#fuck it we'll put this in the main tag

[transgender-scout]

there's no post, i just want to brag about my medic loadout

ok here he is

[sucrows]

Not so casual reminder to once again, not interact with me if you are a minor

Not on anon, not off anon. I don't care if you think you are mature enough to do so. I can't stop you from reading, but *please* do not try and interact with me.

It's something that genuinely makes me feel disgusting. It really kills motivation to write and answer asks.

It's a boundary, respect it.

(regular pinned)

[many-gay-magpies]

you ever have disproportionately large feelings about something that seems comparatively very small and you feel like if you don't articulate them all perfectly youll explode and die

[cogito-dreams]

Yippee I love the love limbus ocs have been getting so far and I've been working on two of my own :3!! If you got any please share I'm absorbing all ocs

YEAHHH i love seeing all the limbus ocs!!! i really love the proj moon and especially limbus company worldbuilding bc theres just so much space to put your characters... so many nests, etc and like. all the mirror worlds/identities makes it really easy to have other versions of your ocs too if you have other aus with them!! its really great and i love seeing how creative people get with it

and EYES EYES EYES YES. I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IF U WOULD BE WILLING TO SHARE UR TWO!!

also this got really long so im putting it under a readmore LOL

i have a bunch at this point!! mainly because i have lots of other ocs and some of them are just really good for porting over to limbus LOL

i really need to draw them all someday but the most fleshed out ones for rn are probably... augh theres so many. shogo, helsing, jekyll, gray, arronax, caulfield,

caulfield is a little more fleshed out w reference to his novel (which is catcher in the rye)! hes not super great at fighting but his weapon is an ax called. ax (i swear thats related to the book) and his base ego is Carousel. long story short hes Full Of Depression.

he used to be a mechanic in a wing somewhere, but left after (insert backstory spoilers here) and was just kind of wandering around for a while before the bus picked him up and that was that!

(i havent drawn any yet so the picrew used can be found here! https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1014150)

meanwhile shogo has a much more fleshed out backstory! his novel is battle royale and hes from the backstreets. looks like this

he tries his best to appear violent and intimidating (and he often is regularly violent or at least pretty quick-tempered) but hes kind of a softie deeper down and is particularly anti-fixer, considering most of them to be assholes who abuse their power and just make everything worse... even though hes pretty much acting like an independent fixer himself by trying to take matters into his own hands. hes also the only one ive drawn but it was for the roseate desire ego he would get so ill skip putting it here for now LMAO

also shogos other egos are fun bc he also exists in my lob corp run (named clay there but since hes limbus here he gets referred to by his callsign LOL) and i based an original abnormality off of him so he gets to have that as one of his egos as well. which ill also design and draw someday

ANYWAY ty for the ask!! i absolutely love love love hearing about limbus ocs and this is an open invitation for absolutely anyone to interact or add their ocs to this etc etc bc i love hearing about all of them

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I skim read Happs for info on the Carnival Area btw. Oh my god it sucks. Tubehell Fucking 2: The Freddening.

What is it with Andrea and pointless deathtraps? Freddy's Fortress would be fucking dope as hell but why is there only one exit/entrance and why can no one see inside Tubehell from the outside? I can understand SOME of it being unseeable but like... You really gonna deny a kid going all the way to the top of the fortress and waving down at their parents three stories down? Really?

And literally why would sanitation be the primary concern of a tube maze that big? Ventilation seems way more fucking important man. Same with I dunno... A backup Happs? A 'person is hurt call in human staff for assistance' protocol? A motion detection failsafe so kids don't get stuck in between mirror walls?

Seriously though for fucks sake... Happs just slices clean through a kid's ankle that's so fucking boring. There's this build up to someone getting hurt and that is honestly the most unsatisfying thing she does almost every time. And it really ruins it when she constantly interrupts to be like "BUT IT GETS WORSE!!!" like... Come on... There's so much wrong with all of this but can she not at least make the payoffs more satisfying cause this is just boring :/ She's so desperate for it to be scary and gorey that it's just so cartoonish, it feels like when you grab someone's hand and whoops! It's a severed one from the discount aisle! Oh it's so scary! Shock horror!

Tubehell really fucking sucks I wish I'd stop going there.

[blulexx]

Probably going to get alot of hate for saying this but I honestly would rather see Maggie and bh interact and be friends then bh being friends with fuse

[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Mutual Masturbation | Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab GN!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: Your boyfriend overhears you joking with your friends that men don't seem invested in pleasing their partners. He's determined to learn exactly how you like to be taken care of.

WC: 2k

Warnings: Unprotected sex (have fun, be safe), mutual masturbation, squirting, breeding kink, use of petnames for reader (baby, pretty), mention of potentially passing out near the end

A'N: Sorry that this took so long, but hopefully we'll be back at it soon here! Enjoy

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It had really just been a stupid conversation between friends, a silly little comment you'd made about how men always seemed to have such a hard time pinpointing what their partners liked, as if they were too concerned with themselves to put in that much effort. You hadn't anticipated Chan overheating it, let alone the confrontation that would come afterwards.

"Do I make you feel good?" He asked one night over take out. You gave him a look, not entirely sure what he was talking about or what had prompted it.

"What? Make me feel good?" You asked, taking a bite of your egg roll. He nodded with a firm, serious look on his face.

"Yeah. I heard you talking when your friends were over. And you said men never learn how to make their partners feel good. Do I make you feel good? Or is there something I should learn?"

He didn't sound angry, but the intensity in his demeanor was enough to tell you that he was being completely serious. You put down your food, turning to face him.

"Channie, if this is about you being insecure or anything, you don't need to. Im very satisfied, don't worry about that," You told him carefully. "it was really just a joke, I was just having a chat with the girls, and Chaer had been complaining about the guy shed been seeing."

Chan shook his head. "No that's not what it is, not exactly. Im not worried, I know I can take care of you. But if I can take care of you better, I wanna know. I wanna take care of you the way you do."

"Okay?" You asked, motioning for him to go on.

"So I want you to teach me." He said.

"Teach you?"

"Teach me how to make you cum. Show me how you like to be fucked."

The words set your entire body on fire, heat searing straight to your core. Your food was forgotten as you tried to wrap your head around the request from your boyfriend.

"You want me to...touch myself for you?" You asked. Chan had never been overly possessive or anything, but he was always determined to make you feel good on his own. And he was certainly good at it, you had never been let down. 

"Will you? If you're comfortable with that."

"Yeah. Yeah I can try."

Which was how you ended up propped against a pile of pillows in your shared room, spread out on the bed while Chan sat in his gaming chair at the end of the bed. It was the hundredth time he'd seen you naked, but something about it felt so much more exposed. You had stripped down, but he was still completely clothed, insistent that this wasn't about him.

"Do I just..."

"Do what you'd normally do. What you do when I'm not around to play with you." He said. You nodded, closing your eyes and trying not to be hyper aware of the eyes on you.

You started slow, your fingertips running up your stomach, over the curve of your chest and back down again, dragging your dull nails over your skin and humming at the feeling. It was nice, just giving yourself the attention. You brought one hand up, letting it dance along your collarbone, over the sensitive spots on your neck while the other flicked and toyed with your nipple. You whined lowly, basking in the light shocks sent through you at the soft tugs.

You could hear Chan, hear the way that his breath caught when you made any sort of noise, and you imagined that he was making mental notes of every spot that earned the tiniest squirms or hums of approval. He was reading you like a book, memorizing your body like it was the most important thing he'd ever learned.

The hand not occupied with your nipples slid down, teasing over your waist, along your hip. Working closer and closer to the heat between your legs that was begging for your attention. But it never strayed that far, following the path over your thighs, scratching at the sensitive skin there and making you purr.

"So pretty," Chan mumbled, and you weren't sure if you were meant to hear. You probably wouldn't have if it wasn't for the fact that your ears were already straining for signs of his presence. You moaned quietly in return, letting your legs spread open and teasing your hand higher, tracing the seam where your thigh met your crotch, brushing ever so lightly against your lower lips. You huffed out a quiet breath at your own teasing. But you knew you had to work yourself up first or you'd be chasing an orgasm that wasn't interested in being caught.

Finally you let your fingers dip through the pool of arousal you'd worked up. You arched a little from the bed, a hiss of relief coming from your lips at finally getting some friction. You spread the wetness up to your clit, brushing against the bundle of nerves just a little before slipping your fingers lower again to gather more of it. You repeated the process until the movement was smooth, easy, and you were battling the urge to give in too quickly.

So you did, rubbing tight circles around your clit, a pretty sigh coming from your lips as you chased the feeling of your fingers, strumming the nerves just right. You heard the chair as Chan shifted, a stifled groan that you just knew it was because of him biting down on his lip.

You slid your other hand down, sliding a finger into your desperately empty hole and then another quickly after, unsatisfied with your own touch after giving in to Chan's so often. Once you were pushed even further into desperation by one finger, you added a second, scissoring yourself open for him and trying to push them even deeper. His fingers filled you up better, they could reach spots yours couldn't. You whined loud and very much not content with your situation.

"Channie, please. Can't do it myself." You pouted, opening your eyes to look at him. The sight in front of you was breathtaking, Chan sitting back with his shirt hiked up to show off the solid muscle of his stomach, and his pants pushed down just low enough for him to have pulled his cock out. His hand was wrapped firmly around the base and he was rock hard, the tip of his dick was a pretty, dark shade of pink and leaking precum that trailed down along the heavy vein that ran up his length. Your hips rocked upwards into your hand, wanting him inside of you so badly that it was downright painful. "Can't make myself cum. Please, need you to do it. Want it so bad."

He groaned, biting down on his lip in an attempt to keep his focus from faltering as he watched you fingering yourself. Your hand against your clit had stalled, just putting pressure on the nub as your hips rolled against your fingers. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, baby. Can't help, need to see how you do it. Gotta get it right." He said, brows furrowed in either concentration or pleasure, and you didn't try to figure out which it was because he was jerking himself off now, slow and steady in hard strokes. You needed to be the one wrapped around him, you needed to feel him fuck you just like that.

"Channie, I can't. Can't make myself cum as good as you can. Needs to be you, baby please. Please, it hurts. Just want you to fuck me, don't wanna try anymore. Need it to be you." You were on the verge of tears now, desperate and so worked up that you thought you might actually explode. You just needed him to take care of you. Besides, if he wanted to know what made you feel best, he'd have to be fucking you anyways. Nothing new that you could teach him.

You heard a stuttered moan, and he was squeezing the base of his cock so hard that you could only imagine it hurt.

