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that-sarcastic-writer · 1 year

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Say it

Pairing: RE4R!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Reader

Summary: After coming back from Spain, Leon has been acting distant. You think seeing a face from the past has messed with his feelings, and he wants to prove you that is not the case.

Takes place after the events of re4 remake, mentions the events of RE2 remake as well

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), p in v, creampie, choking, praise kink, soft dom leon, he talks you through it, they're both just desperate for each other, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, language, established relationship

WC: 4.4k

A/N: I've been thinking about this mf ever since I played the remake. So I wrote this self indulgent piece of filth. This is my first time writing for him so pls be kind. Enjoy :)

You can also read this over at Ao3 (but pls still reblog and shit here thank u)

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You knew you had no right to be upset, not when you knew damn well what he went through. Or more so, you didn’t actually know what he went through, so you couldn’t possibly imagine what was going through his head right now. But still, you knew something else was in his head, and it wasn’t just the horrors he had to deal with to come back alive from Spain. There was something else in his mind. You knew it.

This silence, it was killing you. Leon wasn’t much of a talker to begin with, not after Raccoon City, but for the better part of a decade, you learned to be comfortable with his silence. Right now though, you just felt uncomfortable.

“Want me to pour you one?”

Oh he speaks.

You lifted your head from the pile of papers on your lap at the sound of his voice, you saw him standing in front of the small cabinet where he kept all of his alcohol, glass and bottle of expensive whiskey in hand. You half smiled at him and shook your head.

“Not right now, thank you.” You watched him shrug in response and take a long sip of his glass, before he walked over to join you on the couch. But he sat on the opposite end.

You frowned a bit when he sat so far, but you chose to not comment on it and instead brought your attention back to your paper. A good five minutes went by, and you had made zero improvements, you hadn't even picked up the pen again, so Leon spoke again.

“How’s the paper coming along?” He asked with a clear of his throat as he sat back, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and his head was turned in your direction.

You sighed heavily, “It’s not. I can’t for the life of me come up with the right words.” You groaned softly as you threw your head back and rubbed your tired eyes.

You were in the same place you were a little less than a week ago, when Leon left to find Ashley Graham in the middle of nowhere Spain, not knowing if you’d ever see him again or not. You couldn’t even sleep, or eat, let alone focus on a paper. And although Leon was now home, alive, you were still preoccupied.

“And that is exactly why I dropped out.”

“This is a Phd program, not my second year of undergrad. Undergrad was nowhere near as bad as this.” You snorted softly and shot him a look. He gave you an annoyed look knowing you were teasing him. “Besides, what you do is way worse than some paper. Fighting weird cults and bioweapons or whatever they’re called.”

“Yeah..” He scoffed out a laugh, but it wasn’t humorous. His expression quickly turned serious as he looked down at his lap. You could see the way his grip tightened the slightest bit around his glass and his jaw ticked.

He had been home a few days by now, having stayed in D.C for a few days to finish all of the report and briefing, and you hadn’t talked about what had happened to him in Spain, just that Ashley was safe, and some weird cult was behind it all, but he couldn’t say much more, or maybe just didn’t want to. Regardless, any mention of it would make him tense up.

He got quiet, and his eyes not once looked your way again. You bit the inside of your cheek and sat up, leaning over your knees to be able to reach him.

“Leon,” You said his name softly and a gentle hand touched his leg. You felt him tense up, but he didn’t make any attempts to move away from your touch. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t care if he didn’t want to open up, you didn’t expect him to, and you would never force him to, but you wanted him to know you would listen if he did.

A shaky exhale left his lips, but he nodded. “Yeah baby, I’m good.” He answered after a few seconds, forcing a smile and forced himself to look your way, but his eyes never met with yours.

God this was killing you.

Before you could respond, he downed the rest of his whiskey before rising to his feet and he started walking without saying a word. Oh no. Absolutely not. If there was something that made your blood boil, it was him walking away in the middle of a conversation. The avoidance. That was something you couldn’t deal with.

“Leon.” You called his name firmly as you stood up and looked at him with a frown. He turned around with an exasperated spin and a tight jaw, frustration already starting to show. “Do not give me that look, Leon Kennedy.”

He smacked his tongue softly, holding back the urge to roll his eyes, “I’m not. I’m just..” He didn’t finish his sentence, he just sighed out loudly.

You let out your own sigh as you walked to stand in front of him. You stared up at him, eyes big as you met his pale blue ones. They looked emptier and less bright every time he came back from a mission, but this look, this look that screamed he was having a mental hurricane, he only had it after Raccoon City.

“Baby I know… I don’t, I don’t know what you saw, or did in Spain, and I know you’re having a hard time right now. I just..” You sighed shakily, bringing your hands up to hold his face between them. He tensed up again, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his head hung low, but he said nothing and didn’t move away either. “See, this is what I mean. You don’t even want me to touch you. I want to comfort you, I want to help, but you won’t let me. I thought.. I thought we were past that.”

Your hands were at your sides now, and you had taken a step back from him. That seemed to make him look at you, now with big eyes full of guilt, like he hadn’t even realized he was rejecting you. He had been in his own head, not being able to forget the events of Spain, and not being able to sort out his feelings like he knew he should have. God, had he been acting like this the whole time he was home? Rejecting your attempts at comfort?

“Baby..” He stepped forward, closing the gap you had just created, but he didn’t touch you. He just looked at you, lips parted. He didn’t know how to tell you. “It’s not that.. And it’s not you. In Spain.. There was someone else on that island..”

You stared at him with confusion at first, unsure what exactly that had to do with this. His eyes searched for yours with this guilt ridden and conflicted look. The same look he gave you after Raccoon City. The same one he gave you before he told you he needed time. And then it dawned on you.

Someone else.

“You saw her again, didn’t you?” Realization quickly flashed over your face, and that quickly turned into a mixture of anger and hurt as your gaze hardened. Leon saw it. “That’s what it is. You saw Ada. You saw Ada and now you have your balls all twisted up. Again.”

Now it was you who was walking away from him. You weren’t even going to argue this time, and you didn’t want to wait for him to tell you he needed time again. You were halfway up the stairs when Leon started to call your name, but you ignored him and simply turned the corner into your shared bedroom.

“Shit.” He cursed to himself, sprinting after you, missing two steps and nearly tripping up the stairs in the process.

By the time he made it to your bedroom you already had a backpack thrown on the bed as you aggressively threw clothes into it. His eyes widened with slight panic when he realized what you were doing.

“Hey, woah. It’s the middle of the night, where the hell are you going?” He huffed, walking back and forth between the bed and your dresser as you continued to aggressively toss clothes on the bed.

“Claire’s. Move.” You muttered as you stopped on your heels when Leon stood right in front of you, arms folded over his chest like a wall between you and your dresser. “Leon, I swear to God.”

“Just listen. It wasn’t like that. Nothing happened, sweetheart I swear.” God he wanted to hold you so bad, he didn’t realize just how much until now. But he didn’t reach for you, he kept his arms over his chest, afraid you would backhand him if he tried.

“Yeah, ‘cause you probably realized she was just using you again, so you had no other choice but to come back home to me, and not with her, right?” You scoffed, the hurt and betrayal clear in your voice. He opened his mouth, but you didn’t even let him speak, “And before you ask me for time to sort out your feelings, I'm just gonna go stay at Claire’s, and maybe don’t bother looking for me this time.”

You grabbed the backpack from the bed with whatever you managed to shove in there and started to walk to the door. But Leon was faster than you, stronger too. And before you could step foot outside that bedroom, he had closed the door and backed you into it, both of his hands pressed flat on the door on either side of your head. Your eyes were wide when you looked at him, lips parted but he didn’t let you speak this time.

“Do not say another word, don’t you fucking dare. Just listen to me.” He stressed every word with an authority that instantly made you close your mouth. You blinked a couple of times but didn’t dare say a word. So he continued. “Get this through your head, Ada means absolutely nothing to me anymore. She asked me to go with her, after everything and I.. I said no. I said no ‘cause I want nothing to do with her. I said no ‘cause I wanted to come home to you.”

“Leon..”

He shook his head at you as one of his hands gripped your jaw tightly and he bowed his head to speak closely to you. “I know I’ve been an asshole to you these past few days, I didn't realize I was shutting you out, and I’m sorry. But know that I would never chose Ada over you, not now, not fucking ever. I love you and I’m gonna marry you someday, don’t ever question that.”

You could hear your own breath, his breath, and he kept a tight grip on your jaw as his nose brushed against yours. You closed your eyes and sigh left your lips as you leaned in to press your lips against his, but he pulled back enough to leave you chasing.

"Stay here. Please baby." His voice was low and almost desperate. Fuck, you wanted him take you right then and there. You couldn't even speak, you just nodded, eyes still closed and lips parted. "Say it."

"Yes. Yes, I'll stay, just.." You breathed out the words, mirroring his desperate tone as you clenched your fists around his t-shirt, pulling his body flush against yours. "Please."

His mouth came crashing down against yours so hard he pulled a gasp from your throat. But it quickly turned into a whimper when he angled your head back, allowing him to slip in his tongue. And you happily allowed him to do so as his other hand gripped the back of your thigh.

"Up." He mumbled against your lips as he nearly effortlessly hoisted you up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso.

He walked the short distance to the bed, fingers squeezing your thigh and lips never leaving yours. He only pulled away when he laid you down on the mattress. You were about to whine when he leaned back, but you only managed to suck in a sharp breath as you watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. Your eyes landed on the bruises and injuries he had come home with, a large knife cut across his bicep, now slightly pink as it began to heal, another smaller one above his collarbone, less angry looking, and more purple bruises than you could count, but they were starting to heal as well. Goddamn, even bruised he was the most gorgeous man you have ever seen. Clearly you must've been distracted by the absolute sight that was your boyfriend because you didn’t realize he started to undress you as well until he pulled your t-shirt -that was actually one of his old ones- over your head. He flashed you with a grin and a look that was outright filthy before he leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of your breasts while one of his hands played with the other.

The whimper that fell from your lips was almost pathetic, and you couldn’t help but arch your back further into Leon’s mouth, his lips sending shocks of electricity down your spine.

“Please Leon.” You weren’t exactly sure what you were begging for, but you were begging.

He pulled back from your breast with a hum, and tilted his head at you, “Please what?” You gave him a pitiful look, and made a sound resembling a whine. He simply stared at you with feign innocence, “What, baby? What do you want? Tell me.”

Oh Leon S. Kennedy. That S didn’t stand for Scott, it stood for stubborn, because he had to have his way, no matter what.

You made the same pathetic noise, instinctively trying to rub your thighs together to give yourself to relief, but of course, Leon’s body was right in the fucking way, “Please I want.. Ugh fuck sakes Leon. I want your mouth, I want your cock, I want all of you, please.”

Leon had this smug smirk on his lips and he hummed, satisfied with your pathetic pleads, “Alright baby, this is what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna make you come on my tongue, then you can come on my cock all you want. Would you like that?”

God, the look you gave him right then made him want to split you wide open. That look of pure need that you could only give him, that you have only given him. And you nodded with so much eagerness it was almost adorable.

“Do you remember how to speak sweetheart?” He asked with this mocking voice and a smirk that made you pull your lips into a small pout as you nodded, and then he smiled at you, head tilted, “Then use your words. Say ‘yes Leon’.”

This motherfucker.

You grumbled a whine of annoyance, for a moment feeling defiant, but Leon quickly gave you a warning look, a look that had you backing down pretty fucking quick, “Yes Leon.” You finally said, hoping that would get you what you wanted.

So he is stubborn, and an arrogant asshole. Checks out.

He gave you a satisfied smirk, and planted a hard kiss to your lips before he moved down the bed. He pressed his lips to your stomach as he pulled your pajama pants down your legs, your panties quickly following. You shivered softly when the cold air hit your core, but the cold was quickly replaced with his warm breath. His pale sapphire eyes found yours for a second as he threw your legs over his broad shoulders, pulling you closer to his face. He dragged his tongue from your entrance to your clit and drew his tongue over the sensitive bud. The sounds that were coming from your mouth were anything but subtle. Your hands instantly flew to clutch his long hair. And while you might have not intended to pull, when two of his fingers slipped into you to join the rhythm of his tongue, you just couldn’t help yourself. You pulled, and fucking hard. He growled, sending vibrations through your core that had you gasping and he dug his other hand into your thigh as he forced you still on the mattress.

“Oooh fuck, fuck Leon,” Your broken moans filled his ears, just as he felt the burn on his scalp from your pulling.

He knew exactly where his mouth needed to be and where his fingers needed to curl to make you come apart, he prided himself in that. And with the way you kept crying out his name and your body wouldn’t stay on the mattress, he knew you had to be pretty fucking close.

“Stay fucking still.” He growled as he pulled back enough for his thumb to replace his tongue for just a second, just so he could watch the way your body writhed each time his fingers brushed against your most sensitive spot. “Yeah that’s it, you’re so close, aren’t you baby? Mhm yeah. C’mon pretty girl, c’mon.”

His tongue quickly replaced his thumb on your clit, his lips closing around the swollen bud as his fingers scissored you open, the lewd sound of his mouth lapping at your dripping cunt filling your ears in the most delicious way possible. And you couldn’t help it, you pushed his head further against you, and the growl that rumbled in his throat as he abused your clit sent vibrations that had you seeing white. Your release coated his face and hand as you fell into a fit of shaking sobs.

