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seiwas · 5 months

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₊˚⊹｡ i'll be good to you | nanami kento

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summary: nanami’s half-hoping you call a fourth time.

contains: implied f!reader but no mention of pronouns, exes, mentions of alcohol, swears, reader wears makeup and heels, drunk calls, a bit angsty and a bit hurt/no comfort but it isn’t all that sad i think

a/n: this ran away from me again! but this is a brainchild from me and @augustinewrites, with song inspos: you were good to me, tequila, bourbon, and already gone

part of the in's and out's new year/birthday event | request prompt: calling your ex drunk at two a.m. with feelings still stuck in your throat

you are here -> part 2

Nanami moves in numbers.

It comes with his personality—practical and efficient, forward thinking.

Predicting deals from 9-to-5 looks a lot different from dealing deaths by a ratio of 7:3, but the tactics remain the same, the stakes still high; every move is precise and calculated, analyzed to be accurate.

So he’d known—the day he decided to pick up his blade again was the day he’d deal his final blow—at you, and the relationship you built together.

A strategic takedown of something he deemed doomed from the start.

That’s what he wants you to think, at least.

When his phone rings three times—the first in the middle of lecturing Yuuji, the second while going overtime underground, and the third just moments ago, bleeding out on a bathroom counter, Nanami realizes that the probability of him ever speaking to you again, alive and breathing, is a number he can’t predict.

So he waits, linen pants and a cotton shirt while sporting a drink by his kitchen counter.

Strangely, he’s full of hope, half-good and half-bad—that you’ll call back; that you won’t. The line between the two blurs.

It always has with you.

A friendly face—that’s all you were supposed to be; his work neighbor a few cubicles down his. It started with polite nods, a few casual waves, maybe even small smiles on a good day. Your schedule was terrible, much like his—one of the first ones to arrive and the last ones to leave.

Then, you finally moved past just a friendly hello; something about bread, he recalls, an attempt to exchange recipes on sourdough. It started then, with you leaving a cup of coffee on his desk and he saving an ‘extra’ sub for you.

(Except, it’s never an ‘extra’ with Nanami; he’d never do anything miscalculated.)

Suddenly, you’re the first face he looks for in the morning, and he’s the last person you check on before clocking out at night.

For a while, he didn’t know what to call you—a coworker? Friend? Someone he has dinner with at 12 midnight?

You set it straight after the seventh ‘date’.

Now, when his phone rings the fourth time, he picks up.

You’re cursing on the line, the sound of metal clinking on tile muffled in the background.

He waits for you to talk, half-hopeful and half-nervous at hearing you speak.

You always used to drop your keys by his door—your haphazard way of looking for his amongst five of yours.

“Shit,” you grumble, the lock finally clicking open.

He hears your footsteps, the sound of your heels landing as if they’ve been hastily kicked off.

A party, perhaps? Or a night out?

There’s a funny feeling that sits in his stomach when he thinks about you coming home from a date, one he knows he no longer has a right to.

It should be good, he thinks, you’re moving on.

He stares at his glass, liquor blurring into ice—brown edges fading into something lighter, near transparent. For a moment, he wonders if this was a mistake, if you hadn’t meant to call him at all. He’s considering putting the phone down to save you the embarrassment.

But—

“Finally,” you spit out, clumsy and a little too honest.

To anyone else, you’d sound normal, but Nanami’s known you for years, has loved you for just as much, and this sounds a lot like the version of you that’s lost track of how many you’ve had to drink—the same one he’s had to tuck in bed, with your arms clinging onto his neck while dragging him under the covers with you.

He takes a sip.

“Was starting t’think you died or sum’in.”

It’s impossible for you to know the truth, he’s made sure of that—it’s why he let you go in the first place.

“Someone offered to buy me a drink t’night,” you mumble, wood scraping against your floorboards. The exhaustion in your voice is palpable.

He has no idea why you’re telling him this.

“I asked f’r bourbon,” you breathe, shaky, “on the rocks, because—”

That’s what he always got, what he introduced to you when you asked him why he likes it so much. 2 ounces of bourbon for a ball of ice, with time as an aid, mellowing its intensity to flavors of smoky caramel, vanilla, and a touch of spice.

He gives a lowly hum, swirling the drink in front of him.

“Was it good?”

(The drink, the date. The potential new guy.)

There’s silence on the other end of the line, too long to be considered thoughtless. His watch counts the seconds.

“Not as,” you finally answer.

Another bout of silence.

He wonders what you look like, if you’re wearing that lipstick you know is his favorite; if you still smell like the closest thing he’s ever had to a home. Do you still keep an extra handkerchief in your purse? That obnoxious cow print he now uses to remind him of the life he used to know?

You sniffle.

“You fucked me up, Kento.”

He knows.

“How c’n you say this… is what’s best f’me when it hurts this much?” you hiccup, a sob caught in your throat.

When Nanami ended things with you, he gave himself 30 minutes. Any less, he would have regretted it, and any more, he would have taken it all back.

“Y’re so unfair,” you breathe out shakier than the last, broken more than anything, “din’t ev’n ask me what I wanted.”

He knows.

And he supposes he deserves this, aching at the way you fall apart on the line.

He takes another sip, longer and fuller, dragging out his gulp.

“I still love you,” you weep, voice unsteady, “and I f’cking hate you for that, y’know?”

Your words burn more than the alcohol down his throat.

His eyes start to sting, brown glossing over. There was a time when your ‘I love you’s’ gave him reason to wake up in the morning; when they got him through the day and lulled him to sleep at night.

But this one, this time, he knows, will haunt him for the rest of his life.

(He’s never wanted anything more than to say it back to you, right now.)

“I apologize.” the words come out stiff, squeezed out as he puts down his glass.

“I know,” you scoff, managing a chuckle while sniffling, “like that’ll do ‘nythin though.”

Nanami clenches his jaw, fingers tightening around his drink. You always were the perfect bite to his snark, acknowledging things straight up, as is.

And you always had a hunch of how things would end up.

You know that this call is pointless, that he won’t take you back by the end of it. You also know that each and every one of his decisions comes from a series of calculated predictions, that once he makes up his mind, there’s no changing it. You know how Nanami works, that he moves in numbers.

Except, you never know his reasons—that the truth of all this is that he’s sworn to himself that he’ll be good to you. There’s no point being with an empty man, and dragging you into the dangers of sorcery would be cruel, even more unfair to you.

The line is quiet for a while, filled only with your attempts at steadying your breathing.

“Did you drink enough water?” he asks, a little out of nowhere but completely in place.

You snort, pushing back your chair, “Shouldn’t say things like that,” your footsteps are picked up by the mic, “makes it sound like y’care.”

He hears you gulp a glass down on the line, lips curling into a sad smile.

“D’me a favor?” you slur, followed by a yawn.

He hums.

“Stay on ‘til I fall’sleep?”

And for once, he doesn’t think so hard about it. This small thing can’t possibly skew the damage he’s already caused you.

“Okay.”

A creak sounds from your end, the sofa you both used to spend your weekends on; it’s been thoroughly broken in, love seeping through each crevice and dip. It’s selfish, but he hopes you still feel him through it—giving you a safe place to rest, soft and tender in keeping you close when he can’t.

You shuffle, pillows muffling the microphone as you move around; then you mumble, sleep-laden, “Don’t forget to turn the lights off.”

It shouldn’t affect him this much, but the reminder calls back every instance you’ve ever said it to him: whispers over his shoulder, while dragging your feet away from his home office; a peck to the tip of his ear before nuzzling his neck while he reads; a shout from your bed, for him to hear within the echoes of the bathroom walls.

You both have terrible sleep from odd hours at the office, but nightmares have always persisted with him more. Turning off the lights was a reassurance, a quiet ‘I love you’—a reminder that it was okay to fall asleep, you’d be there when he wakes.

His eyes zero in on the light switch to his right, humming his response.

The call runs for 31 minutes.

a/n: other tidbits i wasn't able to include—reader is able to hold liquor well, and used to drink with nanami often but doesn't understand the appeal of his preferred drinks; reader is able to go head-to-head with nanami's personality but is also a lot more vibrant and loud; reader also doesn't know about the jujutsu world (in case it wasn't obvious). i also envision nanami becoming less himself towards the end of their relationship, which is also when he starts considering going back to sorcery.

thank you notes: big thank you to @augustinewrites for half-mothering this fic 🥺 what would i do without your sad ideas and songs to match!! and to @mysugu and @soumies for ofc!! listening to me talk abt this all the time lol

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

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https-songmingi · 1 month

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PAIRING —Seonghaw x reader

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, sexual language, link

Minors do not interact

✧.* Picnic Date ✧.*

➛ Link

Y/N gasped, her eyes widening in surprise before she looked down at Seonghaw's hand sliding down her pants. Her heart raced as she felt the cool breeze brush against her flushed cheeks and the warmth of the sun on her back.

She gripped onto the blanket underneath them, trying to keep herself grounded as his fingers traced along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her breath hitched when he finally found his way between her legs and began to gently tease her folds.

She bit her lip to muffle any noise that might escape but moaned softly nonetheless, feeling the heat spread through her body like wildfire.

"Seonghaw..." she called his name, her voice hoarse with desire. She arched her hips into his touch, needing more contact. His fingers were surprisingly skilled, teasing and probing at just the right spots to make her squirm with pleasure.

As he continued to play with her, she let out small whimpers of delight that were quickly drowned out by the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind.

The taste of strawberries lingered on their lips from where they'd been nibbling on them earlier, sweet and tart mixed together. The sun shone brightly overhead, casting long shadows across the grassy knoll they lay upon.

The soft hum of insects filled the air, adding an almost sensual background music to their intimate moment. Y/N could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead despite the light breeze that tousled through their hair; it made Seonghaw's hand feel cool against her heated skin.

He leaned in closer to whisper against Y/N's ear "Shh, pretty girl." His voice was a soft whisper in her ear, his breath tickling her skin as he teased her. "Don't make a sound. I don't want anyone to hear us."

Seonghaw's whisper sent shivers down Y/N's spine, making her nipples harden even more under the thin fabric of her shirt.The thrill of possibly being caught only heightened her arousal, and she bit her lip harder to stifle a moan. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of his skilled fingers teasing her clit, circling it in slow, lazy motions that were driving her insane.

"I-I'm trying," she breathed out, her words coming out in a hushed pant. "It's just... it feels so good..."

Seonghaw chuckled lightly, the vibrations of his laughter sending shivers down her spine. "That's the plan." He quickened his pace slightly, and Y/N's hips bucked upward involuntarily. Heat pooled between her thighs as he continued to work his magic, rubbing her clit in slow circles while sliding a finger inside her wet entrance at the same time. It was almost too much for Y/N to handle.

Their surroundings faded away as Y/N's vision blurred, replaced by a kaleidoscope of colors. The sky above them swirled in her mind's eye - purples and blues and fiery reds, like an ocean set ablaze. Her breathing became ragged as the sensations Seonghaw elicited in her body became too much to bear.

Y/N's toes curled, digging into the grass beneath her as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter. Seonghaw must have sensed her impminent release, because he slid another finger inside her alongside the first, stretching her deliciously as he continued to manipulate her clit.

"Seonghaw... I..."

"Shh, shh," he soothed, his voice like a balm on her fevered skin. "Let it go, baby girl. I've got you."

And with those words, Y/N's world shattered into a million pieces. White-hot pleasure consumed her entire being as she came undone in Seonghaw's arms.

Her cries were muffled By Seonghaw’s lips as he pressed a deep kiss to her lips, effectively muffling her moans as her body shook and trembled in his arms . His tongue invaded her mouth, swirling around hers in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers inside her.

The climax was so intense that Y/N saw stars behind her eyelids. It felt like an eternity before the world around them came back into focus.

Panting, Y/N's eyes fluttered open, meeting Seonghaw's dark orbs alight with desire and satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, slowly, sensually licking every drop of her essence off them before smirking at her.

"Delicious."

©️https-song mingi

Minors do not interact

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mrsharrington83 · 4 months

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Code Blue

Summary; The aftermath leaves Y/N second guessing everything in her life. Losing friends and witnessing her boyfriend of two years getting closer to his ex is enough to push her over the edge. Will they be able to pull themselves out of this hole that’s darker than the Upside Down itself? (For the sake of this fic, what happened at the end of the last episode of season 4 hasn’t yet happened)

Warnings; usual Stranger Things, things. Swearing, blood, injury, alcohol consumption, mentions of death and suicidal thoughts. If any of this is triggering, please don’t read.

