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chapter 6: the house party a bridgerton au

pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader
summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?
warnings ⸺ nsfw, enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, SUGGESTIVE, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, description of injury, concussion, blood, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly
chapter summary ⸺ you are bedridden, recovering from your wound, when gojo delivers season-changing news. the house party that follows buzzes with tension, and an unexpected arrival that sends ripples through the ton (7.4k)
a/n thank you as always to the pooks @/sinn-clair for beta reading this <333 i'll see you after the chapter is over!
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Gentle Reader,
One query occupies this Author's mind, be it ladies or mamas alikeâwhat exactly are Miss Itadori and Lord Gojo up to in the countryside? Perhaps a trifling dalliance of hearts, or will the ton bear witness to a scandal uncovered when they arrive for the house party? After having arrived a week earlyâand positioned as the diamond of the seasonâone must guess that if all goes well and Miss Itadori plays her cards right, she will be showing off her new surely lavish diamond engagement ring. Yet, she must take great care, for to err in this delicate matter would be to jeopardize a most significant match with Lord Gojo. Only time shall tell the outcome of this intrigue.
⸝ LADY WHISTLEDOWNâS SOCIETY PAPERS
Upon waking, the physician informed you that you had been unconscious for some days. Though no immediate danger threatened you, it had been long enough to send both families into a state of great disquiet. It seemed that even before youâd regained full awareness, a servantâwho had gasped upon hearing your feeble request for waterâhad swiftly spread the news, for not a moment later Yuji burst into the room.
âSISTER!â he exclaims, hurtling his way towards you with heavy steps. You flinch in your position on the bed at the sound of his loud voice. âYou are awake! Mama seemed like she would faint, Choso had almost popped a bloody vein, he looked like he was about to challenge Lord Gojo to a duelââ
âYuji! My dear,â you had to shout, interrupting the boyâs ramblings, giving him an uneasy smile. âLower your volume, please. I might faint back into unconsciousness due to the strain, and this time you will be the one dueling Choso.â
The pout Yuji adopts is akin to a chastened hound as he grabs a chair to sit next to you. You take this moment to surveil your surroundings, now with a clear headedness granted to you that hadnât been granted before. There were fresh flowers adorning a vase on the table on your bedside, and you seemed to be wearing a shift, cleaned and changed out of your dirty and mud-ridden dress. There was a gauze surrounding your head, and you could feel some similar cloth on your ankle.
You turned to your brother. âNow then, what were you saying?â
He perks up. âWell, youâve been in quite a state, dear sister! Itâs not every day youâre injured before breaking fast. Choso practically spat his tea when he heard! And, of course, Duchess Gojo has been endlessly apologetic. Between Mama, Choso, and me, weâve all been in quite a state. I daresay youâre hardly known for clumsinessâalthough you do have your moments on horseback.â At the memories seemingly pooling themselves in his mind, Yuji sniggers while you shoot him a look to not be testy. âAnd Gojo has been nothing short of attentive. No doubt the manâs come in to change your flowers more than the doctorâs visited you. Heâs so caring, he even cares for a worm like you!âÂ
You ignore Yujiâs jab, instead forcing yourself not to be gripped by the fact that Gojo had been soâŚattentive to you. Of course, it was as an indirect result of his sheer vexing nature that you were bedridden in such a manner, so it should not set your heart aflutter like a foolish girl. But your traitorous heart seems to hate listening to reason.Â
You begin to nod slowly. âAnd how many days have I been out? When is the house party?â Taking a gander at the windows in the room you were situated in, you could see the moon and starâs light filtering the curtains. You werenât sure if it was the evening or night or completely early in the morning.
He looks up to the ceiling, as if calculating something, brows furrowed. âToday.â
Groaning, you put your head in your hands, playing with your hair as it falls through the gaps of your fingers. âMother is going to kill me.â
âOh, indeed,â Yuji replied with a hum, stretching his arms in a cat-like yawn. âNow, I must get back to my rest. The servants were gossiping near my door, so I thought Iâd see for myself that you werenât dead.â He kissed you on the cheek before heading to the door. âSleep, sister, for I expect Mama will tire you endlessly come morning.â
Later, a gentle nudge at your arm and a few soft âMiss! Wake up!ââs roused you from sleep. You opened your eyes to find a maid hunched over you, relief clear in her expression as you met her gaze with a drowsy squint. âMiss, Lord Gojo requests your presence. May I allow him in?â
With a nod, you fought off your annoyance at having been disturbed. The maid, visibly flustered, hurried to admit Gojo, who soon approached with quiet footsteps. As you propped yourself up, arms crossed, you gave him a mildly reproachful look. âGojo, youâve roused me from my slumber. I trust this is a matter of utmost importanceâ-â you began, then trailed off as you took in his expression.
He was taut, as though his very sinews were wound tight. Standing rigidly, his jaw clenched, his gaze flitted everywhere but to you. Troubled, you tried, âGojo?â
At the sound of his name, he looked sharply at you and seemed to gather himself. âAh⌠forgive me.â He took a seat and smiled, though it didnât reach his eyes, artificial. âHow is your recovery?â You eye him suspiciously. His leg is moving up and down anxiously, the action minute in a way that makes you think heâs not aware of doing it. The tight and strained smile on his face seems uncanny, his concern seeming out of place. âWell, as much as it can be for me bleeding out pints and pints of blood from my head,â at that, you note that he subtly flinches, âbut all is well!â You spread out your arms and give him a dazzling smile, and his eyes follow. âIâm sure my mama and my maid are itching to rush in here to prepare me for the house party.â Giving him a playful glare, you continue, âAnd just for the pain you caused me, you ought to have two dances and a few pastries prepared tonight.â
At that, he looks at you for a quick glance before quickly turning away, seemingly collecting himself. In what you could observe in his previous expression, you were surprised to see yearning present in his blue eyes, filled with feelings that perplexed you. Gojo was acting very odd.
Then, he drew in a measured breath, his jaw clenched as if bracing himself for what he was about to say. He finally looked at you, a shadowed intensity in his gaze that made your heart beat fasterânot in the way it used to when his eyes sparked with wit, but with a sense of foreboding.
"Miss Itadori," he began, his voice lower, lacking the familiar, teasing cadence. "I must apologize for the trouble I have brought upon you. I was⌠heedless, perhaps even reckless, and it seems I have caused you nothing but suffering."
You frowned, confusion beginning to bubble beneath the surface as he paused, clearly struggling to continue. He seemed almost pitiable, looking down at his hands, which were tightly woven together, his knuckles pale. But pity was not a feeling you had patience for. Not now. Not with Gojo of all people.
"Trouble?" you repeated, folding your arms. "I do believe that's an understatement, my lord. A mere misstep, surely?"
His eyes flicked back to yours, the corner of his mouth tugging in a grim semblance of a smile. "Understatement or not, it remains the truth," he replied, his voice nearly a murmur. "I cannot in good conscience continue this⌠attachment we have formed. The position of courtship our mamas have placed us in. For I fear it is you who stands to lose most dearly if I remain by your side."
You stiffened, his words crashing over you like a cold wave. "Attachment?" you said, bitterness coloring the word. "Do not dress it up with such kind words, Lord Gojo. An attachment is something formed with care, with respectâqualities you seem to find inconvenient."
He winced but did not break eye contact. "I will not argue with you," he said softly, voice steady in its regret. "Perhaps I am no master of attachments, nor have I ever claimed to be. But know that I had never wished to see you harmedâ"
"Harmed?" you interrupted, your voice growing louder as anger swelled within you. "Is this some twisted apology, then? A show of remorse for the inconvenience of your whims?"
Gojo opened his mouth to respond, but you did not allow him the chance.
"How very noble of you, Lord Gojo," you continued, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "After all this time, to simply say, 'Forgive me; I shall now remove myself from your life,' as if that makes up for the chaos youâve brought upon me? As if I am but a pawn to be moved at your discretion?"
His face softened slightly, as if he were seeing something in you he hadn't fully expectedâa quiet resolve beneath your anger, a dignity that refused to be bruised. "No, Miss Itadori," he said quietly. "I do not wish to see you as a pawn. After all, from what I understand is that you do not know what you desireâand I would only be exploiting that. I only⌠I only wish to relieve you of the burdens I seem to bring."
You laughed, the sound bitter and laced with fury. "Know what I want? As if you do, dropping pretenses with commoners and putting on your mask for the ton. And relieve me? I donât think you understand what it is youâve done, Gojo."
This conversation was dangerous. The emotions you hid under the air of nonchalance were steadily bubbling up, and it seemed that now, your sentiments were threatening to boil over at the sheer audacity of Gojo breaking off this arrangement, of what the ton would think today if he were to be avoiding you like the plague.
He flinched at the sound of his name on your lips, spoken with such venom. A muscle in his jaw ticked, but he made no move to respond, simply watched as you gathered your thoughts, your gaze piercing.
"All this time," you said, each word sharper than the last, "I was led to believe there was something more to your attentions. And now, you simply wash your hands of it? You think yourself a gentleman for doing so?"
"Miss Itadori," he said, his voice strained. "I amâ"
"You are a coward," you spat, and his eyes widened, the faintest hint of pain flashing in their depths. "Yes, thatâs right. A coward, for trying to protect yourself under the guise of protecting me. All this talk of 'relieving me'âdo not act as if your decision was made out of kindness." (a/n: OH NO SHE DIDNTTTTT)
"Do you not understand?" he interjected, a sudden fierceness in his voice, his composure beginning to slip. "This is not some petty whim, nor a game. My intentions⌠they were never meant to bring you harm, but they did. And I cannot bear to see it continue."
"Bear to see it continue?" you repeated incredulously. "Do you think I am some doll, some trifle to discard at your convenience?"
"That was never my intent!" he exclaimed, voice rising in frustration. "If you would but see reasonâ"
"Reason? From you?" you laughed bitterly, barely able to contain the fury welling up inside you. "Your idea of reason is nothing more than self-preservation, Lord Gojo. How convenient it must be to absolve yourself of guilt by deciding I am better off without you."
He fell silent, the anger in his face ebbing, replaced by a kind of desperation. "You do not understand," he said, quieter, almost pleading. "If I were to stay⌠if I were to court you in earnest, it would not be the life you think it to be."
"Then let that be my choice to make," you shot back, crossing your arms. "But noâthis is not about my well-being, not truly. It is about you, Gojo. It has always been about you."
A tense silence stretched between you, filled only by the soft, uneven breaths that escaped both of you. For a moment, neither dared to speak, both caught in the tangled emotions that hung thick in the air.
Finally, Gojo looked down, his eyes shuttered, his voice weary. "Then hate me, if you must. But I am done with this charade."
"Hate you?" you repeated, the word tasting strange on your tongue. "No, Lord Gojo. Hatred would imply I care enough to feel anything toward you."
Your entire body seethed with fury, every muscle trembling with the strain of keeping yourself upright, sitting on your bed. You couldn't storm outânot with your wounded leg refusing to bear even a fraction of the anger swelling within you. Instead, you pushed yourself up on shaking arms, glaring at him with such venom that he instinctively stepped back.
"Get out," you spat, the words laced with ice, your voice rising as if to fill the entire room. "Out! Now, Gojoâleave me this instant!"
He froze, his shoulders tense as he looked at you with something unreadable, but he made no move toward the door.
"I said leave!" you shriekedâyour voice shrillâthe strain of it making you nearly lose balance, but you didn't care. Hot tears stung your eyes, and you bit them back, forcing yourself to breathe through the betrayal clawing at your chest. "Take your false apologies, your noble pretensions, and get out of my sight. Go, and never, ever darken my door again."
His mouth opened, as if he might say somethingâperhaps even something that might soothe the jagged edges of your heart. But your furious gaze dared him to try.
With a pained expression, he finally gave a nod, stepping back toward the door. He lingered for a moment, one last helpless look crossing his face before he turned away, leaving without another word.
The door clicked shut, and you were left alone, shaking with fury, your breath ragged. Your eyes were still on that door, your heart racing, as though expecting him to come back, to take it all back, to be the man you'd witnessed yesterday. But deep down, you knew he would not return.
The first glimmers of morning filtered through the heavy drapes as you stirred awake, still dazed from the events that had left you bedridden. The memories of Gojoâs departure settled heavily on your chest, like a stone dropped in a lake, rippling outward and disturbing any possibility of calm. Your mind drifted over the previous nightâs argument, replaying words, and then, with a cringe, the heated moments where you felt every last ounce of self-restraint slip from your grasp.
A small part of you reasoned that you may have been rashâthat your anger and hurt had overtaken good sense. After all, it was you who deemed your and Gojoâs match impossible. So why were you so hurt?
Before you could linger on these thoughts, there was a soft knock at your door.Â
"Come in," you murmured, propping yourself up gingerly.
What followed soft footsteps was Choso, his gaze warm and steady as he entered, carrying the ease of familiarity that only he could. As he approached, he pulled a chair beside your bed and gave a faint smile.
Choso stepped in quietly, his face softened by a rare smile as he approached. âAwake at last,â he said gently, taking a seat beside you with the care one might afford a delicate flower. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep through the entire house party."
He reached out, his hand resting on the crown of your head, fingers slipping through your hair in a soothing rhythm. The fondness in his touch eased the last of the stiffness in your frame, a balm against the soreness both physical and emotional.
âYou worry too much,â you muttered, allowing yourself to lean into the comfort he offered, your voice softening as his hand continued to gently scratch at your scalp.
âYou look better today,â he said softly, continuing his familiar, soothing rhythm with his fingers. âThough, Iâll admit, you gave us all quite a scare.â
You managed a small smile, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease slightly under his touch. âI suppose I was overdue for a bit of excitement,â you murmured, though the attempt at levity felt thin, even to your own ears.
Chosoâs hand stilled momentarily, and his gaze grew searching as he looked at you. âWhat truly happened yesterday?â he asked, his voice low with concern. âThereâs more here than an unfortunate fall, isnât there?â
You stiffened slightly, glancing away from him. âIt was nothing,â you replied, willing your tone to sound convincing. âJust⌠an ill-timed accident. Nothing to concern yourself with.â
But Choso was not so easily deterred. He watched you closely, his brow furrowing with worry. âYouâve always been a poor liar, sister,â he murmured. âIf something happened, you know you can tell me. I only want to understand.â
The quiet earnestness in his tone gnawed at you, and for a moment, you considered confiding in him. But the idea of revisiting last nightâs turmoil felt too raw, too immediate. âIâm fine, truly,â you insisted, meeting his gaze with as much steadiness as you could muster. âIt was⌠nothing that canât be mended with rest.â
Chosoâs gaze lingered on you, his fingers resuming their gentle tracing along your scalp as if that alone could soothe whatever burden you were carrying. âWell,â he finally said, his tone filled with fond exasperation, âI wonât press you. But I trust youâll speak of it when you feel you are ready.â
You gave a slight nod, grateful for his restraint. The quiet between you was comforting, grounding, as he continued his rhythmic motions, easing your thoughts in a way that words could not.
After a long moment, he broke the silence again, his tone lighter this time. âOn a more cheerful note,â he began, a faint smile playing on his lips, âyouâll have another visitor tomorrow.â
âOh?â you asked, raising an eyebrow, though a part of you already guessed who he meant.
âYes,â he confirmed, a knowing glint in his eye. âSukuna received word of your injury and set off at once. Heâll be here by morning.â
You let out a small breath, a mixture of relief and trepidation filling you. âTomorrow, then,â you repeated, feeling a hint of warmth at the thought. âIt seems my brothers cannot resist making a fuss.â
Choso chuckled, squeezing your hand gently. âItâs what weâre here for. And perhaps Sukunaâs presence will help you feel a bit more at ease during the house party. Heâll see to it that no one bothers you unduly.â
You couldnât help but smile at that, the thought of Sukunaâs reassuring, if overbearing, presence lifting your spirits slightly. âWell, at least thereâs that to look forward to,â you murmured, and, with a soft sigh, leaned back against your pillows, letting Chosoâs calming presence ease the lingering shadows of last nightâs ordeal, even if temporary.
For you had a beast of a social gathering to deal with today, the same one where the ton would descend upon the outcome of your match, ready to laugh at you: the house party.
âHe what?âÂ
You flinched, scowling as you clutched your ears. Nobaraâs shrill voice was not helping your recovery, nor were her rough combs through your hair; but alas, beauty has a price, and itâs one youâre reluctantly willing to pay. You oh-so terribly wanted to politely decline the formal invitation, but it seemed that the moment you woke, your mother was dead set on getting you ready for what she thought was your engagement party. Little did she know that her not so future in law had gotten rid of you as if you were a stray animal latched onto him, but who were you to burst her bubble?
Perhaps you ought to dread the inevitable fallout from your mother when the truth emerged, but you consoled yourself with the thought of drowning your sorrows in champagne tonight, delaying her wrath for at least a little while. Besides, the prospect of Sukunaâs impending arrival tomorrow brought you some comfort; his unruly nature often served as a distraction from your own troubles.
You sighed heavily, meeting Nobaraâs furious gaze in the mirror. âHe merely said he wished to absolve me of any trouble he had caused.â
âGood riddance!â Nobara shrieked, her hand furiously waving around the hair brush in a way that made you wary, for it would not be pleasant for it to make contact with your already tender head. âHe was never the one for you to pursue, for he lacks the honor of a true gentleman! And yetâoh, heavens!â She gestured at you accusingly with the brush, her tone turning sharp. âWhy, pray, do you appear so disheartened?â
You open your mouth immediately, indignant and expecting your wit, your usual ally, to conjure a response for you, only to be left open-mouthed when it came up short. Nobara seemed to sense your hesitance, opening her mouth to unleash yet another accusatory and reprimanding remark, but you quickly moved to fill your silence. âI suppose I am justâŚoffended that he dare reject me, the diamond. The ton will seize upon this dissolution with glee. They shall revel in my supposed failure, for it will be indicative of my failure to the Queen.â
Nobara arched a brow, her skeptical silence speaking volumes. She clearly wasnât convinced, and before she could level another charge against you, a knock sounded at the door.
âSister, are you decent?â
âEnter, Choso,â you called out, hastily adjusting the neckline of your pale pink gown and straightening the strand of pearls around your neck.
Nobara opened the door, though she made no attempt to soften her posture. The hairbrush remained firmly in her grasp, poised like a weapon, and Choso cast it a wary glance as he stepped inside. His presence brought a sense of calm, even as his expression betrayed some inner turmoil. He hesitated for a moment before moving to sit at the edge of your vanity, his gaze flickering between you and Nobara.
You narrowed your eyes, suspicious of his silence. âWell, brother? Out with it,â you urged, though your voice lacked its usual sharpness.
He sighed, clearly reluctant. âVery well,â he began. âPray, hear me out. You know I have never hidden my disapproval of Lord Gojo.â At the sound of that name, you flinched, though you quickly masked it with a curt nod. Choso continued nonetheless, his tone steady but earnest. âIn light of recent events, I have taken it upon myself to formâŚa contingency plan of sorts.â
Your curiosity was piqued, though Nobara snapped at you to sit still as she continued combing through your hair. âGo on,â you said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Choso leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering as though to ensure Nobara wouldnât interrupt. âI have had the pleasure of conversing at length with Duke Nanami.â
You arched a brow, intrigued despite yourself. âThe Duke Nanami?â
âYes,â Choso confirmed. âHe is an esteemed gentleman of considerable character, and, as fortune would have it, he is not currently pursuing anyone this season.â
Your lips parted, but no words came. Chosoâs intent was clear, and the weight of his proposition settled over you like an unexpected storm. Nobara, meanwhile, had stilled entirely, her hairbrush forgotten in her hand as she turned to gawk at your brother.
âIs this,â she began, her voice disbelieving, âyour solution to Gojoâs appalling behavior? To thrust her into the path of another?â
Choso shrugged, unbothered by her skepticism. âA better match by far, I would argue. The Duke has no such inclinations to trifling or dishonor.â
You sighed, leaning back as the tension in the room thickened. âAnd what makes you so certain the Duke would even entertain such an arrangement?â you asked, your voice tinged with a weariness you hadnât intended to show.
Choso gave you a small smile, his hand reaching out to pat your shoulder. âLeave that to me, dear sister. For now, focus on enduring tonightâs ordeal. Tomorrow, you may take comfort in Sukunaâs arrivalâand in the knowledge that your prospects are not as grim as they seem.â
You exhaled, unsure whether to feel gratitude or exasperation, as Choso rose from his seat. Whatever plans he had in motion, they would unfold in time. For now, you could only prepare yourself for the chaos that awaited.
Gojo had outdone himself. Truly, magnificently outdone himself.
From the moment you entered the house, your hand resting lightly on Chosoâs arm, the stares began. They werenât the polite glances reserved for new arrivals at such gatheringsâthese were sharp, lingering, and accompanied by a cacophony of whispers that only heightened your unease.
You straightened your back, chin held high, determined not to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing your discomfort. But it was impossible to ignore the way every eye seemed to follow you, every head turned to observe as you passed. Whatever it was that had stirred this interest, you were certain Gojo was at the heart of it.
Feeling the oppressive smog of stares, you knew where you could find solace: the drinks table, where you could down a flute of champagne alongside your stress. And right as you excuse yourself from Chosoâs hold, who is now looking in the general direction of some menâparticularly a gaggle of men that included Lord Geto and Duke Nanami, who were looking at something in the direction of the dance floor with interest. As you walk, you take in the scene: a beautiful chandelier, and red drapings and coverings embellished with gold, a bloody alternative to the Gojo icy blue. Youâre not sure why todayâs ensemble of colors didnât include blue, but you believe it is fitting for whatâs going to happen to you after this party is over and your mother finds out about the elephant in the room.Â
And as you glance longingly at the couples gliding across the floor, their movements synchronized with the lilting strains of the orchestra, your breath catches.
It is then that you see him.
Gojo Satoru is spinning a girl across the dance floor, his coat tails trailing like ribbons in the air. His lips move as he speaks, the tilt of his head paired with that too-familiar smirk. His partner laughs at something heâs said, a soft sound that reaches you even from this distance. You could almost identify herâthere is no debutante in the ton you have not cataloged, no rival whose dossier you do not possessâbut tonight, it does not matter. She is just a blur of chiffon and curls, another face in a sea of women enthralled by him.
Your chest tightens as you take in the scene, a memory unspooling unbidden.
Is this what your first dance with Gojo had looked like to others? Did you appear as enraptured as this girl, your steps as confident and sure beneath his lead? You remember his light touch at your back, his questions whispered so quietly you doubted even the orchestra could eavesdrop, his eyes full of a charm so practiced it felt like a spell cast just for you.
And yet now, the spell is broken.
He is steering herâsteering everythingâwith such ease that it almost makes you laugh. Were he not so infuriating, you might have admired his grace, the way he seamlessly dominates both the conversation and the dance. His amusement is evident in the quirk of his brow, the corners of his mouth curling with every word she utters, no doubt answering his questions with meek enthusiasm.
