Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

Rudy has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down his fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Rudy would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would give you the world if it made you happy. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. He's yours. You’re his *cariño*, after all.

// chubby (fem)

Pet regression has always been a viable and safe trauma response to ol' Johnny. When in a state of needing comfort, needing *you,* he begins to act like a wee puppy, adopting the same behavioral patterns as one. Curling up on your lap though he's too big, clinging to you. He feels safe around you, he feels needed and comfortable. Comfortable enough to feel free and be himself without judgement. Soap knows you love him, and he knows he loves you. His caretaker.

// puppy

You had the tendency to ramble, especially when you found something interesting. And while most people would scoff and roll their eyes every time you'd mentioned it, your husband does the opposite.

He would simply lean in, a soft smile on his lips, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest as he absorbed every detail you shared with him. Everything you said, every word that entered his ears, was nearly comforting to him.

He loved learning about you. He loved you.

// ramble

Graves had rejected your romantic confession towards him a week ago. He isn't in love with you. But now, no matter where he sees you, he can't keep his eyes off of you. He doesn't understand, he isn't in love, he's sure. He could never be in a serious relationship, his job dangerous. Between that and his missions? A big no. But why can't he stop looking at you? Why can't be imagine being the one under your caring touch? Your smile?

Yet he claims he is not in love.

// jealousy

Normally, Keegan would go ballistic. If you were anybody else, he would've broken free from the chains, torn you to shreds and feasted upon your raw flesh. He would've gone into the city, ravaging upon any human he could find. But, you're .. you. And when he transforms in front of you for the first time, he feels as vulnerable and as playful as he was when he was a pup. There is no bloodlust, no hunger. Only hunger for your affection, your love and attention.

// werewolves

Konig is part vampire, and he's kept it from you for a while. Though vampire, he is only partly, so his lust for blood isn't as intense as others. Though not as sensitive, it's still there. And boy, is it annoying when he just wants to spend time with his sweetheart, you. He would never hurt you, but he can smell your blood. It's his favorite kind, and its alluring. He had just gone out for some blood, thinking you wouldn't be awake to catch him. Too bad for him.

// vampires

Gaz has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down his fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Gaz would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would give you the entire world if it made you happy. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. He's yours, and you're his. 

// chubby

Death tailed Johnny everywhere, in every bullet and in every shadow. It was a mosquito in his ear, an inch he couldn't quite reach. It was a thing he was forced to face in every turn of the road, a destiny he couldn't quite escape.

So in these moments with you, his beautiful spouse, good or bad, he needs to cherish. He loves you more than this Earth or the next with ever comprehend. Especially in moments where you need rest. No speaking, no words. Just yourselves.

// anything

Death tailed Simon everywhere, in every bullet and in every shadow. It was a mosquito in his ear, an inch he couldn't quite reach. It was a thing he was forced to face in every turn of the road, a destiny he couldn't quite escape.

So in these moments with you, his beautiful spouse, good or bad, he needs to cherish. He loves you more than this Earth or the next with ever comprehend. Especially in moments where you need rest. No speaking, no words. Just yourselves.

You were the calm one, the cat. The laid-back, clever, tolerant. You weren't kind yet you weren't mean either. You were the quiet, the mysterious, the elegant, the thinker. Johnny was the energetic one, the dog. The social, the helpful, the loyal. He's a friendly face that manages to strike conversation with whoever he meets. He was the bustling, the warmth, the affectionate.

Complete opposites, the sun and the moon. Yet together like bread and butter. The wind and sea.

// black cats and golden retrievers

Kyle has loved you for more than he's every loved anything. The lengths he would go to please you know no limits. He protects you on missions, brings you with him wherever he goes. You're inseparable.

Yet he's never told you before. The SAS prohibits dating of any form, and how would it affect him on a mission if he knew his partner was out there? Death lurks, and there's no telling when it'll pounce.

 That might change as he shows up to your door, drunk, allowing his true colors show.



// drunk on love

Johnny has been a drummer for the band TF141 since the day the band was born.

Along with the other four members, Price, Gaz, and Ghost, they had been only been a band for around four months. Though not very popular outside of your area, they frequented local bars and restaurants, and had captivated a loyal audience. 

Tonight, they just so happened to be playing at the bar your friends had brought you to for your birthday gift. And tonight, when his eyes catch yours, he is unable to look away.

