#ummmm this scene... yeah

[misakarose]

LINK CLICK 2.10    ↳ 「 i m p r o v i s e 」

[minteetho-art-archive]

how do we feel about this possibility 8:11 fandom

[creatively-cosmic]

missing numbers was secretly a ploy to get really really into doing worldbuilding based on this extremely specific in-universe pseudo-meta horror based in the pokemon franchise. a lot of stuff we're cooking past gens 1+2 is original content based in the spirit of the classic trainerpastas based on those games... something something its all about the natural next step and the world of Pokemon is so fundamentally fucked. idkkkk smiles

[bladesmitten]

no explicit romance scene for wyll in the game? fine, i'll do it myself (WIP)

Ajax’s hands wander around Wyll, tugging along the hem of his ill-fitting shirt, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, mapping out the hard planes of his abdomen. A low rumble vibrates within Wyll’s throat, encouraging Ajax to wander further. He finds his way back down to the exposed sliver of skin, one he’d only dreamed of touching. His thumb strokes circles around the tight curls trailing down beneath his breeches, but doesn’t roam beyond the garment.

Wyll pulls away from the kiss, breathless. He leans down onto the crook of Ajax’s neck, catching his breath. Ajax’s other hand squeezes Wyll’s thigh, pulling him closer, and he responds in kind, pushing himself against Ajax. They stay still like this, the sounds of their soft breathing filling the silence in their tent.

Then, Wyll plants a kiss on Ajax’s jugular as he guides Ajax’s hand beneath the fabric of his breeches. Ajax complies, eager, and yet he asks, his voice barely a whisper, “Are you sure?” and Wyll only nods, a soft whine escaping his lips, still pulling Ajax’s wrist down to where he wants him.

[abnerkrill]

the craziest thing about me, a noted tragedy defender, wrote my thesis on antigone, self-described no. 1 crais girl, is that i... never actually finished farscape seasons 3/4 and i never watched the last five episodes of bbc merlin and i never watched the end of bbc robin hood and i've found it impossible to pick up the silmarillion again. not because i don't want to, because i am also most of the time a dogged completionist. but because i would be an inconsolable wreck watching my favorite characters actually irrevocably die. i'm barely psychologically stable enough to think about their canon deaths let alone watch their canon deaths.

[infectbait]

@lizardkid777 omg i heard a fic u were reading just updated omgg

[dean-smiths-suspenders]

JENNA I JUST FINISHED THE FIC

@bloodydeanwinchester you will be paying for my therapy bills

[ghostbeam]

hiiii oz 🤍 12 & 34

Hiiii Daria!!<333

I answered 12 here!!

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

Ummmm hmmmm idk this is kind of rare because nothing happens to me ajsjsksjsk butttttt I think I do put a lot of myself in my fics specifically in my readers lmao but also a lot of my interests can be found in my fics like music or films or books I like! So yeah not too much of my real life like none of my scenes or anything have happened to me before but I definitely am very much so a part of my writing (as are most writers)

[yunholuvrr]

closed doors pt.2

summary: you all engage in some,, roommate bonding.

pairing: yunho x fem!reader x yeosang

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cheating (question mark?), cuckolding, threesome, rough sex, unprotected sex, petnames, ummmm lmk if there's anything else i should tag idk what I was cooking with this one

read part 1 here

"Yeosang what the fuck are you saying?" Yunho responds first, dropping his hands from your body as if that makes the scene look any better.

"If you told me," he repeats to his friend this time, taking his cap off and walking further inside, "that you wanted to fuck my girlfriend, I would've said yes."

"What baby?" Your brain finally catches up and it's your turn to shoot him a confused look.

"Well, I would've said yes provided you were okay with it, love. Which you clearly are." He's reached the end of the bed now, head tilted in curiosity. You've never seen Yeosang mad, and even though this seems like an apt time, he's anything but.

Yunho seems to read your mind. "Are you not mad at us?"

"I probably should be," Yeosang chuckles, "but I saw this coming from a mile away." He scans the room and shuffles over to Yunho's desk chair, swivelling it to face you two. "Continue."

You and Yunho gasp in unison, and in any other situation your synchrony would've been funny. The only way to describe Yeosang's tone is dominant. It's the voice he uses when you're alone, and one glance at his crotch confirms his intentions. But Yunho doesn't know that (at least you don't think he does) and the whiplash from being caught freezes you both in place.

