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dakitsuneslibrary · 8 months ago

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⟡ general Jason todd headcanons and how i view and portray him in my works cw. soft gentle clingy needy desperate touch starved jay

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i need to start off with certain stereotypes/ways in which he gets potrayed sometimes that i hate with every fibre of my fucking being :

he’s not some aggressive horny flirty asshole jock. he’s grown and too old for that hs bs. like literally he would think of that behavior as annoying, disgusting and stupid

and he’s most definitely (and i can’t stress this enough) not a yandere kidnapper or a stalker or any of that weird bullshit. yall are weird & need some help fr.

idk if yall read the comics but he’s literally so caring and sensitive and he would be so gentle and soft. he’d be rather awkward and wouldn’t exactly know how to go about his feelings for someone.

he knows what its like when no one cares and when you grow up in an unstable home or on the streets so he has compassion for outcasts, children, women, non-cishetmen and animals

he’s canonically a nerd. he’s literary and he used to like going to school and learning. ppl always get him and tim mixed up bc tim hated going to school and would rather play video games all day long whereas jason wished he wouldn’t have had to drop out

also obviously very much an intersectional feminist ! he’s read all the books abt it and is actively working against his indoctrinated misogyny

he loves all women but he has a soft spot for woc, fat/chubby/muscular women, women with big noses, you name it. just women who don’t fit the stereotypical beauty standard in general

he’s scared and ashamed of how needy and clingy he actually is. he knows himself (sadly) and it’s not something that he can just get rid of. it’s pent up from early childhood bc he never got enough love and then from after his death bc of all the shit he had to go through with bruce.

this side of him will haunt him until he dies- again. he can’t change it but he sure as hell won’t embrace it either. it’s a secret he wishes he could take to his final grave. actually- deep down he wishes he would find someone who understands and accepts him the way he is and someone who he can trust to be himself with.

!! aroace spec , bi (women+)

he is secretly so incredibly desperate.. desperate for love, intimacy, being understood and accepted, desperate to be touched and hugged- loved.

he’s just so touch starved, he doesn’t even know what it feels like not to be. what it feels like to be loved or happy. to be content. how to not feel like something is missing.

he needs someone to take care of him bc he just does a very poor job at that.. also it feels nice being able to just shut off and not having to think about anything

he wants to be hugged and caressed

gentle touches

he loves forehead kisses and headpats or just your hand on his head and in his hair

he wants to kiss you passionately and deeply

prefers making out and hugging/cuddling over sex tbh

all he wants is to lay in bed or sit on the couch hugging someone who truly loves and accepts him and never let go

switch with a sub/bottom lean

i think it goes hand in hand with him having a sub lean but he’s attracted to strong dominant people. preferably someone who’s a switch too

everybody knows this already but he LIVES for praise

praise him and he’s in heaven. you’ll literally get him to do anything if you praise him. want him to give you head? just be a little clingy and loving, telling him how much you love him and how good he always makes you feel and he’s already dropping to his knees taking off your pants.

definitely a service / pleasure dom

if you’re fem/afab :

eating you out is his favorite thing. he goes in like it’s all or nothing (to him it is). no penetration if you didn’t cum at least once from his tongue.

he loves it when you ride his face and use him to make yourself feel good. there’s not a single thing he likes more than seeing you on top of him.

he loves watching you go from humming and gently playing with his hair to breathing heavily and tugging on his hair- to whining, moaning and grunting while grinding your pussy into his face deeper and faster to finally reach your high

also loves it when you ride his dick. being able to relax a little and just look up at you feeling good because of him makes him moan so much

he’ll also pull you down a lot when you’re riding him just to hug you and hold you close and to hear you breathing and moaning into his ear

he’ll thrust up from under you as fast as he can just to catch you off guard and see your face in pure bliss. he loves it when he makes you cum in this position.

he also loves missionary and the mating press

you know he’s close when he starts holding you close and mumbling/whining your name over and over again

if you’re male/amab :

he loves giving you head and eating your ass and wants you to use him. it really gets him going. it’s bc of his incredibly patent inferiority complex and feeling like he’s a good for nothing piece of shit

he also likes being the one that penetrantes you though. he’ll start begging for praise even though he’s the one topping saying things like “tell me i’m a good boy, tell me i’m your good boy.” “tell me how good i make you feel” “please just tell me i’m doing a good job.” “wanna make you feel good.” all while his big tall frame is hovering above you and ramming into you

a whimperer. he whines and moans a lot, shamelessly. he grunts and groans too. especially when he’s a little bit too frustrated or stressed. and he shamelessly breathes heavily during sex. any noise that he can make will escape his lips. all in all he’s just incredibly vocal and he doesn’t care if people can hear.

he really likes handjobs. preferably with you sitting in front of him so he can look up at you but he also likes it when you’re sitting behind him and you say things in his ear while kissing his neck or cheek and sucking on his earlobe

but he especially loves it when you’re sucking him off and fingering his ass at the same time. add a little praise and you’ll have him whining, whimpering and even crying. he’ll be a mess

he often gets teary-eyed during sex because of how sensitive he is. and i mean both his body and his feelings.

he wants and needs someone who’d accept him for who he is and wouldn’t wanna change him. someone who shares the same morals as him and doesn’t have a problem with him being morally grey.

he would want someone he doesn’t have to explain everything to. he knows it’s toxic and not really fair but he hates having to put his thoughts into words. he’s not really good at it.

so he needs someone who’s observant and pays attention to details. maybe even someone who can read body language. just so he doesn’t have to go through the uncomfortable experience of having to say that he’s needy and broken out loud.

he wants someone to pay attention to him and figure him out so well that he doesn’t have to ask for things and you instead know what he wants and needs at certain times and just give it to him

he gets pissed and sighs while rolling his eyes when he’s showing clear signs of what he wants and you’re not picking up on it.

it took great cruelty to make him this gentle. but to an extent he’s grateful for it because he now knows exactly why it’s so important to treat people kindly and gently.

