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kay i'll take advantage of the hyperfixation bc i'm hyperfixated too 😋 this one is quite angsty? Depends on how you wanna do the end bc i'll leave it up to you

u see how in re6 chris asks leon if he will protect ada despite all the damage she did and he says yeah he is? What if instead of chris asking is leon's long term boyfriend since raccoon city?

like reader kinda knows he's still not over ada bc let's say reader went with him to rescue ashley in re4 and well, ada was there and shit.

so with that reader this time KNOWS leon is till not over ada no matter how much time has passed and he feels kinda betrayed bc they had a full ass relationship since raccoon city and it's been YEARS.

ending up to you ofc depending on how interested u are on writing this lmao. bye byee 💖

Ehe- I tried lol

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

Maybe spoilers if you haven't played/watched re6?

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 6

(M/n) almost couldn't believe how awful this vacation was turning out to be.

From shooting the president to chasing after Ada herself, Helena could look at him with an apologetic look in her hazel eyes. (M/n) hasn't explicitly told her that he and Leon were dating, just said they were together on a vacation to relax and unwind a bit from their job on the D.S.O, but the situation had become worse than they initially thought.

And now Ada was involved? Well, when wasn't she honestly, that woman seemed to have some sort of GPS on Leon because she always showed up wherever he was, it was rather odd, still, he didn't question it, coincidences were pretty common in this kind of job.

Just look at it this way, they met with Sherry a while ago and now Chris was here too.

The three of them chased after Ada, Leon in front, and (M/n) right behind him, while Helena did her best to keep up behind them, but she was injured and she was struggling to keep up the pace. (M/n) stopped and made sure she was okay, before realizing how far Leon had run already.

"(M/n), go! I'll... I'll be fine, you go after her," she said gently pushing him away, and (M/n) hesitated for a moment, but Helena's reassuring smile helped him make up his mind.

He continued running after Leon, hearing two more foreign voices echo in the building, his eyes observing how Ada was cornered by two BSAA agents and as one of them pulled the trigger, Leon hit the gun away, immediately getting involved in a fight with the man. (M/n) arrived just in time to catch a stumbling Chris and prevent him from falling when Leon kicked his stomach hard enough to make him lose his balance.

Chris groaned from the pain, even when he was kicked over his bulletproof vest, Leon has always been known for having strong legs after all.

"Here," (M/n) mumbled while standing up and helping Chris get up from the ground, hearing him grunt a small 'thank you', all the while still being pointed by Leon with his pistol, "Leon-"

"Shut up," was all the blond said, making him swallow and nod, standing back whilst Chris and Leon started arguing. About Ada, and why she needed to die. (M/n) saw Leon clench his jaw, tightening his hold on the grip of his pistol, his cold blue eyes staring into Chris', "She's a key witness, we need her."

"A witness? She's the one that did all of this!" Chris replied, angry at what Ada had done, and probably at Leon for stopping him earlier.

"No, it wasn't her, it was Simmons, the National Security Advisor," (M/n) looked at them, hearing Helena's stumbling behind them and he helped her stand up. He wasn't sure what he was expecting the outcome of this discussion would be, but something told him he wasn't gonna like it.

"I lost all of my men because of that woman!" Chris yelled as he approached Leon, who kept a firm stance, not even blinking at his outburst.

"And I lost over seventy thousand people, including the president, because of Simmons!" He replied back with the same tone, followed by a deafening silence, the light of a chopper landing on them through the window.

Chris sighed and looked down, shaking his head before staring back at Leon, "She works for Neo-Umbrella, you know what that means?"

(M/n) watched as Leon sighed, "I do."

Glancing back and forth between the two of them, (M/n) took a deep breath, and took a step forward, slightly covering Chris with his body, he doesn't know what made him do it, maintaining eye contact with Leon's blue eyes, that remained cold and serious.

"After all she did to you, to me, to us... You're still gonna protect her, Leon?" The few seconds of silence that followed made his ears ring, the fact that he had to think about it let him know his answer.

Leon's stare hardened, seemingly unfazed by (M/n)'s words, not caring about the pain in his voice.

"I am."

(M/n) released a dry chuckle, turning around and walking away, "I was scared you were gonna say that," he mumbled as he left, finding another way to go downstairs. While he waited for them, he saw a flash of white, soon followed by Ada's body gracefully flying with her grappling hook.

They made eye contact for an instant before she ran away again, like she always did, never deviating from her mission.

He unzipped his pouch, his fingers wrapping around the velvet box, gripping it tightly as tears began gathering in his eyes. (M/n) had planned this vacation perfectly, wanting to make it special and memorable, after all, he and Leon had been in a relationship for 15 years... Or so he thought, because it seemed like he was the naive one who thought that way, when Leon was clearly smitten to Ada, after everything that happened... Everything he had done to make Leon happy...

(M/n) sighed and rubbed his temple before lowering his hand to grab his pistol, but before he could, he hit one of the pouches around his hips, his world freezing and breaking down piece by piece when he realized what he had kept safe there during this whole ordeal.

All of it had been wasted, maybe... Someone else would appreciate all his efforts?

But who? He has never loved anyone other than Leon, and it's not like he could simply move on to someone else, that wouldn't be fair to the other person.

(M/n) observed the black box in his hand, hearing the footsteps of Leon and Helena approaching his position, and he had to dry away the tears that had managed to run down his face, turning toward them with a hint of a smile, putting the box back and closing the zipper again.

"We have to keep going, let's go," he will figure out what to do when all of this is over, but right now, they had a job to do.

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An Essay About Slash Review of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, A Video Game Which is Very Good

(and also: has prompted many quite wrong rather bad takes)

An essay by Audrey of the joystick system

The very bad discourse and drama around The Coffin of Andy and Leyley has served to obscure the simple fact that it is quite a very good video game and this video essay is here to tell you about that.

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Hi everyone. So. The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is really, really fucking good.

If you’ve heard of this game, you’ve probably heard of it in the context of memes, screenshots divorced from context, and/or capricious moral outrage. If you’ve not heard of this game, well, you’re hearing of it now! And good thing, too, because much of the coverage and discussion around this game that already exists has… been, let’s just say, not particularly earnest. I hope to remedy that at least somewhat with this video.

If you’ve heard about this game because of discourse, and come here expecting drama and hot takes, then, this may not be your video. Or your YouTube channel, even. Or maybe it is, if you’d like the delicious comments section. If you’re that sort of clicker, though— welcome! I’m Audrey of the joystick system, and this is the place where I (and my headmates) talk honestly about things we care about, and I hope you’ll hear me out a little and maybe consider staying and improving our viewer retention. Thanks, if you do.

So, to writ: My purpose today is to gush. I will be gushing here. For most of it. And as for what I will be gushing about, some of it will be gushing BLOOD, GUTS, AND DELICIOUS DEATH. I am entirely serious. The subject of today’s presentation contains mature content, including copious foul language and themes slash depictions of death, cannibalism, cultism, demon summoning rituals, parricide, dystopian social decay, and heterosexuality. Oh, and also a little bit of incest as a treat, I guess, but the incest is heterosexual, and that’s worse.

[long pause]

Excellent. You’re still here. So. This morbidly beautiful video game may not be for everyone, but that’s good, because it is instead for exactly me! A short plot synopsis of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley might go as follows:

if you're not watching the video listen to this for extra effect

Siblings Andrew and Ashley Graves are forcibly quarantined inside their apartment by the local authorities, with no food and even less hope for rescue. Their parents have abandoned them. Absolutely no one is coming to save them. In order to survive and escape this awful situation, they butcher and consume the fresh flesh of some guy who got himself soul vored by a demon that he summoned without a plan.

This conspicuously carnivorous crime, and their effort to cover their tracks, puts them in a fair bit of a deeper shithole than they are already in. So naturally they keep digging themselves deeper by committing even more crimes, AND in the process, also dig themselves deeper into their toxic codependent sibling relationship, which is going just great, thank you. Sure, Andrew almost killed his sister, but he didn’t, and that’s what matters! And she still loves him, so it’s all good!

This is of course a joke.

First thing I absolutely love about this game is the writing. It’s witty, intelligent, uncompromising, and just generally delicious. It holds nothing back in depicting the toxicity of the two leads and their relationship, resulting in two compelling characters whose flaws and few virtues perfectly complement slash exacerbate one another, resulting in a beautiful train wreck of a relationship dynamic that proves equal parts disturbing, mesmerizing, and hilarious.

The charming darkly comedic bite of the writing style also lends a lot of great character to the setting. This sardonically presented dystopian world is both richly detailed and fleetingly elaborated on, a commendable balance to have achieved, in my opinion. The first chapter of this game is hilarious not just because of the banter between Ashley and Andrew (which is terrific), but because it presents such a sharp satire of current year bullshit.

As just an example, I give you, one of my favorite jokes in the game:

I probably don’t need to explain the thing this is making fun of to you, but I will anyway.

The situation presented in The Coffin of Andy and Leyley’s first episode is very easily readable as an allegory for how disasters that are a direct result of ongoing 2020s late capitalist decay continuously fuck people over. In particular, this scenario feels like a direct commentary on both the COVID-19 pandemic as well as the Flint, Michigan water crisis. The former obviously has affected way more people but what both have in common is that they are crises created and exacerbated by malfeasance and/or negligence committed in the name of for-profit interests, and that the “response,” to them, such as there was one, has amounted to dehumanizing and marginalizing the victims while minimizing the issue, forcing the victims out of society’s wider view, and being reticent to punish the individuals responsible.

Just as the authorities responded to the water crisis and the worst excesses of the pandemic in real life, the authorities in The Coffin of Andy and Leyley impose half-measures designed to further restrict the freedom of the dirty undesirables who bear the worst damages, while merely shielding the upper echelons of society from the disaster rather than actually addressing or attempting to solve the issue. Most of you who lived through 2020 in the United States probably have experienced the frustration of being on the receiving end of this kind of policy.

During the pandemic, the quarantine was supposed to protect us, but for a lot of people it ended up doing quite the opposite. A lot of folks didn’t have any savings, and couldn’t get any since the employment market wasn’t exactly on fire, and our representatives had to be bothered way too much just to put out a pithy economic stimulus just to save face. Not to say that this all has stopped, exactly, as all that’s changed now is that we’re just, living with this situation, but.

It wasn’t literally a cop outside everyone’s door preventing them from going outside to not die, but for a lot of people, it might as well have been that! Never mind those who, y’know, had no inside to retreat to. Or were imprisoned during the pandemic and left even more unprotected! Or thrown out by their landlords! And so on. And, y’know, the big chain grocery stores keep throwing out all the perfectly good unsold food, so they’re already sending this message in all but, well… these exact words.

So, that’s why I think this joke lands. It’s exaggerated, but familiarly rooted, and that’s just good satire! It’s a joke which feels lifted right out of Invader Zim, which, I would put The Coffin of Andy and Leyley right about on the level of as far as both the tone it’s going for and the quality of its execution. Which of course, brings us to the extremes that these circumstances push its characters, and its plot, to.

Okay, so, also like Invader Zim, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is hardly a polemic, nor is it a morality tale. Sure, there’s social commentary in it, but that’s just a nice side thing. It’s not a story about the otherwise innocent victims of an unjust society who are pushed to do terrible things by circumstances outside their control— it is, rather a story of terrible people, who, both because of their character failings, and the desperate situations they find themselves in, find themselves doing even worse things.

Andrew and Ashley commit the cannibalism the first time in large part because they kind of have to do it. No food! Cop outside their door actively deterring them from getting food! Out of options! So they do it. They could probably be excused, if only they were given a fair trial. Which they realize they’re not going to get. So yeah. It’s understandable that they do it. And that they kill this one cop, who very much has it coming.

But they do not have to keep doing it! And gosh grief, do they keep fucking doing it— so many its. They really do not stop digging that hole that they are in. Even the first time that they do the cannibalism, when they kind of really have to do the cannibalism, Ashley is just a little bit more excited about doing the cannibalism than she probably should be.

