#pronoun checkpoint

[luvyurself]

I’m going blind, I gotta have it somehow

I listened to two asmrs of francis and now I’m dry humping the phone

c/w: she/her pronouns, doppelgänger francis, suggestive but no smut, we rocking with the copycat cause he’s rocking with us

this is based off a c.ai omfg I’m the biggest fucking gooner UGHHHHH

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this job was more overwhelming then what she thought it would be. being a doorman seemed like easy work, checking people in and making sure they were getting to their right apartments, it definitely felt like it could be smooth sailing for a good deal of pay.

of course, it would be that way, if the city she lived in wasn’t currently facing the ever growing doppelgänger problem that would be putting its people at risk of being killed.

the d.d.d branch had ways of dealing with these copycats that included checkpoints around the city, tight knit security in public areas, and of course her job: a doorman in an apartment complex.

people always have that mentality of thinking they can easily spot a doppelgänger, and for a while she thought she could too.

she came across multiple ones that can’t get the appearance right, one of them having an extra eye on his forehead, one lady with her entire face stitched up, or some other obvious abnormality in their appearance.

those encounters made her think that this job wouldn’t be as difficult, until some of them started to really put their time into getting the appearance right.

she nearly let in one of it wasn’t for the mole that she realized wasn’t even on her face like it was in the picture. or how quickly she shut the window after hanging up the phone with the real one answering saying he was still there.

after those ones, she finally started to get the idea that this job was going to be an overwhelming nightmare.

today was one of those days with multiple close calls and three held in emotional breakdowns.

she sighed out of her nose as she let in the last tenant of the night, groaning softly as she placed her hands on her head and tiredly rested it on the desk.

she was just about ready to conk out and take a nice long sleep, moving to stretch her body to sooth it’s aching muscles from sitting down for a long period.

she felt the back of her head meet with something and froze up, letting out a short gasp before a hand covered her lips, a low shushing sound came next to her ear.

“mmm….I could say thank you for letting me in….” the voice spoke lowly, his other hand reaching to hold hers that was near the phone. he didn’t have a tight grip on it it, but the way his fingers barley rubbed her knuckles made her not even think to move.

a deep chuckle tickled her ear, “you’re one of the more…..easier doormen to convince….” he let his hand that was on her mouth drop, his thumb rubbing her bottom lip gently as he stood next to her, showing himself to her.

she felt her heart pounding against her chest, of course, of-fucking-course this doppelgänger chose to copy the milkman that lived in this apartment.

francis mosses was a man who she became very familiar with when she started here. he was always tired, spoke in a low and quiet tone, and was very very attractive.

she couldn’t help but fumble with her words like a school girl whenever she saw him. whenever he’d slide his id and entry request under and she’d shakily grab it, not daring to meet him in the eye while she compared the photos to make sure they were correct.

it was embarrassing multiple times when she’d slide his id back, only for their hands to briskly touch before she would pull away and apologize like a cliche rom-com movie. but that ghost of a smile that would grace his face would always make her want to relive it again and again.

and maybe, just maybe, she mistook the weird feeling in her gut the moment the copy cat of him walking in today was just the butterflies in her stomach from seeing him.

his hand going to run through her hair brought her back to reality, his fingers gently combing through and twirling it with his index finger.

“it’s funny how easy it was to convince you to open the door….you were practically drooling over me.” he spoke in a almost teasing tone, the hand holding hers went to squeeze it a bit more tighter.

she didn’t know how she was sitting there with her voice in her throat, but she finally felt it coming back as she let out a weak voice, “please…..please let me go…” she let her gaze look down to the hand holding hers, feeling her fingers twitch slightly.

in under different circumstances, if this were actually francis, she would definitely would be melting on the spot and be practically on her knees.

but this wasn’t francis, just a copycat looking for its next meal. she had to keep telling herself that to overcome the growing feeling of flustering and something else she will not entertain.

the doppelgänger gave her a small smile, one that looked exactly like how the real francis would, but this one had an eerie feeling to it. he cooed slightly, “aww….why would I do that?”

the fingers in her hair moved to her chin, tilting it up so she could meet his gaze, “what would you do, hmm? call the d.d.d?” he took a quick glance towards the phone, before back at her, “I could kill all these tenants in seconds before they could arrive….and you really don’t look like you can even overthrow me.”

the fake francis tilts his head, leaning closer to her, “in fact….I don’t think you would have the strength to even call them, I mean after all…” he gave a low laugh, “I practically have you melting in the palm of my hand.”

she felt her ears warm up, breathing getting shaky as she stuttered out her words, “I….I should….I….” she trailed off, the man in front of her humming, “you should, but….will you?”

god, god this affirmation wasn’t working. this doppelgänger was way too good at this. she felt like a mess for actually wanting it.

he brushed a hair away from her face, the hand trailing down to her shoulder as he leaned in closer to her ear, “you won’t tell on me….will you?~”

she swallowed sharply, her eyes squeezing shut as she embarrassingly shook her head, humming softly as she gripped her palm tightly.

the copycat smiled, his other hand resting on hers reaching to place on her thigh as he massaged it, “oh….you want me bad don’t you?~”

she let out a soft whimper, her hands reaching up for him to have a touch. a soft tut, his hand blocking hers from reaching out to him, “come on, baby….use your words.” he spoke in a sultry tone, making her melt even more into him as she mumbled out in a pathetic voice, “yes….yes I do.”

she didn’t care at this point that he wasn’t the real francis, she just craved anything that could satisfy her longing in her heart for him. and this doppelgänger was more then willing to satisfy himself and her.

francis let out a low laugh, letting go of her hands so she can finally reach out for him. he let his hand slip under her skirt, feeling himself shiver slightly at her hands going under his shirt, “oh….im going to enjoy eating you up~”

omg francis I’m coming ngh~

[barefoothighlander]

hiiii i love your work so much and i was wondering if you could please do something angsty where the reader is dating ghost and on the team and something goes wrong? like to the point where they are MIA and presumed dead for months? but they are found and ghost is so relieved and can’t believe that they’re alive (can be female reader or gender neutral i don’t mind 💛)

been in my feels recently so here’s some ghost angst

warnings: violence, grief, mentions of death, small mention of scars & blood, mentions of ptsd, smoking, gn pronouns (reader call sign is fox)

“Where are they?” Ghost bursts into Prices office

“Soap got back 10 minutes ago”

“And what about Fox, are they back?”

“Not yet”

“Not yet? Did they call in?”

“Comms fell through half an hour ago”

“So they’re out there blind?”

Price huffs a breath, nodding to Ghost, his face drops, you had been on a recon with Soap and it was going well until the two of you got ambushed and had to call for evac, Soap made it to the rendezvous point where the heli was waiting but you weren’t there, the enemies swarmed the checkpoint, you made the call for them to leave you.

Ghost loomed around base for hours, waiting, changing the channel on his comms every minute to see if you were talking, but it was radio silent.

“Let me go find them”

“Absolutely not Simon, there’s hostile everywhere I’m not sending you out to get killed”

“With all due respect Captain, it’s not your call”

“If you leave this base I will have you sent home son, the best we can do is wait”

Ghost stands still, his eyes staring down Price silently begging him to let him leave, but Price stays stern. He walks to the deck, standing outside the base his his back against the wall, reaching for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and lighting one.

He stands outside for hours, willing you to appear, to be safe, walking towards him with open arms, but his view is clear. No one on deck, no vehicles pulling in, there’s nothing.

Two months pass, two months of silence, Price had called the mission to an end two weeks after you were declared MIA, Ghost went back to an empty home. Everything was too quiet without you there, the bright lights of the house dimmed without your presence, Simon felt everything slipping away again.

He’d never prepared himself for the day he’d lose you, he’d lost everyone, everything, the pain of living without you didn’t even compare to that of losing his family, he felt like someone had reached into his chest and ripped his heart out. He barely slept, staying awake every night praying you’d walk through the door, when he did sleep he dreamt of you, your face resting on the pillow just inches from his, he dreamt of just holding you.

The scent of your soap still lingered on some old clothes, he’d sometimes grab a shirt and just hold it to his skin, imagining it was you there in front of him instead of a piece of cloth.

Within the second month he had cut all contact with the team, ignoring their calls and texts, he didn’t care for their words of encouragement or condolences, none of it made up for the fact that you weren’t there.

He felt guilty, he couldn’t save you, he blamed himself thinking about how he should’ve been there, he shouldn’t protected you just like he’d done in missions before. He blamed Soap for leaving without you, even if it was your call, he would’ve never left you behind no matter the circumstances.

It was all too much, he didn’t have enough time with you, an eternity still would’ve been too short, everything in him ached and longed for you, he just wanted one more moment, one more time he could tell you how much you meant to him, how much he loved you.

He refused to pack your things, not out of denial but because he refused to let you be forgotten, wherever you were, you’d be with him forever. He always made your side of the bed, he kept all your mugs next to his just like you’d done years before, everything in his life still looked as if you were with him.

His hope dwindled with each day, every night you were gone was just a higher chance of you never coming home to him, he checked in with base every morning to see if there was any news, everyday was the same, you hadn’t shown up.

72 days had gone by since you went missing, presumed dead but they hadn’t identified your body, at 4am Simon was standing on the porch smoking a cigarette when the ring of his phone echoed through the house, he assumed it was some call in for an op, begrudgingly dragging himself back inside to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Is this Simon?”

“Who’s asking?”

“I’m with the Bayfield Emergency Hospital, we have a patient asking for you”

His heart dropped through his chest, he hung up his phone and rushed to his car, he was acting purely on adrenaline, every fibre of his being hoping it was you they found, that he wouldn’t arrive to someone else laying in a cot.