A/N; I haven’t written anything in so long! It’s a long fic! 6.5K words, my longest on here yet. I apologise if this is bad, I’ve just been in a writing mood so thought I’d let out a lot of angst and fluff (we love it) I am a British writer (England) so sorry if things don’t make sense to you! Thank you for stopping by, hopefully my writing streak stays strong. Requests are always open. Love to all xoxo

The aftermath of the supposed earthquake had everyone second guessing. Some people left, other people were packing to leave. Having known what really went down, you sat in silence staring into your vanity mirror as everyone else you knew went to help the community at Hawkins High.

You just couldn’t stomach it. Cuts and grazes over your skin, tiredness evident in your eyes, your hair still clumped with dirt from the Upside Down, dried blood. You hadn’t even showered yet. You didn’t know how to process anything that had happened over the past 72 hours. You were accustomed to this kind of thing having it been a big part of your life for the past few years, the most recent battle however, took the biscuit.

Small Polaroid pictures littered around the back wall of your desk. Smiles, memories, better times. Max and Dustin when she stole his cap. They were in mid laugh so it was blurred a bit, but a happy memory that was stuck in time. That same Max was now in hospital, fractured bones, blind, unresponsive. Not laughing and joking with her friends, not happy, not anything. Doctors didn’t know if she’d ever wake. She was such a selfless soul, way beyond her years, but still so young. Too young. You all were.

Pictures of the group, you and your boyfriend Steve. A picture of you and Eddie during a D&D game. His hair all over the place, tongue sticking out, you laughing, Dustin in the background pulling a stupid face.

Memories.

Eddie.

Your best friend.

Gone.

Just like that.

He didn’t run this time, and fuck. You really wished he did.

The tick of your small clock dragged you away from the pictures, the light ticking mocking you, “shut up! Shut the fuck up!” you screamed from deep in your lungs, a howl so painful from your chest, putting what was left of your strength and upset from the past few weeks into knocking the blasted thing to the floor, hearing the glass and mechanics hit the floor in one swoop. It was a gift from Eddie one Christmas as you were pretty much always late. Bittersweet.

Guilt built in your stomach as you stood up fast, pushing your stool back with your legs, failing to the floor, cupping the bits of broken glass as sobs wracked your body, not realising your hands were clenched around the shards, the all too familiar claret running through the lines in your palm and down your fingers, dripping into a pool on the wooden flooring of the bedroom.

Your breathing hitched as you remembered Eddie die in your arms, the way blood trickled from his mouth. The look of pure terror on his face. He knew he was dying, but he kept it together till the very end for the sake of you and Dustin. His best friends, the people that were there for him no matter what everyone else was saying. You didn’t want to believe it. Dustin’s screams and sobs as the light left his eyes. You saw them gloss over. The way you both shook him, screamed into his ear, telling him not to leave you both behind. Your hands covered in blood. His blood.

Dropping the bits of glass on the floor, you pushed your feet and newly cut hands against the floor, the small slitters of glass that were still on your palm slicing deeper into your flesh until your back met the wall, your hands and body shaking, the tightness in your chest getting worse and you struggled to fill your lungs with air. You felt like you were about to pass out.

The past 72 hours had been, by far, the worst time of your life. You’d witnessed what you thought was your boyfriend of two years get closer to his ex, eyes can be deceiving, but there was something in his own eyes that glimmered whenever he spoke to Nancy, deep down you always wondered what Steve saw in you. Maybe you were just a knock off version of Nancy. Someone to keep him grounded in all of this. A warm body to forget all the wrongdoing in the world. Someone he knew cared about him. Perhaps more than he cared for you. You didn’t know that of course, it was just what your mind was telling you.

Your best friend had died for a town that hated him, Max, the girl who had adopted you as a cooler older sister after Billie died was lying in a hospital bed with the looming same fate, Vecna was still out there somewhere and you were sure there was even more danger on the horizon.

Even after everything that happened, your mum hadn’t bothered coming home. She was always away with her new man for weeks on end. She had called up one night before the phone lines cut out to make sure the house was still standing after witnessing the news, but other than that all you got was, ‘with everything that’s happened in Hawkins, I’m going to stay with carl for another few weeks, maybe more. Be careful out there.’”

You’d never felt more alone. You didn’t blame your friends or Steve. They wanted to help out, of course they did. You did too, but you were in no way the right frame of mind to be seeing people crying for their loved ones, talking to people that had lost others whilst you were reeling from losing your own.

You pulled yourself off the floor with great difficulty. It felt like you had a ton of bricks weighed down on you. Metaphorically speaking, you did. Though it wasn’t bricks, it was the weight of hurt and anger, of death piling up one by one. “Get yourself together Y/N. get your fucking self together.” Rummaging through your dresser, careful not to get blood on everything, you pulled out some comfortable lounge clothes that were bigger in size, purposely avoiding one of Steve’s t-shirts as you dragged yourself to the bathroom.

Putting down the toilet seat, you placed your clothes and rinsed your hands under the cold tap. Water on open cuts made you wince, but at least you felt something other than emotional pain. Watching your fresh blood mix with water and into the sink like a mini whirlpool was almost mesmerising. Picking out the last few shards of glass making the water redder with each bit. You were lucky water was still running. There were some parts of Hawkins that had no water.

Turning the dial on the shower you undressed. Peeling your clothes from your skin. Clothes you wouldn’t bother to wash. They would go straight in the bin. You had enough awful reminders on that night, you didn’t need more. Stepping into the shower, careful not to slip, you submerged yourself in warm, running water and closed your eyes, feeling old blood, mud and debris leave your tired body.

Steve had come home early, with both of your parents almost always being away you basically lived with each other. When your mum was away, he’d stay with you and if his parents were away, you’d stay with him. He had his own keys to your place, and you had your own to his.

Steve kicked his shoes off in the hallway, tiredness in his bones. The house was silent apart from the sound of water from the shower, you were at least out of bed. When Steve left this morning you were curled up in a ball with covers over your head, blocking out the world. He leant down and burrowed his head in your blankets kissing the top of your head, saying how much he loved you and that he’d be back as soon as he’d helped out in Hawkins High, with a running car it was easier for him to pick up robin and bundle Dustin, Will and Mike in the back of along with all the supplies, it was a squeeze, but not a long drive and with everything that had happened, the kids didn’t mind being on top of each other, breathing, alive. In truth, Steve didn’t want to get out of bed either. His temples ached, his bones felt heavy and the wounds he had were still throbbing, not letting him forget about the events.

He sighed and flopped onto the sofa, leaning his head back hoping to get the knots out of the muscles in his neck, tension. He didn’t want to disturb you in the shower, even though all he wanted to do was bury his face in your hair, your skin, breathe in the only place he felt safe, the only thing that made sense to him. Seeing everyone at Hawkins High, the missing persons post filled with faces he knew, faces he didn’t, the heartbreak of all of Hawkins. All he wanted was you, but instead he just sat there.

You pressed your head against the cool tiles in the bathroom as you turned off the shower, the familiar car engine shutting off in the drive, you knew Steve was back, yet you didn’t think you could see him face to face yet. You breathed out heavily and stepped out of the shower pulling a towel from the back of the door, wrapping it around yourself and another for your hair. Red staining the white cotton as you’d opened old wounds as well as your still bleeding palms that stung. You bent down to get the first aid kit from under the sink as you got to work on your wounds. You at least looked cleaner, your split lip and eyebrow not looking as bad now you’d washed, half of these injuries you didn’t even know when you’d got them, from fighting demobats to being thrown across the floor by Eddie when you tried to help, bruises from being pulled away from your friend as his lifeless body lay motionless, wounds from yourself from hitting the wall in desperation. You looked how you felt. Completely broken. You wrapped bandages around your hands and left it at that. Drying off and throwing oversized clothes on, you reached for the door handle, your hand visibly shaking.

Going back into your room you sighed at the mess. Somewhat thankful that Steve had stayed downstairs. Glass and blood everywhere. You grabbed a dustpan and a brush from a small closet next to the bathroom as well as the small towel you used for your hair, sweeping up the small shards of glass and discarding them in a small bin next to your bed. Wiping the claret up with the small towel and putting that in the bin too. You sat on the end of your bed once again staring at the pictures behind your vanity desk.

“Y/N?” Steve called up the stairs noting that the shower had been turned off for a while, worry lacing his voice. You could hear it.

“Yeah, I’m coming down.” You stood up and dragged yourself to the top of the landing. You could just throw yourself down the stairs and hope for the best. Hope you’d have an ounce of peace from your racing mind, but you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t bring yourself to take yourself over that edge, to make the people that cared about you lose another. You’d all lost too much. Begrudgingly you walked down the stairs, the illuminating light from the sun almost blinding you, you’d been living in darkness for the past few days, being in the Upside Down and then closing all the curtains upstairs as soon as you’d got back home. You’d almost forgotten how bright daylight could be.

Steve was waiting in the kitchen for you, his eyes visibly glowing when you walked into the room, as though you lit up the small space when you stepped in. A smile tugged on your lips that suddenly dropped when you remembered he was looking at Nancy exactly the same not too long ago. The same nagging thoughts you had earlier pulling you back. Knock off version of Nancy. Now that Johnathan was back, of course he came running back to you. Steve looked down to your hands and frowned, he didn’t remember you hurting your hands so much they needed bandaging,

“Sweetheart? What happened?” Steve was by your side in an instant his hands gently over yours as he inspects the bandages,

“I dropped some glass, not a big deal. Just got a little cut up in the process of cleaning it up.” You lied through your teeth, you couldn’t be bothered to talk about Eddie again and how you’d broken the last gift he would ever give to you out of anger. Steve continued to look at your hands, careful not to disturb the bandages around them,

“Do you want me to have a look? I can bandage these a bit better for you, make sure there’s no glass and...” you cut him off with a, ‘I’m fine.’ And pulled your hands away from his warmth, Steve looked a little deflated, but understood. All of you had patched each other up countless times that it was almost routine now, you’d learnt how to stitch wounds, what ointments and antiseptics to use, you basically had a mini pharmacy under your sink for things that people would never believe.

“Honestly, I’m fine Steve.” You forced a smile and went round the Kitchen Island feeling his eyes burning through you. Your house wasn’t the biggest, it was snug. The kitchen was weirdly one of the bigger rooms and probably the nicest, it was one of the only rooms your mum put any effort into before she started gallivanting around the globe. It was bright with several flowers littering the windowsills, yellow lace curtains to match some of the décor. How the flowers hadn’t died yet, you didn’t know. You never watered them.

You and the rest of the group had spent ample time in this kitchen cooking cookies and brownies for movie night, Max and Lucas always managing to burn popcorn, Steve rushing to open windows and flail a tea towel at the fire alarm to stop it beeping whilst Robin was toppling over laughing at Dustin with brownie mix all over his mouth, You’d also spent ample time in here with the older lot of the group, your mum had quite the alcohol stash. Probably enough to open a bar downtown. From several different bottles of vodka, gin, whiskey to wine, beer, cider and god knows what other potent liquid that did the job, which is exactly what you were heading for now.

Steve was slumped against one of the dining chairs as he watched you move around the island, he knew exactly what cabinet you were riffling through, “Ahhh, there it is.” You picked out an unopened bottle of vodka and put it on the side as you went through a different cupboard to pick out a decent glass.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Steve sighed as he watched your every move, “I know things aren’t great at the minute, but we really need to pull together.” You opened the vodka and poured a small glass, turning around and leaning against the counter with your ankles crossed, the glass of vodka in your hand. You shrugged and took a gulp, the burning from the alcohol igniting your insides.

“Look, sweetheart, please.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, the lack of product evident, no one ever saw Steve walking around with no product in his hair, probably because without it, it was so fluffy and never sat in the right place according to him, “this isn’t the answer, that isn’t going to help. It’s not going to bring...”

“Shut up!” you screeched, smashing the glass back onto the counter, thankfully not breaking it, “you think I don’t know that, Steve? For goodness sake! How stupid do you think I am?!” Steve is taken aback, he’s over stepped a line and he knows it, “I know it’s not going to bring Eddie back it’s not going to stop what’s going on here,” you look around the room, “it’s not going to stop Max from being in hospital, it’s not going to stop those poor kids dreaming about what happened over and over again, how fucked they’re going to be in years’ time if they even make it that far, from losing countless people and battling these things over and over again, but maybe, just maybe it will stop my racing thoughts, the hurt, the anger, the resentment I have for this stupid fucking town for five goddamn minutes, okay?! everything is falling apart at the seams, we’ve all lost so much, I even thought you were getting cosy with Nancy again!” you bite your tongue getting caught up in the rift, Steve looked towards you bewildered. You turn back to the vodka bottle, filling your glass halfway, drinking it down like water and filling it up again, “I’m not asking you to understand Steve, I’m not even asking you to deal with this, you know where the fucking door is.”

