#take travis...... and make him fuzzy

[varesai]

merry christmas!

featuring... tecchou suehiro, jouno saigiku, chuuya nakahara, nikolai gogol, kinich, wriothesley, lyney, kamisato ayato, kaedehara kazuha, boothill.

description... what do you guys do on christmas day??

authors note... MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS GUYS i wanted to write small little things about each of my favs from my three main fandoms lolllll! i hope all of ur guys christmas is going so well so far :)))) quite literally wrote this by alternating between hyaena by travis scott and tyler durden by madison beer so this might be all over the place

*i do take requests by the way!!!!! i'm just writing my own thoughts for now

warnings... none! some do lean towards fem!reader tho

🎧 all i want for christmas is you : mariah carey

tecchou suehiro

really, all the man wants to do is take the day to sleep and hangout with you.

there's some gift exchanging, you both picked out a few little things for each other that you passed over during breakfast. but then it was straight back to bed for both of you. all he wants to do is cuddle you all day. it's so cold out, and when does he ever get to have a day off????

you watch some christmas movies and make a nice dinner in the afternoon. he's mainly just watching, hanging out next to you (and accidentally getting in your way, but that's alright) because seriously, who would trust this man to cook.

to the both of you, it was a very relaxing day. staying inside, drinking tea and hot chocolate while snuggling up to each other. he just wishes he didn't have to get right back on his work schedule tomorrow...

jouno saigiku

he's so used to getting up early, that the day starts at 6:30 in the morning (if you're lucky).

like tecchou, he doesn't go full out with gifts. you've pretty much got everything you need, and he only heard you mention just a few things you've been looking at. so he got that for you.

you both exchanged gifts before you got out of bed. and when you did, you went out for a nice little breakfast and took a walk around the city. it was very pleasant; you got coffee and had walked to look at all the christmas displays (although he may not be able to see them, the most important part of it all was getting to spend his day with you).

dinner isn't very big at all. you were out all day, and you got a nice breakfast, so dinner was just what it could be any regular day.

the night was ended with cuddles to sleep! he's not one for physical intimacy, but sometimes, during times like these, it's nice.

chuuya nakahara

oh, what a lavish christmas you had.

the tree was piled with gifts. all for you. you insisted it was far too much, that what you'd bought him would never amount to this, but he waved it off, taking the gifts you got for him out of your hands and opening them with gratitude.

he made breakfast while you opened the rest of the gifts. a nice set of earrings, a new expensive handbag, you name it. you thanked him with a fat kiss on the lips before digging into breakfast.

it was a pretty chill day. he took you out for a very nice dinner later on, saying it was the "grand finale" to his gift giving. he was sure to order the most expensive red wine on the menu, letting you indulge in whatever you wanted (even though he never looks at the prices).

he ended it off by opening up a wine he treasured and sharing the bottle with you when you both got home. you were curled up on the couch under a fuzzy sherpa blanket, before eventually falling asleep on his shoulder.

nikolai gogol

an interesting christmas, to say the least...

he was so excited! he looked like a kid in a candy store, which made you laugh. he got you gifts that he absolutely knew you'd enjoy, making sure to compare them to things you tend to gravitate to and going from there.

he was also all the more grateful for what you got him, of course.

somehow, it was a more relaxing day. but he was extremely clingy.

when i say extremely, i mean extremely. if you needed to get up to grab something from the kitchen, or you were hungry, or whatever it may have been, he wouldn't let go of your waist, slowly walking with you to wherever it may be you needed to go (besides the bathroom. but he'd still put up a fuss about you leaving him in the "freezing cold").

it kinda stayed like that the whole day. you eventually had dinner, and that felt like the only separation you had from him (which, in the nicest way possible, felt like a breath of fresh air. but you could never be tired of him, right?)

you ended the night with a warm bath, sitting in his lap as he gently washed your hair. gentle was a huge contrast to who he is and what he'd usually do, but it's nice for a change every so often.

kinich

honestly, it felt like a regular day to kinich. he never really got a true christmas when he was younger, so he never viewed it as something he needed to celebrate.

that was until you came along.

all you both wanted to do was sleep in, but there's no way in teyvat ajaw was going to let you. he woke kinich first (because your his favorite human, and he's just there to annoy kinich) and demanded that kinich wake you up.

the day started with gift exchanging, as it usually goes during christmas. you gave your gifts to kinich and ajaw, and ajaw and kinich gave theirs to you. ajaw was seemingly very satisfied with the tiny little green scarf you knitted him.

you made a light breakfast before going into the inner city of natlan and joining in on the small christmas festival that was going on. you met up with mualani and kachina, and ajaw showed off his brand new scarf (a good way to keep him occupied from being a total bitch. you and kinich were very proud when mualani asked you what you changed).

it was like that up until dinner, where you stopped at a small little restraunt on the way home. kinich put ajaw in timeout, so you could have this moment together. the walk home was even more peaceful, and after getting home, it was straight to bed.

wriothesley

if i'm being honest, he probably forgot it was christmas...

he had gifts ready, but being down in the fortress almost every day screws up the sense of time, it seems. that was until you hurried up the stairs to his office, a few boxes in hand. he took the ones he had for you out from under his desk, and you opened the gifts while chatting over tea.

sigewinne came by to wish a merry christmas and handed you two little cards before heading back to work. they were the same cards, just different little messages on the inside (sigewinne is so sweet i love her so much i just had to include her...)

you both went up to the surface and took a walk around fontaine before heading off to have an early dinner. lyney and lynette were having a little christmas special magic show, so you bought tickets, and would see the show after dinner.

dinner was pleasant, and so was the walk to the opera epicles. you both found your seats and intently watched the show, performed by the one and only, lyney and lynette.

after the show was over, it was about time to head home. he normally would have stopped by the fortress once more, but chose not to because he just needed to have the rest of the night with you. there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and though it was a little chilly, the night ended with a little bit of stargazing.

lyney

he's so excited!! christmas is his favorite holiday, mostly for the fact that it brings all of his family and friends together.

he couldn't wait for today, specifically because he put his blood sweat and tears in finding you the perfect gift. when i say perfect, i mean something that you've mentioned a bunch, while also resembling him in a way.

and when he saw your face after you opened it, full of shock and gratitude, he almost died of a heart attack.

you spent the day with him, lynette, and freminet. you and freminet were making the food for dinner while lyney and lynette were performing little magic gigs in the inner city. it gave you some time to bond with freminet, and he turned out to be quite the help in the kitchen!!

dinner between you four was very pleasant. there was idle chatter, along with some nice jazz music in the background. the food was all devoured with only a few leftovers, which you decided you'd reheat them for lunch tomorrow.

lynette and freminet went back home, leaving you and lyney to yourselves. you cuddled the night away, eventually falling asleep in each others arms.

kamisato ayato

the morning started by sleeping in. he really enjoyed that he was able to allow himself that joy for at least one day.

he didn't go crazy on gifts, just got a couple little things that may be small, but are very luxurious. bracelets, maybe a nice necklace, a hand-made kimono by the one and only chiori (although you wonder how he made that happen).

you both decided to have a slow morning. a little breakfast, then getting ready for the day. you both went into town, simply taking a little walk in order to pass time.

ah, but dinner was very luxurious. you had it with ayaka and thoma. the chefs had worked multiple hours, just for a bunch of food that may not even be eaten... but that's okay. there were so many options, and once you took your pick you sat down next to ayaka.

after dinner was over, you fell asleep almost instantly. you quite literally handed in your empty dish, bid ayaka and thoma a goodnight, and headed to shower. once you got out, you found ayato lying on his side. the night ended when you curled into his chest, shutting your eyes.

kaedehara kazuha

he started your day by waking you up with breakfast in bed, and a fresh cup of tea to go with it. after you finished eating, you both grabbed the presents you had for one another and exchanged gifts. he didn't splurge, he got you something that would be meaningful to you for the rest of your life. he's not one to attempt to buy your love.

you took a long walk. it was very refreshing - the harbor was bustling, and the breeze was cool and crisp, perfect sweater weather in your opinion. you took a break on a cliff, watching the waves, and eventually watching the first part of the sunset before walking back home.

dinner wasn't very big, making smaller portions that you both knew you could eat and going from there. he surprised you with a bottle of nice wine, and you drank that with the steak that was also served.

while cleaning the kitchen, there was christmas music playing in the background, and you both were dancing along a little bit. eventually, a song you both enjoyed came on, and you dropped everything and started to slow dance.

slow dancing ended up laying on top of one another on the couch, your head on his chest. and eventually, you closed your eyes. another successful christmas, you think to yourself.

boothill

this could go two ways. he could absolutely forget the holiday even existed and goes about it on a normal day, or he'd be super excited about it.

if it goes the first way, you'd just continue your day as if it was any normal day. you'd give him a small little gift though, and he'd immediately feel bad because he forgot. please reassure him that the gift isn't the thing that matters the most to you.

he'd take you out to a nice dinner, though. penaconys fanciest restraunt. he thinks it's the least he can do to make up for him being forgetful, and it worked. you completely forgot about the fact that he forgot the gift, and he eventually made it up to you by finding something really worth it and bringing it back to you.

if it went the second way, he'd probably wake you up pretty early to show you your present. you'd be scrambling to grab his and he'd be right up your ass until you saw everything he gave you (who can blame him? he's proud of himself).

he wants to spend all day with you. he also made sure to establish a while ago that there must be a tree. to really get into christmas spirit! you'd make a fire and watch some movies before he has you come with him to a nice dinner.

it's not the nicest place in penacony, but the food is certainly amazing. you chatter over your food, catching up with one another since he had just arrived from a pretty long mission.

the night ends with cuddles, cuddles, and even more cuddles! he hasn't seen you in a while, he's obviously gonna want to be all over you for the time he has with you. he falls asleep immediately, which leads you to slumber, as well.

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Travis liking a guy

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Yellowjackets warnings, mentions of grief and parental loss, minor internalized homophobia, implied sex toward the end

feeling iffy about this one but i couldn't for the life of me do a oneshot

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Travis has always struggled socially. He's the solitary quiet kid in the back of the class with his head down and a permanent scowl on his face forced to watch his parent's impending divorce without having anyone to talk to about it. He's the kid who got bullied and learned the only way to escape it was by making others avoid him, leaving him in an even ditch of loneliness. His father's job at the school and his traditional views only help stew the resentment and anger bubbling in his chest.

His reputation at school precedes him, whether it's as Coach Martinez's cruel son or 'Flex', and it frustrates him to no end. He wants more than that. He wants friends; he wants to be invited over to others' houses to escape his own; he wants to sneak out his bedroom window to meet up with someone; he wants to so desperately share his loneliness with someone; he wants to be held. He watches his classmates effortlessly join cliques and fall in love and feels as if he's on the outside staring in.

Until one school day when he's late for class and the teacher reprimands him in front of the whole class so tears threaten to sting the back of his eyes but crying is for girls so he knows his father would scoff at the sight of him and his hearts beating too fast and- a hand, gentle and warm, is set on his shoulder.

"Travis?"

The voice is soft and filled with warmth. Travis recognizes it immediately without having to glance at the person he's sitting next to and for a moment, he's completely and utterly shocked that (Y/N) Taylor, of all students, would know him.

Travis glances at him, from the corner of his eye at first, before he forces himself to look at the football player. (Y/N) smiles at him and Travis searches for the slightest hint of something mocking or mean in it. He finds none. 

