#if anyone has these please do send ‘em over to this guy

[aegagrusscholarship]

hey, since you did the transcripts do you have the loading screen tips compiled anywhere or know anyone who does?

nnnnnno i don’t have the tips. will start compiling them though. good idea.

don’t really know anyone else doing this, unfortunately, but i’m kicking this into the maintag to see if anyone does

[superhoeva]

bouncer!logan spotting you at a halloween party he's working the door for. it's annoyingly cute how you fumble about when you find out that the there's a door fee and you have no cash.

he lets you squirm for a bit, enjoying the troubled expression on your face before the pinch of your eyebrows forces a sigh from him.

"okay look," the man starts, arms crossing as he motions for you to lean in. thinking for less than a second, you follow the direction, not catching the way logan drags a hard stare across you and your skimpy costume. "'m really not supposed to be doing anything like this. but one, i don't give a fuck. two, you're cute enough to break a few rules for."

with his jaw clenching at the way you can't hide your pleased grin, logan continues.

"gonna let you in for free, but you're gonna have'ta owe me a little somethin' in return."

an eager nod from you has logan biting his tongue. his hand reaches to rub at he growing hair of his beard, pretending to consider his options. finally, he speaks, purposefully lowering his voice so you have to shift even closer.

"use this pretty face and get me a couple'a free drinks? since you don't have any cash and all..."

"okay," you nod again, teeth grazing the corner of your bottom lip. "what do you have a taste for?"

logan's skin heats at your question, shoving the first answer that comes to the very back of his mind.

"nothing too sweet." he's got to save that craving for the possibility of tasting you. "just beer. nothing special."

you're a wizard. logan's certain of it after you bring him the fourth bottle of beer, this time with a glass of something for yourself.

"jesus," logan huffs. "you're wringing 'em dry in there, pretty."

you shrug at the man, slinking atop the stool he brought to keep his back from aching during his downtime. he can feel your eyes on him as he chugs down half the bottle, staring at the bobbing of his adam's apple as he drinks.

lowering the bottle, logan swallows and turns to you. your gaze flicks to the side of him, pretending like you weren't just oogling the shit out of him and how tight the black v-neck he's sporting is.

logan takes the thick silence as a chance to really look at you. take in your costume of black spandex shorts, blue crop top, and empty thigh holsters.

"lara croft," logan finally figures it out, and you grin a little over the rim of your glass. "...you wear her well."

another smile from you and logan nearly squeezes the bottle so hard it breaks. a tiny laugh from you breaks another round of heated silence.

"i miss somethin'?"

"no," you promise him. "it's just... i've spent more time out here than in there. even after you let me in for free."

logan sniffs, meeting your eyes in his lean across from you.

"don't worry, ms. croft. i definitely don't mind."

after that, you end up staying with him for the rest of the night. leaving you his seat, logan standing all broad and strong whenever someone enters, letting you hold the cash he collects from each patron. he sends a wink your way every time he turns to hand out the money but nearly growls out at anyone that asks about you.

"keep movin', bub," logan warns the latest inquirer who lets his eyes linger a little too long for your liking. the guy isn't smart enough to heed the first warning, going as far as ignoring logan to lean in your direction.

"come find me later, yeah?"

you don't get a chance to answer. logan's got him by the back of the neck, shoving him out into the cool fall air of tonight's evening without a second thought. dusting off his hand, logan ignores the man's whines about the cash he wants back, and turns to find you blinking at him with a squirm.

he steps to where you now stand with his eyes hooded, slicking out one of the tens from your grasp. neither of you says a word as logan folds the bill, and encircles his arms around you. your breath hitches at the hand logan plants on one of your asscheeks. he glides the money into your back pocket, biting his lip.

"my shift ends in an hour. i can show you an actual party worth your time if you're up for it..."

warm and dazed, you nod. logan grins a little, squeezing the flesh under his hand before returning to his post of strong, crossed arms and back turned to you while he faces the door.

logan grins again, this time wider, at the way he can feel your gaze burning a hole into his ass.

[kpopsexstories]

Hi again I actually have several ideas for x male reader and member x member idk if you have a limit so I'll put just 5 here

1 Nerd/unpopular bottom Kun x jock/popular top male were they secretly hook up behind the school during lunch(bottom kun top male)

2 johnny x mark were mark has a crush on johnny, and it's causing him issues so johnny offers a one time hook up so he can hopefully move on

3 top jaehyun x bottom Xiao jun were jaehyun has a guy crush and Xiao jun has a crush and on nct movie night sneak off together

4 bottom chenle x top male reader were chenle keeps being annoying to the new sm artist cause male reader doesn't seem to acknowledge his existence till male reader gets so irritated he decides to give chenle all his undivided attention

5 verse park jisung x verse male reader jisung is straight but he has a gay friend who helps him out since he can't Date

I hope this isn't too many I tried to make specific situation and give them different positions so the smut could hopefully be easier to write

Hi there! 👋😃 I've saved all of the above ideas and would guess that at least 2-3 of them will happen, in good time.

For now, however, I'm giving you #5: "verse park jisung x verse male reader jisung is straight but he has a gay friend who helps him out since he can't Date"

This will be the first story in my new Gay K-pop Smut series. It ended up being two parts, in which Jisung tops in part 1 and bottoms in part 2. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow (August 10). Please enjoy 😊

(Oh, and if you have more requests, sending them one by one makes it easier for me to respond to them as I can't respond to the same request twice – and no, there's no limit, keep 'em coming if you want to. Requests are highly motivating and inspiring! 😊)

NCT Dream Dating Ban #1: Jisung Pt. 1

NCT Jisung can’t date girls. As his gay friend you help him out with his sexual needs (*Requested*)

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut or this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Vers NCT Jisung x verse male reader

Content: Foreplay, Jisung fucks you from behind, Jisung penetrated for the first time

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 2.9k

“This dating ban is killing me,” Jisung said and flung his arms in the air.

“I thought you didn't have a dating ban,” you said and sat down beside him on the bed.

“We don't and we do. We can't be seen with girls in public.���

You look at your friend curiously. “Well, what's bothering you? You're so busy with work you hardly have time for me. You don't have time for a girlfriend, so do you really want one?”

“Yeah,” Jisung said and threw himself backwards on the bed. He put his hands on his stomach on top of his over-sized hoodie and stared at the ceiling. ”I mean no. I don't need a girlfriend. But I have urges like anyone else, and if I can't date I'm not getting what I need.”

“Mm,” you said and nodded slowly, as if you could totally understand what the man was going through. ”We're not in public now though…”

Jisung raised his head and glared at you. “I love you man, but I'm not gay.”

“I know,” you said and smiled. You leaned on your elbow and moved closer to Jisung's out-stretched body.

Jisung relaxed and lay his head back down. He let out an audible sound.

“I just need physical contact,” he said with a slow frown, as if seriously contemplating his options. “I mean come on, it's human nature. I get the company's logic, but we're young men. We have needs.”

You put a hand on Jisung's arm. “Yeah, they didn't think this one through,” you said with compassion. Your hand moved down his arm and over his hand, closer to his crotch. Jisung didn't seem to notice.

You observed his face and continued: ”It should be in their interest to keep their artists happy.”

“Exactly!” Jisung exclaimed. Without looking at you, he put his hand on yours and squeezed it. “God, I'm so horny.”

A thrill rushed from your heart and through your body. “What, right now?” you asked and braided your fingers into his. Your tone of voice was a little too happy.

“No, but in general,” Jisung said and you felt disappointment. Without moving his head, he glanced sideways at you to try to read your thoughts. ”I need…”

“Maybe I can help,” you interrupted and pressed your hip against his.

He finally turned his head to face you. “How?” he asked, but you were sure that he knew the answer.

You let go of Jisung's hand and reached for his bulge, and felt a soft dick through the sweatpants he wore. Jisung's eyes stayed fixed on your face, but you could swear the frown was fading.

“Remember back in school?” you asked.

The frown turned into a smile. “Yeaah,” Jisung giggled and closed his eyes. You squeezed the dick lightly and felt a boner forming.

That was all the approval you needed. “Let me help you,” you repeated, but Jisung didn't reply.

He didn't need to. As his shaft grew, you pulled up his hoodie and let your fingers glide into his pants. You squeezed the dick through his underwear, then reached inside them to touch the skin of Jisung's rock hard shaft with your fingertips.

He might be straight, but he was horny and deprived, and it wouldn't be the first time you experimented sexually. Jisung knew that you could keep a secret, and you already knew that this encounter would go far beyond a simple hand job.

Jisung closed his eyes and moaned. His hands fell to his sides, and the hoodie was pushed higher up his flat tummy. Your hand in his pants took a firm grip around the shaft, and when you repositioned yourself and your arm was raised, his pants slid slightly down his hips.

You smiled and admired the clear view of his v-line as you began to jerk off your friend.

“Slowly,” Jisung moaned and opened his eyes wide. “I'm gonna come.”

“I thought that was the goal,” you said.

“Yeah, but if that was all it takes I could just continue to masturbate alone.”

“Right, I forgot,” you said and laughed. “You need a girlfriend.”

Jisung sneered at the joke. “Come here,” he said.

That's when you leaned in over him, kissed him on the lips, and foreplay began for real. Your best friend certainly didn't need to ask you twice.

Despite how you used to experiment in school, you weren't sure how Jisung would react to any of this. He definitely wasn't gay, that much you knew. Now that you were both older, maybe he was done experimenting and didn't want this at all. Maybe you were even jeopardizing your friendship.

But Jisung immediately kissed you back. He raised his ass and moaned as the dick was pushed into your hand. Whatever his thoughts and feelings were, his needs were strong and in this moment he let them make his decisions for him.

You caressed his waist and stuck your free hand inside the hoodie. Jisung was warm to the touch, mushy yet solid as you traced your fingers over his ribcage and pecks.

You made out, just like you had back in school. When the hoodie slid higher and Jisung's nipple was revealed, you bent down and kissed it gently.

Jisung seemed happy. This kind of intimacy was exactly what his body had been longing for.

When a passionate thrill took hold of him, he suddenly pushed on your shoulder, prompting you to roll on your side. Jisung wrapped a leg around yours and kissed you deeply. Laying side by side in each other's arms, you began to grind against each other while exploring your bodies with your hands.

“Mm,” Jisung moaned.

“Ahh,” you sighed when he squeezed your waist and caressed your ass cheek.

When the hoodie was up to his neck, Jisung sat up straight and took it off. He came back down, leaned in over you and pulled your shirt. You raised your arms and upper back to help him slide it over your head.

Shirtless and horny, there was no stopping either of you now. The innocent make-out session was becoming increasingly erotic.

You reached back down into Jisung's pants. This prompted him to sit and lift his ass, and pull the pants and underwear down.

It was not the first time you saw your friend naked. It wasn't even the first time you had sex. But it had been a few years. Things felt different this time.

Jisung's exposed body beside you looked amazing. God, you wanted him so bad. You always did, but knew you could never have him. You had a mission to help him with his problem and were more than happy to do so, but truth be told it ached your heart, knowing that sex was all there could ever be between you. You could be a friend with benefits, but you could never be the girlfriend Jisung dreamed of.

Not that it really mattered. There was no way you'd back out of the chance of touching and kissing every bit of Jisung's sexy body, now that he was asking you to do so as a friend.

Jisung reached out to un-zip your pants. You relaxed and smiled up at him. He didn't even glance at you, fully focused on taking your clothes off.

