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You know if Soap “came back wrong” I don’t think Ghost would mind too much considering he didn’t come back right himself.
So what if Soap’s a little more bloodthirsty and unhinged then before he still laughs the same. he still loves the same. Now he and Ghost have more in common than just their masks and if rumours of a new Cryptid spring up around base after Soap “comes back” well that’s just a coincidence. Right?
I love the comes back wrong trope but I hate how it’s always a bad thing, like c’mon can’t they just be a lil guy who’s a bit more murdery but in a fun way. as a treat! It’s not like the rest of the 141 aren’t also monsters literally or figuratively.
TRUE TRUE Ghost was never the same. That man broke apart shattered even and no matter how hard you can never put all the pieces back together perfectly.
Yes all a coincidence you're insane if you think otherwise. Anyways cryptid Soap
EXACTLY have some creativity people. Sometimes you got to look at a broken character and go you might not be perfect but I'm not going to make it worse. I'll just enhance the slightly offness. And I freaking love reading those stories. They are some of the best.
#call of duty modern warfare#cod modern warfare#john soap mactavish#soap x ghost#ghoap#simon ghost riley#Resi Responds
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Isaac clarke is just the space version of ethan winters and no I will not be taking any questions at this time
#both show up for work to find their wife/gf aren't responding to them anymore#so they volunteer to venture out into the unknown spaces (swamp/space) to get her back without knowing what could happen#both pulled into deadly zombie au situations with nothing but their work uniforms on#both keep getting recruited/pulled into these life or death situations for multiple games#Isaac clarke#dead space#Ethan winters#re8#resi
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piano lessons - cl16
Pairing: charles leclerc x femstudent!reader
Summary: in which the tension between you and your music teacher finally breaks
Warnings: smut, oral (f-receiving), 18+, not proofread, bad French!
Word Count: 1474
Author's Note: idk I really just felt the need to write this. please correct my french if you can
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EVER SINCE YOU were a little girl and your parents placed you into piano lessons, you knew you were destined to play and write music. It became your sanctuary, a place to escape from the demands of reality and a medium through which you could mold reality into art. Now, it propels you into a university music course, where your path intertwines with that of one of the most attractive professors you’ve ever encountered. Scratch that, one of the most attractive men you’ve ever encountered.
You weren’t oblivious to his stares. The way his green eyes sometimes lingered on you much too long as he spoke in front of the class. Today, for instance, his gaze seemed fixated on the end of your short skirt, where your fingers fumbled with the fabric. He tended to single you out frequently, using you as a shining example to illustrate correct procedures for everyone. His praise for your efforts seemed never-ending. It would send you leaving the class all blushed and flustered constantly.
You weren’t completely innocent either though, and it didn’t help that he was so fucking hot. His hair perpetually tousled from running his hands through it, and the veins in his fingers pronounced whenever he played the piano. You found yourself often fixating on his hands, imagining what they might feel like on your body. It was a tantalizing thought, wondering if he could play you as skillfully as he played the piano.
His hands were artwork in themselves.
At times, you sensed the mutual attraction, a subtle dance of connection that left you questioning whether it was real or a product of your imagination. Doubts lingered until today, when Adam, the person seated beside you, relentlessly pressed to take you out. His persistent advances bothering not just you, but apparently your professor as well.
“Adam, Je te suggère de te concentrer sur ton devoir.” I suggest you focus on your assignment. Towards the end of class, it appeared that your teacher had reached a point of exasperation. “Elle ne te veur pas.” She doesn’t want you. “Arrête de perturber tout le monde.” Stop disrupting everyone. You could sense the annoyance in his tone and the way his body tensed when Adam first asked you out.
What he really meant was:
You don’t deserve her
You couldn’t give her an ounce of what she really needs
Stop pissing me off
The class responded with snickers, accompanied by a round of “Oooo burn” echoing throughout the room. You felt your cheeks turn red of embarrassment for yourself but more so for Adam.
“C’est assez aujourd’hui!” That’s enough for today! He dismissed the class. “Profitez bien du week-end!” Enjoy the weekend!
While the other students hurriedly exited the classroom, you hesitated, lingering behind. Restlessly tapping your foot, you watched as your music teacher casually leaned against the desk. His arms, robust and defined, stretched the seams of his t-shirt sleeves as he folded them across his chest, fixing you with a curious gaze.
“Est-ce que je peux vous aider?” Can I help you? His lips tugged up into a sheepish smile.
You felt yourself fidget with the bottom of your skirt as your eyes met with his. “Oui, besoin d’aide avec ma chanson Mr. Leclerc,” Yes, I need help with my song. “Je n’arrive pas à trouver la fin correcte.” I can’t get the ending right.
It wasn’t a complete lie. You genuinely needed help with your ongoing composition. Each conclusion you attempted just didn’t carry the sense of completeness you were aiming for. But you also just wanted to be around him more.
“Joue pour moi.” Play for me. As he extended his arm, gesturing towards the piano, you couldn’t resist the pull, finding yourself moving towards the piano and taking a seat. His attentive eyes tracking your every movement stirred a nervous excitement within you, simultaneously igniting a passionate fire. The shared moment at the piano became more than help; it became a dance of anticipation and unspoken connection.
He found himself utterly captivated by you – the way your bottom lip caught between your teeth in intense focus, the moments when you lost yourself to the music. The cascade of your hair falling behind you revealed the delicate curve of your neck. He wanted to ravish you.
As you were engrossed in playing your song, you felt him slowly edging closer until he was standing directly behind you. The sensation of his front against your back sent goosebumps racing across your exposed skin. The contact led to one of your fingers slipping, hitting an incorrect key.
You couldn’t see, but a smirk played on his lips as he noticed the small mistake. It was subtle and almost imperceptible. Yet, the knowledge that he, someone aware of your exceptional talent on the piano, induced even a minor slip, fueled his ego.
You were aware he had heard the mistake, but he didn’t interrupt you. Consequently, you carried on playing, immersed in the fragrance of his cologne, losing yourself in the music until you struck the very last note. The moment your fingers left the keys, you slid off the piano bench and directed your gaze towards him. You leaned against the side of the piano, your elbow propped up on it.
“Tu es magnifique,” You’re magnificent. The words alone caused a visceral reaction in your stomach, a tightening with need. You couldn’t pinpoint when or how he had gotten so close to you again, but in that moment, you didn’t care.
In that moment, you forgot that you even needed help with the song. All you could do is stare at his eyes, noticing how they would occasionally drop to glance at your lips.
“Oh merde, embrasse-moi, s’il te plait,” Oh shit, please kiss me. You whispered it so softly, it was barely audible. You didn’t care if you put yourself out on a limb. The constant back and forth had worn you out; it felt like an endless game of cat and mouse.
You could barely finish your sentence as his lips crashed down on yours and his tongue slipped inside of your mouth. He was gentle, but also demanding with it. Your fingers graze his hair, something you have always wanted to do, pulling him closer as his hands find a place on your hips, lifting you onto the piano.
The fingers of his right-hand sneak under the hem of your skirt, his fingers fumbling with the same spot of the skirt yours did moments ago.
“Puis-je?” Can I? You eagerly nodded, allowing him to push your skirt up and pull your underwear to the side. He paused for a moment, just staring at your heated center. His eyes darkening in hunger at the sight of you.
“Merde,” Shit. He groaned. Literally groaned at the sight of your bare pussy on display for him. You were already wet before he placed the pad of his thumb directly onto your clit, rubbing tiny circles before he brought his lips to you.
“Je rêve de ça constamment,” I dream about this constantly. He moaned into your pussy, the vibration and confession pushing a needy cry from your mouth.
He wrapped his lips around your clit, immediately moaning at the taste of you. You let out a sharp cry as your back arched in response to the suction on your clit. One hand held your body up-right while the other fisted his hair in a tight grip.
He lifted his head for a mere second just to look at you, locking his eyes with you as he pushed two fingers into your heated center. His eyes were dark, and his lips were so glossy, coated with you. You almost came at the sight of him right there.
You were moaning so loud as he curled his fingers, rubbing the spot you ached the most just right. “Tu es tellement putain de belle,” You’re so fucking pretty. He moaned before bringing his lips down you your center and pressing kitten licks to your clit. His fingers still pumping in and out of you rapidly.
It was too much. His fingers, the kitten licks, and the pressure of his nose on you was becoming overwhelming.
“Please don’t stop sir,” you moaned repeatedly. Your legs wrapped tightly over his shoulder, suffocating him into your pussy. “Ça fait tellement du bien.” Feels so good.
You came unexpectedly with a loud cry, your thighs squeezed tightly against his head as he didn’t let up on the assault of your pussy. He took every drop of your orgasm like it was his source of oxygen.
Your body fell limp on top of the piano as Charles placed gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs.
“Puis-je le refaire?” Can I do it again? “Tu as un gout délicieux.” You taste so good.
Yes. Yes you can do it again.
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watch me take my time
park jihyo x fem!reader ; fluff, smut ; read tutor perks first! this is pt. 2
synopsis: surprising the woman you're dating with tea and pastries turns into a steamy evening, and a more sentimental morning after
warnings: mommy kink ; jihyo receving, reader giving ; jihyo in control for the most part ; smut! ; smut :3 ; and smut ; cursing ; fucking on the couch!!! ; face riding ; yeaahh anything else i didn’t mention ; not proofread, as always lol
a/n: hey! i wasn't sure what to do for a part two, i never know. i didn't really expect tutor perks to get THAT much attention. anyway, I just went with whatever I felt like, i hope you guys like it. lmk what you think!
the parking garage was quite mesmerizing, adorned with lush greenery and meticulously planned layouts. it was a stark contrast to the parking spot on campus that was a fifteen-minute walk from the main campus. compared to the $225 spot at your university, this was undeniably better.
“is this the right place?” sarah, your roommate, asks. “because if it is... you coined a whole sugar mommy.”
“oh shut up.” you say, blushing. sarah laughs at you, then gives you a little hug.