"Can't say things like that, pretty." He muttered, already getting up and shedding his clothes like they burned him. "Beg so pretty for me, gotta take care of my baby. You tried so hard, didn't you? Just couldn't do it."

He climbed onto the bed and knocked your hand away from your dripping pussy. You quickly obliged, letting him take over. Two of his fingers dipped easily into your warmth, curling and twisting and making you moan his name so loud that you were sure to have a noise complaint in the morning. He hummed appreciatively.

"Feel better, baby? Giving you what you need?" He asked, and you shook your head, gripping at his wrist.

"Want your cock. Please, want you to fuck me. Fill me up." You said, giving him the most persuasive eyes that you could manage. He sighed out, eyes closing for a second and you could see them roll back under his eyelids, trying to keep himself in check. He always had the philosophy that you would cum at least once before he did, always the gentleman even when he was fucking you dumb. You were determined, it seemed, to test him on that today.

"So needy. Just for me. My greedy baby. Always need me to dick you down. Want me to breed you too, you always do." He was practically talking to himself as he lined himself up and slid into you. You whimpered, pure relief shocking through your body. You nodded, hands grabbing at his waist, tugging him closer and forcing his cock impossibly deep.

"Yeah, need your cock." You agreed quickly, already rocking up to meet his hips. Any coherent thought you'd had the entire time was gone now, just chasing the sweet feeling of his hips clashing against yours in hard, hurried thrusts as both of you lost your self control.

"Look how fucking perfectly you take it." His hands pushing your thighs up to your chest, exposing the way your pussy sucked him in for him to admire. "Gonna fill you up so good. Stuff you full of cum just the way you like it. My pretty baby. Come on, cum on my dick. I know you want it, been so good. Playing with yourself for Channie. So fucking-"

His words cut off abruptly as your walls clamped down around him hard enough to have his pace slowing. Your surprised cry hurt your throat as you came, juices gushing around him and wetting the bed underneath you. He didn't last a second longer, spilling inside of you and flicking at your clit to push you through the last few spasms of pleasure that rocked you.

"Can't believe it," He breathed out, hands moving to caress your quivering thighs. "You squirted. God, you're so perfect, didn't even know you could do that."

You giggled, body feeling warm and heavy and only grounded by the feeling of Chan touching you ever so gently. You blinked a few times, looking up at him and revelling in the look of pure amazement and adoration on his face.

"Didn't know I could do that either." You said. You watched him for a moment longer, the way he touched you like you were the most beautiful thing to ever grace his presence, and then he stopped.

"Gotta do it again, baby. Gotta learn how to make you do it every time. Gotta practice."

You whined at the thought, knowing how your boyfriend got when he set his mind to something. He was going to keep you up all night at this rate, and you'd be lucky if you didn't pass out by morning.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook/platonic!OT7

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 [Part 3: Glow]

And suddenly, the thing you feared most becomes the only thing you can seem to trust.

Main tags/Warnings: Werewolf!Jungkook, Werewolf!Bangtan, strangers/enemies to lovers, romantic Jungkook x reader, Platonic bangtan x reader, eventual smut, mentions of past emotional/psychological manipulation, hurt and comfort, fluff!, some angst, actually a bit more than just some, but we're getting spicy

Length: 2.5k words

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None of it makes sense. Or at least, you refuse to let it make any sense.

Suddenly, the medications in your drawer look more like poison to you, as you anxiously unlock your phone to search up the name of it online. But the moment you do, you accidentally accept Jungkook's call- who's unaware of the panic you're in right now. "I was wondering where you were. You're not ghosting me right now, are you?" He laughs, jokes, but you can't really see any fun in it right now.

"I'll- Jungkook can I call you back later?" You say, trying to sound normal- but you don't, because Jungkook's now serious tone gives away the fact that he knows something's up.

"Everything okay?" He worries. "You sound upset." The alpha wolf states, and you sigh, running a hand over our face.

"Yeah- yeah!" You force out. "I'm good, just, a little sick. That's all." You stutter out, staring at the now opened letters from your mother and the final notice you got today.

"I'm sorry but I'm not buying that at all." He sighs on the other end of the line. "Do you need anything? Even just some company?" He asks, offers, and you're not sure about that. "I can just stay on the phone, too. Don't have to come over or anything-" He rambles, when you swallow thickly, cutting him off.

"Do.." You start, before you summon all of your strength to speak it out loud. "…Do you know a medication called Amatropin O-plus?" You ask, and he's quiet for a moment, before he answers you.

"I know of Amatropin A-plus. It's.. a prescription medication used to control instincts in prime-Alphas." He explains, and you put your phone down at that, putting your face into your hands. "Why are you asking?" He presses, saying your name after to gain your attention back.

"What the fuck.." You breathe out. "I'm gonna lose my job- my whole life-" You rant, deadline for your IC-evaluation test staring back at you, before you grab your phone. "How do I get out of an IC test." You demand to know, voice quivering.

"What are you talking about?" Jungkook asks. "An IC-evaluation is mandatory, you can't just get out of one. But why are you even-" He suddenly stops. "…I knew it." He suddenly says.

"Knew what?" You bark. "Knew what?! Has everyone been lying to me now?" You break, as Jungkook's voice is heard again.

"Can you let me in?" He asks, and you're not sure what he's talking about- when a knock is heard on your door. and as you open is, he's right there, ending the call before he slips his phone back into his pant pocket. And you're not sure why exactly you do it- probably some weird wolf-shit that you just don't understand yet, but you just open the door fully, and let him hug you for a good little while.

"What do I do now.." You whine, while he closes the door behind you, and wraps both of his arms back around you.

"We'll figure it out." He reassures. "Can you show me the notice?" He asks, and you part from him and sniffle, collecting yourself a little to walk him into your bedroom, where the floor is littered with ripped open envelopes, handwritten letters, and lastly- the notice, right next to your opened box of medication. You sit down in the mess, and he himself takes his place right next to you, taking the official notice for himself to read over it. "It's a final notice. Where are the other two?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Probably having been sent to my mother." You say, defeated. "God my whole life is over." You complain, face in your hands.

Jungkook doesn't want to pry, but as he reads some parts of the handwritten letters, he begins to put one and one together. It's not unusual- especially with omegas, situations like this happen more often than not, really. Parents hiding their daughters and sons either out of shame or fear- and in this situation in particular, he doesn't know which one it might be.

Some parents are ashamed due to the stigma russounding omegas. Others are afraid because of how they're treated, and how often they're the victims of crimes.

"She knew. She.. must've known that they'd send me this, right?" You ask, and Jungkook shrugs, trying to contain his own instincts right now. You've probably not taken your medication since yesterday now, because your smell is now a lot more present than he's used to.

"Absolutely." He agrees. "She probably didn't react to them either, which is why they searched for your personal address now for the final notice." Jungkook explains. "You can explain to them what your situation is though. I'm sure they can offer you more time to prepare."

"But I've been technically living alone in the city illegally, right?" You worry. "I've been working illegally- oh god what if I go to prison.." You whine, and he runs a hand over your back in comfort.

"You didn't know." He tells you softly. "I'll help you with things, okay?" He offers, and you nod, trying hard to calm down now. "And I'm sure you have a place with Namjoon and the pack too, if they really deem your score turns out too low to stay here." The wolf comforts.

"She's not even my actual mother." You mumble quietly, staring at the letters with an empty gaze. "She knew all along what I was, but she didn't want me like that. She just.. kept me because she promised my dad to take care of me."

Jungkook feels for you. Omegas aren't seen very fondly, especially not by humans- simply brushed off as sex-hungry beasts who can't even take care of themselves properly without a pack or alpha around or a dick inside them. Which is entirely untrue- but years of written fantasy novels and the misuse of them in online erotica and porn in general has given them a stigma they can't shed. Just like alphas are said to be violent creatures with no sense of control, Omegas are just filled with lust and nothing else.

He's upset at that. You don't deserve to be forced into a situation like this- no one does.

"But that's the past now." He tells you. "I very much want you just the way you are. And I promise you, the rest of the pack won't mind you either." He explains, and you nod.

"Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply, before you lean into him, clinging onto his warm body. "Thank you." You mumble, and he can't help but smile.

"No problem."

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"Not surprised." Yoongi says as he finishes his food. "She might've been able to fool other humans, but not other wolves." He says, while Jimin sighs.

"Poor thing." He sympathizes with you. "I remember my mom went through the same thing. She was so glad when I turned out to be a Beta." He remembers, and Jungkook nods.

"I'm going to try and push the evaluation date back as much as I can today." Jungkook explains. "There's no way she can just be evaluated in two weeks, when she's never even had enough time to prepare. It wouldn't be fair at all.." The alpha wolf complains.

"It's never unfair to them in any case." Namjoon worries to himself. "I still can't believe that they're still seen as something to be ashamed of. I mean, that's her mother we're talking about." He shakes his head. He doesn't know the full situation yet, and Jungkook also doesn't want to involve them too much until you yourself want to.

"I'm more concerned about her safety." Yoongi argues. "Is she taking her suppressants?" He asks Jungkook, who shakes his head.

"She's scared of them now. Refuses them." He explains.

"So you left her?" The alpha growls. "You left an omega alone, who's never even experienced her own Instincts without any control before, and is under added pressure of her entire life basically falling apart?" He scolds angrily, causing Jungkook to shrink in on himself.

Yoongi can be quite intimidating.

"Yoongi has a point." Namjoon offers a lot more kindly. "I'd suggest you either stay with her, or even better bring her here so she's in a safer environment while she adapts to things." He suggests.

"I can ask her if she wants that." Jungkook nods, before he gets up. "If not, I'll stay with her instead." He mostly tells himself, leaving the packhouse.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Hoseok wonders. "I mean.. we all noticed it.. right? Will he be okay alone with her?" He asks, and everyone grows a bit more quiet.

Because you're not just any kind of omega.

And everyone worries about the added challenges you might face because of that.

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"Maybe you should ask about a lower dosage before you just quit them like that-" Jungkook tries, watching you struggle with your clear headache next to him on the couch.

You shake it softly. "No, I don't have time for that." You deny. "I've got too much.. paperwork to fill out and all.." You complain, raising your head to look at all the unopened and opened letters on the table, stacks of paperwork ready to be read and filled out with your personal info as soon as you want to.

Or can, in your case.

"You do have time." He gently argues. "Half a year, remember? Six months to prepare, and these documents don't need to be signed for another three weeks." He attempts to explain to you. "Please think about your health first. Quitting medication you've been on for years just like that isn't a good idea." The alpha urges, and you sigh.