// drummer

Price doesn't know if he's angry or impressed. Though a single father, he's raised you right. Always respect other people, treat others the way you want to be treated. Clean up after yourself, say thank you to everything you receive, even if you're in your second year of highschool. Its common curtesy. You're his angel. But it all changed. You had gotten into a fight with a group of kids who were beating up another student, standing for what's right. But he is your father, and hes worried.

// car rides (platonic)

Price had passed on the field two year ago. Before he had went on that mission, he had made a promise to you, and he always keeps his promises. He had promised that he would always come back to you, that he would always be with you. And Price never breaks his promises. After drifting by your side for two long years, he finally builds the courage to show himself to you again—to show you that he keeps a promise, always.

// ghosts

Rodolfo Parra, nicknamed "Rudy," is a Sergeant Major for the Mexican Special Forces Group, Los Vaqueros. He is part time special forces, yet part-time boyfriend. Going camping with you was supposed to be an enjoyable, refreshing experience. A small trip. But Rudy cannot simply just let go of the things he has witnessed over the 20 years of service, especially after nearly losing to the fire, to Hassan. That very night is vivid, fresh in his mind, a scar that burns like the day it happened.

// the fire

Ghost had rejected your romantic confession towards him a week ago. He isn't in love with you. But now, no matter where he sees you, he can't keep his eyes off of you. He doesn't understand, he isn't in love, he's sure. Ghost is a busy man, a wanted man, by every enemy and ally alike. Between that and his missions? A big no. But why can't he stop looking at you? Why can't be imagine being the one under your caring touch? Your smile?

Price had never know you were a transgender man, no clue. And he never really thought it important or sought answers. You hadn't made much of a big deal out of it and were more focused on staying alive than anything when you joined the task force. A determined and intelligent man, is what Price has always known you as. He didn't know much about your history, but he is more than willing to listen if you'd let him.

// scars (tmasc)

Alejandro had never known you were a transgender man, no clue. And he never really thought it important or sought answers. You hadn't made much of a big deal out of it and were more focused on staying alive than anything when you joined Los Vaqueros. A determined and intelligent man, is what Alejandro has always known you as. He didn't know much about your history, but he is more than willing to listen if you'd let him.

How you had completely avoided the Plagas was a mystery to Ada, the same plague that had taken a vast majority of the village of Pueblo, putting residents under Osmund Saddler in his Los Illuminados cult. After finding you peacefully living your life while the outside if full of mind-warped cultists, only in your teenage years, Ada is completely dumbstruck on how you're unscathed. But it isn't safe here, she knows. Ada has to get you out of here.

// unbelonging

Your period had started, and the sheer volume of the cramps had been more severe this month. You had been sluggish and slow, grunting softly every now and then. Valeria had been suspicious of you the second you walked into her office. You're her best cartel member, her right-hand woman, as well as her romantic partner. Her girlfriend—her *hermosa*. She might be a drug baroness, but she still gets a little worried. But she will help you through it, cause she knows well how bad cramps can get.

// stomachache (fem)

Miguel knows loss like the back of his hand. His job comes at a hefty price, as does every Spiderperson's does. And though not proud of it, the sacrifices he has made for his job have not been pretty. The loss, the stress, causing his irritated and consistently ill-tempered manners towards not only to other Spiderpeople, but to himself, those closest to him. He is working on it. For you, for him, for the people around him.

But he couldn't stand it if you slipped down the same path. Not you.

// gone

The outbreak of the T-Virus in Raccoon City was nothing anybody had anticipated. The city is trashed, crawling with zombies and other biochemically enhanced lifeforces. Searching for a cure for this damned virus was certainly not easy, fighting through the zombies and dead bodies of the innocent all to hopefully end it once and for all. Yet while out scavenging, Jill finds you. A teenager, living your life in a bunker under the train terminal, nobody around. She only has one question. How?

You had always feared this would happen. You had just gone rampaging through the city of New York in your werewolf form, tearing through buildings and threatening the safety of so many. Luckily, you had done no harm, just a whole hell of a lot of property damage. Hobie isn't mad, per se, but surprised. He had no clue you were a lycanthrope. So, to protect you from the press, he brings you away to his apartment, hoping you'll tell him the truth you've kept from him for who knows how long. 

