#he cut off some guys arms and legs with a chainsaw. he bit some guys jugular. when will he pay

[dilfsuzanneyk]

the citizens of Albuquerque when they see him out and about again

[theinsanereg-1]

Have some lore for insane reg <3

Warning contains murder, blood, throw up, etc (there are no pictures. Just words)

It was just the beginning...(part one)

May 27th, 2013

...

I-it...

It was a regular day... Like no other..

Well at least.... That's what I thought...

You see... I had woken up like I usually do...

You know... Being woken up my Right Hand Man... After only going to sleep at 3 in the bloody morning due to overworking myself....

Either way it's not important. The point is.

It seemed to just be a regular, normal, simple day...

But little did I know...

It'd turn out to be the worst day of my life...

I was peacefully minding my own business... Flying the airship to our destination... The Toppat clan Space orbit... Alot of people thought it'd be the best thing to happen to clan... It would've been....

Anyway... Back to the point..

I was driving the airship when suddenly I heard a noise...

CRASH

I looked at the window to see it had smashed..

I then saw some man had crashed threw it.... In some plastic ball? Confusing. I know.

I panicked a bit... I saw the government helicopter flying just in front of the airship and immediately knew he was one of their subjects... I know this as it wasn't the first time they tried to bring the clan down.... As much as I wanted to fight... I couldn't..

People underestimate me

..

Say I can't fight... And that I'm weak..

I'm not weak.. I'm just a coward with anxiety that's sensitive and gets scared easily... At least I used to be...

I remember my Right Hand Man say to me.

"Go Go! I'll 'old him off!"

I immediately listened to him and ran off.. I didn't know where to go so I basically just ran in a straight line.

I remember hearing on the radio my Right Hand Man say to the Toppat Members.

"Toppat security alert. Watch out for a guy with a big plastic ball....no im serious.."

I smiled slightly... I loved hearing his voice... No matter what the situation was.. To be honest... His voice was rather gruff and aggressive but I like it... Maybe its because I like him... No..

I love him... And he loves me... We always have and we always will..

I can barely remember what happened next... All I knew is that I was getting chased by the manic.... Ugh... How I fucking hate him for what he did...

I ran down the corridor... I activated the security doors hoping It could stop him.. But no.. Of course it didn't... I ended up running into the hallway that leads to the cargo

...

RHM had dropped down.. He'd probably been following through the vents and pipes... He was sly and sneaky like that... Hence why I used to call him 'my fox'

I truly loved him...

I ran into cargo and closed the door with my keycard, I leaned on the door, sweating and panting. Even though I'm fast doesn't mean I'm fit... Not to mention I was running for my life..

I heard them fighting... It sounded brutal...

I heard a chainsaw rev up... I tilted my head.... One thing I knew is that RHM doesn't like chainsaws... So why would he use one..? But that's the thing... He wasn't the one using it... I had realised this... That's when me and the other members in the cargo heard something... The last thing I'd ever heard from RHM... But before that I opened the door to look.. I wish I never had...

I heard rhm scream and saw the bloody mess he had become... Half his face was basically missing.... Including his eye... It. Ugh... I was dangling out of his face... It was still attached but not in its socket... I felt sick... He was bleeding everywhere... That's when the guy had cut off his entire arm, he screamed and cried... The one thing I've never seen or heard him do... Obviously I couldn't blame him...

Although he was probably about to pass out he got up, ready to fight... He was determined... But obviously... He was too weak. He fell to the floor throwing up blood... He'd passed out.. Cold.. Limp... I thought it was the end... The guy had dropped the chainsaw onto his thigh... Cutting off one of his legs... I felt sick and nauseated..

I wanted to throw up so badly... But I couldn't...

I screamed though, and started crying my eyes out, he came to me and grabbed my chain. Throwing me off the stairs in front of the cargo bay door, he ran over without giving me a chance to get up...

At this point I just wanted him to just take me.... Let fate take me when I go to prison... After I've answered all their questions and in useless... But I still wanted to try something....

"you've defeated me and my Right Hand Man... I surrender the clan to you..."

M heart broke and ache... But.. It was worth a shot... He thought and nodded...

I couldn't help but smile a bit... Just a bit... I still wanted to kill him.. And that was my plan... Make him leader... Gang up the other members.. Gain his trust and stab his back... Especially after what he did to my husband....god I'll never forgive him... Especially after what he did next...he got ragdolls and through them off the airship, I looked down as they dropped... But when no one else was looking... That man... He had the fucking cheek to push me off....i remember waking up on the ground... Bleeding.. Dizzy.. Sick... Their in front of me was the general... His favourite soldier and pilot... I then passed out again... I woke up in the government helicopter, my hands in cuffs.. My head pounding in pain... I couldn't help but throw up violently.... My stomach killed....the bastard took my offer and left me to die... He took my clan....

I snapped... One of my eyes were red... Due to the fact I had already snapped before... At an old friend shall I say..?..

I felt pain as I cried my eyes out... It stung... It always has on my red eye.... I felt fury and grief.... I felt pain in my other eye as it was bleeding... I passed out... Cold..

[daemonprom]

dolly.

Kishibe simps come get y’all juice.

pairing: kishibe (chainsaw man) x reader

warnings: age gap (reader is a college student), mentions of alcohol/tobacco, a lil bit of fluff ig, sugar daddy/baby relationship, degradation,  vibrator, facefucking, overstim, dumbification, breeding, uhh there’s a lot lolll, also needless to say mdni

also this is the first fic I’ve published on this acc so I hope you guys enjoy!! I haven’t found a lot of him but this man is so fine istg haha

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That moment he first laid eyes on you that evening, clad in nothing but a shiny latex white bodysuit, some bunny ears standing tall on your head, and some fishnet stockings that complimented your translucent pleasers, he couldn't stop thinking about you. Countless other girls, dressed identically, passed by his table–serving him drink after drink or feeling up on him teasingly–but your face in the dimmed neon lights never left his mind. God, he wanted you so bad. The older man knew he could capture the attention of any girl he wanted (well, almost any girl) just by looking at them–and he was going to capture yours tonight, without a doubt.

He frequented this club either for a good fuck, a good drink, or both. Call him a pervert, but nothing brought him more joy than seeing scantily dressed girls frolic around him as the scent of alcohol reeked through the air.

"Hey, Doll," his gravelly voice greeted you as you finally passed by his table. He was sitting alone with an empty glass in his left hand, dressed oddly formally in a suit complete with a long black coat. He wasn't the first old guy you've encountered at this club–hell, most of them were straight up weirdos–but he was different. He was probably one of the few customers you'd seen that was actually...kind of attractive. He was a bit rough-looking, with an unkempt beard and tired, aged eyes. But he looked strong, too, both physically and mentally. His piercings on both ears shined in the lights above you, and an unusual stitched scar trailed across his left cheek to the corner of his mouth. You didn't know who he was, but you found yourself intrigued.

"Hello," you said slowly. "Would you like me to get you a refill on that drink?"

" 'S alright, Doll." He let out his hand to the seat in front of him. "Why don't you sit with me? Haven't seen you around here before."

"Do you come here often?" you replied, instantly cringing at such a cliché remark as you lowered yourself at the table.

"Only when I need to" was all he said.

"Well...yes. I am new."

" 'S your name, dear?" You answered, to which he replied with a "Wow, that's beautiful." You looked down bashfully, appreciative of the compliment. "So what's your...you know, day job?"

"I'm inclined to ask the same of you," you responded, eyeing the stitches that adorned his hallowed cheeks like embroidery.

He let out a hearty laugh. "You'll find out soon enough." He lowered his voice as he eyed you. "But if you're interested, it makes a nice amount of money and there's room to share."

You froze. Was he...proposing what you thought he was? You had only been here a few days, and you had already encountered a potential sugar daddy? As a college student, working at the mall just wasn't cutting it, so your friend jokingly suggested you apply here. You didn't think you'd get it because of your rather reserved demeanor, but you heard back from the club almost immediately with an offer.

"Um, I--"

"Aww, you're flustered, dear? That's alright, just thought I'd subtly offer you some assistance. You go to the university a few blocks away, don't you?"

You stared at him, flabbergasted. "How...?"

"What a smart girl. I love smart women, you know."

You said nothing as you felt your face get hot.

"So how's about it? Gonna be mine or not?"

"Well...."

"You won't have to work here anymore. I can tell you just dread it. Drunk old men yelling at you to come over, serve 'em another drink, give 'em favors...." He chuckled. "Of course, I guess you could say I'm another drunk old man asking for favors. I'll leave you be if you just tell me to go."

It was true; who knew how many shots of sake he had downed since he stepped into the building. But unlike the other patrons that entered this club, he appeared calm, collected, and fully cognizant of his surroundings. If it weren't for the scent of the drink stinging your nose, you would've believed he was completely sober. You didn't feel too uncomfortable by his words; if anything, you were simply shocked by his forwardness. If he truly was who he said he was, then what was there to lose?

"Who are you? And what do you do?" you eyed him again with a raised eyebrow.

"You can just call me Kishibe," he answered vaguely. Kishibe. You recited the name like a mantra in your head. It was a common surname, but on him it felt...mysterious. Alluring, even. "And for what I do....dear, let's just say you'll be protected with me around."

"Oh-kayy. Well, Kishibe," you said the name slowly, "perhaps I'll take up your offer."

"I knew you would," he said with a smirk. He rose from his seat, and you followed slowly, confused. "Alright, let's book outta here."

"Um...right now? But my shift isn't over until–"

"Fuck the shift. You're quitting, remember?"

"Oh...right, yeah."

You followed him through the sea of tables and girls as he grasped your hand tightly with unbelievable strength, and not simply for his age. The two of you eventually made it out through the French doors and into the dark parking lot. It was nearly one in the morning, and though it was midsummer, you were absolutely freezing in your skimpy bunny girl outfit. You wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself. Before you could look behind you, you felt cloth fall down on your shoulders kindly. You looked above you to see that the older–and much taller–man had removed his coat and was only wearing the flattering white button-up and tie.

“T-thank you, Mr. Kishibe,” you said softly.

He didn’t look at you, but coldly replied, “Just Kishibe.”

“R-right. Thank you, Kishibe.”

He led you to his car, a modest but still attractive red five-seater.

“Wanna start your new job now?” he asked, stopping in front of the car.

“What do you–“

Before you knew it, you felt his hand grasp firmly on your waist and his lips dive into your neck.

“Agh, Kishibe,” you uttered. His hands lowered to squeeze your rear, and you let out a small gasp.

“ ‘S the problem?” he asked as he lifted up his head.

“We should at least go to the car,” you huffed as he continued.

“Mmm, right,” he muttered. Still focused on your neck, he abruptly lifted you off the ground almost effortlessly with a single arm and walked to his car. You were absolutely shocked at how strong this man was. He opened the passenger seat with one of his hands and set you down as you looked up at him, dumbfounded. He then closed the door and walked to the other side, fastening himself in.

“Um, Ki–“ You opened your mouth to speak, but he pulled out a small object from his left pocket. He flipped the switch and you heard a subtle whirring sound from his hand.

He laughed. “Mmm, Doll, this is gonna be so fun.” His hands traveled gingerly onto your thighs, and you looked up at him and sighed. He gave each one a squeeze and smiled, muttering a “fuck” to himself. You remained silent as he used his strong hands to part your legs, then ripped with ease through your stockings and leotard. He chuckled as he looked up at you. “No panties? Naughty girl.” He took his fingers and messed around with your clit a bit.

“K-Kishibe,” you muttered, trying to resist his firm touch to the best of your ability.

“You’re just making it easier for me,” he laughed, shoving the active vibrator in without warning.

“Gah! Kishibe....”

“You’re not gonna cum, right, Doll? You’re gonna be a good girl on the ride home, right?” he asked, both hands now on the steering wheel.

“Mmmngh....”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, then, let’s get going.”

With that, the two of you headed off. You were honestly an embarrassing sight next to him: a writhing, moaning mess. The drunkard kept his eyes on the road, not saying anything but often smirking to himself as your curses grew louder. At stoplights he would pull out his remote and watch as you adjusted to the abrupt increase in intensity of the vibrations. Other than that, he acted almost as if you weren’t there, or so it appeared to you.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you arrived at his condominium complex. He stopped in the parking lot, watching you still calling his name and squirming in the seat next to him.

“So, how’d you do?” You knew he was going to be pissed once he removed the device. He quickly removed the vibrator, to which he was welcomed with a flood of your clear fluids. You let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m s-sorry, Kishibe,” you begged. “I really tried not to cum, honest.”

“Bullshit.” He grabbed you by the shoulder and waist and flipped you over in one swoop. Then, lifting his hand, he smacked your soaked slit. You yelped in reply, still apologizing.

“Gah! I’m...h-hah...sorry!”

He ignored you and smacked you again in the same spot, smiling at your reaction. Then he did it again. And again. Then again, until your labia stung the impact.

“You couldn’t even wait till we got home, huh?”

“I–“

“Suck my cock.”

You were shocked once again at the bluntness of his orders, and tried to form some sort of sentence.

“Don’t just sit there. For a smart girl you shouldn’t be this confused.”

“I-I’m...sorry.” You lowered your head towards the seat next to you, grabbing the zipper of his slacks and pulling it down. The tent in his pants poked through his underwear, and you instinctively bit your bottom lip as you eyed it. You used your hand to caress his bulge teasingly, and he let out a low huff in response. You continued to react to the positive reinforcement, before his hand swooped down and slapped your cheek.

“I said to suck it, bitch. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Your face still burned, but you did as told and rolled his underwear down. His cock sprung before you, hitting your cheek. You moved your head back to get a good look at it. Needless to say, he was fucking hung–and once again, not just for his age. The shaft extended far above him, curved at a slight angle with veins protruding across like vines on a sturdy tree stump. Precum dripped at the tip, tinted a dark mauve, and you licked your lips again at the sight.

You dove in, firmly cupping your hands around the base to give his appendage a gentle massage. Then you planted a soft kiss on the head–to which he grinned–before opening your mouth and moving up and down his length. He let out small sighs, praising you for being a "good little cockwhore", and demanding you to "take more" of him. His words encouraged you to work more diligently to please him, and he was absolutely relishing in your efforts.

Then, without warning, you heard a grunt above you as he rammed his cock into the back of your throat. You reflexively gagged in surprise, to which Kishibe simply chuckled in reply.

“Aww, too big for my little Doll? Too bad.”

He grabbed your hair with his fist with those rough hands, yanking your face to make eye contact with him. “Look at me,” he whispered.

Flustered, you tried to obey him as he began to fuck your face mercilessly. You found yourself flinching every time his balls slapped your face with each movement. As he hastened himself, he found it more difficult to suppress his own voice, and you heard the man blissfully groan above you.

"Such a–fuck–pretty little mouth," he huffed. "You're gonna–huhh–gonna taste me real soon, Doll, okay?" You nodded in response, moving with him as he continued to propel into your face even more violently. He pushed, and shoved, and squeezed himself into your needy mouth, and he grinned at your embarrassing gagging sounds below him.

He released himself with a hefty grunt. You looked up at him, mouth full of his cum and eyes full of your tears, as he looked back down at you with the most devious smile on his face. “Mmm, don’t swallow it yet, Doll.”

He hoisted you again with one arm and pulled your naked body onto his lap in the driver's seat. Your chest rested on the steering wheel as you turned around to see the older man unbutton his shirt and throw it towards the backseat. Then, he forcibly pulled you back up until the back of your head sat on his shoulder.

“Mmm, my cute little Dolly’s gonna feel so good on my cock,” he growled, fingers trailing softly across your body. You gasped as he made his way towards your most sensitive parts between your legs. You could feel his breath, hinted with notes of sake and tobacco, tickling your ear as he whispered, “Spread these cute little thighs for Daddy, now.”

You did as told, feeling your hole stretch in response to his length squishing itself inside you. God, it was huge. You huffed as you arched your back onto his cool chest. He had his firm hands grasped on each of your hips, guiding you as you bounced up and down. Meanwhile, he was pushing himself further into your cervix, letting out bass-filled growls above you.