“whatever, get out my car. i have to go see my girlfriend.” sarah says jokingly, to which you respond with a roll of your eyes.
“yeah yeah, see you, love you, bye.” you mutter before getting out the car and shutting the door, watching sarah wave at you teasingly.
walking towards the actual building — littered with plants and the beauty of the exterior catching you off guard — just the sight of it was enough to make you nervous. still, you manage to open the door and step in, feeling intimidated almost immediately just from seeing everyone inside the lobby.
the corporate image time ten was right in front of you: men in suits tailored to perfection exuded an air of confidence as they made way through the bustling lobby, their attention divided between important phone calls and firm handshakes with other mirror images of themselves. meanwhile, women clad in sleek blazers formed clusters, their conversations punctuated by polite laughter and the occasional sip of coffee.
it was safe to assume that you didn’t really fit in, you couldn’t help but feel like a fish out of water in the moment. so, while clutching a bag of pastries and a cup of iced tea from your shift at work, you made a conscious effort to blend into the background as you walked up to the lady behind the desk up front. thankfully, that wasn’t too hard given everyone had been occupied with their own things.
the lady, a shorter looking woman with hair tied up professionally, looked at you unamusingly. she raised a brow as you looked at her, putting a finger up to pause you in place since she looked like she was preoccupied with a phone call.
you balanced the small brown bag of pastries and iced tea in one hand, then moved over to fix the tote bag on your shoulder. the lady finished her call, then turned to you and spoke in a monotoned, uninterested tone.
“hi, how can i help you?”
“hi, um, is jihyo here? she’s still working, right?”
“and who are you?” she asks, looking offended that you even asked that question.
taken aback, you grow a little bashful and respond, “y/n l/n, i'm a...” you clear your throat, “friend of hers. she said if i wanted to stop by, now would be a good time.”
“yeah, alright. you expect me to believe you that miss park said you could stop by?”
“excuse me?” you say, immediately feeling belittled by her tone and look at you. “what do you mean by me? is there something wrong?”
the lady lets out a noise thats a mix of a laugh and a scoff. she sighs, looking down at her desk and pointing down at a paper before responding.
“miss park is a very busy woman, you know that, right? i have to make sure that this is an urgent thing, otherwise, you can see yourself out the door.”
the condescending tone in the desk lady's voice grates on your nerves, sparking irritation within you. you resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead fixing her with a steely gaze as you suppress the retort bubbling up inside you.
"i get that jihyo is busy, seriously," you reply evenly, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. "i'll call her right now if you need confirmation. i have her number and everything. she even texted me—"
"she what?" the desk lady interrupts, her expression shifting from dismissive to incredulous. "you-- you have her personal number?"
"of course i do, it's jihyo we're talking about," you respond matter-of-factly, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at the surprise evident in the woman's reaction.
"i didn't think—wow," the desk lady stammers, clearly caught off guard. she clears her throat, attempting to regain her composure. "miss park doesn’t give anyone here her personal number. s-sorry, i'm a bit taken aback. i'll have someone escort you. i'm sorry for the inconvenience, miss—"
"it's y/n," you interject, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sudden shift in demeanor from the desk lady. it's almost amusing how quickly she seems to have changed her tune, now treating you with an unexpected level of deference.
the desk lady nods and begins making arrangements for your escort, you can't help but feel a sense of validation at the realization of just how highly regarded jihyo must be. the fact that you have her personal number suddenly feels like some sort of badge of honor, you must be lucky to just know her or interact with her casually—especially in bed, that must be better than any trophy or award. maybe even better than a grammy or something.
a tall, frail older man is by your side in the next minute. before you leave, the lady smiles at you – maybe a little forced given the unnatrual expression – then picks up the phone again, seemingly dialing a number.
the man leads you to an elevator and presses the second to last button, indicating the 11th floor. as the elevator ascends, you stand beside him, taking note of his impeccable posture and the condition of his suit. not a single crease in the fabric, he had to be some kind of perfectionist.
when the elevator doors slide open on the 11th floor, the man steps aside and gestures for you to exit first. his actions are formal, almost ceremonial, and you can't help but feel a sense of significance in the gesture. despite being just a girl who's clocked off work, you find yourself appreciating the unexpected treatment. you’re not against any of this treatment, however.
once you step out of the elevator, the man gestures for you to follow him down the corridor. as you walk, you can't help but be captivated by your surroundings. the corridor is lined with large windows that offer expansive views of the city, bathing the space in natural light and providing a breathtaking backdrop as you continue through the building.
the floor itself is decorated with tasteful elegance, oozing an air of professionalism and refinement. everything is thoroughly arranged, from the sleek furniture to the artful accents that adorn the walls. it's a space that balances functionality and cliche professionalism with an aesthetic appeal, creating an atmosphere that feels both welcoming and authoritative. if this is just one of the floors, you can’t even imagine how wonderful the rest of the building is. maybe jihyo will get to show it to you sometime.
passing by the employees that type away or take calls, he leads you to a room that has large windows, displaying the blinds that block whatever – or whoever – is inside. a sign is plastered on it that says park jihyo, indicating that this is right where you wanted to be.
he knocks on the door three times – somehow sophisticated and professional – then says in his deep voice,
“miss park, i'm sorry to interrupt. you have a visitor.”
silence takes over for a bit before the door is opened, revealing a tired looking jihyo in her blazer and slacks. she doesn’t see you at first, sending daggers at the man covering you before saying in a stern tone,
"chang, you know i'm busy with emails—" jihyo begins, her voice trailing off as she catches sight of you standing in the doorway. immediately, her demeanor softens, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.
clearing her throat, she regains her composure and gestures for you to enter her office. "ah, y/n, come in," she says, her voice warm and welcoming. turning to the man, chang, she nods in appreciation. "chang, you're dismissed. thank you for escorting her."
chang nods respectfully and takes his leave, leaving you alone with jihyo in her office. as the door closes behind him. jihyo wastes no time in closing the distance between you as soon as the coast is clear.
her hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, pulling you close with a gentle yet firm touch. you feel a rush of warmth as her lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss. her smile is evident even in the midst of the kiss, and you can't help but mirror her expression, returning the affection with the curve of your own lips.
you pull away, lips inches apart. jihyo smiles at you sweetly.
“what are you doing here?”
“you said you would be relatively free, i just got off work. i got you something to eat, figured you’d be hungry and... i wanted to see you.”
it's been almost three months since your first – very intimate – night with jihyo. the two of you continue to see each other, both intimately and regularly. dating jihyo has been pretty nice, though both of you have times where you don’t have time to see each other, so it’s nice to have moments like these.
as the weeks turn into almost three months, your relationship with jihyo continues to evolve. jihyo asked you out on proper dates, rather than her eating you out, she wanted to eat something else and get to know you better.
despite the demands of your respective schedules, the two of you make a concerted effort to see each other as often as possible. whether it's her inviting you over when her nephew isn’t around to evenings spent curled up together on the couch or having wine and a conversation. every moment shared with jihyo was precious
dating jihyo has brought a sense of joy into your life, a feeling of being understood and cherished in a way that you've never experienced before, none of your high school relationships made you feel this way. and while there are times when conflicting schedules and obligations pulled you apart, those moments only serve to make the time you spend together even more precious.
“you’re so sweet honey, come, sit.” jihyo says thankfully, guiding you to the large couch that gives you an even better view of the city.
you sit next to her and place the goods on the table, then immediately. she rests her head against your shoulder. a smile plays across your lips, and slight worry seeps into your skin. jihyo must be tired, judging from how limp she is against you, so you grab her hands and hold them gently, rubbing her knuckles and letting her relax a bit.
as you sit down next to jihyo and place the goods on the table, you can't help but notice the fatigue etched into her features. she leans her head against your shoulder, a smile plays across your lips as you feel her weight against you, but a slight twinge of worry creeps into your heart. jihyo must be exhausted, judging from how limp she is against you. without a word, you reach out and gently take her hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with hers.
you begin to rub her knuckles soothingly, hoping to ease some of the tension that seems to have taken hold of her. her fingers are a little bonier, hands noticeably more mature given the slight age gap between the two of you. a ring is around the base of her middle finger, something expensive looking with a small apricot-colored gem in it. in the warmth of your touch seems to relax her, and you can feel the tension slowly melting away as she leans into your embrace.
“you seem drained, was work exhausting?” you ask, turning to face her.
“just some really incompetent men and everything has been getting on my nerves. lots of deadlines that need to be met and some of my employees have been slacking.” jihyo sighs, “things are getting better, though. i made some... arrangements that should have things back in order.”
“i see.” you say, playing with her fingers. you press a kiss to the top of her head and reach for the iced tea, moving the straw to her mouth. “this should give you some energy, it’s the house tea, something peachy and sweet.”
“aw, you’re too kind, doll.” she says, pouting her lower lip before taking a sip. she takes a few more sips before grabbing the drink from your hand and setting it down on the table, then pecks your lips. “you’re seriously a gift, darling.”
almost three months and her little petnames still make your heart race, you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to them.
“sweetheart, if it’s not too much, could you massage my upper back? there's a lot of tension, god, it’s killing me.”
“of course.”
jihyo turns away from you so that her back faces you, and you place your hands on her tense shoulders. squeezing lightly to get her accustomed, she immediately relaxes into your touch, sighing as you massage her. she moves her head down so you can reach more of the stiff areas, and once your thumbs add more pressure, she lets out a louder sigh, more of a groan that makes you giggle, and leaving some room for imagination to other ways that can make her sound like that.
as jihyo turns away, her back facing you, you instinctively place your hands on her tense shoulders. with gentle pressure, you begin to massage her muscles, hoping to provide some relief from the tension that has accumulated there from whatever she’s been up to all day.
at first, jihyo tenses slightly at your touch, but as you continue to knead her shoulders, she gradually relaxes into your hands. a soft sigh escapes her lips as she leans into your touch, allowing you better access to the stiff areas of her muscles.
you adjust your position slightly, moving your hands to target the areas of greatest tension. with firm yet gentle pressure, you work your thumbs into the knots, eliciting a deeper sigh from jihyo's lips. the sound is more of a groan, and it sends a shiver down your spine, igniting a playful giggle.
