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14dayswithyou · 4 months

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💖 Slight 14DWY + Blog Changes! 💖

(16/12/23)

Leon will now move away from Corland Bay when he’s 10 years old. Originally, I never really put that much thought into it because it won't be explicitly mentioned in the game, but I figured I might as well make it more accurate now ^^;

Teo is now 26 (instead of 27). Again, zero thought went into this aside from wanting a wider range of ages for the cast — but now I want him to be closer to Jae and Violet’s age — especially considering they were all childhood friends and Violet was in the grade below them.

Elanor is now 30 and Kiara is 29. In the 2017 version, Elanor was originally the eldest sister, but it just didn't feel right to change it in the 2020 version. Day 3 will still be lore accurate, but everything on this blog will need to be retconned.

14DWY Purple (unofficial) will now be changing from #A14BF4 to #9D64FD.

Not a change, but adding more clarification: Angel will still attend university (and Jae and Teo will still be their university friend), but whether or not they enrolled will remain ambiguous! Day 1/2 kinda insinuates that they studied something ("Teo attended some of their classes"), but I wanted it to imply that they could've attended orientation and/or took "mock classes" after high school to see what it's like as well. I may change a few lines in the demo (in the future) to reflect that.

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I'd like to (hopefully) try to remind everyone that whenever I write about Angel on this blog, they are gender neutral. Because if my ass had a dollar for every time someone assumed they were female because of the cutesy/pink themes or how "soft" I made the MC, I'd have enough money to fund voice actors, translators, custom soundtrack, and pay the $100 Steam fee /hj

Changed the crackpot theory tag into an actual tag!! About time sdghjdg

(07/01/24)

Also not a change, but to solidify Haruko's appearance + Ren's likeness a bit more... Haruko is supposed to be an anime character with pink/blue hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. He's a modern day "sorcerer" (a reference to JJK, not a literal fantasy wizard lmao) from an anime called "Attack on Giants" (another reference to "Attack on Titan"); and is very kind, ditzy, and empathetic. All Ren has copied is his hairstyle, vibe, and demeanour. Ren isn't outright cosplaying Haruko, and it'd take an avid anime enjoyer to notice that Ren is attempting to mimic Haruko.

I'll make a poll one day, but I might change Ren's left sleeve tattoo to the spoiler-free placeholder I used in this artwork. A lot of people seem to prefer it, but I'll wait until the poll to make any final decisions.

I might also make another poll to see if perhaps a new BGM theme would better suit the demo. Because in my mind, the "summer/beach location" = acoustic guitar (rather than piano) — and for some reason I get lo-fi vibes from 14DWY??

I don't think anyone has picked up on this subtle shift yet, but Ren will mainly use "he/him" over "he/they" now (since Haruko is a he/him enjoyer 👍). [REDACTED], however, will still greatly prefer "they/he", and will continue to use them interchangeably.

21/02/24 — or search through Obsidian. (Future Sai here.... I have no clue what this means???? What??? T_T)

I'm gonna cut down on the Teo and Ren bullying on this blog (and in general). I don't find it fun anymore, and it genuinely upsets me when people put down certain characters to make others look better (i.e. "Ren has no ass which makes Leon superior >:)" Just say you like Leon... I beg T_T). It also makes me doubt whether Ren is genuinely a good character or not, and it's gross seeing y'all tear down people who genuinely enjoy Teo. Be kind.

(11/01/24)

Eventually, I'd like to turn this meme into an event in the 14DWY Discord to help create an actual landlord for Day 3. The current landlord has always been a meme-y placeholder (I thought the idea would be funny), but looking at how the game is currently, I want 14DWY to be more "serious". The current landlord will eventually be turned into an easter egg!!

Whether or not Jae had bottom surgery will now remain ambiguous. Everyone is now free to headcanon whatever they'd like, so long as it's not offensive or too OOC.

From now on, I'll also try my best to remind everyone that Jae is gay and Kiara is lesbian. I tried not to bring it up frequently because I was afraid it'd come across like "being gay" was their only defining personality trait, but I'm tired of people sending in asks that don't apply to these characters ^^;

I might move all of the curiouscat questions to this blog and archive the account. It's becoming too much of a hassle for me to manage 3+ social media accounts sgkshjj

#Sharing this now because why not 😼#I refuse to let it sit in my drafts any longer lmaoooo #I'll cut out the embarrassing logs though <3 No one needs to see me ramble about how the sprites STILL don't feel consistent enough #for the 14235th time gjsdjsdhgs #🖤 — shut up sai.#💖 — 14 days with queue.#to be tagged later

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woso-dreamzzz · 5 months

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Tattoos

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You have pens

"Sorry," Mumma says as she bounces you on her hip," She's in a grumpy mood today."

You grunt, angling your head away as Tia Patri tries to rub at your cheek.

"Very grumpy," Tia Patri notes before smiling at you anyway and waving you goodbye.

"Okay," Mumma says, readjusting her grip on you so you can tuck your head into the crook of her neck," There we go. I think someone needs a little nap."

"No," You whine," No nap...jus'...jus' you. Jus' Mumma."

"Okay," Mumma agrees," Just Mumma."

You've been out of whack ever since the flight over for the semifinal Champion's League match. Mapi's still returning from her knee injury so she's been dropped to the bench and continues her rehab even though she's on the squad list so Ingrid's kind of been solo parenting for a bit.

It's not that Mapi won't help but she very much can't do things like play rough with you like you enjoy or bounce you on her knee to calm you down.

Ingrid hasn't done that a lot since she started dating Mapi, who dived head-first into things like that in an attempt to win you over.

"Mamí too," You insist as you whine out a low note.

"Are you having big feelings?" Ingrid asks as she fishes out her phone to ask where Mapi is.

You nod tiredly against her, practically limp but still with enough energy to kick and snap your displeasure.

Ingrid wonders if it's a lack of stimulation. The plane ride had been long and you didn't have any of your usual things to keep you occupied.

Your story books had all been packed in the big suitcase (the last time Ingrid will ever trust Mapi to pack your bags) and your colouring book and felt tip pens had been deemed too messy for you to use on the flight. That coupled with your inability to stay asleep for more than twenty minutes, means that you're exhausted and bored.

It's a dangerous combination.

Ingrid shoots off a text to Mapi about the situation and walks the length of the hallway, quietly hushing you and allowing you to suck at her collar even though she knows that it's going to feel bad against her skin later on.

Mapi replies quickly, saying that she's in the canteen with Alexia.

"Mumma," You whine as Ingrid makes for the elevator," No go out! No want!"

"We're not going out," Ingrid assures you but the damage is already done because the exhaustion and the boredom finally catch up with you and you burst into a round of frustrated tears.

Ingrid bounces you more firmly as you babble and sob and whine all the way down. The staff sends her sympathetic looks, some of them having children themselves, and the rest of the team look equally distraught as you clearly feel when Ingrid (frazzled and stressed) bursts into the canteen.

Mapi's at the table in the corner, a packet of temporary tattoo pens by her side as she transfers a sketch from her book onto Alexia's arms.

Alexia's been talking about getting another tattoo and Mapi had drawn up designs easily.

She's animatedly talking about the one she's transferring to Alexia's arms interspersed with flicking through the book to show alternative ideas.

She stops immediately though as your cries echo through the room and Ingrid approaches.

"What happened?" She asks," What's wrong? Is she hurt? Sick? She had that tummy bug a few weeks ago. Is it back?"

"She's having some big feelings," Ingrid replies, sitting down next to Mapi," I think she just wants some company while working through them. Look, she's already calming down."

She's right.

Your gasping breaths are evening out again and the tears roll down your face mostly silently. With your Mumma and Mamí now together, you're happy to just sag against Mumma and allow Mamí's conversation with Tia Ale to wash over you.

You slowly reach out for the pink pen that's resting on the table. You pick it up. Mamí doesn't use the pink a lot, especially when she's drawing ideas on people like she's doing with your Tia.

Mumma leans with you as you angle yourself towards Mamí's arms where some of her tattoos are on show.

"Open," You tell Mumma, your voice a little scratchy from all your crying and general unease. Mumma takes the lid off for you.

You press the tip against Mamí's arm, taking a lot of care to colour in the lines of the pictures she's got there.

She stops drawing on your Tia when she first feels the press of the nib against her skin.

You give her a little teary eyed smile when she catches your eye.

"Following in your footsteps," Mumma says fondly, finally able to plait your hair into a neat braid," Little tattoo artist."

"Yeah," Mamí agrees, moving to uncap all the pens on the table," Make sure to get in as many colours as possible, alright?"

You nod.

Mamí continues to draw on Tia Ale as you continue to colour in her tattoos.

The repetitive action soothes you and you make pretty swirls in her arm pictures even after she's finished showing Tia Ale her designs.