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dakitsuneslibrary · 8 months ago

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how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

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dakitsuneslibrary · 8 months ago

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Jason: I accidentally poisoned one of our drinks, but I don’t remember which one

Dick: EXCUSE ME-

Damian: With the way this gala’s going, I hope it’s mine

Tim: *chugs his drink*

Bruce: *quickly takes Y/N’s drink before she can do the same*

Y/N: Aw man :(

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dakitsuneslibrary · 9 months ago

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hey bella !!!!!! may i please request ellie giving the reader (female) a bouquet of flowers as a form of apology for starting an argument they had yesterday and then make up sex as another form of apology cause we're all horny here i know LMAO

flowers for you | ellie x f!reader

MDNI !!

word count — 3.1k

genre — angst, fluff, SMUT

warnings — nsfw!, ellie bein kinda mean:( but she also soft, fingering, oral (f! receiving), hickeys, overstim, uhhh i think that’s it lol

a/n —the horny part LMAOO got me there ngl ;-; also ty for requesting:)) super excited !! not proofread so it’s not perfect hehe but i hope u enjoi

The morning was gray and the tiniest bit of sunlight seeped into the room, casting light squares onto the hard wooden floors of the room you shared with your girlfriend, Ellie. You pushed the covers away from you face as your eyes slowly fluttered open, staring at the dangling lightbulb on the ceiling. You didn’t even bother peak at the other side of the bed to search for someone who wasn’t there. It was pretty normal for you to wake up alone on most days. Not that you could control it. Your girlfriend just happened to be the one of the best people in town to go on those dangerous patrols.

You kind of wish she would wake you sometimes, even thought it was a little too early in the morning.

Blinking a few times, still trying to adjust to the daylight, you look around the room to soak in it familiarity. It looked like Ellie left in a rush, her clothes dangling off of the hangers in her closet, a dresser that was left open with her pants slipping out and, as usual, socks scattered on the floor.

Going on about your day, you clean around her place, putting her things where they should be and tidying up her desk that she loves to sit at every night. You decide to make her some lunch or dinner, if she gets home late, before she gets back on her patrol. It wasn’t the best food in the world, just some grilled meat and vegetables. Ellie always appreciated the things you did for her; one of the reasons you loved her so much.

But, the patrols she goes on doesn’t fail to make you worried almost everyday. It’s not your favorite thing to do. Ellie knows this and does her best to reassure you every time you feel the even the slightest worried. She does a very good job at it, too. Making you feel less worried is the only thing she could really do. It’s not like she could stop doing patrols. You know how much this town needs her, alongside Joel and Tommy and other people you don’t know too well.

Patrolling isn’t easy. With countless of unknown infected in different areas outside of town, it was a scary, dangerous but important job. Ellie usually comes home exhausted but if the day treats her well, she’d come home content and satisfied.

Today was the usual.

After some hours of working in the town and running errands for people, you come home to your girlfriend laying on the couch with her eyes closed.

“Hey,” Ellie calls out without even turning her head.

“Hi,” you step into the room, pulling your jacket off of your shoulders to hang on the rack. “I made you some food. It’s on the table.”

“I saw.”

Her responses were quick and short; one of the signs that she was tired. You watched her chest rise and fall as she breathes steadily. Cuts and bruises of all kinds of sizes were scattered all over her arms and even some on her face, a common sight that you hated to see.

“I can run you a bath, if you’d like? Let me get changed and I can get you cleaned up in a second,” you tell her.

Ellie doesn’t say a word.

“I got some strawberries from the farm,” you smiled.

You were excited about the strawberries. It was one of your favorites. Receiving them from the farm just about made the most of your day.

“Do you want some, Ellie? I can put some on a plate with some chocolate, if you want.”

But then again, Ellie stayed quiet.

You start talking a little bit more about your day and asking some questions that you don’t get the answers to, thinking that maybe Ellie just wanted to listen for a while without saying anything but soon after several minutes, you regret opening your mouth.

“(Y/N). Please. Shut up,” Ellie’s voice rings in your ears. “I just got home and I need some peace and quiet, not you babbling in my ear every second.”

“I was just—“

“What the fuck did I just say?” Ellie sits up from the couch and glares at you, “It gets fucking irritating, (Y/N). Ellie this, Ellie that. I’m tired. I fight off and run from dozens of infected every morning! I don’t need you to pestering me about every little thing every second I’m home!”

You stared at her for a moment. Her tone and the way she was speaking to you at this very moment made you feel like an axe was slammed onto your heart. It didn’t help that she was staring at you like you were the most annoying person she laid her eyes on and you weren’t going to deal with this right now.

“What do you want me to do, then?” you ask her calmly. “Just sit around and not talk to you all day? Do you want that? I know you’re tired but you don’t get to talk to me like this. Not when all I’m trying to do is just talk to you and take care of you. If you really don’t need me here, then, fine. I’ll leave you alone.”

And not even a minute later, you grabbed your jacket and walked out the door.

It had been a while since you stayed at your place. The small house had been practically empty ever since you decided to stay with Ellie, although, it was nice to have another place to stay when things go south with your girlfriend sometimes.

But you miss her.

The morning rose ever so slowly; the sunlight creeping into your bedroom, seeping through the curtains. You laid in your bed, tucked underneath the covers with your mind filled with last night’s war of words.

There was no need to rush anything as you’ve decided that today, you weren’t going to do anything. You were going to sulk in your bed as if it would be good for you health. You repeated the words Ellie had spoken to you the day before, trying to get a grasp of what she meant by it. Does she still like you? Does she even care that you left? Maybe she’s happy that you left. Conflicting thoughts ran through your mind so much that you don’t seem to notice how much time has passed.

