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Fettered: 24 - Escape Attempt

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“All right, y'all wanna stay alive here, we’re gonna need t’ discuss some things,” was what Lucas had told her the day after her encounter with Jack. Since then, he’d been going over what to say and do around his folks and Eveline. If she could get them to trust her, she’d never have to worry about them again. So she memorized signals, triggers, and some interjections he suggested she use, though overall he told her not to do much talking.

“And y'all don’ gotta eat that nasty shit, just slip it t’ Diane, she loves it.”

It was dinner with the whole family that night, and a woman that she’d never seen. She was skinny, young, with black hair unruly in her face. Persephone sat between her and Lucas, forcing a straight face when Eveline jumped into her lap. She quietly held the young girl as Eveline bounced on her legs and chattered about her ‘new big sister’ — though she was having trouble pronouncing her name as anything other than ‘Persepenny’. Eveline took a liking to her long, thick hair and braided it as they waited for dinner.

“Your hair is so pretty, Sis!” “Thank you,” she replied, blank eyes staring at the table. “Why don’ ya come over here, Evie?” Lucas said. “I think yer big sis is a little tired.”

Eveline smiled wide and switched laps, giving Persephone space to breathe. Marguerite soon arrived with the food and handed out bowls and spoons. She dropped a good sized portion of the food into the bowl in front of Persephone. She felt her throat clench up and stomach lurch when the acrid scent of death hit her in the face. Looking away from the mess of organs (and a whole finger), she swallowed back the bile. 

When dinner started, Eveline got to her seat between Jack and Marguerite, who kept touching her hair and calling her precious. They didn’t notice Persephone spooning as much ‘food’ as possible to Diane, apologizing internally for giving such vile crap to the poor creature. Diane did seem to eat it right up but it didn’t make Persephone feel any better, knowing she probably would’ve gobbled down shit had it been given to her.

“So, Persephone,” Marguerite said. Persephone’s heart jumped, and she tightened her lips to keep it from showing. “You and my son, together again. You better be treatin’ my baby right.” “Of course…” She paused for a moment, staring down into her lap. Jack slammed his fist on the table, dinnerware rattling. “Dammit, young lady! You look at’chur mother when she’s talkin’ ta ya!” Persephone’s stiff gaze landed on Marguerite’s saccharine smile. “Well, I for one am glad my son’s got such a nice girl,” said Marguerite. “Ooh, I wonder if we could have a weddin’!”

Wedding? No. No, no, no, no — Persephone would not let herself be wed to Lucas, not under these circumstances and certainly not ‘till death by insanity or this crazy house do they part. She glanced over at Eveline, who clapped and bounced.

“I’ve always wanted to be in a wedding! I wanna be the flower girl!” “Oh, Evie,” said the black-haired woman, her eyes lighting up, “you’d look so beautiful with a little flower crown!” “All right, let’s not get too ahead a’ ourselves,” said Lucas; the only one making sense in the whole room, scarily enough. “We wanna make sure our newest family member is nice n’ comfy first, right?” “Of course,” Jack agreed. “Best not to rush these things, you know.” Eveline frowned and crossed her arms tight. “But I want a wedding! Don’t you, big Sis?” 

Her large, childish eyes looked Persephone over. Persephone’s gaze darted to Lucas. Lucas reached up and tapped his cheek twice, then pretended he was simply itching his jawline. Persephone held back her grimace. It would probably be the only answer Eveline would accept, otherwise a major tantrum could come on.

“Yes,” Persephone said, emotionless eyes locking onto Eveline’s. “I’d love to have a wedding one day.” Eveline giggled and squealed. “Yay!”

If she was going to plan a wedding, Persephone was going to drown herself in the bayou. 

Silence rested over the table, with just the sounds of eating and utensils scraping. The woman with the tangled black hair chowed down on the food and Lucas kept slipping it to Diane in secrecy. Marguerite smiled at everyone, but her brows clenched.

“That girl still thinks she’s too good for us?” She asked no one in particular. Jack tore through the organ meats with his serrated knife, then he said, “Zoe’s prob’ly in her trailer again. Someone’s gonna need ta teach that girl a lesson.” 

He put down his utensils, wiped his mouth, and stood. The screeching of his chair against the wooden floor made Persephone’s heart jump. It was the first time she realized she hadn’t seen Zoe at all, and now Zoe was in deep shit. She looked to Lucas, who was smirking and trying not to laugh. His sociopathic ass wasn’t going to do shit about it, so she shot up.

“I’ll do it.” The entire family looked at her, including Eveline. She continued, “You know, as an honorary member of the family. I think I should prove myself, and— uh—” She cracked her knuckles. “—‘teach her a lesson’.”

Jack’s eyes scanned her, then he sat back in his seat. She took that as permission and, after stealing one last glance at a confused Lucas as he unhooked her leash, Persephone jogged to the trailer. Uncertainty toward Zoe’s mindset made her think she should just walk away, but considering Zoe rarely, if ever, showed up for dinner — and because she shuddered at the thought of Lucas’s potential punishment — she decided to check if something else was going on.

When she approached Zoe’s dwelling, she caught sight of a silhouette darting away from the window. If Jack often ‘taught her a lesson’, it would be no wonder Zoe was on edge. She knocked on the door.

“Zoe, it’s me, Persephone. You in there?” “I have a shotgun,” Zoe warned. “I’m not here for trouble but aim it at me if it makes you feel better. Just open the door.”

Zoe’s shadow peered out of the window, then the door opened. Muzzles of the double-barrel shotgun pointed in her face and Zoe glared at her from around the gun. She backed up and motioned with a jerk of her head for Persephone to enter, then she slammed the door and locked them both inside.

She demanded, “Whaddaya want?”  “I needed a break. They’re pretty pissed at you for not going to dinner, you know. Jack was about to come over here. Figured I should instead.” “Yeah?” Zoe sneered. “Tryna get me ta put my guard down, are ya? I ain’t fallin’ for it.” “Whatever makes you feel better.”

Zoe’s finger rested upon the trigger, her arms quivering. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, Zoe probably searching for a good reason to put her down right then and there. Persephone didn’t plan on giving her any reason but if Zoe shot her dead, then so be it. To ease the tension, she showed Zoe her empty hands.

“I can turn out my pockets if you want,” she offered. “Do it.” Persephone did so, her empty pockets on full display. Zoe sighed, face falling. “God, Persephone. You’re real dumb for gettin’ messed up in all this.” “Yeah, I know. Speaking of, why don’t you join your family for dinner?” “Don’ call ‘em that.” “What should I call them, then?” “Dunno, but they’re not my family. Whatever Eveline did ta Momma n’ Daddy, they ain’t here anymore. N’ Lucas…” “Yeah, he’s a real asshat.”

A small smile threatened Zoe’s features but she quickly dashed it, still holding the shotgun up to Persephone’s face.

“Gonna shoot me?”

They stood in silence for a moment as Zoe scanned her. Eventually, however, Zoe lowered her gun, finger now off the trigger. 