"Mr. Baldwin's a dick." (Y/N) says sympathetically and Travis naturally braces himself for the punchline, for the rug to be violently ripped from underneath him. But it never comes. "I hear his wife's leaving him, though, so I guess karma's a bitch." His eyes crinkle with an amused smile before he leans back into his seat and pulls his hand away from Travis's shoulder. 

Travis can't focus for the rest of the day. (Y/N)'s touch lingers on his shoulder, and the fuzzy feeling that invades his stomach sends him spiraling. 

Travis was raised with traditional views: the man of the house provides while the wife cleans, cooks, and takes care of the children, anything less than that is wrong. Men are supposed to be strong, confident, and masculine who go into hard-working jobs, find a pretty wife, and have children. So, when he begins to get butterflies around (Y/N), it propels him into a world of confusion. 

He likes girls. He likes slim girls and curvy girls. He likes funny girls and sweet girls. He likes looking at the nude bodies of women in the magazines he keeps hidden underneath his bed. He can never bring himself to even glance in the direction of women's underwear in stores unless he risks having to rush to the bathroom because of teen hormones. He can't understand why he begins seeking (Y/N) out in the locker room after gym class or why he lingers near the football field during training. He likes girls. 

He knows about gay people, everyone does, but he's also heard his father spew enough things about them to know it's not something he should even dare bring up at home. He tries finding solace in the fact he's not doing anything wrong if he likes girls... but every time he tries to focus on one of the pictures in his magazines, (Y/N)'s face flashes in his mind.

It's hell for Travis. He can't focus, he can't understand, and it frustrates him. It makes him snappy and mean and every time he gets home from school he stomps right past his perplexed mother and groans into his pillow until he needs to come up for air. He convinces himself that avoiding (Y/N) is the solution but by the time he comes to that conclusion, the WHS girl's soccer team is set for nationals and his father refuses to let him stay home. 

Fucking father-son bonding time. It's too little too late in his opinion. And, because Travis is the unluckiest guy in the world, he comes to learn (Y/N) was forced to accompany his sister on the trip to Seattle when he spots him stepping into the plane. (Y/N) greets him with a smile but he sits beside one of the girls instead of beside him, and Travis despises the jealousy that bubbles in his stomach. He watches them interact until the plane's plummeting into the wilderness. 

Travis's feelings are put on momentary hold while he collects himself. His father's dead, and every mean thing Travis ever thought or said about him fills him with regret. He's overwhelmed, too overwhelmed to deal with his brother's emotions while trying to juggle his own. Emotions aren't his strong suit. Emotions are something he shoves down and ignores until they erupt at the worst moments. He snaps and bitches and complains and sits in regret afterward.

When (Y/N) glares at him for the first time, he finds a spot far from the others and cries. Embarrassment grapples him immediately, because why the fuck is he crying over some guy not liking him but he can't help it. Everything is too much for him and the one person who treated him with kindness not liking him sends him over the edge. 

Things begin looking up when they find the cabin, and then again when he makes amends with Natalie Scatorccio. She allows him to soften up, to lower down his walls, and reconsider everything his father taught him. She's too observant and she notices something's up almost immediately.

Travis can't focus. 

Natalie's talking to him about something, some complaint about Jackie and her attitude, but her words flow in one ear and right out the other. He can't focus on anything, really. Not Natalie, not the twittering birds above them, not the rustling of the branches rubbing together, not the girls chatting animatedly a few feet away. His body remains stiff and his eyes locked on the boy waiting by the cabin's porch. 

Shauna hit an artery while cutting their latest kill and it'd sprayed blood all over (Y/N). She lingers by him, fiddling with her hands and blurting out an apology every few minutes while he cleans the crimson droplets from his face and arms. The blood isn't what fills his head with white noise, it's the fact he's gone shirtless because Van told him to wait while she searches for a shirt for him.

Travis's throat tightens when he feels a simmer of disappointment once Van stumbles outside flinging a shirt in her hand. He isn't supposed to be disappointed.

"Travis?" 

"Huh? Yeah?" Travis blinks at Natalie and offers his best apologetic half-smile when she deadpans, his eyes unwillingly flickering back toward (Y/N). "Something about Jackie and, uh..."

Natalie lifts a single brow, far from impressed, and tilts her head toward the porch where his eyes keep gravitating to. "You know, you can talk to him, right? He won't bite." 

"You think he wants to talk to me?" He scoffed at the very idea. "C'mon, Nat."

"We're not in high school, Travis. He's not Wiskayok's star football player anymore, he's just (Y/N) Taylor, the poor guy who got adopted into the Taylor family." Natalie brushes back some of her bleached blonde hair and watches (Y/N) for a little while longer before her lips draw into a wide grin. Travis's stomach drops in a heartbeat. 

Without saying a word, Natalie stands up and flings the rifle over her shoulder. She reaches down toward him and grabs a fistful of his shirt, promptly forcing him to stand up with a stagger and reluctantly follow after her as they make their way through the small clearing until they reach the porch.

Travis stands behind her, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot and dreading whatever idea Natalie has conjured up on a whim. (Y/N) tilts his head at them like a puppy and Travis feels his knees buckle.

"(Y/N), Travis and I were thinking since you're the one with the most potential, we should give you shooting lessons. Just in case one of us can't go out hunting." Natalie suddenly cringes and brings her hand to her lower abdomen, her acting impressive enough that it makes Travis worry for a split second. "I'm getting cramps, though, so Travis offered to give you the lessons by himself until I feel better. Right, Travis?" 

His eyes flicker back and forth between Natalie's shit-eating grin and (Y/N)'s confused smile. Natalie raises her brows expectantly and widens her eyes at him, subtly nodding toward (Y/N). Travis weakly nods. "Y-Yeah," Fuck. "I, uh, yeah, I-I can teach you." He clears his throat and folds his arms over his chest. "I'm not going to baby you, though." Natalie rolls her eyes.

"Uh, okay." (Y/N) lets out a short laugh and shares a glance with Shauna, his brows twitching downward briefly before he looks back at them and shrugs. "Whatever I can do to help out more, I'll take it."

"Great!" Natalie shoves the rifle into Travis's chest. "Good luck."

Travis is shit out of luck and is positive he's making a fool of himself the second they disappear into the trees surrounding the cabin. His grip on the rifle is hard and he stares at the ground most of the time because flirting isn't something he can do without getting mocked and he has no idea how to ask another guy if he likes guys. Travis can barely handle dealing with girls up close, he's certain he's losing his mind when (Y/N)'s arm brushes against his. 

Travis does, however, know how to shoot a gun and he forces himself to focus once they reach the area he and Natalie often use for practice. His mind promptly fills with that white noise when his hands go over (Y/N)'s to adjust them into the proper positions. His heart thrums in his ears and he's so sure he's going to do something dumb that he feels compelled to blurt out something mean just to make himself feel better. But he resists. 

"Damn." Travis whistles, impressed. There's only one empty can standing out of five and Travis can't help but wonder why he opted out of becoming a hunter in the first place. "You barely need the practice."

"Yeah," (Y/N)'s voice sounds strained and when Travis looks back at him, he spots the sheepish smile on his face. "Blood makes me squeamish. Shauna was actually trying to do some, uh, exposure therapy. It's why she felt so bad about what happened." His shoulders shake with a laugh and Travis can only smile like an idiot at the sound of it. 

Because they're in the wilderness and things are far from normal, Travis has to improvise how he goes about trying to befriend (Y/N). It's hard, primarily because he's never gone out of his way to become friends with someone. Most of the time, he fucks up and they go running in the other direction. But (Y/N)'s too polite and Travis is determined to at least become his friend, if not more.

He tries to hunt and forage for the things (Y/N) likes the most, so much so it annoys Natalie. He's not good with words and physical touch so soon and so publically sounds like hell to him, so he resorts to gift-giving and spending time with (Y/N). He seeks his approval, yearns for it really, and it's so embarrassing but worth it when he gets a smile and praise.

Eventually, with constant egging from Natalie, Travis finally seeks him out when he's alone.

"What's up, Trav?" (Y/N) greets him, his happiness so infectious Travis waves at him until he catches himself and internally groans. He wants to be cool, he needs to be cool. It's hard when just looking at (Y/N) makes his insides all fluttery. "Did you need something?"

"No, I, uhm.." Crap, what was it that Natalie told him to say? "I.. I wanted... I.. I have something I.." Travis wants to walk into the lake and never resurface. At least death would spare him the hell of confessing his feelings. He scratches the nape of his neck and shuffles closer to where (Y/N) is plucking berries from a bush. "I.. I.."

(Y/N) smiles at him sweetly and Travis gives a quiet sigh. His fingers fidget with each other, fingertips pressing and brushing over the wrinkles on his knuckles while his eyes jump back and forth between the ground and his face.

(Y/N) stands up, his makeshift basket forgotten on the forest floor, and closes the distance. Travis's instincts tell him to step back but his brain and heart refuse to. He freezes and stares wide-eyed at him. 

He swears he almost falls over when (Y/N) kisses him. It takes him a moment to react, to realize he's not dreaming and this is actually happening. When (Y/N) begins to pull away, Travis chases after him, his lips clumsy and movements awkward as he tries to figure out where to put his hands. He settles for clutching the collar of (Y/N)'s jacket and practically melts when (Y/N)'s arms wrap around him securely. 

His face is burning hotter than the sun glaring down at them but his body is buzzing with life and giddy when they pull back. (Y/N) smiles at him again, this time more teasing, and he bumps their noses together. 

"You're not very subtle, Martinez."

Travis is on cloud nine. He's nicer, kinder, more empathic, and quite frankly, it weirds out the girls but they much prefer this version of him over the snarky and mean-spirited boy they boarded the plane with. Travis has never been in a relationship before but he finds it quickly addictive. He gets to sneak around, steal glances and share secret smiles, have inside jokes no one else gets. It's invigorating for him.

Because this is his first relationship ever, it's foreign territory for Travis and he mostly goes off what he's seen or heard prior to the crash. His gifts come in the form of flowers, he makes sure (Y/N) is the first to get a plate after the food is cooked, and he's quick to snap when one of the other girls gets an attitude with him. Travis is protective, he can't help it. He wants what's best for (Y/N).

The relationship is largely kept secret until doomscoming when Tai and Van announce their relationship. Seeing the two of them smiling at each other so lovingly and without a care in the world for what everyone else thinks emboldens him. When the girls start screaming the lyrics of Kiss from a Rose as their music, Travis swoops toward (Y/N) and asks him to dance. (Y/N) laughs (Travis swears he blushes) and accepts, much to the shock of his sister. 

Travis rides the high of it all, as well as leans on a strange feeling seeping into his body, and steals a condom from Coach Scott when he heads back to the cabin with (Y/N). Travis lives for praise, lives for affection and attention after being deprived of it. He's also a hormonal teenage boy, and he pounces on his boyfriend the second things grow heated. He's nervous, but the worry of somehow messing up is overridden by a euphoric sensation clouding his head. 

It's only until later, when the girls return to the cabin in the morning, that they learn of Misty drugging the stew. Travis's is internally.. grateful. He'd been too nervous to go further than touching over and under clothes but the shrooms gave him a boost of confidence and he's too in bliss to pay the girls and the growing tension much heed. He shrugs off the argument between Shauna and Jackie and advises (Y/N) to do the same.