She is simple. You can tell from the way he looks at her, the way he pauses before replying as if translating his own thoughts into something digestible for her. The way she beams at himâunaware of how deeply he calculates every moveâis almost endearing. Almost.
He is drawing the same conclusions he did of you. Simple, lacking substance.Â
The thought leaves a sour taste in your mouth.Â
But then the girl laughs again, a little too loud, and Gojoâs expression flickers for just a secondâlong enough for you to notice. His smile tightens, his gaze sliding briefly across the room as though searching for something more stimulating. It is instinctual, this glance, and his head tilts in such a way that you know it will land on you if you linger a moment longer.
Your heart stutters in protest, your legs already moving.
Punch table. Right.
As you near it, you grab the closest drink and down it one sip, desperate for the cool of the liquid to calm both your throat and your heated mind, furious with thoughts and anxiety of those around you. And it was just as you begin to set down the cool glass that in your periphery comes the man who soon tests your resolve.
âMiss Itadori,â a voice drawled behind you, the unmistakable lilt of smugness weaving through it.
You turned, and there stood Naoya Zenâin, his grin as unctuous as ever. He bowed slightly, though the gesture felt more like mockery than courtesy. âI must say, you are positively radiant tonight.â
You inclined your head ever so slightly, each movement deliberate. âMr. Zenâin. How kind of you to say.â
He grinned, and the sight was unsettling, a serpent preparing to strike. âRadiant, yes. A pity Lord Gojo has finally come to his senses and moved on. I thought the two of you might actually prove interesting.â
Your stomach churned, but you kept your expression serene. âI fail to see how my affairs are of interest to you, Mr. Zenâin.â
âOh, but they are,â he said, stepping closer, his voice lowering as though he were sharing a confidantâs secret. âEveryone is watching, you know. Wondering why Lord Gojo isâŚotherwise occupied tonight.â He tilted his head, motioning discreetly toward the mantle, a few meters away, where Gojo stood, entertaining and welcoming another lady.
Your eyes betrayed you, flicking briefly in that direction. Gojoâs figure remained in your periphery, still close enough to notice but far enough to be unattainable. You tore your gaze away, unwilling to feed Naoyaâs glee.
Naoya leaned in, his tone growing more audacious. âQuite the spectacle, wouldnât you agree? Though perhaps itâs for the best. You have much to offer, Miss Itadoriâbreeding hips, for one.â
The words hit you like a slap, your mind reeling in fury and disbelief. Your breath hitched, but before you could muster a scathing retort, something else caught your attention.
Gojoâs hand, resting casually against the column, tightened into a fist. The movement was subtle, but unmistakableâa barely contained tension that you might have missed if you werenât already attuned to his every breath, his every twitch.
Still, you refused to look directly at him. Whatever he felt, it mattered not.
âMr. Zenâin,â you began, voice icy and measured, though the rage burned beneath the surface, âyour comments are as inappropriate as they are unwelcome. I suggestââ
âSister.â
Chosoâs voice interrupted like a lifeline thrown to a drowning sailor. You turned to see your older brother approaching, his expression calm but his eyes sharp as they darted between you and Naoya. He came to your side, his imposing presence creating an impenetrable wall between you and the unwelcome intruder.
âMr. Zenâin,â Choso greeted with a curt nod, his tone laced with a warning. âI trust youâll excuse my sister. She and I were just about to take a turn about the room.â
Naoyaâs grin faltered, but he recovered quickly, stepping back with a mocking bow. âOf course. Do enjoy your evening.â
Choso wasted no time, offering his arm to you. You took it gratefully, your legs unsteady as he guided you away from the scene and toward a quieter corner of the ballroom.
âAre you all right?â he asked softly, his voice gentle but firm, as though bracing himself for a truth he might not like.
You nodded, though the words escaped you. Your hands trembled slightly, and Choso placed his over yours, steadying you. âI saw the way you looked,â he murmured, his voice quieter now. âAt Lord Gojo.â
Your breath caught, but you said nothing, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of your brotherâs steps.
âWhatever heâs doneâor hasnât doneâyou are worth far more than his regard,â Choso continued, his tone resolute. âDo not forget that.â A pause. âAre you all right, Sister?â
âI am fine,â you lied, though your trembling hands betrayed you.
The evening only worsened from there.
More and more, you felt the weight of curious glances, the whispers growing louder as the night wore on. The absence of Gojoâs attention did not go unnoticedâleast of all by your mother, who approached you and Choso with a determined expression, her fan snapping shut with a sharp flick of her wrist.
The warmth of the ballroomâs lights could not thaw the ice that slipped down your spine as your mother approached. Her movements were poised as ever, but the tightness in her lips and the fury barely hidden in her eyes told you everything. She stopped just short of you, her fan snapping shut with a sharp click that made you flinch.
âExplain,â she hissed, her voice low enough to avoid drawing the attention of onlookers but sharp enough to carve into you.
Your breath caught in your throat. You glanced towards Choso for reinforcement, but his furrowed brow and subtle shake of his head told you he would not interveneânot yet.
âI⌠donât understand, Mother,â you murmured, though the words tasted hollow even as you said them.
âDo not toy with me, child,â she snapped, her tone still hushed but more cutting. âThe entire room is whispering. Where is Lord Gojo? Why has he not so much as glanced in your direction tonight? Why is heââ Her eyes darted to the waltz floor, where Gojo had just excused himself from yet another partner. âWhy is he dancing with others while you stand here like a forgotten debutante?â
The words hit like a slap, and you flinched again, your gaze falling to your gloved hands. You wanted to speak, to explain, but the lump in your throat grew larger with every second.
Her voice softened but grew no less fierce. âWhat have you done?â
Your chest tightened, and for a fleeting moment, you considered telling her everythingâabout the garden, about Gojoâs words, about how utterly humiliated you had felt. But then the heat of the ballroom pressed down on you, the glances from curious onlookers prickling your skin like needles.
You couldnât. Not here.
So, you said nothing.
The silence between you stretched thin, your motherâs patience fraying with every passing moment. Finally, she straightened, her lips pressed into a pale line. âThis is how you repay all that has been done for you?â she whispered, her voice trembling with restrained fury. âDo you even comprehend what this will do to your prospects? To this family? You have disgraced yourself, and worseâyou have disgraced me.â
Her words left you hollow, the guilt settling into the spaces where indignation might have taken root. Still, you could not look up, nor could you summon any defense.
Your motherâs fan snapped open again with a sharp flick, the motion more violent than graceful. âWe are leaving,â she declared, turning abruptly on her heel. âNow.â
Choso stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against your elbow as if to steady you. You dared a glance at him, finding his gaze steady and quietly supportive. It was only his presence that kept your legs moving as you followed your mother toward the grand doors.
The weight of the roomâs collective gaze bore down on you with every step. The music swelled in the background, mocking you with its cheerfulness. As you neared the exit, your feet faltered.
And then you saw him.
Gojo.
He stood near the edge of the dance floor, his posture uncharacteristically tense, his jaw clenched tightly, his usual easy confidence dimmed. His head tilted slightly, his eyes cutting through the crowd to meet yours.
Your breath hitched. In his gaze, you saw regretâyearning, evenâand something else you couldnât quite name.
But it didnât matter.
You tore your eyes away, your jaw tightening as a steely resolve settled over you.
You would not break.
Not here. Not now. Not for him.
As you stepped into the cool night air, you drew in a deep breath, willing the ache in your chest to dissipate. Gojo Satoru had taken enough from you. Your heart, your dignityâno more.
If he thought you would crumble, he was mistaken.
He would regret this, you vowed silently.
And you would make certain of it.
The morning that came in a few days was no less disheartening than the night of the house party. The morning sun filtered weakly through the gauzy curtains of the drawing room, casting pale, lackluster patterns on the carpet. Even the sunlight seemed hesitant, as if it knew it had no place in the solemn atmosphere that hung over your family.
Even Yuji was solemn as you all sipped on your tea, the drawing room oddly quiet as you reflected in the aftermath of the past few days. The events of the house party still loomed over you. Your familyâs hasty departure had been punctuated by the sight of your mother in whispered conversation with Duchess Gojo, their faces tight with the bitterness of dashed expectations. You had no doubt they had commiserated over your perceived recklessness and Gojoâs insolence, lamenting how the perfect match they had orchestrated had unraveled before their very eyes.
You had borne it all in silence.
But now, in the cold light of morning, your resolve felt brittle.
Your hands tightened around your teacup as you stared into the amber liquid, your reflection rippling with each shallow breath you took. Independence? That word felt hollow. You had fought for it, yes, but at what cost? The tonâs whispers had already begun. You could feel their weight pressing on you, suffocating in their judgment. The laughter and speculation at your expense would echo through parlors and ballrooms for weeks, if not months.
And yet, deep down, there was a spark of defiance. They thought this was your undoing. They thought you would crumble. But they had no idea.
"Why does it feel like weâre mourning?" Yuji muttered, breaking the silence. His voice was quiet, but the sarcasm was unmistakable. "Itâs not as though anyone has died."
Your motherâs sigh this time was louder, sharper, and followed by a pointed glance in his direction. âYuji, do not jest,â she snapped. "This is no laughing matter."
Choso, who had been reclining with one arm draped lazily over the armrest of his chair, sat up straighter. âMother,â he said cautiously, his voice soft but steady, âI think itâs time we address whatâs truly troubling you.â
Her handkerchief stilled in her lap. For a moment, the room was silent again, the tension thick enough to choke on.
âTroubling me?â she repeated, her tone icy. âYou think I am troubled, Choso?â
âEveryone is troubled,â Choso replied, his gaze flicking briefly to you. "But perhaps if you said whatâs on your mind, we could all breathe a little easier."
Your motherâs lips thinned as she sat up straighter, her shoulders stiff. âVery well,â she said sharply, âif you must know, I am ashamed.â
The word hit you like a slap, even though you had expected it. You gritted your teeth, staring down at your tea to hide the flush of anger and embarrassment creeping up your neck.
âAshamed of what?â you asked quietly, your voice tighter than you intended.
âOf you,â she replied without hesitation. âOf the scandal you have brought upon this family. Do you think your actions have no consequences? Do you think the ton will simply overlook yourâŚâ She hesitated, clearly searching for the most cutting word. âYour antics with Lord Gojo?â
You felt Choso stiffen beside you, his protective instincts clearly flaring, but you held up a hand to stop him. You wouldnât hide behind your brothersânot this time.
âI have done nothing wrong,â you said, your voice low but firm. âGojo and I made a mutual decision that we were incompatible. Weââ
âYou humiliated yourself!â she interrupted, her voice rising. âAnd by extension, this family. Do you think people are speaking of him? No! It is you they ridicule. It is your name they sully.â
Your chest burned with anger and hurt, but before you could retort, Yuji shifted uncomfortably, muttering, âThis is getting out of handâŚâ
âYou think I care about their opinions?â you snapped, finally lifting your gaze to meet your motherâs. âThe ton has always been cruel. They would find a reason to gossip no matter what I did. I refuse to live my life pandering to their expectationsââ
âAnd look where that refusal has left you,â your mother interrupted, her voice shaking with fury. âUnmarried. Ruined. Who will have you now?â
You flinched, the words cutting deeper than you thought possible. Your lips parted, but no words came out. What could you possibly say to that?
The silence that followed was deafening.
Until a voice, smooth and amused, broke it.
âNow, now, Mother. I know youâve always had a flair for the dramatic, but let us not turn your theatrics onto our dearest sister.â
All heads turned toward the entrance, where a figure lounged against the doorway, his presence commanding without even trying. There he stoodâSukuna, your brother, looking entirely too pleased with himself for someone who had kept you waiting for days. Both you and Yuji involuntarily gasped in excitement, while Choso only shook his head in amusement and crossed his arms.
He strode into the room with an air of nonchalance, his tailored attire immaculate, his smile one of mocking amusement. His gaze flicked to your mother, then to you, lingering for a moment as if to appraise the damage left in her wake.
âGood morning,â he said smoothly, the corners of his mouth curling. âI trust Iâve arrived in time to save you from a most tiresome sermon.â
Your mother bristled, but her voice faltered, her ire now redirected. âSukuna, this is hardly the time for your irreverenceââ
âAnd yet here I am,â he interrupted, dropping into a chair with the kind of ease that only Sukuna could muster. He leaned back, his sharp gaze softening just slightly as it fell on you. âI thought you might appreciate a reprieve. You seem to have had enough lectures for a lifetime.â
You could feel tears welling in your eyes. You had severely underestimated how much you missed your elder brother, seeing his presence stir a fondness and comfort you hadnât felt ever since he left for Europe. And it seemed that your brothers shared your sentiment; Yuji was basically on his haunches, doing everything he could not to leave his chair to tackle Sukuna, and Choso barely holding in an amused smile.Â
âStill causing chaos wherever you go, I see,â Choso said dryly, though there was no malice in his tone.
Sukuna smirked. âSomeone has to keep things interesting.â
Your mother huffed, her lips pressing into a thin line as she rose from her seat. âI refuse to be made a fool in my own home. Sukuna, do try not to corrupt your siblings further while I attend to matters of actual importance.â She swept out of the room with her usual imperious grace, leaving a silence in her wake.
As soon as she left, you left your chair to basically jumping on him, hugging him tightly as he reciprocated your hug with wrapping his big arms around yours with equal fervor. âKuna,â you whispered, burying your face into his chest as the tears started flowing. His presence surrounded you, offering you a comfort and familiarity that the eventful weeks, ever since your debut, hadnât offered
Sukuna looked down to you with a raised brow as he patted your head affectionately. âWell, that was entertaining. Now, whoâs going to tell me what truly happened while I was gone?â
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trouble - coldplay
part 3 of donât call my name
warnings: angst, hurt + arguing but itâs steamy, drinking and clubbing, some violence (she gets grabbed and threatened but nothing happens), guard dog carmy bark bark, carmy throws hands & brief mention of blood. comfort sex, sappy and sweet but hot, itâs unprotected what else did you expect from me, dirty talk, some drama with claire iâm sorryÂ
wc: 9.0k
a/n: soâŚi told everyone this was going to be 3 parts when it actually needs 4. i fear i am just too much of a yapper. i love these two and think i needed to do the story justice. so stay tuned for ch4. hehehehe. hope u enjoy!!! (it is going to get angsty)Â
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carmen berzatto is a shitty communicator.Â
this we know to be a fact.Â
itâs just, sometimes when there are a thousand thoughts swarming around his head, itâs easier to not say anything at all. that makes sense, right?Â
the girl wakes up the next morning to find herself alone. the plush king sized bed almost mocks her with emptiness.
she knows that carmy is a hard worker. a michelin star kitchen doesnât just run itself. still, it might be nice to get a note, or text, or anything that would reassure her last night wasnât just some fluke to to him.Â
the silence of the apartment is almost deafening. she trudges down the stairs and walks to the kitchen, pouring herself what was left in the coffee pot from carmyâs early morning.Â
she feels lethargic, sore, and a little stung from waking up alone. no text or anything, she thinks.Â
but there was still time. maybe he was just really busy today. she pushes away the negative thoughts and slaps both of her cheeks lightly, trying to wake herself up. it would be a good day. he would text her or call her when he got a break. and they would talk about it. she puts a smile on her face at the delusion and hops back up the stairs to get dressed for work.Â
the girl tries to busy herself when she gets there, picking up extra slack from coworkers and bustling around to finish projects. trying to not check her phone.Â
she goes on lunch break with no text from him.Â
gets off work at 5 with no text from him.Â
throws his sheets in the wash and remakes his bed with no text from him.Â
eats dinner with no text from him.Â
watches a movie at 9:30 with, you guessed it.Â
she throws her phone back onto the bed angrily, the false wall of positivity built in her mind beginning to crumble. sheâs tired and annoyed, so she shuts off the movie and buries herself in bed, trying to push thoughts of him out of mind so she could sleep.Â
she tells herself that they can talk tomorrow. but then, tomorrow comes and itâs the same nothing, almost like she didnât even have a roommate.Â
three silent days go by until the girl decides sheâs had enough, and plans to wait up for him and have a talk. maybe he just wasnât a texting type of guy, she tries to comfort herself.Â
she grabs her book and a throw blanket and camps out on the couch, waiting for him to get home.Â
itâs close to midnight before she hears keys jingling and the lock turning. her heart drops inexplicably but she remains nonchalant and continues reading her book until she hears him take a few steps inside.Â
she turns her head, watching him talk on the phone as he slides his shoes off. he doesnât notice her in the dim light of the living room, and his brows are furrowed, hand running through his messy curls.Â
âyeah. yeah, iâm- i knowâŚ.sorry again,â a pause, âokay. iâll see you saturday. bye, claire.âÂ
her eyebrows shoot up at the name, the sinking feeling with in her stomach increasing tenfold. this motherfucker.Â
carmen makes it halfway into the living room before he notices her on the couch, slightly startling at her presence, mumbling a âshitâ
her face feels hot, but not in the good way she had grown accustomed to the past few weeks.Â
âhey,â he greets softly, eyes looking tired, shoulders slumped.Â
she just glares at him and goes back to reading her book.Â
he says her name. she ignores him.
the man lets out a small scoff, stepping closer to the couch, hand on his hip.Â
âwhat, you, uh, ignoring me?âÂ
she glances up at him and thereâs a small smirk on his face, like he thinks itâs joke or something.Â
she opens her mouth to say something mean, but stops herself. takes a deep breath. recenters.Â
she slams her book shut and turns to face him.Â
âiâm going to bed.âÂ
the manâs small smirk drops, watching as she shoots up from the couch and starts heading towards the stairs. he grabs her wrist to stop her.Â
âhey,â he says, firmer this time.Â
she whips around and pulls her arm back.Â
âwhat?â she snaps.Â
his brows furrow at her tone of voice. he pauses for a second, eyes raking down her face, taking in her expression.Â
âwhy are you acting like that?â he asks.Â
the question does nothing but make her feel angrier.Â
âbecause youâre being fucking confusing,â the girl exclaims, her throat growing tight.
âhow am i confusing?â carmen replies with a surge of annoyance, âyou woke me up the other night withâŚâ his eyes dart down her frame, âhalf your fuckinâ clothes on.â he tries to sound angry, but his voice betrays him a bit. truthfully, it was like his prayers had come true when he opened his eyes to find her straddling him in underwear and a tiny little top that barely kept her chest contained.Â
âyeah cause i thought you were into me,â she frustratedly sighs, âbut youâre justâŚusing me to get over claire.âÂ
the allegation wasnât rooted in fact. but thatâs how the girl felt, and she confuses the two in the moment.Â
âdonât say that.â he snaps, âthatâs not fuckinâ true in the slightest.â carmen had been done with claire for months at this point. if anything, he had been trying to use claire to get over his roommate.
âitâs been three days since we-⌠and you havenât said anything,â she sighs, rubbing her forehead, feeling a headache come on.Â
he knows his, and feels guiltier than she could even imagine. but he also knows sheâs leaving in a few short weeks, and doesnât want to fall any deeper than he already has for her.Â
âi got busy at work.â he defends. itâs a shitty excuse, but as usual, itâs the first to come to mind.Â
her eyes brows crease further.Â
âyou have a phone.â she chides.
âi justâŚi didnât think about it,â he lies, âiâm sorry.â
she scoffs and shakes her head.Â
âgod, youâre so-,â another sigh, âyou know, whatever, carm.â she turns from him and begins to walk up the stairs.Â
he hates how his eyes glance down to her ass, peaking out from beneath a pair of short shorts.Â
god heâs a fucking loser, he tells himself.Â
carmy calls her name again. she ignores him.Â
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the girl slams her bedroom door behind her and throws herself onto her bed. she tries to fight the hot, angry tears that stream down her face, telling herself it doesnât really bother her. telling herself that heâs just another stupid guy, and she can find better. this does nothing to ease the burning feeling in her chest, though, a pair of soft blue eyes flashing in her mind. thinking of the way he was rough with her while still being gentle, kissing her face and calling her sweet names. thinking of how he held her and wiped her tears and assured her that things would work out.Â
fucking asshole!Â
she grabs her duvet and pulls it over her head, wrapping herself tightly and burrowing into the pillow. she tells herself that she wonât make the mistake of giving into him again. wouldnât ever grace him with her lips or fingers or sweet moans again.Â
she tells herself that she doesnât need him. she could easily find someone else that would satisfy that same feral craving she had for carmen.Â
in fact, tomorrow would be friday, and she hadnât gone out in a long time. she decides on calling up a friend and making a friday night plan to go out. drink, dance, and prove to herself that thereâs better for her out there than carmy.Â
the girl aggressively rubs her face of tears and shoots up out of bed, grabbing her phone to send the invitation to a girlfriend. her phone pings with a quick response, and the girl confirms her plan for the following night, already envisioning what to wear. the thought of seeing carmy tomorrow night before she goes out makes her stomach churn. the thought of seeing him at all makes it churn, actually.Â
she tells herself that she only has to stick it out for another month or so. then she would go back to california and things would be normal. no more stupid boys. no more heated touches. no more whimpers being greedily devoured by hungry kisses.Â
she tells herself thatâs what she wants.Â
it doesnât feel genuine in the slightest.Â
the following morning she rummages through her closet and picks out a couple of skimpy options. she studies herself in the mirror, holding up the various items up in front of her nude body, wondering what carmy would think of the outfits. she quickly tries to push the thought out of mind. she doesnât care what he thinks, she reminds herself. her eyes fixate on the finger-shaped bruises scattered about her hips. she thinks of how they got there.Â
her day at work seems to go impossibly slow. the girl finds herself thinking of carmen constantly, caught between hoping there would be a text from him when she would check her phone and hoping she would never hear from him again.Â
her mind frequently flashes to the way he handled her a few nights ago. how he kissed her obsessively. how he held her up once her legs had given out. how he relentlessly plowed into her and called her a pretty girl and told her she was made for him.Â
the thought simultaneously makes her horny and angry, something that she had never experienced so vividly until now. she wanted to slap his face, but at the same time she wanted to kiss him and grind against him and beg for him again.Â
itâs entirely confusing.Â
by the time 10 o clock rolls around, she begins to get ready, meticulously styling her hair and applying her makeup. she opts for a sultry, smokey look, accentuating her eyes with dark shadow and liner, glossing her pouty lips with a clear lacquer. the girl tries to hurry the routine, anxious to make it out the door before carmen gets back.Â
she strips her clothes off and slips into her club apparel, then decorates her look with rings, bracelets, earrings, and a necklace. as she slides her thigh high boots on, she hears the front door open, then slam closed.