“No. Just hard ta know who ta trust anymore.” “Don’t trust me just yet,” Persephone said, pointing to her collar. “Got this baby ‘cuz I go berserk just like everyone else.” “Lucas put that on you?”  “Yep.” “Christ. If he’s treatin’ you like that, he must really be far gone.”

Zoe set the gun aside and gestured for them to sit at her small dining table at the back of the trailer, two booth-like seats on the sides. Persephone sat on one side, moving the cigarette butts that lined the table so she could rest her arms atop it. Zoe sighed, sitting on the other side as she lit a cigarette with shaky hands.

It was the first time Persephone’d gotten a good look at Zoe’s trailer. Small and cramped, but appeared to have once been cozy. Dirty clothes lay sprawled on the floor, ashtrays filled to the brim covered the table, discarded cigarettes were scattered at their feet, and a layer of grime coated everything. A scent of flowers and sweets tried to mask the body odor and cigarette smoke that filled the trailer, but whatever sprays or candles she was using weren’t working.

“How you holdin’ up?” Zoe asked and Persephone’s gaze came back to her. “Well, I’m not dead. That’s something, I guess.” “Ya never shoulda come here.” “Maybe not, but… It’s weird. If knew what was here, I still would’ve come back.” “Ya know that’s crazy, right?” “Yep. But I didn’t have any reason to keep going. Dad’s dead, Terry killed herself, I had a shit job, and I’m pretty much a surgeon already — just two years left and I woulda been in.” She leaned over the table, chin on her arms. “But I didn’t give a shit. About anything.”

There was a brief silent reprieve between them. Zoe took such a long drag off her cigarette that it burnt down to the filter. She snubbed it out in the crowded ashtray and reached for another, then smoked more before finally speaking.

“Wish I didn’t give a shit. Wish that I stopped lovin’ Judith, missin’ school, wishin’ I could grow up n’ do somethin’ with my life. But that’s all gone now. I’ll never get any of that back. Especially not Judith.” “I’m sorry, Zoe. I’m sure Judith still loves you.” Zoe breathed deeply. “I miss ‘er so much.” “You two were together for a long time.” “Yeah.” A small grin broke Zoe’s lips. “Funny. She n’ I got together ‘round the same time you n’ Lucas did.”

Persephone forced a listless smile, still leaning across the table. She could only watch as Zoe's eyes swam with emotion. Zoe's lips quivered against the cigarette, and her brow was upturned wrinkling her forehead. A tear slipped from her eye.

“How can we talk about you n’ Lucas, n’ me n’ Judith, n’ you not shed a single tear? Aren’t you sad, too, Persephone?”

Persephone paused. She was sad to know her old life with Lucas was over, sad to know that her sanity was slipping away and she’d wind up just as crazy as everyone else. Yet equal parts of her were numb to it all. Rather than dumping all of that onto poor, stressed Zoe, she replied simply,

“Just dumb as hell, I guess.”

Zoe chuckled at her response but it soon turned into more tears and sniffling. She stood up and threw herself into Persephone’s arms, sobbing. Persephone’s lips tightened, a single hand patting Zoe’s back. She tried to hold Zoe and let her cry. It was difficult to see Zoe, who seemed so strong to resist Evie and brave to go against her family, break down that way.

Persephone sat at dinner, examining all of her twisted ‘family members’, some glowering, some smiling. Marguerite gushed more about the wedding and Eveline clapped and sang about being a flower girl. A protest tried to erupt from Persephone’s lips but her jaw wouldn’t move, try as she might.

She rubbed her eyes in hopes it would snap her out of her trance, but when she opened them again, the table had been replaced with a black void. Her body fell into it, and a bubbling, moldy mess awaited her. She tried to scream but her jaw wouldn’t open. A hoarse and shrill screech tore at the back of her throat, its sound the herald of the beast within the void: Lucas, dressed in a ripped and musty tuxedo. He reached out for her with a huge, pale hand. His fingers wrapped so tight around her body that it ripped open her jaw and her scream finally came through.

He tore her into the void and her feet hit solid ground. She wore a white, yellowing wedding dress, dirty and fetid, a bouquet of dying flowers in her grasp as she stood before Lucas and his soulless eyes. He took her hand in his and she heard their disembodied voices agreeing to be wed. The wedding band slipped on her left ring finger. She stared down at it with trembling, sweaty hands.

“No,” she whispered.

The audience comprised of people crying and smiling, as if it was the happiest moment of anyone’s life. Persephone kept repeating, “no,” over and over, louder each time until she screamed it. The members of the family, all dressed in dirty formal clothes, laughed at her. Monsters lined the outside, dripping black mold onto the ground, cackling. Her mother and father’s decaying corpses sat in the audience, roaring with malicious laughter alongside her featureless dead aunt. They laughed at her struggling, laughed at her torment, laughed as Lucas forced her into the finalizing kiss.

Persephone gasped awake, breathing hard and dripping sweat underneath the covers. A nightmare — another crazy fucking nightmare. Felt so real. But was the waking world any better? 

Persephone laid on her side and stared at the opposite half of the bed where Lucas had fallen asleep, phone in his lap. She watched him sleep. Images of that dream — the dirty wedding dress and the musty tuxedo — flashed across her mind. Their wedding would be spent with those mold monsters sitting alongside the fucked up members of his family, and her mother, aunt, and father’s corpses. Eveline would be their flower girl, the black-haired woman her bridesmaid. 

Persephone’s heart raced. She needed to get the fuck out. She didn’t know what she’d do once she left — get out of town and never look back? — but she couldn’t stay.

Gently, silently, she sat up. Her hands quivered as they rose toward her collar. She felt its phantom tingles of electricity along her throat. She held her breath as she unbuckled it and laid it across the bed with her attached leash. Her breath returned slowly. She tiptoed out of the room, to the left through the kitchen, and toward the security door. Her hand grasped the handle, shaking, sweat making the metal slick as she pressed the lever with her thumb and pushed the door open. 

Persephone’s heart fell when she heard the vibration of his phone and a small, second-long alarm chirp from the bedroom. She broke through to the barn, heart pounding in her head and chest. 

The door that led to the barn was open and she rushed through it. Something was being constructed, tools and wire fence laying in the middle of the floor with a short barrier of wood Persephone had to leap over. She ran to the barn doors, seeing some construction in the front; a metal box not quite finished and more tools inside that she nearly tripped over. 

The barn door beyond had been chained shut. She yanked at them, wishing she could tear the doors off their hinges. All these fucking chains and locks and shit keeping her confined — she couldn’t take it anymore!

“Pers,” she heard Lucas calling softly, stopping her. “C’mon, Pers, I’m not mad, just come back t’ bed.”

His gentle voice sent a sharp chill down her back. She hid behind the wall of the metal box, pressed against a dead pig. The putrid stench pierced her nose. Lucas searched around the barn. She tried to think, sidling along the walls and sneaking behind rotting hay bales with thoughts flying through her mind. If she could make it to the guest house, she could climb her way out into the forest.