"I don't want them." You argue however. He knows it just has to be overwhelming- if not just mentally, then physically as well. Your body is entirely confused and out of balance now that the usual hormones and other ingredients of your medication aren't present any longer. And yet, you refuse to see anyone for it, and he doesn't know why

Is it shame? Embarrassment? And if so, what does that say about what you think of him?

But he swallows that down, or at least tries to, when you furrow your brows in confusion, suddenly looking around, before your eyes find him. He looks at you in question, when you stare into your kitchen in alarm, getting up to check- but on your way, you already stop, because no, that smell is not coming from there at all.

One look back just offers you Jungkook sitting still on your couch, confused as ever.

"I.. you.. smell that too, right?" You ask, and his golden eyes are unsure.

"I don't really know what you mean." He asks. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Something.. burning. I don't know. It smells like.. I'm not sure, like plastic burning almost." You cringe, and at that, his face softens.

"I'm sorry. That's.. probably me." He chuckles a bit as you walk back towards him to sit down once more. "Your senses are probably.. I guess returning as they're supposed to be." He offers.

"But- my meds are only for instincts-" You start, when he shakes his head.

"No, they're used to prevent sensory overload." He explains. "That's a bit different. It's to basically shut down all the things that make us.. well, different. Our instincts get shut up, our senses become dull, and in turn, our own scents and stuff become almost unnoticeable too because our bodies dont produce the same hormones and stuff." He shrugs. "Which is why I'm trying to tell you you shouldn't just cut them off like that. It'll be incredibly hard to go through that." Jungkook offers.

You feel horrible for him.

For years you believed all the stories told, never actually thinking about what he or any of his kind must be going through. He probably deals with all of this daily but knows how to handle it- and from what you read online, his instincts are even stronger than most.

Which is another thing you want to know more about.

"Jungkook.. what does 'prime' mean?" You ask. "It's.. like, it's in front of your sub-gender, and on the evaluation invite it said the same for mine." You wonder with a good amount of worry.

"That's something for another time." He offers, while you wince from the pain in your head as you move it too quickly to follow him with your gaze as he walks towards the kitchen. "For now, lets settle with some simple human meds for your headache, and then we'll visit a specialist, okay?" He questions, squatting down where you sit on the couch with a glass of water and some regular headache pills.

"...you don't have to go everywhere with me, you know." You mumble, reluctantly taking the items from him- mostly because your headache is getting unbearable at this point.

"I can ask someone else from the pack then- but you shouldn't be out in this state by yourself." He sighs, before he takes his place sitting next to you again.

"Why not?" You whine, after taking the pills and eagerly chugging the cold water down. Somehow, you feel thirsty.

"Because.. You're pretty much a walking target right now." He sighs. "Wolves might not be what they always say but they're still.. some have the potential to be dangerous, let's just say it like that." He offers. "Your scent alone.. is like a drug to alphas especially." He says.

You watch him for a moment.

"Even for you?" You ask, and he shrugs- and only now do you notice the sweat on his hairline.

"Even for me." He nods, before he smiles. "But I've got good self control, so no need to worry." He tries to joke- but you don't find it funny at all.

"I'm sorry." You shake your head, staring into the kitchen where the medications lay. "I.. didn't think about how this could affect you at all.." you apologize, but he just shrugs it off. "No- it's not fair on you at all. You're being nothing but nice to me and I'm acting like a child basically.."

"Your whole life got turned around. I don't blame you for anything." He just shakes it off, and it doesn't make the weight on your soul feel any lighter.

"Jungkook.." you ask quietly, and he leans a bit closer to hear you better. "Can we... still be friends now? Even though I'm.. an omega and all?" You worry.

And Jungkook just laughs.

"Of course we can."

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[the-avs]

Promo~?

As the camera flickers to life, thanks to some fiddling by a man in a blue suit, you were able to see four individuals. The TV-faced man sat back down, sighing and breathing heavily, as though he had just performed serious labor. On the far left, just beside the TV-headed man, was another man with red hair and deer ears, and a sinister smile painting his lips as he sipped on what looked like black coffee. On the other side of the TV man, there was another man smoking a cigar with pink fumes swirling around the room, and wearing a large red coat with striped neck fluff. And finally, on the far right, there was the only girl in the room, a young lady with red, white, and black swirled hair, scrolling on her phone with a bored expression. She appears the most trendy of them all in terms of her clothing.

"Phew..." the TV man panted, turning to face the deer-eared man beside him. "Fuck, Alastor, why did you insist on this camera?" he demanded between breaths, the deer man simply lowering his mug from his lips and setting it down onto a coaster on the table.

"Ah, tsk, tsk, darling. You simply don't know the difference between class and 'trendy'. Rest assured, an older camera will do us just fine," the man assured. He then tilted his head, his smile never dropping, although he looked confused. "So I suppose it's on then, yes?"

"The fuck- Of course it's on! We're rolling! Fuck, let's just go down the line. Vel, you first, because I can't breathe," the TV man insisted, drawing out a groan from the girl. She didn't put her phone down, but she did spare you a look, looking at you with a bored expression.

"Fine. Name's Velvette, youngest overlord and ruler of social media 'n shit. Yadda yadda, you get the gist, don't be a dick, don't be a fashion disaster, and we'll get along fine," she listed as though it was nothing before quickly returning her gaze back to her phone.

The man beside the young woman gave a sinister smirk, a sickening look of lust painting his already creepy face. "Heya, sweet cheeks. Name's Valentino, owner of the Pride Ring's porn industry. Need a guy, a girl, something in between? I got you. I also accept 'sir' or 'daddy'~." Creep. Luckily, the attention is quickly taken off of him when the TV-headed man feigns a cough to get your attention.

"Ignore him, ignore him," he tried to laugh it off and be nonchalant. Valentino was still creepy, though. "I'm Vox, of course, the CEO and main engineer of VoxTek and numerous other products you may have heard of, including Voot Floops, VVs, the sound system Valkyrie, and of course, the Vogitek music app, not to mention VoxTube and the like. Pleased to make your acquaintance~" he said in a charmingly fake, yet professional tone, clearly attempting to maintain the appearance of the group's leader.

"Vox, darling, this isn't an advertisement," the man beside Vox said with a chuckle, a Cheshire grin spreading on his face. "Greetings, you wayward sinners! I'm certain most of you already know of me, but for formalities and politeness sake, I'll introduce myself. You may know me as the Radio Demon, my name is Alastor, darling! A pleasure to meet you, certainly, quite a pleasure! Now then, you see, we on the AVs have been rather bored as of late, and we'd like to socialize with those around us, so... would you be so kind as to give us a promo, dear~?"

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[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 16) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

As the colder months drew closer, there were a few more faces kicking around the restaurant, Henry apparently on a recruiting spree for seasonal workers so that Christmas wasn't too harsh on the longer term employees. Not that you minded working Christmas if you had to, but the thought your boss put into such things was always appreciated.

Several of you were standing behind the prize counter, running through the ticket procedures and prize counts for the newbies, watching them nod and smile with it being abundantly clear that they had not taken in a single word of your explanation. However forgiving a boss you had, you knew that William would not tolerate laziness and even Henry and his big heart had it's limits. You did feel slightly sorry for them if they met the more abrasive side of your boyfriend however, not that it would be anything but their fault.

Through the noise, you heard your name being called, snapping your head up and giving a polite smile in that direction, the smile widening as you spotted a familiar looking little blonde girl clutching a Spring-Bonnie plushie. Excusing yourself quickly from behind the counter and leaving the new staff in the capable hands of your co-workers to go and say hello.

"Hey Vanessa! How are you doing today?" You asked, crouching on her level and watching her face light up as you remembered her. A gap-toothed smile making your heart melt as she giggled.

"I'm good! Daddy's working so he told me to go play." She said, twisting her body slightly back and forth like she was trying to expel the excess energy. "I know you're working too, I just wanted to say hello!"

"Well aren't you cute? Listen, Vanessa, can I ask you to do a really big girl favour for me?" You asked, watching the little girl's chest puff up in pride at being asked to do such an important task by an adult. You reached into your pockets and pulled out a few dollars that you'd been planning on using for a few cups of soda, but decided giving William's little girl some entertainment was far more worth it. "I want you to take these, and have as much fun as you can with them. Maybe you can win your daddy a prize?" You suggested, watching Vanessa's eyes go wide as she gingerly took the dollar bills, reaching into the pockets of her little purple overalls and pulling out a matching coloured purse, placing them inside with a super big smile. Throwing her arms around your neck in a hug as she practically vibrated with excitement.

"I will! Me and Charlie are going to have so much fun! We'll come show you our prizes afterwards!" Bounding off before you could really process the tiny child around your neck, smiling broadly and standing back up. Feeling eyes on you and spotting Stacey standing a little way back, eyebrow raised.

"You know that's Afton's kid right?" She asked, making you think for a second before nodding slowly. Stacey grinned and came up to you, poking you in the side teasingly, making you swat her hand away as she dug into your ribs slightly. "What, do you have a crush on him or something? Sucking up to his kid like that." Your cheeks turned red at the suggestion, though not quite for the reasons that Stacey seemed to have in mind as she made a shocked gasp.

"I know. But she's our boss' kid and I would rather spend a few dollars to get in his good books. I think she's playing with Henry's kid by the sounds of it."

"You totally have a crush on Afton." Stacey teased, totally missing the response you'd given her, making you roll your eyes as you attempted to walk away from the relentless teasing.

"And? If I did, what exactly are you going to do with that info Stace?" You asked, shaking your head slightly as you headed towards the main area as the next showtime started, watching out for screaming kids as they ran towards the stage to see Freddy, Bonnie and Chica perform.

"Still going to be fun to tease you about it! Even if it's our dirty little secret."

Swatting her away annoyedly, you began to pace the pizzeria, running dishes if they were ready to go from the kitchen and soon getting caught back up in the flow of work. Almost forgetting about Vanessa and Charlie until the lunch rush died down and only a few families remained, also finishing up to go back home or whatever they did when they left Freddy's for the day. You were sure your confetti blouse had pizza sauce and/or some soda spilt down it from kids running about, but your hair stuck to your forehead slightly as you finished running some of the last dishes back to the kitchen. Glad to have a moment's reprive.

Until a little body tackled your legs and almost forced them out from under you with a grunt. Looking down to see what was happening and spotting the top of Vanessa's head, looking up at you with that gap-toothed grin as she hugged your legs before stepping back and gesturing to a dark, curled girl hiding a little ways behind her.

