#oc: simon forester

[occasional-ghost]

i would love to hear about the pets your Glee and Gilmore Girls ocs have! truly my favorite kind of oc tbh

Can’t put everyone’s pet’s here because that’ll make this to long so I’ll link to some other pet posts and talk about some other’s here!

1) Richie Gilmore’s service dogs over the years

2) Simon Forester’s dad’s maincoon cats.

3) Andrew Berry’s dalmation Perdita (He got her after his middle school graduation as a surprise from his dad’s, 101 Dalmations is his favorite Disney movie so hense her name.)

4) Elliot Berry’s baby Mr. Mistoffelees, adopted as a kitten as a 15th birthday gift from Hiram and Leroy. (Valentine’s Day in Season 2)

5) Faith Hudson’s Jack Russell named Journey, adopted from a shelter by Carol and Burt when she turned sixteen.

6) Hayden Holiday-Motta’s Bibble

7) Noah Grant’s Phillip (adopted after graduating Yale)

8) Bonnie Pierce’s childhood cat Dutchess and her future bunny S’more’s that she adopts with Hayden.

9) Daisy Gilmore’s Scrooge, adopted after Yale (After Scrooge Mcduck - she wanted a Disney theme.)

Decendants Bonus: Aria’s Sheepdog Scuttle, who’s a grandchild of Max!

(There’s definitely more ocs with pets, but these are just the ones I know for sure 😅)

[creationandcalamityau]

"Now Fallen Into Dispair"

Some Creation and Calamity art I made showcasing all the major protagonists (+ Sammy)

In order from left to right are Sammy Lawrence, Charlie Forester, Clifford Conway, "Flower" (Florence Ross), and Fiona Simons.

[peanutheadandsimon]

[thanksbutno98]

Drinking Buddies

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John’s drunk night out with 141.

Warnings: Sexual themes, alcohol, intoxication, vomiting, not edited.

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It was getting late for what you considered a night out for your husband and his drinking buddies. John and his best mate Sam had decided a month ago to grab drinks with some friends and he had the 141 boys tag along. It was out of character for John to try and mix friends but he’d been so satisfied with his men’s work on their last deployment he insisted on treating for drinks.

When you listened to him chat your ear off about how his close friends would like ‘the lads’ you were surprised. You loved John’s friends, you’d known them much longer than Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. They were there when you first started dating John, for your wedding, when you brought your babies home, holidays, birthdays, countless camping trips, endless pubs and drunk nights. These friends John had since young adulthood and childhood felt like a second family a lot of the time. You knew John was right, his good friends who weren’t military were great people and would get along well with 141. The one thing they all had in common is they all adored your kids.

Hell, your kids called Sam, John’s closest friend, their bonus uncle. Sam charmingly had the nickname of ‘Sunny’ to your kids and you weren’t sure how Jj came up with it when he was three but it had stuck. They also adored the 141 boys so you were excited for your husband to go out to a pub, drink beer surrounded by close friends who truly cared. He deserved to have a night off as a dad and have fun.

The cars tires rolled over a gravely parking lot as you found a spot near the front. This was a pub that you knew Simon Riley liked because John would meet up with him here from time to time. It was a lone building off an old country road. It seemed to be swallowed by trees on three sides, save the road it sat on. The one story building was old on the outside and inside. It always surprised you how it could become packed at times and it brought in a crowd from young twenty somethings to elderly patrons who were regulars.

Hopping out of John’s truck your boots crunched against the gravel. Looking up into the night sky with a smile, you breathed out to watch your breath turn white and billow upward. It was the perfect kind of crisp night, one where a sweatshirt and leggings were enough to keep you warm. The air smelled of evergreens, campfires, and a damp forest.

“Indy! You made it!” Soap was standing outside in the cool night air. Cigarette in hand and a flushed rosy tint decorated his cheeks with a large toothy grin plastered across his stubbly face.

“He alive?” You asked jumping up on to the curb and reaching out to hug the intoxicated Scotsman. He gave you a tight hug and then offered you a drag of his cigarette. The smell of cigarette smoke almost covered up the scotch on his breath.

“I’m good.” You laughed off the gesture and watched Soap take a drag. The cherry red tip burned orange and then dimmed back into a warm ruby glow.

“He’s piss drunk. Never seen the Captain like this before, we’ll have to wheel him out.” With a hearty chuckle Soap tossed the hand rolled tobacco to the ground and snubbed it with the toe of his military grade boots.

“Oh, god. Drunk John can be a handful.” You laughed having not seen your husband out of control drunk in what felt like ages.

Walking into the pub behind Soap it was decently filled with patrons around your age and older. There was music playing, loud chatter, playful arguments, and drunks loudly calling for another round. Your eyes scanned the room and you quickly caught sight of the group of rowdy men by the pool table in the back left corner. Simon was taking his turn while Sam stood next to him, pool stick in hand and talking to Gaz who seemed to be dying laughing at whatever was being said.

John on the other hand was sat at the table with his childhood friend Ant with a half empty pint glass in one of his large hands. He looked normal from this distance in his grey beanie and burnt orange flannel. It made you wonder why John texted you asking you for a ride home and why Kyle had called and said ‘Caps gonna to need a lift home.’

“Hey boys.” You smiled sweetly and wiggled your fingers as a little wave.

“Indy!” Gaz cheered at the sight of you while Sam said your first name at a similar volume. You gave them another wave before making your way over to John’s table.

“Hello there.” With a cheery smile and sugary sweet greeting you watched your husband who had his eyes locked on you the second he noticed you. John’s icy blue eyes squinted a little too much and his cheeks rose into a large playful smile.

“Give me a spin, darling.” John’s deep voice rumbled from his chest and his hand came up and he used his index finger to indicate for you to turn around. Your jaw dropped at the forward flirting in front of everyone. That was so out of character of your normally tight lipped and respectful husband. He normally only spoke like that when it was you two in the privacy of your home.

“Okay, Romeo. I think you need a water.” No part of you could acknowledge that kind of flirting with the men who highly respected John around.

If it was only Sam and Ant you would’ve flirted back instantly with no shame. Probably would have given him a slow twirl and shook your ass at him to get a hearty chuckle from everyone. Those two knew John’s goofy side pretty well and dirty jokes and sex stories were common amongst you all. They’d also caught you two making out or groping each other over the decade long friendship you had. You’d walked in on Sam twice with past girlfriends on vacations you all took together before you and John started having kids. Ant’s wife Susie was a close friend so you knew way too many details about him and she knew the same about John. It was a very different relationship you and John had with these old friends versus 141.

“Don’t play hard to get, love. We both know you put out-“ Without thinking you panicked at what John was about to say.

His filter had clearly turned off with how drunk he was and you reacted in any way to get him to shut up. And that was to push his beer off the table and into his lap, the contents spilling all over him. John stood abruptly a heavy breath leaving his lungs as he looked down at his jeans and the large dark spot on his crotch that leaked down his left leg.

“Piss yourself Johnny!?” Sam cackled which resulted in snickers from the group of men.

“Seriously?” John looked up at you seeming to have sobered up for a split second.

“You had that coming with that dirty mouth.” You pointed accusatory at your husband trying to make it clear he needed to knock it off.

Internally you were screaming with laughter at the fact John was making such a fool of himself. It was also a lot more fun than you thought it would be to spill a beer on him. John only drunkenly smirked at you as you said ‘dirty mouth.’ He had every intention of showing you how dirty it could be.

“He’s been talking about you non-stop for the past hour.” Ant chortled out and gave you a wink. You could only imagine what these two married men had been sharing about their wives.

“Hopefully not like he just was.” You mumbled more to yourself as you waved John over to come with you.

“Cap’s very fond of his missus and her-“ Soap cleared his throat.

“‘Talents’” Soap used air quotes on the final word making you heat up in embarrassment at what John could possibly have said. There was something about the 141 boys hearing those things that was much more embarrassing. If it was only Sam and Ant you wouldn’t have minded what so ever.

“I don’t want to know.” You waved your hand dismissively.

John had to be drunk out of his mind to be chatting about you in that way. He didn’t tend to be a kiss and tell kind of guy. But then your mind wandered back to being perched in John’s lap on your bed right before he left for this outing. You had promised him a very erotic night when he arrived home and wondered if that might be what was fueling this behavior.