“good?”
“ah- great.” she says through gritted teeth. she moves her hair over to once side, then asks, “can you get this side for me?” to which you respond with a hum.
as you continue to massage her shoulders, you can't help but let your mind wander, imagining other ways to draw out this genre of sounds from her. but for now, you're content to focus on the task at hand, providing jihyo with the comfort and relaxation she so desperately needs. and as you feel her muscles begin to loosen beneath your touch, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you're able to provide her with some relief.
however, this doesn’t necessarily mean that your mind is completely free of other intimate scenarios.
jihyo gets a little louder, failing to suppress the groans that slip past her lips. your hands slow down, instead, you start to slide your hands down her back and around her waist, gently placing them on the sides. leaning closer, you place a chaste kiss on the skin that isn’t covered by her hair, smirking into her.
“what are you doing honey?” she asks softly, turning her head just barely to catch you in her peripheral.
instead of responding verbally, you press longer, lingering kisses along jihyo's neck. with each gentle caress of your lips, she begins to relax further, her body responding to the intimacy of your affection.
sensing her movement, you feel her hand come to rest lightly on your head, her fingers tangling softly in your hair. the sensation sends a shiver down your spine, a warmth spreads throughout your body as you continue to place kisses along her neck.
slowly, almost imperceptibly, jihyo begins to turn toward you, her movements guided by the gentle coaxing of your lips against her skin. as she shifts, her hand remains on your head, the gentle pressure of her touch grounding you in the moment. with each kiss, you feel the tension melting away from jihyo's body.
finally, when she’s turned towards you, you catch her lips with your own. jihyo hums into the kiss, her hand moving from your head to the base of your neck, then to your shoulder.
you pull away briefly to mutter, “feeling better?” to which jihyo responds by pulling you in by the hem of your jacket, closing the distance again.
as the kisses between you and jihyo grow soft and slow, a familiar heat begins to build between you. your tongues meet again, this wouldn’t be the first time for sure.
feeling a surge of need coursing through you, you subtly shift your position, guiding jihyo down until she's reclining on the couch. with a smooth, fluid motion, you position yourself on top of her, your body pressing against hers, heat radiating off the two of you.
in this moment, you find yourself taking control – in contrast to how it usually goes. as you deepen the kiss, your hands roam freely over jihyo's body, tracing the curves of her figure before sliding your hands under the edge of her shirt. she gasps at the feeling of your fingers on her skin, leaving you to kiss the corner of her mouth and trail down.
with jihyo beneath you, her body yielding to your touch as you trail kisses down to her neck, you feel a sense of power and satisfaction wash over. you nip gently at her neck – careful not to make any noticeable marks – while she claws at your clothing.
“baby-- darling, god,” she groans as you nip at the right spot with your teeth. she lets you indulge for a few minutes more, clearly enjoying it as much as you do before halting your actions as you slide your hands up closer to her chest under her shirt.
you pause, pulling away and looking at her with confusion, “sorry, too much?”
“never too much,” jihyo assures, placing a hand on your cheek while she catches her breath. “my employees are outside.”
your eyes widen, then you get the message and mutter, “oh.”
jihyo giggles at your response before lifting her head up to kiss you deeply again, pulling away with a noticeable sound made from your lips parting. “you’re adorable.” she says before grabbing your phone out your pocket and checking the time briefly. “my nephew isn’t home, so how about we get situated at my place? i should’ve left the office thirty minutes ago.”
“anything you’d like.”
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with jihyo’s purse in your hand, you follow her into the house. the lights are off and it’s clear that no one’s home, leaving many possible opportunities for the two of you and even more scenarios to run through your head.
“have you had dinner? and don’t say you’ve had those pastries, that’s not enough darling.” jihyo says lightheartedly, though stern enough to let you know she’s serious. she places her purse on the counter and takes off her blazer, which reveals the shirt hugging her figure neatly. she's looking through the purse now, back faced you and you can’t help but check her out briefly. “if not, i'll order takeout.”
“that’s perfect.” you respond. jihyo turns towards you and grins, walking over and pecking your lips.
“yeah, i'll grab us some wine. order anything you’d like, love.”
“i’ve been craving bento bowls, is something japanese fine?”
“anything is fine, i'm starving even after that scone.” jihyo giggles, “also, it’s almost six. i have a little work call to answer, but after that we have the rest of tonight and the weekend if you’re not occupied with classes.”
“perfect, i'll just order for pick up then and then i'll be back in time for us to eat and whatnot. sound okay?”
“that’s lovely, then i'll have to find my favorite wine for us. the best for the best.”
you giggle before pressing your lips against hers again, pulling away just barely before she closes the distance again. her arms rest on her shoulders as she pushes you closer, then she deepens the kiss.
without thinking, you move yourselves over so that jihyo’s against the counter, your hands sliding under her shirt yet again and lips sliding down to the soft skin on her neck. she groans at the feeling, tilting her head back to give you more access to her as she tightens her hold on your shoulder.
“later tonight,” you mutter in between kisses, rubbing circles on her skin under her shirt. “let me help you relax, yeah?” you nip at her skin lightly and she lets out a sharp breath, hand moving to the side of your neck. “let me do the work this time, you deserve to sit back for once.”
“y/n--” jihyo begins, but is cut off by the sound of a phone ringing against the counter. she groans in frustration; this is the angriest you’ve seen her. her brows furrow and she tenses her jaw as she picks up the phone, then looks at you apologetically.
“you should take that.”
jihyo sighs, then kisses your nose. “you should order dinner.”
“mhm.” you mumble before kissing her jawline, removing your hands from under her shirt and jihyo whines just barely. her skin seems colder now that your hands aren’t on them, tracing patterns and rubbing up and down the landmarks.
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jihyo gave you the keys before you had left, so you didn’t have to ring the doorbell or anything – you assumed she’d still be on that work call.
as you enter the room, you find jihyo standing against the counter, her posture tense and her expression drawn with frustration. she's wearing something different: a cropped t-shirt and comfy sweatpants instead of her work attire. with one hand, she pinches the bridge of her nose, while the other holds a phone to her ear. she listens intently, her brow furrowed in concentration, as she navigates the seemingly irritating conversation on the other end of the line.
one arm crosses defensively while her gaze remains fixed on some distant point on the wood floor. to her left, on the smooth marble countertop, you notice two glasses and an unopened bottle of white wine.
“yes, i already have my employees on it.” you hear her say, tone stern yet level. “look, according to the results and feedback we’re doing fine, so i don’t understand why this meeting is still in session. i know you want to be secure, but doubting me won’t secure what’s already set. everything is fine, so go talk to samuel if you really want to bicker with someone who can’t do their job. he's been slacking with his unit; i've seen the data. goodbye.”
a small “ugh” is muttered under her breath before she places the phone down, then looks over to see you standing in the entrance of the hallway. a smile tugs at her lips immediately upon seeing you.
“two teriyaki salmon bentos for the struggling college student and her beautiful, older, hardworking, hot older woman.”
jihyo snickers, laughing at your stupid little titles. “calling me old?”
“well maybe... i’m into that though, so stay old.”
jihyo rolls her eyes at you, then watches you pull out the to go bowls out onto the table nearby. she walks over herself and brings the glasses and the wine bottle over. before she takes out the cork with her tool, she places a kiss on your cheek and mumbles against you a soft, “thank you.”
you grin and kiss her back before going back to the kitchen to grab utensils, and then back to the table to sit down next to your lover.
grabbing the boxes and handing jihyo a spoon, you ask, “how was your day? work seemed rough.”
a sigh leaves her lips, her aura radiating exhaustion and irriation, yet she stays calm and content before your eyes.
“just a lot of deadlines and dreadful people to deal with today, but it’s over and you made me feel better.”
“i’m glad.” you say, putting a hand on her thigh. “let’s eat, maybe you’ll be less exhausted.” to which jihyo responds with a nod and a kiss to your knuckles.
the sliding door in front of you two gave a great view of the setting sun, which made dinner quite romantic. jihyo shared more about her day, though it was mostly complaints mixed with frustrated grunts and groans when bringing up the men she had to face. you on the other hand, shared some small anecdotes from your shift and your roommate's own drama to jihyo, which she enjoyed listening to. before you knew it, dinner was finished – bowls clean and all, barely any remnants of the food left – which urged you two to throw away the plastic containers and head to the couch to sit and sip on wine.
jihyo sat beside you and swirled her wine around before sniffing, then took a small sip. you did the same, eyes lighting up from how good it was, which made jihyo laugh. and then the two of you went on to talk about more small things, ranging from what annoyed each of you during the day and things you both looked forward to.
the next thing you knew, your head was against jihyo’s shoulder, and your now empty glass was set on the table with hers.
“at least the day is over, hyo.”
she snickers upon hearing the name, then turns to you with a smile.
“hyo?”
“sorry, don’t like that name?”
“no, i love it. it's cute.” she assures, “adorable.”
“yeah?” you say, grinning. shifting yourself up to sit up right, you brush a strand of hair behind jihyo’s ear. “any plans tomorrow?” you ask, staring at her lips blatantly.
“no, what are you up to darling?”
you giggle and run your hand down to her jaw, placing your thumb on her lip and applying subtle pressure.
“let me help you relax tonight.” you simply answer, smirking devilishly. “seems like you need it.”
in no time, your lips make their way over to hers, you kiss her slowly and savor her. she places her hand on your shoulder, gripping slightly as you deepen the kiss.
your hands find their way under jihyo’s shirt again in no time, though at first, your fingers simply brush against her skin before doing anything big. you're taking your time exploring her, finding out which area on her rib makes her kiss sloppier or her breath shorter. you feel her responding to your touch, her movements becoming more urgent, more fervent.
jihyo's hands roam over your body in tandem with your own explorations, one hand in your hair and the other on the base of your wrist. you're both consumed by the heat of the moment, kisses with more tongue, breaths heavier, and jihyo’s groans getting louder. it's perfect.
you create a gap between the two of you after pulling away, your own breath heavy. jihyo looks at you: red, puffy lips and peach colored cheeks from the intimacy.
looking down at the edge of jihyo’s shirt, you silently ask to take it off by playing with the edge of the fabric.