Steve stood up from the table and walked over to you slowly, turning you to face him, moving the hair that had fallen so effortlessly over your features, “I love you Y/N, whatever you thought you saw between me and Nancy was not that. I’m happy for her and Johnathan, really. I’m so glad were now with the right people, the people who ground us and make this stupid crazy life worth living, you’re my muse. I would never do that to you, sweetheart. Not ever,” moving his hands over your covered arms, to your hands, holding them gently in his, “I’m not going anywhere Y/N, just please, I don’t want to lose you too. I can’t.”

You looked Steve dead in the eyes, his glassed over, tears threatening to fall. The beautiful honey eyes you’d got lost in time and time again, “Maybe you already have.” His hands let go of yours as he visibly slumped, and took a step back, you might as well have been holding a gun, a bullet to his chest with the way he was looking at you. Turning your back to him, your own tears threatening to fall, you grabbed the bottle again unscrewing the cap, pouring yourself another glass.

“What do you mean?” Steve is silent again, his presence still behind you, feelings of uncertainty heavy in the air, “Y/N, look at me please...” the defeat in his voice made you feel awful, this was your boyfriend of two years, the person that had stayed by your side that whole time, through everything. The good times and the bad, the way you both laughed, the random dates he took you on, sometimes even after work, some of which ended up being group outings as one of the kids had seen you both and then got on the walkie talkies as quickly as possible, they ended up calling that ‘code blue’ as the first time it happened Steve was in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, the movie nights, the late night talks, walks, your safety net, the countless jokes that weren’t even funny. Helping him with his hair, the days he was sick and you’d take care of him, and the days he would do exactly the same back for you. He never faltered, he was always brave, always stayed strong for you, for everyone, but here he was, seconds away from breaking down. A painful ache in his voice that cut you in half, the same ache breaking the last pieces of your heart that were still intact, you wiped your tears away with the back of your sweater, turning around to see Steve once more, pain drowning his features,

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do this anymore.” he sucked in a shaky breath as a sob broke from his lips. Pain. Pain that you had caused. You finished your glass of vodka, keeping your back to Steve, you couldn’t watch him break, you couldn’t see the sadness and heartache on his face. As if he hadn’t been through enough recently,

“Y/N, please,” his voice was low, strained, as though he was bleeding out on the spot behind you, “don’t do this, we can get through this, we can get through anything, please just don’t...” you turned round to Steve his eyes visibly blood shot probably from tiredness and the tears that were free flowing down his cheeks,

“I’m sorry Steve.” You walked past him, a slight sway to your walk from too much alcohol in a short space of time on an empty stomach as you tackled the stairs, all you wanted to do was sleep, before you even got half way up the stairs you heard the front door close causing you to stop on the spot, your own sobs now tearing way through your body, this pain was tearing you apart, so much loss, but you had caused this last one.

You found yourself sitting on the end of your bed looking at the pictures behind your desk once again, would you ever feel that kind of happiness again or was this the new norm? A burning hole in the middle of your chest that was once whole and pushed together in the shape of the people you loved. All of those memories seemed like a lifetime ago, how time and life could be fleeting, oh how you took it all for granted.

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Two weeks had passed.

Two long weeks.

Probably the longest two weeks of your life.

In those two weeks you’d had almost everyone knock on your door, mainly Robin and Dustin, “Y/N, open this door right now or I promise you I’ll put a brick through your window and climb in there myself.” Dustin shouted as he looked through the small glass patterns on the front door for signs of movement, “I’m not joking Y/N.” Dustin looked around your drive and picked up half a brick, “ten seconds, Y/N!” finally he saw movement and put the brick down on the grass, you opened the door and huffed,

“Dustin, every day for two weeks, ae you not bored yet?” He pushed you aside gently and kicked his shoes off before throwing himself onto the sofa and turning on the small TV as if he lived there, “and how can I be of assistance today?” you stood in the doorway of the living room, you no longer had the bandages on your hands, the cuts on your hands were hardly visible now, your other physical injuries were also doing much better, some might not even scar, not that you cared about a bit of scarring,

“You look like shit,” Dustin looked back at you and scoffed, he wasn’t wrong, you’d been wearing the same kind of clothes for two weeks, anything you could get your hands on. Mix matched sweats and sweaters, sometimes Steve’s t-shirts, on a very rare occasion you treated yourself by wearing a pair of jeans. Your usual full of life hair was lifeless and scraggly from the lack of brushing, your eyes blood shot from lack of sleep, red lips from gnawing at them constantly,

“Well, love you too, Dustin,” you rolled your eyes and went to the kitchen fetching juice and cookies on a tray, “so what is it today?” Dustin cleared his throat and made his way into the kitchen, taking a few cookies off the tray as he took a seat around the table drinking juice you’d bought specially for him,

“It’s Steve,” your breathing hitched as you looked to the floor, biting at your already raw lips, you pulled a second chair out and sat opposite Dustin, taking your own cookie and nibbling at it. You hadn’t eaten well for two weeks now,

“What about him?” you took a swig of your own juice and sit looking towards your younger friend,

“Don’t give me that, Y/N. I know you still care, Robin tells me things, y’know, and you’re not someone that doesn’t care about people,” Dustin shook his head, “this act is bullshit, Y/N. Steve is over there wondering what he did wrong, what he can do to help you, he’s broken, Y/N and none of us can get through to him, ne needs you and you need him and we need you both. We need our kick ass non babysitters back. We need to stick together. We can’t all break otherwise what do we have?” you bit the inside of your cheek letting Dustin talk, you had been unfair, everything in this world was so wrong and you were breaking the only good thing in it,

“I’m scared, Dusty,” you looked to him and he nodded, not wasting time to eat more cookies, all the kids loved your cookies,

“We all are, Y/N. you know this isn’t over right?” you looked down knowingly and started to play with the patterned table cover, “Steve needs you, I need you, we all need you. You know Eddie wouldn’t want this right?” you breathed deeply at the mention of his name, “you’re the bravest person he knew, he told me, and do you know what else?” you looked up from the table, “he loved you and Steve together, he saw how happy he made you and that’s what he wanted for you. He wanted you to be happy.” You sighed, breath shaky as a tear fell from your lashes onto the tablecloth you were playing with moments before,

“Well he got one thing wrong, he was the bravest.” Dustin put his hand over yours and gave it a light squeeze,

“Please just come and see Steve? Everyone is round there trying to cheer him up and he looks just as shit as you, if not more. If you don’t come with me, the others are going to try one by one, I’m the nicer one.” He stood up from the table, hopeful,

“Dustin I can’t,” disappointment clouded his eyes, “I can’t go over there empty handed, help me make some cookies?” the usual toothy grin from Dustin was back, one you hadn’t seen for a such a long time, one that made your heart swell. You loved those kids so much and you’d do anything to protect them, you felt bad for wallowing in in your own self-pity when everyone you cared about was going through the exact same thing as you. You’d nearly lost the one thing that made sense and you were going to try and not let that slip any further. You and Dustin got to work on the cookies, not failing to get flour all over the surface and yourselves. Once the cookies were in the oven and cooking, you looked over to Dustin, “Keep an eye on the cookies for me? I’m going to try and sort this out a bit,” you pointed to your mop of a hair as he grinned and nodded, picking up his walkie as you left the room,

“Guys, it’s Dustin, over.” He waited for the usual static of the walkie patiently as he pressed more buttons hoping to hear from the others,

“Hearing you loud and clear, Dustin, what’s the status, over.” Mike was on the other end, uncertainty in his voice, but hugged by hope, Will, El and even Lucas in the background hugging over the other walkie talkie hoping for a shred of good news. Max was still in hospital, though in good hands. There was hope that she’d still wake up, she was strong and a fighter. Lucas sat by her bedside every chance he got, but he too needed fresh air sometimes, to see his friends. Being cooped up waiting for someone to wake up wouldn’t do anyone any good if it was constant. Same four walls day in, day out. It took some time for him to realise that however.

“Guys, we have ourselves a code blue. Over.” Dustin chimed excitedly as the rest of the youngsters screamed in joy, they were out of ear shot from Steve and Robin, all around the pool as it was such a lovely day in Hawkins, warm with a light breeze hitting the trees and pool every now and then causing small ripples, birds still chirping. Even amidst all the uncertainty and heartache, life could be beautiful.

You looked into the mirror having put a little bit of makeup on, an extreme rarity for you with everything that had gone on the past few years, you’d finally put a brush through your washed hair and changed into something more you, high waisted jeans, a black t-shirt and a light denim jacket you could take off if you wanted, you felt the warmth through the bathroom window as you looked at yourself in the mirror once more, “presentable.” You could smell cookies downstairs signalling Dustin had kept to his word and kept an eye on then, not letting them burn. You hurried down the stairs with a skip to your step and twirled to Dustin who was standing in the hall with a cookie jar in hand, ready to pack them once they’d cooled a little,

“There’s the Y/N I know! Yes!” Dustin fist bumped the air with his free hand wishing the cookies would cool down faster. You gathered your shoes and a small bag to put your keys and anything else you needed in,

“what if he doesn’t want to see me?,” you stopped in your tracks, looking at Dustin unsure, “what if I’ve hurt him too much and he never wants to see me again?” you play with the hem of your denim jacket, backtracking, wondering if this was a good idea after all,

“you’re the only person he wants to see, Y/N. we just invite ourselves in and he’s too nice to tell us to get out,” you shake your head,

“You know that isn’t true, he loves you guys as much as I do, even if he’s in the worst mood possible, he’d always rather have you guys around, you know that,” Dustin nodded, putting the cooler cookies into the jar sealing them tightly, “did you bike over here?” you questioned as Dustin shook his head,

“I didn’t,” he grinned and dug his hand in his back pocket, pulling Steve’s car keys out and waving them in your face, “he doesn’t know, obviously,” Dustin shrugged as you shook your head and put your head in your hand laughing in disbelief, a real laugh, something you forgot you could do,

“Dustin! You could have caused an accident!” you tried to sound serious over your laughing that just wouldn’t stop,

“well, you don’t see many cars on the road these days after what happened, maybe people are too scared,” he shrugged once more, “not me, now. Let’s gooooo!” Dustin ran for the front door, cookies in hand, and his small backpack you didn’t realise he had draped over a shoulder,

“Ahhh. Not so fast, keys!” you extended your hand to Dustin, Steve absolutely loved that car, sometimes you wondered if he loved that car more than you and okay, Dustin got there safely, but now he was in your care he wouldn’t be driving that thing,

“Spoil sport,” he ginned as he handed you the keys stepping out into the outside. You took a deep breath. The smell of the outside you hadn’t seen in weeks. The light breeze through your hair the sun tingling against your skin, butterflies and birds, nature. Things you hasn’t stopped to look at for such a long time, “earth to Y/N,” you shook your head and walked towards the car, opening it for you both.

You hadn’t driven in forever, was it something you could forget? Fastening your seatbelt, making sure Dustin did the same, starting the car and opening the windows, you pulled the sun visor down, a small Polaroid falling onto your lap. You turned it around to see a picture of you and Steve, your heart beating against your chest as you ran your finger over the photo. It was the first one you took together, before you were even official. Halloween 1984. That stupid party, the night Steve and Nancy broke up. You found Steve crying on the back step, you spent the rest of the night trying to cheer him up. One too many beers, weed and a stupid camera, “he kept it...” Dustin looked up at you as you put the photo in the dashboard opposite Dustin,

“Of course he did, he keeps everything,” you didn’t know that, you didn’t say anything further as you pulled off the drive, it wasn’t a long drive. It was actually an easy enough walk, you didn’t live far from Steve. The nights he would randomly turn up at your house and throw pebbles at the window even though no one else was in the house, small memories making you smile.

The drive was quiet, Dustin looking out the window the whole way there, your heart still hammering against your chest, would people be happy to see you, would they hate you, would things be the same, what the fuck were you going to say to Steve? Pulling onto his drive, things got too real, you heard laughter from the other younger people of the group outside as you locked up the car, Dustin rushing to the back gate with cookies, though before he could you were tackled by El, Mike, Will and Lucas, “Y/N OH MY GOD YOU’RE HERE!” mike exclaimed as you laughed with the kids, some of them sopping wet from the pool, of course they still loved you, “we all missed you so much, it’s so good to see you” you ruffled everyone’s hair, something you always used to do when they were younger, something you still hadn’t stopped, tears in your eyes, you smiled, for once they weren’t sad tears,

“I’ve missed you all so much, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, I’m sorry I haven’t been stronger for you all.” They all hugged you tighter, understanding, when did they all grow up?

“we all understand,” Lucas looks at you empathetically, “Max would want us all together, so would Eddie,” you hugged them all just that little bit tighter as they lead you into the back gate, not much had changed in Steve’s back yard except the grass was unkempt, the pool still clean somehow, “we will let you talk to Steve now,” you took a deep breath and looked towards the back sliding doors Robin leaning against them smiling as she ran out to hug you,

“Oh praise the heavens you’re here, I cannot deal with him in there for one minute longer,” you looked towards robin apologetically and she shook her head, “none of that, Y/N. Go see him, bring our Steve back, yeah?” she smiled and sat next to the kids, stealing one of the cookies you made.