The knock at your door pulled you back into reality. You sit up and look towards the clock on your nightstand. It was already late in the afternoon, making you think that it could be Ellie. You shake your head and think to yourself that maybe it’s Maria. Maybe she has some errands she needs you to run.

Walking barefoot all the way to the front door you hear another knock. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, fast and hot in anticipation and nervousness as your reach for the handle.

The door opens with a quiet creak and there you see your girlfriend standing on your front porch in her shabby attire, a backpack and some of her hair tied at the back of her head.

“Hi.”

You don’t say anything. Instead, you let your eyes wander from her face to her worn out canvas shoes all the way back up to her eyes. She was looking at you expectantly with eyes that weren’t as hostile as yesterday’s.

“Why are you here?”

You watched Ellie raise her eyebrows as if she was shocked that she forgot what she was going to say to you. Her mind short circuited the moment you opened the door. You had on a loose shirt with some of it tucked into your shorts along with your artfully messy bed head that she adored.

Ellie was at a loss for words. Thinking quickly in an attempt to make things less awkward, she remembered what she did earlier today and started digging into her backpack.

“Um, they looked better an hour ago…”

She slowly pulled a slightly flattened bouquet of colorful flowers out of her backpack and looked up at you apologetically. They weren’t wrapped or anything, so you assumed she picked them off of the ground.

“Can I come in?”

You stepped aside, letting her into your boring house. Watching Ellie closely, she stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, eyes glancing around like there were things to look at.

“You can sit,” you tell her. “I can take the flowers.”

Ellie hands you the flowers quietly. It only takes you a minute to head into the kitchen to put them into a mug filled with water as some petals fall slowly onto the surface of the kitchen counter.

You stay in the kitchen a little longer than you expected. Ellie was in your living room doing god knows what and you just stand there, scared to do anything. You didn’t want to annoy her again. That was the last thing you wanted to do.

With your head running in circles, you fail to notice the tears that ran down your cheeks and the footsteps that creeped up behind you.

“(Y/N).”

You don’t turn around. You don’t speak. And you don’t move. Your hands fiddled with the handle of the mug that was now filled with the flowers she had picked for you.

Ellie stood behind you, listening to you sniffle almost every three seconds. In that moment, a flash of guilt and regret made Ellie even more angry at herself for hurting you.

“I’m sorry.”

You feel her place her hands at your hips softly as she presses her forehead onto your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

“Last night, I… I was being a jerk. I was so worked up from the patrol and I took it out on you instead. I’m sorry,” Ellie takes a deep breath. “I need you more than anything, (Y/N). I know it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, but I’m grateful for everything you do for me.”

You sigh at her words and turn around to face her, “I just wanted to take care of you… and talk to you.”

“I know,” Ellie nods. “I’m sorry.”

Sighing once again, you put the palm of your hands on her shoulders and she squeezes your hips slightly in return.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that again.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ellie smiles softly, licking her lips. “I’m an asshole.”

“I know.”

It was quiet in the kitchen. Neither of you spoke a word for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company. Ellie was to busy staring at you to even say anything. The way the sunlight hit your face and your lips swollen and pretty for her made her stomach do somersaults. And your eyes puffy, from crying probably, looking up at her with so much love and affection. Your hands; they moved up from her shoulders to the back of her neck, playing with her hair.

You had her weak and wrapped around your finger and she couldn’t wait a second longer before she kissed you.

Ellie leaned into you, her lips brushing against yours softly and delicately, and only for you to sigh into the kiss. She pressed her body against yours and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow into something hungrier. Ellie wasted no time and slipped her tongue into your mouth as you moaned against her lips. She lets her lips travel down to your jaw and your neck, biting and sucking softly at your skin as you groan against her. Her hands ran up and down your sides before grabbing the back of your thighs.

“Up.”

You jump up and wrapped your legs around her waist, her hands just underneath your thighs and you continue making out with her, her tongue dancing around in your mouth hungrily.

Ellie walks you to your room with ease and lays you on the mattress. Breaking the kiss only for a moment, she grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head. She meets your breasts with a smile as she stares at your hardened nipples.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Ellie,” you whine as you tug softly at her hair.

“I got you, baby.”

Ellie doesn’t waste another second and takes your nipple into her mouth. Her tongue rolls around your nipples as you close your eyes at the sensation. Her hand palms and squeezes at your other breast, pinching and pulling at your nipple with her fingers.

She could hear your ragged breaths as she continues to put all her attention on your boobs. They way you were squirming beneath her made her heart burst. She was the only one who could do this to you, the only one who could see you like this.

Ellie spends several minutes kissing and sucking at your chest, down to your stomach and all the way back up between the valley of your breasts and back to your neck. Her knees went weak when she pulled her head back to look at her work; hickeys scattered on your soft skin.

“Fuck,” was all she could say.

Pulling your shorts down in a swift motion, Ellie leans over you to watch your face closely as she uses her finger to press against the wet fabric of your panties. She observes you; the small whines falling from your mouth, how you tremble slightly every time her finger travels up and down, and the way you look at her like you’d let her do anything to you. Fuck, it made her all fuzzy inside.

“Please, Ellie,” you whine.

“Please, what, baby?”

Your hands tug at her hair softly once again, “I need you inside.”

That just about did it for Ellie. Pulling her finger away, she hooks her thumbs under the sides of your panties and drags them down your legs, throwing your underwear somewhere behind her. Her kisses land softly on your thighs, dangerously close to where you needed her the most. She teases you again by kissing your inner thighs for a couple seconds before going back up to meet your face with a smirk.