When you were down to your underwear, you couldn't take it any longer. You suddenly jumped up at the man, hugged him tight and kissed his soft lips hard. Fuck, I'm so horny. This is so good!

Jisung rolled over and sat up on your lap. He placed a knee on either side of your thighs. You squeezed his naked body and wrapped an arm tight around his neck, to keep your upper body from falling back onto the mattress.

Seated in each other's arms, Jisung's hard dick got caught between your stomachs. Your chests rubbed together as you began to thrust your hip, poking your covered boner between his bare ass cheeks.

You made out with passion while your hand explored his back, waist and firm ass. Jisung rode you slowly over your underwear, sending immense pleasure to your cock each time he rubbed against it.

“Wanna fuck me?” Jisung asked. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that you had desired him through all these years.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

Jisung gave you a naughty smile. “Me first,” he said with a seductive smirk.

There's a little gay in all of us, you thought and smirked back.

“You sure?” you asked.

Jisung put a hand on your cheek and looked straight into your eyes. “Turn around and bend over.”

Sex starts here…

Before you knew it you found yourself on all four. Jisung was on his knees behind you, pressing the tube you had given him into the palm of his hand. He smeared the gel over his dick and around your hole, then bent down and kissed your back.

He guided his cock with his hand. You spread your legs wider, and he pulled your ass closer with a hand firmly planted on your hip.

He seemed experienced and that surprised you. “Have you done this before?” you asked.

“Yes,” Jisung said. “Don't you remember?”

“Yeah,” you said and laughed. “But I didn't think you did.”

“I do. It felt great and I've dreamed of it happening again many times since then. We also used to watch gay porn together, remember? I still do sometimes. Maybe I picked up a thing or two.”

You didn't respond, as you felt the head of Jisung's hard cock play around your asshole. It found its target and gradually expanded it. You were used to it. It didn't even hurt.

Jisung, however, was not accustomed to the sensation. He grimaced, having all but forgotten how tight an asshole can be compared to a pussy. Even with the lube it hurt him, the way the head was pressed into a tight ball when it tried to squeeze inside.

The gel helped though, and your ass was stretchable. Gradually, the hole expanded and the head slid all the way in. From there, it only got easier.

Jisung was overcome by the immense pleasure your asshole gave him. He hadn't had sex in a long time, and the last time he was with a man was with you.

He was desperate for it. Be it with a man or a woman, he needed and wanted this badly. He could hardly contain his arousal and excitement, which became obvious to you when he squeezed your hips hard and began to thrust fast.

Last time you did this together you both lacked experience. Your sex had been soft and insecure. You had spooned the man and slid inside him with caution, and he had penetrated you while you lay motionless on your stomach.

This time, you had both changed. You knew what you wanted and dared to take it. There was no reason to hold back.

When you first felt Jisung's cock expanding your hole you closed your eyes and let the sensation take over your body. As the dick rubbed against your insides, you opened your mouth and moaned.

Jisung's rapid thrusts felt incredible. His hard shaft filled you up and slid in and out of you with ease. The head jammed repeatedly against your g-spot, bringing both of you ever closer to an orgasm.

“Mm, I forgot how good this feels,” Jisung grunted. You weren't sure if he meant gay sex or sex in general, or if it was more personal than that.

“Ahh, you're so eager,” you said. It was a positive remark, not a complaint, but it made Jisung slow down.

He leaned over you and kissed your back. You spread your legs wider and collapsed on the mattress. Jisung's heavy body weighted on yours. Your chest pressed into the mattress as you rocked your asses up and down.

The side of his face brushed against yours. You felt his warm breath on your skin. “Mm,” you whispered. Your bodies clasping together in harmony felt unusually nice and romantic.

“Is this what you needed?” you asked and twisted your neck to kiss Jisung's cheek.

He turned his head and kissed your lips. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“Can I… Can I fuck you?” you asked.

Jisung went silent for a moment. He had only ever had one cock inside his ass – yours – and that experience was brief and a long time ago. “Okay,” he finally said softly.

The response thrilled you. It wasn't unexpected as you recalled that Jisung had enjoyed it the first time, and he wasn't one to shy away from trying new things. But at the same time, something changed in your friend.

He stopped thrusting slowly into you, and just lay there on top of you, completely still. He stopped kissing you but made no effort to change positions. When the bumping mattress stopped moving, all you could feel was his weight on your back and his pulsing organ still deeply engaged inside you.

You lay like this for several minutes. It felt nice. But you realized that though Jisung seemed willing to try to take your cock, you were the one who needed to take the initiative. Maybe your friend needed a push.

You gave it to him by rolling on your side. Jisung's body slid off you, and when he hit the sheets he too rolled over and turned his back against yours. Your asses touched, until you did a one-eighty and faced his long, slim, sexy back.

You couldn't wait to feel Jisung in your arms again, to rub your dick against his cheeks, and to penetrate his cute, tight ass. You were about to get what you wanted.

You put your arm around Jisung and spooned him. You felt his beating chest and flat stomach, which moved in and out with each deep breath. You caressed his skin, briefly grabbed his dick and stroke it, then reached in between his legs.

Jisung let you come inside. He raised a knee to spread his thighs for you. Your fingers found his hole and massaged the rim. You pleasured him softly, slowly loosening and expanding his ass.

You turned to reach for the tube Jisung had left on the bed. You squeezed the gel out, and rubbed it on your fingertrips and around Jisung's pink asshole.

He just lay there, motionless with his mouth half open, as your fingers slid inside him. First just one. Then two. Then three.

As Jisung gradually expanded and was slowly able to take more of your hand, you stuck your fingers deeper inside. Lubricated and gentle, you carefully massaged the walls inside his ass, and felt around with your tips to find your friend's pleasure points.

Through it all, you had your eyes closed and your face buried in Jisung's shoulder blades. Your nose brushed against his back, and the soft, warm skin felt great to touch. You occasionally kissed and licked him, and his hair tickled your forehead.

When you had three fingers deep inside your friend and attempted a fourth, Jisung grimaced and asked you to stop.

“Ouch,” he said. You had reached his limit. The question was, was it enough to attempt the next step. Would he be able to take your cock? You certainly hoped so, and in this moment, so did he.

You slowly pulled your fingers out. Your hand had started to cramp, plagued by the tight grip of Jisung's hole and the uncomfortable position as you had tried to reach as far inside the man as possible. It was a big relief to both of you when the fingers slid out.

“Can you take it?” you asked while playing with your dick between Jisung's legs.

“I can try,” Jisung said.

That's what you wanted to hear. You pushed yourself away from your friend and looked down. You had a hand on his shoulder while guiding your cock with the other.

The head found its place, taking the position your fingers had just been in. The gel had dried up, so you grabbed the tube and added some more, before attempting to push the head inside.

Jisung's body remained frozen. He tensed up as you penetrated him slowly. You let out a deep sigh, fully focused on the sensation of the tight asshole gripping your head and stopping the blood flow to it.

“Are you okay?” you asked when the head was half way in. You could imagine Jisung's strained expression.

“Yeah,” he said. You could tell that he was fighting hard to appear more comfortable than he was. Being penetrated from behind wasn't easy for someone who wasn't used to it.

Still, Jisung took it like a champ. The head eventually came all the way in, and just like when Jisung first fucked you, it all got easier from there.

When the shaft was part way inside, you pulled your hips back slowly. You withdrew to just before Jisung's tightest spot, then thrust back in to where his hole felt soft and spacious.

Jisung started to relax. Your fingers had already loosened him up, and the small, slow but repetitive motions of your head and shaft rubbing against his insides made the pain bearable.

Within minutes, it wasn't just bearable, but felt pretty good. Soon, the experience was as pleasurable for Jisung as it was for you. You could hardly wait to dig into his skin and fuck the man hard.

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[nerdazzler]

Royal Sword Academy Au

Welcome to the good guys team! Pt. 3-4

Raheel and the animal eared man spent a good five minutes chasing the fairy. The purple eyed boy pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a jar, and using what remaining speed he had, he captured the rogue fairy using the jar in his hands. “Gotcha!” gently shaking the jar around, causing the fairy to shake around inside the jar. The animal eared man walks towards the purple eyed boy, staring at the fairy in the jar in amusement. “I don’t think you should be doing that.” Tapping the glass of the jar. “Look at how dizzy you made the little guy.” 

The fairy shakes away his dizziness to glare at the animal eared man, shouting something at him. But no one could hear it, however, sounds similar to a bell chime could be heard from within the jar. 

Ambrose gives you a stern look. “Do you know this fairy?” looking back at him with the most obvious ‘no’ expression your face could muster you respond “Don’t know em, never seen em a day in my life.” The elderly man looks confused. “But you could understand him without a fairy translator.” Well now you’re confused too. “What? What’s a fairy translator?” He shows you the item the fairy had shoved in his hands.

It’s a rather…odd yet pretty looking object, it’s hard to describe how it looks. But it almost resembles a bell or a teapot in a sense. It doesn’t have the snout of a teapot though, however it does have four handles instead of one. The teapot-bell-thing has intricate floral details engraved into it, as for what type of metal it’s been engraved into the bell-pot looks like it’s made of silver.

Looking at the object, then the elderly man in confusion you finally reply “And??” He sighs to himself before answering you. “Well, in order for fairies to be understood by other fae and potentially humans, they need a translator.” This is the part where you’re supposed to  nod your head and pretend like you understood all that. “I literally understood none of that. Like I get the premise but…this affects me how??” You respond.

The old man nods his head in mental notation, “We’ll discuss it later.” Before glancing at the purple eyed boy, who’s shaking the jar with the fairy in it while the animal eared man watches in amusement. Ambrose looks back at you, “And you’re sure you’ve never seen that fairy before?” You nod in agreement as a response. The elderly man looks conflicted, taking a second to himself to think before speaking. “I suppose I should help him find his homeland and send him back.” 

The fairy starts tapping on the glass shouting something at the elderly man and everyone in the room. But no one can hear nor understand it. The purple eyed boy giggles to himself “I don’t understand a word he’s saying!” 

Ambrose has left your side and walked up to the boy asking him to hand the jar over before standing in front of the glass mirror, and announcing something to everyone in the room. “I officially declare that the entrance ceremony has come to a close. Dorm leaders, please escort your students to their respective dorms.” 

looking around the room he realizes “Does anyone know where the dorm leader of Rosemni is?” A tall man raises his hand from a corner of the room “He’s over here, headmaster!” He has a very preppy voice. “He’s not asleep again is he?” The blonde haired boy from before asks. The redhead boy from before looks worried “Well that’s not good! This is a very important event!” 

The man with a preppy voice chuckles, “Apologies everyone, it seems the dorm leader didn’t get enough hours of sleep last night.” He waves over a brunette with blue tips before whispering something to him and turning back to the crowd, flashing a smile. “All students of Rosemni are more than welcome to follow me to the dorm!” With that, everyone begins to disperse into groups and leave the room. Leaving you, Ambrose, and the fairy that's still in a jar.

The fairy glares at you from without his jar. “If you make a jar joke about this I WILL come for you!” It takes every fiber of your being to not make a jar joke right then and there to spite him.

Ambrose looks at you with an apologetic expression. “I’m deeply sorry Y/N, as much as we’d love to have you here, a magicless student is no place for a school that focuses on honing one’s magical abilities.” You shrug, not really caring that you have to leave. You were fine with whatever happens to you, as long as it gets you out of this dream. 