"We're back! Me and Charlie got so many prizes!!" Her sweet enthusiasm making you melt slightly as you looked over the collection they both seemed so proud of. With how bubbly Vanessa was, and how Charlie quietly stood to one side and avoided your eyes, you would have assumed that their fathers were swapped. Not quite understanding how William produced such an extroverted child, but adoring the small girl all the same. "Can you help us pick out which ones our daddy's would like?" Tugging at your sleeve until you nodded in agreement.

Sifting through all the trinkets and toys, you made a selection for Henry and William. Charlie seemed quite pleased with your choice, giving a softly spoken 'thank you' as you picked out the matching Freddy's bracelets for her and him. Vanessa also seemed to vibrate with excitement when you picked out a small bag of candy for William, hoping he had a sweet tooth as the two girls held hands and ran off with all their prizes. Giggling wildly and making you shake your head at how cute they were.

'I wonder if William ever wants more kids one day.'

Cleaning up didn't seem so bad after the interaction with the two little girls, humming quietly to yourself as you worked on making the dining area spotless for the next load of guests. Taking pride in the place in a different light now you knew how much passion was laid behind it, you hoped that you could stay at Freddy's for a long time. Part of the Fazbear Family in more ways than one.

Henry and William emerged from the back after a while, which of course drew the attention of all the staff since they were always curious about the bosses walking the floors. Henry was in another colourful abomination of a suit, whilst William was covered up in mechanics overalls, clearly having been in the parts and services room and tinkering away on some project for a majority of the morning. Each one with a small child on their arm, making you smile as you realised that they were going to have lunch in the dining room with their kids rather than hide away in the back office. Although you felt a small pang that your homemade lunch was going to go to waste that day.

Charlie and Vanessa waved to you as they went past, and you waved back brightly to them, making them both giggle excitedly and both of the men smile at seeing their daughters happy. Henry bending down to pick up Charlie and carrying her over to a booth whilst William simply held Vanessa's hand, keeping her close as he slid in opposite his business partner. Chatting away idly to him about something quietly whilst the girls grabbed Freddy's colouring sheets and some crayons, doodling away quite happily whilst their dads talked.

It was a super cute sight to see, and you noticed a lot of the older staff looking happy at the sight as well, whilst the newer staff just looked mildly confused at the development.

Heading on over after nobody moved for a second, you smiled at the men who both smiled back. Charlie giving you a shy smile and Vanessa practically bouncing in her seat as she recognised you. "Hi miss! Hi miss!" You laughed as she greeted you, hearing a chuckle from Henry and seeing William's cheeks colouring slightly beneath his stubble. Planting his hand on his daughter's shoulder in an attempt to get her to sit down properly in her seat. You could tell she was a menace of a child if they ever went out to eat somewhere. Deciding to see about making Charlie giggle perhaps, since she seemed to be the shyer of the two.

"Welcome to Freddy's folks! Have you been here before?" You chirped in your customer service voice, making the two children giggle wildly as Henry looked like he'd blue-screened for a moment and William raised a thick eyebrow, looking at you over his glasses with humour in his eyes.

"Yep! We're friends of Freddy and Bonnie and Chica and Foxy and Fredbear, and Spring-Bonnie!" Vanessa piped up, making you dramatically place a hand over your heart and widening your eyes and expression into dramatic shock. The little girls giggling at the sight and making you fight not to smile with them.

"You're friends with them?! Well now, I'm friends with them too! I'm surprised we've never met." Exagerating your expressions slightly to send the girls into giggles as Henry recovered from his mild crisis and William leaned back in the booth, the corner of his mouth twitching and fighting a smile just like you were.

"We're far more private friends with them." William joined in, his gravelly voice laced with amusement as he met your eyes briefly, winking at you and making your cheeks flush slightly.

"Private friends hey? Well here at Freddy's, we believe everybody can be friends!" Vanessa and Charlie giggling as they looked over the menus sat infront of their dads before looking up at you with a sense of awe.

"Can I have a mini pepperoni with mushrooms?" Vanessa asked politety, looking at her dad before continuing "And a cola?"

"No cola, Vanessa. She can have juice." William interjected, making his daughter pout cutely at him as the already hyperactive child was denied her sugar rush.

"Please may I have just a cheese pizza?" Charlie asked in her soft voice. You nodded and wrote down the order on your mini-pad from your pocket, watching Henry smile and ruffle Charlie's hair affectionately before he finally turned to you properly.

"She can have a juice too, and what do you say Will, you want to split a pepperoni?" Smiling brightly as William finally allowed his lips to curl up at the edge and smile slightly, glancing back at Henry and then at you once more.

"Sure thing. And two sodas, might as well have the full Freddy's experience." He joked, making you laugh as you wrote it down and put the pad away, clearing the menus from the table temporarily and quickly looking over the kids doodles.

"Alright! I'll get that into the kitchen for you." Smiling brightly as you headed away, hearing the girls excitedly chatting about how you asked if it was their first time at Freddy's. The low murmur of voices soothing any nerves you had about doing something like that as you ripped off the order and pushed it through to the kitchen, the chefs nodding and getting to making it whilst you handed the drinks off to another one of the front of house.

Grabbing yourself a fountain drink and reminding yourself to pay it into the till later, you sipped at it as you glanced across the restaurant before heading back to the employee breakroom to go eat your own lunch. Spotting Garrett in there and animatedly talking to some of the new hires.

"So anyway, Wiffle Bat Willy can be a bit of a hardass." He said, clearly in the middle of a debrief or telling a story as you padded over to the fridge, grabbing the bag with your name on it as you could almost hear the confusion in one of the young men's voices.

"Wait, why's he called 'Wiffle Bat Willy'?"

"Because he clocked a kid in the head with a wiffle ball." Garrett explained and rolled his eyes like it was obvious. Shit-eating grin on his face as he spread your boss' nickname to the newbies, and you somehow knew that this would be a running joke for generations of staff to come.

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Tag You're It

Billy loomis x Stu macher x Black!fem reader

Summary: You're new to Woodsboro but Billy and Stu take a liking in to you, they would do anything to have you even if it means killing anyone that's get to close of around you.

Y/n was new to Woodsboro since her parents got a new job here, but she later on got to her new school and made quite alot of friends when she moved here, Y/n first met Tatum in history class and that's when they become fast friends and she later on became friends with Sidney.

Y/n loved Tatum and Sidney they were like sisters Y/n never had. Y/n joined cheerleading and she became very well known and popular in school that she caught the attention of most of the boys in school, especially Billy Loomis and Stu Macher they both had girlfriends but they would easily kill them just to get close and have Y/n all to themselves.

Y/n first met Stu and Billy on her first day here, Y/n first met them in history class one thing Y/n could say they were very attractive but they both are dating her bestfriends Sidney and Tatum, so Y/n really never thought too much about them dating her best friends.

Billy and Stu were obsessed with her, when Y/n would get home from school and take a shower they would secretly look through her window and watch her get naked and stare at her body.

"She is so fucking hot." Stu said awestruck staring at Y/n's body.

Billy didn't respond back he was to focused on Y/n's boobs and ass to even form a sentence back at Stu.

"We need a plan to get Y/n, to be ours even if it means killing anyone, we'll scare her just a bit but we won't kill her she's to precious to be hurt. She's special." Billy said as he licks his lips watching Y/n walk away and getting inside her bathroom.

As Y/n takes a nice shower. She was kinda paranoid because there was killing spree, she was dating this one guy from the football team, but he was killed by the Ghostface killer. Y/n stopped going to Cheer practice and stopped going to Sidney and Tatum's house. Those letters were getting a bit creepy she got a letter with blood on it. Y/N was so freaked out she told her parents about it that told the police. Y/n was so freaked out by Ghostface she let Billy and Stu walk her home every single day. Billy was very skeptical about Billy, since he was arrested for being Ghostface but is a false alarm and he was actually innocent so Y/n didn't really think too much about it and just let it go. Y/n really liked Stu he made her laugh and made her feel less paranoid about the murders that's going on.

Y/n got out the shower and saw her window was unlocked, so she closed it back up. "I remember I close this window?" Y/n said questions. Y/n dried her body and took of the towel leaving her bare. She moisturized her body and put on a matching blue lacy panties and a blue bra. She put on a white crop top and some black sweatpnats

Y/n made it downstairs and turned the TV on, ber parents were at work and they would come back next morning. Y/n was getting very paranoid but she just thought it was her paranoia getting the best of her.

Y/n heard the phone rang so she picked it up. "Hello?" Y/n responded, all she could hear was breathing which freaked her out.

"Listen, who the fuck is this I don't have time for this." Y/n said growing irritated.

"Whats your favorite scary movie?" The voice responds, even though Y/n was irritated she couldn't lie the voice was very sexy that it turned her on.

"Can I tell you that I don't have a favorite scary movie." Y/n said as she rolls her eyes.

"Oh, Cmon everyone has a favorite scary movie, why don't you have a favorite scary movie?" The voice says questioning Y/n.

"I just don't find them scary, like the main character is a dumb basic blonde blue eyes chick who doesn't know any better and dies."Y/n said explaining why she doesn't have a favorite scary movie.

"Thats a bummer I really liked you and the way you look so sexy tonight in that white crop top." The voice said making Y/n's heart stop.

"What did you say?" Y/n said as her heart starts beating as she takes a little sneak peak at the window looking around closing the curtains quickly.

"I didn't say anything? Let's continue talking." The raspy voice said but Y/n was to scared to continue.

"Yeah I don't think so you fucking pervert." Y/n shouts over the phone as she was about to hang up the voice starts shouting.

"You hang up, I'll gut you just like I did to your boyfriend, you don't want your guts to be spread on your parents doorstep, do you?" The voice taunts Y/n, Y/n was so scared tears started to from in your eyes.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" Y/n shouts over the phone getting scared.

"Good girl, let's play a game, you like games do you?" The voice says over the phone.

"Yeah, whatever just tell me what game we're playing." Y/n said as she grows impatient, angry, and scared.

"Let's play Simon says." The voice says.

"Simon says... touch your knees." The voice says Y/n could tell he was smiling over the phone, this... sick fuck.

Y/n bends over touching her knees, even though Y/n couldn't see The killer doesn't mean he couldn't see her, As Y/n was bending down, Billy couldn't help but stare at her ass.

"How long is this gonna last?" Y/n says irritated.

"Until I say so, sweetheart." The voice chuckles, even though Y/n was fucking mad she couldn't get over how sexy his voice was.

"Simon says take off your crop top." The voice says over the phone. Y/n has never been this scared in her life.