“Ya can’t leave, Pers. Trust me on that.”

She saw him scouring the construction area. There was no cover from her position to get across to the door she came in. Persephone breathed deeply, anticipation of her next move making her skin crawl. 

She dashed out of her hiding spot, ignoring Lucas calling out to her. When she was through the door, she slammed it behind her. Rather than run back down the hall where he’d surely catch up with her, she dove into the small storage room at the corner and hid behind the half-shut door. 

A dirty, square window in the door let her see out and she crouched down as low as she could, praying he wouldn’t notice. He stopped in front of the door, back facing her as he inspected the hall.

He turned, then opened the door farther, peeking inside. Her breath caught in her throat as the door nearly hit her feet. If it had, he would’ve known for sure and she wouldn’t stand a chance.

Lucas scanned the room. She put her hands up against her mouth to stifle her breathing. Just don’t look behind the door, she chanted in her mind, just don’t look behind the door. She shut her eyes tight in terror that accidental eye contact would give her away. It took so long for him to be satisfied with his observations that the lack of oxygen to her racing heart made her lightheaded.

“Hmm,” he grunted and shut the door behind him.

His soft footsteps faded away to somewhere in the house. She released her suppressed breath a few moments later, panting to catch up with her pulsating heart. Now that she wasn’t sure where Lucas had gone, getting to the guest house might not go so well. She carefully stood on quivering legs, peering out the window. The hallway was empty down both ends, as far as she could see. 

She opened the door, cursing its creaking. Each rasp threatened to give her away. Her legs felt like lead as she trekked as quickly and quietly as possible back to the barn. There had to be something she could do, something she could find amongst the tools to help her, something on the upper level — she didn’t know.

When she slipped into the barn, her blood ran cold at the sight of something in her peripherals. Her legs froze, neck straining to look. Lucas had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“‘Sup. Thought ya could trick me, did ya?”

She tried to run, making it only to the fence in the middle of the room before he grabbed the back of her shirt and ripped her into him. His arms locked around her, keeping hers by her sides. She flailed, back of her head slamming into his collarbone, feet kicking his legs and anything around her.

“Let me go! I can’t do this anymore! LET ME GO!” “Ya can’ leave! If ya leave, Evie’s gonna kill you!” Persephone stopped thrashing. Her lungs heaved. “Wha—what?” “That’s what I been tryna tell ya. Ya can’t leave, Pers.” “Y… You’re lying! Lemme go!” “I’m not lyin’! I told y'all I didn’ want ya here fer a reason!”

She didn’t know how Eveline would find out that she left, but with everything else that’d happened, it could very well be the truth. That’s why he’d been so adamant on her not leaving. She thought it was just his way of controlling her, keeping her locked up so he could use her (though, that undoubtably was part of it). But now… Now she wasn’t so sure. Zoe was right. She was real stupid to get herself mixed up in all of this. She let exhaustion overtake her and fell into his chest, hopeless and trapped.

[weskerssunglasses]

Hi! This might be an odd request but could you write nicholai and Lucas (re7) dating a dimitrescu! Daughter reader? (She doesnt hate men, is actually a big Man enjoyer) and like despite her scary looks and blood draining shes actually like really cuddly and actually nice? (I can see nicholai having the time of his life cuz hes dating a rich girl :3c)

Thank u in advance! Take ur time

Rating: SFW

TWs: N/A

Notes: I focused mostly on their dynamic with your family

Nikolai

He wants combat data on your mother and sisters to sell 💀

He talks a big game to you about how he's not afraid of your mother, and... he actually isn't

He's faced far scarier in his line of work, so while you expect him to freak out, he's just chilling every time he's around her

Also, he has (relative) faith your mother and sisters wouldn't hurt him for your sake... He's probably right

Your sisters annoy the hell out of him though

They fawn over him in a mocking way like they did with Ethan (minus the murderous intent)

They like to prod specifically at his age, especially if you're significantly younger

"So what was the great depression like?" "I will open that fucking window, Bella, so help me-"

He loves that your family is wealthy, and puts up with your mother and sisters' insults for it

He finds out that you live in a literal castle and he gets heart eyes basically

Your mother makes aggressive comments about how he's never seeing a dime of it but he has more money than he could ever know what to do with, so he just shrugs it off. It's not like he needs it

However, if you ever did want to sell the castle...

Anyways, your sisters treat him like he's an older brother they need to irritate, and your mother treats him like she treats Heisenberg. So, violent and disgusted, but restrained enough to not actually hurt him

Lucas

He scares your family 💀

He's never beating the unsettling and off putting allegations

I feel like him and your sisters have like. Unsettling battles

Like you sisters try to unnerve him with some story about how they were made, or the town in general, and he hits them with the "My dad cut my hand off once :D" or "I locked a kid in my attic and left him to starve :)"

Your sisters pull you aside and are like "are you safe??" as if there's not corpses in the cellar

Your mother is horrified you brought this absolute rat of a man home. Like she has this beautiful, refined, historic castle filled with only the finest of items, and you're bringing in this bat-shit insane hick from the middle of nowhere in Louisiana

"I don't even know what to do with this- this stray dog you've brought home-"

She's so distracted by his general lack of decorum that she's momentarily too distracted to be pissed about his general presence in your life

"Boots off before you step on the rugs!"

I feel like he would get along great with Heisenberg because he's so into engineering, which doesn't help his case in your mother's eyes

Similarly to Nikolai though, your sisters and mother won't kill him for your sake- they have (begrudgingly) accepted that you love him

(Your mother may spray him with a hose, though...)

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New fic :D about my re OC because I wanted to make something with her

My evil kitty baby Sugar

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New Chris Redfield X OC Fic

Hey, y'all! I'm back to writing this month! I decided to bite the bullet and create an OC fic. It was intended to be my usual Chris Redfield X reader fic, but the OC seemed to fit in better with the storyline. It was written with the full intention of the Reader being able to imagine themselves as the love interest, but I just added more details for the character's development. I hope y'all enjoy!

When it's Over

Chapter 1: Saints & Sinners

The heavy noise of the helicopter blades roared in her ears. Her team was on the way to Dulvey, Louisiana to assist in apprehending the Bio-terrorist, Lucas Baker.

They had already sent in some Blue Umbrella & BSAA agents to unsuccessfully subdue Baker. Her team was sent in to find the missing soldiers and to rescue Ethan Winters. 

The aircraft was completely silent on the ride over. She took the time to say a quiet prayer, not just for herself, but the others too.

She would be lying if she didn’t admit to being terrified, this was her first big mission as a major player. Usually, she would be on the sidelines waiting to collect the data from the neutralized sites or taking care of the wounded.  

This would be the first time she would be in the action as it was happening. She wondered how desperate they would be to send someone like her to the forefront. 

She was snapped out of her thoughts when Captain Redfield yelled for everyone’s attention. 