"Finished?" She asks.

You nod. "Finished."

"Ingrid," Mamí says," Take a picture of this." She flexes her arm. "I want to brag to everyone about how much more exciting she's made my arm."

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nolita-fairytale · 8 months

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don't want to walk alone | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | chapter five: the honeymoon pt. 2

summary: you and carmy enjoy the last few days of your mini-moon.

warnings: light smut, husband!carmy who comes with a warning label of his own, swearing, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns

wc: 3.2k

listen to: the official don't want to walk alone playlist (mentioned song - lizzy mcalpine's 'dancing queen' cover)

a/n: hi cuties. here is part two of the honeymoon in chicago. i will be writing an epilogue to finish out this series, then my focus will be back on the world of 'burn your life down.' please enjoy all of this fluffy, lovey dovey content because these two deserve.

part four | masterlist | epilogue

This feels right, you think to yourself, stretching out in the abnormally large bath tub that overlooks the Chicago River. This being the bath, your honeymoon, the non-stop sex between you and your insatiable husband.

You’re up to your shoulders in bubbles, the temperature of the water just the right amount of hot, and you’ve got to admit that you need a recovery bath from the last night or so.

“You gonna join me in here or what?” you ask Carmy, a flirtatious smile on your face as you steal a glance his way.

He sits facing you, a few inches away on the floor of the bathroom, the sketchbook that you got him as a wedding gift laying in his lap as he continues to make furious strokes with one of the wildly-expensive-yet-worth-it pens that you purchased in addition to the sketchbook.

“Nah,” Carmy exhales, the corners of his lips curving up into a smile as he looks at you like you might disappear. “I just wanna look at you a little longer.”

“I know it’s kind of our thing now. But maybe tomorrow night?” he offers up, half apologetically. You shake your head, as if to let him know it’s no problem, and Carmy returns his attention over to what he’s sketching.

“Watcha workin’ on over there?” you ask, curiously, in reference to the broad strokes of pen on paper that you can hear.

“It’s a surprise,” he answers almost too quickly, his focus unbroken as he keeps his head down, buried in whatever it is he’s drawing.

You inhale deeply, letting out your breath on an even deeper exhale and it feels as if you’re melting into the warm bubbles that surround you.

“I’m just glad you’re drawing again. You always seem to light up when you do it,” you sigh, settling into the comfort of your bath, even though you now have to accept that Carmy won’t be joining you tonight.

You close your eyes, listening to the sound of your bubble bath playlist that plays over the speakers of your phone – the easily recognizable voice of Leon Bridges filling your ears as your shoulders relax.

“Why don’t you draw something? For our next tattoo,” you suggest, your eyes beginning to close.

“God, I love you so much,” is Carmy’s reply, without missing a beat.

Opening one eye, you sit up slightly to get a good look at Carmy, shooting a quizzical look his way.

“Well, yeah. But are you referencing anything in particular this time?” you giggle, peering over the edge of the tub in hopes of getting a look at what he’s sketching. Carmy tuts, clutching the sketchbook close to his chest so that he’s sure you can’t see.

The two of you exchange a look, then a laugh, before you resign yourself, sinking back into the tub. Carmy can’t take his eyes off of you, watching you close yours. He looks down at his sketchbook, the image of you in the bathtub, your hair tied up in a messy bun on top of your head beginning to take shape on the page. With deep blue eyes full of love, he finally answers your previous question with:

“You encourage me to dream, baby.”

A beat.

“It’s one of the many reasons I love you.”

You inhale again, peeking one eye open just for a moment as you grin.

“I love you too, Bear. So, so much.”

You take another breath, and a beat, before reiterating, “And I meant what I said. You should draw something for our next tattoo.”

“You really want my scribbles on your body forever?” he asks, skeptically, completely discrediting the talent that you know he knows he has.

“I married you, didn’t I?” you shoot back with a shrug.

He snorts out a laugh, shaking his head incredulously.

“Don’t know if that’s the same.”

“Seriously, Bear. I know we talked about maybe adding some ink to mark this chapter of our relationship… but I really want you to draw it. You don’t have to make up your mind now but, just think about it, okay?” you continue, this time opening both of your eyes to look at him – just so he knows that you mean it.

“Sure,” he nods hesitantly. “Uh… yeah. I’ll think about it.”

You hum along to your playlist as the song changes, and Carmy returns his attention to his sketchbook, stealing glances your way as he continues to work on his drawing of you. You swear you’ve slipped into the kind of relaxed state that yogis traveling to an ashram for the first time can only dream of, as both you and Carmy settle into a comfortable and quiet rhythm.

Carmy hasn’t felt this inspired in a long time – noting that he hasn’t felt this relaxed in a long time either – and he’s more than willing to admit that it’s all the love (and all the sex, because it’s certainly not hurting) that’s sparked this creative kick. He was nervous before, before checking into the hotel earlier today, that maybe he wouldn’t be able to relax – the idea of going to the spa with you tomorrow is still absolutely terrifying – but it’s moments like these that remind him that he may not be so bad at this whole relaxing thing after all.

It could be minutes, hours, days when you decide to get out of the tub – having lost track of time entirely since you checked in at the Langham hotel. Without saying anything, you pull the plug on the bathtub, allowing it to drain as you stand up, grabbing for the fluffy, plush white hotel towel.

And you know that you could put on a robe, just like Carmy, but you have a better idea.

You’ve been saving the little white slip dress that Natalie bought you for just the right moment, and you think this might be it. You can feel Carmy’s eyes on you as you disappear from the bathroom, leaving him where he sits on the floor, and back into the bedroom in search of where you hung the slip dress earlier this evening.

You wonder how long it will take – if he’ll follow you back into the bedroom – but he doesn’t, so you take your time drying off. The white slip dress slides off of its hanger easily. You pull it over your head, allowing it to settle gently over your frame, noticing just how softly it drapes over your figure.

Nat really nailed it with this one, you think to yourself, the pads of your feet hitting the ground as you head back into the bathroom to hang up your robe.

Carmy’s gotten up off the floor, having carefully set his sketchbook down on the long counter, confident in the way he stands, waiting for you. He watches you like a hawk as you begin hanging your robe on the back of the door, a smirk beginning to form on his face.

“What?” you ask, because you know exactly what he’s thinking without even having to look at him.

“Nothin,” he answers, cheekily.

As you turn around, Carmy’s taking a step towards you. You busy yourself with taking your hair back down, watching your reflection in the mirror as Carmy approaches, coming up behind you. You can feel his hands slide along your hips, pulling you towards him as he begins to leave soft kisses on the tops of your shoulders.

“Jus’ wanted to let you know how beautiful you are,” he mumbles in between kisses, pressing his hips against your ass. “That’s all.”

“That’s all? You’re insatiable, Carm. You know that?” you ask him with a giggle, watching him in the mirror this time.

“Oh come on,” he counters you. “You knew exactly what you were doing.” You moan as soon as you feel one of his hands bunching up the material of your dress, his lips curving into a smile against your skin as he hears you. “Putting this on for me.”

“Baby,” you sigh happily, beginning to understand just how fun a honeymoon is supposed to be.

“This feels familiar, doesn’t it?” he begins to tease you, moving your hair to one side of your neck.

“Remember when we snuck into a dressing room…” he continues you, his piercing blue eyes bearing into your soul through the mirror image – just like that night. “... during the James Beard Awards…”

“How could I forget?” you gasp, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of your neck. “It was Syd’s first win and neither of us could wait till we got home.”

You remember it well, especially now, as Carmy begins to grind his hips into your ass, his eyes pleading with you in the reflection, begging you to let him fuck you.

“Friday night and the lights are low…”

You smile, as soon as you recognize the lyrics to one of your favorite songs. Only this time, it’s nothing like the version you and your best friends sang at karaoke night, this version done as an intimate, acoustic singer-songwriter cover. Carmy’s hands are patient, slowly exploring your body as you turn around to face him, surprising him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He sends you a questioning look and you smile back as you lean in, placing your mouth over his in a messy kiss.

“I love this song,” you whisper against his lips, pulling him in for another kiss as you press your body closer to his. “Dance with me, Carm.”

“Yeah?” he asks, with a single, amused raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you answer with a smirk. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Instead of answering (or protesting, considering he had his sights set on fucking you up against the bathroom counter), he just embraces you, holding you close to him as the two of you sway back and forth to the song, exchanging heated kisses. It’s here, in the midst of a push and pull of desire, dressed in a fluffy white bathrobe and the slip dress his sister bought you, that you and Carmy have your first dance as man and wife.

It’s exchanged kisses, teasing remarks, and eager hands till the very end of the song, both of your feet coming to a halt, too consumed with the passionate makeout that Carmy’s engaged you in this time. Your hands travel to where his robe is tied closed, beginning to open it as your breathing picks up.