He’s speeding through the dark night, eyes darting around to check for police officers, there was nothing in the world that could stop him from getting to the hospital.

He pulls into the parking lot and rushes through the large glass doors,

“Where are they?”

“Who Sir?”

“The one that asked for Simon, where are they?”

“I need your full name”

“I- I can’t, please just tell me where they are”

“Sir I can’t let you in without the paperwork”

He slams his fists to the desk, “Please”

He sees two security guards from the corner of his, he retracts his palms stepping back, tears pricking his eyes as heat flushes his skin,

“Is he here yet?” A doctor asked, stepping through a sliding door

“Are you fox’s doctor?”

“Who are you”

“I’m Simon, are they in there”

The doctor looks hesitantly towards the nurse, “come with me”

His ears a ringing, the fluorescent lights above his head feel blinding as he makes his way through the series of hallways.

“They’re okay, a little banged up, it’s their mental state we’re worried about”

Simon looks through the small window on the door, you’re laying in the bed, your arms strapped to your sides.

“You can go in”

Simon takes a breath, nodding to the doctor before opening the door, he can see you better now, there’s cuts and bruises scattering your legs, dried blood on your skin all the way up to your neck, your face is flush, stained with tears.

“Fox?”

You turn your attention to him, shaking your head “No, no please, go away”

He moves towards you slowly, like a wounded animal as you thrash against your restraints, tears streaming down your face.

“Fox it’s me”

“Please, just let me go”

His hand ghosts over your arm and you flinch from the contact, Ghost turns to glance at the door before he takes his mask off, turning back to you.

“It’s me love, no one’s gonna hurt you”

“You’re not real”

He thinks for a moment, his fingers moving to undo one of your restraints as he kneels by your side, he lifts your hand to touch his face, your fingers trace over his scars.

“It’s me”

You let out a sob, Simon reaches to undo your other arm and pulls you into him, muffling your cries with his chest as he holds you.

“It’s okay, you’re home” He’s saying it to the both of you, your fingers clinging to his jacket.

He sits with you as you cry, his hands gently stroking your hair,

"I can't believe you're home" He whispers into your hair, his eyes watering as a small sniffle leaves his nose.

His hand holds yours close as you wait for the doctors to clear you, they tend to a few superficial cuts before letting you leave. Simon helps you slowly walk to the car, the ride back is silent, his eyes glancing over to check on you every so often before he pulls into the driveway.

You sit, staring at the house, he opens your door standing next to you, his arm extending to help you out before you make your way inside. It's all so familiar but different at the same time, everything is the same, the pictures on the shelves haven't moved, the flowers that sat in the vase now dried up and wilted, he kept everything the same.

"Let's go to bed" He says, his hands lightly cupping your jaw as he leans down to plant a gentle kiss to your forehead. You follow quietly behind him as he settles into bed, the mattress is soft under your body, a stark contrast to the environment you've been in for the past few months.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you into him as his chin settles on top of your head, you're breathing in his scent, the warmth of his skin enveloping you just like you wished it had for so many nights. Simon's heart aches with every sniffle you let escape, all he can do is hold you.

"I love you so much Simon"

He takes a deep breath, hip lips pressed to the crown of your head, "Don't ever leave me fox".

[nvmadic]

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS - SCHLATT

prompt: the reader seeks out schlatt's help to help them beat a level on a game but find him rather occupied. words: 2,799 warnings: nsfw/18+, exhib/voyeurism, oral sex, praise kink notes: gn!reader, no pronouns this is something i had sitting in my drafts incomplete until this ask inspired me to finish this. so thank you !

For several days, Schlatt found refuge in your apartment while urgent maintenance work was underway in his own place. The relentless clamour of hammers and whirring drills disrupted his ability to record videos, prompting him to seek a tranquil space. Grateful for your understanding, he arrived with a sheepish smile and a few bags, apologizing for the inconvenience. He reassured you that he would make every effort to minimize noise and avoid disrupting your daily routine. Being the supportive friend you were, you gladly extended your help. And to your delight, he brought along his affectionate feline companions, who purred contentedly as they familiarized themselves with the new environment.

In the midst of limited space and an unfamiliar environment, Schlatt ingeniously pieced together a reasonably functional and efficient setup in your spare room. Rising early each day, he diligently recorded his videos, making the most of the resources at hand. When he wasn't occupied with errands or work during the mornings and afternoons, he relished the quieter evenings, savouring your company and engaging in late-night conversations over some takeout and games.

Utterly drained and overwhelmed, you slumped back in your chair, fixated on the incessantly flashing screen before you. Determined not to surrender, you had been locked in an infuriating battle with this level of the game that seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Repeatedly respawning at the same checkpoint, you were mercilessly taunted by the similar obstacles and enemies that stood in your path. Your fingers danced with well-practised precision, each button press a desperate attempt to forge a path forward, yet success eluded you. The patterns of each obstacle, the strategies of each enemy, and even the haunting sound of your virtual demise had been etched into your memory. Frustration mingled with weariness, your resolve teetering on the edge of collapse beneath the weight of continuous defeat.

Grasping the weighty controller in your hand, an internal battle waged within, torn between pressing the dreaded Respawn button once more or surrendering to seek out a mentally rejuvenating activity. Though the inclination to surrender loomed large, a flicker of determination flickered deep within your core. Refusing to admit defeat just yet, you delved into the recesses of your mind, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope. And then, as if struck by lightning, an epiphany illuminated your thoughts, flooding them with a burst of inspiration. Without a moment's hesitation, you sprang from your seat and made a beeline for Schlatt's temporary sanctuary. Imagining him facing the frustrations and setbacks that had tested your patience brought a mischievous smile to your lips.

As you approached the door, a pleasant surprise washed over you as you noticed it was slightly ajar. In the days prior, Schlatt had diligently worked behind closed doors, the firmly shut entrance serving as a clear indication that he needed uninterrupted focus. The sight of the slightly open door now hinted at the possibility of a break in his concentrated efforts, sparking curiosity within you. Tentatively pushing open the door, your eyes immediately fell on a frantic and flustered Schlatt. Caught off guard by the scene before you, it was immediately evident that he wasn't simply working on his videos; a mix of surprise and arousal wash over you as you watch him pleasuring himself. His large hand eagerly rubbed at his shaft as he bucked his own hips in an attempt to thrust himself further into his tight grasp. His brows furrowed with concentration, the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as his hand moved with fervour.

Intently watching the video on his monitor in front of him, he sat with his cock pulled over his shorts almost as if he was reacting on a lustrous impulse and immediately needed to alleviate himself of some built-up tension. His arm moved with hast and vigour, betraying a sense of desperation. Standing there, frozen in indecision, caught between two conflicting desires. Part of you just wanted to immediately divert your gaze and slowly creep out having pretended nothing had ever happened, but another part of you was intrigued. Unequivocally drawn to the possibility that the open door was an open invitation, a tacit acknowledgement of some unspoken tension that had emerged between you both.

Schlatt's attention was completely captured by the video before him, struggling to multitask pleasuring himself as a result; his pace haltering as he watched the screen intently. His breathing became more pronounced as he focused on the monitor, with each soft groan in the form of an exhale serving as a release of tension.

You hesitated, reluctant to make any sudden movements. Despite the fact that he had his headset securely resting over his ears, the mere idea of shifting your weight and potentially causing a floorboard to creak, drawing his attention towards you, ignited a blend of anxiety and anticipation within your stomach. You found yourself caught in a captivating mix of nervousness and excitement, uncertain of how the rest of this would unfold. As you stood eagerly anticipating his actions, he continued to thrust himself into his own fisted grip. Swinging his head back and suppressing a throaty groan that had escaped his lips. His chest heaved as his heart rate spiked, and his breathing was somewhat frantic.

Regardless of the fact that he was sitting facing his computer, you could still discern how flushed and sweaty his face had become as he continued to touch himself, the odd strand or two of hair glued to the thin sheet of sweat that blanketed his forehead. Readjusting himself in his seat, his face contorted slightly with a hint of discontent as he reached for his mouse as it seemed he was no longer interested in the video that was currently playing on his screen. As Schlatt swiftly closed the tab of the video on his screen, your social media page came into view, revealing that he had already been browsing it before your arrival.

Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, a surge of shock coursed through you, causing your stomach to plummet and an instantaneous wave of nausea to wash over you. The sensation was quickly replaced by a rush of warmth that flooded your cheeks, signalling the onset of an intense blush. Heart beating out of your chest, you curiously watched as he casually browsed your page, his gaze fixated on the screen. The mix of curiosity and arousal grew within you, wanting to see what caught his attention. With each flick of his finger, your anticipation heightened.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Schlatt's lips as his eyes settled on a particular photo. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, a subtle signal of his growing desire. You couldn't help but wonder which image had captured his attention, your mind racing with possibilities. As his hand moved to adjust the grip on his still-aching length, his eyes locked onto a picture of you in a revealing outfit, and a teasing smile adorned your lips. The tension in the room seemed to intensify, the air growing thick with unspoken desire. Your phone, nestled snugly in your pocket, suddenly began to ring, as if fate had conspired against you to ruin this moment. The headset that had been previously blocking out all external sound was now nothing more than a feeble attempt at noise cancellation, as it failed to mask the blaring ringtone of your device. In a split second, Schlatt's head quickly swivelled in your direction, surreptitiously sitting forward and using the fabric of his sweatshirt to cover himself. "I didn't hear you come in," Schlatt's lips curved into a smile as he spoke, his eyes betraying a trace of self-consciousness. As you scrambled to silence your phone, you couldn't help but notice the intensity of his gaze. It was almost as if he knew you had been standing there the whole time and was now carefully watching your reaction.