I love this kind of delicious edgy dark humor. I love stories that go for it, imagine the worst possible people they can, and also try to make that funny. I love this about Invader Zim, that it presents a character who is unquestionably a monster, but also has relatable human desires like wanting to fit in and being concerned about looking weird or abnormal, but has those feelings for very different reasons and acts on them by committing some very despicable crimes. It really gets at a deep-seated darkness that I and a lot of other fucked up traumatized queer people who were little kids when this show aired have, the catharsis of visualizing some of our worst intrusive thoughts while evoking the emotions that pushed us to imagine this kind of fucked up shit.

I’ve loved this kind of thing since we saw Heathers when we were 14. Heathers is an absolutely incredible film that you should check out, by the way, and about which we failed to properly or interestingly articulate our thoughts a few years back. Its lead protagonists, Jason “J.D.” Dean and Veronica Sawyer, are similarly relatable characters who have familiar feeling flaws and emotionally resonant trauma hangups, and also function as very toxic enablers of each other’s worst traits, leading them to work through those feelings by, y’know, murdering their classmates!

Heathers made us realize just how exactly mentally ill of a 14 year old we really were when we were 14, and I love it for that. So. So fucking much.

That was ten years and change ago.

We are still a mentally ill 24 year old.

And Andrew and Ashley Graves, if I had to sum them up, are basically J.D. and Veronica, if they were in their twenties, siblings, and also way, way, way worse.

And I love them.

So, obviously. Ashley and Andrew are hilarious. At least, I find them to be such. They’re terrible, and awful, and amazing, and Ashley is such a girlboss. She is one of the most God Forbid Women Do Anything characters ever.

Anyway! I’ve talked about the cannibalism, and the dystopia, and the characters, and why all of that’s good. I’ve also forgotten to talk about the part where they evade an assassin, and, also a host of other things.

I love that this game has so many fun little optional interactions with NPCs, objects, and items, that you can totally miss. I love how the narration hints at the solutions to puzzles by snarkily referring to things you can interact with as what their purpose is to the characters rather than what they are, this quip about the mop that you clean up a murder scene with, the interactions that Andrew has with these cultists who suck at demon summoning, the excellent in-game art and the brilliant visual duality of Andrew and Ashley’s character designs, this line where Andrew is upset that life is so hard for them as fugitives from the law because they can only find this one shitty motel that takes cash and doesn’t ask them for their ID, and also the music, which is royalty free music made by people unassociated with the developer but is nonetheless perfectly suited for the game.

So much about this game is stuff I find so completely brilliant, and I have so little to criticize, that I think we’d probably be here all day if I kept going. So.

Let’s spend a thousand ish more words talking about the parents.

When The Coffin of Andy and Leyley begins, the protagonists’ parents are absent. You can optionally find two early references to them early on— one, if you interact with the bed in their bedroom, and encounter the shocking revelation that “Your parents have FUCKED on this bed.”

The second, is if you interact with the phone, the game dutifully informs you that,

You’re probably less than five minutes into the game at this point, barely begun solving the first puzzle, which prompted you to “find nutrients to not die.” And of course, this says about all you need to know. These children have been abandoned. But if it needed to be any clearer, the game later delivers unto you a flashback to prior in the story, when Ashley desperately calls Mrs. Graves for help after they leave and go move to a hotel, and later a new house, to which the kids are of course not invited. And this specific scene, specific line, here, fucking hit me:

“And I don’t want to hear these lies about starving anymore.”

Emphasis mine.

Even as Ashley and Andrew escalate the severity of their crimes which gradually come to have less and less to do with their need to survive as the story goes on, I find it very hard to not be on their side at least a little bit, and this is easily the biggest reason why.

I have had this phone call.

Not this exact specific phone call, of course. Obviously, I’ve never been locked up in an apartment with an armed patrol outside my door whose job it was to gaslight me while ensuring that I starved to death. Obviously, my mom has never said those exact words.

But gosh grief and fuck me if it’s never felt like she has. She may as well have fucking told me that, with all the things she told me I was lying about. And who fucking knows, maybe she did say those exact words to us, and we repressed them. I don’t know. I am very not done working through all the bullshit that she gaslit us over.

*sighs, preparing to vent*

I have called our mother and had to beg her to pay for food. I have called her and had to beg to pay for our rent, while our parents were supposed to be supporting us studying abroad. I have called her and begged her to forgive me for daring to use just a few of the thirty dollars our parents used to send us to live with every month back then, to buy a drink or a movie ticket or something. I have had to concede to our parents financially holding us hostage, had to go the last week of the month on a shoestring diet while waiting for them to graciously deposit another thirty dollars into our bank account... so that we could continue eating. I used to relish February, the shortest month, for being the one part of the year in which I had to stretch out that thirty dollars the least. And once, I pleaded with our mother to pay for us to move to another apartment when the landlord suddenly kicked us out of the current one, abruptly and obligatorily switching gears from arguing with her to kissing her ass through our gritted teeth, under threat of our parents cutting off their financial support of us completely, abandoning us in a foreign country where we had no money, no job, and barely spoke the language.

And one day, after I stopped dancing to their tune, they just stopped listening, stopped even pretending to want to help. After nineteen years of escalating emotional and physical abuse and neglect, they abandoned us. And one day, after I spent months working 10 hour days every week Ubering food around for tips, sending my resume, filling applications, making calls, stopping into places to ask for work, all to no avail, for months, and desperately plugging the Patreon page of this very YouTube channel praying that some generous soul with money to burn would solve all our problems. All of this still wasn’t enough, and wasn’t going anywhere, and I’d run out of money and was short on rent on the one sublet room we could get that cost exactly three hundred dollars…

And I called her, and I asked her for help. I really didn’t want to. I wanted to hear nothing of her again. And she said to stop lying. To stop bullshitting her that I couldn’t get enough money, or find a job.

Not too long after, I swore off all contact with her, and eventually also with our father. And every time I have spoken to either of them since, I have made no secret of how I feel. Because if I get nothing out of kissing their ass, why fucking pretend.

My family is not poor. They own their house. They own, and leased out, a second house. Their house is full of fancy IKEA furniture and various other niceties, they’ve renovated the place at least twice, they live in a nice, safe neighborhood, they have an attic and a basement, they at one point paid for multiple plane tickets for us per year while still refusing to let us eat on any more than thirty five dollars, an extra five dollars we also had to beg them for. Our dad has a lucrative tech job. All of this, and they insisted, while refusing to answer questions about their finances in any detail, that they couldn’t afford to help us go to where we wanted to go for college, that they had no place for us in their house, that they couldn’t afford three hundred dollars of rent to help us have a roof over our head for one more month.

So when I read this delightful jaunt of a chapter of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, where Andrew and Ashley break into their parents’ new huge house to steal all their shit, and Ashley says “This is some rich people stuff!” about their fireplace,

And when their mom says, “there’s no room to keep housing you here indefinitely,” and the internal monologue says, “even though it’s way bigger than the old house.” It’s both an entertaining mockery of the attitude of the typical American family, how first you’re your parents’ property for eighteen years and then you’re turned out on your own to face the world without their support, and how the fuck are you supposed to live like that, to figure out how to live your life in the face of that, to meaningfully be a fulfilled person in that situation, especially in a time, when, no, mom, I can’t pay a college tuition on a waitress salary like you did back in the fucking nineties, you c--t,

Even though they have an extra bed in their basement and a perfectly good couch and plenty of space for another bed besides, and a vegetable garden, and a kitchen, and all these other middle-class petty bougie niceties, the Graves mom says, “sorry, we can’t keep helping you,” and. And. I read all this, and I think,

“I understand why Ashley wants to fucking flay these people. I understand why she wants to K1!L them.”

I cannot tell you how much catharsis the ending of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley episode 2 gave me. I cannot convey the weight of my gratitude that someone out there validated my anger and my specific fucked up power fantasy with their art. I didn’t even ask them to. I probably would’ve eventually done it on my own. But I’m so glad that someone did it for me.

If I ever hypothetically meet Nemlei, somehow, and have some cash, I will happily buy them a drink. Hopefully, by paying this excellent game’s ten dollar cover price, I already have!

I know you’re not watching this, but on the off chance this reaches your ears, I just wanna say thanks. For giving me a safe, legal, regret-free, socially acceptable, non-violent outlet for the rage I feel towards my parents.

Well.

Mostly socially acceptable.

Meow.

This game is not finished, as you may have noticed if you’ve gone to check it out on Steam. It ends on an ambiguous and open note, but in my opinion, a perfectly satisfying one. Nemlei could disappear absolutely, never release the proper ending of this game, and never make another game again, and I would not be mad. I've already got more than my money’s worth and then some. So. Yeah. I’m happy. Count me as happy!

I kinda wanna start talking a bit more about the branches of the second episode. I wanna say how it’s a brilliant idea to have two separate story arcs for the two variations of this episode’s ending, and how I hope that that’s executed on as beautifully as the rest of the game already is. I wanna talk about the ways in which Andrew and Ashley’s mom is ambiguously humanized despite being so obviously terrible. I wanna talk about the dialogue Andrew does when his parents offer him a chance to make amends, and he has doubts, if you choose to let him have them, and how I would probably also have doubts in his position, and not be able to follow through without my lovely evil cannibal sister pushing me towards… the thing. I wanna talk about this line, where Ashley talks about why she likes eating people, and how it’s so equal parts poetic and macabre and edgy bullshit and that that’s such a beautifully balanced cocktail of emotion to nail and Nemlei totally fucking nails it

I WANT TO GUSH FOREVER. ABOUT THIS GAME. AND I WANT NO ONE TO STOP ME.

Alas, I will stop myself.

And move on to the elephant in the room!

THE FUCKING.

Mom: “But that-.... That doesn’t make any sense.” Mom: “Why would you not-......” Mom: “Ah, I get it.” Andrew: “..........??” Mom: “You fuck her.” Andrew: “Wha— HUUUUH?!?!!?” Mom: “Oh that is disgusting! Andrew, she’s your sister for god’s sake!” Andrew: “I haven’t done anything!? What the hell, mom!?” Mom: “Then what does she give you that makes it worth all this?” Andrew: “W-well that’s none of your business, is it??” Mom: “I knew something was off… How did I fuck up so bad? I’m the worst mother ever..!” Andrew: “No! I mean yes you are, but I have never—!” Ashley: “I’m baaaa-ack!!!” Andrew: “Now of all times!?” Ashley: “I got the money! Did you miss me, handsome?? Did you? Did you??” Mom: “...........................” Andrew: “(I WANT TO DIE!!!!!!)”

Okay. So. I said I didn’t want to talk about this. But I’m talking about this game. I can’t not talk about it.

Yep, it’s hot takes and drama time!

So, not too long ago, Nemlei deleted their Twitter, their Itch.io, their everything, their entire online presence. The Steam page for The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, which used to list Nemlei as the developer and publisher, now lists “Kit9 Studio.” It is the only game to their name on the platform. A community forum post from said entity known as Kit9 announces that “the developer” (no name given) “has decided to permanently and completely terminate their activities online from here on.”

I don’t know exactly what happened, or why they did this. There’s a lot of people around who sure think they know. But in brief, as neutrally as possible: Nemlei, or someone close to them, was doxxed, or at least sought out as a doxxing target, by one or multiple users of an online forum. Their supposed crime? Making a video game “for degenerates.”

I don’t know who did the doxxing. I don’t know what their motive was, and for my own sanity, I am not going to look. I am choosing not to care. The most important and most obvious fact at hand here is that Nemlei’s creation has been met with controversy amongst social media users, and about one or two hack video game outrage journalists, who seem to have nothing better to do or say. And it seems clear that the doxxing wouldn’t have happened had they not been met with this negative attention. And all because of this.

Not the cannibalism, not the parricide, not the demon sacrifices. No, um, the one implied sex scene.

