#my beloved dead bun

[zeloinator]

one of my all time favorite pictures of Ulla~

[iliketangerines]

consider the lin kuei brothers growing obsessive over someone and basically imprisoning her?

bi-han is obsessed with breeding the next lin kuei heir, of course. kuai liang thinks the outside world is dangerous and she's safer here. tomas just wants comfort and a big happy family of his own, and the reader can provide both of these! how lovely :)

i think temperature play and mindbreak go lovely with this - go crazy w this prompt otherwise i love reading ur writing

all ours

a/n: mmmmm, dark content my beloved. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: bi han, kuai liang, tomas vrbada x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), noncon, dead dove do not eat, breeding kink, pet play, pregnancy kink, pussy eating, overstimulation, creampies, somniphila, degradation kink, fingerfucking

you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and you turn to look over your shoulder

but all you see is the empty living room, and you slowly turn back to stir the food cooking in your pan

the past few weeks, you’ve felt like someone was watching you, waiting for you, like a predator hunting their prey, and you’ve been on edge

you can’t ignore the hissing sound that sounds behind you, and you whip around, wooden spoon in hand

there’s still no one there, but you see smoke rolling out of your bedroom door

you let out a yelp and turn off the stove, hoping that the candle you lit in there hadn’t set anything on fire too badly

you sprint into your room and find nothing there, candle still half-full, and you let out a sigh of relief

but goosebumps trail over your skin, and you turn around and find a tall man standing behind you, masked with feral eyes and gray hair

you try to run, but hands grab onto you from behind and press something against your face

you’re out before you even know it

you wake up with a start, and the world is a bit hazy as you try to blink your eyes open, perhaps it was just a bad dream

you go to rub your eyes and regain your sight, but the unfamiliar sound of a chain rattling startles you awake

you look to your hand and find it cuffed to the bedpost, which you most definitely didn’t put on yourself, and your breath comes out in quick breaths as you pull and tug on the chain

you start to cry, hyperventilating as you realize your ankles are also chained to the bed with little room to move to get off the bed and that you’re completely naked

a slight pressure is on your neck, and you tug at it and realize it’s a collar, like you’re a dog

the doorway to the room you’re in opens, and you try to scramble back as far as you can onto the bed

it’s not far enough as your back hits the headboard and a man with a blue uniform and hair tied up nicely into a bun enters the room

his eyes rove over your figure, and he stalks toward you, eyes not human as he crawls toward you on the bed

you try to kick him to get him away, but he easily catches your leg and squeezes tight, ice forming at the skin and freezing your nerves

you whimper and try to jerk your leg away, ice sending pain shooting up your body, and he lets out a low growl and jerks you toward him

he pins your hands up above you, freezing them in place and you cry as the ice cold temperature burns you, and he laughs at you

he trails his cold hands down your body, admiring the way goosebumps rise wherever he touches, and you squirm as best as you can in his grip to get away

it’s futile, your legs are spread by his hips, and he presses your hips down to stop you from moving

he growls at you to stop, or he’ll do something much worse

a blade of ice forms from his hand, and he points the sharp edge underneath your chin

immediately, you stop and take in shallow breaths as you hiccup and try not to cry as he hums in delight at your compliance

he puts down the ice blade, but it’s just within reach to remind to be good for him

he rubs at your hips and your waist and mutters something under his breath about you’ll bear his heirs, strong boys to lead his clan

you want to cry, scream, fight, but you don’t want to die and so you stay still and let tears drip down your cheeks as your wrists go numb

he trails his fingers down your stomach and spreads open your pussy folds, pressing his thumb into your clit and watching your hips jerk

you try to keep the sounds in, to not give him the pleasure of knowing he was making you feel good, but as he rubs insistent little circles into you, a small whine comes out

he chuckles and tells you he knew you were just a whore, a good little breeding vessel who’ll take his cock like a little slut

you can feel yourself getting wet, and you moan as he dips two cold fingers into your dripping cunt and fucks you roughly on his fingers

he laughs and presses his thumb into your clit, and you start to sob as he brings you closer to the edge against your will

your back arches off the bed as you cum, and your pussy clenches down on his fingers as you coat his fingers in your cum

your head spins as he brings his fingers out of your pussy and shoves them into your mouth, you have half a mind to not bite down and just let his fingers rest in your mouth

he pulls out his cock, and he pushes into you hurriedly, muttering under his breath how he needs to breed you, secure the future of the Lin Kuei, fuck until it takes

you cry as he fucks into you, hips slapping against yours and filling the room with a loud squelching sound

he rubs at your clit, telling you that you’re such a good bitch, such a good whore, gonna fill you up with his seed, have you round and pregnant as much as he can as you take care of his children

you cry as your mind goes blank, and you whine as you go over the edge, he

he grunts as he buries himself deep inside of you and cums inside of you

he stays inside of you, trailing his icy fingers over your body as you try not to think about how you’re stuck here, but your body jerks and twitches underneath his fingertips and keeps you in the present

he starts thrusting his hips in and out of you again, and you whine, saying you can’t please, you can’t you’re too sensitive

he growls at you to take it, and one of his hands go to tug at your collar as he starts fucking into you again

he makes you cum on his cock over and over again, filling you with his seed until you’re just a drooling teary mess and your stomach slightly bulges

he rubs your stomach, mumbling under his breath, but you’re too far gone to hear what he’s said and you pass out as he starts to fuck you again

you wake up, and you’re mostly cleaned up, ice gone

you’re sore and tired, and you quickly fall asleep again and hope someone will come and save you

but no one comes, and you learn that the blue assassin is named Bi Han, grandmaster of the Lin Kuei

you wake up, not completely sure of how many days have passed, but Bi Han has let you out of the chains and explore around the compound as long as you’re on the leash behind him

he brings you to a meeting, body clad in nothing, and you sit by Bi Han’s lap as he waits for the others show

a yellow assassin walks and sees you in Bi Han’s lap, and he immediately complains that you can’t be out, that it’s too dangerous for you

Bi Han growls that you are protected with him around and to keep him mouth shut

a gray assassin puts his hand on the yellow assassin’s shoulder and says Kuai Liang, you should calm down

Kuai Liang, it seems his name is, has furrowed eyebrows, but he listens and sits down to listen to the meeting

you sit silently by Bi Han’s legs, picking at the floorboards as you wait for him to finish up, and he brings you back to your room and locks the door, leaving you alone and chained to the bed

it’s only a few moments later when you hear the door latch open, and you look up and find Kuai Liang and not Bi Han

he closes the door behind him and locks it and crawls onto the bed

you flinch as he touches you

he’s much warmer than Bi Han, much much warmer, so much that it burns, and you whimper at the temperature difference

he laughs and coos at you, saying you’re just too cute, too innocent, that you need to be protected, too pretty for this filthy world

he mouths at your skin as he mumbles the words, and you let him, too scared to try and fight back like you had when Bi Han had first brought you here

he pulls your legs apart and admires your pussy, already wet for him, and he crawls down to place his cheek on your thigh

he places his tongue against your clit, and you whimper as the heat scorches through you

he hums at your small sounds and laps into your pussy desperately, trying to draw out more sounds from you, and he brings his hand up to fuck you on his fingers

you whine at the feeling, fingers thick and hot, as he fucks you slowly, stretching you out for his cock

he looks up at you, and he hums into your clit at the sight of your head thrown back in pleasure

he doubles his efforts, sucking on your clit and humming around it, and the vibrations travel up your mind and make your mind go blank as you whine and cum on his tongue

he moans into your pussy as he moves down so his nose grinds into your sensitive clit and he licks at your pussy to collect your release on his tongue

he mumbles out that you’re so sweet, so good for him, too good for this world, and he dives back into your cunt to make you cum on his tongue, he needs to taste you again

you cry as he keeps on lapping at your oversensitive clit, but he ignores your protests and keeps tasting you and fucking you on his tongue

you can’t think as he makes you cum on his tongue over and over again, groaning into you messy cunt as he grinds his hips into the bed and comes inside of his pants

but he can’t stop even as you start to push against him against all of your training

he doesn’t care, just can’t stop, and you end up passing out as makes you cum one more time on his fingers

Kuai Liang visits you more often after that

and then, the last one comes out of nowhere

you’re sleeping on the bed, cuddling into the pillows as you try to remember the days before, your past life before all this, but the memories are slipping and you can’t remember

can’t remember your home, can’t remember your friends, can’t remember your family, and all the days are starting to blur

and you can see your stomach growing, and by the way Bi Han had reacted at the sight of your plumping thighs and breasts and hips, you know you’re pregnant

but right now, you’re away from the both of them, letting your body rest

until you feel a hand brush over your stomach and something press into your back, hot and throbbing

an unfamiliar voice croons at you, telling you look so pretty carrying children, so so pretty and beautiful, that you’ll make a great parent, so loving and gorgeous as you’re filled with more heirs

he raises your legs up, cuddling into your neck and pressing kisses into your skin as he slides his cock between your folds to collect your growing wetness

he slides into you, and you whine at the stretch, but he kisses your neck and apologizes quietly as he fucks into you

you can’t do anything except take it as he fucks you and shower you in compliments, and his cock stretches you side and full, tip brushing against that sweet spot inside you

you throw your head back and whine as your oversensitive cunt clamps down on his cock and cums all over him all too quickly

he coos at you and tells you that you’re so good for him as he continues to thrust his cock deep inside of you

you clutch onto the sheets as he makes you cum on his cock a few more times before he grunts and spills his seed into you, staying seated inside of you as he brings your leg down and wraps his arms around your ample chest

you sob and whimper quietly as he tells you you’re so pretty for him, for them all, that you’ll give him and the others a big happy family

months pass, they continue coming to your room, bringing you out only if you’re hooked on your leash, and you’re starting to lose your mind

everything becomes harder as your belly rounds and grows plump with Bi Han’s child, and the men grow more handsy, more dangerous and aggressive towards their own soldiers

you cower in fear as they kill one of their men in cold blood for looking at you for too long, and they bring you back to your room and Bi Han stays with you, marking you in his kisses and hickeys

you’re never returning home, and you finally accept it, tears rolling down as your mind goes blank and forgets your past

[mayajadewrites]

could've been you: aizawa x reader x hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold.