“Think we can count that as a first dance?” Carmy asks, in between kisses, his lips moving at a feverish, more desperate pace this time.

“Definitely,” you reply, the softness in his eyes matched so well with the softness of the music. It’s then that you kiss him again, your mouth beginning to trial south every time you return to him.

“Baby,” he moans, as he watches you kiss lower and lower, anticipating what comes next.

“Said I’d make it worth your while. And right now, I want to go down on my husband,” you rasp, your voice low and sultry as you drop to your knees.

Carmy moans as soon as he feels your mouth on him, your tongue coming out just to taste the tip of him. His right hand tangles in your hair, beginning to grasp at the back of your head as he lets out a:

“Fuck.”

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Your vintage lace slip dress, plucked from the ground where it was carelessly thrown the night before, and Carmy’s denim jacket draped over your shoulders.

That’s what he wakes up to, Carmy, your husband, as you climb back onto the bed, having left your brown paper bag filled with all kinds of goodies on the nightstand next to him.

It may seem silly, bringing his denim jacket considering you barely planned on leaving the room, but he brought it for moments like this, when he knew you’d inevitably want to wear something of his while heading down to explore the rest of the hotel.

“Think you’ll even need that?” you’d asked as you watched him pack his bag for this weekend.

“Gotta be prepared, babe. You’ve been stealing my clothes since day one,” he had pointed out, making it clear that he was only packing options at this point. You’d giggled, making a comment about how considerate your then-husband-to-be was and a declaration that you were nothing if not consistent.

“Good morning, my love,” you say as you climb onto the bed, settling at the foot.

Carmy just smiles dreamily, his curls a wild, beautiful mess, as he sits up, reaching for your hands so that he can pull you over him. You smile, leaving a quick good morning kiss on his lips as you mutter something about morning breath.

“Fuck off. You love me,” he teases in response, laying back down.

“Fuck off. I do,” you parrot him, nodding happily, as you settle over him, straddling his hips.

With your hands still in his, Carmy brings your conjoined hands up to his lips, leaving a kiss to each knuckle, his eyes fixed to yours, his focus unbroken. He smirks, seeing you in his denim jacket, just like he predicted. It looks damn good on you and there’s something so primal about the way he feels when you wear his clothes – the fact that you’d showcase to the world that you’re his stirs something inside of him that feels intoxicating.

“I went downstairs to the hotel cafe. Got a few pastries and coffee for us,” you say, as you run your hands up and down his chest.

“Thanks, baby. But I’m not hungry yet,” Carmy replies, something in his voice that tells you he’s got something else in mind. You quirk an eyebrow in his direction, letting out a loud laugh as he flips you over, rolling you onto your back.

“Think we should work up an appetite first.”

“Again?” you giggle, heat pooling between your legs as you think of how he fucked you up against the bathroom counter last night – after you went down on him.

Instead of answering, he captures your mouth with his, groaning into the kiss as he lays his body over yours. You could care less about the morning breath as Carmy winds you up with the way he kisses you, the way he touches you, and you’re sighing out in pleasure as his hand slips between your legs.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he spits through gritted teeth, as soon as he realizes that you’re not wearing any underwear.

“You go down to the cafe like this?”

You smirk, letting out a devious chuckle at his discovery.

Before you can properly answer, Carmy’s fingers are dancing over your wet heat, earning well deserved gasps from you as you buck your hips into his hand, a sudden possessiveness taking over.

“Fuck, Carm,” you groan, knowing exactly how to wind him up. “Yeah. Might have to punish me for it.”

“Think so, sweet girl,” Carmy mutters, before his mouth is on yours again.

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It’s your last night at the Langham hotel and you and Carmy have barely left your room – save for the trip to the pool downstairs. You find yourself curled up with your husband, your head buried in the book you're halfway through in a cozy silk PJ set as Carmy works on something else, a few pages deep into his new sketchbook.

“How’s your book?” he asks, his focus still on the page before him.

“Good,” you answer quietly, looking for a good place to pause. You look over at him, smiling as you notice the very cute face he makes when he’s concentrating.

“Watcha workin’ on?”

A light blush runs across Carmy’s cheeks as he prepares to show you.

“Uh… just been sketchin’ up some ideas… you know. Ever since you asked about, you know… the tattoo,” Carmy answers, suddenly feeling shy about showing you his work.

“Yeah?” you ask, only to be met with a nod as Carmy hands you the sketchbook.

You take it, your eyes eagerly scanning the page, considering it’s the first time since you gave him the gift that he’s let you see anything he’s been working on. You smile, a look of awe in your eyes as you take in all of the little food-related tattoos that he’s drawn up.

“I like this one,” you say, pointing to the nest of spaghetti he’s drawn, clearly meant to be a single portion of carbonara. “I mean, I like all of them… but I like this one.”

“Yeah?” he asks, only a little surprised that you like any of them really.

“Yeah,” you nod in response. You look down at his work, then back up to Carmy before gesturing towards the page. “May I?”

“Uh… sure,” he answers anxiously, the sound of the page turning only magnifying his nerves.

He’s so incredibly talented that it hurts, and it’s not till you get back to the very first page, the one where he's drawn you in the bathtub that your heart stops.

“Carmy,” you gasp, looking down at the sketch.

“You hate it,” he’s quick to say, offering up a way out, almost too eager to beat you to the punch if that is how you feel.

“Baby, of course I don’t hate it. I-,” you shake your head, marveling at the drawings below as you trace your fingers over the broader strokes of the pen. “It’s just… no one’s ever drawn me before so. I’m kind of… in awe right now.”

Carmy inhales, then lets out the breath on a deep exhale, because he’s drawn you before – considering he’s barely made time for his art in the last five years anyways – and that they just aren’t things he’s shown you yet.

“What do you think?” is all he asks, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.

“I think,” you say, returning his gaze with yours. You can tell that he’s nervous, that this feels extremely vulnerable, and you know exactly how to pivot. “... that you’re incredibly talented… and it’s really, really not fair.”

He laughs.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he replies, brushing off the compliment.

“No, I mean it, Bear,” you harp, making sure he hears you.

“Okay,” he nods, and you know it’s the best you’re going to get when it comes to him accepting your compliment on the spot.

You take a beat, before handing him his sketchbook back, returning your attention to your book as the two of you settle into a quiet rhythm of spending time with each other. This is exactly how you pictured this weekend going – spending time together, doing absolutely nothing, and fucking all day long. You’re not quite ready to go back to real life yet, but you also miss Aioli, and you know you and Carmy have another shot at this when you go on your real honeymoon in a few months.

“Maybe I should bring this with me… you know… on our honeymoon part two,” Carmy says, gesturing towards his sketchbook. It warms your heart to see him so excited, so inspired and relaxed.

“Definitely,” you reply with a smile. “Let’s do it all over again in a few months. When we go to Japan.”

“You wanna take a bath?” you ask, an implied, ‘you said you would join me’ in your voice as you ask the question.

Carmy licks his lips, a small smile threatening the corners of his mouth as he answers,

“Deal.”

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tennypress · 9 months

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How To Fight

Manager Kim

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mamirhodessxox · 4 months

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The Hang over

Death Island!Leon x Reader

Currently watching The Hangover movie right now and I thought “This would be funny if it were Leon & Y/N’s position!”

Content: Fluff????, Drinking, Smoking, Based off of the hangover movie, Tattoos, unintentional marriage, bad life choices that you shouldn’t make unlike y/n & leon!

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Originally you went on a Vegas Trip to celebrate your bestfriends 26th birthday but that turned into a shit show, You drank ALL night, smoked heavy amounts of weed found yourself in a strip club & then running to a very attractive older guy on the Las Vegas strip & after that you couldn’t remember a thing. So when you woke up everything was a hot mess. Including you. The next day you woke up in a large bed luckily wearing some clothes, You still had your underwear and skirt on but your top & bra was missing. You were barely waking so when you were rubbing your eyes you assumed you were alone in your hotel room.

Wrong. Very very fucking wrong.

You turned around to grab your phone but you felt a warm broad chest on your hand causing you to snatch your arm away and cover your breasts and jump out of bed“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Your loud scream startled the man in your bed that he jumped up in a panic as much as you “where the hell am i!?” “How the fuck did you get in my room!? Who even are you!?” The man looked at you with tired but confused eyes, fuck he was ho- NO. Not right now. “Oh my god please please tell me we didn’t-“ “be both have our pants on your just missing a bra and a shirt I think we’re fine doll.” Doll? DOLL!? And then your best-friend Casey stumbled in with slurred words “awhh lo-*hiccup*look at the newllyy wedded couplle!! Anyways th-theres a fucking baby in the b-bath tub” what. “I’m sorry? Newly weds what the fuck are you talking about?” Your friend giggled and smiled “you & leon got married last night at the chapel remember? Probably not last night was fucking crazy, anyways put on a top dumbass” fuck. You staggered around with this man named Leon following around helping you look for one and successfully you did so both of you put on shirts, all 3 of you walked into the main room of the suite & saw a mess.