His fingers left you slowly, making sure you felt every second of it as his tongue still circled slowly around your swollen clit, not stopping until you were practically pulling him away by his hair, your body still twitching a bit. He chuckled softly, leaving a wet kiss to your thigh in silent praise before slowly climbing up your body.

You opened your eyes to find him settled between your parted thighs, two fingers in his mouth and he moaned lowly as he tasted your juices off his fingers. Your mouth was wide open, and a whine left your lips.

“Hm? Wanna taste baby?” He smirked as he pulled his fingers from his lips and leaned down, pulling you into a messy kiss by your jaw. You could taste yourself on his tongue, on his lips, and fuck, it had you clenching around nothing. He groaned softly, his clothed cock brushing against your wet cunt. He quickly pulled back, seemingly not wanting to wait any longer. “You taste so fucking good, but you feel even better.”

He ridded himself of his sweatpants in a second or two, boxer briefs quickly joining on the floor. He hissed softly as he sat on his knees and brushed his cock over your entrance, covering himself in your slick.

“Please babe..” You whine softly, legs dangling over his hips as you endured his torture. He chuckled softly and nodded.

“Yeah, don’t worry sweetheart, I got you.” He dug his teeth into his bottom lip as he leaned over you, your legs high on his torso as he slowly filled you, your walls instantly clenching around his cock.

Leon moaned softly, eyes squeezing shut as he slipped further inside you, fingers digging into your hips with enough force to bruise, “Oooh fuck yeah, atta girl.”

You could only moan weakly in response, sounds so pathetic and broken, and Leon loved every goddamn second of it. He sat still for a few seconds, soaking in the feeling of your tight walls around his cock, but the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders encouraged him to move. He snapped his hips, over, and over, each delicious drag of his cock making you cry out. His pace was brutal almost immediately, and you were clinging on to him like that was all you were meant to do, to take everything he had to give you.

“Goddamn, you’re taking my cock so well baby. Mhmm, doing such a good job,” His words were coming out in between moans and whimpers, the feeling of you cunt clutching him so well making him just as desperate as he made you. “This is what you needed, hm pretty girl? Yeah, me too.”

He had your knees nearly pressed up to your chest by then as he fucked you into the matress, and you took it happily. You nodded eagerly, gripping his hair and pulling his face from your neck to meet your gaze. “You’re.. You’re mine, mkay? Just mine.”

Your words of ownership caught him by surprise, and he laughed between pants, biting down on his lip and he hovered over you enough to press his forehead against yours, the change in angle allowing him to hit your most sensitive spot, and he had you mouth wide open.

“Yours huh? I’m yours?” He asked with a wide smirk, your words clearly riling him up. You nodded quickly. “This dick is just yours, right baby? Is that what you want me to say? That no one else can have me? That no one else deserves it?”

He grunted out the words, lacking as much control as you did, but still in control enough to taunt you, to get you going, and fuck, he got you going like one else could. You were practically screaming ‘yes!’ at the top of your lungs. Your neighbors probably knew Leon was back by then. But neither of you could honestly be bothered to care about noise.

“Yes! Yes, only I can have you.” Your words were broken, your voice was absolutely broken in between fits of sobs. Your hands were gripping at his blonde strands as your toes curled, the flash of heat you so desperately craved to feel a second time settling in your body as you continued to take in his punishing thrusts. But you still managed to say, “Please say it. That you’re mine. Fuck, please say it.”

Fuck, when you begged him like that, so close to falling apart for him, how could he ever deny you anything?”

The moan that fell from his lips at your words left you shaking, but you were not ready for what he decided to do next. He leaned down, as close as he could to your face, lips almost touching as he wrapped his large hand around your throat, and between pants he said, “I’m all yours baby.”

You don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your entire life, and Leon felt it. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as your walls clenched around him, hard. A shaky whimper left his mouth as his hips started to falter, his thrusts becoming more sharp and shallow the closer he was to his own release. You held him tightly, fingers gripping his hair and his name left your lips in soft sighs enticing him to fall apart as well.

“Mmm goddamn, I’m so close. Fuck, let me come inside you baby. Ugh,” His words were shaky, so close to falling apart. You nodded eagerly, clinging onto to him as he squeezed your throat, his moans getting louder and shakier before he fell still, cock twitching as he spilled himself inside you, “Ooooh fuck, mhmm that’s it baby. Take it like the good girl that you are.”

You closed your eyes in delight, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you ran your fingers through his slick hair soothingly, his hand now resting beside your head just as he rested his face on your neck. His quick and heavy breaths were hot on your neck, just as his body was hot on yours, but neither of you wanted to move, or leave the other. He needed you to hold him, and you needed him to let you. He never wanted you to doubt what he felt for you, ever again.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this, holding each other, Leon still inside you. Probably once he no longer had the energy to keep his weight off you, so with a kiss to your jaw, he moved away, lying beside you instead. He ran a hand through his disheveled and sweaty strands, getting his hair away from his face. With a lazy smile, he glanced over at you, equally fucked out, hair just as sweaty and disheveled as his. He bit his lip softly and leaned over to press a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed softly, bringing your hand to hold his face.

“Mmm, I think I should make you jealous more often if you’re gonna fuck me like that.” He laughed softly, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. You pulled back enough to look at him and you glared at him, nudging his head away. He only laughed harder.

“That was no jealousy, you asshole.” You rolled your eyes at him, lips slightly pursed, but the way he smiled at you and tilted his head made you crack a small smile. “I’m serious. Leon I swear to God if I find out you contact her again I will stab you in your sleep with your own knife.”

Leon knew your threat of bodily harm wasn’t serious, but he knew the reason behind it was, he knew he hurt you after Raccoon City, and it took him a long time to earn back your trust, and he would never put you through that again.

“I won’t, I want nothing to do with her. I never did. I love you, that’s never going to change, yeah?” He leaned forward, a small smile tugging at his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile too. You believed him.

“I know. I love you too.”

“Good. Now I’ll go run us a bath for round two.” He shot you a wink as he got up and laughed when he saw the look you gave him, “That was a joke. I meant to get cleaned up.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and simply shook your head as you watched him walk across your bedroom, but when he was about to walk out, you called his name.

“Yeah baby?” He said, peeking his head into your bedroom from the hallway.

“So, when are we getting married?”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon smut #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 remake

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hornedqueenofhell · 10 months

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Shared Interests Pt. 1

“...and that’s where we will be ending things for tonight!” Eddie says, clapping his hands together and leaning back in his chair while the children cry foul.

“We’ve only been going for three hours!”

“We didn’t even do anything except go shopping!”

“But what about the tip we just got to find Lolth’s lair?”

Eddie’s expression darkens and he smacks his hand on the table to shut everyone up, “We will continue with all of that next time but tonight Steve and I have plans.”

“What kind of plans?” Will asks, he’s the calmest of all of them and generally enjoys hearing about Eddie and Steve being happy in their relationship.

“Stevie is taking me to a baseball game.” Eddie replies and Mike and Dustin explode.

“You’re ditching Hellfire for a sports game?! What the fuck man?” Mike shouts, almost sweeping his things off the table with his arms flailing about so wildly.

“Language” Eddie says before getting a thousand yard stare briefly as he realizes the words that just came out of his mouth. Christ, Steve really was rubbing off on him… in more ways than one.

“So you can tell us to just go find a replacement instead of rescheduling but when you decide to take the night off we just have to deal?” Dustin bites out causing Eddie’s eyes to snap to him and then briefly dart over to Lucas.

Eddie had apologized profusely from his hospital bed, even before Steve had chewed him out for replacing Lucas with his sister. He knew Lucas still felt a bit wary around him when he got manic, which was understandable after everything he'd been through. They had been doing better though, Eddie would rather die than admit it but Lucas had good relationship advice. And he spoke jock so Eddie could ask him for things to say to impress Steve, usually it just made his boyfriend laugh but Eddie still counted it.

“Why a baseball game?” Lucas asks, Eddie turns to him and scrubs a hand through his hair.

“Because Steve likes the Cubs.” It had been the primary source of bonding between Steve and Wayne, both of them finally happy to have someone to talk about sports with.

“So?” Mike is looking at Eddie like he doesn’t recognize the older man anymore.

“Because couples generally like spending time together?” He’s not sure where the confusion here is.

Dustin scoffs, “Steve already goes to your shows and hangs out during d&d, how much more time do you two need to spend together?” Mike nods in agreement but Lucas has a small smile now and Eddie reaches out to squeeze his shoulder and ruffle his hair with a grin.

“Boys, what do those two things have in common that me seeing a baseball game with your babysitter doesn’t?” he asks as Lucas bats his hand away.

“Your things are actually cool?” Mike

“They’re in Hawkins?” Dustin

“They’re Eddie’s hobbies.” Lucas for the win! At Eddie’s confirming nod the other two turn to Lucas looking confused.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Lucas sighs at Mike and pats Will’s shoulder consolingly. His friend really needs a better guy to crush on. “And this is why El is done with your ass dude. You gotta share in your partner’s hobbies too man. Steve goes to Eddie’s shows even though he’s not a fan of metal because he likes Eddie. It wouldn’t be fair to Steve if Eddie wasn’t willing to do the same.”

“It definitely doesn’t make your partner feel good when you just dismiss their interests.” Eddie fidgets with his rings as his eyes drop to the table. He knew that he wasn’t used to relationships, Steve being his first boyfriend ever, and learning the hard way that compromise was a very necessary thing had been a difficult concept to wrap his head around at first. He’d complained about Steve trying to invite him to ‘normie’ events or playing his music until Steve, tired of feeling like Eddie didn’t actually care about him, told him that maybe they were better off seeing other people.

Eddie had reacted poorly and it wasn’t until his bandmates called him out when he’d tried to complain to them about their fight that he’d figured it out. He still wasn’t a fan of baseball but seeing Steve light up as he’d explained to Eddie why everyone was cheering about a specific player or hit made sitting through the games more than worth it. And Steve wrapping Eddie up in his members only jacket in the parking lot before sneaking a little kiss hadn’t been too bad either.

So they would go see the occasional home game, season tickets being one of the ‘expensive presents definitely make up for the fact we’re shitty parents’ gifts Steve got for a Christmas present last year. Or sometimes when Eddie has a game or just isn’t feeling social Steve will take Wayne and Eddie gets the trailer to himself for several hours. He can take a nice long shower, practice voices for his campaigns, make himself a snack while naked in the kitchen. Or go to Steve’s and cook him something nice for dinner then head upstairs and open himself up on his boyfriend's bed before pulling out a book and waiting for Steve to get back and rail him through the mattress.

"So what, you're going to sit at a baseball game and just pretend to be interested in it so you can score points with some washed up jock?"

"First off Wheeler, check the fucking attitude. I don't know what it is with you and your sister that you think you can just say the most awful things about Steve and face no repercussions but I will absolutely ban you if you don't start treating Steve with some basic human decency. Second off, I don't have to like baseball, it’s the same way with Steve not being super into my music. We are very different people so we sometimes struggle to find common ground, and when our interests don't line up we have to find ways to make it work. Because, as I'm still figuring out, that's kind of a big part of being in a healthy relationship."

Pt 2

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair

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writingdisposal · 3 months

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I can't stop thinking about Vox.

There two ways to think about Vox as a regular love interest. You could think that because this might be his first time ever genuinely liking someone, he'd stumble over his words and struggle to charm their little crush. He is just so overwhelmed with these new emotions. He doesn't know how to act, especially when his old tactics don't result in the expected reactions from you.

This version is cute, but I feel like, it's inaccurate to his character. I can agree that you might be his first genuine crush, but I don't think he'd get nervous that badly.

The first times these emotions rise up, he swallows them down. Yeah, yeah, a pretty face walks by. Of course, it'll peak his interest, but he can't lose sight of his goals and that is to broaden his influence. He will only have to confront his crush once you both get to talking.

"The name's Vox," he lowly spoke, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, "It's a pleasure meeting you." Quickly you take your hand back, not hiding your disinterest. "Oh please, the pleasure is all mine," you reply, noting his smile becoming a little straint, "Let's skip right ahead to business. I don't like wasting my time." "Ah, just the way I like it. Follow me," he said, gesturing you to his office. Vox held open the door, a charming gaze looking back at your stunning face. Up until now, no smile or joy was presented in your attitude, but as you passed him, you shot him a small smile, "Thank you." It made Vox's breath hitch. His eyes widened and his body tensed up a little, yet his smile stayed the same.

An airy chuckle escaped his lips, "No need to thank. Its common courtesy really." "In a place like this? It's rare," you countered, sitting down and waiting for him to follow. Vox quickly shut the door and sat down across from you. Talking to you was easy, especially when a laugh or two snuck in-between. Vox found himself relaxing, enjoying the sound of you voice more so than the actual deal.