“We’re encountering a serious bio-terrorist here, our main goal is to neutralize Lucas Baker, but we’ve lost comms with some of our best down there. If you see anybody down there, try to get them to safety.”

She gulped. The best had been lost down there. What was she considered?

She was preparing to mentally distance herself from the whole situation when Captain Redfield sat down next to her. 

“You good, Connolly?” he said sensing her insecurity.

“Damn him,” she thought. Of course, he knew how to spot hesitation, that's how people get killed. 

“I’m just mentally preparing is all.” She was honest. 

This job wasn’t easy or for the faint of heart.

 She was self-admittedly sensitive, but she did have balls of steel. The only way she knew how to survive was to separate herself mentally and convince herself it wasn’t real. 

Sure, it wasn’t a great way to get along, but it kept her alive.

“What are you holding?” he asked curiously.

This was her first time working with Captain Redfield.  She assumed he was trying to get to know her, so he could at least tell her family something at her funeral.

Don’t think like that Anna.

“It’s my pendant of St. Barbara,” she told him, holding up the pendant so he could see the details.

“St. Barbara?” he asked, semi-confused. 

“I’m guessing you didn’t grow up Catholic, Captain.” She laughed light-heartedly. 

He returned her smile. 

“You got me, I don’t put much worth into religion these days,” Chris said readjusting himself in his seat. 

“I can’t blame you, it’s hard to have faith some days.” 

Chris let out a sarcastic laugh. 

“She’s the Patron Saint of those who work with explosives or those who face sudden and violent deaths on the job. Pretty fitting for our line of duty, huh?” 

Chris was silent.

“My sister gave me this pendant after finishing basic training for the BSAA; even though my family begged me not to join but I felt called to.” She said.

“I understand what that’s like.” He said. 

Anna thought for a minute and placed the pendant in Redfield’s gloved hand.

“You should take it, I think it’ll do you some good to have it on you,” she said with a smile. “We are hunting for this sicko in an abandoned salt mine.”

“Are you sure? Your sister gave this to you, Connolly.” He said through a furrowed brow. 

“She’ll have plenty of time to give me another one. She’ll be thankful I gave it to you.” She said assuringly.

She was thankful Captain Redfield decided to speak with her, She felt more confident now than she did before.  

Chris nodded and placed the pendant into one of his tactical pockets. The gesture filled him with a warmth he hadn’t experienced in a long time. 

Damn, she was kind. 

“Thanks, Connolly.” he managed out.

Before she could respond, the speaker of the aircraft crackled to life.

“We’re about to land, get ready to deploy troops.” 

Chris sat up quickly, “All right you heard him.”

Anna inhaled deeply when the aircraft carrier doors opened and the other troops slid down without hesitation.

“Ladies first,” Captain Redfield said to her. She must have been hesitating more than she thought. 

Anna slid down and was relieved when she quickly felt the ground under her heavy boots. 

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They had been in the mine for not even 15 minutes when the horrors began. 

She and Captain Redfield had encountered the first missing soldier together. He tried to warn them, to let him die; but that's when the supposedly “deceased” soldier sprung up from the floor.

“Gotcha!” 

It was Lucas Fucking Baker. He had strapped a bomb to your Captain’s wrist and Chris pushed Anna back to try to get her away.

Anna unconsciously let out a yelp as her back collided with the ground. 

Anna tried to get back to her feet and shoot Lucas, but she didn’t have a clear enough shot. 

It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sweetie,” he said with a disgusting emphasis on the last part.

The way he addressed her made her feel sick; like she wanted to set her clothes on fire.

“My hand might just Slip!” and with that, the soldier’s head exploded.

She was so detached from the situation, she thought it was someone else who screamed “NO!” 

She felt her legs start to buckle, but she knew this was only the beginning, and that she had to nut up if she had any chance of surviving the mine. 

“You better go get that bomb off your wrist Redfield, wouldn’t want to leave your lady friend down here alone with me.” Lucas sneered “Actually, maybe you should. I bet y’all keep her in great shape, she could take a couple of rounds before I kill her.” 

She wanted to vomit. 

“Shut the fuck up, Lucas!” Redfield roared. 

“I’d love to stay and make you watch Christopher, but I have some business to deal with. Y’all better head back up if you know what’s good for you.” with that, he shut the door behind him as the room released E-type spores.

“Shit,” Chris said as their ventilators switched on.

Anna looked at him. “He’s right, we have to get that off of you, It looks different from the one who killed our comrade though. I think it has a timer that hasn’t been activated yet.” 

“How can you tell?” 

“If he really wanted us dead just now, he would have killed us. He’s getting greedy and that’s when these guys fuck up.” Anna reasoned.

“I guess you’re right, but it still doesn’t mean he can’t detonate it at any time he wants, we’ll proceed with caution.” 

That's when their comms unit crackled to life. “You two can’t be serious. We have to get that off of you, Redfield.” HQ scolded them.

“The only reason we’re down here is that the BSAA seems to be convinced you are the good guys. Do you really want us to pull out now when we’re so close to apprehending Baker? Not a chance in hell.” Chris said sternly into the Mic. 

HQ sighed. “We’ll talk more when you get back to base, Captain Redfield. Just stay focused on the mission ahead.”

Anna could hear the smirk in Captain Redfield’s voice when he answered with a “Yes Ma’am.”

[angelmarya24]

Who knew it would be writing some cursed Lucas Baker fanfics that would get me back into my writing obsession😅

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Will u ever come back tosome other stories about like the og's ; Lucas Baker, The Breather, Wrench 🔧???

No pressure at all just asking

Also I wrote this high so 🤷‍♀️ mistakes

happens

I wish I had time for that, Anons. Probably not is my answer.

I’ve written so many fics for Lucas Baker, Wrench and The Breather. Not only do my ideas feel derivative at this point, but I’d rather spend what little free time I have exploring new things. <3

[brokenangelwings22]

Note: I will not be including villains in any games I haven’t played. This includes 1, 5 and 6. All villains are from the remakes, 7 and 8. Nemesis has already been added.

[strawberryforks]

new to this whole fanfiction thing and these are the characters i know i would enjoy writing about! send scenarios you’d like me to write and i will happily do so! that being said, happy new years! <33 red highlights are my favourite characters (feel free to psychoanalyse me based on my type in fictional men baha)

the vampire diaries — damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, klaus mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson

outerbanks — jj maybank, john b routledge, rafe cameron (regrettably), pope heyward

marvel — peter parker, bucky barnes

dc — jason todd, gar (beast boy from netflix’s titans)

station 19 — jack gibson, victoria hughes

grey’s anatomy — derek shepherd, mark sloan, jackson avery

macgyver — angus “mac” macgyver

the 100 — bellamy blake, john murphy, raven reyes

the hunger games — finnick odair, peeta mellark, even the primreaper if you ask really nicely

call of duty — simon “ghost” riley, john “soap” mactaviah, kyle “gaz” garrick

stranger things — steve harrington

one tree hill — peyton sawyer, lucas scott, nathan scott

supernatural — sam winchester, dean winchester, castiel

my life with the walter boys — alex walter, cole walter, issac garcia

misc. — chat noir (mlb) draco malfoy (harry potter), harry potter (explanatory), dash (dash & lily), carl gallagher (shameless), lip gallagher (shameless), marcus baker (ginny & georgia), gilbert blythe (anne with an “e”), killian jones (once upon a time)

[chocobothis]

📓

Nikolai kidnaps Nico to bait out Jill because he wants more combat data to prove the T-103s are still viable in the current market. Clearly the ones in the Eastern Slav Republic were doing good earlier that year but that was Agent Kennedy with assistance. He wants to prove what they can do, in bulk, against Jill Valentine who took out Nemesis.