You groaned as you held your head from the hangover & saw another one of your friends Jessica fall over “THERE’S A BABY IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM” Leon scrunched his face and so did you, “Alright chill out let me go check everything’s fine-“ he walked in the bathroom and you heard him shriek “THERES A BABY IN THE BATH TUB?” Your jaw dropped as you stared at Casey and quickly ran in the bathroom “oh my gosh there’s actually a fucking baby.” You quickly picked up “I don’t think you should curse around a child” You glared down Leon “Really? Cus I think you’re a stranger that shouldn’t be around a baby.” He glared back at you as you held the baby close before walking into the main room “Jesus christ what did we do last night??” You heard the older man grumble out while Case giggled “You don’t remember? You guys got married by Elvis Fucking Presley.”

Pardon?? You & Leon starred at each other in disbelief and quickly ran out of the hotel room, down to the lobby & outside still holding the baby “We need to find that goddamn chapel & get a divorce.” You nodded your head in agreement and luckily a cop car pulled up “For you officers” you tilted your guys’ head as some random guy just gave you a fucking cop car “just act normal and get in the fucking car.” So you obliged but as you were about to get in- “FREEZE!” You immediately stopped in your tracks and saw Leon get tazed in the literal nuts. “Your under arrest for attempting to steal a cop car!” You both were handcuffed together.

Amazing. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. 30 minutes later you both wound up in the Metro Police Department & sat there for 20 more minutes trying to be let off which was successful but on your way out you, you guys were uncuffed but you realized you couldn’t just keep caring for some random baby so you gave it to a police officer in hopes they would find the childs parents. You two ended up walking out of the station behind Leon where you saw a tramp stamp. “Uhm…You know you have a tramp stamp right? i just wanna like- double check.” Leon immediately stopped in his tracks slowly turning towards you & had his jaw dropped “What the fuck did you say? I have a TRAMP STAMP??” You covered your mouth and tried not to laugh at his reaction but unfortunately you failed “Your a fucking asshole you know that?” You apologized profusely but all you got was the hard core middle finger. Today was going to be a LONG. Day.

For most of the day you two looked around Vegas for the chapel you two got ‘married’ in and eventually you got lucky. When you both found the chapel you guys walked inside and let Leon do the talking. “Hey uhm- Me & this young woman came here last night & um- got married by some Elvis impersonator? Is there any way we can get a divorce here?” The receptionist scoffed snd set down her cigarette “Y’know we hate tourists like you- always bein’ indecisive and blamin us. We stopped doin divorced here years ago. You gotta bring that to a legitimate court honey. Run along now.”

You & Leon stood there dumbfounded “But- shit..” You both looked at each other & huffed. You pulled out your phone and called casey and once she picked up you sighed “Yeah listen- we fucked up, we didn’t read over the contract I assume and we’re being told in order to get this bullshit divorce we have to go to a legitimate court” Casey laughed at your predicament over the phone that it became annoying so you hung up while Leon mustered the courage to talk “I guess we have to deal with being newlywed’s doll face.” You frowned shaking your head and running your hands down your face “This cannot be fucking real right now.” “Hey Hey hey, I’m sure it’s gonna be fine sweetheart, we can either get to know each other, get dinner or..just completely ignore each other for the rest of our lives snd go our separate ways. But i’m more heavy on getting dinner because I would REALLY..like to know who you are.” You smiled softly at his reassurance and nodded “Yeah..I uh- I really like that idea.” “Alright well then, We should head out of this chapel, find a little restaurant or something, & just talk.” Leon said before grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the lobby of the Vegas Chapel.

Maybe making poor life choices wasn’t so bad after all.

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#lmfao bye #leon s kennedy fanfiction #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy oneshot #the hangover #las vegas

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mmorw · 2 years

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haven’t sent a request in yet so～ how about renren with an equally obsessive alpha?

NEX TE AMO

based on this. ren would definitely be happy with an alpha just as obsessive as he is, knowing that there is also a person just as 'sick' (especially if it's you) worrying about seeing him, taking pictures of him and keeping your attention focused on him makes him gasp with happiness, definitely.

“ angel, this is why you didn't want me to enter your room? ... how cute. ♡ ”

It's almost charming, renren has no friends or family to spend time with, so he's more than content to be alone with you. you two alone. alone. whether it's your room or not, it's always nice how you two "share" love, perfuming him or just nibbling on the tattoo he has with your name on it.

“ your skin is— soft. really soft. ”

“ uh-oh, mister- I think we have a problem down here. ”

has some weird fetish with you just perfuming him in your scent, filling him up and branding him with you, asking him every time he goes out to take a piece of your clothes or pulling his shirt down to his shoulder so that your teeth marks show just to let everyone else know who he belongs to.

renren won't complain, he won't even have to waste words from his pretty mouth because there's not a single day in which you don't perfume him or tuck him in your clothes - it's not like ren would go out without you, if you need him to go for something, he will! but he prefers to go out with you, hand in hand, eating something sweet and kissing, while sitting on a park bench.

“ I like when people look at us, that way they know more surely who you belong to. ”

“ I-I swear to god if you don't stop, I'm going to lose myself right. here. ”

Imagine what this kind of obsession started since you were kids, depending on the canonical factors where leon makes a face at ren and throws the ring away, speaking for you to say that you're not interested in it ( even if you are ) just to take you to another side of the arena and you, with words in your mouth and your sudden change of city, have to somehow or other stalk him back.

keep the ring and take care of it like a treasure, know how hungry for touch what is ren how to "prepare" you for the moment where you see him and go straight to the caresses in a hurry, the two are equally hungry for each other, so I do not see more problems than the lack of air every time you two kiss. ♡ ♡

the moans that renren gives when u two separate from each kiss make you come back and wrap him in your arms and press him on you so well until you guys are drooling over and over again. yk.

❝ your crotch throbs harder with need, the light warm gasps you give each time the omega comes closer and kisses you make you hold back the urge to move at least a little; to want to wrap him in your arms and lie down on the bed, only to keep going more and more.

the smell of renren is sweet and spicy, it almost burns your skin; it's addictive, intoxicating. you'll never get tired of it. there's no going back, all you want is to keep him for yourself, to have him at your disposal and take care of him - yes, he can kill as many pretty boys and girls as you come across, you wouldn't mind in the least.

just to nibble and mark him as yours is more than enough, right? —

and if we go to a time skip here and there~ where we duly AND responsibly want to form a family with our dear mate; it's clear that you two are going to be a bit too overprotective of the future pups you'll beget under your roof. [redacted] is more than happy to see you just carry the pup and walk all over the hospital room with that small creature in your arms, directly approaching renren to shower him with compliments and sweet kisses- get so gooey that even the security guards would have to come and get you out because— ren needs you urgently! ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

as first time parents, you two absolutely adore your puppy- he is small and fragile, he barely falls into your arms and apparently adapted too quickly to renren's pheromones to let go of him. as he gets older, you two's obsession grows for a bigger family, even if you give somewhat... toxic advice to the pup, you both let him know that it's for his own good! if he loves something, don't let it go! you two are here now, even if you neglected the poor ren for a few years, you are still together after all this time, a weird family with weird goals and objectives, but united and loving to each other.

ㅤㅤㅤ what else do you need ? ♡

#dom male reader #dom reader #alpha reader #alpha! reader #renren #14dwy ren #oml u again 😠#IM DONE

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starsinmylatte · 4 months

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Higuruma AU time

Ok, I need y'all to hear me out..... Metal band guitarist Higuruma

A/N: This is what happens when one of my brain cells is listening to my metal playlist, another is thinking about true crime, and the last one is thinking about @eldritchdilf 's incredible tattooed Higuruma art. If y'all like this AU, let me know, and I'll do more with it!

Warnings: None, but I do reference a famous, real-life murder case at the end. There are no pairings or ships referenced in this.

Click here to join my taglist (you must be 18+). This is SFW, but most of my blog is explicit and not suitable for minors.

Higuruma Hiromi first picks up the guitar because he’s angry at a broken world he’s too young to try and fix yet.

As a young adult, he throws himself into his academics, and music helps him find a release for his more aggressive pent-up emotions… until he gets into law school and realizes early on that the system has failed everyone.

Higuruma starts his pre-law courses and begins to write his own songs, using his whip-smart brain to piece together lyrics that rage against corruption.

He plays the local bars with a friend's band after every exam, shedding the usual black suit jacket to reveal his intricate sleeves of tattoos.

Each piece has a meaning that only he knows; every bit of ink marks Higuruma's resolve to protect the innocent.