“Hhh, attagirl....You can swallow now....Go a little faster, will ya? Show me how bad you want this cock.”

“Mmngh, y—hah!—yes, sir,” you yelped in response, gulping as you savored his seed traveling down your esophagus. You picked up the pace, tightening your walls around him, rotating your hips as your tits bounced even more erratically.

You heard him laugh as one of his hands found its way to your chest, fingers toying playfully around one of your nipples. Then he lifted his other hand, squeezing it tightly around your neck. Your strained moans struggled to escape you as you tried to keep pace with his deep thrusts.

“That didn’t mean slow down,” he hissed. “I’m not choking you as hard as I can, Doll.”

“ ‘m sorry, sir,” you whined, moving faster.

You continued to ride him as you felt the buildup warm up inside you. You felt that same sensation develop: the same sensation from earlier when he had teased you with his toy, on the verge of cumming again.

“K-Kishibe...” you croaked.

“What—agh—what is it?”

“I’m gonna....I can’t h-hold it,” you told him, still limited by his firm grasp around your vocal chords. “Please l-let me cum, I’m b-begging.”

He just let out another hearty laugh, ignoring your cries while he fucked you even harder.

“P-please, sir....”

And then it happened. Your legs shook around him as your slick poured down his cock and tears rolled down your guilty eyes.

“I’m s-sorry!” you yelled, expecting him to chastise you for disobeying his demands. But he said nothing. Hell, he just pushed himself inside even faster, thrusting with that same focused determination. You cried even more, begging him to slow down, to stop, but the words wouldn’t reach you. You felt yourself growing brain dead, craving nothing but for his giant cock to bury itself deeper within you.

“Y’like that, Dolly? Like me fucking you like this, even though you want me to slow down?” You let out complete gibberish in response. “Or maybe you like it rough? At this rate, I could get you pregnant and you wouldn’t object, couldn’t I?”

“Nmggfsh,” you answered, trembling at his forceful movements.

“Gonna use your words? Or are you just gonna be a dumb slut?”

Your voice cracked and your brain clouded. You could understand him just fine, but you just couldn’t find the words to respond. You continued to let out unintelligible vocalizations as he fucked your hole with more intensity, with more vigor, with more abstractness, more–

"Gah!" The two of you screamed in unison as you felt his warm fluid splash inside your womb and down your thighs. You fell back into his arms as he cradled you against the seat. His sunken eyes looked down at you affectionately.

“You did so good, Dolly,” he said kindly.

Regathering your thoughts and catching your breath, you found the words to tell him, “Thank you, Kishibe.”

He rubbed your cheek with the back of his hand, and you felt his chest rumble as he let out an amiable chuckle.

“Gonna be mine now? Promise to treat you real nice, baby.”

“Mm-hmm,” you cooed.

“We can stay here for awhile, then you can come into my place to stay the night. We can head to your dorm to get your stuff in the morning.”

“That sounds great,” you replied sincerely.

Still warming his cock inside you, the two of you remained in Kishibe's car, closing your eyes to take in the ambient sounds of planes and passing vehicles outside. You weren't fully sure of what you had gotten yourself into, but if it felt like this...well, you guessed that you'd made the right decision.

[tiredbitchwithagun]

How the slashers (thomas, bubba, and Vincent ). Would react to there s/o being kidnapped and tried to be taken away but failed. Tw: blood kidnapping death and attempted r*pe. (Fem reader)

Thomas

You were outside doing laundry, and nothing unusual was going on. You stood up and stretched getting the last peace of clothing up. All you wanted was some tea. So you went inside to get some only for you to be lifted up in the air. "what are you doin"?! You yelled at the intruder he only ran out of the house with you in his arms. You punched him but he threw you down turned you over and broke your arm. "Shut up"! He yelled at you you tried to get up only for him to grab your leg and break that. A scream rang out of you. You weren't to far from the house thinking someone could hear you.

Thomas pov:

Wheres y/n shes usually here by now. I went up the stairs to see why everything was so quiet. Hoyt was at the store with mama. Monty was asleep and y/n? Where is she. As I walked faster to our room shes not there. I went outside to see if I could see anything. But just as I was out the door, I saw it a tipped over laundry basket. Then I heard it a scream it was y/n's I ean inside and grabbed my chainsaw. Then ran out the front door.

Back to you.

You kicked with your ok leg and tried to get away from you. "STOP ALREADY BITCH"! he yelled again you fought back kicking and screaming. He then thought it was gonna be funny to do something. He pinned you down and started to choke you.

Thomas pov

As I got closer I heard more screaming then "STOP ALREADY BITCH"! then it went quiet. I ran faster and saw that in the middle of the road some guy and y/n.

Back to you

You saw thomas run into the road a scream left your lips as you kicked the guy choking you. "Tomm-" your words were cut off by a cough from you the man pressing harder. "Will you shut up already whore-" a blade pierced right through his stomach. There was thomas anger in his eyes. "Are you ok"? He asked you."no he broke my arm and my leg". He then saw that you did infact have a broken leg and arm. He picked you up and took you home.

Later

You sat there arm wrapped and leg in calmness. Thomas walked in, "hey how are you feeling"? "A bit better". You said laying on him. Falling asleep.

Bubba

Alright so here you were singing and dancing in the kitchen. You thought you were alone however when you turned you saw one of bubba's victims standing behind you. "My my you are really pretty you know that"? The man stared at you. "Uhm I'm takin you said trying to get away. He went to grab you and ended up with you kicking him in the balls. He fell then grabbed your foot while trying to stand up. Since you were running you fell when he did that. "Back up"! You yelled trying get him off you. He had a death grip on you. "No". Was all he said then he got up threw you over his shoulder and ran all the way to the gas station. Bad move for him. As soon as he walked in with you drayton looked at him. "Sir I'm sorry but can I use your phone"? The man asked drayton. "Ahh sure". Drayton said eying the fact he knew you weren't here at your own will. As soon as drayton was out of reach the man pulled you aside and kept you held down. "Say anything and I will kill you".drayton came in with bubba. Bubba saw you and walked towards you and the man. "Hey man this is my girlfriend". The man said bubba looked at you to seeyo having a disgusting look on you face. "No mine". Bubba said cutting the man killing him. He put the knife down as you jumped up and hugged him he held you tight. "Mhm y/n". "I love you said".

Vincent

A group came into Ambrose. A group of two males and two girls. You had been cleaning up when suddenly you felt something grabb you and held you down. There the man held you down "vin-" you were about to yell when he punched dead in the face picking you up and running. When he got the a random part of the small town he posed you down and started to try to take your belt and pants but you kicked him. He only grabbed you neck and started to pulle your shirt up. It was off. You screamed loud. When he went to pull your pants down. A knife flew through his stomach.

"Dont ever touch her again". Vincent said as you went to grab your shirt. Vincent looked away as you put on the clothes. He then hugged you. "Are you ok love"? He asked you. You dug your head into his shoulder. "Now I do".

[59writes]

SEVENTEEN- REACTION: THEIR S/O GETS INJURED (PT. 1)

written for the lovely @honeyylin

again, thank u for being my first request, I will love u eternally (:

I might do the other version still, idk yet!!! but I hope this is satisfactory!!!

(also shout out to my phone for autocorrecting “finally” to “fistula” I hate it here lol)

tw: food, injury

SEUNGCHEOL

• Homeboy would do his damn best to stay focused on whatever task at hand!!!

• he knows you’re a responsible person and you reassured him on the phone that you’re completely fine, but he’s still got the jitters

• but after he zones out for the third time in a row, Jihoon kicks him out of the studio and tells him to go home

• “you’ll do better there, hyung.”

• “But… the songs-“

• “you’re not exactly contributing right now. go home.”

• and so he does, fidgeting the whole way back

• his anxiety is truly at a peak as he reaches the apartment door, practically chewing through his lip as he fumbles with the keys

• he calls your name the second the door swings open

• “y/n?”

• your head pops up from the couch, tired but grinning wildly. “Cheol!”

• the next thing you know he’s wrapping you in a hug, tension finally leaving him

• “I thought you were at the studio.” You frown when he finally moves away.

• “Jihoon made me leave.” He pouts, sitting down on the floor, eyes even with your leg, which is propped up on a chair. “I was too… out of it?”

• “Aw. I’m really okay, Cheol.” You assure again, reaching down to grab his hand, giving it a squeeze.

• “I know, I know. Just… worried.”

• It’s very clear he’s trying not to make a fuss and ask a million questions about the state of your existence, so you pat the couch next to you.

• “C’mon, we’ve got the day off now. Do you wanna finish the show?”

• His face reluctantly breaks into a grin, hopping up to join you on the couch

• and both of you forget about the pains for a little while as you lose yourself in the screen

• it’s peaceful and warm, and finally, you both get a chance to slow down

• maybe you should get injured more often (/j)

JEONGHAN

• he trusts that you’re completely fine, but he does not trust that you won’t somehow hurt yourself again

• he will babyproof the house for the next few days

• “nope, you’re not allowed to chop vegetables. give me the celery.”

• “hey! let me get that, idiot, you’re hurt.”

• “I don’t care. If you want the cat then text me and I’ll get her for you.”

• just generally being a nuisance, you know how it is

• but still, in his babyproofing he does make sure you take your pain meds on time, setting a little alarm on his phone so he can wake you up with a glass of water and your pills

• he also doordashes you your favorite food without announcing like he just says “Steve is on his way with food” and you have to just ponder who Steve is until some guy knocks on your door

• “he paid me extra to say that you’re the love of his life, so…”

• “let’s not and say we did.”

• he always makes sure to order something sweet too (:

• but yeah he’s doing work around the house and forcing you to stay in bed

• tbh it’s like having a very bossy butler lol

• but hey, at least he’s actually doing his own laundry for once!

JOSHUA

• oh my god he drops everything when he gets your text

• it’s literally just “hey josh can I get some help? I hurt myself moving some furniture” and this man goes feral

• you know how someone is so anxious that their brain shuts off and they’re scarily calm??? Joshua.

• he’s at your house in like, five minutes

• and tbh you just wanted him to finish moving the bookshelf so you didn’t have to

• but now he’s gently scolding you while wiping dirt and blood from your leg

• it’s not even that big of a cut but he’s treating it like open heart surgery

• like his hands are so gentle…

• of course he moves the bookshelf after a little more scolding before like,,, making soup like this man would definitely make soup

• like it’s just an annoying cut that’s gonna leave a bruise and this man is making some chicken noodle in the next room over like you’re dying of pneumonia

• it’s some good ass soup tho (:

JUN

• he would not know what to do tbh but he would be excellent company while you waited to heal

• he’d definitely be very panicky but would hide it as best he could!! cuz you’re the top priority!!!

• he’d lurk and when you get up he’d be like “do you need anything? aspirin? food?” and you’re just like “Jun I’m good I just need to go to the bathroom”

• he definitely knows exactly what you like, and does his best to do things like keep your favorite show on, or make you tea.

• (even when you assure him that you’re fine)

• his help is very random and antsy but still excellent lol

• and the fact that he’s constantly here to help really proves how much he cares about you and your health (:

HOSHI

• oh god, this man

• he’d be all over the place

• overreacting and then scolding and then just zoning out and then he falls asleep smh.

• this man would get out a chainsaw and ask which door you stubbed your toe on so he can destroy it lol

• but alas, no chainsaw is around (thank goodness)

• and so Soonyoung just gets to blame everything else while you’re replacing bandages or whatever

• like, he’s going on about how “just because they have safety stickers on ladders doesn’t mean they’re safe!!” and you’ll hold out your hand for gauze and he’d instinctively just grab it and put it in your hand even though he’s on a bit of a rampage

• he also most definitely is the kind to get a stuffed animal for when you’re hurt lol like every time you get sick or injured badly he gets you a bear that says “get well soon” on its stomach or on the heart it holds in its hands and eventually you just have a pile of creatures encouraging you to be healthy

WONWOO

• this man is just. excellent

• he’s caring without being demeaning, and is just so so so helpful

• he comes home and sees your arm bandaged up and just asks what happened

• and you tell him the story and he tries to hide his smile when he hears about your dumb mistake

• but still he’s patient and willing to help!!

• it’s like he could read your mind on what you needed and would just materialize behind you with a drink or an aspirin or something

• and he’d stay in the room with you whenever he could, reading or texting silently

• it was nice having such a caring presence next to you, even if he didn’t chat much

• I mean, the quiet helped you nap more easily too

• and somehow whenever you woke up, he was still there, keeping an eye on you

• if he had to leave for whatever reason he’d gently wake you up to let you know he was headed out and to call him if you need anything

• he makes the healing process peaceful (:

WOOZI

• when he hears the news he’s just. suddenly very very quiet

• like this man is out of it.

• he brushes off the others when they ask what happened, and makes it through the day fairly uneventfully

• when he gets home you almost don’t hear him, only noticing when he shuts the door

• “Jihoon?”

• He beelines straight to you before wrapping you in a huge hug. big tight hug.

• definitely swaying back and forth a little <3

• but you’re just like “woah ok bud what’s up with you”

• and one look at his face says everything

• it’s just been so much: the stress of a comeback, dealing with the managers and the other boys, and then his s/o gets hurt on top of that?

• maybe he needs a break too

• and so you both take one

• I hope you like sleeping lol

• basically you guys take the next few days to recover, just ordering food up and watching shows in silence before falling asleep together on the couch or even the floor once (hey the rug is soft!!!)

• and one day you wake up to find your injury no longer aching

• and the bed is empty next to you

• so you get up and peer down the hallway

• and Jihoon is in the kitchen, playing soft classical music while cutting vegetables

• he notices as you approach, silently offering you a carrot stick

• “I see you’re feeling better too?”

• he nods.

• you both spend the rest of the morning waking up again, cleaning the house and making food, Jihoon’s energy and personality slowly coming back too

• maybe your break wasn’t as much of him taking care of you, but you taking care of each other

• almost as if you’re tied together somehow, your ups and downs mutual

• either way, after that you’re both a lot more aware of the balance and way of recovery you two have

• and you can predict things in advance for next time!