"Sangie-"

"I said continue," his hand smooths down his shirt and rests comfortably at the waistband of his sweats, "if you want me to forgive you, you need to put on a show."

Your gaze meets Yunho's, and when you see just how turned on being caught got him you know you have no choice. He completely relaxes beneath you, lifting his arms to rest behind his head, giving you free reign. But you still can't move.

"Princess," Yeosang brings your attention back to him, "show him what he's been missing."

The order sends a new rush of arousal through your body, rolling your hips without warning. Yunho groans under you, encouraging you to finally continue. You sit up straight, taking off your shirt and putting your body on full display for both men. The sight makes a satisfied sigh leave Yeosang's lips.

"Do you know what she likes?" He asks from the chair, palming himself over his pants.

"I don't," Yunho responds breathlessly, eyes glued to your chest as you continue to roll your hips. Some part of him in the back of his mind finds it absurd that he's about to take orders from his roommate and friend, but then again this whole situation is absurd. And he loves every single second of it.

"Her nipples are very sensitive. Not enough to make her come, but enough to hear her pretty, pretty voice," the way he talks about you as if you aren't in the room turns you on impossibly more, speeding up and biting your lip at the sensation.

"Yeah? Does your princess want my hands on her?" Yunho smirks, eyes unmoving. It's clear they're both gonna have their fun with you, whether you like it or not (you love it).

Your whimpers clearly aren't enough as Yeosang mumbles "answer him baby" before finally wandering under his sweats. You can just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, but the familiar snap of his waistband tells you he's freely stroking himself now, enjoying the show.

"Please?" Yunho's eyes finally flick up to yours at your plea, dark yet friendly. He's always had nice eyes, ones you didn't mind looking into. Has he always looked at you like this, though? Could Yeosang always tell?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp pinch on your left nipple, followed by light pressure on both as Yunho works you up. His hands are big but soft, firm but gentle as he learns every dip and curve of you. Almost too gentle, and your ever observant boyfriend gets to it before you can.

"No need to treat her nicely," he huffs out. You wish it was a lie. You wish you could be offended by anything they're subjecting you to, but you can't. Yunho only hums in agreement before pulling you down by the nape of your neck, attaching his soft lips to a nipple before you can even register what happened.

"Oh my god," you and your boyfriend nearly say in unison, albeit his much quieter, as you pant above Yunho. The sensation is so overwhelming your hips come to a stop, but he quickly replaces it with deep thrusts, skin slapping skin the only noise rivaling your endless moaning.

When he's satisfied with sucking, he repositions you again to kiss you, nothing but spit and swollen lips. His hips slow almost completely, palming the flesh of your ass as he bounces you on his dick. You exchange whimpers of pleasure as he explores your mouth, swallowing his deep groan as he buries his dick in you fully, holding your hips still.

"Does my baby wanna lay down?" He whispers into your mouth, sitting up and pushing you into the opposite side of the bed before you can say yes. You let out a sigh of relief, massaging your slightly sore thighs.

"Head back doll," Yeosang orders, voice moving towards you. If you were being honest you nearly forgot he was there, but Yunho nudges you up with his own legs until your head rests just off the edge of his mattress. Your boyfriend (can you still call him that when Yunho just called you his baby?) finally appears in your line of sight, kneeling to cup your cheek.

"Tap twice if you need air," he smiles, and doesn't wait for you to respond before maneuvering his tip to your lips. You part them, letting the familiar weight of his dick slide through with ease. Yunho groans at the sight, running his own tip between your folds before thrusting into you again. The sudden movement pushes Yeosang into your throat and you nearly choke, but they give you time to control your breathing. One inhale, one exhale, and then Yunho pulls back and fills you again. He's slow at first, letting his roommate relish in the sensation of your warm mouth, rocking you gently between both men.

"Yun, look," Yeosang sighs above you, placing a light hand near your throat. He thrusts deep enough for a bulge to appear and Yunho's grip on your hips tighten so much it might leave bruises. You only have a few seconds to keep your breathing steady before the taller boy's slamming into you, knocking Yeosang even further into your throat and eliciting a groan from all three of you.