“Prep me up, babe?” She asks.

With no further questions, you open your mouth and let her stick her fingers into your mouth, shamelessly licking her fingers.

“Good girl.”

After a while, Ellie pulls her fingers out of your mouth and kisses you as your tongues battle each other for dominance. You feel the tip of her went fingers against your pussy only for a moment before she sticks two fingers inside with ease. Moaning into her mouth, Ellie pulls her head back to watch as your jaw hangs open, watching your reaction as she fingers you.

She can stay like this all day if she wanted, fingers deep inside your hole. Feeling your walls tightly hugging around her digits, you moan against her, drunk on the feeling of her fingers deep inside of you. She inserted another one just to see your face form a startled gasp as your grip on her hair tightens with a loud with moan.

“E-Ellie, I’m gonna…”

Pumping her fingers in and out of you with a squelch, she presses kisses along your neck as you shake for her, “I know, baby. Cum for me.”

You moan loud for her when she presses her thumb onto your clit, making your mind go fuzzy as orgasmic waves courses through your trembling body.

Fuck, Ellie could listen to your little gasps and moans forever if she could. She wanted to hear you again, moaning for her, so she pulled away from your face to meet your soaking wet pussy before delving right in, shoving her tongue inside of you with no warning.

“E-Ellie—W-Wait, I—“ you squealed and ran your hands through her brown hair, pulling them tightly as you tremble, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

She has you perched at the edge of your bed, legs spread embarrassingly wide for her with her face buried right in between your legs as she mercilessly eats you out like it was her very last meal. Jolts of overwhelming pleasure fogs up your brain as Ellie continues to fuck you with her tongue inside of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck! I’m coming— Ellie…”

You gasp, grip tightening at her hair as you breathe all raggedy, shaking against her face. Ellie let’s you ride out your high, her tongue slowing down before she pulls away. She looks up at you, slightly breathless as she licks her lips. This was one of her favorite things to look at; you all fucked out, trembling and panting.

“So pretty for me.”

Ellie presses a finger against your clit just to see you jolt and whine. Your reaction makes her smile. Crawling back up to your face, she meets your eyes and kisses you softly. Her stomach does a somersault when she feels the vibration of your moan fall into her mouth. Letting you come down from your high, she waits a moment for your breaths to steady.

“Did I do okay?” she asks with a smirk.

You cover your face with your hands to hide the flush of your cheeks from her. She knew very well how she did; she just wanted to her it from you. Pulling your hands away, you place them around her neck with a content sigh.

“I think the flowers were a nice touch,” you smile softly.

Ellie returns the smile and rest her forehead on your shoulder, chuckling slightly, “Dina helped me with it. She said I kept picking out ugly ones.”

“Good to know you have no talent in floristry.” You hummed, using your fingers to play. with the hairs behind her neck.

“Hey, I tried my best.”

Ellie pulls her head back to look at you. You looked at her so affectionately that thinking about making you cry made her sick to her stomach. If she could turn back time, she would take everything she said back. She messed up and realized it, and here she is asking for forgiveness.

But, you’ve already forgiven her even before she walked passed the door.

Ellie plants kisses all over your collarbone and your neck, all the way up to your jaw. She missed you. She didn’t realize how painful it was to sleep alone at night with you not beside her to cuddle with. She ate the dinner you made for her and spent all night writing in her journal how stupid she felt.

And now, you were here with her and she couldn’t be any happier.

“I love you, Ellie,” you tell her with a smile.

“I love you. So much.”

a/n: ty for reading !! also can u imagine dina and ellie picking out flowers outside and ellie bein like “how do these look” as she holds up these dry ass, fading flowers and dina looks at her unamused like “those are fucking ugly, ellie” and ellie’s like “ok fuck you” LMAO

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dakitsuneslibrary · 9 months ago

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WAITTTT YOU’RE WRITING FOR JILL???? ;))) may i request the aftermath of re5 when jill finally comes back to f!reader after being controlled by wesker pls!! angst and fluff hehe u can make it spicy too if u wanna

home is where you are.

summary. months after returning from africa and constant rehab and lab tests, jill is home, feeling insecure and grieving about the past. but you’re there to help her. ┆masterlist

content warnings. jill valentine x f!reader; angst, light fluff, implied smut!, jill needs therapy :(

word count. 1.9k+

a/n. i miss jill like she rlly needs to come back now; shes literally been missing from the timeline since 2009. i’m tired of seeing leon and chris lmfaoo jill and claire game when

the water is cold, cascading down jill’s pale skin as she stares at down at her bare feet, watching as a few drops of her blood fall into the flowing water. her hand rests on the clear tile wall just in front of her, listening carefully to the sound of the shower above her head and the constant drips of water, pitter-pattering onto the floor. her chest hurts just as it has been for the last three years ever since she underwent a series of constant, immoral experiments against her will that was led by none other than her former captain, albert wesker.

she despised him. no. even that was an understatement. she wanted to kill him and all of umbrella for everything they had done to her, to society, to all of humanity. he had also taken her away from the most important person in her life; you.

in the last three years, jill had always wondered when she was ever going to see you again. she counted the minutes, the hours, the weeks, the months, and the years until she stopped believing she would be free from wesker’s control. it broke her. on top of all the things she had seen, the trauma, the depression. all she wanted was to see you again. to hold you. to kiss you. she didn’t even know if you were alive. but she believed in you. you had to be.

jill’s ears perked up as the door creaks open slightly. after swallowing the lump in her throat, she can’t help but take a small peek past the white shower curtain.

and there you are. still so beautiful just as the last time she laid her eyes on you. your hair was slightly damp from the shower you had taken just before she did and a silk, black robe was wrapped around you, just loose enough for her to see your cleavage. jill bites her bottom lip softly and lets out a breath before continuing to gaze at you as you place a set of clothing down on the lid of the toilet seat.