CHAPTER TWO

WARNING: some light smut in this chapter. enjoy :)

You stop in your tracks. The tall, dark haired, tired looking man that altered your life forever is standing outside of your door. You were mentally preparing yourself to see him tomorrow, not today.

"Sup Eraser!" Keigo walked up to Eraserhead and attempted to give him a fist bump.

Of course, Eraser just looked away and gave a nod instead. "You know her?"

"Yeah, we met today! We all had lunch. You should've came, it was a nice time. I was just walking her back to her room. You know, chivalry isn't dead."

"Wasn't invited." Eraserhead murmured. "Can you give us some privacy to talk?"

"Oh, sure! I'll see you tomorrow." Keigo turned to you and smiled before walking away. You crossed your arms over your chest once the sound of Keigo's footsteps had disappeared.

"Who told you where my room was?" You finally spoke. You can't help but want to stare at Eraserhead and how much he's grown into himself. He's more muscular than the last time you saw him and his long black hair was messily tied up into a bun. His clavicle peeked out of the black t-shirt he's wearing.

"My room is just 2 down from yours, I saw some delivery people come in and then I heard your voice."

"Stalker much." You pause as your eyes flicker up to his. "What do you want, Eraser?"

"Shouta or Aizawa. Don't call me Eraser."

"Why not? That's your hero name after all. Are you not a hero?"

"Don't be a brat. You know me. Not as Eraser." He turned his head to the side, glancing at the carpet under his feet. "I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"You're about..." You pretend to count on your fingers. "5 years too late."

"I didn't know there was a timeframe for apologies. I haven't seen you, I don't have your number or anything -"

"And that's the way it's going to stay." You fish for your keys in your purse. "I'm observing your class for the rest of the week and then I'll be out of your hair. We can be civil for everyone else but I don't need to have you in my life as anything other than a co-worker."

Eraser pondered his next words, not knowing if he should grovel at your feet or just walk away.

"Promise to call me by my name." Was all he said.

"Goodnight Aizawa." You turn the key into your room and shut the door. Your heart is beating quickly, the memories of your last encounter with Aizawa seeping into your brain. Due to your quirk, you feel things deeply. Past empathy. You can feel the same pain another person feels when you put them in a memory.

You slept like shit. Barely got 4 hours of sleep. But you had a job to do.

You put on a satin midi skirt, platform sandals and a white t-shirt tucked into your skirt. You let your hair down into it's natural waves, hitting the middle of your back.

You kept it natural-ish with the makeup, only adding moisturizer and mascara.

You start to hear the clamoring of students in the halls heading for their homeroom class, which is with Aizawa. You open and shut your door quickly, making sure it's locked.

When you walk into the homeroom of class 1A, you're greeted by many faces.

"You look too old to be a student." A blonde haired boy scoffed as he walked by you.

"Kachan be nice!" A boy with green hair followed behind him. "I'm sorry about him. My name is Midoria, that's Bakugo."

"Hi." You told Midoria your name. "My hero name is Mirage, but please, use my name. I'm the new strategy teacher here but I'm observing Mr. Aizawa for a few days."

"YOU'RE MIRAGE?" Midoria squeeled. "You are AMAZING! Wow! I have so much to ask you about! I would love to know how you're quirk works-"

"Midoria leave her alone." You hear a low voice. You turn around and see a two-toned haired boy with a scar on his eye. When did he get that? He has the same eyes as Endeavor, no doubt his kid. You met him when he was a small child, but you haven't seen him since then.

"Shoto." You smile, pulling him into a hug. "You've grown so much!"

"My father told me you would be teaching here. I'm looking forward to your class."

"I'm sure you'll excel in it. Enji has told me how great you are already, you have so much potential."

"My old man likes to lie." Shoto turned to sit in his seat. You raised your eyebrow, not sure what he means.

The rest of the students trickled in, and then Aizawa. He's wearing a black suit with his hair down, eyes tired as always.

"Settle down, kids." Aizawa spoke. You take a seat at the smaller desk that was put beside his. "This is Mirage. She'll be teaching a strategy class soon, but she's observing for the rest of the week. You will behave."

"Yes Mr. Aizawa." The kids echoed. You watched Aizawa teach, his words more care than you've ever heard. The students respected him, clearly.

You watched his mouth move with the words he was saying. You can't lie, you loved his voice.

But fuck him.

He isn't shit.

You adjust yourself in your seat and pull out your phone, reading a text from an unknown number.

Hope you don't mind - I got your number from Endeavor. I hope you're having a great first day!

Obviously it was Keigo.

Thank you, it's going well so far! And thank you again for walking me back to my room last night.

No prob! It was my pleasure. :)

You hear Aizawa clear his throat. "Is this not a good time to talk?"

"I believe I told you that we're co-workers. We don't need to chit chat while the students are brainstorming where they would like to do their internship."

"It's funny how you still think you run the world. We are not 'just co-workers'" He used his fingers as air quotes. "There is so much more history than that."

"Aizawa it's gonna take a lot more than one apology to make me forgive you."

"In order for my to prove to you that you should accept my apology, you need to talk to me."

Touche.

"Fine." You huffed, your eyes scanning the classroom. "So, who do you think has the most potential?"

"Obviously Shoto is one of the top contenders. His quirk - fire and ice - is unlike a lot of what we've seen. Bakugo, though he has a tough exterior, is very talented. I'm not sure about Midoria. He's annoying."

"Reminds me of someone." Your eyes flicker to his.

"Who? All Might?" He turns to you, completely serious.

"No. You. You're annoying."

He chuckles and you can see just a bit of his smile. It's rare from Aizawa, so it's rewarding when you see it.

You catch yourself staring for a second too long. "Momo has a lot of potential, too. Her quirk is fantastic."

"She just lacks confidence." Aizawa pulled his yellow sleeping bag over his head.

"You can't be serious."

"I need a nap. I barely sleep."

"Still?" There's worry in your voice. Aizawa has always been tired, but now his eye bags look especially deep.

"Wake me up in 30 minutes. Check on the students while you're at it. They like to get off task."

Shouta sleeps like an angel. You would never know how annoying he is or how sarcastic he can be. You watch his body move with his breath, his lips opened slightly to let air in.

Fuck. Stop staring at him.

After class you text Keigo back.

You: Finally finished with class for the day. How is your day going? Patrolling the city?

Keigo: Yeah. Slow day though, I was hoping you would text me back.

You: Why wouldn't I?

Keigo: *shrug emoji* Are you free tonight?

You: In fact I am.

Keigo: Would you like to watch a movie together? And yes I'm also inviting myself over to your place.

Very forward. You haven't had a man in your room since... well, your coma. You've had a dry spell for the past 5 years and you basically forgot how to kiss, let alone have sex.

But you don't have to have sex with Keigo yet. Or at all. It's just a movie.

You: Meet me at my place at 9. Make sure the kids don't see you.

Keigo: This feels like Romeo and Juliet.

You smile down at your phone, realizing you've been standing in the same spot for a few minutes. Aizawa raises an eyebrow at you as he walks out of his classroom.

"How long have you been standing here? You look like you're in a trance."

"I was texting, got immersed in my thoughts." You fake laugh. "Those kids really look up to you."

"Is that... a compliment?" Aizawa chuckled, placing his hand on the back of his neck.

"Don't say I was never nice to you." You turn on your heel away from Aizawa. "See you tomorrow, Eraser." You wave.

You don't look back or listen for him to reply.

You can't look back at him.

Otherwise you might get stuck in his eyes.

_______________________

You clean your place before Keigo arrives, making sure everything is in its place and spotless. You slip on a pair of sweatshorts that hug your ass nicely and a tank top, more low cut than usual. Your tits pool at the top of it, just waiting to be touched.

As you're dusting, you hear a knock.

"Coming!" You walk over to the door, opening it quickly.

"Eraser?" You raise an eyebrow. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Who were you expecting while wearing almost nothing?" He looked down at you, looking almost angry.

"None of your business. What do you want?"

"You left your planner." He handed you your agenda. His eyes wandered to your chest as he slid the book in your hands. Goosebumps formed on your skin as his stare intensified.

"Thank you." You tried to make yourself forget that your nipples are getting hard from Aizawa just looking at you. "See you tomorrow." You take a step back and try to close the door.