Nico's new-ish to 23 when this happens in later part of 2011. So, yes, the earlier part of the year did involve Claire and Moira getting kidnapped. She's actually fucking done with all of this and has been for years now. Nico manages to disable five of the six before they're let out of the pods; turns out her very, very unique antibodies more or less break them down. So she really just injects her blood into the pods. The sixth one is a much bigger fight where she's trying to not become a greasy spot on the ground until she can inject that one too. She does get to Nikolai and he's a very unlucky man. This isn't Racoon City, she's not Jill Valentine, and a few years past being bothered about killing unchanged people.

There's a lot more happening than just action and revenge. Nikolai picks the still vastly empty counties where Nico's outbreak happened. Being in this area brings up so much trauma from just surviving that outbreak at 16. But it goes deeper than that. Vera Bright (the name her family and everyone there knew her as) died that night. Nico Bright lived and thrived and that's who she is.

It also taps into this festering rage that she couldn't protect Claire and Moira. As much as she's fighting (and graphically murdering) Nikolai Zinoviev for fucking over Raccoon City with greed, it's also very, very personal. He hurt Carlos and Jill in ways that they will never full recover from. They're people she loves with the same ease as breathing and with such a fervor that she's on the hunt. He thinks he's in charge of this little ""show"" but it's her. Yeah, he's taken down professionals but she's not a professional. He has a very angry, very dangerous less than pro that's decided he's breathed too long.

By the time the BSAA gets there things are done and over with. She's a bloody mess with broke or dislocated bones, strangulation marks around her throat (from Nikolai), a concussion, and a black eye. Nikolai is very dead in the same room and it's a gruesome mess. The mercenaries he hired as his crew, the living ones anyway, mostly just surrender. One of them describes it as, "Yeah, there some BOWs there and then monster that tore through them."

I feel like I don't lean into just how mercenary Nico is at the end of the day. She would die doing what she thinks is right. That's just who she is at her very core. There's this fierce love that guides everything but she's also ruthless. Sometimes the ends justify the means. If she has to be judge, jury, and executioner then she will be. Her not meeting Lucas Baker was for the best because there very likely would not have been a Lucas Baker left for RE7. He's a bully and a blight and the swamp doesn't give up its secrets.

A part of her sees it as she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty for the right cause or something adjacent to the right cause. It's why she eventually gets on with like Ada like a house on fire. There's a level of legality that just doesn't need to be bothered with. She protects Leon because he's one of the Good People in the world like Chris, Jill, Carlos, and Claire.

Yes, this the event that gets her nicknamed Borzoi; something that she takes in stride and uses as her call sign with Hound Wolf. Because she's a little hound that killed a big, silver wolf.

Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.

[yesactuallyican]

Hello Byler Tag! Would any fanfiction readers be interested in a book I'm thinking of writing? I'll probably end up writing it anyways, but I'm curious to see if anyone would like it!

Okay, so, the basic premise is a Royal AU, Mike's a prince and Will's the son of the seamstress who works for the king and queen. Will didn't have a place to go when his mother worked, so he hid in the castle gardens everyday. He met Mike that way, and every day after Mike snuck out of his window into the garden to see Will. After his mom quits her job, he still comes around via the window, twice a week in the evenings, and once a week he sneaks the prince into the city with him. (They fall in love eventually, because I said so) This is featuring Dustin, a bakers son (and Will's childhood friend), Lucas, son of the castle guard (Mike's childhood friend), and princess/suitor for Mike, El (a lesbian) who's in love with the fortune teller's daughter, Max. Hopper's a castle guard, Murray is the royal advisor (Because I said so, it'd be hilarious), Jonathan's a tailor, Steve is the son of a local Lord, who proposes his ideas to the court (That are really from Robin, who's highly educated but not respected, because she's a girl) and they makes friends with all the young royals and the townskids.

I feel like it's a really intriguing idea, would anyone read it if I wrote it?

(My ao3 is here!) https://archiveofourown.org/users/Yesactuallyican

[hydrangea-bindery]

MISERY LOVES ITS COMPANY • @mademoisellebianx

“Back in the bedroom, I told you the story of the mongoose and the snake. Ring any bells? (…) What d'ya think? How can those two wretched animals co-exist in one burrow?”

After a series of unfortunate events, Clancy Jarvis decides to accept a cameraman job offer for his friend's ghost-hunting docuseries. However, this decision proves to be the worst one he's ever made when he and his new colleagues find themselves venturing into the Bakers' haunted mansion in Dulvey, Louisiana. He soon becomes the sole survivor of the group and is then turned into an unwilling captive of the crazy family that lived there. Clancy is determined to survive whatever horrors he is forced to face but little did he know that he's piqued the curiosity and interest of a genius sociopath hell-bent on keeping him there with him.

Here it is!!!! This is the big one that I’ve been planning out in the back of my mind since I first heard of bookbinding. I originally formatted this out ages ago as the first bind I wanted to do, before deciding that I didn’t have the skills nor experience (or a color printer😅) to this give work the proper treatment it deserved, but now I’m able to give you the double whammy of the Mongoose and Snake Editions to match our two main characters, Clancy and Lucas. Please, please, please go check this out, it was an absolute joy to beta this fic and go give the incredible Bianx some love! She was kind enough to put up with my horrible end of year schedule and my slow ass editing towards the end of this fic, so please go give her all the compliments she deserves!! You can also see all the amazing art she commissioned that made its way into this binding on her page too! Also, check out the incredible @zhalfirin who’s Brelik poems binding was the inspiration for this cover. And don’t worry, we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled Disco bindings in no time😆✌🏻

[britt-writes]

i know you did a list of headcanons on how uninfected!lucas shows affection, but do you think you could give some headcanons on how infected lucas shows affection? i feel like it’d be more menacing ^^

Sure can!

CW: Blood, violence, unhealthy relationship, obsessive behaviour.

Post-Infection Affection HCs

• Lucas, even in his insanity, isn't always menacing when it comes to showing just how much he loves you, though you may want to take that statement with a grain of salt.

• He can be extremely doting, constantly checking in on you and asking how you're doing. He has little to no concept of personal space, often sitting you on his lap and snuggling the life out of you while watching his victims on his monitors.