Y/n does what he says and slowly takes off her crop leaving her in her blue lacy bra, Billy has a boner just by you wearing a bra, he really wanted to see what your tits look like without the bra.

"Simon says take off your bra." Billy says as Stu opens the window for Billy to get in. As Billy made it into Y/n's room he felt like he was in heaven. Billy gives Stu a confused look as he sees Stu opening Y/n's underwear drawer.

"What are you doing?" Billy whispers growing irritated as Stu smiles to himself.

"Chill out dude I'm just taking a little souvenir." Stu said in surrender taking a pair of Y/n's underwear as he shoves it in his pockets under his black robe of the Ghostface costume.

Y/n takes of her bra leaving her bare, Y/n felt the cool air on her tits.

"Simon says take of your sweatpants and underwear." Billy says as him and Stu makes it downstairs innthe living room quietly, thank God Y/n could see them since she was facing the window, giving time for Stu hide in the kitchen.

"Simon Says turn around." Billy says, Y/n heart stopped as the voice felt like it was right behind her, Y/n turn around seeing Ghostface right in front of her.

Y/n punches Ghostface in the face, giving Y/n enough time to run, Y/n runs to the kitchen to see another Ghostface right in front of her. "Surprise, Y/n." Ghostface says but Y/n felt like she heard that voice before.

Stue takes off the Ghostface mask making Y/n shock, Y/n wanted to cry but beat the shot out of them since they were the killers that killers her boyfriend and Casey and probably others.

"Oh, you should've seen you're it was priceless, but God your body is perfect." Stu said whispering in Y/n's ear giving her chills down her spine.

"You're such a fucking slut, Y/n taking off your clothes for us." Billy said coming closer to Y/n behind whispering in her ear.

"What the fuck are you sick fuck gonna do, kill me?" Y/n says.

"No, you're to precious for us to kill." Stu said cupping Y/n's face kissing her out of nowhere, as Billy smiles watching Stu kisses Y/n.

Y/n wanted to stop but she couldn't stop kissing him it was to good, Billy starts kissing Y/n's neck making her moan.

"Do you want to take this upstairs?" Billy whispers in Y/n's ear.

Theres a part of Y/n that wants to say 'no' and called the police but she didn't want to stop, she felt so fucking guilty

"Yeah." Y/n moans out which turn Billy and Stu on, the just couldn't keep their hands off of you.

Stu carries Y/n bridal style as he made it uo the stairs as Billy follows behind them

As they made it to Y/n's room Stu places Y/n on her bed, Stu stands infront of the bed unbuckling his belt leaving him bare, and that could y/n say it was... big.

Stu gets in bed with Y/n as he inserts himself in Y/n making her moan wrapping her legs around his waist as stu grunts as his thrusts were fast. Billy watches as he felts his dark getting hard. "Cmon... Billy I want you to join." Y/n says through moans as Stue thrusts her getting harder and harder.

"Flip her over stu, head hanging off of the bed." Billy instructs as he walks over to the bed as he unbuckles his pants.

Stu flips Y/n over where her head was hanging off of the bed as Billy stands right infront of her as stu pounds into her.

"Open wide, sweetheart." Bilky says as he shoves hisndick down Y/n's throat almost making her gag, Y/n sucks Billy off as Billy groans as he places his hand on Y/n's head making her go lower. Y/n felt so worn out.

"I'm almost about to cum." Billy said.

"Me too." Stu says as he pounds into Y/n.

Billy and Stu both groaned as they both came at the same time, Y/n moans as she came making her pant.

Billy lightly grabs Y/n chin kissing her making Y/n moans in the kiss.

"We should do this more often." Stu smiles as he puts his pants on.

"We should." Billy says still making out with Y/n.

"That was amazing." Y/n smiles looking back at Billy and Stu.

"Well we gotta go, princess we'll finish this nextime." Stue says as he kisses Y/n on the cheek.

"Maybe, next week we'll play Tag You're it." Billy says putting his pants on buckling is pants.

"I can't wait for that." Y/n says smirking.

"Bye, princess." Stu said as him and Billy walks out of Y/n's room,leaving Y/n alone in her room collecting her thoughts.

"What the fuck am I doing?" Y/n thought to herself knowing there was gonna be alot of drama coming her way.

[blitzosblog]

Refuge - J•M

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: 18+

Summary: You rescue Joel and Ellie, taking the pair in, feelings start to arise between you and Joel, tensions increase, eventually one of you is going to blow

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mention of weapons, kissing, fluff, smut, pent up frustration, Joel being a bit of an ass, fighting, grinding, handjob, fingering, kissing, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up).

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The snow was starting to fall hard around you, the car humming quietly, you looked back to the rear seats of the car, two bodies inside quiet as mice, probably exhausted from the running and fighting.

You'd been out on a routine run, deciding to venture closer to the main city to see if their hallowed shops held anything of value, being happy with you find of canned goods, and old soap you made your way back out the building when a harsh scream reached your ears.

"Shit!" You cursed believing a hoard was close before you heard another voice.

"Ellie Go!"

It was a man and by the sound of it a girl too, they needed help, you round the corner your gun in hand, you see a massive infected onto of the guys, whilst the girl is being backed into a corner, you line up a shot leaning on the ground, you've got a clear shot so you take it shooting the big one straight in the head, it lands on the guy bas he quickly rolls it away grabbing his own gun before he starts letting out every once of rage on the other infected before it got to the girl.

"Hey man, I think it's dead!" You yelled, putting your gun away approaching the two, the man points his gun to you pushing the girl behind him.

"Who the fuck are you!?" He yells, you put your hands up showing you mean no harm as you look behind him at the girl.

"I'm the one that shot the big fucker of ya okay" You explained waiting for his responses as he stared you down still holding his gun up to you, turning to the girl, looking over her before walking over to you.

"You should've shot the other one I was fine you should've helped her!"

You stared up at the man, laughing bitterly.

"Jeez man, that thing was gonna kill you way before his friend got to your daughter okay"

"I'm not his daughter, just tagging along ya know, I'm Ellie" The girl now known as Ellie waved over to you.

"Hi Ellie, I'm Y/N, y'all are a bit far out for comfort you got a place to stay"

"Yes" The man says, Ellie knocks him in the arm before stepping in front of him.

"No we don't actually"

You look between em both before beginning to walk.

"Come on you both look exhausted, you can stay with me for the night" You offered looking back at them.

"No way, we'll be fine" The man replied.

"Don't mind him, we'd love to join you" Ellie spoke as she walked up to you, the two of you looked over to Joel expectedly, he huffed looking at Ellie before going the two of you. You all walked out, entering your car as Ellie and the man got in the back, and off you went back to your home.

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You pulled into the front of your home, it was a farm house you'd found a couple months back, with a little love you'd manage to make it lovable again. You hopped out the car gently knocking on the window. Ellie and the man woke with a jolt looking around, calming down more when they saw you, they joined you entering the house, dropping their bags.

"Okay, the kitchen is through there, this is the living room obviously, the bathrooms upstairs, the showers really iffy but it works ok enough and finally there's two rooms in this house so Ellie you can sleep in my room it the one at the end of the hall and you can sleep in the other." You spoke pointing around the house, the pair looked around curiously, Ellie grabbed her bag off the floor running up to the bedroom thanking you as she ran past, you smiled watching her figure disappear, turning to the man standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"So...you got a name?" You asked, he turned to you looking up and down.

"Joel" He replied.

"Well Joel, you wanna go up to your room get comfortable? I'll make us some dinner" You proposed, grabbing Joel's bag, holding it out for him to take.

"Where are you sleeping'" He asked taking his bag from your hand. You pointed over to the couch, he looked back nodding his head slowly, he stood there looking at you like he wanted to say something but he just ended up huffing a thank you and shuffled past heading up to his room, you watched him and sighed going to the kitchen, beginning to make dinner for the three of you.

You could hear muffled whispers, then steps of the two people upstairs separating, smiling to yourself you put your concentration back on dinner, gleefully humming away, you plated everything up taking it over to the little dinning table.

"Dinner!" You yelled, standing there as you heard the echo of running through the house as Ellie made her way to you, Joel following, stomping down the stairs, they both looked over the plates of food you'd prepared eyes widening.

"Hope you guys like chilli" You said sitting down, Joel and Ellie joined you at the table, Ellie began taking spoonfuls, groaning happily.

"Ellie slow down and say thank you" Joel nudged the young girl, before nodding his head toward you, Ellie halted before wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Oh shit right, thank you Y/N" She said going back to her food but now keeping a steady pace, you smiled at her.

"Thank you, this is the first proper food we've had in a while" Joel said as he began to eat, you smiled at him too, the sound of eating filled the air, it had been a while since you'd had a dinner like this, it was nice.

Joel wiped his mouth and began speaking to you. "You live here alone then?"

"Oh uh yeah, been alone for quite some time but I found this place and decided I might as well call it home ya know safe space plenty of food."

"Don't ya get lonely" Ellie asked, looking over at you.

"Sometimes but I try not to think about it too much" You replied slowly eating your food.

"So you wouldn't mind the company?" Ellie asked, yelping as she looked over to Joel.

"Why'd you kick me?"

"Don't be rude, Y/N ignore her please we'll be out of your hair by tomorrow" He spoke giving you an apologetic look.

"I wouldn't actually mind if you guys wanna stay for a bit it's all good with me" You replied, standing from the table as you began to clean up, Joel quickly joined you walking to the kitchen.

"Are ya sure? we wouldn't wanna impose"He said placing the bowls in the sink, you turned to him smiling.

"Joel your all good stay as long as you want"

"Thank you" He said smiling down at you.

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It had been three days since Ellie and Joel had joined you and it was going great , they'd been helping out around the place, Joel fixed the fence, you and Ellie would practice shooting and you'd all enjoy dinner together in the evenings.

On occasion you'd notice Joel stealing little glances at you at the dinner table, or watching you when you were making dinner, he'd even sit very close to you when you were reading on the couch, but you decided to pay no mind to it.

Today Joel was helping Ellie with her target practice, you waked up to the pair of them.

"Guys, lunch time" You announced, Ellie looked back at you, running back to the house.

"Ellie!" Joel yelled, much to his dismay, she'd already got inside, you two laughed at her, you turned to Joel as he picked up Ellies gun.

"You wanna have a go, I know your aims good but a little practice never hurt right?" He asked holding the gun out, you smirked grabbing the gun, aiming it towards the cans, you slowed your breathing making your shot and hitting the left can straight on the mark, Joel clapped his hands laughing.