[sugawara5]

random things that could happen with the bsd characters on a walk

this is literally 70% crack please don't take this too seriously also a bit of suggestive content and cussing

Atsushi Nakajima: You'll probably be approached by every single cat in the neighborhood and Atsushi will stop to pet them. It's cute until they're all scratching your legs and laying dead rats at your feet. Dazai Osamu: At least two women will come up to you both, slap him out of nowhere and tell him that they're gonna cut his dick off if they ever see him again. If you're attentive, you'll see Akutagawa at every street corner stalking you guys. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke: If you're lucky enough to walk with him, it'll probably be at night. He'll want to grab your hand but forgets he coughed blood on it earlier so you feel a slick, cold thing touch your palm and instinctively slap it away. You realize it was his hand and there's an awkward silence for the rest of the walk. He cries about it later. Chuuya Nakahara: Will try to impress you so hard, especially using his ability. 100% will beat up any guy that would try and approach you. Accidentally punches someone you know that was coming up to you to say hi. The rest of your "walk" is spent in the hospital where your friend is bedridden with 4 broken bones and a bloody nose. Kunikida Doppo: There's a strict schedule. You'll have 11 minutes and 46 seconds to complete your walk, or on weekends 30 minutes and 56 seconds. While walking, you'll try to talk to him about something but it always just ends with him complaining about Dazai's dumbassery. Ranpo Edogawa: Prepare a route for your walk before hand and make sure not to pass any sweet shops unless you want your wallet emptied. He'll hold your hand like a kid and skip along the path- but will leave you without a second thought if he sees a stray cat cause he wants to give it to Fukuzawa. Yosano Akiko: Literally the best person to go on a walk with. She'll pick up a flower and put it in your hair cause she thinks it'll look pretty on you. Don't get hurt though. Not even a grazed knee cause the moment she sees it, she'll bring her chainsaw out. Fukuzawa Yukichi: Will fucking dip your ass if he sees a barking dog. Have fun trying to keep up with the DILF. Peepaw can run faster then you might think. (blame tik tok for that nickname btw) Gin Akutagawa: She doesn't talk much but will quietly whisper things to you if you're close to her. Ignores Tachihara like a fucking plague and if you run into her brother you're going to get stabbed-unless you happen to be Dazai Osamu. Which of course, you'll never be. Michizō Tachihara: He's gonna try and get into your pants at a park bench at one in the morning. Some drunk girl stumbles by and asks if she can join you guys. You leave after Tachihara says yes. Ichiyō Higuchi: Bisexual queen and anyone can tell. She simps for the Akutagawa Siblings while you guys walk but you can't blame her cause you're doing the same thing. Links your arms together. Kouyou Ozaki: Spends the whole time talking about Kyouka and how cute she is, probably starts tearing up about it cause she wants her back home. You once said she was acting like Killua's mother from Hunter X Hunter. She almost decapitated you. Ogai Mori: Elise tags along always and people comment on how you guys look like a cute family. Mori doesn't appreciate you replying with, "I rather die than marry an alternate universe Dino." Elise thinks you're fucking funny as hell. Fyodor Dostoevsky: God complex motherfucker will death stare anyone who just as much as jaywalks and call them a "sinner". Rats follow him around and he has a throne in the sewers with "Rat King" spelled out above it in red spray paint. Unfortunately for you- it actually looks aesthetic so he takes you there for your walk. Nikolai Gogol: You'll probably end up dead but it'll be the best fucking walk you ever take. Starts talking about how everyone's a bird in a cage and probably farts every few minutes cause he ate beans for lunch. Randomly moans cause he thinks its funny. Sigma: Takes you to somewhere cute like a library and would try to kiss you at the end of the walk. But he gets nervous, trips, and falls on his face. Gogol's

recording it all behind a bush to send to Fyodor later. Edgar Allen Poe: Karl's usually in his coat so whenever you go near him he smells like a whole ass zoo cause Karl's a fucking player and as railed various she-racoons from all over Yokohama. Your walks look like a fucking pandemic with social distancing and shit. Mark Twain: Just like Tachihara, if he likes you he's gonna try and rail you somewhere. Gets cockblocked by Hawthorne who throws a whole ass cross as his head and knocks him out. He later proposes to you cause the only way Hawthorne will let you fuck is when you get married. Jouno Saigiku: He's not going to open his eyes. No matter what. You don't know if he's sleep walking or actually awake and listening to you. But it's YOU who trips and falls- into his arms. It's romantic till he drops you on purpose cause he needed to scratch an itch.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Eager

For @itsthesinbin who asked:  "You must have really wanted this, huh?" With Leatherface and an afab s/o(Thomas Hewitt preferred. Bubba's a family member's nickname dsfjdskjf,,,) Pwease? I always like to imagine he'd just be like.... so eager if he got an s/o

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Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Relationship: Leatherface (Thomas Hewitt)/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader has a vulva but is gender neutral, mentions briefly of canonical violence, Premature ejaculation, Thomas has a chode

Words: 1.2k

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It’s not like you didn’t realize the signs around you. Nor were you one to ignore them. Where specific food came from was none of your business, the family’s dietary plan was, again, also none of your business. The screams that came from the woods? Easily ignored by turning up your music. The soft cries from the basement? Ignored by napping.

You didn’t involve yourself in it- sometimes you were forced to be involved. Like when one of the survivors would see you walking outside or down the street to clear your head and would come up to you screaming their head off. About the deranged killers, that a ‘guy with a chainsaw’ was coming to get them. You tried not to get involved, but when you forced to? It annoyed you.

They didn’t think twice when you led them the same way you were walking, or knocked them out with a strong hit to the temple- especially if they grabbed you. And by the time you HEARD the chainsaw revving and seeing your huge boyfriend show up, you’d just pat Thomas’ shoulder as his chainsaw came to a pause, kiss him where he wasn’t bloodied on his masked cheek (after he’d lean down) and tell him to clean up after he got home.

~Rest under the cut~

You’d been welcomed into the family years ago- you were one of Thomas’ close friends, and as far as you were aware, his only friend. It had been sad to you, even as a kid he’d wear a mask and it probably didn’t help that he just kept growing and growing and growing. You were used to the family by now, and it wasn’t long before your friendship blossomed into something more on a warm summer night where you said fuck the school dance and stayed with him. You had danced in the barn, some record playing and you’d tried to dip him, only for you two to fall over with you laughing and his shoulders shaking in silent amusement.

You hadn’t...done much past a bit of bumping and grinding. You both had to learn to be quiet, which was hard with your shared creaky bed and the home with thin walls. Sometimes you’d straddle Thomas, let him grab you tight as you ground into him and he’d always cum so early with these quiet squeals that you’d try to smother with kisses or covering his mouth with your hand.

Recently Thomas would let you know he was in the mood by laying a hand on your thigh under the table at dinner and squeezing. Or when you were in bed, he’d shyly push his hands up under your top and rest them at your belly, never edging further up.

It’s not as if Thomas wasn’t always so eager to have you. To touch you, to be held by you; You never minded in the slightest. Especially when he’d get confident enough to let his mask be set aside so you could kiss his face all over until his shy smile turned into him trying to catch your lips with his own.

No, no, as of recent it was getting...ballsier. Where he’d grunt into your neck when you’d murmur his name in confusion as his fingers would skitter across the waistband of your sleeping pants, nose at your nape and plunge his fingers into you. He kept making a point of touching you more often, as if he was eager to have his tongue or fingers in you at all points in time.

You figure out why when you murmur in Thomas’ ear one night when he’s got his fingers inside of you, “You want to be inside me, baby? Wanna cum inside me?” And like an eager puppy he makes this little sound like a whine and near about wiggles his whole body.

It was too cute.

You make him wait a week. A week after you figure out what he actually wants. And Thomas acts like a starved dog chasing you around, especially when you limit his touching to just kisses and rutting against you through clothing. It makes you feel oddly wanted- desired extensively in a way that sometimes you yearned for.

When the week ends and everyone is in bed, you make a ‘come here’ motion at Thomas towards the bed and watch as he nearly trips trying to get out of his clothes.

When you’re finally both ready and settled, you straddle his hips, legs spread across his broad form as you rock your hips over his cock. It’s thick, but short, a good about five inches but thick enough you can’t circle your fingers around it. Your lower lips sandwich it, able to peek down and watch how shiny his cock gets with your own slick and how his pre-cum bubbles at the head attractively.

Thomas has got one burly, hairy arm thrown over his unmasked face, but you can see him burning. His longer hair is framed around him, his breathing heavy and lips parted, sounding a bit like a starved animal.  

So cute.

“You must have really wanted this, huh, baby? You’re practically drooling for it.” You coo out to him quietly, trying not to be too loud but unwilling to let this moment go to waste. The whine pulled from his throat is near instant, his arm falling so his hand can catch you at your hip with shaking, clammy fingers. Your own hand falls over his mouth, leaning your weight down onto him so you can tilt your body forward before slowly sinking onto his cock.

You apply pressure over his mouth, pressing your body down onto Thomas’ knowing his reaction would be extreme.

You’re right, his eyes slam open before shutting from overstimulation as his head tries to twist, but your grip holds him. He near about makes a squeal sound behind your hand as you sink down onto his girth, feeling each inch burn pleasantly even with added prep and lube.

By now both his hands have found home on your waist, squeezing and shaking underneath you as you rock your hips until you can take the last inch.

“Atta boy,” You whisper, close enough to his ear that your lips brush it. Thomas immediately whines behind your hand, hearing and feeling how hard he breathes through his nose and how bruising his grip is on your body. You smile, nipping his ear lobe and tracing kisses down his neck.

You roll your hips once, twice, and upon the third time where your hips start to come up, Thomas slams you back down onto his cock before you even make it an inch up. You feel the telltale jerking inside of you, how his breathing is choked and choppy, and the muffled squeals behind your hand.

Warmth fills you from his cum, each jerk from his cock feeling strained and elongated. You bite your lip to try and hide a smile, letting his hands scrabble across your hips when you feel him trying to hump inside of you to no avail.

“That’s a good boy, think you can do one more?” You murmur against his warmed cheek, pressing an equally warm kiss there.

You know he could. He’s such a good boy for you, Thomas would hate to disappoint.

And you’d hate to not be able to hear him cry like that again tonight.

[sadlysober]

like to watch you suffer

Dream Team roomates x gn!reader Summary: Youre playing a scary game and your roommates come in to laugh at you support you. Warnings: swearing, shitty description of bloody/creepy things. lmk when you find any! A/N: just watched Tommy’s fnaf stream and i died. If you have any tips, requests or ideas, feel free to send them in :)

Starting up Twitch with hesitation as you check your subscriber count one last time to be sure. You reached your subgoal on your last stream and promised the chat to play a spooky game. Playing mostly family friendly games and usually with a group of friends, you weren’t exactly excited to be playing 2017′s Resident Evil 7. Clips from Jack and Felix only made you dread this moment even more. Appearantly your chat loves seeing you scared shitless.

You start your stream as you normally would: greating the chat, answering some dono’s. “I actually hate you guys for making me do this. But we’re gonna try it anyways. I have a slight idea what’s coming and am mentally not prepared, so let’s see how long I will last before crapping my pants.” You force a smile at your camera and start the game.

The first hour was doable, a couple of jumpscares and some bloody stuff. A few of the jumpscares made you squeal, while the disgusting cutscenes made you want to throw up. Losing your focus on the game as you read some of the dono’s. A lot of them were about the game and people wishing you a good stream. A couple of questions about the Dream Team popped up. “What is George up to? I think he might be streaming as well I’m not -” The loud noise in your headphones, accompanied by a bloody faces canabal with a chainsaw made you shriek, followed by a ton of swear words and you taking of your headphones, rolling your chair away from your desk.

As you sit a couple of feet away from your desk you hear a door closing and footsteps in the hallway. You open your door and call out. “Gogy?” Your chat can’t hear the boy answering you. “You busy? No? Want to join my suffering? Yeah ofcourse you do, bring a chair!” The dark haired boy walks into your room rolling his chair in, a tad too excited. Your chat went insane, seeing him come through the door.

“You already died? Damn, N/N.” He teased, sitting down next to you. His legs propped up on his chair, face popping in and out of the frame.

“Would you like to try, Gogy?” You mimicked his accent, causing George to lean back into his chair. “Alright, goodluck not dying.” He said in the saltiest voice he could. You put your headphones back on, plugging in a second pair for George and handing him the headphones. You continue playing the game, almost getting used to the disgustingness of the house.

“N/N, I have to agree with chat, seeing you being a scaredy cat is hilarious.” In the meantime you’re turning into Y/N “I am going to shit myself” Y/L/N. George just laughs at you while hanging out with the chat. Yet he too flinches at the jumpscares. “Guys, the reason you can’t see George right now is because he is a big pussy.” You laugh, recieving a soft punch to your arm in return.

Another half hour of you and George sitting on the edges of your chairs until Nick decides to have some fun. After hearing you yell a couple of times he’d tune into your stream. He waited for the right moment; you had just finished a cut scene and was wandering though the dark house that felt like a maze. The squeaky sound of the door opening made you lean back in your chair a bit more, as if something or someone would jump out of the room behind it.

The door behind you flew open with a loud bang, causing you and George to yielp. Followed by another jumpscare in the game. “Fuck you Sapnap, you little shit cunt fuck you-” You utter under your breath as you try your best not to die in game.

“Sapnap!” George whined. “What? I heard there was a party.” The boy stood in your doorframe, a cheeky grin covering his face. “Can I join?” He somewhat asked, already pulling out a chair to sit down besides you.

“Fine, but no more messing around or I’ll end the fucking stream guys.” Your chat excitedly greated him. Spamming you there will be a savepoint in a bit. “Alright guys I’m just gonna go for one more savepoint, if i don’t die from adrenaline overdose by then.”

The boys on your sides bickered while you were trying to find the way out. “Go left.” Nick hinted. “Don’t listen to him, N/N.” George told you. They were like some twisted kind of devil/angel pair on your shoulders. “Have you played this before Gogy?” Nick spat, looking over to the boy on the other side of you. “No, but they came from-” He tried to defend himself, before getting cut off. “That’s what I thought, leave it to the pro then.” 

Trusting Nick’s gut you followed his instruction and went left. The sound of your footsteps are accompanied by heavy breathing, you look around with the little light you have. When you don’t immediatly die and thank Nick for the advice. A loud noice makes you turn around as you watch some creepy dolls fall down. “The sounds are honestly the creepiest thing about this game.” You say, continuing to walk around the room, looking for clues. Nick watches you, unbothered by the scary sounds as he doesn’t have any headphones on. “Chat why do you keep spamming ‘DEATH’? I’m not dying, I am clearly a pro.” You say proudly, not being as scared and jumpy as you had been. Yet the grin appearing on Nick’s face is telling you you should be. Moments later it became clear why. A loud screech, followed by one of the residents running towards you holding an axe and piercing the weapon through your chest.

The boy next to you dies of laughter, panting as he tries to catch his breath. “Your face- oh my god you face.” You shake your head at the boy. “Why did I even trust you in the first place. I thought you knew where the exit was.” You say, a tiny bit dissapointed in yourself for falling for it, but also laughing as George almost falls out of his chair from laughter. “Oh, but I do know where the exit is.” Nick teases. You look the boy dead in the eye and start debating whether or not to continue the game.

“100 subs and they’ll continue.” George tells your chat. “Guys, no-” It only took a couple of seconds until the counter was halfway there.

dreamwastaken has gifted 50 subs: go until the next savepoint

"Let’s go, N/N, you heard the big man.” You look straight into your camera and sigh. Alt-tabbing to swearword at Clay on Discord before going back to the game. “I hate every single one of those 50 subs and Dream. One more savepoint and that’s it!” 

George nudges your arm, asking if Clay can join your little scary party. “Do I really need more critisism? What do we think chat? Spam 1 if you want Dream here, 2 if you don’t.” The chats start pouring in. “No, you’re supposed to spam 2 guys! Why aren’t you on my side. Argh, fine.” You shut your camera off and wait for Clay to come in. “No face reveal today guys.” George comments on your chat going crazy.

“You can sit on my lap Dream.” Nick said jokingly, tapping his lap. “I’d rather sit on George’s.” “No way.” The boys bicker back and forth. 

“Dream, get out of the frame I’m turning my camera back on.” The tall guy settles on your bed, being able to see your monitor and the two guys next to you.

“Why do you keep dying, N/N?” He teases as you respawn in game.

“Think you can do better?” You ask, taking a right this time.

“I know I can.” You hear him mutter from the bed behind you.

You press pause, taking your hand of the controller. “Alright guys, you're all talk, why don’t you give it a try huh.”

“Cause we like watching you suffer.” Clay answers. You look over to your roommates, each and every one of them grinning at you.

With a loud sigh you continue playing the game, causing a lot of giggles and teasing as you almost have a heart attack. Nick and Clay keep their commentary coming as George mainly focusses on your chat. You get to the savepoint and finally end the stream.

Turning around in your chair so you face Clay. “I really hate you guys, that was the scariest shit I’ve ever played.”

George rests his arm on your shoulder. “No you don’t.”

“You love us.” Nick adds.

[torikengel]

Thomas Hewitt x Reader (Part 11)

“You, did you see Jenn?” the guy was freaking out.

“S-she is upstairs…” you mumbled because the guy had a knife, and you were unarmed, and well, it was the right thing to do.

“Okay, help me out here! We can escape together!” he turned to the kitchen counter and grabbed another knife, then handed it over to you. He thought you were one of the victims, which was true to an extent.

Then you both heard loud drumming on the floor; it was Monty. He banged with his cane as loud as he could. Hoyt finally heard it and swiftly bolted out of the room, leaving the girl screaming on the bed.

“Jennifer!” the guy shouted as he ran to the stairs, only to see Hoyt standing above him.