Your face remained fixed on his screen, and his expression became increasingly difficult to read as you watched. His face bore a subtle expression that you couldn't quite decipher, and you found your eyes flitting nervously between the images and his features, searching for some clue as to what he was thinking. There was a palpable tension in the air, not uncomfortable, but charged with anticipation. It felt like a standoff, with both of you silently waiting for the other to make a move, uncertain of what would happen next. "You could have chosen some better pictures of me to jerk off to," you bit, breaking the silence. Schlatt's eyes widened momentarily, caught off-guard by your brazen comment. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back in his chair. The tension in the room seemed to shift as if a new dynamic had been established. His eyes stayed fixed on you, occasionally flickering downwards to take in the details of your form as you drew closer. "Or, you could just come over here and finish the job." He suggested, rather sternly.

Your breath hitched at his bold proposition, a mix of surprise and excitement washing over you. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as you closed the distance between the two of you, your heart pounding in your chest. With each step, your desire deepened, the line between curiosity and arousal becoming blurrier by the second. Standing before him, you locked eyes with Schlatt, the air heavy with unspoken desire. His gaze was intense, unwavering as he watched you, his hand still delicately shielding his now throbbing length. You felt a surge of confidence welling up within you, empowered by the dominant energy radiating from Schlatt.

Without a word, you slowly sank to your knees. The anticipation grew as you reached out, your hand hesitating for just a moment before gently slipping beneath the hem of his sweatshirt, exposing his hardened shaft to the cool air.

He looked down at you with an intense lustrous gaze, subtly biting at the inside of his lip as he intently anticipated your touch. Feeling his eyes burning into you, you couldn't help but be fueled by his desire. With a hungry glint in your eyes, you wrapped your fingers around his exposed length, marvelling at its warmth and hardness. Slowly, you began to slide your hand up and down his shaft, your touch firm and deliberate. Schlatt's breath hitched as your hand moved along his length, his eyes locked onto the mesmerizing motion. A low growl escaped his throat, betraying the mix of pleasure and anticipation that coursed through his veins. Encouraged by his reaction, you increased the pace, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild.

You could feel the urgency in Schlatt's movements, his body trembling under your touch. With each stroke, you matched his rhythm, giving him the friction he craved. His groans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire that fueled your own arousal.

As you continued to pleasure him, your free hand ventured higher, teasingly grazing his inner thigh before cupping his balls. You gently massaged them, relishing in the way his hips spasmed in response. The scent of arousal permeated the air, mingling with the sound of wet slickness as your hand moved rhythmically over his throbbing length. Schlatt's eyes never left you, burning holes into your soul with their intensity. He longed to see you engulf him in warmth and wetness, to have your lips and tongue dance along his sensitive flesh. Unable to hold back any longer, he uttered a strangled plea, his voice filled with need. "Please, take me in your mouth."

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips as you listened to Schlatt's plea, unable to resist his intense desire. Without hesitation, you released your grip on him, moistening your lips before leaning in closer. With your hand still cupping his balls, providing gentle support, you lowered your head towards his throbbing length.

Your tongue began to delicately trace the rim of his tip, tasting the precum that had gathered there. Schlatt's breath hitched at the sensation, his fingers tensing as he gripped the armrest of his chair. Slowly, you took him into your mouth, allowing him to feel the warmth and wetness enveloping him. As you took him deeper into your mouth, your lips forming a tight seal around his length, you felt him grow impossibly harder. Your tongue swirled around him, coaxing every gasp and groan from his lips. Schlatt's grip on the armrest tightened, his body trembling with pleasure.

With each bob of your head, you added a gentle suction, intensifying the pleasure coursing through him. Your hand continued to massage his balls, feeling them tighten in your grasp. In the midst of your passionate actions, the taste of him lingered on your tongue, a delicious mix of saltiness and musk. Schlatt's breathing grew ragged, his hips involuntarily thrusting subtly into your mouth, seeking deeper contact. The sound of your wet slurping mingled with his moans, creating an intoxicating symphony of pleasure in the room.

"That's it, just like that." The words sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, fueling your own desire. Encouraged by his response, you increased the suction, your tongue swirling around him with fervour. Each stroke of your lips and the tightness of your mouth showcased your eagerness to please him. The sound of your wet mouth moving over his cock filled the room, erotically punctuated by his moans and explicit exclamations. 

"You're doing such a good job," he hissed through his teeth, his hips bucking slightly in response to your skilled ministrations. The words ignited a surge of satisfaction within you, spurring you on to give him even more pleasure. The affirmation from Schlatt spurred you on, fuelling your own desire to provide him with even more pleasure. With a newfound determination, you intensified your suction, your tongue teasing and flicking against his sensitive head. Each movement brought him closer to the edge, his hips rocking in rhythm with your mouth.

Schlatt continued to watch intently, his eyes taking in every last detail of your face fervidly taking in his stiff length, glistening with the wetness of your saliva. Your lips moved up and down his shaft, your tongue swirling around his head, savouring the taste of him. The wetness and warmth of your mouth enveloped him, driving him closer to the edge with each passing second. As you continued to worship him with your mouth, the anticipation between you both reached its peak. Schlatt's breathing grew ragged, his grip tightening on the armrest as he teetered on the edge of release. Soft whimpers began to pass his lips, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

The sight of Schlatt giving in to his overwhelming pleasure was mesmerizing. His head thrown back, his soft whimpers filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that fueled your own desire. You intensified your movements, quickening the pace and taking him deeper into your mouth, eager to push him over the edge.

His climax nearing, Schlatt's grip on the armrest tightened even further as his knuckles began to fade colour. You could feel his muscles tense, his breathing becoming more erratic. The moment hung in the air, charged with anticipation. With one final lingering flick of your tongue, you felt Schlatt's body stiffen and then convulse in ecstasy. His moans escalated into a guttural cry, his release spilling into the warm depths of your mouth. The taste of him, salty yet sweet, ignited your own arousal, a sense of satisfaction washing over you as you continued to pleasure him through his orgasm.

With each convulsion of his body, his moans subsided into deep breaths, his grip on the armrest gradually loosening. As his pleasure gradually subsided, you slowly released him from your mouth, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips. The room was enveloped in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, the air heavy with a mix of desire and fulfilment.

As Schlatt blinked heavily, it was evident that the intensity of the moment had left him temporarily speechless. His respirations began to even out, his body relaxing against the chair. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having left him in such a state of blissful satisfaction. Schlatt's chest rose and fell with each steady breath, his eyes locked onto yours with a mix of satisfaction and desire. He cleared his throat, his voice raspy yet filled with newfound confidence. "Well, I must say, you certainly know how to please," he stated, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Impressive."

As Schlatt concealed his manhood, the explicit energy in the room began to subside, replaced by a sense of contentment and relaxation. The afterglow of your passionate encounter lingered, your bodies still charged with the remnants of desire. He leaned back in his chair, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "I'll keep the door open from now on."

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[beebotea]

hey, are you listening — part 15

pairing : college au!xiao x f!reader . summary : in which uni students decipher vague tweets and emotions... + ie: second-year students y/n and xiao are forced to work through their term project (and feelings) as their friends attempt to meddle with their love lives ‘for the greater good’ . cw : swearing, slut-shaming, suggestive, reader she/her pronouns .

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15. working

act 1, scene 1

With an hour left before the end of class, Professor Lisa announced that she planned for the remaining tome to be used on the group project work. As there were only a few days left until the first submission checkpoint, it would be wise for all students to coordinate with their partners accordingly.

Y/N watched as her classmates started to shift around to find their partners. Her own friends leaving soon after, but not without checking in on their suspiciously quiet friend.

“Y/N?” Yanfei spoke up from beside her.

“Hmm?”

“Everything alright? You seem a bit down?”

“Yeah… just thinking i guess. I don’t really wanna talk about it right now but Lumine is free to tell you guys whatever. I don’t mind. I just don’t wanna talk about it all over again… Maybe aftewards.”

“No worries. We can talk anytime you need.” Yanfei gave you a gentle smile before leaving to look for her project partner Aether, waving to Heizou as she passed.

Y/N felt a hand on her head, ruffling her hair and she looked up to see HuTao grinning down at her. “You’ll be okay.” The brunette encouragingly patted her friend on the back (although it was more like a shove) before following suit to find her own partner.

Not long after, she heard the chair beside her being pulled out.

“Can I sit here?”

Y/N met eyes with Xiao, who waited patiently for her response despite feeling all kinds of emotions on the inside.

“Go ahead. We’re project partners after all.” There were so many things to be said, but so few words came to her mind as he took his spot beside her.

Moments passed and no further words were exchanged. It was as if the air was denser, harder to breathe in and harder to communicate through.

“So… are you feeling alright.” Xiao finally said, deciding to break the silence between them.

“Mhm.” Y/N responded.

“Are you sure? You seem… different.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” She gave him a curt smile. “I’ve just been… stressed so you don’t need to worry about me.”

It was hard for her to read the expression on his face. A little hesitant and a lot concerned, perhaps.

“Don’t push yourself too hard. It’s not good for your health.”

“Yeah I guess it would be pretty bad if I got sick since we’re working together on this project, huh.”

“Whether you’re my partner or not I’d prefer that you’re always happy and healthy.”

“I’ll be okay. Let’s just start working alright? We’ve already finished the first draft so I guess we could use this time to peer review each other’s work.”

“Alright.”