Regret sets in quickly when they discover his sister's corpse in the snow.

[juuuulez]

breeding kink trav him finishing inside u then fucking it deeper into u🤪🤪

okay but this and a post-rescue travis.

like living together on a farm, away from everybody else. slowly getting used to regular life again. it’s a nice transition because it gives you both the opportunity to still feel connected to the wilderness in some way.

travis gets to see you wearing cute little summer dresses, your hair all clean. he loved you before but still, something about seeing how you just glow.. gets him going.

especially when spring rolls around, and the ducks have babies. you get so excited about the little chicks, carrying around a little fuzzy duckling. travis is overwhelmed with the urge to keep you, to make sure you wouldn’t ever leave him.

what better way to do that, than giving you a baby.

suddenly travis is insisting on having sex each morning, and of course you wouldn’t complain. he’ll fuck you slow and deep, whispering praises about how pretty you are, how pretty you’ll be.

he makes sure to pull at least one orgasm from you, making sure your walls clamp down, sucking him deep. starving off his own release for as long as possible until he just can’t hold it, finishing deep inside.

travis takes a moment to kiss you, his hands soothing some of the bruises forming on your thighs. after that first wave of sensitivity passes he pulls out, only to thrust back inwards. slow and lazy, pushing his seed as deep as possible. and he has the audacity to grin as it makes you moan, kissing your cheek.

he leaves to tend to the animals, leaving some water at your bedside and a pillow under your hips to keep them elevated. you best believe he’ll be back for another good fuck the second he gets some downtime.

[bullet-prooflove]

4500 Follower Celebration Bingo - The Vet: Rip Wheeler x Reader

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Prequel to upcoming September piece Broken - Travis Wheatley

Thrill of the Chase (NSFW) - Rip has always loved the thrill of the chase.

 If You Want Me, You Can Have Me - They say that Rip Wheeler doesn't have a heart.

Stay Tonight - Rip asks to stay the night.

Use Your Words (NSFW) - Rip teases you.

Clover - Rip comforts you.

Rip’s at the Foreman’s House when he hears the gunshots echo over the pasture in the darkness. He’s just uncorked that bottle of that red you like from the winery in town because it’s been over a year since you stole this old cowboy’s heart and he wants to do something special to mark the occasion.

“I’m on my way.” You had promised him only a few minutes earlier when you’d called him. “I just need to check in Artemis.”

Gina’s horse had injured it’s leg during a barrel racing exercise a week ago and you’d been treating her since. Her cottage is less than a mile down the lane from Rip’s residence so he knows it won’t take long for you to arrive.

The instant he hears the two gunshots, something twists in his chest because they’re close, too fucking close. Both his home and Gina’s are on the Dutton’s land so he knows no one would dare go hunting in these fields. He tucks his own gun into the waistband of his jeans before he snatches up the keys to the truck and hurtles out the door.

Gina’s driveway is unusually busy when he pulls up outside her residence. There’s a black SUV he doesn’t recognise parked alongside the stables and your pickup blocks his path, the engine still running, the driver’s door thrown open.

Already he can hear the sounds of scuffle coming from the stable, shadows flicker against the warm illumination as a man curses and wood creaks.

“Touch that fucking horse and I will fucking kill you.” He hears you spit as he swings into the stables, his own gun drawn.

The scene before him is far from the one he expected.

Teal Beck is sagged against the door of Artemis’s stall, cradling his right arm close to his chest as blood jets from his badly broken nose. Dislocated shoulder, Rip assumes as Artemis paces her stall, tossing her head and grinding her teeth.

You’re standing with a Glock clasped in both your hands, finger on the trigger, weapon trained on Beck. There isn’t a single waver in you, your feet are spread apart, shoulders aligned just like they taught you when you signed up for a career in the Army as a miliary veterinarian. You’d done three tours before you resigned your commission and returned to Montana to take over your daddy’s practice.

“He was coming in here to kill the horse.” You tell Rip with a tone that could freeze the rivers of hell.

Of course, you’d go this crazy over a fucking horse. You leave and breathe for the animals under your care, every charge takes a tiny piece of your heart and you’d protect them with your life.

“You need to check on Gina.” You tell him, inclining your head slightly as you keep your eyes Teal. “Where there’s one Beck brother…”

There’s usually another.

Malcolm Beck’s been making his displeasure about his ex-wife known ever since that rodeo journalist had published the article about her come back. They’d all thought she was down and out after being kicked to the curb by him but now she’s back on the circuit, winning for the Yellowstone. She’s been spotted in the company of the rodeo king himself, Travis Wheatley.

It must have pushed every single one of that SOB’s buttons to see she was succeeding without him.

“Go.” You say again, this time more urgently. “I can take care of Teal, but Gina needs help.”

Rip’s already in motion, rushing from the stable as you keep the gun fixed on younger Beck brother.

“You better fucking hope he hasn’t laid a hand on her.” You say to Teal, your finger tightening on the trigger. “Otherwise you won’t live to see another sunrise.”

Teal smiles at you through bloody teeth.

“If that girl ain’t dead yet, she’s gonna wish she was by the time my brother’s finished with her.”

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[littlejackets]

✩˚｡⋆ What's Up, Tiny?

pairing ¦ cg!travis little!nat

summary ¦ Nat manages to get sick during winter from the hunting, and Travis is there to take care of her when she regresses from it.

tags ¦ sfw, fluff, age regression, swearing, sickfic

Ao3 User (if you wanna support there 🫶) ¦ fictionalstorms

Hunting during the winter was a pain in the ass. It was cold, it was wet, there were almost never any animals outside, and no matter how many layers of clothing you put on your body, it almost never felt like enough in a Canadian winter.

But alas, it was Travis and Natalie's job and they had to do it. However, hunting day after day in the snow definitely tired them out. Travis usually wouldn't make out too bad by the time he was done, usually just coming back a bit cold. Nat on the other hand, would pretty much always come back freezing and barely able to walk due to how sore her legs were after trekking through the snow with heavier clothing on.

One thing that neither of them had ever considered, on the other hand, was the concept of illness. I mean, what were the chances they would actually ever get sick? They were only ever around the rest of the group and far away from civilization, surely that was enough to keep any possible sickness at bay.

Until this morning.

Nat woke up feeling like her throat was getting skinned from the inside, and she could barely breathe through her nose. She tried to sit up, but she felt too weak to even do that. She let out a groan and rolled over to see Travis, who was already awake and looking down at her with concern.

"Are you okay?" Nat asked him, already knowing that was a very stupid question.

"Yeah, but do you feel okay? You're really warm and you look kind of rough." Travis replied, brushing Nat's bangs out of her eyes.

Fuck. She got sick somehow. The blonde frowned and pushed herself away from him a little bit. "If I'm sick, you shouldn't be around me."

Travis shook his head, offering her a soft smile. "Well I mean, someone should be here to take care of you. And I don't think you want to deal with Misty." He said while he wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer, trying to show her that he wanted to help. She groaned again in response.

Nat wanted to push him away again and spare him from catching whatever she had, but his embrace immediately calmed her in a way that she hadn't felt in a long time.

She felt fuzzy, her mind and body light. Like she was floating on a cloud. It had been a while since she regressed and she did the best she could to avoid it happening. She didn't want to be a burden.

But when Travid softly kissed her shoulder, she couldn't fight it any longer. Nat rolled over and snuggled up against him with a loud whine, burying her face in his neck and bunching up some of the blanket in her hand.

Thankfully Travis caught on immediately. He remembered all of the signs of her regression from the last few times it happened, which made it way easier to tell. He placed a hand under her chin and tilted it up so she could look at him, and he smiled. "What's going on, Tiny?"

Nat huffed. "Cold." She said quietly with a little pout.

Travis pulled up the blanket a little over her shoulders and wrapped her in it, then pulled her closer in hopes that she would get a little warmer. He was concerned about how warm she actually felt, despite her saying she was cold, but whatever made her comfortable is what he cared about. "Better?"

The blonde shrugged and sniffled, the movement having cleared her nose for a split second before it got stuffed up again. When she couldn't breathe again, she started crying. She didn't like being sick, she wanted to feel okay, but she just felt so weak.

Travis shushed her quietly and put a hand behind Nat's head to fully hold her against his chest, gently scratching her scalp to comfort her. It usually helped, after all. He didn't really speak for a while, allowing her to let her feelings out before he started asking her questions. Instead he just whispered little reassuring words.

Once Nat started to stop crying, he kissed the top of her head. "How old are you right now, Nat?"

Nat hummed quietly in response. Words were hard, but she didn't feel like using her hands right now. Travis took the hint and nodded. "Younger than three?" He asked further. Nat nodded.

"Two?" Nat shook her head.

"One?"

Nat didn't respond for a second, trying to navigate her own mind before nodding.

Travis smiled. "Alright, little guy. Why don't you go back to bed for a bit, and then we can see how you're doing after?" He suggested.

The little nodded again and put the corner of the blanket in her mouth, since having things in her mouth always made her fall asleep faster. She let out a sigh before closing her eyes, while travis took his hand off her head to start rubbing her back. "I'll be with you the whole time, don't worry."

He assured her, knowing sometimes she would get anxious about people leaving her, especially in vulnerable states. Nat hummed once more as a sign of acknowledgement before falling asleep almost immediately.

Hopefully she'd feel a little better when she woke up.

[bonkwosher]

Could you please do headcanons of trapper and frank with an affectionate reader please ✨❤️👍

A/N: YES! REQUESTS! MY LIFE SOURCE. Anyways, thank you lol. For the hell of it, I'm adding David from the guest bc I love him too & that way they can all be on one page. I hope you liked it, I kinda dove more into how they show affection but tried to include you being affectionate where I could.

Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate)

Contains: Frank being a tough guy, Trapper being a golden retriever boyfriend, David being a big gentlemanly teddy bear

Frank:

Public Affection/PDA

Frank would, at the very least, pretend he hated it in front of others. Especially if you ended up hanging around any of his criminal contacts, though I doubt he'd let that happens. You'd probably be his source of goodness in the world & he wouldn't want things to mix.

Stuff like you'd hug him & he'd freeze, sighing, "Y/N..." dragging out your name.

Peppering kisses all over his face he'd try to push you off as lightly as he can.

You'd try to pull him into a kiss by his jacket lapels & though you succeed you'll hear a muffled "We're in public" against your lips, only causing you to laugh.

You know he's just being dramatic, he really doesn't care too much, it's just a matter of keeping up his tough guy image. If there were ever a time he really didn't want PDA he'd let you know & you would respect that. It's just a quirk of his to pretend he doesn't want it no matter how much he relishes in your every touch.

Behind Closed Doors

Now, here he feels a lot more comfortable, especially in either of your homes. He may not reciprocate exactly what you do but he will show you how much your affection brings him joy. It somehow ends up horny a lot.

Whenever you watch tv or movies together he likes to have a hand on your thigh, around your shoulders, or massage your feet. The couch is one place where he's always attached to you. He lives for the pleased hums you make when he relieves your tension.

Frank likes to sleep closest to the door when you two sleep. Without thinking about it, it's a way to show he cares about you. Frank has the facade of only caring about himself, always thinking about number one & all. But really you mean more to him than he means to himself. Frank would happily throw himself in the line of gunfire just to see you smile one more time.

Trapper:

Public Affection/PDA

Trapper becomes the world's cutest little ball of sludge. You compliment him & he's already down on one knee.