The elderly man’s expression switches from apologetic to cheerful “But not to worry! The Glass Mirror will safely get you and your fairy friend home.” He steps aside, and motions for you to come forward. “Now, please step up to the mirror, and visualize the place where you came from.”

You Step up to the glass mirror “I can’t wait to get out of this weird ass dream…”  

Ambrose faces the mirror, the jarred fairy still in hand before speaking. “O’ Glass Mirror please return this soul to where it belongs!” The glass mirror does not respond. You both stand in silence for a minute or two. Ambrose awkwardly clears his throat, “Um…G…Glass Mirror? Please return this—”

“No such place exists.” The mirror responded, cutting off Ambrose mid sentence. The elderly man clears his throat again before speaking, “Pardon?” The mirror, not missing a beat. “No place exists in this world.” Silence. The elderly man is confused, “But how can this be? My, today is just full of predicaments.” 

 Putting a hand to his chin “In all my years working here, something like this has never happened. So I’m at a bit of a stump on what to do…” the elderly man looks at you, seeming to come up with something. “Could you please tell me where you’re from?” You shrug in response before answering, “Sure. I’m from—.” 

Ambrose takes a minute to digest the information, thinking to himself before responding with a sad smile. “I'm sorry, I’m afraid I am not familiar with such a place.” You look at the man in disbelief “Are you sure?” He nods his head with an apologetic look, “I’m very sorry, I’m usually acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet...I have never heard of your homeland.”

Ambrose looks as if he had just thought of something “However!, we can go to the library and look up your homeland!” That’s actually not a bad idea. You nod your head in agreement and follow him out to the ceremony room to the library. 

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The walk to the library was quite…awkward, to say the least. Ambrose was trying to be polite and make small talk. While you were only responding in one word answers or short sentences, you were too lost in your own head trying to assess your situation to really pay attention to what the elderly man was saying.

But now you’re in the crisp, clean library of Royal Sword Academy. Currently, looking through book after book in an attempt to find any information of where you’re from. 

You were about to pick up your fifteenth book before the sound of a book slamming interrupted you. Looking in front of you, Ambrose shakes his head in displeasure before placing the book down beside him. “Just as I'd suspected. Nothing.” Well shit. This is just great. The elderly man folds his hands towards himself as if he was interrogating you, “Now, are you quite sure that you come from this…earth? That wasn't some sort of last minute lie, or perhaps a joke?” 

You shake your head in response. The elderly man takes some time to think before responding. “Hmmm…as far-fetched as it may sound, the only explanation is that you've come from another world.” Ya know that pikachu meme face? The one of him looking shocked? Yea, that one. That’s basically your face right now, because there is no way you’re from another planet. I mean it would explain why magic exists here.

If not lost in your own shock you would be hearing the snickers from your fairy companion, who sat beside Ambrose, still confined in his jar prison. Ironic, considering you found a place that was home to fairies during your research, and had the little bitch not been making faces at you. You would’ve told Ambrose about your discovery and happily sent the fairy away. 

The elderly man clears his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and back to reality. “Perhaps you were summoned here from another dimension?” The pikachu face returns. He thinks for a minute before coming to a conclusion, “Did you happen to bring any ID with you? A driver’s license maybe?” Thinking about it for a minute slowly starts to raise panic out of you, the realization slowly setting in as you pat yourself down for any objects. “W..where’s my phone?!” You ask yourself in a panic. your phone is gone. Your beloved phone, one of the few things you always keep on you. Missing. Oh yea, you have no ID either.

Ambrose hums to himself, “Well this is quite the predicament. We can’t have someone with no magic residing in a magic based academy.” Well isn’t that nice! First you don’t have your phone and now you’re going to be kicked out! As if your internal suffering couldn’t get any worse. “And yet, I can’t expel someone without anything on them. That’s just cruel.” So you’re not being kicked out? Yay! 

The elderly man snaps to himself as if he just recalled something, “There’s a vacant building on the campus that you can use! It was, in fact, used as a dorm a long time ago.” He’s giving you a place to stay? He’s giving you a place to stay! Your internal panic ceased temporarily. “Although it is rather rundown at the moment…with a proper refurbishing, it should be habitable enough for you to stay in.”  The old man smiles at you before standing up and putting away both his and your pile of books.

After putting away the stacks of books he walks over towards you, “In the meantime, I will investigate other ways to send you home.” For some odd reason you’re a bit skeptical of that? You feel like he’s…

“You don’t mind if I send him back home, right?” Ambrose had snapped you out of your thoughts. “Huh?” He’s holding Fiddlellen’s jar. “Oh. Yea, I don’t mind.” The elderly man smiles “Wonderful! You can wait here until I return. Then, I shall take you to your dorm straight away.” He waves goodbye before leaving the library with Fiddellen. 

Leaving you alone in silence for the time being. 

You waited in the library for about 15 minutes before Ambrose came back to retrieve you. The walk to your soon-to-be dorm was awkward…again. Not because you were lost in your thoughts like last time, you just didn’t know how to respond to most of the questions the elderly man had tried to ask you. 

Leading you to now. In front of a building that looks like the shorter version of a princesses castle. Just how rich is this school?! It was very pretty though, you will give it that. The colors blue and white just like everything else on this campus is very prominent in its design. “So…“ you look at the elderly man in bewilderment. “You expect me to stay…here?!” motioning to the castle-like building in front of you. 

Ambrose smiles at you in delight, “Isn't it lovely?” He then grabs your shoulders and starts pushing you towards the building’s entrance, leading you inside. The interior is… a lot nicer than you expected. For an unused space they really tried to keep it as clean as they could. Minus the dust everywhere, a few broken items, and the cobwebs. Ambrose proudly puts his hands at his sides, “This should keep you well housed for the time being.”  This place is too fancy for you. You feel like a wet cat compared to the castle.

Ambrose claps his hands together, “Now! I shall return to my research to give you time to adjust to your new surroundings,” he checks a watch on his wrist. “It is rather late though so don’t go wandering around the campus!” The elderly man gives your shoulder a quick pat before leaving you alone to do whatever you pleased. Walking around the lounge of the castle, admiring how nice the place looks. “Wow…I feel like I’m going to break something…” your foot hits something at some point, the object making a thudding noise that sounded like a bell chime. “Wait, a bell?”

“OW!” a voice yelped. Jumping back in surprise you scan around the room to find the entity that screamed out in pain. “Watch where you’re going!” Your eyes land on an all too familiar fairy screaming at you. “Fiddlellen!?” The fairy rubs his head in annoyance, “Yea, it’s me. What of it?”  You point a finger at him. “You’re not supposed to be here!” 

Fiddellen crosses his arms, “Psh. Like getting sent back home would stop me from coming here! It’s called magic, duh.” Wow. Sass much? You cross your arms in return, “You’re really set on this place, huh?” Fiddlellen looks shocked at your words. “Who wouldn’t be?! This is one of the best magic schools in the world!” He looks really excited about this…”Do you know how cool it would be if a fairy out of all things were to attend a prestigious magic school like this?!”

You raise your eyebrow, interested in what he meant by that. “Do fairy’s normally not attend school here?” Fiddlellen awkwardly scratches at his cheek, “I mean, we do attend school but not with humans, ya know.” Deadpan. No. No, you don't know. Staying silent in hopes of the fairy picking up on your confusion, to no avail. Either he’s oblivious to your confusion or is purposefully ignoring you. You honestly don’t know at this point but from what you’ve seen of him so far they sound like the right answers.

But now that Fiddellen is in front of you and not causing any more problems. You can actually get a pretty good look at him. Short, choppy blonde hair with light green tips, tanned skin, bright eyes with winter blue and white pupils. His heterochromia sticks out from the whole green vibe he has going on. Taking note of his outfit which seems to be a casual teal green shirt with black pants, and slip on shoes with pom poms on the toes. When could shoes have pom poms on them? Weird. Given how small he is you bet he could fit into doll-sized clothes if he wanted.

“Oi! What cha starin at?!” The fairy yells. “Nothing.” Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you accidentally take a step back and trip on a loose floorboard. Causing you to fall on your butt. Before you could assess anything a drop of water falls on your nose. Looking up you notice a hole in the roof. It's starting to rain. Looking at the ceiling more you notice there are a few other holes in the roof, not a lot but they’re still a problem. 

You hear a yelp come from Fiddlellen followed by a small thump from beside you. “Holes in the roof?! I can’t get wet! If I get wet my pixie dust will wear off!” You’re guessing Fiddlellen got hit with some water and had fallen onto the ground. Seeing how he’s shaking his wings to dry them off. The fairy notices your staring and points at the roof. “Fix this!”  Rolling your eyes at the fairy’s demand you get up off the floor and dust yourself off. “Fine. I guess I’ll go find some buckets or something…” You leave the fairy in the room to go look for a supply closet that may have a bucket or something that could be used to catch the rain. 

Fiddellen follows you from behind, flying right beside you. “Why don’t you use magic to—“ he abruptly pauses, remembering something. “Oh right.” He points at you and tries to hold back his laughter. “You can’t use magic!” But he can’t contain it and starts laughing at you. You glare at him. “Excuse you! If I’m so useless then why don’t you do it!?” Another drop of water hits your nose.

Fiddellen sits on your shoulder, crossing his legs as he looks at you with a mocking smile. “Me. Help you?? Ha!” He bats his eyes at you. “I’m just a wittle fairy, what do you expect me to do about it?” This son of a bitch. Another raindrop falls on your nose. You look up and realize you’re standing right under one of the holes in the ceiling. “Right. I should really find those buckets…” you mumble.

Continuing to walk further in the castle with fiddlellen on your shoulder, you walk into a dark hallway in search of the buckets. “As nice as this place is. It does not have to be this dark.” You mumble. You attempt to find a light switch, only instead to have grabbed something squishy. “Wait, squishy?”

Looking at your hand you realize you’re holding a glowing Fiddellen. Wait, since when could he glow? He looks like he’s five seconds away from biting your hand. “Let. Me. Go.”  And you immediately do so. Dropping the fairy on the ground with a soft thump.

“OW!” 

“Oh! That looked like it hurt! Are you okay?” something from behind Fiddellen asks. “I’m fine than-“ Turning around, Fiddellen sees the voice of concern was no other than a ghost in the wall. The ghost giggles and waves at both you and Fiddellen. “Hiya!”

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RSA Au: Part 1-2

[muldermuse]

i wrote this drabble so quick today, i thought about it on the drive to work and had to do it today.

part of the two sinners works.

Gator overhears reader fucking someone else (spoiler alert: it’s eddie munson lmao- obviously modern!eddie) nsfw below the cut!!! 18+!! mdni!!

He doesn’t recognise the van, it isn’t Jenson’s or Steve’s. It’s the kind of van that he would pull over to spot check for pot.  Whoever is inside with you has dumped it outside your door with no consideration. Gator smirks, that’s just like you- no consideration for anyone but yourself. He notices there’s one sticker on the bumper ‘Hellfire Club’, it looks like the kinda shit that kids at his school would wear all those years ago. Gator considers you could have invited your friend round again to make him jealous but, the pack of smokes tossed on the passengers suggest something different. 

He could leave.

He could go straight home.

You’re not alone in there so there’s no room for him.

But, Glenda is doing an online bible study session so he’s keen to avoid that. 

He creeps towards the rear of your house.