The pace Yunho sets is brutal for everyone involved, your moans completely muffled by Yeosang and the vibrations making him embarrassingly close to coming already. He only eggs you on, hand sliding down your chest to play with a nipple. You think you can hear Yunho groaning "fuck" over and over, but nothing's louder in your ears than your own cries buried deep in your throat.

Someone's hand - probably Yunho's - makes contact with your clit, rubbing in time with his strokes. It's all too overwhelming, the spit running down your face, blood rushing to your head, slick smeared on your thighs, both your friend and boyfriend buried deep inside you. The bubbling heat inside you explodes suddenly and forcefully, legs clenching around Yunho, begging him to stop. He slows only a little, still chasing his own high, pressing soothing circles into your hips as you get hit with waves of pleasure.

Before you can compose yourself you feel Yeosang twitch inside you, hot strings sliding down your throat smoothly. You swallow around him, making him whimper above you before finally pulling out. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips as if he didn't just fuck your throat raw, holding your head in his hands as support.

"So perfect for me," you hear Yunho grunt, thrusts getting sloppy, "take us both so well, don't you pretty?" When you finally blink enough tears away to see clearly, the vision before you is godly. He pulls out completely to release on your stomach, one hand pumping himself clean, head thrown back in ecstasy as he moans your name. It's like music to your ears, and you swear you hear Yeosang sigh pleasantly along with you.

"How are you feeling baby?" He wipes a trail of spit from your cheek as Yunho pulls you fully back onto the bed, collapsing next to you.

"'m great," you mumble, one hand tangled in his hair as another reaches for Yunho's touch. You all stay like that for a while, Yeosang stroking your hair and Yunho playing with your fingers as you catch your breath. The calm finally brings you back to your senses.

"Do you forgive me?" You look up at your boyfriend with nervous eyes, still unable to read his expression.

"If you answer this one question for me," he leans down to your ear, lips grazing your lobe.

"Yes, baby?"

"Who fucked you better?"

[nic-coughlan]

https://x.com/venusjmi/status/1808775450098835916?s=46&t=_D7fZV0T1iOtwwqM0INzQA

I knew it. Insane new piece of info, a goodbye kiss? She was like don’t forget how this feels and kissed the shit out of him. Fuck sake this scene has hit me 10x harder.

WHY WAS IT SO SHORT.

"The final scene I shot with Luke it was the final intimacy scene between Colin and Pen — that was like the final one and yeah, I had a cry after that. Many tears towards the end.”

EXCUSE ME

I NEED TO GO LIE ON THE FLOOR FACE DOWN BECAUSE UMMMM IM NOT OKAY

[lacedinweb22]

drunk and crushing (Miguel O’Hara x reader) (part 1)

🕸️ Entangled series 🕸️ ch. 2 prev part

Warnings - alcohol, house party, sexual references 

Summary: After your physics midterm, a group of classmates invite you and your friend, Miguel, to “a small party” they’d be throwing late at night. You both get drunk, and Miguel is especially protective and flirty with you; your feelings and crushes on each other are revealed as the night goes on.

FYI: Some words will be bunched together but that’s just me representing slurred drunken words. ALSO this will be in parts so get ready to be fucking edged. Sorry >:D I hope you enjoy &lt;;3 

I imagine this playing in the background of this part's party scenes so I HIGHLY recommend listening to this with headphones on while reading:

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

We walked out of class together, side by side. “Sooo, I mean, I’ll only go if you go,” he said, nudging my shoulder, smirking with that annoyingly perfect, pearly smile. “Hmmm, ‘a small party,’ she said, I don’t know, I don’t believe that… I hate large gatherings and… I don’t know half of the people that’ll be there,” I muttered, my eyes following the passing squirrels then glancing back up at Miguel. 

What was the point of going when I knew I would just have to witness every girl and their mother trying to suck this man off in the bathroom??? He’d be busy all night, away from me, why bother? I prefer our mini study dat– sessions. Study sessions. 

“Yeah… I know, but you’ll be with me, so you can just… you know, stick with me,” he suggested, shrugging and smiling down at me, his gaze stuck on me as we walked. I smiled, looking at our feet walking together. Stick with him. “Okay, fine, yes, let’s do it. I’ll feel better… that way.” “Okay, I’ll pick you up at 9 then?” 