And it doesn’t even actually happen! It’s just a premonition of a possible future event that Ashley and Andrew supernaturally receive. It’s not particularly graphic, it doesn’t yet go anywhere, and it’s a short scene on an optional route that the game actively forewarns you about. You have to be trying to see it on purpose.

Well, that’s all true. It is indeed a minor and avoidable scene, and the discourse about it has absolutely poisoned the well when it comes to the conversation about the game. But also, “uhh, it’s optional and not a big thing,” is inadequate as a defense. This is still content in the game that Nemlei actively chose to put in the game, and even discounting this, the themes of incest are all over the game. Ashley speaks flirtatiously to Andrew at basically every turn. Even if you avoid this specific scene, the incest themes are not something you’re going to just not notice, if you’re paying attention to the text.

All that being said, it’s not like this content comes as a surprise. The Coffin of Andy and Leyley’s Steam store page accurately represents the product! A brother and sister. Codependency and cannibalism. It’s not as if you don’t know what you’re paying for and choosing to play. You came here for this! Most of the people playing this are here for this! You have to figure that if they are fine with killing and eating people, they’re probably fine with fucking each other, or, eventually possibly eventually going to be, at least.

So you’d think, except that many people seem to unironically believe that the cannibalism is more moral than the incest.

Oh, god, I’m doing this right now, aren’t I.

So, I get it. While I’m pretty skeptical of the notion that cannibalism is not as bad as incest, I do realize that incest is, at the very least, the more taboo of these things, and that a lot of people are more uncomfortable with it than they are with the cannibalism and the murder. To quote the one positive and in-depth review available in any media outlet at the time of this writing, from Destructoid:

“This aspect is undoubtedly the most controversial element about The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, and I understand why. While cannibalism is a taboo subject, it’s present in mainstream games like Fallout as an option for players. Having incestuous themes crosses over into Drakengard territory, and even then, no option allows Caim to reciprocate Furiae’s feelings for him.”

"The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is horrifying and I can’t get enough of it" Andrea Gonzalez, Destructoid, November 12 2023

So, yeah, I. y’know. Get it. I know why. However.

I can point to a lot of things that Andrew and Ashley do wrong in this game. They are, as per the game’s premise, very not okay, not as individuals, and not together. Andrew is way too attached to Ashley, and Ashley is generally an awful person who is way too attached herself, and also, all too quick on the draw to take advantage of Andrew’s attachment to her to make him do what she wants. This is not a healthy relationship. And we’re here for it! It’s compelling!

But, I think it’s worth asking why it’s such a toxic dynamic. Is it because they’re siblings? Well, not really. It’s a dynamic that’s specifically possible with them being siblings, but it’s not because of their sibling connection.

The actual reason why Andrew and Ashley’s relationship turns abusive isn’t because their relationship is abusive by necessity or nature, but because Ashley abuses their relationship. And she is doing this for basically the whole game. Like, it is abusive the whole time. It doesn’t become abusive when their relationship takes its romantic turn. Does it become more abusive? I mean. Maybe. Maybe the romance exacerbates the abuse. I dunno, we’ll have to wait and see what the next episode says.

So, then, why is the notion of them possibly in the future having sex the elephant in the room here, when before that, they do so many objectively worse things that cause much more harm both to themselves and others? Is that really so much more of a bigger deal than the murder and the people eating?

Or. To phrase it Ashley’s way. You played a game about mutilating and eating your parents’ corpses, and getting laid is what you’re freaking out about?

Is the incest really that much more extreme, or are you just more disgusted with it?

And even if you are more disgusted with it. Even if we grant that it is, actually, somehow, more harmful for siblings to have sex with each other, than to do murder and cannibalism. Is this the hill you’re dying on? What you’ve decided is of such utmost importance and injustice that you decide to go harass some random indie dev who just wants to make a silly video game about a couple of siblings eating people?

Does it truly make sense to let your kneejerk moral disgust guide you to the conclusion that the creator of this game deserves to be persecuted for merely writing about and drawing a thing you don’t like?

Well, to answer that, we have to get into the question of whether or not “immoral fiction” is harmful, or “normalizing” things that are wrong. Does fictionally depicting an immoral action actually cause harm?

I could dance around in circles for a little while about the edge cases, and certain writers who are publishing bad or hateful material in bad faith, or fascist propaganda, which is of course always bad, or whatever other example I could use to qualify my point or list out an exception to appease the people who disagree with me, but, I’ll just cut right to the chase, and tell you the answer

No!

The answer is NO!

The thing about taboos is that they don’t make us more safe. They don’t protect us from bad things. All they do is protect people’s comfort by silencing people they don’t want to understand, and enable bad actors by keeping their victims in the dark, and denying them the ability to talk about it.

The only thing we end up doing by censoring stories about these uncomfortable topics, and making it socially unacceptable to talk about them, is make it harder to know. We deny ourselves knowledge. We deny ourselves a conversation about these subjects, we deny ourselves the ability to meaningfully understand them. We deny ourselves power, what little we have, as readers, to understand, and to critique, to reason.

There’s a tumblr post I really like. Well, a number of them, I really like, on this topic, but I’m picking this one, because it’s got a quote I really like. It talks about Lolita. That Lolita. And, now, I’ve never read Lolita, at least not yet. Lolita is a novel about child sexual abuse, told from the perspective of an abuser. It’s an uncomfortable book with an uncomfortable topic, and it’s not wrong to be uncomfortable with it. The author of this post acknowledges that.

But they talk about it. They talk about how it shines a light on its subject matter. The why and the how of abusers and their actions. The ways in which their victims suffer. How it shows all of this in a way that it only could from the perspective it takes. And, I’m just going to quote them. I can’t do anything else. They said it better than I could, right now.

“Embrace disgusting fiction and then fucking talk about why it’s nasty. Now YOU have the power over reality.” - tumblr user legsdemandias

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley has been ridiculed, joked about, hot taked on, made a target, drama-ed over, and so on, but it’s hardly been criticized. No one I’ve seen admitting to not liking it talks critically about why it’s disgusting to them, or tries to understand why it exists, or what it’s for. And this is most people’s reaction to most media that deals seriously with anything taboo. “I don’t get it. I don’t like it. It shouldn’t exist. Get it away from me.”

I’m annoyed that the medium, the art form, of video games, is valued so little by so many that this is the wide reaction when something like this gets popular. That the mainstream games journalism media ridicules it, and the creator gets threatened by an internet mob, and it falls on the weirdos and the freaks and the no-name YouTube uwu girls, to give it the serious consideration and recognition it deserves.

To summarize, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is, in my opinion, a very good video game, and on its behalf, I am mad at video games.

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fortheloveofbuddie · 4 months

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High school sweethearts?

Hi Ashley! Long time no see, so glad that you’re back 💗

I made a moodboard and an introduction to the story here but I’m posting a snippet as well 👀

Buck’s eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face or rather - one particular familiar face - at his high school reunion. Life hadn’t been so easy for him back then but now when he had become a public figure, people that he had never spoken to, took a sudden interest in him. But there was only one face that he truly longed to see.

And that’s when he saw him. Eddie Diaz, the man that he had loved since he was 16. And hadn’t seen since he was 19. That was over a decade ago now.

The brown eyed man bore clear signs of aging, small lines starting to form around the corners of his eyes. Yet he hadn’t seem to have changed at all - a big, bright smile plastered on his face as he greeted old classmates and friends.

Buck discreetly slipped his fingers under his shirt, fingers seeking the silver chain that held the promise ring that Eddie gave him back in high school. It rested against his skin, concealed from view but stayed a constant reminder of the chapter of his life that had meant everything. Eddie had been his whole world for years.

Hesitant yet excited, he approached Eddie on unsteady feet and as soon as Eddie’s eyes turned to him, a wave of nostalgia washed over him, setting back time instantly.

“Eddie, is that really you?” He chuckled like he could ever forget the face of a man that he had loved for almost half of his life. Eddie turned to face him and somehow the world seemed to stop spinning, memories of shared laughter and secret glances clear as the summer sky.

“Buck?” Eddie’s voice held a hint of disbelief. The stark blue eyed man in front of him had aged amazingly, standing like the masterpiece that he was in front of him.

It took another moment for the two of them to share an embrace and a laugh of nervousness escaped Buck’s mouth.

“Wow you look-…”

“Older? Taller? More rugged?” Buck joked, unable to take the situation seriously. As much as he had longed to see Eddie again, it stung. Years had passed, years that Eddie promised that they would spend together and then never did.

“I was going to say good but sure, yeah, that too” Eddie returned the laugh, still able to read Buck’s voice and body language like an open book.

A bit painstakingly awkward, the two of them started to catch up and for a moment, everything seemed to be exactly like it was back then.

The love was never lost, it just wasn’t their time.

Until Eddie raised his hand to comb through his hair - something he did when he was feeling out of place - that Buck saw the wedding ring on Eddie’s finger.

“Married, huh?” He questioned, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips.

Eddie's expression shifted, a mix of emotions crossing his face. "Yeah, I met someone after college. Her name's Shannon, and we have a son called Christopher”

Buck nodded, trying to mask the disappointment that he felt. “That’s great, Eddie. I’m happy for you. Glad to see that you’re doing well” Buck’s words were laced with something that resembled a mix of sarcasm and sadness.

Just as the conversation settled into a slightly awkward silence, a woman approached, wrapping her arm around Eddie's waist. "Eddie, who's this?" she asked, glancing at Buck with a careful smile.

Eddie introduced them, "Shannon, this is Evan. He’s an old friend”

They were never just friends.

Ask me about my wips 💗

Using this as my Tease Tidbit Tuesday cause ya girl is a mess because of exams 😐

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#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 on abc #caro gets an ask #buddie wip #tease tidbit tuesday #working title is ‘echoes of our hearts’#fortheloveofbuddie writes

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possessionisamyth · 9 months

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can’t read even 1/4 of the het ships in this tag because people put all the women into such tradwife roles it makes me want to vomit, so here are my headcanons when it comes to cooking abilities

Jill Valentine- Military rationing because it’s less time consuming. She cooks once and makes enough food to eat on for two weeks. She will eat that soup/beans&rice/chili for every other meal until she runs out. All her recipes are “throw everything in a pot and let it simmer overnight” style. Anything that has her sauteing, baking, or frying will get burned since she gets distracted doing other more important stuff.

Rebecca Chambers- Does not cook. Can not cook. Has not figured out how to cook. Take-out Queen. She can find a good restaurant or cafe in any area and this skill was honed on purpose. Hates long wait times for food though, so if she can she’ll send someone else to get her food/drinks.

Claire Redfield- Cooking level is tolerable as in she can follow easy recipes when there’s a video to watch, but may get an ingredient or measurement wrong and wonder why the dish tastes off. Anything more complicated than meatloaf or country fried steak is her nemesis.

Ada Wong- Fucking hates cooking. Can cook something decent with the littlest variety of ingredients, but hates it so much. She hates the mess during prep time, the mess during cooking, and the clean up afterwards. Hires a personal chef where she can or goes out to eat. (Before anyone disagrees saying she doesn’t trust strangers this much, consider she has a lot of money from her jobs and most people do not actually know who the fuck she is.)

Sherry Birkin- Substitution Queen. Loves to cook, and loves to experiment with food even more. If she starts cooking and finds she’s missing an ingredient, she’ll look at other recipes to see if she can replace it with something else. Will finish eating her food experiments or new recipe attempts even if they’re a little bland while constructing ideas on how to make it better next time.

Ashley Graham- Cooks college student food even into adulthood. Lactose intolerant but ignores it. Her mom couldn’t cook, and no longer having a personal chef left her in the wild to figure things out. She will put together any strange combination of food for the taste and calories. She mixes cereals together. She mixes plain yogurt into her ramen. She will lovingly add a slice of cheese on top of the most white looking piece of baked chicken before adding hot sauce and sandwiching it between 9-grain wheat bread for the sake of getting some kind of fiber in her body.

Ingrid Hunnigan- The planner. She can follow almost any recipe without too much difficulty, and always makes sure she has all the ingredients before she starts. She cannot improv or substitute ingredients to save her life.