He knows that you keep your bedroom window open. You always do and seldom remember to close it when you’re planning on fucking someone, Gator always tells you that someone will hear, you always sneer back a ‘let ‘em’.

For a few moments, it’s void of voices. He can hear the tinny rhythm of your god awful speaker that should have been retired when you were in your teens. Before he can exhale and try to stop the adrenaline coursing through his veins- he hears you. 

Your moans are high pitched, you sound so whiny and so desperate for whoever is in there with you. Gator gets hard as soon as he hears your voice and he fucking hates himself for it. 

“Eddieeddieeddie, please baby please go a lil harder” you’re begging, he can hear the desperation in your voice. He’s trying not to imagine you in this moment, he’s pushing the thought of you bent over with some guy behind you to the back of his mind but as always, his desires continue to betray him.

He doesn’t recognise the guys voice, it’s a new accent- definitely some dude from out of town. Gator makes a mental note to note down his license plate to investigate more tomorrow. “Baby, we’re goin’ soft tonight, right?”. Gator doesn’t need to see you to know that you’re nodding your head in agreement, so desperate to feel good that you’ll do anything. Gator presses his hard cock through his cargos; desperate to feel some relief. This feels wrong- even for him. He’s listening to you fuck someone else, he’s hiding under your bedroom window whilst some random ‘Hellfire’ guy is gently fucking you. 

He’s going to fucking cum in his pants. 

“M’gonna fuck you so slow and good baby, I promise” the guy’s voice is muffled, he’s probably buried his nose in your soft, perfumed hair and your moan is so sweet back to him. Gator hasn’t heard you moan like that in a while. 

The exterior wood panelling of your home is cool against Gator’s damp forehead. He vows to himself that he isn’t going to jerk himself off outside your home but, he’ll allow himself the luxury of pressing against his cock until he either calms down or he cums. 

Your moan is breathy and distant, “Eddie m’gonna cum so fuckin’ hard please please don’t stop”. 

“So so fuckin’ pretty baby, cum for me and I’ll cum in you- okay? You’re too fuckin’ good to me” you’re pushing your face into your pillow as you cum. You always do that when you cum hard, most times Gator pushes your face further in as you cum and he can feel you shaking under him. The thought of that sends Gator hurtling over the edge, biting his fist as he soaks his cargos with his cum. An intense rage blooms through his body, he doesn’t know who he’s more disappointed in- you or himself. When he gets back in his patrol car, he slams the door so hard he’s shocked the window is still intact. 

*** 

The guy leaving your house looks like a fucking freak. Long curly hair, some tight jeans and a shirt with the same Hellfire logo from his van. He kisses you on your front doorstep and you slap his ass with a wink as he heads to his van. As soon as he starts it, Back in Black erupts through the speakers and he tyre spins away from your home- honking his horn repeatedly as he speeds away. 

Gator is scribbling down his license plate as you tap against his window. 

“You wanna come in for some cocoa, Sheriff?” you coo. He nods wordlessly and follows you indoors. 

It’s silent as you make him a hot cocoa. You’re wrapped in your thoughts- you know what he did and you knew as soon as you saw his patrol car. Gator is trying desperately to hide the darkened stain on his cargos, you prompt for him to sit down as you slide him a chipped Garfield mug full of piping hot chocolate. You see a brief smile flash across Gator’s face, this is his favourite mug and you always save it for him.

“He’s um…that guy was just a friend from out of town” you’re trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as the burning hot liquid hits your tongue. 

He scoffs, “huh yeah, sounded like a real fuckin’ good pal of yours”. He doesn’t look at you, just wraps his cold hands tighter around the mug. He’s like a sulky teenager, upset because a cute girl won’t dance with him at prom. 

“Y’need to stop doing this Gator…you know what this is- right? I don’t spy on you and Glenda and I’d ne-“

“I could be nice, y’know…I mean like when I fuck you” his eyes are soft and pleading. “I mean, we do it kinda nice but you always ask for more.”

Before you can respond, his voice continues quietly. “I love fuckin’ you like that…makes it better, makes this feel real”.

You don’t want to let that comment linger and you’re desperate to ignore how your heart bloomed at that sentence. “Wanna shower with me? Maybe you can be all sweet on me in the shower”.

The hot cocoa gets cold on the side as the shower pours for the next 30 minutes. 

[softguarnere]

Hey. I'm really sorry if I came across pushy or impatient bc that was not my intention at all. Of course school is more important. I hope you like my ideas but if not that's totally fine.

Ok, so here's the first one. You have been a member of Easy co. through almost the whole war. Down in the mud with them and forced to wear the same uniform. Other than being the only girl in the company you just blended in with the guys. That is, until the end of the war came.

My request is a headcanon of the guys reaction to seeing you actually look like a girl for the first time. I mean the works; pin up hair, make up, killer dress, and heels. Also, if it's not too much trouble could you please make sure to include Doc Roe, Babe, Malarkey, and Liebgott? If you want to include any of the other boys please do. Thanks!

Hey hey! Me again sending in my second idea. Again you're the only girl in Easy co. and at some point during the war you took quite a bit of shrapnel; especially to your chest and abdomen.

This is another reaction headcanon request (of a more romantic nature) of the guys seeing all your scars for the first time during a more private moment. Again can you please include Doc Roe, Babe, Malarkey, and Liebgott? Thanks! ❤️

Since you sent two requests, I decided to combine them for the sake of ease and time.

Even though I'm a writer, I'm a historian by trade, and I've never been comfortable with the whole "unexplained sole female member of the company" because I could never stretch my imagination to come up with a proper explanation for why that would be, so I hope you don't mind that I had to change it slightly. I also don't write NSFW, so the second part had to be left pretty vague.

Because of the time crunch, these haven't been proof read or edited!

Reactions to seeing you dressed up for the first time, and later, your battle scars

Doc Roe

When a women's division was added to Easy Company, a lot of the men found themselves getting somewhat distracted

If he's being honest, then yes, Gene has spared a glance at some of the women. But he's been so busy with the constant work of being a combat medic that he hasn't noticed anyone in particular

Until the end of the war, that is

Everyone goes wild once Berchtesgaden is taken. People are looting the jewelry and clothes for themselves, for friends and family, for sweethearts back home

And you happen to take a dress and some jewelry that make you absolutely sparkle - when Gene sees you for the first time, it takes his breath away

Once he works up the courage to talk to you, the two of you take it slow

With everything that has happened and the fast pace of the war, he completely forgot that you took some shrapnel back in Bastogne

You seem so ashamed when you first show him the scars it left you with, but he thinks nothing of it

"We all got 'em," he assures you

"You don't."

"Yeah, I do." He places your hand over his heart. "You just can't see 'em."

Babe

Okay, I think he would actually take notice of you for the first time after the war

It's at an Easy reunion. He happens to look up from his drink as you walk in

He chokes, which draws Bill's attention

"Who the hell is that?"

Bill squints over at you. "Oh, I think it's (Y/L/N)."

"Who?"

"(Y/N)? From the women's division, remember?"

Babe tilts his head. "No."

"Well, she looks different outta uniform, I guess."

All this to say, Babe has taken an interest in you, and he has no qualms about telling you exactly that when he (re)introduces himself to you

You have a great time at the reunion, and although you and Babe keep in touch and become close, he's a little shocked to realize how many things he didn't know about you

Like about the scars that the war left you with

You're shy, almost timid, when you show him, even though you trust him by now

"I had no idea," he admits.

"I don't usually bring it up," you hesitate before continuing. "It, uh - some guys haven't liked it. It makes them uncomfortable."

Something about the way you say it is so open and honest that Babe can't help the rush of emotion that comes over him. He grabs your hand and squeezes it tight

"Then doll, they weren't good enough for you."

Malarkey

Unlike the others, he knows you got hit, because he was there

But it's not something that he thinks about. He's busy trying to forget the war, after all

And as the war draws to a close, he gets so used to seeing you in your Ike jacket and thinking about how it makes you look like some sort of goddess of war that it's distracting

It's not until your last night in Berchtesgaden, when your relationship becomes official, that he learns about the scars the shrapnel left you with

"Does it hurt?" he asks, immediately remembering that awful day back in Holland when he saw you go down as the shrapnel struck you.

"No." You only smirk. "You should see the other guy."

He knew there was a reason that he liked you so much.

Liebgott

Listen, he's such a flirt that I'm convinced he noticed you before and has been subtly throwing flirtations your way throughout the war

But once he sees you at the war's end in a dress and some bright red lipstick that you stole? WOW - you're a knock-out. The pin-ups back in the States have nothing on you, and he simply can't wait another second to make a move

"Hiya, your Highness." He kisses the back of your hand and gives you a deep bow. "My name is Joe. Have we met before?"

All the other women would be giggling while watching the interaction. You can only roll your eyes, trying to hide the heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Maybe once . . . in your dreams."

Joe has always thought you were pretty, and he'll think your gorgeous no matter what

Seeing your scars has a different effect on him.

The anger that would course through him at the realization that the war left its mark on you in the most literal sense? Unmatched.

"Joey," you have to tell him, hooking his chin with a finger and guiding his gaze back up to your eyes. "If it makes you uncomfortable I can - "

"No." He grabs your hands. "Sorry, doll. I didn't mean to make you self-conscious. I just - "

"I know," you assure him. "No use being angry now, though. The damage is done."

But he doesn't want you to see it as damage. And slowly, he comes to see it as character instead; one more piece of you that makes you who you are - and reminds him of why he fights.

[ddejavvu]

hybrid steddie with a really soft, shy, intorverted reader!!! she got them both from shelters at different times, and they’re use to harsh hands and tough punishments, but you baby them so bad!! you treat them so well!!! you even take them out so they can choose their own room decor, even if you’re blushy the entire time at the checkout counter with the cashier (who they 100% get protective over, maybe a little posturing or throat growling for warnings to back off)

you pet their ears every time they wanna! they figure out that all they have to do is make sure you know what they want, and you’ll just give it to em cus you love em so much!!! the first night that eddie army crawls into bed with you and attacks you with his scenting ritual, you almost have a heart attack form anxiety and he feels so bad!! steves definitely at your other side, trying to emulate the way you comfort them with their ears but on you.

reader who has a super remote job, to do with writing or something online, so she’s home a lot which they love love love looooovvvve!!!! sometimes steve will sneak into ur room and crawl under your desk and just put his head in your lap, legs over his shoulders, he wishes you had hands free to let him but just feeling u skin to skin is enough rn :) and he likes that you’re blushing and shy cus it makes him feel like u love him so so so much!

reader whose soft and passive so she can’t bring herself to scold over chewed furniture or whatever, but they know they’ve been bad, cus she’ll stand there for a few seconds, visibly upset, before trying to figure out a solution on her own and they feel awful cus they’d rather be blatantly punished than too quickly forgiven especially cus she does so much for them :(((((((

first time they add kisses into the slobby nighttime grooming routine, they’re vibrating with excitement and their tails r going so wild

hybrid au faq

please never stop sending asks like this i swear every ask you send me is perfect i wanna take your brain out of your head and smooch it for the juicy ideas it pumps out <33 kind of a long post so i cut it!!

ohhh maybe you come up to one of them in the shelter and see their poor scared puppy eyes and know you have to save them - eddie's got scratches all over from the other dog hybrids and steve's shying away from touches because all anyone ever does is poke and prod at him :(( but you sit in the corner of their little cell/pen/cage(?) thing and just wait for them to approach you, and when they do you reach up really soft and slow to pet their ears - they're instantly hooked!! your touch is so soft and sweet and gentle that they get addicted to it, they keep nudging their heads into your hands and by the time the shelter's about to close, whoever's in your lap is snoozing away :') you have to bring him home, of course!!