"That was amazing, ya know if you change your stance slightly you'd shake less" He said as walked up to you, placing his hands on your hips, pulling close to you, you could feel the heat start to rise to your face, his breathe fanning across you neck, he held your arms aiming your gun.

"Okay now shoot"

You shot the mark again, turning to him smiling, he turned also, your faces inches away from one another, he looked into your eyes, you looked down at his lips.

"Joel" You whispered, he quickly superheated from you, suddenly your body went cold.

"Uh, I, we should uh we should go inside, lunch will get cold" He spoke, now avoiding eye contact"

You hummed walking back to the house as Joel followed you slowly, neither of you spoke that lunch, Ellie happily talking as you two were reliving what had just happened.

The evening was quickly approaching and with it came a storm , the house rattled slightly, you and Joel worked together to boarder up the windows and doors, once you were finished you all got ready for bed, you wished Ellie a good evening checking on her in the room, you walked down the hall knocking on Joel's door, he answered glad in boxers and a vest shirt.

"Hey just wanted to wish you a goodnight"

"You gonna be okay sleeping downstairs?"

"Oh uh yeah I'll be fine" You replied slightly surprised by his concern.

"Okay, just checking, well goodnight Y/N"

You smiled at him before leaving, heading down to the couch, it was colder than usual but you'd be okay; you wrapped yourself in a number of blankets and before you kew it you were asleep.

You could feel something touching your body, slowly waking up, you began to panic as you realised someone was holding you, as you began to move you heard a recognisable voice.

"Calm down it's just me" The sound of Joel's southern drawl put you at ease, he carried you up to the spare room.

"It was a bit cold up here so I thought it would be freezing downstair and I was right so you're gonna sleep up here tonight" He announced as he placed you on the bed, he turned to leave the room before you grabbed his wrist.

"It'll be freezing for you too, just sleep here I don't mind" You spoke pulling Joel towards the bed, he hesitated before joining you in the bed, you were facing away from him, you were falling asleep as you felt Joel move towards you, so you turned to face him.

"You okay" You asked, he stared at you moving closer

"Y/N, there something I've wanted to ask you" He whispered

"Okay then ask"

He looked at you, thinking for a moment before holding you face in his hands.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, you stared at him, humming quietly, he moved closer closing his eyes, your lips connected, slowly moving against each other, his hand moved from your face to your waist, pulling you against him, he flipped you onto of him sitting up, you place your hands on his face, the scruff of his beard running through your hands, you moved kissing his jaw and neck, his hands began to move you as you ground down onto his lap, the growing erection in his boxers becoming more and more evident.

You moved your hand down, grasping his erection in your hand, moving you hand up and down, Joel moans in your ear, his hand finds it's way into your underwear, a finger slipping into you as he pumps in and out, foreheads pressed against one another, laboured breathing filling the room.

"Can I?" He asks as his other hand tugs at your shirt.

"Yes" You reply, he pulls your shirt over your head revealing your topless form, he stares down at your bare chest before taking your left nipple into his mouth, you moan using your free hand to grasp his hair, you speed up the hand pleasuring him you can feel him buck into.

"Fuck Joel" You whisper as he pumps another finger into you, you remove your hand from him, before stopping his own, pulling him back to look you in the eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asks looking worryingly into your eyes.

"I want you inside me" You state.

"I was inside you sweetheart' He says smiling at you, you nudge his shoulder laughing slightly, tugging at his vest, he nods and you taking it off him.

"You know what I mean" You say, as you get off him smiling, removing your bottoms, he smiles back before removing his own, climbing back on top of you, lining himself up.

"You sure you wanna do this?" He asks looking into your eyes, you hold his face leaning in and kissing him on the lips.

"I'm sure, I want you Joel" You confirm, he leans down as he pushes into you, giving you a moment to adjust, you both moan at the contact, he begins to move inside you, keeping a steady pace, rocking back and forth above you.

The room is filled with hushed moans and broken breathing, you grab onto his back pulling him closer to you, the feeling of him inside you is almost euphoric, his skin against yours, you can feel his lips against your neck kissing you all over.

"Shit sweetheart ya feel so good" He sates pushing into you faster, you can feel your walls tighten around him.

"Joel I'm gonna cum" You whispered.

"Me too" He replied, his pace became sloppier and he hurried his head into your neck, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled them up, you grabbed his hair with one hand and holding onto the bed frame with the other, he stilled as you tightened down on him, your climax hitting you all at once, you felt him release inside you as his grunts vibrated against his neck, neither of you moved in that moment, you just held each other.

Joel was the first to moved climbing of you and getting out the bed, you watched him as he pulled his boxers back on, he quickly left the room coming back in with a towel as he cleaned you up, tossing the two to the side as he gave you his t-shirt and climbed back into bed.

You snuggled up to him, his arm wrapping round your side as your head fell on his chest.

"Thank you Joel" You whispered looking up at him, he looked down at you, leaning in and giving you a small kiss on the lips.

"Thank you Y/N for everything" He said, the two of you fell asleep in each other arms as the storm outside carried on, you awoke to someone kicky the bed, you a Joel jolted up looking around and spotting Ellie at the end of the bed.

"Morning, nice to see you Y/N couldn't find you anywhere" She said smirking at the state you two were in, Joel went to speak but she beat him to it.

"Don't worry Joel, Im glad you two finally got to it, I've made breakfast come down when you're ready." She said, before leaving the room, you flopped back down on the bed, Joel turned too, making eye contact, the two of you laughed, Joel bent over to kiss you , head inches away from you.

"I think we're gonna stay a while sweetheart" He whispered smiling down at you.

"Sound perfect" You replied the two of you got out of bed pulling on a few more layers before heading down, you could definitely get used to this little family dynamic.

[bogginswritings]

Astarion x barbarian!Tav blurb

Basically more of my barbarian big chick Herman and Astarion. You guys seemed to like it. Though I named her Tav here; I forgot Herman isn't a normal name. I'm desensitized. Astarion is pretty OOC, this was more of a crack one. Also I'm on fire. Who is this? no waiting time between fics long enough to birth babies?! Pairing: Astarion x fem!barbarian!Tav (also known as Herman) Words: <1000, just a short one Content: crack, just crack. Little OOC. But who cares, when you delulu enough it'll get you there. Summary: Astarion has a lot to complain about today. The main one; 'no more walking'.

Astarion had been on his complain -train, as she liked to call it.

It started with complaining about how he woke up, then he whined because somehow his armor didn’t fit as comfortably as it did yesterday. And now-

"Are we there yet?" Astarion asked, dragging himself along. Tav shrugged, "No clue, should be there soon enough. I think."

“You think?" Astarion retorted, "Darling, please, my feet hurt-” he moped, trailing behind the rest of the party that tagged along for the day, “Can’t we take a break?”

Tav rolled her eyes, “We had a short rest not that long ago,” she commented, as she simply kept going down their path. The elf grumbled under his breath as he followed behind, arms crossed, “You know, you’re supposed to be considerate of my comfort. Being my pet and all.”

The look she shot him over her shoulder was a warning one, “I was your juicebox of the night, I think I’ve been considerate.”

Astarion let out a puff of air; surely he deserved better treatment. She should be biased for him. "VERY considerate. Which is why we are now on our path to save who and whose child," he said, his eye-roll not going unnoticed by the barbarian. She shook her head with a smile, "You forget we'll get paid. We could use some extra stuff before we continue our travels." Astarion didn't audibly agree with her, but the puff of breath he let out in annoyance was enough.

He picked up his pace momentarily, catching up with her. He wrapped an arm around her taller figure, squeezing her biceps (without drooling), “You know what, my sweet, you could put those good-looking muscles to use and-”

“I’m not carrying you.”

“You didn’t even know if that’s what I wanted to ask!” he exclaimed. She turned her head, cocking it, “Then what is it?”

“I was simply going to request,” he started, finger tracing over the muscle, “if you could oh so pretty please carry me.” Tav snorted, shaking her head, “you’re impossible.”

“I’m endearing.”

“You’re complaining,” the barbarian retorted.

“I could carry you,” Halsin chimed in from behind them. Tav’s ears perked up, “Looks like you found your volunteer, love.” Astarion snapped his head towards the druid with a glare, “Don’t you dare.”

Halsin, the poor man that wanted nothing more than to be nice, threw his hands up; Gale snorting next to him. Tav gave Astarion a look, “He’s trying to help.”

“yada yada,” Astarion rolled his eyes, how was she so oblivious to what he wanted? “I don’t want him carrying me! His hands probably still smell like bear! Now- pick me up!” he pouted, and Tav fought her smile.

“Alright fine, come here you drama queen,” she grabbed him by the waist (that did absolutely nothing to him!). His victorious grin was short-lived, however, as she threw him over her (big) shoulder. He’d be blushing if he wasn’t pissed off (and physically unable to). “Hey! That is NOT what I meant!” he protested, kicking his legs; which did next to nothing to her.

“You said carry, I carry,” she stated, “Didn’t specify.”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!” he shouted, fists kicking at her back (holy shit her muscles were flexed at her shoulder). Astarion purposefully kept his gaze there, not wanting to face the other companions; the only reason, truely. He could just feel Gale’s expression. That stupid fucking wizard. “PUT ME DOWN, PET!”

Tav turned around (Astarion blinking a few times from the sudden movement), looking at Halsin and Gale, “Do you guys hear something?” They both shook their heads with a chuckle.

Astarion gawked, his hands grabbing for SOME leverage; one clawed into her back while the other pushed against her free shoulder, “EXCUSE ME?!” he exclaimed as he tried to free himself from her grasp; able to turn his head just enough to face the other men, “You are supporting abuse!”

The vampire could feel her shoulders shaking as laughter bubbled in her throat. Astarion's lips formed an angry pout, fingers flicking the back of her head, “Don’t laugh!” he let his head drop, laying limp over her shoulder, “Please let me go, before this gets any more humiliating.”

“I don’t think it could be,” Gale quipped, to which she snorted, “He’s right, it’s pretty bad for you.”

“TAV!”

“OKAY OKAY!” The barbarian laughed, putting the fuming vampire down. He had his arms crossed, angry glare on his face (which wasn’t all that concerning to Tav; he had to look up to meet her eyes). b"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" "No! My pride has been severely injured," Astarion replied, to which she shook her head with a chuckle. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, fuming as he was, "Maybe halsin still wants to-" "FUCK OFF." ---------------------------------------------- I didn't know how to end it so have this.

[kamisadopteddaughter]

I have many things to say about the whole Liv/Dom situation so buckle up.

