very weak) attempt to protest this nonsense. “i mean, you really shouldn’t be—…”

“shouldn’t be what?” he asks, fingers now taking the place of the thermometer on your clothed heat. as he massages you gently, you inhale sharply at how nice his touch feels. “doing my job? i’m just getting you ready for the doctor, baby. that’s all.”

you don’t have a clue as to what that’s supposed to mean. and you’re starting to forget why you care as he hooks his fingers around your waistband. reflexively, you lift your hips for him and he pulls down your pants— discarding them on the chair next to the exam table and leaving you in just your panties on the medical paper lining.

matthew pushes them aside with his thumb before prodding at your entrance with his middle finger. “just a small pinch,” he warns as he slips it inside.

you inhale sharply as the full length of his digit fills you. he smirks again, making use of his thumb against your clit as he starts to fuck you with his finger. you begin to whine as a steady pressure forms below your stomach.

“how’s that, hm? feel good?” you nod, growing more desperate for your release. matthew laughs as he pushes another finger inside of you. you can’t help but moan, hand finding its way to grip at the neck of his scrub top. “listen to that. doc’s gonna love you. you could still stand to lose a few pounds though, not gonna lie.”

you hate this guy. you must’ve had a psychotic break at some point between the waiting room and this exam table. but something’s come over you— something almost feverish— and the desire to complain just keeps getting smaller.

“please,” you beg emphatically, fingers of your free hand wrapping around the edge of the exam table as your climax threatens to spill over. “just shut the fuck up and make me cum.”

“fuck,” he breathes, the tips of his fingers curling up into the spongey spot in your upper wall with even more vigor. “okay. okay, yeah. just don’t tell the doctor i let you cum. got it?”

“y-yeah,” you agree half-heartedly— still unsure as to what the doctor has to do with this mean, hot nurse committing a crazy hr violation on you. but you just need release. so you humor him. “whatever.”

matthew presses his thumb hard against your clit and that’s all it takes— your orgasm washing over you as you feel your juices slip down your inner thighs. “fuck, that’s hot. makes me wish i got to finish ‘em off more often.”

more often? a post-climax clarity begins to set in as you wonder what on earth this guy is talking about. but that clarity only lasts a few moments before you start to shake with a chill you swear is bone-deep.

“get up, i’m gonna clean things up quick,” matthew orders casually, changing the paper liner on the table and throwing you some moist towelettes as you stagger off your perch. “clean yourself off good, ‘kay? i really don’t wanna get in trouble for—… hey, are you okay?”

your hands are shaking as you wipe your thighs and core clean of any traces, shivering beyond your control. matthew takes the towelettes from you, chucking them in the garbage. he tilts his head at you, concern suddenly palpable in his eyes.

"you—… you don’t look so good,” he says, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. when he pulls it away, you see the skin glisten. are you sweating? but it’s so cold. matthew pulls out his thermometer again, holding it between your eyes until it pulses. he pulls it back, eyes widening as he reads the temperature. “oh shit.”

"what?” you ask, rubbing your hands against your arms to try and generate some warmth. “what’s it say?”

"um. i—… i don’t know what’s going on,” he stammers, suddenly doe-eyed and nervous. it’s the most endearing he’s been thus far. something must be terribly wrong with you. “i think it’s probably just a fluke. maybe the thermometer’s broken. right? there’s no way it could be that high. you’d be dead. i’m—… i’m just gonna go get the doctor. he’ll know what to do! probably.”

“okay,” you reply. not much more you can say, especially with your teeth chattering.

"just, uh, sit back down and… um… rest, i guess. yeah, rest should help,” matthew says, quite clearly panicking. “and i’ll send the doctor in. and just, um, remember not to tell him what i let you do. please. i’d really appreciate that. if it comes up, ya know, just…”

“lie?” you suggest, plopping down onto the exam table as you continue to shiver furiously.

“yeah! exactly. you’ve got it,” he replies, rushing toward the door. “oh and the doctor has a med student interning with him today. is it okay to have him shadow your appointment?”

“sure,” you agree without hesitation. education is one of your core values, after all. even if you suddenly have a life-threatening fever to rival a volcano.

“awesome,” matthew says, throwing open the door. he glances back at you one last time, uneasiness written all over his pretty face. “hang in there.”

the door slams shut. really loudly.

“ah, shit. sorry.”

[invisible-lint]

Fixing Spring: Chapter 2

Tamlin x Reader

Summary: Tamlin works on his apology skills

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1k

Chapter 1

You lounge in the chair, sipping from your glass to hide your grimace. The physical work you and Tamlin had filled your days with has been easy compared to this. It turns out he is truly terrible at apologizing. 

"Tamlin. For the last time stop explaining yourself. An apology isn't supposed to be about you. It's about how what you did impacted the other person." 

"I really think the motivation behind the action is important. I-" he's cut off by the apple you throw at him, hitting him square in the chest. He's stopped growling at you when you throw things at him, but still glares.