âfuck,â she harshly exhales. looks like she would have to see him after all.Â
carmy racks his keys onto the hook and steps out of his shoes, taking a deep breath at the relief of being home. itâs not until he notices the light coming from upstairs that the relief is replaced with a sense of anxiety.Â
he knows he needs to fix things between him and his roommate, if he could even refer to her as just that anymore. he had felt like a jackass all week, but apologies were never really his strong suit. he didnât even know where to start.Â
the man empties his pockets out onto the credenza, then begins to make his way into the living room. he stops in his tracks when he hears the click of heels descending the stairs.Â
as he turns his head and catches sight of her, he fights to stifle a groan.Â
she comes down clad in a tight top and mini skirt, length of her legs emphasized by black thigh high boots. his eyes rake down her body, admiring the curve of her figure and the appealing fit of the clothes. he wishes that she would dress like that all the time, but he doesnât tell her that, instead just opting for a casual, albeit slightly strained âhey.â
she looks at him, but doesnât reply, instead sauntering over to their bar cart and pouring herself a shot. he realizes the top is backless, and clenches his jaw a bit, trying to recenter with a deep breath.Â
âyou, uhâŚyou look nice,â he clears his throat.Â
she throws back the shot and shivers.Â
âthanks,â her response comes dryly, walking over to grab her purse, âiâll be back in a few hours.â
carmen feels his brain stutter, processing what she said, his eyebrows furrowing.Â
âwait you, uh, youâre going out dressed like that?â he canât help but feel a bit protective, even if she is pissed off at him. the girl scoffs.Â
âi canât really go to the club in sweatpants, carm.âÂ
he rubs a hand over his face, trying to keep calm.Â
âyou could, uhâŚ.at least put a fuckinâ jacket on or something though?â he tries to suggest kindly. his tone betrays him.Â
âyeah?â she turns towards him, âwhy the fuck do you care?â bite in her tone.Â
his eyes fall over the multiple hickeys that litter her neck, then flicker over her face, realizing how striking her features look accentuated by dark makeup. she looks angry. a little hurt. he wants to say something soothing.Â
âcause i-fuck,â hand threading through his hair messily, âbecause i know how guys think.âÂ
nice. real soothing.Â
âyeah? nâwhat do they think?â she challenges.Â
that anyone would want you. that you look fucking hot wearing those tight little clothes.
carmy opts to not respond so directly, and walks closer to her.Â
âi just donât want you to get⌠hurt.â his tone is firm, jaw set tightly. she lets out a sardonic laugh at this. at the fact that heâs her biggest source of hurt at the moment.
âwhat, you think itâs funny?â he barks, âyou could get fuckinââŚpicked up or drugged or something.âÂ
she rolls her eyes.Â
âthatâs not gonna happen. iâm going with a friend.â she snatches her purse off the credenza, fumbling through it to make sure she has her id. he takes a few steps closer. until he can smell her sweet perfume.Â
âwell, let me drive you guys then.âÂ
she shakes her head.Â
âno. weâre getting a cab.â zipping up her purse and hanging it over her shoulder.Â
âfuck, then call me when you get there. and when youâre leaving.â he snaps a bit, becoming a bit fed up with her attitude.Â
ânot gonna fuckinâ call you, carmy,â her face scrunches up in anger, âiâll probably end up going home with someone, anyways,â she fibs, locking eyes with him, unintentionally leaning in a bit.Â
âyou what?â he angers, moving even closer to her, their faces mere inches apart.Â
she can feel the shot she took now, eyes darting down to his lips. fuck his deodorant. the smell of it makes her want to give in.
ââmgonna find someone tonight,â her tone lower now, lids low, âân theyâre gonna fuck me better than you ever will.âÂ
he scoffs, blood boiling at her words, shaking his head, eyebrow twitching.Â
âyeah, uh, thatâs not gonna fuckinâ happen.â his hand comes to wrap around her hip, squeezing. his face comes closer, lips nearly ghosting hers.
âyeah?â she challenges, actively fighting to keep from diving in, eyes locked on his lips.
âyeah,â tone firm, âtell your friend youâre staying in tonight.âÂ
she doesnât know why she feels so turned on. still pissed off, yes, but mostly aroused.Â
she rolls her eyes and lets out a laugh to hide this, but he can tell. he can always tell by the slight flutter of her eyelids and the way sheâll part her lips. he knows that she likes when he talks to her like that.Â
the girl channels all of her strength and steps away from him, opening the front door.Â
âsee you tomorrow,â she chimes, walking out. he calls her name as she walks away, but she ignores him. he tells himself heâs too proud to chase after her, but really he wants to do nothing more.Â
as she makes her way down the hall, his eyes rake down her exposed back, settling on her shapely ass.Â
this girl was going to drive him fucking crazy.Â
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carmy berzatto (2hrs): you make it there?Â
missed call from carmy berzatto (1hr)
carmy berzatto (30min): call me if you need a ride home.Â
the girl shuts off her phone, shoving it back in her purse and strutting to the bar counter. sure, now he cared enough to send a text.Â
jealous motherfucker.Â
it had been a girls night out until her friend went home with an ex boyfriend, leaving her all alone at the club. she leans over the counter, pushing her hair over her shoulder. her feet are sore from the boots she had picked out, coupled with an hour or so of nonstop dancing.Â
the girl had planned to leave as soon as her friend did, but made the mistake of passing through the main room where they were playing 2000s music. she couldnât just not dance to 2000s.Â
the bartender works quickly to accommodate the numerous orders. she feels the drink she had been sipping on affecting her, comfortably bathing in the multicolored lights of the club. it was packed with people, and she had been noticing eyes on her all night.Â
the girl feels a hand on her lower back, and she turns to meet the eyes of a tall man.
âhi,â he says.
âhey,â she softly replies.
he was admittedly handsome, and his muscular stature didnât hurt to look at either.Â
âcan i buy you a drink?â the man asks.Â
the girl softly smiles and nods. he raises his hand to flag the bartender. she was planning on getting a water, but since she wasnât paying for itâŚ
the stranger makes small talk with her, the two having to practically yell into each otherâs ear to hear over the bass of the music. jobs, what part of town they live, compliments. not that she really cares about any of it, though she tries to.Â
as he leans in to ask if sheâll dance with him, he places his hand on her waist. she tries to ignore how it doesnât feel right.Â
heâs cute, she tells herself, and i needs to stop thinking about carmy.Â
the girl takes a long sip of her drink and nods softly, taking his hand and leading him to the dance floor. they squeeze through the crowd of bodies, and she turns to face him, hand on his chest. he places a hand on her lower back, and they begin to move to the beat. she takes another long sip of her drink, closing her eyes, coming closer to the man, swaying her hips. his deodorant doesnât smell as good as carmenâs does. doesnât comfort her like his does.Â
she takes another sip, and she circles around, moving her hips, facing away from the man. the music resonates through the whole building, lights flash and change color, making her movements feel dreamlike. he places his hands on her hips.Â
she wishes that she liked how it felt.Â
the man presses his hips into her backside. she imagines itâs carmen, and the thought makes her bite down onto her lip. her head falls back against his chest. she thinks of her roommateâs strong arms. his tattoos. the way his face scrunched up when he fully engulfed himself in her. the girl lets out a breath. her skin feels hot and sticky in the muggy club air. she takes another long sip of alcohol, feeling lips on her neck. they feel strange and unfamiliar. it doesnât set off that tingling sensation in her lower stomach. she groans out of frustration.Â
âmmm you like that donât you, pretty girl?â the man slurs into her ear.Â
the name makes her heart drop, and all of the sudden she feels like she needs to throw up. she shoves the strangerâs hands away and stumbles forward, pushing her way out of the crowd. the floor feels like itâs tilting on an axis as she cringes at the feeling of other sweaty bodies touching her. she gets shoved into by a big group and loses her drink.Â
itâs suddenly hard to breathe. the girl feels her throat tighten, her chest burning, wiping hot tears away. she fights and pushes and weaves through the crowd until she finally breaks free, making a beeline for the glowing red exit sign. the girl shoves the door open, almost tripping over the frame, and stumbles out into the cold night.Â
the frigid air helps alleviate some of her nausea, skin rising in goosebumps. she trudges along the brick wall and leans her back against it, focusing on taking deep breaths. her hands run through her messy hair, pushing it out of her face, closing her eyes, trying to stop the steady flow of tears.Â
this night was supposed to be fun, but all she wanted to do was go home and sleep this booze off. all she wanted was carmen.Â
her hands fumble through her purse, grabbing her phone. she drops it, muttering a âshit,â and crouches down to pick it up. she squints her eyes at the light of the display, struggling to navigate to the uber app. she enters her address, cursing internally when she sees the friday night surge prices. instead, she exits uber and finds her contacts, hovering over the number of a cab company. her eyes glance towards carmen's contact, right below.Â
she doesnât want to call him. he was being an asshole, and she hates how easily he was able to get under her skin. so she dials the contact for the cab, listening to the line ring. and ring. and ring. almost infinitely, then a automated voice of âyour call cannot be completed.âÂ
âfuck,â she curses, terminating the call.Â
her eyes fixate on his name, pausing and contemplating.Â
she rolls her eyes and dials it. the line rings twice and gets picked up with a raspy greeting and a âyâokay?âÂ
she stays silent for a second, not sure what to say. he says her name.Â
âdid you know that you are-â she hiccups, âs-so mean?â itâs the only thing that comes to mind.Â
âare you drunk?â he asks.
âno. mânotâ she argues, wiping a stray tear.Â
âyou sound drunk,â he retorts, âwhere are you? iâm coming to get you.âÂ
âyouâre so fuckingâŚrude. ânyou think you can just do whatever you want because youâre so-â hiccup, âhot⌠and bigâŚyou irritate me, carm,â she slurs into the line. she opens her mouth to say more, but he cuts her off by saying her name sternly.Â
âyou at prysm? tunnel?âÂ
âyeah. that one.â she hiccups again.Â
âtunnel? okay, stay right there. iâm getting in my car now.âÂ
âok but iâm still mad at you,â she murmurs, leaning against the cool brick. he scoffs, and starts saying something about her bad attitude, but she cuts him off by hanging up, harshly exhaling and closing her eyes tightly. the tears continue falling, so she just tries to focus on her breathing.Â
a cool breeze causes her to stiffen, wrapping her arms around herself, shivering. itâs uncomfortable, but grounding. her head stops spinning so much as she begins to breathe deeply. the tears come to a steady stop, but the aching in her chest doesnât. she wishes carmen would hold her and kiss her head.Â
around fifteen minutes pass before she hears the back door of the club open. the girl keeps her eyes shut, hoping whoever it was wouldnât bother her. though it seems sheâs not so lucky tonight, unfortunately.Â
âhey, you,â a deep voice says. she snaps her eyes open to find the same tall man she was dancing with earlier standing in front of her.Â
she just stares at him silently, crossing her arms in front of her to help provide some modesty.Â
âlisten, i think we get along well. and youâre really hot,â he explains drunkenly, âwhy donât i help you get home?âÂ
she feels icked out, trying to refrain from rolling her eyes.
âmânot interested, sorry. i have someone coming to pick me up.âÂ
the man scoffs.Â
âyou were plenty interested earlier when i bought you a drink,â taking a step closer to her, âcâmon. donât be a tease.â he has a smirk on his face. she feels her heart begin to pound against her chest.Â
carmy was right, it was a mistake to come out. she tries to take a step away from him, blocked by the hard brick wall.Â
âseriously, iâm not interested,â she tries to sound assertive, âmy boyfriend will be here any second so just leave me alone.â she hopes he canât read through her lie.Â
âyour boyfriend?â he asks, smirk turning into a grin, âyouâre a naughty girl, arenât you? someone should fucking straighten you out.â
her heart drops to her stomach, and she feels sick all over again. she steps forward to shove past him, and he grabs her waist, slamming her back into the wall.Â
âdonât fucking touch me!â she yells, grabbing his wrists and digging her nails in. he doesnât let go. tears begin to stream down her face, heart hammering against her ribcage. she sees headlights from down the street and prays that itâs carmen, continuing to struggle against the man.Â
the car speeds up to the curb and jerks to a stop, door flying open. she shuts her eyes tightly and digs her nails in hard enough to draw blood, giving a final attempt at trying to get his hands off of her.Â
the girl is suddenly released as the man is jerked backwards by his shoulder. her eyes snap open and graciously land on the person sheâs been wanting to see the most.Â
everything happens so fastâwatching in a haze as carmen practically decks the guy in the face, sending the stranger stumbling back, gripping a bloody nose.Â
âyou muverfuckr!â he slurs, words muffled by a dripping hand, lunging forward again. carmy shuffles back, then throws another jab square in the face. the man falls backwards onto the ground, sitting on the concrete, looking entirely disoriented. the girl gasps, feeling partially sobered by the scene.Â
she watches as the strangerâs blood drips onto the pavement, then darts her gaze over to carmen. his eyes look crazed, jaw tightly locked. he begins to stalk towards the man, clenching his fists that were spotted with red.Â
the girl reaches out and grabs his arm. he turns to look at her and his features immediately soften, taking in her tear-soaked cheeks and swollen lips. without thinking, he grabs her arm and pulls her into a tight embrace, arms wrapping around her in a protective bear hug. she clings to his shirt, and cries. he kisses the top of her head.Â
he smells so good. smells so safe.Â
âsâokay. i got you,â he soothes, âyouâre okay.â the man says this as a reassurance to himself as well, rubbing her back, feeling his throat tighten and eyes water a bit.Â
the stranger lay flat on his back now, clutching his bleeding nose, mumbling incoherently.Â
carmen pulls back from the embrace, but keeps an arm wrapped tightly around her, ushering her to the car. she stumbles a bit, holding onto him securely. she wishes the tears would stop, but they donât. she feels so scared. so relieved. so fucking grateful.Â
he gets her into the car, shutting the door and walking around to the driverâs side. she doesnât want to look at him when he gets in, so she hides her face in her hand, elbow leaning on the arm rest. he doesnât say anything for the duration of the drive home either.Â
she feels embarrassed, tired, and still a little mad at carmy. the whole reason she had wanted to go out and meet guys in the first place was because of his stupid situationship with claire. it was like it made her go into defense mode.Â
they had been driving for about 5 minutes, before she feels a dull throbbing in her head, stomach growling, alcohol in her system making her crave greasy nasty salty food.Â
she raises her head from her hand, looking at carmen. his eyebrows were knit together tightly, jaw clenched. she leans her head against the headrest as she stares at him lovingly. she loves how protective he gets over her. how strong he is. how blindingly handsome.Â
but sheâs still mad, of course.Â
he catches her gazing at him in his periphery. he looks over, features softening as he catches her eyes momentarily.
âwhatâs up?â he asks, voice low.
she just looks at him. her lip pouts a bit.Â
âyou hungry?â comes his question, perfectly timed.Â
she allows a soft smile to grace her lips at the accuracy of his guess.Â
âmmhm,â she nods, âa burger sounds really good right now. and french fries.âÂ
he lets out a quiet chuckle, nodding his head, glancing at her again.Â
âletâs get you a burger and french fries, then.âÂ
he turns his signal on and moves to make a quick left, pulling into a drive-thru after a few minutes.
they sit in line waiting for the order to be cooked. she glances over at his face. she wants to kiss him, a little.Â
âdâyknow what the ultimate hangover food is?â she asks softly.Â
he turns to face her, eyebrows raised in question, a look of amusement on his face.Â
âan all american breakfast,â she murmurs with a smile.
âyeah?â he asks, âlikeâŚpancakes?â
she nods, biting her lip with a smile. he lets out a soft laugh at this.
âand bacon and eggs. and hash browns. fuck,â her eyes are closed, like sheâs imagining it in front of her. this makes the man laugh a bit harder, hand coming to smooth over his face.Â
âgood answer,â he tells her once he stops smiling as much.Â
âwhatâs yours?â she asks, gazing at him a bit longingly.Â
âmy what?âÂ
âyour hangover cure food.â
âuh, probablyâŚsaltines?â.Â
the girl lets out a laugh.Â
âthe alcohol upsets my stomach,â he admits.Â
she laughs harder, burying her face in her hands.Â
âyou are so cute,â she amuses.Â
he fights the heat that rushes to his face when she says this, and they pull forward to the pick up window.Â
the girl takes her first bite into the greasy burger that carmen insists on paying for, and it makes her feel more human than she has all night.Â
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carmy parks the car in his assigned lot, then gets out to assist his roommate out of the car. the food helped her feel much more grounded, but she still has to cling onto his arm to be able to walk straight through the building.Â
neither of them say anything. this lasts until they get back to their unit, and carmy locks the door behind them. he watches as the girl stumbles out of her shoes and crashes onto the couch. she throws an arm over her eyes and tries to push away the nausea that comes with laying down.Â
âthank you,â she murmurs into her arm after a moment.
âmhm,â he responds, âtold you to call me when you needed a ride, though,â shrugging off his jacket.
âi did,â she argues.
âno, you called me⌠way after you needed one. and you stood outside waiting for me,â his tone grows harsher.
if she wasnât so nauseous, sheâd roll her eyes.Â
âi was trying to get away from all the guys that were trying to take me home,â she retorts. she means it to be teasing, but itâs clear he doesnât take it that way by the peak she steals through her arms.Â
âyâknow, you-,â he scoffs, âiâm glad you think itâs fuckinâ funny because i-fuckâŚi was worried about youâ he throws his keys onto the table, feeling angry, feeling scared.Â
she throws her other arm over her face. her cheeks are hot with embarrassment. her throat suddenly feels tight at his words, like sheâs going to cry again. she doesnât say anything out of fear of her voice breaking.Â
carmy chides her name, stalking over to the couch. he stands over her, expectantly waiting for a response, jaw clenching with annoyance. he nudges her arm. she moves it, revealing her tired bloodshot eyes.Â
âcan we not do this tonight?â she begs hoarsely, âmâso drunk.âÂ
âyou fucking scared me,â he exclaims, grabbing his hair, âwhat wouldâve happened if i didnât get there in time, huh?âÂ
âi know,â she sobs, tears now freely flowing, hiding her face in her arms again.Â
his heart breaks a bit, watching her cry like that. but he feels so angry that she put herself at risk like that.Â
âyou-â he stops. takes a deep breath to recenter. âyouâre right. letâs not do this tonight.âÂ
she peaks at him through her arms, feeling completely pathetic. she watches him turn on the small lamp by the couch. he drapes a throw blanket over her before turning to walk upstairs.Â
tears continue inexplicably trailing down her cheeks, as her deep breathing begins to lul her into sleep.Â
an hour passes.Â
she shifts to try and get comfy to no avail.Â
30 more minutes.Â
everything was so uncomfortable.Â
she sits up quickly and shoots off the couch, beelining for the stairs, desperate to get the crunchy makeup and scratchy clothes off.Â
she falls up the stairs in her sleepy scramble, knocking against the wall loudly. slowly stands up, holds onto the rail, and exhales before continuing to ascend much more carefully.Â
as she walks down the hallway, she unashamedly begins to strip out of her clothing, leaving a trail that leads to the bathroom, telling herself she would take care of it later. she feels sick and lethargic, needing a shower immediately.Â
the girl leaves the bathroom light off as she draws a cold shower and steps in right away, drenching herself in the frigid water. she tenses, letting out a sharp exhale, feeling almost immediately soothed.Â
itâs as if the water washes away everything bad from the night. she meditatively goes through her routine, cleaning herself. cleaning away everything that happened tonight. cleaning away the man who touched her on the dancefloor, outside of the club.Â
the shame and embarrassment that begins to seep in as the alcohol wears off doesnât wash away as easily. she needs to apologize, she knows that.
the girl dries herself off and wraps her hair in a towel as she walks back to her room, feeling more of a pep in her step following the refreshing shower. she bends down to pick up the strung out clothing she left behind, feeling like she was going crazy because her underwear was nowhere to be found. it would just have to wait until tomorrow, she supposes.Â
sheâs moisturized and laying in bed, trying to fall asleep. tossing and turning. taking a deep breath. softening her face, muscles. thinking of nice things.
drifting off. mind flashing back to the man grabbing her and slamming her against the brick wall. thinking of what wouldâve happened had carmy not come to her rescue.Â
her eyes snap open. she sharply inhales and sits up, hanging her legs over the side of the bed. it was going to be impossible to get sleep like this, heart beating way too fast to try and relax.Â
she just wants to feel safe.Â
without a second thought, she stands and begins walking to carmyâs room.Â
she knows heâs pissed off at her. knows heâll probably tell her to get out. even so, sheâs so desperate to get some sleep. so desperate to ease the anxiety that had been festering inside of her all night.Â
his door is closed, and she hesitates for a moment before twisting the knob and slipping inside.Â
itâs darkâthe curtains drawn when they usually arenât. he lay shirtless on his side, facing away from the door, clutching a pillow in his arms.Â
the girl peels back his sheets and slowly slips into bed, resting her head on the soft pillow. she stays there for a moment before scooting closer and laying her face against his back. heâs so warm, and his skin smells safe. her eyes fall shut. she feels him shift.Â
carmen wakes up unexpectedly to the feeling of warmth behind him. he knows itâs her without having to look. when she had noisily stumbled upstairs and into the shower, he went to go check on herâalmost knocked on the bathroom door, but refrained once he heard soft cries from within.Â
he feels her face nuzzle into his back, and he reaches his arm back behind him, wanting to feel where she lay. he touches her hip.
âhi,â she greets softly.Â
âhey,â he returns, voice raspy, âyâcanât sleep?âÂ
she scoots closer to him, hand splaying over his back.Â
âjust a little⌠freaked out stillâŚâ she whispers. her tone wobbles.Â
he shifts at this, and turns around to face her silently. in the low light she can make out the worried furrow of his brows.
she feels guilty for being the subject of his worry.Â
âiâm sorry,â the girl confesses, biting back tears.Â
carmenâs brows crease further at her apology, immediately wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his chest. she tucks her face into his neck, shutting her eyes tightly, smelling his skin.Â
âyâgot nothing to be sorry for,â he plants a kiss atop her head, âwasnât your fault.âÂ
âit was my fault,â her voice breaks, âshouldâve listened to you,â her arms come around his neck, and she presses her body flush with his.Â
âit wasnât,â he asserts, âthat guy was a fuckinâ creep.â his tone is hushed. his arms wrap around her as if heâs scared of losing her.Â
âare you still mad at me?â she asks. her breath tickles his neck.Â
âi wasnât mad,â he admits, âjust scared.âÂ
âme too,â matching his hushed tone. âthank you carm,â she whispers, pressing a kiss below his ear, âfeel so safe with you.â she shuffles closer, pelvis pressing against his.Â
âyou are,â he buries his nose in her hair, âalways.â hiking her leg over his hip to bring her closer.Â
the girl kisses his neck again. and again. pulls him in closer. his smell is completely addicting, and with the angle of her leg she can feel his erection growing against her core. she hopes he canât feel the wetness that begins to form beneath her shorts.Â
his big palm spreads over her ass and squeezes, desperate to hold every inch of her.Â
the girl deeply exhales, bothered by how easily heâs able to rouse her.Â
the man harshly exhales at the repeated feeling of her bites and licks and kisses, holding onto her with an urgent desperation. trying to wrap around her as if he were keeping her from the world.Â
the room becomes hot, and the two shuffle the duvet off.Â
carmen calls her name, trying to break her attention. he wants to apologize. wants to confess his shortcomings. wants to look in her big eyes and tell her heâs not enough and never will be. but she ignores his beckon and continues enthusiastically biting and sucking and kissing, hand pressing against his chest.Â
he forces his eyes to stay open, weight of his bottled apology heavy on his tongue.Â
âhey,â he tries again, voice strained from the pleasure.