aw yes you prepare a whole room for them, and for the first day since it's kinda late, you just have them sleep in the empty, blank room - you feel so bad :(( but it doesn't last long, 'cause before you're even asleep, there's a sneaky dog hybrid crawling under the covers next to you >:))

yes they're instantly pretty good at reading your body language, if you're stuttery and backing away from the guy at the counter 'cause he's being too forward, they're stepping in front of you and their ears flatten out on their heads - instant intimidation mode.

ohhh to have hybrid steddie laying all over my lap for snuggles :(( eddie's more forward about it, he just plops right down on your legs and butts his head under your chin like :] it's time :] pet me please :] but steve hooks his chin over your shoulder and blinks prettily up at you until you catch on - you pretty much always at least have one hand occupied with scratching one of their ears, but once whoever isn't getting pet realizes that they're not getting pet, your other hand has to go too </3

aw omg no :(( eddie just wants to cuddle!! he thinks it's a crime that you don't smell like him yet, 'cause he has a collar to prove that he's yours, but you've got nothing to prove that you're his!! so he sneaks in, he thinks you're asleep but you're actually just turned over with closed eyes - he wastes no time in crawling up into your bed but you nearly scream!! you're just not prepared for a tongue on your neck or a tail against your thighs. he whines and babbles out apologies while you try to control your breathing, and laps at your cheek soothingly until your eyes aren't so big and wide and panicked </3

steve petting your hair omg :(( he doesn't realize that it probably won't feel as good to you as it does to him 😭 but it does feel nice, so you're not complaining <3 he runs his fingers through your hair and he's got some kinda long nails that he scratches against your scalp and it feels sooooo good <33333

SNUGGLY STEVE :(( omg he just buries his face between your legs and conks out with his nose against your thigh - he always complains about a sore butt afterwards but you bundle him up in blankets and let him sit on cushy pillows until he's not so sore anymore - eddie smacks his ass though he's not as nice as you are </3

why did you have to make me cry </33 (i love it please don't stop) - sometimes their instincts just get the best of them!! they're already trying to figure out if they can make the arm of the chair look better by draping a napkin over it, but you walk into the room riiiight when they readjust it so that you see the teeth marks :/ it's ruined :( you can still use the chair, of course, but the arm looks terrible </3 you just sort of freeze and frown for a second and they feel their hearts drop, they're waiting for you to shout or tell them to spend the rest of the day outside, but you don't do anything. you just huff out a little breath from your nose and walk away :') they're so guilty omgomgomg - they come into your office where you're trying to knock out a report or something and they stand there all guiltily with droopy tails and ears - they apologize softly and tell you it'll never happen again, that they just couldn't help it but they'll be more careful in the future - all you do is nod and say okay and they're almost in tears :(( they kneel by your chair so that you don't have to turn to look at them, and finally catch your attention - they plead with you not to be angry with them, promise you that they're sosososo sorry, that they'll fix it for you, or get jobs to buy you a new one, but you just wave them off - eventually you tell them that you're really upset about your chair but that you know they didn't do it on purpose, but that you'd really just like some alone time to be upset about it without lashing out at them - to them that's the worst punishment. they let you close them out of their office but they sit right outside giving each other the 'we fucked up' eyes and waiting tearily for you to finish with your work so that they can cover you with apology kisses :'(

ohhh you think they're just snuggling up to you like they normally do, but then eddie licks a stripe up your neck and you go... what are you doing?? and you can hear his tail thump against the bed as he goes kissing you :] and steve's like wait no fair!! so you lay there all still and stiff while they get going but then you realize that the feeling of their tongues lapping at your neck/chin/cheeks is honestly really soothing, and you start snoozing while their tails wag at the speed of light 'cause they soothed you to sleep and they're so happy to be able to give back to you 'cause you do so much for them :'))))

[fictionalwh0ree]

✩ 1.5k celebration ✩

thank you guys so so sooo much for 1.5k

for the next couple days, i'll be taking requests on any character i write for

ive collected prompts from different prompt lists, they're just under the line

send a request with one of the following prompts and the character and i'll write a little blurb!

ly <33

prompt list

✩ you're blushing prompts by @thepromptswhisperer

“You’re blushing.” “Yeah, so? Never seen anyone fall for your charm before?”

“Are you okay? You look a little…” “I’m fine!”

“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.”

A smiles fondly when B starts to blush and draws them closer, allowing them to hide in their embrace.

“This never happened, do you understand?! If I find out you mentioned this to anyone, I’ll…”

A touches their own heated cheeks (, maybe to confirm that they really are blushing. Not that they didn’t already know.)

“I’m not blushing. It’s from the cold.” “Yeah. Sure.”

✩ the sweet early morning things by @novelbear

sleepy, playful smiles as they both take in eachothers messy morning appearance

"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."

snuggling into the others neck to shield their eyes from the sunlight

peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them

"your morning voice is so hot." [laughs] "what?"

waking up a little earlier than usual, meaning they get the luxury of snuggling further into their blankets and lover to go back to sleep.

accidentally falling back asleep, too entangled and comfortable in one another's warmth.

✩ make 'em swoon by @creativepromptsforwriting

a subtle wink

holding them close by their hips

pulling them on their lap

smirking in a way that suggests more

hugging them from behind

a kiss pressed to the neck

lips brushing against their ear

whispering to them like they're alone in the world

✩ valentine's prompts by @scealaiscoite

“you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

“has it occurred to you that we’ve spent more valentine’s days with each other than with people we’ve actually been dating?”

“wow, someone’s looking good. hot date, or what?”

“ i wanted to treat you how i should’ve before.”

“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

“i understand if you don’t want to, but i wanted to tell you that i planned a few things for us today.”

“i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.”

✩ in between by @keyotosprompts

"was that a good conversation?" "oh... yeah. it was great" "great." [and there's this thick, awkward silence afterwards].

person a and person b are dating, and person a just finished a conversation with someone person b was jealous of. when they get home, person b is a bit more clingier and so much more touchy. cue a's teasing and b hiding their face in the crook of a's neck.

^ "so... are you finally gonna admit you were jealous?" "uh, no, because i wasn't" (b says as they press kisses to a's neck and hold a close to their body).

"and i love you. i love it when you do the double-tuck thing with your hair when you're nervous, does [person c] notice that? do they know that when you shove your hands in your pockets, you're really just doing it so you can fidget without anyone knowing? or, what about the way you look at people–" and person a is in total shock the whole time.

person b is sulking after seeing person a reunite with someone they've been close to since forever (think family friend...yikes). person a thinks it's adorable and goes to "comfort" b by peppering their face with kisses and giving them words of affirmation.

✩ phrases/actions that have my legs divorcing by @loveisanimaginarydagger3000

Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it. 

“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh) 

“If you want something, you have to use your words.”  

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 

✩ fluff prompt list by @acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies

“You look really good in my clothes”

“I could just stare at you forever” “Creep”

“I wish you could see the way I see you”

“This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise”

“Come back to bed”

“My parents love you”

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!”

“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

“I'd be a great parent, I’m just saying”

“You remembered my birthday?”

“Come on, love, let’s get you home.”

[uselesssomebody]

𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 - joel miller x reader

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

words || 𝟚.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which the reader and ellie try to make joek the perfect christmas

a/n || i got the christmas fic out kinda on time?? i'm so shocked

➵ i will find it in myself to be consistent at some point. not yet tho. anyways this week has been hell so i'm happy i wrote something. this is not a 100% practical apocalypse christmas, but we work with what we have

➵ if you don't celebrate christmas or this fic is not for you, i'm working on a moon knight winter themed work to be posted before/at new years (with hopefully some hanukkah mentions!!) so if that interests you stay tuned!

➵ merry christmas if you celebrate! i hope you guys have had a nice ass extended weekend or are holidaying somewhere fun

➵ not edited (yet)

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff

joel had been everywhere since the outbreak started. quarantine zones in boston, traveling across the midwest, once being carted off all the way to montana. 

that didn’t change the fact that home was 2003 austin, texas. the last time his heart didn’t always race, the last place he didn’t have to sleep with one eye open. the last place he called home.

but dammit, if jackson wasn’t coming close. and why wouldn’t it? tommy was here, and ellie was - too. his heart didn’t beat like he’d just run a marathon - or from a group of raiders or stalkers. his sleep came naturally here - the bags under his eyes had began reducing. the restless nights didn’t come from flashbacks, or nightmares anymore, but rather, the woman sleeping next to him.

she always knocked out like a light after they were done, curling into the human furnace he essentially was, head finding its familiar place on the left side of his chest, his broad palm wrapped around her shoulder - pulling her closer. he didn’t mind - he got his nightly eyeful of her beauty: the peaceful expression on her face, the way her lips slightly parted as she puffed out air, the way a loose strand of hair might reach down to tickle her nose or her cheek, causing her to twitch in discomfort until he would push the offending strand back into place. 

he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head - a softness he never exhibited to anyone but his two girls - much to tommy’s chagrin. he smiles softly, lips curling as he remembers the events of the day. breakfast at the cantina, helping her help with some of the crops that the settlement was growing for self-sustenance, the both of them taking ellie to a friend’s house, enjoying lunch with her - a moment alone from the excitable teenager - before he left for his nightly patrolling duty, only to return to her and ellie a few hours later. 

a peaceful day. with the both of them.

he glances over at the large window shining the moon’s dim light into the room. it’s snowing, the white flakes reflecting the moonlight to create a glittery night sky, having already stacked onto the outdoor windowsill. 

that was one of the things that reminded him that this wasn’t austin. the *snow*. piling high on the roofs, a bitch to clear in the front of the little house the three of them shared - a chore she always managed to convince him to do. it wasn’t exactly a tough bargain: a small kiss to his lips, and a ‘pretty please?’, and - much to the amusement of ellie - he’d be out of the door with the shovel in an instant. joel liked the snow - it was, in many ways, aesthetically pleasing, if not a little inconvenient. 

and - well, a white christmas, right? who would he be to deny that beauty, especially for his favorite holiday of the year - back when things were normal. while tommy and him traveled together, though, he’d still offer an extra ration of food, reciprocated by a medkit or a bandage on tommy’s end. when he and tess were still together, they’d exchange guns. joel always got the short end of the stick - sometimes literally, once earning a pistol is exchange for a rifle. didn’t matter, though. tess was ecstatic, and it’s not like the two didn’t share.

that was one thing he was real excited for since bringing ellie here - getting her something she’d really want for christmas. and the same for her, laying next to him. using an elaborate network of spies (see: tommy and maria), he had discreetly collected the information as to what would interest them both. 

for ellie, 3 new editions of savage starlight, the joel had managed to find when he’d been assigned on runs away from the perimeter of the settlement. and for her, a cassette player, that he had tinkered with to get to work again. it had some of her favorite songs - the ones she’d heard from others after the outbreak, or the ones she’d remembered from before, and it had taken hours of looking around abandoned cars for the cassette tapes. he hoped to add to her collection for the new year, and to catch her able to actually listen to the songs she likes to hum to much in the shower, or around the house.

the only problem was… well, the atmosphere. it was a white christmas, sure, but the distinct reds and greens were missing from the town. there was a christmas tree up in the hall, but little else specifically regarding christmas, to his disappointment. maria’s explanation was to allow space for every winter celebration to breath. there was hanukkah candles around the settlement’s common areas, adding a distinct beauty in the flickering lights of the flames. similarly, kwanzaa candles were up anywhere that diwali’s clay lamps had been previously. the settlement had so many groups, that joel was sure that he missed other decorating items. and he didn’t mind a bit of it.

but he’d been so busy with everything, that he hadn’t had time to nurture the spirit of christmas that he enjoyed so much, even privately. he would have liked to wake up to a decorated tree, a flurry of red and green around the living room, but it was already christmas eve. and after the excitable day he’d had - now in the company of his love, and ellie just down the corridor, he figured he didn’t mind all too much.

he was home.

he was asleep. finally.

she sighs in relief, finally squeezing out of his snuggle. regardless of his years on the road, he was always a heavy sleeper - even more nowadays, with less apparent threats. thank god for her.

she’d had to pretend to be asleep a lot longer than she thought she’d have to, him obviously having a contemplative night before deciding to fall asleep, but she’s grateful it’s finally happened. sneaking out of the room, avoiding the floorboards she’d memorized as the creaky ones, she shuts the door with the smallest clack - but even that makes her wince. stilling for a moment to ensure joel hasn’t woken, she looks down the hall at ellie, who is similarly traversing the floor with caution. 