"I'm sorry I threw that apple at you. I'm growing tired of hearing you say the word motivation. It almost certainly will happen again, because somehow despite having a small army of older brothers, you manage to be more annoying than all of them. Do you think that is an effective apology? Do you feel better?"

He crosses his arms, glowering at you, but there isn't much heat behind it. 

"I suppose I can see your point." 

You smile sweetly, settling back into your chair. "I thought you might. And don't forget that you decided to arm me with the bowl of apples." 

"You asked me to pass it over to you!" 

"I can always find a spray bottle instead."

"I'm not a poorly behaved dog!"

"I'm not sure you want me to comment on that." 

He does growl at you then, patience wearing thin.

You sigh, expression growing soft. 

"Tam, I'm hard on you because I know you're better than this. I know you are more than capable." You throw another apple, grinning when he catches it. "And like it or not, it's either help you get your shit together or hope the male I unfortunately call a father doesn't decide the Autumn court should be bigger. Which neither of us want."

"Because you like me or because you hate your father?" 

"A healthy mix of both. Now try it again. Lucien is going to be here at the end of the week. I'm sure you can have a passable apology by then." 

You watch Tamlin as he takes a bite out of the apple, leaning against the desk next to your chair. He opens his mouth, about to practice his apology again, but hesitates, mouth quirking down into a frown.

"What is it?" 

"I don't deserve anyone's forgiveness. I'll still apologize to Lucien, he deserves as much. But when... if he chooses to forgive me, it is more than I deserve." 

You take his free hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We've talked about the self loathing."

He shakes his head. "This isn't self loathing. I'm reflecting, like you said I should. I was so terrible to Lucien. And to you. I sent Feyre away, knowing the fate I was dooming us all to. And then afterwards... I was so focused on trying to protect her, trying to find a way to break the bargain, that I drove myself halfway to madness with the fear of losing her. And then I did anyway, not in spite of what I was trying to do, but because of it. I have done everything so wrong, and hurt the people I care about most. Including you. And there are no words I can say that will change it or fix what I have done. I am so sorry, but that doesn't feel like enough." 

"No," you agree. "But it's a start. We can't change the past, but we can learn from it and try to grow so we don't make the same mistakes again." 

Tamlin nods, carefully nudging your chin up with the back of his hand so that he can look into your eyes, sincerity shining in his eyes. The tenderness of the gesture has your breath catching in your throat. 

"I owe you an apology too. I promised refuge when you left your home. And I failed to provide it. I hurt you with the choices I made, and I didn't listen when you tried talking sense into me. I am so sorry.  I do not deserve the kindness or help you have given me, but am so incredibly grateful for it. There is nothing I can do that will truly make up for what I have done, for what a terrible friend I have been to you, but I will spend the rest of my life trying.”

You ignore the way your heart twists when he says friend, shoving it away to unpack later, a small smile forming on your lips.

“See, I knew you could do it. That was a pretty good apology.”

“I meant every word of it.”

“I know. And I accept your apology. Although I do think there's one more thing you should apologize to me for. I was so right about Ianthe.” 

He breathes out a small laugh, relieved that that's what it was. “You were right. I should have listened to you.” 

“Oh, that's even better than getting an apology. I don't think any of my brothers have told me I'm right, despite how often I am. Lucien may be your best friend, but I am your best advice friend.” 

He chuckles, ignoring the way his heart twists in his chest when you refer to yourself as his friend. Now is not the time to think about that, there's so much to do still, he’ll have time to think about it later. You're tugged up suddenly, pulled into a hug. You lean into the embrace, wrapping your arms around him, glad that he can't see the look of surprise splashed across your face from this angle. 

“I've never appreciated you enough. And I should have. What would I do without you?” 

“Probably wander Spring as a smelly beast for the rest of your life.”

He laughs fully, and the sound has you smiling into his shoulder. “It can't have been that bad.”

You pull your face away from his shoulder looking at him with mock sincerity. “Tamlin, that was the worst smell I have ever smelled. And I grew up with seven older brothers.” 

He laughs again, smiling at you fondly, an emotion you can't name in his eyes. You untangle yourself from his arms, taking a step back as you realize you'd do anything to have him keep looking at you that way. The thought startles you, and you realize something truly terrible; you're still in love with him. 

A/N: It's been a hot sec! I'm hoping to get back into posting more regularly, like 1 or 2 fics a week! I tagged people who requested to be tagged way back when I posted the first chapter, feel free to lmk if you no longer wish to be tagged in future parts!

@mirandasidefics @makershoe @lilah-asteria @rcarbo1

[agentdagonet]

Trying to get back into the swing of things outside of my one story I keep plucking away at, and I’ve had this saved in my ‘to be written’ folder for a long while so. Here we go.

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The thing about Soulmates was they were more heartbreak than they were worth. Eggsy never forgot his mum’s ‘I love you’ running down he cheekbone, the way it went from stark black to faded grey, the way he could barely see it now with how diligently she covered it with makeup. 

See you never knew who they were until you lost them, yeah? You could spend your lives together, or you could have one conversation on the street, and you’d never know until the next time you happened to look at your Mark. No special sensation, and no one could figure out why they happened in the first place. Most people thought they popped up when whoever was involved was emotionally ready for commitment- they didn’t seem tied to age or first meeting, one day they were simply there where they hadn’t been before.