âcan you put it in?â she breathes into his neck.
âfuck,â he groans, surprised by her forward request, feeling himself pulse against her wetness.Â
âplease,â she whines, hiking her leg further up onto his hip, trailing her kisses along his jaw, up to his cheek.
he squeezes her ass again, fingers slipping under the fabric of her tiny shorts. her skin was so soft. so hot with arousal.Â
âlet me play with you,â he strains, âget you ready fâme.â
the girl makes a sound of protest, kissing his face more, hand coming to his neck.Â
âmâready,â she whispers earnestly âwanna feel you so bad,â another kiss, âplease, carm.â
he lets out a strained breath and removes his hand from her ass, shoving his boxers down just enough to free his erection. she moves her thigh higher up his hip, and carmen slips his fingers beneath the fabric covering her core, hastily pulling it to the side.
âyeah,â she exhales desperately, edge of her lips touching his, trying to watch him press his cock into her opening.Â
carmen pushes forward, sinking into her tightness. he lets out a groan at the way her wet heat engulfs him. the girl releases a sound of appreciation, her nails indenting the skin of his shoulder.Â
he takes a deep breath and begins slowly rocking his hips, turning his face to catch her lips in a hungry kiss. he greedily swallows her sweet noises, catching the edge of her shirt and bunching it up over her chest, exposing her breasts.
âplease,â she breaks the kiss to plead, not really even knowing what she was asking for.Â
âi know, babyâ he groans in between kisses, âgonna take care of you.â rolling his hips, hiking her leg further up his hip to bury himself to the hilt.Â
she wants to cry at how good it feels, eyes scrunched shut and mouth falling open in pleasure, releasing her first breathy moan.Â
carmy swears he could cum at the sound of it, hand grabbing her ass again, pulling her impossibly closer. his forehead comes to hers and he begins slowly thrusting into her, completely drunk off of her. her smell, her wetness, her whimpers.Â
âyâso fuckinâ cute,â he growls, âcanât get enough of you.â his admission sends a fluttering sensation throughout her chest, arching further into his touch, beginning to hungrily rock her hips to try and match his thrusts.Â
the man grabs her hip, holding her still.Â
âslow down,â he commands softly, catching her lips in a deep kiss, continuing to gently thrust into her.Â
she complies, savoring the sweet, lazy rocking motion as he holds her tightly. it feels far more intimate than what sheâs ever experienced with him, even though the two werenât even fully naked. it was needy and frenetic, yet slow and gentle.Â
carmen buries himself deeper, beginning to thrust up into her at an angle. he kisses her with frenzy, tongue swirling around hers, swallowing each and every noise she makes. the room grows incredibly hot, their skin sticky, each trying to apologize to the other using their bodies.Â
carmy snaps his hips forward, and the girl releases from his lips with a loud cry. her nails dig into his shoulder. itâs so good she feels like crying again.Â
âyâsuch a pretty fuckinâ girl,â he growls, âlove how you feel, yâknow that?âÂ
her droopy eyes meet his. she loves the way it sounds from his mouth. loves everything he does.Â
âiâm all yours carm,â she gasps, savoring the deep, satiating feeling of his thick cock.
âyeah?â he asks breathily, âall mine?â grabbing her ass, pulling her in time with his thrusts.Â
ây-yeah,â she cries, eyes tightly shut, âyours. i love-ah,â sheâs interrupted by a punctuated thrust, losing her words, head falling back, breathing heavily. he feels so good.
âwhat dâyou love?â he asks, leaning forward to kiss her exposed neck, âhuh?âÂ
âlove y-how you make me feel,â she cries.Â
his chest flutters. he bites and kisses the skin of her neck. he wishes she wouldâve said something different.Â
âwhat else, hm?â a kiss, thrusts speeding up, âwhat else dâyou love?âÂ
âlove-fuck, right there,â she whimpers, âi love-ah,â trailing off as if she canât even think straight.Â
carmy smiles into her neck, giving her skin a final bruise before pulling away to catch her lips.Â
âtell me,â he growls, grabbing the side of her thigh and continuing to upwards.Â
her eyes fill with tears. sheâs scared to say it.Â
âi-,â an gasp, âi love you, carm.â she catches his gaze as she says it, and watches how his expression softens. how deeply he looks at her. the man dives into her lips again, kissing her with a ferocity she had yet to ever receive, groaning into her mouth.Â
âfuckinâ made for me,â he growls in between kisses, âlove everything about you,â pulling her leg further up, âperfect fuckinâ girl.â
he rolls over her and lifts her hips up, continuing to thrust into her.Â
the girl wraps her legs around his back accommodatingly, dizzy from his words and the pleasure. she slips her fingers down to circle her swollen clit, feeling as if she teters right on the edge of climax, overcome with a white hot pleasure.Â
âlove you,â she cries, nails scratching down his back, âiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou mâgonna cumâ she babbles. he smiles down at her, almost overwhelmed by a feral need to claim her.Â
the man deliberates throwing caution to the wind and cumming inside of her. he knows she wouldnât mind. he rationalizes the logistics of making her a mom in his frenetic state, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her wet eyes, her open mouth. he decides heâs in love with her. decides he wants her to be his forever. he watches her cum. watches her eyes roll back and her body start shaking. listens to the sweet harmonic moans that spill from her lips.Â
âthere yâgo,â he coaxes, âsuch a good girl,â kissing her swollen lips, âfuckinâ in love with you,â heightening the pace of his thrusts, feeling himself approach the brink of orgasm. he seriously considers cumming inside of her, telling himself he would if she asked. he looks at the girl for confirmation, but sheâs too far gone. he begrudgingly pulls out, shooting thick ropes of cum onto her stomach with a groan, missing her warmth as soon as he leaves.Â
carmy rolls off of her, grabbing her face and pressing a firm kiss onto her cheek, collapsing on the bed for a moment. he feels spent.
the girl pants, trying to catch her breath. carmen nuzzles into her neck, wrapping around her tightly, kissing her tenderly. they bask in the afterglow, cherishing the presence of each other, an encompassing silence following the heavy words exchanged.
sheâs the first to speak. well, complain.Â
âthereâsâŚ.cum all over my stomach.â she rasps. he smiles into her neck.Â
âshower?â
quiet, for a moment.Â
âi canât move.âÂ
he kisses her bruised skin with a lazy smirk and sits up to grab her a washcloth.Â
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when the girl wakes up alone the next morning, her heart drops a bit, finding the bed next to her empty once again. she shuts her eyes immediately, hoping to be swept away by sleep so she could postpone the disappointment.Â
that is, until she hears noises from the kitchen downstairs. and smells the bacon.Â
the girl groggily pushes herself up out of bed, stalking down the hallway. she gets halfway to the stairs before realizing sheâs completely naked, stopping in her tracks, turning to carmyâs open door, eyes falling on a t-shirt on the ground. she quickly grabs it and slips it over her head, then continues to curiously make her way downstairs. soft music comes from the speaker in the kitchen, and she slowly descends the stairs to find carmy deftly working over the stove. the whole house smells incredible.Â
she slips behind him to get to the coffee pot, sliding her hand along his back as she passes.Â
the man turns his head.
âhey,â he watches as she retrieves a mug from the cabinet, graciously taking in the sight of her wearing his shirt.Â
âgood morning,â she smiles, âsmells so good in here.âÂ
as she stretches to get the mug, the hem of the shirt lifts ever so slightly over the curve of her ass. he clears his throat.
ânice shirt,â carmy says, turning back to tend to the bacon.Â
she lets out a soft giggle, pouring her coffee.Â
âyeah?â taking a sip and leaning against the counter, âfigured it would be better than coming down naked.â
his brain stutters for a moment. he turns to catch the smirk on her face.Â
âi, uhâŚ. i dunno about that,â he responds, small smile on his face. she shoves his arm playfully and he breaks into a grin.Â
âno work this morning?â she asks, grateful for the unusual saturday morning presence.Â
âno, i, uhâŚmâtaking a personal day,â he replies, turning the heat of the stove off, âhad some stuff i needed to get done.â
âgood,â she replies with a nod, âyou deserve a day off. i didnât take you for much of a breakfast guy, thoughâ she comments, tilting her head slightly.Â
âiâm not, really,â he plates the bacon over a paper towel, âbut i, uhâŚthought some all american might help with your hangover.âÂ
she feels a pang in her chest, eyes glancing over the assortment of pancakes, eggs, hash browns, and bacon. everything she had told him last night.Â
âcarm,â she whines, âthat is so kind. you didnât have to all of this for me.â
the food looked delectable, plated beautifully and piping hot.Â
âi wanted to.â he begins to pick up the plates.Â
she puts her coffee down and helps him set the table.
when she takes the first bite of her bacon and eggs she practically moans at the taste.Â
âfuck,â she locks eyes with him.Â
âyeah?â he watches her with amusement.
âyeah,â she breathes, nodding, âthatâsâŚwow.âÂ
he canât help but grin, hand coming to rub over his face.Â
âgood?âÂ
âyeah.â she nods, âreally fucking good.â
he feels his skin heat at the way she says it, having no idea why watching her enjoy his food was so deeply satisfying (and maybe just a little arousing).
âtry the pancakes,â he tells her, pushing the syrup closer to her. she nods enthusiastically, slathering the pancakes the maple syrup and taking a big bite.Â
the girl groans, and her head falls into her hand, savoring the taste. she doesnât think sheâs ever had pancakes so good.Â
âi could kiss you right now,â she looks back up at him. he lets out a breath of amusement and his cheeks warm with her praise.
âiâm glad you like it.âÂ
âno, seriously, iâmâŚgoing to kiss you.â she tells him, putting a hand on the table and leaning over it. she grabs his shirt and pulls him in, kissing him firmly.Â
the man lets out a soft groan of surprise, enthusiastically reciprocating. she tastes like maple syrup.Â
when the girl pulls back, he grabs her face and pulls her back in, wanting another sweet taste. itâs better than any pancakes heâs ever made.Â
carmen loosens his grip on her face and she slowly pulls away, pressing a last kiss to his lips before sitting back down. she gives him a mischievous smile and continues eating her breakfast. Â
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âgo sit down,â she tells him, taking the pan from him, âyou already cooked, let me clean up.â
âwe can do it together,â he compromises, âitâll be faster.â
she shakes her head, making a pile of dishes in the sink and turning on the hot water. Â
âno. go sit down and relax,â she demands, beginning to scrub.Â
she feels arms wrap around her waist, feels lips on her neck.Â
âso bossy,â he chides in between kisses, pressing his hips against her backside. she lets out a slow breath, leaning into his touch. her eyes flutter as she feels his hand creep under her shirt, splaying over her stomach. sheâs not wearing anything besides his oversized shirt, and her skin suddenly feels hot from his touch. she arches into him slightly, and he bites her neck. Â
it feels very domestic, fighting over who would clean up the kitchen. it feels domestic wearing his shirt and being pressed up against the counter by him, skin littered with his bruises, lips intertwined with his name.Â
carmy begins to lift the borrowed shirt up, kisses trailing up to her ear, hand coming to squeeze her breast.Â
the girl releases a soft noise, completely distracted by her task of washing dishes. her head falls back against his shoulder, and she leans into his touch.Â
carmen thinks of telling her to strip the shirt off. thinks of hoisting her up onto the counter and eating her out until she cums. touching her until she cries.
he pushes the shirt up further.Â
knock knock knockÂ
they both startle and look to the front door. carmen checks the time, and his heart drops a bit.Â
he pulls away from the girl and runs a hand through his curls.
âwho is it?â she asks him, observing his look of stress.Â
âitâs, uhâŚ.fuck. just wait right here, okay?â his hands fall from his hips and he stalks to the closet by the front door, pulling out a scarf she doesnât recognize.Â
he opens the door halfway, and she hears a familiar womanâs voice greeting him.Â
her face gets hot. her chest feels tight.Â
âclaire,â he greets quietly, thrusting the scarf forward, âhere.â
âugh, thank you, carmy. iâm so forgetful sometimes.âÂ
âno problem. i should, uh-â
âit smells good in there,â claire comments, peaking in.Â
carmen steps back, eyes darting over to his roommate. she stands with her arms crossed, leaning against the counter, staring at him.
âiâm uhâŚcooking breakfast,â he turns back to claire, âso i should probably get back to that. iâll see yo-â
â-i was thinking we could talk?â she cuts him off, âcan i come in?â
âi donât know if thatâsâŚ,â carmen hesitates. he glances to his roommate to find her walking behind him towards the stairs.
claireâs eyes follow the girl, taking in her attire. carmy watches her expression slightly falter.Â
his roommate stalks up the stairs. was walking behind him in plain sight a little petty? maybe. but sheâs sick of carmy never saying exactly what he means. she undoes the hair tie holding together her messy updo, walking to her room.Â
she quickly grabs a change of clothes and rushes into to the bathroom to shower, feeling the overwhelming need to leave the apartment.Â
the front door slams shut, and she hears his steps ascend the stairs.
#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy x reader#carmy berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto smut#carmy berzatto imagine#the bear imagine
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Sleeping with the RE boys + girls (SFW)âĽ
Summary; How the RE boys (Chris and Leon) and girls (Jill and Claire) sleep with their s/o. Warnings; nightmares, insomnia, sleeping issues
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Jill Valentine
Jill hides how sleep deprived she really is well, she hasn't had a genuine good nights sleep since before that night in the Spencer mansion. More often than not you'll be gently shaking her awake at her desk to guide her into bed for the night. Her sleep is plagued with nightmares and she clings to you tightly through the night, seeking you out both for comfort and to reassure herself that your still with her. Sometimes her whimpering and crying in her sleep will wake you up, but you never tell her when it happens-- you simply wrap your arms around her and run your fingers through her hair, whispering comforting words into her ear until she settles down for the night.
Chris Redfield
Chris has a rigid sleep schedule that he follows religiously and never strays from, no excuses. Shower at 9pm, in bed by 9:30pm and asleep for 10pm-- wake up at 5am the next morning. During the night his burly arms will slowly creep around you, pulling you into his chest and burying his face into the back of your neck. He doesn't snore but you can feel a deep rumbling in his chest as he softly murmurs in his sleep. He's like a bear, holding you and keeping you warm and safe through the night. He has nightmares occasionally but tends to sleep through them, his grip around you tightening, like he's protecting you from the monsters in his dreams.

Claire Redfield
Claire is a cuddlebug and practically koala-bears herself to you at bedtime, watching a TV show or scrolling through yours phone and talking until sleep takes you both. She snores, and will deny it vehemently, and tends to toss and turn-- whining and grumbling to herself as she twists herself into a pretzel, getting tangled in the bedding as she cuddles into you. Sometimes she sleepwalks, usually only when she's stressed though, and will lumber around the apartment until she either comes back to bed on her own or crashes on the couch. If you wake up to her sleepwalking, she'll ramble incoherently to you as you gently coax her back into bed.
Leon Kennedy
Leon has to be exhausted to get a decent nights sleep so he usually goes for a late night run to clear his mind and tire himself out. By the time he's back and showered you are already half asleep in bed. He's a big guy but he's easily able to slip into bed beside you without jostling you too much and drapes one of his muscular arms over your waist and presses a kiss to your shoulder. It's late and he's tired, he has work early in the morning, but it'll still take him a while to fall asleep-- and when he does he's restless, nuzzling into you and loosening and tightening his arms around you, furrowing his brow as his dreams are infested by horrible memories. He talks in his sleep, usually quite clearly too, and you have sworn yourself to secrecy that you'll never repeat any of it. Sometimes he repeats past conversations, or say your name and tell you he loves you, or he'll just quietly ramble about whatever has been on his mind lately. He rarely wakes up during the night but when he does he's careful not to wake you as well.
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#resident evil x reader#jill valentine x reader#chris redfield x reader#claire redfield x reader#leon kennedy x reader#re x reader#resident evil imagines
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DI Leon Kennedy X Bunny! Male Reader
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Authors note: The horny police came for me. Also expect a lot of hybrid shots.
Summary: Leon is in need of a vacation and wants to spend more time with his bunny boyfriend, perhaps start his vacation with some welcome home sex?
Warnings: Fluff, backstory, mentions of Jill and Carlos, death island spoilers-ish, NSFW, MDNI 18+ only, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, collars, mentions of heats, sensual sex, Leonâs a tease, more romantically sex then rough, reader is a hybrid rabbit, rabbit traits, bunny ears and tail.
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Leon wasnât kidding when he said that he needed a vacation.
After the events of Alcatraz and going against Maria and Dylan, Leon knew that he needed a break from everything to at least get some time on his own before Hunnigan finds him another mission to take.
Once they were picked up from the island and flown back out, he returned back home with the rest of the others, making it to the airport in one piece as the all board off. Leon had already told Hunnigan that the minute he lands home he wonât be accepting any missions since his vacation starts now. Jill had reunited with Carlos an ex-umbrella agent whoâs sheâs been seeing for awhile now, while Chris and Claire had each other.
Leon didnât really expect anyone to wait for him at the airport since he actually never told anyone that he would be home early. Before he could leave heâs invited out for some drinks by Jill, waving him over while the others wait for him only for him to turn down their offer.
âLeon S. Kennedy turning down a drink?â Said Chris while chuckling, âAre you still infected?â
Leon shakes his head with a laugh. âNo infected, Rebecca cleared me up.â He responds back, holding his duffel bag in his left hand while he slows walks backwards and away from the others. âBesides, Iâve got somewhere to be.â He adds on, eager to get home while he gives everyone a smile, leaving them all confused and asking themselves why Leon was so eager to leave.
No one would have thought that Leon had a partner waiting for him back at home. After everything that heâs been through, no one would think that he would find someone that he would settle down with or perhaps devote his time too due to him being busy with the work and the amount of things that he goes through a daily bases.
After the events in China, Leon had given up on chasing after Ada, chasing after someone who he knew he couldnât have and finally made the choice to move on with someone who he could actually have a possible future with. Imagine his surprise when he ends up finding a special experiment during one of his missions.
He was assigned to locate an old lab that belonged to umbrella searching for classified information that could help them for any future bio weapons that they were to stumble upon only to find a special experiment locked away in the deeps of the lab. Leon didnât expect himself to find someone there alive still, but when he took a good look at the lab he noticed how recent the technology was used and the different types of medicine and chemicals that were used.
He had reports back to Hunnigan, letting her know that the lab he was assigned to search was still being used and had found someone still alive. He thought he had stumbled upon another dangerous bio weapon only to find a man with animal characteristics chained up to a wall, looking very malnourished and thin. What caught Leonâs attention was the pair of rabbit ears on his head along with a tail that peaked out from underneath his shirt and pants that he wore.
Leon had freed him that day and took him back to base where Rebecca exams the man and get further medical attention. Both Hunnigan and Leon were able to search through the files under the lab and found various files under the name Project Zero giving them further information about the hybrid that lied asleep in their own lab. Turns out that the man wasnât entirely human since he was first found but a rare hybrid that hid from society, taken from his home at a young age only to be experimented on for who knows how long.
They kept the hybrid a secret in order to keep him safe until they found out more about his species and where he came from. When the hybrid first woke up he was in shock and panic, destroying the lab and fighting back whenever someone approached him. Leon had stepped in to help only to be caught by surprise when the hybrid jumped into his arms, holding onto him tightly and not letting go. The agent himself was in shock by the sudden move.
It wasnât until later that he finds out that the hybrid felt safer around him since he remembers him rescuing him from the lab and taking him out of that awful place. Rebecca was able to check up on the hybrid without any issues due to Leons presence in the room and from then on it took time for them to find out more about the hybrid and finally getting him to talk and to give them his name.
Y/n was able to tell them everything from the time he was take to the time that he was rescued by Leon. He was very young when he was taken along with his family. Being experimented on and losing everyone but himself, due to him being the youngest the scientist kept him alive the longest in order to see how he grew and developed with time.
Even though Y/n was able to tell them very little he still held a fear of being used by them and closed up every few days. They knew that they couldnât keep the hybrid locked inside a lab forever, triggering his traumas whenever he was around the room it wasnât until Leon volunteered to take care of him, getting Hunnigan to find him a secluded area for the both of them in order to grant the rabbit a bit of freedom without society knowing about him just yet.
When Hunnigan found them a place to stay for both Leon and Y/n for the time being until they were able to figure out more about his species and with the time that Leon and Y/nâs spent alone in the cabin he was able to find out more about the hybrid, reporting back to Hunigan and letting her be know that Y/n reacted in the same manner as a rabbit.
He had a great sense of smell, hearing, very calm and of course, faster than Leon whenever they went on runs together. His ears were sensitive to him along with his tail, having to cut holes in all of the clothes that Leon got for him. He also discovered that even though Y/n was a rabbit he was able to tolerate meat and not always relied on vegetables only eating small amounts of it before focusing back on something he can eat without any problems.
The one things that Leon never reported back to Hunnigan due to embarrassment was Y/nâs heat.
It started off with Leonâs shirts going missing, surprising the man whenever he opened his drawer or closet only to notice the shortage of clothes. He ignored it at first and simply bought himself more clothes.
The next was how much the rabbit was eating, finishing his plate rather quickly and getting seconds without needing to ask. Leon told himself that he was perhaps getting adjusted to getting proper meals again due to the amount of time he was locked away and fed very little.
The breaking point was when he noticed how close and affectionate Y/n was being towards him. He was either leaning in close to him whenever they would watch a movie together or would find the rabbit in his bed the next morning, curled up to his side without a care. Thatâs when Leon looked into his behavior only to find out that it all pointed towards the hybrids heat, knowing that its something that rabbit have all year round, but for Y/n it was only every few months.
Leon never reported back to Hunnigan the things he did that night with the hybrid the way he sounded and the way that Y/nâs back would arch whenever Leon fucked into him. The agent knew that he should have said something, but didnât.
Ever since then the two have grown closer, deepening the bond that he had with Y/n until he was finally off the hook.
The Hybrid stayed with Leon after 3 years the two have gotten closer than ever and knew each other like the back of the hand. Leon needed someone that he could talk too that he can come home too whenever he completed a mission instead of coming home to an empty house full of silence.
When Leon arrived home from the airport and stepped inside his home heâs greeted by a faint smell of his favorite food being cooked along with some music playing. His lips twitch into a faint smile as he sets his bag down and closed the door behind him and makes his way towards the kitchen where he finds his little bunny cooking.
Heâs humming along with the music while stirring the pot the smell of various different spices that heâs cooking blinding his sense that he doesnât notice the familiar scent that belonged to Leon until his floppy ears perked up when he hears the sound of his familiar heartbeat causing him to turn around in surprise.