Sheva Alomar- Teaches herself how to cook a new recipe or better a current recipe when she has the time. Has 5 go-to recipes she’s mastered which everyone loves, but no consistent recipe book. Will default to military rationing where she’ll make a big pot of something and eat on it for a few days until she gets bored of it and goes out to eat. Forgets about ingredients she purchased and only used a little of, and they go bad making her feel guilty.

Helena Harper- Frozen meals or box meals where she adds a “secret ingredient” into whatever she cooks. The secret ingredient is always cayenne pepper or bouillon powder.

Mia Winters- Can cook only the most white american food possible, but thankfully is not afraid of spices or spicy food. Hamburgers, steak, casseroles, tuna salad, and so on, she can manage pretty well. Any “foreign” food is lost on her. The first time Ethan brought home an avocado with plans to make guacamole, he caught her using a potato peeler on it.

Let me know if you’d like a similar list with the men of RE.

#resident evil #re #headcanons #might make that list of the men anyway #jill vallentine #rebecca chambers #claire redfield #ada wong #sherry birkin #sheva alomar #ingrid hunnigan #ashley graham #helena harper #mia winters

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alessiathepirate · 4 months

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December 23

Prompt: Faking a relationship for a Christmas Ball.

Resident Evil: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

•••

Leon was a great dancer - not like she expected anything less.

The man was good at everything. Almost everything. He could fight, dance, drive and stay calm in stressful situations, but he couldn't cook at all. She would never forget that one time during which he had tried to make pancakes for her on her birthday.

She looked over his shoulder as they gently and slowly danced around the large hall in between other pairs, her eyes scanning the room. No sign of their target. Her eyes met Leon's again and she shook her head - no, she's not here yet.

Then, as if in romantic affection, she leaned toward him, her face almost touching his neck as she whispered: "We might as well just stay in the middle. We can see everything from there."

Leon seemed shaken for a bit. His expression lost its seriousness as he swallowed. He stepped into the wrong direction and they almost fell over, but he saved the move just in time as he spun her and dipped her, acting like that was his plan all along.

She heard the women - all of those dolled up, born rich women - sigh deeply, as if they wanted the very same thing she had with Leon. Passion and trust.

And lying on his arm in that dip, looking deeply into his eyes made her finally see - Leon made a mistake because of her presence and she couldn't move because of his. They had that power over the other no matter how perfectly they fought together - they made the other weak.

"Then let's stay here, no?"

His arm pushed her up again and they were moving along just like they were doing so not so long ago.

"Yeah, let's."

She continued to look around over Leon's shoulder as they spinned around the middle of the hall, her high heels making a loud sound as she moved her legs to Leon's leading and to the beat of the Christmas music.

"Do you think she'll be here?" she whispered, this time not daring to lean so close to him.

He heard her regardless.

"It's her party. She must turn up."

"Well, it's a pretty messed up one if you ask me."

It was. The woman, whom they didn't yet know by name, chose to give away the upgraded version of the Las Plagas, disguising the business as a Christmas Ball. She had style, they gave her that.

"At least we're having a good time." Leon wanted to look her in the eyes. She felt him search for her gaze and when they met she felt unsure of herself again. Too close - or not close enough. She couldn't tell which was the issue. "Don't we?"

Did she hear hope in his voice? She really wanted it to be hope.

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Forge most definitely do." she tried to joke with their fake names for the night.

"But do you?"

Leon did care. She looked around quickly - the woman wasn't anywhere to be seen - and then her eyes were on Leon again.

"I am having a good time too, yes." she answered with a small smile. "Even if I hate this dress."

"Why? I think it looks great on you."

Her cheeks turned pink. She couldn't hide it at all, but luckily he didn't point it out.

"I borrowed it from Ashley and it's not exactly my size." she explained, remembering how happy Ashley was to help her. "And thanks to the dress code, I feel like an overdressed, walking Christmas tree."

Leon laughed. And after a while she did too.

And for that short period of time, in the middle of the dance floor, she forgot where they were. She didn't think of the people around them. She didn't think of the mission. For that time it was only the two of them - like it always was.

Her hand touched his shoulder more firmly, bravely and his grip on her waist tightened too.

This time around, it was Leon who leaned close to her face. She felt his breath on her skin and she thought: 'We've never been this close'.

"I think you're beautiful in it. Besides, you look great in everything."

That was the first time that instinct came. It climbed through her stomach and throat. Her chest felt tight. She wanted to kiss him. Kiss him like she hadn't kissed anyone before.

Perhaps he wanted that too. He seemed like he did.

They didn't have time to think more about it. She saw the blood red dress from the corner of her eye and she firmly grabbed onto Leon's shoulder as she pushed him back a bit too roughly.

"About ten meters to your right..."

Leon turned too and the beauty of the last few seconds disappeared. They found their target. They had to catch her.

Leon gently spinned her around one last time and let her elegantly grab onto his left arm.

"How about we go and wish her a merry Christmas?"

#resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon kennedy x fem!reader #alessiathepirate's christmas special

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fordchen · 2 months

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You deserve someone worth the effort

Prompt: Tim and Ashley broke up after his spinal surgery yet Chris and Lucy are still dating. 5x08 where Chris is looking for houses and Tim decides it’s time to have a conversation with his colleague… Please feel free to leave some feedback! you can also send me ideas :)

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Today seemed like another day at the station. Tim arrived early as usual and got into his uniform, preparing himself for yet another busy day in Los Angeles. He met with Sergeant Grey for their daily briefing before heading to the roll call room to brief the other patrol officers. Everything is normal until now.

Well… that’s what he thought until he walked to the shop and met a rather distant Lucy. She seemed far away, lost in her thoughts which made him a bit suspicious. It caused him to now overthink too about the reason for Lucy's spiral. He walked closer to her and cleared his throat to signal his presence, seeing her snap out of her thoughts immediately.

“Ready to roll?” He asked after seeing that she had set the shop for them, watching her give him a small nod.

They both got into the car and began their patrol, doing some small talk before Lucy’s phone rang. Chris was FaceTiming her to show her a house for sale. He could not help but feel confusion as he heard the two talk. They both seemed on two very different pages. On one hand, Chris seemed excited about visiting potential houses to buy, and on the other, Lucy seemed much more reserved about the whole thing. Once they hung up, Tim glanced quickly over at Lucy, unable to shake away his confusion. “Are you and Chris moving together?” He asked after a few seconds of silence, feeling his heart tighten in his chest.

“No, uh… It’s not…” Lucy mumbled, unable to get her words together. “Yet, he seems to think you are.” Tim said, almost cutting her off. He quickly looked over at her again, noticing how tense Lucy looked. That sight caused his heart to break a little. He hated to see Lucy upset. “Yeah, I mean, he kinda sprang it on me this morning…” Lucy added, playing with her fingers as an attempt to control the anxiety she felt in the moment. Tim nodded and after some silence, he let out a sigh. “You two are happy right? Those are the obvious next steps for you.” He asked but before Lucy could answer, they received a call about a few bombs placed around people’s necks and immediately went to deal with the situation. Tim realized they needed to have a conversation about her and Chris’ relationship but knew that now was not the moment. They had to focus on their jobs.

—

They controlled the situation along with other officers and were now headed back to the station. It felt rather tense in the car as they silently sat together in the shop until Lucy’s phone rang again. Chris called to check on Lucy as well as to let her know about a property he had heard off. Sensing Lucy’s discomfort, he intervened in order for her to get off the phone, receiving a kind smile from her as a thank you. “Lucy, look, if you don’t want to move, just tell Chris that.” Tim broke the silence between them, sensing that Lucy needed some help processing everything happening. “That's... The question is, why don't I want to move in? I don't get what the problem is. I mean, Chris is great. We're great together. We never fight.” Lucy said as she looked out the window, trying to clear her mind and put her thoughts all together. Tim found a place to park and stopped the car, looking over at Lucy. She looked surprised at his action but he knew that they both needed that conversation in the moment.

“Lucy, maybe that’s the problem. But do you guys not fight because you don’t disagree on things or because you don’t think it’s worth the bother?” Tim asked and Lucy felt speechless, unable to answer his question in the moment — something that actually answered it perfectly. “Lucy, you deserve someone that’s worth the effort.” He added, a soft smile forming on his face. He meant every word. Lucy had been through hell and back ever since she became a police officer and he needed her to realize her worth. Lucy nodded at his words but stayed silent, trying to collect herself. But deep down, she knew that she had made her decision. She was scared. Of course she was. A relationship with Tim meant taking a risk that could change her life forever — for better or for worse depending on the outcome. Yet, he was worth the risk.

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The next morning, Lucy found Tim in the Watch Commander’s office. He was replacing Sergeant Grey who was on vacation in New York with his wife to visit their daughter. She knocked on the door softly before walking in, still wearing her casual clothes as she was early for her shift. “Lucy?” Tim asked as he looked up at her, gesturing at her to close the door behind herself. He stood up and smiled at her, glad that the station was still empty at this hour.

Lucy walked closer to him and took a deep breath. “You were right yesterday about Chris and I. I was too scared to admit that we weren’t working out and felt guilty about what Rosalind did to him.” She began, looking up into Tim’s blue eyes, giving him a soft smile. “I broke up with him last night. You helped me realize that I needed better than Chris, someone who treats me right and makes me feel like the most important person on Earth.” Tim searched Lucy’s face as she spoke, feeling speechless. He could feel tension between the two, like electricity. He wanted to kiss her but knew that it wasn’t the right time. Before Lucy could add anything else, he smiled a bit wider. “Lucy, would you like to go get dinner tonight with me?” He asked.

“Yes, Tim, I do.” Lucy answered and let out a giggle, feeling like a teenager all over again. She glanced out of the office’s windows to make sure no one was watching before she kissed Tim’s cheek. “I guess I’ll see you tonight in the parking lot.” She said before walking out, leaving a blushing Tim behind. —

Years later, at their wedding, she would conclude her vows by saying: “Tim Bradford, you are worth the effort.”

#chenford story #the rookie #chenford #chen x bradford #lucy x tim #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie abc #the rookie fic #chenford fic #tucy #tim x lucy

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centralperkchenford · 5 months

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Okay before I tell you my prompt idea I must compliment the Christmas icon! So cute!!!!

Now for the prompt:

Post 5x22 or 6x01 spec + tim watching Lucy sleep and thinking about how much he loves her and then in the morning he tells her because they haven’t caught the bad guys yet and they almost died already so why waste time. Right bestie? 🥹

Can’t wait for the new season! Cause I just know you’re gonna come up with some amazing fics to go with it

Ahhh thank you! A lovely follower from Twitter made it! ❤️💚.

I hope you like this!! And you are so sweet! I need Feb 20th to be here like yesterday 😩😭

This love is good

Tim is tired, he’s exhausted from the day events and he’s relieved that he’s in bed with Lucy relatively unharmed. He’s sore and he has a few bruises as does Lucy but he’s okay and she’s okay and that’s all that matters.

He rolls over in bed and studies Lucy, she had fallen asleep awhile ago after being snuggled up to Tim. They hadn’t said much and that was okay because sometimes the silence says everything. He reaches over and brushes her hair out of her face, not wanting to wake her but he just wants to look at her.

He can see the handprint on her throat and he feels a rush of anger rise up in him at the man who had so viciously attacked her. He thought about the desperation he felt and the need to get to her. But he had to eliminate the threat first and then go to her. He runs his finger lightly across her skin, and smiles at how soft it is and the privilege he has of seeing her this way. She is in just his shirt, she had been too tired to get anything else out and he gladly gave it to her. He loved when she wore his clothes. Her hair was sprawled on the pillow like a halo and she was on her side. He watches as her chest rose and fell with every breath she took.

He almost lost her today, she almost lost him today. The thought of being with Lucy made him sick to his stomach. It was something he never wanted to think about because a life without Lucy Chen was a life he didn’t want to live.