You made your way into the house, the house that had so many different memories, you kicked your shoes off and put them where you always do before poking your head into the living room, Steve’s back was towards you as he was staring at the TV something you guessed he’d been doing for the past couple weeks, a lot like you really. His hair was too dishevelled and free of product, but oh fuck did he look like home. “If you’re there to try get me outside in the pool again, Robin I swear to fuck I will change the locks on this house.” He signed defeated and tuned round, his pupils dilating, shock on his face, the evident bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, “Y/N?” he scrambled off the sofa as fast as he could, scared you were a figment of his imagination, “is... is it really you? You’re here...” he stood opposite, reaching out to you,

“Steve...” tears welled in your eyes, “I am so, so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, I didn’t want what I said, I was so lost in my own mind,” he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, “please forgive me, I’m so sorry,” you pulled away to look at him, tears in his own eyes as he brushed your free falling ones away with his thumb, “I love you so much, I was so scared of losing you too that I fucked up and lost you anyway,” he pulled you back into him, the smell of cedar, bergamot and a slight hint of cigarette smoke, home.

“You didn’t lose me, sweetheart. I love you, more than anything,” he pulled you into him, lips crashing together, cola Popsicle and a small hint of your home cooked cookies that Dustin must have been bringing to him secretly. Everyone loved your cookies. He pulled away and smashed his lips against yours again over and over, the taste of salt now from both of your tears, small lazy kisses planted all over your mouth as he pulled away, your lips slightly swollen, his honey eyes full of life once more, he was never going to let you go. He pulled you flush with his body, your head resting against his chest, as he ran his fingers through your hair, “you’re my home, Y/N. Wherever you are. That’s home to me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, okay?” you kissed him again, your cherry chapstick smearing over both of your mouths,

“you’re my home too, Mr. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington,” you looked up to him, a smile on your face, no longer crying as you knocked your hip with his. The emptiness in your heart glazing over a little, the pieces of your broken heart slowly reconnecting, the feeling of life, love, family.

“Have you seen my hair right now?” he ran a hair though it, washed, but lifeless. “Give me a minute, yeah? Put a movie on.” He kissed you softly before sprinting out of the room. You sat on the sofa you’d sat on countless times as you went through old rentals that would probably never be returned as the video store was one of the places to be destroyed, you placed a VHS in the TV as Steve bounded down the stairs, his hair no longer lifeless and messy, but perfect. Your smile so big your jaw could dislocate, “better? The hair is back,” he grinned and jumped over you on the sofa, “Return of the Jedi? One of my favourites.” He pulled your legs over his lap, both of you draped over the sofa like nothing had changed, his hands caressing your knee, smiles not leaving either of your faces.

“GUYS, CODE BLUEEEE.” Dustin shouted from behind the sofa as everyone else bundled in, “and look at that, Farrah Fawcett spray,” Dustin grinned,

“That’s top secret, dude!” Steve shook his head, a genuine laugh falling from his mouth as everyone pulled blankets and cushions around themselves, your cookies in hand. A good old fashioned movie night, things were going to be okay, you looked over to Steve, his eyes glistening as he squeezed your leg. The people you chose as family, Robin in the corner of the room beaming for the both of you. Both of her best friends back together, where they belong. There was a long road ahead for all of you, but at least you’d always face these things together. You were all so much stronger together. A team. A family.

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evilkennedy · 1 year

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leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ only please! there's a bit of angst but leon eats reader out so it's okay

word count: 2.2k+

summary: a sort of confession of feelings ?? idk I just had to write this

Your eyes blurred as the movie you and Leon had been watching droned on in the background of your mind, his feather light touch was the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded as you lost yourself in your thoughts. It wasn’t that the movie wasn’t any good, or that you weren’t happy to be spending time with Leon, in fact, it was the opposite. You were grateful for the shift in your dynamic after the two of you returned from Spain. It wasn’t heavy with the weight of everything that happened, but instead the two of you had become closer than you could have ever imagined, which was difficult to come by. You’d already been relatively close, having known him since before his time in Raccoon City, before either of you had ever had first kisses or first heartbreaks– You’d been friends for the majority of your life, but after almost losing him… and him almost losing you, there was an unspoken change in your relationship. There were more fleeting touches, more worried glances tossed your way by bright blue eyes, you could almost drown in him; in the way that he was concerned for you, if that is what you could even call it. There was something just beneath the surface that had been brewing for quite some time, not only within yourself, but within him too, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. Or maybe you could and you were just too terrified of acknowledging the truth in fear of ruining everything you and Leon had built, the relationship that most would envy, you would die for him and vice versa, so why would this one fickle human emotion get in the way? Still, your heart stuttered in your chest at the mere idea of talking it out with the man that had his arms wrapped around you, hand still delicately tracing circles in your thigh. You wanted to pull away, if only for a moment, the intimacy was too much, no matter how much you ached for it, you weren’t sure that you could allow yourself to bask in it.

“I can almost hear you thinking, sweetheart.” Leon’s voice was husky from lack of use, the two of you had been sitting in silence for quite some time. You shifted slightly, feeling his breath ghosting against your ear. Your proximity is now suddenly at the forefront of your mind and your thoughts come to a halt as you consider a response.

“Always perceptive, aren’t you, Lee?” You tried not to acknowledge what he’d said outright, instead making an attempt to adopt a sort of light tone, but you almost grimace at the way that it doesn’t sound very light in the slightest. You can hear the vulnerability in your own voice and you hated it. You knew that Leon would surely pick up on it as well.

“It’s my job to be perceptive. Wanna tell me what’s on your pretty little mind?” The movie had been long forgotten, just white noise in the background as you lean your head back against him, melting into his comforting touch despite yourself. His hand is now rubbing the top of your thigh, no longer a soft touch against the delicate skin there. It isn’t rough, it’s just different in the way that his hand engulfed a larger space of your body than his fingers once occupied. It was distracting and you were sure that he knew that.

You sigh, “I just… I don’t know. With the jobs we have– I.” You make a somewhat pathetic attempt to articulate your thoughts, suddenly feeling anxious about doing so. It felt ridiculous. You knew that Leon wouldn’t ridicule you for feeling the way that you do, but even after all this time, you weren’t sure that he felt the same or if he felt the same ache in his chest that you did when you thought about losing him.

“I almost lost you, Leon.” Your voice was quiet, but he could still hear you with how close the two of you had been sitting. He stopped moving his hand against your leg for a moment and you worry that you’ve ruined the night by speaking up. You go to amend this by working up an apology, telling him to forget about it, but he spoke before you had the chance.

“And I almost lost you.” He paused, not waiting for you to speak again before he continued, “You know I’ve spent every second since we got back thinking about that moment… when Saddler had control over us and over Ashley and she– She could have killed you in that moment and there wouldn’t have been a damn thing that I could have done to stop it.” You hear him take a shaky breath, you’ve tensed up in his arms but he went back to rubbing circles into your thigh, a grounding measure for the both of you.

You want to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that he can’t blame himself for every tragedy that had occurred during his short lifetime, but before you can, his hand began sliding up your thigh. You gasp, trying not to be obvious about the way his touch affected you, but you knew that he’d heard it, there was no way that he didn’t.

“I don’t want to let you go. I’m… I’m tired of running from this, from you. I was so damn scared of saying I love you or I want you when there are so many other things that should scare me like never being able to tell you how much I need you in my life– to show you that. I know now that it would be an honor, even if you don’t feel the same.” He was still touching you, though the touch had become less soothing and had ignited a burning pit in the center of chest, spreading outward and consuming you entirely. Your breathing sped up, especially as he moved closer to your core, your body quivering beneath his hand in response.

“Say something, please. Anything.” His words aren’t demanding, nor are they desperate, he just wanted to hear you say it back, to say that you needed him just as badly as he needed you. Who would you be to deny him of that? It had been on your mind for entirely too long now and you finally had the opportunity to admit to it, to just say it. It still scared you, but Leon was right. There was one thing you feared more.

“I– God, I do feel the same. I need you. In any way you’ll have me, I love you and I think that I always have.” In response, Leon pressed a delicate kiss against the back of your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, automatically tilting your head to give him more skin to kiss.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that from you.” He pressed another kiss underneath your earlobe this time, nipping at it afterwards, simultaneously moving his hand up to the hem of your pajama pants. You could feel the way his chest heaved against your back as his breathing picked up, mirroring your own as you tingled in anticipation.

“Is this okay?” A finger slid beneath the hem of your pants, but didn’t move any further until you nodded, lips parting as you tried to calm your breathing. Nothing felt anywhere near as good as Leon’s hands felt on you.

“More than okay… Please.” You didn’t know exactly what you were asking for, your best guess was just that you wanted more. You wanted him to touch you, you wanted him to need you, you wanted him to remind you that you made it out of Spain alive and so did he.

That was enough for him to continue, slipping his fingers underneath your pants, gliding a finger against your clothed pussy easily. He let out a small groan before removing his hand altogether, you whimpered at the loss of contact. You could feel the way he was hardening against you and that turned you on impossibly further, you got that reaction from him. Just him touching you was enough to get him hard and you had to squeeze your thighs together at the thought.

You turned to glance at him in question before he moved out from underneath you, readjusting your body so that you were lying against the couch on your back, him kneeling over you. You shivered at how easy it was for him to maneuver you. You whimpered once again, about to murmur his name in complaint before he kissed you, shutting you up entirely.

He pulled away only to press more kisses along your jawline and against your neck as you arched into him. “That’s it sweetheart, don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.” His hands made their way to the hem of your night shirt, quickly making their way underneath the shirt and lifting it up so that he could begin kissing along your chest and stomach, leaving no area untouched by his lips. You gasped as he nipped at your collarbone, lapping at it with his tongue in order to soothe the sting. “Alright?” His voice has dropped in pitch considerably and it makes you squirm beneath him, as does his dark, lust-blown gaze. In this lighting his blue eyes almost looked black and your core burned with need.

“A-Alright.” You nodded, giving him confirmation as he continued on his journey of showing you just how much he needed you. After every press of his lips against your skin, the pit in your stomach only grew larger as you throbbed with need. Leon seemed to sense your impatience as he chuckled, finally lowering himself to where you needed him most at the moment. His hands were at your hips and his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your skin as he began pulling down your pants and underwear. He didn’t even have to ask again if it was okay because you were already arching your back in order to make the process easier for him.

“Eager, aren’t we?” His tone was teasing, but you still threw a glare in his direction as he tossed your clothes to the floor. His eyes immediately landed on your soaked pussy and he groaned.

“This all for me, baby?” He dragged a finger through your folds, gathering up your arousal in a swift motion, bringing his finger up to his mouth to taste you. His eyes never left yours as he did so and you could’ve sworn you were about to cum on the spot if he didn’t hurry up.

“God, I knew you’d taste good. You’re so pretty like this, all for me, huh?” Before you could respond that, yes this is all for you, I’m yours, please please please– He leaned forward, one hand still on your waist to keep your hips down before licking up the length of your pussy, groaning at the taste. The vibration of it was enough to make you grind into him, you had half a mind to be embarrassed about that, but you couldn’t when the only thing that was on your mind was the man going down on you. Fuck, it felt like Heaven and Hell all wrapped into one, something devilishly devine. You moaned, unable to keep from doing so as you buried a hand in his hair.

It didn’t take very long for him to find your clit, circling around it with his tongue expertly, similar to that of a predator circling its prey. The man had a meal to eat and he was certainly going to enjoy every second of it, pulling you closer with his strong grip, forcing you to keep still as he relentlessly lapped and sucked at your clit. You could feel him groaning into you and you could tell he was moving as he ground down into the couch to fuck himself as he fucked you with his tongue.

You pulled at his hair, toes curling into the cushions as his tongue pushed into you, a cry of “Leon!” falling from your lips as he curled his tongue inside of you, nose pushing against your clit as you ground down against him.

“I’m so close, fuck–” That was all you could moan out as your walls clenched around his tongue, cumming intensely against it as he worked you through your high. You squirmed away from him once it felt a bit over stimulating and he got the gist, pulling away from your addictive pussy with your cum coating his nose and chin. He licked his lips and looked at you with heavy lidded eyes.

“Just one more time baby, please. You taste so good, let me make you cum on my tongue again.” He wanted to get absolutely wasted on your pussy. He pressed open mouthed kisses against the inside of your thigh, massaging your hips until you were ready for him to eat you out all over again.