âLeon!â
He turns the heat down and rushed over to Leon, hugging the man and smiling widely as Leon returns the gesture and chuckled. âIâm backâŚâ He breaths out tiredly, clearly jet lagged from the long flight back home.
âYou said you wouldnât be back until next week.â
Leon chuckled. âI finished earlier than I thought.â His fingers brushed against Y/nâs check, holding him close before leaning down to capture his lips into a soft kiss when the kiss is returned he doesnât stop himself to deepen it. Y/n can feel Leonâs hand trail down his back and pull him closer he tries to break away from the kiss, but Leon keeps leaning in. âLeon..the foodâŚâ heâs able to breath out between kisses only for Leon to guide them towards the stove, reaching over to turn the knob off.
âFood can wait.â Leon finally says then went on to remove his jacket and Y/n swore he was salivating at the sight of the manâs broad shoulders and biceps now out in better view. His shirt clung well to his form and made his waist look smaller and his torso bigger and god, Y/n was about to hyperventilate. âMissed you while I was gone, missed the way you feel against me.â Leon had mumbled out, lips hovering over his as he guides him towards the living room, hands on his hips while he walks them over.
âFinally got that vacation, told Hunnigan that if she needs someone for a job she will have to bother someone else.â
Y/n whimpered, unsure what to do or say next. âYâyouâwe-â
The man pounced.
Leonâs arm shot out to pin him against the large couch, getting the hybrid to gasp in surprise by his sudden strength. His ears falling back against his head while he stares up at Leon who towered over him. His skin on fire, with his back pressed straight against the couch underneath him and his insides burning for anything to happen. He could already feel his thoughts officially turn to mush and his instincts just come alive with want, please, want, want, want.
Y/n hadnât been aware he would be so desperate for something like this after Leonâs return. Heâs handled longer missions and never felt such way until now. His head was light, almost to the point of dizzy, as he found himself looking up at Leon. âLook at you, baby. Youâre so ready for me. Youâve been starving for this for some time, hm?â
âY-Yes.â Y/n groaned, face growing hot in embarrassment as Leon got closer to him, one large hand reaching down to his thighs. Leon can only smirk, leaning down close in order to continue teasing his rabbit. âEager I see, want me to fuck you?â Y/n could moan like a dying man, âYes.â He can feel Leonâs hands trailing down his legs, eyes roaming down his body.
The agent can only chuckle by Y/nâs squirming, knowing how much he missed and craved for the hybrid as he slips his hand underneath his shirt, fingers exploring his chest and stomach until his thumb grazed over his nipple. âIâm going to make you feel good, back blowing--â
âLeon!â Y/n whines out in desperation.
Leon chuckled and blew against his ear, âLet me finish, baby.â
Y/n was about to cry.
âIâm going to make sure that our neighbors are able to hear you from here, let them know that you are all mine and how much I missed the tight little hole of yours.â Leons hand founds its way between the hybrids legs, cupping him over the shorts he wore while his middle finger stroked over his entrance.
âP-Please.â Y/n whimpers out while fighting back a moan from escaping past his lips. âYouâre cute when you beg.â Said Leon and the hybrid is quick to know what he wants, knowing that he wonât do anything until he hears him beg for it.
âPleaseâŚj-just fuck me. Please. Fuck me. God, Leon, please, please. Want you. Please!â He could paw at Leons pants if he didnât feel like it would be too much effort to try and move. âOk, baby, whatever you want.â And then he gripped Y/n and hoisted him up pressing himself against him. âLegs around me. Now.â Y/n scrambled to do so, wrapping them around the manâs waist, and whined.
Instantly, Leon started to move. He gave a few experimental grinds between Y/nâs legs and the hybrid nearly shrieked with joy. Then the sinful mouth found its way to Y/nâs neck and without any sort of timidness or pause latched on to it. Leon nibbled and sucked to the point Y/n knew it would leave a bruise and nearly orgasmed right then from the thought. Y/nâs fingers found their way into Leonâs hair, tugging on them and is rewarded with a bite.
âFuck, been waiting to have a taste of you ever since I got back.â Leon gave him another bite on the neck before he lapped at it with his jaw. âHow about we remind our neighbors your pretty sounds, hmm? I want to hear my name spilling from your pretty lips more but letâs just hear how good it sounds.â
Y/n broke out into a drawn-out whine as Leon positioned himself to angle right up against Y/nâs short covered cock and began to slowly, but with more authority, thrust up against it.
âSay my name.â Leon ordered.
âLâLeon.â Y/n fumbled out and gave out another cry when that earned an even harder thrust. Leon moaned out. His voice sounded like sin. âNow, lets get started on getting you filled up.â Y/nâs face grows bright red. âGonna stretch this pretty hole of yours and make sure that my cock is the only one you need.â
Y/n released a broke, high-pitched whine that dissolved into a moan which caused Leon to start rutting against him, grinding as if they were in some filthy club, and Y/n did his best to keep up but he felt himself just losing his mind. It was like he was floating away and getting drunk. Leonâs mouth and attention was actually making him go insane and he couldnât help but love it.
He wanted more.
The two kissed like they didnât have enough time together, tongues battling against each other, lost in the moment while Leon works on getting the hybrid undressed. Finally getting rid of the shirt he wore and quickly fumbling with the shorts he wore. Y/n moans when he feels the cool air once Leon removes his shorts along with his boxers and Leon smiled and went back to kiss over his face, trailing down his neck, to his chest.
He licked at a nipple and growled when his hybrid lover gave a gasp. His fingers trailed up and down his side, tickling over his chest and hips.Leon went back up to the hybrids chin and began to nibble, it was one of his favorite places on his lover, and smiled to himself when he earned another little rush of air. It was adorable.
With another nip he pulled back, smirking to himself when he gave off a little whine, trying to reach out to him in desperation. âHold on, impatient little thing.â
Leon was quick to remove the blue shirt he wore. He started to unbuckle his belt when he heard another little noise. Staring down, he smirked when he saw those eyes looking at his bare chest with clear want and hunger. âYouâre staringâŚyou canât hide anything can you?â Y/nâs eyes snapped back up to him in embarrassment.
Leon chuckled, âYou have nothing to be ashamed about. I like it when you stare.â When Y/n avoids his look he smiles with amusement and leaned down to kiss him again, barely able to resist the skin. âA-AhâŚâ Y/n whimpered and Leon paused a moment over the hybrids collarbone but then trailed up to the neck again, lips playing over the collar. âBaby,â Leon began to push his pants off, groaning when they came in contact with each other completely bare and with a whimper, Y/nâs clenched his eyes shut, trying to catch his breath.
Y/n bites his lip when he felt Leons harden cock graze against him and tried to keep his breathing under control. The man was large, probably larger than Y/n ever handled before, and he simultaneously felt excited. With a noise that sounded like a squeak, Y/nâs body arched slightly as those larger hands wrapped around him and pressed against his back, smoothing down till they grabbed his backside and squeezed and pushed the cheeks apart. Y/n released a silent choking sound, surprised at the aggressive grip, eyes wide towards Leon. âOh, gods.â He moans out.
Leon doesnât need to prep him due to how wet he already is and easily slides inside, earning a chocked out moan. It takes Y/n a few minutes to adjust to Leonâs size again after not doing it for some time before he finally grows comfortable and gives him a nod to move. Leon doesnât need to be told twice as he began to move his hips, leaning down to capture his lovers lips into a kiss.
Y/n meets him thrust after thrust, finally breaking their kiss when heâs doing little more than gasping and panting and moaning Leonâs name over and over and over again into his mouth. Leons eyes begin to burn, heâs so overwhelmed and frantic and on fire that heâs not sure how much longer he can last. He ducks his chin to press his lips to Y/nâs flushed chest, before Y/n curses and drags Leons mouth back to his.
âI love you,â Leon breathes when he canât take it anymore - his blood is searing through his veins like lava, heâs surrounded by Y/n in breathtaking ways he never could have hoped to be. On top of it all, amongst their slapping skin and gasps and moans. He rests their foreheads together, bringing a trembling hand up to Y/nâs face and pressing his thumb against Y/nâs cheek. Y/n swipes his tongue against his swollen, kiss-bitten red lips and flutters his eyelashes Y/n rolls his hips on Leonâs cock only once more before heâs coming, too, impossibly tighter around Leon while heâs still riding his own high. It draws a long, satisfied moan from deep in Leonâs chest that has him wondering how soon he could go again, or how quickly he could coax Y/n to hardness again.
âI love you, too,â Y/n breathes against Leonâs lips, trembling and panting and sweating. âWelcome home, tooâŚâ
That causes Leon to laugh, hearing the sudden welcome home after everything. âI am home.â Leon breaths out while claiming the hybrids lips into another deep kiss.
#male reader#Leon Kennedy x male reader#rabbit hybrid#Leon Kennedy#Leon Kennedy x hybrid reader#hybrid reader#resident evil#resident evil x male reader#death island Leon Kennedy#DI leon Kennedy x male reader#Leon Kennedy x reader#kinktober
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first kiss (resident evil women headcanons)
did the boys so you know i gotta do a girls đ. includes; jill valentine, claire redfield, rebecca chambers, ada wong, and sheva alomar. not proofread.
jill valentine:
she's very nervous
she does initiate tho
immediately goes back for more kisses
she's so handsy
jills just madly in love with you
you're in the break room. jill, your current girlfriend, is taking a break with you. it's already been a long day but at least your darling girlfriend is there to keep you company. the two of you are still early into this relationship but it's been nothing but amazing.
as the two of you chat over a cup of coffee you realize you've been in there for awhile. as you wrap it up in the conversation, jill's hands sit on your waist which isn't unusual however she goes a step further as she pulls you for a kiss.
claire redfield:
it's a soft kiss and the moment felt perfect. she pulls away mumbling a goodbye before she winks at you and heads back to work.
you can tell she wants to go in for a kiss
she's especially clingy
however you have to intiate
she just melts into your touch
claire's also handsy
you and claire had just gotten back from an exhilarated motorcycle ride. it's one of your favorite activities claire had gotten you into. she had brought you on a ride for the first time a few months ago early into your relationship.
the two of you are rushing into the house as some unexpected rain cut your date short. the two of you are giggling as you get past the front door, completely drenched from the rain.
rebecca chambers:
as the two of you change into dry clothes claire finds herself staring at you, you catch her smiling at her. you can tell what she wants as her eyes are fixed on your lips. you smile and pull her in, as your lips capture hers she melts into you. her hands are all over you before you pull away and the two of you smile.
she makes sure you're comfortable with everything
she asks you to kiss her
you comply ofc bc who are you to say no to rebecca
especially bc she's looking up at you with puppy eyes
you fold everytime
rebecca and you are sitting in your bedroom as you help redress her wounds from a rough mission, only a few months into your relationship and you had an understanding of the difficulties that came with rebecca's job.
she's relaxed in your touch as you finish it up and she moves to face you. she's looking at you, her big doe eyes give you butterflies in your stomach.
ada wong:
"can you kiss me?" she asks out softly. you look at her, face flushed before nodding. you gently cup her face and hesitantly kiss her. her lips are soft and you can taste her chapstick. it feels like fireworks are going off around you.
she definitely goes in for the kiss first
she's been flirting with you for so long
and when you look at ada all blushy she just goes for it
smirking into the kiss the entire time
first kiss is passionate but its followed by a peck
the two of you are at a bar, ada's eyes were on you as you rambled on about your day. your incredibly beautiful girlfriend was keeping men away from the two of you with a harsh glare the moment they approached either of you.
so many had been approaching you and ada was starting to feel irritated. she's so clearly flirting with you and yet everyone around you seems oblivious to that fact that you are hers.
sheva alomar:
as she notices another guy eyeing you from across the bar, she pulls you close. her hands gripping your chin, titling your head so your lips meet her perfectly. the kiss is filled with passion as she pulls away a string of saliva. she pecks your lips again before her gaze lands on the clearly frustrated man.
she kisses you in the heat of the moment
its her telling you i love you
sheva is a gentle yet passionate lover
her hands are cupping your face pulling you in
she's so in love with you
the two of you are on a mission, you and sheva have been nothing but professional the entire time. the two of you made a deal not to let your personal relationship get in the way of your work when you began dating a few months ago.
it was difficult for the two of you and chris had even picked up on the tension. as the mission continued you on, your gaze would linger on her and hers would do the same to you.
when you find a moment to catch your breath, chris moves on ahead of you to give you and sheva a moment. she walks with you before she can't take it anymore and her lips are on yours. her hands cup your face as she keeps you close. your heart is jumping around at her actions.
#resident evil#resident evil x reader#resident evil headcanons#jill valentine#jill valentine x reader#jill valentine headcanons#claire redfield#claire redfield x reader#claire redfield headcanons#rebecca chambers#rebecca chambers x reader#rebecca chambers headcanons#ada wong#ada wong x reader#ada wong headcanons#sheva alomar#sheva alomar x reader#sheva alomar headcanons#me when im gay#i love women
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A Message, A Maze, A Mask... {Ghostface!Leon x Reader} 1/6
Content Warning: This chapter contains themes of stalking, unwanted messages, and implied threats that may be unsettling to some readers. It also features horror elements, suspense, and mentions of past violent incidents.
As always, Reader discretion is advised.
Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, laying on her bed. The soft beats of music floated around her in the background as she perused a magazine with half interest. A message chimes on her phone in a group chat between Y/N, Claire and Jill, nicknamed âWho has the Braincell?â
Claire-Bear: Y/N! Clear plans! Weâre going a town over for a hayride! Jilly-Bean: And a horror themed corn maze. And fried food.
Y/N smiled at her friendâs enthusiasm and picked up her phone to text back.Â
Y/N: Yeah? Bringin the guys? Jilly-Bean: Which ones? Is it a dealbreaker for whether or not you go? Y/N: Dunno. Iâll answer when I have a guest list. :p Claire-Bear: Chris is working, might get off early to come. Carlos is sick. Leon is unknown. Luis is out of town. Y/N: Mmmmmmmm⌠Claire-bear: Ohhhh câmooooooon! Jilly-Bean: Iâll buy you your first elephant ear. Y/N: Deal. Claire-Bear: Yaaaaay!!! Pick you up in 30.
Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes, putting her phone down as she turned her attention to her closet.
What to wear, What to wearâŚ
As she picked up her phone to text the group chat if they were dressing up, she noticed a new notification from an unknown number.Â
???: Picking out what to wear? ???: That little burgundy leather skirt is always cute.
Um. Ok weirdâŚÂ
Y/N: Tf? Who is this lol ???: Youâll find out soon enough⌠Y/N: Lame. Super lame. Luis, if youâre just fuckin with me⌠???: Not Luis, princess. ???: Luis is in Spain. Isnât he?
Y/N rolls her eyes once more and scoffs. âSo one of those fuckers wanna mess with me⌠Iâll just ignore it. Theyâll joke about it tomorrow or whatever, and Iâll know who the guilty party is then.â
With a shrug she tosses her phone down and turns back to the closet. Plucking a black knitted sweater from the hangers, her gaze lingers to the burgundy skirt mentioned by the unknown number. Pushing her lips to the side, she pulls the skirt down from the closet as well.Â
???: Very good choice. ???: Canât wait to see it on you tonight.
Ok. Thatâs just creepy. She scowls at the screen and starts to type back.
Y/N: ⌠Creep. Iâm blocking this number now. Byeeee~
And she does just that. Blocks the mysterious number and goes about getting ready for the little outing with her friends.
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Claire and Jill arrive to pick up Y/N in Chrisâ black jeep. âSoooo Chris super isnât coming. He got home from work and looked like hell, so heâs gonna relax for the night with Leon.â Claire chirps as Y/N slides into the back seat. âThatâs a shame. I was so excited to hear him scream like a little girlâŚâ Jill muses and rests her arm against the window of the door. Thereâs a soft ripple of laughter in the car before Y/N speaks up. âTheyâll probably just watch football and drink that cheap beer they like.â Thereâs a collective shudder at the memory of the stuff. âWell, it doesn't matter. We can just make it a girls night! Hey, Y/N, arenât your parents out of town? We can do a sleepover at yours~â Claire sing-songs.Â
âClaire, we donât have a change of clothes⌠And I need my work shirt for tomorrow.â
âYyyyyyeah, and I need to clean up a bit before I have you guys over⌠But Iâd love t-â
âOh you two are so closed minded!! After our little⌠Excursion, Jill and I can run to our places and get our clothes while you can clean up your house a bit and then weâll pop over. Itâs Halloweekend!! Stop being a bunch of spoilsports!!â Claireâs using the tone she reserves for when sheâs really, really determined about something⌠It causes Y/N and Jill to realize they aren't going to win this oneâŚ
â⌠If Y/Nâs good with it, Iâm good with it.â Jill surmises and tosses a glance back to the aforementioned woman. Y/N shrugs and smiles.Â
âWell then, I guess Iâm having guests!âÂ
For the rest of the drive, Claire chatters incessantly about picking up wine, stopping at a Redbox and picking up snacks. Itâs just background noise to Y/N as she stares out the window.Â
Her phone buzzes and she turns it over to look at the screen.
???: Have fun in the maze. I just canât wait to see you, Princess.
Her lips curl into a frown.Â
âWhat the fuckâŚ?â She murmurs and Jill picks it up, turning her head.Â
âWhatâs up, Princess?â Jill asks casually. Y/Nâs head snaps up.Â
âAh, shit sorry⌠Iâve been getting these texts from this unknown number lately and theyâve been weird. Stalker-y.â She says and hands Jill her phone.Â
âI blocked a number earlier, but they reached out from a new number. Itâs just creepy.â Jill takes a moment to read over the texts and scowls as well.Â
âYeeeeeeaaaaaah⌠Y/N, this is something you need to bring up. Theyâre almost like-â Claire, who was reading over Jillâs shoulder sporadically, finishes Jillâs sentence.Â
âAlmost like the texts the victims last year gotâŚâ
The car falls into a lull of uncomfortable silence.Â
â⌠But that was a whole county overâŚâ Claire breaks the silence.Â
âAnd they caught the guy⌠Jack something⌠Kristoff?? Kreuger? Brauser?â Jill adds, feigning confidence in her own words.Â
ââŚMaybe⌠Maybe itâs just a sick prank?â Y/N offers with a shrug.Â
âLike one of the guys messing with me. Trying to get a rise out of me, yâknow?â
The trio shift in their seats, the raised anxiety palpable.Â
âNonetheless... Keep an eye on them... If you need to tell anyone, tell Chris. Heâs a cop, remember?â Jill pipes up and hands Y/N her phone back. Silence falls over the group one more time before Claire lets out a sharp sigh and puts on a smile.Â
âHey! Why donât we let it lie for now. Itâs girls night!! We should be excited. We shouldn't be allowing some creep to ruin the vibe!â She chirps. The other two occupants of the car nod and attempt to push off the nervous air that surrounded them.Â
âYeah! Itâs our night! Fuck that guy!!â Jill agrees. Y/N can only nod along and take a silent, deep breathâŚÂ
Hoping that this will all blow over soonâŚ
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The black jeep crunches on the gravel of the parking area. Swaths of people ranging in ages mill about and chatter amongst themselves. Claire, Jill and Y/N all step out of the car and look around. There are food trucks and little wooden produce stalls scattered about in an organized chaos, but positioned in a way that they catch the attention of guests coming in from their cars or leaving the activities for the evening. The smell of fried food is heavy in the air and Y/N canât help but salivate a little. She turns to Jill.Â
âYou better make good on that offer to pay for the elephant ear.â She says with a playful sternness, accompanied with an accusatory point of a finger. Jill just laughs and nods.Â
âI will, I will. I know thatâs the only reason you came out tonightâŚâ As the trio walk deeper into the site, they see the various offered excursions. Off to the left is a hand painted, wooden sign advertising a hayride and another indicating the childrenâs corn maze. On the left, roped off with bright red, nylon rope, is a decorated set piece for the larger, horror-centric maze. Claire grabs both Jill and Y/Nâs arms and practically drags them to the hayride, babbling on about how excited she is and how much she loved these rides as a little girl.Â
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As the wagon continues to bump along the predetermined path, the driver drones on about the property, how big it is, and how the county came to possess the land, turning it into a spectacle that benefits the towns nearby with a family event. While Claire is listening with stars in her eyes, Jill looks like sheâs about to fall asleep. Y/N, on the other hand, is more so focused on the seemingly endless rows of corn they are passing. She assumes that sheâs looking at the childrenâs maze until a scream rings out and a flash of a dirty yellow apron weaves in and out of the tall stalks.
Nope. Not the family maze. Not at all.Â
The scream is followed up with laughter and chatter among the group of adolescents that went in together, accompanied by the sounds of revving chainsaws.
âAnd to our right is our favourite part of this little shebangâour corn maze! A bit of history for y'all; Each year we choose a different theme to decorate the maze. Last year it was Camp Crystal Lake and Friday the 13th, this year itâs Texas Chainsaw Massacre! So you can expect to see our actors dressed up as the cannibalistic Sawyer family and ready to serve you up for dinner!â The guide guffaws and shakes his head.Â
âEach set of guests enter the maze on time sets of an hour and a half, so we should be gearing up to begin the next one a couple minutes after we return to our starting point!â He continues, but the words fall on deaf ears to Y/N. She just stares into the tall, browning stalks as they continue around the fenced perimeter of the corn maze. Shrieks, revving and laughter ring out from guests who are chased deeper and deeper into the maze by actors. A flash of black brushes through the stems and Y/N furrows her eyebrows. âWeird⌠Who from Texas Chainsaw wore blackâŚ?â She muses to herself, getting lost in thought as she racks her brain for the list of antagonists from the films.Â
âHey, Jill, can you send the pics of us all together to the group chat? I wanna see which one I want to post.â Claire whispers. That catches Y/Nâs attention and she pushes aside the recollection for now.Â
âYeah, Iâd love to see them too. For our album, yâknow?â She adds with a grin. Jill jostles awake and lets out a murmur before pulling her phone out and tapping away at the screen. Y/N just turns her gaze back to the maze as her phone buzzes in her pocket. Her grin still on her face, she looks downâŚ
And pales.Â
Itâs not the photos of the three of them sitting in the wagon, waiting for the hayride to startâŚ
Itâs a photo of her, looking into the corn maze⌠Just now
Taken from among the stalksâŚ
Another buzz.
This time a text to accompany the photo.