I'm constantly going back and forth on where this is going to go, which is probably the point. We're intentionally being shown conflicting events to make us second-guess ourselves and everyone either thinks he's guilty or he isn't.

I'm going to break down the why and why not from my perspective and give my full opinion at the end.

As of right now, on television, no one has suspected Dominik of anything. Nobody has brought up him infamously coming out of a room Liv came out of seconds prior. Not really sure how much the social media aspect plays a part, if at all but a purple bandana was spotted in her pocket (if you watch the episode back you can see a glimpse of it), that same day Dom was spotted with it on and off.

About the commotion surrounding Dom's likes on social media, it definitely feels purposeful but it does also feel like he's trolling so we'll have to wait and see if it gets brought up.

My main thing is that nobody (Priest) has been like, "What the fuck do you and Liv got going on?", and I need to hear how he'll explain himself.

Now, what went down last night suggests the opposite and the Finn + JD inclusion is a big reason. You could argue that Dom knew what he was doing at K/QOTR and set Liv up to win while making it look like he intended to help Becky. What happened last night however straight up was not his fault. If Finn and JD hadn't come out there to stop him, none of what happened would've happened. Mind you, Damian told Dom to handle the issue and both of them have been caught talking to Liv as well.

I said last week that Finn plotting with Liv doesn't mean that Dominik isn't, which is still true but with the way she was quickly seen with JD, Dom's suddenness in wanting to sabotage Liv, and Finn and JD coming out to stop him, it doesn't seem like everyone's on the same page.

Also, Dom did NOT want that kiss. No he didn't push her off with his one good arm (victim blaming 🤨) but he didn't kiss back and he was clearly uncomfortable. He could just not want whatever they got going on to be public (I'll get into that later) but regardless he didn't want that.

My last thought is that I don't see what he gets out of this. Besides simply being tempted by an attractive girl, he doesn't really have any motive to side with Liv over Rhea. The dubious circumstances surrounding the start of the R + D relationship have doomed them from the start but who knows if that'll even be brought up. Liv doesn't like him, he's once again being used to get at someone else so there's no actual romance there, which is what he wants.

Finn and JD have an incentive to break up the Judgment Day. JD has never really been accepted as a member, he's just there as cannon fodder. Finn has already proven that he'd rather do things in his best interest rather than the groups. He was a catalyst for a lot of the drama in the summer of 2023 over his desire for the whc, refusing to communicate, refusing to cooperate, involving a non-member in the group's business, etc. Now that Damian is the whc and they don't have the tag titles to satiate him, he doesn't see how he benefits from being in tjd anymore.

At this point, I'm somewhere in the middle on what I think is going on. I think that something did happen between them but he doesn't want to break up with Rhea and he doesn't have any intention to sabotage her, which is where Finn and JD come in. It's also why he's gone on this crusade to try to stop Liv from being champion. I think he's trying to make up for something that he did that'll be revealed later and that's why they'll break up.

*might make some more posts on this topic that I wanted to put in here but couldn't find a way to include it*

[chaosandbubbles]

And In Dreams, We'll Meet Again

Leon Kennedy X Reader

A/N: I have never played resident evil or watched anything other than random Leon Kennedy compilation videos but now I'm in love with him. I'm writing this for @house-of-kolchek who requested something angsty. I am not fully up on the lore of this game, so bear with me. I fell so much in love with this man that I am now going to watch playthroughs to bring you better content! In the meantime, I am very educated on Jason Kolchek and write for him a lot if you want to check me out! Also, I never write grief. I am usualy the fluff queen so this is new for me!

WARNINGS AND TAGS: Major character death, grief, angst, drug use, alcohol use, depression

Word Count: 2.6k

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“AND how does that make you feel?”

How does that make me feel?

How does it make me FEEL?

How the fuck do you THINK it makes me feel?!

That’s what you would want to say, but you didn’t. You shut your mouth tight, jaw clenched as tears threatened to spring from the corners of your eyes. You pulled up your hoodie—his hoodie—around you, drawing warmth from it as your therapist stared at you with soft, unjudging eyes. You weren’t going to answer her question because it was a stupid-ass question, and she knew it was a stupid-ass question. 

“Y/n?” She prompted again, and you turned your icy glare on her, tears spilling down your cheeks as her blue eyes met yours. Blue eyes. Just like—like—

“It makes me feel fucking horrible!” You snapped at her, drawing away from her gaze, from her hand that looked like it yearned to place on you a comforting touch. You stared out the window, at the rain falling down the glass, at the horribly ugly gray sky that swirled just like your tumultuous emotions. “It’s been a month— a month—since I lost my fiancè! How the fuck am I supposed to fucking feel?!”

Your therapist was quiet, looking you over, before her eyes landed on the Raccoon City hoodie that you still adorned. The one that had never been washed. The one that you never took off. 

“Do you ever feel like maybe—just maybe—you’re not allowing yourself to move on?”

Your entire body burned at the question with anger. Or, maybe agony. Probably both.

“Fuck you!” You screeched as you got up from the couch, pulling your drawstring bag onto your shoulders and flipping her the bird as you made your way to the door. “It’s only been a fucking month since my fiancè fucking died! And you have the fucking nerve to say that I should be moving on?!” You scoffed at her, but you knew that she could see the tears that were streaming down your face, just as thick and heavy as the rain had suddenly turned outside. 

“I don’t fucking need this,” you decided, your mind likely running as you thought of all of the other ways that you could get over this grief. “I don’t even want to fucking be here!”

“This therapy is mandated by your job!” Your therapist yelled as you ran out the door, making sure to slam it shut behind you. 

“Yeah?!”  You called back, glaring heavily at the terrified receptionist. “Ask me how much I fucking care!”

You would probably never set foot in that office again.

⛈️

THE next time you went to therapy, you walked in sullenly, looking ashamed and a bit embarrassed about your actions two months prior. You couldn’t even really say what you’d been doing the past two months, living life in a fog, grief overwhelming. You’d know you needed to go back to therapy when you started having lapses in your memory, and, here you were, unable to specifically recall a single thing that you’d done since…since…

“Why don’t we talk about what happened? That night?”

Your eyes shifted slowly to your therapist and you shook your head.

“No,” you responded sullenly, pulling at the strings of his hoodie. What used to be his hoodie… “No. I don’t want to do that.”

“Tell me what happened, Y/n.”

“I–it—!” You didn’t know why it was so hard to recall, or why it was so hard to put into words. “He fucking died, okay?! My fiancè died. What more is there to even say?”

“Do you want to talk about how your fiancè died?”

“No.”

Your therapist leaned forward then, arms in her lap, bland, semi-blonde hair hanging over a shoulder. She looked almost like the girl you both once knew, the girl you helped save— “You know, if you never talk about it, you’ll never get to the root of the real problem. You’ll never be able to feel better.”

You choked back a sob, hands clutching the ends of his hoodie when you said:

“Maybe I don’t want to feel better.”

⛈️

This session your therapist decided to try something different. Instead of bringing up that day, you’d spent the entirety of the session talking about everything else about…him. How you met, when you started dating, when he’d asked you to marry him.

“That day was happy,” you recalled, a gleam and a tear in your eye as you remembered how beautiful you looked in your bright yellow dress, how Leon had been so happy. Happier than he’d ever remembered feeling before. “He was so, so excited. I remember that. Him feeling so excited. I remember everything about that day.”

“Were you both excited?”

“Yes, I—I think we were both excited. And happy. So fucking happy.” 

Your therapist smiled back at you and leaned back in her chair, seemingly satisfied with your answers. She was writing something in her notebook, her hair shorter than it had been before, you thought. And blonder. 

“And thinking about that day, it makes you happy?”

Your veins turned ice cold as suddenly, all you could think about was the fact that the love of your life was dead. 

“No,” you admitted, feeling the sobs begin to wrack your body. “No it makes me feel—I feel—”

“How do you feel?”

“I feel numb,” you interjected, and suddenly, your hands began shaking in what you thought was about to be a panic attack. Your breaths were coming in fast, shallow pants and you felt the overwhelming urge to scream. “I feel like—like I don’t exist. Like I’m nothing.”

The therapist tapped her pen against her notepad as she stared at you.

“Interesting.”

⛈️

“Let’s talk about the day that your fiancè died.”

“I already told you, I don’t want to do that,” you pushed back, leaning your back as far into the couch as you could without actually feeling it behind you. You stared at your therapist for a minute—having to look away from his eyes, so blue—and absentmindedly played with the ends of your hoodie. “I can’t remember much about it, anyways.”

“Still?”

“Yep,” you confirmed, watching as your therapist pursed his lips and shook his head. “Still.”

“What do you remember?”

“I remember that my fiancè died,” you bit back, uncomfortable feelings of grief and sadness instead of your comfortable numbness swirling around inside of you. “I remember that Leon is so far away from me, in a place I can never reach him. Is that what you want to hear?” 

“I don’t want to hear anything,” your therapist insisted, and for some reason, you thought his voice sounded just a little bit deeper. Something was weird today. Something felt off. “And besides, I’m not the one who needs to know anything. You are.”

“What the fuck does that mean?!” You questioned harshly, taken aback by how flippant and assertive he sounded at the same time.

“What do you think it means?” Your therapist responded cheekily and you scoffed, sick of these stupid games. Sick of these pointless therapy sessions that you probably wouldn’t even remember. You didn’t remember anything since—

“Whatever,” you hissed, staring out the window. It was foggy today. Just like your mind. You winced as something prickled at the back of it, something trying to convey some sort of message, or—or a warning, maybe. “Something’s…weird today.”

“Well, what did you do this morning?” Your therapist responded. You opened your mouth to respond, to tell him all about your morning, but the words got caught in your throat and you found yourself unable to respond. You tried as hard as you could to remember something, anything that you could have possibly done that day, but—nothing. Your mind was as cloudy as the weather outside.

“I—I can’t remember,” you admitted and your therapist hummed in agreement. Like he knew something that you didn’t. Something struck you as odd again, something felt…awful. You leaned in closer to him, eyes squinted as you examined his hair. Blonde, as usual. Eyes—scarily blue. Blue enough to remind you of—of—

“Something’s wrong,” you said again, clutching your chest. “Something feels really, really wrong.” Your therapist looked at you and scoffed.

“Well, your fiancè is dead, so, that doesn’t really surprise me.”

“No,” you argued, insistent that something had changed between your appointments. “Something is wrong with you. You’re…different than before.” And yes, that was it. Your therapist seemed…different. Something changed with him. 