Whatever he told them you hoped they’d be too drunk to remember. Then you looked a little bit closer to see all the men were just as drunk as John. Gaz seemed the worst while Simon had started to turn a shade of pink from the liquor. Sam was his normal level of wasted and Soap seemed to be the least drunk but that wasn’t saying much as he stumbled a little standing still. Ant was sober and prepared to drive Sam home since he had given both him and John a ride here.

“You lot aren’t planning on driving yourselves right?” You motioned amongst the 141 boys who this seemed to just occur to.

There was a long lapse of silence as they looked amongst themselves.

“Okay, cmon. Everyone pile in I’ll take you home.” Grabbing John by the elbow you started to lead him out only for him to swing around and drunkenly stumble to the bar.

“Gotta pay my-“ he hiccuped “tab.”

You watched as all the men made their way to close out. It surprised you they had listened so well. Even Simon was listening which was unlike him, until you noticed him waving his hand around. You watched with a blank face as he ordered a last round of shots for them.

“If any of you puke in the truck I’m gonna kill you.” With a stern voice you threatened them all only to be brushed off.

“Bye Y/N, we’ll see you next weekend.” Ant gave you a hug with a very drunk Sam behind him.

“My favorite Price.” Sam grasped your face in his hands and kissed the top of your head.

“Bye Sam!” With a squeal of a laugh you hugged your husband’s best friend and waved goodbye as him and Ant made their way out of the pub.

“Okay, let’s go home.” John’s voice caught your attention so you turned to look at him.

Before you could get a good look at John his chest smushed into your face as both of his large muscular arms wrapped around your head. He placed his elbows on your shoulders and used you to lean on to try and steady himself. You weren’t the most coordinated person so this wasn’t going to be easy for you. Stumbling slightly you steadied yourself and attempted to push John off of you only for his arms to tighten around your head.

“I’m going to fuck you so good.” John slurred into your ear and you were glad this flirtation was quiet enough for only you to hear.

“Then let’s get you in the car.” You spoke, muffled against John’s shirt. He was way too drunk to consent in your mind so you were only appeasing him for the moment. With a rough push your husband finally let you go and you could breathe freely once again. Taking a deep breath you started to head for the door with a drove of intoxicated military men following behind you like ducklings.

“Thanks for the ride, Indy.” Gaz slurred out, giving John a hard pat to the back.

“Lucky man Cap.” He tacked on.

“Can we stop for food?” Soap asked, almost stumbling out of the pub door.

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“Hi, I’ll have- what was it again Simon?” Turning around the massive man was sat in the middle of the back seat of the truck; Soap to his left and Gaz to his right. Your eyes wandered as he grabbed the back of the bench seat and leaned forward in between you and John who was fiddling with the radio.

“We coached you on this ten times.” Gaz laughed at your expense and inability to remember this insane order. Then Simon rattled off the order with ease, it seemed like the four of them had done this before.

“Six double cheeseburgers, two chicken sandwiches, four large fries, three large cokes, one large Diet Coke, lots of bbq sauce, and a-“ Pausing Simon’s gaze fell on you.

“Vanilla, strawberry, or chocolate?” He asked cheeks rosy but face stern. To be honest he looked even more emotionless than you were use to.

“For what?” You asked back having told the boys you didn’t want anything on the drive here.

“And a chocolate milkshake.” Simon let go of seat back and fell back into his spot. The truck lurched and wheezed somewhat from the pure size of him.

“That way the old man won’t steal it from you.” Nodding his head solemnly Simon was looking out for you in his own way. Which you thought was strange but also appreciated he was trying to be sweet to you, which wasn’t his style.

“Chocolates the bloody worst.” John mumbled under his breath.

“Okay, does everything look correct on the screen.” The intercom voice asked you. Looking over you saw everything listed out and then your eyebrows shot up at how expensive this drunken meal would be.

“Yes.” You squeaked out, then turned your focus back to driving as you pulled up to the window.

“Here.” Gaz’s voice sounded behind you but all you saw was his hand in your face passing you his credit card. You took it with a small thanks and exchanged it with the cashier before handing it back to Gaz.

“Thanks, mate.” Soap drunkenly slurred, he was slouched against his seat with his head thrown back. He was looking to be in rough shape.

“Is he going to be able to eat?” You asked John who ignored you and continued to try and find the radio station he desired, so you poked him. Turning around awkwardly three separate times to look at the Scotsman’s, the final time John looked Soap up and down and then dramatically waved his hand at you.

“Lads fine. Food’ll give him a second wind.” Then John went right back to the radio.

You were handed two huge bags of food that you passed to your drunk husband to distribute. Then the drinks came where everyone got their cokes, and Gaz got his Diet Coke. The car was silent save the rustling of wrappers, obnoxious burps, and John trying to convince Soap to trade one of his chicken sandwiches for a burger. You enjoyed your milkshake and the classic rock station as you drove everyone home. A debate on the perfect McDonald’s order broke out amongst the boys. Soap was admittedly a chicken sandwich man and you were surprised at Gaz’s passion on Diet Coke.

The boys had all been dropped off at Simon’s house where Simon insisted they could sleep. They left behind their trash from McDonald’s which was leaving a heavy greasy smell in the air. You silently prayed for Dove having to deal with three rowdy, large, and intoxicated men.

Simon was pretty thoughtful because he drunkenly mentioned you shouldn’t be out driving this late, you had to get home to your kids. There was an off handed thank you as he drunkenly got the boys into his house. He was right, it was late and you knew your dad would want to be getting home himself.

You were now pulling up the driveway with a loudly snoring John who was half laying on the trucks bench seat. His head was tossed back against the window, shoulders slumped and lower back laid out flat. John looked so uncomfortable but he was passed out which felt like an improvement to the tangent he had gone on for ten minutes after you dropped the boys off. It was a confusing mess of jumbled words about why American cheese burgers would always be a better hangover cure and Soap was delusional to think otherwise.

Putting the truck in park you looked over to your loving husband who may have over done it tonight. He was going to be feeling this in the morning.

Gently you placed your hand on his thigh and began to rub soothingly to try and wake him. Your opposing hand came to his chest and did the same, wiping away the crumbs from the chicken sandwich he had eaten. John began to rouse one eye opening only somewhat as he shifted away from you.

“I’m married. Get away.” John’s left hand came up and tried to create distance although his reach missed you by a mile.

“It’s me, John.” You giggled scooting a bit closer to try and get him to open his eyes and take a good look at you.

“I k-now my wife.” John grunted angrily in his half asleep drunk state.

“Oh yeah?” You laughed harder this time. Hands now cupping his hairy cheeks, you swiftly kissed his lips to prove you were indeed his wife. With eyes still closed John’s mouth dropped open and an angry look of disbelief spread across his bearded face. Your actions seemed to leave him totally and utterly offended.

“Get away, woman!” John drunkenly slurred, weakly pushing your hands off his face. Then he used his foot to aggressively push himself as far away as he could physically manage, jamming himself up against the door. He was acting as if you were about to throw yourself at him and he needed to run far away.

“My w-ifesss a better-“ he hiccuped “kisser than that.” His left hand fumbled with the door before he was able to pull the lever to make his escape. John practically fell out of the truck somehow catching himself and stumbling against the now flung open door.

“Jesus, John be careful! You’re gonna break your neck.” Your niceness vanished as you forcefully scolded the man.

John turned quickly, his face fixed in exaggerated confusion although you weren’t sure he was exaggerating with how drunk he was. With head cocked to the side he bent forward slightly and squinted his eyes trying to get a better look at you.

“Maybe you are my wife. She can be rather bossy.” John commented before tripping backward and falling on his ass. You thought he deserved the fall for a comment like that.

You stared at him with a blank look as he started to chuckle to himself on the ground. You being sweet wasn’t convincing enough to him. It took you to be snappy with him for John to recognize you as his wife. With a heavy eye roll you turned the truck off and went to go help the fool you married.

By the time you rounded the car John was flat on his back and staring up at the sky.

“Stars are gorgeous.” He muttered as you started to help him up to his feet.

“Let’s get you to bed, big guy.” Wrapping John’s arm around your shoulder he put some of his weight on you as you pulled him in the direction you needed him to go.