You swear when you hug him he gets all warm & fuzzy. He tells you it's because he loves you so much, that & he never wants to see you cold so him being a human heater is just another reason you guys are a perfect match.

You'll somehow weasel your way into the trip into hollow earth, one of the many conditions being you sit next to Trapper on the way down. When he teases Bernie he'll immediately turn to you & smile, making sure you know he was joking about possibly being able to swallow your own tongue. You just continue to hold his hand & laugh quietly.

If, at any point, you fall asleep in the jet & happen to have your head fall on his shoulder he will lose his mind. He will turn to Ilene & get her attention, pointing to how adorable you are until she agrees. His heart is beating so fast, butterflies in his stomach. He glances down at you with admiration, holding you tight.

As you guys walk through the forest, you hug into his side to keep warm. If that's not enough he will give you his over shirt & won't stop commenting about how amazing you look in it.

You definitely bought him at least one of his necklaces & no he won't stop talking about how much he loves it, especially with other people. "You know, my partner Y/N got this for me. It's my favorite of all my necklaces, I don't know what I'd do if I lost it."

Behind Closed Doors

Trapper is all over you. You definitely take turns sleeping on top of each other. When he sleeps on top of you he 1000% drools on you.. When you sleep on top of him, he gets so incredibly giddy. He has so many photos of you, with your permission. A particularly cute one is his phone wallpaper so he sees it every time he opens it.

He likes to cook you dinners because he likes doing things for you, but your reaction is a huge motivator too. The smile on your face, the amazing look you give him after the first bite, the endless praise of his cooking.

Trapper would definitely find the time to, on occasion, bring you breakfast in bed for the same reasons.

David:

Public Affection/PDA

David is very gentlemanly, so he doesn't like much PDA. No matter who you're hanging out with he keeps the affection to a minimum, but he always makes sure everyone knows you're his partner. A hand on the thigh is his go to, if you're sitting in a booth or on a couch his arm may find its way over your shoulders.

When the two of you get a moment alone, falling behind in the group, turning a corner, whatever it may be. You find the time to give him little pecks on the cheek, mouth, forehead, etc. David will lightly grab your arm & give you a little smile, before his hand drops down to yours & the two of you continue walking.

David is a talker, he can get anything he wants with his words & control any situation. The only time he starts to stumble is when you show him affection.

One time he was trying to intimidate a guy who flirted with you at the bar. You came up behind him & ran your hands across the expanse of his chest before pulling him into a hug. He actually began stuttering a little. This is something you would tease him about for a long time.

Behind Closed Doors

David is all over you, his hands never leaving your body in any situation. As soon as you step past the door way, sometimes even before that, David is kissing all over you.

David didn't get much sleep before meeting you. He doesn't really need it, but it was also because of a little fixation of his. He can't fall asleep without holding something. Sometimes pillows work, but he'd get teased for cuddling a pillow in his sleep in the army. So he stopped for a long time, getting as little sleep as he could.

The first night he spent at your house, he let you know he probably wouldn't sleep much & you were fine with that. But once you got tired, you curled up in his side & draped your arm over his chest. With one big yawn, you nestled your head into his shoulder, murmuring how much you care about him as you drifted off. David wrapped his arms around you to provide you comfort while you try to sleep. He smiled down at you as you slept, slowly feeling his eyelids grow heavy. He then got the most peaceful sleep he'd ever had.

When you wake up he has you trapped in an iron grasp, it's not hurting you in the slightest but there's no way out. You simply have to wait for this big teddy bear to wake up.

He likes to cook with you, happy to cook for you if you need to relax. But he really enjoys both of you being in the kitchen together. He especially likes to come up behind you while you're preparing the food, holding your hips & kissing down your face & neck.

A/N: If you'd like more please request! I'll do my best!

[gothlcsan]

라이즈 ; FOOD PLAY

PAIRING non idol riize , reader (no gender specified)

GENRE 18+ , slight smut , fluff

SYNOPSIS you mention bringing food play into the bedroom, these are their reactions

WORD COUNT 983

WARNINGS food play, kissing, fluff, mentions of puppy play, food in general, making out, oral fixation, i ♡ sub!sohee

♫ strawberry skies - kid travis

a/n day six of kinktober! not proofread, just little thoughts that flooded my mind so i hope you enjoy nonetheless! ♡ please consider liking and reblogging if you enjoy! (´⌣`ʃƪ)

shotaro his latest obsession has been the snack, sponge crunch. you’ve watched him get into the car and then run all the way back into the house just to grab a baggie of them, telling him he needed an intervention. however he’s bent on making you understand the obsession because in his words, “they’re life changing.” one night he sits you down telling you that he will make you love them (which you didn’t dislike, you just loved to see shotaro passionately explain his snack to you) letting him bring them up to your lips hand feeding you one by one. jokingly you tell him you still don’t see the hype, his bottom lip stuck out in a pout before his eyes light up, bringing one to rest between his lips bringing it up to your own. it surprised you, staring at it before taking the hint to take it into your own mouth, humming at the taste as he placed a hand on the back of your neck to steal a chocolate covered kiss. now, this, this is something you could understand the hype for; climbing onto his lap letting him pass chocolates into your mouth the sweet flavor mixing heavenly with his tongue swiping across yours stealing a taste.

eunseok you mention one evening that you’d like to try food play, eunseok pretending to be oblivious (to tease you) asking why you’d want to play with your food instead of eating it. groaning you explain what you meant him asking if pasta was a contender for this activity making you want to strangle your boyfriend. he makes it up to you by buying you candies and letting you place some into his mouth before kissing him; bent over in laughter as he asked again.. “can we try this with pasta?”

seunghan loves, loves, loves those biscuit snacks filled with chocolate in them. every year for his birthday you’d get him various kinds, his favourite being the chocolate filled koalas. the two of you never verbally introduced the idea of food play in the bedroom, simply one day making out softly while sharing the snack, chocolate intoxicating the both of you. it quickly becomes a habit, you or seunghan bringing a snack towards the other, the other person stealing it from in between your lips eating it before kissing, the sweet taste on each others lips and tongue making it easy to get lost in each other for a few hours.

wonbin there's not many sweets he likes, preferring salty over sweet. he also doesn’t enjoy having sticky things against his skin from sensory overload. however, he will consider doing anything at least once with you wanting to respect your wishes and needs as you do the same for him. he carefully placed jellied gummies onto your body doing your best not to giggle at how cute he looked fully concentrated on placing them down. his lips brush against your skin making you shiver, the tip of his tongue dragging up your skin as he hooks the gummy into his mouth. he’s so handsome making your head spin as he finished the gummies quickly, kissing and leaving love bites all over you making your brain fall fuzzy.

sungchan your boyfriend loves salty food, a dilemma that left you sitting on your bed pondering on how you’d bring up the idea of food play in the bedroom. he walks into the bedroom, sitting down next to you asking if you’re alright since you were spaced out not replying to him moments ago. you nod, placing your hands balled up in your lap asking if you could ask him something. concern covers his face instantly reassuring you that you could ask anything. you blush profusely explaining your question, the wide smile on his face making your skin cover itself with goosebumps. sungchan offers the idea of the sea salt chocolate you two had in the kitchen, blushing once more as he pressed a kiss on your forehead telling you to get comfortable as he warms it up.

anton such a foodie, loves his sweets. food play being introduced into the bedroom because he’s trying to eat some ice cream but you will not leave him alone! pressing kisses against his lips telling him he tastes so sweet trying to climb into his lap, giggling apologetically as it gets onto your thigh. usually he’d be annoyed by someone interrupting him while eating but he’s genuinely so adorned with you that he lets it slide.. loosely. he pushes you onto your back, kissing up and down your thighs before going to the left one to lick the ice cream from it, loving the way you shiver and gasp underneath him. you’re so receptive, so unbelievably sensitive to his touches and it turns him on so much knowing he can get you going after only a few touches.

sohee he’s so endearing, his pretty eyes widening when you bring up the probability of bringing food into the bedroom; clarifying you meant sexually. sohee reminds you of cute, pretty things, placing a small bowl of strawberries next to his lap, his eyes fixated on the can of whipped topping. he’s so puppy coded the way he cocks his head to the side letting you move him as you pleased, carrying a strawberry to his lips, telling him to open wide. the feeling of his tongue brushing against your fingers causes you to shiver, watching him slowly eat the strawberry. you all but nearly pass away as he grabs your wrist, sticking your whipped topping covered fingers into his mouth, sucking on the digits until they were cleaned nicely. pressing your thumb against his tongue cooing as his pretty lips latching around it humming at the sensation. he’s just so endearing you can’t help but cover him in strawberries and cream, kissing and licking him clean until he cums untouched.

[kn-1013]

Exploratory Surgery #1

Sal notices that Travis is a bit space-y like he is, but it's a bit different.

Rating: E Word count: A thousand and something Pairing: None/Gen Warnings: Use of homophobic slurs

A/N: welcome to my new series called exploratory surgery. idk how many more of these i'll post but the general concept of this series will be me posting plot bunnies, darlings or drabbles that i can't/won't/shouldn't otherwise put into full fics, or they just haven't become full fics yet. you can think of them like 'sketches' in the same way that someone posts art sketches or whatever. idk i haven't slept, this one's vaguely about a niche headcannon i have for travis being able to see ghosts. please enjoy, or don't

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It wasn’t unusual for Sal to be found staring off into the distance about something, what with the ADD diagnosis, chronic dissociation, and now these new episodes, where he’s getting fucking visions from god or something. His friends had started calling him Space-y Face because of how often they had to wave a hand in front of him to get his attention. ‘Hey, Earth to Sally!’ It was a whole thing.

That’s why he noticed that Travis seemed to have the same problem.

Some teachers seemed like they didn’t want to call out Sal for spacing out, they seemed reluctant to want to put too much attention on him, which was kind of annoying when he actually wanted to pay attention in class, because then he had to get his notes from other people or ask questions after. At least he could kind of appreciate the thought.

But they weren’t afraid to call out Travis when he was staring out the window, and make him answer questions in front of the whole class when he wasn’t paying attention. Considering he was a known problem child, it seemed like some kind of sadistic humiliation tactic to try and push him back in line or to punish him for being such an asshole, or maybe even because they simply didn’t like him, and they used him as some kind of scapegoat. Some teachers certainly hated their lives enough to do that.

Though, there was one thing that kept bugging Sal.

When Sal zoned out, he could sometimes be like a mola-mola fish, floating through the ocean, going wherever the current takes him without a second thought, or even a first one. Eyes visibly unfocused, blinking slowly, speaking slowly, mouth sometimes left agape if he wasn’t talking, (which made him glad he wore a mask, because he sure looked stupid like that). The entire time, it would kind of feel like he was moving backwards through a brick wall; it was hard to think or move, and everything felt so distant. On really bad days, it honestly felt like he took something, his head was so fuzzy.

Other times, he could be like a possum playing dead: completely frozen. Hours could pass that left his body sore and aching, where he hadn’t moved a muscle or thunk a single thought. That happened a lot around August 16th.

Either way, the big thing about Sal’s zoning out, according to how Todd’s described it, is that he seems incredibly distant and unfocused. It looks like he’s ‘inside’, as he described it—inside his own head.