The only thing they all had in common was loss. Lost opportunities, cemented in the greyed-out text on your skin. Some people only ever had one Soulmate, and others had several, and some had none at all- though a disproportionate amount of the people in the last category were happy to be on their own. Or to use people with no one in mind but themselves- see Dean.

Eggsy didn’t claim to understand it, but he couldn’t avoid it entirely despite that being one of his deepest desires. He wanted nothing more than to fall in love, have a family, get everyone he cared for to safety, and die of old age. The last bit would be a miracle at this point, having decided Kingsman was a fine place to keep a job, but the rest remained true. But even with all of that, he didn’t really want to meet his soulmate in the first place.

His Words weren’t as generic as some... but they weren’t kind, either. It meant that his soulmate, whoever it was, would leave him for the last time in anger.  They ran along the edge of his right foot, up and down the arch, in a place mostly disregarded. Ideal for a Kingsman, according to Merlin, not that he had any control over it.

‘I’m so sorry Harry, I’m gonna do e-’

‘You should be. You just stay right there. I’ll sort this mess out when I get back.’

I’ll sort this mess out when I get back

It felt like the world froze, the too-familiar Words bouncing around his skull like a good game of pong.

... sort this mess out...

And yet it felt like they were swimming through black treacle, thick and sticky and bittersweet.

... when I get back

No. Nononono-

‘Shit, fuck, Harry!’

Had Harry’s Words been Eggsy’s apology? Did he receive so many of those that this one hadn’t rung any bells?

Harry had made his way swiftly from the house, it seemed, as the Kingsman Cab he’d run off with was disappearing around the bend by the time he got to the door. Eggsy was alone with Mr. Pickle and the butterflies, cursing the small part of himself that had been hoping. 

Here he’d been imagining a future, unlikely as it was to come to fruition, and yet nothing had prepared him for this.

I just had the most heartbreaking idea for a soulmate!AU

what if they didn’t they don’t have the first words they say to each other written on their skin, but the last ones?

Imagine Harry saying that he’ll fix this mess after he comes back and Eggsy just freezes, because no, and then he says “Harry no!” but Harry is already out of hearing range, so he never hears the words that are written on his skin.

[witchy667]

TDLR- My first awakening with my wolf when I was about 9 years old.

(TW for mentions of intense Christianity and some swearing)

So I don’t know when exactly I started feeling so connected to wolves. I partially think that it’s because I’ve always been animalistic/wolfish. So there wasn’t much of a “separation” when I was young cause that’s just who I was if that makes sense. I never thought my behavior to be odd cause I just did it. I had a lack of self control with impulses and instincts as a child. That plus my wolf tendencies and natural chemical imbalance made me seem a bit concerning I guess. I started collecting stuff and making art for wolves starting at age 6. I actually taught myself how to draw because I loved wolves so much. Learned just so I could draw wolves. So by age 9, I had a good collection of wolf affiliated items. I kept them in my windowsill. Had a mask I made by hand, a tail, snowglobes, stuffed animals: you name it. Around the age of 8 to 9 I was also looking into witchcraft to figure out a spell to change me physically into a werewolf. I would memorize different spells so I didn’t even have to read it off the paper while under the moonlight of the full moon at 12 AM. So I could focus fully and send my energy. I tried this multiple times. Being a kid, not knowing that the Internet had history my dad and stepmom found out. They thought that I was possibly possessed and was worshiping the wolves as a false God or idol.

They first forced me so sit down and watch quite a few possessions along with exorcisms after they “found out”. After that semi traumatic experience they forced me to get rid of all of my wolf stuff. Legit sold everything then made me physically destroy and rip up my art. I remember vividly ripping up a mask I worked on for months that got me attention in an art show. I was bawling and so angry but I’d rather me destroy it than them. I still regret that to this day, but what choice did I have? After that my dad and step mom no longer allowed me to behave “wolfish”. No more walking on my tiptoes, no more wearing a tail, no more rough housing, no more running on all fours in any regard, no more wolf books, somehow I was blessed they didn’t take my forest privileges away completely. They deadass even took my door OFF its hinges. For like a year straight. 🥲🙏 So it’s started being a huge fight to be my full self. But I never gave up regardless of their restrictions.

(Now to the awakening, lol. Sorry it’s so long, context was just needed to understand fully this next part)

One day my dad and step mom when on an out of town trip for a few days. (I was 9 at this time) So they hired our baby sitter Jenna to watch us. She decided to take us to the zoo to do something fun. (This was in upstate NY so it was a big zoo with lots of people, NOT NYC though!! lol) We got to the zoo and walked around for a while, obviously I only cared about the wolves. But I think Jenna knew that so she wanted to look at the wolves last. We make it through a majority of the zoo and I see the wolf cage. I’m immediately excited, I noticed right away as we were approaching that there was hella people and kids around the cage howling to get the wolves attention and to come close. I also noticed the wolves on the side of their enclosure eating, I don’t remember what it was expect it being red meat. So I knew that the wolves didn’t care as they were being fed the one or two times they could be in the day. Lastly, I somehow knew in my soul; in my bones; that if I stepped up to the cage it wouldn’t matter. They would come.