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act 2, scene 1

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act 2, scene 2

Scaramouche looked up from his phone to glare at the boy wearing teal braids in front of him.

“The fuck you mean you nominate me?” He whispered loud enough for the other band members around them to hear.

“Well you’re probably the most acquainted to both of them out of the five of us. And you don’t have shit to do in this class either!” Venti argued.

“Fine.” Scaramouche said as he roughly pulled his Venti’s beanie down to his eyes, before treading off to find a seat near Y/N and Xiao.

“I think we can probably get the submission draft done by tonight if we keep working on it.” Y/N said, looking up from her screen as she reached the half-way point of Xiao’s part of the report.

“Yeah, probably. I’m down to push through and get it all over with tonight.” Xiao agreed, thinking it would be the best decision as it would lessen the workload on Y/N's shoulders.

“You guys don’t have any plans tonight?”

“I don’t think so.” He felt as if he was missing something...

“I thought you guys had band practices Tuesday evenings.”

Oh right. That's what he forgot. “Oh shit." He said, mentally facepalming. "We do…”

"It's alright then, Xiao, no biggie." Y/N reassured him that it would be alright for them to finish the day after until she was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Or, you can just come to band practice with us and work before and after we practice." As if appearing like the Cheshire cat, Xiao's indigo-haired cousin spoke up from the seat directly behind the partners.

"Scara?"

"Oh so you've finally noticed. Venti's here too." He smiled at her.

"Are you guys stupid? This is a 9am class! Why are you even here?"

"Tch. It's always why Scara but never how's Scara, huh." Scaramouche rolled his eyes at her for unknowingly sounding too similar to Aether. "But like I said. Come with us to band. We won't mind an audience. Right Xiao?"

"Yeah. I'll walk you home after too." His cousin agreed. "It's better that we finish this submission sooner rather than later for you. It'll take some stress off of your shoulders, Y/N."

Despite her constant inner turmoil, Xiao never failed to make her heart skip a beat and almost forget all of her worries. He always remained attentive and caring, making her feel safe and special regardless of what was happening around them.

"Pfft-stress? From what? Colouring in your business analysis charts with crayon?" Scaramouche cackled from behind her. "You're in business... what could be so stressful about your course load? I've seen Childe submit a picture of a marketing poster he made out of Crayola marker and get an 85%. It wasn't even scanned to be submitted as a PDF. Straight up PNG to the submission folder."

"Lay off it, Kuni. They're in different programs." Xiao rolled his eyes at his cousin.

"Yeah! Shut up, nerd. Don't you have problem sets to finish or something?" Y/N stuck her tongue out at the Inazuman in retaliation.

"Whatever. So you coming to practice or what?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll go."

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a/n: verrryy overdue bc i have this course called collaborative exercise where we need to p much complete an arch project in like four days (i.e. i wake up at 6:30 am to get to uni at 9am and i get home at 7pm allll week). i think next chapter will also be p reading intensive too so theres ya heads up :DDD hopefully i can get the chapter out in time but if not, my apologies. hope you enjoyed <33

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[fiercynn]

palestinian poets: george abraham

george abraham (they/he/هو) is a palestinian american poet, performance arist, and writer who was born and raised on unceded timucuan lands (jacksonville, FL). their debut poetry collection birthright (button poetry) won the arab american book award and the big other book award, and was a lambda literary award finalist. he is also the author of the chapbooks al youm and the specimen's apology. their collaborations include co-editing a palestinian poetry anthology with noor hindi (haymarket books, 2025), and a performance art project titled EVE with fargo nissim tbakhi. 

they are a recipient of fellowships from kundiman, the arab american national museum, the boston foundation, the national performance network, and the MAP fund, and more. their writing has appeared in poetry magazine, the nation, the american poetry review, guernica, the baffler, the paris review, mizna, and many other journals and anthologies. a graduate of swarthmore college and harvard university, they have taught at emerson college, and are currently a litowitz MFA+MA candidate in poetry at northwestern university. he is also currently executive editor of the whiting award-winning journal mizna.

you can follow them on twitter @IntifadaBatata.

IF YOU READ JUST ONE POEM BY GEORGE ABRAHAM, MAKE IT THIS ONE

OTHER POEMS ONLINE THAT I LOVE BY GEORGE ABRAHAM

Field Notes on Terror & Beginnings at poetry daily

Love Letter to the Eve of the End of the World at the margins

Of Nation, at rusted radishes: beirut literary and art journal

Searching for a Palestinian After at the nation

Stage Directions for a Representation in which Eve and Adam travel through their first checkpoint at mosaic theatre company

the ghosts of the dead sea are rising at the drift

ars poetica in which every pronoun is FREE PALESTINE at the margins

“from UNIVERSAL THEORY IN WHICH EVERY FAILED ATTEMPT AT LOVE IS A SOULMATE FROM AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE” at fiyah literary magazine

Ode to My Swollen, Mono-Infected Spleen at brooklyn poets

The Olive Tree Speaks of Deforestation to my body at crabfat magazine

arab/queer vs. Imaginary at shade literary arts

self-portrait with second-degree sunburn at

[ summer / winter ] is the worst time to lose a [ country / lover ] at wildness

maqam of moonlight, for the wandering at the rumpus

against perturbation at the scores

apology, at cordite poetry review

i also adore this 2021 essay of abraham's at guernica magazine called teaching poetry in the palestinian apocalypse: towards a collective, lyric "i".

[pardis-dhyai]

Hello! Before I request, I just have some words for you: I find your writing to be truly awesome, and I love it so much! You also seem like such a sweet person. Also please do take as long as you need on my request—anyways, onto the request!

May I request an Al-Haitham x GN!Chubby!Reader who’s been gone from him for a long while for work purposes and they finally get reunited? I just think it’d be really cute if he and the reader just instantly ran toward each other and just had a longggg hug after not seeing each other for a while. Basically just very very wholesome! :)

I’m sorry if this was too specific and wordy I just think you’re really cool ahhhhh— I hope I didn’t put anything in here that goes against your rules, thank you!!

hello. you are extremely kind--thank you for your very nice words. i continue to be surprised that people think i'm a nice person, lol. i hope i did your request justice--it's a really sweet prompt.

also as an aside about update schedules--my posts will continue to be sporadic. undergoing more intensive medical bullshit and am constantly tired. my apologies.

reunited

characters featured: al-haitham

pronouns used: none--second person perspective.

warnings: physical touch as comfort, public displays of affection, self indulgent if you squint, reader calls al-haitham "baby" as a pet name

notes: written with a chubby reader in mind. intentionally nebulous modern au. will work if you aren't chubby. also, if you like my work, feel free to leave me a tip if you want and are able!

he'd checked his watch several times in the past five minutes. it was still 14:34 just as it had been the last few times he'd checked, regrettably. he was not an impatient man--quite the opposite, in fact--but it had been four months, two days, fifteen hours, twenty minutes, and 36 seconds (and counting!) since he had seen you last. he supported you and your career without question, but that didn't make the time spent without your warmth next to him in bed any easier.

a tortuous 3 minutes later, he finally saw you. you looked tired as you made it past the security checkpoint sign, rolling your carry-on behind you with the noise cancelling headphones he had gifted you before you left snugly protecting your ears from the din of the airport.

his legs moved of their own accord, so desperate to get close to you that he forgot his usual hesitance to show affection in public.

your eyes landed on him, and dull exhaustion turned into an expression he could only describe as coming home.

his arms were around you before either of you could say a word, al-haitham huffing in annoyance as some people around you let some "awws" and "how cutes" slip.

"hi," you laughed, returning his embrace. "couldn't even wait until the baggage claim, huh?"

"no," he grumbled. he just squeezed you tighter, fingers sinking slightly into your flesh as he took a deep breath. to his surprise, he was on the verge of tears. "welcome home."

to top it all off, to his chagrin, you noticed the thickness of his voice. "thank you, baby. you're allowed to cry if you want to, you know."

he just made another noncommittal sound against your skin, leaning into your one free hand that made its way to his hair. after you stroked his hair a few times and he felt he was under control enough, he straightened back to his full height. "here. let me take something to carry. tell me all about how your work went while we wait for your bag."

you were truly missed. it was obvious even to those who weren't well accustomed to al-haitham's mannerisms. as you made your way to the baggage claim hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel warm.

[cgfreddy]

[Not my image]

Hello! You've reached a littlespace checkpoint! I am Glamrock Freddy/Viktor, but for nicknames a lot of people use Fred, Viks, Glammy, Papa, or Dad!

I am a part of the Greenlight System!

My pronouns are He/They/Blue/Red/Electric

This blog is specifically to reach littles who:

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☆》Are looking for requests that aren't closed

☆》Just need someone to talk to, not even that sometimes just a hug!

☆》But you can stay here too, even if this doesn't apply to you [But if your blog contains NSFW, go away]

I am always open to DMs and requests or asks unless there's a family event going on in my life! of so, my inbox will say so. But you can still request if you're okay with it being later

☆》Request anything you'd like!

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☆》DM me if you ever want to talk or need a cg or babysat!

If you DM me, let me know if you use tone tags beforehand please! And in your first message, explain why you're DMing me

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I can gladly have the following content with requests, but it isn't required

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-Glamrock Freddy [Greenlight System]

[painsandconfusion]

pov, an alternate world (or this one if people figure their stuff out) where a 'gender reveal party' is at checkpoints in a person's life.

when they're 12 and 16 and 18 and 25 or other common gender change ages, they have a 'gender reveal party' by default and everyone shows up for it like it's a birthday party. Just celebrating the person in general.