Travis wasn’t like that at all, in Sal’s observations. When he stared off in the distance, it was like he was looking at something far away, even when he was staring at an empty corner. When the teachers called him out, he sometimes did some kind of double take, or his eyes kept drifting back into the spot he was staring at. He didn’t seem like he was inside his head, he seemed like he was looking at something that was right there, but Sal couldn’t really be sure what.

It reminded him a lot of whenever Gizmo started staring randomly into the distance, like he was seeing something nobody else could. He always wondered if animals could see ghosts.

Now he was wondering if Travis could, especially with the way he was currently staring at that roadkill.

Sal had been going for a walk around town on a Saturday afternoon and had ended up in a nicer part of town, the part that Ashley lived in. He was thinking about stopping by to hang out with her, when he spotted Travis, who also lived in this area.

Travis was across the street from him, on the other sidewalk. He was completely frozen, staring straight down at a dead cat near the curb.

Sal decided he felt like being a pest that day, so he walked across the street nonchalantly to over just behind Travis, who continued staring at the ground.

His gaze, shifted near his feet as Sal began approaching, but Sal’s mouth moved before he could process it, and his subsequent greeting startled Travis out of whatever daydream he was having about that dead cat.

“Hey, Travis, what’cha lookin’ at?” Sal said, almost instantly regretting it. He should’ve waited a bit longer to see what was going to happen next.

Travis jumped hard enough that his hair seemed to stand on end for a second, before he realized it was just Sal. Then he slumped his shoulders and rolled his eyes.

“What do you want?” He spat.

“Saw you blankly staring at a dead cat for no reason, thought I’d see what the fuss was about.” Sal tilted his head to the side curiously. “You know that cat or something?”

“No, never seen it before.” Travis’s voice was cold and bland.

There was a beat of silence, where Sal was staring directly at Travis. Silences like this tend to make people uncomfortable, and often makes them volunteer information they wouldn’t have normally simply by being asked. It was one of Sal’s special tactics for extracting information from other people, and it typically worked especially well, because most people already found Sal’s presence discomforting.

“Anyways, bye.” Travis began walking away.

Travis was weird though, it didn’t always work on him.

Sal caught up behind him, patting him on the back of the shoulder to get his attention again.

“You stare at stuff a lot, you know that?” Sal said, walking beside him.

Travis walked faster. “What, are you stalking me? Freak?”

“Is that a question?” Sal cocked his head to the side, appearing nonchalant as his legs struggled to keep up with Travis’s long strides.

“You’re a freak, no question about it.” Travis huffed, adjusting his book bag irritatedly and turning his head.

“It’s not hard to notice things about other people if you just pay attention. You can learn a lot about people by just watching them.” Sal’s voice was calm, factual, as if it were normal to just watch people all the time.

Travis had felt dread before, but not quite like when Sal had finished letting that sentence out of his mouth. Sal was about to describe some of his unconscious behaviors, and it was going to make him deeply uncomfortable, and there was nothing he could do about it, because Sal seemed to just love making him as uncomfortable as possible in every imaginable situation. That blue haired faggot just had to stick his plastic nose in everything.

“Like, you read a lot—like a lot, a lot. You’re ambidextrous, but I’ll bet you’re naturally right-handed because that’s the hand you punch with. You’re not very familiar with computers, and you like to be outside, but you’re not really jock levels of athletic, so I think you kind of just hang out there, usually in trees, 'cuz of the callouses on your hands. You ever been hiking? You might like it.” Sal’s voice was way too cheery and overall normal to be saying these things. Nobody knew these things about Travis, because nobody paid attention to him. They all hated him, because he was an asshole, and that was kind of the point.

The fact that Sal could just swoop in and watch him like a hawk when he wasn’t paying attention and learn all these things about him without even talking to him was terrifying in the same way he was terrified of God.

Travis recoiled harshly. “Ugh! You’re such a creep! Don’t watch me like that, what’s wrong with you?”

“What, it’s a bad thing to pay attention to your friends?” Sal sounded a bit disappointed. After that, he was disappointed? Over what? That Travis didn’t like being watched? He sure hoped this was just God working in mysterious ways somehow, because he hated this.

“I’m not your friend, you fucking stalker. Leave me alone.” He began to walk faster, and Sal started to trail behind. “To be fair, I’ve kind of just been seeing you around for a couple of years, now. I’m not even paying that much attention to you.” Sal shrugged, shortly before tripping on something on the pavement.

“That doesn’t make it much better, you fucking weirdo. Stop watching me!” Travis began racing back to his house, his face burning red at how much Sal had seemed to learn from him when he wasn’t even trying that hard. What would happen if he tried much harder? He really needed to stay away from this guy.

Sal gracefully recovered from his trip and stared off at Travis’s disappearing form, head cocked to the side. He just didn’t quite get that guy.

But boy, did he want to.

[c1rcus-of-homosexuality]

ALPHALORE HEADCANNONS! (3 hc’s per character! [excluding Bartholomew, + I could only think of one hc for Kane I am SO sorry guys I tried… 😭‼️])

[Taglist : @agentmel8 , that's it for now ahdhdgfhbfv ]

Ink! [Sadly no magenta text on Tumblr :(]

★ He canNOT use an oven. At all. Every time he’s tried, he’s almost burnt the entire apartment complex down. He does own an air fryer, though.

★ Hate hate HATES Wahoo World with a burning passion. I mean, I don’t blame him because WWhAT IS THAT LAYOUT.

★ When being “set free” by Wrath, he was completely beheaded imo. I mostly based this on the fact one of his Super Cool Clone Traits™ was intelligence/quick thinking, which you use your brain for (and your brain is well. In your head).

Billy! [No yellow text on Tumblr :(]

★ He ate the Alterna snow at one point. Like, he was just chilling near the squid sister’s camp, and he saw the fluffy, white snow and just. Mmmm yummy chemical crystal snow go brrr

★ He tried to take up crocheting at one point to make little sweaters for Batholomew!

★ I feel like he’d be pretty decent at baking! Like, he’d know the basics, and maybe a few other skills, but yeah I think he’d be able to make cookies and other things :]

Wrath!

★ Has a permanent resting “:3” face imo. He just seems like the type of guy to do that,,

★ This 1 is kinda gross but. I feel like Wrath has very little or no skin underneath the bandages on his face. Also, his left(? Camera right I think?? Idk) eye is just gone-

★ I feel like his favorite food would be waffles w ketchup on them. Not sure why I think this, but eh

Travis!

★ He is Transmasc. To Me™.

★ Drank motor oil at one point when he was a kid bc he wanted to know what it tasted like. Yes, he liked the way it tasted (and still occasionally drinks it to this day). No, I’m not elaborating on this one.

★ After the 1st bluefin depot incident, his eyes got a slight magenta tinge bc of the fuzzy ooze in the poison he was shot with,,

Dave!

★ I feel like this was kinda implied in one of the alphalore episodes, but methinks he has a LOT of college degrees. I’m talking 12 degrees over 6-ish subjects? Nobody knows how he got so many in such a short period of time,,,

★ He reads a lot in his free time! Like, there’s 176 (170 that he hasn't studied) subjects in college that he could be reading up on when he has the chance!!!

★ Has absolutely TERRIBLE posture when he sits down. This man will wonder why his back hurts, then will sit like a shrimp at his computer, reading away at whatever subject piqued his interest that day [he js like me frfr]

Alpha! [No dark blue text option on Tumblr :(]

★ Knows every single star constellation by heart and is PROUD of it!!

★ absolutely despises sea cucumbers and anything resembling them because of the deepsea metro (tbf CQ cumber is pretty annoying, and it did quite literally make alpha instantaneously explode many times.. 😭)

★ Acquired a variety of large scars on his back, shoulders, etc. during his time in the deep sea metro. Most of these scars are from girl power station specifically-

Kane!

★ This man is scarily tall imo,,, I feel like he’d be around 6’1 (around 186 cm)

[inkyycapp]

Phasmophobia Au

Sally Face Edition

(Alt ! Au)

ft: sal, larry, travis (,ash, todd, and neil) tw: ghosts, murder, violence, demoniacs, weed, implied romance? i have never smoked weed can you tell? not beta read forgive me edit: it was beta read now yay a/n: i'm writing this up on my laptop rather than my phone, which i lost. anyways, feel free to request. this was heavily inspired by mark, bob, wade, (jack/sean) i also rewatched sally face fandub, it's pretty neat. you should watch it too. i added travis cause he's silly

after high school, after everything at the addison apartments, things you all knew you couldn't just leave the paranormal life behind. enrolling in collage, school went about the same. you moved in with your friends, and life was relatively normal.

normal.

you were laying on the wood floor, mind feeling a bit fuzzy. larry talking nonstop, sal sitting on the bed with his back against the wall. an odd silence filled the room, then larry spoke up.

"dudes, wait, wait, actually, hear me out on this one," larry slurred sitting up on the beanbag chair. "what if we like hunted ghost? ghostnabbers 'n shit." he waved his hands around dramatically. "larry, what. man, wait, what?" sal sat up as well. you turned your head to look over at larry not getting up from the floor. "just hear me out! like, i got this flyer from some dude talkin' about his ghost hunting job, showed me all his ghost tracking shit." larry stumbled to his feet, rushing to his desk dropping the flyer on your face. the paper covering your face for a moment before you grabbed it off, looking it over. in your high mind, this looked like the best idea that could have ever been said. "no way." you dragged yourself to your feet, plopping on sal's bed, showing him the flyer. sal looked it over as well. you were a group of unsupervised, high out of their mind, teens. of course, you were going to do it.

the others took some convincing, but they were in. it seemed it wasn't just you three that missed your paranormal fascination.

how you managed to get travis involved? he saw a flyer, thought it looked stupid. but, the more he looked at it, the more a strange fascination fell onto him. he knew ghosts were real, but actually searching for the things, solving their mysteries. he heard the ghost group talking about them, and tried not to eavesdrop, but couldn't help himself. (also, he heard you say it was pretty cool.) he called for the job and nailed it. now he has to deal with all of you and you all have to deal with him.

you, sal, larry, ash, and travis are usually inside the haunting grounds while todd, and neil stay in the truck, watching over and keeping equipment in check. they also often make sure you all get the objectives done. (you all refer to them as papa eagle. they share the title.)

"papa eagle, what're the objectives? over." "papa- what? over." (todd) "objectives are witness an event, capture ghost on film-" (neil)

(todd warms up to the title while neil owns it out the gate.)

(probably w/ travis) "why won't you listen to me, i already said the objectives are-" "cause you're not papa eagle." "papa huh-? i'm not calling todd or neil-" "papa eagle." "sorry, i'm not calling papa eagle- wait." "..." "..."

...

if you chose to partner with sal he always makes sure you got good equipment, doesn't want you to draw the short end of the stick. he cares very much.

while the idea sounded crazy at first, sal got into it after some convincing via you and larry. he nails the interview. he sees his friends did as well, and he's glad to have them onboard. though, when he sees travis is here, he had to do a double take. he's not opposed to it, just surprised. actually laughs, and nearly gets hit. larry, and ash wants to hit travis. you are the peacekeeper.

he's actually really good at this. he's had many experiences at the apartments, so the ghost violent attempts don't really phase him much.

sal likes to use the walkie even when he's in the same room as you, or anyone. finds it funny. everyone, but travis, join in.

"look, there's footprints, over." "roger, over." cue giggling. ...