"Who's coming over?" Aizawa stopped the door with his foot.

"None of your damn business. Are you my father now?"

"It's the bird isn't it."

"So what if it was?" You cross your arms over your chest. "What's wrong with that?"

Aizawa was silent for a moment. He wanted to choose his next words carefully.

"Nothing." He cleared his throat. "Have a good night." He reached his arm above your head to place his hand on the door, letting his bicep block your view of the hallway. He leans down, ghosting his lips along your ear. "He can't satisfy you like I can."

You freeze as he walks away. What does he mean Keigo can satisfy you like he can? How can he just walk away without waiting for a reaction? What even just happened?

"Hey!" You hear Keigo's voice coming from the other end of the hallway. "I made sure no one else saw -" He jogged up to your door, noticing what you were wearing. "This for me?" He smirked.

"It's just what I was already wearing." You smile and turn into your room. While you're excited to spend time with Keigo, Aizawa's words are stuck in your head.

He can't satisfy you like I can.

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Keigo wastes no time wrapping his arms around you as the movie progresses. He's very cuddly and touchy, something you're not used to. But he's so cute and sweet that you want him to.

"Can I be forward with you?" Keigo turns his head to look at you.

"You have been this whole time. What's stopping you now?"

"I want to kiss you. I have since yesterday."

"One day with me and you want to kiss me already? My quirk might be love at first sight." You smile as his eyes scan your face.

"Something about you is just..." He brings his index finger to your cheek, caressing it gently. "Can I?"

Can he?

Of course he can.

Do you want him to?

Yes.

Are you still thinking about Eraserhead?

Also yes.

"Yes." You nod, hoping this kiss would wash away the thought of Aizawa.

And it does. For a little.

Keigo's lips attach to yours in the neediest of ways. He presses his hand onto your cheek, using his thumb to rub along your skin. You turn your body to face him, gently pushing your hand on his chest against the back of the couch.

He follows your lead and pushes himself to the back of the couch. You straddle his waist, letting your plush thighs pool on his legs. Keigo's hands travel to your waist and the top of your ass.

He grips your ass cheek gently, testing the waters. You press your tits into him in approval, letting him know he's okay to keep going. He opens his mouth to let your tongue in to deepen the kiss. He likes when you take the lead, obviously.

"God, you're beautiful." He moans against your lips as he kneads your ass. "All this ass, I need more than 2 hands." He chuckled as he planted kisses along your jawline to your neck.

"Keigo," You moan softly, tangling your fingers in his honey hair. "Yes, there." You feel his tongue swirl along your skin before he bites down, sucking the sweet spot on your neck. His hands travel up to your chest, getting a handful of each breast in each hand.

"You're so soft." He kisses your lips again, squeezing your tits gently. You smile as he looks mesmerized by you. Like he worships you.

You bring your hands to his face and plant a kiss on his lips softly.

"I think it's time for bed. It's a school night." You whisper with a giggle. Your panties are soaked, but you need some self control.

Keigo nods, still drunk off your kisses and body. "Can't have you too tired for class." His whispers, kissing your lips again. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Maybe." You shrug. Keigo fake frowns and you kiss his lips gently. "You have my number, silly." You get yourself off of him slowly and fix your top.

"Goodnight." He kisses you once more before he leaves. You look out in the hallway, taking note that no students are out.

You know who is?

Fucking Eraserhead.

[forthechubbies]

Our Little Wife

~Princess Under House arrest~ Vol. VI

Mafia BTS x Chubby Wife Reader

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons, yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

⚠️Um? Yoongi is a warning on his own as well as (bad boy gone wrong) Jungkook. Hot makeout scene w/ long haired drunken yoongi🥵, Jin's a sweetheart beyond sweethearts, Vulgar Language, Manhandling, and Jungkook is a sexy hot head so watch out!☺

<- Sex Sells. V

Your nightgown caught your foot as you rushed to your vanity. You've been cleaned, patched, polish and pampered.

You looked beautiful, a barefaced beauty. A healthy glow to your skin, volume and fullness in your hair-gently brushing your fingers over your face you discovered your nails were fully manicured.

"What's going on?" You lifted your nightgown to find the same result, your toes matched your nails.

All was flawless beside the ache in your wrist, the only thing not tended too, grazing your fingers ghosted over the sore skin-

You hissed with an "Ouch." squeaking out of you.

The sight of Jimin, the very last person you laid eyes on, sent shivers down your spine. Memories came rushing back, overwhelming you with a flood of emotions. The cruel and heartless actions of your once beloved husband twisted your stomach into knots, leaving you feeling utterly disgusted.

Even more so, you shared concern for him, However you do believe that He got what he deserved before you passed out.

But the memories only caused more confusion. Why are you back home? the men knew Jimin? and that man who grabbed you. His eyes...they looked like Kookie's.

To yours and my surprise, One of your French doors was unlocked, You shivered at the numbing temperature and aura of the house, scrolling down the corridor, The wholesome family pictures successfully made you feel like a bit better.

"Kitten?" The echo of a deep male purr startled, Yoongi stood at arm's length he looked sloppy..his clothes were hanging of his figure, hair overgrown into a tousled bun dangling off his broad shoulders.

"Is this finally you? My kitten." He reeks of whiskey. Yoongi calluses grip your jaw bringing your face to his, You grip his button up to keep balance on your tippy toes. "Or I'm finally dying for alcohol poisoning and you're an angel sent to ease my pain as I pass on."

Speechless you stared into Yoongi's heated face to see a long open wound slashed down his right eye, the dried blood still staining his crimison cheek. "If so, Could you pity me a kiss for a heartbroken man." His voice deeply rumbled as he whispered to you before planting his lips on yours.

You gasped. "Yoongi-" ghosting your fingers around his eyes. "You're eye."

Yoongi's large hands ♡ swallowed your chubby waist tugging all of your weight on him. The Innocent kiss turned course following Yoongi's lead as he worked his tongue.

"Mm!" You squeaked against his lips.

His tongue tricks distracted you from those busy hands of his stroking up the curves of your nightgown. You found yourself sandwich between the wall and Yoongi not that you mind-

"Ya! You better not puke on my carpet again, Min Yoongi! Or I'm settling for a divorce." Jin cried, you can't see him but you could imagine the blood rushing to his ears. "Yoongi, if you feeling sick dead outside-" Jin's eyes meeting yours.

Jin's eyes grew three sizes. "Yoongi! You're being too rough-" A harsh shove knocked the wobbly drunken man to the wooden floor where he happily retired. "My princess, Are you hurt? Any of those scratches stinging." He checked you frequently.

Jin quickly settled down placing his large hands on your shoulders, his sorrowful eyes roamed down your nightgown. "Namjoon was right...I should have kept the door locked." He mumbled, the last part before freezing at the loud sound of his husbands coming home so soon..too soon.

In the panic of heavy boots headed up the main staircase, Jin shoved you through your door frame, repeatedly cooing apologies at you as you fell flat on your bum. " I'm so sorry, Daddy loves his princess." You hardly heard him over the door closing with a click. He locked it.

"Is she up yet?" Kookie...

You kept your ear to door.

"No,-" Jin lied. " She's still asleep." You could hear his knuckles whiting from his intense grip on the french door's golden handles.

"What?! It's been three days?! Aren't you fucking concerned-at all!?" Jungkook's satori boomed, startling you on the other side.

You never heard kookie raise his voice maliciously to anyone especially his older spouses.

Jin's temper boiled over much like your bunny's. A loud thump was heard through the wood then a pregnant silence. Jin disciplined Jungkook upside his head.

"How dare you speak to you like I'm one of those punks you beat up, You feral mutt-!"

In seconds, The tip of Jungkook's nose tap Jin's as a horrifying fire burned Kookie's eyes. "What the actual fuck did you just call me?!"

A sudden adrupt shove against the doors sent you hurling into your fluffy carpet once more as fatal squeak falls from your lips. As soon as the cute sound left your mouth, Jungkook released his assault on Jin's collar.

The silence between the two men was deafening til Jungkook broke it with a small whimper. "Creampuff?! Are you alright?!" Jungkook ripped Jin away from your door, swinging opening them open to find you, his startled Creampuff grasping on your nightgown for dear life.

My goodness. You gasped. Nevermind the fact, He completely broken the lock on the doors effortlessly. I don't even think it he realized yet.

Jungkook stood tall before your dumbfounded face, You can admit it's been sometime since you seen your husbands but these dramatic difference in appearance are not for the faint hearted, to yoongi new scar and long hair to Jungkook's entire existence at this point.

He too has quit cutting his hair leaving his to fall to his shoulders , mainly hiding a good some of his face and yet the little droplets shimmering off his tips enchanted you.

It must be raining horribly upon how drained he is.

Jungkook's heavy muggy boots destroyed your ivory carpet as he slowly walked towards your shaken figure in awe. "It's really you?" He breathed, dropping his knees on either sides of your thighs, leaning closer in your face. "It is you."

Your eyes can't stand to look away from the new tattoos decorating the left side of his neck, beautifully paired with the two addictions piercing his lip and eyebrow.

Is this your kookie?