“Thomas, what the hell is happening!” Hoyt hissed. “Boy, where are you, come out and help me!” he panted as he backed away to the room. The guy ran up the stairs, but Hoyt was faster, and after realizing the victim escaped, he went back to his room and got a police revolver. When the boy saw his girlfriend lying on the bed all bloody, he wanted to attack Hoyt with a knife, but then he saw the gun. Two loud bangs echoed through the house as a deadly silence replaced screams of the girl. The guy stepped back and fell down the stairs, stunned by witnessing his girlfriend’s death.

“Damn, you are one lucky bastard, she was very tight,” Hoyt smirked as he appeared again, slowly creeping down the stairs, aiming the revolver at the guy. However, the boy crawled away from the stairs, the bullet missing his torso by an inch.

“Damn it, you are annoying!” Hoyt scoffed, “Hey, you! Let’s go, we have to get out of here! Noah is waiting outside.” The guy turned to you. You were in utter shock and couldn’t move a single muscle.

He grabbed your hand and ran towards the door, dragging you along. This man was pulling you the right way. It was the logical thing to do. Hoyt ran after you, but he missed two shots, and the guy shut the door behind you as you escaped out of the house. Freedom. You could go home, be with your family, enjoy life however you like. This is it; this guy lead you in the correct direction. That’s just what you needed, a little push to make this choice. You could see another person limping away from the house in front of you… probably Noah, as he called him, the second guy. He was holding Thomas’s cleaver. You’ve already run a fair distance away from the Hewitt’s mansion, and this other guy fell a bit behind as his calf was giving up on him. But the thing haunting you was Thomas’s cleaver in that guy’s hand… that meant… Thomas… Tears filled your eyes, and your pace was slowing down. The logical perspective you thought you were able to grasp just now was being clouded by sorrow, and you became unsure of your actions. Thomas. He didn’t come out of the basement when Luda called… when Hoyt called. Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar noise. This sound would terrify most people, but to you, it was like a pleasant melody right now. The revving of the chainsaw as Thomas rushed outside the front door. Your heart skipped. It wasn’t fear you felt… you were relieved. You turned your head only to see Thomas running after you. But you noticed something wasn’t right. He was wounded, bloody, and it was his blood. He was slow, not able to catch up. But behind him was a figure of Hoyt holding a gun, and this time he didn’t miss. The guy with a cleaver running behind you fell.

“You bastard!” the guy dragging you let go of you and went after Noah to help him, then they whispered something to each other. You were completely frozen. Noah, who was just shot, lied down into the grass and stopped moving. His friend stepped back; towards you. Thomas was finally able to catch up to you. He walked over Noah’s body and raised his chainsaw to strike at the guy standing in front of you. You smiled. Thomas was here to… save you from the people trying to rescue you. SO very ironic. Your feelings didn’t make any sense, but you didn’t care… Thomas was alive, and he would take you back… But your smile turned into a grimace of hopelessness as you witnessed the cleaver burying in Thomas’s shoulder. Thomas grunted in pain as he let the chainsaw fall on the ground and instinctively grabbed his wounded shoulder.

“Good shit Mason.” Noah grinned as he kicked Thomas in the back with his healthy leg. “Damn, I thought you were seriously dead this time.” Mason, the guy who dragged you here, came closer to Thomas.

“Nah, that geezer hit the same leg again. It fucking hurts, though.” Noah panted as he was trying to keep his balance.

“How is this ugly bastard alive, though? We got him good down in the basement.” Mason spat in Thomas’s face.

“You will pay for this retard! And I will enjoy every second of it! You tried to cut off my legs. Now we will see how you do without your head.” Mason smirked and put a knife to Thomas’s neck. You counted in your head… six bullets. Which meant Hoyt was out of ammo. Your body was trembling. Thomas was hurt, and so were you, it pained you to see him in such a state. As the guy prepared to slice Thomas’s neck, he screamed: “Burn in h-“ But he couldn’t finish the insult as a sharp knife pierced his neck and splattered you with warm blood. Thomas’s eyes widened when he saw the blade penetrating Mason’s flesh. Blood was gushing out of his mouth, and he dropped down to the ground, revealing your scared form with a bloody hand. You didn’t want him to insult Thomas like this… It made your blood boil. You couldn’t control your anger. In your eyes, Thomas didn’t deserve to die.

“Behind you!” you screamed as Noah attempted to strike again. Thomas turned around and before the boy had a chance to cut him again, Thomas grabbed his arm so aggressively that the guy let the cleaver fall as Thomas’s grip crushed his bone.

“You bitch, what are you doing!” Noah tried to crawl away as he cussed you out. “Are you crazy? We were trying to help you!” Thomas gathered his last strength to pick up the chainsaw and you watched in horror as Noah’s head no longer had a place on his body. Guilt and shame enveloped you. Then Thomas turned to you. Maybe he would kill you too? Because you ran away, even if it wasn’t your call. But Thomas’s eyes said it all… he let the chainsaw down and then fell on his knees while letting out shrieks of pain.

“Tommy…” you kneeled down, sobbing. “It will be okay, everything will be fine, I promise.” You whimpered and caressed his cheek. You put Thomas’s arm around your neck and with all your strength tried to help him stand up again. Without Thomas’s input, you wouldn’t be able to budge, but he wasn’t a weakling, so he managed to rise.

“Help! Please, help us!” you yelled at the top of your lungs. Hoyt rushed over to you and helped you get Thomas back into the house.

*

Luda was already untied as Monty managed to help her out in the meantime.

“My boy!” she cried out when she saw the condition her son was in.

You were stunned, in a complete state of shock, fresh blood still dripping from your hand. That guy wanted to help you by giving you a knife for self-defense. But you ended up stabbing him…  The scene kept replaying in your head. It nauseated you so much you had to try extremely hard to prevent yourself from throwing up. Now you’ve done it. You became a murderer. An innocent person who tried to save you was dead because you decided to protect your captor and you couldn’t bring yourself to justify your actions in any way.

Luda hurried over to her son to help treat his wounds, but Thomas grunted and shook his head, only to raise his hand and point at you. He understood the state you were in far too well; he knew what must’ve been going through your head. You needed the support more than him; he was already a monster. You, on the other hand, didn’t deserve any of this.

Thomas didn’t even realize how much this simple gesture meant for you… He was in pain, bleeding out, but he still so genuinely cared for your well-being… The blame you felt because of what you’ve done dissolved for the time being as it hit you:

You didn’t defend a murderer.

You didn’t protect your captor.

You saved your lover.

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A/n: Oof, that was close. Thomas is insanely grateful, but you might not be able to deal with this... But my question is what would you like to see in this story that would make you happy? Should I do something like Haloween themes part, or a trip to some neighboring town?

[monochromemedic]

Ashy Slashy

“What is that Ash?” “A long story, look for some reason that damn sky spider took all my hands and left me with this. Luckily it works... somehow.” He huffed raising the felt puppet on his hand and moving it’s mouth open and closed. “Listen if it starts saying shit, it ain’t me and you gotta cut this thing off pronto, you got me?” I stared into the black button eyes of the muppet, noticing how it was modeled directly after the man holding it. “So... it’s alive?” “Deadite, but I don’t know if those things are ‘alive’. Frankly I don’t give a shit, they all should be dead but the world ain’t perfect.” He grumbled twisting his hand towards himself to look the creature in the eyes. “You hear me? You should be dead buddy.” Silence. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I tried to picture what exactly this thing could do that was dangerous.  With all the stories Ash told, even the most mundane things could become dangerous when possessed by Evil. But those things usually transformed or had a dangerous quality to them already, some supernatural strength or claws and fangs. Unless this thing would suddenly grown bones, it’d have to be a rather weak demon wouldn’t it? Then again, that’s usually how these things work, they’d prey on your naive nature, your fears, every weakness you had, that was the deadites strength.  The night seemed to carry on without much trouble. Not a single sound from the puppet’s mouth despite the glares, insults and abuse from Ash to try to get it to talk. It was obvious he was paranoid, then again why wouldn’t he be. A deadite on your hand that you had to have or else be left without a limb. Sure he could have taken it off but having to be ready to run off into the fog at a moments notice to fight for your life was probably a good reason to take a risk, that or he couldn’t.... A few times I saw him walk off to the darkness, out of the light of the campfire to pull and yank at the puppet to no avail. He’d eventually sigh and go to the bathroom or return to the soft bustle of activity, acting like nothing had happened. As the ‘night’ carried on people began to settle in, grabbing their sleeping bags, ripped up mattresses or walking off into wherever the campfire had put us to find a place to sleep. Usually it was somewhere with enough stray objects to entertain ourselves, or something we could call our own private area at least until the campfire moved us to another campfire in another realm. I grabbed my blankets and pillows, settling down besides Ash’s stained mattress for the night. Ash’s chest rose and fell in monotonous motions, his face caught in a strange scene of peace. I smiled, beginning to close my eyes only to catch the shape of the puppet staring directly at me. A wave of discomfort flooded my senses and my brows knitted anxiously. He couldn’t be alive. Ash was trying all day to get him to speak, and deadites usually break a few minutes in. I just had to relax, I was just getting paranoid. “You got a staring problem toots?” My eyes shot back towards the puppet, it’s head now tilted at an angle it wasn’t at before.  Oh god Ash wasn’t crazy... “Well? I know I’m the most handsome guy around but unfortunately I’m not into fatties. But if I turn my head now maybe I can make it work...” He spoke, his pacman mouth opening and closing with every word. I’d feel insulted, well I did, but if what Ash said as true and he was a Deadite they preyed on the weakness of others.  “Why are you speaking now? You didn’t seem to speak to Ash all day.” I hissed, remembering Ash’s words to kill it as soon as it talked. As much as I’d love to tak his word, if what I saw was true Ash couldn’t get him off, and so I’d have to make a bit of a scene to try. And what to pry him off with was another question I didn’t have the answers to at the moment. “Like I could speak to him, not since what happened last time. It was like a bad break up, real messy.” The puppet smacked his chainsaw hand against Ash’s nose, moving the real Ash’s arm in the process. How the hell did he do that? How much control did he have over Ash? “So you gonna take me up on the deal? I’ve had to hold this guy’s dick in my mouth when he pissed, a guy could use a little stress relief. A motorboat would really get my motor running~” The puppet shook his head, making a loud motor boating sound as it lurched forward. I quickly grabbed it’s head and pushed it back, alarmed by how fast this thing could move. “Get the hell away from me you creep, you should be lucky I haven’t killed you by now.” “You really gonna listen to Ash’s tall tales. He’s probably going through dementia, he can’t remember what he had for breakfast. However, I know alot.” I raised a brow, sitting up from my collections of blankets and pillows. “What are you on about?” “I got a direct line to Ash’s twisted mind. Every and any dark secret you ever wanted to know from the man, I could give you for a low price.”  “...Any secret?” “Any. Secret. And oh boy does this guy keep em. First kiss, most embarrassing moment, what he’s packing... it’s all yours. All we gotta do is make a deal.” I turned away from the deadite, reaching for my glasses to hopefully find something to pry this guy off. “Sorry but I don’t make deals with demons. Those are Ash’s secrets. If he wants to tell me them, he can of his own free will. Also you could just lie or kill me before telling me anything so.” I moved towards the fire, picking up a nearby stick and lightening the end in fire before returning to the deadite, my hand wrapping around it’s neck tightly. The puppet began to squirm, arms wiggling in panic as the burning wood approached Ash’s arm. “Okay, Okay no deal, I’ll tell you straight up just let me stay on his nub! Don’t you wanna know how he feels about you?” Ashy Slashy squealed, desperation in every movement he could muster. I felt my hand pause, eyes shifting over to the sleeping figure just a few inches away. “He thinks you’re a pathetic little BITCH!” The muppet roared, it’s eyes now white, mouth full of razor sharp teeth. The creature managed to move it’s head in just the right position to sink it’s fangs into my hand causing me to yelp and jerk my hand away in pain. It didn’t let go, and pulled the still sleeping Ash along with him. Was he just a heavy sleeper or was it something unnatural, a forced sleeping state that Ashy Slashy put on him? My eyes darted around the area, at the lack of survivors around us except for Jeff a few feet away. Damn it why was he a heavy sleeper? “Ash wake up! Ash!”  “Too late babycakes, his body is all mine. Been working my way to his noggin all day~” The body jerked and with a sudden jolting movement  Ash sat up, his head slowly turning to face me despite his closed eyes. No way, was Ash really gone? No... no that couldn’t be, Ash survived hell and back, no way a stupid felt puppet was the one to do him in. The real Ash’s other arm shot out, gripping my shirt to pull me closer to his body. Ash could easy over power me, one hand or not. I still had a chance, I still had the stick. But where to aim? If the puppet really did have full control over Ash, would trying to jolt him awake by burning him do anything? I gripped the stick hard, using all my strength to pierce the puppet’s eye with the burning wood. A spurt of blood erupted from the socket, staining the felt and earning a scream from the bastard. A scream that lasting just long enough for it’s teeth to dislodge from my hand. I yanked the stick from the creature and began to scramble for Jeff, managing to grab the edge of his sleeping bag just as Ash’s arm wrapped around my leg, yanking me towards the fire pit. “You dumb whore, I was gonna go easy on you!” Ashy hissed, pushing my bare foot into the embers of the pit, causing a scream to rip from my chest. “Mmm, flame broiled bitch. My favorite!” The pain was intense and every second longer my foot stayed in the fire, the more I could feel the nerve endings begin to die, the smell of burning flesh filling the air around us. I gasped and pushed down the bile that began to form the more I thought about what was happening, trying to focus on the situation. I could do this, I just needed to wake Jeff up. I jabbed the stick into Jeff’s leg, twisting and digging the wood until it splintered under my strength. Jeff may have been a heavy sleeper, but even he wasn’t immune to being stabbed awake. His head rose sharply, nose scrunched in anger, ready to angrily bark at whoever caused him to wake, only to catch sight of the scene unfolding in front of him. “Jeff! Get the puppet off of Ash!” His eyes darted to Slashy, it’s head tilting at the new player in the game. “You really think homeless Jesus is gonna help you? You just made this one course meal a buffet! Jeff didn’t question me for a second, lurching forward and yanking with all his might at the creatures base. A loud, wet, ripping sound filled the air, one that seemed to grow in volume before being silenced by a clothesline strike from Ash, knocking Jeff to the ground. We laid in awe of the sight before us, crawling away from the lumbering figure that stood before us. Ash’s arm was soaked in rotten blood, blood not from himself but from the creature sitting atop his mutilated wrist. Where a clean cut should have been was instead tendons, ripped and torn connecting fabric to flesh. The muscles began to stretch, as Ashy rose, a mess of muscles raising it further from Ash’s arm like a cobra ready to strike.  The small chainsaw began to rev, before Slashy lurched towards Jeff, the umbilical cord snapping with such force a splatter of crimson painted the grass around us. Jeff’s raised hand was no protection from the saw, cutting into his palm with ease. If it wasn’t so tiny, it could have easily cut straight though the shield and into the skull of the survivor. Jeff cried in pain but tried his best to latch on to the puppet, following the only instructions he was given. I knew I had to help, despite the numbing pain in my foot, despite the horror pounding in my chest. We were getting somewhere, we could save Ash. I pushed myself upwards, rushing and slamming my weight against the slumbering chosen one. I felt his body follow through, our body’s falling against the mattress in a spray of blood and stray tendons. I heard the deadite scream in agony, screaming expletives before increasing in volume as Jeff threw it into the firepit, a surge of light erupting from the pit for the new kindling it had received. For a moment all was quiet. No screams, no sounds of movement. Only the sounds of ragged breaths and the roar of a well fed fire. My fingers clawed at Ash’s shirt, my nose brushing against his jawline as I begged for him to wake up. “Ash... Ashley? Ash, please wake up, come on...” I gritted my teeth, tears beginning to prick the edges of my eyes as I began to fear for the worse. “Wake up you old bastard!” I slapped his cheek, fingers leaving fresh lines of blood along his skin. The shock of pain seemed to do the trick as he groaned in pain, eyes snapping open. “Hng! Huh? What? What are you doing...on me...” His voice trailed off as he saw the gore in front of him, the man nursing his wound a few feet away, the bloodied clothes of the people around him. He cautiously raised his hand, seeing the puppet was no longer in his place but instead was place in the fire, the only trail of it was the strange muscly appendage that decorated the ground, leading it’s way back to Ash. “I knew that creep was up to something... I shouldn’t have gone to sleep.” Ash muttered, a tinge of regret lingering with every word. True regret for what had happened as if he had some control over the situation. I felt his arms wrap around me, his big hand beginning to rub circles to try to give some comfort to the horrifying situation. “He had you move... You weren’t waking up, I thought you... “ “Shh, hey... I wouldn’t go out like that are you kidding me? I ain’t going out to a muppet rip off.”  I shuttered against him, burying my face into his chest to hide the hot wet tears that began to fall with every shaky breath. He didn’t seem to judge, knowing the fear of losing loved ones all too well.