Then the world kind of drowned out. I didn’t really comprehend or see all the humans around me or even notice/care about my babysitter or brother’s presence. It was like I moved without thinking and just did what my instincts told me without thinking about it as I do it. I walked up to the cage and tilted my head back and just howled with my whole being. I shit you not both wolves stop eating and came over and sat right in front of me and stared at me. I opened my eyes and see them and I almost started crying. I noticed all of the strangers staring at me in disbelief along with my brother and Jenna. I felt in that moment that I am a wolf and no matter what they take from me they can never take me from me. They can never take the wolf away because I am a wolf.

So when my parents came back from their trip and my babysitter told them about the experience, it was so validating because after everything that they tried to do to break the connection it still didn’t work. And it just helped me know that no one can take it away. And it was the biggest fuck you and the wolves are with me. And I’ll cherish that memory forever.

Sorry for the super long wall of text I just really wanted to express this here because I thought it could potentially be relatable in some aspects. Along with this is definitely a part of my wolf journey.

[the-lonelyshepherd]

also if youre still taking oc asks i would like to hear about emiliano and rafa. just everything about them their dynamic is so interesting to me

ALWAYS TAKING OC ASKS!!!

ok this is gonna be a reworked rant i wrote somewhere else -> the beginning part is explaining the setup of this plot version (that im 99% keeping) bc it’s important to rafa/emil

right!!! so so so the idea for the separation thing is to have like. sometime early on in the first threshold the og five (cat shay rafa emiliano sebas) get separated (there is kind of a scene for this but monster design is killing me so) . this leaves cat (probably injured atp) and shay together on one side with just the horses they were on, and rafa emiliano and sebas on the other with their horses + whatever other stock they had with them.

this puts cat (most untrusting bitch ever) in a situation w. shay (random ass lwk useless girl rafa invited along with them). alas she is also injured and has like . morals. so she won't (can't ) just leave her. she also has none of her family and tbh if she's thinking the worst like. they're dead. lols

shay is kind of like. well ok then. shay is shay😭😭

she is lost confused and still somehow like yay yippee (??? she’s stupid ??) bc really all girl wanted was to LEAVE her stupid ass house. she’s a weee bit frightened bc like. well the only person here is kind of angry at me a lot. and the one person i knew (for like. two days longer than the others Imao) is probably dead along with everyone else we were with and sorry what the fuck was that thing also .. so!!! but she will take this as an opportunity to get validation somehow trust

on the other side ok emiliano and sebas are kind of non characters to me in this moment. like they’re characters but they’re not at the point where they’re like PEOPLE to me and i’m working on that i just got distracted .

for emil - i changed him a lot recently still waiting to really GET him but um key points

type of guy to take engineering

Iwk pathetic sadman but like. smart

hes like rafas more consistent less flashy less charismatic friend

he does like. consider him and rafa to be friends. he doesnt like secretly hate him (well. well ok not really but later on its kind of. ill get there)

likes maps. hes like. a technical drawey guy. he fits w cat like he is kind of everything cat thinks she should want . sigh.

most important in this current situation is rafa

• because i like him the most. currently. 

thats ok thats not why but its like kiiind of why. bc that results in him being more developed (bc lets face it scs is far from finished i fear..) than the other guys in this situation. so!

rafa is like oh shit!! oh shit! be things just got a little. like real. or very real i guess. and ok - rafa is like. he isnt lazy really he isnt untalented hes just kind of. he started being seen as like the charismatic laid back guy and thats like. he was like ok thats what i am!! that is me. he is good at what he does but he rarely fully applies himself but its also like. partially out of fear that he wouldnt be enough if he really really really tried. so its like might as well be silly about it and still pretty good and not really. reach. um. but now hes in a situation where like they have all this shit to do and cat isnt here and its like ok he has his best friend and like. a child. and a bunch of horses/cows (still deciding what theyre moving in the beginning). what does he DO now.

he kind of tries to step up a little bit but tbh., even if he didnt WANT to (bc he genuinely cares about cat a lot and it upsets him how much she puts on herself) hes kind of painfully realizing now that he did still put a LOT on cat. like he did rely on her to be like get your ass up and move. idiot. and now she is not here and its like welllill. i should be kind of in charge but how.. and in that hesitation its emiliano who really kind of. shines. like ok map boy go off. go crazy. whatever. but he does kind of pull their ass through and get them organized and rafa is like. oh maybe i dhould appreciate him for like. his skills and not just like . #my friend who backs me up. but he is also a little like. quiet angry at himself mostly like .oh so i was right !! i really couldnt do it. hm.

feel the need 2 clarify here. rafa did like. he genuinely was like this is emiliano he is my best friend :)) we are best friends. :)) he didnt ever like brush him off or not pay full attention to be MEAN he was just kind of. rafa. like thats just him thats how he is esp when someone isn’t at like . the same energy level? and like ok maybe deep down he was like wow im kind of carrying emiliano. and now hes realizing like oh ..maybe i wasnt. maybe im the problem a little bit. and he is not having a great time about that. 