[lylathewise]

S2:E5 First thoughts

Man, that guy will never keep his jaw, if Vi has anything to say about it

Ugh, that one Silco goon. Ick

They're legit reuniting? I'm bouncing about this

Aww, I was kinda hoping Ambessa was dead. I was all pumped to write about how Caitlyn would steadily lose more allies and people she could talk to, becoming more unhinged and descending while Jinx rises and becomes more stable with friends and allies, showing that support means everything. I still think that's where this is headed

Caitlyn looks like a vampire, and then she's surrounded by all this gore?

Ooh, the visualizing thing came back

Damn, Singed isn't dead and is now in the hands of Piltover? Although, maybe Salo will come looking for him?

Literally how do they know Singed summoned Warwick with his blood?

Mel, my baby, what did they do to you?

The prison cell looks dope though

Yay!! I knew they'd at least show her brother!

Big ol mouthful of marshmallow fluff

Ooh, they're really having it out

The shade! Stop, Jinx, she's already dead, just look at her hair!

God, this is such sister fighting, it's great

That little flash of who I assume is Singe's daughter? Chilling

YOUNG SILCO, I REPEAT YOUNG SILCO

So they did keep the backstory where Silco was the one who initiated the riot by throwing a molotov cocktail, getting Powder and Vi's parents killed

The contrast between the young Jinxs eyes, yeesh

Ok, so Singe merged the faces of himself and Silco in Vanders mind? And also made him hotter? His working eye? The longer hair? I'm not ok

Kino is such a charming rebellious son

Of course the writing on the wall is the way to get out

Is Kino working with Black Rose?

The daughter's room is beautiful

I love this way of taking Mel out of her regular zone of influence and really letting her shine

Aww, I'm kinda sad Kino really is dead, but the show can't handle another character to focus on

Mel going Super saiyan wasn't on my bingo card, but I love it. I'm a little sad that she isn't just a regular human, everybody has to be super special in some way

So did Silco kill Vanders wife by accident? Or was he already angry about it and Silco pissed him off?

Blisters and bedrock, their mining motto, I love it so much

The way she said "Vander, no" like telling him not to be on the couch

Vi is chasing the monsters away from Isha

Young Vander! So cute!

YOUNG SILCO!!! I'M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND

look at my little revolutionary scribbling with that bun!!!

Ok, that nail polish and that voice, she's absolutely Vi and Jinxs mother

We get silco smile?! Oh Silco community, we fucking ball

Vander doing the same juice routine for Jinx as he did for her mother while the same song plays? What if I cried?

Soft Silco and Vander? I feel like I'm dreaming

Ohhh Silco loves her. Oh no

Ohhh, no wonder Silco was so fucking furious. Vander completely gave up on her memory, at least that's what he thought, until he took in one of her daughters too

Yay big hug!!!

Aaaaa big hug!!!!

How did Salo get fixed??

How's it feel to be forever physically scarred by the results of your actions, Jayce? How's it feel?

Ohhh, he went to Viktor! Of course, when the Messiah comes around, you gotta go!

Do you want to speak to your ex? Ha, no time for an answer, here he is!

Woooowwww, basically no hesitation in mercing Salo. Respect, Jayce

This is my new favorite episode, I got post breakup Vi, Sisterly fighting, My beloved ratman, Big family Reunion, Two exes seeing each other after divorce, and Jayce not fucking around anymore 10/10

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Tomorrow was it. They both knew it. Ganondorf had made the bold move to attack the castle, and without its best warriors there to protect it, had succeeded. Hyrule was holding its breath in anticipation, its queen held hostage, its capital in the clutches of a monster.

Link looked at Hemisi as she sharpened her blade determinedly. Neither had said a word since the news had come. They both were preparing themselves, physically and mentally. Link couldn’t imagine what his beloved was going through. He couldn’t fathom having to fight his own father – it was bad enough for himself, honestly, having started to view Ganondorf as a father figure. How Hemisi must have been feeling…

He came up behind her, slowly sliding his hands across her waist to her belly and hugging her from behind. She paused in her work, stiff, before settling into the hold. Hemisi sighed slowly through her nose, releasing the blade and leaning back into Link, hands resting over his own.

They stayed there forever, holding each other like a lifeline. Link didn’t want to move, couldn’t bear to let her go, and Hemisi desperately needed his support. They both knew tomorrow would seal their fates, one way or another.

Eventually, Hemisi twisted gently in his hold, turning to face him. Her eyes held so much in them, a question ringing between them in the silence.

Are we going to win?

Although she would never say it aloud, she was scared. So was he. Hemisi was the fiercer of the two, but tonight she was a teenager who was about to face down her father. Link was the Hero of Hyrule, but tonight he was a teenager about to fight a demon.

Link caressed her face with his hand. I’ll be there for you.

Hemisi leaned into the touch before pulling him to her, kissing him. It was gentle, tender, a promise given with each little kiss they gave. Again, and again, and again. The promise gave them strength and courage, wanting to be intensified and solidified. Hemisi’s hands traced up the back of his head to the tie holding his hair in a bun, undoing it as she let it cascade down so she could run her fingers through it. Link’s hands slid down her back, settling on bare skin and gently massaging it.

He wanted this more than anything. But a warrior had control over their mind and body. He knew this was ill becoming of that expectation and training.

But they were about to face their deaths. He didn’t want to be in control tonight. He wanted her. He wanted her more than anything.

Thankfully, Hemisi had more self-discipline than him. When his hands traced up her back, she gently took them in her own, bringing them between the pair.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing her cheek.

“Will you be with me tomorrow?” she asked quietly in his ear.

“I’ll be with you tonight,” he emphasized, kissing her hands as she continued to hold his. “And tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. I’ll be with you forever, Hemisi. I promise you.”

Hemisi released his hands, framing his face with her palms and looking him dead in the eye. “Prove it. You have to survive tomorrow to be with me tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. Promise me you’ll survive.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said reassuringly, holding her tenderly. He wanted to show his conviction, but her seriousness helped calm his own senses. He continued, “I will marry you, Hemisi. After it’s all over. I’ll go back to the Gerudo Desert with you. I’ll be with you, always.”

His beloved’s stoic features started to crack, and he could see the ways her cheeks puffed, the way her eyes watered, the way her lip wobbled. He felt her body jerk with a quiet sob, and he pulled her into a hug. You’re not alone, Hemisi.

“I love you too,” she said shakily, half sobbing into his shoulder. “I promise to be yours. When it’s all over. I’ll welcome you into my home. We’ll rebuild together.”

They held each other even more tightly, for what felt like hours. Nothing mattered outside of that moment. They were giving each other hope, a promise that things would keep going after the fight, that they would live to see it, that the world didn’t end with such a cataclysmic event.

They had each other. And they always would.

[bunnysficsnstuff]

Act 3 Baby! Polyam!Ghostface {Billy&Stu} X Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1382

AN: Hey yall!! This is just a fluffy thang I wrote bc I have Polyam Ghostface brain rot rn :D Thanks and Enjoy!

It had been 2 weeks since the first murder, it was a tragedy to the sleepy town of Woodsboro. On the other hand, it had been eight days since you started getting unannounced visits from the killing team. They’re always in their costumes and they never let you see them without the mask but, you figured out that they were not the same person quite quickly. They were similar heights and statues but, they had way different personalities, even with the voice modulator through the phone you could always tell which was which. The first ghostface that came barreling through your window was rougher with you. Don’t get him wrong, he cares so deeply for you but, you’re his, he should be able to do what he pleases with his things. He has always been very possessive over you, it seems like the only other person he will let get near you is ghostface #2. He, the second ghostface, is so soft and gentle with you. If he wasn’t a masked killer you would think that he could never hurt a fly. The second ghostface also seems to trust you more, when he comes to visit you he’s not as strict about keeping the robe on, moreso just the mask. He will let you treat any wounds he contracts and has also made a habit of sleeping next to you during his visits. He always puts a sleeping mask over your eyes before taking the mask off to fall asleep but, even if he didn’t you would never dream of betraying the hard earned trust from the pair. 

The team has never seemed to get jealous of one another, you have only been visited by both at the same time twice but, they seemed as happy to be with the other as they were to be with you in those moments. Even when you were with only one half of your beloveds, they never got annoyed or jealous if you would ask about the other or want to know how their wounds are healing. It is a bit hard to connect with the pair in person, they can’t talk to you for fear of having their identities revealed so conversations are tricky to get the hang of. It usually turns into ghostface pointing at something in your room or seeing something on your phone and having you talk about or explain it to them. Neither of them seem to mind this barrier, they love listening to you gush about all your interests, especially when you get into one of your true crime spirals. Truth is, they found you from a post you made about them. You had a secret blog online, tracking the killings, the pattern, possible motives, you were a total fangirl. They decided they needed a fan like you in the circle in case there were any hitches in the plan, and there were. It started off as cryptic and albeit flirty phone calls and then it turned into midnight visits and sleepovers.

Tonight you got a phone call from No Caller ID. Your heart flutters when you read the words on your screen knowing one of your boys will be on the other end. You clear your throat before adjusting yourself upright in your bed and answering the call.

“Hello?” You ask innocently

“Hello, bunny” The raspy voice coos

Your heart skips a beat at the words. You try your best not to be clingy with your lovers but, you worry deeply about them, especially after all the near misses they’ve patched up in your bathroom.