Pick me up? Jesus, why are you like this? Stop being so fucking nice to me; it makes it so much harder to get over you. 

It’s fine. He’s just being a good best friend. Friend. We. Are. Just. Friends. He’s just being nice. 

“Yes, sounds perfect… thank you, Mig, can’t wait,” I said, giving him a thumbs up as I walked away from him. “Hey, where are you going?” he called out. “I’m going to go meet up with a friend, I’ll see you later tonight, M” I yelled back. “Okay… Y/N,” he muttered, his eyebrows softly scrunched with confusion, lifting his hand up to say goodbye. 

* * *

I wore my favorite vintage black strapless dress, and long knee high socks stuffed into my black mary janes. My waves trickled down my shoulders and collar bones. I feel so pretty. I wonder if Miguel will think the same. 

He texted me that he’d be here in five. I sat on the short garden wall outside of my apartment complex, waiting for Miguel. He was always early. Always. 

Sure enough, he pulled up, smiling and saluting me. “Present, Captain Y/N,” he said, as I walked towards the car door. Before I knew it, he was out of the car, about to open the door for me. As he approached the car door, his eyes scanned me up and down. “You look… really nice. Super beautiful.” I felt my face warm up. “Thank you, Mig,” I replied, shyly. I got in, he closed the door, then went to his side. He got in and began to drive. 

“And you. I love that moto jacket on you… and you smell nice,” I replied, leaning towards him, my face near his chest, sniffing him. “Hey, I always smell good,” “Yeah, you do, you do, but you know, it’s a party, I get it. Love, drugs, weed, pussy. I get it,” I replied, hands up. He laughed and rolled his eyes, his deep laugh so rich, music to my ears. He smelled so good. His jacket must be fucking drenched in his smell. I wanted to touch him so badly, to feel his snug t-shirt, his warm muscles against my fingertips. I just knew–“Y/N,” he dragged out. “Yes, sorry, what was the question?” I responded quickly. “You smell good too, and you look pretty, I mean you always look pretty, I mean I just… is there someone from our class you’re looking forward to seeing?” God, you have no idea. “Ummmm, no, nope, no. There isn’t. Is there… someone you–” “No, no. Just the drugs and the weed,” he replied, nodding. I scoffed. Sure. 

We pulled up to the house party. There were a million cars and what seemed like a million people inside and outside crowding around the front yard. Colorful lights glowed through the windows as people danced and trashed their red solo cups everywhere.  

We found parking, then walked towards the chaos. As we approached, Miguel grabbed my hand. I looked down at it then back up at him. “Stick with me, okay?” he urged, squeezing my hand twice. I nodded. His large, muscular hand wrapped around mine. He was so warm; his calloused palms rubbed softly against mine as we walked in. 

We pushed through the crowd to get to the kitchen. The speakers blasted music and sent vibrations across the floor and throughout my body. I clung onto Miguel as we pushed through the crowd. He towered over everyone, as the longing eyes of girls and the envious eyes of guys followed him.

We found Lizzie, our friend from physics, pouring shots for a few other classmates I recognized. “Miguel and Y/N,” she hummed out, teasingly.  “You two are so cute! I’m so glad you could both make it!” she exclaimed, winking at me. “Us too,” Miguel replied, squeezing my hand and bumping my shoulder. “Do you guys want some of… this?” she said smirking, holding up a bottle of tequila. Miguel looked down at me for approval. I shrugged. “I’ll do one if you do one,” I told him, smiling. He grinned down at me then nodded to Lizzie.  She grabbed a shot glass then a larger glass, 3x the size of mine. “He’s much bigger than you,” she said, shrugging, as she poured them out then slid one in front of each of us. “Fuck, what have we gotten ourselves into?” I asked, picking up the small glass and looking up at Miguel. He raised his glass up to mine and tapped it, “I guess we’ll have to find out,” he said, smirking.

Our eyes met as we both brought the shot glasses to our lips, never breaking eye contact. We downed the shots. Miguel took it extremely, scarily well, as I gasped and hovered over the counter processing the burn. I felt the warmth spread down into my chest. “Mmm that was so yummy,” I moaned. Miguel patted my back and laughed, “Let me get you a soda or something, wait Y/N, have you eaten?” I kept my head down and breathed out, “I saw Dr. Peppers back there, please, God, and yeah… umm I had mac & cheese earlier.” He patted my back then walked away. 