oh also !! before this (group getting separated) he was lwk beefing with emil about like. him kind of not caring as much about rafa as he did in favor of spending more time w cat. like hey youre supposed to be my best friend.

he kind of starts to reconcile with it and like. i will apreesh him more.... like yayy friends. but he does this in standard rafa way and it is just like. hey can you. we are in a Situation here. stop fucking around PLEASE. and before any type of meaning ful change in their dynamic can happen they run into kasias whole little situation and like. it all finally really dramatically flips here

rafa/emil/sebas have like. a bunch of animals and supplies with them so kasias group is like ok awesome. we dont really feel like killing some like. barely adults and a child (not everyone sucks awfulbad ok. or at least theyll give people a chance to be useful +they need meat. just realized how that sounds. not like cannibalisms well waitttt maybeeee i can use that hmm. ok note that ) anwyaysy !! they dont kill them or leave them so they are like hey. you can come w us if you give us your stuff and we will take care of you and such. and the three of them who have been like. experieing the horrors are like yeah ok. well. rafa is actually a little suspicious for fucking once but its msotly bc hes been angry in the head and not for any real reasons. but emil is like. ok we have no other options really sure. and then they do that!

when theyre w kasia it like. completely flips bc rafa is back to his like. he is trying to be Himself but nobody really appreciates that here. they like emiliano, who fucking mans up and does shit and learns. even sebas is like doing little things and rafa is kind of stewing in his upsetness a little bit. emil is getting more and more distant and getting more and more important jobs and rafa is like. he can Talk!! he is Fine. but he doesnt really appply himself enough!! like at the end of the day he doesnt be hes scared and hes angry and he feels like the person he thought actually relied on him actually did not. at all. and that maybe  this is the “real world" his parents would always tell him about and he guesses they were fucking right and nobody fucking needs him!! fucking whatevver. he will mope and be angry about this.

for emil its like. he watches he listens he

ADAPTS and people. they LIKE rafa. but they RESPECT emiliano. and emil is thriving on this respect hes like. holy shit this is what its like. like wow. hes not quiet like uncertain anymore hes quiet like hes calculating. hes looking at other people where he would have always looked at rafa. hes not backing rafa up, hes not like. laughing at his jokes as much., and he does kind of get busy and distance from rafa and rafa is like fine what fucking ever youre growing up and away i guess that just happens!! and hes kind of coming to terms with it in his like. own way but then. like we arent kids anymore i guess. but then!!

when cat and shay pull up after a while (in AWFUL form btw . giggles) its like. ok so emiliano didnt REALLY like. he wasnt changing as a person. he was just growing out of rafa. because why is it that as soon as cat is back he fucking clicks righttt back into place with HER? and its like oh. so she was the one you were waiting for ? after years of us? because what because you fucking LIKE her or whatever? since what . june of last year . like when we were eight you twisted your ankle when we were fucking around and jumping off of the barn roof and i carried you all the way back to my house but none of that matters now i guess .  

like atp rafa is like oh so you never needed me. like hes on it is not pretty for him he is so so happy cat is back but he also hates himself for how stupidly MAD about it he is. about this whole fucking situaiton he was always so like. confident!! he knew who he was even if it wasnt always the best he knew!! but like. did he. was reducing himself to that even worth it. lol.

and its at this point hes like. fuck it. and he starts to like reallyyyy lean into the group. show what he can really fucking do like. his competetive streak wakes up again but in like. fueled by him being very upset. nobody in this stupid ass story can live without validation. excet kasia i guess but whatever kasia has going on is far worse. but yeah that’s what kind of starts rafas whole like . big flip in character that will probably eventually be the reason he dies. a little . uh oh

[samovar225]

I present to you a new OC! Pokey the cat!

An anthropomorphic female cat, she wears fingerless gloves and has one fang sticking out of her mouth. Her bulky tail allows her to deliver powerful blows to her enemies and is her main weapon. Kind and sympathetic, but also quite hyperactive and hot-tempered, and when it comes to her friends, she definitely becomes a weapon for killing. No romantic interest. Starts conversations with everyone who doesn't attack her.

!CAUTION! Lots of text and not so well-developed drawings

Interactions!

Peppino

They both considered each other as enemies, although in fact they were "on the same side". Peppino crashed into Pokey, who was just resting on one of the levels, considering Peppino as an enemy. Pokey attacked him, and Peppino also considered Pokey as an enemy, in the battle they shouted different phrases, and at some point they realized that they were definitely not enemies to each other, mutually apologized and went on to fight together Back 2 Back

Gustavo and the Brick

They have lunch together. Pockey knows, they're cool guys.

Mr Stick

She's a little afraid of him, because she doesn't know that she have to... pay for boss fights? Ugh. She'll just find some loopholes.