• He does take care of you by bringing you actual, edible food, and he often sits down to eat with you so he can spend some time with you. You won't be able to shoo him away. He kind of considers it to be a dinner date.

• He sometimes brings you means of entertainment like books and, for some reason, old toys of his from his childhood.

• Now, Lucas wouldn't physically harm you. He just loves you way too much to put a bruise on that pretty face of yours. But make no mistake, he's not afraid to threaten you in very morbid ways if you test his patience. Though the threats are usually hollow words, it's best not to thread those waters with someone like Lucas.

• He likes to keep you extremely close to him; you barely have any privacy when it comes to Lucas. He's made you a little room right next to his main workspace, but he's installed possibly dozens of cameras to creep up on you.

• What? How else is he supposed to keep an eye on you and protect you from Eveline, the mold and his batty parents? At least, that's what he says.

• While there may be some truth to it, he definitely gets his rocks off to watching you nearly 24/7.

• He keeps you on a tight leash; if you want to wander off anywhere, it'll be with him in tow, and you have no say in that. What if you get hurt? What if you run away from him? Lucas would hate to lose his favourite person.

• Speaking of keeping you close, Lucas loves having you help him out in setting up some of his traps, and as twisted as it is, he feels that he loves you enough to just ramble on and on about his deadly ideas and even asks for your input. He never had anyone listen to him as much as you do!

• He definitely makes game rooms for you, though he tones down the harmful and fatal contraptions. His goal isn't to kill his favourite person ever, just give 'em one hell of a scare. It's entertaining.

• Sometimes, he walks alongside you in those game rooms, though he doesn't tell you how any of the puzzles work; he'll let you figure it out. It's another one of his ideas of a fun date.

• If you ever mention anyone who's even remotely wronged you in your past, Lucas will make it his goal to get them to test out his best inventions. Even if it's something as trivial as someone having called you weird just that one time, he won't stand for it. You're fucking perfect, so he won't accept any other perspective from others than that.

• For the people who've harmed you the worst, Lucas makes sure to take their lives with his bare hands so that he can show you the dead, mangled body in person. He's always got such a creepy, satisfied grin whenever he does that.

• "Look, baby! Remember yer shithead of an ex that cheated on ya? Well, he's dead now... look at all the stab wounds! Yer welcome; love ya!"

[grumpyhedgehogs]

Rose Colored Glasses

Summary:  Ethan sacrifices everything for family. Then, with help from a familiar face, he moves on.

Notes:  Just a little something brought on by me lamenting the fact that there aren't enough fics out there that just have the Winterses and Bakers being normal friends and family.

AO3

The third time Ethan dies, he wakes up warm.

It’s a large step up from the frozen wasteland Eveline greeted him in, but the process of coming back is still just as painful. This time, it’s not his chest feeling hollow or his ribs burning as they scraped together after being shoved into the cavity where his heart was supposed to be. Now it’s mostly a full body ache; for a moment, before his thoughts reorder into some semblance of sense, Ethan thinks wildly that he has the flu, that everything since Mia had finished making dinner had to be a fever dream. She made soup--maybe because he’s been sick? She was always better at noticing when something was wrong than Ethan was. She probably put him to bed after dinner, gave him a cold compress maybe, and he’d passed out and thought up the entire nightmare because of that stupid children’s story.

The ache eases, though, almost immediately, leaving behind the warmth sinking into his bones. Ethan sighs but doesn’t open his eyes. It was all real--he knows that. He died--again--and now he’s...somewhere else. But the air isn’t cloying in his lungs, and he doesn’t hurt anymore, and it’s so, so comfortable, so he doesn’t suppose he minds too much. Rose is safe, Mia is safe, even Chris is safe. Hasn’t he earned a little rest? Hasn’t he earned the right to close his eyes for a while?

Sensation filters back in gradually, and Ethan realizes all of a sudden that he isn’t wearing his jacket or hoodie anymore. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbow. He doesn’t feel the heavy weight of his hiking boots on his ankles. His pants feel clean and unwrinkled, rather than stiff with bloodstains. There’s a constant pressure at his back holding him up, like lying on a brand new mattress. Then sound fills his ears; rain against a windowpane, his own soft breathing, the far-off sound of pots and pans and a stove turning on. His nose twitches when he smells something spicy and full-bodied, a good home-cooked meal. But Ethan still does not open his eyes. They’re too heavy. The ache has passed, but Ethan’s body is so very heavy.      

Even when a hand passes over his brow, Ethan can’t seem to find the strength to open his eyes. The fingertips are square and blunt, the skin worn from hard work. The palm rests gently over his brow before moving on. Ethan thinks of Mia, running her fingers through his hair every time he’d get sick, and cannot keep in a tiny, miserable noise.

“Shh, you're alright, son,” says a familiar voice. It’s less rough now, less demented than Ethan remembers it. Kinder, definitely. “You’re alright now. You’ve gone through enough pain to warrant a little rest.”

Ethan murmurs incomprehensibly, even to himself, and drifts.

When he wakes again, he is still warm. It makes him sigh and settle before finally, finally, opening his eyes.

The room he is in is rustic, with old, worn carpets and wooden furniture. The bedframe is wood too, and his blanket a deep blue, obviously hand-knit. The rain still patters away at the window above his head, but it's gentle and calm. A pair of loafers he recognizes as his own wait at the foot of his bed.

Sitting at his bedside, his glasses slipping halfway down a sloping nose, is Jack Baker.

“Hello, Ethan.”

“Hello, Jack.”

Ethan sits up, scrubs a hand through his hair and over his eyes. A phantom pain twinges through his wrist and he hisses, but it’s gone the next second. Jack hums and nods. “You’re feelin’ some pain?”

“Just the old ones,” Ethan tells him, letting resignation drip from his words. Waking up to a dead man-turned-monster after his own death is just par for the course at this point. Somewhere between getting his hand chopped off by a monstrous version of his wife and realizing that Mother Miranda ripping his heart out was not, in fact, the first time he died, Ethan stopped trying to make the world make sense. Jack Baker waiting for him in the afterlife? Fine. Sure. Why not?

“That’ll happen for a while,” Jack tells him, still gentle as a lamb. “The older they are, the more the pains stick around. They’ll leave you eventually. Just takes some time.”

Ethan nods and swings his legs out of bed. He looks up, considering, and at the openness of Jack Baker’s face, quirks the corners of his mouth up. “This is it then, huh? This is the end.”

Jack smiles too, wider than Ethan thinks he could manage. “Don’t know ‘bout that--but this is what we have for now. Reminds you of old times, huh?”

“Just not the good times,” Ethan says.

“No,” Jack agrees tiredly. “Not the good ones.”

His companion is silent as Ethan slips on his shoes and, after another pause, clumsily folds the blanket he has been given. Afterwards, he has to admit he can’t prolong the inevitable any more. “What are you doing here, Jack?”

Jack seems to take him at his real meaning, take his words for what are you doing here with me, Jack? “You remember what I told you the last time we saw each other, son? What I asked you to do?”