“hey, i left you some clothes here,” she hears you say. your voice is soft and almost barely loud enough for her to hear. “i’m here if you need anything else.”

and for a moment, jill doesn’t answer. she hides behind the shower curtain and stares at the tiles beneath her feet. she’s different now and she knows this. her hair was no longer the short, brown hair you liked to play with so much, her skin was as pale as snow and right in the middle of her chest was blood dripping from the wounds left behind by the scarab device, surely leaving scars. she doubted herself a little bit. she didn’t feel beautiful. she didn’t feel confident. she was worried about what you thought of her when you looked at her.

“i love you.”

jill pauses. the words that had left your mouth just a second ago somehow lifted some of the weight off of her shoulders, giving her enough courage to call out to you before you could leave the room.

“(y/n)?” she calls.

you stop in your tracks and immediately turn on your heel, walking towards the shower and peeking only a little to see jill’s face.

“hey,” you smile at her and jill felt a her heart warm up and, if she was being completely honest, there were butterflies in her stomach. “do you need help?”

jill shakes her head and just stares at you. you looked at her the same way you did years ago when she told you she was in love with you. the same way you looked at her when she asked you to be her girlfriend. you always seemed to have no trouble throwing all of her worries out the window with just one look at your face.

and your eyes can’t help but travel downwards to her chest, but the naughty intentions evaporate the moment you laid your eyes on her wounds.

“jill! you’re bleeding!” you panicked. it wasn’t bleeding a lot, but it didn’t matter. if there was any way you could stop her from feeling even the slightest discomfort, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

jill stays still, watching the worry fill your face as you take a couple seconds to inspect her injury. she wants to take it away; all of your worries, your pain, and the sadness that filled you while she was gone. and just before you could turn around to leave and grab some medical supplies, jill grabs your wrist, halting your every movement. a gasp escapes your lips when you were suddenly pulled into the shower, your back pressed up against jill’s bare front.

you stand there, frozen still, as the cold water meets the fabric of your robe and your hair, drenching them once again.

“jill, it’s freezing,” you complain with a smile on your face, turning your head to look at her.

instead, all you’re met with is her blonde hair as she lays her forehead against your shoulder, breathing your scent into her nose. her breaths are steady and her arms wrap around your waist tightly, releasing your wrist from her hand. she runs them up and down your sides, feeling your body against hers, in her hands. and it’s everything she could ever ask for.

“jill?”

her name. she always loved the way her name sounded coming out of your mouth. always. you always said it with such care and love and each time, it made her smile. only this time, it felt bittersweet. it felt like it’s been so long since she heard the sound of your voice. while she was away, she kept trying to imagine your voice in her head, repeating things you’ve said to her before, always trying to keep her mental state strong and steady, but it was hard. it was hard not being able to hear you, to see you. and now, finally hearing it constantly, her heart felt relieved; relieved that she came home to you, that she was finally able to hear your voice again, to feel you in her arms.

“hmm,” she hums against your shoulder.

you want to ask her if she’s okay, but you already know the answer to that. she has gone through so much for so long already and all you want to do is be there for her, every step of the way.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask her, caressing the skin on her hands with your thumb as you lean your head back against her own shoulder, careful not to press against her chest too hard.

“i’m thinking about you.”

the corner of your lips tug into a small smile, “what about me?”

“i missed you…” jill whispers, nuzzling into the side of your neck. you smelled of fresh, flowery shampoo and your skin was soft and smooth. jill couldn’t help but place a warm kiss right on your shoulder. “i wasn’t… i couldn’t control my body but, fuck, i was aware of everything… and i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“jill…”

she kisses you again, lips landing right at the side of your neck, working her way up to the skin right behind your ear, “i thought i’d never see you again. the whole time. i thought that this was it for me. but when i saw chris, i knew that that was my chance. i… i did everything i could. just for a little bit, a second, to be in control for just a second, i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you, (y/n)…”

you take her hands and lift it from your waist slightly, only to turn around slowly to look up at her. jill rests her hands at your waist again, this time pulling you even closer to her, close enough to be able to feel your breath against her skin. you wrap your arms around her neck and brush her wet hair away from her face.

and there’s jill. the same jill you met years ago. the same jill that was terrible at flirting. the same jill who always made time for you despite all the work she had to do. the same jill who loved you and always did and would do everything and anything to protect you. only now, she’s carrying much more weight on her shoulders.

the water running down her face masked the tears on her cheeks, but you saw right through it. you knew from the moment she rested her forehead against your shoulder that she was holding back her tears and the hands that held you tightly around your waist were trembling slightly. and you can’t help but do the same thing. a sob escapes your lips as you lean forward, nestling your face against her neck.

“i missed you so much,” you were barely able to choke out.

jill holds you even tighter while you cry on her bare shoulder. she knows you thought she had died three years ago when chris came back alone without his partner. she knows about how much grief you went through trying to accept the fact that she was gone. if she could, she would do anything to take all of that away from you.

when your sobs die down several minutes later, you lift your head up from her shoulder to take a moment to look at her. you push her blonde hair away from her face once again and you can’t but smile, despite the tears still running down your face.

“do you hate it?” jill asks, squeezing your hips lightly with her hands.

“hate what?”

“my hair.”

you stare at her with a soft smile and shake your head, “i don’t hate it.”

“why?” jill looks down at her hands, the ones down by your hips, ashamed.