“My wife won’t like that.” John mumbled his head still cast up at the sky and looking at the stars.

“I am your wife.” Your tone was bratty and annoyed.

“Let me look at you.” John stopped abruptly, stood to his full height, stumbled a bit but found his footing. Grabbing you by the shoulders he pulled you so you were standing directly in front of him. Squinting in the patio light he slowly inched closer and closer to your face taking a good look at you.

“Tell me to do something. But be a little nasty about it, in a sexy way.” The question had your former giddy expression falling into a deadpan one. You looked at John as if he were the dumbest man to ever cross your path which made him smile for some odd reason.

“Never mind that looks enough.” John chuckled before planting a rough kiss to your lips. He was then off toward the door, accidentally running into the picnic table. You could only chuckle in disbelief at the man as you quickly made your way to help guide him.

Getting John up the stairs and to bed felt like an intense workout. By the time he face planted into the mattress you were completely out of breath. Huffing and puffing as you went to go get him water and some crackers.

Coming back into your bedroom you saw John now in nothing but his boxers and struggling to get his socks off. He was standing and bent over allowing his boxers to slide down just enough to get a peak at his bum.

“Let me help.” You snickered before placing the water and crackers on the bedside table and then guiding John to sit down. Sliding John’s socks off you then left a kiss to his forehead.

“Sweet angel.” John whispered to himself, eyes wide and in awe of you.

He stared up at you from where he sat with absolute adoration. You could only shake your head in disbelief. He went from not recognizing you to acting like you were some goddess gracing his presence. John quietly watched you undress and slip into your pajamas, the whole time admiring your beauty. They consisted of an old baggy t-shirt of yours and a pair of maroon panties.

“Lay down, let’s go to bed.” Sweetly you crawled in to bed after switching the lights off and helped John under the covers. It was a struggle, he banged his elbow twice in the darkness but eventually settled in.

“Let me spoon you, darling.” Before you could respond to the deep words John’s hands had latched onto your hips and dragged you from your side of the bed and over to him. It seemed to be easy to manhandle you, reminding you how impressively strong he was. Those muscles you loved so much weren’t just for show, they were capable of doing much more than tossing you around in bed.

“What are you doing?” You giggled as John hands wandered your body. His thick fingers fumbled over your t-shirt searching for the hem of it. The way his beard rubbed and scratched against your shoulder and neck felt amazing, making you crave so much more from the man with whiskey breath.

“Hmm. Helps me sleep.” John hummed sounding very happy with himself.

“We aren’t doing anything tonight.” Your giggles picked up while John slipped his hands under your top to fondle your boobs.

Squeezing them and massaging the flesh he hummed in satisfaction. With a bit of a shift John pressed his crotch firmly against your ass. There was the lack of his normal bulge he couldn’t help most nights. You knew it was from the whiskey and you thanked the amber liquid internally.

John was way too intoxicated to have sex and you weren’t in to having sex when you were pretty sure he wouldn’t remember in the morning. Looking over your shoulder you couldn’t make out his face in the darkness but soon enough one hand had slipped into your panties to cup your cunt while the other stayed on your right breast. He stopped playing with you and in a few minutes was snoring loudly in your ear.

“Such a dude.” You muttered with a chuckle to yourself.

——————

“Need me to hold your hair back?”

“Piss off.” John coughed violently.

Your man of steel, unbreakable John Price was currently on his knees hunched over the toilet in your en suite. He had woken up and ran straight for the bathroom. The sound of John dry heaving and then vomiting was what woke you up. He had been at it for almost fifteen minutes now. As gross as it was you sat next to him and rubbed his back through it all.

“A shower might help.” Speaking softly you squeezed John’s bare shoulder.

“Shoot me.” John groaned deeply as he finally stood seemingly done. Still sitting on the floor you watched in amusement as the muscular man tossed off his boxers and clamored into the shower.

“I’ll start breakfast.” You called as you got up to leave.

“Darling?” John sounded desperate as he called for you.

“Yes?” You smiled back seeing him through the foggy glass shower.

“Could you make me something greasy?” John wasn’t one to beg but it sounded like he was.

“I have the perfect thing for you.”

It took John awhile to appear downstairs. By the time he did you had your three children ready for the day, sat at the kitchen table with eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. Evelyn and Jj were complaining that they wanted their father to eat with them when John appeared. He didn’t bother getting dressed for the day, he had put on fresh pajamas. This consisted of green plaid pants, a black fitted t-shirt and chestnut slippers the kids picked out for him as a birthday present.

At the sight of John, Lily loudly squealed in excitement from her high chair and stuck her arms out to be picked up. John simply squeezed one of her hands and didn’t pick her up.

“Daddy you look horrid.” Evelyn had an intensely judgmental look on her face as she continued to eye her father up and down.

“I feel it too.” John grumbled while he slid into his normal seat at the head of the table.

Normally John kissed each of his kids on the tops of their heads after a warm greeting shared between you two. It’s how each morning went and your children all turned to you. Their young faces were worried and silently asking if John was okay.

“Your dad’s not feeling the best so we have to be extra nice to him. Okay?” Standing at the stove cooking you called over your shoulder.

“Okay.” Evelyn continued to stare at John as if she were trying to pick him apart.

“Does that mean no cinema today?” Jj asked quietly.

John picked his head up from his hands and look at the ten year old. Jj had his eyes cast down on his plate. It was evident he knew the answer and it disappointed him, but he was still asking. With a distressed look John turned to you as if that would save him from this broken promise. You only shrugged and went back to finishing up his breakfast; not willing to get involved. A hangover in your book wasn’t ample reason to cancel the plans he made with his two oldest children.

“How about movie marathon on the couch? We can eat sweets and crisps until I’m so fat you’ll have to roll me upstairs.” The comment about John getting fat made the ten and eight year olds snicker at the silly idea.

“What movies?” Jj asked. The disappointment of not going out to the cinema seemed to disappear with John’s compromise.

“What movies do you two want to watch?” John was so grateful for his children being such good sports. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if they had a meltdown. His head was already splitting, stomach in bad shape, and would be in need of a nap soon.

“Star Wars!” The two oldest Price children shouted in unison.

It was loud enough John flinched and had to rub his temples, his headache worsening.

“Why don’t you two go grab your pillows and blankets, get set up on the couch and change into pjs. I’ll clean up your plates today.” Your little act of sweetness had your children lighting up, then bounding out of their seats and running down the hallway and up to their rooms.

“Thank you mum!” Their sweet voice rang through the house.

“Hangover cure.” You smiled triumphantly at your husband who pulled his hands from his face to see a cheeseburger sitting in front of him.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are? You’re absolutely divine.” John took your hand and kissed the back of it. Tugging you close and sighing contently as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder from behind. Your comforting touch and greasy burger felt like a cure to this intense hangover.

“You were telling the boys that last night.” You smirked, kissing his scruffy cheek sweetly. John was digging in and shaking his head clearly remembering what he had said. You had been itching to know.

“Nothing too out there.” John admitted.

“Then what? Apparently I’m very ‘talented.’” You quoted Soap. This seemed to make John squirm a little.

“Might have mentioned you’re on the adventurous side. Very willing and. . . Enthusiastic.” It was clear John was picking his words carefully as to not piss you off.

“Ah, so I’m a whore for you?” You giggled getting a nervous chuckle from your husband.

“Never said that. But aren’t you?” John exuded charm and he was lucky for that because it had you swooning.

“Yeah, I’ve got no shame in that. But you’re a whole lot worse for me.” Pulling back, bottom lip caught between your teeth you watched your husband carefully.

“Have you seen yourself? Bloody impossible to keep my mitts off you.”

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[dragonnarrative-writes]

Part 5 - Courting (Part 2)

Autumn Embers Masterlist

Read on AO3

CW: Alcohol Consumption, omegaverse relationship dynamics, omegaverse biology, You're Getting More OC Interaction (You're Welcome), brief discussion of intersex conditions, outside POV

Note: There's in world vocabulary that may be confusing! If so, let me know and I'll do a little glossary or something.

The food seems to settle everyone. You take them all in as they begin eating, noting that while they wait for you to start, John doesn’t require his men show him the same deference. In fact, any formality you observed goes right out the window as Kyle and Johnny swipe food off of each other’s plates. Simon’s food isn’t safe, either, but the big alpha doesn’t seem unhappy about it. The Captain flicks Johnny’s hand away when he makes an attempt at a carrot, but he only rumbles a gentle warning. Johnny responds by spearing a piece of broccoli instead.