???: Canât wait to see you⌠Princess~
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Author's Note: Aaaaaa! I've been just pumping out work after work lately! I'm loving it! Thank you so much to @shymoob for inspiring me to continue creating as well as beta reading this for me! We're a pair of little goblins >:)
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thinking about how essentially every relationship john locke formed in the early seasons of lost has completely disintegrated by the time of his death.
of course there's his relationship with jack, which starts tense but manageable and culminates in jack pointing a gun at john's head and pulling the trigger. but even his smaller, less narratively prominent relationships either implode or drift apart. he bonds with walt in season one but then walt leaves the island, which is itself a severing of their bond since it was mainly based on being the only two people who wanted to stay. still, he goes and visits walt off the island so this is probably john's most successful relationship. I dont think i need to explain how he fucked up with boone, "the sacrifice that the island demanded." charlie viewed john as a mentor and claimed to trust him more than anyone on the island, but after the events of fire and water, that trust is destroyed and charlie despises him. at the same time we get john bonding with claire and having a pseudo-paternal dynamic with her, but their closeness basically drops off the face of the earth as he gets less and less involved with the other survivors.
his arc in the series is essentially a gradual distancing from everyone around him. it starts when he abandons hunting (providing for the others) in favor of trying to get the hatch open (it's extremely clear his primary motive isn't any survival applications but getting answers to the mystery). when they do open the hatch, he spends more and more time inside, underground, cut off from other people. he spends more and more time interacting with ben, a human mystery box that he's obsessed with cracking even if it gets him killed. he follows the proverbial white rabbit deeper down the hole and leaves his connection to humanity behind. the island and its mysteries become more important to john than anything or anyone else.
then in season three we get him claiming to go undercover with the others only to unceremoniously tell sawyer that he's actually going to join them. and it doesn't feel shocking, it feels inevitable. because john has spent the entire series becoming less and less connected with the people he arrived with. in that sense he actually makes a fascinating foil to juliet, who is introduced as one of the others and yet never really fits, she's increasingly sympathetic and kind in a way the rest of them aren't, her redemption arc feels so natural that she actually starts referring to her old people as "the others" like she's been one of the crash survivors from the beginning. her and john basically have inverse arcs, which is probably accidental but very neat.
in season five john tries to convince everyone to go back to the island, and fails spectacularly. and of course he does, because he was so consumed by obsession that he stopped maintaining his relationships, and in many cases actively alienated people (this is also basically what happened with helen) and now he can't wrap his head around why they're all so hostile to him. i am forever obsessed with the scene where he confronts kate and she brutally calls him out for wanting to return to the island because he doesn't love anyone. it actually struck me on rewatch how well the two of them got along in season one, and how badly their relationship has degraded by this point. john repeatedly casts aside interpersonal relationships in favor of his obsession with destiny, so when said destiny actually involves persuading the people he once shunned, he's at a loss. this is because john treats purpose as a supplement for connection, destiny as an alternative to love.
as an aside, this aspect of john's character kinda ties into my opinion that several lost characters can be read as allegorically neurdivergent under a certain lens. i know this was absolutely not intended, but as an adhd former gifted kid who struggles socially, there is something uncomfortably familiar about a character who allows their relationships to burn around them because of a single-minded obsession, especially as a result of being promised the fickle status of "special."
tl/dr: john locke is a doomed idiot and i love him
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I saw one of your latest fics (PERFECT HONEYđ¤) and I just thought you were a great writer and it was like so cute and soft AAARGH
and then I also saw that you were accepting requests and I couldn't help but get excited, because I had an idea the other day - BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE đ so...
I was thinking about a short story fluff like with re2r Leon, where he still works at the police station but kind of without those traumatizing events YOU KNOW (or idk, you decide) so,,, he already knows Claire, who works in a cozy cafĂŠ near the police station where Leon usually goes on his break,buttt,, a new employee arrived (reader) and became friends with Claire (and kind of attracted Leon's attention đĽ) and idk, she (you decide if you want to use a feminine or neutral pronoun;) could work as a barista or waitress and was kind to Leon, until Leon started going to the cafe more often just to see her (or babbling about how pretty she is with Claire) until he found the courage to ask for her number or talk properly with her and, I don't know, this could end in a date or just Leon being a fool in love with a kind barista or waitress :)
IDK I AM DELULU BUT I KIND OF THOUGHT OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT
so...feel free to ignore this if you found it boring hun ^^ Thank you in advance for reading this thought and if you want to accept the idea ;)đЎđЎ
Sweet Treats | Leon Kennedy x Barista! Fem! Reader



Notes: My first request! I hope you like this, I honestly found this concept so cute, and I love writing for RE2R Leon.
WC: 1.7K
CW: Fluffy Leon, no outbreak, Leon just being a clutz sometimes. Claire being your wingwoman basically and getting you both together. Mention of Y/N like once.
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After his first week in the RPD, Leon managed to get himself to work early enough to not get a lecture from Lieutenant Branagh. Soon enough, he met Chris Redfield who worked for S.T.A.R.S. Which quickly led to Chris taking him to a nearby cafĂŠ where his sister worked. Claire was a sweet girl, Leon and her slowly opened up to each other after a few days. Promptly, he became a regular customer. Getting the same raspberry and white chocolate muffin alongside a vanilla latte. Today was no different, Leon entering the cafĂŠ - however, he didn't see Claire at the counter. But you.
Leon couldn't help but think you were the prettiest girl he had seen. Trying to avert his eyes from your face he felt his legs subconsciously walk over to where Claire was sweeping the floor. "Morning Claire... New employee?" He mumbled as he nodded his head over to your direction. "Yeah! She came in yesterday. Super sweet." She laughed, taking out the tea towel as she wiped down the coffee table. "You don't have to be scared Leon." Claire couldn't help but snicker as she stared at Leon mentally psyching himself up to not fuck up his order. "I'm not scared.." He yipped back, before walking up to the counter.
Your hands slowly wrapped around the mug handle as you polished the inside of it, oblivious to the man in front of you. A quiet tap of the bell seized your attention, looking up to see a dark blonde haired man staring at your movements. "Oh! Sorry, hold on I'll only be a minute." You frantically rush back to the mug stack, gently placed it on top before returning to the stranger. "Sorry about that, what can I get you?" A bright smile is plastered on your face as you tap onto the half broken machine, trying to input your worker code. "Uh.. please could I get the raspberry white chocolate muffin and a vanilla latte?" Leon asked, fumbling with his thumbs below the counter. Thank fuck he didn't mess up his sentence. His hands slowly travelled to his face as he swept the hair out of his eyes, maybe he really should get a trim...
"Yeah of course! That'll be $6.24 please." Leon fumbled with his wallet after taking out $10. "You can keep the change." Leon uttered as the cash register opened, the till jittering out. You couldn't help but smile sweetly as he offered the change to you. "Are you sure?" He nodded as he saw you put the tip in your pocket. "Thanks... I'll get that for you straight away." Your body shifted towards the coffee machine. Leon couldn't help but admire the way you performed your job, it was somehow so different to how Claire would do it. You were angelic in your movements - his thoughts soon interrupted as he felt someone tap his shoulder. "In love?" Claire teased, earning a nudge from Leon's elbow into her side. "Ouch! Okay.. okay." She laughed as she went behind the counter, packaging Leon's muffin. You couldn't help but glance at Leon's smile. He was cute, super cute.
A few minutes later, a warm takeaway coffee cup and muffin stuffed into a brown paper bag laid neatly in front of Leon. "Thanks." Leon took both items into his hand and waved off to Claire, showing you a small smile as the bell chimed, indicating he had left the store. "Who was that?" You rushed over to Claire, her eyes looking at you with playful eyes. "That's Leon, he's my brother's friend or I guess co-worker sort of? He works for the RPD." Claire responded to you with a funny tone. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You laughed out, slowly wiping down the coffee stains on the counter. Your eyes wondering over to the door, missing the stranger you just encountered. "Oh it's nothing, I'm sure you and him will get along well y'know?" She giggled, shoving the tea towel in her pocket. "What the fuck is that suppos-" Your sentence quickly cut off as Claire shouted "I'm going on my break!"
Days passed, time and time again Leon soon became a person you got used to seeing. Smiling whenever you would see that navy blue uniform. A small crush blossomed in your heart - you couldn't tell him that though. Nor could you tell Claire, but she saw it in the way you stared at him as he ordered the same thing. Soon enough, you prepared it beforehand for him to have immediately. 8:30 AM, that's when Leon would come in. With that same uniform and same hairstyle, oh and of course he was handsome every time. Today was no different, except for the fact you weren't in. Leon's day was 100 times better when he saw you, entering the cafĂŠ he expects to see you. Seeing Claire at the front instead of cleaning caught him off guard. "Where's Y/N?" Leon closed the door behind him, leaving the cold and rubbing his hands together as the cozy environment felt different.
"She called in sick, why? Are you lovestruck?" She poked fun at him, getting his order ready. "Oh shut up.." He chuckled, sitting down at a nearby table. Thinking about Claire's words, he knew she was right. He was lovestruck by you. Leon couldn't help but find you so attractive, the way you were so attentive to him. That small talk wasn't awkward with you. He had a crush. "Honestly, yeah." His eyes diverted to the muffin and latte ahead of him. Claire's ears perked hearing his mini confession? "Oh?" She smacked his shoulder lightly. "She's beautiful and super sweet, don't get me started on how.." Leon soon rambled on about you, from your personality to your looks, the way you carried yourself. Losing himself in time as he subconsciously sipped on the latte, finishing the muffin. Claire had to sit down for this, it was cute seeing him chatter about you. "Fuck, sorry about that." He chuckled, checking his wrist-watch, seeing the time flicker to 9:00 AM. "Shit, I gotta go. Thank you for the treat Claire." Leon hastily got up and dashed out the door. Oh how Claire couldn't wait to tell you all about this tomorrow.
"You're shitting me right?" You mumbled, polishing the mugs as you looked over to the wall clock. 8:25 AM. Leon's order by your side as you heard Claire laugh. "Why would I lie about him basically confessing his love about you?" She nudged your arm, snickering as your eyes rolled back playfully. As if Leon could have a crush on you. I mean, you were just a barista who served him his raspberry white chocolate muffin and vanilla latte. What could've been so special about your actions? "Get out of your trance, it's 8:28." You heard Claire from one ear to another as she moved to dust the corners of the room. Oh how cruel could she be to leave you with this new information? The chime of the door caught you off-guard, seeing that same man in that RPD uniform.
"Good morning Leon." A shaky voice elicited from your throat. For Christs sake, pull yourself together. "Morning.. I see my order there." He chuckled, pulling out his wallet, taking out a $20 bill. "Keep the rest." A small grin crept on his face as he passed it to you. You couldn't accept this, not for basically doing something that took you three minutes at most. "Oh Leon, I can't accept this." A breathy laugh pursued out your lips. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Please, it's on me. You've been nothing but sweet to me. And this place must be a pain in the ass to clean up at the end of the day." Leon laughed as he took his muffin and latte, sitting down at a table. That was unusual. He usually left to enjoy his snack, but today seemed different. Your friendship seemed different. Leon was right, the sticky sugared tables and coffee splatters were annoying to clean - knowing he would refuse the money if given back to him, you stuffed the change in your pocket. "Thanks Leon.. but you really don't have to tip me each day. Makes me feel guilty, like I owe you." You muttered as you came out from behind the counter. Leon's eyes wondered over you, a small smile corrupting his lips as he thought of something.
"Well.. if you think you owe me, come sit down with me for a bit?" A teasing tone was laced with his words, but who were you to deny him. Even if the blush on your face was evident. "Alright, but why are you sat down? Don't you have to get to the station quick?" Your question rang in his head, your voice melodic in his ears. "Not really, if it comes to it I'll run." He chuckled, sipping on the latte. Burning just the tip of this tongue - warming up the rest of his body. Nothing warmed him up like you though, those pretty lips that rested peacefully on your face. Your giggles enticing him as he looked at your hands slowly fiddle, it was clear you were nervous. Fuck. So was he, but to him this was now or never.
"I uh... can I have your number?" Leon hastily said, averting his eyes from you and staring into the little leaf shape carved by the frothed milk in his hot drink. Did he mess up? Troubled thoughts rushed over Leon's head until he heard you speak. "My number, sure." You couldn't help but smile, Leon just asked for your number. This was practically a dream come true. A quick exchange of each others phone numbers soon lead to a conversation. Getting to know each other was time consuming which soon lead to Leon's face dropping as he checked his wristwatch. "Shit it's 9:15." He laughed, putting his leftovers in the bin. "I'll text you later yeah?" His hand waved off to you, feeling content in yourself.
Throwing your bag to the side of your room, your back aching from the constant horrible posture you had as you bent over tables to wipe them. Your phone buzzed. It was from Leon.
Leon: Can I take you out for dinner this weekend?
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The freeze response towards Claire doesnât make sense
Or does it? Why it doesnât apply to Syd?
I may do an extensive revision on this but I wanna get this out of my chest.
The freeze response is something that happens when you believe you are in danger.
Yk the ways people respond to danger: fleeting, freezing or fighting. These are our basic instincts. Animals have it, we have it. We learn which one works the best for us since early childhood.
Tw: discussions of mental and emotional abuse.
Carmy had an abusive mother and a toxic family dynamic and learned to freeze, aka, never speak, never complain, pretend everything is fine and keep you head down, and you may get some love in return. Take all the abuse you need to take.
The freeze response makes sense towards Donna and Chef David because he felt in danger with them (they were mentally and verbally abusive). Carmy was stuck in a vicious circle trying to live to the standards of his former chef because, as a child, he never learned to fight back abuse.
And then we have Syd, and the freeze response doesnât work with her, because he trusts her in all the way he never trusted in his mom or former chef.
Syd and Carmy have a bond, affection and clear boundaries and expectations. The guilt has little space because forgiveness and love make space for responsibility and hope. Moreover, she never applies to their dynamic the same toxic behaviors he is so used to (gaslighting, threats, passive-aggressive passing comments, the list goes o. Sydney has done none of that, not even when it would be kind of justified, thatâs not who she is)
So walk with me here a minute, idk if I am making sense, but this has been wrecking my brain.
Why the hell would the freezer response apply to Claire? He has never been in danger with her; she is not a threat, not physically or verbally. He sometimes has panic attacks around her, but why?
When he is in the anon meeting, he seems to relate asking for forgiveness with guilt. Does that mean he thinks Claire and him donât have enough of a bond? Enough for her to forgive him? Or is something else?
Back to the scene with the Faks mentioning the critics, Carmy sees all their faces and then the note âcall Claireâ in the white board and says âI hate this feelingâ
I donât think Carmy is afraid of asking for forgiveness or even being rejected. He associates calling Claire with the feeling of the critics coming to his restaurant. This is for him all the same.
I think what Carmy is afraid of is being judged.
What I mean by judged is being asked to put his reasoning and feelings on the table about the situation. (kinda amazing restaurant metaphor when you think about it)
When you are in an abusive relationship, a great part of the dynamic is making you feel like your feelings (specifically the ones that let you know you are being abused) donât matter. So, you dissociate and learn to ignore your feelings.
Carmy is afraid of putting all of himself in a situation and still being treated unfairly, because that is what happens when you are abused.
Why the hell Claire inspires in him the same feelings as the critics he never loved or actually known? Because Carmy learned to feel judged and never good enough for his primary provider of love and approval: Donna.
So he is not afraid of asking for forgiveness;Â he is afraid that Claire will tell him, âYou were never good enough for me, I donât love you anymore,â because thatâs how his mother made him feel.
He is afraid of confronting his responsibility in this situation (failing as a boyfriend) and is scared of failing as a chef for the same reason: so he doesn't feel worthless. Failing to be loved by Donna (and Mickey) is what got him obsessed with succeeding as a chef.
Nobody would logically think that failing as a boyfriend of a chef makes you worthless, but I fairly believe that's what Carmy thinks; that's why the freeze response is so hard to break through.
Carmy's fear of being judged by Claire is due to trauma, and you could say he can learn to get over that and be with her. You could also say he deeply fears not being good enough for Syd, either.
But, and this is totally my opinion; each person works a different way, but this is my sydcarmy justification, and I am gonna put it in big letters because I am that obnoxious:
If Claire has managed to make Carmy feel he would be worthless/judged unfairly for making a mistake, but Syd makes him feel secure and capable of self-actualization even when he makes mistakes...I am sorry, what other fucking evidence could you possibly need?
I am sorry, but that is just mind-wrecking. These two bonds are not even in the same vicinity. Claire is not the solution to the problem; she is the continuation of it, and only Syd breaks the pattern.
Seriously, all kissy bubbly happy uncomplicated girl Claire? "Never apologize" Claire? all of that just for Carmy to actually never trusting her? We now have two scenes (2x09 and Doors) of Carmy having panic attacks while thinking of Claire (or trying to think of her to calm himself down and failing). Only so that in both scenes is Sydney the one who manages to calm him down.
The similarities between Claire and Donna may be the clue here, even its are very subtle and goes unnoticed for most viewers. Carmy can still see Donna in Claire and thatâs the danger.
This was a very conscious choice by the writers. They wrote Syd like the whole antithesis of Donna (Syd patience and kindness as a response to aggression and toxicity) and yet the writers themselves told us that Claire reminds Carmy of Donna (there is this description of the day they met in the original script that has Carmy looking at Claire and confusing her with Donna, probably because Claire was supposed to be blonde, but thatâs what to suspicious to put if you are writing a love interest.
Claire is a doctor for gods sake, we have multiple shots this season of showing her taking care of others. But Carmy still doesnât feel safe with her. Has Carmyâs instincts picked up some of the clues of Donna and Claire using similar tactics to get what they want? Aka this magnificent post by @habaritess. Maybe it has to do with the feeling many people in this fandom have about Claire being a caregiver as a power play?
Is not that I want to imply the strength of a bond is a reference of how much they trigger your trauma. Love is a feeling. Love is created in the heart, but relationships are made by people.
Syd and Donna are opposite, and Donna and Claire are similar. Thatâs the underlying code to decipher this thing.
Posts that did an amazing job of disclosing all the foreshadowing:
Claire: Ominous Or Naive
Glass Table & Glass Fish Tank
What Did You Get Out Of These ClairexCarmy Flashbacks Scenes?
Jamieâs instagram post on Claire/Donna by @espumado
Jamie Lee Curtis: A sydcarmy truther? by @thoughtfulchaos773
Scene lighting, blocking, & dialogue callbacks between Claire and The Berzattos by @currymanganese
anyhow, thank you for reading, hope all that made some sense.
#sydcarmy#the bear#sydney adamu#the bear fx#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto#the bear meta#carmy x sydney#carmy the bear#sydney x carmy#anti claire bear#very anti Claire Bear#sydcarmy meta#donna berzatto
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Mommy and Daddy Bear
"Chris! Claire!" Leon calls out to his friends. They are locked inside two Alcatraz jail cells. The Redfield siblings are pale, gritting their teeth from whatever is hurting them. The DSO agent tries to force the cells open, but they are locked shut.
"Look behind you, Leon." Claires points. Her arm is shaking, but she is determined to make her friend look behind him. Following her finger, Leon spots someone else in the cell behind him. The entire room is dark, so he turns on his flashlight.
"Babe!" Leon drops his flashlight and crawls to your cell. Like the Redflields, you are gritting your teeth in pain. Your skin is pale too. Leon reaches inside the cell to cup your cheek. Through his gloves, Leon can feel your rising temperature.
"What are you doing here? What happened? Where are the kids?"
Drowsy, you try your best to answer him. "They...They're with Helena. Some woman tried to ambush us but I managed to hold her off." Your wheezing worries Leon even more. There are two times Leon has seen you in a similar state. Both were when you gave birth to his children.
"Help! Get us out of here!"
Leon turns around and in Claire's cell is Leon's target.
"Antonia Taylor...I'll deal with your ass later." Screw his mission. His wife is more important than bringing in some rouge scientist. He needs to get his wife home to their kids.
Leon rubs your warm cheek as an act of comfort. "I'm gonna get you out of here, sweetheart. Don't worry."
Suddenly, the lights flicker on. Jill and Leon pull out their guns and point them in opposite directions. The man in charge, Dylan Blake, introduces himself and his insane plan to the entire group. One of his bio-drones stings Leon in the back of his neck, weakening the man. From your line of view, you see the same woman who tried to take your children jump down from the floor above.
"You bitch." You groan out. You wish you had your gun on you so you could shoot the woman between her eyes. The woman disarms your weakened husband and kicks him to your cell. Reaching your hand out, you squeeze Leon's shoulder.
"I get it now. The attack. The virus. You got them from Arias. That's why she's here." Leon wheezes out. The virus is coursing through his veins, slowly shutting his body down.
"Leon," You exhale. "That's her. That the bitch that tried to take the kids."
Dylan's voice echoes the large, empty room. "You killed poor Maria's father. It was only fair for her to take away your family, Leon. Unfortunately, we underestimated your wife's condition. Even at three months post-partum, she was able to put up a fight. Left a bruise or two on Maria. I've got to say my friend, you have yourself quite a catch."
"Screw you, you bastard!"
"My kids and wife are innocent! You had no right to go after them!"
Dylan goes on a tangent about how everything the BOW fighters have fought for was a lie. They are nothing but pawns for powerful people to use. Dylan nit-picks at each of them, even you.
"And poor Mrs. Kennedy...I feel bad for you the most. You married a man who is tied down to his endless, grueling job. He even got your family mixed into his mess. What kind of a man does that to his family?"
You defend your husband through your gritted teeth. "Leon didn't do shit to our family. You're the one who endangered our family, asshole! My husband does everything he can to protect us so kindly fuck off!"
Leon has always questioned his ability to protect his family. He is constantly gone throughout the year and for an unknown amount of time. Your husband tries his best to be there for his kids and for you, but work gets in the way. He even worries about being present in their early lives. Leon does not want to miss out on their important firsts. He never wants to end up as the dad who misses out on his kids' school events, games, and recitals. Dylan is good at hitting a man in his Achilles heel.
Maria grabs onto Jill's hand, making her drop her gun from the pressure she applies. To protect their only chance at survival, Leon pulls out a flash grenade and tosses it in the middle of the hallway. When the flash clears, Maria steps onto Leon's chest. The more pressure she uses, the more her heeled boots dig into his skin.
"Leave them, Maria. They're all about to turn anyway."
Reluctantly, the woman obeys. She haughtily looks down at you who is glaring at her. Cursing the woman for going after your family. Silently proclaiming your revenge.
All week and terrified, Leon does his best to distract you from the pain. "How are the kids?"
"They should be fine. Helena was with me when Maria decided to drop by. She took the kids while I stalled Maria." You grip your side in pain. "Man that bitch packs a mean kick."
"She," Leon groans. "She knew where we lived?" You nod. It astonishes you too. Everything about your family is classified thanks to DSO's protocol. Information about their agents and their families is pretty much untouchable with the exception of a few.
Being the angel she is, Rebecca shows up with her vaccines. "Thank goodness I made an extra." She tries to give Leon the vaccine first, but he rejects it. No way is he going to get better while his wife is still sick. When everyone is vaccinated, you all know the battle is almost over.
Picking up Jill's gun, you turn around to face your husband. "Let's go get that bitch."
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The fight between you, Leon, and Maria is an exhausting one. It takes the two of you a while before your full strength is back. Something must have been injected into Maria because she is what you describe as a "super soldier". Maria is a good fighter, but she fucked with your family. She broke into your home. She tried to go after your precious kids and use them as leverage. The woman fucked with the wrong set of parents. And she put her nasty ass foot on your husband's face! So not cool!