This when it hits him that he has a crush. The realisation doesn't stop him or makes him stutter. The only clue you might have of him catching feelings is that he keeps adjusting himself in his seat or talks a little faster. Honestly, nothing else changes. His tone, voice, body language, smile and eyes don't change a bit. Nothing is less or more genuine than before, because Vox is a competent business man first before he is anything else. Over time it'll appear more clear... to others that is. You will stay oblivious because that is how Vox wants it to be. It's going to be far more likely for someone else to tell you that Vox has feelings for you than for him to admit it. Vox isn't a coward about his feelings per say. He will drop you hints when the moment is right, but that is all he is giving. He likes the moments spend together more than anything and if this is all he can get out of this that is just fine by him.

Of course, he wishes for more, but if it isn't what you want, then this is just as good for him. That attitude might change though if you get interested in another demon or spend less time with him. Days that should have been spent together become days where he roughly fucks some whores to let his frustrations out. Those days will also have him casually checking his cameras scattered across town, just to see if you're fine or with someone he should worry about. Naturally you have no idea of this occurring because Vox doesn't want the image of the "suave and charming business man" to slip away. He fears, he can't be this vulnerable with you, at least not now, because you might reject him outright and completely severe contact. So he will continue talking to you, exchanging witty comebacks as well as a flirtatious comment here or there.

Also I think this is clear from the beginning, but just to have added it, Vox would never use his powers on you. It feels forced and that's no fun. He will however use his power to maybe impress you, only if the situation suits it of course.

Ok, that's it. No more thoughts available rn.

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ily-fictional-women · 6 months

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Honey Loving

Summary: A sweet vacation for a sweet person

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add anything let me know

Word count: 1409

a/n: Finally posting again!! This is a happy one-shot this time I swear! Also, any text that <”looks like this”> is someone talking in a different language. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

It had been a stressful few months for both Wanda and Y/n. Wanda had been on a long undercover mission for about two months. And unfortunately, about a week before Wanda was able to come back Y/n had been sent on her own mission for a month alone.

Finally settling back into being together again Y/n wanted to surprise Wanda with something special to make up for lost time. Y/n tip-toed into the room they share before flopping on the bed and grabbing the remote to the TV.

Y/n pauses Wanda’s show looking at her micheviously, “Pack a bag.” Wanda raises an eyebrow at Y/n’s smile, “And why should I do that exactly?” Y/n pulls Wanda by her arms dragging her out of the bed so they’re both standing.

"Because we're going on a vacation to your hometown." Wanda cracks a small smile, “Wait really?”

“Yeah! I already cleared everything with Steve and bought the plane tickets. You should pack tonight though because our plane leaves pretty early in the morning.” With the confirmation, the two start packing together, with the only detail Y/n’s willing to reveal being that they’ll be gone for two weeks.

Boarding the plane and settling into the seats Wanda looks over at Y/n curiously, “Is there something I could help you with.” Wanda sighs, “Can you at least tell me one thing you have planned? Just one.”

“Okay, fine. After we drop off everything at the hotel I was planning for us to go to lunch at the one place you told me about, the one your parents took you to with Pietro when you were little. They re-opened a few weeks ago.”

Wanda kisses Y/n on the cheek at the confession, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Y/n lets out a soft laugh, “Yeah, but I’m never gonna get tired of hearing it.”

With the two finally making it to the hotel they both flop onto the single bed. After a few minutes of simply laying there, Wanda gets up ramaging through one of the bags. Y/n sits up to see Wanda stealing her own sweater that she packed for herself.

“You have a whole suitcase full of your clothes, and you still insist on wearing mine?” Wanda freezes in the middle of putting on the sweater, “In my defense, I can't help it if your clothes are so comfortable."

Getting out of bed Y/n kisses Wanda sweetly, “Alright, but that does mean I’m taking one of yours. It’s only fair.” Wanda rolls her eyes sarcastically, “Deal.”

After the two change, they make their way walking to the restaurant Wanda hand mentioned. Passing by multiple shops Wanda stops in her tracks looking at different items in a store through a big window. “What caught your eye?”

Wanda’s head snaps back towards Y/n, “The necklace with the little red gem in the center.” Y/n looks over at her, “It’s cute! You should get it,” her voice softens “It would look great on you.” Wanda shrugs, “I don’t know, it’s pricey. Maybe on our last day.”

“Whatever you say.” Y/n intertwines her hand with Wanda’s as they continue making their way to the restaurant.

Finally making it to the small restaurant for lunch the two get comfortable at the booth table looking over the menu. The place was family owned and the two who mainly ran the place only spoke Sokovian. Because of this as the waitress came to take the order Wanda started to list the order, <“She’ll take the number three-”>

But Y/n cut her off, <"Actually I'll take the number one on the menu with sauce on the side, please. But she’ll have the number four on the menu,"> you look up at her from the menu, <"did you want anything else love?">

Wanda looked lovesick, "Uh, no. No, I'm good." As the waitress leaves finishing scribbling the order onto her yellow notepad Wanda looks over at Y/n with raised eyebrows, "When did you learn Sokovian?" Y/n grins at her, " I wanted to surprise you."

Wanda kisses Y/n across the table, “God you’re adorable.” Y/n giggles at the light blush growing across Wanda’s face, “Thank you.” Wanda smiles, “So how long have you been practicing? You sounded flunet back there.”

Y/n takes a sip of the water on the table, “I think around five or six months. But I mostly practiced when either of us were away on a mission.” Wanda leans in closer to Y/n squinting her eyes playfully, “Okay, but how did you know what I wanted to order? Last I checked I was the one who could read mind in the relationship.”

Y/n leans in closer to Wanda with a confident smile, “It was one of our earlier dates. I asked you what your favorite childhood meal was and you answered with that specific one. I wrote it down after the date in case we ever visited.”

Wanda rolls her eyes dramatically, “You make it too easy to be in love with you, did you know that?” Y/n leans back into her seat, “I guess it’s a talent of mine.” Once the food comes the two eat and laugh, later exploring some of the area and looking into different stores.

Making it back to the apartment late Wanda lands on the bed letting out a satisfied groan at being able to relax a lie down. Y/n lays next to Wanda, “Did you want dinner?” Wanda shifts in bed getting more comfortable, “Yeah I could eat.”

Y/n pulls out her phone, “I’ll order something right now then.” Wanda looks over Y/n for a moment before slowly shutting her eyes, “Did you want me to come with you and pick it up?” Y/n shakes her head kissing Wanda on the forehead, “No it’s fine, relax. Take a nap or something. I shouldn’t be gone too long.”

“Are you sure?” Wanda asks. Y/n gives her a reassuring look, “Yes, don’t worry about it. Relax for a bit.” Wanda nods in agreement. As Y/n leaves Wanda gets up running a bath feeling the need to wash up after walking around everywhere.

It’s been close to an hour now and hearing the close of the main door Wanda gets out of the bathtub putting on one of the complimentary robes. “Hey, sorry it took so long. There was a big line for pick up and then they messed up the order so I had to wait even longer.”

Meeting Y/n in the living area Wanda notices another bag on the table that doesn’t match the ones the food came. “What’s in the black bag?” Y/n glances over at the bag Wanda was talking about.

“Well, I did want to wait until after dinner. But, I do want to see you in it now.” Wanda crosses her arms with a questioning grin, “See me in what exactly.” Y/n pulls out a sleek black box from the bag opening it to reveal the necklace from earlier today.

Wanda gently grabs the box marvling at the necklace, “You looked like you really wanted it so I figured I would buy it for you instead.”

“I love it, thank you.” Y/n looks down at the necklace with Wanda, “Did you want me to help you put it on?” Wanda nods moving her wet hair to one side. Standing behind Wanda Y/n clicks the two clasps together. Wanda turns around to face Y/n.

Y/n moves a stray piece of hair behind Wanda’s ear, “Well I was right about it looking good on you.” Wanda quickly kisses Y/n before grinning to herself, “I think I know a special way to thank you for everything today.”

She kisses Y/n again, the kiss more fervent this time. Y/n breaks from the kiss taking a second to breathe, “And what kind of special thank you would that be?” Wanda rolls her eyes at the question pushing Y/n onto the bed, “I could show you if you want.”

Y/n puts up her hands in mock surrender, “Oh by all means please do.” The rest of the trip itself was full of laughter, good food, love, and many more sweet moments, What more could you really ask for?

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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Just for tonight

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: Steve moves to a new apartment and meets you, the neighbour. He obviously likes you and tries to befriend you

Warnings: language, fluff, shy reader, mentions of food, pet names

Words: 3.5k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

Moving to the small apartment in Hawkings, you weren't expecting much. You didn't expect your apartment to have so many problems, like lights going out a couple times a week, bad water pressure, pipes leaking and so on. You definitely weren't expecting to make a new friend. A new best friend.

You weren't much of a people person, just to put it simply, you were shy. So making friends never came easy to you, especially if they were a tall, good-looking guy, living across the hall from you with this ridiculously good hair.

At first you didn't know anything about the cute boy, that kept smiling at you and greeted you with soft hellos whenever your paths crossed in the apartment building.

The first time you'd really spoken to him was in the elevator.

"What number are you going to?" he asked.

"Sorry?" you were confused by his question.

"What floor number are you going to?" he asked again with amused smile. He thought, you were pretty cute.

"Oh, right" you cheeks reddened a little, " floor number 4."

"Number 4?" he puzzled.

"Yes?" you hesitantly answered.

" I was wondering who lives across from me. It's nice to finally find out" he spoke, "I'm Steve, your neighbour. I moved to the apartment across from yours a few weeks ago" he explained and extended a hand to you.

Altough as soon as you looked at his hand, he wanted to facepalm himself. He felt so stupid, he introduced himself to a girl, a very pretty girl, like some idiot.

But you didn't seem to mind as you took his hand and shook it softly.

"Y/N, nice to meet you" you bashfully said.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl" Steve blurted out the flirtious sentence. Wincing immediately after.

But before he could have apologised or said anything else, you were gone and out of the elevator, giving him a friendly wave of goodbye with small smile.

Steve let a few curse words fall from his mouth, feeling even more stupid about his first interaction with you. But he set his mind on befriending you and somehow it worked.

The second time Steve and you spoke, it was like two days after your first conversation.

"Hi" you quietly greeted Steve after hearing the knocking on your door.

"Hey, how are you doing? "he asked.

"Hey, i'm g-good, do you need anything?" you've lived in that building long enough to know, that neighbours didn't stop at your door just for a chit-chat.

"Yeah, actually. I was wondering, if you'd be kind enough and lended me like a cup of sugar, please? I'm doing cupcakes and i ran out. I promise to give it back" he puzzled.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve was definitely not doing any cupcakes, he just wanted an excuse to talk to you again.

Ever since your interaction in the elevator, he couldn't get you out of his mind. As one would say, he had a big fat crush on you.

"Of course" you were kind enough to give him not just a cup but a whole bag of sugar.

Later that day he came knocking on your door again. Cupcakes in one hand and friendly expression on his face.

"Hi-you again?" you said surprised to see him for the second time at your door that day.

"Yeah, me again" he chuckled, "so I wanted to thank you for the sugar, so I thought i'd bring you some of the cupcakes i made."

"Oh" you didn't even notice the cupcakes in his hand.

"That's so sweet of you, but i can't eat all of them, well atleast definitely not alone" he brought you 4 big cupcakes.

"You can give them to some other neighbour you're friends with" he proposed and you stayed quiet for a while, cheeks slightly pinker.

"I don't know anyone from this building, well maybe just you "and somehow, your rational brain thought of the most irrational thing ever.

" Do you wanna share them with me?" you blurted out. You invited Steve over, he was basically a stranger, that could have turned out to be total crackhead. But thankfully, that didn't happen.

" Yes-" he fake coughed to hide his embarrassment over how quick he'd said yes, " i mean, yeah sure, i'd love to" smooth Harrington always so smooth, he thought to himself.

"Great! Come on in." Steve stepped into your apartment and slowly looked around.

Your apartment radiated with very homey and peaceful energy. Something about it, made him feel like the sun shined brighter there and he could just close his eyes and feel safe.

"You have a very nice home" he complimented you.

"Thank you" you shyly answered him.

"Do you want something to drink? Juice or sparkling water o-or something else?" you nervously asked as Steve sat down on your sofa.

"Juice is perfect, thank you" You poured two glasses of the juice and went to sit next to him.

"Have you been living here for long?" he started the conversation.

"N-no, not really, i've been living here for just 2 months now, moved here from New York " you timidly spoke. Steve just then noticed, how shy you seemed to be.

"You've moved from New York to this hellhole?" Steve stared in disbelieve at you. His cupcake frozen in the air, halfway on the way to his mouth.

"Yeah well, i've always wanted to experience the life in a small city, I thought, trying it during my gap year would be a great idea. So here i am" you rapidly explained.

"You're taking a gap year aswell? But why Hawkings? You could have gone to any other small city, that are definitely better than this one" this boy had so many questions, you thought.

It didn't bother you, you just weren't use to it. Usually when people had so many questions about your life they were just being nosey, but Steve seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say.

"My grandma was from here, but i never got to visit her. She visited us, we never came here, so I wanted to see what the fuss was about" you explained .

"What about you?" you asked Steve.

"I've lived in Hawkings my whole life, but i wanted to move away from my parents house, y'know " Steve was mostly alone in that big house anyway, so moving away wasn't a hard thing to do.

"Yeah" you hummed in understanding.

"What about you and college?" you asked as you started to unwrap the cupcake.

"I'm taking a gap year to think about it. For now i'm working at the Family video store in the town" he replied.