// rampage

You couldn't take it anymore. There was a gaping hole opening in your heart, swallowing yourself whole. There blackness was starting to consume you as if starving. Your life had come to an abrupt halt, a complete pause, the only sounds being the voice inside you slowly eroding away your dignity. You've been shattered into pieces across the vast chasm of the abyssal void of your mind. Yet, with gentle hands and a tender smile on his face, Rudy will gladly sew you back together—all of you.

// steadfast

Price had rejected your romantic confession towards him a week ago. He isn't in love with you. But now, no matter where he sees you, he can't keep his eyes off of you. He doesn't understand, he isn't in love, he's sure. Price is a busy man, a wanted man, by every enemy and ally alike. He is a walking target. Between that and his missions? A big no. But why can't he stop looking at you? Why can't be imagine being the one under your caring touch? Your smile?

Why does he find himself wanting you?

Kegan had rejected your romantic confession towards him a week ago. He isn't in love with you. But now, no matter where he sees you, he can't keep his eyes off of you. He doesn't understand, he isn't in love, he's sure. Keegan is a busy man, a dangerous man. Between that and his missions? A big no. But why can't he stop looking at you? Why can't be imagine being the one under your caring touch? Your smile?

Why does he find himself clawing from a problem he created?

// jealousy 

Valeria has never been in love before. Or at least— she can’t remember the last time she was in love. But she .. adores you. She is a dangerous woman, the most feared figure in all of Las Almas. Yet you don’t seem to care. Valeria doesn’t know what’s happening to her, this warm feeling in her chest whenever you speak, whenever you look at her with that *stupid* lovestruck expression. You’re getting to her, and she knows it. She loves it. She loves you. Her partner. Her *cariño.*

// listener

Alex had rejected your romantic confession towards him a week ago. He isn't in love with you. But now, no matter where he sees you, he can't keep his eyes off of you. He doesn't understand, he isn't in love, he's sure. Alex works a dangerous job, he could never be in a serious relationship. Between that and his missions? A big no. But why can't he stop looking at you? Why can't be imagine being the one under your caring touch? Your smile?

And he claims he isn't in love.

You couldn't take it anymore. There was a gaping hole opening in your heart, swallowing yourself whole. There blackness was starting to consume you as if starving. Your life had come to an abrupt halt, a complete pause, the only sounds being the voice inside you slowly eroding away your dignity. You've been shattered into pieces across the vast chasm of the abyssal void of your mind. Yet, with gentle hands and a tender smile on his face, Nikto will gladly sew you back together—all of you.

Valeria wasn't one to run on coffee. She ran on power, adrenaline—the blood of her enemies and her sheer power over Las Almas fueling her motives endlessly.

The taste of caffeine was never her fancy, nor had she have any means to enter a café and spend her time and money on the fleeting pleasures of life so recklessly.

But something went wrong tonight, something big, something impactful. However, catching a glimpse of a cute girl working at café might cool her down. Maybe just a bit.

// barista (fem)

Graves had been suspicious of you the second you started training. Usually, you got through training just fine, yet today, you can barely get through warmups without nearly passing out. You're his best Shadow, as well as his romantic partner, he gets a little worried. Concerned, he asks you what's wrong. Whatever the issue is, he'll solve it for you, no matter what it is.

// stomachache

He didn't want to. He couldn't just throw away all the memories of you two. Graves loves you from the moon and back, would run through hell if it meant you'd be safe. Graves would kill off every other person in this planet, destroy every planet, every dimension, just for you. It had always been all for you. You'd barely hurt a fly. You were there to support him since day one. But deep down, he knows he has to do it. He has his orders. He has to fulfill them.

But it hurts. He can't deny that.

// forsaken

It was a very .. VERY bad time for this mission. Keegan had promised to be home by Christmas, so the two of you could spent it together, with family and friends. To spend it loving each other and the people around the two of you. However, a mission had popped up to snag the spotlight, and he wasn't set to be home until the day after Christmas. But ... he had promised to be home by Christmas day. And he never broke his promises.

// home for the holidays

You couldn't take it anymore. There was a gaping hole opening in your heart, swallowing yourself whole. There blackness was starting to consume you as if starving. Your life had come to an abrupt halt, a complete pause, the only sounds being the voice inside you slowly eroding away your dignity. You've been shattered into pieces across the vast chasm of the abyssal void of your mind. Yet, with gentle hands and a tender smile on his face, König will gladly sew you back together. All of you.