“‘Free my family.’” Ethan repeats. Those words have haunted him for longer than he’d have thought possible. All that death and the blood resting squarely on his hands--could it really be labeled as freedom?

Jack leans forward and, telegraphing his movements, slowly places his hand over one of Ethan’s. His fingers are square and strong and soft against Ethan’s reflexive fist. He finds himself relaxing far more quickly than he’d have expected. “You did as I asked you, Ethan,” Jack tells him. “Even though it pained you, even though it was the most difficult thing in the world for me to ask of you, you helped us. You didn’t have to.”

Ethan stares at him blankly. “Sure I did.”

“Oh?” Jack smiles, leans back and crosses his arms. His rocking chair is more stable than the one they’d had Eveline’s old body stored in back in Dulvey. It creaks with his movements. “You could’ve broken a window and run for it. You found your wife and could’ve gone off into the woods instead of facing Eveline. But you stayed, and you helped, and now we’re here instead of stuck in that mold.”

“Well--but--it wasn’t like I had a choice--” Ethan tries, his tongue feeling thick and strange in his mouth. No one has ever actually sat and talked with him about what happened in Louisiana, never acknowledged what he’d had to sacrifice before Ethan himself brought it up. Even Mia shied away from it. Taking a deep breath, Ethan tried again. “It was just the right thing to do.”

“But you did it, Ethan. No one else. So thank you.”

And well, that is true, so Ethan keeps his mouth shut. He shrugs, feeling awkward and embarrassed and not sure why. Jack Baker takes pity on him after a silent moment. “Since you helped us, we decided to wait for you. To make sure y’all are safe and sound when it came to be your time.” Jack looks over the rim of his glasses at Ethan, and for a second Ethan feels like a little boy about to be scolded. “We thought it would be quite a while before you showed back up, son.”

Ethan snorts. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Don't see why you should apologize for saving your daughter. There is nothing disappointing about you, Ethan.”

That warmth increases in Ethan’s chest. “Who else is here? Marguerite?”

Jack nods and softly claps his hands on his thighs. “She was fit to be tied when you showed up so unexpectedly. She’s downstairs now, getting some supper ready. We figured you’d be a bit peckish.”

For how well his last dinner with the Bakers went, Ethan feels considerably less apprehensive at the smells wafting upstairs. “What about Eveline? Lucas?”

“Lucas comes and goes,” Jack tells him. “He’s--he’s Lucas. It’s been harder for him than the two of us. He’ll come around.”

Ethan privately thinks that is the absolute last thing Lucas Baker will ever do, but keeps it to himself. “Eveline?”

“Nowhere we can see.”

He thinks of the cold, the snow, the mud and dirt and loneliness he woke to when he died at Miranda’s hand. “She probably doesn’t like company these days,” Ethan mutters.

If he hears Ethan’s comment, Jack doesn’t react. He stands then, and cracks his back, letting out a loud groan. Ethan smiles a little more at the humanity in the action. This is who Jack must have been before--well, before everything. Perhaps, if he and Mia had met them under different circumstances, they'd have been friends with the Bakers. Perhaps neighbors. Perhaps they’d have let the Bakers babysit Rose once in a while.  

“Zoe is the last one we’re waiting for,” Jack says. “She won’t be here for a long while, God willing. You’re welcome to wait with us for as long as you like, of course.”

“I’ll need to stay for Mia and Rose.”

“Of course. Would you like some company?”

Ethan blinks before taking Jack’s offered hand, letting the older man pull him to his feet. “You’d wait with me? Even if Zoe comes first?”

Jack claps a hand to Ethan’s shoulder and lets it rest there, warm and reassuring. “For as long as you’ll have us, Ethan, it would be our privilege.”

The gorge in his throat swells, his face grows tight and his eyes prick. “Thanks, Jack.”

Jack inclines his head and leaves the words hanging in the air between them, comfortable and knowing. As he turns to lead Ethan out of the room, Jack pauses. “Oh, you got any good stories about little Rosie? I’m sure Marguerite would love to hear some. Been such a long time since we had a baby in the house.”

Ethan smiles, and nods, and lets the warm glow of the home beyond his doorway guide him out.

[angelmarya24]

Meet the Bakers (14160 words) by Angelmarya24 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Resident Evil 7 - Fandom, Lucas Baker - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: OC - Character, Lucas Baker, Jack Baker (Resident Evil), Marguerite Baker, Zoe Baker Additional Tags: Resident Evil 7, Lucas Baker - Freeform, Lucas Baker x OC, Weird Biology, Squirrel kid, Lucas acting like a dad Series: Part 2 of Lucas & Chrys Shortfics Summary:

A storm hits Dulvey, but that's the least of Lucas' problems; he hasn't heard from his girlfriend for over a week and assumes the worst. Out in the storm, Jack hears the cries of a child and discovers something he never expected to.

Another Lucas and Chrys short fic, this time including the true story of her son Toby.

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LUCAS AS IN LUCAS BAKER!? IF HIM GOOD LORD THANK YOU THERE HAS BEEN A DROUGHT AND IM THIRSTY

Penny wasn't sure what she was doing with Lucas. 

What had initially been an unfortunate traffic collision - her being too shortsighted to see which lane she was in - had blossomed into a solid friendship. 

What kind of guy tried to pick up someone that put a dent in a fucking Plymouth? But after a couple of awkward phone calls to talk about insurance, Penny let Lucas come by her place to fix her fender. Free of charge, he'd said with a huge fucking grin that was somehow charming on what she'd thought at first to be a pretty creepy face. 

He took whatever she'd been baking in the oven that day as payment. Lemon scones? Penny couldn't remember, but she vividly remembered the text she got that night about how good they were and how much the compliment meant coming from someone so skinny and… borderline disagreeable.

'Your instructor is an asshole who don't know what he's talking about. These things are better than fried gold. I had to fight off fucking gators on my way home. Even them bastards know a good thing when they smell it.'

She might have developed this crush on him that night, blushing as she reread his text throughout the evening. It made her feel warm and fuzzy for a few hours after the fact. Lucas was just as awkward as he was unfiltered, and while he seemed like an asshole, he wasn't one to her, and that, too, made her feel pretty special. 

Plus, Lucas could eat like a one-man army, and even if she fucked up a new assignment or some weird recipe, he was always eager to eat it up. And he liked everything she made… which, given the few times Penny had burnt the goods, she knew couldn't have been true but appreciated the compliments either way. 

With the pizza ordered and the sofa jammed with a couple extra pillows, Penny transferred the hot cheesecake crescents over to the cooling rack, grinning when they barely deflated. 

"I am fucking majestic," she muttered, adding little shakes of sugar to the tops after they got a bit above room temperature, finishing off the whole thing with a couple sliced strawberries. 

She hadn't mentioned these bad boys to Lucas, hoping instead to see the look of delight on his face when he walked in and smelt them. With a nose like his, it wasn't any wonder he ate with it half the time. If it smelt good, he ate it, but before they got ruined in his gorge, she snapped pictures for her blog and licked up some sugar dust from her thumb. 