Higuruma finishes his degree but absolutely snaps after he joins his first law firm. His boss tells him to bend the rules to protect someone powerful, and Hiromi walks out the same day.

Hiromi drops out of the legal world and dives headlong into his music. Unsurprisingly, he rises to fame after a few years.

However, Higuruma is still the same man; he uses his newfound influence to demand reform, stand up against injustice, and advocate for the wrongfully imprisoned.

It turns out that he never stopped learning law on the side, so he will absolutely do pro-bono legal counseling for prisoners or defendants who appeal to him.

He earns so much money as a literal rockstar but only keeps what he needs. Everything else goes to support his community in some way.

Important note: This AU is heavily inspired by the amazing musicians/celebrities from all genres who used their influence to help Damian Echols, Jason Baldwin, and Jessie Misskelley (aka The West Memphis Three). I would highly recommend that you learn about this case.

Tagging some friends: @saradika @thefact0rygirl @babygirl-leon-kennedy @hereforthesunrise @ashotofspotchka @ironandglass @amyroswell @cassandrablacker @lady-valtieri @justanothersadperson93 @orangecremepuff @belle-smith07 @outspokenbrat @enchantedsylveon @khaleesihavilliard @spam-love @silverliningsandstorms @msniks @panteramarron @eldritchbeauty @unoriginalidea

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #higuruma hiromi #hiromi jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk manga #jujutsu kaisen manga

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imightgetbetter · 1 year

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marry me

i made this whole playlist that feels like a playlist of songs you'd dance to in the kitchen with matty and then this happened. i feel so sick over this idea but it's so clear in my head. if one of us suffers, we all suffer. have fun!

Happiness is palpable in the kitchen, the excitement filling the air and the love surrounding the two of you as your favorite playlist of songs echoes through the speakers. On your hand, a heavy, new piece of jewelry sits on your third finger, a golden band with a single diamond cut and centered, glittering under the chandelier that hangs above the kitchen island. On the counter, an open bottle of wine and the cheesy, but always sweet card with the words ‘marry me’ written on the inside in the most perfect handwriting. ‘marry me’ wasn’t a question, more a statement, because it wasn’t a question with you, it wasn’t something he needed to ask you, you would say yes a million times over, and this much he knew. He knew that you would always say yes; that you were his, in this lifetime and the next, it was something you promised him when you were in another country for school and you could only see him every few months, bearing the long video calls and hours of flights to spend a few weeks with each other before being apart again. All of that brought you here, your favorite songs playing over the speakers, a glass of wine in hand, singing happily to Sam Cooke and Otis Redding.

“Here I am,” you sing with a smile, twirling around yourself and pointing happily, “Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m yours.”

Matty smirks, setting the wine bottle down and leaving his freshly poured glass on the counter, walking towards you, and instinctually circling his arms around your waist, his face tucking into your neck without a second thought. He kisses your shoulder delicately, the neatly tattooed heart from one of his many cards right where his lips always find a home. He remembers the day you came home with it, hiding it for as long as you possibly could, until it was inevitable for him to see, and you were asking for his help to take the wrapping off and he could see exactly what it was. His eyes felt wet, his thumb running over it so gently, if you hadn’t seen him do so you wouldn’t have known. He’d only been yours a short while, maybe a year or two, but he knew that it was going to be a lifetime, that you were it for him in this life and the next. He kisses your tattoo twice before sinking into your neck, swaying you gently back and forth for a minute or two, soaking in the way your fingers scratch at his head just right. He felt safe here, tucked away in your arms.

“You stopped singing,” you say quietly, turning your head slightly to kiss his hair, your wine glass forgotten on the kitchen table so you can fully embrace him.

“I just want to hear you,” Matty says softly, his eyes shut against his cheeks, soaking in the sound of your voice and the songs he feels he could dedicate to you in all the right ways. “Won’t you sing for me, darling?”

Matty’s softness warms your whole body, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and the quiet singing of your voice with Leon Bridges sounding throughout the kitchen, the freshly made dinner long forgotten to this quiet dance in the center of the room. Getting lost on your plans with the promise of dancing around your kitchen was something you could always count on with him, and it was something you cherished so deeply, something you craved so much when you were apart, before you were together, that you would never say no. Matty asks to dance, and you’ll be holding his hand all the way out to the floor. His breathing slows as you sway; you would have been worried that he’d was sleeping if not for the occasional squeeze to your backside and a gentle pat to the rhythm of the song.

“I’m not done with you,” Matty sterns as you loosen your grip. Giggles leave your lips, returning to your tightened hold around him and giving him a good squeeze. “Much better.”

“We have all the time in the world to dance,” you promise, and you silently pray that he believes you. “I’ll never not dance with you, Matty.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” you say, pulling away slightly to look at him, your fingers running over his cheek. Matty smiles, and suddenly you’re eighteen again, promising him that you’ll love him even from thousands of miles away, that you wouldn’t run off with someone else, and you’re hearing promises of songs written about you and album dedications and a house that you can live in together that is everything you’ve ever wanted. Matty smiles, and suddenly you’re in your twenties, watching the love of your life live out his dream, and all he wants is you by his side. Matty smiles, and suddenly you’re thirty-three, dancing in the kitchen you always dreamed of having, a ring on your finger, that future you always wanted standing so closely in the distance. “I’ll always say yes.”

Matty grins, his eyes crinkling at the sides, his hands squeezing your hips and pulling you impossibly closer. He wants to be inside your skin, as close to you as physically possible. Matty kisses you deeply, his hands holding your cheeks and rubbing along your skin ever so softly, the kiss warm and welcoming and perfectly familiar. He’s everywhere when you kiss, in your head and on your skin and the butterflies in your stomach and the excitement in your veins. He is impossible not to want, to not need. “You’re mine forever, now, you know that?”

“I want nothing more than to be yours forever. Cross my heart,” you swear, and you mean every word. “Will you always dance with me?”

“Until I can’t hear the music, and even then, I’ll dance with you to the absolute silence,” he says, and you swear that you wish you could bottle his words and hold them forever. “Cross my heart, my darling.”

And the beginning chords of a song you know far too well begins playing, and you’re grabbing your wine glass and taking his hand, twirling under his arm, and stealing sips in between words, his smile a permanent fixture on his lips. “Valerie” by Amy Winehouse is echoing around the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and filling you with joy, the smile on your face contagious it seems. Matty wants to bottle this moment, the way it feels, the excitement he has. It’s you. And it's him. And there is so much waiting for you ahead, so much promised and guaranteed.

Matty is fine with not knowing what all that is, as long as you’re his forever. Cross his heart.

#matty healy #matty healy fic #the 1975 #the 1975 fic #love it if we made it series

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footballffbarbiex · 7 months

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this is what i'm hoping to come back with

these are on my first to write hit lists but that doesn't mean i won't be writing anything else too.

i know i have some more blurbs on here to write but this cold has knocked me on my ass so i'll get on them ASAP.

anything below you're looking forward to?

Antoine Griezmann

Antoine knows you’re watching at home (and there might be a sex ban bet) and plays up for the camera a little.

Baby daddy anto and his little girl braiding one another’s hair.

Watching a scary movie where one is terrified and the other can’t stop laughing

Enjoying some wine after a hectic day

What a better way to brush up on your french than a quick oral lesson?

A clear penalty that wasn’t given leaves a bitter taste in anto’s mouth so you take matters into your own hands and holes.

Baby it’s cold outside so you need warming up in the best way

Tracing his tattoos becomes a form of foreplay…

The only way to ensure you get what you want is to make sure it’s on his mind

Whoever cums first loses

He’s up for a threesome until he realises he doesn’t want to share

He’s thinking about what he wants from you while he’s alone in a hotel (smut)

Anto plans to edge you for as long as possible, even if it takes all day

________

Ben Chilwell

A continuation of the pillow humping drabble

“You’re not the man I married” angst.

________

Ben White

Ben really wants to show you how much he loves the new lingerie

________

Beth Mead

Celebrating winning the euros with her (leads to smut)

________

Charles Leclerc

Charles is left to handle several children by himself, making him one stressed boy.

Enemies to lovers. Slightly AU - he’s an old money prep boy

Secret dating is about to become public

________

Daniel Ricciardo

Cooling down on a hot day only leads to more heat

________

Dominic Calvert Lewin

His curls. Playful and dirty pulling of his hair examples

________

Emre Can

Walking in the summertime with his little girl. Playing with the flowers.

________

Eric Dier

Eric and your daughter are putting on a magic show and he’s the assistant

________

Jack Aitken

Leaving love notes

________

Jack Grealish

Showing Jack just how confident you’re now feeling and dressing up for him

________

Jadon Sancho

Jadon’s ex is causing trouble and their relationship is on thin ice.