“How are my favorite reapers?” You ask

“This one’s better now that he’s talkin to you” He pauses for a moment 

“Look bun, we’re wrapping up the big show tonight…” He trails off. Even with the voice changer you can tell that he's anxious about it

“Okay…What about it?” you ask 

“We want you to be there…” He pauses “The other one knows how interested you are in our…work, and he suggested that you could help.”

There's dead air on the line, you have dreamed of seeing the boys at work and now they want you to be a part of it. You must have been quiet for too long daydreaming because he cuts in again,

“Only if you want bunny, we just thought you may be interested” He anxiously explains

“Oh! No! I mean, Yes!! Yes I would love to be there!” You squeal out.

“Alright, it’s all going down at Stu’s house party. We’ll be at your house in 15 to pick you up” He says

“What? What about the masks?” you ask, they’d never get away with driving around in the get up.

“No masks, No costumes, We trust you bun” He says softly.

Your face goes warm and pink at the words, “Okay! I’ll be ready in 10!” You practically scream.

You search through your closet for what feels like forever before deciding on a black off the shoulder dress with lacey bell sleeves, it feels just ghostface-y enough for the boys to get the reference but not too much that it screams “I’m fucking the killers!!” You throw some first aid supplies in your purse in preparation for the festivities and wait patiently on your bed. 

Soon enough you hear wrestling near your window. You turn around facing away from their entrance as you hear the killers climb in. You’re basically shaking in anticipation as you hear the footsteps walk up behind you. You feel a set of hands snake around your waist and another set move your hair away from your neck to make room for his lips to connect with the sensitive skin. You feel the hands round your waist slowly spin you around as the other set lets go of your hair. When you’ve spun around you’re almost afraid to make eye contact with them staring at the ground. You feel a hand grab your chin and slowly lift your face to meet theirs, “What’s the matter bunny, shy?” His voice is smooth and thick. When you make eye contact with him you realize, Ghostface 1 is Billy Loomis. 

You feel the other man wrap one hand around your waist and the other cup your face, “Surprise, darling” the other man says, When you meet his gaze you recognize Ghostface 2 as Stu Macher. You’re a little stunned to say the least but, a few moments after their faces settle into your brain you practically jump into Stu’s chest and crash your lips into his. You pull away and reach out to Billy pulling him close to you and Stu, connecting with his lips just as hard. There are small tears prickling in your eyes as a wave of happiness washes over you. They’re finally all yours, they trust you and you trust them. 

Billy pulls away from the two of you, “We have a present for you bun” He says gesturing to Stu. Stu gently pushes you off of him and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a familiar looking object. You stare at it in disbelief, taking it out of Stu’s hands. You pull the handle of the object out of its sheath, it’s one of their knives. You gawk at the reflective metal holding it tightly, as if it would disappear just like Stu and Billy used to disappear out your window in the night. You look up at the boys with doe eyes “Thank you so much” you say softly.Billy takes the knife and sheaths it for you before attaching it to a garter under your dress.

“You look beautiful darling” Stu says as he watches Billy fasten the blade to you.

“God damn right she does” Billy says patting your thigh once the blade is secure “She's our pretty girl”

You blush at all the compliments you’re being showered in, “Thank you boys” You say softly.

“Well sweetheart, you ready for act three?” Billy asks, a grin snaking across his face

“I was born ready baby!” you say 

“Lets fucking go baby!” Stu yells, sticking his tongue out.

For the first time ever, Ghostface guides you out of your window on your way to play your role in their movie, and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

It would be better.

Better for him. Better for Luo Binghe. Better for everybody.

Shen Yuan was sure of that. After all, anything would be better than being a human stick. He didn't want to experience the original good's fate.

He also didn't want to throw his beloved white lotus, his sweet discipline into the Endless Abyss.

Why wouldn't he then...?

[Unusual behavior detected. Please note that attempts to deviate from Luo Binghe entering the Abyss will cause a deduction of 10000 B-points and immediate termination of your account.]

Anything would be better than being tortured by the blackened protagonist. Anything, huh...

Why not then...?

It's not like anybody would mourn the scum villain.

System sure would agree that taking the scum villain out of the way, the story would improve.

[User? System does not understand. Unusual behavior detected.]

His sweet and sticky white lotus wouldn't have to go through years of suffering. He wouldn't be betrayed by his Shizun. He wouldn't get that awful sword that only fed his resentment and anger. He wouldn't have to fuck countless wives who doesn't even love him. Maybe he could find somebody who loved him for himself, who would be good for him. Fitting to a sweeter Emperor.

[System notice: Endless Abyss closes in 10... 9...]

“Shizun, this lowly disciple is sorry," Luo Binghe said tearfully, trying to cover his demon mark, however fruitless that endeavour was.

Shen Yuan smiled at his innocent little protagonist, and let himself pet that soft hair one last time. Soft, so soft and fluffy. Ah, the protagonist was the cutest white lotus ever.

How could anybody push him into the Endless Abyss?! He just wanted to be accepted! He was just a sweet little bun. Innocent. Lovely.

“Binghe, ah, Binghe. How could you apologize for being born this way? This Shizun is not angry at his silly discipline."

The blaring red numbers on the blue screen ruthlessly showed that the end was near. That was okay. Luo Binghe would be free soon.

He had no need of this scum villain.

"Be a good boy, Binghe," he smiled.

Luo Binghe was crying. That wasn't right. Shen Yuan did not like that; one last hug was allowed, wasn't it?

"Wh- Shizun?" Luo Binghe froze, but didn't try to move away, and that was telling. Ah, his sweet discipline, so touch-starved. Shen Yuan hoped he would find himself a wife who could fulfill all his emotional needs, and not just his physical ones. "This lowly..."

[6... 5...]

The System continued counting down.

"No. No, Binghe, you are not lowly. You are so hardworking, so strong and smart! Shizun is proud of you. My sweet lotus..."

His arms squeezed the protagonist.

It was the best choice. Luo Binghe was too sweet, he deserves to live his life happy. He didn't need the scum villain to screw up his life even more than he did.

"Be good, my sweet white lotus. Be happy. This Shizun loves you."

[2... 1. Quest failure! Punishment for failing quest is the deduction of 10000 B-points. User termination is in progress.]

Shen Yuan was ready. His body was already dead; there was no suffering waiting for him. His conscience was clear - he did everything in his power to give his lovely discipline the best life he could offer.

He was ready to accept his fate.

[User termination is complete. Thank you for your patronage.]

[ovaruling]

volunteered at my new fave sanctuary again today!!!

here’s Miss Thumbelina on her way to eat her special cinnamon bun 🫡❤️

this is Rupert the lil goat. he was found upside down in a ditch and left for dead by his “local farm goat milk products” owner bc he was rejected by his herd. he was near death, ill, extremely depressed and was showing no will to survive. even once his physical health recovered he was so traumatized that he would stand in the stall facing the corner Blair Witch style and wouldn’t engage with anything. he started to bloom and heal with the help of a rescued polo pony who started to nuzzle him and watch over him. he’s very shy but he’s come a long way!

Arnold the beloved deaf loaf 🍞

Baxter the goat!!!!! he’s very chatty. he says 🗣️

this miniature equine blur is Stuffins racing to eat his breakfast 🍽️🏃🏃🏃🏃

Dr. Livingstone, I Presume? 🦝🤝

and here are some miscellaneous photos of the rescued babies!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

alright alright prepare for a little spam because I'm about to order one of each from your autumn picnic my love 😚 first, I wanna get to know you better so I'll pick a lot some questions from your Q/A acorns, hope that's okay 💕💕 here we go:

normal questions

6. favorite movie to watch on repeat? 9. what’s your favorite book or book series? 10. if you could live in any fictional world, which one? 18. if you could learn any language instantly, which one? 21. favorite kind of weather? 38. what’s your dream job?

favourites

4. favorite way to spend a lazy day? 9. favorite thing about fall? 13. favorite video game? 17. favorite flower?

this or that

8. chocolate or vanilla? 12. books or movies? 16. pastels or bold colors?

dreams and wishes

2. if you could travel anywhere right now, where would you go? 5. if you could be any fictional character for a day, who would you choose? 12. what’s one skill you wish you had? 18. if you could be in any movie, which one would it be?

these are a lot so if you don't feel like it just ignore it haha 💕

thank you for participating, bun!! now brace yourself because I’m about to give you a rundown of all these answers!

normal questions:

favorite movie to watch on repeat? dead poets society, hands down! (neil, my beloved 😭). but if we’re talking series, new girl has my soul, and yes, I still watch all the harry potter movies like I didn’t just rewatch them last week.

what’s your favorite book or book series? “terms and conditions” by lauren asher. it is permanently tattooed on my heart. as for series, the twisted series is my guilty pleasure, basic answer, i know, but true!

if you could live in any fictional world, which one? the harry potter universe without hesitation, but i’m talking marauders era.

favorite kind of weather? the perfect in-between—where it's not too cold, not too hot. spring and autumn are my jam, but if i have to choose between summer and winter, winters win for sure.

what’s your dream job? i’ve always wanted to own a bookstore! but let’s be real—i’d probably hoard every book and never sell a single one. in reality, though, i’m studying to be an accountant (numbers are my life now, apparently).

favorites:

favorite way to spend a lazy day? Scrolling through tumblr and drowning in ‘x reader’ fics—aka the cheapest therapy available. alternatively, binge-watching the same five shows i’ve seen a million times.