He’d make you cum at least twice more before finally allowing himself to get off.

author’s note: hope y’all enjoyed. yes this is a repost, I got paranoid that no one would see the first

#leon kennedy x reader #re4make #re4 leon #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 smut #resident evil #leon kennedy x you #resident evil leon #idk what else to tag

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reikamasama · 2 months

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𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ? II

Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel X G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; implications of Abuse/Manipulation

Word count ; 5.9K

Summary ; You and Rosie are on an outing together, purchasing clothing and eat a meal together! Little did you know you were about to start a new chapter in your life.

⁀➷Prologue, ꕥ chapter I, ꕥ Chapter II

The grass excels a beautiful green color as it gently flows with the breeze, allowing it to pass through with multiple leaves and petals that have fallen from the mixed trees. The different trees sway softly as they sunbathe underneath the tropical sun. There’s a soft smell of grass and flowers that beams through the air.

The park is as empty as ever— not a sound can be heard. The flower gardens are overgrown and the benches are on their last leg, as vines have taken over the majority of them, painting them in the colors of nature; with the orange slowly but surely fading away.

Your eyes stare at the photo of Minori, Yuki, Rinku and you.. standing in this park on its dock with big smiles on your faces. You look so happy..

They look so happy.. you were at peace when you were with them.

You can still remember the scent from the picture, even if your only looking at it. You smile sadly at your phone, you miss them, you really do but your mother has restricted you from seeing them under the exam-season. Yes, you may have not obeyed that rule as you’ve been meeting them in secret, but it still pained you that you weren’t allowed to be with them.

According to your mother they were ‘bad influences’, due to them not being ‘study motivated’.

You have tried explaining to her that you did help them by tutoring them, she got very angry — or maybe annoyed was the right word? Either way she told you that it would stunt your own development if you needed to assist others all of the time instead of focusing on my own studies. Her claims were ludicrous, but she is your mother after all, and they.. do know best.

Your eyes scan the photo, it looks so cheerful, you were all doing silly little poses while smiling. The matching flowers you all decided to wear in your hair blends very well with the cherry blossom leaves falling in the background of the photo. The screen light is the only thing you can focus on right now, as the ends of your bittersweet smile can only grow.

That day was one of the best days in your life. You were able to clear your head, be away from your studies and you were able to be with your friends. It was an actual dream come true and you wanna go back to that moment.. maybe if you just space out you can relive that moment..

“[Name] what are you looking at, dear?”

Her smile is sweet, offering you your false sense of security like she always does. Or maybe it is real..?

You snap out of your day dreaming state, her voice fills the empty air as she speaks your name. Your vision blurs and you blink helping you regain your vision whilst putting your phone down — looking around.

You are standing in a darkened room, it’s filled with quiet whispers as they look at the different exhibits. Wait.. weren’t you just at home? When did you go to the art exhibit. You can’t seem to remember anything as your eyes fixate of your mother remembering her question.

“Ah, i was just looking at the time”

You pause before you continue,

“I know you allowed me to have a study free day so i could join you at this art exhibit, and i am thankful that you wish for me to broaden my creative mind! So i was only checking the time making sure we didn’t have to go home anytime soon!”

Lies, lies and more lies drip through your teeth, it’s like your whole life is built up on lies. Lies to please her, lies to please your mother. You feel your own body enter a dull state, slowly draining all your emotions like a puppet on a string, your eyes feel more dull, you can barely remember if you have blinked at all.. you force a smile as your eye twitches, luckily your mother didn’t notice.

“I’m glad you are enjoying your time here, honey! How about we take a look at that painting over there?”

She asks you; looking at you expectantly awaiting a response.

“Yes mother, let’s! It looks quite lovely from over here.”

Her face turned into a pleased expression clasping her hands together as she begins to make her way towards the painting. You follow — having your hands intertwined as they sit in front of you. You keep a steady pace as you follow her, hearing a tap with every step you take. You swiftly make your way to a small crowd of people admiring the displayed painting.

You squish yourself into the crowd surrounding the painting. It reeked of perfume, it made your nose scrunch up as you felt the different fragrances collide creating that horrid stench. You look to your right — eyeing your mother before you follow her gaze letting yours land on the painting. It is a very strange piece.? It has a few lines and circles drawn on it. It barely had any variation with shapes or colors, it was a simple painting only using different shades of greens and blues. How do people enjoy this so called ‘art’? It feels empty, there’s no thought or emotion put into that thing.. there’s no message the art is trying to forward, there’s no eye catching features, it’s a whole lot of nothing. At least from what you can tell.

You grow restless.. the painting goes from boring to ugly, you don’t want to see it anymore, no. You want to leave.. standing in the crowd makes you feel nervous, it feels as if a pair of eyes are always on you, the feeling haunts you and sends a shiver down your spine. Despite this spacious room and the fact it’s not filled to the brim with people you still fear that you are being watched, making you feel a need to make no mistake. Make no mistake. You can’t make a mistake. Ever. Never ever. Why is the room so wide.. why is it so dark, why is it so cold..?

You exhale quietly and you swore you were able to see a little cloud form in front of your face due to the chilly air. A voice snaps you out of your strange day dreaming state once again.

“Dear this piece has such value doesn’t it?”

God, you really gotta stop doing this. Your neck snaps towards your mother’s direction, a forced smile stays plastered on your face.

“Yes of course, i liked its creative aspects quite a lot.”

Lies, come on just speak the truth!

“Are you ready to move onto the next piece?”

Yes, you don’t want to be here: you wish for her to let you go home.

“Yes mother!”

You escape the rich scent making your way out of the crowd.

Clack. That sound echoed though the venue as the picture perfect mother and child makes their way to another painting, this one only had a few people admiring it and you mentally relaxed ever so slightly — knowing it won’t have that rich people scent all over the place. Your mother and you finally reach the painting, your eyes land on the colorful canvas and it reminds you of something.

The painting resembles a beautiful flower that’s placed inside of a vase, that is on a cozy wooden table. The flower in itself struck you with such a spesific feeling, like something you’ve seen before. It has such gradient colors and this is something that pulls you in. You could tell that the artist has put their heart and soul into this and there is definitely some kind of message that you might not be able to decipher — but you knew that this painting was something special.. Wait a minute..

It’s as if a puzzle has been solved inside of your brain, a certain piece of said puzzle that has been misplaced finally finds its place. This flower is recognizable due to it being the same flower you and your friends were wearing in the picture! You feel a strange wave of happiness sending throughout your body, you feel like you’re back in control it’s you now, it’s really you. Like the strings have been lifted but you lifted them on your own.

“Oh my god, [Name]? I never knew you were into art, what are you doing here!”

Arms wrap around your shoulders as you hear a chuckle, they spin you around only to lock you in a hug. Your eyes lay upon the figure who’s hugging you, it was the one and only Yuki. She normally isn’t this affectionate, but it’s probably due to the fact you haven’t been able to meet her a lot recently.

“Oh, dear is this a friend of yours?”

You freeze in Yuki’s grip feeling her arms gently let go of you, freeing you from her warm embrace. You don’t want her to meet her, what if she.. disapproved.?

“Yes mother, this is Yuki!”

You pause before you stand in the middle of the two your eyes mostly staying on your mothers.

Her snake eyes — eye Yuki up and down with a judgmental look before her face softens up and she smiles calmly.

“Hello there Yuki, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

⋇⊶⊰ n o ⊱⊷⋇

Your body leans against the oddly comfortable mattress in your newfound room. You had been in Rosie’s care for a few weeks now and you have grown quite fond of her. Rosie has always been such a darling to you, prioritizing your needs over her own. She has helped guide you throughout hell and there’s quite a lot you had to learn.

You made sure to jot down the most important parts in a notebook, just in case. Your fingers trace alongside the surface of the notebook, it had a black cover with a rose on it. Allowing your thumb to fall on the cover of the notebook, opening it.

The first page has the headline ‘Important’ on it. The handwriting was a very readable one, something your mother had taught you from an early age

“Having a presentable writing style will make you stand out above the rest and bring you more job opportunities”

Gosh, you really need to stop thinking about her, she isn’t here anymore. She isn’t here. Is she? You are your own dependent person now, heck Rosie is more of a mother than she ever will be. Your strings have been cut and you are no longer her puppet.

You’re grateful for having Rosie take care of you, really. But the freedom hell was able to provide you was an overwhelming sensation to say the least.

Before you fell down to hell your mother controlled your whole life, from your clothes to the actions you made, it was all things she controlled on your never ending stage.

It was like you were acting in a one man show — creating the most pleasing stage performance to the person you were supposed to love and trust the most.

You were tired, really really tired and you had never taken a notice to this until you got an actual good nights rest your first few days here with Rosie. You were forced to be in bed rest by Rosie, and she was not taking no for an answer. She has brought you meals, decorative items for your room and went to you just to chat about her emporium and other gossip. You listened to her rants, her voice had such emotion, emotion your mother never was able to give you. Rosie and you also had had conversations about the pain in your throat, she made sure to bring you all sorts of foods and drinks trying to help you get better, and within these few weeks it was like you were building up a kind of ‘talk tolerance’. You were now able to hold multiple conversations before your throat gives you the sensation of that sharp pain you felt once you first meet Rosie.

Speaking of Rosie, she wished for you to join her for an outing today.

You weren’t quite sure what the outing was for but you knew she was going to bring you outside of cannibal town, that in itself is a rare occasion. You swing yourself off of the bed letting your feet land on the floor with a quiet ‘thud’. You stand up and stretch, raising your arms towards the ceiling as you let out a yawn, stretching your sore muscles. You let out a satisfied exhale as you walking over to your drawer hearing a creek sound coming from the creaky wooden floors with each step you take.

You slip on some clothing that Rosie has been lending you over these past weeks, they might have been a tad big on you, you didn’t mind though. You took a glance at yourself in the mirror, admiring your demon features before you fix your hair making you look presentable. You slip on some shoes before you reach out for the golden knob on the vintage themed door.

Your eyes look back to glance on the room once last time before you leave, making sure to hadn’t forgotten anything, not that you had much to leave anyway..

Once you confirm that there’s nothing you’re leaving behind you twist the doorknob and exit the room.

You make your way though the darkened hallway, it’s only light being provided by a little lamp at the end of the hallway. Your fingers trace along the cold wall as you walk to the end of the hallway. You really liked the vintage theme to the whole town, it’s just like the history books you used to read and it makes you feel welcome, you used to have a modern home back on earth so this was a nice change of pace. Your feet clack whilst making contact with the wooden flooring, your footsteps are the only thing that can be heard down the echoey hallway, you steadily reach the wooden stairs. Your hand reaches to hold the un-even railing of the staircase as you begin walking down it, carefully letting your hand slide down the railing to make sure you don’t get any splinters. You stumble when you’re at the bottom step and clumsily make an entrance to the emporium.

You quickly straighten your backs and brush of imaginary dust off of your clothing, wishing to the seven rings of hell Rosie did not see your little mishap. Your eyes scan the area landing on Rosie standing behind the emporiums counter, you feel warm upon seeing her little smile as she counts money, it seems that her shop has been doing very well today! You feel a smile grow on your face as your legs gravitate towards the counter, step after step you slowly get closer to Rosie with your quiet footsteps tapping on the stone like floor. Rosie seemingly was stuck in her own world as you reached the counter and stood behind it, not sure if she was able to sense your presence. You were about to clear your throat to catch her attention but her voice interrupted your actions;

“Ah, [Name] you have finally arrived, you know keeping a lady waiting is very rude now— oh I’m just kidding no need to break a sweat over this dear!”

She chuckles at her own ranting before she places the money back in the register, her fingers fiddles with a stubborn lock and you decide it’s a good time to ask her what you are even going to do.

“So, Rosie. You have never taken the time to explain what exactly this outing is for?”

You say this wearing a normal expression, but your voice gives you away as it sounds more confused if anything.

Rosie lights up ever so slightly at the mention of the outing as she clasps her hands together,

“Well my dear [Name], we both know that you have been borrowing a lot my stuff since you have arrived here,”

She pauses wich leaves room for you to input an apology.

“Yes about that I’m sorry Rosie—“

“No no! I do not mind at all, after all if i didn’t wish for you to borrow my things i wouldn’t have permitted you to use them.”

You knew arguing with Rosie about this wouldn’t lead anywhere, she was a stubborn lady who stood her ground, you respected that and honestly kind of envied it. It’s something you were never able to do, stand up to yourself.

Rosie places a hand on her hip as she continues with a soft look on her face.

“Well the reason for this outing today is that we are going to purchase you new clothing! I believe you would like to wear other clothing than what you are borrowing from me at the moment, hm?”