"guys, you seein' this bullshit? over." "affirmative. over" "mhm, yeah. over." "i can practically smell it from here. over." "i wish i couldn't see it. over." "get off the line we're literally all in the same room. >:(" (travis) "buzz kill. over, and out." more giggling.

this man has no fear. will actively seek out the ghost, using the cursed objects. though not scared of them, he makes no room to provoke them. he's very chill with them. whether you're scared of them or not, sal's always sticking close to you just in case.

sal always ends up with a shit flashlight, or even a uv light to see. he always makes sure everyone has a good flashlight and ends up with the bad one. please help this guy. one time he got stuck with a candle. you made sure to keep close to him so he can share yours. he was very grateful.

sal has each ghost type, and behavior memorized, and actively adds to it, the twist is, they're memorized in such goofy ways.

"it's the one that can't touch the salt, finding no green stuff on the purple light, and it's talking to me over the ghost phone. over." "what- wait, huh? go again. over." "wraith, it's a wraith. over, and out."

he finds them all fascinating in honesty. if you share this interest, he tends to come to you with any, and all new information. enjoys talking to you about the kinds of ghosts and demons. you both like to take your ghostly conversations to todd, who also has everything memorized.

...

if you chose to partner with larry, i'll have you know larry is the instigator. this man will provoke, provoke, provoke. and will freak out when something goes wrong. he's really mellowed about it though. you, ash, and sal running in with the smudge sticks or a crucifix, trying to get the ghosts attention. travis is laughing over the walkie, todd and neil are watching in the van. he will make sure you're in the safe even when he's being stupid.

"harold wilson, harold wilson, harold wilson." "..." "..." "what a puss-" loud banging, chair is thrown but missed him. "haha. shit."

he's on a thin line between skeptic, and believer. he's always so surprised when the ghost shows themself, or if they give them evidence. he also just barley passed his interview. if it wasn't for all of you vouching for him, and being friends with the boss, he probably wouldn't have gotten the job.

larry hates mimics. hates how they give an extra piece of evidence and makes things difficult. literally calls them the try hard of the ghost community.

larry probably pulls pranks on everyone (travis). always dragging you into his pranks, sometimes pulling small one over you. larry just gets a good laugh at spooking everyone, claiming he's just "keeping you on your toes."

the ghost is always after him and travis. like, they always have it out for them. during ghost events, you could be standing right in front of it and the ghost would sidestep you and chase after them instead. everyone always pokes fun at it. secretly make sure to keep a crucifix on you at all times for him, just in case.

never leave larry alone with cursed items. he will use them without a second thought.

"and i pulled death." "you pulled what?" "death." "please, tell me you aren't using the cards." "..." "larry..." incoherent ghost noises

larry will bet on things. he would put money on what the ghost is. he will bet on chores, and such, and somehow, he always calls things. claims it's just luck, but after so many times everyone grows skeptical. he's always so lucky with the bets. probably the luckiest member out of the group.

larry is always throwing hands with travis. they can never, and i mean never be on the same page. the only time they are is during a hunt. you have to keep the peace.

...

if you chose travis, please be patient, he is trying. travis knows a lot about ghost, and the occult, but not about teamwork. at first, he will deny he needs a partner. it isn't until he gets the scare of his life, and you have to deter the ghost will he even consider it.

always cursing out the ghost once they are in some scary shit. he will go feral. please keep him in check.

ghost breaks the lightbulb above him "you piece of shi-" "travis, buddy, pal, friend, chum, i think it's hunting." "..." "..." "bitch."

travis keeps a tough front but will get anxious. he can deny it all he wants, but he sticks a bit closer to you, making sure to keep his flashlight on at all times, including in bright lights.

if it isn't larry getting targeted, it's him. can't explain the thought process. travis is always mumbling curses under his breath when the ghost is hunting. travis will claim he will use you as a human shield, but he doesn't. literally all his threats are empty threats. he will deny everything though. claims he didn't have the time, or something along those lines.

he oddly knows his stuff. very smart in this field of work, but 'hates' being praised for his knowledge. he brags a bit about it, only with you though.

you make travis open up a bit, he's nicer with everyone. you're not really scared of him, scolding him before he has a chance to say anything bad, or offensive to the group.

he doesn't join in any pranks, or walkie talkie jokes. he is the designated buzz kill. though, one time he did make a joke during an event. literally made you promise not to tell. blames all of you.

"make sure to take the picture of those bones. over." "wilco, taking picture now. over...wait"

always gets mad when your 'stupid' rubs off on him. but in all, he does want to make sure your safe. can't have your stupid get you in trouble, can he? he's stuck with you. (he actually isn't he just says he is cause he likes being your buddy.)

e/n: i only wrote for sal, larry, and travis cause it's going on 3am, and i'm eating shrimp stir-fry. i might do a part two, or something similar. thank you for reading :) (the beta reader is my brother{s} sue me) beta reader note: funni funni haha

[redheadspark]

Can I request some smut with Jack Russell × Reader that they try for a baby, please?

P.S. I love your writing so much!!! xoxo

A/N - YAS! Sorry for not writing this sooner, I briefly had a minor mental breakdown, but now I'm back to writing! It'll be nice and short, I hope you like it

Try

Summary - Jack is never afraid to try anything, including giving you a baby.

Warnings - SMUT! 18+, No minors allowed in this one!

Your breathing was slowly coming back from gasping for air, gasping to come back to reality after living out the intense high that you were feeling. Eyes still closed, hair askew all over your pillow and along the cool cotton sheet below you, sweat gathering along your skin. Your senses were on fire and heightened, yet the one thing that was grounded and keeping you connected to reality around you was the pair of lips along your skin and calloused fingers along your bare hips and thighs. Salt and pepper hair ticking your chin and cheeks, stubble touching the underside of your jaw, and a warm body against your own.

"Amor.....oh Amor, you'll be the death of me,"

You grinned and finally opened your eyes lazily to see the man perched above you, watching you with love and a hint of alluring lust in his bright eyes. His own body language was still filled with electricity, sweat along his forehead with his hair plastered there along his skin, he too was gasping for air and yet sounding as if he could go again. Maybe he could, since this was your third time cumming that night.

Your husband, werewold and monster hunter Jack Russel, brought it up actually.

You two were visiting your best friend's house earlier that day, your best friend Emily from college just having a baby and was finally letting friends and distinct family come see her newborn son. You were itching to see her and to meet your new "Nephew", getting a massive shock when you arrived at her house that you were now his Godmother. Such a massive title and responsibility was now on your shoulders, but you took it in stride as she handed her son over to you. You were instantly in love with your Godson, inheriting his mother's light hair and his father's cheeks.

As you were tending to the baby, Jack was chatting with Emily and her husband Travis, catching up with Travis on their careers and what was coming up next in your travels. You were rocking newborn Aiden gently as he slept, content on soaking up some time with him and simply enjoying the newborn in your embrace. Yet you never saw Jack out of the corner of your eye watching you grin and hum to Aiden, a smile on his lips and his heart swelling with the sight of his wife holding a baby.

When you two made it home after another hour of visiting, Jack immediately wrapped you in his arms and peppered you with kisses. You thought he was simply being coy, Jack was always affectionate and willing to love on you when you two were alone. It was a sweet side of him that you never wished to diminish. The way he held you close as you were against the counter, about to make dinner, it made you grin widely as he was behind you and pressing kiss after kiss along your shoulders and neck.

"I want one," he said against your skin, you leaning against him as your fingers were interlaced on the countertop.

"Do you?" You asked coyly, though he grinned against your neck as he kissed it softly as a teasing gesture, "And here I thought we were going to wait and take our time together. That was the plan right....mmph,"

His half-hard cock was along your ass, rubbing against you as he licked your neck lightly and you almost collapsed from the touch.

"Maybe I had a change of heart after seeing you hold that little one...picturing in my mind you carrying our own little one and us being parents," Jack whispered against your ear as he kept rotating his hips against your backside, your mind going fuzzy, "I think we should try, Amor,"

"T-try?" You asked in a squeak as his spare hand snuck to the front of your jeans to pop the button open, letting his fingers sneak under the jeans and against your panties to feel how warm you were. You moan, Jack chuckling from hearing you crumble.

"Trying for a baby is the best part, isn't it?" Jack hummed against your neck, "Plus...I think I'm a bit rusty. So what do you say, Amor? Wanna try for a baby?"

"God yes," You sighed, Jack turning you around and kissing you hotly against the counter as you were leaning into him. Your mind was running so fast, thinking only about Jack and being this close to him. It wasn't that you two never had sex, your sex life was quite healthy and a bit active. But this new side of Jack, almost primal and organic, was making you feel that drive too as he hoisted you up and planted you on the countertop.

You yelped, sitting on the countertop as he hastily stripped your jeans off your legs to throw them behind you while he sunk to his knees. You were in a daze, seeing this dominant side of Jack as he caressed your bare thighs and saw the light purple panties that were right in front of him.

"I don't think I can't wait, my love," he growled, kissing up your thighs and having you tremble and try to grasp onto something on the kitchen counter, knowing you could turn into jello from how he was making you feel, "But I wanna get you ready first."

He paused between your legs, looking up at you with his nose barely touching your panties and feeling how wet you were getting as his bright eyes were looking at you as if he was a predator about to pounce. You lost your breath for a long moment, seeing Jack on his knees in both a submissive and dominant way.

"Hang onto something," he softly commanded you. Then within a second, he pushed your panties to the side and dived into your legs, having your moan out loud in your empty home.

That was just the beginning.

"We've been going at it for hours, baby," You said to Jack as he wrapped you in his arms, you both still bare under the cool sheets and yet running hot with the open window nearby to help take down the heat in the room. The room alone smelled of sweat and sex, plenty of water bottles that were empty scattered along the floor with your clothes and lingerie as Jack caressed your belly gently with the tips of his fingers.

"Can't help it," Jack mumbled along your lips as you grinned, "The thought of you with a round belly, becoming a mother with my child, had me feeling hot all over,"

"You're downright sexy talking like that with me," You hummed, feeling his hands touch your bare chest all over to get you worked up all over again, "You've always seemed to have a higher adrenaline than me,"

"It's my wolf side, the side you like apparently," Jack teased as he licked his lips, "Plus, I wanna make sure I got you pregnant tonight,"

"After the first two times on the living room floor, I think it's safe to say I am," You reassured him as he nuzzled your noses together. Jack kissed you hotly, building up that heat again as he made your thighs part once more. Reached down to pump his cock again between the pair of you.

"Can't be too careful though, can we?" He asked in a tease, then having you lean back in the back as he pressed the head of his cock against the folds of your already sensitive and swollen pussy, "I wanna try one more time, baby. Please let me? I wanna really make sure we're gonna be a mommy and daddy after tonight,"

Mewling, you nodded your head, thinking of nothing better. You two loved each other fiercely and with no hesitation, for as long as you two wee together there was no doubt that you two were an item. Jack showed it in his kindness to you, in his actions as a gentleman, and in bed when he would take you apart in the best ways.

You both talked about having kids in the past, children will be in your future. Jack wanted to be a dad as much as you wanted to be a mom, and you both decided to wait on that chapter until you both felt it was right. So maybe it was finally right, and instead of being hesitant about it, you were going toward it in the best way.

And as he sunk into you again, you moaned and whimpered in relief as he rolled his hips deeply and intimately, The mood of love was still in the air for the pair of you as you both orgasmed two more times before finally calling it quits.