[lucksunkpunk]

i wrote a short fic in the style of cutscenes from twisted metal black if peacock was a playable character

the story under the cut

First meeting calypso: one year… one whole year since those punks took everythin’ from me. My arms, my legs… my best pal.. one year being in this goddamn cuckoo nest. Haven’t been able to take care of myself, bein fed bein washed… its humilatin’.

But one day this big shot waltzed inta’ my room, called himself calypso. Told me he heard what happened and wants ta help. Told me he knows where those jack asses who took my life from me hide out… and he would help me if I competed in some kind of drivin’ competition. Well I reminded him that I couldn’t drive even if I wanted to given my “condition”. Prick was smug when he told me he had that covered, brought in these three thuggish fella’s; a rather tall scruffy man with boxing gloves for mitts, a short stocky meat head with a mean look, and some kid… with the same eyes as me… none.

And like that I agreed to compete… anythin’ to give those palooka’s their just deserts… and beats sittin in a corner all my life.

after beating minion: The big mook was a hassle to bring down but nothin we couldn’t take care of, the explosion on the otha hand was something else. Rubble nailed us, knocked me out cold for what felt like hours but the entire time I dreamt those same nightmarish memories I had in the nut house. The last thing I saw before they took my eyes was marie, scared cryin in the corner, then all I felt was pain. I never saw ‘em comin when they took my limbs… all to make an example to the other poor saps in my position. Then I remembered what my new pals told me, why they are here. Andy was boxer, went by andy the anvil for bein so hard to push ova’, lost his first round eva’ to some kid outta state. Those mobsters, same guys who hurt me, happened to bet on him that night… made short work stitchin those gloves to his skin, cant grab nothin’ anymore but still a speed demon behind the wheel.

The kid, Avery, a real dead eye with the weaponry, knows his way around a gun or two despite bein blind. Apparently, he was there, saw them destroy me and toss me aside; they took his eyes afta’ he tried to stand up for me. Escaped one night with the help of the last pally, Tommy, an ex-mobster, left afta’ seein the true horrors of his last crew, swore to help anyone affected by his past.

When I was comin too I could here them, panicking shakin me awake and sighin in relief when I opened my sockets, “boss” they said “we thought we lost you”… boss huh? I like that.

After beating the game: It took ages and a lot ‘a blood shed but we made it, standin in front of calypso was… intimidatin to say the least but it was time. I told him I demand… no that WE demand our wish, to get revenge on the jack asses that did this ta us. He smirked told me that the ones im lookin for are called the medici, group of Italian mobsters run by this mook Lorenzo, sounds like a stiff to me. He informed me that he had a special plan for me ta get my revenge, presented me with these prosthetics, arms with freakish eyes… puttin them on was, amazing! Felt like I never lost em in the first place… felt right. He also gave some upgrades to andy’s gloves, barbed wires and a brass plating, somethin ta leave a mark. Avery received an arsenal, enough to arm an army. Guns, blades, baseball bats and even chainsaws… it was magical. We thanked calypso and drove off ready to take on tha world.

With tommy’s inside knowledge we found the medici’s hostin a formal ball, ofcourse I dressed tha part, a pretty little numba complete with the tallest hat guns could steal. We drove through those doors and went guns blazin’. All my life I heard kid’s cryin for their mommy’s beggin these jerk wads to spare em… brings a tear ta my eye when the shoe’s on the otha’ foot.

Finally we found Lorenzo, curled up under a desk in his office, I saved somethin’ special for him, somethin’ I know he deserves.

As we drove off we shared a few laughs and cigars we lifted off the corpses. I might not know who my real family is but I think I found an even betta’ one already. And with a bit of impromptu “chainsaw surgery” on that old sack of shit, I finally had a hood ornament that looked just like me.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Final Frontier: Unwanted Job Chapter 2

Alright guys this is the second chapter, and if y’all have any questions about the fic or anything mentioned in the fic let me know. I will eventually make some background story for Cait/Queen, but it will probably come in bits and pieces. I’m also going to say there is going to be a lot of pining between Queen and Catfish! Warnings: Alcohol, Blood, Cursing, Violence, mentions of death, past relationship abuse and PTSD.

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Sounds of clanking plates and the smell of food is what woke Cait from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes and looked towards the open kitchen that was under the loft. Catfish was making food and Benny was serving it on plates. They were also talking in hushed whispers, and every once in a while she would hear her name. She quietly got up and stalked towards the kitchen. “Good morning Queen”, Benny said over his shoulder. “Good morning”, Cait smirked. 

“Catfish’s menu consists of biscuits and gravy with bacon”, Benny announced. “Smells good Fish. I didn’t know you could cook”, she beamed. Catfish turned and smiled at her, “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me Reina”. Cait shivered as he put some spanish in his sentence. She would never truly admit it, but she loved when he spoke spanish and how easily it rolled out of his mouth. As she watched his muscles move under his black shirt she noticed Benny. He was out of Catfish’s line of sight and thank God he was. 

Benny was rolling his hips and making an ass slapping motion in front of his crotch. “You okay there Ben?”, Ironhead asked as he made his way out of the guest room. Benny immediately stopped as Catfish turned around only seeing Benny standing there looking ashamed and Queen blushing like mad. “Do I even want to know?”, Catfish questioned with the cock of his brow. “NO! I mean...no he was just being an ass”, she told him. “So where is the coffee?” Ironhead asked, trying to change the subject.

“Here I’ll get it”, Cait said as she went to the cabinets. She reached up into the cabinet to start searching for the coffee grounds. Catfish was watching out of the corner of his eye as she reached farther into the cabinet. Her ass was so enticing to stare at, and he would have continued to stare if it wasn’t for Ironhead clearing his throat and motioning him to go help her. Cait almost jumped when she felt Catfish come up behind her and press against her. 

He pulled the coffee grounds down and handed them to her. “Thank you”, she gratified. “Your welcome”, he smiled. He went back to the stove to continue cooking as Cait started the coffee. “Ya know Pope and Redfly need to get up and eat. There is plenty of work that needs to be done around the ranch”, she announced. Benny grinned as he slipped towards the guest room. Once he slipped in they could hear shouts from Pope and then from Redfly. 

Benny came bounding out of the room as Pope and Redfly came barging out of the room. “Look fellas Queen said you all needed to get up”, Benny told them as he pulled Queen in front of himself. “What for? We don’t leave for the next couple days?”, Pope groaned. “Because you babies agreed in exchange for crashing at my place that y’all would help me with ranch chores”, she stated with her arms crossed. “You can’t be serious”, Redfly said. “Oh I’m dead serious”, Cait grinned. Once everyone had finished their breakfast she gave them each a list of things that needed to be done.

“Benny you have cleaning Chief and Takoda’s stalls and putting in fresh shavings if they need it, and to fill up their water tanks and put hay in the hay holders for them. Ironhead you will man the four wheeler with the trailer on the back where you will take Redfly to the trees I felled in the past weeks. Redfly will take the chainsaw and cut up said trees. Then you can haul it back to the barn for the log splitter. Pope you will be manning the log splitter, it’s super easy, and I’ll show how to start it before I leave”, she explained.

“Okay. What about Catfish and you?”, Benny asked, smirking. “Me and Cat are going to take Chief and Takoda to ride the fence line and make repairs where needed and to check the creeks to make sure they haven’t frozen over. If they have then when we get back I’ll have to get the big tanks out and put them out for the cattle”, she explained as she grabbed her jacket. “Oh and I would dress warmly boys it snowed last night”, she told them. 

She shrugged on her coat only to turn around to look at the guys. “Come on you lazy shits lets go”, she berated. They quickly went to get their things and headed out to the barn to start the day. She got everything together that Ironhead and Redfly would need, and loaded it onto the trailer. Once they headed out she showed Pope how to man the log splitter and where to stack the pieces after they were split. Then she showed Catfish how to brush Chief and pick his hooves. Then she went to start on Takoda, and he was already waiting at his stall door for the day.

Once she had groomed her horse and made sure Catfish did a good job on Chief she showed him how to saddle him and put the bridle on. Catfish watched in absolute wonder and some apprehension. “Look, you need to relax. These guys are mustangs that I broke. You have to trust them because if not they spook at every little thing. Just relax. Besides I gave you the older one because he is a bit calmer”, she laughed. 

“He was once wild?”, Catfish questioned. “Yepp I went out and got him from the Bureau of Land Management when they had a round up day. He was the only Grulla stallion that stood out to me so I took him. He has been very easy going since I got him. Takoda the sorrel over there that I’ll be riding is still young and feisty at times that’s who I’ll be riding”, she smiled. “Do you think you can handle it?”, she asked, biting her lip. “Yeah I think I can handle it”, he nodded. 

Cait led her horse out with Cat leading his out as well. “Alright get on from his left side just like this”, she instructed as she showed him. He put his foot in the stirrup and hoisted himself up and onto the back of the horse. Cait mounted her horse and looked at Catfish to instruct him how to hold the reins in one hand and how to steer and how to make him move forward. He was definitely out of his comfort zone, but after a few practice rounds he had relaxed much to Cait’s delight.

“Alright so we will start at the fence here and make our way to the four separate pastures”, she pointed out. “Alright hermosa lead the way”, he hummed. With that she gave leg pressure and took off at a canter. Chief not wanting to be left behind sped up to a canter as well to keep up. Cait couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her when she looked back to see the look of panic on his face. “Relax and ride him like you would a rocking horse. Rock your hips”, she instructed.

Finally he straightened his posture and started to ride better. It was a nice cool day and by mid day she found that the creeks hadn’t frozen over yet. “So where did you learn all this? I mean I know your family owned a ranch, but what made you buy one yourself”, Catfish asked her. “Well honestly I missed home and the good days work. So I decided to have all this built with the money I had. It keeps me busy, and it keeps me in shape”, she commented. 

“Don’t you get lonely out here though?”, he inquired. “Sometimes I do, but not a lot of men are willing to date or settle down with a woman who is so independent”, Cait mumbled. “Well they are idiots. A woman like you is hard to come by and great when you need help”, he praised. He noticed the way her cheeks flushed at the praise he had given her. “I mean I would love to have a normal ranch life. Hell the thought of having children scares me, but if I were with the right man that was supportive and there for me I would gladly settle down, but I just don’t think that I would find that out here ya know”, she ranted.

“Sure men may be a little intimidated by a woman who is independent, but I don’t think that is the sole reason”, he said. “What do you mean?”, Cait asked looking down at a piece of fencing that was down. “Maybe they just don’t know how to take care of you and take care of you or what you really need”, he mused. She mulled it over in her head as she got down and grabbed the tools she would need from her saddle bag. ���Oh and what would I need Fish?”, she grunted as she mended the fence. 

“Maybe a man who could cook and help you with chores. A man who could make you smile without having to do anything. Someone who will treat you as an equal and not just like he owns you”, he starts but falls silent when Cait stiffens. “I don’t think any of those things are the main reason”, she huffed. “What do you mean?”, he asks. “I...well lets just say I have trust issues and that's the true reason I haven’t met anyone”, she hurriedly stated.

Catfish could tell that she was different as her horse nudged her. She had fallen silent after that statement and seemed to fold in on herself. They rode in silence for a while as he tried to figure out what to say to her, but nothing came to mind. They mended a couple more places, and finally finished around two in the afternoon. “Cait do you want to talk about it”, he asked as they untacked the horses and brushed them out and put them in their stalls. The others had made it back earlier and were finishing up.

When she didn’t answer he grabbed her arm to get her attention, but the look of horror that crossed her face and the flinching as if he would strike her had him reeling back as if touching her had burned. Her breathing quickened and she stumbled backwards away from him. “Queen it’s okay. Hermosa whats wrong?”, he questioned. She ran from him towards the open fields, and it wasn’t a moment later that Benny had him pinned against the barn wall. “What the hell did you do to her Fish!” Benny yelled.  “I didn’t do anything. I swear I just grabbed her arm and she flinched back like I was going to hit her”, he said with a pained look. 

“Shit!”, Benny cursed. He dropped Catfish and sprinted out to look for you. Ironhead came up beside Catfish, and grasped his shoulder. “We need to go after her because she looked like she was on the verge of an attack”, he concernedly stated. “Look there is something I need to tell you about Cait. Benny is the best at helping her through something like this. Come on let's get inside and I’ll tell you all about it”, Ironhead informed.

Once inside Ironhead helped get lunch together and sat down at the island bar to explain things. “After we got back from the last job a year ago Cait started dating this guy. At first me and Benny liked him. He seemed able to take care of her and be her rock when she needed him. She was suffering from PTSD, and at first he handled it well. Then the verbal abuse started and we started to notice. Then they took a two week vacation and when they came back Fish...she...man she was covered in bruises and had broken ribs”, Ironhead relayed.

“Why didn’t she call one of us or leave that puta”, Fish growled. Just thinking of a man saying anything to her or hitting her made his blood boil. “I don’t know I think she had just convinced herself that this was how things would be for her because of the PTSD she was having. Anyway it took two months before we convinced her to leave him. When he found out he tried to commit suicide with her in the car. He drove into a frozen lake. If it hadn’t been for some people who saw the incident she would have died”, Ironhead continued. 

“Ese hijo de puta”, Catfish swore. “Well I said he tried to commit suicide he succeeded, and she hasn’t dated anybody since”, Ironhead finished. “That’s what she meant earlier when she said she had a hard time trusting men, and no wonder she ran”, he huffed. They all started to worry when Benny came back when it started to get dark. He was carrying Cait and she was limp which caused all of them to quickly make room for her by the fire. “I found her lying in the snow under one of the trees by the farthest creek”, Benny told them. 

“She’s freezing”, Pope said as he felt her head. “We need blankets and lots of pillows hurry”, Catfish ordered. Everyone looked at him with shock. Catfish was always reserved and took a back seat in situations like these, but they quickly fell out of their shocked state when he yelled at them to get moving. Every blanket and pillow in the house was put in a pallet by the fire, and they all watched as Catfish watched over her. She started to stir a little, and when she opened her eyes they all breathed a sigh of relief.

“You scared me hermosa. How are you feeling?”, he asked her. “Cold and hungry”, she whispered in a hoarse voice. Benny scrambled to make some soup as Catfish pulled her out of the blankets only to pull her into his lap, and cover them both with the blanket. She was still shivering and her skin was like ice. “We need to get you out of your wet clothes hermosa”, he told her. “My clothes are upstairs in my dresser”, she said shakily. He stood up with her and carried her up the stairs. 

“Do you think you can undress and redress yourself?”, Catfished questioned. She tried a couple of times, but her shivering made it too difficult. “Is it okay if I help you?”, he asked soothingly. One harsh shiver wracked her body as she chewed her lip in contemplation. “Yeah it’s okay”, she nodded. Making sure his movements were slow and soft in order to not spook her again, he peeled her jacket off. He tossed it over the railing where he could hear Redfly bitch about getting hit in the face with a soaking wet jacket. 

Redfly’s rant made her giggle, and he couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Next he slowly pulled her boots off and set them near the stairs. Next came her shirt and under armour that he pulled off slowly. Once she was free of her shirts he tried to avert his eyes away from her breasts that were being caged in by a black push up bra. His gaze wandered over the newly exposed skin and he saw old scars and some that looked newer. 