“why?” you repeat, watching your girlfriend carefully before continuing to speak. “because as much as it reminds you of what you went through, it’s proof that you survived. these wounds on your chest, it’s proof that you’re alive right now. i do, in fact, hate that bastard wesker for putting you through so much pain… but i love your hair, jill. whether it’s blonde, brown, whatever. it doesn’t change how i feel about you. you’re still the person i fell in love with. everything about you now, just proves to me how strong you are. you were strong enough to come home to me.”

jill lets out a sigh of relief. she was home. every time she’s with you, she felt loved, accepted and cared for. she loved every single thing about it and every single thing about you.

“and i never thought i’d say this, but blonde actually looks really good on you.”

jill chuckles for moment before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours. the kiss was soft and sweet, but jill’s hands were rough, tugging the fabric of your robe, pulling it hard enough so that it comes loose on your shoulders. jill moans into your mouth as she continues to pull your robe off, determined to get it off of you.

you push jill’s shoulders lightly with a teasing smile as you pull away from her lips. it was almost to small to notice, but there was, without a doubt, a pout on jill’s face the moment you stopped kissing her.

“as much as i wanna continue this, valentine,” you pointed to her chest, right where her wounds were, and smirked. “this needs my attention.”

jill returns the smug smile, “only if you keep the robe off… think i need you to be my sexy nurse for tonight.”

a/n. ty for reading! also this is my 69th post and i’m sad to say it isn’t smut - bella :D

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cod fandom will be ableist, saneist, racist, and support rape/incest/kiddie porn but then turn around and go "BUT WE'RE SOOOOO INCLUSIVE AND WE'RE SOOOOO RESPECTFUL!!" is genuinely laughable at this point actually.

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SDV Bachelors + Fatherhood >–)))°< (PT.2)

●☆○°☆ How the Bachelors are as Fathers ☆°○☆●

|| Paring : {Elliott, Sam, Sebastian x reader}

|| Wordcount : [852]

|| Tags : (Fluff, slight Angst, Headcannons, Established Relationship)

|| Warnings : *Spoilers for Sam’s 14-heart event*

Elliott

Develops an entire children’s library in the nursery, might try to name your kid after a character from a novel he likes

Starts drafting children’s books with your kid as the main character; incredibly proud if your kid wants his stories read at bedtime

Teaches them to read at the speed of light, that kid’s AR levels are through the roof, might self-assign summer reading once they’re in school

That kid has incredible English and writing grades, Elliot probably gets tricked into editing papers when he gets frustrated with revision and might cause a call home about potential plagiarism (why is this 2nd grader using words like “robust” and “forlorn?”)

#1 hair braider, would love a little girl to doll up and practice different hairstyles, very willing to be dolled up for tea parties

Extremely sentimental and marks every single milestone, has too many photo albums, celebrates every graduation, cried uncontrollably when your kid took their first steps

Is definitely the type of parent to leave handwritten notes in you kid’s lunchbox

Wants a large family because he spent so much time isolated and pretty lonely before you moved to the valley, doesn’t pressure you but drops a lot of hints that he wants more than 1 kid

Takes your kids to the beach, will play mermaids, will ask you to play mermaids with them

Beach day ends in campfire stories around the pit outside his old cabin, maybe “camping” in the cabin

Likes to play piano for your kids, very proud if they developed musical interests

Literally over the moon if your kid is a bookworm/writer, will not stop recommending authors and series or asking to read their latest works- very supportive

Sam

Resident “cool dad”

Super lax but strict when is counts, big brother-ing heavily influences his parenting style in a “don’t tell ‘mom’” way, meaning he’ll let them get away with a lot as long as they don’t go telling on him

You’ll have to parent for 2 in the beginning cause Sam’s not used to so much responsibility but he’ll catch on pretty quickly, proud of himself when he starts taking the “dad” role seriously

Vincent was super excited and was one of the first people who got to hold the baby, brags to Jas that he’s got lots of responsibilities as a new uncle

Sam probably likes showing off on the half-pipe and teaches your kid how to skate, very proud if he you guys raise a sk8ter like him

Styles you kid’s hair if they ask, then you’ll have 2 super saiyans around the farm with hair full of rock-hard hair gel

When he got his kid’s show gig he ran a lot of drafts through Vincent and your kid, both were super excited seeing him on TV, both bragged about it for weeks and acted like superstars

Loves taking your kid to concerts, both of them decorated headphones for your kid to wear, definitely headbangs to the mildest children’s songs to make your kid laugh

Very proud band parent if your kid decides to do band (would prefer band to orchestra cause he can’t yell in concert halls)

Jodi is a very proud Grandma and enjoys seeing Sam so mature and responsible; her baby has a baby now

Kent is a little slow on the uptake but is still loving towards his grandkid, will attend veteran’s day at your kid’s school

Sebastian

Least likely to want children but really loves your kid, finds parenting as a way of healing his childhood trauma (reparents himself)

Very supportive dad and never belittles your kid’s achievements or decisions, doesn’t want to stifle them like he’d been

Buys motorcycle helmets for the kid even if you say no to him taking them on rides, it’s the thought that counts to him

Creates family campaigns for you and your friends to try and get you kid into ttrpgs, will buy/use your kid’s toys as minifigs

Would love a lil computer nerd he talk shop with, probably teaches your kid to code once they’re older

Obsesses over frog-themed baby clothes and toys, likes to play leapfrog with your kid but will stop after like 2 hops cause he has a bad back from poor posture at his computer (probably makes dad noises even though he’s in his early 20s)

Would rock the baby by bouncing it on his leg while he has the coffee shakes coding late at night

Aunty Maru pt.2 cause she will love this kid so much, she’ll make little science experiments to teach them about chemistry and robotics

Robin LOVES the kid because Sebastian’s finally out of the basement and has a family to care for; basically all she’s ever wanted

Demetrius cares for the kid, might chastise Sebastian’s parenting but tries to be respectful about it, also makes science experiments about ecology and takes your kid on field study trips

This kid is definitely going to be valedictorian like this is the prime environment for a little nerd

Sebastian would probably let them get a tattoo as a graduation present, might even get a matching one

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Y/N: I’m sorry.