When Leon regains his strength, he double-kicks Maria. His last kick is about to send Maria to her death, but you want to be the one to do it. You take the disheveled Maria and shove her from behind with your foot while bending her body down to a certain level of height. The metal rod sticking out, pierces through Maria's head, killing her instantly. You and Leon have peace of mind knowing that the woman after your family is dead.
Leon drags you away from Maria's body and brings you into his chest. Your hug only lasts a couple of seconds because the control room starts to shake.
"We are so going on vacation after this." You say.
Leon laughs and nods his head in agreement. You guys are definitely booking a trip when you get home. He hopes that Eri will not remember whatever happened in your home. Levi is only a few months old but his sister is two. Leon does not want Maria to be one of Eri's earliest memories. Leon can only hope that your maternal instincts protected Eri from early childhood trauma.
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The fight on Alcatraz Island is over. The six of you sit outside as you wait for backup to arrive.
"Well...I know what I'm taking away from this."
"What's that?" Rebecca asks.
"Prison tours suck." Leon's dorky remark makes everyone laugh. You lightly shove him to the side before he swings his arm around your shoulder. "So, where we goin' for vacation, love?"
"You were serious about that?" Chris asks. Leon announced that he and his family were going on vacation after this mission, but the BSAA operative thought Leon just said that in the heat of the moment.
You hum. "France? I've always wanted to see the Palace of Versailles and I'm sure Eri would love to go to the Disneyland there."
Claire raises her hand like a kid. "OOO! I wanna go too!" As much as she travels because of one thing or another, it is never where she wants to go and do what she wants to do (besides survive of course).
"France sounds good. Jill? Rebecca?"
Jill shrugs her shoulders and Rebecca says that she could use a vacation after this week.
"Wait a damn minute, It's a family vacation. Kennedy only." You slap your husband's arm for being rude to your friends.
"C'mon babe, these guys are practically family. Besides, free babysitters."
Hearing "free babysitters" immediately changes Leon's mind. He loves his children, but having the chance to have their mother to himself is just too good to pass up. Eri is an easy kid to watch, she just needs to work on her potty-training skills. Levi is formula fed so he does not need to be on your boobs every two or three hours. This means that mommy and daddy can have some uninterrupted "mommy and daddy" time.
"Alright, fine but you guys are paying for yourselves."
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Story inspired by "Family Matters" by @not-another-leon-blog
#fanfiction#x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon resident evil#resident evil 5#resident evil#re4#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy imagine#resident evil imagine#resident evil 6#resident evil death island#resident evil 4#resident evil damnation#resident evil infinite darkness#resident evil vendetta#re leon#reader insert
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RE headcanons!
PART 1 (if you like it I'll make a sequel with other characters. I was just bored)
My serious headcanons about some RE characters. Some I'll write about more than others because I thought about them more often, I apologize in advance.
Chris Redfield

â his favorite color is green, he enjoys this color and adds it to any set of clothes, even his military gear. He doesn't care if shades of green may not match at all in the same outfit, he just wears that color because he loves it.
â his favorite genre of music in the early years, judging by his daring clothes, guitar and references to ÂŤQueenÂť, was heavy metal and pop-rock. Nowadays, many years later, he probably likes the laid-back tunes of ÂŤRoxetteÂť and ÂŤSavageÂť because Chris' life has become hectic and he needs an island of peace.
â he smokes, but he's not a heavy smoker. In his youth, Chris smoked a lot and often, judging by his concept art. Now, however, he smokes to get in the right frame of mind and pace, to focus and calm down.
â After the amnesia episode, Chris stopped drinking and now only drinks on holidays. Drinking has become disgusting to him, it reminds him of his episode of weakness.
â Chris prefers his natural scent, doesn't use any special perfume on himself because he washes with regular soap.
â he's a latent gay man, but he's never been in a relationship. Chris seriously doesn't understand why he isn't attracted to women. The last thing he thinks about is his real orientation. He's silly.
â he likes Wesker more than Chris is willing to admit. Since he doesn't realize what kind of attraction it is, Chris doesn't guess his crush. He's too inexperienced in love affairs to realize it. Especially when it comes to Wesker, who he has a ton of emotions associated with, a lot of which are negative.
â Chris has some guitar skills, but after 1998, he barely remembers it. He can't sing, he's just an amateur at it.
â he doesn't know how to cook, ordering takeaways. Chris doesn't like junk food, having given up his attempts to learn how to cook and not even opening the cookbook Claire gave him.
â Chris never has enough time to shave his face or cut his hair. But that doesn't bother him.
â he had a low grade in school, Chris liked fun more than textbooks.
Wesker

â his favorite color is blue, but Wesker doesn't like others to know too much about it, so he adds this color to his clothes very carefully. Blue color in his clothes has never been the main color, it is only an accent.
â Wesker doesn't usually listen to music, he prefers silence, but if he had to choose, he would settle for Frank Sinatra songs. He can only listen to something that won't throw him off his thoughts.
â Wesker doesn't smoke or drink. Spencer dreamed of creating an ideal society, so he raised the Weskers as ideal people. Such people should not drink and smoke. These people should only spend time on self-development and so on.
â he doesn't swear. Wesker doesn't like and/or know how to swear because of his ÂŤproperÂť upbringing. He will never insult a person with a rude word, but will pick up the most innocuous one, even if he is very angry. Who shouts ÂŤself-righteous foolsÂť or ÂŤignorant cretinsÂť in anger? Only the child or Wesker, because in his situation I'd be yelling ÂŤassholesÂť, ÂŤfucking bastardsÂť and so on. He's polite and well-mannered, just like Spencer wanted.
â he has a good sense of humor. Wesker doesn't seem like a joker because his jokes are very subtle and infrequent. He says ÂŤI have a date to keepÂť and then goes and destroys the Red Queen with the phrase ÂŤgoodbye, fair ladyÂť, isn't he the most serious joker in fandom after that?
â Wesker is pansexual, but he doesn't care about relationships and so he, like Chris, is not even aware of his preference. He doesn't pay attention to it, so his involvement with Ms. Muller or his sudden obsession with Chris doesn't give him any reason to wonder what his orientation is. He doesn't care.
â he's in love with Chris, but he sees those feelings as a manifestation of his pride in him.
â his bathroom shelf is filled with various self-care products, and he is very worried about his appearance. First, the smell of his perfume enters the room, and then Wesker enters.
â Ms. Muller was not just a ÂŤone-night standÂť for him, there was a warm relationship between them, because she remained in good opinion of him and even kept the child. This is a side of Wesker that is unknown to the players, because he had no opportunity or chance to show it. I think they broke up because Wesker was getting too attached to this woman and she was becoming his weakness, and he ÂŤcan't have weaknessesÂť. His job may have also interfered with the relationship, causing Muller to make her own decision to get out of his way, keeping the good memories alive. Wesker, on the other hand, tried to forget about that pleasant time with her so it wouldn't interfere with him.
â he is not ashamed to recognize someone else's merits and praise another person. He appreciates people who are good at something, he is sincere about it.
â Wesker is not a villain and an antagonist, he is the anti-villain. He has all the personality traits that fit that definition. He is not the pure evil that many believe him to be due to their inattention.
â he can cook, and he does it well. Wesker is known for being great at everything and cooking is no exception. Back in the days of S.T.A.R.S., he took care of his healthy diet, but once he gained power and became a bioterrorist, he stopped cooking for himself, preferring to order food from restaurants or have a personal chef. Because of the virus, he doesn't need to eat as often as normal people, so he really enjoys the process, since it rarely happens.
â because of his principles or Spencer's upbringing, Wesker can't directly harm a child. Children have never been a target for him, and he considers it beneath his dignity.
â his name is a mononym. Wesker doesn't call himself Albert and doesn't like it when others do (but doesn't stop them out of politeness). He is Wesker to everyone and to himself. However, there is a contradiction here â he hates the word ÂŤWeskerÂť and this whole project. Surely he must have considered changing his name if he had achieved the evolution of humanity. He still uses his initials AW when necessary.
Leon S Kennedy

â Leon has no color preference, he wears whatever clothes he feels comfortable in. He doesn't care if the colors don't match.
â he loves children and is easy to get along with.
â he uses feminine shower gels and likes sweet scents.
â likes to drink to relax or for any other reason. But he doesn't smoke.
â the music that Leon likes is very hard to define. He is probably a music lover who listens to whatever he likes.
â Leon isn't shy about swearing. He likes to make silly jokes to lighten the mood.
â He knows how to cook, but not very well, but these skills are enough for him. Leon can make toast or fry eggs, but it would be difficult for him to cook something more complicated, so he often watches tutorials on the Internet or eats fast food.
â Leon is bisexual and he knows it. He's crazy about Ada Wong, but he tries to hide it, which is unsuccessful.
â he likes karaoke.
â it annoyed him that if he showed up in any kind of transportation, there was a high probability of an accident or something. He sometimes wondered if he was a loser.
â he had a girlfriend once, but the affair was so casual that it broke up after almost a month.
â In school he had average grades, Leon could not be called a bad student, but he was not an excellent student either.
Ada Wong

â her favorite color is not only red, but also black.
â she loves elegant clothes and doesn't care if they don't fit her work. Despite the design, Ada chooses only clothes in which she can move freely.
â only Wesker knows her real name, and her name ÂŤAda WongÂť is just a rehash of ÂŤAWÂť (Albert Wesker).
â I like to think that she and Wesker could have acted like best friends, but voluntarily opted out for personal reasons.
â Ada pretends not to like music, but she actually likes ÂŤMarina and the DiamondsÂť. She listens to these songs alone, in a deserted place.
â she smoked once, but she quit. She doesn't drink.
â Ada doesn't have any holidays, she doesn't even celebrate her own birthday.
â she's straight, and she's openly attracted to Leon.
â loves subtle scents in perfume, she always smells nice, but this scent is barely perceptible.
â Ada can't cook and hasn't tried to learn. She eats food from cafes and prefers to go there herself instead of having it delivered.
â She has no problem with foreign languages, she probably knows a few besides English.
â she was an honors student in school and she's easy to learn new things.
â Ada is an anti-hero.
Alex Wesker

â Alex's favorite color is white. It is the color of sterility and truth that she strives for in her research.
â I guess her full name is Alexandra.
â loves getting her nails done to cheer herself up. Due to illness and failed experiments, she is always in a bad mood, so taking care of herself helps her keep her head cool and rational.
â Alex loved her own short hair, which she had in the past, but it reminded her too much of Albert, whom she respected. Because of what she knew about ÂŤProject WÂť and the truth about them, Alex felt a kind of guilt for keeping her brother in the dark and lying. So she changed her image so she wouldn't think about it.
â she's a lesbian.
â Alex knows Russian.
â she must have a secret altar in her house dedicated to Albert.
â she respects Albert so much that she even tries to think and act like him. It is forbidden to insult her brother in her presence, even though they have hardly ever met and are not related.
â Alex did grieve when she learned of her brother's death in the volcano. But when she learned of his death in 1998, she was not sad, because she had not yet had time to get to know him so well and get into his personality.
â the clothes Alex wears are formal and office style. She doesn't like to wear something informal because she feels insecure in it.
â the mole under her eye is painted, or appeared there with age.
â Alex likes only classical music, her ear cannot perceive anything from modern genres.
â Has never thought about relationships, but can admit if she likes someone.
â Alex's only humor is black.
â often communicates with quotes from books, like someone quotes from songs. This helps her to express her thoughts properly and emphasize them.
â she's a lot harder to piss off than Albert.
#resident evil#rebhfun#chris redfield#albert wesker#leon s kennedy#ada wong#alex wesker#resident evil headcanons#I don't want to offend anyone
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Hello iâm back đ did you miss me? i hope so
anyways i finished R10 and ive become obsessed with Hughie, did not think I would tbh i used to find him incredibly boring but i was gladly mistaken
Johnny is still my number one though and Gibs is still my second fav, no one can ever replace them
anyways
what about having a sleepover with claire and Hughie while reader and him are dating and then just being all cutesy while claire is trying to be supportive but also trying not to throw up at the same time
Thank youđŤś

claireâs worst nightmare (but hughieâs dream come true)
pairing: hughie biggs x fem!reader (with queen claire as a paid actress)
tw: none !
a/n: did i want to get your request done because i felt bad? yes. did i have the energy to write a whole oneshot? no. so i wrote headcanons (basically a oneshot i just did it in for points) because itâs 11pm (in like 40mins) and iâm tired
masterlist !
áŻâ
it starts with popcorn kernels exploding in the microwave and claire screaming that hughieâs going to set the kitchen on fire. heâs got his arms around your waist from behind, chin on your shoulder like youâre in a romcom, and he mumbles a lazy âworth it.â
áŻâ
claire makes you both sleep downstairs. she drags all the duvets and blankets from the airing cupboard like a woman on a mission, muttering something about how âsheâs not gonna be responsible for whatever goes down upstairs.â hughie tries to argue that heâs a gentleman and claire practically chokes on her tea.
áŻâ
youâre curled into hughieâs side on the couch while a horror movie playsâheâs barely paying attention, just running his fingers along your arm like youâre a puzzle heâs trying to memorize. claireâs watching you both with an expression that can only be described as deeply traumatised.
âyouâre disgusting,â she mutters when hughie kisses the top of your head.
âyouâre just jealous no one loves you like this,â he fires back, smug.
âiâd rather die.â
áŻâ
hughie feeds you m&ms one by one from a bowl on his chest. he does it dramatically, like youâre royalty, and every time you giggle, claire throws a cushion at his head.
áŻâ
at some point, you end up lying across hughieâs lap, feet in claireâs direction. she tries to ignore it. she really does. but when hughie starts playing with your hair and you let out this soft sigh thatâs way too dreamy for 1am, claire sits up, glares at both of you, and announces sheâs going to bed.
âi hope you trip on your way up,â hughie calls sweetly after her.
âi hope you choke on your own tongue,â she replies, not missing a beat.
áŻâ
once sheâs gone, hughie turns to you, voice suddenly lower, softer. âyou comfy, love?â
you just hum and bury your face in his hoodie. it smells like his cologne and clean laundry and something warm you canât name.
áŻâ
he doesnât say anything for a while. just strokes your back, kisses your knuckles. you fall asleep like that, safe and squished into the corner of the couch, with hughie whispering âi like you too much, yâknow that?â when he thinks youâre already gone.
áŻâ
claire wakes up first because of course she doesâsheâs always been an early riser and she hates it. she drags herself down the stairs, planning to make tea and steal the good biscuits before either of you wake up.
áŻâ
but then she steps into the sitting room and sees you in hughieâs hoodie, curled into his chest, blanket wrapped around you both like a human burrito.
and claireâs just likeâ âjesus fucking christ.â
áŻâ
hughieâs eyes are still closed, one hand resting on your lower back, the other gently tangled in your hair. youâre dead asleep too, lips pressed to his collarbone like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
áŻâ
claire stares. she considers waking you both up with a scream. she considers taking a photo and sending it to literally everyone. she even considers leaving and pretending she never saw any of this.
áŻâ
instead, she clears her throat loudly.
áŻâ
neither of you flinch. you just groan and nuzzle closer. hughie pulls you in tighter and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like âmine.â
âoh my god,â claire says, louder now, âyouâre actually gross.â
áŻâ
hughie cracks one eye open, sleepy and smug. âyouâre jealous again.â
âjealous of what?â claire snaps, âthe co-dependency? the fact that youâre drooling on her?â
áŻâ
you groan and throw an arm over your face. hughie kisses your forehead and smiles like heâs won the lottery. claire looks like she wants to kick him in the shins.
áŻâ
âyou didnât even last twelve hours,â she mutters, going to make tea like sheâs just survived battle. âi need stronger friends.â
áŻâ
hughie leans down, whispering into your hair, âsheâs only mad âcause she doesnât have someone to fall asleep on top of.â
you snort. âyouâre ridiculous.â
he kisses your jaw. âyeah, but you love it.â
áŻâ
claire returns with her tea, sees you both giggling under the blanket, and immediately starts gagging.
âi hope your next couple fight is public and humiliating.â

#boys of tommen#hughie biggs#claire biggs#claiming 10#releasing 10#taming 7#healing 7#chloe walsh#slt4kavanagh
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I have soft dark!Lloyd x fem!reader (reader in early 20s so itâs an age gap too) request idea if itâs all right!!
Y/n at a fancy restaurant by herself after her date stood her up, and Lloyd happens to be at this restaurant and goes to sit at her table bringing out all of his intimidating charm and flirting. They both have a lot of chemistry and end up having dinner together and they end up going home together (to his mansion) and they spend the night together. Lloyd gets up early (letting her sleep in) to have his chef prepare breakfast and to get some work done before she wakes up. Thatâs when he gets the call from Carmichael to go after Six and get the drive, and when he asks if thereâs anyone Six cares about, heâs told about Fitz, Fitzâs niece, and Sixâs younger sister. When he receives the picture and name of Sixâs younger sister, heâs told is shocked to find that itâs Y/n, the very woman sleeping in his bed upstairs. He then goes upstairs with his and Y/nâs breakfast and breaks the news (probably in his own intimidating smug way) that one, her brother has gotten himself into a lot of trouble, and two she canât leave as a result. Sheâs understandably very upset & scared and she tries to run but he grabs her and holds her until she calms down. During the first month, she fights the growing feeling of attachment to Lloyd and tries to escape multiple times (one time his staff got too rough with her, and Lloyd did a little more than fire themđł) so Lloyd locks her in her room till she apologizes 𼺠When he checks on her to see if sheâs ready to apologize, he finds her getting sick (turns out sheâs pregnant from their night together and sheâs having morning sickness). Over the next two months she gives into the attachment sheâs feeling for him and revels in the affection and love he shows her (no more running away). By the time Six comes to rescue Y/n, Fitz, and Claire, Y/n and Lloyd are very much in love and Y/n is very pregnant and doesnât want to be rescued
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Giving In To The Attachment Âť Lloyd Hansen
Pairings: Soft Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader
Summary: You fight the urge to grow attached to Lloyd, but then you give in to it when you find out youâre pregnant with his child.
Warnings: Soft Dark, Angst, Fluff, language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), mentions of sex (18+), violence, pregnant!reader, crying, kissing, pet names
A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnieđŠľ
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by @buck-star
GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You sat at the table in a restaurant you were supposed to be on a date at, but your date stood you up. You stared down at the table as you table your fingers against the glass thatâs half filled with water. Lloyd walked in the restaurant and seen you looking down. He was going to get something to go, but now he wants to see if youâre ok or not.
âMaâam?â Lloyd says.
You looked up to see Lloyd standing on the opposite side of the table. He wasnât the guy who you were supposed to go on a date with tonight, but youâll admit that heâs more attractive than your date.
âAre you ok?â He asks.
âNot really. My date stood me up.â You tell him.
âIâm sorry to hear that.â He said sincerely. âMay I?â He asks, referring to the chair next to him.
You gave him a nod. Lloyd sat down in the chair across from you. He then called a waiter over to the table and ordered what he wants.
âAnd the lady can have whatever she wants.â Lloyd says flirtatiously.
You told the waiter what you wanted. Then he took yours and Lloydâs orders back to the cook.
âWhatâs your name, pretty girl?â He asks, taking a sip of his drink.
âY/N.â You tell him.
âIâm Lloyd.â He tells you. âNow, tell meâŚâ He leans his arms against the table. âWhy would anyone want to stand up a pretty woman like you?â He asks.
âI donât know.â You shrugged. âI guess I wasnât his type.â You say.
âItâs his loss. Now, I get to enjoy the company of his date.â He says flirtatiously.
You couldnât help but giggle softly. You and Lloyd got to know each other during dinner, but it didnât end there. After dinner, Lloyd invited you over to his mansion where you and him indulged in the fun festivities.
The next morning, the sun was shining through the window. Lloyd looks over at you and smiles. He adjusted the blankets on you before getting out of bed to get dressed. He then went to the kitchen to tell his chef to make breakfast for two before getting some work done. Carmichael calls him a few minutes later.
âHello?â Lloyd answers.
âI have a job for you.â Carmichael says, getting straight to the point.
âIâm listening.â Lloyd says.
âI want you to go after a man named Court Gentry who goes by the name Six and get a drive from him.â Carmichael tells him.
âSure thing.â Lloyd replies. âQuestion, does he have anyone who he cares about?â He asks.
âThereâs three people who he cares about. Fitz, Claire, and his younger sister.â Carmichael tells him. âI just emailed you pictures of them.â He says.
Lloyd looks at the pictures of the three people Carmichael just named. His eyes grow wide when he comes across your picture and your name, finding out that youâre Sixâs younger sister.
âIâll get it done.â Lloyd says before hanging up the phone.
As if it were on cue, breakfast was ready. Lloyd took the two plates upstairs to his bedroom. You were awake and wearing one of his shirts for a few minutes before he got to the bedroom.
âGood morning, handsome.â You smiled, walking over to him and pecked his lips softly.
âGood morning, sunshine.â Lloyd smiles back.
He placed the two plates on the small table he has in his bedroom. You sat down in one of the chairs and he sat down in the one opposite from you.
âI found out something interesting about you a few minutes ago.â Lloyd casually says.
âOh yea? What did you find?â You asked.
âYour older brother is Court Gentry who goes by the name Six.â He says.
You sighed, wondering what your brother did this time.
âWhat did my brother do this time?â You asked.
âFor starters, heâs in a lot of trouble.â He says.
You rolled your eyes. That doesnât surprise you. Six was always a troublemaker, even when you two were kids.
âOne more thing, youâre not leaving.â He says.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you took a sip of your coffee.
âWhat do you mean Iâm not leaving?â You asked.
âItâs simple. Youâre not leaving till I get what I want.â He says, not caring to elaborate more why on it.
You felt yourself getting scared. You jumped out of the chair and instinctively ran towards the door, but you didnât get far. Lloyd grabbed you by wrapping his arms around your waist and held you against him a couple of feet away from the door. He held you tighter the more you kicked and squirmed in his arms.
âCalm down.â Lloyd almost whispers. âEverything is going to be fine.â He says softly.
Something about the softness in Lloydâs voice was calming to you, which is what made you calm down. He walked over to the bed and sat you down on it, getting at eye level with you.
âDonât even think about trying to running again, ok?â He says sternly.
âOk.â You replied quietly.
âââ
Ever since the day Lloyd found out youâre Sixâs younger sister, heâs given your free rein of his mansion. You thought you were able to escape quite a few times, but Lloyd caught you. You shouldâve known that he had cameras at every entrance and exit of his mansion. You did find a window that didnât have a camera pointing at it. You thought you were in the clear to escape, but you were wrong.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â One of Lloydâs employees asks.
âNone of your fucking business.â You say.
You shouldâve known better than to be a smartass to anyone in Lloydâs mansion. His employee grabbed you from behind and pulled you away from the window. You kicked and squirmed in his hold. You threw your head back and hit his nose with the back of your head, giving him a bloody nose.