“Tell us about your Quasi,” John requests, placing a very nice sliver of steak on the little bread plate between you.

Johnny is obviously staring as you pick the steak up with your fingers and pop it into your mouth. Kyle and Simon are a bit more reserved in showing their interest, but their scents are pleased. John rumbles an approving note, and resumes his meal.

You take a sip of water and smile to yourself. Where to even start? “There’s four of us. Three omegas and a beta.”

“Unconventional,” John says. On your other side, Simon huffs with muted laughter.

“It works for us,” you say with a shrug. “I don’t know that any of us would be happy with something more traditional. We’re a bit… independent.”

“I hear a story,” Kyle says with a grin.

“There’s too many stories,” you laugh. “Mel, our beta, could probably get along alright with a more typical pack. They know how to handle themselves, in a traditional sense. But their mate, Jack - the wee blonde one,” you say, which gets a grin from Johnny, “is a bit of a wild card. He likes Alphas right up to the point where they try to tell him what to do.”

“Sounds a bit familiar,” Simon rumbles. You grin at him before your next bite of salmon.

“And Chrissy,” you finally say, searching for the right words, “is… hot.”

“Pink dress,” Johnny and Kyle say at the same time.

John makes a skeptical noise. “She can’t be in a traditional pack because she’s attractive?”

“She’s a singer, dancer, and model. You’ve seen her on billboards.”

“Still not seeing the problem,” John says.

“You’ve seen her tits on billboards.” When all of their eyebrows pop up, you take a sip of your wine. “She’s also a software developer.”

John says, “Ah.”

Kyle says, “So she also wouldn’t like a… possessive partner.”

“Not even a little bit,” you chuckle. You can’t help but smile as you think about the last time an alpha “commanded” Chrissy not to dance in front of Jack. “We’ve all had… interesting experiences with traditionalists, alphas or otherwise. Finding each other has been… very good. I think I speak for all of us when I say I can’t imagine my life without them.”

“Surprised you agreed to consider us,” Simon rumbles, sliding a bite of his own steak onto your plate. “Sounds like your pack ain’t fond of alphas.”

“Alphas are fine,” you say, shrugging your shoulder. You hum at the way the ribeye melts on your tongue. Simon’s nostrils flare, and you let yourself smirk. “You have your uses, I suppose.”

That gets him to break. The Lieutenant’s scent, already earthy, gets deeper, pungent, like a forest after rain. But where you expected a challenge, he just smells satisfied and aroused. It’s only a moment before you can scent Kyle, then Johnny, spicy and peppery and intent.

“Easy, Ghost,” John says on your other side. “Soap, Gaz, reign it in.”

“Yes, sir,” Simon says, tipping his chin up and looking away.

A server clears their throat before stepping forward to refill your water.

Dinner is over before you realize. Good food, good company, and good wine loosens your reservations until you’re a hairs breadth from leaning on John’s shoulder as you laugh at something Kyle has said. One of the servers inquires about dessert, but Simon declines before you can even look at the menu.

“There’s a nice spot for ice cream,” Johnny says, “Right around the corner, if ye’d like to walk.”

You would like to walk, actually. The check is paid before you even get a chance to consider protesting, and then John is offering his arm to escort you out. He chuckles when you side step him with a wink, then falls behind you as the others snicker.

You feel daring, sexy, walking back through the now crowded garden with four alphas as your guard. Everyone makes way for you. An alpha visibly disapproves of your outfit, but she looks away with a pinched expression just as you feel Simon’s large hand on the small of your back, guiding you between two tables then gone again. A hostess nervously dances away for Johnny when he darts forward to get the door, and Kyle slips inside to take point.

It’s a bit of a power trip, walking in the center of their diamond. John remains behind and to your left, and his hand brushes your lower back to guide you, there and gone again in a way that makes your pulse flutter. It’s inappropriate - you haven’t accepted their courtship, really - but you can’t deny that it feels good. They’ve decided you’re worth the effort of an escort, that you’re soft and delicate enough to protect.

Outside the restaurant, you shoot off a quick text.

You: They’re taking me for ice cream. Best Bitch: secondary location Best Bitch: hot Barbie: !!! Beta Daddy: no You: Just going around the corner, Mel Beta Daddy: hard disagree Beta Daddy: we’re in the parking lot

Your head snaps up to scan the parked cars, and grin when you see Mel leaning against their sedan, three cars away, glaring down at their phone. They’re dressed for the weekend, in a loose, thin sweater and soft looking trousers. You chirrup for them, and take a step forward when they catch your eye.

It makes you jump when Kyle makes a questioning noise and steps close to hover at your elbow.

“My Quasi is here,” you explain. “We’re leaving for Jack’s heat tomorrow morning, so I’m sleeping over.”

Anything else they might ask fades to background noise when Jack pops out of the back of the car. Even before his scent hits you, you can tell he’s deep into his pre-heat. His short blond hair is fuffy from where he’s been running his fingers through it, and his eyes are bright with energy.

He’s also barely dressed. His favorite pre-heat outfit of loose shorts and a crop top that shows the barest hint of under boob leaves a lot of tempting skin on display. When you step forward to wrap him in your arms, it’s easy to slip one hand into the shirt and rub your wrist between his shoulders. He’s a burst of sugar and vanilla for your senses that makes you purr as he kisses at the side of your neck. You don’t resist when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, lifting him by his thighs until he can cling comfortably.

“You smell good,” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

“So do you, pretty.” You press your lips to his eyebrow. It’s an understatement - Jack smells like sex, like love, like home. Holding him makes you feel strong, sets your blood singing.

Mel’s displeased rumble brings you back to yourself. “Back off.”

It’s reflex to look over your shoulder, tucking Jack between you, Mel, and the body of the car. John’s pack is right where you left them, a respectful distance away, looking curious. Johnny is obviously taking in Jack’s scent, but it’s Kyle who’s pupils are dilated, scent burning with interest.

You set Jack down and go shoulder to shoulder with Mel, instincts realigning with your pack in record time. Your lip curls, “Problem?”

“No problem,” John answers, eyebrows and hands up. He looks between you and Mel with obvious confusion, then takes a step back. The others follow his lead. “I suppose this is where we leave you?”

“Don’t have to,” Kyle says.

Simon’s hand lands heavy against the back of the younger man’s neck as Mel’s scent goes hot with simmering anger and your body tenses for a fight. His voice is a soft rumble. “Yes, we do.”

“I dunno,” Jack pipes up, peeking around Mel’s shoulder. “I could go for ice cream right now.”

The hair on your arms stands up at the idea of all these alphas around your omega. “Get back in the car, Jack.”

“Could fetch you some,” Johnny offers with a sharp grin. You can smell him rising to your challenge, though he smells playful instead of mean. “Shame to deny a sweet treat a sweet treat.”

Mel’s spicy scent goes sharp with pure violence, and your own instincts go protective as they growl, “No.”

“I would love a caramel ribbon, actually,” Chrissy’s amused voice floats out from the window, and then she steps out of the car behind you. “Since you’re dragging me away from civilization for the weekend.”

“Soap, Gaz,” John barks. “Three steps back. Now.”

Simon drags them back by the backs of their shirts, eyes never leaving your face. John sidles back, as well, scent muted but muddled with frustration and confusion. Mel growls, low in their throat. You do, too, staring John down until Jack chirps at you and smooths a hand down your back.

A deep breath of fresh air clears the fog that Jack’s pre-heat put over your mind. Of course John is confused. He isn’t challenging you. You’re an omega. He just spent three hours wining and dining you, courting you. And you just challenged him like an alpha.

You don’t even try to hide your embarrassment, covering your mouth as your face floods with heat. “Oh my god.”

John looks between you and Mel. “Did we do something wrong?”

“No,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut. You haven’t felt this out of control of your body in a long time. “No, I just. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“She’s omicron,” Mel says, taking a step to put their body between you and John’s pack. “Alpha-Omega.”