You carefully took a bite out of the cupcake.

It looked and tasted very familiar. You could swear, that you had one just like this before.

And that's when It hit you. You recognized the taste, because they were from the very same coffee shop you worked at.

"You know, this tastes great, like it was baked by some professional baker" you said, trying to see if Steve would come clean about buying them.

"What can i say? I'm just excellent at baking" he smirked and enjoyed another bite of his cupcake.

"Really? Because it tastes exactly like the cupcakes, you can buy at this small coffee shop in the centre of the city. You know, the one near the library " you raised your eyebrows teasingly and Steve choked on the food.

"What coffee shop?" he tried to play it off cool, but there was no use, he knew you figured out the truth by the look on your face .

"Ugh fine. Yeah, i bought them, i did try to bake some, but they turned out horrible. So I went to buy these instead" he scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed that you found out.

"How did you find out?"

"Well, i kind of work there, that's how" you chuckled at the face, he made.

"You do?!"

"Yup. "

"Sorry?" he laughed, when he realised how stupid he was. Once again, embarrassing himself in front of you.

"It's alright" you jokingly nudged his shoulder by yours. Laughing along with him.

The conversation flowed easily between the two of you. You didn't even realise, you were talking for so long, until you looked at the clock.

You enjoyed talking to Steve a lot. It was so easy to talk to him and that's how you became best friends.

You started to see each other all the time, he visited you at your work and you visited him at his work, often bringing him cookies from the coffee shop.

You even got to know his friends and became part of the group. Robin often teased you two about how close you and Steve were. Saying you acted like an old married couple, but you shrugged it off everytime.

Fast forward a few months later. It was currently winter and it was freezing in Hawkings.

Steve drove you to and from work almost every day, but today he had to help the kids with something, meaning he didn't have the time to come and get you. So you had to walk.

As soon as you stepped outside from the inside of your work and the cold air hit your cheeks, you wanted to get inside to the warmth of your home. So you quickly walked the way to your apartment, desperately trying to escape the cold.

After you finally got home and opened the door, you shivered.

You'd expected your apartment to be very warm as always, but instead you were met with almost the same cold air.

"What the hell?" you said to yourself.

You went to touch the radiator, to see if it was hot. It was cold, no sign of it producing any heat.

You tried turning the heating on and off. Nothing, it didn't help. Then you tried bunch of other stuff to get it to work, even kicking the damn thing and still, it didn't start heating up.

You called your landlord and he came to look at it.

"What do you mean, the pipe is broken?" you asked annoyed.

"It's broken, so it can't heat up the water in the radiators. I called the mechanic. He'll come tomorrow morning to fix it" he casually said, like it was no big deal.

"Wait wait wait, tomorrow? But what am i meant to do, just sleep in my jacket and hope, that I don't freeze to death?" you couldn't believe, he was serious.

"I'm sorry miss, i can't do anything even if i wished, i could" he said, not even a tiny bit of consolation in his voice.

"Great, this is just great" you angrily said. But he was already in the elevator, not giving a shit about your despair. What an ass.

But there was nothing left to do, just for you to get inside and try to survive the night. I mean, you could have tried fixing it yourself, but that would probably ended in much bigger catastrophy.

So with a sigh, you gathered all the blankets and pillows you could find and set down on your sofa to watch something on TV.

Even with your winter jacket, 4 pairs of socks, multiple hoodies on and 3 blankets over you, you were shivering.

You tried to shift your focus from how cold you were to the show playing on the big screen and you managed to do that for a while, until a banging on your door rang out in the whole apartment.

You wobbled like a penguin from the sofa, the blankets still tightly wrapped around you and opened the door.

"Hey-What's wrong?" Steve's happy grin was swiftly replaced by a frown when he saw your upset face.

"Cold" you murmured and Steve pushed himself further into your apartment.

"Why isn't your heating on, pretty girl?" he questioned as he noticed the chilly temperature, worry laced in his words. Other time your cheeks would turn red at the pet name, but right now you were too cold.

"I would, but it's broken" you huffed in frustration as a shiver ran through your body and Steve immediately noticed it.

"What do you mean? Have you called the landlord?"

"Yes, he said, that something is wrong with the pipe and the mechanic can't come 'till tomorrow morning, so I have to survive the night like this " you complained and Steve eyes widened at your words.

"Uh-uh, not happening. C'mon" he extended his hand to you.

"Go where?"

"To my place. I'm not letting you sleep here without the heating on" he tugged you by your hand towards your door.

"Steve, i-i can't."

"Yes, you can. Y/N, it's freezing here. I can literally see my breath from the cold" he stubbornly argued.

"But i don't want to bother you, i can get through this one night just fine" and just as you said that, another shiver went through you. Not convincing Steve at all.

"You could never bother me and there's just no way, i'm letting you stay here. So stop arguing and get whatever you need, i'll wait for you here" you knew there was no point in arguing with him, he was right, you couldn't sleep there.

You nodded in defeat and went to your bedroom to get some clothes to sleep in, toothbrush and a hair brush.

"Welcome to your new home for tonight" Steve annoucened grandly, when you stepped into his apartment.

"Thank you, Stevie" you chuckled at his silly manners.

"You are very welcome" he grinned back at you, "so shall we order pizza and watch a movie?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

You made yourself comfortable on his sofa and let out a breath of relief. You were finally starting to feel the toes on your feet. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth spreading through your body, making you feel like the sun was hugging you.

"Pizza is on it's way, what should we watch?" Steve plopped himself down next to you and set a cup of tea in front of you.

"Do you have Back to the future?" you sweetly asked.

"Of course, you know i do, sweetheart" Steve bought, that movie purely just because it was your favorite.

He put the movie on and asked about your day, while you waited for the pizza to arrive.

Once the pizza arrived, you started the movie and silently ate, occasionally commenting on something happening in the movie.

Steve couldn't help, but to sneak a glance or two your way every few minutes. Your cheeks and nose were still red from the cold and you looked so cute like that.

Steve's crush on you only got worse since you'd became best friends, but he didn't want to ruin what you had, so he kept quiet about it. Silently wishing you felt the same.

And as he was admiring your pretty features, he noticed, you were still slightly shivering.

"Still cold?" he asked.

"A little" you replied, small smile on your face.

"C'here" he opened his hands for you to hug him and you happily obliged. He was like your personal heater and that made you snuggle even closer to him.

"Better?"

"Much better" you sighed in content and Steve just giggled at the sight of your squished face, buried in his chest.

You stayed like that the whole movie and almost fell asleep on Steve. But to be fair, it was kind of his fault, that he was so comfy to sleep on. He also kept stroking your hair and that was bringing the sleep to you even faster.

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" Steve noticed your tired face.

"To bed?" your sleepy brain wasn't catching on.

"Yeah" Steve chuckled, "to my bed. I'll sleep here."

"What? No. You sleep in your bed, i'll sleep here" you bickered.

"Nope, i want you to take the bed, it's more comfortable than this" he wasn't gonna let you sleep on this terrible, spine breaking couch.

"But Steve, it's already enough, that you let me sleep over. You don't need to do anything more, i'm happy to take the sofa" you patted the cushions, you were sitting on.

"Nope, you take the bed, i'll stay right here" he wasn't giving up. Headstrong as always.

"Steve..." you pleaded for him to just let you sleep there.

"It's decided then" he ignored your protests and went to get his pillow and duvet, but you gently caught his wrist.

"Steve and what if we...y'know... w-what if we just shared the bed" you shyly proposed, avoiding his gaze after you said it.

"Are you sure?" he didn't want you too feel uncomfortable.

"Y-yes, i'm sure" you reassured him.

"Okay" he softly smiled down at you.

After you were all ready for the sleep, you sat on the edge of the bed and awkwardly waited for Steve to come out of the bathroom.

Steve was your best friend and best friends had sleepovers, but it was different with Steve. You had feelings for Steve and sleeping in his bed with him, would be hard to get over. It made you anxious to the point, you were biting the inside of your cheek.

"Are you really okay with this?" Steve came out from the bathroom and saw you deep in your thought.

"I am, i just didn't know which side you'd wanted" you quickly made up a lie.

"Oh. Whatever side you leave me with, pretty girl" he didn't care about the sides, he only cared about your comfort.

"Okay, then i'll sleep on the left and you can sleep on the right."

You made your way to your side of the bed and quietly slipped under the covers, turning the lamp on the bedside table off. You layed on your side, your back facing him.

"Goodnight Y/N" Steve softly spoke, after he layed down, aswell. Leaving a plenty of space between you and him.

"Goodnight."

"Steve?" you spoke again after a few minutes and turned around to face him.

"You awake?"

"Yeah.." he peaked at you through just one eye.

"I just wanted to say, t-thank you" you sheepishly admited. Steve turned to face you, aswell.

"Of course, i'd do anything for you" Steve confessed and he hoped, you understood, he really meant it.

"Anything. I'm here for you, whatever you need."

Steve's sweet words made you feel the butterflies in your tummy. He was always so good to you, never once he made you feel bad or uneasy. He just had such a good heart. And you loved that about him.

You wanted to tell him, how you really felt. He was looking at you with so much adoration and love, that you thought, it was now or never.

You wouldn't be able to fall asleep, if you didn't tell him.

"Steve?" you inched slightly closer to him.

"Yeah?"

"Can i tell you something?" you weren't sure if it was a good idea to tell him, but it was too late to back out now. The irrational thoughts got the best of you, whenever you were around Steve.

"Always. "

"Ilikeyou" you said in one breath. Eyes glued shot, not wanting to see his reaction.

Steve mouth hanged wide open. He didn't know what to say.

"Am i dreaming? I must be" he finally broke the silence.

"I'm sorr-"

"I must be dreaming, because there's no way, that the girl i've had a crush on since i had laid my eyes on her, likes me back. No fucking way" his face was painted in happines with the biggest smile on.

"You are not dreaming" you slowly opened your eyes, praying that he was seriously saying what you thought he was saying.

"Good, because if you really do like me, i have to say, that I like you back" he grinned at you.

"Really?" you asked.

"Yeah, i like you, beautiful. I have for a while now."

He shuffled closer to you to the point your noses were brushing.

"Can i kiss you?" Steve looked down at your lips, the lips he had dreamed of kissing so many times.

"Yes" you said a little too fast, but you didn't care as Steve's lips brushed yours.

He kissed you tentatively at first, giving you the chance to pull away, if you've changed your mind.

But when you didn't, he fully leaned in. Kissing you hard, but still very tenderly. You were trying to memorise every second of it, not ever wanting for the moment to end.

A good while passed 'till you pulled away. You were both breathless with slightly swollen lips. You kept your forehead on his and you were both grinning at each other like some idiots. Idiots in love, maybe.

"You should have your heating broken more often" Steve laughed as he cuddled you close.

"Why is that?" you questioned.

"'Cause then i'll get to hold you in my arms just like this" he smirked and gave you a light kiss on the temple.

"You can always just ask."

"I could, but where's the fun in that? " he joked and you playfully poked him in the ribs.

"Night, Steve."

"Goodnight, pretty girl."

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Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

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tarttheart · 6 months

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PRECIOUS LOVE CHAPTER 11 - JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: you talk to Jamie.

word count: 870 words

warnings: language

chapter 11: there that I see

You were in Rebecca’s office after another victorious match at Nelson Road. Rebecca was your ride home and she had needed to retrieve a few things from her office before the weekend. You were scrolling through your phone when someone knocked on the door. You both looked up to find Sam.

“Hi, the team are going to head to Ola’s to celebrate the win and Ola’s anniversary. Please come and join us.��

“Oh, thank you, Sam, and congratulations on both wins. But, I promised my friend that I would get her home after the match today.”

“The more the merrier, you are invited too,” Sam said with a bright smile.

“Oh, not sure if that’s a good idea,” Rebecca started, mindful of the position it might put you in.

“I insist, Coach Lasso used to say that everyone here is part of the team and we really enjoy when you join us for the celebrations, it would mean a lot.”

Rebecca’s eyes darted to you, uncertain about the consequences her consent could bring when you spoke up, in a really calm voice that immediately assured Rebecca, “thanks, Sam. We will be there.”

So there they were. Rebecca had asked you repeatedly if you were certain you had reached this point in your recovery. Ola’s was not a big party place, it was a small intimate restaurant. Jamie was almost definitely going to be there and given the size of the venue, he would be close to impossible to avoid.

“It’ll be fine, Rebecca.”

It was the first time Rebecca thinks she had ever heard you speak so firmly and seeing your calm demeanour, Rebecca blurted out, “you mean that, don’t you? You are actually okay with all of this now.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know about okay but if I don’t try, I won’t know how much more I need to work on.”

Rebecca pulled you into a hug and you laughed as she proclaimed, “I am so proud of you. You’ve grown so much since the first time we met.”

“Thanks to you, Rebecca. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Cheers to you, for all the work you’ve put into yourself,” Rebecca toasted, clinking her wine glass against yours.

“Cheers to you for all the support and love you’ve shown me,” you reciprocated.

“Oi, cheers to the girl who set the both of you up?!” Keeley exclaimed and the two of you held your arms out for her to join in for a group hug with a laugh.

Across the restaurant, Jamie was struggling a little. The last place Jamie expected to see you was at Ola’s. Fuck, he was not sure he expected to ever really see you again, especially not in such a small intimate venue where it would be hard to avoid each other.