âYou bitch!â His employee cried out.
His employee dropped you on the floor to hold his bloody nose, your body making a thudding noise when you hit the floor. Lloyd walked in the room a few seconds later to see whatâs going on.
âWhatâs going on?â Lloyd asks, seeing you on the floor before looking at his employee.
âShe was trying to escape again and I grabbed her before she could.â His employee explains while holding his bloody nose.
Lloyd looks down at you, seeing red marks on your arms. That was enough to tell him that his employee got rough with you. You watched the interaction between Lloyd and his employee. You assumed he was just going to tell him not to get rough with you again, which is the complete opposite of what you thought. Lloyd threw a punch at him and fired him.
âGet up.â Lloyd says to you.
You stared up at Lloyd before slowly standing up. He grasped your upper arm with a firm grip and lead you upstairs to the bedroom Lloyd set you up in a month ago, which was around the same time you began fighting the attachment you have for him.
âYouâre going to stay in here until youâre ready to apologize for escaping again.â Lloyd says as if youâre a child who just threw a tantrum.
You watched as Lloyd closed the bedroom door. Your eyes went wide when you heard him lock the door from the outside. You ran over to the door and started jiggling the doorknob.
âYou asshole!â You shouted, pounding the side of your fist against the door.
A moment later, you felt yourself getting nauseous. You were hoping itâs just from being upset or something you ate. You immediately ran to the bathroom and got sick. You sat down on the floor, leaning your back against the wall across from the toilet. You held your head in your hands and got lost in your thoughts. You got to thinking of the night you spent with Lloyd when your date stood you up⌠a month ago. Before you could react to the possibility of you being pregnant with Lloydâs baby, you got sick again.
You werenât sure how long you were in the bathroom. You didnât even hear Lloyd unlock the bedroom door and walk in. He expected you to be on the bed and reading a book, but you werenât. Thatâs when he heard the noises of you getting sick in the bathroom. He saw you hunched over the toilet with your head against your hands.
âAre you ok?â Lloyd asks softly.
âDoes it look like Iâm ok?â You asked sarcastically.
Lloyd walked further in the bathroom. He wet a washcloth with cold water and handed it to you. You looked up at him for a second and took it. You leaned back against the wall and put the wet washcloth against your forehead. The wetness and coolness of the washcloth felt soothing against your skin.
âIâm going to tell you something. Do you promise not to freak out?â You say.
Lloyd nodded.
âI think I might be pregnant.â You say.
âHow do you know that for sure?â He asks.
âFor starters, I have morning sickness.â You say.
Lloyd originally came to see if you were ready to apologize for attempting to escape earlier, but this news is more important than that. He sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall next to you to process what you just said.
âBefore you say anything, youâre the father. Donât ask me if Iâm sure. Youâre the one who didnât wear a condom during our night together a month ago.â You say.
Lloyd moved closer to you and put his hand on your stomach. You looked down at his hand and then looked at him.
âWeâll get through this together.â He almost whispers.
You gazed deeply in his eyes and smiled. Lloyd leaned in to kiss your lips, but you turned your head to the side and he ended up kissing your cheek.
âI donât think you want to kiss my lips right now cause Iâve been throwing up.â You say.
âGood point.â Lloyd chuckles.
âââ
A couple months go by and everything is going better than it was two months ago. Everything is going according to plan for your pregnancy. The doctor told you youâre almost 3 months pregnant. Lloyd has definitely stepped up a lot. Also, you gave in to the attachment to Lloyd and now, everything is perfect between you two compared to how things were a couple months ago.
Right now, youâre standing in the bedroom thatâs going to be the babyâs nursery. Youâre looking around the room, trying to figure out how it should be set up by the time the baby is born. You softly tapped your fingers against your pregnant belly as you thought about it.
âI was wondering where you were, sunshine.â Lloyd says as he walks in the nursery.
You turned around and smiled. Lloyd walked over to you and pecked your lips softly, putting one of his hands on your pregnant belly.
âWhatâre you doing?â He asks.
âIâm trying to figure out how the nursery should be set up.â You say.
You turned back around to look around the room again. Lloyd looked around the room too.
âI donât know about you, but I think the wallpaper should be baby zoo animals.â You say.
âI agree.â He agrees. âI think it would be cute.â He says.
âMe too.â You smiled.
âââ
Youâre now 6 months pregnant. Everything is as it should be. Or so you thought. Your brother, Six, came to Lloydâs mansion in search of Fitz and Claire. They were relieved to see him. Claire hugged Six.
âWe have to go.â Six says.
âWait, no. Thereâs a lady here.â Claire says.
âDo you know her name or have you seen her?â He asks.
âNo.â She says.
âIâll look for her. You two need to get out of here.â He says.
Claire and Fitz nodded. Six looked all over the place for the lady Claire just told him about. Little does he know that the lady she told him about is his younger sister whoâs pregnant with Lloydâs baby. He looked in every bedroom, bathroom, and closet upstairs. He found you in the nursery. Your back is facing him. You were sorting out baby clothes and didnât hear him enter the room.
âMaâam?â Six says softly.
You stopped what you were doing and froze when you heard his voice. His voice sounds familiar. Could the voice belong to your older brother? Thereâs only one way to find out. You turned around to confirm your suspicions. Your older brother was standing a few feet away from you. His eyes went wide when he seen your pregnant belly.
âY/N?â Six says softly.
âHi, Court.â You say softly.
Six walked over to you and hugged you tightly, being careful to not hug you too tight. He couldnât help but wonder what Lloyd mightâve did to you.
âDid Lloyd get you pregnant?â He asks.
âYes.â You answered.
âDid he assault you in any way?â He asks.
âNo! This was consensual.â You answered.
Six felt relieved to know that Lloyd didnât hurt you in any way.
âIâm going to be an uncle?â He asks softly with a smile.
âYes.â You smiled back.
He hugged you again.
âLetâs get out of here.â He says.
âI donât want to leave.â You say.
âY/N, please donât argue with me on this.â He pleads softly.
âIâm not trying to argue with you, Court. Iâm staying here with Lloyd. I love him and I want to raise this baby with him.â You say.
As if it were on cue, Lloyd walked in the nursery to see Six talking to you.
âWell, well, wellâŚâ Lloyd says.
Six turned around when he heard Lloydâs voice. His jaw clenched when he seen him. He walked over to him and punched him in the face, making you gasp.
âThatâs for holding my little sister captive!â Six says.
âTechnically, I didnât hold her captive. That was my intention 6 months ago, but thatâs no longer my intention.â Lloyd says.
Six punched him again after hearing Lloydâs old intentions about you. Lloyd threw a couple punches at your brother. You knew everything was going to get worse if you didnât try to stop them.
âStop it!â You shouted.
Six and Lloyd stopped punching each other and turned their attention to you. You walked over to them.
âPlease.â You pleaded softly.
Lloyd and Six can only agree on one thing⌠you. They both love you. Youâre Sixâs little sister and youâre the woman Lloyd loves and the mother of his child.
âDonât do this.â You pleaded again and looked from Lloyd to Six. âIf not for me, then do it for the baby.â You say.
They know youâre right. Thereâs no reason for them to be fighting if itâs going to upset you.
âY/N, are you sure this is what you want?â Six asks softly.
âThis is what she wants.â Lloyd answers for you.
âI wasnât talking to you! I was talking to my sister!â Six says.
âThis is what I honestly want, Court.â You answered softly.
Six nods and hugs you.
âJust know, Iâm one call away.â Six says.
You smiled and nodded.
âI love you, sis.â Six whispers and kisses your forehead.
âI love you too, Court.â You whispered back.
You watched Six leave the room. You couldnât help but tear up when he left. Lloyd wrapped his arms around you, comforting you.
âIâm sorry, pumpkin.â Lloyd whispers.
âItâs ok. I understand.â You say.
You leaned up to kiss his lips softly.
âCan you do one thing for me?â You asked.
âAnything.â He says.
âCan you at least try to get along with my brother when the baby is born?â You asked.
âFor you, Iâll try.â He says.
You smiled and pecked his lips softly.
âI love you, Lloyd.â You say softly.
âI love you too, cupcake.â He almost whispers.
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#lloyd hansen#the gray man#soft dark!lloyd hansen#chris evans#cevans#chris evans characters#lloyd hansen x female reader#lloyd hansen x pregnant!reader#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen x y/n#lloyd hansen x you#lloyd hansen angst#lloyd hansen fluff#lloyd hansen one shot#lloyd hansen imagine
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hii, do you read fanfics? and if yes, do you have any fic recs for cass, either as a solo character or focused on her relationships with the rest of the batfam?
Hi!!! I'm not the most well-versed in fanfics, but I have read some great Cass ones. These are mostly going to be solo Cass focused, since I haven't found that many great ones with the Batfam.
Volving by @shobogan
This short fic kills me everytime. Set after the end of Batgirl (2000), it's honestly the conclusion I wish we'd gotten. The dialogue for Cass is on point, and I'm quite picky about Cass dialogue! I also recommend shobogan's equally amazing Equinox, which is a Brenda/Cass story.
Hot Girl Shit (The Feminine Urge To Die Young) by @havendance
An astonishingly clever fic that places Claire Clover (Gotham Girl) into the events of early Batgirl (2000). No knowledge of Claire is strictly needed though, the author makes it really easy to follow along. The parallels are unmatched, the feels are tremendous, it's just a great fic everyone should read. Also recommend havendance's Cassandra Cain vs. The World!, where Cass has to fight Kon's seven evil exes (it's as hilarious as it sounds).
Nourish by Ptelea
This fic is as sweet as its theme - Cass gets a moment with each of the Batfam, bonding over fruit. The writing is beautiful, and the Jason section in particular is stellar. The fluffiest fic on this list by far!
what's past is prologue by Icestorm238
Cass only appears in the sixth story in this series, but the entire thing is worth reading. A Dick-goes-back-in-time-to-save-Jason fic, the character twists and turns are so good, and there's an excellent Steph-centric story here too! Even if you don't care for the other characters, Cass is incredibly well-written in her section, a rarity for whole Batfam fics.
When Pinioned Birds Take Flight by @iowriteswords
This series (Robin and Other Flightless Birds) is well known, but this story is the most Cass-focused, and doesn't necessarily require knowledge of the prior fics. Though this is an AU, Cass is anchored in canon, and her relationship to Babs in particular gets a lot of development in the last part of the fic.
Not as Cass-centric as any of these, but bad signal by prismatical is an excellent story with some great Cass moments. The fic is definitely more focused on Dick, Jay, and Tim, but Cass isn't just a prop here and is actively involved, so I'd still check it out!
I wish I had more recs, I know there's some great Cass stuff out there I haven't found yet. Thanks for the ask, hopefully other people can chime in with their own recommendations!
#cassandra cain#batgirl#fic recs#the fact that the cass cain-centric tag only has 197 works is criminal#tried to tag those with tumblr accounts but i wasn't sure about some of them#anyway no more cardboard cutout cass 2k24#sick of batfam fics where cass is there to just read someone's body language and disappear#honestly rather they not include cass at all than tag her and do nothing with her#duke fans i feel your pain
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Infected/Zombie Reader helping RE men (Leon K., Carlos O., & Ethan W.)
Somewhat based on that one zombie reader post by @qdbs-writes because honestly it was really cute and this idea has been bouncing in my brain for a bit. Iâm going to preface that Iâve only played RE2R, but I have a vague understanding of the RE lore and stories, iâm only doing these three because I know them the best, if I knew chris better I wouldâve added him
(this is just a suggestion but hereâs whatâs damaged on your zombie body: right eye gone, right cheek crewed off, left shoulder nearly gone, and several bites all around)
Leon S. Kennedy (RE2)
Youâre one of the many, many, people who fled to the RPD to escape the growing hoards of zombies, unfortunately you were infected early on and hid out in one of the many storage rooms as you succumbed to the virus
âŚbut your conscious stays somewhat intact, sure every thought is slower and less verbose but you still have some of it left, speaking is hard as well but you can speak to some degree
you stay on the third floor, observing Marvin and eventually Leon once he comes in
Youâre enamored as soon as you see him, so you decide to try and help him as he goes through the entire RPD, placing some ammo here, some boards there, in general helping out behind the scenes despite how slow you move
This slowness bites you when you go down to the main hall to place a green and red plant you had found next to the typewriter, since Leon had been limping for quite awhile around the RPD
You gently place the two plants (still in the containers, you canât grind them up due to the shakiness in your zombified hands) but you hear Leon coming down from the second floor library so you try and shuffle back into a room to hide again, until you hear the click of his gun
You turn around and see Leon, gun raised to likely give you a headshot like heâs given to plenty of the other zombies around (you know since youâve seen plenty bodies with exploded heads..)
So you just, start shuffling backwards with arms raised in peace, mumbling âsorry.. sorry.. please, no.. hurtâ as best you can with your undead voice, which comes out pretty rough
Leon was about to shoot you but as soon as he saw you back away and mumble what sounded like human speech and not just growls and rumbles, so he lowers his gun slightly, tilting his head at you
You escape into the west office, and Leon fully lowers his gun and then looks at the plants you left him (he uses them, heâs not an idiot to ignore a healing item when heâs been at âdangerâ for 2 hours)
When Leon unlocks the Goddess statue you come out from hiding and softly approach, and hand him some ammo and healing items âgood.. byye..â you say to him look at him with your singular eye (you lost the other one when you got infected) before starting to walk off
Leon watches you walk away, about to hide again and he hesitates before saying âWait, would you⌠like to come with me?â.
He watches you turn slightly and grumble â..you.. sure?â
He nods at you and you walk back up to him, and follow him as he goes down the stairs
Bonus:
During the G-3 fight you help by throwing yourself at him and stab one of the eyes with a knife Leon gave you, smiling in triumph when you stab an eye fully
Ada is very cautious and nearly shoots you several times, she thinks youâre just in the early stages of infection and she doesnât want you killing her pawn (leon) before he gets the virus for her
When you get on the train Claire and Sherry are a bit wary of you but during the trip they start to like you, Leonâs account helps a lot as well
Carlos Oliveria (RE3)
Similar to Leonâs, youâre one of the people who fled to the RPD and got infected, and hid in a storage room (this storage room was clearly for all the Christmas decor⌠the bells gave it away)
You picked off the bells and kept them in a small box, as well as stealing post-it notes and a pen from the west office
From the second floor you watch Carlos and Tyrell make their way in, watching them scope out the place
As soon as you saw Carlos, you muttered under your breath âhe..h.. scruffy..â
You noticed he was having a hard time with the Lickers, so you decided to make use of the bells you took, throwing them down hallways out of sight of Carlos so the Lickers chased the noise
He heard the chiming, making a remark like âThe hell is that coming from?â
After awhile of doing this, you decided to just gift Carlos the bells
You place them on a desk with the brightest sticky note you could find
He finds it, noticing the stark contrast of the gloomy environment of the RPD, and reads the note
âFor the licks! Hold tighy in hnd then throw, it loud so they chse! : )â was written on the note, it was hard to read being a shaky and messy handwriting but he got the general idea, chuckling at the squiggly smily face on it
He opens and sees 4 tiny golden bells
He looks around, hoping to maybe find who put it there but finds nothing, nothing but a hunched over dead (?) zombie next to the desk âWhoever put this here, Thanks, and thanks for probably being the reason for saving my ass a few timesâ
He leaves and you say to the air âno.. problemmm..!â
You start following him around and so he eventually notices you, and nearly shoots you on the spot before you move your hand to ring the golden bell you kept and attached to a string as a necklace
He relaxes a bit but keeps his guard up until he realizes that youâre just an innocent smart (questionable) zombie!
Bonus:
Before realizing that you werenât gonna hurt him, he really thought you were because you kept staring up at his head⌠In reality you just really wanted to pet his hair, but because words are hard when youâre a zombie and you didnât wanna get shot you just didnât say anything
(You eventually did get to touch his hair, muttering a âsoooft.. so.. soooft!â)
In that helicopter cutscene when Nicholai is about to shoot Jill, you jump from nowhere and tackle the guy by the neck; Carlos shouts in exclamation âHell yeah! Get him!â before Nicholai punches your jaw right off (ouch)
Ethan Winters (RE7)
In this case youâre kinda like Ethan if he didnât get all his memory and body transferred (does.. does that make sense???)
Since the moment Ethan stepped into the Baker House, youâve been watching him
While you canât remember most of your past, you know you were human like him, and watching him brings you a sense of⌠comfort. So you watch as he explores the house, trying to find Mia
Sometimes you forget what youâre doing and make noise, making Ethan more paranoid as he goes through the house (you felt bad every time you accidentally spooked him)
Watching him getting attacked by Mia was a nightmare, and you felt like you shouldnât intervene⌠until Mia stabbed him in the hand
You emerged from the shadows (and mold..) and pulled her off of Ethan, giving a soft growl at her before she tried to attack you. You sidestepped and pushed her into the wall, which caused her to knock her head against the wall and faint
You stared down at her before turning to Ethan, who was a bit put off by your appearance
âYouâre⌠hurt. Follow.â and you start walking to where a first aid liquid was hidden away and hand it to him
After patching him up you go over to the boarded up door and started to remove the wood with ease, before Mia got back up and threw Ethan through the nearly open door. You yelp (with some scratchiness) at that before running up to try and help, but then Ethan swung an axe into her neck.
You look at him and see the horror in his eyes at what heâs just done, you reach out to touch his back before slightly withdrawing; âyou⌠oo-kay?â You asked in a low voice, and he shook his head before standing up and making his way deeper into the house, fully ignoring you after that.
So you follow, wanting to make sure heâs okay. Heâs the only thing human in this house (for now)
Then Mia comes back again, of course, stabbing Ethan in the hand with a screwdriver this time. You run up and start trying to pry it out of the wall and his hand, before you see Mia coming with a chainsaw. She slashes with the chainsaw, cutting you in half at the shoulder before hitting Ethanâs wrist.
You blackout for awhile, coming to after about an hour as your body of mold stitches itself back together into one solid form again
Submerging into the mold, you reform in the living room adjacent ďżźto the nightmare dining room, seeing the back of Ethan tied in one of the chairs
You carefully untie him from the chair, before being noticed Marguerite pulled you up by the hair unto the table
You reach into a clump of mold and pull a smoke bomb before pulling Ethan out of the chair and away
From there on you helped him the best you could
Bonus:
You alway try and take the hits for him, heâs still fleshy and human, you can take it! Heâs still worried for you despite the fact you can patch yourself back together.
When Ethan dies and becomes mold, you feel bad for him. You donât tell him, since if he thinks heâs still human, then heâs still human to you.
After the BSAA comes you donât know what to do, you assume youâre going to be left there or be experimented on⌠but Ethan calls your name (that you told him at some point, itâs one of the only things you have left from before being molded) and gestures you to come with him, you come close before fearfully looking at Chris, but he just nods and lets you on the helicopter.
OKAY WOW this is⌠something. I donât know. I kinda gave up in that last one despite Ethan being my favorite next to Leon. I really hope, that this is good, im some way, amd i hope i didnt totally screw the canon, ahhh. Hope people like thissss,,, wouldâve done art but iâve got art block
#re x reader#x reader#gender nuetral reader#ethan winters#carlos oliveira#leon s kennedy#ethan winters x reader#carlos oliveria x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy re2#fanfiction#resident evil x reader#resident evil fanfiction#i tried#maybe ooc#zombie reader#infected reader#self indulgent#headcanon#headcanon stuff
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Season 3 rewatch continues with Children...
The beginning of this scene is so cinematic and so ominous...
I cannot remember if this is something I read here somewhere recently (it probably was) or something out of my own head, but I think there's an interesting parallel between Marcus's ask out of Syd during F&F with Claire's voicemail on the same day.
There is also an interesting through line of Syd's conversation with Shapiro in the previous episode, where she mentions "inherited crazy," and how she talks about her dad here with their shared predisposition to be early to everything ("You are unwell," Marcus tells her). I think it speaks to the ways that Syd and Carmy balance each other out, if they let themselves.
What even are these Purple Heather lyrics that play while Carmy is lovingly crafting yet another plating he will throw out; now I am unwell (and apologies if this has been discussed before; I'm just noticing it now):
summertime has gone, is it?
and the leaves are gently turning
and my love, I wanna take you
to the place my heart is yearning
will you go? will you go, child go
This foreshadows the freaking Ever funeral, doesn't it? And Carmy's invitation to Syd to go with him. The place he's yearning to take her is not just to the funeral itself but to the healthier environment that the Ever kitchen seemed to be when he was there?
And the next thing you see is Richie getting the news about Ever as he irons:
and we'll all, and we'll all go together
in the wild mountain thyme
and all around...
It's simultaneously indicating that Richie is going to be at the funeral but also that Richie is needed if The Bear is going to get to the place Carmy wants it to be...
Also I noticed for the first time it's Will Guidara (producer of this season, author of Unreasonable Hospitality, Ever funeral attendee) who texts Carmy the news about Ever. I guess before my brain translated Will Guidara to Will Poulter to Luca đ
"Photographs are gonna last a lot longer than that, Neil Geoff" LOL
The conversation Syd and Carmy have...she's so much more playful than I remember her. And when she asks him if he knew Ever was special when he was there, it's so loaded and weighty
I love so much how Natalie keeps telling us things that Pete loves or knows about, like the director with Richie during Violet, or here when she tells Marcus that Pete loves flowers
Too many Faks already and Cena hasn't even shown up yet. Though the thing Neil says after Ted admits to giving Neil claustrophobia, "I'm still afraid of boxes," feels weighty somehow.
And when Syd calls herself an accomplice đ
Ahh the Richie/Jess conversation is delightful
The reprise of "Save it for Later" is also super interesting to me. This time instead of watching the rest of the city get to work, we get to see the team all working...
Syd's transposition of "whatever grows together goes together" into "whatever goes together grows together" is also fascinating in light of the reprise of "Save it for Later"
Whyyyy John Cena whyyyyyy???
But interesting the first thing he says is, "Anybody seen a ghost?" and it's the start of the haunting. Also Neil needs to call his dad back, Carmy needs to talk to Claire, and Nat needs to talk to DeDe...
"You specialize in the fucking fuckery, bro" đ
Also I love that this is the second time this season that Carmy has said someone (first Syd in Next, now Jimmy) are being either sarcastic or passive aggressive, only to be corrected that it's actually worse (Syd's "snark" and "contempt"; Jimmy's aggressive - aggressive)
And the WAY Jimmy pushes up his glasses with his middle finger... stealing this now
So do all these fucking Faks have the same middle name? And "fuck a duck" did make me laugh out loud
"If you fuck with Marcus I will murder you" is fucking beautiful
Also fucking beautiful is Syd and Jimmy's conversation
#sydcarmy#the bear season 3#thh rewatches season 3#okay i feel carmy in the dumpster so much#domestic drudgery#i really like this episode#excepting all the faks
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