Jadon’s dressing up your son to look like him

________

John Stones

Finally having untprotected sex with John.

Unwinding at home with John after a long stressful week (fluff)

John likes to get handsy after some sun, sea and sand.

Over protective baby daddy John

Out and about with the newborn

________

Kepa Arrizabalaga

They split when he was leaving Spain and though things didn’t end bad, it felt like there was little closure. Now they’re back in the same city, are those feelings still there?

________

Kylian Mbappe

Dating Tuchel’s daughter in secret … until it’s no longer a secret. (smut)

________

Leon Goretzka

That first time sex and trying to be quiet

________

Marco Rose

An unexpected pregnancy leaves Marco unsure of himself

________

Mason Mount

Mason takes it upon himself to decorate the nursery

Mason being a good egg during labour

________

Paulo Dybala

She’s a belly dancer and practices a new routine for him

Lazy day in after he’s been to training

Celebrating his birthday with a meal and dessert

Drunken sex headcannon

________

Rodrigo De Paul

Helping her get out of her head (smut)

________

Rúben Dias

1 of 2 - they meet and bond over both being new to Manchester and not having many people around. One thing leads to another and ….

2/2 even though they’re just friends, jealousy gets in the way during a night out and there’s only one way to get rid of that.

A bad mood of yours leads to cockwarming

Rúben doesn’t like that your ex is sniffing around again

You really shouldn’t have sent those nudes while he was away

A new on the pitch agreement leaves him feeling competitive (smut)

Trying to make a baby

You get a tattoo of his jersey number

Watching porn together

NSFW alphabet

She’s his neighbour and drunkenly locked herself out. He’s there to rescue her

You’re home late from work and he’s doing the baby’s bedtime routine

Spending the first night at his (fluff)

Ruben is all manly out of the bedroom, but you’re in charge between the sheets

Squirting for the first time

She’s not there at the ballon d’or with him but he sees what she’s up to and he’s not impressed (smut)

Being manhandled by Ruben

John’s challenged Ruben to No Nut November but can he last?

________

Sergio Ramos

A birthday present for the birthday boy.

________

Trent Alexander Arnold

Sexting quickly escalates.

When a switch meets a switch, who will come out top? (smut)

Your son has only just started walking but Trent’s determined to put a ball at his feet

Trent is trying to be her tour guide in another country but she knows more

________

Threesomes and moresomes

Poch’s daughter has caught the eye of several Liverpool players… ft Joe Gomez / Trent Alexander Arnold / reader / reader’s best female friend / Virgil van Dijk

Thigh riding becomes more - Kepa Arrizabalaga / reader / Mason Mount

3 Lions aren’t just on shirts, they’re also inside you. Dominic Calvert Lewin / reader / Mason Mount / John Stones

________

Unnamed

Making you watch yourself cum + aftercare

Needing to make you forget about the shit day you’ve had

You receive texts throughout the day about what he wants to do to you

You’ve begged for him and he’s not giving you attention. But you’ll take what you want and pay the price later

Public teasing only gets you so far

Sub!player being made to watch and beg to touch you

________

Virgil van Dijk

Restraining and blindfolding Virgil and having your way with him

Meeting your family for the first time

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s0lar-ch3ri · 6 months

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im on a bit of an oliver craze as you might guess, lemme do a ramble!

first off, yes, the angst of ollie remeeting chip and seeing hes dead is juicy, but consider: ollie doesnt understand death. he sees chip, and doesnt think anything of the paleness of his skin or the veins more visible on his skin, the lifeless look in his eyes. "oh, the black sea must have been hell! i knew youd be fine, the riptide pirates always make it through!" hed tell them as hed hug chip, not questioning why the man who normally was warmer then most people from his magic tattoos was now feeling colder then ever. nobody has the courage to tell oliver the truth, his mom doing everything in her power to keep the two further and further apart. ollie cant tell why, and maybe another argument happens. (im writing this part as a lil mini fic dw, lemme just ginish this) chip, kind of literally, cant find himself able to tell him, jay would rather not worry him more then he must have been, even gillion doesnt say a word.

okay now the fic part (basically ollie and his mom argue and its like the first time all over again)

"What is so wrong? Explain it then mom, why is it so bad to tell my friends, who by the way, could have DIED down there, that I missed them?" Oliver was tired of being so clueless to all this, just being the innocent small child needing protection from the 'evil' world. Hell, he was for a while a fully grown adult! Ollie felt the tears stinging his face, and it made him remember what it was like on the Albatross, the waves hitting him slightly either from being too close to Marshal John's escape boat or being close to Gillion's magic. That's why they stung.

"I am trying to protect you Oliver! I haven't had you long and, and I don't want to lose you again! Just trust me, I'm doing what's best for you as your mother."

"WHEN NOBODY WANTS TO TELL ME SHIT, IT'S HARD TO FUCKING TRUST YOU, ISN'T IT?!"

"Oliver Teach! If you want to use that language, then use it in the room, your grounded!" Already, Ollie felt regret for his words, yet the bitter taste poisoned his tongue and filled his body as he climbed the stairs. He saw a glimpse of Erza walking out of her room before he closed the door to their room.

It didn't help that there was the flag of the Albatross in here and had the whole pirate feel. Grabbing a pillow, Ollie screamed more words that'd he get a talking to from his captains if they heard him. After a bit, Oliver put the pillow back on the bed, and looked out on the look out installed into the house for him to use. Furiously wiping away tears wanting to come back, he saw the night sky, and it of course happened to be a full moon. It was as though Lunadeyis wanted him to go see Gillion and Jay and Chip, and with a breathe in, he followed the idea.

With careful scaling which reminded him of Edison Kingdom (he'd have to tell Leon about this for sure), he managed to get down safely. As Oliver ran, he had thoughts juggle softly through his head. Maybe he should have used the window for a less scary experience, maybe he should have locked the door, maybe he should have listened to his mother.

They didn't fully register, not until Oliver had snuck onto the ship. Not before Ollie had climbed up the rope on the slide and onto the main deck. Not while he used tricks he'd seen Chip use to the best of his ability so Alphonze wouldn't be alerted (if that was possible). Only after Ollie had ran below and hopped into Gillion's old barrel did it hit him; it was like the first time all over again, except this time he knew what ship he ended up on, he knew he'd be safe, he knew he'd see his sea family if they left in the middle of the night.

Then the footsteps came. And they got closer. And closer. And Ollie wanted to tell them he's here and ready to rejoin them. He didn't want to be left behind, but maybe the fear of missing his mom all over held him back. Maybe he really was terrified and didn't want to stop being treated like a clueless kid. Maybe he was scared for what would happen if they found him and took him back to his mom all over again.

Of course, a figure opened the barrel, looking more exhausted then when he first saw him.

"Ollie?"

okay i was gonna add the comparison one to this but ill just put it in a reblog lol

#jrwishow #jrwi podcast #jrwi #jrwi show #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi spoilers #jrwi oliver #jrwi ollie #oliver teach #kinda forgetting my writing tag rn so ywah #the rambler.#<- fits the reblog ill do later #the bright smoothie of words #jerwee surpreme

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sapphire-weapon · 7 months

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i’m not sure if you’ve talked about this before so my bad if you have, but i thought this tweet as interesting and feels like yet another nail hammered into aeon’s coffin by the game itself: https://x.com/JENITOP1A/status/1722002324431008122?s=20

If this interpretation holds up, I'm even happier that I got that design tattooed on me LMAO

But yeah this is very THINGS ARE DIFFERENT NOW. THE CHARACTERS ARE DIFFERENT.

The moth symbolism sounds a lot like the Death card in tarot. This is a good description I've found:

The Death card symbolizes the end of a major phase or aspect of your life that you realize is no longer serving you, opening up the possibility of something far more valuable and essential. You must close one door to open another. You need to put the past behind you and part ways, ready to embrace new opportunities and possibilities. It may be difficult to let go of the past, but you will soon see its importance and the promise of renewal and transformation. If you resist these necessary endings, you may experience pain, both emotionally and physically, but if you exercise your imagination and visualize a new possibility, you allow more constructive patterns to emerge.

Similarly, Death shows a time of significant transformation, change, and transition. You need to transform yourself and clear away the old to bring in the new. Any change should be welcomed as a positive, cleansing, transformational force in your life. The death and clearing away of limiting factors can open the door to a broader, more satisfying experience of life.

[...]

Finally, Death is a sign that you need to learn to let go of unhealthy attachments in your life to pave the way to a fuller, more fulfilled life of deeper meaning and significance. Death teaches you to let go of outworn and outgrown ways of life and to move forward from them. This is a perfect card to break a bad habit or pattern of behavior. See this as a time to cut out excess and let go of what is unnecessary for your life. Purge the old belongings, memories and baggage that are getting in your way.