He reaches out once more and drags his fingers across her arm lightly. And it just hits him, he loves her.

He’s in love with her. That realization sends a tingle up his spine that has him smiling softly. He knows if Lucy were awake, she would tease him for the dopey look on his face all of a sudden. He’s shocked that he didn’t realize this before.

But he loves her with everything he has in him.

It’s not like he hasn’t been in love before, Isabel for one. He loved her once upon a time and he really thought she was his ever after. He thought he would always be with her. But things don’t always work out and he realized that’s okay.

He could have loved Rachel, she was sweet and he really did like her. And Ashley, after awhile he couldn’t see a future with her but he could have loved her too.

But Lucy?

He knew from the time that they started dating that this was it for him, she was it for him. He wanted everything with her.

He hopes she knows that, he hopes she knows how much he wants her. He tries to show her everyday in everything he does and says, he shows her when they are tangled up in the sheets together.

But neither of them have said those three little words. And it’s a shame because he knows once he says them he will never be able to stop.

Lucy moves a little in her sleep, but she doesn’t wake. He smiles as he continues to watch her despite his own eyes growing heavy.

He loves her, and something had happened today. If she had gone to the building alone or he hadn’t gotten the man off of her in time. He never would have been able to tell her. He scoots closer to her and gives her a soft kiss on the cheek. And then loops his arm around her front. She moves a little and her hand is now on top of his and her legs are tangled with his. Even in her sleep, she knows where he is and wants to be close.

He kisses her again, this time on the back of the head and then closes his eyes. He would tell her he loves her in the morning. He didn’t want to waste another second of keeping that inside of him. He needs her to know.

His eyes slowly close and he falls asleep with the knowledge that he’s holding the woman he loves.

***

The next morning, Tim wakes up still tangled up with Lucy. He smiles as he leans over and kisses her cheek and then moves his lips down her body. He looks up when he feels her fingers in his hair. She’s looking at him through half lidded eyes and it looks like she’s still half asleep.

“Hi.” She mutters as he pushes her (his) shirt up and kisses her stomach.

“Good morning.” He says into her soft skin. God he loves her so much. “I have something to tell you.”

She takes her fingers through his hair, and looks at him curiously. He rests his chin on her stomach. “What’s that?”

“I love you.” He says. Her eyes widen and there’s a long pause before she’s pulling him up to her. He settles between her legs as she rests her forehead against his. She smiles and takes a deep breath.

“I love you too.” She whispers. Tim reaches out to run his finger across her cheek to stop the tears from falling.

“Yeah?” He asks.

Lucy huffs out a laugh and nods, she pulls his face to hers. “Yeah I do.” And he thinks back to when he asked her out and she said those words and he felt giddy because he thought he would never have a chance with her. He thought of how he felt and the excitement for the future. He has that feeling again, except this time it’s so much better because he just knows even with the bad guys still out there. Even with Aaron’s life hanging in the balance, he knows their future is bright and they can get through anything.

Together.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered #lucy x tim

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years

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hi love! not sure if you’re still doing blurbs, totally ok if you aren’t. but i loved your drunk austin one so what about a drunk reader 😭😭 SPECIFICALLY a drunk reader after ashley tisdale’s bachelorette party. just imagine austin having to pick her up from the party and walking in on all the drunk girls LMAO

little miss alcoholic - austin butler

note ; hi yes i am still writing blurbs!! the way i flew to write this. no because you know austin would be literally so okay with you enjoying a night out with the girls and he loves when you get drunk because you’re all over him and i just- skdkdkddk

warnings ; suggestive language, intoxication

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

seven drunk girls, two male strippers. it wasn’t a real game, but it might as well have been. because there you sat, in a circle, watching as two men dressed as firefighters stripped off their clothes, and perhaps the rest of their dignity. you, however, were absolutely hammered. the only way to possibly enjoy ashley tisdale’s bachelorette party. nothing against her, of course, but every time you watched a stripper grind against ashley playfully, you wanted your boyfriend, austin, more and more.

so, in your drunken haze, you whipped out your phone. another real game: trying to text your boyfriend when blackout drunk.

to: austin

hi bubz can7 u. come get me

for some unknown reason, you giggled as you pressed send, taking another sip of your vile tequila soda. he adored when you were drunk, because you were always a blubbering mess on how much you loved him. you two had been dating since he moved next door to you at the age of 8, so when he became famous, your friends became his friends and his successes became your successes. ashley had welcomed you with open arms and became one of your confidantes, which led to you sitting in a tiara on that saturday evening.

austin

are you okay? what’s wrong?

his automatic assumption that something was wrong made you giggle hysterically again. if everyone wasn’t engrossed in the male strippers, they probably would have snatched the phone out of your hand by now. plus, you had no regrets on leaving with your boyfriend. you had endured bridezilla ashley for more than 4 hours.

to: austin

noooo i’m fine i just a want a hug. and a kiss. maybe cuddles too if tgats oki

he laughed almost immediately. he knew what stage of drunk you were. he dated you throughout your college years and he had recieved no shortage of intoxicated texts, claiming that he had to drive down to see you right now for his dick. often times, he had driven down. how could he say no to you?

austin

alright baby well if you want me to get you i will okay?

of course, you wanted him to come get you. you actually needed him to come get you because one more look at those firefighters and you were gonna go ballistic. you fired back a simple ‘yes,’ setting your phone down so ashley would be surprised when austin walked through the door. initially, she had invited austin to her bachelorette as well, but he refused to wear a tiara and that wouldn’t work for her.

you looked like a lost puppy, waiting to be collected by its owner. however, you played the role well and continued to egg ashley on as she chugged straight vodka. listen, you were everything but a party pooper. your years in college taught you that much. 20 minutes flew by, and you found yourself rubbing oil against the firefighter’s chest, much to your dismay. everyone could tell you were not enjoying it, your lips pressed together tightly.

suddenly, you felt hands cover your eyes, and you yelped in confusion. sober you would’ve known right away it was austin. drunk you took a little more time. “having fun, baby?” he whispered into your ear.

“another stripper?” one of the girls yelled out almost immediately and your mouth flew open at the assumption.

“no! that’s my boyfriend, excuse you,” you stuck your tongue out at her. “and he’s mine!”

“[y/n], i thought we promised no austin at my bachelorette,” ashley whined, crossing her hands over her chest. yes, you had promised, but after four hours, you deserved to go home and nurse the hangover that would soon make itself apparent.

“well… i am a liar. a bold faced liar,” you shook your head, pretending to act repulsed by your actions. austin chuckled behind you, rubbing your shoulder as you stood up to pack your things. “y’all have fun being single.. tonight, i am having sex with my man.”

ashley and austin both laughed simultaneously as you stumbled to pack up your things. he basically had to hold you up, the world spinning far too much for your liking. you vowed, in that moment, to never drink again. waving goodbye to all the girls, you gripped austin’s hand as he walked you out of ashley’s home.

“you’re such a good boyfriend,” you whispered, rubbing your head against his bicep. he knew he was, but it was always nice to hear you say it. he also loved that when you were drunk, you went off on rambles, as you were about to do. “i really do love you so much, y’know, like you’re soooo hot. so hot. adorable, the cutest munchkin i could have ever-“

“okay, baby,” he cut you off in between, opening the car door and placing you in the passenger seat. you kept mumbling incoherently, something about him not being a cute munchkin when he cuts you off. he could live with that.

he got into the drivers seat, noticing you still talking to yourself. he had to press his lips together to keep himself from losing his mind. “can we get some wine?” you spoke, reaching out to touch his thigh. you were always unbelievably touchy when you were drunk, but he knew better than to take any of your advances seriously.

“absolutely not, little miss alcoholic, but i will take you home and tuck you into bed,” with that, austin drove off into the californian night, not a worry in his mind. your hangover was tomorrow’s problem.

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damp-gravelove · 6 months

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With a regained energy, it’s time to make another post! Under the cut to keep nsfw out of the eyes of those who don’t wanna see it <3

So, I’ve discussed before about Ashley initiating in a way to make Andrew submit, and Andrew letting himself fail in a dominance struggle. But I wonder how Andrew would initiate with submission?

It would certainly be rare, but far from impossible. He tends to want control over the situation at least in the beginning, so for him to willingly approach a sexual encounter submitting is something Ashley really savors.

The signaling tends to be subtle, with Andrew laying his head on Ashley’s lap. While this can sometimes just be how they relax, Ashley can tell when it’s the signal; he’s more tentative, and his adorably blushing face betrays any nonchalance he could be trying to pretend to have.

Ashley might play dumb at first, mostly because as time passes he gets even more obvious, ending up almost squirming on the couch because he just wants to be used already.

Eventually, she makes some excuse — it’s hot, the pants are too tight, whatever might work — to take off her pants and let Andy continue to chill on her lap.

He’s already breathing a little heavier, her soft warm thighs right on his cheek. And if she plays with his hair, he’s practically melting already! <3

After even just a couple minutes, he’s already kissing her thighs, and he’s listening to her breath hitch as his lips slowly make their way to her inner thigh. Her grip is already tightening in his hair.

Ashley spreads her legs just enough for him to maneuver, and Her Andy doesn’t hesitate at what he wants, at what she wants. Before she can even command Andrew, he’s already kissing right over the panties. His hot breath, his soft lips, Ashley is very aware of right where they are.

She’s done with the slow buildup. She doesn’t even take off her panties, she pushes them aside with her free hand and pushes Andrew in by the hair. He whimpers submissively at first, but he quickly indulges, and Ashley isn’t quiet about her own enjoyment.

He always knows just the right spot ~<3

Andrew practically feels lost in the best way possible, his tongue knows where to go, his lips know where she likes to be kissed, he knows where to suck and when, and he can hardly think outside of pleasing and tasting her.

Ashley’s weak facade of being able to hold herself back falters, her legs shivering, pushing Andrew’s face in deeper, gripping his hair like her life depends on it. Because God, his effort can be felt. Nobody else does it like Andrew…

Nobody else… Fuck, Andy does it best, he’s the best…! <3

Both sides catch their breath once she climaxes. Ashley can feel herself shaking, her breath hitching a little as residual waves of pleasure wash over her. Andrew’s breathing still comes from pleasure, though his mannerisms absolutely portray just how little time Ashley gives him for air in the moment.

He doesn’t mind though. Her praise and soft touch afterwards are great rewards. He’s a good boy, a very good one.

Plus, he likes how she tastes, so that’s a great bonus <3

#finally got the energy to write! hopefully this one is still good!#I’ll probably focus on smaller writings for a bit though #I’m not super confident in my portrayal of the act itself but I hope it works!#grub speaks #the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #andrew x ashley #ashley x andrew #ashley graves #andrew graves #gravecest #coffincest

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reiline · 2 years

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A small comic strip with Wrex and Garrus with a reference to the Lord of the Rings. Timeline ME1

Once I came across a meme on Tumblr that Garrus and Wrex are literally Legolas and Gimli placed in space. And I can partly agree with this, their mutual skirmishes are indeed similar in some respects, but only during the events of the first part of the game . .

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In fact, they knew each other even before Shepard’s arrival at the Citadel. Wrex was often detained by C-Sec for a variety of reasons, and that's where he met future Archangel. Wrex's love of teasing every turian and salarian he met could not bypass Garrus too, but unlike other turians, who usually silently endured sarcastic krogan's insults until the last, Garrus always said Wrex back without fear and constraint.

Wrex had already met Garrus's father before when the second one was a young C-Sec officer, and he couldn't help noticing how similar and different the younger and older Vakarian are at the same time. But he definitely liked the younger one much more, because Garrus, unlike his father, was not devoid of a sense of humor and self-irony.

Wrex had never seen Garrus in combat, but the latter's reputation spoke for itself. As a whole, before meeting Shepard, Wrex already had some impression of the turian.

"Youngster, what to take from him so far. He’s obviously green yet, but he'll definitely do some good”

Once on the Normandy, Wrex didn’t even think to stop openly teasing Garrus with or without a reason. As Shepard's constant companions in combat and spending most of their free time in the hold, they were side by side with each other almost all the time.