But, Jamie tried. Afterall, the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable merely by being present as himself.

“Hey,” came a familiar voice while Jamie stood at the bar getting his drink. Jamie turned, unsurprised by whose voice it was but surprised that you had approached him.

“I… uh… I can go if you want,” Jamie started, turning and gesturing towards the door.

Yet again, he was surprised when you shook your head and joined him, leaning against the bar counter.

“No, don’t. It’s your celebration. I’m the one imposing.”

The room was loud but the silence that settled between the two was deafening.

“Great goal today,” you complimented.

“Uh, thanks.”

Jamie still was not certain what was going on here or how much he should say, allowing you to lead the conversation.

“I know I’ve been imposing at Nelson Road heaps and it’s been awkward so I’m really sorry I’ve made your workplace a bit difficult.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. It’s, uh, fucking wild that your best mates happened to be…”

“Your ex and her best friend? Yea, it’s wild,” you said with a laugh and it was then that Jamie felt himself relax and loosen up a little. Your laugh had the power to do so much and the way it was carefree and light, he knew you were maybe comfortable with him again. Like way back when. Maybe.

“Keeley fucking Jones. She just wouldn’t take the hint and leave me the fuck alone,” You said, cracking a smile at the thought.

“She can be a bit like that. Fucking good at trying to make people better, bit like you, really.”

You laughed, “like me? What? A sucker for the broken ones, is she?”

The both of you looked over to see Keeley looking adoringly at Roy and scoffed.

“Listen, are you free tomorrow?” You asked and Jamie was surprised yet again.

“Uh, yeh, did you want to…” he trailed off, tilting his head as if he was trying to read your mind.

“Oh no, not a date. Sorry, just. If you’re free, there’s something I think would be nice if we did it together. But, maybe dress down a bit?”

“What do you mean dress down?” Jamie asked, shocked by your request, “I’m iconic, babe.”

He gestured down to his somewhat flamboyant outfit and you shook your head, “yea, maybe don’t wear that.”

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#jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x ofc #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt imagine

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boysbellyrubs · 10 months

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Caine and Quinn! They are some of my favourite OCs ever, and I'd love another scenario with them. Maybe Quinn as the sickie?

ah i love you for this. i tried to do some onomatopoeia with the vomiting in this one, not much since I'm awkward with it but hopefully it's okay hehe.

Seeing a movie at 8pm was normally quite fun. They could hang out all day, get some food at the theatre and then watch a movie like they were having a night in. Why wouldn’t that be fun?

You see, after a day of being in public, of eating, of being on your feet, you tend to get a bit tired. This is what was happening to Quinn at this very moment. They were standing in line and he just couldn’t stop himself from swaying and leaning over like he was being suspended from the ceiling. He was exhausted.

“What’s up, Quinn?” Caine asked. He was upright, perfectly poised.

Quinn groaned, knocking his head into Caine’s elbow. “I’m so tired. I can’t wait to sit in this movie and just do nothing.”

Caine laughed, one of his hands coming up to ruffle Quinn’s hair. “Don’t fall asleep just yet, you’ve been looking forward to this movie for ages.”

They were actually out to see Oppenheimer, and Quinn had been excited for ages but as of right now he would rather be anywhere else. Preferably over a toilet. His stomach had been bothering him ever since they stopped to grab a snack at McDonalds. So far in life he had never been betrayed so badly by them but today was just not his day.

The line shifted and Caine spoke to the worker, ordering both of them popcorn and some fizzy drinks. Just what Quinn wanted. However, as Caine paid for their overpriced food, he straightened his back and followed Caine quietly through the theatre. Perhaps sitting down for three hours was going to do him some good. The theatre was packed with people wearing pink and loudly talking about the movie they had just watched.

“Next week we should see Barbie. I’ve got to see Ryan Gosling’s boobs.” Caine said, pointing at the poster in the hall. Quinn hummed.

They made it to their theatre and the search for their seats began. Caine ducked his head to read the numbers sideways and eventually found their row. Never in Quinn’s life had he thought movie theatre seats were this comfortable. He sank into the leather and quickly put his drink and popcorn down.

“Ugh, I’m actually going to pass away.”

“Please don’t.” Caine said. He looked at Quinn a bit closer as he said that. Quinn watched his eyes scrunch up a little. “Are you sure you’re alright? You look a bit pale.”

Quinn nodded sluggishly. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He was going for sarcasm, but perhaps he wasn’t so versed in that language as he thought he was because Caine just nodded and sat back in his seat. He munched on his popcorn as they waited and Quinn was only imagining the kernels landing in his own volatile stomach, imagining the taste and feel and the weight of them inside his belly. He groaned quietly as it gurgled.

A quick peek down at his middle, he noticed his shirt was a little tight and the pressure on his waistband. He ran a curious hand down it and felt the little give of his skin. He was in for a rough night. As his hand moved down, his eyes drifted over to his drink. A simple lemonade, but that was supposed to help upset stomachs right? Plus, it might get some of the air in his belly before the movie began.

He begrudgingly pulled himself up and grabbed his drink. Taking a small sip, he immediately felt the liquid join the spoiled food in his belly and it made a gross gurgling noise as it did. He winced.

“Was that your stomach?” Caine was staring at his profile, phone lighting up his face.

Quinn nodded. “It’s okay, just digesting.” He waved his boyfriend off and continued taking small sips of his drink. The carbonation was helping him feel a little better and he burped quietly into his fist. Thank god the theatre hadn’t filled up just yet. He continued with this strategy until the lights went down and there was a stranger sitting next to him. His popcorn lay untouched throughout.

With the movie beginning, Quinn let his mind drift away from his sore tummy and onto the movie. He managed about an hour before things took a turn for the worse. He had been drinking his lemonade slowly, and soon enough he needed to piss. There was a moment where it seemed like nothing was happening so he quickly whispered he was going to the bathroom to Caine and slipped out of his seat. His belly sloshed as he stood, full of fizzy and food, and he resisted putting his hand on it. The walk to the bathroom was tortuous, Quinn was holding back burps with every step and the steps weren’t helping.

Eventually, he made it and in the privacy of the bathroom he let himself burp louder. Belches sounded around the echoey walls of the bathroom and he rubbed his belly as he let them up. It was still extremely bloated, it seemed his scheme hadn’t worked out in his favour. The nausea wasn’t so bad anymore, but it was uncomfortable to deal with a stomach so swollen he looked like he was with child. His entire stomach was tight, top to bottom, whatever was inside him was wrecking carnage on his insides.

A rippling cramp shot through his middle. He bent over and let out a grunt. He didn’t know how he was going to continue for another two hours. However, having spent enough time in the bathroom he washed his hands and returned to the theatre. Quinn almost tripped over his own feet walking back in, and having to bend over to not get in the way of the film felt like he was going to explode.

He flopped down into his seat. A mistake. As he landed, it disrupted a pocket of gas and it rocketed up his throat and out his mouth. He clapped a hand over his mouth, mumbling a quick ‘excuse me’ and burrowed into his chair. His whole body was on fire.

Caine leaned over to him. “Are you alright?”

Quinn nodded, lips pressed tightly together. He wasn’t risking opening his mouth again. As both Caine and the strangers got back into the movie, Quinn sat suffering in his seat. His belly was full on gurgling now, bringing up burps that he kept in his mouth, and increasing the pain across his stomach. He needed to go home immediately.

Somehow, Quinn had managed to sit through more of the movie. When the 30 seconds of silence hit, it wasn’t anything but. Quinn’s stomach chose the perfect moment to whine and grumble at him the loudest then, and he put his hand over his stomach, sucking it in to try and muffle the sounds at least a little. It didn’t work, of course and Caine was immediately on to him.

“Is your stomach okay? It doesn’t sound like just digestion now, sweetheart.” Quinn was close to whimpering. It was so embarrassing, and the gurgles were only getting wetter. He sank down into his seat, almost horizontal.

“I…I really don’t feel good. My stomach won’t shut up.” He whispered as quietly as he could. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the loudest noise he had ever heard in his entire life sounded and the room lit up. The noise had finally began again.

Caine had jumped away from him but his attention went back to Quinn as soon as the scare died off. “Is it bad enough that we need to leave? Are you gonna puke?”

Quinn shook his head. It was a half-truth, it was bad but he didn’t need to puke. Yet. He knew he was probably going to eventually. Caine raised his eyebrow.

“Are you sure? You look unwell.” His hand softly came up to touch his forehead. “You’re not very warm.”

“I know. It’s something I ate.”

Caine’s eyes widened a little. He looked back at the screen and decided that there was no movie more important than his boyfriend’s health. He quickly packed up his things, picking up Quinn’s untouched popcorn along the way and ducked out of his seat. Quinn was hurt for a second until he saw Caine’s shadow return, holding his now empty hands out.

“Come on, I’m taking you home.” He waved to the people beside them and mouthed a ‘sorry’ before swiftly pulling Quinn out of the theatre.

Being upright again was not something Quinn was prepared for. He felt his tummy slosh and begin churning. He groaned as he wrapped his arm around his middle. Caine’s arm was tightly around his shoulders.

“Are you sure you’re not gonna puke? We can make a quick detour to the bathroom.”

“I’m sure. I just want to go home.” Quinn mumbled.

Unfortunately, the car was parked quite a while away. It was dark, cold and far too busy for a Wednesday night. They walked as quick as Quinn was able to.

They managed to make a fair bit before Quinn’s belly jumped into his throat. He stopped so suddenly Caine almost tripped over his feet. He turned around to stand in front of Quinn, bracing his hands on Quinn’s shoulders.

“Hey, are you about to throw up?”

Quinn nodded, hands covering his mouth tightly. He felt his throat lurch and a wet burp gurgled in his mouth. He moaned.

“Alright, alright, just hold it in for a minute, babe.” Caine frantically searched for a bin or a dark corner, but there was nothing. He grimaced and led Quinn to the wall of a closed shop. “Okay, I’m so sorry, Quinn but you’re just gonna have to puke right here. It’s okay I’ll hide you.”

He slipped his jacket off and opened it up, hunching over his already hunched boyfriend. Quinn was gagging into his hands as this was happening, feeling everything inside him splashing up and back down his oesophagus. He whined as he felt his mouth fill with saliva and he had no choice but to open his mouth and let it drip onto the footpath.

Caine’s chin was resting on his back. The contact was good, it kept Quinn from face planting into his own sick. He heard his stomach gurgle and he rolled forward with the force of his gag. His cheeks ballooned out and the first splash of vomit landed on the concrete. He wasn’t given a chance to breathe as another heave attacked him, bringing up more chunks of food and fizzy lemonade. His nose burned.

His mouth stayed open and his blood was rushing in his ears. He had his eyes squeezed shut unconsciously as another heavy gag pushed its way up his throat. Quinn coughed aggressively and another burp brought up more vomit.

He vaguely heard some dudes laughing, probably thought he was wasted. Quinn was so glad Caine was covering his face. He felt his stomach jump again, but he felt the relief that indicated he could stand up and leave. He needed a shower.

“Done for now?” Caine asked, his hand rubbing up and down Quinn’s back. Quinn himself wiped his mouth and nose, still hunched over his stomach. It hurt like fuck, and he was so excited for a hot shower and bed.

Caine kept his jacket off and wrapped it around Quinn’s shaking shoulders. “My prince.” Quinn joked, voice a hoarse whisper. Caine chuckled.

“Glad to see you still have a sense of humour. Let’s get you home, hmm?”

The view of their car was glorious and Quinn sank into his seat. He kept his right hand resting on his belly, feeling all the little gurgles and jumps that were happening inside of him.

“I’ll drive extra carefully, love. Just relax.” Caine’s low voice startled him a little, but he just shut his eyes and let the world drift away for a few minutes.

Caine kept up with his promise and drove extra carefully, however it didn’t do much for Quinn’s stomach. Throughout the entire trip his stomach was only swelling back up again with gas and he was constantly holding his hand over his mouth as a precaution for the particular wet burps. He moaned as his belly cramped. His pants were digging into his stomach. His head was spinning so much it felt like he was drunk. He just needed to be put down at this point.

“God, I feel awful, Caine. Mmhh.” He whined.

There was a little moment of silence from his boyfriend, no doubt he was trying to calm himself down from that, but he quickly snapped back into it and helped Quinn out of the car. Quinn was leaning all of his weight on Caine, stumbling over his feet and suppressing gurgling belches under his breath. Shit, he felt sick.

He beelined for the bathroom and all but fell to his knees. The motion caused a splash of puke to fall into the water and he wrapped his arms around his middle. It was hell inside him. Caine joined him soon after, kneeling gently beside him and touching his sweaty back.

“You’re okay, love, just take a deep breath.” He knew all the right words to say. Quinn was able to completely let go, AKA able to puke up everything that was plaguing his stomach.

“Cai-hmm-hLKK…fuckk.” He squeezed his middle. “Fuck, my stomach. Kill me-hURKK-mghh.”

Quinn sat there puking for probably ten minutes and then suddenly fell into Caine’s arms, sweaty limbs curling inwards onto Caine’s lap. He whined as he shoved his face into his boyfriend’s neck.

“God, I hate this. How could McDonalds betray me like this…urrp.”