“take it off.” she says lowly, almost an order.
nodding, you slip the shirt off, gazing at her clad chest.
you've seen her naked before – more than you can count on one hand – yet, she still manages to leave you in awe.
“fuck, you’re beautiful.” you sigh, immediately making your way over to her neck. “i could have you like this all day.” you groan against her skin, right before sucking near her pulse point so harshly to the point where she moans your name out, subconsciously gripping your hair and tugging so roughly it hurts your scalp.
blindly, you start to unclasp her bra, discarding it somewhere in the room – you could care less where it landed – and tending to the new area exposed.
a brush of your finger on her nipple already has it perked up, making her groan loudly. saying it’s music to your ears would be an understatement, it’s better than any symphony.
“y/n, baby,” jihyo moans, feeling a wetness pooling down in between her legs. “ah-”
your mouth lands on her chest, then down to her tits. you press a chaste kiss to her tits, making her look down at you with furrowed brows and parted lips. with full eye contact, you travel to the swell of her breast, finding your way to her nipple and swirling your tongue around. the way you suck on her sensitivity is enough to make her groan right in front of your face. the way her mouth gapes and oh, how lovely she sounds; you could get used to this for sure.
and later you pay attention to her other breast, treating it with the same care and evoking more lewd sounds from the older woman. the way she folds under your touch, twitching and slowly losing herself while she’s weak to you; jihyo could use more rest days, especially ones that have hours dedicated to you indulging in her.
moments later, after earning at least a song’s duration of jihyo’s indescribable pleasure seeping from her lips, you decide to look at the mess you’ve made.
marks of pink ranging to a darker red – even a near purple – are littered all over her skin, from her neck to all over her chest area. you bite your lip at the sight, rubbing your finger along a few of the hickeys.
“y/n, baby,” jihyo starts, looking at you intensely. “shirt off, down on the couch now. don't make me ask twice.” she orders breathlessly, narrowing her eyes and expecting immediate obedience – which she receives without question.
despite how much you’ve riled up and left her, she still has that natural authority. there's absolutely no way you could disobey her, at the end of the day, no matter what you’ve done to her; you belong to jihyo now, no doubt.
“yes ma’am.”
as you slip the shirt off in one motion, jihyo uses that short duration of time to slip off her comfortable pants, discarding them and slipping her panties off. she watches you – who's watching her in return – you're propped up by your elbows as you watch her sit on your lap, feeling your pussy throb just from the feeling of her bare cunt on the denim covering your heat.
“good girl, always. you know how to listen to me, glad you know your place.”
“of course.” you say, looking at her with desperate eyes.
“you know how i've told you about today, yeah? it was so difficult, so many incompetent people. you’re going to listen to me, okay? you're gonna let mommy use you just like the good girl you are, got it?”
taken aback by the new title, you hesitate to respond, too entranced by the sight in front of you: jihyo completely naked, on your nap, with her hands resting on your abdomen to hold herself up. when she doesn’t get a response from you, she grinds harshly against your lap, earning a pathetic whine from you.
she presses her hand down on your abdomen harder, earning a sharp breath from your lips.
“you answer me when i talk to you, i won’t say this again.”
“y-yes, sorry.”
she leans closer, her face above yours and gaze sharp. “yes who?”
with no hesitation, you correct yourself. “yes mommy, i'm sorry, i'll be a good girl from now on.”
jihyo smiles, pleased to say the least.
“down on the couch then honey, on your back.” she says gently, though there’s still that stern tone.
you gulp, then nod. jihyo smiles as you set your head down, putting your arms off to the side so your hands can gently caress her thighs. she gets up on her knees, repositioning herself so that her cunt is hovering above your chin, then stroking your cheek lightly. you look at her with puppy eyes, silently begging for her to let you get a taste; she gets the message almost immediately, then sets her cunt right above your mouth.
your hands reach for the sides of her waist, moving her down just an inch so you can get a taste of her arousal.
she groans again, throwing her head back before looking back at you with creased brows: your cheeks are red, your eyes are closed, and you’re humming against her while you eat her out ravenously. the last time you had eaten someone out had been a while ago, and jihyo’s been the one fucking you to oblivion since the first night with her. you're following her body, sliding your tongue up her folds and sucking on her clit once you reach. she gasps and grips your hair the way you like it, rough and demanding. her nails dig into your scalp, and you let out a little moan yourself, turned on just as much as you are when she’s doing everything to you.
attentive to the sounds she’s making, you keep doing what earns the more pleasing reactions. she's griding against the flat of your tongue, forcibly pushing your mouth into her wetness the more you indulge. she's moaning louder, her deep, mature voice growing breathy and higher pitched the more you please her.
and then she shifts your lips over to the left side of her clit, so you suck and lick and groan until the living room is filled with the sound of squelches of her pussy and your mouth coming into contact mixed with moans that fade into nothing as they’re caught in throats. jihyo's cursing more and more, holding you in one spot with that one hand gripping onto your hair like there’s no tomorrow whilst she grinds herself on your tongue and completely uses you.
“y/n, y/n darling, honey, fuck, ah-!” she cries out, shaking until she isn’t, propping herself up with one hand on your hip bone and the other loosening her grip on your now disheveled hair. she grinds slowly now, still stimulating the aching between her legs whilst you clean up all her climax with your tongue.
slowly, you take your time licking up her folds, savoring her. a press to her clit later and you're pressing more on her inner thigh until she shifts herself off your face and back to your lap.
she runs a hand through her hair – some strands sticking to her forehead.
you catch your breath, then sit up a little bit, jihyo still in your lap.
“feeling better?” you ask, your hand settling on her explosed ribcage before moving up to cup the bottom of her tit.
“much better.” she grins, fixing the hair she’s ruined. strands fall over your face, she runs a few fingers through to fix it up again.
laughing, you lean closer to press a kiss to her lips, smirking once you part away.
“y/n,” jihyo begins, twirling a piece of hair with her fingers. “you’ll be a good girl, right?”
you nod.
“good, because the night isn’t over.” she says menacingly, looking at you with darkened pupils. “on the ground, on your knees. you're gonna eat mommy out until she’s satisfied, got it?”
“yes ma’am, yes mommy.” you say, immediately switching positions.
jihyo watches you move over to the ground, the visible patch of arousal apparent on your denim as you kneel. she traces down the grooves of your torso, indulging in the sight before sitting back and spreading her legs.
seeing her like this, you lick your lips. you're like an obedient puppy, eager to receive her approval and eager to serve her in any way she sees fit.
jihyo raises her brows at the sight and smiles devilishly at how pathetic you look. she gives you the green light after relishing your submission.
“eat.”
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just like every other morning, you’re stuck in jihyo’s bed half naked. some sports bra covers the upper half of your body, and boy shorts hug the skin just below your waist. the older woman’s hands are wrapped around your waist, one hand sitting on the exposed hip bone that pops out, and she’s warm against you, her chest rising and falling against your back.
shifting subtly in your place, you turn over to face her.
her face is bare, no makeup on and it’s just jihyo before you. she's rubbing her hands on the exposed skin on your hip, mumbling something groggily under her breath. it's been a while since you’ve seen her like this – it's been a bit since you’ve been alone with her, really alone, just the two of you and no one else or worry of interruption.
“mm, honey,” jihyo mumbles, and you can’t tell if she’s awake or asleep while saying this. “closer.”
“okay.”
you find your nose in the crook of her neck, smelling faint hints of lavender while you press closing. she rubs your shoulder with her thumb, tracing patterns and shapes you can’t really put a name on. the sun hits her eyes, you hear a little groan, and then a little yawn that gives you the hint that she’s fully awake.
a hand finds itself tangled in your hair, then massages your scalp. “did you sleep alright?” jihyo asks, voice gentle and caring as she holds you.
“i slept great, you?”
“wonderfully.”
a kiss is pressed to your forehead and fingers play with the rim of your boy shorts. a soft smile plays across your face, you close your eyes and breathe out.
“sweetheart.” jihyo hums, tapping your shoulder.
“hm?”
“i realized i've never really, fully expressed how thankful i am for you.”
upon hearing jihyo’s sentimental words, you pull away from where your face had been nestled, face to face with jihyo now.
“what?”
“i haven’t been that, well--” jihyo’s face flushes – to oyur surprise – she looks down at your clad chest, then back at your eyes. “relaxed. you helped me unwind, thank you.”
you can’t help but giggle, finidng all of this so cute. jihyo had been ordering you around last night, moaning so loud the neighbors probably heard. you can still feel a little ache in your scalp from how roughly she was pulling at your hair; everything about the night before was so lewd. it's funny how vulnerable and cute jihyo’s being right now, letting her heart do the talking.
“you’re adorable, hyo.” you sigh, looking at her with admiration. “i’m glad i was there to help, and i'm looking forward to helping out whenever you want.”
“y/n.” jihyo begins, placing her hand on your cheek and looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “will you be my girlfriend?”
giggling again upon hearing the seriousness in her voice and the adorable look on her face, you nod.
“of course.”
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at the end of the weekend – a beautiful sunday evening, the sky painted hues of pink and purple – you’re in your desginated spot: the passenger’s side of jihyo’s car.
both of you sit in silence as jihyo exits the freeway, some pop song playing on the radio. her hand is intertwined with yours, elbows sitting on the little compartment that seperates the two seats. she's humming along and it’s music to your ears, you’re smiling ear to ear as you watch her.
sunglasses sit on the crown of her head, her side profile staying in its place while the scenery behind her flashes by as the car moves forward. she's beautiful.
once you reach your apartment complex, jihyo parks somewhere close.