favorite thing about fall? the aesthetic and the vibes, darling. cozy sweaters, warm drinks, and all the fall colors—what’s not to love?

favorite video game? i… don’t play video games much. like, at all. oops?

favorite flower? forever a sucker for daisies and tulips. they just scream “soft girl aesthetic,” and i’m here for it 🌼🌷.

this or that:

chocolate or vanilla? chocolate, no contest. i’d fight someone for the last piece of chocolate cake.

books or movies? books, always. let me live in the world of my imagination, please.

pastels or bold colors? pastels, pastel EVERYTHING! soft, dreamy hues that make you feel like you’re living in a fairytale.

dreams and wishes:

if you could travel anywhere right now, where would you go? new york city, baby! i’ve heard about it so much, and i just want to experience the hustle and bustle firsthand.

if you could be any fictional character for a day, who would you choose? lily evans. BUT make it fanon! i am not dying young, okay? i just want to live a day in my life where james potter is obsessed with me.

what’s one skill you wish you had? swimming! i’m dying to explore the deep ocean and see all its wonders, but sadly, i’m veryyyyy hydrophobic. life is cruel sometimes.

if you could be in any movie, which one would it be? dead poets society. i don’t care if i have to pretend to be a boy—i need to live with those boys .

ilysm, mari <333

[crownedinmarigolds]

The Stakebait Coterie! Khloe and her boys are out there saving the Atlanta Waterbloods or get Final Death'd trying! (I'll type it all beneath the cut because I know.. my handwriting)

The main characters of the Poisoned Peach - ATL by Night chronicle my beloved is running for me! Khloe is my character, and the boys are my unbeatably dope team.

Name: Khloe Mariah Osbourne

Born: 05/04/1993, Embraced: 2022 by a Ventrue, came out Thinblood, Physical Age: 29

Height: 5'5", Hair: Dark Brown, Eyes: Hazel, Gender: Miss (She/Her), Nationality: American

Likes: Coffee, True Crime, Tabletop RPGs, Being a Minx, Staying Busy

Dislikes: Disappointing Others, Being Unprepared, Not knowing what's up, Her body, Tiktok-Style Ads

A little history: Khloe grew up the only child of very normal people who nastily divorced when she graduated high school. An avid reader and over-thinker, Khloe has immersed herself in many fantasy worlds and strategy games to the point where she seems to think of everything. A people pleaser who has a lot of good acquaintances yet no friends, the lack of companionship was hard-felt when COVID rolled around and kept everyone inside. Had a few partners, though none lasted. One night after visiting her mother, she found herself on a backroad all alone, save for the oncoming headlights that may be straying in her lane. (Where the Poisoned Peach begins!)

Name: Kyle Johnson

Born: 2/3/1994, Embraced: 2020, Sire unknown, but came out Thinblood, Physical Age: 26

Height: 5’10", Hair: N/A, Eyes: Sexy-Boy Brown, Gender: More man than your man (He/Him), Nationality: American

Likes: Feeling needed and helping others, Parties, Drinking cocktails with stupid names, Reasonable reactions.

Dislikes: Being late, people that CAN help and just don't, the MINIONS, Improperly labelled content warnings.

History: His mom was a nurse, her mom was a nurse, and so on. His sisters didn’t want to carry on the tradition, so he decided to go into the medical field himself as an EMT. The stress of the job brought on early balding, but he thrived both on the clock and in the club. One night, he drank a few too many and he woke up in a dumpster the next night, completely clueless. The sunlight began to hurt, nothing sat right in his stomach. Everything was the same yet all so different, better and worse. He spiraled, confused and depressed, until the Dusk Angel found him and helped him come to terms with his new existence. Now Kyle proudly helps the Thinblood Revolution as a kind face to help ease the new blood in, just as he had been.

Name: Randolph "Ralph" Gaylord King III

Born: 10/09/1996, Embraced: 2021 by a Nosferatu, came out Thinblood, Physical Age: 25

Height: 6'5" (Even pre-Embrace, him just big), Hair: Brown (Has to shave the remnants every evening, used to be long and thick and in a man-bun), Eyes: Yellow-Orange (Brown pre-Embrace), Gender: BOI (He/Him), Nationality: American

Likes: Guns, Bad Jokes, Strategy Games, Annoying Christian, Being a right menace

Dislikes: Himself :(, Whiny people, Beer, Signs with sayings meant to be taken serious.

Some Background: Born in St. Louis Missouri, Ralph had a pretty standard lower middle class upbringing. He followed his father and older brother and joined the army when he turned 18 right out of high school. Years of prep and hard work paid off as he went through candidate courses, eventually making it into Special Forces. His career was short-lived however after losing his right foot on his first deployment. Depression and dead-end jobs seemed to be his future until as a joke he started posting thirst-traps on social media, but it got real when his follower count spiked and sponsors started making offers. He was thrown into the life of an Insta-Thot - specifically Fitness Inspo - ultimately landing him in a party in Atlanta, Georgia, where his soon to be sire, Bill - a jealous and spiteful Nosferatu - lurked. Ralph was alone as he stumbled to his hotel room, and Bill could contain his hate no longer. To him, Ralph deserved to be as ugly on the outside as Bill thought he had to be on the inside. Little did Bill know, he messed with the wrong guy.

(Not written due to lack of room, we clearly don't play favorites here...) Eventually found in the sewers by the Dusk Angel, Ralph now serves in the Thinblood revolution, using every skill he's acquired in order to get revenge against the Fullbloods.

Name: Christian Ottavio

Born: 01/16/1989, Embraced: 2017, Gangrel sire but came out Thinblood, Physical Age: A rough 28

Height: 6'1", Hair: Dark Brown, Eyes: Brown, Gender: The MAN (He/Him), Nationality: American

Likes: Beer, Relaxing nights spent inside, Napping, His truck

Dislikes: His family, Wearing tight jeans, Bro-Country music, Fullbloods

A bit of background: Born and bred in Georgia into a rich family with ideals he couldn't wrap his head around. Went into the workforce at a young age in an effort to escape them and be on his own. He's had to sleep in his truck many a night, but eventually got everything together enough to get a roof over his head. That was until some uppity lick decided to draft him into the army of the damned during the Atlanta Sabbat civil war. He was one of many forced to fight during the schism, and one of the few to come out "alive." Before his sire could take him behind the proverbial tool shed, Christian was saved by the Dusk Angel, and now is a proud Thinblood freedom fighter.

[spoopy-arcade]

(Sorry in advance - this ask ended up being long. Swap AU my beloved <3)

Swap AU Cassie is SO BABY……. would love more of her and your beautiful human Roxy.

Although - and forgive me if I ramble a bit here - this takes place in a Ruin equivalent time yeah? Wouldn’t Cassie be more banged up? It’d be sad but she probably would be right? :[

It’s okay, I’m sure Roxy could fix her up. She probably does her own car maintenance ‘cause she’s a badass.

Ooh, now I’m also wondering what a base-game Swap would be like…

Lol, it should take place during the day and Freddy’s trying to smuggle Gregory out, and shenanigans ensue! (Possibly Gregory is due to be scrapped, so Freddy wants to keep the clearly sentient, slightly feral-acting child-like robot from that fate. He got emotionally attached <3)

Of course, if Roxy and Freddy are visiting there then there is prolly some attraction attracting lone adult patrons.. idk what that means for changes to the theme of the Megaplex.. But that’s not important right now!

Also, the main obstacle for Freddy would just generally be that he is trying to steal a child-sized robot in broad daylight while the place is possibly open/at least has workers there that he has to dodge. Good luck to the big guy.

Actually, the now-humans could be workers at the Plex. Like say instead of having tons of bots all over, they only had a few (like Cassie, Gregory, and possibly Vanny?) that were designed specifically to seem/be completely harmless, and more childlike. Cassie and Gregory could’ve been made to attend birthday parties (especially of lonely/upset kids), and Vanny could be a playful and friendly older figure who helps lost kids and cheers up anyone who’s feeling down. (I’d probably include Vanessa as a security program assigned to Vanny because. Security guard. Plus we’ve already seen that with Moon.)

In this case Gregory would probably still be messed up and act weird and get retired and shut down to be scrapped for parts, leading to Freddy finding him and rebooting him and then deciding to take him home once he figures out what’s up.

That kinda begs the question of what everyone’s jobs would be in the Plex, ‘cause how would Freddy find Gregory? And why would Cassie and Roxy be close in this version?

Well I have some answers to that!! ….I have no idea what Freddy’s job would be! He has. Very little by way of interesting character traits. Same with Monty. Why are the men so uninteresting in this game. Maybe Freddy’s a manager, since he was the leader of the band? Maybe he was taking inventory when he found Gregory? Idk!

Chica is definitely easier to pick for because she actually has distinct traits, and gets the obvious choice of working in the kitchen/bakery. (On that note, this kind of feels like a lower tech AU with less automated jobs, so managerial work/cooking/other tasks that are automated in SB I’ll give to people lol)

Would it be a dick move to make Monty a janitor? Lmao I swear I don’t hate him but idk what to give him at this point. Night guard? He could be a night guard.