Caine rubbed up and down his back. “I don’t know, babe. Are you feeling any more stable?”

Quinn shook his head, a hand resting on his lower belly. He burped again. “My belly is all messed up. It hurts but it feels so empty.” He whined, digging his fingers into the skin. Quinn decided to flip around and lay his head down on Caine’s legs, opening up his stomach to Caine’s hands.

“Yes?” He teased.

“Mghhm- Please rub.”

Caine laughed and began to rub his belly, starting at the highest point and venturing down to where Quinn’s hand was. He applied the perfect amount of pressure and Quinn was left a burping mess in his lap. His belly slowly got softer and the pain became more bearable. He would forever thank god he got Caine as his boyfriend.

“I can tell you feel better.” Caine said with laughter in his words.

Quinn nodded tiredly. “Urp-heaps better. Thank you.”

#haven't watched oppenheimer guys im a fraud #have watched barbie tho #caine #quinn #emeto #stomach ache #sickfic #emetophilia #vomiting #belly rubs #oc's #belly kink #puke kink #stomach kink #bloating #burping #eructo

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lunar-years · 8 months

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i think roy’s the first person jamie’s ever told about his trip to amsterdam, and i know some people think he’s told georgie about it or at least that georgie knows something bad happened. but. now i’m curious about what jamie talked about in his session with doctor sharon. do you think he only went the one time? maybe focused on his dad’s physical/emotional abuse?

on the Amsterdam & Georgie front: I do have an explanation/reasoning for why i don't think he's told Georgie. I was just messaging someone about it yesterday! But in any case I am pretty convinced Roy was indeed the first person Jamie told. (However there's a really good alternative take in the fic I recommended about Jamie and Amsterdam, in which he does tell Georgie and it pans out in a specific way. That's the one argument for him telling Georgie that I've seen so far that really makes sense to me within a canon context, lol)

it is super interesting that you would bring up Jamie and therapy and Dr. Sharon though, because i was genuinely JUST thinking about this!!! I think a fairly common consensus is that the "don't speak to me like that" language we see in the Wembley locker room is a line direct from Dr. Sharon, and/or that Jamie is king of therapy etc. idk...I'm not convinced on either front. I'm not NOT convinced, either. I don't have a super strong opinion on it one way or another because I don't think there's really enough evidence to support either conclusion, but.

I will say, I personally think the one scene we get of Keeley taking Jamie down to Dr. Sharon's office is not enough to indicate Jamie loves therapy and keeps going back. Like, with Colin we get several small lines/details to show he's consistently seeing her, and we do not with Jamie, which is notable I feel. Yeah, he's shown to be all pleased to be talking about himself in the 2 seconds we see after he sits down with her, and it's a funny moment but... it's very superficial. Jamie likes talking about him in a certain surface-level way for sure, but he definitely keeps personal things about himself and his past close to his chest IMO. So to answer your question, yes I think it's a real possibility that he only went that one time.

As for what they spoke about...the reason Keeley brings him down there is very explicitly because he's complaining that no one on the team likes him, and I do thing that's what they discussed. That's also a problem that get resolves in the very same episode, and I'm not sure Jamie would have the self-insight at that point to be like "hmm maybe I should keep going back to therapy so we can dive into my Dad Trauma." Personally, I think when Jamie isn't immediately dealing with his father he is extremely good at putting him out of his mind and telling himself "that doesn't bother me anymore." He strikes me as generally being like, "Oh yeah i'm totally over everything bad that's ever happened to me! It's so not a big deal 🤪" deflection behavior. That is, until something happens that triggers him or he has another encounter with the man and then it's like...actually yeah that problem has never gone away and I've never actually dealt with any of it! So maybe he goes back for a session or two after Wembley, I could definitely see that. But I don't really think he keeps up with it once Dr. Sharon leaves.

I certainly do hope he returns to it after s3 though!

#jamie tartt #ted lasso #asks #while i am certain Georgie would be supportive i am equally certain James has some strongly negative thoughts on therapy #that combined with...as with many abused kids i think jamie has probably been primed to not discuss the abuse that took place w 'outsiders'#I'm pretty sure there'd be some wonky mixed feelings about therapy jamie would need to work through before becoming a regular #but maybe not! again i think the possibilities are endless as there is next to no canonical evidence of it one way or another

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the-head-ancho-chilli · 2 years

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General Gyomei Headcannons

I was talking with a friend about how Gyomei so I thought that’d I would share some headcannons (modern-ish au). Enjoy ^^

Word count: 800~

Starting this off, this man gives awkward dad energy

Normally has no idea what he’s doing

He can provide for physical needs no problem, but quality time isn’t normally his forte

He will gently knock on your door and ask if you want to go to grocery shopping with him

Will buy ANYTHING you mention to him

The ice cream sandwiches you said you had at a friend’s house? Has a whole year supply

Did you recently start a series that you can’t seem to tear yourself away from? He will purchase the first merchandise he sees

Gyomei will sometimes come home with a bunch of stuff that reminds him of you

Usually he gives them to you, but sometimes enjoys having a small memento of you ^^

Gyomei doesn’t show it but he loves watching you have fun with your hobbies, trying not to disturb you while you’re in your headspace

Conversations with him are kinda dry because of how quiet he is

Ironically he seems to know a lot of gossip, but usually minds his own business

Gyomei looks very intense but is actually a gentle giant

If he bumps into you he will gently lift you up, turn and place you down out of the way

“I’m so sorry about that, I hope I didn’t scare you” He says while patting your head in an attempt to comfort you

If he were to give you a lesson or teach you anything, he would try sharing different mindfulness

Gyomei doesn’t expect you to be incredibly open with your issues or personal stuff, but he would at least like to show you some resources that might help you

He’s a busy man so he doesn’t have many hobbies, but Gyomei enjoys pottery

Once made these little snails that you keep on a shelf in your room

This man 100% wears cargo shorts and Hawaiian shirts, look me in the eyes and tell me otherwise

I feel like Gyomei’s biggest insecurity is his issues with using and recognize body language and nonverbal communication

It’s not just that he’s blind and would most likely not be able to see the fists you make when your annoyed, it’s also how he portrays himself

If he’s slumped over too much, he can look exhausted and unwilling to participate in a conversation

But if his posture is too upright, he appears to be in deep focus when in reality he’s thinking about dinner plans

Gyomei’s Resting Bjtch Face TM isn’t the worst out of the Hashira, but it’s bad enough to let anyone believe that he’s not exactly the approachable type

In reality, he feels sometimes isolated because of how many people avoid him due to his intimidating appearance

He enjoys getting to know animals because they cure them whatever loneliness he’s feeling

HE LOVES CATS! Cats are his favourite animal by far, big or small

Speaking of cats, I can definitely imagine him keeping a Persian Cat as a pet

I spoke enough about good habits, but Gyomei definitely has some bad habits

Like I swear this man oversalts his food AND STILL keep a salt shaker at the dinner table

“It could use a bit more salt” dude your steak is already seasoned what are you doing

It would be funny if you got him a salt lamp

Going back to bad habits with body language, Gyomei sometimes just doesn’t answer your questions

You’ll ask him something like “Hey, should we go on a walk right now or maybe later on?” And you will just get nothing but silence

Again, he’s probably just thinking about something mundane

But he usually doesn’t give verbal or physical indicators because of how he struggles with body language

“Umm, are you ok?” “Yes of course, why do you ask? A walk sounds great right about now”

It’s manageable, but yet ever so slightly annoying

He certainly doesn’t mean to ignore you

Changing to more general stuff again, Gyomei would be the king of textures

He really values the physical feel of some things in his life like household objects and cleaning products, so nothing would feel even just a bit unbearable

He’s a microfibre cloth hater, can’t stand them

Loves getting his hands manicured

Gyomei’s hands may be calloused, but they’re still pleasant to hold and we’ll maintained

Gyomei’s favourite form of affection is pats of any kind

Head pats for comfort, shoulder pats for a accomplishments, you name it

Hugs from Gyomei are very dad-like too

He would crouch down a little and let you wrap your arms around him, as he slowly rubs your back

“Here, you can hold my hand. Take as long as you need”

Overall, as long as you tell him what you need, Gyomei has your back

꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚ ꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚ ꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚

Hopefully all of you enjoyed this! I’m kinda new to posting so I’m not sure if I’ll keep this format, so let me know what you all think! Feel free to use these headcannons in a platonic or romantic sense, either is suitable. My suggestion box is open so feel free to submit any requests ^^

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny blog #demon slayer blog #gyomei x reader #kny fanfic #kny hashira #kny headcanons #kny gyomei #gyomei himejima #demon slayer gyomei #demon slayer hashira #demon slayer headcanons #fluff #demon slayer fluff #kny fluff

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sunhatllama · 10 months

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what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? (Part 7)

a Resident Evil fanfiction

For @aussiepineapple1st

Rating: M (18+)

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries, gore (?), sex

Tags: pre-relationship chreon, post-vendetta, major character injury

Word Count: 1970

Part 7/7 Part 1 <- Previous

Mrs. Canta stepped up to their table, still shorter than them when they were sitting, and placed two menus as well as some napkin-wrapped silverware. She asked what they wanted to drink and Chris ordered an orange juice. Leon ordered the same but also got a coffee.

When the woman stepped away, Leon smirked at Chris. "So the renowned BSAA captain likes orange juice?"

"It's the superior juice, Leon, also you ordered it too." He gestured to him.

"I never said it wasn't good." Leon would have ordered alcohol if he could but he wouldn’t be allowed to drink it for a while. Plus they didn’t seem to serve anything besides red wine. Orange juice would have to do. Resisting the urge to sigh, he leaned back, glad he had put the sling back on. It helped with the pain.

A silence spread between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Leon enjoyed the soft buzz of soft conversation from the rest of the room and the hum of the lights above them. He found himself thinking about Claire. He wished that their friendship wouldn’t have gone the way it had. He cared deeply for her, but after their disagreement in 2007, he hardly ever saw her, and they never really talked unless it was about Chris. Her absence left a guilty weight on his chest. It was his fault, after all, he didn’t put in the effort to stay in touch after their jobs got so busy.

“How’s Claire been?” he asked suddenly. He was too nervous to ask her himself before.

Chris looked up at him, surprised, then gave him a small smile. “She’s been good. I’m glad she was able to visit us in the hospital. I don’t know what I would have done without her.” He was silent for a moment, pondering. “You know…you could always give her a call if you wanted. She was really worried about you.”

Part of Leon doubted Claire was actually that worried, but she probably did care about him a little if she came to see him, even if she was there mostly for Chris. “Yeah…sure. I’ll give her a call later, maybe.”

If he could work up the courage that is. Leon turned his attention to the menu, avoiding Chris's gaze. They had a modestly-sized selection, but everything they had sounded pretty good. They even had waffles.

Chris also looked over his menu, not seeming to pay that close attention. Maybe he already knew what he was getting since he had been there before. "That sounds great, I'm sure she would appreciate that."

Leon wasn't so sure, but he would do it regardless.

Mrs. Canta came by again, their drinks in tow. The glasses clinked against the aged wooden table, orange juice bright orange and pulpy. The color reminded him of the sunrise from earlier when Chris was still asleep, although the sun was well above the horizon at this point, the light streaming through the windows slightly less bright than before. He could see a few people walking down the sidewalk, but otherwise, it was peacefully empty.

"What can I get you boys this morning?"

Chris spoke up first. "I would like the triple stack chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon, please."

The woman nodded, smiling, then turned to Leon expectantly.

"I would like the toast and eggs, sunny side up with bacon and sausages." It sounded heavenly . He hadn’t had a good bite to eat in what felt like years. Luckily, his appetite wasn’t like it was the night before. The spaghetti was good, he wished he could have eaten more, especially since Chris made it.

She nodded again. "Alrighty, anything else for you two?"

"No, I think we're good, thanks," Chris smiled.

They then slipped into casual conversation, talking about Rebecca, embarrassing shit that Claire had done, and their jobs. It was really nice. He hadn't had the opportunity to have an actual conversation with Chris outside of whatever mission they were on and he was greatly enjoying it. He didn’t get the chance to hang out with friends often, and he had an even harder time making friends to begin with. A lot of people thought he was mean and unlikable, some called him annoying. Sometimes it was just easier to act cold.

But with Chris, it felt like the chill that always followed him was gone, melted away. He looked at Chris and it felt like a soft summer heat hugging him, a slight breeze holding him up and keeping him afloat. He finally felt like he had something to keep him going, the knowledge that someone cared.

Their food came and Leon practically devoured his, Chris following suit. The older man’s pancakes were plate-sized and fluffy, covered in whipped cream, strawberries, and maple syrup. His bacon was crispy, almost too crispy for Leon’s taste, the pieces crumbling in the man’s hand. Leon’s breakfast spread came, one barely-cooked egg laying on top of two crispy pieces of toast, the yolk, seasoned with salt and pepper sliding across the whites. His bacon was cooked to perfection, slightly chewy but not overcooked enough to melt in your mouth immediately like Chris’s and the sausage was fried deliciously as well. They both focused on their food, not speaking much until they were both finished.

He had to give it to Chris, this breakfast was some of the best food he had ever had.