“don’t move, just stay there.” you warn her, sounding all serious and looking at her with raised brows.
“darling, what?” she asks, a little smile tugging at the corner of her lips. she giggles once you leave the car hurriedly, rushing towards the other side to open her door.
“miss park.” you say, putting your hand out. jihyo laughs, amused at your little gesture. she takes your hand and steps out, rolling her eyes at you.
“you’re unbelieveable.”
“well, after seeing how scared everyone was at your work place the other day, i feel like i should treat you better.”
“you’re my girlfriend, not my employee y/n.” jihyo scoffs, then kisses the back of your hand.
once you make it to your apartment, you knock on the door, waiting for the familiar face to open the door for you.
sarah opens the door a few seconds later, eyes widnening upon seeing you and jihyo right in front of her – hands holding and all.
“oh my god you really did manage to get with her.” sarah says in disbelief, making you roll oyur eyes and the little comment making jihyo snicker. “you’re jihyo? wow, oh my god, you look so young – i mean, you are, like--”
“i get what you mean, thank you.” jihyo responds lightheartedly, smiling at the woman in front of her.
the two of you step in and sarah is still examining jihyo, baffled by how unreal she looks – and wow, your descriptions and rambles about this woman did not prepare her for this meeting. jihyo sets herself down on the couch and sarah pulls you to the side quickly before the two of you join her.
“oh my god when you said older woman i didn’t expect godly cheekbones, jawline sharper than a knife, and fucking luxury to show up holding your hand.”
“she’s amazing.”
“ugh, you’re drooling.” sarah sighs.
you smile at your roommate like a proud little kid, pushing her lightly before joining your now girlfriend on the couch.
maybe majoring in education was worth it, you think to yourself as you watch sarah grin at the two of you from across where you’re sitting. despite your dreadful research papers, essays, and mock lectures – all of it was worth it if it meant meeting jihyo.
sarah puts a leg over the other, leaning back against the smaller seat in your living room.
“you know, y/n has been gushing over you since like, the first time she tutored your nephew. she's kept me up at night just talking about--”
“sarah!”
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French Toast — Kuroo Tetsurou
+ established relationship, living together,
Early mornings with Kuroo are never predictable.
Sometimes, you have to force him awake even though he set himself thirteen alarms because he swore he’d wake up to them. Other times you’d wake up to his head tucked neatly under your chin an arm draped across your torso as he mindlessly traced shapes into your skin.
This morning, however, his side of the bed was empty. That was unusual.
“Tetsurou?” Your voice was laced with a groggy undertone as you yawned out his name. It was a bit earlier than he had planned to get up and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing.
You couldn’t find it in yourself to leave your bed quite yet, it was warm and you were far more comfortable than you had been last night. Getting out now meant you had to start your day, and you were going to enjoy every extra minute of resy you could.
“One sec!” His reply camed rushed and muffled from the kitchen, and then you finally registered the warm scent of fresh coffee drifting into your bedroom. There was something else mingling with the bitter smell, you swore it was cinnamon.
“What are you doing?” You mused, rolling over on your side trying to peak out of the hallway a little more from your vantage point on the bed. It didn’t really work. “Why does it smell like you’re cooking something-”
You were cut off when a loud string of curses flooded the kitchen, and you had to stop the laughter from bubbling out of your chest. It was only a second later when a harsh burnt odor rushed into your room covering up every other homey smell that you’d been enjoying.
“Damn it.” Kuroo’s obvious frusrtration was almost funny, and you probably would’ve laughed now but you were more curious to see what he was messing up.
Pulling a blanket over your shoulders you pushed of the bed towards the kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the two cups of coffee set nicely on the table, then you saw the two plates set up for something.
Kuroo stood at the stove one hand on his hip and the other fiddling with something in the pan.
“What’re you makin?” You hummed as you wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to peak around his broad shoulders. That’s when you found the source of the burnt aroma, in the pan there was something that looked like french toast.
“God, you scared me.” He let out a short breath as he twisted around to look at you, a smile immediatly covering up any sort of pout from ruining what he was cooking. “Morning.”
“Morning.” You leaned up and pressed your lips to his and he slowly responded, turning his attention away from the stove to you for longer than he meant to. You had to pull back first, staying close enough to where your breath lingered on his lips. “You’re going to burn that even more.”
“Shoot, you’re right.” He looked back to the pan, pulling out whatever was salvagable and adding it to the small plate of french toast that he’d already cooked.
As you looked through the plate it seemed that almost every piece was at aleast a little bit burnt.
“This was harder than I thought.” Kuroo said softly staring at the food as well.
“How come you’re making french toast this early?”
“Remember last night when you said you were craving it from that one brunch spot we used to go to?” He answered and his voice picked up an excited edge as he spoke. “I found a recipe online for it but as you can see it didn’t turn out right.”
“I don’t know, it still looks pretty good to me.” Your chest felt warm from his answer, he was so stupidly thoughtful at times you couldn’t help but adore him even more. “Give me a piece, I want to try it.”
He tore of a piece that didn’t seem to be too burnt and offered it to you, raising an eyebrow slightly when you didn’t take it.
“I’m too warm, I don’t want to stop hugging you.” You responded hoping he’d get what you were trying to say, the soft silence from him was your answer though. “Feed it to me.”
“Oh my god, okay.” He laughed and you could feel his chest shaking slightly. He dropped the small piece in your mouth quickly, faking being scared you’d bite him. “Hows it taste?”
“You did pretty good!” To say you were suprised was an understatment, despite the appearance of the french toast it tasted amazing, so similar to the one from the restuarant. “Okay, give me another piece.”
“No, feed yourself.” He laughed again when he saw the expression you gave him.
“Rude.” You muttered and pressed your face into his shoulder trying to savor the warmth coming from him. “Did you make me coffee too?”
“Mhm, I didn’t burnt that at least.” He wrapped his arms around you now, resting his chin on your head slightly. Mornings like this were so nice, and you didn’t to share them that often with your class schedules.
“I’d hope not.” You sighed softly after seeing the time. “Let’s eat, even though all I can smell now is burnt food, it’s making me hungry.”
Kuroo rolled his eyes at your comment, moving away from your hold to set up the food at the table with the coffee.
“What are you doing?” He asked once you pulled out your phone as you started taking pictures of the food that sat in front of you.
“I’m sending this to Kenma. He’d love to see how great of a chef you are.”
“I am never cooking for you again.” Kuroo muttered despite the smile pulling his lips up, that was a lie and both of you knew it.
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A NEW WAY
Chapter 1(I sincerely hope this work was not for nothing)
Vox and val played in bed together. He was a clingy piss baby and liked cuddling with vox especially when he was upset...which was all the time. They layed close together for awhile Valentino petting the top of his boyfriends TV head. Although vox usually put on a tough persona he felt a lot more comfortable with the vee's. When Val pet his head he could feel himself let go, he fell asleep at val's soft touch.
Valentino still holding him with his right arm found it really adorable especially with his soft snores and the red lines from his slightly opened mouth. The only thing he wanted in his life was vox. Valentino would let go of everything just to have vox he'd even give up his status Although he knew vox probably wouldn't do the same for him. Valentino knew this wouldn't last forever though and he'd soon ruin it with his quik-temper and impulsivitiy would make this end just as quick as it begun. It was an awful on and off again proccess.
Vox still layed deep asleep on Valentinos chest and mumbled "Iloveyoualastor". Valentinos eyes shattered like broken glass at voxs unconscious words. Although val would usually scream and throw things whenever vox mentioned alastor, which was a lot, this time he didn't. Val was trying to better himself or at least be less impulsive.
Valentino was about to yell at him but then he looked at vox's sleepy face, his body was limp and tired from working all day, he pretty much fell asleep as soon as they layed down together. Val jsut couldn't do it this time he looked to adorable to Valentino. He still wanted this moment to last and not be ruined by him. For now val would just enjoy the moment. Vall then fell asleep at the comfy presence of his boyfriend. They both resyed for about an hour and then vox woke up with a slight panic and Valentino almost immediately after.
"Shoot, did I fall asleep again?" Vox says holding his head. "Voxy, it's okay, I fell asleep too, you don't have to always be so tough especially with me, I like you just the way you are even with your cute little sleepy face voxy~" Valentino teases as he held vox's screen. " I know" vox said sheepishly still not 100 sure of himself. "You were talking about alastor in your sleep again voxy~". Vox's screen turned a dark remand he groaned "ugh, what the fuck did I say this time, I HATE that peice of shit"
Valentino gave vox a look with ine raised eyebrow " well you Said you loved him an hour ago". Voxs screen glitched until it displayed "overheat" on the center. "I was unconscious, I didn't mean anything I said" vox replied slightly ticked. "You seem pretty awake during the five times a day you call me alastor". Vox put his finger up about to respond but then grew speechless. Valentino then suggested "what if I kill him? Problem solved" he said pulling out a pink gun that he had decided made him look Sexier than the gold gun.
"Yes kill that som of a bitch!! And did you have that on you the whole time?". Valentino immediately jumped up still holding his gun clearly ready to.march over and just kill the radio demon. Vox immediately grabs him by the hood of his wings making him fall backwards onto the floor. Vox towered over him as valentino layed back to the floor" are you insane? Hells crush you! Just like he did to me" vox says dramatically closing his fist in anger.
"Cut the melodrama voxy~, but what do you propose?" Valentino replied
"I'm not proposing to him again, valentino"
"I mean how do you think we should kill him?"
Velvettes tumbles through the door and says in her usual sassy horizontal head Bob "can't you just take control of Angel and kill him?"
Val replied "WHAT IN THE UNHOLY HELL!?? HAVE YOU BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME??..but no I might have not gotten that bitch to sign it if it wasn't only for the studio. So im.limited to what I can do to control him."
"That sucks" velvette replied. A sudden idea popped into vox's head and he had the vees follow him into the elevator upstairs until they reached his TV room. Vox sat in his chair and pulled up a digital file on his computer. It was a bulletin board that just had a bunch of pictures of alastor with with red strings that had little hearts implanted around them. In the middle was just one giant sticky note that said "kill?".