Pepperman

Pepper was not really told who should attack the tower, so without thinking he attacked Pokey, who, however, Pokey beat his already red ass

The Vigilante

She was REALLY scared of having to attack someone with a gun, although she somehow managed to defeat Cheese Cowboy.

The Noise

In fact, Pokey didn't fight him, because she met Peppino before she managed to fight Noise, but he didn't try to harm her, so they had a pretty good conversation.

Noisette

Pokey stumbled upon her cafe and goes there after every battle and talks to the cafe owner.

Fake Peppino

She just thought that Peppino forgot their fight and conversation, and so she fought desperately with his copy as well, well.. Oh shit, here we go again

Pizzaface

He scares her, and she would also be glad to kick his ass for fooling her.

Pizzahead

Same thing, she's ready to scratch his whole stupid cheese face for lying.(Will be described below)

A little history:

Pokey was helping her fisherman uncle, who had forgotten his bait at home, when a large black hole appeared under her paws, into which she, of course, fell and ended up in the world of Pizza Tower.

Pokey woke up a couple of minutes later, but immediately realized that something was wrong, however... she was used to things happening to her... so she calmly looked around and tried to figure out where she was.

While Pokey was sitting and thinking, Pizzaface flew up to her and seriously scared her. He told Pokey that her best friend Guts was imprisoned in the tower and if she didn't find herself on top of the tower in 3 days, then Guts and they would remain in this world forever, after that she got into the Pizza Tower. (In fact, Guts wasn't there.)

Phew... I suffered over this post for 3 days and 3 nights! (almost, in fact 2 days and 2 nights, but no big deal.)

Sorry for any grammatical or punctuation errors if you found them and also for any possible unclear expressions, I apologize very much!

I would be very glad if you helped to promote it, and thank you, even if you just paid attention, know that I am very grateful to you!

Plus I want to add that I will soon open an ask for Pokey (as soon as I pay off all my debts)

[heisenbergs-magnetic-dick]

captain whiskers getting scritched on the butt is so funny because cats raise their butt For No Reason and when he turns back into wesker. Well.

that's it that's the rq 💓 wishing you out of your block!

butt scritches

wesker & reader

summary: you let a hungry stray into your house and he’s the snobbiest little shit ever

no use of y/n - gn!reader

a/n: this idea is extremely funny to me 😭🙏 especially since Wesker is such a serious character lmao. sorry this took so long I got sick in the middle of writing it and had absolutely zero energy for anything these last few days 😞 anyways THANK YOU 🫶🫶

At first, you didn’t think much of it. What appeared to be a stray cat kept showing up in your backyard, so why not give it something to eat before it went on its way? Only… what started as one can of tuna soon became two cans—then three cans, four, and so on.

At some point, this stray’s visits got so frequent that you started picking up some wet food along with your regular shopping. After all, too much human food couldn’t be healthy for the poor creature. Or so you thought until the cat smacked away the first can of cat food as soon as the scent hit his face.

His whiskers twitched and his ears folded back in a disgusted manner. This happened a couple of times until you decided to give in and let him dine with you every night at dinner. Of course, you didn’t want to sit outside each night and wait for him to finish eating… so you started bringing him inside. In hindsight, it might not have been one of your better ideas.

Lord only knows what kind of diseases the little fleabag was carrying. Did you care, though?

Of course not.

Besides! How could you deny that round, cuddly face and sharp blue eyes? A strangely unique shade, those eyes. They almost looked sort of human, but you tried not to look into it too much before you creeped yourself out too much.

…

It’s 5:30 again.

Your four-legged guest is more punctual than most people you know. He’s always right on time— and lets out the most irritated meows if you’re a minute late to let him in.

Treading over to your backdoor, you slide it open and the orange tabby struts into your home. He makes a B-line towards the dining room (where he sits across you every night).

“You’re really making a dent in my bank account,” you sigh as you watch the cat tear into half a pound of salmon right before your eyes. You could’ve sworn a fly drifted out of your wallet at the register earlier. Of course, the cat pays you no mind.

You forget he’s only here for the food.

“Hm… how many other people are you finessing like this?” you ask rhetorically. “You look too well-fed to not be eating three square meals a day,”

The cat pauses his eating, to your surprise, and he lets out a sharp meow as if he’s talking back. You nearly drop your fork. You already figured that this cat was a little different than most others.

For starters, he acts like a person. He even communicates as such—just like right now. Always meowing after you spoke to him, but you knew some cats were just talkative and liked meowing… but responding to your questions was a different thing, though.

Or maybe this is your Disney princess moment. Maybe you’re the chosen one and you’re actually some kind of animal whisperer. Next time you see another stray, you’ll talk to it and see if it responds to test your wild theory.

As you finish up your meal, so does the cat, signalling that it’s time to leave. You go to pick him up, but he leaps off the table gracefully before you even get close to him.

You follow him back to the sliding doors where he came from, and he meows at you with all the impatience in the world until he hears the lock click and the door opening. You try to pet him before he heads out, but he hisses at your fingers barely grazing the top of his fuzzy little head.