But what was it?! Had he cut his hair? Or lost weight? Or—no, something else. It was more drastically different than anything like that. What was it?

“Different?” Your therapist asked. “Different how?”

“You’re…you seem different than before,” was all you could manage to say, because your brain, for the life of you, could not figure out what had changed. All that was thought was that something fundamental was shifting here, and you didn’t seem to put your finger on it yet. “You seem like a different person.”

“Hmm,” your therapist responded, shaking his head, as if he were analyzing something. “Interesting, indeed.”

⛈️

“Tell me again.”

“I already told you,” you groaned, picking yourself up off of the couch and pacing around the room. “A thousand times. We met in the spring. At a festival. He was there as some bonafide security. He thought I was cute. He asked for my number. I gave it to him.”

“Great,” your therapist responded, a smile on his face. “Now tell me about the day your fiancè died.”

“I don’t remember!” You screamed back, sick and tired of this stupid, stupid game that your therapist seemed to be playing with you. You could somehow recall every single instance you’d had with Leon from…before…but you couldn’t remember—you couldn’t quite recall—

“Where were you that day?”

“On a mission!” You screeched back, fingernails digging so hard into your palms that it looked like they could draw blood. “I followed him there, I told him it was because I didn’t want him to go alone. I knew how to shoot, I could fight—”

“Tell me about the day your fiancè died.”

“I DON’T REMEMBER!” 

“And why do you think you don’t remember?!” Your therapist was equally as aggressive now, standing up and matching your anxious, agonizing energy. “Why do you think that you can recall every specific detail about your lives together except for that day? The day that your fiancè died!”

“I don’t know!” You were sobbing now, sinking to your knees and clutching the fabric of your blood-stained jeans. Your—what? “I don’t know, I don’t know, I DON’T KNOW!”

“Yes, you do,” your therapist responded, and suddenly, his voice sounded familiar. Too familiar. “You do know.” 

Appalled, you lifted your head and rose to your feet and when you saw the man who stood before you, you gasped.

No. What? How?!

“Leon?” Your voice was timid, afraid, and you were shaking as you looked back at your therapist, your therapist who wasn’t that at all but Leon Kennedy. Your fiancè. Your fiancè who— “But you—you’re not—you’re dead, you died—you?”

“No,” Leon responded sadly, looking down at your form. Blood, seeping through your shirt. Dripping onto your pants. Blood, blood everywhere— “No, I’m not.”

It all came rushing back quickly, hitting you like a ton of bricks. 

“No,” you gasped, clutching at your chest. “Oh, oh no—”

“Tell me what happened,” Leon pushed and you were shaking your head, you were visibly upset, he could tell. You didn’t want to tell him. He didn’t want you to tell him.

“Oh, no—” A sudden rush of intense grief, of horribly immense pain all over his body. No, no he didn’t want to remember—

“We were infected,” you recalled, suddenly calm, and your hands wouldn’t leave your chest. Your beautiful, beautiful hands. “We—we made Ashley get cured first, and then you insisted that I go, and—”

“No,” Leon suddenly insisted, and the therapy room was gone. You were back—back in that place, back in that chair—and you thought that there might be tears in his eyes. 

“And you passed out. And when you woke up, Leon, I was—”

“No!” Leon was shaking, hyperventilating, as he clutched the table in front of him, looking very much like he was going to throw up at any minute. You looked back at him with sad, empathetic eyes—those bright, amazingly beautiful eyes that he loves so fucking much. Oh, fuck, those eyes—

“Leon, I have to,” you pressed, your voice broken with tears. “When you came to Leon, I was—it didn’t work on me,” you reminded him, and now he was clutching his head, trying not to hear, trying not to see it anymore. “I was too far gone, there was nothing that you could do—”

“NO!” And suddenly, he could see it all again. Ashley, sobbing over your dead body. Apologizing, telling him it didn’t work, your heart couldn’t take it—it stopped. He tried CPR. He tried everything but you—the love of his life, you—

You were dead. 

“Leon, it’s time to wake up,” you told him, and your bright eyes were gone. Glassy, grey, dead—

“Wake up, Leon. Wake up, wake up, wake up—”

⛈️

“Leon? Leon, wake up—”

The man shot up with a gasp, sweat beading down his forehead and sticking his hair to his face. He turned to the side of his bed—it smelled like shit in his room, understandably so, he hadn’t left it in days—and he spotted Chris sitting there, eyes slightly worried.

“Fuck, man,” Chris gulped, watching him warily. “You were doing it again. The dreams.”

“And you had to fucking wake me up?!” Leon hollered at him, chucking an empty glass across the room, unflinching as it shattered across his carpet. “That’s the only time! That’s the only time!”

“That’s the only time—what?”

“That’s the only time I can fucking see her!”

Leon’s body wanted to wrack with sobs but he shoved it down, clutching his hair in his hands as he rocked back and forth, trying to calm his body enough to go back to sleep. Just go back to sleep. When he was awake, it was hell—all he could see was your dead eyes, staring up at the ceiling, your clothes stained with blood, and all he could feel was the horrible, terrible fucking pain that accompanied the knowledge that you were fucking dead.

“It’s not real, Leon,” Chris said softly and Leon let out a tiny sob, his heart clenching. He knew it wasn’t fucking real. Of course it wasn’t fucking real. “Imagining her as the one that’s alive, using drugs to hallucinate her living without you, instead—it isn't healthy—”

“Ask me if I fucking care.”

“And do you honestly think that these…scenarios, these daydreams that you make up in your head—Leon, do you think that those are going to fucking bring her back?” 

Leon was quiet. He knew it wasn’t going to bring you back. Nothing could bring you back now. Nothing at all. 

He heard Chris shifting beside him. 

“We went through her apartment today,” he informed Leon and the man tried not to hear, tried not to care. “We found this. We thought you’d want it.”

His eyes moved without his consent and his heart broke when he saw it. Your favorite article of clothing. His hoodie. His stupid, old, Racoon City Police Department hoodie.

“Burn it,” Leon insisted, “or throw it away. I don’t fucking care.”

“Leon,” Chris pushed. “This was yours—”

“No!” Leon yelled, and it was coming back, the pain, the awful pain. “No. It’s not mine. It only used to be mine. It’s all only used to be’s, now. Throw. It. Away.”

And then he swallowed another pain pill and closed his miserable, blue eyes.  You were waiting for him there, after all.

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Basics

Tox/Toxy, she/her. millennial. Blog is 18+. You can talk to me in English or Spanish.

As of 5/31/24 all WIPs are on hiatus.

Do not copy, translate, or repost* my work. Do not put it into AI or make bots of it. Ty for understanding.

*reblogging ( 🔁 button) is encouraged.

Q: Are Requests open?

A: no, not for new fics. but feel free to send thots, particularly on my stories. if I use it I'll tag you. you can also ask Qs about lore, etc.

Q: Will you write more every inch/left in Lincoln?

A: I plan to. More here. For Every Inch, there are three more parts planned.

Q: When is [fic] coming back? How many chapters?

A: IDK, sorry. If I knew I'd tell you. I have to delete asks like this for my sanity. I get overwhelmed. In the future, I'm not planning to release things as I write, I'm gonna try to finish everything before posting. Problem is I have a lot of one shot fails / play as I go AUs. We'll see. I can tell you Every Inch has 6 total parts.

Q: Did you read my fic?

A: I'm sure it's good but I'm a slow/bad reader. I'm also overdosed on pedro rn. More here.

Q: AO3

A: Here, not everything is on there but lmk if there's something you'd like me to prioritize as I work on bringing everything over.

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A: Please follow @toxicfics, use the person icon to turn on notifications, and use this trick for getting a tab on your dashboard just for your blog subscriptions so you can see what you missed.

Q: Are the fics always dark on this blog?

A: No.

Q: What is the brothel?

A: I HC my characters as living in my brothel which has its own crack sideblog @toxicbrothel and tv show.

Q: What are Joelkémons?

A: Reader-coined term for the Joel variants on this blog. Some listed here: Joelkémon cards.

Q: Can we make your characters into bots?

A: No, please don't do this. It makes me feel bad and they don't even work. Every time it puts me farther away from updating the fic. Please. o not copy, repost, translate, put in IA, or make bots of my work. Please lmk if you ever see my work made into a bot, copied, etc.

Q: Who's night walks!Joel? Who's thighs out?

A: Night Walks is an AU where Joel is your hot, older, creepy pothead neighbor. Night walks masterlist. Thighs out (another AU) is your boyfriend's hot slutty dad.

Q: What's a HOG? Who/what is GILF?

A: Hot Old Guy, from Silence can never be bought pt. 2 and 5. GILF is grandpa I'd Like to Fuck and may refer to the one from Pawn Shop (Joel in his 60s) @gilfjoel.

Q: Who is Dr. Rock?

A: Hot sex therapist who roleplays my characters. Dr. Rock is also the poster boy for avoiding discourse.

Q: Do you still write slashers?

A: Yes. I just wrote my first Thomas Hewitt in March 2024. Main/slashers masterlist.

Q: What other fics & blogs do you rec?

A: Please check out @toxicrecs

Q: How can I stay motivated to write without getting a lot of notes?

A: Please see these posts: here and here.

Q: Why did you unfollow me?

A: As a Tumblr noob, I followed accts all willy nilly--i was impatient to diversify my dash by account. But now I want it more diverse by fandom too. I recently put my dash in chronological mode and began seeing a lot more of some people. If we've never interacted, I don't want to feel like a lurker. Or I could've lost (some or all) interest in your fandom. Or I may have forgotten why I followed you, especially if what you're posting has changed. Or I might be wanting to reduce the discourse I see. Or it could be be something like what's described below that I don't want to see.

✨Q: Am I blocked? Why can't I see your main blog from my account? / Did you soft block me? What is going on?

⚠️ A: The most common reasons I block are for policing or judging what others post, kink shaming, or spreading harmful rumors. ⚠️

When it comes to rumors and shaming, silence is not a sign of guilt or agreement. It's confidence in the truth and desire to keep harmful takes off the dash. As a rule, I would ignore and block false accusations, rumors, or kink shamers instead of giving them a huge audience by responding or addressing it.

Harmful takes in the wild / targeted harassment: blocked. And if a post is bad enough--such as calling for targeted harassment of writers or trivializing a serious crime by casually accusing writers of it, I may block people for positively interacting with it. I don't want to be on your dash if you share those views, even if it's about som thing I don't write. On my blog, it's important for readers to understand fiction can't be equated with real life. And who's to say I won't offend or traumatize you on a different topic one day? It's for your own good.

You can get blocked on anon too.