" one time I satrtes plotting how to kill alastor but I didn't get to far" vox said not very impressed with his work.
" got to lost in his eyes" velvette teased as valentino rolled his eyes".
Authors notes: sorry that the characters aren't that in character I just wrote this for fun because I got bored in social studies and spent like an hour transitioning it to my phone.
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you know after the absolute shitshow of a week ive had and whatever the fuck that was this (yesterday?) morning i just want to say thank you to everyone who reached out and hyped me up and sent me memes and resi stuff and new music recs and gave advice and encouraged me to not let assholes get the better of me. i barely responded to anything because i hit post lims super early and now im just too drained to keep up replies but i really did read everything and i appreciate yall so so much 🥹🫶🏻
it’s really hard to stay positive these days especially when you have people constantly trying to be beat you down and i never like reaching out and asking for help or a shoulder to lean on but everyone always is going out of their way to make sure im fine and not in a bad headspace. i really don’t think i deserve it but i know so many will tell me otherwise 😅 i just appreciate everything you do for me when i have nothing to offer in return.
all i really want is to bring love and positivity wherever i go. that is my only wish. i never want to make anyone feel uncomfortable or bad about themselves and i want to be a safe space for those who need it because everyone deserves that. if i would ever overstep anyone’s boundaries or say or do something that they don’t like i would hope i would be made aware of it so i could remedy my actions. i know i don’t need to say any of this and its probably pointless and entirely unnecessary but at the very least i just needed to get this off my chest because yall really do mean a lot to me and i don’t show my appreciation for you enough.
like always im going to try and not let the negativity get to me and im not going to let it change me. i love who i am and i love the energy i bring so im not doing to let that die.
im sorry if this is silly i just really wanted to show my appreciation in the only way i could think how. thank yall for always hanging out with me and indulging in my constant chaos~ i really don’t know what I would do without you 🫶🏻
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you've been in resi fandom for such a long time right? then how do you feel about it as a whole if you don't mind me asking? is it better to just stay in your own safe space with people that share the same opinion as you to further avoid unnecessary drama like I've noticed that likes to break out from time to time? even though it's like this in probably almost every other space there is 😐
i know i'm going to get shit for this answer but
i regard the RE fandom with the same kind of baffled contempt that xenosys vex has for the FFXIV community. but instead of being hypocritical about cosmetic mods vs gameplay mods, they're hypocritical in their elitism. they'll jump down my throat for not accepting every reading of the canon/characters as valid and then turn around and dox a minor for not having the same opinions on ships as them.
i DO keep to myself. i never message anybody or send anyone asks or respond to their posts or reblog their posts with commentary. i don't even follow back the people who follow me. i stay the fuck here, in this sandbox, and keep 90% of my posts untagged so that people can't find me, either. and i STILL get hammered with hate and salt and bullshit from people who have found my shit somehow and made themselves mad over it.
the RE fandom is the fucking worst.
people from your own ship community will turn on you and dogpile you for not shipping the ship the same way that they do. i've been disowned from a huge chunk of the eagleone fandom -- to the point where they refuse to use the eagleone ship name anymore and ban anyone from the discord server who associates with me -- despite me being the sole person out here trying to prove that eagleone is canon -- because i *checks notes*
didn't like a list of prompts for a ship week or the ship name they were using and then refused to make a public apology for it. also i don't read fanfiction.
they sent me over 50 hate anons in 24 hours. and they still stalk me and try to bait me into shit. and then they have the gall to complain about aeon fandom bullying them, when they do the same shit to one of their own.
people will yell at me for "policing how other people ship" because i reject the "siblings" discourse, while obsessively stalking my blog and trying to police how i talk on it.
you guys should fucking SEE the bullshit that gets dropped into my inbox on a regular basis. and i'm a fucking nobody. i couldn't imagine what it'd be like to actually be, like, a known figure in the fandom.
and away from ships, you've got assholes spreading misinformation, KNOWING that it's misleading/inaccurate, and doing it anyway because they've convinced themselves it's a net good for the fandom. i got into it with a mafia background truther on twitter once who admitted "yeah a lot of this stuff is contradicted by the game" but insisted on spreading the bullshit anyway because "people want to know this stuff," completely missing the point of "you're misleading them because they don't know any better."
look at leon's wiki, for fuck's sake. it's filled to bursting with shit that just flat-out isn't true, but it's closed to editing by the public because the elitist fucks who run the wiki got so high sniffing their own farts that they don't want to be told they're wrong.
so in the words of xeno:
"that's your fault, if you give a shit about the [RE fandom]. the [RE fandom] are fucking shitheads. they're assholes. they're fucking dumb as fuck. why the fuck do you give a shit about what the [RE fandom] thinks? i don't understand. like, dude, the [RE fandom] is the last fucking [fandom] you want to listen to."
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Bartendin’ Blues
Sypnosis || In which Mika finds Bunji after the events of G.O.R.E
WC || 868
Contents || bartender/drinksmith!Bunji, Mika is in her 30’s (relatively), pure fluff and sprinkles of angst, Bunji in his old man feelings, decent ending, somewhat rushed.
Note || I keep thinking about… what IF Bunji worked as a bartender? Would be so neat. Especially also along with the idea that Mika and Bunji could possibly actually have a positive interaction for ONCE. They very rarely interact in canon, but this little writing of mine is just an idea of that happening.
The sea of bastards was not something new to him.
Chain of command my ass.
There sure was hell ain’t no kings, and there was no god cept’ man. He looked down at the bottom of the bottle long enough to understand something close or other, he killed his deposition, and now he’d naturally assume it was genetically defined within all men amongst the bottoms of the earth. However Bunji left that life behind a long time ago, but his reputation stained him, like a target upon his back. It was lucky in nature that he was left alone to his vices, vying for a more less dramatic life.
Right now, that was far down his list of worries however.
Mind over matter he’d tell himself.
Yet this ain’t one of his usual bastard patrons, this was a lady. Someone he seldom had the grievance of meeting once or twice, hell he remembers saving her too.
“Anythin’ to your fancy little lady?” He spoke, casting her a knowing look as he walked over to her spot of location within the bar. The silver-headed woman tensed up, sensing she was a focus of attention within the bartender’s eyes. She wasn’t sure exactly what to say, or what to do for that matter, getting here was the easy part — trying to strike up a conversation with the man that saved her from that exploding airship on top of the building so many years ago wasn’t.
Red flickered upon in the vision of the two, a quiet reminder that he was under the control of a greedy asshole who was trying to ensure the spread of SEED. The very subject of the matter that coursed through the veins of the young lady.
The very bullet that he shot her with.
She held her nimble and fragile hands together, fiddling with her fingers in order to stead her ever-growing anxiety. The wolfish man stood there with a patience he never could’ve had when he was younger, awaiting her words. Finally, she had spoken, so tenderly, “Just something regular, nothing too strong. I am sure you have better knowledge on drinks then I do Mr. Kugashira.” As if it were, it felt like yesterday he remembered crossing paths with her for the very first time. When she was twelve years old, a target was on her back for merely being the daughter of Big Daddy, a well-respected man who maintained the age-old Millenion and left it with a great legacy. Only back then, Bra- Beyond The Grave had risen to ensure every single last one of the members of Millenion would be sent to their own graves.
His calloused hands moved upon instinct, without hesitation to gather up the ingredients upon hearing her request. Bunji wanted to speak, but his vocal cords were more or less worse for wear, yet he made the effort to do so anyway. “Mika,” He began, his chest rumbling in a low chuckle, “Ain’t that your name?” His voice was gravelly, yet so warm. It reminded Mika of a fondness a father would have for his children, but she shook off the memory and nodded with a quiet hum.
Bunji set down the mixer, bringing up his hand to adjust the collar right atop his tie. “Well I suppose I can’t just assume yer’ only here to reminisce aren’t you?” Quiet laughter shook his shoulders, trembling may they be. He resumed his ministrations, not caring if Mika had answered him or not.
It was then he had set her drink down in front of her crossed arms, had she mustered the courage to respond, “SEED has resurfaced, and we need more hands. It’s becoming difficult to obtain.”
“So you want me to join your little resistance group?” He shot back, toying with bar tools that he had in hand. Mika went quiet, and that confirmed everything he had suspected. Bunji’s shoulders faltered, in a way displaying his exhaustion, but he could never truly feel anything of the sort. A deadman has no need for pain or the physical toll a nasty situation would take on a person. “Your father would be pretty impressed y’know.”
Mika’s eyes shot up, wide with surprise at the sincerity in the former hitman’s words. He was glad he constantly wore his sunglasses, his eyes would be telling a completely different story to the young lady.
A sigh escaped her lips, her head somewhat hanging low, the eventful memories all coming back of her mother telling Mika all about Big Daddy. How powerful and what a proud man he was, “Pretty sure he wouldn’t be proud of me at all.”
Bunji cracked his neck, leaning forward and crossing his arms as he got a closer look at Mika, “Now why in the hell would’ja say that?” He raised his eyebrow, truly showing his confusion. Bunji had meant it when he said her father would be proud of her, but why would she downplay her own efforts in life? Especially if she was working so hard to prevent the disaster of SEED from destroying the lives of civilians and people alike.
In his book, that would be nothing short of someone who truly was human.
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Hi I’m going to annoy you with a random thought because of mermay.
Cirein-cròin Soap (Scottish sea serpent) and injured Dragon Ghost who Soap saved from organ harvesters. Normally they’d be natural enemies but Soap loves Ghost’s Fire and Ghost loves Soaps blue eyes and violence.
Not actually mermaids but eh I like dragons
Let's here it
Yes. Yes absolutely. I love when things that are supposed to be natural enemies become best friends or more.