You expect the stunned silence that follows and fight back embarrassed tears. While you should be frustrated with them telling your business on a first date, a part of you is relieved to not have to say it yourself. You don’t want to watch them put it together, why your scent is so odd, why you can’t have kids, that you’re the reason your quasi has to function without an alpha.

Omicron conditions aren’t unheard of, but it’s such a hassle to explain. Congenital, it only became apparent when it was time to present. You’d been alpha first, -late, compared to your peers - and then you’d been sick, your body rejecting itself until everything resolved omega. Except your scent, and the things alpha hormones had changed that couldn’t be undone.

“Interestin’,” Simon answers, and the tension drops from his shoulders. “I’m beta-alpha.”

You’re so startled that you chirp. “Oh!”

When you look at them, Johnny is grinning with all of his teeth. “Oh, so that bit of fang wasn’t just fer show.”

Kyle barks a laugh that must shock him, because he slaps his hand over his mouth as John scruffs him with a frustrated growl. Behind you Jack and Chrissy start cackling because they’re assholes. But they also smooth their hands down your spine. When Chrissy ducks under your arm for a hug, you can’t help but laugh, yourself. She’s wearing the same barely there outfit as Jack, all tits and belly and hips, which means the two of them ambushed you on purpose, and probably roped Mel into it.

“Did you actually want ice cream,” you ask, pecking a kiss against her eyebrow, “or did you just come here to disrupt my date?”

“The ice cream is a bonus,” Jack purrs from your other side.

“You’re all welcome,” John startles you by saying. “Our treat.”

Mel grumbles, but turns to look at you, eyebrows up. They still smell a little discontented, but much less actively angry than before. When you tip your chin up for a kiss, they give you their jaw, then buzz their lips against your cheekbone, easy as anything. They reach back to put a possessive hand over Jack’s belly, but don’t say anything one way or another.

Chrissy props her chin on your shoulder. “I vote for ice cream, but it’s your date."

“Oh, is it?” You look at where Simon still has Johnny by the back of his neck, at Kyle’s hopeful smile and John’s carefully neutral face. “I guess if things went well, you were going to meet anyways.”

“I thought the evening was going very well,” John says, with a cautious look between you and Mel. He settles on looking at Mel and continues, “We’d be happy to escort you, though I understand if you all would be more comfortable if we left.”

“I wanna go,” Jack says. “And I want an escort.”

John looks to you, eyebrows up. You look at Mel, who shrugs, then at Chrissy who only leans in to flutter her eyelashes against your cheek. When you look at him, Simon returns your gaze with his hands in his pockets. Johnny is still grinning, but it’s Kyle’s shy eye contact, then looking up and away that makes you relax your shoulders with a huff.

“Yeah, alright,” you say. “I could go for some ice cream.”

This time of year is a bit slow for an ice cream shop. Oliver doesn’t really mind working on Friday nights, but Chloe absolutely hates it. Especially when her friends are live-sub-peeping about the omega she likes sub-peeping some beta who might be in grade twelve. Oliver assumes the problem is that Chloe herself is in grade eleven. She’s been moodily checking her phone all night, spraying scent neutralizer around herself seemingly every five minutes.

He tries not to let her mood affect him too much. Chloe’s in that stage of presentation where anything he says to try to help is either too “fatherly” (never mind that he’s barely six years older than her) or “the shhhtupidest thing I’ve ever heard, Olive, gods above.” All he can really get away with is reminding her to wipe down tables and restock the waffle cones. She’s a good kid and sets to with minimal grumbling, so Oliver promises her she can take an extra scoop of her favorite flavor after close.

He almost calls her from moping in the back when party of eight is about to enter the building, but nearly swallows his tongue when the doors open and one of the biggest, broadest alphas he’s ever seen steps inside. Even with scent neutralizers, he’s intimidating in his all black ensemble. Behind him come three more alphas, two men and a strikingly dressed woman. On her arm is an omega woman he never thought he’d meet in person agian.

“V-iolet Redd!” he blurts, then blushes as he corrects, “Miss. Redd, wow, oh my gosh.”

“Hi darling,” his favorite local celebrity says.

She’s just as lovely as she ever was at either of the concerts he went to before she left her label. He tries not to look for the facial scar he knows hides under her makeup, but it’s hard to look anywhere else without seeing a lot of skin. She smells vaguely of pre-heat, thought maybe not her own, and Oliver wouldn’t want to challenge the alphas she’s with even accidentally so he keeps his eyes down. He prays that Chloe keeps up her usual disappearing act.

“H-Hi. Hello. Hi,” Oliver greets her, lamely, then shakes himself. “Um, can I… What can I get you?”

Miss Redd narrows her eyes. “I know you. We’ve met a couple of times, no? At a meet and greet?”

“You remember me?” He clears his throat of the squeak. “I mean- uhm. Yes. Twice.”

“Yes! Oliver,” she exclaims. Her smile is blinding as she leans on the counter. “You were about to leave for university! I hope life has been good to you, these last few years.”

Before Oliver can recover enough to answer, the woman she’s with puts a hand to the middle of her back. “Jack’s waiting. Mel and John can handle him, but I have a feeling the addition of Johnny is going to be trouble, even for them.”

“Tav’ll be on his best behavior,” one of the other alphas says, with a laugh in his voice.

“It’s not Johnny I’m worried about,” the taller woman chuckles, pressing a kiss against Miss Redd’s temple. She smiles at Oliver and says, “You should come to her next show. She doesn’t perform under that name anymore, but if you’re interested in blues, she’s at The Opal two nights a month.”

“I would love to,” Oliver breathes.

“I’ll write my handles on the receipt,” Miss Redd says with a smile. “Feel free to send me a message, I’ll get you a good table. I can’t promise free drinks, but I’d love to see you there.”

Chloe chooses that moment to do her job and come to the front, sullen as ever. “Hi. I can help who’s next.”

The next few minutes are the usual scoops and cones and cups and tiny spoons. Chloe’s scent goes muddled with nerves when the pretty alpha places his order for five separate scoops, but she only gives him a little more ice cream than she should, so that’s fine. The big one carries ice cream out to the four waiting at the small table on the patio, big and quiet. The alpha with her arm around Miss Redd orders cones for both of them, and two pints to go. The big guy pays for all of it and leaves a generous tip, though he doesn’t start in on his cup right away.

Miss Redd tears the receipt in half and scribbles her information on side. Then she requests Oliver’s for the other half.

“He has a boyfriend,” Chloe mutters.

“Tip her extra," Miss Redd laughs to the big alpha, who reaches back into his pocket without a word. To Chloe, she says, “Keep calling out bullshit when you see it. Oliver and I are trying to catch up so I can get him in to a concert, so I’ll be sure to get two tickets.”

The big man finally breaks his silence as he slips a tenner into the tip jar. “C’n feel Johnny thinkin’ of doin’ somethin’ unwise.”

“Alright,” the other man laughs. “We should go, then.”

“It was great to see you Oliver,” Miss Redd tells him, so sincere it makes his throat tight. “I look forward to hearing from you. Message me this evening if you have a chance!”

“I will,” Oliver calls as the group exits.

Through the windows, Oliver watches the group eat their ice cream and talk. It’s easy to tell who Jack-and-Johnny must be, the way the other omega, just as scantily clad as Miss Redd, flirts with touching one of the alphas and keeps getting redirected and drawn away by someone who must be his beta. The alpha, for his part, keeps offering his cone for the little omega to taste and even looks like he’s leaning in for a kiss before the other alpha who didn’t come inside growls something that makes him laugh and retreat to the other side of the group. But Miss Redd and her alpha date are laughing and no one seems to be interested in trouble, so he makes himself focus on changing out one of the tubs of ice cream.

“You think they’re all one pack?” Chloe startles him by asking.

Oliver considers it, and shakes his head. “That’s… way too big for a single pack. That’s probably three packs, if not just… a couple of proximity packs.”

“I guess that makes sense. The alphas are military.”

“How do you know?”

“I looked at them,” she says, deadpan. “Seriously, Olive, that guy was huge and covered in scars.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s military. They could be bodyguards.”

“Fine,” Chloe says, rolling her eyes. “You win. Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” Oliver rolls his eyes right back.

“Great. I’m taking a break.”

Oliver doesn’t bother pointing out that she just got back from her third break in two hours. Instead, he scoops himself some cookie dough ice cream and says, “Yeah, let’s sit in the back for a bit. But you’re starting the next group. Deal.”