Wrex also noticed that the turian quickly won over not only him. Shepard regularly went down to the hold to chat with Garrus about a variety of things and, sometimes, stayed there long. Since her childhood, the turians were the most unusual, interesting and at the same time frightening race for her, that she was so eager to learn more about. All the books were studied to the holes, the extranet was rummaged through, and her father, who had already encountered them, was asked all sorts of questions.

During his years at C-Sec, Garrus had dealt with almost all known races, including humans, but he knew little about the latter and mostly negative. And this is not surprising, because after The First Contact War, humans and the turians were hostile to each other, and many people raised their children, cultivating in them hostility to an alien race. Fortunately, this did not affect Shepard, so as Garrus who was always neutral to humans. Her interest in his people was unexpected for him, but he readily answered all her questions time after time. Later, as he got used to the new environment and his new superiors, he dared to ask Shepard questions himself: about humans, about herself, about their mission. The interest was mutual, five-minute conversations eventually turned into half-hour ones, and sometimes they completely lost track of time. Well, Wrex, being nearby, now and then put his two cents.

The only one of Shepard's companions who was clearly unfriendly to Garrus, and to the other aliens on board, was Ashley. While in the hold, she tried to ignore the aliens next to her, but it was impossible not to notice how tense she always was, and how much she was disgusted by all these non-human races. And while she was more or less neutral towards Tali and Liara, given that neither of them often caught her eye, then Garrus and Wrex were much more unlucky. She didn't hesitate to speak disparagingly of them in their presence, talking to Shepard or any of her new friends on board. She didn't answer Garrus' questions about weapons or the mission, and didn't even look up, as if he wasn't even there. They spoke only on missions, exchanging standard phrases in battle. Garrus simply put up with her attitude in his direction, the sneers and hurtful words from her and her cronies, but would never say a word against her. Especially a woman. Especially a woman of another race. With Wrex, by the way, Ashley did’t dare to treat like that, and therefore the turian was the only easy target for her. Wrex had long taken his behavior for softness, and generally admired his endurance, so he often stood up for Garrus if he was around. By the way, after one incident on board, Ashley changed her anger to mercy, and the open taunting from her side stopped.

- If I were you, I'd bite their heads off a long time ago. What are you, lad, pissing in front of some pyjaks?

- I just don't want to cause conflicts on an alien ship, Wrex.

Wrex could have died on Virmire. Infuriated by Shepard's decision to destroy Saren's krogan-growing laboratories, he nearly shot her. The situation was extremely tense. All the companions, including Garrus and the salarians, were on alert, waiting for any signal from Shepard to eliminate the problem in the form of an enraged krogan. But there was no signal. During the entire flight, Shepard got to know Wrex enough to understand that the information about a possible cure for the genophage simply clouded his mind. Convinced that this was definitely not the future he would have wished for his people, Wrex came around and lowered his gun.

When he returned to the Normandy, he went to Garrus first, who, somehow in his own sad way, kept glancing at the empty space next to the armory.

- Would you really shoot me?

- You pointed a gun at Shepard, Wrex, I'd have to. But the Normandy would definitely be more boring without you.

- Huh, well, if so, then I forgive you.

Much later, after getting valuable information from Vigil on Ilos, passing through the Conduit and ending up on the Citadel, the team splited up, and Shepard with Garrus and Wrex went to the Citadel Tower on foot to finally deal with Saren and put an end to this story. But that was just the beginning.

Wrex did not know then how much the young turian would mean to him in the future, how much he and Shepard would do for him and the entire krogan race, and how much, for the first time in his life, he would regret that the krogan lived so long and the turians and humans so unforgivably little. Their relationship wasn't always smooth at first. Old grievances of the past years kept popping up in conversations. But they found common ground rather quickly, and during the time they spent together, they were able to understand themselves and each other better.

And yes, getting back to the subject of the post, the relationship of Garrus and Wrex really somewhat resembles the relationship of Legolas and Gimli from The LotR, but only at the beginning of the journey, when their friendship was just starting, dark times were still ahead, and their jokes were above the belt :D . .

I almost died while translating this text from my native language into English, but I made it

Many of my future posts will be plot and informative, and I will try to write it in such a way that it will be interesting for you to read it and delve into my headcanons ♥ . .

Music theme: 🎶 Normandie - Dead

#mass effect #wrex #urdnot wrex #garrus vakarian #fanart #bioware #game art #video games #sketch

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sapphire-weapon · 9 months

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I think people tend to ignore Leon fucking up (like with Shen May), because they have the mindset of "oh no, that's my favourite character! So he can't do anything wrong or have any flaws!" It's such a limiting way to think. I mean, I really like Leon too, but I'll openly say that he often gives me the fucking ick, lmao. The Shen May scene had me recoiling. Man's a stereotype of "that creepy guy at the bar" and he exudes that a LOT. I'm glad he was turned down. Even the characters we love need to be humbled when they're full of shit, because it's realistic and interesting. It's okay to think outside of the caveman "he good! no bad!"

Also, tacking on, because despite it being a different topic, I may as well stick to a singular ask. Jilleon is such a weird concept to me, lmao. I think for the most part it's treated pretty lightheartedly, but I'm confused because I couldn't really identify where it came from, other than that they're both attractive. I love Jill, but I don't see her reciprocating any attraction. Like, remotely. They get along fine, but I can't even see a close friendship. Maybe I'm biased though, cause I love her and as much as I enjoy Leon, dear god above he doesn't need another love interest. Also Capcom please just grow your balls and properly address Valenfield. We all know they're either a couple or have been pining for several decades.

I'm not gonna lie, if OG Leon asked me out, I'd have told him I had a boyfriend, too. Or maybe just even told him I wasn't interested in men all together. His approach is so... old-fashioned in a bad way. It's evidence that his development was arrested in 1998; he hasn't matured past that point, so he thinks that it's still a thing to just go up to a cute girl and ask for her number right after getting her name.

So like. I'm not surprised that it's pretty much exclusively early 20s and younger ppl who don't think he's trying to ask her on an actual date, because no one does that shit anymore. That was already out of fashion by the time I was in high school, even, and I entered high school in 2003.

But for any tiny childrens who are reading this: yes this is literally how relationships would start in the 80s and 90s. Out of nowhere and on a whim between complete strangers and just hoping it works.

Re: jilleon

Prior to Death Island, I would have agreed with you. 100% I didn't understand what the basis for it was, and I didn't think she'd be interested in him at all.

Then I watched Death Island. And I'm 85% sure that they've already slept together LMAO Chris dropped the ball between RE5 and DI, and Leon just kind of slid in there and took his shot and actually seems to have made it???

If I'm not mistaken, Jill is the only person other than Remake Ashley in the entire series who actually laughs at Leon's jokes. And she actually gets him to laugh out loud in return -- which is almost unheard of for him.

They just seem very comfortable around each other in general. Jill seems more at ease in his presence than she's been in Chris's since... Lost in Nightmares? And Leon is definitely more comfortable being with her than he is being with Ada or Claire. Like, Jill seems as comfy as a presence for Leon as Chris and Ashley are.

I just really like their dynamic in general. I don't think of them as romantic, but I see them as very, very good friends who just fuck every once in a while.

Like, Chris is still Leon's best friend, but their relationship is a lot more intense. But Jill is the person that Leon first thinks to call when he needs to nerd out about movies or to just bullshit in general. And then every so often, a text message conversation happens like:

"Gonna be in DC for a weekend for BSAA shit. Pick me up from the airport?"

"Sure. What hotel?"

"Staying with a friend actually idk if you know him. Leon Kennedy? In the DSO. Brown hair, blue eyes, giant cock?"

"Never heard of him. Sounds like he's in for a fun weekend though."

#resident evil #leon kennedy #jill valentine #jilleon

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dreamerdoesthewritething · 1 year

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[Part 9 incoming. I really should name this thing, other than always referring to it as the AFAB Bestie x Leon fic series. I just don't know what to name it lmao. Also the whole Friends With Benefits suggestion came outta nowhere. This thing has a life of its own, I swear! Contains spoilers for RE4R]

[Post with links to previous parts]

Leon treated you to dinner that night. Nothing fancy, but not simple fast food, either. A little dine-in experience, which was a nice change of pace from what the two of you usually had when you were together. Him paying was also different. The waitress did try to give him free dessert once she realized you weren't his girlfriend, but Leon immediately passed it over to you, much to her chagrin. She tried to slip him her number on a napkin, too, only to stare in shock as he tore it up in front of her and tossed it in the trash. He didn't even apologize. In fact, he reported her to her supervisor for making him uncomfortable. You almost felt bad for the poor waitress as Leon took you away from the restaurant at the same moment her boss started chewing her out. Almost.

Don't disrespect his friend by ignoring her or you'll find out his civility only goes so far.

It's a nice night out. Leon suggests going for that "goddamn walk" you mentioned earlier while finally opening up to him. You're grateful the streetlights aren't bright enough to give away how red you become from being reminded of that. There's a park of decent size not too far from the diner and your home, with a large pond that has a nice stone bridge that crosses over it. You've been to it many times in your life. Tonight feels different, though. There's something about it ...You just can't put your finger on it.

You walk by Leon's side, hands in the pockets of your jacket. Leon mirrors you. You notice he's not wearing his favorite jacket, the one your parents sent him for a birthday gift a couple of months ago. The brown sheepskin bomber, ridiculously expensive but well worth the cost in everyone's opinion, was missing. Leon had been wearing it every chance he had since receiving it. Why not now?

Noticing your quizzical gaze, Leon let out an awkward chuckle. "Your parents are gonna kill me."

"Why?"

"Because I lost an eighteen hundred dollar jacket in Spain," he replies.

"Wha--How do you lose a jacket in Spain?"

"Get knocked the fuck out and someone steals it while you're unconscious," he says, and it's so casual you almost dismiss it.

"Leon...I think the jacket is the least important part of what you just said. What the hell happened to you in--? Oh, right. You probably can't tell me. Classified, need to know, etcetera."

"Technically yes," he admits. "But I'll tell you, anyway, if you really want to know."

"I don't want you to get into any trouble because of me."

"I get into trouble all the time, whether I want to or not. If Uncle Sam says to jump, I'm not even supposed to ask how high. I just do what the man says." The bitterness is so strong, you can almost taste it. He takes a deep breath. "So, do you want to know about Spain?"

You hesitate for a moment before saying, "If you're willing to share, I'm happy to listen."

So it begins. He tells you all about the mission, starting with what it was in the first place. President Graham's daughter, Ashley, was kidnapped from her college campus. A cult was responsible. They received intel from an unknown source that she was taken to a rural area in Spain. He was sent there, along with two cops from the area. He and Ingrid Hunnigan, the woman assigned to help provide him with information and to send out a chopper once Ashley was found, were forced to use stupid code names. "Condor One." "Baby Eagle." "Roost." As if those weren't obvious to whom they were referring.

The officers fell victim to the villagers, who had been infected with a parasite. A Plaga. Las Plagas. Los Illuminados, the cult responsible for Ashley's abduction, was to blame. They forced everyone they came in contact with to carry Las Plagas, injecting them with an egg that would hatch and proceed to steal control of the body from the host. If you were lucky, anyway. Some people they simply killed, like the cops who brought him to the village.

Las Plagas work as a hive mind, taking orders from one dominant Plaga who controlled the cult's leader, a man named Saddler. He wanted to infect Ashley to help spread the reach of Las Plagas throughout the world, or some shit like that. He also had Leon injected with a Plaga egg, intending to unite him with the so-called holy body.

Leon tries to explain what Las Plagas look like and how they affect you. Sounds like an alien invasion, or a scene from Alien. It's eerie how much of it sounds like it came straight out of the nightmares you had while Leon was living through it. The black veins. The blood red eyes. The parasites. The fleshy tentacled monstrous abominations. There's no way you should know what these things look like, yet you can recall them so clearly, like you saw them with your own eyes.