This is different from Ada's symbolism, which is probably best explained with the Star card:

As The Star follows The Tower card in Tarot, it comes as a welcome reprieve after a period of destruction and turmoil. You have endured many challenges and stripped yourself bare of any limiting beliefs that have previously held you back. You are realizing your core essence, who you are beneath all the layers. No matter what life throws your way, you know that you are always connected to the Divine and pure loving energy. You hold a new sense of self, a new appreciation for the core of your Being.

[...]

You may also want to find or rediscover a sense of meaning, inspiration, or purpose in your life. You are making some significant changes in your life, transforming yourself from the old you to the new you and, in doing so, you are bringing about a fresh perspective: “Out with the old and in with the new!” You are choosing the highest version of yourself. This is a profound spiritual journey that will bring greater meaning and purpose into your life and will renew your inner energy. Strip back any limiting beliefs, facades, or deceptions, and live in your authentic nature. Be open to new ideas and growth, and listen to the still voice within.

It really follows what we've been saying for a long time here, in that they hold each other back. Ada made Leon's life miserable, and he has to let go of what she's done to him to move forward. And if Ada sheds her connection to him, she'll become a better version of herself.

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spunky-89s-sunshine · 1 month

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Masterlist of My Favorite Fics

None of these fics are my own, but I needed to organize all my faves for easier access.

Baldur's Gate 3

Halsin

Rescue and Rehabilitation

Self-Image Hurt/Comfort

Bears Have Needs

Fox and Bear

Tav vs Halsin Distractions

Astarion

Professor AU

Arrangement Series

Sex Post-Nightmare

Parents?!

Squirmy Feeding -> Sex

Tav Sister Seer

Vix's Bardlock Series

Halstarion

Strays

Migraine

Gale

Post-Game Reclamation

Tav Died, But She's Fine

Fluff, Smut, and More!

Sorcerer Desk Sex

Rolan

Noble Background Tav

Post Final Battle, Yay We're Alive

Tiefling!Tav Teases Rolan, Then Fucks Him

Rolan Eats His Feelings

Post-Battle Comfort/Cuddles

Stressed Hot Springs

Embarrassing Encounters

Raphael

Last Light Inn Bath

Favorite Warlock Needs A Bath

Raphael/Haarlep Masterlist

Other

Zevlor Just Needs A Hug

Zevlor Leaders in a Hot Spring

Gortash's Persuasion

Varied Masterlist

Another Masterlist

Resident Evil

Leon S. Kennedy

Assistant

Gun Range

Stressed Welcome Home

Masterlist of Spice

Sleepy Morning Sex

Incubus x Hunter

Another Masterlist

A Homecooked Meal

Vampire in a Library

Lonely Homework

Bad Day Made Better

Keeping Quiet in a Closet

Chris Redfield

Newlywed Welcome Home

Angsty Exes on a Near Death Mission

Sex Pollen/drug

Morning in Bed

Teasing Chris in a Meeting

Other

Ada x Reader x Leon

Training Sesh Chris x Leon x Reader

Distracting from Homework C x L x R

Gym Showers C x L X R

Marvel

Druig

Sparrow Series

Incentive Series

One Mind Series

Spicies Masterlist

Headache Fluff

Other

Jack Thomson Masterlist

Jack Thomson I hate you but I don't

Stucky Tattoo AU

Dick Pic Series

Batboys Masterlist

Clark Kent Flannel

Oliver Queen Jealousy and Miscommunication

Other Fandoms

Klaus Mikaelson Werewolf Series

Kol Mikaelson x Depressed!Reader

Kol Mikaelson is an Ice Pack

That One Damon Fic

Eddie Munson Masterlist (Rumor Series)

Stranger Things Fuckery

Stiles Stilinski Collage AU FWB

Teen Wolf Spiceies Masterlist

UNCPanda's Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner Moose the Dog

Draco Malfoy 4pt FWB -> Lovers

#masterlist

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gaykamenriderdreams · 8 months

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oouugh oog I'm emotional about Kamen Rider X episode 25

It's a bit of an odd one- there's a blueprint that's been ripped into pieces, and EVERYONE wants it. And one of the people entrusted with a piece is Dr. Doumoto! Who is a scientist in the same sort of way that Jin Keisuke's dad is a scientist (DEROGATORY).

He destroys his piece... but not before making a copy. Which he burned onto the backs of two kids when they were unconscious. OOF.

Some kidnappings and rescuing later, we end up back at Tachibana's coffeeshop.

And oh yeah, WAIT, those kids aren't out of hot water yet, they still have the marks! They're still targets! Will be for the rest of their lives! After all, what's happened is something that no one can undo, right? Dr. Doumoto sure talks about it like it's irreversible- he even refers to the marks as "a tattoo".

An aside for Historical Context: Laser tattoo removal research started making headway with Leon Goldman in 1960: but until around the 1980's, the techniques available would still cause significant scarring in the affected areas. In the 1974 world of Kamen Rider X... it's just not an option.

BUT WHAT'S THIS?

Jin Keisuke has a solution!! To cure the damage from one laser with another, different laser! THE FUTURE IS NOW (1974)

We cut back to Dr. Doumoto's lab (where Keisuke is blocked to stand on the opposite side of the equipment as Dr. Doumoto did when he applied the marks, hmm hmm HMMM) to find that he's not just found a way to help them, he's done it! It's all good now!

I just. How did Keisuke know how to do this. How did he know about these "Sigma Rays". How did he know they could do that to the marks left by Alpha rays, and more specifically, the marks left by Alpha rays on human skin.

The only answer I can think of is that he was paying attention when his Incredibly Shitty Dad, Jin Keitaro, forced him to help out around HIS Morally Questionable Cyborg Laboratory. And Keisuke finally found something he could use all that watching and listening FOR, to help these kids, in a way only his dad would have been able to.

(...Even if his dad wouldn't have wanted to).

And I just... after the machine's done fixing the damage, Keisuke just kinda. Awkwardly slaps 'em both on the back.

They're not asleep or anything he doesn't need to wake them up he just. Does it.

(It makes a big THWACK noise it's VERY funny.)

But I just can't help thinking. Does. Does Keisuke really know how to interact with kids?? What's his experience, historically? He tends to be almost nervously polite around them, and here, it's... I just...

So he's trying to comfort two kids. Who got knocked unconscious, and then had their bodies modified without their permission, or even their knowledge. Who had to be told later about what had been done to them, suddenly discover they'd been changed.

(Oh, that sounds kinda familiar, doesn't it. Hmm.)

Does he give them one sharp pat on the back because that's the warmest, most supportive thing he can think of to do?

... Is that the warmest, most supportive gesture that Keitaro ever gave him?

Keisuke seems so, so happy to give these kids the chance to undo what was done to them, to "rub out" the marks that were left, return their bodies to the way they used to be.

But... there's really no one that can do the same for him.

(And even if there was, would his dad really want to? Would he even bother to try?)

#Kamen Rider X #Jin Keisuke #FUCK Jin Keisuke's dad that guy's an asshole #I'm just glad that Keisuke can use the experience of all. THAT. To do something HE wants to do (help people)#Happy Wet Boy Wednesday To Those Who Celebrate

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tiny-elf-of-doom · 1 year

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The Outlet - RE Vendetta

After returning home from a mission, Leon and Chris have a lot of built up emotion that needs released.

MDNI with this story.

🔞 Warnings: smut, mxm, feral, growling, rough, dirty talk, degrading, screaming, pain, cursing, angry sex, crying, throwing up, emotional aftercare, spit, bottom!Leon, top!Chris, breeding(ish), cnc (pre-discussed w/consent), experimenting, violence, blood & bodily injury.

This mission had been the most intense one by far. Chris and Leon might have been experienced with handling undead forces, but to return to where all the chaos began was difficult. “An old evil left unburied” as Leon described it. Zombies continued to mutate into terrifying beasts, some worse than the ones seen years ago. At least none of the team died this time, unlike so many others.

Hope was such a lost cause.

Normally, miracles didn't happen for Chris and Leon, but when the entirety of Raccoon City was doused in a newly developed cure to end all illness, the years of work they put in suddenly dissolved. Each person they killed had meant nothing if they could have been saved that day. What fighting chance remained in tainted memories? They would ever know that answer, which left them feeling as if time had been wasted.

Chris tried to make jokes in the helicopter, though it was done more for the sake of their companion, Rebecca. When the woman finally fell asleep, Chris gave her his seat, allowing her to use the entire bench as a bed. She looked so peaceful with that thin blanket tucked around her small frame. Leon had scooted over, offering Chris a seat next to him.

They remained silent for quite some time. That is, until Chris laid a hand on his partner's thigh. Leon peered over, noticing a darkness in his eyes.

"Are we going through with our plans?" Leon finally asked.