….do I need to assign Bonnie a job? Wouldn’t he technically be dead? (He’s associated with the wet floor bots right? He could be a janitor.)

Who I REALLY have ideas for is everybody’s favorite, Roxy!! Saved her for last cause I knew I’d go on about her. She would totally be the maintenance gal for the race track - keeping the karts in working order, making sure the track is safe to drive on, etc. I imagine she could also do general maintenance, but her main area she works in is the racetrack.

As for how she and Cassie met. Well. Roxy is shown to be a very insecure person in the games. So what if the people she knew were busy and forgot/missed her birthday? And a little bunny, built for accompanying lonely and upset folks on their birthday, sees how upset she is, and overhears Roxy talking to herself and mention her birthday?

Well, I’m just saying, that little bun might just go hunt down a spare small cake from the bakery to put some candles in, and saunter her way into the nearly empty room to place it right in front of her new friend, smile, and say “Happy birthday, Roxy!”

The thems <3 I hope any of this makes sense I am just Thinking About Them…..

OMG THESE ARE SUCH GOOD IDEAS ANON. BIG BRAINED !!! I love the job choices for the gang (Monty being a janitor/nightguard is so funny 😭) and Vanny being along with animatronic Cassie and Gregory is rlly good, it's something I definitely I thought of! (She would be a rabbit ofc)

And that last part IS SO CUUTE !! I need to draw young Roxy with Cassie.....

And to answer your first question: Yes, it takes place in ruin and she would be banged up. But!! I decided not to draw her ruined version because I wanted to show off her design, if that makes sense?? :0 when I do expand on this au, I'll change it in the future which will be PAINFUL :(

Ty for sharing these with me, anon!!

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thursday & friday recap 🌶️🧴

so...im back overindulging again

yesterday i (after convincing my friend the night before) went with my friend to have the new special buldak x loterria fried chicken. i love it but my friend can only have the fries they literally choke and have to take a break cuz when they eat the hamburger bun there is some spicy sauce on there

also i tried sniffing this one perfume and it so good like it so floral and refreshing im obsessed I put the sample in my backpack and it literally smelled amazing. also funny story literally there 4-5 sale associates there and nobody were paying attention to us lmaoo

witness the love story of the century romeow and meowliet

i was so craving also the rice took forever to cook so I bought some of these (we called them cá viên chiên), they kinda expensive like way expensive at this new place I bought. anyway I mixed them with instant ramen but instead of noodle it phở. so spicy and salty

anyway move onto today i had a date with another of my friend in the mall and came across this new pop mart just opened in the mall like the line was crazy. later we came back and they had somehow sold out 85% of their new products. we eat for like an hour. also, there appear to be police where u have to have another bill above a certain amount to be able to buy the new line. capitalism for the win ig

we had tobokki spicy korean ricecake buffet at spicy box. so yummy and the broth made by employee so good omg. also I asked them to make my fave spicy instant ramen. i mean its me so whats new

look at this h&m jacket i tried on. if only I have some corporate to run

come back to sniff perfume and i gotta say beside the original this one my favorite of the line (the newest have this annoying note that I kinda dislike and black opium is like, weird)

and we also go scout other perfume stores, guerlain has some really nice smell ngl (with the price point I hope so) and as usual as the no 1 alec empathizer all my pick for him are correct to what would suit him

alec can wear these two to more formal events im dead serious

I also stopped at this well-composed section of niche perfume. I'm not really impressed with Maison Francis Kurkdjian, to be honest. Their signature Baccarat Rouge 540 has everyone raving about it, there's just something off about it, I don't know.

next one is amouage this one im obsessed like it smell so good and sweet but not too much right up my alley.

for killian IMO good girl gone bad and love dont be shy is very average. like love dont be shy got this cotton note that just giving artificial. tho I need to invent another disguise to come back cause I haven't gotten the time to sniff the one I picked for magnus yet my friend keep bugging me to come back (especially the wine glass line)

and once again of course i sniff the one I picked for alec and it all accurate. love love ashore, floral, full of jasmine, fresh, like you're watering your beloved jasmine garden

need somebody buy that bottle for me ughhhh when will I become millionaire

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Dyspnea

Got Your Six: Part 2

Help me, I can't breathe.

"Because it was the right thing to do for Toombs."

Never found the right words to say.

No air, it burns.

"Because the only thing I wanted to do was tear him apart, limb from limb, with my own goddamn hands! I wanted, still want, to feel his fucking blood on my fingers!"

No sound, can’t speak.

Help me! I can't breathe!

"But I'm not a monster like he is!"

Why didn’t I say it before?

No air! My lungs are burning. I've never felt pain like this before. Hurts. Can’t see.

"He works for a fucking terrorist org!"

Empty, nothing to fill the void in my chest. Burns.

Dying.

"They say I'm a hero for surviving, but I wasn't alone and I thought I was!"

No air … never said what I meant.

Monster.

No air.

Alone.

Can't breathe.

Dead.

Commander Shepard awoke with a sharp inhale. It burned inside her lungs, causing her to sputter and cough. She wrapped her arms around her chest to calm the ache there. Her dreams often ended with her feeling like she was suffocating. Dr. Chakwas reassured her that her O2 sats were normal, her lungs were perfectly healthy, repeating words like trauma and flashbacks.

Words she knew all too well, but she wished it were medical instead. Something to be cured. Not something she just had to cope with. Helen was so tired of coping, and she had only been alive again for such a short time.

She lifted her head from her desk, where she had been reading and re-reading the same message over again until the exhaustion got the better of her. With elbows propped on the table, she buried her face in gloved hands. The gloves helped keep her from feeling the grooves in her skin where the still healing scars reminded her that she was just pieces of the real thing. Her hair, which she always wore up in an Alliance regulation bun outside of her quarters, fell in a thick, blond curtain over her face as she leaned over the desk.

A sharp rapping noise caused her to jump, and she nearly squeaked. It took a second for her to realize it was someone knocking at her locked door. What had woken her up from drowning in endless space. Sorely tempted to just tell whoever it was to fuck off, she swallowed the impulse, and instead asked, “Who is it?” If it was someone she didn’t want to speak to, she would follow up with a fuck off.

One of the few familiar voices on this wretched copy of her beloved ship sounded from the other side of her door, “Commander, it’s Garrus. Can I come in?”

“You may.” Helen remotely unlocked the door, but did not stand to greet him as he entered. Her hands still covered her eyes, and she desperately held back the tears brewing in them. Only one person on this ship had ever seen tears in her eyes. And she was sitting in the medbay, probably reviewing Shepard’s medical file and scans with a keen eye. Looking one more time for any evidence that Helen wasn’t Helen. Because Helen had asked her to.

Because Helen didn’t believe she was herself.

His steps were surprisingly light, for an alien that made her feel like she was two feet tall next to him. Commander Helen Shepard was not a short woman, but turians were just damned tall. He came to a stop next to her desk, maintaining a respectful distance, shifting subtly before he started speaking. “Commander-”

“Please Garrus, in here, I’m just Helen. I need to just be Helen,” her pleading request came out on an exhausted exhale, muffled by the fabric covering her palms.

The turian cleared his throat. She still had not looked at him. “Helen,” he said her name like he was trying it out for the first time. She liked the way it thrummed out in dual tones, like a soothing white noise. “I wanted to come check on you. You looked upset when we left the station.” Garrus had the good grace not to say that she looked sick, green, like she might vomit.

Helen slid a datapad out from under the shadow her body created over her desk, and held it out for Garrus to take. “Didn’t you hear the news? They granted him full fucking immunity in exchange for his testimony.”

If Garrus was confused by her vague explanation, the message pulled up on her datapad made it very clear.

From: Toombs Subject: What the hell? What the hell kind of game are you playing, Shepard? You did the buddy act when I had the gun on that Cerberus scientist, telling me you understood. Now I find out you’re working for Cerberus? Tests were done on me that you can’t even imagine. For years. Cerberus did them. They tortured me. They used me as a damn lab rat. And now you’re teaming up with them like they’re any other merc band? I’ve got my own merc team now, Shepard. And I kill any Cerberus team I can find. If I run into you, don’t expect any different.

“Oh,” his response came quietly, heavy with understanding. “Shep- Helen, he’s a hurting man. Dr. Wayne’s testimony will shed light on what else Cerberus has been doing. Don’t let Toombs’ anger tear you apart. You’re doing what’s necessary to stop the Collectors.”

“Am I, Garrus? I haven’t even fucking tried to do it another way, have I?” She tapped her desk with the forefinger of her right hand, and leaned her forehead into the outstretched fingers of her left. “I feel doubts crawling under my skin, like a million little biting insects. Teeth scraping against my nerves, leaving me raw, breathless. Am I me, or did they make me a monster after all? Even the Council, hell, the Alliance, treats me like I’m just a shadow, useful, but to be hidden away.”

“Permission to speak freely?”

“I’m just Helen in this room, Garrus. In this space, we’re friends, and I am not a commander.” 

After she died, her grip on her soldier’s mask fell away more often. Now, it was only present when she stood on the command deck, barking orders to her non-Alliance crew, or when she spoke to Jacob and Miranda. It was her shell, to protect her from the unknown, but she didn’t want that space between her and him. He’d seen too much to be fooled by it anyways.