You have never really thought of it before, you were used to your mother purchasing all of your clothes so getting to borrow some from Rosie was nothing too different. Rosie’s clothing may have been a bit too oversized on you but it was nothing that hindered you, from work or anything of the sorts but you have been a bit interested in the world of clothing, maybe this is a way you’ll be able to express yourself! Maybe a new start? You like the sound of that, the sound of you becoming your own person.

“While i don’t mind wearing this, they are quite comfy after all! It would be nice with something that’s a little more.. me.?”

The end of the sentence trails off feeling like you’re having a hard time choosing the right wording.

She chuckles and lets one of her hands fall onto your shoulder, patting it before making her way to the front of the counter. Your hands fold as you let them rest in front of you.

“Shall we?”

Rosie says, offering you a toothy smile as you nod. The two of you make your way to exit the emporium.

⋇⊶⊰ s t u c k ⊱⊷⋇

The sound of you and Rosie’s footsteps straddling along the sidewalk can barley be heard as demons outside of cannibal town seem to be more indecent, loud fights and conversations followed along with blasting TV’s follow trough out the streets of the pride ring. Your eyes dart around the overwhelming streets. You feel rather tense, staying on guard with each step you take. With every passing second your muscles become more sore as you feel uncomfortable.

You never knew what to expect from hell.. but this was exactly like Rosie explained it — if not even worse..

You feel a slender hand find its way on the small of your back as it makes you stop in your tracks and urge you in a direction to a certain store. Your head swiftly turn only to see Rosie standing there with her normal grinning self looking down at you giving you a reassuring smile. Your head turns to the direction she is urging you in. It was a tailor store, and it was also the only eye catching store on the street as it was the only store that hadn’t been completely torn.. You hesitate before reaching your hand out to the handle. your fingers slowly grip around the oddly long handle.. huh its strangely cold for something that’s in hell. You inhale deeply trying to shake off the odd feeling you’ve got brewing inside of you.

The inside of the shop has a very cozy feeling, it has very fitting colors that reminds you of the Victorian era. There’s very over-the-top fancy decors on both furniture and clothing with golden accents. Your eyes dart around the store landing on different mannequins dressed in all sorts of clothing, from frilly to pointy, casual to formal — there’s a bit of everything in here.

“Oh this shop has always had such a nice feeling to it, maybe i should ask them to be a part of cannibal town! Haha”

Rosie laughs at her little comment before her eyes dart to you,

“So dear, what do you think? Where would you like to start?”

Her question makes you stop in your tracks, she’s right, where should you start? You could start with shirts? Maybe pants? Maybe accessories — ugh.. this is gonna be harder than you expected.. you consider your options

“How about we take a stroll around the shop? And see if i find something eye catching along the way?”

She agrees with you as she follows you around the store.

You have a hard time at first, it was difficult learning how to figure out your likes and dislikes. You feel different pieces have different textures and colors, you now have an understanding for your mother who took a long time in stores like these — it was a struggle picking out outfits that would look nice together.

It takes you a second but you start warming up a little after Rosie points out a few articles of clothing here and there and not long after, you’ve managed to fill a bag of clothes. You feel proud of yourself, it’s your beginning to the new you. The clothing you’ve picked out is very different from what your mom used to choose for you. You were always told as a kid that you were dressing in such an ‘adult’ like-way, little did they know it was cause you never were allowed to choose clothing of your own.

You take a quick look through the bag feeling that you’ve picked out enough clothing to fill out your wardrobe. Rosie was hesitating — feeling that you could pick out even more but she decided to sneak in a few more pieces just to help you out a little.

When you told Rosie you felt finished with your shopping the two of you went to the fitting rooms.

You feel the soft fabric of the curtain against your fingers as you open it with a bit of force. Rosie hands you the bag she’s been carrying all of this time and you let out a quick ‘thank you’ before closing the velvet curtain allowing you to change.

There’s multiple mirrors in the dressing room and it feels so strange being able to see yourself from different angles all at once. You gently place the bag on the floor with a little ‘plop’ before you bend down picking up different pairs of shirts and trousers gently placing them on the little black wooden stool inside of the dressing room. You undress yourself, starting with your shirt, then the rest. You get kind of distracted being able to see yourself in the mirror in such a state, yes you’ve seen your full demon form before but it still strikes you as odd no matter how many times you see yourself. Your hands hover over the shirts before you find one that sticks out amongst the rest as you pick it up. You raise your arms sliding your hands and head trough the holes of the shirts, and as its on you adjust the shirt smoothing out any wrinkles you can find. You smile to yourself, the shirt has a very soft color and it has a few frills adding some volume to it. Now all you needed were a pair of trousers, you find a pair that you see fit with the shirt and slide them on, you can feel the soft texture of the trousers and it is very comfortable.

You admire the outfit you’ve put on in the mirror, it really suits you and you feel it brings out a whole new side from you. Huh i guess, ‘clothes makes the sinner’ really is true!

“I’m done!”

You say in a louder tone, a tone audible enough for Rosie to hear but not close to make anybody else believe you’re an obnoxiously loud asshole.

Your voice tells Rosie that you’re done and her face turns to the silky curtains you’re hiding behind, looking expectantly at it. Your hands grab onto the velvet curtains struggling once again to slide the curtain open, but as it slides open you take a step out of the dressing room, resting your hands clasped together in front of you like you usually do. You were expecting a reaction from Rosie but you were certainly never expecting her to start clapping to the outfit you’ve put together.

“My, this is definitely better than i expected! It fits you so well, dear!”

She coos followed along by a chuckle;

“Go on now, don’t just stand there! Give me a little spin!”

You do just that, lifting the weight off of your feet as you give Rosie a gentle spin showing her your whole outfit.

She keeps on complimenting you and your outfit making you feel embarrassed as your cheeks grow warm.

“Aha.. thank you Rosie, I’m glad you like it.”

Your words were short but your voice sounded sincere, you are not used to all this attention she’s giving you.. but you have got to admit that it feels nice.

“Here dear, try this hat on I’m sure it will add to your look quite a lot!~”

She gives you a playful wink, followed by her hands reaching out for your head, gently placing the hat on you. Your head turns to look into one of the mirrors in the dressing room. You felt a bubbly feeling inside of your chest, you just felt so happy.. you looked so pretty — and it’s all thanks to Rosie letting you be, well you! You smile feeling a little tear build up, but you softly rub your eye and turn back to Rosie with a smile, an authentic smile.

“Thank you Rosie!”

You chuckle along side with her as she pats you on the back;

“Of course dear, you look lovely!”

Her hands move from your back to your shoulders before she urges you into the changing room once again, she lets go of your shoulders once you’re in the room and grabs onto the curtain.

“Try on those other outfits now! We don’t got all day i still have a few things planned for us!”

You felt very confident after the interaction. Rosie has been nothing but supportive and that doesn’t change as you try on the different outfits. She praises them one by one and it was strange.. you don’t remember placing some articles of clothing in the bag? Oh well, it worked out in any case so that’s fine. When you were done with the little ‘shopping spree’ you felt famished and Rosie suggested that the two of you headed to a restaurant that she had been eyeing for a while, you trusted in her style and the two of you made the way to a restaurants. It was a very classy restaurant and multiple sinners where there, sinners with more money and have a higher status in hell. You may not really be important to hell but you are in important company. You believe you recognize multiple of the sinners there. At one of the tables you believe that Carmilla sits there along side with her daughters, on another table across the restaurant your able to see the Vees— their loud and obnoxious well at least Vox and Valentino is Velvette couldn’t care less it seemed. A sinner came up to you and Rosie bringing the two of you to a table that’s placed far away from Carmilla and the Vees.

The table presented in front of you seems to be in a more secluded area as multiple tables were empty. You thanked Lucifer for being in a less crowded space. You feel your tense shoulders soften up and only then you realized how truly tense you have been this whole outing. You exhale quietly before pulling out the chair that’s presented before you, it is a very.. normal chair, nothing special like you thought this place would be since Rosie seems to prefer class. You sit down onto the not-so-soft chair.

“You seem to have finally relaxed dearie, did you not enjoy your free shopping spree?”

She says that with a smug expression on her face as she sits down and crosses her leg over the other.

You feel a bit panicked — swiftly trying to explain yourself,

“No that’s not it at all Rosie! I appreciate your help! Hell is just — hell you know..!”

You chuckle quietly at your own pun as Rosie chuckles alongside you.

“Well i certainly can’t blame you for that, in any case dear welcome to one of my favorite restaurants in hell! Now i do prefer.. meatier meats, i assumed you were not into trying that yet, am i right?”

You nod not really saying anything, and after a second or so a waiter comes up to the table in a strangely good timing. You look at the waiter and they look tired, like they hate their job — you expect to hear a tired annoyed voice as they speak;

“What would you like Miss Rosie and..?”

“Mx. [Name] is fine!”

Their voice was strangely happy as they handed out the menu’s,

“So, what would the two of you like? Or shall i circle back later to take your order?”

You pick up the menu to scroll trough it quickly, there was a lot of options with really fancy names that honestly were hard to read.. but you did regonize some of the desserts.. ‘cheesecake’ ‘Velvette cake’ ‘cupcake’ ‘angel food cake’ hmm.. there is a lot of cake in here— wait! Angel food cake? Sign me up! You softly place down the menu noticing how both Rosie and the waiter was starring at you rather intensely and it made you feel nervous, so you stutter as you speak;

“I..l have the angel food.. cake.” You pause;

“Please.”

Rosie smiles and looks to the waiter,

“well you heard the little darling, one angel food cake, and double it!”

The waiter scribbles in their little notebook with their tired face looking more lively now.

“And what would you like to drink”

You felt the day has been kind of tiering, so a simple water couldn’t do you any harm.

“Just some water..”

The waiter nods and glances at Rosie whom just nods quietly telling the waiter she was going to order the same as you. The waiter quickly scribbles on the notebook before taking their leave the two of you to chit-chat.

Your eyes wander around the restaurant not specifically looking at anything in particular. Time feels — awfully slow for some reason, tick, tock ,tick ,tock.. the clock clouds your brain.

Its ticking reminds you of the late study sessions, the smell of your room. The god awful smell of cleaning products.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

The day of you dying came back to you. The moments pretending to spare your mother only to murder her in cold blood. You remember her face, it was an expression you had never seen from her before - but you knew it all to well.

It was an expression you had worn multiple times before, she had made you feel so small.. so little, she got what she deserved .. right? Right. Im sure you’re just being dramatic, she never did you any good! She only feed you, bought you clothes, gave you a roof over your head she even made you meals…. all you had to do was study… no, no that’s not true stop!

“[Name] dear, you’re spacing out again, what are you doing in that little brain of yours hm?”

Your eyes flutter in confusion, your nose has now been filled with the scent of angel food cake, your pupils darted to the plate of dessert in front of you, it looked just like it did back on earth. Your eyes darted to look at Rosie’s and her expression is difficult to read, that’s Strange your normally swell at reading emotions.

“Sorry,”

Your voice sounded quiet and you raised it to a normal speaking volume;

“What were you saying Rosie?”

The lady chuckled at you before lifting a little fork in her hand taking a bit of the angel foodcake before placing it in her mouth, quickly swallowing it as she answers your question.

“Well pay attention now, for what I’m about to say is important.”

You nod at her statement letting your eyes remain on the gray ladies pupils as you pick up the silverware in your hand, the fork is small and you slice off a bit from your dessert parting your lips as you try the delectable dessert. The flavor beams through your mouth, it’s a bit too sweet for your taste but it makes you happy. You happily listen to Rosie as you chew on the little treat.

“It has been a lovely time to have you around the emporium, and you have brought me a good business I’ll tell ya that! But i believe it’s time..”

She pauses — you presume it’s for dramatic effect as you keep eating pieces of the angel food cake.

“..for you to go to the hazbin hotel.”

You choke on your dessert a little, your hand reaches out for the water as you quickly pour the liquid down your throat, to wash the stuck piece away. What did she just say. The hazbin hotel? The one she has spoken about before? Redemption? you? — hah no way!

You have stopped eating now and the little fork you used to hold in your hand has now fallen onto the plate, you don’t react through. Your expression is so confused, scared, surprised a whole package deal.

“Now dear, calm down you’ll be allowed to visit me anytime! I just believe you shouldn’t be stuck in hell for eternity, sure! You fucked up.. yeah you may be flawed, but i can tell that you’re a good kid, [Name].

“Even if i don’t believe in redemption, go prove me wrong with that strong will of yours!”

..does she actually mean that, does she believe you can be redeemed? You killed someone, but she still believes in you.. you take a deep breath — inhale, exhale.

“Are you.. are you sure.. i mean I’m not doubting you I’m just— what if they won’t accept me there..?”

Your voice struggles with the sentence you’re not sure what to say.. it all just feels like a big decision to make on a whim. Your hands fiddle with anything they can get their hands on and Rosie smiles sadly at you whilst your eyes dart down to look at your hands.