“Fine. Be that way, ya shit.” You say, slightly annoyed as the cat hurries out the door so he can spend the night out in fuck-knows-where. At least Raccoon City was stray friendly… for the most part. “Be safe, dude,”

You shut the door, with the thoughts of spending the rest of your evening glued to your couch and finish watching The Lost Boys. Except right before you’re able to grab a few snacks to indulge in— the meowing starts. It’s the stray, of course. Who else would it be at this hour?

A defeated sigh escapes your lips and turn on your heel muttering to yourself. “What, forget your wallet or something?” you jokingly ask as you approach the door again.

Oh.

It’s raining.

Well… you can’t just leave him out there, can you? And judging by the angered look the creature gives you as the rain continues to soak his fur—he wants to come back in. You let him in, and immediately he begins to shake like a maraca in an attempt to dry himself. Though, by the looks of it, he’s gonna need more than a simple shake to dry off.

“Hold on, wait here. I’ll get a warm towel to dry you, how’s that?” You ask. The cat looks up at you for a moment before planting his butt down on the doormat. “Good. I shouldn’t be long,”

Wandering through your house, you slip into the laundry room and pull a towel from your dryer (which is thankfully not empty since you had started the laundry earlier). It’s not too hot, so you deem it suitable enough for the cat. You head back to the little guy and see that he’s licking away at his fur to get the moisture out.

“Jesus, you couldn’t even wait a minute… come ‘ere.” You say, crouching in front of the cat and dropping the towel on him. With both hands you gently rub him down thoroughly through the towel, his fur becoming tousled and pointing in all directions.

Low meowing her heard from underneath the cloth so you stop, instead you do your best to wrap him up so he’s snug before picking him up and holding him tight to your chest as if he were a baby. But all cats are the cutest little babies to you. Angels sent down from above even with how prissy they got.

You carry him into the living room, deciding that he can warm up with you while you watch tv. Surprisingly, he hasn’t tried to escape your impromptu swaddle. He’s actually purring.

At least he’s comfortable, you think.

…

Almost an hour into your evening, the cat ends up falling asleep in your lap, purring quietly even in his sleep. It gets you thinking… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if you actually took him in— he’d be your cat instead of just a stray going from place-to-place.

It could be nice, anyway.

Half-asleep, you yawn and your hand absentmindedly finds its way to the cat’s tail end and you give him a few scratches. At the feeling of your fingertips combing through his fur and getting every itch, he raises his rear as he purrs some more, eyes slowly fluttering open as you continue to scratch him.

You hardly have time to process that such a stuck up, demanding cat is giving into your affection with your eyelids drooping shut. You should really head to bed soon… you don’t exactly want to spend the night on your couch, even with a kitty curled up on you. Alas, the events of your day catch up to you and you shut your eyes mid-scratch.

However, they shoot right back open as a roughly ten pound creature soon becomes two-hundred pound… man…? No… that can’t be right— the cat was just here! Immediately, you retract your hand.

You rub your eyes to make sure this isn’t just you being tired. Why else would a grown man be lying across your lap— back arched slightly and your hand rests on his lower back, with a towel resting on his head. The very same towel that was just holding a stray cat in its confines.

You’re completely speechless, mouth agape as you see this man slowly lift his head, relaxing his position on you. He seems to be unaware of the situation, disheveled hair and an almost dazed look on his face. It doesn’t take him long to sit up and notice that you’re there. It’s then that those bright blue eyes of his widen and his mouth falls open.

He says nothing, only backing up and getting off the couch in such speed that it could only be described as unreal.

Snapping out of your trance-like state you swallow thickly and finally, you find your voice again. “… what the fuck.”

a/n: as you can see I went a lil overboard and wrote too much but I’m lowkey back on my shit now so yayay.!.!.!!!! also I’m SO SORRY this is late 😞💔 I been sick so erm.. and I been playing re4r for the first time AND IT WAS SM FUNNNN I LOVED IT.

[knot-ee]

Megumi was frightened keeping Yuji at an arm's distance away with the truth would backfire like a faulty rifle but the truth was the truth. Yuji's heart was pure and filled with good intentions. It was a shame the whole world wasn't like that. If it was then the two of them could... No. Yuji was his friend at best. A childhood friend who entered his life.

And just because Megumi suddenly felt strong compulsions to touch and hold Yuji didn't mean it could ever develop into such. He didn't know where these feelings came from. Yuji was basically a stranger. Except he was just as kind, energetic, and loveable as he was as a small child. Even the way he ran down the stairs to meet Megumi reminded him of their childhood.

--- "Sorry I kept you waiting!" Megumi had been waiting for near an hour but for a boy it felt longer. Yes, he had looking for animals and bugs but he had been waiting for Yuji. He had worried that the boy had gotten sick of him or worse, maybe he was lost or hurt. They were meeting up in a new spot this time but there came Yuji running down the trail with a big smile and rosy cheeks. Megumi felt elated but it didn't show. He was stoic as usual but if anyone looked closely there was nothing cold about him. Yuji's face filled his eyes and filled his heart. He waited until his best friend was in front of him before he outstretched his hand. Megumi had found and caught a yellow and pink butterfly, and held it gently all the while waiting for Sunflower. He worried he killed the poor thing while waiting for his friend but when his little fingers pried apart, there sat the butterfly. It sat still just enough time for Yuji to see before it was off, fluttering around their faces, and taking off to the sky. No doubt it was happy to be free.