Halfway through, the human in question has a little ceremony where they reveal what gender they'll be aligning with hereafter. It will very often be the same one they already had, but I think it would be fun to have the parties anyways so you never really know.

Cute gender reveal ideas that don't rely on 'pink or blue':

They wear two outfits - one typical of their current gender and style preference, and a second that they switch to after the reveal. (fashion shift is entirely optional, ofc)

Cutting into the cake and there's either a colored interior or a printed candy that spills out of a hollow center with pronouns on it.

A riddle / puzzle / cross word that the guests have to solve to get the gender title or pronouns. Maybe even putting them into teams and the first to win gets dessert first.

People don't find out until after the meal that the reveal text is under their plates. Everyone excitedly flips or lifts them up to see.

Slam poetry presentation.

Written inside the wrapper of a cupcake or candy that everyone gets.

All the guests write down their guesses for pronouns and gender and lock them in. They're sorted into groups, and the winning group gets a prize! If no one guesses it, they go in for round two, possibly with a hint or a reveal which was the closest guess.

[bluebellhairpin]

Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Summary; Thorin's Company makes it into Laketown. Now the only obstacles are it's people - both friends and foes.

Warnings; Dreams/visions of the future. Reader gets a wee bit angry because Alfred has very gross undertones. Reader is female-body-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human.

Listening to; 'The Moon Will Sing' by The Crane Wives - "We walked in the dark... I never gave a single thought to where it might lead."

Part 9 || Part 11

Series Masterlist || Masterlist || Ko-Fi

Past the edge of the wooden barge, and beyond the fog of the lake was Erebor. 

You’d never seen a sight like it before - something about this mountain struck a chord within you. It wasn’t your home, not really, but it felt like you were returning to it just as much as the Dwarves with you were. 

They had just forked over all their coin - something you were unable to do after being stripped thoroughly in Mirkwood - and they had all climbed back in the barrels to hide. 

You, however, would not fit in such a barrel. With your human proportions, your head would stick over the top of the barrel, and that would be a sure giveaway. 

Instead you sat by Bard’s feet, the remains of a hessian cloak draped over your head and shoulders - more to keep you warm than hidden - and you waited. Waited until you were either let past or taken away. Even if the people in this town did find you, you thought quietly, they would be less likely to look for a Company of Dwarves. 

“You never did tell me where you came from.” Bard said, quietly speaking as he guided the boat between pieces of ice and hidden rocks. “A Human and a Halfling do not usually fit in with a collection of Dwarves.” 

“We have family in the Iron Hills, Bard.” You said, turning on your bum to look up at the man. “Is that so unusual?” He looked at you carefully. 

“You all have very rehearsed answers.” 

“Maybe we have all just been asked the same questions before.” You said, staring ahead at the barrels. Bard was quiet for a few long moments before speaking again. 

“And how did you know my name?” 

“What?” you asked, feeling your neck go hot - this was not going to be easy to explain. 

“I’ve never said my name and yet you know it.” He said. You felt him shift from one side to another, turning into a small dock - but you felt this was not the town itself. “Have we met before?” 

Your hand tightened around the rough fabric around your neck. This subject was getting too tricky to keep talking about. 

“Where are you taking us?” 

“I believe I asked my question first.” he said, bumping the boat into the dock before stepping past you. “I expect a good story about your answer when I return.” 

Then he was gone, stepping off the boat and walking over to talk to a man before you could blink. 

Dwain said your name. “What’s he doing?” 

“What is he saying to you?” you heard Thorin rumble. 

You kicked the barrel closest to you. “Shut up, all of you.” you hissed. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.” 

Unlike those in the barrels, you had a free view of what was going on. However, like those in the barrels you weren’t quite happy about your friends all being doused in fresh fish. You had to admit though, it was a good idea. Bard was no stupid man. 

He would see right through any story you told about knowing his name. One thing that might fool him though, is the truth. 

“I have dreams.” you said once Bard returned and pushed the boat off the dock. “They tell the future. I’ve had them for as long as I can remember.”

“You’re a witch?” he said. You saw how his shoulders squared and heard his voice turn stern. 

“No!” you said, “Of course not. These dreams are not something I put upon myself. If I could get rid of them I would - they haunt me more than help me.” You saw how his brows furrowed, yet he made no further comment. The rest of your ride to the town was spent in silence.

The checkpoint just behind the gate to Laketown was worrying you. Bard instructed you to stay put, stay sat as still as possible. Not to talk. Don’t even look at anyone. 

You felt like this town was not doing so well. 

“You’re packing a bit more than normal today Bard.” The man at the gate said, flicking over Bard’s permit then looking at you. Oh no. 

“The fish were a -”

“- I ain’t talking about the fish. Was talking about her.” he pointed at you. “What’s she doing here, hmm?”

“I -” You started, turning where you sat. 

“- she is just passing through.” Bard said, stepping to block you from view. “Will be gone before morning, just needed to pass across the lake and I happened to be around.” 

“You have a kindness that’ll get you in trouble one day.” The man said. 

“But not today.” Bard said, pushing just enough but not quite. The man shook his head with a half-smile. 

“No, not today.” 

“I think so today.” A new man pushed past the gatekeeper to stand toe-to-toe with Bard, as men who looked like city guards followed. “Illegal goods, and an illegal passenger. Indeed today is not a good day for you, Bard.” 

The man looked at you, the way his eyes narrowed had you recoiling in on yourself. 

You instantly got a very disgusting feeling in the pit of your stomach, one you hadn’t felt while on this journey. You had gross feelings before - seeing the Trolls, Goblins, Orcs, all those encounters left you reeling - but not like this. This had your very skin feeling like it was crawling off your body. This man was not safe.  

“Those fish will be disposed of -” he said and the guards behind him moved to start pouring the barrels into the lake, “- and she will be coming with me. The Master will decide if she can pass through.” 

You did not like the situation you found yourself in. From where you stood Bard couldn’t do much to help your friends, you would have to go with this man who made your teeth feel like they’d grown little legs, and all you wanted was for Thorin to come out of his barrel and help you. 

But you knew that wouldn’t happen. 

For a heavy moment you sat thinking of a way you could stay - maybe you could jump off the side of the boat and hold your breath long enough for everyone to go away? That wouldn’t work, you couldn’t hold your breath that long. 

The Bard started talking - explaining about wasted food, the people and the Master - he was like a celestial sent from above, for now your friends were saved. But what about saving you? 

The creep - slug, slime, bastard, and a million other names for him ran through your mind, none his real name but all just as fitting - stepped forward, reaching to grab you from where you sat. You stood and took a step back like you had been burnt. 

“Come on girl, with me.” You decided, quite suddenly, that he was not going to call you a ‘girl’. 

“No.” 

“No?” His head tilted, and you saw his lips pull back to reveal blackened teeth. “You don’t understand - you don’t have a choice.” 

You felt an angry bubble rise in your chest. Hot and red - and it burnt your throat like ash and smoke. 

“I am not going with you, not anywhere.” Your words came out with a rumbling growl, followed by a visible puff of air like you’d just stepped outside on a cold day. You were feeling everything but cold. 

Bard - bless him - must have sensed the violent rage climbing up your spine before it reached your shoulders, because he stepped back onto the barge - notably making the man shuffle backwards onto the dock. 

“That’s enough, Alfred.” he said. “She is my passenger and I won’t let you treat her in such a way.”

“She need to see the Master, and pay a toll -” 

“She may come to see the Master in the morning before she leaves.” He said, shielding you from view once more - this time from someone much bigger of a threat. “I know you’ll make sure of that.” Bard then stood in place at the rudder, and pushed off into the canals of the town. 

“I know where you live.” Alfred threatened - but even to you it sounded more like a cowering admission than a promise. 

“It's a small town,” Bard said, “Everyone knows where everyone lives.”

You’d all made it safely into Bard’s home. 

After your friends all made their way inside via the latrine, and decided that the weapons part of the ‘weapons and supplies’ wasn’t worth their coin, you’d all hunkered down to wait until dark. Then you could rob the town armoury undetected. 

(You had, however, profusely thanked Bard for all he had done so far. An action that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Thorin - you imagined, hopefully, that he wasn’t saying anything about it because you were doing the right thing, not because he didn’t care.)

You sat against a window, watching as your friends tried to keep themselves busy or find some sleep, and at Bard’s children and how they were as curious as they were cautious - it clicked then that this was how Bard was acting around you too. He wasn’t exactly against you all being there, he just didn’t want it to come at the cost of his family's safety. 

He was a good father. 

Across the room, you watched Bombur start to snore - his idea was a good one, who knew when the next time you could catch some sleep would be. So you hunkered down, chin pressed down and one foot resting on your knee, and you went to sleep.

Running and running, your feet were burning. The ground was golden, and soft - but it hurt. Your skin itched and you felt your teeth clench in an effort to be quiet. 

Why did you need to be quiet? 

“You cannot run forever, not from me!” The voice echoed around the stone walls - had they always been so small? They closed in on you like you were being wrapped in a blanket. Whoever it was was right - there was nowhere to run. 

You blinked, suddenly you were trapped no more. You were free in the open skies. A brief moment of joy, followed by horror. 

Underneath you were people. Thousands. Every last one of them were fighting. 

Orcs and Elves, Dwarves, war machines and blood. The grass was red from the life force that had been shed already. A battle like none other you’d seen before was playing out right underneath you - but what could you do to help? 

Who were you meant to help? 

Before you could decide you were falling. 

Thorin felt your leg stiffen, and you awoke with a quiet gasp. 

He didn’t have to ask to know you’d just had another dream. His hand rose to take hold of your calf at his side, rubbing his thumb across the skin over the fabric of your pants to try and soothe you - to let you know it was okay, he was here. 