“You need a drink?” I turned around to see a guy I knew from physics holding out a plastic cup to me. “Oh, no I’m good, thank you, Miguel should be bringing me something right about now,” I responded, peering behind him. Where is he? It was just righ– “I don’t see him,” he responded smugly, shrugging. I awkwardly laughed. He was cute, but he wasn’t… him. His eyes were glued to my lips. “Ha, ummm, yeah well, so… how do you feel about the midterm?” I asked, trying to ignore the tension. 

Lizzie brushed by me, handing me a new shot glass, raising her eyebrows. I didn’t feel the first one in the slightest, so I obliged. I downed the shot, breathed out, caught my breath, and looked back at Jack. 

“It was fine. Anyways, Y/N, I see you every lecture, and I’ve always wanted to, you know, talk to you, but you’ve– I mean shit, you got him following you around like a lost puppy–” “Hey, what? Where is this coming from? Miguel’s my friend, he’s my best friend, how is he like a lost puppy?” I argued, offended. “I mean everyone sees how he looks at you,” he replied, confused, like I was the one missing something. “Everyone? What do they see or… think? What do you mea–” “Do you not–? You’re not together? You haven’t…?” he asked, bewildered. “Nope, just friends,” I sighed, grabbing a can off of the counter and chugging. “But hey, thanks for the reminder,” I breathed out before chugging more of whatever this bitter shit was. I need to forget that Miguel doesn’t want me, that he could never think of me the way I think of him. 

Jack smiled, and leaned on the counter closer to me, his elbow getting closer and closer to my chest. I looked down at his elbow then up at him with furrowed eyebrows. “You’re close,” I asserted. “You look beautiful tonight, truly. You know what? We should go take a quick hit outside,” he smirked, holding up a joint. “Nah, I’m good, It’s niceandwarm in here and Miguel shouldbecomingtosaveme any minutenow,” I shook my head no, realizing how heavy my head felt. Fuck, this beer can feels a little heavy. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, getting closer to my face. “We should go get brunch sometime,” he added. Brunch? “That’svery kind but I’m good. DamnIsaid Iwasgood like fifty times. I’m waiting forMiguelllll, my best friend, my buddy, so don’t worry about me! Go check out someone else who’s lonely, I’m not lonely.” “You look lonely,” he reasoned. “Hey, you fucki–” I stopped as I noticed his eyes grow fearful as his gaze looked up above my head. “What are youlookingat, weirdo?” I asked, sharply, reaching my fingertips to my hair. 

“Hey, Miguel,” Jack breathed out, grinning fearfully. I looked up to see Miguel behind me peering down at Jack. I watched as he kept his eyes on Jack while lowering a Dr. Pepper into my hand. “Here, Y/N,” “Thank you, Miguel,” I mimicked, looking up at him then back at Jack. 

“I’m here. You can leave her alone now,” Miguel hissed at Jack. I like this side of him. Darkened eyes, heavy voice, angst. Gives me chills. “We were just talking about a fucking midterm,” Jack muttered as he walked away. “Yeah okay, pinche gringo,” he called out to him. I turned around and looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair slightly messier than when I saw him ten minutes ago. Where had he gone? Who was he with?

“Miguel,” I scolded, holding in my laugh. “What if he understandsSpanish, huh? They’re gonna kickyourass out,” I reasoned. “Nofighting here. This is a peacezone,” I said squeezing his forearm. He shrugged, “Ni modo.” I rolled my eyes then drank more from the can. “Hey, where’d you get that?” Miguel asked, grabbing it out of my hand, analyzing the label. He swiftly drank what was left of the beer then offered me the soda he brought. He lifted my other hand grasping the soda up to my lips, then bit the tab up, snapping the soda open inches away from my lips. “Drink this,” he muttered, through his teeth before spitting the soda tab onto the counter. “Haaaa I forgot about this!” I laughed out. “Yeah, yeah drink some,” he laughed, supporting my hand. 

I drank a good amount then pressed it to his lips. His soft pink lips wrapped around the can rim. His eyes stuck to mine as he sipped some. My cheeks burned.