Sebastian: For what?

Y/N: *handing him Frozen Tears* For bothering you.

Sebastian: ..well if you think it’s bothering me then why do you keep doing it?

Y/N: …

Y/N: ..I think it’s all I know how to do.

Y/N: I came here ready to start over, I was so excited to see new things and meet new people. That I forgot how bad I am with words..with how it doesn’t feel like I can always tell others how much they mean to me.

Sebastian: You seem to have it pretty well thought out.

Y/N: *chuckle* That’s because it’s all I think about. But I get so busy with work and the farm, trying to make the most out of everything. Being communal just gets tiring.

Sebastian: Preaching to the choir.

Y/N: And when I like people..more than I think I should. Nothings more terrifying than screwing that up so..

Y/N: What’s more full proof than shoving gifts in your faces, without another word.

Sebastian: …

Y/N: And I’m sorry-*hic*

Sebastian: !

Y/N: I’m sorry that I-I’m trying to make you like me-*sniff* I’m sorry that it’s so hard to tell you!*sob*

Sebastian: Hey, but you’re telling me right now aren’t you?

Y/N: But it’s scary, I’m scared. I don’t wanna mess up again! Not after getting to start over!

Sebastian: ..not everything’s going to be perfect. Believe me if everyone could auto reset their lives they would. That’s why we get second chances, and I think your doing a pretty good job with this one.

Y/N: …

Sebastian: Plus I don’t think it’s fair to hate the way you show love. Talking to people everyday sounds excruciating, but you’ve seemed to have found a pretty good way to work around that.

Sebastian: Actions speak louder than words after all.

Y/N: Heh-*sniff* Yeah I guess so.

Sebastian: …

Y/N: …

Y/N: *hands him more Frozen Tears* Thanks for letting me bother you.

Sebastian: Hm, anytime.

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dakitsuneslibrary · 9 months ago

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Some random SDV headcanon:

Emily once made Shane take a dozen beauty sheet face masks from her because she thinks her friend should also take care of his skin. Shane, for all his lifestyle, doesn't really give a shit, but these masks will serve as a great excuse to tease Marnie and not listen to her lectures on any subject. Inactive lifestyle, alcohol and junk food? What difference does it make when there is a beauty mask with unicorn butt extract or some weird shit like that, and you would feel like ✨supermodel✨

Marnie: "Shane, I thought I asked you to chop wood for the winter"

Shane: I'm busy, beauty takes time.

Marnie: I don't think that's how it works...

Shane:

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SDV Bachelor Hcs

How your husbando reacts to you being sick

i got the ick so i wrote this to take my mind off it

Shane

❣ he has the day off, but you’re sick.

❣ oh no, all the plans you two had made for the day are down the drain and he gets to play video games instead.

❣ Shane has fluffed your pillow; brought you soup and medicine. now he’s ready to settle in for an entire day of gaming. he has the entire living room to himself.

❣ but wait, after an hour or two he starts to miss you, starts to worry. notices himself staring at the bedroom door.

❣ and before he knows it, every half an hour he’s checking up on you. if you’re awake he’s asking you how you’re feeling, if you need anything. if you’re asleep he’s touching your forehead to check your temperature.

Harvey

❣ Harvey knew you were sick before you did, but you were vehement in your denial.

❣ he figured if anyone could use stubbornness to will their sickness away it would be you, but he wasn’t surprised when your cold caught up to you.

❣ “am i going to make it, doc?” you’d moan while grasping Harvey’s t-shirt. and he’d laugh at your theatrics.

❣ Harvey would pretend to be calm even though the sight of you ill has him screaming on the inside.

❣ he’d be extra careful to wear a mask at work and wipe down/wash everything that comes into the house.

Elliott

❣ Elliott would use terms like “they’ve taken to the bed” to others when they ask how you’re feeling.

❣ he would not want to leave your side, Elliott would send Leah to get medicine and food from Harvey's/Pierres (i can’t imagine Elliott shopping at Joja mart. even if i’ve seen it in game i’ve surely blocked it from my memory)

❣ he’d hold your hand between his and tell you how dear you are to him and how you must feel better soon.

❣ sits at the end of your bed reading poetry to you when you’re awake. also plays the piano for you to “keep your spirits up.”

Alex

❣ has a hard time understanding why you’re sick. you get plenty of exercise on the farm and he’s always so careful to make you healthy meals. but still somehow blames himself.

❣ the call to Evelyn is immediate.

❣ Evelyn insists on coming over. she makes you special teas and soups that make you feel better almost instantly.

❣ while she also instructs Alex that the house must be cleaned, everything washed. even instructs him to clean the coops and barns.

❣ by the time you’re feeling better, the farm and house are sparkling clean, and Evelyn left several meals in the freezer for the following week.

Sam

❣ despite your many protests that he will get sick too, he insists on cuddling in bed with you all day.

❣ you won’t let him kiss you on the lips, so he resorts to kissing your face and hair.

❣ he has you sandwiched in between his arms and is playing video games on his switch while you watch.

❣ he’s putting pineapple on the pizza he’s bringing you because Sebastian told him once it has vitamin c.

❣ he has asked Jodi what the best medicines to give you are and picks them up from Harvey’s clinic.

❣ he’s rubbing vapo rub on your chest and making note that he really likes how shiny and wet it looks. applying it further down than he probably should until you tell him to stop.

Sebastian

❣ he hates being sick. so he definitely feels for you.

❣ doesn’t want you to feel bored, so he has all your favorite movies playing back-to-back. he’s created a pile of your favorite video games next to the console to play whenever you’d like. he’s got a laptop on your beside table in case there’s something you’d like to do.