Chris nodded, "if you want to. If not, you gotta tell me now."

Leon exhaled a strangled breath, contemplating what he’d agreed to the previous night. It took him a minute to decide, but he eventually landed on an answer: "I'm in."

"Okay. I’d get immersed in the fantasy as soon as possible, Leon. I don’t want to scare you, but I'm not holding back once I find you.”

~*~

Returning to the BSAA headquarters, there was only one thing on Leon's mind, and that was a shower. He had everything he needed in his backpack from body wash and hair care, to fragrance and styling products. It was mandatory that he felt clean as missions often left him caked in sweat and dried blood. The man took his time lathering his skin. Every sud felt incredible. He combed the conditioner through his hair in order to scrape out the chunks. Eventually, the water ran clear.

Just as Leon was about to exit the shower, a familiar face entered the stall with him. It had been Chris, completely naked with a terrifying stillness in his expression. Leon allowed himself to be backed into the corner of the shower, knowing what was about to take place.

Guess we're starting now.

"Turn around, hands on the tiles and spread your legs," Chris ordered.

Leon felt his breath hitch but complied. The tiles trailing higher up the wall were cold to the touch. Chris did a full inspection of the man from head to toe, tracing the delicate skin of his inner thighs, stomach, under his arms, and along the curve of his jaw. Leon was a lean, handcrafted figure, but the one thing Chris loved most about him was that tribal tattoo on his lower back.

Kneeling behind Leon, Chris traced the curves of the tattoo with his tongue, squeezing his partner’s glutes just below the pattern. These motions were surprisingly soft, which worried Leon. He was expecting Chris to be rougher, angrier, but just as their plans were appearing to go south, Chris slapped Leon hard on the ass. A mark began to appear in place of Chris's hand. Skilled training came in handy for the beefy man as he wrestled Leon to the shower floor, forcing him to bend over his left knee.

Another slap met the tender flesh of Leon's buttocks. Those giant hands were perfect weapons, causing his partner to cringe from the brutal sting. Over and over, Chris's palm came crashing onto Leon's backside until it was blazing red. Such a nice shade of crimson, perfect against the creamy skin.

"You missed a spot, Kennedy," Chris said while grabbing the loofah Leon had dropped.

Shameless, Chris shoved it between the man's cheeks and began scrubbing violently. Leon tried to protest as his skin was already so sore from the spankings, but Chris slapped him again, impossibly harder this time.

"Hands in front of you, Kennedy. You can grab my ankle if you need to, but do not interfere any further."

Defeated, Leon placed his hands on the floor. Chris continued to scrub until the skin between his partner's cheeks was raw, and even then he had the nerve to pinch the bruises. Spit had flew from Chris's lips, landing on Leon's exposed hole. It twitched under his thick fingers as they circled the precious muscles. Without warning, one digit slid inside. It squirmed and wriggled, pumping at a speed that Leon wasn't ready for. He growled in frustration at the arousing pain.

Barely able to take another finger, Chris started to force another one in. Leon couldn't keep himself quiet very long as he began to scream. His voice echoed around the bathroom, annoying the hell out of Chris to the point where he took one of the unused washcloths and shoved it in Leon's mouth.

"Take it out and you'll have your hands tied, got it?"

Leon mumbled a "yes," though it was a very miserable "yes." More saliva was added to the man's fingers as they shoved their way into Leon's body. Chris was groaning loudly in enjoyment above his partner. What an animal, Leon thought to himself. There was an odd fascination that Chris had with Leon's hole. He would pull his fingers out to watch the ring contract and enlarge before letting drool drop onto the opening. Leon hated being spat on, it was degrading, filthy. His distaste must have been made audible because Chris suddenly became aggressive.

"What's wrong, Kennedy? Don't like my spit?" The larger man's body had moved to crouch behind Leon, face to face with his suffering hole. "You're going to grab these cheeks and keep them apart until I'm done back here, got it?"

Ignoring his dry mouth from the washcloth, Leon still managed to push it from his lips, "and if I don't?"

"Then I'm going shove your pistol up your ass and play Russian roulette," Chris replied. “I’m not the type to fuck around with, you know that.”

Yes, Leon did know. However, he wouldn't budge. Seeing Leon act in retaliation meant Chris would have to convince the brat to listen. He figured, fine, be that way, and began lining up his erection with Leon's backside. Immediate panic filled Leon as searing pain rushed into his abdomen. It felt as if his torso were being split in half, starting from the ass, all the way up his belly. Such agony sent Leon into another round of screaming, one that Chris didn't even bother muffling. That tight entrance clasped onto the pulsating veins in his cock. It was unlike any other experience Chris had in months. He loved it; hurting someone.

"If you would have let me lube you up, then this wouldn't be an issue, Leon, but I guess your whore ass just couldn't wait, huh?" Chris mocked, pushing further in.

It took a hot minute, but soon he got his entire length to fit in that puckered hole. Such an intrusion made Leon’s legs shake uncontrollably. His nails dug into the tile floor, searching for something to cling to as Chris pulled his hips back and thrusted forward. From that single movement, the pace increased to where Leon's bruised skin was ignited by the meat of Chris's thighs. His insides burned the harder those hips snapped. Instead of pulling away, or trying to escape the moment, Leon convinced himself to go limp.

Those pretty, blue eyes reddened as tears streamed down his face. Whimpering sounds matched the tempo of Chris's heated grunts. There was a twitch in the large man's cock; he was truly getting off on the pain he was inflicting. Welts formed on Leon's hips where Chris gripped them, and with a single hand, those long strands of dark hair were yanked backwards. The way he arched his back had Chris nearly frothing.

The tyrant had pressed his mouth to Leon's ear, biting down until he tasted blood. "You're such a whore, Kennedy... I hear you getting your ass pounded every other night when we’re home. You like it rough, don't you?”

"Please, slow down... it hurts... can feel it in my stomach," Leon pleaded, "gonna throw up..."

"Then throw up, sissy," Chris growled in return. "You get all these old guys that can’t keep up with you, but as soon as you sleep with a real man, you start acting like a pussy! Tell me how much you love this; how much you love being fucked stupid!"

A gagging sound erupted from Leon as his head was thrown forward. The man did, in fact, throw up, yet it didn't hinder Chris from pounding into that sweet ass. Never in Leon's entire life, within his career, or in his friendship with Chris, did he ever experience such abuse. Sure, everything was discussed prior and there was still shared consent, but it was the nastiest sex he had ever had. Chris was the predator and Leon was the prey, and in a way, it felt natural. Needy mammals blowing off steam, understanding what it meant to physically suffer.

Without anymore thoughts left in Leon's head, he began to pump his dick, coughing and wheezing.

Chris noticed this and snickered, "did the vomit feel that good?"

"Yes, Redfield... just keep," Leon gagged once more, "fucking me."

"Shit, Kennedy-" Chris gasped before ramming himself into Leon with all the strength he had left in his torso.

The agent was close. Leon waited for Chris to join him before he came, jerking his dick lazily as white scattered over the tiles. Beastly howls followed a hot liquid that trailed out of Chris's cock. It coated Leon's guts, making his nausea worse. The piston motions were slowing, leaving Chris in a state of absolute bliss. Nothing existed beyond him and the running water that trickled down his back from the shower head.

"Leon," his voice was distant, "Leon," until he saw the shower room once again, "holy shit, Leon!"

Chris rushed to turn the water off and carefully maneuvered his friend into his arms. Leon was dead weight, breaths crackling from left over bile caught in his throat. Of all the times he had hurt Leon during their sexual encounters, this had to have been the worst.

"Hey, Leon, are you with me?" Chris pleaded, cupping his chin gently.

"Y-Yeah man," he gasped, "I'm with ya."

"I'm sorry... I went too far. My reptile brain kicked in... you felt so good. You always feel good… I couldn't stop..."

Leon had wanted to punch Chris in the face that entire time, but due to his current state, the best he could do was slap him.

"Don't ask me to do something like that, then apologize for it. Man up, Redfield. Own up to your perversion...fucking dick…"

And Leon began to cry, burying his face in the crook of his elbow. Chris held his partner close, rubbing his back and laying small kisses on his hairline. The touch was tender, loving. Listening to Leon cry was one of the saddest things Chris had ever heard, mainly because Leon didn't cry. His emotions were not something he expressed openly. Whether it was for the fear of judgement or perception of weakness, Chris wasn’t sure, but in that moment, it didn't matter who heard him. Both men needed to let their guards down with a trusted friend.

At least they had an outlet.

At least they had each other.

#resident evil #resident evil vendetta #vendetta #fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #18+#violent #extreme #you’ve been warned #resident evil leon #resident evil chris #leon kennedy #chris redfield #emotions are complicated #caution #read the warnings #seriously read the warnings #triggering stuff

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