3 months later, Jack finally got his wish as you gave him the positive pregnancy test.

The End

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"He's perfect! Just look at those little fingers. That little nose! It makes you want more of your own, doesn't it, Ewan?"

Ewan Goldman smiled adoringly at his wife as his grandson yawned.

"It does. I miss this age. Remember Claudia in those fuzzy jammies Gee bought her? Or Travis and his favourite board book? You couldn't pry it away from him."

"We were blessed to have the family we have," Anna agreed, still tickling her grandson's foot. "We'll just have to live vicariously through our children. Claudia had Victoriana so young, it feels like an eternity since we've held a grandchild."

"Vicki will be thrilled to meet her little brothers once she gets off her phone. She could actually meet her brothers instead of posting about them for her friends."

"That's teenagers for you, darling," Anna laughed. "Let's just enjoy these babies before they learn how to text."

Claudia held her older son, rocking him gently while she plotted to steal his brother back from her parents. They were both perfect in their mother's eyes, just as Victoriana was. It was a little early to tell what the twins had inherited from their parents, aside from the obvious green skin. The oldest boy had red hair like the Toyonagas on Anna's side of the family, and the younger twin appeared to have blonde hair. That could have been from the Toyonaga or Siew side, but if Claudia had to guess, that blonde might fade to silver like Victoriana's had.

Her parents looked like they'd never heard the name Coby Wall. Both of them were beaming, utterly focused on the newest members of their family, and not the problems that had loomed over two realms. Claudia was glad to see them smile. They deserved to be happy, even if it was only for an afternoon.

"Excuse me, monarch coming through. For the good of your nation, I need to see those babies!"

Claudia turned to find her cousin elbowing her way through the busy room with determination. Claudia couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Here, Your Majesty. Is this view enough to keep you from declaring war?"

Maura’s face lit up at the sight of the young prince.

"Baby!" she squealed, instantly making faces at the infant. "He's adorable, oh my god! Where's the other one?"

"My parents seem to have taken him hostage," Claudia chuckled. "I may never see my son again."

"Ah, well, I don't want to bother reapers," Maura said, scrunching her nose at the idea. "I was already in the waiting room of the afterlife once; I don't want to get sent there again. That just means that I can spoil this little guy."

"Miruna was lucky to have held both boys before my parents barged in. She's resting now, but maybe by the time she wakes up, my parents will take a hint."

"You are the mother here and a queen," Maura reminded her cousin. "They're not even alive."

"So go over and tell them that," Claudia challenged, making her cousin laugh.

"They can only kill you if you're on their list, right? No, your parents look happy, I can't interrupt that. I'm sure I'll see both of these handsome boys a lot in the future. Do you have names for them yet? Let me guess, traditional Pleasantview names? Casper? Archer? Beau?"

"You're looking at Prince Gerard Ewan Medora Goldman Goss," Claudia announced, holding her son up for Maura to have a closer look at him. "My parents have kidnapped Prince Christopher Ewan Lind Goldman Goss. So, both a little bit traditional and a little more recent in the family tree. Both of our father's are named Ewan, and with her father being in the condition he's in, we wanted to honour them both."

"Ugh, if I have to greet another person named Ewan, I'm going to scream," Maura stated. "And it's all after one single guy! It's insane! My court is just a gathering for Ewans."

"It is not," Claudia laughed. "We definitely kept that trend in mind though. I think my dad was happy with the final decision. We don't need Ewan III Goldman."

Claudia shrugged.

"So what's the deal with Miruna's mom? Your parents are here, her father is in a coma, and her mom's a noshow at her daughter's royal wedding? She doesn't want to see her grandchildren? If my mother wasn't dead, she'd be fighting reapers right now just to see the new princes. A lot of our extended family would."

"I don't know. She might be dead. Miruna never speaks about her, and Master Maricourt is usually busy cleaning up his other ex-wife's messes to bring her up. She's never been a part of Miruna's life as long as I've known her."

"And you've never had suspicions about her after my own "dead parent isn't really dead" drama? I would be getting all the intelligence I could on this lady if I were you."

"How many assassins do you think there are? Some people just have normal parent drama, Maura. Not all of us can be the daughter of an assassin."

"Didn't your dad find out that he would have been king of Pleasantview had his older sister not murdered him? Didn't your uncle find out that his sister lied about how his mother died and that her family wanted to get in contact with him?"

Claudia frowned, trying to weigh her family drama with Miruna's family drama. Were the Goldmans cursed because they were royalty or did other families experience the same level of tragedy as they did?

Before Claudia could answer, Maura leaned towards her cousin, looking for eavesdroppers.

"Did I hear right that Edana confessed to killing her father? I know all the coven disciplinary records are supposed to be sealed to outsiders, but I have my sources, and they said that she started confessing that she and her brother killed their father somehow! Is that true? Can she be expelled from the coven for that?"

"Well, you might want to ask him about it," Claudia replied, holding up Gerard for Maura to see. "Either he or his brother will be in charge of all that someday. I'm just the legal head of the coven."

"You can't spare witch gossip for your favourite cousin? I thought we were friends. With my dad and a plague on the loose, the least you can do is cheer me up with whatever's happening with the coven. My cousin happens to be dating Evren, so you might as well just tell me. Adrian will tell me, but he usually gets the details wrong."

Claudia rolled her eyes. Well, at least Maura seemed to be recovering from the trauma her father had inflicted on her. She hadn't been truly gossipy in weeks.

"Edana didn't confess to murder; she accused her brother of being responsible for their dad's death. She would never confess to anything even if she had done it. The coven pulled Josh Darktide's death records just to be sure, and his death was ruled accidental. No grey areas, no suspicions. He died pushing his kids to the ground and taking the full force of a miscast spell himself. There was even video from the coven courtyard cameras. If he hadn't acted when he did, both siblings would have been lost. He died heroically."

"So her brother cast the spell and that's why she blamed him? I can see her point, I guess."

"It was a high level spell that needed at least two people," Claudia informed her cousin. "They both cast it, so she's just as guilty as he would be. Though it does seem in character for Edana to ignore her own guilt if she can blame someone else for it."

"Ugh, of course she would. It sounds to me like both Darktide siblings had a taste for magic above their skill level." Maura paused to remember her first point now that a juicy murder cover-up didn't seem to be happening. "So what's happening then? Edana gets a slap on the wrist for verbally attacking an apprentice of the coven?"

"Well, there was talk of dumping her in Jubilant Accosts to see if she could find any traces of her brother there, but it was shot down because of her lack of emotional stability. She's currently housed in a magical treatment community and forbidden to leave the premises. I think that's punishment enough unless new evidence comes to light."

"That's very anticlimactic," Maura pouted. "What about Edana's son? Everyone knows that he and Theo are leaving to do something in Jubilant Accosts. Even I was briefed on the beginning discussions for that, but I haven't heard anything from Pleasantview about it in days."

Claudia groaned and held up her son as a defense.

"I've been a little busy," she replied. "A rushed wedding and preparations for two new infants have taken a bit of a backseat to checking in with the coven. Alicia has it covered for now. You couldn't tear her away from those meetings if you tried. The boys leave in two days at the most, hopefully sooner. Alicia will escort them to the portal and meet with their ally. It was deemed too risky for me to be anywhere near a portal that could expel disease or an angry assassin at me, so sadly, I'll just be getting reports on the matter. After Miruna lost her dad to this illness, even temporarily, I want to make sure that I'll be around for my kids. That's all I know on the subject, so either take this baby so I can steal his brother back from my parents or go to the coven yourself and ask them for drama."

Adam sat on the floor of his royal accommodations, trying to compose himself. His dance had gone well with Leah, so well that they'd snuck upstairs afterward. Travis hadn't seemed to object or even notice that they'd left, so Adam's hookup would probably go unreported.

Leah was a great girl, but like Reese, she didn't see a future with Adam. Not even for as long as it would be before he was sent to Jubilant Accosts. Leah had kissed him goodbye and wished him good luck on his upcoming mission, and then she'd left. Remy would have been proud of him for having a wedding fling, but she wasn't around to cheer him up like she usually did. And Theo?

Adam sighed at the thought of Theo. He was never going to act on his feelings for Adam after being cheated on, so Adam had to try to push down his own feelings so they could work together. It wouldn't be easy, but he had to do it. Too much was riding on their mission to Jubilant Accosts to jeopardize it with pointless feelings.

[buppaduppa]

A QUICK MEAL

Stepping on the crunchy snow, Alex lazily dragged himself to find a place to rest. He didn't mind sleeping out here, but he didn't want to get teased by Travis constantly watching over him like the bright moon above, guiding him like a torchlight.

He shivered lightly, with a small drop of snow landing gently on his nose, his skin pale as death, and he might as well look like a zombie within the winter night.

He looked up, brushing his nose as he sniffed like a dog, sensing something else besides the wooden trees. Something different, something...desirable.

His hunger showed clearly when his stomach ached for food, poor thing, Alex had neglected it for too long. Of course, if he kept wandering like this he might get tortured by some twisted people, a cult, maybe. He didn't want to deal with some fake God when he had his own to deal with.

Alex hid behind a tree when he got close. And obviously, that was stupid of him, hiding behind a thin tree without and leaves left to cover.

The figure saw him, clearly, as he heard the sound of a gun cocking up and footsteps rapidly approaching.

The figure seemed to be bigger than he thought they would be, but Fifteen didn't mind. The bigger he was, the more meat he had.

Alex ran off quickly, going off the man's field of vision before striking him from behind using his elbow on the back of the man's head. Fifteen gasped as the man grabbed his wrist and forcing him down by pushing a big boot on the poor boy's hungry stomach, it growled louder from the impact.

Alex hissed, clawing at his face and bit his nose as the man tried to take a closer look. The man cursed out something in another language and let him go.

Alex pushed him off with great strength, he was tougher than he looked, all slim and short. Yet he lunged towards the man, forcing him in a headlock between his thighs and somehow managed to make the man collapsed, dropping his rifle.

Oh? Oh.

Alex kicked his face, quickly grabbing the rifle and shakily pointing it at the man. He didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, missing the man's face and instead shot his ear.

That delicious blood-curling scream seemed to make him hungrier and more excited. His whole body was shaking with eagerness and anticipation. He shot him more by pushing the gun directly to the man's forehead.

Dropping the gun and kneeling down next to the now dead man, Alex fumbled with his clothes. He took off the man's coat and hat, putting them on himself, he exhaled deeply once he was warmed up again, by the thick fabric and by the warmth lingering around them.

He searched the corpse, finding a small hunting knife. Then, he tentatively traced the cool blade up to the chest, slowly sinking down and drawing a clear line to his abdomen.

Alex gulped, his breathing getting shaky from anticipation, hunger filling his mind. He lowered his head, lapping up some droplets of blood.

It ended with his stomach gnawing for more, for something to fill up the emptiness inside his hollow body. Alex knew he couldn't take things slow anyway, as much as he wanted to savour the fresh meat and the warmth it emitted, he knew they couldn't stay for too long at this cold snowy night.

He cut the skin off, layer by layer, and pushed his hand in the corpse's now open chest, squeezing the twitching heart and pulled it out with a quick snap.

The red heart was like a bright apple in the mist of the white snow. He licked it, then quickly sinking his teeth down, exhaling heavily as he ate them raw.