❣ he’s stockpiled your medicine next to you too. he doesn’t want you to feel any less independent, so he makes sure you can take it on your own. but will gently remind you when it’s time for your next dose.

❣ really doesn’t want to get sick, so he’ll sit next to you and rub your back/play with your hair before going to work in the living room. where he’ll keep his phone on high volume in case you message or call him for anything.

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★How the bachelors would react if they accidentally made you cry

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Alex:

-would probably not even notice you're crying at first

-his expression would change so quickly

-😀😦

-kind of knew he had it coming though, since a lot of the stuff that flies out of his mouth is....well😇

-would IMMEDIATELY start taking the blame, saying things like "nahhh i didn't actually mean that i lied haha no idea why i said that i'm so stupid" ((starts blaming it on his hormones being affected by working out or something😭😭))

-hesitates at first, but pulls you into the tightest embrace you've ever felt ngl probably hurts a little lol

-his way of apologising to you is saying "you can punch me as hard as you want, i deserve it!!!!"

-starts treating you like royalty for another month, to the point where it becomes annoying

-every time you bring it up, even as a joke, he basically drops to his knees and starts apologising all over again

Elliott:

-if you thought this man was already dramatic as it is....lord🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

-would try to be cool about it, while in his head he's already pressing a dagger to his neck, saying that he has now betrayed his heart and doesn't want to go on any longer

-the moment he sees tears flowing down your face, the only word able to come out of his mouth is a soft "no, no, no..."

-he'd probably start crying with you😭😭😭

-starts whispering the most loving and kind things about yourself into your ear

-literally compares you to the most breathtaking images you could ever envision

-alternative scenario, where he just drops to the floor and starts begging for your forgiveness, even though what he said wasn't really that bad

-after that, he checks up on you every 5 minutes, to make sure you're not upset with him

-would swear on his life and soul to never hurt you again ((mind you it was never that serious😭))

-writes you so many short poems...atp they just become a whole book

Harvey:

-man....😭

-probably hurts him more than it does you lmao

-you crying would be too much for him already...but crying because of him?? ouuu

-is ready to completely retract what he said, even if he's absolutely right, that just doesn't matter to him anymore

-he just stands there for a good amount of time, since he really doesn't know how to deal with these kinds of emotions

-this might just be the first time this man has made someone cry because...let's be fr☠️

-would do that thing where he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears with his thumbs ((after that he's kinda clueless though😭))

-this literally being his worst nightmare...in his eyes hurting you is the equivalent of failing as a partner...and he's not really allowed to fail too often🙁

-would wait 30 years until you're not upset with him ((it takes you exactly 1 minute btw)), and after that it's flowers delivered to your doorstep every day of the week

-even if it were to be a one-time occurrence, he would NEVER EVER forget it, and he would always justify spoiling you with it ((using the 4 cents he makes from the clinic👎))

Sam:

-he is not that smart when it comes to verbalising thoughts please forgive him

-says things like "aw man you're crying😔😔😔😭😭“

-if he's holding a drink or eating something, he offers it to you, even if there's a single bite/sip left of it

-refuses to smile until he's 100% sure you've forgiven him, otherwise he just looks like this: :--(

-low-key fighting for his life not to pull out his phone and google "how to comfort crying person wikihow"

-once you tell him that it's okay between you two bro gets jolly, running around in circles, giggling, twirling his hair and laying down kicking his feet up

-the thing he did that upset you could've been minor, but that still doesn't stop him from saying "man...😔🤦 i'm so glad this chapter is behind us now.." like okay???😭😭😭 ((bonus points if he describes this as a "rough patch" in your relationship))

-tries making something for you after, fails miserably, resorts to showing you cool skateboard tricks he learned off of youtube

-learns his lesson and actually thinks more before he says something ((to the best of his ability))

-promises to write a song about your love and go platinum ((shows it to sebastian and gets banned from writing lyrics for the band forever))

Sebastian:

-freezes immediately

-literally unable to get a single word out, what is he supposed to do in his situation😭

-manages to whisper "i didn't mean..." and proceeds to go quiet after that

-he's been living a sheltered life for a very long time, so he's really scared that whatever he says it will only hurt you even more

-you can definitely see his expression change...not only does it soften but he looks UPSET upset, mostly with himself

-pulls you into a hug, hoping that it'll help a little bit ((it does, bro seems like a good hugger))

-asks you if there's anything he can do to cheer you up, and let me tell you he'd really do anything

-does not let you go for the rest of the day, having his arm wrapped around you, holding your hand, even if it's just the pinky fingers touching

-you have to keep reassuring him that it's okay now, he literally hits you with the "are you sure you're not mad at me?" every 3 seconds just to make sure you guys are good🙏

-lets you touch whatever you want in his room, i'm talking elementary school pictures, old sketchbooks, it's all yours, no matter how humiliating

Shane:

-um...uh😭🙅‍♀️

-yeah he is PISSED he's made you cry, he might've been mean when he first saw you, but now??? that is just not allowed in his mind idc

-jumps to self-deprecation immediately, talking about how he's an asshole, how he always fucks things up (🙁)

-just takes the whole blame on himself, no problem with that

-kind of saw this happening in the nearest future, that man does not have a very good opinion of himself let's be honest😭

-you could tell him you forgive him and he'd be like "nah don't do that wtf i don't deserve it😔"

-doesn't try comforting you at first, since he just assumes that you might never want to see him again

-but after the dust settles he reassures you that he's going to do everything to make sure this doesn't happen again

-sends you musty frozen pizza in the mail in retaliation (sigh🙁)

-would love to pretend this never happened, but making you cry really took a hit on his self-esteem, however it also made him think about how to be the best partner you can have

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