He then grabbed my hand and led me to the upstairs living room. There were far less people and the music wasn’t as loud. A friend stopped Miguel by the mini bar, so I stood beside him as they talked. I subconsciously remained holding his hand, which he held firmly on his lap as he talked to his friend about school. Lizzie and a few of her friends came by again, handing Miguel and I shots. Miguel hesitated as he looked down at his glass, then looked back at me and my now empty shot glass. He stared at me with extreme concern, then continued talking to the guy who was bombarding him with questions about the midterm. 

He continued glancing at me, worriedly. “What are youlookingat?” I asked, pushing him with my body, “oops sorry I just meant to nudgeyou not push you, woah you’re so firm, I’ve never felt yourchestbefore geez you’re so strong, wait doyouthinkyou could lift me up? Try carrying me!” I blurted, laughing. A bit of pink creeped into his cheeks, as he smiled and put his hand on my fingers lingering on his chest. “Yeah, Y/N, you’ve had a little too much. No more, okay?” he urged, almost scolding me. “Damnnnn okay, MOMMMM!” I replied, rolling my eyes. He turned to his friend and excused himself, then stood up and turned to face me. He looked down at me, his eyes glaring, as I looked up at him, smiling fearfully. He wrapped his forearms around the back of my thighs, lifted me, and gently carried me over his shoulder, within one second. I was weightless to him. I laughed non stop, as he put me down slowly and rolled his eyes. “Wait couldyoulift me like, like wrappedaroundyou like you know…?” I asked, excited. Jesus, someone stop me.

He tilted his head, looking at me critically, then succumbed. He wrapped his hands on the back of my thighs then effortlessly lifted me up so we were chest to chest, heart to heart. His hands remained on the back of my thighs, my dress was now riding up, probably showing my underwear to the world. I was too drunk to care, and too focused on Miguel to care. 

My arms wrapped around his neck, as our faces were inches apart. We looked into each other’s eyes then down at each other’s lips. My heart is beating dangerously fast. Can he feel my heart racing? It felt like 10 minutes had passed us by, when in reality it had been mere seconds. He put me down slowly, as we held eye contact. I wasn’t laughing anymore. 

That sobered me up. I cleared my throat and tugged my dress down. His gaze was still glued onto me. His gaze felt different. Has he always looked at me like that? “Let’s go over there,” I suggested, as I pointed at a group of people playing beer pong on the balcony. I hated crowds, but I needed more sobering up; the alcohol was hitting me like a bus. He held my hand and followed me, as I led him through the crowd this time.

As we approached the balcony and made our way through the crowd, the music grew intensely loud. We now had to shout to hear each other. “‘SMALL PARTY’ MY ASS!” I shouted to Miguel. “I KNOW,” he laughed, “IT’S SO FUCKING LOUD. IT’S TOO MUCH” he shouted, over the music. “DO YOU WANNA LEAVE?” “NO, LET’S JUST GO TAKE A RESTROOM BREAK,” he yelled back, grabbing my hand and leading me to one of the bathrooms. 

to be continued…

next part (flashback) drunk and crushing pt.2

[famousinfamous]

ok so it’s not like the fact that Keefe is treated as the protagonist of kotlc isn’t already widely talked about but ummmm I wanted to talk about it to so yeah. The main thing that I want to talk about in this post is the fact that keefe’s mental health is probably the worst we’ve seen in the series. He has suicidal thoughts tendencies that indicate self harm and a bucket load of inferiority complex’s trauma anxiety and mental breakdowns. It’s not that this isn’t realistic because quite frankly he’s had a horrible childhood. But here’s the thing. So has Sophie and yet, while there are obvious signs of anxiety from Sophie as well as times were she literally just doesn’t move for l several days which sounds a lot like severe depression her issues have never been addressed in same way Keefe’s have. No ones ever talked through it with her not the way she talked to Keefe about his mental health or parents or general unbelievable amount of trauma. And why is that? Because Sophie is the only person in this series with fix him syndrome. Honestly I have no idea. Apparently no one else in this series is able to give motivational speeches. And I mean she does get support but it doesn’t feel the same as the scenes where she comforts Keefe. And no I’m not passive aggressively shitting on Keefe for not supporting Sophie because he does but. It just doesn’t feel like he’s working her through it. More so like he’s just supporting her, which is good like he’s her friend not her therapist but it results in Keefe’s problems being talked through more than the literal MAIN CHARACTER. Look ok I get Keefe is the main love interest I can accept him being more explored as a character than the others but more than Sophie? That’s some bullshit right there.