“I’m sure you will dear, and if anything and i mean anything bothers you, the emporium will always be open.”

Her words were calm, comforting even — but now her words weight on you. You want to do your best for Rosie.. but can you?

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Of course you can.

Your [Name] after all.

⋇⊶⊰ y o u ? ⊱⊷⋇

You wave a nervous hand to Rosie before you turn a 180, allowing you to get a good view at the hotel. It is huge but has a very.. strange appearance, also it’s located on the side of the town isolated from everything else— that’s one of the weirdest things ever! You can feel your heart raising as you being walking up to the hotel, one step after another.

When you are stood at the door you take some deep breaths, come on! You have got this [Name]! You hesitantly reach your hand out to the handle before gently opening the door.

⋇⊶⊰ E N D ⊱⊷⋇

Sheesh, this was a long one! The author apologizes for the delay on the chapter and would like to say that he will publish chapters around every 2 weeks! He tries his best and nitpicks a lot on his story wich can delay the writing! He would also like me to inform that there’s now a tag list, so if you are interested please go ahead and tell us in the comments!

That’s all I’ve got to say for now, so i hope everyone enjoyed this story-telling session and i hope to see everyone back for more next time! Bye-bye now!

(Thanks everyone for the support on the recent 2 parts of this series, it makes me so happy to see people enjoy reading it and the reblogs has brought big smiles to my face! Thank you everybody sm<3)

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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In the Night

Dad!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: You’re his once again, but Jake can’t shake the nightmares of where you leave him, this time taking your daughter with you.

Notes: This was another one suggested by an anon. It’s the slightest bit different, but I did my best. Mostly fluff, really, and love stuff. Hurt/comfort. I love how my plan was to make this a drabble and my brain was just like ‘nope!’

Part of the Oh, Baby universe, takes place between Oh, Baby and His Girls.

Warnings: I mean, nightmares, I guess. Idk if that’s a warning. Cursing. Probably it.

Words: 2419

Oh, Baby Masterlist / Masterlist

Oh Baby (Previous Part), His Girls (Next Part)

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Jake didn't have dreams, and he didn’t get nightmares. He didn’t have mountainous worries or subconscious fears that could wiggle their way into the crevices of his brain to make themselves known after closing his eyes at night. He had clear goals and a planned future that nothing would, or ever did, stand in the way of. His pure drive didn’t offer spare time to imagine negative possibilities, and that way of living served him well. It proved an effective method to get him where he wanted to be. It got him into the Navy. It got him to California. It led to him participating in missions rarely offered to others. It was a way of living that eventually brought him to you. You, who immediately fucked up his balanced lifestyle.

Before you, Jake had convinced himself he had complete control over every element of his life, and that extended to his unconscious. Then you decided to walk right into his line of sight, and with one word from your pretty lips, you gained full access to the front door of his brain, which you thoroughly abused at all hours of the day. You made your mark and tossed a wrench into the well-oiled gearwork that operated his perfect functioning and completely took over. He lost control over parts of himself he didn’t expect, and from that very moment, his nights were filled with dreams.

In the beginning, they were sweet extensions of his time with you at the bar; innocent flirting and jokes—the times that built your friendship despite him always wanting more. Then there were kisses that you'd never shared suddenly seeping in and moments when he brought you into his bed. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t mind those dreams—liked them even, until he realized he was in love with you. After that, they changed. The longer he went without telling you how he felt, the more his dreams began to morph into punishments for being a coward that had him sweating and shooting up in bed. And once you disappeared from his life entirely, those punishments twisted into absolute torture. That was when he got his first true taste of a nightmare.

When you finally returned to him with your baby daughter, he imagined all of that would go away. He had you back, he had a beautiful little girl, and he was sure there was absolutely nothing else to worry about.

It was the third night of you being back in his arms that proved him wrong. The sweating returned; the gasping; his torso shooting up in bed. Painfully reminiscent and all of it more potent than before.

They were usually the same. You were walking away from him, drifting further with each step until your figure blurred with the indistinguishable background. You walked with ease while he felt he was trudging through seas of thick mud, the uppermost layer drying and cracking under the intense heat of the sun, only adding to his struggle to get to you. Eventually, he would wear out. You’d be gone, and he’d be up to his torso in mud so solid and dry it was practically on its way to becoming arable soil.

Sometimes they were worse—harder to shake off the next day. Those nightmares had Eve. Her tiny hand would be reaching out for him just before you pulled her away with a blank expression on your face and disappeared behind a maze of doors. In the nightmare, he always laughed at the cruelty. His mind let him know that enough doors to fill a funhouse made up the labyrinth that kept him from you and his daughter, and yet he didn’t even have the key to the first one. No hope of getting you back. A useless effort.

They always destroyed him.

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His eyes were wide open, too wide, staring at the wall on the other side of his bedroom as he tried to calm his breathing. His heart was a jackrabbit in his heaving chest; bedsheets damp under his palms.

For the twenty-second night in a row, he’d been forced awake by the nightmares, panic overwhelming his entire body, only to look over and find you safe and sound beside him. And if you were beside him, then he knew his daughter was bundled comfortably in her crib down the hall. The instant relief to his mind did not stretch throughout the rest of him.

Jake groaned and rubbed a hand over his sweaty brow. His nerves were shot. Overstimulated. They felt wiggly under the layers of his skin.

“Jake?”

He sighed. The concern in your sleepy voice grew with each night he failed to keep from waking you, and he hated the way his name borderline quivered off your lips.

“Go back to sleep, Honey,” he said, but you were sitting up before the words were fully out of his mouth. Stubborn woman. He would’ve chuckled but the energy to do so wasn’t within him.

Your fingers brushed back locks of his ruffled hair, then your palm cupped his cheek and you turned his head until your eyes met. Your skin was cool against his flushed face, and he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, holding your touch steady as he leaned into it. He never wanted to wake you, but goddamn did he love to savor in realizing the nightmares weren’t reality.

“Jake, what is going on?” you asked.

“Nothing.”

Your lips twitched to the side and you nibbled on the inside of your cheek. He knew what that meant; he was caught in a lie, one he'd told a handful of nights now, and that lie was beginning to bother you. He was ready to tell you everything, just to rid of the sadness in your eyes, but you beat him to it.

“Are you having dreams?”

Eyebrows raising, Jake’s lips parted. Your thumb grazed over the bottom one.

“I had them a lot, too, right before I came back here,” you admitted. “I thought there might be a chance you’d reject me and Eve.”

You shook your head when he started to deny that possibility, effectively stopping him.

“You didn’t turn us away; that’s all that matters,” you continued. The hand that was on his face slid down along his neck until it reached his chest. You lightly pressed against the pounding of his heart, helping it to ease. “So what is it? Was it that mission, or—”

Jake shook his head. The short three-day mission that he had mentioned and hadn’t bothered to delve into the details of barely crossed his mind. It was eight months after you disappeared, but compared to the emotional toll of your near year-long absence, that mission was nothing.

"I lose you,” he said.

You jerked back. “What?”

“For twenty-two nights straight,” he paused to take a deep breath, and on the exhale, he said, “I’ve lost you and Eve.”

He never intended to hide things from you, but something about speaking aloud the inner thoughts plaguing him didn’t feel possible without also giving life to them. He could picture them developing their own shape as they exited his mouth; like choking up dark, opaque masses of poisoned sludge. It was a risk he hadn’t wanted to take. But if he couldn’t tell you, he couldn’t tell anyone, and the mental strain was taking its toll.

“I can’t keep losing you, Honey,” Jake mumbled in the limited space between you. It was quiet, but it was enough. Your face crumbled. “I’m so tired.”

You were in his lap in a split second, your legs on either side of his hips and your hands back on his face, forcing him to meet the intensity of your stare. With your brow pinched, your eyes bore into his, searching for more than what he’d offered so far.

Whatever you were looking for, you found, and you said, “You know you’d never lose us for real, right?"

He shrugged as he lightly held your waist. “I lost you once before.”

“Not because of anything you did.”

“No one does anything in the nightmares, either. It just…happens.”

You ducked your head to invade the faraway look in his eyes. He kept doing that, without even realizing it.

“I told you we aren’t going anywhere,” you promised. You pressed a delicate kiss to his lips, then your thumb ran over them again as if to seal your taste against his mouth so he wouldn’t forget that you were there. You were there. He was there. Together and connected. “Baby, we aren’t leaving you.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” you asked. “Truly?”

He did, but he was silent a moment too long.

Your bottom lip—the one that had just been so sweetly pressed against his—began to tremble. Jake’s gaze was glued to it, not entirely understanding the sudden shift until a single tear dipped into the corner of your mouth. His eyes snapped up to yours.

“Hon—”

“I did this,” you whimpered, suddenly breaking in his arms.

Your whole body folded forward. And had he not been solid and sturdy and there to catch you, you’d have bled right into him. Not that he would have minded. There was no way to possibly be closer than for two to blend into one, and sometimes, that was exactly what he craved. There’d been nights he woke from the dreams when simply seeing and feeling you attached to his side wasn’t enough. He’d kiss you and run his hands over your body until your eyes opened and you accepted his advances, but even then, he wanted more. Needed more.

Your face was buried in the curve of his neck; your tears adding to the sweat-formed sheen of his skin. “You wouldn’t be dealing with this if I hadn’t been a fucking coward,” you said through your sniffles.

“No, Honey,” he whispered as his fingers glided down your hair. “You’re here, Ok? That’s all I care about. You and Eve are with me, and I know it. I swear I know it, Honey.”

It was then that he realized your fears and his were as solid a couple as the two of you. They went hand in hand, thriving off of one another in the darkness where you’d both hidden them away.

When you lifted your head, Jake wiped away the remnants of your sobs from your face.

“Why do you trust me after what I did?”

“Because it’s you,” he said without hesitation. It’s you, and you could break my heart ten times over and I’d still love you. I’d still want you. I’d still trust you.

Another tear threatened to trickle down your face and, like the others, Jake forced the straggler to disappear.

You sniffed, but in the aftermath of your sobs your nose was stuffed and you had to breathe through your mouth. Jake smiled at you as you calmed, but you didn’t return it. Instead, your eyes scanned over his face, taking him in the way he had when he saw you walk through Rooster’s door just under a month ago. Despite being spread over his lap, you looked at him like you were trying to verify how real he was.

"I love you."

The words were shaky, the anxiety behind your confession almost palpable.

He couldn’t stop from momentarily freezing. As much as he'd wished to hear it, it was unexpected enough to knock him off kilter. You had such a habit of doing that to him, of flipping his world on its side, and he didn’t any better understand how to appropriately act this time than he did the last.

Face falling further, you said, "I'm sorry. Maybe this wasn't the right time to—"

"No!" He rushed out, letting his hands slide around to your lower back. "God, Honey, I've loved you for-fucking-ever. I just didn't know you felt that way about me already."

Your head dipped forward, chin tucking close to your chest as your eyes averted from his. Jake glanced down to the narrow space between your bodies where your fingers were picking at your nail. Your thumbnails were shorter than the others—those that suffered the most abuse from your anxiousness.

Jake tucked the hair draped in front of your face back behind your ears. "What's wrong?"

You swallowed but you didn’t move until he put a knuckle under your chin and lifted. His brow pinched in question.

With your sigh, your shoulders relaxed, and for the first time, he realized how tense you’d been.

"Jake, I—I loved you when I left,” you admitted. “I should've told you before now. I should've said it when you did, but…"

But? There was no but. Jake didn’t give a damn if you had some excuse, prepared or not. You loved him. You’d loved him for nearly as long as he loved you.

It made the time spent apart all the more tragic. You could’ve been a family from the second you discovered your pregnancy. Maybe he’d have asked you to marry him. Maybe you’d have waited to wed until Eve was born so she could be part of it. Maybe you’d be discussing the idea of having a second child. Maybe. But truthfully, it didn’t matter. Everything had fixed itself. Actually, no, Jake thought. Nothing had fixed itself. You had fixed it. You came back to him not because of fate or because the world demanded it of you, but because you loved him.

"You don't have to explain,” he said. His fingers wove into the strands of your hair and he made a gentle fist, pulling you closer. "Just let me kiss you."

Finally, you grinned. "Always."

It was soft at first, but then harder; lips parting and tongues brushing and hands holding one another tighter. The silence of the room was overtaken by heavy breaths and the subtle sound of bodies shifting over smooth bedsheets. He flipped you over so your head could rest on his pillow and he broke the kiss to look down at you and just…stare, for a little while. You didn’t stop him or hurry him along. You lay there as his fingertip traced the lines of your face, from your hairline to the sharp angle of your cheekbone to the curve of your chin. It ghosted over your kiss-swollen lips

“Don’t be scared, Jake,�� you whispered. “You couldn’t get rid of us if you tried.”