She was fawning over Lucas a bit, she realized. Fucking fawning. But there wasn't anyone else she knew that well in this town, and it was lonely, and Lucas seemed about as lonely as she was, so no harm, no foul… except Penny was starting to do the dumb girl thing her mother always told her about - about how if ya wanted to get into a man's heart, you had to start with his stomach. It was all pretty harmless at first, sort of unconscious, but Penny realized what she was doing a few weeks ago and shrugged, deciding the implication wasn't awful.

Unconsciously or otherwise, she'd been acting more like a potential girlfriend than a friend, minus all the sexy stuff. But something told her there were other ways to do that with Lucas that'd be more enjoyable than muffins and pies… or scones and daydreams under her sheets or in her bathtub.

Penny blushed, trying to ignore the self fucking she'd been up to that morning - Lucas on the brain.

He didn't say anything a friend wouldn't say. Lucas kept that male drive hidden behind bored expressions and shitty jokes, but it wasn't subtle when he broke face and checked out her breasts or backside. Nor was it infrequent enough to play off as just wandering-eye syndrome, a common affliction of all straight men. No, the looks said he'd probably jerked off to her at least once, which made her feel a little less weird about the fact that she'd started masturbating with him in mind.

She assumed the mutual attraction was making Penny do silly things like this - like baking extra treats she wasn't obligated to for school. She just wanted to see him happy, and the boy had a fucking mouth on him, and a tongue that could reach down and lick off anything sweet his lips had missed. 

The new shorts and v-neck sweater were another of those impress-Lucas-at-all-cost actions.

He liked the way she was put together, and maybe his interest and compliments and 'hanging out' was all an act just to get into her pants, but even with the eye fucks, Penny decided his attentions were genuine, which just made her more excited to get a rise out of him tonight. 

Lucas liked her, which was great because she really, really liked him, and while it wasn't implied outright. The fact that she'd invite him over to watch Netflix - literally said it in her text, along with food and 'chilling' - hopefully expressed her hopes for the evening. 

The last time they met up - when he fixed her disposal unit - Lucas kept doing this thing with his lips. They would purse up then spread out in a sly line whenever she handed him the tool he'd asked for, accompanying the trade-off with a snappy 'that's what she said' joke. 

Penny wanted to kiss him that day but bit her lip instead. 

Tonight she was going to test the waters herself and see if Lucas was into her or if his roaming eyes were just appreciative and nothing more. She'd had a few guy friends who were asexual and one she'd embarrassed herself in front of. Penny didn't want to make any assumptions… no matter how horny Lucas had been making her or how horny she assumed she was making him. 

When the pizza arrived before he did, she got impatient. 

Lucas answered her phone call on the third ring, sounding a little… off, maybe a bit breathless but intact. He wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere, so that was good. 

"Did you forget about me? She asked, laughing to cover up the fact that she'd thought he might have for a second. 

"Pfff, naw. Jus' hit some pissbags taking up the road like a couple ah' bitches holdin' hands. Like other people ain't got places to be, right?"

"You should have just mowed them down," she joked, listening to his verbal agreement as she plunked down on the sofa. The TV screen was frozen on the opening credits for 'Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers,' casting a sick blue glow amongst the buffet of croissants, pizza, chicken tenders, and soda. 

"Mother fuckers deserve worse 'an that."

"Yeah, you could keep them waiting on a Friday evening while the pastries they made go cold," she mused, picking up one of the fat, heavy delights with a smirk. Lucas made a cute little whine on the other end as a car horn went off. 

Inside her ear, Lucas growled like a man on a murder spree. The distant sound of tires squealing and another car horn blaring made her bite her tongue to not giggle at him. 

"Ah'll be there in two minutes! No, no, no! Thirty seconds, hehe'haha… ah' jus' ran the light at fifth street."

"Uh… " Penny straightened up, springing from her sofa towards the window by the door. She peeked through her blinds, cutting the aluminum blades with two fingers and a wide eye. The dude was crazy, she thought, hearing his mad cackles through the phone until she could hear them through the meat of her home and the rumble of his Plymouth. 

"Damn, Lucas… you're unstoppable."

"Don't ah' know it, baby," he hounded into her ear, sounding much like he had that day before he'd seen her come out of her car. That rage-filled tone was, at one, joyous and malicious.

Penny fucked herself to the memory of that tone the other night, and it took an ass load of willpower to get the blush off her cheeks by the time he was jogging up to her door, nearly sprinting. He was already stuffing his phone back in his pocket, but when she opened the door, she still had her own held up to her ear - still just a bit startled and admittedly curious as to who he ran off the side of the road just to get here a few minutes early.

Lucas slapped his heels on her doorstep, grinning under his dark hood like a monster straight outta the swamp. It might be that Lucas' monster man persona sorta triggered some of her more… seedy intentions because honestly, right then - as he threw her a toothy grin and wedged his way into her house - she wanted him to throw her over his shoulder and toss her on her bed.

"Man! Don' let my Mama know you can cook so fucking good… pretty sure it'll break 'er heart."

Penny swallowed thickly, inhaling a dense cloud of male musk and something sharp like pine cologne. The idea of Lucas spriting on smelly stuff made her smile. He made a throaty sound of pleasure and made a straight beeline for the couch, throwing down on the edge of the sofa so he could stuff a croissant into his mouth. Yeah, the boy could eat - that was for sure.

After locking the door, Penny made her way to the sofa with an extra sway, but Lucas was too focused on the pastries she'd baked to look. So much for cockblocking herself, she thought. "So… did you kill anyone on your way in? Should I be on the lookout for cops? - disgruntled drivers, maybe?"

"Naw, jus' cut a few fucks off," he mumbled, downing a whole pastry and chasing it with a swig of soda. He caught her eye as she sat down, and it took nearly everything not to smirk when his gaze dipped down to her breasts and the deep line of cleavage. Someone with breasts as large as her own couldn't get away with anything lower than a crew cut without some bust poking through, but this wasn't like the times she'd gone around unintentionally showing skin - this top was meant to show off some tit… and she had more than enough of those. A blessing and a curse, but more often than not, a curse. 

Penny took a deep breath, feeling her skin dimple around the neckline, and reached for a slice of pizza.

"Good! 'Cause I heard this movie really sucks, so I don't wanna miss a second of it," she told him, flashing him a tender grin before hitting play and stuffing some food in her mouth. It didn't escape her notice that he'd started blushing - started sneering at himself shortly after while trying to watch the credits in the same head tilt as he did her tits. The apparent dilemma he faced - her breasts or the film - was making her stomach do backflips. Give her any other guy ogling her assets, and she'd have been insulted, but there was something about Lucas finding her physically appealing that worked for her.

Even when she first met him, Lucas stuck her as a guy hard to please. The fact that he was showing appreciation, trying to angle his hips, so the semi under his jeans wasn't evident, was flattering. Also, it was the reaction she wanted out of him.