He was filthy, using his chilly bare hands to dig into those flesh, to tear, to devour. He was momentarily lost in the sensation. The iron taste of blood made him feel high, fuzzy with the feeling of himself getting satiated, away from the hunger.

He soon finished his meal, leaving only a pile of bones and skin with some torn out clothes. He took every gear that the once lively man got and stood up, although he wobbled a bit from the sudden fullness in his stomach.

...Oh, who was he kidding? One corpse was never enough.

Picking up the rifle, he dragged it on the snowy ground, leaving a trail along the blood dripping down from him and the stains on his boots. He didn't care if he was leaving a trail, all he wanted was to continue surviving, to wander off and find more food.

[bisluthq]

My "hot" take is that the alchemy also reads as a Matty song to me. Like, outside of the sports metaphors, it paints a picture of two people who had a prior relationship like rekindling. Like it can basically be summarised as, "Remember how last time we hooked up (though Guilty As Sin? makes me question whether they actually did hook up) you were addicted to heroin and acted like a TOTAL asshole? WELL, you're not anymore, and we're both doing GREAT actually. I've NEVER been better, and neither have you! We Were such kids back then anyway!"

But also the Sports metaphors are so nauseatingly constant that if it is not written about Travis I've got to hand it to the "She manifested him" Swifties, because JESUS.

it’s possible it started as a Tatty song when they were together and she rewrote it for Travis? Because she was working a LOT while with Matty. So it’s possible instead of throwing it out completely she changed it into a Travis song. Again, she does that - it’s HER music not babies men put inside her.

re guilty as sin all she’s saying there is AT THAT POINT she was just wanking to him. She had dated him before so obviously stuff happened and the timeline is fuzzy on when it became physical this time but clearly there was a period where she really wanted to but couldn’t bring herself to because of Joe.

[kaelma]

Since the bombs will fall on this day in 2077, and since we're building up to the World Series in baseball, here's a quick fic I wrote a while back combining the two. It's from my Sherlock Holmes/Fallout 4 crossover, but you don't have to have read it to enjoy this short.

Or, you can read the whole thing here, under the break.

(radio static)

Voice: Good afternoon, Commonwealth. This is the Voice of the Minutemen, here with the host of Diamond City Radio, Travis Miles.

Travis: Hello, everyone. This is the first ever joint broadcast between Diamond City Radio and Radio Freedom.

Voice: And what a perfect occasion for it, Travis. The first ever honest to goodness baseball game in over 200 years, played with the original, pre-War rules.

Travis: Diamond City residents have devoted time, energy, and resources to constructing the field and stands, small but sturdy, and packed full.

Voice: Travis, it’s a lovely job. We’ve got people here from all over the Commonwealth. I see a small contingent from Goodneighbor, including Mayor Hancock himself.

Travis: Really? Where?

Voice: The ghoul in the tricorn hat in the left side stands.

Travis: With the gangsters around him?

Voice: That’s the one. Interesting fellow, Mayor Hancock. Friend of the General’s, and was originally going to play today.

Travis: What happened?

Voice: Disqualified for chem use. Apparently it’s a lot easier to hit a fastball when it’s moving slow on jet.

Travis: Yeah, I guess it would be. We’ve also got quite a few Minutemen in the stands, and some Brotherhood soldiers, along with plenty of settlers, scavvers, traders, farmers, and anyone else who calls the Commonwealth home and could spare an afternoon to relax.

Voice: Travis, I’m not very familiar with the sport, and I’m sure the same can be said for many, if not most, of our listeners. Can you give us an idea of what’s going to happen?

Travis: Ah, I have a small confession to make. I don't know the rules to baseball.

Voice: I would have thought being from Diamond City…

Travis: Well, a lot of knowledge is bound to be lost after 200 years. We keep a lot of the heritage close to our hearts, but the specific rules themselves are a bit fuzzy. Fortunately, there is one Diamond City resident who has enough pre-War memories to help us out today. Nick Valentine has graciously agreed to join us.

Nick: (amused) Afternoon.

Voice: Mr. Valentine, I’m a little surprised you weren’t recruited for the team.

Nick: I didn’t think it was fair for a person who can calibrate his arm’s sensitivity to play.

Voice: (laughs) Good man. Now, how exactly does this game work?

Nick: The two teams take turns being in the field trying to catch the ball, and at bat trying to hit the ball. If a player hits the ball, they have to run to each base, that’s the white square things on the ground. If they make it around to all four bases, their team gets a point. If the other team tags them or the base with the ball, they’re out. Three outs, and the teams switch who’s in the field or at bat. They switch nine times, and whoever has the most points at the end wins.

Travis: This sounds complicated, Nick.

Nick: It’ll make more sense once they get started, trust me.

Voice: And Team Blue is coming out into the field. Pitching for Team Blue is Colonel Preston Garvey, the Minutemen second-in-command. General Holmes himself is on the field, between second and third base.

Nick: That position is called shortstop.

Voice: The first batter for Team Red is coming… it’s the team captain, Piper Wright. Acting as referee - er, umpire - for the game is the General’s personal robot, Codsworth.

Travis: The General’s personal robot?

Nick: He knows all the rules. Trust me, he takes his job very seriously. If Holmes orders him to be impartial, he damn well will be.

Voice: As we can see from the first pitch. Ball one.

Nick: Means there was no way she could have hit the pitch. Four of those and Piper walks to first. Three strikes, and she’s out.

Voice: And there’s the first strike!

Travis: But she didn’t swing!

Nick: You get a strike if swing and miss, and also if you could have hit the ball, but didn’t swing.

Voice: Ball two. Here’s the next pitch…

Travis: Oh that’s a hit! Straight up in the air… and caught by the… um. Catcher?

Nick: (chuckles) That’s right. Fella that crouches behind home plate in the mask and padding to catch the pitches is called the catcher. And catching a ball before it hits the ground means Piper's out.

Travis: Who’s the catcher for Team Blue? I can’t make out his face under that mask.

Voice: The new Lieutenant Colonel of the Minutemen. Oh, next up is a Diamond City resident, isn’t he?

Nick: (quickly, with a little too much gusto) Vadim Bobrov, owner of the Dugout Inn, and purveyor of the Commonwealth’s deadliest moonshine.

Travis: Come on, Nick, it’s not that bad.

Nick: I’m not even human, and you should have seen the number it did on my internals the one time I was dumb enough to play guinea pig.

(everyone laughs a little)

****

Voice: Say, Travis, who’s catching for Team Red?

Travis: One of Diamond City’s security guards… I think? I’m pretty sure that’s where I’ve seen him before.

Voice: Well, it’s a tied game here at the bottom of the ninth, with two outs and bases loaded. MacCready is taking a pretty far lead out on second, practically daring them to pick him off. There’s no place for him to run unless Garvey on third steals home, and that seems unlikely.

Nick: Holmes is coming up to bat. MacCready knows Piper won’t take her eyes off him, so he’s just trying to irritate her - goodness! I stand corrected.

Voice: That was close. MacCready took a dive into the dust and managed to get safe back onto the base, but he won’t be taking quite so big a lead from now on.

Travis: Here’s the first pitch… ball one. Second pitch… ball two. Piper’s pacing around the mound a little bit, now she’s winding up… it’s a strike, no swing. Holmes disagrees with the call, but he doesn’t argue. Oof, the next pitch is a foul ball into the left field stands. Mayor Hancock shouts and points in the direction of the outfield. Two strikes, two balls… and the next pitch is ball three!

Voice: This is it, either Piper strikes out the General on this pitch and gives her team another chance, or he makes it to a base and Team Blue wins. The whole field is silent, the crowd on the edge of their seats…

(deathclaw scream)

Oh, hell.

(scramble)

(static)

(click)

[lingeringscars]

she nods a little when he praises nat. "yeah." she says softly. "it's not like any of us were thinking." it's what she's been telling melissa this whole time, after all. she frowns a little, though. "yeah..." her brows furrow. "you used to hunt together. i'm not surprised." she was thinking about how when nat came back, he wasn't with her, but he knows his own way around these woods and how to get back to camp. they were in that together for a long time. she nods a little at his recap. "that was smart." she acknowledges. "he still could have shot you." and she spent the entire night with the image of what that looked like. "i'm glad he didn't shoot you."

she closes her eyes, trying to will away the frustration. it works, partially. "yeah, yeah. i know." she blows out a stream of air. "i'm sorry." she knows what he's been through, what they all have. her own head is fuzzy, and it's making her less empathetic than she would typically be. she knows why he would have kept going, even if he did think she was hit. he needed to get them back so they could be freed. "good. good, i'm glad." she wants to give him that. she doesn't know if she deserves it, but it is what she wants to provide. she snorts, actually snorts, at what comes next. "i think she'd be glad if she did do that, actually." she sits in his next words for a minute. "we're so fucked." before pulling away to look at him. "yeah. she's fucking unpredictable right now." she doesn't know if there was ever a time she could predict shauna, but she has no idea what to expect next. "i don't know what happens next, travis, but...we gotta keep the pressure off nat. not that she'll let us, but...they're distracted right now. people are here. they've forgotten. but...it won't take anything to get back there. especially with shauna." she won't let them forget that nat threatened everything first. she keeps her voice low, knowing that if anyone overheard they'd be just as screwed. "she actually wants to protect everyone. shauna...i don't know what the fuck she wants, but it can't be good." she let's out another breath. "and lottie...i don't know what to do about her, either."

travis scoffs,   shaking his head.    ❝  i guess that’s fair,   it was probably fucked to just go after them like that,   with no real plan yet,  but nat—-   ❞    he glances around,   instinctively wondering if he should be quieter about following her lead.   he doesn’t want to,   though.   she’s still the leader he believes in.   ❝  she’s still good at this,  you know.   tracking,  listening,  knowing where to go.   that’s how i knew we’d make it back.  ❞   in some ways,  anyway.   but when he saw his opening with kodiak,   he took it,   even if it meant leaving the rest behind —   travis has always made his decisions based on what will keep him alive,   no matter what.   he has to.   he has to bring something home for his mother.   he has to make javi’s sacrifice worth something.    he glances over to akilah,  who’s still holding the crossbow as she talks to mari.   ❝ yeah,  we trapped him by the cliff.   he kind of didn’t have a choice once we got him. ❞    he did,  technically.   he could’ve let himself die and not helped.   instead,  he chose to take travis’s offer to get them home.   he wonders now if kodiak is going to rat him out,  or if travis’s performance when they all got him back to camp we believable enough to him to indicate that travis was always on the girls’ side.    

he frowns,  shaking his head.   ❝  okay,  harper,  i’m sorry.   my head’s fuzzy,  ❞   he insists,   and it’s only gotten worse over the night,   especially after they actually started moving towards a rescue—  only for it to fail.  his brows furrow and he nods at her as if it’s obvious.      ❝  yeah.   you do for me,   ❞   he admits,   but he assumed she knew that—   though maybe he spends too much time being shocked by her care that he doesn’t make it obvious.    he thinks for a moment,   then rolls his eyes.    ❝  she should be glad shauna didn’t immediately take a knife to that woman’s throat,  ❞   he mumbles,   afraid to talk shit about her of all people,   but it comes out anyway,   because he feels safe enough with harper.    ❝  she’s going to try to make decisions about what happens next.   right?   i don’t—  i don’t think it should be up to her.  ❞    she doesn’t seem willing to give them a choice,  though.