Sunflower was still a boy inside a man's body and... what a body it was. He had slept in those clothes but he still looked handsome. Megumi nodded and led Yuji to the dinning room even though they had supped there the night prior. It was only polite. Little did Yuji know that Megumi would wait a lifetime for him. Friend or no. Lover or no... His green eyes peeked over at Yuji before Satoru's loud voice boomed throughout the entire first level.

"And here's Megumi and oh, Yuji is here!" As if Satoru didn't know. There was a place set for Yuji at the table, but the white haired ranch owner looked at the merry boy up and down as if he was trying to asses something. Megumi's guts clenched tight and his cheeks nearly flushed with anxiety. He kept it cool or tried to anyway.

“ I insisted Yuji stay the night in the guest bedroom. I didn't want the new ranch hand breaking his skull after a night of drinking. ”

He sounded cold and callous. He HAD to in order to hide his anxiety. He gestured towards the seat Yuji would take before taking his own and he was little of a rush to gulp down some freshly squeezed orange juice. Satoru kept watching them both from behind his sunglasses but didn't press it. The ranch owner passed around a woven basket full of fresh baked biscuits; so fresh they were steaming. "Business savvy as ever, my little ward."

Megumi stopped buttering his biscuit to glare at his mentor and Satoru smiled back at him with that shit-eating grin expression. The man needed a swift kick to the shins, not that Megumi would be the one to do so.

“ Help yourself, Yuji, but you should get back to your quarters before it gets too late. Long day of work ahead of us. ”

Yuji couldn’t help but feel a little dazed at the sight of Megumi in the morning. His friend looked so… gorgeous. The warmth spread through his chest, seeping into his limbs, and leaving him feeling light and fuzzy. It hit him then—he had never felt this way about anyone except Megumi. Whatever this feeling was, it was impossible to ignore. Not that he wanted to ignore anything when it came to Megumi.

His brows furrowed slightly as he tilted his head in confusion at Megumi’s words.

“Why would they—”

Oh.

Realization struck, and with it came an unexpected pang of disappointment. Yuji sat up, putting some space between them. That’s right. It wasn’t normal for men to be that close, was it? It wasn’t normal to think his friend was breathtakingly beautiful, to crave his presence, to relish the warmth of his body pressed against his own. He told himself it was just comfort, just familiarity—but deep down, he knew better. Pushing those thoughts aside, he forced a bright, easygoing smile.

“Uh, alright! I’ll wash up quickly and meet you after?”

Truthfully, he wanted to bolt before Mr. Gojo caught sight of him. But that would be rude, wouldn’t it? So, he refrained from running off. When Megumi left, Yuji sighed, forcing himself to freshen up. He had no change of clothes, but he splashed cold water on his face and did his best to fix his hair. After a moment of hesitation, he stepped out of the washroom, scanning the area. Relief flooded him when he spotted Megumi waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Without thinking, he rushed down to meet him.

“Sorry if I kept you waiting.”

His bright eyes locked onto Megumi’s, searching for any hint of irritation—but there was none. Instead, Megumi simply stood there, patient as ever, ready to lead the way. Yuji tried not to dwell on last night, on the sheer embarrassment of getting drunk off a single drink. It was a miracle Megumi was still being kind to him, still treating him like a friend. And for that, Yuji was grateful he flashed Megumi a bright and happy smile.

[blushy-tigerrr]

vent in tags sorry

cw: mention of loss

[peachznscream]

genunely sometimes do not know how to cope with the world being so cold and bureacratic and people who withold care and essential rights to people over arbitrary rules and money and

[unproduciblesmackdown]

maybe bsol is that time jen tepper mentions when she was so upset about a review of a show of joe's that she broke a glass (&/or threw it out a window)

[chiosblog]

Told ya they (for some reason) made, back in 1998, a whole rollercoaster based on 'Blue Tornado' the film with Dirk in it because of course lmao

Pls the font is the fucking same (kinda), the plane is the fucking exact SAME ajdndnsksbs

oh my god what were they thinking?? (thank you so much whoever had this idea in 1998)

[orcelito]

Honestly tho it's the "I don't love you" and "every time I said it was just automatic impulse" that's got me the most messed up. Like u couldn't even let me down softly by saying it just wasn't working out? You had to essentially tell me the whole thing was a lie??? After I TOLD you I had trust issues and felt like everyone is just going to leave me in the end???

Way to make me feel unlovable lol

[phagodyke]

ykw actually I am angry + disappointed w them. I've been pushing how I feel aside and trying to make it my own fault so it's all contained but I think theyve just been mean. and they really should know me better ik I try to pretend I don't expect more from them so I feel less hurt when they do things that upset me but we've been friends for years by this point. like come on.

[johndonneswife]

still thinking abt this pani puri we had three days ago