“he asleep?” ellie asks, and she affirms with a grin.

“out like a light.” ellie gives her a thumbs up, before they both make their way to the back door - which was perfectly larger than the front door. outside, tommy stands, looking bored out of his mind.

“jesus. what the hell took you guys so long?” he grumbles, which makes ellie giggle, muffling it behind her palm.

“he kept thinking, oh, you know how he is, tommy.” she brushes off his annoyance with a little smile, and he shrugs.

“yes, ma’am.” he salutes playfully.

“did you get it?” ellie asks excitably, and he nods, reaching around to the side of the house to procure the spruce tree - a net tied around it to ensure the branches wouldn’t hit anything. it’s about a foot taller than tommy, and it’s just perfect for the house. “c’mon, c’mon!” ellie insists in a hushed whisper, and the two of them help him with bringing the tree discreetly inside.

once it’s neatly in, tommy drops off his wrapped gift for joel, having already dropped off in the evening his and maria’s gift of the best christmas cookies - well, any cookies - ellie and her had ever eaten, and bids the two girls farewell. when the house is silent again, she looks at ellie.

“wanna do the tree, or the other stuff?” to no surprise to her, ellie’s response is immediate.

“tree."

after a half-hour of decorating and filling the living room with some semblance of christmas joy, she hoists ellie up as much as she can so the teen can place a makeshift, glittering star on the top of the tree. adorned in reds and greens, the living room looked perhaps more woodsy than like a shop display - due to the lack of a perfect tinsel replica - but the glitter and foil would have to as viable substitutes.

exhausted, the both of them sneak another one of tommy and maria’s cookies, before ellie places three gifts for joel under the tree - from the two girls and tommy - while she looks in joel’s not-so-hidden hiding spot, for all his goods he didn’t want her or ellie finding. she’d found it almost immediately after its creating though, and knew joel was hiding their gifts in there. though, as they were wrapped, they still remained a mystery to her as she placed them under the tree. 

the fruitful effort ends with a hug goodnight, before ellie wanders into her room to pass out, and she sneaks back into her and joel’s room, seeing him still in deep sleep - even snoring a little. 

with a big, fat beam on her face, she curls back up next to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and whispering,

“merry christmas, joel.”

the next morning, joel awakens to an agitated ellie tapping her foot on the floor, sitting at the foot of the bed, reading a book as she waited for him to awaken.

“oh, finally.” she sighs in relief, helping him sit up, as he wiped his eyes groggily, “c’mon, she’s making pancakes!” pancakes for breakfast was reserved for special days, and today was very special. with a half-smile, joel gets to his feet, grabbing and pulling ellie into his side my her shoulders, and hugging her tightly, ruffling her hair.

“merry christmas, ellie.”

“merry christmas, joel!” she chirps back, very animatedly. 

too animatedly.

joel’s eyes nearly bug out when they reach the living room, where this morning’s chef is standing, a big grin on her face.

“surprise!” she and ellie say in unison, as his eyes dart around to take in the christmas colors, the stockings, the - oh, the tree!

the little kid inside him was practically jumping for joy at the ornate tree that rose above a smattering of presents on the ground. 

she joins him and ellie, taking his other hand.

“like it?”

“like it? baby, i love it.” he kisses her cheek, holding the kiss, trying to convey how meaningful this was to him, and ellie playfully prods his side, pretending to cringe. in response, he lets out a big, hearty laugh - one of few - and ruffles her hair, squeezing her tighter. both, his silent thank you’s.

after a big breakfast of pancakes, they settle into the couch, gifts surrounding them. 

ellie goes first. she unwraps joel’s present to her - the new editions of the comic. she blows her lid in excitement, hugging him tightly, before beginning to wander off as she examines the comic, making the two adults laugh as they playfully beg her to come back.

then she goes. the bulky gift makes her curious, but, as the unwraps it, seeing the cassette tape, her eyes widen in shock, “baby, how on earth…?” her brows furrow as she internalizes the effort it must have taken him to collect all those songs. the looks she gives joel is nothing short of adoration, and that made every minute of the hunt worth it.

finally, it’s joel. tommy’s gift first, and it sloshes when he jiggles it. unwrapped, it’s a familiar label and liquid: a jack daniel’s old number 7, his go-to before the outbreak. surprised his little brother remembered, he grins lightly as he places the bottle beside him, looking forward to enjoying it. from her, he opens the gift to find a meticulously crafted, sewn and polished knife holster, “because i mentioned how old mine was?” he asks her softly, and she nods, with a sheepish smile, “i love it.” he affirms, tracing the edges, “my baby’s good at everything then?” he teases, and she giggles - much to ellie’s distaste.

“open mine, joel!” she insists, placing her smaller box in his arms. 

“hold on, ellie.” he laughs, taking the wrapping off meticulously. it’s an unassuming box, and, looking inside, his face sobers a little. 

it’s a watch. with a brown band, and a white dial - more importantly it works. immediately, ellie’s face falls.

“you don’t like it? i thought… you know, your watch doesn’t work, so-”

joel sighs, shaking his head as he pulls ellie to him to calm her.

“no, no - it’s not that.” he assures, throat constricting as he experiences a heartbreaking deja vu. 

they don’t know.

after a moment of silence, joel smiles.

“i think it’s great, ellie. i really like it, damn well needed a watch too - tommy always keeps me an hour and a half instead of an hour on our patrols, and i can never prove it. now i can.” he tried to diffuse the tension with a small joke, but ellie still looks a little concerned. she does too. 

joel immediately puts the watch on, but on his other wrist, leaving sarah’s watch untouched. “there.” he hums, examining the watch on his wrists.

“matches your boots,” she comments, and ellie lights up a bit.

“i did that on purpose.” joel smiles up at her.

“well thank you, ms. fashionista.” he teases, “now i don’t got an excuse to be late for dinner, huh?”

the two other finally crack, giggling a little.

“so you always know you’re late for dinner?” ellie teases, and he laughs.

“gotta give you two time to scheme alone, hmm?” he counters, “where would all these decorations have come from if y’all didn’t have a couple minutes alone at the table.” he teases.

“well, now, since you won’t be late, all three of us will scheme.”

“against tommy.” joel adds, and ellie laughs.

after a few more jokes, ellie goes to wear out her new comics, and the other two remain on the couch. lazily wrapping an arm around his neck, she hums.

“happy?”

“ecstatic.” he assures, with a content smile. she traces the new watch on his wrist - ellie’s.

“makes you look cool. like you’re a very busy man.”

“you say it like i’m not.” he jokes back, and she smiles.

“you’ve got enough time for us.” she counters, and he leans back, pulling her flush to him as he kisses her lips softly.

“you two are the only things i got time for.” he corrects. her cheeks heat.

“merry christmas, joel.”

“merry christmas.”

[raffe156]

Quick Drabble based around an ask from the lovely roaringinthedeep💖

Hope you like it 😂

“He’s going to say no”

“Noooooo really Kyle? What makes you think that?”

Kyle looked at you his face dead pan.

“I’m not going to tell him, I’ll keep him in your room”

“Wait what? Tank he’s not staying in my room! I’ve already got Lucy in there….”

You tilted your head.

“Lucy?….you named the cat lucy?”

“….yeh she’s pretty…an Lucy is a pretty name…why what?”

“No!….nothing, it is a pretty name!”

“Ohh an what you going to name this guy?”

“…..”

“Well?”

“Sid…”

“Sid?” Kyle cocked his eyebrow at you.

“Yeh Sid vicious”

“For god sake Tank! Wouldn’t he be better in one of the rookies room?”

“Nope, the majority of them already have a kitten or two each remember….the litter we found the other week? To be honest we’ve done pretty well considering…Price hasn’t clocked any of them yet touch wood!” You knocked on Kyles head laughing.

“Shit yeh we have…what about you keeping him in your room?…Price is more likely to be on my side of the base than he is yours, let alone your room!”

You went silent, your eyes wandering away from Kyles. He didn’t know how wrong he was.

“….No….no just get him in your room…I’ll send Rudy your way he said he can get some dog food but for now don’t let anyone see him! I’ll keep Price occupied”

You handed Kyle the makeshift lead and crouched giving Sid a kiss.

“Now you be a good boy for uncle Kyle! mummy is going to sort somethings out but I’m sure uncle Kyles won’t mind giving you a bath while she’s away! Yeh? Yeh? Good boy!” You scratched Sids ears.

“You want me to give him a bath? Tank!”

“Be a good boy Kyle!”

He was already mumbling something else but you had already walked away looking for Price.

*******

“Tank you really need to check over your mission reports before submitting them to me…not that I don’t mind this quality time that we get, but I’m practically rewriting this for you…” Price looked up at you.

You shifted on his lap, a pout forming.

“It’s hard when you have Soap reading out loud, sometimes I write what he’s saying..see that line there? Soap said that…” you rested you head on his shoulder.

“So why didn’t you rewrite it to make sense?” It was a genuine question.

“…..by that point I was too far in…anyway where were we?” You pressed yourself into him, your lips finding his earlobe. It made his face flush you could tell he liked it he was shifting in his seat.

“Haha I hope this isn’t a distraction tactic Tank?”

You stopped immediately, pulling back to look him in the face.

“What…what do you mean by that? Why would I need to distract you?” Maybe he was already on to you. Maybe one of the rookies had fucked up…

Price looked confused.

“I mean you are clearly trying to distract me from your shitty penmanship? And mildly inaccurate report?” Price cocked his eyebrow at you, he had a feeling you were hiding something else now and as if the universe had answered his suspicions there was a loud bang and shouting coming from the hanger.

Your head whipped to the direction of his office door a slight look of panic on your face, you could hear Kyle shouting followed by Rudy yelling something in Spanish.

Shit.

“What the fucks going on out there?” Price looked at you again.

“Don’t know…leave ‘em to it I say…” you tried your hardest to bring his focus back to you, but it was no good Price was already standing up causing you to slide off his lap.

Shit.

“Tank, something tells me that whatever is going on out there has something to do with you…please tell me I’m wrong..”

“You’re wrong?”