Maybe not but it's still delicious
#call of duty modern warfare#cod modern warfare#john soap mactavish#soap x ghost#ghoap#simon ghost riley#Resi responds#hybrid au annon
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Day 11: Drag
Dean cups his hand around the flame just like Dad taught him to. The sharp spell of the smoke calms him, even before he takes his first drag.
Dad showed how to smoke a cigarette when Dean was eight, the pair of them standing on Bobby’s porch. Inside, Bobby was fuming at Dad. Outside, Dad was still breathing heavily from all the yelling.
Sammy was playing in the yard beyond, rolling around a toy dump truck Bobby had pulled from god knows where.
As Dean and Sam got older, they became the main reason Dad snuck away for a cigarette. He’d brood under the eave of the motel six, half hidden in shadow, and, from the window, Dean would watch the curl of smoke drift up and up.
Sammy used to lecture Dad about it, once he was old enough to understand the anti-smoking PSAs on TVs. Sammy would yell at Dad; Dad would yell at Sammy for yelling at him; Sammy would say something like, if the monsters won’t kill you first, those cancer sticks will!; and Dad would go out into the parking lot for a smoke, the motel door slamming behind him.
This motel is fancier than Dad used to go for, no water stained ceilings or funky smell in the shower. The lights under the eave actually work, so Dean sees exactly what he’s doing as he inhales his first drag.
He blows the smoke from his mouth, watching it drift up and up.
The nicotine hits him slowly. The tension dribbles away from his shoulders and neck, his spine sloping as he leans against the wall.
Dean flicks the cigarette, scattering ashes over the cement floor outside the motel door. He takes another drag, trying to focus on the steady motion of his hands and the crickets chirping in the shadows beyond.
The door opens behind him, and Dean doesn’t turn around.
“Dean?”
Dean doesn’t respond, but his lips tighten around his cigarette before he catches himself. He exhales half-a-beat off his rhythm.
“I think you misunderstood me.”
Dean closes his eyes, inhaling deeply.
“I didn’t mean to say you were incompetent or couldn’t finish the hunt,” Cas continues. “I’m just… worried about you.” He heaves a heavy sigh. “You seem so different lately,” he says quietly.
Dean turns around.
Cas frowns at the cigarette in his hand. “You’ve been sleeping more; you almost slept a whole eight hours last night.”
Dean narrows his eyes.
“Your appetite has changed,” Cas continues, his voice tight. “You last ate a bacon cheeseburger sixteen ago. You ordered a chicken sandwich at dinner, and the chicken wasn’t even stuffed inside a duck or turkey.”
“The last turducken I ate had farm-to-table Leviathan benzos in it, so I’m not sure where you got the idea they’re my favorite,” Dean says, amused despite himself. All Cas has been saying is true; the angel has a photographic memory. He’d be an idiot to deny any of it (not that he hasn’t done it before).
“You’ve been more irritated and short-tempered too,” Cas barrels on. “And every predominant theory in modern psychiatry dictates major changes in lifestyle like these can be warning signs of an impending mental health emergency.”
Dean takes a long drag of his cigarette so he doesn’t burst out laughing right in Cas’s face. “Alright, Sherlock, you caught me.”
Cas’s gaze rakes up and down Dean’s whole body, like one of his freaky angel powers includes diagnosis by sight alone.
“I’ve been sleeping more because I’ve been more relaxed,” Dean says with a small smile. “No impending apocalypse for the first time in fifteen years will do that to you.”
“But –”
“I got a chicken sandwich because, for the first time, I care if I fall dead from a heart attack at 55,” Dean says with a grimace. “Before, I always thought I wouldn’t see forty, but since the big four-oh has come and gone, it might happen.” He points an unwavering finger in Cas’s face. “Don’t you dare tell Sammy. Next thing you know, he’ll be ordering salads for me, and that’s not a line I’m willing to cross.”
Slowly, Cas shakes his head in agreement.
“What was the last thing?” Dean asks.
“You’ve been especially irritated lately.”
Dean resists the urge to make a face and prove Cas’s point. “Yeah, well that’s half your fault.”
“How?”
“You wanna talk about feelings all the time!”
Cas blinks. “Because that’s what people in a relationship do. Communication is the most important skill for couples to master.”
Dean purses his lips. “Where’d you learn that, Cosmo?”
“Teen Vogue.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dean rubs his hand down his face, “you’re unbelievable.”
“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about –”
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” Dean says wearily. “I have no idea what I’m doing, and fuck knows I’m never gonna read Seventeen or whatever, so if you say we should talking about that shit, I will talk about it, okay? Just don’t expect me to get it right on the first try – or twentieth.”
Cas just looks at him, his eyes huge.
“So,” Dean says gruffly, “everything’s fine. I’m fine. I’m not gonna jump off a bridge when I’m happier than I’ve been in just about ever.”
“Jeopardy! is about to start,” Cas says, tilting his head significantly back to their motel room. “You should come inside.”
Dean rolls his eyes. “You know that’s playing dirty.”
“You’ve been very invested in Celebrity Jeopardy for the past few weeks,” Cas says primply. “I know you’d be disappointed if you missed it.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’.” Dean drops his cigarette on the ground and grinds out the remaining embers with the toe of his boot.
“Also, you shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for your health.”
“Aw,” Dean leans in to kiss Cas’s cheek, “you sound like Sammy.”
“Perish the thought,” Cas deadpans.
“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that.” He opens the motel door and gestures Cas inside. “People might think you’re a weirdo.”
Cas sighs. “Because that’s never happened before.”
Dean grins as he lets the door close behind them. “Hey, man, you said it, not me.”
#suptober22#destiel#destiel fanfic#established relationship#john winchester's a+ parenting#post series#canon divergence#rae writes fic#i'm still working on day 10#i know it goes from day 9 to day 11
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20 questions!
thanks for the tag darling @galacticgraffiti
How many works do you have on AO3?
41
What’s your total AO3 word count?
153,263
What fandoms do you write for?
I've posted fics for Star Wars, Red Dead Redemption, and Mortal Kombat. I have many. many unposted WIPs for other fandoms (tlou, cp2077, bg3, cod, resi, disco elysium..........) but we don't count those
What are your top five fics by kudos?
Little Orphan Ani – in which Obi-Wan and Cody dad at Anakin
Truly, Deeply – in which anidala is obvious and Obi-Wan is exhausted
family – in which Fox has a bad reputation and gets a new shiny
stylus pushing, and other workplace hazards – whumpy 5+1 centered around my Coruscant Guard CMO (hi nocte). obligatory dead dove warning
blank – in which Fox faces down reconditioning
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
sometimes. I really truly wish I was better about this but I respond poorly to compliments! so!
What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
looking back on it now, it might be blank LMAO
or guess it just wants to die
What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
honestly I feel like the closest I get to happy endings is optimistic ones 😬
Do you get hate on fics?
I get people upset about abandoned fics but that's about it
Do you write smut? If so what kind?
of course lol I write . the smutty kind? gay smutty sex? my reader inserts days are over though
Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I have a Mortal Kombat x Star Wars crossover rattling around in my brain but I doubt it'll get written
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that I know of
Have you ever had a fic translated?
nope, but one got a podfic
Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
nah. never really had the opportunity
What’s your all-time favourite ship?
how could you ask me this. I'm vox trash. obviously. bobadin, obviously. subscorp (kuaizo? what are y'all calling it now?). currently I have cataclysmic bloodweave brainrot
What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
aw man I have so many.
What are your writing strengths?
I like to think I'm pretty good at dialog and atmosphere
What are your writing weaknesses?
pacing. transitions. augh.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I'm bad at it!
First fandom you wrote for?
RDR 💀
Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
can I plead the fifth here? I don't really uhhhh read my own writing. maybe vode an
ANYWAY. no pressure tags! @kiwikipedia @persesnickety @chadillacboseman @baba-fett @corvod @hamburgerslippers @calamity-aims and whoever wants to join, sorry to anyone already tagged
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20 Questions for Fic Authors
Thank you @resident-rats for tagging me!!
1. How many works do you have?
14!
2. What is your Ao3 word count?
85,507 (crazy bc I just started writing in November)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I started out with Jujutsu Kaisen, have done a little One Piece and one Castlevania, and now it's alllll Resident Evil
4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?
So all 5 are non-resi (just gigantic fandoms I was writing for) so instead of listing those I'll say my top fic by kudos is a JJK fic called Cancelled Plans (satosugu) and then my top RE fics are:
Getting ******** Instead of going to Therapy (would you believe this was my first Serennedy fic ever.... I'm sorry)
Haunted
The Science of a Soulmate
when you hold me, it holds me together
5. Do you respond to comments?
yes absolutely I LOVE comments and I love screaming about my fics with people who comment`
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oh god I had a pretty angsty one hidden somewhere in my GeGo week stuff
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
uhhh the itafushi college au fic I wrote a while back, stick your tongue down my throat
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I haven't, no!
9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?
For sure, not as much recently (although I have posted a couple of things anon........) but I have a couple of smut drafts rn. I love writing stuff where the two partners are exploring new things about themselves, but I've experimented with all kinds.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?
Haven't tried that!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nah my works not good enough for theft
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No but one (kind of?) in the works. Like early early conceptual stage tho
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
Well only two ships have rotted my brain enough to do things like make a whole ass Tumblr account and start writing fanfic in the first place so I'll give that award to satosugu and serennedy
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Honestly? If I'm not going to have the energy to finish something I scrap it early on, so I don't have any of those yet.
16. What are your writing strengths?
NO IDEA. uhhhhhhhhhhhhh maybe atmosphere? I really don't know. I'm not trying to be self-deprecating I just don't think I have anything that qualifies as a strength, really.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
commas. and getting impatient, I could pace things slower sometimes.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I would be able to do it in Italian but I'm too self-conscious to try it for any other language
19. First fandom you wrote for?
JJK but I've since abandoned them bc season 2 was not that good and the fandom is Terrifying
20. Favourite fic you’ve written
Haunted is FOR SURE my favorite child. I doubt I'll outdo that one for a long time.