The sunlight began to fade away as they ate, the sky clouding and casting a shadow over the earth. Leon didn’t mind it too much. The cafe was just as warm and comfortable regardless of the weather outside. A pitter-patter of rain began to fall, splattering on the window, the water streaming down the glass until it pooled at the bottom. Leon sucked in a relaxing breath, his ribs twinging at the movement, and watched Chris over the lip of his coffee mug. The man was finishing up the last bit of pancake, scooping up as much of the leftover toppings as possible, shoving the fork into his mouth. Leon would have normally thought it disgusting, but instead, he found it adorable.

Once Chris leaned back with a sigh, Leon put his mug down, the glass clinking against the table. “You ready to go?” He figured Chris wanted to go do something else now that they were finished. He was sure there were other people he wanted to talk to. After all, he hardly ever got breaks and he had spent the majority of the last month with Leon in the hospital.

The man looked at him, a flicker of an emotion he couldn’t discern on his face for a moment before being replaced by a soft smile. “I’m ready if you are.”

Leon nodded, pushing himself out of the booth and to his feet, watching Chris struggle to get out due to his larger-than-average body. He nearly laughed but caught himself. He waited off to the side while Chris paid, giving Mrs. Canta a hug and sharing a few words he couldn’t hear before coming back to Leon. They looked at each other before heading out the door.

The rain was closer to a sprinkle than a pour, but they would get soaked if they stayed out for too long. Gritting his teeth, he walked out from underneath the small awnings. Water fell on Leon’s long locks—he needed a fucking haircut—and streamed into his eyes. He shook his head before pushing his bangs back away from his face. He wasn’t a huge fan of the rain. Between Raccoon City, Spain, and his general tendency to be cold, he had more than one reason to hate it, but he found it wasn’t too bad if he got to spend the time with Chris, surprisingly.

Chris followed, having less of a reaction, but his face did twinge slightly when the rain finally hit him. Leon gave the man his best wet cat impression and Chris shrugged, laughing, “At least we drove. If we walked, we would've needed to catch a cab.”

They walked to the car, Chris grabbing his keys and unlocking it, but Leon stopped, not opening the door. He…didn’t want to take up all of Chris’ time. He could, like Chris said, grab a cab so that the man could go do something he wanted to do, or see someone. He could be alone for a few hours at least, the doctor said he just needed someone to keep an eye on him.

“Not that I don’t want to spend time with you…but is there anywhere else you want to be?” he asked, water dripping off his face, and Chris stopped, turning towards him, confused. “I don’t want to force you to spend all your days with me during this break—I can catch a cab back to your place if you want, I don’t mind.” The rain started picking up, the water hitting harder against Leon’s back.

“What? No—Leon. I want to spend this time with you. And if there’s something I want to do, you can come with me, unless it’s something you really don't like.” He stopped, his head turning slightly. “Did you think I was just going to send you home for the rest of the day?”

Leon stayed silent, eyebrows furrowed slightly, the chill from the rain uncomfortable.

Chris’ eyes softened. “Leon.” The man stepped closer to Leon until they were inches apart and Leon nearly gasped. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Leon was about to say something, but all coherent thought left his brain in one fell swoop, the words Chris said making something tighten in his chest. All of a sudden it felt like they were the only two people on the planet, the rain slowing around them, and he began to lose himself in the deep browns and oranges of Chris’ eyes. “I know,” he finally said, meaning it.

The distant sound of thunder rolled over them and Leon shivered, unrelated to the cold. Their faces came closer and Leon could feel the man’s breath on his skin, warm in the chilled air. Leon breathed through his mouth, lips parted slightly. In an instant, they came together, Chris’s mouth on his, pressed together, and Leon groaned as the man’s hands found their way into his wet hair, gripping enough to cause pressure but not pain. This kiss only lasted a moment, but it left them both panting, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it.

Chris pulled away only slightly, hands still holding Leon’s face. “Now let’s go home, together. ”

Leon looked up at him with affection he couldn’t bring himself to mask, the tangled mess inside him losing its hold. “You’d have a hard time keeping me away now.”

Chris smiled. “C’mon, let’s get out of the rain,” he said, pulling away further.

Leon nodded, extending his hand in invitation this time, and Chris took it without hesitation, smiling wider. “Only if you promise we will get breakfast tomorrow.”

“Are you admitting it was the best breakfast you ever had?”

“I never rate a place on first impressions.”

Chris laughed. “Then I guess we will have to pay Mrs. and Mr. Canta another visit.”

They got into the car, the rain letting up a little, sunshine and bright blue sky peeking through the dark clouds. And this time, Leon and Chris held hands the whole way back to Chris’ apartment. Sure, maybe things were a mess right now. With the jobs they had, it was hard to be anything but a mess, but Leon was finally beginning to believe that they would be okay. Was it perfect? No. But he was willing to put in the effort to make it work.

And that was all that really mattered.

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #chris redfield #chreon #say you love me au #resident evil vendetta #angst #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #resident evil fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #re fanfic #re fanfiction #🦙's writing

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kpop-kitkat · 1 year

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i’d like to request a fluffy angst (angsty fluff) with taeyoung from cravity please!! 🥰🥰 have a good day!

imbroglio | k.ty

# . this actually took forever please forgive me *cry*. just now starting to write on tumblr again, so i hope you enjoy it!

# . pairing : kim taeyoung x female reader

# . genre/warnings : angst, fluff, moderate language, attempt of sexual assault

# . word count : 1.1k

the waves crashed against the shore calmly as a group of high school seniors sat around a warm campfire, under the light of the moon. they sat in silence, voices sore from singing their hearts out together. hyeongjun and his girlfriend cuddled up in blankets together, minhee and seongmin clung to each other for warmth, and everyone else sat on the log benches as they wrapped blankets around themselves.

y/n looked up and met taeyoung’s gaze through the orange flames. she gave him a small, sleepy little smile. he smiled back. he thought she was the absolute cutest thing to ever walk the earth.

“imma head in, i’m tired. goodnight everyone,” serim yawned, stretching his limbs before heading to the boys’ tent.

“me too,” minhee and seongmin said in unison. and eventually everyone was heading in, even all the girls into their own tent.

but two remained. y/n and taeyoung.

”aren’t you gonna go to bed?” taeyoung raised an eyebrow with a smile.

”not tired,” she shrugged, looking up at the stars. “plus i love looking at the stars.”

”you’re weird,” taeyoung laughed.

“maybe i am, but i would rather be called weird than normal. normal is… boring,” she explained.

taeyoung shook his head. she was a really interesting girl. that’s why he befriended her in ninth grade, and stayed her friend for three years. she was like nobody he’d even known. she was too special to lose.

”taeyoung?” y/n began.

”yeah?” he tilted his head.

”do you see yourself getting into a relationship anytime soon?”

the question caught him completely off guard. he swallowed the lump in his throat. “uh… not really, why?”

“i don’t know, i’ve just been thinking about it lately,” she answered. it went quiet until she spoke up again. “taeyoung?”

”yes?”

”what if i told you that i liked you?”

this question nearly made him jump, it was so sudden and unexpected. “w-what? you like me?”

she frowned. “uh… y-yes…” she admitted. “what about you?”

he thought to himself. sure he liked her, but he had never even imagined her in any way other than a friend. but he hated to hurt her feelings. he was stuck. and when he didn’t answer her, she got the message very clearly.

“oh…” she smiled sadly and looked down. she wanted to stay and be brave, but her heart broke, and the tears fell. “sorry,” her voice broke, before she left as quick as she could, going to the girls’ tents.

“y/n-“ he stretched his hand out, but she was gone. he felt awful. the way his heart hurt when she was gone confused him. he had never felt that way before. it was the effect she had on him that he wasn’t even aware of.

…

the next day, y/n refused to see taeyoung. she didn’t want to make their situation anymore awkward, and she didn’t want to break down again. but it was hard, especially since taeyoung was trying to find her, and talk with her.

”where’s y/n?” taeyoung asked danielle, one of y/n’s closest friends.

”i don’t know, but i do know she doesn’t want to see you, so stay away from her,” danielle instructed. “or else you deal with me.”

taeyoung mentally rolled his eyes before leaving. he wasn’t scared of danielle. but he was worried for y/n. he didn’t want to make her feel so heartbroken the way he did.

…

y/n angrily skipped rocks into the ocean waters as her eyes stung with angry tears. she wasn’t mad at anyone but herself. she should’ve kept quiet, and then she might not have got herself into this imbroglio.

just then, taeyoung’s friend, kyungsun, stepped into her area. “hey.”

”hi,” she said just above a whisper before throwing another rock.

“you look sad,” kyunsun frowned, sitting beside her. feeling bold, he moved a piece of hair behind her ear. “why?”

”I’d rather not talk about it,” she answered, moving away from him, but he only scooted closer to her.

”i can make you happier, you know,” he said, moving his hand to rest on her exposed thigh.

“stop it kyungsun,” she told him off, standing up. but when she did, he grabbed her wrist and turned her around, quickly kissing her lips with unholy desires. “ahh!” she screamed trying to pull her face away from his, but he overpowered her.

”hey!” yelled a familiar voice in the distance. taeyoung. “get the hell away from her!”

kyungsun looked up at taeyoung in fear, quickly letting go of y/n. “t-taeyoung! this isn’t what you think it is, i swear-“

“sure looks like what i think it is,” taeyoung growled. he quickly pushed him away from y/n and held her close to him. “i can’t believe i ever called someone like you a friend. get out of here. before i tell.”

kyungsun gulped down before sprinting away from the scene.

taeyoung sighed before turning to y/n. “you alright? did he hurt you?” he glanced over her body.

”i’m okay,” she whispered, moving away from him. she didn’t want to fall even further for him when she knew exactly how he felt about her.

“y/n-“ he frowned.

”no taeyoung, i don’t want to hear you lie to me just to make me feel better,” she snapped.

”but that’s not-“

”please!” she yelled, looking him straight in the eyes. “i don’t want anything but the truth.”

”but this is the truth… y/n, i didn’t say i liked you back, because at the time, i thought i didn't. but seeing you with another guy like that, it- it sparked something inside me that i’ve never felt before. i like you a lot, i’m sorry it took so long for me to realize it,” he explained.

she looked at him understandingly. “it’s okay,” she smiled. “sorry for being dramatic, i shouldn’t have left like that,” she laughed, looking at the sand beneath their feet. her gaze was raised when taeyoung’s hand came under her chin, their eyes reconnecting.

”so can i kiss you yet or are you going to keep talking?” he raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

y/n didn't answer and leaned her face towards his. he took it as a ‘yes’ and quickly captured her lips, one hand on her face and one around her waist. she grabbed his face and kissed him deeper, hands beginning to entangle in his soft brown locks.

when they eventually pulled away, taeyoung lovingly gazed down at her. “you’re so cute, you know that?”

”shut up.”

#kim taeyoung #taeyoung #kim taeyoung x reader #taeyoung x reader #x reader #fluff #angst #kpop imagines #cravity #taeyoung cravity #cravity x reader #cravity fluff #cravity angst #taeyoung angst #taeyoung fluff

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n3ssier · 1 year

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Hi! I just read your other works and their super good :o

I know that you have written about these so sry if ur tired of them. But can I request a kapkan and echo x female reader where they have a crush on her? And they not really confess but like kind of a "youre really cool" in their own language and super quietly, but jokes on them, reader speaks their native toungue, and begins flirting with them and they just turn into a tomato. Tysm!!

SORRY I TOOK LIKE 3 WEEKS TO RESPOND NGL I FORGOT I HAD REQUESTS😭😭🫶🫶 I HOPE YA LIKE IT, IM USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE SO THIS ISNT GONNA BE GREAT, also, requests are open again!! reblogs VERY appreciated, like i’ll give u a smooch fr fr

echo

much to your dismay, you and masaru's bond had been nothing more than a close friendship ever since the first mission you two had went on together, you spent time in the workshop, going out to small cafes near the base, and sharing your opinions which you felt were too blunt for the rest of rainbow together.

it was great and all, but you couldn't help but yearn to hold his hand when you two were headed anywhere, or to rest your head on his on the trip to your next missions. masaru being the lowkey inexpressive guy he is, he was giving you major mixed signals and you spent your nights stressing over what to do over this childish crush.

the clock read 22:17 and you were spending your night with masaru in the workshop, working on your gadgets together after a tiring mission.

his gun lay on the left side of the table while he attempted to fix a problem in his gadgets. you had finished everything you needed to do by now, and were just waiting on him to finish. you study his concentrated face as strands of his dark, nearly black hair fall forward and cover his forehead. boredom sinking in, you then tilt your head and take a look at your surroundings, shelves, saws, worn down work desks, and to your surprise, a little dumpling charm on your friends gun.