Thorin almost jumped out of his skin when he felt your hand on his head, petting the hair down and picking a few stray fish scales away. He doubted you knew what it meant - but it had been so long since someone touched him with such care - he knew what you meant by it. You were doing the same as he was. Letting him know you were okay. 

Then, slowly, you started moving hair from the front of his face around, pulling the tie out that held half his hair back, before starting to twist the strands together. He stiffened under your touch, barely noticeable - so much so that in your bleary just-awake state you didn’t notice at all. 

You were braiding his hair. Within minutes you had half of his hair neatly braided all the way down its length and tied off. You knew not what it meant to him, but it didn’t matter to Thorin. He would wear his hair like this proudly either way. 

Thorin’s head tilted back, looking up at you as you smiled down at him. Your hair was still damp, by all means you were looking worse  for wear - yet he never thought you more beautiful. 

“Amrâlimê,” he whispered, but he didn’t know what else to say. In that moment Thorin Oakenshield was so full of love he could not express it. He was sure he looked like a fish out of water, but the look on your face said you didn’t care. 

You knuckles brushed his cheek - he stole a moment then, while all the Company were distracted or asleep, to kiss your fingers. Soft, tender, completely different to how he acted and reacted because then he was no longer a king or prince. He wasn’t journeying to fight and take back his home. 

He was just someone deeply, completely, and utterly in love.

Night fell, the Company took to the lake town’s streets - Dwarves hiding in shadows while you hid in plain sight - all in an effort to infiltrate the town’s armoury efficiently. 

But while anxiously waiting outside the building half your friends were in, a loud nice inside gave you away completely to guards that were passing by. You were caught, and the game was up. 

Among the commotion of Dwarves being dragged through the streets to the town square, quite a crowd gathered. You could quite easily imagine horrible deaths for each of you. Being hung, or left to freeze somewhere in the middle of the lake - neither would surprise you from the people you’d met thus far. 

The men at your sides held your arms in vice grips, one move from you in a direction they didn’t want you going in had a burning pain go up into your shoulders. This was not a situation you could wriggle out of - but at least they didn’t smell as bad as the Goblins. Or acted half as prejudiced as the Elves. 

Then the crowds parted, and the street opened - before you was the Town’s Master, beside him was that rat from the gatehouse. He dared open his mouth to insult your friends. 

Dwalin, the one Dwarf you could count on to have a hot temperament at the worst of times, stood forward to voice the disdain you wished you found the for words yourself. 

“You do well to hold your tongue -” he said, “- who you speak to is no common criminal. This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror.” 

That seemed to do the trick - both the Master and a few in the crowd alike seemed to recognize those names. When you lived so close to Erebor it was no wonder why. 

“We are the Dwarves of Erebor.” Thorin said, commanding the attention of all those around. As the crowds began to murmur, he looked to the Master and the people. You found you couldn’t look away from him. 

“I remember this town in the great days of old. I saw fleets of boats lay at harbor, filled with silks and fine gems. This was not the forsaken town on a lake we see today - this was the center of all Northern trade." The crowds all stirred, soaking Thorin's words in like a wash sponge. "Those days will return. I would relight the great forges of the Dwarves, and see wealth and riches flowing once more - right here from the halls of Erebor!" 

"Death!” Bard shouted. You turned to watch him push through the crowd to Thorin, wondering what he could possibly be talking about. “You will bring upon us death, dragon-fire, and ruin. If you awaken that beast, it will destroy us all." 

You felt a breath come in through your nose - too hot to match the cold night air - and breathed out again. Your dreams said he was right - but they also said that you all made it to the mountain. You knew you had to leave this lake. 

You watched both Bard and Thorin, Thorin glanced over at you - your heed raised and lowered, giving him permission to do what he needed to. To say what he needed to. 

“Listen to this naysayer if you want. I promise you this - we will succeed and all will share in the mountains' wealth.” Thorin said loudly, staring hard at the man before him. “You will have enough gold to build this town ten times over.” 

“No, listen to me!” Bard said and turned to the people - his persistence was starting to get to you (not in an annoyed way, but it was bothering you how it was chipping away at your resolve). “Have you all forgotten Dale? Forgotten all those who died in the firestorm - and for what?” He turned back to Thorin. “The ambition of a mountain king who couldn’t see past his own greed and desire.”  

The crowds were divided - torn between the arguments of Thorin and Bard - and you yourself found they voiced the same back and forth that you were suddenly feeling. Your inner turmoil broke when the Rat started speaking, and a very sudden, and very unexpected anger bubbled inside you. 

“Lord Gidion fought well,” you said, stepping forward as if possessed, “He fought more, better than the hundreds of cowards who fled that day. His aim was true, and his battle well fought. He may not be here now but you would do well not to dishonor his grandson - the same dragon-slayer blood runs through this man's veins.” you pointed back at Bard, a frown deep set on your face, and then took more steps forward to address the Master. 

He was going to get a piece of your mind, not one aided by dreams and visions. You were going to speak to him, and him alone. 

“I know you treat your people like they are scum - but you would do well to listen to this king for the sake of not facing the wrath of your subjects. I know how well-deserved it would be if they turned their backs on you.” 

You watched the Master look at you. You saw how his face changed when it looked at yours - your expression, your eyes - you saw him see something in you more frightening that you thought you possessed. You never were one to intimidate - but you were running out of time. Thorin was running out of time. 

Then the Master looked at Thorin, finally the people and how they all seemed to still be in quiet agreement with you and what you said about defending Bard. You stepped down, and stepped aside - lingering but far enough away to let him know you had finished speaking.

“I speak to the Master of the Lake,” Thorin said, stepping up to where you were moments before, “Will you share in the great wealth of our people? Will you see the prophecy fulfilled? What do you say?” 

“I say,” the Master said, sparing a glance at you, before painting on a smile and spreading his arms wide, “Welcome, King Under the Mountain!” 

The crowd erupted into cheers - you smiled at Thorin as he moved away and back to the Company. You lingered, watching as relief washed over them all. It was nice to see something work out so well. The moment passed, and you went back to your friends - your Company. 

“You have no right to enter the mountain.” you heard Bard say as you approached. 

“I have the only right.” Thorin said. 

The uncomfortable feeling came back. Bard was so persistent. He said a firestorm and you saw it. In the back of your mind, as clear as day - the dragon burning both Dale and this town to nothing but ash. 

That night, after the feasting died down, and the drink wore off, you slept. You dreamt.

Fili and Kili - both in Bard’s home with Kili writhing like he was possessed. “Kingsfoil” someone said. A flash of red hair, and Fili slaying an Orc. 

Then Bard - he stood upon a half-destroyed tower with a black arrow his grandfather would have once used. He aimed and shot, and it was true. Bard’s aim was always true. 

There was Thorin too - but he didn’t seem like himself and it frightened you. 

Last was Bilbo. He sat somewhere you didn’t recognize, and from his jacket he produced a stone. It looked like a glowing opal, and rested smoothly in his hand. It frightened you too - though you had no reason to fear a gem. 

Suddenly you saw nothing of your friends. You were flying. 

Below you were people, tiny as grains of sand on a beach and yet you could see their faces as clear as day. Some were bigger, and uglier, some were lying motionless and as pale as death. Some were fighting, others were screaming in terror. What were they running from? 

A shadow loomed over them all, it was yours, and you relished in the horror you felt come over them as they realized what was above them. Smoke in your lungs and heat in your heart - but what were you?

What had you become? 

And you fell. 

[uroboros-if]

When deities come into the world (born), are they in a child form? Do they just appear as adults? Maybe it depends on the deity, but I can imagine MC as a little kid with their dads and I want to know if that's canon ;-;

🥲............

The answer: originally, yes, you are born in an adult form. However, for now, I'll decide to keep it vague and just say your mortal form from the beginning is a reflection of who you are. Your fathers "interpret" you, but you can always change forms. That means, maybe your mental/emotional immaturity means your mortal vessel is younger, and as you mature, your mortal form may also change and evolve.

However, the MC will always have a baseline level of maturity. They might start out as naive and clueless, but not necessarily child-like! After all, they're designed to be useful to mortals from the beginning, assuming their role as a deity from the moment they are brought into the world.

It would be extremely jarring to have someone who looks like a child be in charge of Lucidio, but it might be possible, though that's on very thin ice. Mainly because the MC will have a lot more difficulty being taken seriously. However, it would be impossible to place them into that role if they actually acted like one, adult or young looking.

I hope this is a good compromise! Personally, I find the thought of a somewhat immature deity who looks like an adult being coddled by their parents pretty endearing. Your parents will still treat and look at you as their child, even after you've matured.

In the same vein, answering this ask:

Your deity form is incomprehensible to mortals; it does not have "eyes" or "hair" in the same sense that we have them, for example. However, you can change how you usually look as a mortal form. If you originally decide your mortal form has brown hair and purple eyes, you can then change your mortal form to have blonde hair and blue eyes, especially since you've evolved and changed since the Prologue and may have a better idea of who your MC is.

That's why I might also let people change their pronouns through these checkpoints, perhaps, as their gender identity might also evolve and change. Of course, no change is necessary if you don't want to!