While fighting to stay himself and to save Ashley, he encountered some familiar faces he wishes he never saw again. Ada, who apparently survived Raccoon City and was in the area for the same reason she was in RC. Major Jack Krauser, his hardass mentor when he was first forced to become a special agent, who became disillusioned by the American government after the fallout of a different mission two years ago and decided to join Los Illuminados because of it. While Ada did provide some assistance when Leon needed it and it suited her, he wasn't happy to see her, especially since she lived and had a Plaga sample with her when she made her escape, just like she did with the G-Virus years ago. As for Krauser... He couldn't be saved. Not from Los Illuminados, not from Las Plagas, and certainly not from himself. Leon had no choice but to kill him.

Leon takes a moment to collect himself after revealing this, putting his arms on the stone railing on the bridge as he looks down into the pond water below. You stand by his side, copying his actions except you keep your eyes on him.

Like with Raccoon City, there were people he met and lost in the same day. Those two officers, killed by the villagers, of course. Then there was Luis Sera, or Luis Serra-Navarro. Luis. A researcher who once worked for Umbrella and then for Los Illuminados. He had a change of heart, decided to help Ashley and Leon since he already successfully removed his own Plaga, and went to great risk to do so. He did have an arrangement of some kind with Ada regarding that Plaga that Leon mentioned earlier, but...He was a good man who made some really shitty choices in his life. He died because he was helping Leon rescue Ashley. Krauser stabbed him in the back and then tried to kill Leon. One of Luis's final actions saved Leon from dying right along with him.

"Remind me to find a copy of Don Quixote," Leon says with a halfhearted smile. "Luis loved that book. Kept making references to it throughout our short time together. I know of it, but I've never read it. I should."

There was also Mike, the helicopter pilot who came to give Leon backup on the island where Ashley was taken. This was after dealing with the village and then the castle. Leon walks you through the journey somewhat quickly, dropping names of people he had to fight if he knows them and the places they were. Bitores Mendez, village. Ramon Salazar, castle. Osmund Saddler, island. When Leon was on the island in pursuit of Ashley, Mike showed up with the helicopter Hunnigan sent to support him. Mike helped even the odds against the well-armed Plagas-infected forces there, but was ultimately killed when some insectoid B.O.W.s attacked the chopper, causing him to lose control. All Leon knew about Mike was his name...and that he knew a good bar they could go to for drinks had he survived.

Ashley survived, though. Thanks to Luis and his laboratory on the island, she lived and she was cured of the Plaga. She in turn helped cure Leon of his when he passed out from the exhaustion of fighting for hours and hours on end with little time for resting. It's no wonder he's as battered and bruised as he is. It's a miracle he's not worse off, to be honest, or even dead.

You rest your hand on top of one of his, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. His other hand moves on top of it as he holds it in earnest, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Did you...have any thoughts of...doing something drastic while you were infected?" you ask with much hesitance.

He reads between the lines. "No, no. By the time I found out I was infected, I already had Ashley. She was my number one priority. I never really considered...Maybe, in the back of my mind, but if I did that, then I would've had to--Ashley..."

"What...was it like? I mean...if you don't mind me asking."

"Awful. Just...fucking awful. I wasn't in control of myself. It was painful to resist. Saddler's goddamn voice was in my head...I thought my head was going to fucking explode and a goddamn monster was going to take its place. Thought my body was going to...Ugh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine, I understand."

"It's over...for now. I'm not sure what Ada wanted that Plaga amber for...I can't believe I let her play me again. She makes me feel so--"

"You're not stupid, Leon. You want to see the best in people. You always have. She just took advantage of that. She didn't get as far as she has without the skills to back it up. Is Ada even her--?"

"No, it's not her real name. And even if it was, there's too many Ada Wongs out there to narrow down which one is her." Catching the look you're giving him out of the corner of his eye, he explains, "I've looked into it on my own time. You're still the only person I've ever told about Ada...Though in her line of work with B.O.W.s and bio-terrorism in general, her existence is probably not as secret as it once was."

"I'm sorry she's hurt you...again."

"Don't be. As much as I hate to admit it, without her being there, I'm not sure Ashley and I would've survived. So...She was helpful. Not sure if that balances the scales, exactly, but..."

"Well, I'm glad you made it. I just wish you wouldn't have to do this."

"Yeah. Me, too."

A long pause. Then, you say, "Let's go to Barnes & Noble tomorrow. It should have at least one copy of Don Quixote. The question is, you want the translated version, or are you good enough with Spanish to read it in its original language?"

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, I only know enough to get by. There's no way in hell I'd be able to read an entire book, even if I wanted to."

"Sounds like quitter talk, but fine. We'll do the English version and forget there's anything that could've possibly been lost in translation."

He raised an eyebrow, though in the dark of night you can't really see it. You just kind of know he's doing it. "We? What do you mean, 'we?'"

"I could read it with you. I've never read it before, either."

"Oh, you don't have to--"

"I want to, though. It's something we can do together, in your friend's honor."

He smiles. "I'd like that."

It's late. You should be heading back to your home, and Leon realizes this, too. He offers you his arm. With a small smile, you take it, resting your head against his bicep. Wow, even in its relaxed state, it's big. If there's one good thing that came out of Leon's enslavement, it's how it really whipped him into shape. You kind of miss when he was softer and a bit squishy, though.

There's a pleasant silence on the walk back. Leon feels a little lighter now that he's had a chance to talk about his experience against Los Illuminados. Even if it doesn't undo the damage, it at least reminds him that he doesn't have to be alone in this. You're here. You'll always be here.

And you're not going to be judgy like that professional people keep trying to push him to see. Fuck therapy. It hasn't helped him in the past and it won't help him now. Hell, they'd probably tell him the monsters he's fought and almost died to aren't real, that they're all in his head. Hallucinations. Yeah, no. He's had hallucinations. He knows the difference. He knows he does have issues, but some doctor who spends all day on a couch listening to people talk about their problems isn't going to solve them, especially when the existence of B.O.W.s isn't common knowledge.

"Hey, Leon."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking back to that conversation we didn't have while making the guest bed. Did you...really imply you wanted us to be friends who, uh...?"

You trail off, too embarrassed to finish the question. He feels your face get hotter through the fabric of his jacket sleeve. You're not alone in that, however. He's just as flustered, if not more so.

"I, uh, might have, yeah. If that makes you uncomfortable--"

"It doesn't. It just...caught me off guard. It's not every day my best friend suggests we fuck, you know?" Nervous laughter escapes you as you resist the urge to pull away from him. "Especially since I admitted just before that that I...feel like your security blanket. If I was anyone else, I'd...assume you're finding another way to use me."

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that at all. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, it's fine!" You're so quick to reassure him that he almost doesn't believe you. "I'm the one that made the joke about doing you in the first place, so I really don't have a problem with it. Really! The only reason I'm bringing it up is...I want to know if you meant it, or if it really was just us messing around."

Well now, how's Leon supposed to respond to that?

He remembers drunkenly confessing to loving you years ago, on the first anniversary of the end of Raccoon City. He even kissed you. You acted like it never happened. You probably didn't even believe him, given his mental state at the time. He chose not to bring it up again at the time because he realized his new life wouldn't allow a relationship to take up any space in it. It was too dangerous, too time-consuming, too demanding, and so much more.

But now, after everything that's happened and with the passing of time, he can't help wondering if he should try again.

"Actually, sweetheart, I...I did mean it."

"Wow," is your simple reply, quickly followed by, "I can't believe the Leon S. Kennedy thinks I'm fuckable. Holy shit..."

"It's not just that, babe. I love yo--"

"We'll have to take it slow," you say, oblivious to cutting Leon off. "I'm still a virgin, so I'll probably be really, really disappointing. You'll have to show me the ropes."

"The ropes? Isn't it early to be--?"

"Not actual ropes, silly! That kinky shit is way outta my comfort zone right now. Geez, I haven't even been touched by anyone and you think I wanna be tied up for my first time? Please."

You laugh, and the way your entire face lights up has Leon in awe as he looks down at you still clinging to his arm.

"At least you took me to dinner first," you add. "Such a gentleman."

"Whoa, hang on. I never said we'd--You're getting ahead of us here." That isn't to say you're implied enthusiasm isn't appreciated. It's kind of a turn-on, if anything. The heat is pooling in an area other than his face. Leon needs to try to focus on something else or--

"I know, I know. I'm not about to hop into bed with you without protection, which neither of us has at the house. And also...Well..." You hide your face in his arm, away from his gaze. You're unable to take it while thinking about this conversation. "I'm not ready for it. Not...Not yet. Which is dumb because I'm twenty-seven and practically everyone my age has fucked at least once, but--"

"There's nothing dumb about it, and there's nothing wrong with you."

"Isn't there, though? There's teenagers with more experience than me. I'm a grown woman. Shouldn't I have...?" You shake your head. "I guess that would've meant I let someone into my life, huh? Trusted someone to love and respect me? And I'd have to be attracted to someone other than yo--I mean, be attracted to someone." You sigh. "It's no wonder the only kiss I've had was when we were both drunk. I don't put myself out there enough."

"Nothing wrong with that." Leon maneuvers the arm you're holding so it's now around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he gives you a tight squeeze. "You're overthinking this, sweetheart. We're not going to jump right in and I'm not expecting anything from you. It doesn't even have to happen if you don't want it. The last thing I would ever want to do is push you into something you're not ready for. You set the pace. I'll follow your lead."

"I thought following a lady's lead wasn't your style."

You both laugh at that. Dorks. It's something stupid he's said before, something he often liked to believe he did. But for you, he'll make you an exception. You're always the exception. His exception.

He leans down to leave a kiss on the top of your head. You shrink into him, unable to do much else other than giggle in response. What's going on today? You have no clue what's gotten into Leon that he's coming onto you and giving you a kiss. At the very least, you know it's not alcohol. He hasn't had even a drop. His breath doesn't reek of it, either. So what was the deal?

Eh, you're not going to complain. You find yourself enjoying his doting too much to try to put a stop to it. Not to mention the possibility of something you imagined happening since high school might actually come true after all this time. Leon really knows how to make a lady feel special.

But you're just best friends.

You're not dating. You're not a couple. You're not together.

Just best friends...

...now with potential benefits.

#dreamer writes #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #long post //#suggestive #ask to tag if needed

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 2 months

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Platonic Henry and Helen, mundane au?

Hello and thanks so much! 🥰 Another three sentences + scene inspired by them, because I love this one. I'll get to the next one tomorrow.

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He had always wondered why he had been chosen by the Doc, out of all the children that she possibly could have taken in, considering that he was no where near the easiest one to love, the easiest one to raise.

There was only her in his memory--he had no memory of anyone loving him before her, before the brief male figures that had disappeared all too soon, before the little sister that didn't know any better than to love him like a biological brother when he hadn't earned it.

He was all of ten years old when he blurted out the question to her, trying not to cry because he was certain he was a pity case and nothing more, all of ten years old when she told him and broke and healed his heart and held him while he did cry.

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Henry was quiet as he looked at the Doc as she ran her hand though her hair with a sigh, tapping her pen against the edge of the kitchen table.

It was late, but she had allowed him to stay up with her when he hadn't been able to sleep and Henry found comfort in that.

His baby sister, Ashley, had been put to bed a few hours earlier, the little girl still blissfully sleeping upstairs as the Doc went through papers she wouldn't tell him about and stressed.

Henry knew that he was part of the problem. He had been young, maybe four years old, when she had taken him in.

He had been a wild, almost feral child, left to fend for himself before he could remember, was behind developmentally in things like reading and writing. He had needed speech therapists for years and still needed tutors for school. He just added to the bills, which were probably what she was sorting through right now.

Henry felt immensely guilty for that, considering that the Doc was a single parent, carrying the burden of both of them alone.

Sometimes he was still afraid that she would come to her senses and give him back.

He was an expense she didn't need, he was trouble at school when he didn't try to be, he wasn't a child she had given birth to.