“Can I have some ice cream?” Chloe asks, then grins when Oliver nods. “Okay. Deal.”

[moonriseoverkyoto]

Moon Phases Masterlist

Bear Shifter AU! John Price had been everywhere with his men, from the hot desserts of the Middle East to the blistering cold forests of Russia. As his own retirement papers came across his desk, so did the destination of his roots. Armelle's Rest called out to him in his retirement like a siren song. But yet when he followed the song he now feels like he entered a lion's den instead. Too bad John Price never backed down from a challenge especially one with such furry ears and beautiful brown eyes.

Pairings - John Price x AFAB! OC, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x AFAB! OC, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Series Warnings - bear shifter au but no bestiality, still talks of animal instincts, eventual smut, eventual romance, oc has a kid and past trauma from her child’s absentee father, talks of emotional abuse from ex,

Series Playlist / Also available on AO3, leave a comment or kudos! Enjoy :)

Inspo from @the-californicationist's series called "Ursa Major" on ao3, an absolutely AMAZING John Price Shifter au fic with ghoap and honestly what drew me into the au. Make sure to be logged in to access it!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - Coming Soon!

[diathadevil]

there's SO many good songs he has for those tired wet dog type characters or for character playlists who are so deeply in love.

I can tell you Simon's playlist is gonna be filled with mostly Hozier music just because it fits his vibe.

How did I not listen to Hozier's music other than his hit song before wtf it slaps so much.

[cherrysprunk]

intro to cherrysprunk

this is a sprunki au and ask and i think also rp blog created by me, coraline (she/her)

they all mostly coexist in a normal town! most all of them have some sort of role, job or passion. city and neighborhood life.

feel free to ask them anything methinks

i'll update this when i actually get more of the writing down buuut beyond the keep reading are the cast's designs and names!

list of names (not in the above order, sorry):

oren -> orrin houston (he/they)

raddy -> raffael keller (he)

clukr -> karol malinowsky (he/she)

fun bot (they/it)

vineria -> vienne rocha (she)

gray -> graysen shaw (any)

brud -> the forest keeper/an coimeádaí (any)

garnold -> arnie nilsson (he)

owakcx -> oswin dirix (they)

sky -> skyler white (he) (yes, that was intentional)

mr. sun... or, the sun (any)

durple -> deirdre pei (they/she)

mr. tree -> major oak (any)

simon -> simon teague (he/they)

tunner -> tam nualláin (he/they)

mr. fun computer -> tandy fun-100 (any)

wenda -> whitney aliev (she)

pinki -> piritta koivisto (she)

jevin -> jed silveira (they)

black -> kara uzun (he)

ocs be beyond this point here...

theda van der veen (she)

lamarr auiak (he/it)

carrie sokolof (she/they)

[analog-autistic]

fake dash with various of my ocs. different “sets” of ocs will be separated with a — for my own sanity

previous oc fake dash (good lort that’s from October. oh my god)

also @fake-post-archive hope you don’t mind me tagging you!! ^^

“🔦 madmandelian” (and all other users in that section) are mandela catalogue ocs! everything else is my own stories)

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>be me

>member of the followers of the light

>im “not perfect” (intersex + autistic) so everyone is shitty

>under 20 so I can’t leave without my parents permission

>ask “too many” questions about things that don’t make sense to me

>they literally sew my mouth shut with magic

what do I do chat

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#i mean????? #what other choices do I have yk. #but also. im scared

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invading children of the ab*ss territory on my own wish me luck

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HELP I FUCKED UP

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lmao

#another one bites the dust. i suppose #i should show this to beetle #the hypnotist’s yips #edit: beetle’s addition to this is “it’s not an invasion if you’re alone and also a dumbass”

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Anonymous asked: you really shouldn’t be using “M.A.D.” in such a cutesy and romanticized way, it’s a really serious epidemic :/ especially since I don’t really believe that you have it, because you’ve never posted about it.

breaking news: I don’t want to talk about my wildly debilitating trauma with random internet strangers

#what a shocking revelation #ashleyanswers

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one of my friends says she got a computer virusss!!! everyone place your bets on if it’s a normal virus or if it’s the alternates again

🔦 madmandelian Follow

you’ll never guess what fucking happened

#man in the tv needs to fuck offfffffffff #bitch you have done ENOUGH #computer viruses #mandela daily life #<< such a funny tag #tw alt mention #tw alternate mention

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i am normal and can be trusted with your home address

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okay! :)

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what does this mean

🌳 climbing-trees-away-from-my-problems Follow

hello?? it’s been like a week what do you mean by this

🌳 climbing-trees-away-from-my-problems Follow

HELLO??

#HI! HI! #IT LITERALLY JUST STARED AT ME FOR LIKE 5 HOURS TILL I PASSED OUT #AND THEN IT DISAPPEARED!!! #I DONT KNOW IF ITS STILL IN MY HOUSE OR NOT!! #tw alternates #tw alternate #cw alternates #cw alternate

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watching over my lil sister for a bit (simon) (god of chaos u kno her) and. zomg girl u r fucked UP /aff

🃏 simonsays Follow

there is nothing wrong with playing touys . :(

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hoomans aren’t toyz

ur “simon says”-ing them to kill eachother in increasingly grotesque wayz

🃏 simonsays Follow

can’t a girl have some whimsy around here

#i do still mean that affectionately. ur my lil sister i love you #<< awww thanks :3 #simon says: read my post

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quick question for older forest spirits: is there a way for me to get piercings??

if it helps, im a vulture skull ^^

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You should not get piercings AT ALL! It is blasphemy against The Great Forest Deity and worship of the Deities Of Rebellion!

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get off the internet grandpa

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LMAO bro deactivated

#i am saying something

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help i wanna worship god of parties but my parents are the worst and won’t let me do anything what do

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dw bestie I’ll smite them fur u X3

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HUH

#hello??? god of partying themself reblogged my post?????? #sure ??? #rawring into the void

[n30ncr1ptid]

I'm very pro ghost x oldfriend! reader, but yall wanna know one of the only two ways i see him ending up with a woman? cause lets face it that man has a very homosexual vibe to him

reader beware , below the cut is the first part of an oc x ghost fic where the oc is a russian woman that may or may not be a werewolf (ooohh subplots) the oc is called anastasia and she's older than ghost (yes this might include mommy kink in future parts)

Have fun!

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Okay so, as usual tf 141 is out on a mission in buck fuck nowhere, so lets say they're in the middle of some random russian town that's lost in between snow and thick forest.

Unlike usual somehow ghost got captured and they tried to get information out of him, ghost, the man who has been through so much torture already, not hard to say that they don't suceed, but of course when he is rescued he is somewhat weak, that's a given, he has a merriad of cuts and miscellanious wounds on his back and he's probably caught something since ha has a feaver so high it could melt icecaps.

Unfortunatelly they still have to stay in this town some more since the mission is not done, but there's no way ghost can keep fighting -scratch that, he would but the others arent letting him pull something like that again because someone has to keep that man alive- so here they are, infront of a small house, the chimney is letting out a steady stream of smoke and the smell of a roast is coming from one of the windows.

They asked around and the locals told them to go here, they said there's a woman here called anastasia who will welcome them, and so they knock on the door. The door opens. And suddenly three military men stand frozen on their feet as what can only be descrived as a mix of a fantasy character and the grandmother from the coziest book they've never read looks at them like she's just adopted three strays.

"ah, soldiers, come in". Anastasia's voice is thick with a very strong russian accent, the type of voice that only exists in the most lost confines of the earth.

She gestures for them to come inside and take the very injured Simon and lay him down on the couch. That's when they finally catch a good look at the woman welcoming them into her house, she's short, definetly far from any of their heights, her frame is thick, not the perfected plasticky type of thick either, this woman is built like a russian tank wearing a dress with a flowers on the bottom edges and a white wool shawl.

Her hair is covered by a red piece of cloth that's enbroydered with flowers, she uses a long stick to walk since she has a limp, one of her hands has deep acid scars , so do her cheeks which are covered with large diamond(-Esque) shaped acid scars.