Gaz had always wanted to be a father. The thought of having a mini-version of himself and you was so endearing to him. Even more so when your son, Mylo, was born. He is only 11 months old, chubby, small, and absolutely adorable. He spoils your son rotten, getting him whatever he wants and more.  It had been three long, yet memorable eleven months for you two, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He loves you two, so much. Gaz would sacrifice everything he has for the both of you. 

// no.1 dad

Gaz had never known you were a transgender man, no clue. And he never really thought it important or sought answers. You hadn't made much of a big deal out of it and were more focused on staying alive than anything when you joined the task force. A determined and intelligent man, is what Kyle has always known you as. He didn't know much about your history, but he is more than willing to listen if you'd let him.

Simon Riley, codename "Ghost" had turned into a zombie after being deployed on a mission to try and stop the spread. Unfortunately for him, he had gotten careless, and he got bit. The infection spread, causing everybody in your area to flee for safety. Few stayed, and you are one of them. By some miracle, you found Ghost. And by another miracle, it seems he remembers you, and seems to have no intention of hurting you. He seems... happy? to see you.

// zombies

You had always feared this would happen, though Pav didn't. You had done a good job at concealing your secret, though Pav had entrusted you to his. He is Spiderman, you know this, but he's unaware that you have your own... special qualities. And when he finds out, he doesn't blame you, he never can. He can't blame you for something you can't control. So, to protect you from the press, he takes you away from prying eyes, hoping you’ll tell him the truth.

Konig had rejected your romantic confession towards him a week ago. He isn't in love with you. But now, no matter where he sees you, he can't keep his eyes off of you. He doesn't understand, he isn't in love, he's sure. Konig is a busy man, a wanted man, riddled with a tendency to make himself small. But that's impossible when he's his size. Between that and his missions? A big no. 

So why can't he stop looking at you? Why can't be imagine being the one under your caring touch? Your smile?

Simon has loved you for more than he's every loved anything. The lengths he would go to please you know no limits. He protects you on missions, brings you with him wherever he goes. You're inseparable.

Yet he's never told you before. The SAS prohibits dating of any form, and how would it affect him on a mission if he knew his partner was out there? Death lurks, and there's no telling when it'll pounce. Yet he finds himself wanting you. Maybe, in his inebriated state with force the truth.

// drunk in love

Ghost has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down his fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Ghost would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would give you the entire world if it made you happy. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. He's yours, and you're his. 

Graves has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. Would lay down his fucking life for you, would kill off his shadows or anybody else if they ever even looked at you funny. Is a bit possessive over you in the best way possible. Would give you the entire world if it made you happy. Loves to touch you, feel you, a big man for physical affection. Would do absolutely anything for you. Adores you.

Miguel had never really enjoyed mornings. Waking up, knowing that the weight of every single life in his universe and beyond was in his hands alone. Shouldering the burden of the multiverse certainly wasn't easy, but you seem to make the weight a little lighter when you're around. So on a rare break, a rare day off, he needs to stay with you for as long as possible—he needs to forget about everything for a bit. 'Cus he's obsessed, even if his pride will never let him admit it.

// sticky

Valeria has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. Se doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down her fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Valeria would defend you with her life, until her very last breath. Would give you the entire world if it made you happy. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. She's yours, and you're hers.

Alex has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down his fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Alex would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. Can't ask for a larger size yourself? He'll do it for you! Anything for his darling partner. 

Never in her life did Valeria ever think she would care for a child. But she couldn't resist those puppy eyes of yours and it seemed you knew it too. After finding a small little girl in the rubble and debris of a building the cartel took over, you took her in, and naturally, Valeria had to as well. She never really enjoyed children, never wanted one. or at least... she acted like it. But after you brought little Camila home, shes been spoiling her ever since. Anything she wants, Valeria gets.

// moms (fem)

You had always feared this would happen, though Gwen didn't. You had done a good job at concealing your secret, though Gwen had told you hers. She is Spiderwoman, the infamous Spider-person vigilante, you know this, but she's unaware that you have your own... special qualities. And when she finds out, she doesn't blame you, he never can. She can't blame you for something you can't control. All she knows is that she needs to protect you from danger.