How many of those had been given by that bastard you had called a boyfriend once. He tried to focus again and helped her out of her jeans and socks. “I think you're blushing Fish”, she chuckled then shivered. That shiver wasn’t due to the cold though it was because of the brush of his hands along her ribcage. “Do you think you can do the rest?”, he questioned. You watched how he seemed to get nervous as his Adam's apple bobbed. “I think so, but what if I need help”, she breathed.

“I’ll sit on the top stair facing away, but if you need me I’ll help”, he whispered. “Such a gentleman”, she sighed. He smirked but turned to sit on the top stair as she managed her sports bra and panties. Once she was naked she pulled fresh panties, a button up flannel shirt and sweats on. Fish would be lying if he said he didn’t peak when she was buttoning her shirt up. Once she was dressed he helped her downstairs where Benny had some chicken noodle soup waiting in a bowl. Redfly and Pope retired to their rooms once they knew she was going to be alright.

“I’m off to bed. Benny you should too it’s been a long day”, Ironhead told him. “No that’s okay I think I’m going to stay up a little while”, Benny told him. Cait didn’t see the look that Ironhead gave his brother of they need to work this out get the fuck out of here. Benny finally caught on and said his goodnights and tried to act like he nodded off to sleep. “Look about earlier I’m sorry”, Catfish apologized. “It isn’t your fault I shouldn’t have acted like a scared child”, Cait responded. 

“No you had every right after what you have been through”, he stated. A look of horror crossed her face knowing that he now knew of why she acted the way she had. “Hermosa the boys told me everything and no man should ever have done the things he did to you. If I would have known what was happening I would have come to get you”, he said hanging his head. “But you didn’t know. Don’t beat yourself up over my mistakes”, she consoled. “No hermosa. Never ever think that it was your fault for what happened. He wasn’t a man he was a coward”, Catfish spat angrily then softened when he saw your frown.

“You should get some sleep”, she told him. “And so should you”, he retorted playfully. Cait started to walk toward the pallet on the floor she had made the night before, but she was scooped up by strong arms. She squealed as Catfish lifted her into his arms bridal style and carried her upstairs. “You will sleep in your own bed tonight”, he stated matter of factly. “But I will not have you sleeping on the floor”, she protested. “Fine then we can share the bed”, he shrugged. 

“Well you have seen me half naked so what's the harm right”, she laughed nervously. “I promise hermosa I will stay on my side as long as you stay on your side”, he laughed. She never realized how much she loved his boyish laugh until now. He deposited her onto her side of the bed and then he lay on the other covering them both. “I wonder what the guys will think of us sharing a bed”, she joked. “We will probably never hear the end of it”, he joked back.

Sleep found both of them rather fast that night. Down in the main area Benny was trying to contain his giddiness of what he just witnessed a few minutes ago. Cait had seemed so happy in his arms, and Fish seemed in such high spirits too. He enjoyed seeing her so open with someone since her ex and he would be damned if he was going to let anything or anyone come between them. Besides she just admitted that Fish had seen her half naked, and the icing on the cake was they were sharing a bed.

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Oh my gosh guys this one was long, but I figured that I would give some background on Cait. This is my first time really writing about this kind of stuff so don’t judge me. Hope you all enjoy these as I will keep posting them as long as I have ideas and I have so many for Catfish and Queen.

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Steve realizes he’s falling in love with Dwight, asks some other survivors for advice cause he’s super confused about falling for a guy.

i’m sorry this took ages, i loved this prompt and wanted to do it justice!

disclaimer: even though this is meant to be fluff&humor, there are mentions of internalized homophobia. i’ve also never written any coming out themes before but i tried my best!

How Steve Harrington realized he’s a disaster bi

It’s just another neverending-dawn-day in the fog. Steve is minding his own business, working on generators, teabagging the killer, clicking his flashlight in Yui’s face until she slaps him—you know, the usual stuff.

And then he and Dwight escape the trial and Dwight’s smile is so wide and happy even while his teeth are covered in blood and he’s running with an obvious limp. But he’s smiling at Steve and praising him, and something finally clicks in Steve’s empty no-good jock brain and there’s only two things he knows for certain;

One, Dwight is a guy. Two, he’s most definitely falling for Dwight.

Back at camp, he has a small mental breakdown. Does this mean he’s gay? Who does he even talk to about this stuff? His thoughts immediately drift to Robin, but she’s not here. Nancy is out of the question. Sure, they’ve grown closer after being stuck in the Entity’s playground together, but he’s not about to ask his ex-girlfriend-now-friend about dating a guy. What if she’d be offended?

Quentin is probably his closest friend in the realm, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to weird him out. Is it weird to tell your bro you might be into dudes? Steve isn’t sure, but he doesn’t want to take the risk.

Kate is a sweetheart and Steve knows for sure she wouldn’t judge. But she’s also a huge gossip, and Steve would rather not half the camp know before he’s even sure himself.

Eventually, Steve makes up his mind and goes to Jane. She’s always taking on a motherly role, surely she’s up for giving him some advice?

“Jane, can I ask you something?” Steve starts, sitting down next to the woman when the camp is mostly empty, only Ash loudly telling another incredulous story to an unimpressed Feng Min and raptly listening Adam. “Only if it’s not about another flashlight,” Jane says with fond exasperation, a smile on her lips. “Nah, not this time,” Steve says, shooting her an apologetic grin for all the items he’s ‘borrowed’ from her and never managed to return. The grin fades when he tries to think of how to bring up the subject. “I think I like someone and I'm pretty sure they don't like me back,” he finally settles on, quiet enough for the trio on the other side of camp not to hear. "You ‘think’?” Jane repeats, eyebrows scrunching together. “I’m not… entirely sure,” Steve tries to explain. “We're just, like, friends.” “But you want something more?” Jane tries to prod for more information. “Yeah. Maybe. Probably,” Steve tries to decide. Damn, his thoughts are a mess. “It’s… um. A guy,” he confesses, staring at the ground so Jane doesn’t see the flush creeping up on his cheeks. He just prays that Jane won’t be disgusted or laugh or— “Oh,” Jane says, and there’s definitely surprise in her voice, but she doesn’t sound judgmental. “Is this the first time you’ve had feelings for another man?” “Yeah,” Steve says, relieved at her reaction. “How do I know if I’m gay?” Instead of blessing him with some great wisdom, Jane mulls over the question, before sighing. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can help you,” she says apologetically. “That’s okay,” Steve says, trying not to deflate at her reply. “But… God, I hate to say this,” she sighs, making Steve perk back up. “This might be the one time you’d probably benefit from asking Ace. He’s very… open about this stuff.” Steve hums in thought. He’s not particularly close to Ace, but there’s no denying the gambler is quite… flamboyant. Jane might be right, surely Ace will help him sort this whole gay thing out? “I’ll give it a shot! Thanks Jane!” Steve chirps, getting up with a new plan of action. “And don’t tell him I sent you!” Jane warns, and Steve rolls his eyes and grins at the duo’s fake animosity towards each other.

A couple trials later, Steve and Ace are mori’d nearly simultaneously and have to trek back to camp together through the fog. Ace is whistling a carefree tune like he didn’t just get impaled by a chainsaw, and Steve figures this opportunity is as good as any.

“Ace, you're like… gay, right?” ‘Wow; smooth, Harrington,’ Steve mentally berates himself as Ace’s whistling abruptly cuts off and he turns to face him. “That's got to be the worst pick-up-line I've heard in my life,” Ace says, quirking an amused eyebrow. “No, shit, I wasn't—” Steve starts panicking. "Relax, I'm just messing with you,” Ace grins. “What's up?” Steve pauses, calming his heart rate and trying to figure out how he should approach the subject. “How did you know?” Steve manages to ask. When Ace only cocks his head in confusion, Steve pushes through the embarrassment to continue. “That you're… into guys.” “Oh!” Ace exclaims, face lighting up in realization. “I—well. I saw hot guys and wanted to sleep with them? It was pretty easy to tell, in my case.” “So it was just, like… sexual?” Steve asks, frowning. That's definitely not what he feels for Dwight, at least not the biggest part of it. “I’ve never really been the romantic type,” Ace explains, shrugging. “If you need relationship advice, I'm probably the last guy to ask.” Oh. That’s a little disappointing. Ace starts telling a story about some wild adventure with a rich mafia leader’s son and Steve kind of tunes out and tries to figure out who he could ask for help next.

He eventually settles on Nea when the opportunity presents itself and he arrives into camp after a trial to find her sitting by herself.

“I think I like a guy and I'm freaking out." Well. That was unnecessary blunt. Instead of laughing in his face, Nea just pinches her eyebrows together. “Are you having an unrequited love crisis or a sexuality crisis?” Nea asks him to clarify. “Uh. Both.” “Well, shit.” “Yeah.” “Let me know if you figure something out.” “Wait, you don't have any advice?” “Dude, I'm the biggest lesbian disaster you'll ever meet,” she snorts, before sobering up and looking almost regretful. “It's been years and I still haven't told her I like her.” “Oh. Rip,” Steve says, cringing in sympathy. He never realized Nea was into girls, but they’re apparently in almost the exact same situation. Hopefully Steve won’t end up pining for years, though. Suddenly, he has an idea. “If I end up confessing, you have to too,” Steve decides, nudging her with his elbow. “Deal,” Nea says, face twisting into a grin.

With no help from Nea, Steve ends up in a bit of a slump for a couple of days. He doesn’t know who else to approach for advice, because everyone he asks is another risk that Dwight will find out. Maybe he should just confess to Dwight? But who the hell wants to hear ‘I think I like you but I’m not sure’? Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“Wha's wrong, mate?” David’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts and he looks over to the man. Shit, Steve had been so deep in thought he hadn’t even noticed another batch of their friends getting called into a trial. It’s just him and David, along with Jake who is softly snoring on the other side of camp. Steve would have never expected David to pick up on his mood, but the brawler keeps surprising him with just how tuned into everyone’s emotions he is. Even now, David isn't looking at him mockingly, he seems genuinely curious at his obvious shift in attitude. “Just falling for someone who doesn't feel the same. You know, typical bullshit,” Steve tries to joke. He expects David to laugh, but instead the other's face morphs into a sympathetic smile. “Same,” David says, faraway gaze staring into the campfire. David being soft? In love? Steve has no idea who the other is into and that he’d even want a committed relationship. And who wouldn’t want David? He’s seen all of the girls ogling his toned chest at least once. Although Steve does feel a little better knowing he's not the only one suffering from heartbreak. He just sits quietly with David and stares at the fire until the others get back and the companionable silence is broken.

Steve doesn’t know how many more days pass, but he realizes he’s getting nowhere. To make matters worse, Dwight keeps being annoyingly handsome and adorable and Steve’s poor heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. Maybe that’s why he decides to be so blunt.

“Do you think Dwight likes me?” Steve asks Claudette when she’s patching him up after a rough trial. “Of course!” she smiles warmly, clearly not getting his point. “No, I mean…” Steve chews on his lip nervously. “Do you think he likes me?” Claudette’s hands pause on his leg, and she only has time to look up at him in clear surprise, when Meg appears out of nowhere. “What exactly are your intentions with him?” Meg demands, glaring at Steve and making it obvious she’s been eavesdropping. Steve is kind of surprised; out of everyone, Meg bullies and teases Dwight the most, which has made him dislike her a little. But apparently, she's also fiercely protective of him. “I, uh,” Steve starts, a little taken aback by Meg’s threatening energy. “I want to date him,” he finally manages to put the feelings from the last couple of weeks into words. Meg hesitates a little, gauging him warily before speaking again. “I didn’t know you were bi,” Meg finally says and Steve has a small epiphany. Bi. So he’s not necessarily gay after all! Well. He’s a little gay, fantasizing about holding Dwight in his arms and kissing him silly. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t also like girls; it just means his current crush is a guy. But if Dwight rejects him, he could easily fall for a girl in the future. Or another guy. The thought doesn’t bother him nearly as much as he anticipated. It’s just the way things are. “Helloooo? Anyone home?” Meg is getting impatient, waving a hand in front of his face while Claudette tries to defuse, feebly pulling on Meg’s arm. “I didn’t, either,” Steve confesses. “I just… recently figured it out.” He tactfully leaves out the fact that ‘recently’ means ‘literally five seconds ago’. “Are you sure?” Meg pushes. “Are you sure you’re gonna treat him right? Are you gonna like him even if he grows a beard? Are you gonna be able to suck a dick, or any you gonna freak out and dump him?” “Meg!” Claudette exclaims, mortified and a deep flush on her cheeks. Steve shares her sentiment, resisting the urge to jump into the burning campfire to escape the embarrassment of Meg’s crude words. Sure, he’s thought about doing… stuff, with Dwight, but he’s only been with one person before and even talking about sex just makes him blush and cringe. “Well?” Meg demands. “If you’re not sure, don’t bother. Dwight deserves better than being your shitty experiment.” Steve hesitates. What if she’s right? What if he ends up panicking and hurting Dwight? “Meg, he just came out!” Claudette jumps in to defend him, surprising both Steve and Meg by her assertiveness. “Let him figure it out on his own, or with Dwight. It’s not fair to push your own insecurities on him!” Huh? Claudette’s words confuse Steve even further; Meg is insecure? He sees the sprinter’s demeanor change instantly, going from confrontational to withdrawn as the words sink in. “I… shit,” Meg sighs, running a hand over her face. “You’re right. I’m sorry, dude.” “It’s cool,” Steve says, still more confused than anything. The subject is abruptly dropped, and Claudette finishes patching his wound up before going to braid Meg’s hair and muttering an apology to the mopey redhead.

Steve later realizes neither or the girls ended up answering his question about Dwight. Out of options, Steve decides it’s finally time to ask Quentin.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Quentin greets with a friendly half-smile before going back to stocking a med-kit, not seeming at all bothered that Steve has been avoiding him for the better part of a week. And, well, since he asked… “I've just realized I'm bi,” Steve says. To his credit, Quentin just looks up, a completely neutral expression on his face. “Congrats. Welcome to the club,” Quentin says with a small grin. “Uh… You could at least pretend to be surprised?” Steve jokes but his eyebrows have shot up into his hairline in disbelief. Quentin is also bi? Why the fuck didn't he go to Quentin first? “Had my suspicions,” the other grins. “What made you realize?” “I've uh… I started crushing on a dude and it took me ages to realize that it wasn't really normal to wanna do couple-y stuff with your bro,” Steve explains. Shit, does Quentin think he's talking about him? Luckily, the other just hums in acknowledgement. “Gonna tell me who it is?” Quentin asks. Steve hesitates, but since he's already come this far… “It's Dwight,” Steve sighs. “I just don't know if I even have a shot.” “Dude, Dwight is so gay, and he adores you,” Quentin says with a bright smile, and Steve blushes and scratches at his neck in embarrassment. “You have a ginormous shot.” Steve can’t help the hopeful grin on his face. This is what he wanted to hear, all this time! He feels much better now, he’s going to tell Dwight and— “Unlike me,” Quentin adds quietly, smile fading and kicking at the dirt with his sneaker. Steve takes a few seconds to get his brain out of mushy la-la-land, and then he realizes Quentin is talking about a crush of his own. “Excuse you, what the fuck? You're awesome, who wouldn't like you?” so Steve is a little passionate about defending his best friend, sue him. “Eh, I guess he likes me well enough, but he's straight,” Quentin shrugs. “Like, painfully so.” “How do you know that?” Steve asks. Okay, so he correctly analyzed Steve was bi—it could have been a lucky guess! “I keep flirting and he keeps ignoring it. Pretty obvious,” Quentin mutters, still pouting. Steve racks his brain for if he’s ever seen Quentin flirt with any of the guys, but he draws up a blank. Usually Quentin just snarks and sounds like he’s trying to pick a fight. “Maybe you just suck at flirting,” Steve suggests. “Fuck you!” Quentin scoffs in mock offense, elbowing him in the ribs. “Gonna tell me who it is?” Steve asks, nudging Quentin back and parroting his earlier question. Quentin looks at him, grins, and says: “Nope!” “What the fuck!?” Steve says, shoving Quentin playfully while the other just laughs. “I told you mine! You suck!”