This might take a while to implement, but these are my hopes! Aaah, I'll have to add customization again, which will be torture, and maybe code other people commenting on your change of appearance/identity--but it'll be worth it! 💕

Thanks so much for asking 💕💕💕

[temilyrights]

I love when you write for Alex so can you do “I've got you. You're safe with me." With Alex Blake?

thank you so much! i had a lot of fun writing this, i hope it's to your liking!

safe and sound

alex blake x reader

content: reader has a fear of heights. no use of y/n or pronouns. minor hurt/comfort. fluff. so much softness. reader is a simp.

word count: 1225

a/n: (my gif) title is not a reference to the hunger games song, but that is a bop. i listened to je te laisserai des mots on repeat while writing this (another bop). it’s been forever since i’ve written something, so this was fun - proves i’m not completely burnt out! anyway, reader is a simp for alex blake because i’m a simp for alex blake and i miss her everyday <3 wish you could return for the reboot my love. it would solve everything. 

Having a fear of heights was common sense. Why would anyone enjoy being forty feet up in the air with just some rickety wood, rope, and a harness stopping them from plummeting to the ground?

But Morgan had demanded a treetop adventure for his birthday, and you didn’t want to voice your fear when everyone else was so excited. So now you were forty feet from the ground and regretting every single decision in your life that had led to this.

You clutch the rope; eyes fixed steadily ahead as you follow Alex through the course. The others had sped off, enjoying themselves and making a competition out of who could complete it first, but Alex had stayed with you, playing it off to the others as wanting to take it slow and enjoy the view.

Your stomach twists, a groan escaping your lips when your eyes fall to the floor. Alex turns back to you and smiles sympathetically. “We’re nearly at the next checkpoint. There will be a ladder down; we can stop then.”

“I’m fine.” You grit your teeth, tightening your hold on the ropes and squaring your shoulders. You were an FBI agent. You’ve talked down serial killers, saved children, and escaped bombs. You weren’t about to let heights be your downfall.

“Honey—"

“I’m fine.”

You step forward on the swaying bridge, ignoring the lurch of your stomach.

Eyes ahead.

Your foot catches on the bridge, and you lose your balance. Stumbling forward with a yelp, you squeeze your eyes shut, anticipating the rope breaking as you plunge to the forest floor.

This is it. This is how you die.

You fall forward, but instead of hitting the hard ground, you collide with a soft body. Alex’s hand reaches for your hip steadying you. You don’t open your eyes, fists clenching into her t-shirt as you breathe erratically.

“I’ve got you,” She whispers softly, breath blowing against your ear. “You’re safe with me. I’m not going to let you fall.”

“I can’t do this,” You confess, voice rough with fear.

“That’s okay.” She soothes gently, “We’re going to stand here for a moment and let you catch your breath and then when you’re ready, we’re going to finish walking across this bridge together and get back on more solid ground.”

“I’m sorry,” You murmur, ashamed. Alex had been excited for today, had arrived this morning with a bright grin, and you’d ruined her day because of your stupid phobia.

“None of that,” She hushes and cups the back of your head, holding you close and encouraging you to copy her steady breathing.

The two of you stand wrapped together until your breathing calms and your heart rate returns to a normal rhythm. It’s only then you realise that your body is flush against hers. You open your eyes slowly as your cheeks warm.

You pull back slightly, hands loosening their grip on her t-shirt. Alex’s hand remains perched on your hip, not letting you pull too far away, but her other hand falls from your head.

She smiles, gentle and warm. “Are you okay?”

You nod and clear your throat, “I will be.”

She offers her hand, which you hesitantly take. You have to squish your lips together to stop the smile from taking over.

You follow closely behind her, your hand tightly gripping hers. She looks back and checks you’re okay every few steps, which is probably a little bit of an overkill, but you appreciate it.

When you finally reach the platform, you breathe a sigh of relief. “I need to sit down.”

The ladder down is long and scary, and your stomach twists in protest.

“Let’s sit here for a bit, okay?” Alex says, pointing to the tree in the middle of the platform.

Your shoulders sag in relief, and you send her a grateful smile. You both slide down the tree, sitting beside each other, touching from shoulder to thigh.

Now you can see it without thinking of your impending death; the view is quite beautiful. The midday sun shines brightly through the thick forest, highlighting the different shades of orange and green leaves, the beginning of fall making itself known.

When you turn to look at Alex, you find her already watching you, an affectionate smile lighting up her face. Her dark brown eyes glimmer in the sunlight, making your breath catch. “Hi,” You whisper hoarsely, heart rate speeding up again.

Morgan’s voice rings through your head; You’re embarrassingly whipped for someone who refuses to admit their feelings.

“Hi,” She echoes back. Her smile grows as she tilts her head slightly, “I’m proud of you, you know.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes, even as warmth blossoms in your chest. “For nearly having a panic attack?”

“For trying. Phobias aren’t easy, but you still made it halfway through the course.”

“Oh,” You exhale. You’re not surprised at her kindness, but having her gaze fixed on you with such caring words, made you feel a little lightheaded.

“Thank you for being there.” You say lamely. Her smile softens, eyes sparkling as she places her hand over yours and squeezes gently.

“Always.”

Your heart hammers as you hold her gaze. This is it; this must be. “Alex, I–”

The words lodge in your throat. Always too scared to take the jump.

You sigh, frustrated with yourself.

She squeezes your hand again, “May I take you out for dinner tomorrow night?”

Your chest flutters, a bright smile filling your face. She always knows. You think it might be one of the reasons that you fell for her. Her ability to read your mind, to understand what you’re trying to say, or even sometimes what you’re thinking before you even do.

“I’d like that.”

“Good.” She hums, “It’s a date then.”

“It’s a date.” You echo, voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand moves to stroke your jawline tentatively. Her fingers are soft against your skin, and your breath catches, heart hammering as she moves closer. Her thumb brushes over your chapped lips as she wets hers in anticipation.

“May I?” She whispers, and you can only nod in response.

Her thumb is replaced with her lips, gently brushing against yours. You kiss her back, your body humming in delight; Finally.

It’s soft and tender, a first kiss to blow away any other first kiss. It feels a lot like safety, like a warm blanket and your favourite cup of tea. And you think, why did you wait so long?

You smile against her lips, feeling joy take root in your chest. Alex chuckles, her smile effectively breaking the kiss. Your foreheads rest against each other as you both grin.

“Hi,” You murmur.

“Hi,”

The sun’s gleaming, you can hear the distant laughter of your friends, and the woman you're in love with is smiling at you like you’re everything, and you think…how lucky am I to live this life?

How lucky am I to have found this home?

You’re forty feet in the air, and the idea of descending that ladder is terrifying, but you wouldn’t change it if it meant losing this moment.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks, eyes knowing.

You press a peck to her lips, smiling brightly, and it’s enough of an answer because her eyes shine, and she kisses you again.

Happiness.

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[kudocat]

Hello and Welcome to ✖TOMMIE✖'S Mayhem

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Introduction:

Get to know me:

I'm Tommie or Xander, 13, all/any pronouns. I'm just a silly lil artist that draws for fun ^_^. I have way too many hyperfixations so they may vary.

Fandoms:

These are the fandoms that I'm in and will be drawing(maybe):

Checkpoint

DBZ/DBS/DBGT etc.

The Amazing Digital Circus [TADC]

Robbery Bob[if it is a fandom]

Undertale/Deltarune

FREAKBAiT(idk if it's a fandom)

and many more…

Warnings:

These are warnings that you'll see on some posts:

Gore🫀

Blood🩸

13+ topics

Body horror 👁️

Flashing lights💡

Vents

Swearing🤬

S*icide

And more…

I'll put hashtags to warn you.

Important:

Rules I guess(idk):

Zoophilies, pedophilies, proshipers and necrophilies are not allowed here! If you're one of them, I will not hesitate to block you!

I'll burn you alive if you're a zoophilie, pedophilie, proshiper or necrophilie

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[chattercap]

October 2023 Development Log!

Hello everyone! Happy October~ Time for a monthly progress update!

I'll start off with the big stuff: I started migrating game engines, from Unity to Godot. You can read the rationale behind my decision here.

GAME ENGINE MIGRATION HELL…OR NOT?

Overall, the migration is going fairly smoothly! Godot has pretty robust C# support at the moment, so I was able to migrate/translate a fair amount of my basic C# codebase from Unity to Godot without issues. Visual novels are pretty lightweight games, so apart from some issues with mobile builds, I think it will go well, and I will continue working with Godot for the time being.

After I spent a few days experimenting with the systems, I programmed in my story parsing logic and finished a basic game loop. Currently, the text handling is complete, with all of the functions that I initially coded in (branching paths, nested choices, conditionals, etc.) Auto and fast forward are also functional, and I also worked in the saving/loading. In addition, I added a few additional functions: sections (the ability to parse the same text file into different scenes), checkpoints (the ability to easily navigate back to a specific line), and "unsticky choices" (the ability to make choices "disappear" if you've seen them once).

I also programmed in a NVL mode. For anyone that's not familiar with VN lingo, the standard format of sprites on top with the text box below is called "ADV" mode, whereas "NVL" mode features text overlaying the entire screen (usually with some kind of darkened background for visibility - like above). NVL mode is less common in VNs nowadays, but it's useful for long monologues or narration (whereas ADV is best for dialogues). I also coded in the ability to swap freely between NVL and ADV mode.

In addition, I implemented customizable text. Basically this is text that can be adapted based on user input. For anyone who has played games with customizable protagonists, this is useful for adding things such as pronouns.

I also worked on a few simple "polish/quality of life functions" (that existed in my Unity build, but required new code and a bit of fenegling to work in Godot):

-A typewriting effect so that text fades in instead of being shown all at once.

-Text boxes that dynamically size based on the text inside.

-Making buttons scale as you hover over them.

I also designed some new basic GUI. While I'm not sure I'll actually use this GUI unaltered in any game, this is a good "base framework" with all the necessary elements.