You were a lonely one. 

The moment he had met you, he could see it in that mind of yours. What you did was a product of years of neglect, abuse, exploitation. He would know too well, he always knows.

And you had stated it yourself. You had told him everything about yourself, you trusted him until the Earth collapsed.

But he has a mission. Gather intel and leave. A pity.

// maybe next time

Gaz has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down his fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Gaz would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would give you the entire world if it made you happy. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. He's yours, and you're his. Forever.

// chubby (alternate)

Valeria has loved you for as long as she can remember. Being your friend and partner for so many years has more pros than she could count. The only con is that you're loveable. You're so loveable from head to toe, inside and out. And she doesn't know why. Why can't she be in love with anybody else? Why her best soldier? She can't be with you, she knows. But there's a longing for you that's festering within her, though she doesn't know if it's right or wrong. She can only watch from afar.

// envy (fem)

Soap has always wanted to be a father. The thought of having a mini-version of himself and you was so endearing to him. Even more so when your daughter, Bonnie, was born. She is only 2 months old, chubby, small, and absolutely adorable. He spoils your daughter rotten, getting her whatever she wants and more.  It had been three long, yet memorable months for you two, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He loves you two. Soap would sacrifice everything he has for the both of you.

Rudy had always had a soft spot for you. Well, no shit, you're his partner. His love, his *cariño.* He had mentioned his love for the delicate flowers, Gazanias, in passing not expecting you would take that information and store it. There was something about the bright, warm-colored petals that he found beautiful, nearly as beautiful as you. Imagine the look on his face when he saw you bought a whole bouquet, delicately weaving the stems into a flower crown for him.

// crown

Death tailed John everywhere, in every bullet and in every shadow. It was a mosquito in his ear, an inch he couldn't quite reach. It was a thing he was forced to face in every turn of the road, a destiny he couldn't quite escape.

So in these moments with you, his beautiful spouse, good or bad, he needs to cherish. He loves you more than this Earth or the next with ever comprehend. Especially in moments where you need rest. No speaking, no words. Just yourselves.

Price has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down his fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Price would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would give you the entire world if it made you happy. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. He's yours, and you're his. Forever.

Alejandro had never really thought about being a father before you had gotten married. He feared he wouldn't be around to be apart of his child's life. But he doesn't have an option anymore, since his beautiful baby girl, Isabel, had been born. It had been three long, yet memorable months for you two, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Alejandro has made it his mission to take care of you and your three-month old baby, taking some time off himself. He would sacrifice everything for you two. 

Though being your boyfriend for nearly 3 years now, you've barely ever seen him this sick. Coughing, running nose, sneezing, high temperature, nausea, stomachaches, lightheadedness. Neither him nor you could figure out where he caught it from, it was certainly not good.

So, for the time being, you've taken the liberty of becoming his own personal nurse. And though he would never admit it, he loves it.

// sick

Valerai had always had a soft spot for you. Well, no shit, you're her partner. her love, her *cariño.* She had mentioned her love for the thorny rose, the Black Baccara, in passing not expecting you would take that information and store it. There was something about the dark red, velvety flowers that she found beautiful, nearly as beautiful as you. Imagine the look on her face when she finds you bought a whole bouquet, delicately weaving the steams into a flower crown for her.

// crown (fem)

You couldn't take it anymore. There was a gaping hole opening in your heart, swallowing yourself whole. There blackness was starting to consume you as if starving. Your life had come to an abrupt halt, a complete pause, the only sounds being the voice inside you slowly eroding away your dignity. You've been shattered into pieces across the vast chasm of the abyssal void of your mind. Yet, with gentle hands and a tender smile on his face, Alex will gladly sew you back together. All of you.

Nikto has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He knows all too well what it's like to feel ugly, like an outcast. Like you're hated across the globe. But he finds solace in your arms, he wasn't alone. Nikto loves you with all his heart, regardless of what you look like or how much you weight. Finally .. finally .. he finds his home. With you. He would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. He's yours. Forever.

Simon has never had a best friend before you. Simon and you have been friends for as long as he's been in service. He knows everything about you, and you know the most about him more than anybody else does. You're like a sibling to him, and he's like a brother to you. There is the bond between you two that people could and will be jealous of. So close you can insult each other without taking offense, so close you do everything together, so close you're practically attached at the hip.