Garrus shifted again, and she briefly worried that he was going to try to prod her into throwing punches again, like the last time she encountered Toombs. There was no anger hiding within her today. Just doubt. Fear. Mourning. 

“Remember when you found me on Omega, just before I took a rocket to the head?”

A weak smile found its way to her lips, even if he couldn’t see it. “I do. You don’t know how relieved I was to see your cocky, insubordinate smile.”

Eyes that recognize me, see past the lines on my face. Genuine joy to see me covered in mercenary blood, but alive. Not too late?

“Even though you should have been dead, I knew immediately that it was you. The real you. Helen, I know who you are. I’ve never had any doubts.”

“Coming from anyone else, I wouldn’t believe it. You’re the only one on this goddamn ship that I trust,” Helen said as a tear broke free and rolled down her cheek. The most vulnerable she had ever been. 

It was the truth, Miranda was Cerberus through and through, Jacob didn’t seem particularly loyal to his employer, and that somehow rankled more than Miranda’s steadfast defense. Mordin was interesting, but ultimately, he was an unknown. Massani was only loyal to his next paycheck. Kasumi, a thief. There were still more agents to recruit, of course, and she was really hoping Tali would join them, but the rest were strangers.

It felt disloyal of herself to have doubts of Dr. Chakwas and Joker, but they had been so quick to sign on, they were here before she was even awake again. It left a sour taste in her mouth.

She had recruited Garrus herself, and he felt like the only thing she could count on since her resurrection. The only one who made her feel like she wasn’t alone.

Finally, Helen dropped her hand to her desk and met Garrus’ eyes. He sucked in a sharp breath, and an absolutely confounding look passed over him. It was inscrutable to Shepard, who furrowed her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, “What?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, and took far too long to answer, “It’s just that I’ve never seen you with your hair down. I didn’t realize it was so long … it’s nice.”

His awkwardness drew a warm chuckle out of her, “I guess it would be a little startling. I like to keep this part of me hidden away from the crew.”

He looked her up and down, and she became distinctly aware that she was wearing what amounted to dirty gym clothes. But it wasn’t the clothes that made her uncomfortable. He would be able to see that the scars were not just on her face, they covered her arms, and shoulders, leaving the suggestion that they covered her entire body.

They did. 

And she fucking hated it. Reminders she could not escape. She could not leave her own skin.

“I’ve never seen you out of your uniform either.”

The noise that came out of Helen was somewhere between a gasp and a giggle, caught entirely by surprise by his accidental suggestion. “Well hell, Garrus, at least buy a girl dinner first,” she smiled and leaned back in her chair, and spun to the side, deftly avoiding meeting his eyes again.

The turian shook his head slightly, clearly confused, “What?” The realization dawned on him, and he sputtered out, “Oh, Spirits, that’s not what I meant, Shepard!” 

The overwrought woman propped her elbows on her knees, and leaned forward with a sigh, “I know, Garrus. I’m just giving you a hard time.” In the awkward silence that stretched out between them for an eternity after, she found herself rubbing her face again.

“Why do you wear them? The gloves, I mean. You didn’t wear them before.”

“The scars.”

Garrus, her friend, the only one of her old crew who ever bothered to seek her out when she needed support, approached and crouched before her. Her heart rate increased as the distance closed, and she felt her breath catch. “Do they hurt, Helen?”

Shepard dropped her hands, they hung limply between her knees, and she looked at her feet. “No. It’s just that when I feel them with my own fingers … I feel like … I’m just pieces that have been hastily glued together. I forget to breathe and I’m being pulled into the vacuum again.” 

Vision gone dark, chest constricting ...

Can’t breathe.

No air.

Didn’t say what I meant.

Can’t breathe.

Dying. 

Too late.

Something wrapped around her hand, and squeezed, and she opened her eyes. She had stopped breathing again, and the oxygen flooded her lungs in a rush. Her eyes widened, and she seemed on the verge of a panic as her chest rose and fell at a crushing rate. They locked eyes and Shepard forced her breathing to return to normal. He anchored her to the ship with his hand encasing hers, kept her from flying into inky blackness again.

From the time he pissed her off so much, she nearly had a stroke from the biotic push she used to toss him into the mess wall. To the time he sat with her in silence by her gear locker, when the Normandy was grounded, and she fought the urge to scream when the guilt over leaving Kaidan behind bubbled over. To pulling her bruised and battered body from the wreckage of the Presidium after Saren and Sovereign fell. He was always there. Garrus was here now, pulling her back from the brink once more. He had his own scars, and not just the kind on his jaw.

Same as her.

“Garrus, I need to tell you-”

“Commander, we are on approach vector to Haestrom. Drop time in ten minutes.” Joker’s voice crackled over the intercom, interrupting Helen’s years late confession.

Too late.

Commander Helen Shepard leapt from her chair, standing at attention, “Shit, I need to get suited up. You’re coming, right?”

He was already on his way to the door, to go grab his gear, “Someone’s got to watch your six. The rest of the squad is too squishy to do it right.”

She had her hair wrapped in her hand, frantically pulling it back when she paused, and inhaled again. “Garrus, we need to talk, when we get back.” 

“You know where I’ll be.”

Not too late.

Not dying.

Not dead.

Breathing again.

[gabbyee]

Love is bigger than that.

This short story - a romance fanfic - takes place in Racoon City in 1998, featuring the newly employed police officer Leon Scott Kennedy and his fiancée Katherine Honror, now Kennedy.

"A young couple were having their wedding on October 25, 1998, a day before chaos erupted in Racoon City. Katherine, an army medic, and Leon, a newly graduated police officer heading for his first job as such. After the wedding, the couple headed towards Racoon City and its downtown, where they would stay for the foreseeable future, thanks to Leon's new job. However, the couple did not expect that a stop at the gas station would turn their lives upside down."

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CHAPTER 1 - pilot: the biggest chaos of our lives

The electronic clock in the truck's radio showed that it was two fifty in the morning - too late for a couple who hadn't even started their married life, already leaving after the wedding for a distant city where Leon would now work. Meanwhile, Katherine wondered if there was a gas station nearby where they could stop to eat something and stretch their legs after hours of driving in the four-wheeled car.

"Are we not going to pass by a gas station? I need a snack," Katherine said aloud to her husband, to which Scott just let out a brief laugh before responding to his beloved. "Maybe we'll pass by a gas station with a convenience store in a few meters, dear. I promise as soon as I see one, I'll stop instantly," Leon obviously replied what the brunette wanted to hear. After her then-new husband's quick and thoughtful response, Katherine lowered the car's sun visor to look at the mirror there, being able to observe her fair skin still covered with the heavy makeup from the wedding a few hours ago, her black hair that was once in a bun, now loose and well-defined with waves, her black eyeshadow on her eyelids enhancing her greenish eyes, which perfectly matched her husband's eyes. - Thinking of this, Katherine let out a brief laugh before raising her sun visor again and observing her husband stop at the gas station, which was incredibly empty.

"Sunday night and the gas station completely empty, isn't it strange?" Katherine asked as she got out of the car following Leon, who would refuel the truck to return to the road in moments. "I'll go inside to see if there's anything," she informed the blonde and went quickly to the store which had its lights turned off - which was totally strange for a store that claimed to be open twenty-four hours. The stiletto heels clicked firmly on the gas station's stone floor, and now, on the convenience store's porcelain floor. "Hello, is anyone here?" She could ask aloud, hearing only grunts, causing her to approach calmly and run to a man next to a door, grunting in pain. "Sir, are you okay?" She didn't get a spoken response from him, just his left hand pointing inside the door, making the black-haired woman observe a small commotion in the back and a strange noise. "Stay here, sir, I'll be right back," she warned before getting up and followed slowly to the room where the commotion was happening, seeing a policeman approaching a man. "Officer, is everything okay here?" She asked trying to get an answer, curious to know what was going on. "Everything is under control, miss, don't worry," the policeman's deep voice echoed through her ears and in a quick move, the officer was thrown to the ground with his gun away and then the person being approached, biting him frantically. Katherine's expression instantly changed to a scared face, quickly grabbing the gun the policeman had thrown and shooting the man biting the officer - now dead. His brains splattered the convenience store's security room, and as she approached the dead man's body, she could see a totally strange color of his skin and his veins bulging under his thin skin.

She stood up straight and started to explore the security room, being able to find a key hanging on the wall, not taking long to grab it and try to retrace the path she had taken to get there, which was totally thwarted by the now - maybe - sick policeman who had been killed. Katherine didn't hesitate to enter among the lockers and approach a door that led directly to the convenience store as a shortcut, but her heart leaped into her throat when she saw the number of infected people now surrounding the maybe meal. "Get down!" She heard a shout, quickly realizing it was her husband's voice, quickly doing what he had asked, hearing a gunshot followed by a dead body falling to her feet with no trace of a head. "Come on, now!" She felt pulled, placing the gun in her husband's holster, both running frantically to the car, throwing themselves mercilessly into the cloth seats of the truck, where Leon revved the car out of the gas station at a surreal speed, still heading towards Racoon City.

"What the hell is going on?" Leon asked, punching the steering wheel, while Katherine looked around scared - an army veteran and a war survivor found herself scared in an immeasurable way.

"Welcome to Racoon City," Katherine read aloud the sign that marked the beginning of the city, observing the complete chaos.