And the woman isn't lacking in confidence no, far from it actually, her body might be scarred but her gaze could bring any of them to their knees with a simple word, but wordlessly she dissapears into what they can only think is the bathroom, she comes out with clean cloth and disinfectant, she cleans the wounds on ghost's back between quiet breaths and mutters in her mother tounge.

Anastasia then does the unthinkable, she wraps her arms around simon's waist and hauls him onto her shoulder like he's a kid and not 200-something pounds of enigmatic soldier designed to lurk in the corners of rooms when you're about to fall asleep. Short to say that price's cigar almost falls to the floor, soap is for the first time ever at a lack of words and Gaz is blinking like he doesn't know what to think.

"malen'kly needs a bath, you three can sit on couch, or take something from fridge"

But Simon? He's in heaven, he went from getting tortured to being carried like a doll, his head lying on the Russian's shoulder, and he feels like he has a weight in his throat because... He feels like he's able to relax for once

[occasional-ghost]

🖼 + Richie & Simon & Sage

Sage:

Simon:

Richie: (Sage holding a future family dog?)

[that-ace-up-your-sleeve]

A start of a fic I'm writing :3 it's nowhere near done but it's something

bear hybrid!price, fox hybrid!oc + child!oc

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Price’s nose twitched as something poked at it. He grumbled and batted the offending fly away. Little buggers had apparently thawed out with the arrival of spring and came to bother his hibernation, however close its end might've been.

The fly huffed and poked Price's nose again. His brows pulled together into a frown. What the hell? Even in his still-mostly-asleep state he knew flies didn't make sounds besides annoying buzzing.

After the third poke, this time to his cheek, Price's eyes cracked open just a sliver. Big, round eyes the color of amber stared back.

In an instant Price was awake, his ears flattening against his head and eyes opening in alarm.

That's a child. There was a child sitting on his chest.

“Hi, Mister Bear,” the child said in a sweet voice, looking at Price with a sharp-toothed grin. The pointy fox ears (which were honestly quite adorable with their fluffiness) on top of his head were trained towards the man.

Price blinked. Once. Twice. “What the fuck?” he finally whispered in a rough voice, only halfway convinced he wasn't actually hallucinating this whole thing.

The child frowned. “Mama says that's a bad word,” he said with a stern look. “And bad words are…bad. Not allowed.”

Price blinked again. Honestly, why was this his life? Here he was hoping to wake up from his hibernation, maybe go for a walk in the forest and greet Johnny and Simon and Kyle after a long winter, but no. He was woken up by a goddamn fox hybrid child who couldn't have been more than 5 years old.

[unhappy-last-resort]

The Unhappiest Masterlist

Fandoms and characters organized by alphabetical order, fics organized by newest to oldest.

Unless stated otherwise, all fics are yandere and have a GN Reader.

Genshin Impact

Albedo:

Cyno:

Heizou:

Lyney:

Wriothesely:

Miscellaneous

Sylus (Love and Deepspace):

Caleb (Love and Deepspace)

Make Me An Addict - gore, angst, horror, implied pseudo-incest

Run Run Run - Chase scene

Frozen Over - Angst

OC's:

None yet

Morimens

Hameln:

My Song I Yearn For, My Conductor I Follow - smut, GN Reader

Uvhash:

Golem's Treasure - blood sucking

NIKKE: Goddess Of Victory

Andersen:

Rapi:

Path To Nowhere

Angell:

Cinnabar:

Langley:

Gun play drabble

Chief:

Eleven:

Fox:

Punishing: Gray Raven

21.:

Coming Soon

Asimov:

A New Breakthrough (drabble) - Metaphysical warts and boils

Alpha:

A Beast Unshackled - GN Fem-Bodied Reader, Implied kidnapping, SMUT

Ayla:

Bianca:

Camu:

Drabble - Non-con

Cradle:

Changyu:

Chrome:

Coming Soon

A Sinful Escapade - Noncon, somno, SMUT

Fevered Dreams - sick reader, manipulation, implied non-con somnophilia

Vampire Chrome drabble

Drabble

Gray Raven Commandant:

Hacima:

Hanying:

Hassen:

Kamui:

Weak - Sick Reader, falling out between friends (WILL BE DELETED AND REWRITTEN)

A Note Found In the Strike Hawk Lounge (drabble)

Lee:

Angst Lee Drabble - mourning your death

The Raven Who Watches - Stalking, "mutual" masturbation

Drabble - Stalking

Liv:

Lithos:

Lucia:

Lucia: Lotus - Angst

Luna:

Noan:

A passage found in Noan's sketchbook (drabble) - implied nsfw

Raindrops - Not Yandere, angst

There's Barnyard Grass Growing In Your Garden - yan shit

Qu:

Roland:

A Sinful Escapade - Noncon, somno, SMUT

A Puppet In A Bamboo Forest - Forced kissing, implied non consensual surgery, tracking

Counting Minutes - Delusional behavior, bombing threat

What Lovers Do - Non-con

Fevered Dreams - sick reader, manipulation, implied non-con somnophilia

Selena:

Simon:

He Smells of Tears and Want - SMUT

Delusions - SMUT

Vera:

Vonnegut:

Forgive Me, My God - blasphemy kink, misuse of religious objects

Wanshi:

Wanshi's Report Log (Drabble)

Watanabe:

Astral Desires - Implied past non-con (fingering), based off of that one creepy secret in his Astral frame

Zero:

Wuthering Waves

Scar:

Scar drabble - implied non con

Burning Cards and Burning Scars (drabble) - Implied past abuse, mentions of physical scars

Male Rover:

Fem Rover:

[codwithay]

WHO WAS JAMIE CERVANTES?

Jamie Cervantes is my lotf oc !!! He represents toxic masculinity. Below I have written multiple paragraphs describing him, both pre-island and on the island.

This will be long but I will try to organise it the best I can. I wanted to get out what I have right now for him !! I will probably add more to this later

Ask blog @jamiecervanteslotf

PRE ISLAND

Jamie was raised in a religious household by a single mother. His father died at war when he was a toddler, so he has no memories with him. His mother worked late most nights, so he spent most of his time drawing or exploring outdoors, which he and Simon bonded over. (These explorations expanded to trespassing, which caused him to grow into a thrill seeker.)

He was a member of the choir, which was his mother’s attempt at getting him to socialise and become more involved in their church. He became close friends with those in the choir.

He had no male role models outside of church, so he reflected exactly what they taught him. he was taught that men should be strong and women should be submissive housemakers, which heavily affected how he viewed himself. Through the years he forced himself to hide emotion, pain and fear as he believed it to be feminine.

He developed dermatillomania around the age of eight.

ON THE ISLAND

During most meetings, he tended to keep to himself, though when he did speak it was usually a smug remark or an insult thrown towards whoever disagreed with what he wanted. He was jokingly violent sometimes. Occasionally physically.

During a hunt, he failed to kill a pig. He tried to trap it, which resulted in him being bitten. This bite would heal quickly.

The idea of a beast excited the thrill chaser within him, so he spent many nights outside trying to find evidence of it. These night adventures caused him to miss sleep and begin thinking less clearly.

During all this, he began to feel nauseous, though what do you expect from such a huge change in diet? The hydrophobia must’ve been normal too then, right? And the foaming at the mouth? There’s certainly no way that pig bite was important!!

Jack was hosting a feast at Castle Rock, which Jamie heard about. He showed up quite early for the event though he was feeling unwell. It soon began to storm but they were having fun so it didn’t matter!! Jamie watched them dance, too tired to join in, but his attention was soon brought to the figure crawling from the woods.

Jamie joined in with the rest as they kicked, punched, scratched and bit, but he was not well. He was very unwell, in fact. You see, he was not just biting the beast, but any flesh he could get inbetween his teeth. His mouth tasted of blood of many different people, but he did not care.

As the group dispersed, Jamie realised what he had done. Jamie wiped blood from his lips and crawled away into the forest, ashamed of his own sin.

As he lay on the forest floor, he stared at the sky, wondering if he would ever be forgiven for his actions. The sky seemed to get darker, as if god were rejecting him, and he passed out. He lay there, not dead but not quite alive, for several days.

His body waited for the fire that would inevitably consume him, like hell had come to take him.

[blazefirefox]

The Bellflower Witch

"If you see a shadow slip by you and the sounds of a feline, beware, for Eastridge's resident witch is on the hunt. She'll show no mercy and will leave nothing behind."