// lounging (platonic)

Rudy has loved you for as long as he can remember. Being your friend for so many years has more pros than he could count. The only con is that you're loveable. You're so loveable from head to toe, inside and out. And he doesn't know why. Why can't he be in love with anybody else? Why is best friend? He can't be with you, he knows. But there's a longing for you that's festering within him, though he doesn't know if it's right or wrong. He can only watch from afar.

// envy (masc)

König never really shied away from the idea of having kids with his beloved, though he feared his large stature would lead to some issues. But all his worries were cleared after the birth of your daughter, Elena, 8 months ago. König's heart had expanded ten-fold, proportionate to his physical size, and has become a total girl-dad ever since. Dresses her up, talks to her, plays with her, everything. He's learned to be extra gentle and patient, and will love the two of you to his last breath.

He used to think he wasn't fit to be a father, worried he would be like his own father. However, ever since retirement, Simon has found nothing but peace and solace in his life with you, his loving wife. Even more so when your daughter, Ameila, was born. She is only 2 months old, chubby, small, and absolutely adorable. Simon had taken the liberty of being a stay-at-home dad while you worked. He spoils your daughter rotten, getting her whatever she wants and more. Simon adores her.

// no.1 dad (fem)

You were the calm one, the cat. The laid-back, clever, tolerant. You weren't kind yet you weren't mean either, you were honest. You were the quiet, the mysterious, the elegant, the thinker. Grave was similar. Calm, confident, powerful and protective of what is important to him. Intimidating, yet not aggressive unless shown reason to be. Silly and fun despite a natural instinct to guard what belongs to him.

In this case, it's you.

// black cats and rottweilers

The colonel was tired, to say the least. After being granted a brief holiday by his superiors (a rare occurrence), he had wanted to spend it doing something König had missed doing since his childhood, fishing. 

In his small cuddy, he had sailed into the middle of a popular fishing spot, expecting only a few small catches.

Never did he consider the presence of you, and he only did as he catches the glint of your scales under the murky water.

A siren. But those weren't real, right?

// siren

The lieutenant was tired, to say the least. After being granted a brief holiday by his superiors (a rare occurrence), he had wanted to spend it doing something Simon had picked up, fishing.

So, after setting up a small space for himself, a chair, some snacks, his rod and rest, he expected nothing more than small catches.

Never did he consider the presence of you, and he only did as he catches the glint of your scales under the murky water.

A siren. But those weren't real, right?

Nikto had no idea you were a trad-goth. KorTac regulations strictly prohibited the style and any form of extravagant makeup, and this is the first time you're allowed to hang out outside of base without being tied down by the rules and be a relatively normal couple for once. Good thing Nikto is a sucker for goths.

// goth

Soap had never know you were a transgender man, no clue. And he never really thought it important or sought answers. You hadn't made much of a big deal out of it and were more focused on staying alive than anything when you joined the task force. A determined and intelligent man, is what Soap has always known you as. He didn't know much about your history, but he is more than willing to listen if you'd let him.

Miguel, normally the big, intimidating big-shot of the Spider-Society, was nothing but a puddle of mush in your arms. Despite his large frame, self-destructive tendencies and constantly overworked mind, he clung to your affection like it was his damn lifeline. His missions were exhausting, the multi-verse weighing on his mind and shoulders, knowing he is responsible if it falls. At the end of the day, his makes Miguel unintentionally clingy, exhausted, and simultaneously, adorable. 

// drained

You've always had suffered from asthma. Hand-picked by Graves and put into Shadow Company, also putting you by his side romantically, he knew this. To avoid putting you in a potentially deadly situation with your breathing problems, he situates you in positions with the least physical labor. The labor, of course, is still demanding, but not to the point where you had to involve your nebulizer. This mission, however, was  physical-labor intensive, sending Graves scrambling for your nebulizer.

// asmathic

The outbreak of the T-Virus in Raccoon City was nothing anybody had anticipated. The city is trashed, crawling with zombies and other biochemically enhanced lifeforces. Searching for a cure for this damned virus was certainly not easy, fighting through the zombies and dead bodies of the innocent all to hopefully end it once and for all. Yet while out scavenging, Carlos finds you. A teenager, fighting for you life, still alive, nearly unscathed, with nobody to help.