Tagging: @geddy-leesbian, @pappykins, @kerfanna, @wisecrackingeric-2, @fthechantry
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elloooooo
how are you doing on this fine spring day
who is your favourite woman character? and please feel free to ramble why
hope you have a good day <3
Hello there! Sorry for not responding sooner, I guess I was a processing it a bit.
As for favorite woman character, one of them that I can think of at the top of my head is my best friend. Even though we've known each other for 3 years, it feels like we're long lost soulmates (we literally have a lot in common) She's someone who I love and cherish all my life. If I'm down and she's around, I forget my past worries just to spend time with her.
I just hope that she's able to achieve her dreams in the future, and she lives a long and fulfilling life.
Another one is Ashley Graham from Resi 4 because I think she's super cute <3
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PLS TELL ME HEADCANONS
I HAVE SO MANY THERE ARE SO MANY!!!!! I'm going to use this ask to talk about what I think happened in the immediate aftermath of Resi 4 tho!!
Okay, first, I don't think Ashley's rescue was covert at all! Leon doesn't just get to jetski to a designated landing spot and fly off into the sunset without the Spanish government getting involved and causing an international incident BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE TOO EASY. It's a very public affair, and while Leon is protected and never really reaches the limelight, Ashley has to publicly defend herself and her father in a media shit show (my zine piece in @relentlesszine is about Ashley coping with this!)
Anyways, after the initial confusion/chaos of American/Spanish officials struggling to find a solution on what to do, Leon and Ashley are rushed to a Spanish hospital once it has been confirmed they were infected by an unknown parasite. They're both in shock, but Leon takes it upon himself to endure the brunt of it: the interrogations, the questionnaires, the stressful explain what happened parts. He's still in fight-or-flight mode, and his only goal is to protect Ashley in any way he can. Eventually, they're to be separated and put into isolation chambers where they will have no contact with the outside world until they've been completely assessed by a team of doctors. Leon doesn't take this well. It's too familiar, it reminds him of when they took Sherry, and he'll be damned if he lets the same thing happen to Ashley. He adamantly refuses until they allow him into the same ward as Ashley (he's not violent about it because he's very aware of the situation they're both in, but he's not exactly nice about it either-- he's not going to let Ashley from his sight until she's in her father's arms). They wind up in separate rooms next to each other.
The ward is the hardest part for Leon. The doctors won't just let Leon stay by Ashley's side since he needs to be evaluated too. They make him lie down, force needles into his arms, take care of him-- which he thinks is a waste of time. They need to focus on Ashley.
He can't sleep. He wants to go home. He wants to take Ashley home. He wants to be anywhere but in this hellhole of a hospital. Every time he closes his eyes it's a different flashback. The villagers, innocent people turned monsters-- people he had to kill, people he lost count of killing. Luis and Mike, watching good people, his friends, die. Ada...God, he doesn't understand why he keeps going back to her. He doesn't understand why he trusted her. Dying is better than dealing with this. He wishes he could ask for morphine, but it'll just be another chance for someone or something to hurt Ashley.
This is how Ashley finds him, sneaking away from her room one night after being repetitively told they can't visit each other. He sits up from his cot when he realises she's there, all the worry in his face turning to relief. He wants nothing more than her safety and happiness.
“Ashley?”
“Sorry Leon, I couldn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
He gestures for her to come closer, offering space at the end of his cot for her to sit. They stay like that for a little while, the silence washing over them with the unspoken knowledge of what they'd been through. Leon does not mind the companionship, but can't help to feel guilty about everything that had happened. If he was better, maybe they'd already be home.
“I.... I want to thank you.”
Leon knows he should acknowledge it, he knows he should respond with grace, but the sinking feeling in his heart deepens. He doesn't deserve her thanks. He could've, he should've done better.
He settles on a “don’t mention it” with a wave of his hand, no big deal. He hopes it is enough, he doesn't want to think anymore. He can't look her in the eyes.
“Leon, I—"
“I said don’t.”
It comes out firmer than he means it, and when he looks up at Ashley to apologise it's too late. She’s already crying, ugly sobs filling the room as she gets up to leave.
“I’m sorry I’m such a burden! You should have left me to DIE!" are the only words he gets before she leaves.
Leon feels awful, and he's so so angry. It's not her fault for being kidnapped. It's her fault for being used to control her father. It's not her fault only one man with no info and little help was sent to save her. It's not her fault a sick man destroyed the lives of hundreds of people. None of it was her fault, but he knows nothing he can say right now will change her mind. So he lets her be and lies back down with his nightmares.
Later, after the doctors have done their rounds, he sneaks out to find her. She’s curled up on her cot, the vision of a young girl who has gone through hell. He knows the feeling, he remembers it well.
“Go away.”
“Ashley, I just want to talk,” his voice is soft, resigned.
She hesitates before stretching out a little and sitting up, patting the cot next to her with a tiny "okay."
Leon sits down, the silence once again enveloping them as he works up the courage to speak. The words feel thick in his throat. He never expected to be here again, having this conversation again. It's all a little too much, but he knows it's his responsibility.
“Well?!” Ashley snaps at him. He flinches and looks down at his lap. She's angry too, he figures. Angry, sad, and scared.
“I guess I deserved that,” he frowns, nodding to himself. She's about to say something else when he cuts her off, “Look. I’m sorry for how I spoke to you earlier." Good. An apology is a good start. "We went through a lot. It's a lot," he pauses, the full weight of what has happened on his shoulders, "But we’re here now...Together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way."
It's then that he looks up at her, all the earnestness in his eyes. “You’re not a burden. Without you, we wouldn’t have made it-- I wouldn't have made it." He reaches for her hand, pulling her up so that she can look into his eyes. "None of this is your fault. Krauser and Salazar and Saddler did this, not you," he pauses for a moment, all the emotion welling up in him..
"I am happy you're alive.”
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LSDJLKSDJFLKSDJLFJS anyways this ended up turning a little fic-ish?????? SORRY lksfjlsjfdslf this is how i think it happened tho and it lives in my mind rent free lsdfjlskdfjlsdfj
Leon loves Ashley the way he loves Sherry and they are trauma bonded for LYFE. He's been through what she's going through and he wants nothing more than to take all the pain away and give her a normal life, the only things he wishes for himself
@thebisexualmandalorian
#resident evil#resident evil 4#leon kennedy#ashley graham#resi#i just really love them okay#plz no sexyleon
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things your muse will notice about mine. ( repost, don't reblog. )
what they look like:
Resi is naturally pretty with her tousled chocolate-colored hair she refuses to admit that she had a few grey hairs in the past though, her hair falls beautifully down her back in natural waves. Her expressive, almond-shaped blue eyes appear to sparkle when she's happy and cheerful. Her eyelashes are long and she has a vibrant romantic type face. Her lips are small and plump often in different colours depending on what lipstick she chooses for that day. Her eyebrows are a natural shape and groomed elegantly.
Resi has a friendly, welcoming look (when she likes the person) with a beaming smile showing her almost perfect teeth, there may be some imperfections like crowns missing and a few fillings. Resi radiates light and when she smiles can make anyone feel warm. Resi may have smile lines but as for wrinkles, no way she is too vain for wrinkles she religiously used anti-wrinkle cream since the 1980s, and since then she kept her skin wrinkle-free. Her face can change to one of haughty aloofness if she doesn't like the person and not very welcoming to them.
Her body is womanly, a true hourglass figure with an ample bosom, wide hips, shapely thighs, and slender legs. Her body size varies depending on her mental health as she tends to fluctuate between a curvy size 12/14 to a slender size 8 when upset she tends to overexercise and not eat well - when she is content she is "plumper" as she is happy in he skin and doesn't need to work hard to look good.
what they smell like:
Resi either smells fresh like clean, crisp mountain air, delicate wildflowers (mainly chamomile, snowdrops, and edelweiss) she smells morning dew, a chilly winter morning. She also smells warming and welcoming with hints of vanilla, cinnamon, warm bread, and a hint of beer and apples. Resi has a scent of making someone feel at home, comforting and clean.
What they taste like:
Resi tastes like a fresh, cool breeze tingly and rejuvenating with hints of Apple cinnamon and a hint of beer. Depending on what favoured lip gloss she has she could taste like strawberry, cherry or chocolate mint. She can taste sweet as you can pick up chocolate, whipped cream and sometimes rum, lemon or gingerbread. When "tasting" her is just like consuming a Bavarian dessert.
What they sound like :
Resi's English is pretty good, it is spoken with good pronunciation and delivery. She is polite and welcoming with a tone that instantly draws people into a conversation. Her voice is honeyed and pleasant on the ear while speaking in a 121 conversation or group one (even though she may raise her voice to be heard). Resi is a woman who can use her voice to be heard like a "Listen to me voice" similar to a schoolteacher when she needs to scold anyone and an "I'm better than you voice" when speaking to her rivals. Resi can get tongue-tied when thinking of a word in English and will often respond with "hmm" or "mmm" when she is thinking of a word or rather use long silences as she thinks of the current word. Naturally, when she is upset or angry her tone switches accordingly to how she feels. When angry she can sound very demanding "Listen to me!" type of voice with a lot of Bavarian racial slurs thrown in e.g. Saupreiß for good measure. Resi is not the sort of woman who holds back when angry so be aware.
In her native Bavarian accent, she uses slang a lot when speaking and speaks more like a "common person" than a member of the aristocracy how she speaks in English she sounds much more confident speaking in Bavarian/German than English.
The other languages. She is confident conversing in French and Italian but as for languages like Hungarian, Czech, Spanish, and Romanian she tends to be less confident and will often like English find it difficult to think of the right word or verb.
What they feel like
Resi feels quite warm, her hands are silky soft despite working with her hands a lot (she uses hand cream and body lotion religiously), and she feels smooth yet money in areas like elbows and knees. She has "extra meat" on her thighs and hips which are squashy and bouncy. She is hairless on her body so she is majority smooth and except for a few scars around her body her skin is moisturised and she gives off the overall vibe of approachable, warm, and light.
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