Here's my Veldigun OC, Jinx, or The Bellflower Witch!

She goes by she/they pronouns. Her former partner was Barbara, with her current one being Mortimer. They aren't very fond of Clyde, indifferent to Winfrey (at least at first...), is friends with Simon and The Flock, wants to put Klaus in a meat grinder, and wants to get closer to Jack. Hates Lankmann (The Doctor)

History

When they were still in their ooze form, they pretty much exclusively consumed stray cats, mice, and deer if they were lucky enough. This resulted in her primarily feline form. She was quite timid during this period, mostly because she was alone, and her small stature didn't exactly help things for her fighting-wise. That is until they met a young girl by the name of Jennifer Perkins in the county of Eastridge, who, despite their odd appearance, grew fond of the Veldigun. Jinx also valued her companionship, and would monitor Jen's entire life. Unfortunately, Jennifer would be found by Jinx bleeding out in the middle of the forest after a mugging gone wrong. In a last ditch attempt to save her, Jinx consumed Jen, so that she would "live forever" in them. Jennifer Perkins, at 17 years-old, would be the first victim of The Bellflower Witch.

After consuming Jen, Jinx's form would become slightly bigger, and more alike to a "true" Veldigun, although she was still very lonely. Until she met Barbara, another Veldigun finding refuge in the woods. She would immediately become Jinx's mother figure, and would remain partners and best friends. Since she now had the stability to form her own personality, some of her snark comes through, and she starts to act more like an angsty teen lol. Things were relatively well now. Both Jinx and Barbara were hesitant to feed on humans, with Barbara only consuming those that think they don't have anything else to live for and Jinx only feeding on them when desperate. Both of their worlds would turn upside down when the Lankmann Foundation reared its ugly head. The foundation's best hunter, Clarisse von Arnham, was tasked to capture Veldigun, in which she was happy to oblige. The forest around Eastridge was becoming more and more dangerous for the Veldigun pair to reside in, as Clarisse had made it her mission to purge the species through traps and frequent hunting expeditions. Barbara and Jinx would be able to evade her, but their luck ran out when Clarisse caught them off guard and managed to subdue Barbara. In a moment of pure adrenaline, Jinx consumed Clarisse, along with eating and brutalizing her remains. This would lead up to Jinx's current form.

For a few years after, Barbara and Jinx managed to stay low, with the traps Lankmann setting up becoming more dangerous to make up for the loss of the foundation's most prestigious hunter. In one of these traps, Jinx's right (her right) horn would be broken off, but it would regrow. Eventually, the Lankmann Foundation was able to capture the pair by cutting off their food source until they were on the brink of starvation and taking them in then. Lankmann himself made the executive decision of sending in Barbara to communicate with a captured Winfrey. When things were going nowhere, some of the Caretakers went into the cell to retrieve Barbara, which prompted Winfrey to freak out and become uncontrollable. Unfortunately, Barbara would be caught in the crossfire. Although technically she was consumed by Winfrey, to the physical world, Barbara was dead, and Jinx had to witness it all. For months afterward, Jinx would be kept in that infernal asylum, feeling the loneliness of their early days, and the same mourning of Barbara as they had for Jennifer. Caretakers would sometimes come into their cell and take notes on their behavior, but they'd never give them the satisfaction of doing anything interesting for them. Even rarer still, regular employees of the asylum would come to take a look at the creature, none of them staying for long. Except for one...

why did the artist keep bothering her? it doesn't matter, she missed the company

The Doctor himself even paid her a visit once, but he didn't stay for long, and thank god he left so soon. Jinx lived in this cycle until hell came crashing down. Clyde infiltrated the asylum.

Trivia

Her voice claims for her felidae form was just a cat ig, her juvenile form was Veronica Sawyer (Winona Ryder) from Heathers (1989), and her current voice is Ramona Flowers (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) from Scott Pilgrim vs. The World/Takes Off

she is very mitski-penelope scott-jack stauber coded

they hate Clyde so much because they encountered it when they were still just a cat and it literally threw her 💀

she also kinda blames it for her capture because it "should've just left the stupid county alone"

when they're in the area, Jinx just sometimes... chills at Simon's barn; they both relate to not feeding on humans (ofc Jinx still does, but only when desperate)

Jinx's biggest fear is becoming like Clarisse, as some of her """"""interesting""""""" personality traits slipped into Jinx's demeanors, and she's worried that she'll just become a danger that will be abandoned

yeah she has issues save her please

im hinging a lot of her backstory on the headcannon that veldigun can control if their touch is dangerous (y'know, the melding bone and skin stuff)

urghhhh its 1 am what am I doing with my life

after consuming Clarisse, Jinx would start physically eating their victims after claiming their minds, just so they wouldn't leave anything behind

sometimes she purposefully goes into the town to freak out some humans for gits and shiggles

her arms can stretch longer than their normal length

Jinx is cunning, but not as smart as Clyde, but what she can beat him out with is actually just brute strength (she never skips arm day)

teeeechnically her name is Jennifer since that was her first human consumption, but, no offense to Jen, Jinx thinks the name is kinda lame and kept Jinx

illl add more later ig idk

MORE INFO IN REBLOG

ANOTHER THING, I'd like to thank @havoc-bloom for being so kind and letting me info dump to them about her around a year ago, you've helped me so much by talking to me, even if we haven't done it in a while :)

here she is ive been working on this ref ever since volume 1 came out im so glad its finished! ofc now I have to do all my other ocs and my other thing for jinx but eh. im going to go sleep

ill try to edit this in the morning, but I hope you like her!

but more references as a treat

[moonriseoverkyoto]

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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Two Sides of the Same Coin - pt. 1, pt. 2

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Riley!Reader - The Riley siblings had always had an agreement to never work together. It was too close to home, something they both spent time running from. However when the bell rang for supper, it was only so long before they would both show up at the door. But what happens when a certain Scotsman takes a liking to the heavily protected and guarded sister of the infamous Simon “Ghost” Riley.

Paused until further notice. See here

Clinking Dogtags - Pt.1, Pt. 2

Johnny “Soapl MacTavish x Riley! Reader - this inspired my “two sides of the same coin” series but also can be read by itself or as an alternate universe.

Save a horse, Help a cowgirl - pt.1, pt. 2

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Southern!Medic!Reader aka the two people with the heaviest accents on base fall the hardest for eachother

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Seeing Double - pt.1, pt.2, pt. 3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6

(PRIORITY UPDATES) Simon “Ghost” Riley x MacTavish! Reader- Banshees were always known to arrive before death, a premonition, a warning, a wailing woman. But what follows after death? A ghost. OR The Mactavish twins always loved working together but the military would never allow it, until a sudden order comes from the top for you to be teamed up with your twin and the men he never shuts up about. Simon Riley feels himself falling for a woman he knows he should not want, he knows he does not deserve. How long can a ghost haunt before the banshee cries?

p.s. I write this series with Hozier playing on repeat in the background

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Baby Boy - pt.1 , pt.2, pt.3

(PRIORITY UPDATES) Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Medic! Reader - Kyle was notorious for sleeping with the medics on base. He was even more notorious for stealing their files on certain personnel. So what happens when the unstoppable force of Kyle’s charm meets the immovable object of you, the newest medic to join the ranks and the only one Kyle hasn’t slept with, yet.

John Price

Drunken Doubts are Sober Concerns - here

(Bar Owner! John Price x Reader) Simon hired you to bartend with him, pending John’s request. The older man doubted you but for how long could he ignore how well you took care of his men?

Moon Phases - AO3 or series masterlist here

(bear shifter!John Price x bear shifter! fem! OC) John Price had been everywhere with his men, from the hot desserts of the Middle East to the blistering cold forests of Russia. As his own retirement papers came across his desk, so did the destination of his roots. Armelle's Rest called out to him in his retirement like a siren song. But yet when he followed the song he now feels like he entered a lion's den instead. Too bad John Price never backed down from a challenge especially one with such furry ears and beautiful brown eyes.

Poly! 141 Fics

Dirty Dancing AU!Ghoap x Reader - Here

Drabbles & Untitled Misc.

Secret Admirer! Ghost x Medic! Reader - pt. 1 Platonic ! Ghost x Reader (Request) - Pt. 1, Pt. 2

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