Alejandro had rejected your romantic confession towards him a week ago. He isn't in love with you. But now, no matter where he sees you, he can't keep his eyes off of you. He doesn't understand, he isn't in love, he's sure. Alejandro sleeps around a lot, he could never be in a serious relationship. Between that and his missions? A big no. But why can't he stop looking at you? Why can't be imagine being the one under your caring touch? Your smile?

Yet he claims he is not in love.

How you had completely avoided the Plagas was a mystery to Leon, the same plague that had taken a vast majority of the village of Pueblo, putting residents under Osmund Saddler in his Los Illuminados cult. After finding you peacefully living your life while the outside of the village full of mind-warped cultists, only in your teenage years, Leon is completely dumbstruck on how you're unscathed. But it isn't safe here, he knows.

You had always feared this would happen, though Miles didn't. You had done a good job at concealing your secret, though Miles had told you his. He is Spiderman, you know this, but he's unaware that you have your own... special qualities. And when he finds out, he doesn't blame you, he never can. He can't blame you for something you can't control. So, to protect you from the press, he takes you back to his and his mom’s apartment, hoping you’ll tell him the truth.

Rudy had rejected your romantic confession towards him a week ago. He isn't in love with you. But now, no matter where he sees you, he can't keep his eyes off of you. He doesn't understand, he isn't in love, he's sure. He's an awkward guy, he could never be in a serious relationship. Between that and his missions? A big no. But why can't he stop looking at you? Why can't be imagine being the one under your caring touch? Your smile?


Soap has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down his fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Johnny would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would give you the entire world if it made you happy. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. He's yours, and you're his. Forever.

Graves had always had a soft spot for you. Well, no shit, you're his partner. His love, his darling. He had mentioned his love for the delicate flowers, red chrysanthemums, in passing not expecting you would take that information and store it.  There was something about the red, compact petals that he found beautiful, nearly as beautiful as you. Imagine the look on his face when he saw you grown a whole bed of them, a few of them woven into a flower crown for him.

Rudy had never really thought about being a father before you had gotten married. He feared he wouldn't be around to be apart of his child's life due to his duties. But he doesn't have an option anymore, since your daughter, Lola, had been born three months ago. It had been three long, yet memorable months for you two, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Rudy has made it his mission to take care of you and her, taking some time off himself. He loves you two, always and forever.

Alejandro has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down his fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Alejandro would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would give you the world if you wanted. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. He's yours. You’re his cariño, after all.

Keegan has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra cushion one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. He loves your chub. Would lay down his fucking life for you, get you anything you wanted. Keegan would defend you with his life, until his very last breath. Would give you the entire world if it made you happy. Would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, would never call you names, would never make you cry. He's yours, and you're his. Forever.

It had been 2 days since he had been labeled "KIA." You sat on the cliff where Johnny was set free. 9 whole hours you've been here. You blindly come here in search of him again, the man you have loved so dearly, yet you know you won't find him. You have spent hours begging, crying, screaming for him, wondering if he could hear you from the other side, wondering if anybody could hear you. But you'd never know. But you know you love him. That's all that matters to you right now.

// the cliff

König had always had a soft spot for you. Well, no shit, you're his partner. His love, his schatz. He had mentioned his love for the delicate flowers, Stargazers, in passing not expecting you would take that information and store it. There was something about the Crimson-pink with dark spots and white edges of the flower that he found beautiful, nearly as beautiful as you. Imagine the look on his face when he saw you bought a whole bouquet, the stems woven into a flower crown for him.

Keegan had never really thought about being a father before you had gotten married. He feared he wouldn't be around to be apart of his child's life. But he doesn't have an option anymore, since his beautiful baby boy, Mason, had been more. It had been three long, yet memorable months for you two, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Keegan has made it his mission to take care of you and your two-month old baby, taking some time off himself. He would sacrifice everything for you two.

König has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra coushin one bit. In fact, he König has always been fond of your weight, even when you weren't. He doesn't mind the extra coushin one bit. In fact, he prefers it, oddly enough. Would lay down his fucking life for you, would kill off anybody if they ever even looked at you funny. Despite his large size, he is extremely gentle. Would give you the entire world if it made you happy. 