"awww, i never knew you had this on your gun" you chirped as your heart melts at the small addition to his equipment "it's so cute!!!" this causes masaru to turn his head over and see what on earth youre freaking out over, before turning back to his work and muttering something so hushed that you nearly miss it; “あなたも、あなたが知っている”😮. (you too, you know)

without really thinking, a response in the same language slips from your mouth; “なぜありがとう、私はあなたについて同じことが言えます” (why thank you, i could say the same about you) 🤭 masaru’s head snaps over to look at you, as you smile at him, not realising that he never thought you would understand. you admired him, feeling fuzzy as he stammered a “uhh n- no problem, never knew you spoke japanese.” awkward for him, but a dream come true for you!

kapkan

maxim isn't very talkative, he doesn't really see the point in chitchat, and he doesn't wanna make himself vulnerable in that way if ya get what i mean, and you know this, yet still put in the effort and managed to befriend him. it was difficult, of course, but it was worth it in the end when you got to uncover the sweet man he really is.

he could be cold, but you knew he never meant it, and you could always tell when he was secretly enjoying the supposedly 'annoying' rants you have would have with him on late nights after a mission in an attempt to converse with the russian man.

fast forwarding a wee bit, the cold and hard seat welcomed you inside of the helicopter. it was a fairly easy mission you had just been on and only 2 operators were needed so you and kapkan had went together. it was now time for the journey back to the base.

you knew maxim was tired, but you wanted to help him destress and loosen him up from the recent action he partook in.

"hey, can you believe the alexsandr (tachanka) called me a loser earlier!! i was outraged! i know he never meant it but still!" you began, slightly sarcastically, as you weren’t actually offended by the title

"what? why?" his tone was more inquisitive than usual, maybe because it was his fellow spetznaz member committing such atrocities, or because he wasn't his usual self that day for some odd reason. you appreciated the fact that he was definitely listen though. despite this, your response of “i dunno” didn’t answer his question well.

“Я не думаю, что ты неудачник, я думаю, ты довольно крут, ты знаешь” (i don’t think you’re a loser, i think you’re pretty cool, you know)

you feel your cheeks radiate a subtle warmth as you raise your eyebrows slightly in surprise at his sweet yet unexpected comment. “спасибо, максим, хотя если я крут, то какой ты?! ahа” (thanks maxim, but if i’m cool then what does that make you? aha) your response made his ears go red and his eyes widen, which you could see through the gap in his mask. maxims eyes being ever so slightly more exposed to the sunlight leaking into the helicopter. his eyes met yours and a simple smile was exchanged, one that would be the start of something

#rainbow six siege #r6siege #r6community #rainbow six siege fanfiction #r6s kapkan #timur glazkov #apex legends #fanfic #maxim basuda #masaru enatsu

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r0w0fie · 1 year

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~Help finding a nsft horror J-Drama CD~

You can skip down to the bottom for some Tldr. TW list below the cut. Certain words will be censored. MC = you the self insert main character. Questions are encouraged. Dm's open. Open to dark j-drama audio suggestions! Suggest me the juicy m4m yandere CDs.

I don't know where to start this off, especially since it's pretty niche. Okay so, years ago on Youtube long before the rise of asmr & voice acting channels, there were channels dedicated to posting translated nsft j-drama CDs & audios.

I cannot find the channels anymore, I cannot find people talking about my particular audio, I cannot find the playlists saved on my YouTube. I have tried many variations of wording on Google & tried Reddit. I even asked some of my friends if they have any idea, but like I said, it's niche. I would try searching through the chaos that is this site but we all know about the anti-nsft endtimes that occured once upon a time.

These channels sometimes got taken down but not all the time due to them being small channels & the videos being in a different language. Though maybe after all these years they're finally gone?

They were pretty raunchy, some were cropped from a longer audio & some were part of a series. Some were yandere, tsundere, boyfriend and all the additional tropes. The MC's most of the time were female or gender neutral, some were m4m. I doubt the thumbnail art were official to the CD/audio & some channels would link to their or others Tumblr account/s or mention sources.

There were many good ones but there was ONE in particular that has FOREVER stuck with me.

Tw: yandere, dark story, nsfw/l, death, s-icide, messing with the dece-sed, tanning of human skin, mental health, unhealthy relationship.

So, judge me all ya want but here I goooooo.

This particular translation was either part of a series of CDs/audios containing the same character & story or of a much longer audio that was then trimmed. The voice acting for the love interest was one of a very mentally ill character & there is nsft naughty audio. The self insert/MC is very likely to be female due to the . . . Overt noises that occur.

The romantic interest was a male yandere character who comes across the MC washed up on a rocky cliff coastline. They are hinted at having jumped or fallen, especially since previous bodies that washed up are from s-icides. I believe the MC had amnesia and the love interest was nursing them back to health from the brink of death.

This was the first body he had come across that was alive and during this audio he was admitting his feelings towards them. The audio clearly spoke back to the characters previous experiences getting to look after the MC (you) & getting close with eachother.

I can't remember how they got to this point in the dialogue but either the MC figured it out or the love interest admitted that his leather bags & furniture were made out of human skin. The skin coming from the cörpses he fished up from the cliffs which he would then tan.

I do believe he might of also turned his family into pieces of his "art" but I might be incorrect as I was also listening to other CD's/audios during that time. I'm not too sure if he k-lled his family, they had an accident near the cliffs or whatever else.

He was a very lonely character who is very unwell in his mind. He might of also had thoughts of also j-mping off the very same cliffs, but that might have also been the MC. Either or.

Eventually they end up doing the down & dirty in his bed. A+ for having actual good audio for the nsfw noises. A+ for my first ever audio sound experince. A+ for derranged voice acting. A+ for making my skin crawl from absolute creepiness. A+++ for being forever stuck in my mind ever since then.

This audio has stuck with me for many years even with how dark it is & because of how dark it is. I would love to find it again! I wish to experince this creepy audio anime man once again and his very unhealthy relationship with you the MC.

Tldr; crazy yandere male love interest who turns washed up cörpses skin into furniture & bags. MC also found washed up but was alive, is nursed back to health by the love interest. Admits to them about his "art" pieces. Ends up having smëx. Drama CD/audio is most likely part of a series or of a longer audio, I discovered it on YouTube many years ago. I cannot find anyone talking about this audio.

#j drama #yandere #drama cd #japanese #nsft #lost media #help me find this #help me find something #horror #audio drama #yandere character #j-drama #it is a shame i can't find drama cds on youtube anymore because of the asmr your tsundere boyfriend experience voiceacting channels #if anyone has any idea then please please please 🙏#my mind is plagued by yandere cliff boy #horror audio drama #gore

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 1 year

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I rather trust the various people who worked with Evan (some of them for years), people who met him and his friends, rather than a random ass blind item where we don't even know the source. I refuse to believe that "anger issues" is something he regularly deals with, based on everything we know about him from others (they say he is the polar opposite of his roles) and which he himself said about himself (that he is a non confrontational person who actually hates and feels disgusted by anger and yelling. I think disgusted is a very powerful word, which goes beyond "disliking" or "not approving". I think his body language also speak volumes but that's a whole nother thing to unpack). I think the amount is also important for reliability. If a blind item, for instance, claims that Emma chased Evan with a knife and smashed a bottle on his head, it makes it more believable to me because 1. that wouldn't be the first blind item that talks about her abusive behavior. 2. it meshes with her real life behavior and also well documented, violent real life occurrences. (her arrest, and abuse on cam) 3. A number of people, of which a big amount, isn't even anonymous have opened up about her not being a good person, and treating others with violence and disrespect. In that case the blind item only serves as a small piece of a much bigger puzzle. If someone out of the blue tells me a story of how Evan freaks out and rages on a regular basis (which is what we call anger issues), I would at least second guess that. That would not be consistent with anything we've seen of him. And I know we don't actually know him as a person, and I'm not saying he doesn't have his own flaws and imperfections (which everyone does). But it's pretty telling that out of over a decade of him being in the business no one ever said anything about him besides what a wonderful gem of a person he is and how humble and kind he is to others, which to me gives it that much more authority. Do i think Evan is an emotional person? Probably yes, based on what we heard of him on the set of MoE (him being a sobbing and crying mess). Does he feel anger? Yes probably to a certain extent WHICH IS HUMAN and it's a normal human emotion and not healthy if bottled up. But anger issues as in he has problems controlling his temper? Maybe they confused him with ER, but Evan? No.

i absolutely agree. i think when you're looking at blind items, you have to be able to put these rumors in context and hold them up against actual facts we know about a person/situation, in order to discern whether or not it's something worth believing. if emma had a squeaky clean record and one day we got a blind item alleging she threw a bottle at evan's head and busted him up, it would be shocking and we may not be inclined to believe something so extreme about an otherwise unproblematic person. but knowing that she bit and bloodied evan before and was arrested, and with SO many other character witnesses that paint emma as being volatile, it becomes believable and reasonable to think at least some of these stories must be true. saying that evan has anger issues and just providing a story about him arguing with hotel staff about his weed is taking a lot of liberties, in my opinion. if he genuinely had anger issues, you think there wouldn't be at least a few people who would have credible stories about it outside of blind items.

even with the blind item alleging that something happened on the set of x-men that required evan have a sober coach.. if it is true, which i think it very well could be - no one ever spoke up about him being belligerent or causing problems. even though it's generally accepted that evan has/had addiction issues, it's never caused him to amass a bunch of negative stories like emma has.

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Grey's Anatomy: Let's Talk About Sex (19x03)

Grey's likes doing its special episodes, and honestly even when they're heavy-handed I still think they're kind of interesting and often quite effective. Let's dive in!

Cons:

I am... extremely torn about Zola being super gifted. It feels like the more interesting conflict for Meredith's personal life would be if Zola was struggling with a learning disability, falling behind in school, and Meredith could have the chance to be the kind of mother she never had, and encourage and nourish her daughter even if she's not going to be "extraordinary" by normal societal definitions. I'm willing to see where this goes, but it feels a little silly to me. Especially as a convenient follow-up to Zola having panic attacks. Turns out they're happening because Zola is a super genius. Okay then. (Also, this plot thread includes Nick, the most Boring Character Ever to Live, so I'm automatically a little biased against it.)

I'm going to have a lot of nice things to say about the main plot with the sex education thing, but I do want to note a few elements I didn't 100% love... for one, the dancing video at the end, and the cheesy thing where Bailey talks about needing to speak the kids' language... I can see how that seemed like a good idea in the writing of the script, and I liked the goofy energy of the dancing, but I wish we had had a moment of self-awareness that trying to plan something to go viral isn't actually how any of this works. Maybe something about Bailey's idea will charm the youths and a TikTok trend will pop off. Or maybe it will be mocked mercilessly. Or maybe it'll fizzle and die entirely. I don't think you can actually predict these things.

Another element that I wish had been explored with a big more nuance... Meredith's voiceover is about how sex can be healing, sex can be medicine. But that there are different benefits, and that sometimes sex without the proper intimacy and connection doesn't work the same way. I wish this idea had been pushed one step further, talking about the fact that non-sexual intimacy can also be therapeutic in various ways. I wish that Link giving Jo a foot-rub hadn't turned into an erogenous zone thing. For several reasons: I don't like the Link/Jo romance potential, but also in general I wish we could have included a purely platonic intimacy example within the sex montage at the end of the episode.

Also, cannot state this enough: Nick is boring and when he and Meredith were smooching I was literally yawning.

Pros:

Overall, I really liked the new baby residents teaching sex ed to high schoolers. This plot thread was honestly charming and funny and gave us more time with the new characters. I like the way the residents taught the high schoolers about sexual pleasure but also kept the safe sex thing front of mind, suggesting masturbation as a good way to avoid getting pregnant, warning against the pull-out method as being effective. We also got to spend some time with Addison, which is always a lovely treat! We have one young girl who discovers that she's pregnant and decides on a medical abortion. Another girl who has a cyst that is causing her extreme abdominal distress. Issues of health that Grey's would like you to know should remain personal between a patient and their physician, thank you very much!

I liked the way Addison spoke about feeling invisible, and afraid, and angry, about the overturning of Roe v. Wade, the way she sees the impact every day in her work. It's important to keep this in mind. It's a societal evil, what is happening in this country right now. It affects everyone, even people who have never been and will never be pregnant.

As a small note I appreciated that the residents used inclusive language, talking about women, or just any person with a vagina. It's a small thing but normalizing it is so important.

Teddy and Owen get a token mention in the "pros" section this week because at least hopefully now that they've had sex to release some tension, they can stop being so gosh dang annoying on my screen every week. Get a grip, you two.

Also featured in the sex montage you've got Amelia and Kai, Kai having turned up as a surprise to see Amelia! I loved seeing their happy reunion, although I am wondering if we're going to pick back up on that drama about Kai not ever wanting kids, and Amelia's identity as a mother. We also see a couple of our newbies, Blue and Jules, hooking up. This could be a fun energy to keep our eyes on.

Probably the most moving part of the episode comes from Simone and Lucas. Simone's grandmother, who has severe dementia, comes wondering into the hospital looking for her daughter, who she believes is about to give birth. Simone tries to remind her grandmother that her daughter is dead, but that only upsets the poor woman. Meredith intervenes and tells Simone that the most humane thing to do is to live in her grandmother's reality with her, something Simone isn't sure she can do. This experience really bonds Simone and Lucas, who both know each other's secrets now. Just as Lucas knows about Simone's rough home situation, Simone knows that Lucas is a secret Shepherd.

Finally, we've got Bailey coming back to work! She wants to take a different approach this time, not taking her chief job back but instead blending attending tasks with teaching. I'm excited she's returning, and hopefully she can finally achieve some of that ideal work-life balance she so deserves.

So that's that. I had fun with this episode, I loved the energy of the sex ed stuff, and I'm still feeling really excited about the potential of these new characters!

8/10

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