[storiesandthingsofthatnature]

Cradle Snatcher Pt . 3

Summary: Curiosity gets the better of you and you take a pregnancy test. After finding out the fated answer, your world turns upside down but for a whole other reason.

Word Count: 5K (so short, forgive meeee)

Pairing: RE!2 Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: Descriptions of gore, violence, guns, ummmm, nothing else?

Disclaimer: Nothing to report :3

A/N: So I had NO idea how I was going to continue this series and then I went “oh yeah. Zombies” So let’s do this! I apologize for it being short. Consider it a prologue~ 

Enjoy! :D

The sound of the heel of your dominant foot hitting the ground sounded through the stall of the police station women’s bathroom. You had your head in one hand, elbow sitting atop your knee while the other hand held a pregnancy test in shaky fingers. You were late. You had planned to check when you got home but the curiosity and assurance for what is going on ate at you until finally you went out to grab a test during your lunch break. You had gotten a weird look from the cashier but anyone would think twice about asking a cop what they were doing with that. Plus, it was none of their business anyway. 

Biting your bottom lip, a part of you dreaded the answer. Yes, you had asked for it and with gusto but for some reason you thought that it wouldn't happen. It had only been a week since you and Leon had that amazing encounter and since you two decided to be together. In that week, however, you did not prepare yourself for this possibility at all. And when you were sure that the required time had passed, you checked the stick and you felt your stomach flip. You were pregnant, alright. 

You let out a shaky sigh, leaving the stall to rid yourself of the test in the nearest trash can. You kind of tucked it away in the recesses of the bin, not wanting your colleagues to be nosy. You really should have waited until you got home. 

You washed your hands, the looming feeling of your consequences hanging over your head and molding into your shoulders. You sigh once more and wash your face with cold water. Grabbing the lip of the sink after turning off the faucet, you look into the mirror and wryly chuckle. “You better tell him.” You tell yourself, the utter fear of what he would think and do rearing its ugly head in the back of your mind. A large part of you knew that he was a man of his word - that he would wed you and be there for you every step of the way. But what did you truly want? You were still so young and there was still so much to do! 

Either way, this conversation was meant for two and you were going to need to talk to Leon as soon as you could. You rub the back of your neck, turning on your heel to leave the bathroom before you hear gunshots sounding from somewhere further into the building of the precinct. Screams and yells of commands reached your ears as you heard running footsteps coming and passing by the bathroom. You grab your gun from your holster, fast walking to the door before pressing your back against the wall. You listen first, cries of pain and scuffling filling the outside hallway. You turn the knob of the bathroom door and immediately a heavy force flies into it. 

You let out a scream of surprise and cover your mouth in instinct, the sight of a bloodied colleague making your eyes widen. Suddenly, they began to twitch slightly, you holstering your gun to run to their aide. “How hurt are you? What’s going…” You trail off from your train of thought, a scene of utter gore before your very eyes. One side of their jaw was hanging from a sinew of muscle, as if something had chewed into their cheek. Their eyes said death but somehow they were still moving. They let out a guttural groan and you back up quickly. 

“S-Stay back!” You warn as you take out your gun once more. However, they seemed to either ignore you or just not understand what you said as they continued to get up. Once back on their feet, they turned to you and shuffled at you at a rather disturbing rate. “STOP!” You scream but left with no other choice, a single bullet leaves the chamber of your gun and into your colleague’s forehead. Immediately they stopped their assault and tripped over their feet, you stumbling backwards to keep from being pinned against the corner from the slumped body. In the process, however, you knocked over the trash can that contained your pregnancy test, the contents of the bin flying across the sleek flooring. 

But you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment, you needed to find out what was going on and why you just had to shoot your co-worker. You run out of the bathroom only to find a hallway of horror. 

Viscera lined the flooring of the now blurry-lit hallway. A few pods of people cowering over something spread out throughout the area. You didn’t have the stomach to see just what it was those things were doing. But if you had to guess from what you’ve seen and what you can hear as they rip at whatever was once alive, you imagined that they were feeding. So, the undead were real, huh? But, why now? Why here? Was the whole city like this? 