“Surprisingly I’m not convinced” an with that he walked out of his office with you close behind.

Price wasn’t prepared for the utter scene he was presented with.

Kyle was holding a cat, Soap was gripping a large “dog” by its collar an Ghost was holding a small black kitten in his hand, a crowd had gathered. What the actual hell? He glanced down at you, you 100% were behind this he knew that for a fact. He pinched the bridge of his nose an let out a large sigh.

“Can someone please help me understand what is going on? I know which individual is behind it but why has it now become a group project?”

“I haven’t a clue Captain, me an Ghost were just out here minding our business, just been tormenting some rookies…then all of a sudden out comes that cat Kyle has hold of being chased by this big wet bastard!” Soap readjusted his hold on Sids collar.

You looked at them both…Soap was soaked and Sid still have some foam on his coat. Kyle had tried to bath him!

Everyone looked at each other in agreement as Price turned to you again. You tried to think quick.

“Wanna explain yourself kid?”

“Not really sir no”

“Your not keeping him…”

Your face dropped, you knew that was going to be the answer…but you thought you would have more time to convince him.

“Why not…he can stay on base then we can ship him back with us…”

“That’s a coyote Tank…” Ghost didn’t even look up when he spoke, the little black kitten had made its way under his hoodie.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Soap an Sid…who was licking Soaps face. Oh on further inspection yeh he was kind of more wolf like than dog like….

Soap must not of heard Ghost as he now had Sid on his back an was rubbing his belly asking him ‘who’s a good boy’, Kyle looked mortified as he held Lucy closer to his chest.

“Well to be fair in the dark he looked like a husky mix…”

You looked at Price he wasn’t amused.

“Rudy can you sort this please, call the right people? I think we have enough wild animals on the base thank you” he sighed as he gripped the back of your neck.

“Oh so you know about the litter of kittens the rookies have, that where you got that little guy Lt?”Kyle looked shocked.

“Yep” Ghost answered.

Price rolled his eyes.

“No Kyle….I didn’t..”

Price’s grip on your neck got a tiny bit tighter.

Shit.

[officialtayley]

Hi ash, hope you are doing well

Just wanted to come here to send you and everyone some love back. You guys have been really nice to me about all that happened and i'm forever grateful for it. Please know I'm trying to get the fics back as soon as possible but also (hopefully) with some upgrades. Missed been over here, can't believe how much catching up I need to do 🤭, how fun has tour turned out to be!

Ps. Do you (or anyone) can think of any nicknames or terms of enderament that Taylor and Hayley have used on each other???

At least in my stories I try to make a distintion between the guys and Taylor so only he calls her Hayles as opposed to her friends that use H or Hayley too, same way mostly she calls him T, I went with Babe instead of baby cause that sounded like more of a Kayla and Zac thing and again, I like to make the subtle distinctions in the stories, but since i've started editing is gotteb painfully obvious how much I use said terms or their names and I'm running out of ideas. 'Tiny blonde and curly haired man' can only take you so far when writing, so please if you've got any suggestions don't be shy, i'd really appreciate it.

Lots of love,

Em x

EM!!!!!!!! WELCOME BACK!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN VERY VERY MISSED!!!!!!!!! <3

hm..... i don't think there's anything they call each other tbh other than hayley always calling him T. i know in an interview in 2011 taylor once said he calls hayley 'chay' but he didn't explain why.... it also makes me think of her and chad so it's a bit of an unfortunate one 😭 there's also "my love" thanks to liar but that's kinda it i think

if anyone else has any ideas then pls share!

[live-from-flaturn]

Brothers in Arms

partially inspired by a conversation with @shouyo-yo

Wordcount: 435

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“Hey, P’Kinn,” Chay approaches his brother-in-law and grins with disarming sweetness. “Can I have this?”

This happens to be a small Sig Sauer pistol with the safety engaged. Kinn’s eyes widen and he swallows thickly, throat bobbing. “Uhm…” 

His first instinct is obviously to think: What would Porsche say? What would Porsche want me to do?

Because Chay is Porsche’s younger brother, and Kinn’s partner is fiercely protective of his family. But Kinn also understands that Chay has grown up in a violent environment, surrounded by people who were (and are) constantly trying to hurt him or the people he loves. Surely Porchay knows how to handle small arms just as well as Porsche. He’s already been nineteen for three months. He’s an adult.

Plus Chay has been hanging around Kim for who knows how long (really, who knows? Kinn would also like to know, please and thank you), and Kim is a walking armory most of the time. Popstar alter-ego or no. 

Chay’s chirpy voice interrupts his thoughts: “P’Kinn?”

“Oh, right. Uh, sure… Kiddo?”

“Eeee! You’re so awesome! Thanks P’Kinn, you’re the coolest!” Chay does a few cheesy poses with the Sig, probably trying his best to channel James Bond or… Or that guy from Mission Impossible, whatever his name is. Kinn’s head snaps up when Chay speaks again, “Hey! Do I look like a superspy?” 

He does one more goofy movie-poster-adjacent pose and then, without pausing to hear Kinn’s answer, spins on his heel and makes for the door.

“I’m going to show P’Kim how cool I look. Thanks again, Phi!”

“Yeah. Alrighty, then. Go get 'em… uh, tiger.” 

Luckily, Porchay is already well out of earshot. Relieved, Kinn says a quick prayer of thanks for being saved from the embarrassment of anyone hearing such an awkward farewell.

As he passes through the foyer a few moments later, Kinn hears Kim’s raised voice filtering from just outside the Compound’s the main door: “Angel, are you carrying a gun? Like a real, operational gun?”

“Yeah! P’Kinn said I could have it!”

“When?”

“Just now.”

“Why?!”

“Because… I asked?”

“Can I have it, babe?”

“No! It’s mine!”

Chay giggles to punctuate his declaration, and the sound sends chills directly down Kinn’s spine. 

He’s been the sole head of the Main Family for over a year now, and before that he’d seen his Papa’s handiwork up-close and personal. But something about Chay’s laughter, just a hair to the wrong side of cutesy, has his blood running colder than ice-floes in his veins. 

Well this kid is perfect for Kim, obviously. They’re probably soulmates meeting again for another lifetime together. His romantic thoughts are interrupted by a not-too-distant shout.

“Hey! Kinn!” 

Time to become scarce.

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

Mun is 20+. No minors.

I'm non-selective. I'm down to RP with anyone, so don't be afraid to drop into my inbox/tag me in stuff! My style can sometimes lean a bit towards the lengthier side, but I don't expect anyone to try and match that.

I don't RP outside of the Resident Evil universe. I'm up for anything within it, though! I enjoy the games, the comics, the novels, etc. alongside the Anderson flicks.

I'm OC & AU friendly. I love to hear about 'em, too, so please share with me!

I multiship, so I'm open to pairing the Rains with various characters. Lemme know if you're interested in shipping.

I like having multiple threads. If you want to start a new thread with me while we already have another going, feel free!

I don't have any exclusives. If you see me already RPing with somebody who has the same muse as you, that doesn't mean that I'm not interested in interacting with you.

You'll find blood, gore, & violence here, so be warned. It appears both in my writing and occasionally in my icons or reblogs.

I don't write smut. My ace ass simply can't <3

Although I also write for the Rain clones, I always default to the OG Rain when replying. So if you'd like to interact with Good or Bad Rain, please specify!

There might be times when I'm slow at replying. I promise I'm not ignoring you. I've just got other stuff going on too, y'know? And on that note, I don't expect fast replies from anyone. Take your time!

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Rain comes from the 2002 film, Resident Evil. Alongside it and various headcanons, my interpretation of her is loosely based on the novelization, Resident Evil: Genesis. (I do have a lot of problems with that book and how she was written in it, though). The clones come from Resident Evil: Retribution and take loose elements from the novelization of the same name.

Name: Rain Melendez Ocampo [extended info sheet/verses here]

Eyes: Dark brown. However, I do occasionally make them partially light blue after infection.

Hair: Dark brown

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Dependent on verse.

In the movieverse, twenty-three at the time of the Hive Incident in 2002.

Also in the movieverse, her late twenties to early thirties in Extinction through to The Final Chapter, which ends in 2012.

In the game verse, her early twenties during the time of the Raccoon City Incident in 1998.

Height: 5'4"/163 cm

Sexual/Romantic orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic

Occupation:

Former LAPD police officer.

Paramilitary commando for the Umbrella Corporation. U.S.S. (Umbrella Security Service).

After Apocalypse, working to screw over her last employer and aid survivors.

In the gamverse, after Raccoon City, a BSAA soldier.

Personality: Rain is tough, intimidating, prideful, and full of tenacity. But beneath that rough exterior is a caring person looking to do good and help others. If sacrificing/putting herself at risk means saving someone, Rain isn't likely to hesitate.

She's fiercely loyal and protective toward friends, none of whom are safe from her ribbing or attempts to rough around.

Often, Rain comes off as crude and/or blunt since she isn't very careful with her words. If she has an opinion, she probably won't refrain from telling you. Vulnerability, however, isn't something that comes easily to her. She tends to simply close herself off with an "I'm fine."

You might find that she has a slight temper... Perhaps more than slight. Most call it hair-trigger. Her anger usually comes and goes in quick bursts.

Rain was heavily infected by the T-virus and received a dose of the antivirus when it should've been far too late. She should've died. Instead, she woke up sometime later in an empty hospital, having been put under quarantine and subject to various tests. She left, unsure of what exactly happened to her.

Name: Rain Melendez - AKA "Bad Rain" [extended info sheet/verses here]

Eyes: Dark brown. There's a faint red haze when her retinal implants are in use.

Hair: Dark brown

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Dependent on the verse.

In the Anderson flicks, in her twenty-three during Retribution, which takes place in 2012.

In the game universe, she'd realistically be alive sometime between the Raccoon City Incident in 1998 and Umbrella's end in 2004, during which she'd be in her early to mid-twenties. She could survive past that, though.

Height: 5'4"/163 cm

Sexual/Romantic orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic

Occupation: Security operative for the Umbrella Corporation. U.S.S. (Umbrella Security Service).

Personality: Rain is programmed to be ruthless, tough, and intimidating. She's cold, blunt, and matter-of-fact, typically to the point of heartlessness. Her care for others is incredibly minimal, and most of her loyalty lies where it was programmed to be.

When she's given orders, Rain follows them without question or hesitation. Vulnerability and weakness are something she very scarcely allows herself to show.

She's stubborn, being somebody who fights until her absolute last breath. There's also a fair amount of cockiness in her.

While not impossible to form a bond with her, it certainly isn't easy. If her programming breaks, she becomes much more like the Rain she was cloned from, but still far less selfless.

Rain is a clone manufactured by the Umbrella Corporation. She was created to protect one of their testing facilities. More specifically, Umbrella Prime, which is located underwater in Kamchatka, Russia.

Name: Rain Ocampo - AKA "Good Rain" [extended info sheet/verses here]

Eyes: Dark brown

Hair: Dark brown

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Dependent on the verse.

In the Anderson flicks, in her twenty-three during Retribution, which takes place in 2012.

In the game universe, she'd realistically be alive sometime between the Raccoon City Incident in 1998 and Umbrella's end in 2004, during which she would be in her early to mid-twenties. She could survive past that, though.

Height: 5'4"/163 cm

Sexual/Romantic orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic

Occupation:

(Programmed to believe she is an) environmental activist.

(Programmed to believe she is a) recycling worker.