After his next trial, Steve comes into camp to find Quentin arguing with David, which is nothing out of the ordinary—Quentin’s snarks really do come across as confrontational, and David is always easily provoked. Before Steve can even figure out what the argument is about, Quentin throws his hands up in exasperation and stomps off into the woods.

Instead of seething with anger and clenching his fists like he usually does after an interrupted fight, David just stares at his retreating form with a sad expression on his face. It’s the exact same look that Steve saw when he talked about the person he could never have.

Combined with the fact that Quentin likes someone ‘painfully straight’ who doesn’t realize that Quentin’s flirting sounds like he’s picking a fight?

And again, something in Steve's head just clicks.

“You should go after him,” Steve says, causing several heads to turn in his direction, David's among them. “It’s probably best to let him cool off,” Jane protests, giving Steve a pointed look. “I think it's a good idea,” Dwight, his adorable cheerleader, pipes up nervously. “Maybe the privacy would benefit you.” David pauses for a second, then nods. “Son, if you end up throwing fists—” Bill starts, annoyed. “I won't,” David assures and disappears into the tree line after Quentin. “That was a good call. I hope they make up,” Dwight says, scooting closer to Steve on the log and giving him a small smile. Steve stares into Dwight's kind eyes. He's so amazing, always having his back, caring so much about the others being happy and getting along. God, he’s such a good person and Steve— “I love you,” Steve hears himself saying, and it's like time itself comes to a halt.

He sees Bill’s cigarette fall out of the veteran’s mouth and a deck of cards scatter along he ground as Ace drops them in surprise. He hears Nea choke on nothing and hears Jane gasp as her eyes widen in disbelief.

Steve is about to stutter out an apology, to explain or joke it off, but Dwight is suddenly pulling him to his feet.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Dwight squeaks, cheeks red and glancing anxiously at the others, who are still gawking.

Dwight leads him a little way into the woods, and Steve nervously waits for him to say something, biting his tongue as to not blurt out something more he’s going to regret. But then Dwight is turning to him and looking up at him with his big, brown eyes and Steve couldn’t speak even if he wanted to.

“Do you mean it?” Dwight asks, a lot of his anxiousness replaced by a hopeful energy. God, those eyes, he’s so cute— “Yeah,” Steve says, swallowing nervously. “Really?” Dwight asks, somehow still unsure, bottom lip trembling like he’s about to cry— “Yeah,” Steve repeats, this time with much more confidence, placing a hand on Dwight’s waist. Dwight smiles brightly and in a bold move that Steve doesn’t expect but wholeheartedly welcomes, Dwight leans up just the tiniest amount to make their lips meet.

It’s a lot different than kissing Nancy. For one, Dwight is much taller than a girl. His glasses also bump into Steve’s nose and Steve tilts his head to avoid them, which inadvertently causes the kiss to deepen. Dwight’s hair is unfamiliarly short when Steve’s hand cups the back of his head, but it feels nice; almost as soft as his own.

Kissing Dwight should feel weird, but it doesn’t. The motions are the same, and the warm fluttering in his chest is the same. It’s different than what he’s used to, but not in a bad way.

They finally pull away and end up just smiling dopily at each other.

“Um…” Dwight starts, clearing his throat. “At this point it’s probably obvious, but I really like you too,” he says, eyes crinkling at the corners because of how wide his smile is. Steve doesn’t care that he didn’t say ‘love’, and he’s a little embarrassed that he just blurted it out like a shitty romance novel damsel, but he doesn’t really regret it if this is the outcome. Now, he just really has to know— “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” Steve asks, not caring if it’s too soon. He’s already fucked up the rules of dating; he’s pretty sure love confessions are supposed to come after getting together. So what’s one milestone more? “I’d love to,” Dwight says, and he’s so happy and it makes Steve grin like the idiot he is. But now he’s Dwight’s idiot.

They make their way back to camp holding hands and exchanging soft glances. Steve looks at the others; everyone has mostly collected themselves, Ace picking up his cards and Jane clearing her throat and Nea sneaking glances, but nobody comments. Well, except one. “It was about goddamn time,” Bill mutters, smirking knowingly against his cigarette. Holy shit, apparently the old coot is much more perceptive than Steve thought, as Ace and Nea both attack him with questions of “How the fuck could you have known!?”.

Steve is on cloud nine for the rest of the day, sitting with his Dwight and holding his hand and exchanging smiles and it all feels so right.

Bonus: Steve’s grin grows impossibly wider when he later spots Quentin walking out of the trees, dragging a dopey David after him by his arm. Quentin is blushing a little and glares at Ace who wolf-whistles at their arrival.  And then Steve spots numerous hickies on David’s throat and blushes furiously, burying his face against Dwight’s shoulder. He feels Dwight tilt his head in confusion. “I can’t believe I made them fuck,” Steve mumbles against his boyfriend’s shirt, and Dwight chuckles softly. “You didn’t see it coming?” Dwight teases. “I thought it was obvious. The tension between those two has always been insane.” Steve lifts up his head, realizing something. “Wait, so did you also know I was into you?” Steve asks. Dwight blushes and averts his eyes. “No, not really—I mean I was hopeful, but I didn’t think anything would actually come of it,” he explains, glancing over with a shy smile. “Glad to have proven you wrong,” Steve grins, flopping his head back against Dwight’s shoulder and squeezing his hand. “Me too,” Dwight murmurs against his hair. “Aw, fuck,” Nea suddenly exclaims on the other side of the campfire, letting her head fall back against a tree with a ‘thunk’. Steve and Dwight both look over, Dwight clearly concerned and Steve with a shit-eating grin. He didn’t forget their little promise, and apparently, neither did Nea.

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Boo! - Yoosung Kim

Another day, another part of my randomly generated Halloween “series” of one shots. Today is bb Yoosung. If you saw this posted already 👀 no you didn’t.

Warnings: spoilers for Yoosung’s route

Prompts: haunted house, bb is scared, make out in a secluded spot (I swear I didn’t make this happen y’all could’ve gotten apple cider but this is what the generator chose HAHA)

Summary: Yoosung, freshly injured, wants to spend a fun Halloween night with his partner. He thought after he took all that pain he’d be brave enough to conquer a haunted house. He was wrong...

Yoosung has planned out the whole date. It was your third time going out together since the RFA party. His eye injury had healed considerably, but he still had to wear an eyepatch when he was out and about or focusing so that he wouldn’t get headaches. Still! He didn’t let it get him down. In fact, it made him even more confident. You would never have expected him to plan everything out like this when you first met over the messenger.

It was definitely a Halloween date. Of course, it was Halloween, but what really hinted you in was Yoosung asking you if you had the stuff to dress like a pirate. After a quick run to the store you did.

In fact, you looked kinda hot ? Like not to flex, but you did look really good, bandana and poofy shirt and all. He has asked you to meet him at his apartment and then the two of you would start the date together.

It hadn’t dawned on you why he chose pirates until he walked out, fully dressed. You had just assumed that was the costume he already had and would be easy to coordinate. But nope. It was because, well, his eyepatch. You covered your mouth to hide your shock upon seeing him.

“Pretty smart huh?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips proudly.

“Can I laugh?” You asked timidly, moving your hand away from your face slightly so he could hear you.

“Please do! This was the plan.”

You burst out laughing. You walked over to him and gave him a hug. “You’re literally the cutest, Yoosung.”

“Okay here was my thought process,” he leaned against his door, preparing himself for his story. “You remember when you were trick-or-treating as a kid and it was cold and you had to put a jacket on? That might be too specific... but you know what I mean?” You nodded, listening intently. “But then the jacket ruined your costume and you were all upset. So you vowed that the next year your costume would be something warm with long sleeves so you wouldn’t need a coat. That’s what I did. I didn’t want my eyepatch messing up the costume.”

“It makes the costume,” you added.

His cheeks flushed bright red. “You look really nice by the way. Really, really nice.”

You finally took a good look at him. He looked pretty dashing as well. He has a floofy shirt on too, with a pretty deep cut V-neck, laces tying it up pretty tight to avoid showing much skin though! He paired it with a red vest, some dark jeans, and boots. “Aw you do too Yoosung! I really like the look. I feel like most men’s pirate costumes are like... goofy, but yours looks really good on you,” you babbled on. He simply chuckled in response.

“So, uh, what do you say? Are you ready to see what I have planned?” He asked, hands shoved into his pockets awkwardly.

“Yes! Please tell me!” You grabbed his wrist and pulled lightly. He got the message and pulled his hand out to intertwine it with yours.

He swung it as he walked out the door with you. “I thought maybe we could go to a haunted house.”

“Nuh uh! Have you ever been?”

“Uh...” Yoosung looked at the sidewalk. “Not really. But I bet it’ll be fun!”

“Definitely. I might get scared though. Sometimes these things are really good but other times they’re laughable,” you explained. You knew your fair share about haunted houses and things; you just wanted to prepare him beforehand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you,” Yoosung puffed out his chest. “But, uh, will you drive us?” He asked. He had led you to your car. You giggled and got in, beginning the drive, Yoosung feeding you directions.

The place was kinda scary honestly. Okay, it wasn’t really a haunted house per say, but one of those places with multiple “fear buildings” set up. The goal was to get through as many buildings as possible, one leading to the next, but there being an area in the middle where you could get refreshments and take a break if needed.

Still, the atmosphere was spoopy. Someone at a nearby building was reviving a chainsaw, the buildings looked dreary and abandoned, and you could hear screams nearby.

“Sounds scary,” Yoosung commented, a smirk on his face.

“You’re so brave lately,” you giggled, grasping on to his arm.

“If you think about it... I was literally tortured. I think I can handle people jumping out yelling ‘boo!’ at me,” he joked, rolling his eyes.

You laughed at his joke. “I don’t think they’re going to yell ‘boo!’ Yoosung. That would not be very scary.”

“Well why don’t we go find out?” The two of you began walking to the first building. You had to wait in a bit of a line to enter, people all bloodied up walking back and forth past you, jumping at those in line. “You can hold my hand if you want.” Yoosung commented. You grabbed onto his hand.

The first room wasn’t that bad. There were lots of twists and turns, and it was kind of hard to see in the dark, but nobody jumped out at you. A table moved. Yoosung jumped, looking underneath the table to make sure nobody was there. You dragged him along, not wanting to find out.

The next room looked like a jail cell. A girl covered in blood was rocking on her heels, muttering the phrase ‘help me’ over and over again. Again, you did NOT want to face this girl. They usually weren’t too bad unless provoked. But Yoosung had never been and wanted the full experience.

“Stop! We’ve gotta help her,” Yoosung pouted, pulling you back into the room.

“I don’t wanna,” you complained, pulling in the opposite direction.

The girl pounced at Yoosung so quickly that you didn’t even see it happen. She was screaming. He was screaming. You were pulling him to the next room.

Here’s the problem with screaming in a haunted house. When the workers know you’re easily scared, they just keep it coming.

The next room was neon rainbow. The lights were so bright your eyes had trouble adjusting. Oh hell no. A guy was disguised with the wall, running at you. This time, Yoosung pulled you along.

You slowed down while heading to the next part of the building, pausing to catch your breath. “Having fun?” You teased.

“No!”

You stopped. You hadn’t expected him to admit it. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not brave. I wanted to be brave for you and I can’t do it I don’t like it,” he ranted, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

“That’s okay. You’ve been so brave. It’s okay to be scared,” you comforted. “Let’s take a break after we get outta here, okay? We’ve just gotta make it out first.”

His eyes were determined. It was like you were speedrunning the haunted house. Every time someone jumped out at you or something fell towards you, Yoosung kept moving, pulling on your hand. He wouldn’t even glance in the direction of the commotion. You were out probably in record time.

“Congrats!” The clown at the exit exclaimed. “You’ve made it through the first trial. If you’re ready for the next, it’s right down this path.”

“Hell no!” Yoosung exclaimed, running from him as well.

You were trying so hard not to laugh. You would agree, it was an overwhelming experience, but Yoosung was just so unbearably cute. He pulled you towards the center where the more frightened parties gathered.

“I don’t wanna do anymore,” he whined. You could see a tear in his eye. You felt kinda bad, even though it was his idea to do this.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. You cupped his face in your hands. “Are you okay?”

He pouted, puffing his cheeks out. It made you laugh again. “I’m scared.”

You stopped for a moment, weighing your options. “I can help you take your mind off it if you want,” you suggested innocently, a finger stroking lightly under his jaw.

He gulped and nodded quickly. You two had kissed before, obviously, but not too much. He was a little eager when you did, though. Maybe it was how attractive you both looked in your costumes, but you both just really wanted to make out.

You led him back toward the car, but he couldn’t seem to wait that long. His eyes glanced at the building next to you, the seventh trial, as it was marked. Once you got close enough, he pushed you to the wall of the building, pinning you against the stone exterior. Your head bumped against the wall and you let out a little noise of shock, but ignored it for the most part.

His lips were on you before you had time to think. He wasn’t as slow and as loving as he has been the past few times. His lips, and his tongue at that, were passionate, leaving you no opening to come out for air. His mouth dominated yours, and you let out a small sigh as he continued. He pulled back for a moment, biting your lip before giving you an opportunity to breathe properly

“Jesus Christ Yoosung,” you panted. He took a step back instinctively. Even under the moonlight you knew he was blushing bright red. You grabbed at his waist and pulled him back to you, almost flush against you. “I didn’t say to stop,” you grinned, capturing his lips in yours again.

Your leg hooked around his waist to pull him closer, his hand moving up to your chest. Your eyes were shut right, focused on how good his touch felt. You grabbed a lock of his hair to pull him closer; he let out a small whimper, swallowed by your lips, but you still heard it. You were so caught up in the taste of him, the feeling of his fingertips grazing your skin, that you hadn’t even noticed...

“Boo!” You heard. Your eyes opened quickly and you jumped, bonking your forehead against Yoosung’s, who had also jumped. It was the clown from earlier. “Might I suggest you two carry this on somewhere else? This is a family-friendly establishment,” he teased. His whole spooky persona was gone. He seemed more like a tired teenager at this point.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Yoosung apologized profusely. He let go of you and distanced himself a little bit between the two of you. “Yes. Thank you. We’ll be going now.”

He started walking stiffly and you followed beside him, grabbing his hand again, swinging it along. “Don’t be embarrassed. We’ll never see that guy again,” you spoke aloud, noticing how sweaty Yoosung’s palms were.

“I... I... that’s not it.” He shook his head aggressively. “That... was really hot.”

You laughed, unlocking the door to your car. “Sure thing, especially the part where you actually got scared when the guy said ‘boo!’” He sighed, looking at you expectedly as he situated himself in his seat. You had to deliver. “I told ya so,” you grinned, winking at him.

“If I remember right, you jumped too.”

“Hey, watch it.” You put the car into drive. “Or we won’t continue what we’ve started once we get home.”

[harcourtholmesii]

Lost in the Fog

Tumblr Request by: Der-Mottenmann

Request: Ok so can I kinda request a Jason Todd and Cheryl mason pair up. Like Jason goes in the entitiy realm and there they meet?

Notes: Admittedly, I was not expecting a crossover as my first request, but I was excited to give this one a shot. Not once has it ever come to my head to write a DC x Dead by Daylight crossover before. It was tricky, but I do hope you like the story!

Words: 2102

 Warnings:

-          Swearing

-          Disturbing Imagery

-          Blood and Gore

-          Implied/Referenced Death of a Main Character

-          Death

-          Violence

-          Vomiting/Sickness

Enjoy!

His head was pounding. Blinding white light filled his vision, and the heat produced burned through Jason’s senses. His nerves were on fire, and standing was an unimaginably painful ordeal, akin to only one previous experience. The acidic burn of the Lazarus effects ran rivers through his veins, as if reminding him of that horrid experience. It seemed almost fuelled by something.