The sudden realization that Leon was supposed to be coming today hits you and you run to the main office to send out a call to him

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Leon hummed to himself as he put together the necessary items he needed for his first day at the precinct; his gun, some paperwork, and some other misc things such as a small bouquet. He had gotten you flowers, the sap that he was, and wanted to surprise you with them. While this would definitely raise eyebrows at the station, he felt that your colleagues should know about you two sooner rather than later. 

Suddenly, the sound of his house phone ringing pulled him from his packing and he tilted his head to the side in curiosity. Who would be calling him? He wasn’t expecting anyone…Then, remembering that the station existed, he immediately ran to the landline and picked it up. “Kennedy residence.” He said, but he was nowhere near prepared to hear you yelling from the other side of the line. “Leon?!” 

Your frantic voice was more than enough for him to go into protect mode, Leon’s previous giddiness becoming overshadowed by utter worry. “[Y/N]? What’s wrong, why are there gunshots in the background?!” This situation was becoming more and more dire and he could feel the muscles in his legs twitching. He was ready to go get you but he needed to be sure that you were safe first. “Leon, do not come! Do you hear me?! It’s not safe-” The dead dial tone resonated in Leon’s ear and he slammed the receiver with force. 

Without a second thought, he grabbed his gun and ammo, swiping up his jeep keys as he flew out of the house. All he could do now was pray that you were okay and that he would get to you in time.

[oldbutchdaniel]

literally have never been into rpf ever in my life always thought it was super weird. look at me know. anyway. if its lbf day i think the most obvious scenario is after the whole subspace scene lbf goes to assad and is like 👉🏼👈🏼 ummmm can we do that again or.

first of all sickos react to you getting into rpf. second of all yes. yeah. please. third of all we the people have a million good ideas so why are there not four million lbf fics on archive of our own dot com. everybody including me needs to get off their asses and get to work

[fortpeat]

UMMMM SAY WHAT NOW !!! 🫠🫠🫠 FORT THITIPONG YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE BABYYY !!!!!!!

Also let's be honest ! Fort Thitipong the man that has been obsessed with everything Peat Wasuthorn since the moment they met is saying he "forgot" the feeling of kissing Peat ?!!!! 😂😂😂 YEAH RIGHT !!! Let's just say all the practice was to make the kissing scenes as right as possible for the camera 😂 Remember the crew teasing Fort for not kissing Peat gently in the last episode of Lita 😂 THIS IS DEFINITELY THE SAME CASE !! 😂💯

[eddiegettingshot]

My lowkey unhinged spec is that actually the scripts have buddie being mostly normal and then the entire cast and crew just works overtime to make them as abnormal as possible. Like the script says “eddie sees the 118 having a good time and feels excluded and leaves” and then the DOP and director are like yes but what if when eddie sees them its framed like buck is the focal point and also theres like light surrounding him. And also we get eddie to to the tragic brown eyes thing. Perfect. Or the script is like “maddie (exasperated/happy): ummmm yeah actually [bucktommy] were [together before]” and jen is like okay but what if I add a tinge of disapproval/annoyance in a love my little brother but I wish he would get it together way and the script supervisor is like yeah exactly. or its like “eddie (supportive): this doesnt change anything between us. Buck:well thats a relief” and oliver is like okay but what if when I say that I dont look relieved at all. And then ryan is like omg yeah and when I say it doesnt change anything Ill use my eyes to say but actually it changes everything. And oliver is like omg yeah and also imagine if when your supposed to be supportive of buck and tommy you just dont look happy about it at all. Meanwhile the director is in the back making sure the scene is framed exactly the same as the bucktommy kiss scene for some reason. Or maybe theyre filming the medal ceremony and the script says “the 118 recieve their medals. The crowd is proud of them” and then the director is like yeah but what if we we pan to a specific person or group for each medal recipient. Like maddie for chim and karen/mara/denny for hen. And eddie and chris for buck. obviously. Anyways 😭

THIS IS SOOOOOOOOO FUNNY TO IMAGINE IM CRYING 😭😭😭 ADDING THIS TO THE LIST OF THEORIES I COMPLETELY BELIEVE