The updated save screen now has 100 save slots (I'll see how large the save files get and adjust accordingly), and it saves a screenshot of the current game screen in addition to the current line. (I was pretty proud of myself for this one!)

Lastly, I started working on a rollback function. If you're familiar with Ren'py games, you know that when you scroll up on the mousewheel, it basically "reverses" the game so that you can easily go back and reread text or play different choices. I didn't implement this when I first made my framework in Unity because it is a bit complex; there are a lot of variables and edge cases that you need to take into account, and it basically requires me to "double" the amount of code, as I need to account for both a story running forwards and a story running in reverse.

Since I'm basically rebuilding my framework from the ground up, I thought it would be a good opportunity to try to implement a rollback, as I can code it in pieces as the codebase is being built. Currently, rollback is functional!

EVERYTHING THAT'S NOT CODING HELL

My focus this month was The Deepwater Witch! The sprites for the leads are fully rendered, with two variations for each, and now they just need to be animated. Around a third of the CGs have been storyboarded, and I also took reference photos for the backgrounds. The script is up to 26,281 words.

I also worked a bit on character designs for Hanasu, the Karamu sequel.

PLANS FOR THIS MONTH

For coding, I will start implementing basic visuals - sprites, CGs, and backgrounds - before moving on to audio, visual effects, and other advanced visuals (animated panels, etc.)

For everything else, since Once Upon a Time VN Jam has officially started, I will continue focusing on The Deepwater Witch until the first draft of the script is complete, and all of the CGs and BGs have been storyboarded. After that, I will start working on my other projects with less immediate deadlines.

Thank you to everyone who's keeping up with my development shenanigans! If you want to hear from me more often, I post most of my major announcements here and on Twitter​. I also post almost daily on my Patreon​ with sketches, writing snippets, sneak peeks, high resolution art, and weekly devlogs.

[checkpointpodcast]

Hi! I’m George. I make a podcast called Checkpoint With George Diaz where I talk about people’s favorite videogames. Most of the time with a guest.

This time is not that time.

I know this is early. But I was wondering if you could send an email about some of your favorite gaming memories around the holiday season. Whether it be a game you got as a gift, playing videogames with your family, or some other third thing! Just please include the phrase

“Holiday Special”

In the subject line to the email

CheckpointPodcastTM@gmail.com

Please include pronouns and what name I should address you by if I pick your email. You can also be anonymous if you’d like. Though I will default to they/them pronouns when speaking about anonymous submissions unless stated otherwise.

You can also send them in my ask box if it’s easier for you!

[ts4ccbabyy]

So, Aiko and Scarlet have just passed away. And so after I stopped actually crying over these sims I decided it was time for a little checkpoint on my not so berry family so far.

Is this just an excuse to info-dump about my special interest and procrastinate writing my term paper in sexology? ...maybe...

Gen 1 - Mint

Sage Mint

Star sign: Capricorn

Personality type: ISTP

Sexuality: Lesbian

Gender: Cis women

Pronouns: She

Career: Scientist

Hobbies: Mischief, video games, chess, science

Home: Born and raised in willow creek, moved to Britechester as a young adult.

Partner Anika

Star sign: Scorpio

Personality type: ISTJ

Sexuality: Bi

Gender: Trans women

Pronouns: She

Career: Writer

Hobbies: Writing, cooking, baking, gourmet cooking, music (especially piano and guitar), video games

Home: Lived entire life in Britechester.

Gen 2 - Rose

Scarlet Rose

Star sign: Libra

Personality type: ESTJ

Sexuality: Lesbian

Gender: Cis women

Pronouns: She

Career: Politian

Hobbies: Working out, acting, debate, fashion

Home: Born and raised in Britechester. Moved to San Myshuno as a young adult.

Partner Aiko

Star sign: Leo

Personality type: ENFJ

Sexuality: Queer

Gender: Trans women

Pronouns: She

Career: Police officer

Hobbies: Working out, cooking, tv and movies, chess, fixing shit (handiness)

Home: Born and raised in Stangerville. Moved to San Myshuno as a young adult.

Gen 3 - Yellow

Canary Yellow

Star sign: Pisces

Personality type: INFJ (same)

Sexuality: Queer, demi

Gender: Trans women

Pronouns: She

Career: Astronaut

Hobbies: Programming, rocket science, video games, crafting, playing chess, reading

Home: Born and raised in San Myshuno. Moved to Oasis Springs as a young adult.

Animals: Two cats

Partner Lucille

Star sign: Virgo (It's me :) Can't you tell by the fact that I make lists for fun?)

Personality type: ESFJ

Sexuality: Lesbian

Gender: Trans women

Pronouns: She

Career: Worked in business at Sixsam, tried working in business in Oasis Springs, got fired. Later worked with selling produce for her garden and paintings.

Hobbies: Painting, cooking, gardening, flower arranging, caring for animals

Home: Born and raised on Sixsam. Moved to Oasis Springs for Canary.

Animals: Two cats

[oblivionumbra]

I'm probably like super annoying by requesting again and feel free to ignore this if you don't want to but I thought of another adorable little thing. (Again, Ellis x Reader and pronouns are She/Her) So, what if reader and Ellis were dating before the apocalypse happened, and got separated when his "99% zombie proof" truck gets absolutely torn apart, but then they find each other at a military base after they're picked up from New Orleans after The Parish? Again, feel free to ignore if you dont want to, but if you do, thank you sm!!

You're not annoying at all! Plus this gives me more writing practice.

The wind blew against your face like harsh smacks as you raced down the streets of New Orleans. A horde of infected were right on your tail and it doesn't help that you had to bob and weave from a Hunter that was also after you. But you felt some glimmer of hope as you spotted a safe house. Quickly you hopped over a car hood, hearing the Hunter miss its lunge hitting the car. This gave you enough time to rush into the safe room and lock the door shut. Feeling victorious you flip the bird at the Hunter.

You slid down the door and tried to even out your ragged breathing. Once you calmed down, you started to loot what you could carry and began devising a plan. You couldn't stay long, Ellis was out there somewhere. At the mention of his name, your heart ached. You and your boyfriend got separated during an attack. A tank had completely demolished Ellis's truck and with how big the hordes were, you guys had no choice but to separate. Right now you knew you would have to wait out the angry horde outside the safe room door, but until then a plan had started to form.

There was a big map on the table with all sorts of pins and markings. After about five minutes you were able to locate where you were. Ellis had been taking you guys to a rescue point where you guys would've been taken to safety by the military. You would need to reach the interstate bridge to get to the meet up point and that was a good few miles from here. But doable.

It took an hour before the horde left. So grabbing your bag of supplies, you carefully walked out of the safe room. Keeping an ear out for any special infected that may be lurking by. You chose to keep to the alley ways instead of the main streets where you could be easily spotted.

"Oh shit..." Left your mouth as you stared at the bridge ahead of you. Currently you were hiding inside of a toll booth, letting a Hunter and Smoker lumber by. The bridge was packed with abandoned cars and all sorts of infected bastards. Glancing down at your gun, you count how many bullets you have left. A clip and a half plus your knife...this might be harder than you thought.

Boy were you right.

You were swarmed the second you started running. With a little help from your past hobbies, you were able to dodge and hop onto the cars. Using them as an extra barrier between you and them. Any that got too close got a knife to the dome or a bullet. However, as you neared a group of semi trucks, you felt yourself slow. How the fuck were you going to get over those? You don't have much time to think as a Hunter's shrill cry rang through the air and you felt yourself being tackled over the edge of the bridge.

Both you and the Hunter as well as other infected fell into the water. Thank god it was a hyped up version of rabies because as the other infected tried to get out the water, you took your chance to swim to safety. You let out a loud angry groan once you reached the shore. You soaked from head to toe, you lost your gun and knife. You were also sure you lost some of your supplies in your bag. But aside from the fact that you were now defenseless, you made it to the other side. Not wasting any time, you rush over to where the checkpoint was. Of course you slowed down and raised your hands to let the military folk know you were fine. "Help! Please, I'm not infected!" Your yelling caught their attention and an officer was fast to help you out.

"Where are we going?" You couldn't help but ask one of the officers. The ride there was relatively quiet with the sounds of radios going off. One of them, the one who brought into the checkpoint, answered you. "There's a base a few miles east. You'll be safe miss." You felt so relieved that you were going to be safe, but at the same time you felt worried. What if Ellis didn't make it? What if he's still in New Orleans cooped up in a safe room waiting for you? What if he died? You felt your eyes water at the thought. No, he's gotta be safe. He's gotta be, that cute idiot was too stubborn to die.

The camp was filled with rescued survivors. You glanced among the few you could see from behind the fence. Hoping to catch a glimpse of Ellis. You felt your anxiety sky rocket bit by bit when you weren't able to find him. Once the CEDA people checked you out and saw your were fine, they let you go. Another guard stopped you and gave you a box full of supplies before telling you where you needed to go.

You didn't even get five feet into the big building before you heard him. That sweet country voice that melted your heart evertime you heard it. "(Y/N)! Oh my god you made it!" You dropped the box you were carrying to rush into his arms. He spun you around, smiling through happy tears. "I was so scared...I thought you died!" You playfully shoved him, a waterfall of tears fall down your face. "Don't go and leave me like that again got it?" He chuckled. "Now you know I'm too strong to die. Like this one time me and my buddy Keith-" You cut him off with another tight hug and kiss. God you were so happy that this doofus was alive.

When you moved away, he takes your hand in his. A dorky grin on his face. "I can't wait to show you the awesome room they gave us." You wiped your eyes with a big smile on your face. "I can't wait to see it."