 Standing, Jason was surrounded by dark woods in every direction, his vision framed by twisted oaks and pines with outstretched, groping branches. Lifting his eyes to the sky, he could see a shine of moonlight, but the pearl was hidden by thick blankets of cloud. This whole place… it didn’t make any sense.

He had last been in Gotham, leaping from rooftop to gargoyle, grapple hook and gun in hand. He had been hot on the trail of some drug traffickers; some new group that thought they were hot shit. He knew the Bat would be on it, but he wasn’t about to leave these guys unpunished. He still had the photographs of those teenagers; young and callous, all just wanting to experiment. The gang made quick work of them when they didn’t pay up.

 There was a crack of a twig underfoot, and Jason was on edge. He turned, realising his helmet’s in-built monitoring systems were fried. They sparked around his head, and the feeling burned. He smacked his metal hood, but it did little to fix the picture.

 He moved forward, on edge and prepared for anything. Take it slow, be methodical. He couldn’t afford to be injured now or caught off guard, especially since he must have been before when someone had abducted him and dumped him out here. His breath heaved deep within his throat, far too loud for Jason’s liking. Perhaps he had suffered from an injury he was unfamiliar with. Apart from the Lazarus’ acidic heat and the pain behind his eyes, he didn’t feel much different.

 He had reached the path where he had heard movement. He found the stick, broken in half, and half a footprint in the dirt. The sole of some sneaker or boots. It was a light form, that much he could tell, and rather small. He followed it closely, and from here, he scanned the surrounding area. The mainframe sparked.

 He could just barely make out a hand, resting lightly against the wood of a tree, bloodied and bruised knuckles on display. Pale skin and a frail arm from what he could determine. He approached, and that hand hurriedly removed itself from the tree trunk. He could just make out the shape of a body behind the tree standing from a crouched position.

 A head of straw, blonde hair had turned the tree, but Jason only got a good look at their grey-green eyes, pink around the edges as if they had been crying. Those eyes had widened at his notice, and suddenly, the girl was running in the opposite direction.

 ‘Wait!’ He called out. He could barely understand himself through the damaged helm. His voice was warped; a mess of a human cry and a deep reverb from the whirring of the helmet’s struggling functions. She didn’t wait. If anything, she picked up the pace.

 He didn’t wish to cause her further alarm, but she could probably tell him where he was. He didn’t much care for children, but he didn’t want to scare her. He was on her tail in a moment, coming up on her quickly. They were coming upon some damaged, brick ruins when she passed through a gap. His hand was out, reaching for her. If he could just stop her, he could talk to her and explain himself.

 There was the sudden pain of something striking him across the head. Splinters of wood and nail flew in an arc above his shoulders, as a haphazardly crafted pallet of sorts came down upon him. Okay. He was getting a bit pissed now. He raised his right leg high in a strong arc, bringing it down and destroying the pallet in a single kick.

 He looked about the ruins, wondering for a moment as to where she could disappear to. A red locker stood to his right, but he couldn’t hear any breathing or creaking wood. She wasn’t there. He stepped forward, until he came to an open window space. He reached down suddenly, gripping a head of blonde hair in his gloved hand and pulling the child up into view.

 Confusion struck him immediately upon realising that this was a teenager or young adult. She was holding her head, trying to relieve the pain his grip had on her scalp. She was panicked, chest rising fervently. He let her go, climbing through the window carefully after her. She stepped back, nursing her temples, eyes wide and watching his every move.

 ‘Who are you?’ Again, his voice was a confused mess of sound, the volume apparently louder than she would have like. Her hands were to her ears, and she was stepping back away from him.

 ‘D-Don’t come any closer!’

 ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’

 It seemed that she thought differently. She was turned away and running at full tilt in the opposite direction. He just didn’t understand it. How had he grown, and how on Earth was his helmet this damaged? He felt sweat building under his gloves, and gave himself a moment of reprieve. However, Jason was astounded by the sight of what lay underneath.

 His hands were their pale white, but his veins were alight, bright green and seemingly shifting underneath his skin. What the fuck was this?!

 A scream cut his thoughts off. Then the sound of a chainsaw.

  ~X~

  It was a new one. Another one! She had to inform the others. She didn’t understand why it didn’t give chase, but that thing watched her leave. The sparking of that red, metallic mask and the pulse of green veins on the neck made her sick. Cheryl had no idea what that thing was, but like Hell was she going to wait for an explanation.

 She was running blindly through the woods, she had almost completely forgotten what she had been hiding from in the first place. That was, until she stumbled upon that freak’s handiwork. She tripped over an obstruction in the dirt, peering down to the sight of Jane’s top half. She was missing part of her midsection, where a chainsaw’s blade had rattled through and split her down the middle.

 The red seeped over Cheryl’s legs, dying them that awful colour. She was on her feet, struggling to hold in her stomach’s contents. She held her hands tight to her lips, trying to prevent sick or a scream from passing them. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed.

 ‘Shshshsh-Shush!’ It was Dwight, in her face and holding a finger to his lips. His glasses were broken, but it was the pool of scarlet in his shoulder that concerned her. ‘W-We need to go!’ His voice was hushed; frantic. Cheryl nodded.

 ‘T-There’s another-’

 ‘Don’t worry about that one! Worry abou-’ There was the telltale rattle of a chainsaw’s engine. They ducked down behind a few bushes, looking up in time to see that face with taut skin pulled across svelte muscle. The sunken, dark eyes stared at them, and there was that growl deep within its throat. The chainsaw swung high above their heads, just grazing Cheryl’s shoulder. She cried out.

 ‘Run!’ Dwight didn’t have to tell her twice. She was back on her feet and racing to the nearest bricked gym. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. She vaulted through a gap in the wall, cringing at the sound of metal shredding through brick. Red dust swirled into the air and sparks flew high at the collision.

 He climbed through the wall after her, and though she was ahead, the revving chainsaw grew louder in her ear, until he was upon her. She felt it imbed itself into her back, and was removed just as quickly. It always astounded her how the hillbilly managed to remove it before permanent damage was done. It was almost a sick and twisted form of art.

 She raised her head, looking around for Dwight. Where was he?! Her voice was weak. She cried out when those unwanted arms reached down and around her. Through the pain, she only just realised that piece of shrapnel Laurie had given her earlier fell from her pocket. There was no getting out of this.

 ‘H-Hel-!’ Her voice cracked. She could barely think through the pain. That arm pulled tight over her back, and no matter how weakly her fists pounded against flesh, he wasn’t letting go.

 ‘Help!’ She tried again. A little louder.

 Suddenly, there was a roar from her captor, and she was on the ground. She whipped her head around, in time to see that freakish monster from before standing between her and the hillbilly. Knife raised, she could see those acidic green veins pulsing on his hands. She didn’t understand.

 There was a bellowing reverb from behind that mask, and suddenly they were clashing. The hillbilly’s arms swung a wide arc with the chainsaw, and the red hooded creature leapt back. He leapt forward, striking with the blade until the hilt dug deep into the right shoulder. Cheryl noted a gun on its right hip; it was removed from its holster and hastily, three shots were fired.

 There was another roar from the hillbilly, as a bullet shredded through its cheek, a bullet digging deep into its eye and the hand that gripped the chainsaw. He dropped it. Cheryl scrambled back and away from the two giants as they did battle. She had never seen this before. It was… unprecedented.

 The hillbilly pulled up his hammer, dropping the chainsaw and starting on wide swings of his weapon. One collided into the ribs of the second monster, and there was a warped cry through the scratch of metal. The hillbilly’s taut skin pulled back around his mouth, as if laughing. Suddenly, that laugh was cut short by a crack of a gunshot.

 The hillbilly dropped, a single, explosive bullet hole leaving behind an opening the size of Cheryl’s fist in the monster’s forehead. Skull fragments and brain matter had spread about in all directions. This time, Cheryl did throw up.

 She felt her body wretch and force up the few things she had eaten in the last day, and through it all, one of those large hands rested gently upon her back. Once she was finished spewing, she raised her gaze up at the red hooded creature, and felt those strong arms gather her up, cradling her.

 There was a bellow of sound, and she rose her hands to her ears, desperate to shut out the reverb and shrieking metal. It stopped as suddenly as it started. Through the damaged helm, she could see one, burning green eye. Unlike all the other killers, masked or otherwise, she could see those eyes held something she had never seen before. At least, nothing she had seen in a killer’s gaze.

 ‘Cheryl!’ Dwight’s voice echoed out from his position, and he exited from a locker. He was panicked, watching her with wide eyes. He kept his distance, but she could see how he was trying to get the creature’s attention.

 ‘Stop! Dwight, please!’ She looked up at the creature. Those eyes that had shifted to the injured Dwight had returned to her. They were patient.

 ‘A-Are you going to hurt me?’ It shook its head.

 ‘Cheryl, you know we can’t t-trust it!’

 ‘Shut up!’ She barked back. She soothed her temper with a deep breath, looking past his broad shoulders and down at the collapsed body of the hillbilly. She knew he would be back. They always were. But for now… The monster was gone.

 ‘Are you g-going to help-p us?’

 He nodded again, and started walking forward towards Dwight. When Dwight skirted away, Cheryl threw the cowering man a threatening look. The man held his position, though it seemed like he was about to piss himself. She turned her eyes back up to the creature.

 ‘O-Our hideout is t-t-that way.’ She said, gesturing past Dwight and deep into the trees. The creature didn’t pay Dwight much mind as he passed him, and headed deep into the woods. He did slow down so the man could catch up, but he kept Cheryl tight in his arms. He didn’t let her down for a moment.

 And yet, Cheryl never felt safer.

[zachsgamejournal]

PLAYING: Resident Evil 7

I know I'm about 3 years late to the party, but I was hesitant to trust that Capcom could get back in touch with their Survival Horror roots.

My very regrettable mistake...

So: Resident Evil for PS1/Saturn was great!

Cinematic Storytelling: The game could be completed in under 2 hours (if you knew what you were doing). So that means you're not spending days to get through a feature-film level story (unlike SOME games). It makes the plot and characters a more crucial part of the experience.

Puzzles: Sure, the puzzles are little wacky: like clicking buttons under pictures in chronological order or you get attacked by well-trained zombie birds. But it made the game more than moving from point-a-to-b. It's about exploring and understanding your environment. Speaking of which...

The Environment: The Mansion (and it's other areas) was a character unto itself. It had secrets and a past. And since the game wasn't designed as a series of sequential levels, you really get to know the environment.

Zombies: Zombies were not the mainstream success they are now. Hell, Vampires were just barely getting attention through Interview the Vampire. I became obsessed with zombies and bought all 3 major films in existence.

Such a different time...

Anyway, the point, RE1 was great, RE2 was better, RE: Code Veronica was pretty good, and RE4 is stupid.

Well...not stupid, but it completely changed Resident Evil, and not for the better. While folks loved RE4, it really was the start of a new franchise, which RE5 and RE6 followed. And that's fine--except they sacrificed what Resident Evil was to make way for this new product.

Succinct, mystery-driven storytelling was replaced with nonsensical twist and turns that did little to grow the overall world or its characters. They just stretched contrived cliffhangers across overlong campaigns of mass murder.

Puzzles, as best i can remember, were sacrificed for challenge rooms filled with enemies while the player looked for the exit switch.

The environment, as great as the graphics were, simply became battle zones meant to offer shallow context to the bloodbath gameplay. RE4 did have a strong aesthetic, but you don't get to know each room and hall like you do in the classics. Nothing but well-dressed strangers to high-five as you pass by.

And what happened to the Zombies. I mean, they still had zombies--but they weren't zombies. Whatever. Resident Evil has always had a diverse set of monsters. They didn't have to sacrifice zombies...

All this to say, Resident Evil 7 is awesome!

The opening was a little cheesy with poorly synced dialog and a helicopter shot of Louisiana swampland I'm sure they stole from True Detective stock footage.

But once I took over the character, I was hooked. The game looks great on my phone and TV via Stadia. I enjoyed walking through the woods and house, looking at every little detail the artists meticulously placed.

I've seen most of a playthrough on Youtube (though I was distracted). So I kind of knew what to expect. It's way more intense when you play. Having dialog and cutscenes playout without leaving the first person camera is great at making you feel "there". So all that goes down and I end up in the house for dinner.

Watching this bit on YouTube, I was a little turned off by the obvious Chainsaw Massacre connections: but original RE was heavily influenced by horror films, why not this? (I also have a better understanding of this family cause I know some things.)

Once I gained control, roaming around the kitchen/dining/living room area was great. I was seeing hints to future puzzles, scavenging for supplies, and finding notes giving clues to events that were happening. Very Resident Evil.

I struggled a bit trying to get away from Jack. Since they gave me a hiding spot, I assumed stealth was gonna be a major component. Nope. Not really. Eventually I get to the save room (A SAVE ROOM!!) and then on to the garage fight.

I wasted all my ammo when I probably just needed to grab the car keys. Lesson learned. Jack trying to run me over was kind of crazy, and maybe a little laughable since I was just swiping at him with a pocket knife for five minutes.

After that, more of the house opens up. It's insanely huge and illogically designed. While it creates some great hallways, and helps the designers break the home up into controllable sections: there's no house build like this: wtf...

Going into the basement reminded me of RE2. The molded, I think, are people the family has kidnapped and infected with something. Some change and some don't. Know they've turned into very lethal zombie-esque creatures. Since they're infected people stumbling about, I'm gonna say they've rekindled the zombie. Kinda.

To fight these guys, I've resorted to my pocket knife. Saves ammo. I basically dance around them like I did guards in Thief, wacking where I can. Eventually I chop off their hands, often without taking damage. But the crab guy in the incinerator required a shotgun blast.

One of the fights, he cut off my leg and I was crawling around. I thought it was a scripted scene (I mean, I lost my arm already). Nope. You're supposed to pick it up and reattach it. Ah-well.

Jack wandering around the new area was frustrating. It seemed I could never lose him, so wasted a lot of health and ammo stunning him. His boss fight was pretty rough. I nearly gave up. It took some time getting used to the chainsaw. Right as I was about to switch to easy, I had a near perfect run and defeated him. My wife laughed at the way I was squirming on the couch trying to get a hit in without being cut in half!

Made it to the old house with the bugs. This went way faster. It reminded me of the guard house from RE1, which also had giant wasps. Without Jack or molded zombies, it was actually really easy to explore the house and solve its secrets. Once the old lady showed up, I thought I could lure her away from the exit room. She didn't buy it, so I just ran past her.

When it came to her boss fight, it reminded me a lot of Laughing Octopus in Metal Gear Solid. Which that boss was practically a horror movie in of itself. I thought the flame thrower was gonna be the way to go, but a guide suggested focusing on her belly. And I kept running out of fuel, then being harassed by flies. So I opted for the shotgun and had a successful run.

About a year and a half ago, I played through the original RE as Chris. I remember there was a point about a third of the way through that I had about seven rounds of pistol ammo, and a single green herb--yet several zombies stood in my way. I wasn't sure I was going to make it. But then, I unlocked the shotgun and the game became a breeze. Suddenly I had too much ammo, and too many healing items!

That has kind of happened here. I'm doing well on healing items (though I've used up my shotgun). Still, I feel confident sprinting around and doing quick searches of spaces. I don't even fight the molded much anymore.

Getting into Zoe's trailer was interesting, but you can interact with her bra. I thought that was kind of pervy. I'm guessing Zoe is a part of the family? I imagine she's some how the source.

I think it's great they keep putting the grandma in different places without explanation. The way she looks at you sometimes is creepy...

I'm not a huge fan of the VHS flashbacks. Often, they have you play areas you've either already played or will play. While it's inspired some game ideas of my own, it just feels like a cheap gimmick to get more playtime.

Anyway, this really does feel like a reboot of Resident Evil. It's capturing the strong environmental storytelling of the originals, and making it more about the horror, less about the action. I'm actually getting into the plot and mystery. I look forward to getting my answers.