Henry still couldn't figure out why she had adopted him and then decided to have a baby on top of that, right when her husband left her.

Giving him back, because things were only getting harder, made sense, and Henry's stomach squirmed badly as he stared at the table, swallowing hard.

It was why he didn't call her mom. His first mom had clearly decided that he wasn't worth it and he was just waiting, in the back of his mind, for this one to come to her senses and do the same thing.

She liked taking care of strays and the hard cases and he was probably just one of those. She passed them all off eventually and that was a thought that haunted Henry on bad nights, just like tonight.

"Why?" he blurted out, looking at her.

The Doc looked up, eyes wide in her pale face, above dark circles.

"Why what, darling?"

"Why do you want me?"

Her lips parted in shock and she stared at him, as if she had never even considered the reason before, which made Henry's throat tighten.

He told himself not to cry.

"Because I love you."

"You didn't love me when you picked me. You didn't know me. You could have picked any kid. A kid that was less of a pain."

She set her pen down and held his gaze. He looked away.

"Henry--"

"Please, Doc." he whispered.

"I found you, darling." she said softly. "When you were out there, alone and lost."

He looked back up, because she had never told him this. He didn't remember when he had been found, not really. Those early years were lost to him.

"You did?"

"Yes. I....I did fully intend to allow someone else, someone more qualified, take you in."

That made Henry's throat tighten even more. She had intended to from the beginning. The mystery now was why she hadn't yet.

"Why didn't you?"

Her lips twitched and she closed her eyes briefly, making Henry realize with a jolt that she was trying not to cry herself.

"Because you clung to me. Because you trusted me. After you held on to me, after I looked into your eyes, I couldn't let you go. I fell in love with you that day, Henry, and I've loved you every day since."

Henry stared at her and then, to his mortification, burst into tears like he had been struggling not to do.

He was ten. He was too old to be crying in front of anyone, but Henry couldn't stop himself.

The doc got up and walked around the table, wrapping her arms around him tightly and pulling him close, pressing her cheek against the top of his head.

Henry could feel her own tears and just clung to her, unable to fully express how much fear those words took away, how much the confirmation meant to him.

"I love you, my darling. I'll never stop. Never." she whispered into his hair.

"I love you too."

#i love this prompt #misscrazyfangirl321 #henry foss #helen magnus #sanctuary #thanks for the ask!#fanfiction #my fanfiction

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writingbirdy · 23 days

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I'd do it again~ Todd Morrison x Neil

There aren't enough stories of these two 😭

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Hanging from the altar of the devourers of god, Todd looked dazed fighting the possession of the red eyed demon. He had been there for what felt like an eternity until two more people were dragged into the main area. Todd had blacked out as the demon took control but once he regained consciousness he saw the two new people hanging from the roof and his heart dropped. Hanging there was Neil slowly losing all life he once had. “Neil… no…"Todd whispered and a tear ran down his face. “It's…gonna be okay…” Neil whispered back to him. Todd wishes more than anything that Neil wouldn't have been involved but here he was being strung from the roof dying for a clut he had nothing to do with Ashley, sal and larry had finally defeated the cult after years of trying Ashley quickly ran to todd and helped him out.

“Neil, we have to help him..” Todd panicked trying to stand up. “Todd he might not make it out of here…'' Ashley trailed off grabbing Neil down from the ceiling. The two walked back to the house the gang once lived in, well plus Sal who was strangely possessing Ashley's arm? Todd shook his head not wanting to think of the logistics of the situation. They unlocked the door and placed Neil on the couch as Ashley went to get proper bandages to help Neil and try and help him recover. Todd sat down on the floor next to the couch holding his hand as he tried not to panic more. Neil gave Todd a small smile as if to say “I'll be alright.”. “Well this should help but he lost a lot of blood ... .so it may not heal "Ashley shared as she wrapped bandages around Neil's neck making sure no more blood would be lost. For days and nights Todd stayed with Neil and took care of him even though Neil tried protesting but Todd was having none of it.

It had been a few months since everything happened. Sal had been managing to stop the corruption between hopping worlds, Ashley had been helping around the house and taking care of gizmo, Neil has slowly gotten better and has been able to help Ashley and get back to a normal life. As for Todd he was still struggling to control the possession to his advantage. He was currently in the bathroom looking into the mirror at his permanent red eyes, Neil walked in and stood behind him laying his head on Todd's shoulder. “You still look beautiful to me…” he said, kissing Todd's cheek. “just reminds me of everything…” he turns to face Neil and looks into his eyes. “You almost died… we put you in danger..”

“I went with ash because I loved you too much to let you go and if that meant I had to die I would've” he said holding todd close to him.

#sally face #sally face fandom #travis phelps #larry johnson #ashley campbell #sal fisher #todd morrison #todd morrison x neil #angst #angst with a happy ending

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The Four Daughters of Darkness

ASHLEY

The first thing Ashley notices is that she feels nothing. It all feels numb and she can’t think or feel. The helicopter is silent and she can’t help but notice there are only three people in it. All she does is stare at the ground, unable to move, unable to feel.

She almost had hope that maybe some of the others had somehow made it out, but that fantasy was long gone now.

When they get to the police station, there are a few parents waiting anxiously. Ashley knows that they are waiting for people who are dead and who are never coming back home. Still, she feels nothing.

She feels nothing when Mike’s dad comes in demanding to see his son, only for him to get taken into a private room.

She feels nothing when Jess is ushered into the station covered in so much blood and for the first time that night, Ashley watches as Emily Davis cries.

She feels a pang of something when Mrs Hartley runs in and speaks to an officer, begging to see her son. Still, all she can do is stare when she turns to face her, horror written on the mother's face.

And suddenly, watching Chris’ mum collapse onto the floor, unable to hold herself up as she cries, Ashley feels everything.

It’s all too real and she suddenly can’t stop crying. She barely registers that someone is hugging her tightly because she can’t see anything. Still, Sam’s arms hold her tightly.

On the way home, Ashley feels nothing and everything and it's all so confusing and she still can’t stop crying. Her mum says nothing, unable to look at her broken daughter, knowing that these scars will never fade.

Sam comes over a lot, although most of the time they don’t talk. They just heal, together, slowly.

The funerals are horrible - all closed casket of course. Some didn’t even have bodies to bring home.

Everything that Ashley used to once love is ruined, scarred by the night she just wishes she could forget.

She tries to read a novel she was halfway through before she left - some period piece. But then one of the characters gets decapitated and she throws up.

She doesn’t read for a long time after that.

Ashley may have survived - but her soul, her heart, was still on that mountain. And she has a horrible feeling it is never coming back.

SAM

To put it simply, Sam is angry. So fucking angry.

Angry at Josh, for causing this whole horrible, nightmarish weekend to happen.

Angry at Mike, for sacrificing his life to save hers.

Hell, she’s even pissed off at Ashley and Emily, because how come they are here when Hannah and Beth aren’t?

But as soon as she looks at her only two surviving friends, and how broken they are, her anger at them immediately disappears. Because how could she be angry at two girls who look so lost, who have lost just as much as she has?

Because really, she isn’t angry at any of them. She’s only angry at herself.

Because maybe if she had paid more attention to Josh when he needed it he would have come to her for help instead of inviting everyone here.

And if she hadn’t moved, then Mike would still be here, in the helicopter with them.

Sam gets so frustrated during her interview because of course, no one believes her. She is so sick of the pitiful glances and sad smiles they give her as Sam tries to explain what killed all her friends.

“Poor girl.” she overhears them say. “She’s been through so much, of course she’s making things up. It’s a coping thing.”

She wants to scream.

Sam’s breath catches in her throat as she watches Jessica enter the room, barely conscious, barely alive, almost not believing what she is seeing.

And she holds Ashley so tight when she finally breaks down, as if she could protect her from everything that she’s seen

“It’s okay. We’re safe now.”

The whole night, Sam has felt like the leader. It feels as though she's aged ten years in one night.

But when Sam’s parents run in, looking for their daughter, Sam feels like a child again. And it’s Sam’s turn to cry because it’s really over and she can go home.

Home.

And she stays at home for weeks after that, never wanting to leave again.

But Sam tries to celebrate her small victories. Having a shower. Cooking herself a meal. Walking to the shop on the corner shop by herself. Going to the gym again.

Little by little, she tries to go back to the closest thing to normal that she can.

She starts to visit Ashley a lot, because at least she understands. They have both looked death in the eye, both watched the life drain from someone. They’ve both lost their best friend and the one they love now.

All they have now is each other.

JESSICA

Jessica is cold, and hurt, and so so confused.

She has no idea what’s happening when a helicopter comes and picks her up from where she’s barely standing.

But she doesn't want to sit down because it's snowing and she's only in her underwear and she's so cold.

She doesn’t say anything the whole ride back, only one thing keeps repeating in her head.

Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike.

She still remembers his broken screams as he chased after her, how he chased after her without a second thought.

She’s so tired she doesn’t even notice that there are only three people at the police station instead of 8.

They ask her questions at the station, things she can’t understand.

“Where is he? Did he make it?”

The glances the police give each other tell her everything she needs to know.

And suddenly she can't breathe or see anything.

She feels herself getting dragged out of the room before she passes out completely.

When she wakes back up, she’s in a hospital, with drips coming out of her arms.

And she sees at the end of her bed her dad holding her mom who is silently crying and… Emily?

She tries to speak but the only sound that comes out is a hoarse cough.

And the sudden feeling of Emily Davis actually giving her a hug is the first time that Jess allows herself to feel safe.

The first thing Jess does when she gets home is cry. Just full, guttural sobs that hurt so much because so much of her is broken.

Because she’s only just looked at herself in the mirror and all she can see is scars

And suddenly her future, her dreams are crumbling in front of her.

It takes her almost a year to uncover her mirrors again.

Jess never fully learns to love, or hell, even like her body again, but in the end she feels a sense of pride surrounding it.

It shows her that she survived, and if she can survive that, then she is fairly sure she could survive anything.

EMILY

Emily refuses to believe what she has just witnessed.

She refuses to believe that Ashley really saw Chris die, because how could that stupid, sweet oaf die right in front of her?

She refuses to believe that Mike, who pointed a gun right at her head only hours before, was left in that pile of ash that was once that haunted lodge.

How dare he die before she got to slap his stupid, perfect little face for trying to kill her?

She, stupidly, had hope that if anyone would have gotten out, it would be Matt.

Matt, who died somewhere in those horrifying caves, died trying to save her.

Stupid, brave Matt. A debt that she will never be able to repay.

Jessica being alive, however, was something she had not even let herself consider.

Mike was so certain that she was dead and Emily hadn’t even given herself a chance to mourn her best friend before she saw being dragged into the station, barely moving.

Watching her in the hospital, with so many tubes coming out of her body, Emily isn’t even sure why she was so mad at Jess to begin with.

How could she have let something as stupid as boys get in between their friendship?

Emily knew more than ever before that life was too short and cruel to hold a grudge. Not with Jess.

The first thing Emily does when she gets home is burn her suitcase. She wants no reminders of the hell she went through.

The clothes she was once so proud to own and flaunt are a pile of ash in her backyard. She can’t bring herself to give a single fuck.

She kicks some dirt in the disintegrated pile before she thinks of Mike, who faced a similar fate.

She’s not sure if she wants to kick it even more or somehow put it all back together.

She blocks Ashley on almost everything she can think of. She is quite happy if she never has to see her face ever again.

It takes Sam gently explaining how Ashley is healing before Emily lets herself forgive her. She was just a girl as well, after all.

No time for grudges. Not with the ones who suddenly understand her more than anyone.

No one expects Emily to be the one to reach out to all of them at the same time, least of all her.

They were in this together, whether they liked it or not. The four daughters of darkness.

#playthroughs of only the girls surviving hurt sm #those queens could never die tho #until dawn #the four daughters of darkness #ud ashley #ashley brown #sam ud #sam giddings #jess ud #jessica riley #jess riley #emily ud #emily davis

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