In the game universe, after leaving Umbrella Prime, a member of TerrSave.

Personality: First and foremost, Rain is good-natured. She's always looking to do the right thing, help others, and stand up for what she believes in.

Although she prefers non-violence as a solution to problems, when it comes down to the wire, Rain will do what it takes to help somebody in danger. There's definitely a protective side to her. She's a quick learner and brave.

Most people would probably describe her as an ever so slightly awkward, quirky character. Often, she's somebody who will speak without thinking her words through.

Rain is a clone manufactured by the Umbrella Corporation. She was created as a civilian to be placed into a test simulation to demonstrate the capabilities of Umbrella's bioweapons. However, rather than dying like she was meant to, she survived the simulation.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Think of this as a bit of a prequel to my Jake is an er nurse au!

TW- terrible, kinda abusive/pressuring for sex oc cowboy bf for Jake. Don’t worry they break up.

Jake loves the rodeo. Decided to tag along with the guys that do it pro for a few years. Three years of this and he’s loved every second. Knows he won’t be a lifer like some of the guys though.

The men are a nice bonus as well.

He’s not a buckle bunny since he rides but goddamn does he love cowboys.

Emmitt is four years older then him. They’ve floated around each other for a few years. They compete in different circles, Jake rides bulls, Em rides horses.

Jake liked being pinned down and being made to ride his thigh until he’s crying.

He can hear his dads voice in his head telling him not to do anything or anyone too stupid.

Emmitt definitely qualifies as stupid. Twenty and twenty-five is definitely a stupid age gap. But the way he watches Jake ride makes it all worth it.

-

Jake is in the back of the truck, they’ve been making out for a good fifteen minutes. Jake hopes Em will decide to stick around after he fucks him tonight. They’re two nights out from another competition. Jake gets gently slapped in the face. Emmitt has a habit of doing that.

Jake’s not sure he’s a fan of it.

Suddenly there’s a pain in his leg. It’s been causing issues all week. Landed on his hip wrong last ride. “Em wait. Ow. Fuck my hip.”

Emmitt pulls back to look at Jake. He tilts his head. “Baby can’t take it come on. Please? For me?” Jake shakes his head “not tonight it’s fucked.” Emmitt sits back up. “Well guess I’ll be going then.” Jake scrambles to grab his wrist. “No stay!” The man looks at Jake. He grins like a shark.

“But sugar if I stay I’m just going to want to fuck you.” Jake blinks at him. He hears his dads voice saying if someone ever pressures him to walk away.

Jake shoves his shoulder, “we can make out but I’m not doing anything more tonight. If you’ve got an issue with it yeah you can leave.”

Emmitt leans over to kiss him. “Come on it can’t be that bad with how you were dancing with Ryan earlier.” Jake stares at him. “Fuck off don’t start this shit again. You know there’s nothing with me and Ryan.”

Emmitt shakes his head, “dunno seems like you’d hop on his dick pretty fast.” Jake can’t believe this. He shoves the door open and lands on his feet. “We’re not doing this. Go sleep it off Em.”

The problem Jake has is he’s lean. Has to be for riding. But Emmitt is bigger, stronger. Can’t blame Jake for having a type.

A hand latches itself around Jake’s wrist. He’s jerked to a stop. “Sugar stay. Don’t go be a pouty bitch. Or a slut.”

Jake spins, he rips his wrist out of the hold. “And just like that we’re done. Fuck you Emmitt what the hell. I’m not the one who gets drunk, flirts and feels up the buckle bunnies. You do that. You’re the slut.”

There’s a crack of a slap.

Jake can’t believe it.

He punches Emmitt in the face faster then he can think. His dads didn’t raise a pushover. Always said if he got hit he better hit harder

It makes Emmitt stumble. Jake grabs his hat and takes off for Ryan’s trailer. He hears footsteps behind him he runs faster.

He slams into the door and falls through, he shoves it closed. Ryan sits up from where he was with his own buckle bunny. “Hey. Uh. We broke up. He hit me. Hit him back. Didn’t like that.”

Ethan and Ryan blink at him. They both move at once. Ethan snatches the knife he keeps on the bedside table, Ryan grabs the shotgun from the kitchen.

They’re both just in boxers but they shove Jake behind them. Ryan rips open the door. “Emmitt were driving through Death Valley tomorrow, if you even think about touching Jake anymore you’ll not leave that Valley. You hear me?” Ethan sends the knife flying into Emmitts hat. There’s a scream.

“Fine! The slut wasn’t worth it anyways! Fucking whore! Fag ass dads too!”

Jake can only watch in fear. He’s never had a boyfriend this bad before.

Ryan pulls Ethan back from doing anything stupid.

They pull Jake onto the small couch. Ethan hands over a satellite phone. “Call your dads, tell them to meet us in Vegas. They’ll get to watch you win and you’ll have more people in your corner.”

Jake can only stare at the phone. “What if they’re mad.”

Ryan laughs, he pulls Jake under his arm. Jake leans into the bigger man, “your dads are the nicest people ever. If anything we’ll have to keep them from killing Emmitt.”

Jake smiles at that. Ethan lights a cigarette and passes it to Jake. Now Jake doesn’t tend to ever smoke but goddamn he feels like he deserves it today.

“I’ll grab you ice. Ethan go get the kid some food and something strong to drink.”

Jake smiles at them. He knows they’re giving him an opportunity to talk to his dads privately.

They lock the door after they leave.

Jake dials the house phone.

It rings and rings.

“Chris Seresin?”

Jake let’s put a sob he didn’t know he was holding. “Dad? Some shit went down. Can y’all come to Vegas?”

Jake listens as his dad yells for the other two. “Baby of course. We’ll throw down vacation time. What’s wrong?”

Jake opens his mouth and closes it. He curls tighter in the blanket Ryan gave him. “I uh, broke up with the guy I was seeing. He didn’t like that much. Slapped me. I punched him back. I’m in Ryan’s trailer right now.”

He hears his pa start planning a murder. Can hear tata telling him to calm down. Jake smiles at that, why did he ever think they’d be mad. “We’ll be there. Pretty sure David, Lucas, Holly and Wolf will be too. we can make a trip out of it.”

Jake wipes the tears off. Ryan slips back into the trailer. He gives a questioning eyebrow, Jake gives him a thumbs up.

“Alright I gotta go, I’ll see y’all in Vegas. I love you.”

There’s a chorus of love you’s back. And promises of making sure he’s okay.

Ryan pulls Jake into another hug after he hangs up and holds the ice.

“I’m gonna quit. Be an ER nurse. I can’t do this my whole life.” Ryan laughs. “You say that like this is my long term plan. But seriously Jake you’d be an incredible nurse.”

Jake props himself up to look at Ryan, “you should marry Ethan. He deserves it for putting up with all the cowboy shit. He’s a goddamn clothing designer, he should be in California.” Ryan gently shoved Jake, “how do you know I haven’t proposed yet?”

Jake shoved him harder, “you can’t shut up about him, I’d know.” Speaking of the man he comes back with a burger and bottle of whiskey.

“Merry Christmas kiddo, Lea Ann sends her regards.”

They flip on the radio, Ryan starts strumming his guitar to the songs. Ethan pulls out his sketch book and sketches the way Jake and Ryan are leaning on each other.

It’ll be a long time before Jake can hear sugar and be fine but he’ll get there.

-

The next morning Emmitt is gone. Lea Anne insists she has no idea when he left. Everyone smiles at Jake. They might not all like the fact he’s gay but they do take care of their own.

Especially kids.

And that’s what Jake is to most of them, a kid, twenty.

[tomb-bloom-noctem]

How do I say "I really want to explore what a close friendship or genuine found family relationship between Sonic and Shadow would be like (ideally trying to stick as close to in character as possible but also understanding there may need to be a little wiggle room provided to make it work.) And I have literally desired this since I was a child and I've never seen anything like it so I'm gonna do it myself." Without sounding like I'm trying to be anti Sonadow or "wHy cAn'T gUYs jUsT bE fRiEndS aNYmORe!?!?!?"

Maybe this is more of just a twitter problem but when I say over on that hellsite that this is a dynamic I wanna explore or to see if anyone else ever has, I always get hit by the sonadow fans for trying to attack their ship or accusations of being homophobic when all I said was I'd love to explore a different potential form of relationship between them. Sonadow isn't my favorite ship but come on. I don't hate it. I'm not interested in this just to spite the shippers. I just genuinely want to explore this route it's interesting to me.

(If anyone got any recommendations that fit this please send em my way I'd love to read them)

[astorythatwritesitself]

8, 12, 29 and +1 for the shep questions please!

8. What is their reaction to the Alchera mission? And after?

Initially? Adrian's reaction is 'ignore it'. There's so many more things to worry about, after all, so much to do, the sense of haste to stop the Collectors and all. No, she's totally not kind of terrified of confronting the fact that she died there (and besides, she'd already been kind of emotionally/mentally half dead since Akuze, in her words). But when they hit a bit of a lull (i.e. 'personally I hc there's a solid chunk of time they're trying to scout out leads on the Reaper IFF where it's just kind of nothing so that's where a lot of the side missions fit in')... she's convinced to do it, if only for her old crew.

It's strangely peaceful, in the end. It's a beautiful world, and she's glad for the chance to find the missing tags to send back to the crew's families/next of kin, especially since (she thought at the time) it seemed hers didn't make it. There's no tears, no... intense emotions, really? Just cold and quiet and calm; even for a while once she returns to the Normandy. It takes some time before she discusses it with anyone, too.

I think it's the tipping point to ending the whole fatalistic streak Adrian had going to some degree since even the first game - not all at once, of course, and there's a lot of 'two steps forward, one step back'. But holding your old helmet in your hands, on what was essentially your grave for a short time... 'really forced to confront your mortality/Ship of Thesus-esque nature so hard you experience the human equivalent to integer overflow' isn't an approved, recognized, or even good method of self-improvement, but it does something!

12. Does Shepard have any nicknames? What do they think of em?

A few, aside from the canon ones: (fine with all of those, though 'siha' has a bit of a rough patch at one point...)

Addy, from her parents when she was little - and yes, they do still use it on occasion; she's only a tiny bit mortified when one of them uses it within earshot of a crewmate.

Briefly picked up 'Tech' in college, as the designated 'fix it' guy among her friends. That one dropped off once they went their separate ways, never felt too strongly either way.

Only half counts since they never repeated, but: an increasingly sickening array of pet names from Kaiden during the SR-1 days (Mistaken observation that led to good-natured faux dating and a war to see how far it could go before Adrian finally cut comms mid-conversation. 'Mon biquet' was the... 'winner', on the grounds of 'I can tolerate a lot of things, Kaiden, but not invoking French'). She's... very glad none of those come up again.

29. How active is Shepard? Are they hitting the gym, playing sports, or do they prefer quieter downtime?

Loves swimming and used to do it competitively, but that one's kind of dropped off over the years; she defaults to running laps or biotics practice now; anything to fully engage the body. Even her 'quiet' downtime is usually spent buried in work, though. It's a long while before she can handle downtime without moving or having something else to occupy her mind - but it does happen, eventually.

(+1: what does Shepard smell like?)

Goes for sea salt or rain scents whenever possible, plus general biotic electric or ozone scent - but, any active combat periods will inevitably include some combination of metal, dirt, blood, and occasionally singed flesh/hair (because someone keeps zapping themselves while fiddling with electronics they're not supposed to).