“I never would, Honey,” he swore, sealing it with a kiss on your forehead before meeting your lips again.

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stackslip · 4 months

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CAN YOU ELABORATE ON TLT BEING A HOMESTUCK FANFIC‽‽‽‽‽

i'm exaggerating a bit, but taz muir was a well known homestuck writer who wrote under the username urbanAnchorite. her fic the serendipity gospels is one of my fave fics ever, but was never finished and it's only by book 2 of tlt that i figured that the clear allusions to it in book 1 weren't just cute little nods but that she'd expanded on some of the ideas/concepts and worldbuilding of the serendipity gospels. to name a few:

the ninth house cult is heavily based on the juggalo church muir wrote/expanded upon in TSG, from face paint to the rituals and a lot of the accompanying prose

act 2 of TSG takes place mainly in a spaceship that serves as "cathedral" of the juggalo cult, and is described to be covered in bones that have been painted in many colors--which is close to the description of the mithraeum

act 2 also features the two main characters being much younger people mentored/manipulated into horrible acts by an old man who is thousands of years old and bickering with his other thousand year old friends/enemies, who seem to share knowledge and understanding that neither the two protagonists do but also deeply resent one another. hard to not read a parallel to john and the lyctors here!

to elaborate on this bc i just realized it: it is heavily implied in TSG that the dancestors (older people thousands of years old) went through a universe reset and built the empire in the image of their own trauma and anger, which would v much parallel what happens to john on earth and how he "reset" humanity

less of a homestuck thing and more of a taz muir thing: said old man is v much grooming the main female character and making her life miserable during the entirety of act 2

a lot of the story takes place in the background of the trolls' empire being a horrific imperialist force that the main characters were originally very excited to join and become a part of, with one of these characters in particular daydreaming about becoming ground troop for invasion while also holding a terrible secret that would have precluded him of doing so anyway. p neat parallel to gideon's own thing here

act 1 and act 2 of TSG are from two different pov characters, with a drastic shift in prose style and understanding of the situation/world when the pov shifts. which v much echoes how tlt has worked so far. part 3 was barely started before it went on hiatus, but it followed the same pattern.

speaking of, the prose of act 2 of TSG definitely feels very close to harrow the ninth's prose. you can just open the fic and check the first chapter of act 2 and how it's written, and you'll see what i mean. there are differences--the prose of TSG act 2 is more inflected with southern usamerican evangelical speak, i think? i'm not american so i can't quite 200% tell

there is an external armed resistance to the empire's violent imperialism and resistance that was supposed to be the focus in act 3 of TSG, which never happened. nona the ninth did, though, and it follows that structure.

there are also eldritch horrors that threaten the entire universe--homestuck's own horrorterrors--that are in the background of TSG and implied to be an important part of the future plot that we never saw. tlt has the ressurrection beasts

taz muir's worldbuilding around the blood castes in og homestuck that she elaborates on in TSG also somewhat parallels the way the houses function in tlt

iirc there's also worldbuilding around space travel in tlt (such as the obelisks? i think that's the name? and the use of necromancy to power them) that parallels taz muir's own take on how space travel works in the troll empire, using psionics and draining them dry in a similar way

i think the necro-cav relationship 'ideal' is based around how taz also interpreted moirallegiance in not just TSG but all her homestuck fics, down to how its legal implementation and the idealization of it vs its role in troll/houses imperialism and the reality of blurred lines in "expected" relationships. i'd love to hear taz's discourse on troll romance

i also think the necro-cav relationship parallels the other legal pairing explored in TSG--legislacerator and subjugglator.

there are probably more parallels i am missing--i need to reread TSG soon, as i haven't in a while. there are elements i'd say are more like, how taz herself elaborated on the bones of the worldbuilding of homestuck and then made it her own thing, which is rad as hell. other elements are more fun nods, such as gideon's aviator glasses being shamelessly stolen from dave homestuck, and a lot of gtn's prose feeling very homestuckey. it's def not like, just a little rewrite and boom, you get the locked tomb! imo it's more elements of plot and worldbuilding that were interesting enough to develop into something of its own and that taz made into something new, along with other elements of other stories (such as lolita and umineko) being woven into it. part of why i enjoy tlt so much is its "collage" aspect, taking elements taz thought interesting in other stories, or using these elements to purposefully evoke specific feelings/moods to construct or obsfucate certain ideas.

#eli talks #tlt #homestuck

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downbad4fyodor · 1 year

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Dancing Queen

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky x reader Genre: fluff Summary: Your boyfriend is jealous that you’re dancing with Nikolai instead of him, and doing a good job at it, too. Warnings: none

The music filled the kitchen with a lively, infectious beat, and as the energetic melody of "Rasputin" echoed in the air, you couldn't resist the temptation to dance. With Nikolai as your witness, you swayed and moved with an astounding grace, your body flowing effortlessly to the rhythm, as if the music was an extension of your very soul. Each step was precise, each gesture filled with the sheer joy of the moment, and you were blissfully unaware of the burning gaze fixated on you from afar.

Fyodor leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, but his facade of nonchalance couldn't hide the turmoil within him. His eyes, usually so enigmatic and reserved, betrayed a fierce envy that seemed to smolder like embers. He cleared his throat, trying to regain control of his emotions, though his voice quivered slightly as he spoke. "So, this is how you spend your time when I'm not around," he remarked, his words laced with both sarcasm and possessiveness.

Caught off guard by his presence, you halted mid-dance, the vibrant colors of the room blurring into the background as your attention shifted to Fyodor. Despite the mild surprise, a sheepish smile graced your lips, finding it endearing that he was jealous of something as innocent as dancing. "Oh, hey Fyodor! You're back earlier than I expected. We were just having some fun," you replied, trying to appease the emotions swirling within him.

Nikolai, seemingly amused by the situation, stepped back, giving you and Fyodor the space you needed to resolve the tension. A playful smirk adorned his face as he chimed in, "Yeah, she's a natural at this dance. You should try it too, Fyodor." He attempted to diffuse the atmosphere, hoping to bring some levity to the situation.

Fyodor's reaction was immediate, dismissing the suggestion with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I have better things to do than indulge in such frivolous activities," he retorted, his pride masking his true feelings, yet his eyes remained fixated on you.

Refusing to let the awkwardness linger, you took a step towards him, reaching out your hand, a glimmer of determination in your eyes. "Come on, it's just a bit of fun. Dance with me," you coaxed, your voice gentle and inviting, aiming to include him in the joyous moment.

At first, Fyodor resisted, his stoic demeanor preventing him from giving in to your request. However, the pulsating beat of the song seemed to work its magic on him, and gradually, he relented, taking your hand hesitantly. As he stepped closer to you, the tension in his expression began to ease, and he let himself be guided by the music and your reassuring touch.

"You see? It's not so bad," you whispered with a soft, encouraging smile, sensing the walls he had built slowly crumbling away. Your eyes locked, and in that moment, you could feel a connection stronger than words could express.

Nikolai observed the two of you dance, appreciating the magic that unfolded before him. Your ability to break down Fyodor's walls was nothing short of remarkable, and he found himself silently applauding your efforts.

As the last notes of the song filled the room, Fyodor's initial jealousy seemed to have transformed into something different. Pulling you closer to him, he held you in a possessive embrace, and a glint of affection shone in his eyes, a stark contrast to his earlier envy. "Remember, I don't like sharing," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, a vulnerable side of him surfacing.

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of his arms enveloping you. "I'll remember," you replied, your heart swelling with happiness at having brought back the smile to Fyodor's face. In that moment, you knew that this dance had deepened the bond between you and Fyodor, breaking through barriers and reminding both of you of the powerful connection you shared.

#Based off a true story #My bf was absolutely pissed because I could actually do Rasputin on Just Dance #Without JUST flailing my arms around #It’s my party. Let me live my best life #bsd anime #bungo stray dogs manga #bungou sd #bsd x reader #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs season 4 #bungo stray dogs spoilers #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #down bad for fyodor #fyodor one chance please #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor

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aeferfckr · 11 months

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LAST NIGHT'S ENGAGEMENT

you blink once, then twice, then another time for good measure. 'if this wasn't your ceiling', you ponder as your eye scans across the room you are in, 'then...' "where the fuck am i..."

content warnings. nsfw, reat at ur own risk. afab!reader (no pronouns specified). one night stand. semi public sex. fingering. finger sucking. mating press. shapeshifting. nicknames (windblume, my love)

your vision slowly unblurs as you open your eyes before sqiunting them shut again from the bright sunlight. you definitely slept in this morning as you try to reach over to your phone.

as soon as you fully extend your arm, your whole body shudders as it cramps up. maybe you slept wrong, or your arm just decided to plot against you. nevertheless, you check the time on your phone — 11:53.

you have work.

well, you had work

you tried to jump out of bed to get ready, but your body punished you very quickly. your legs didn't have the strength for you to swing them around the bedside, and you just ended up cramping your thigh harder.

you manage to shuffle back onto your pillow as you breathe a deep sigh. you look up to the unfamiliar ceiling above you, trying to find a path through the several curls and swerves engraved in its–

wait... unfamiliar ceiling?

you blink once, then twice, then another time for good measure. 'if this wasn't your ceiling', you ponder as your eye scans across the room you are in, 'then...'

"where the fuck am i..."

"aa-aah, fuuckkk!"

with the sudden clarity, you realize that there is someone else in this strange bed with you from the weight on the other side of the bed. their body slowly rising and falling as they sleep, their back flexing in their sleep.

"who is this?" you wonder out loud, trying ti get a good look at husvface without your body cramping...

he draws circles along your clit as he purrs into your ear, sultry words of pure filth pouring out of his tongue like honey. you squirm and mewl, sandwiched between his body and the wall. your senses being overwhelmed by the pleasure and the base boosted music in the background.

however, he seems to be more focused on your moans

"tch tch, you're making too much noise, darling. what if people downstairs hear? oh no, we can't have that~"

your cries quickly muffled as he sticks his fingers down your throat. he rubs the texture of your tongue with his index,

"come on now. suck it, would ya?"

your pitch soars as he explores both your pussy and your mouth. your legs buck as he pulls your skin to form dark hickeys, vision blurring from tears. your eyes cross and your tongue lolles out as you cum...

you audilby gasp at the sudden memory and shiver at your sudden reaslization - you were ass naked. the same dark spots plus more litter your neck and collarbone.

you look over to the person that you supposedly slept with as your eyebrows furrow. he looks nothing like him.

he had shaggy brown hair, gorgeous gambogeish grey eyes that stared into your very soul, and was well built. the person who lies beside you doesn't have any of these features.

you furrow your eyebrowns as the gears in your brain churn, you've definitely seen this guy before.

very rarely, but still.

he's the bard that sings drunkenly in angel's share. his lyre in one hand with a glass of dandelion wine or a pint glass of beer in the other as he sings his drunken heart away — with the occasional interruption of a hiccup, of course.

the bard makes a small noise in his sleep as he turns to face you in the bed, his eyebrows are tense, and he tries to sink impossibly further into the warmth of the bed.

he looks angelic.

maybe it's his soft skin the squishes against the pillow under him, or the slight glow of the teal tips of his hair. you don't know, and frankly — you don't care. he can not be real right now.

you want to reach out to touch him, touch the angel that has descended from heaven onto your weary soul, to thank him. to praise him.

as the tip of your finger touches the tip of his nose, a lusty moan is pulled from your lips.

your knees are raised to your face as the stranger plows into your hole. it's painful, it hurts, it burns.

oh, but it burns so good.

he pulls your trembling body to the edge of the bed as he traces his slim fingers along your cheek,

"why are you running away, windblume? i thought you wanted this."

his sly mouth and coy tone makes you shrink into your hands out of embarrassment, to which they are quickly pulled away by him and is replaced by his tongue.

his tongue explores every cavern of your mouth while you lay there and take it. he starts up his merciless pace again as you hrab at the roots of his hair.

"are you satisfied, my love? this is exactly how your little knight crush would do it, riiiight?~"

you were crying at this point, everything felt too good.

"nnggh.. nooo, i- hah."

"'you' what?, i can't understand you." he says as he parts the heated kiss, placing his palm to your jugular and squeezing ever so slightly

"you're... hah.... better"

"oh? am i, now?"

you then start to babble on about how good he is, how good you felt, how this is much better than you expected with him.

you look at him with teary eyes — albeit your vision is blurred, you can still make out his brown hair, and the small dots of gambogeish known as his eyes. you smiled as you finished.

your vision blurred even more, but something seemed off about your knightly crush. the tips of his hair seemed to glow a strong teal, his skin getting fairer, and his face becoming impossibly more coy.

before you could comment on how different he looked, he came in you. the feeling of him inside you drew you straight off the edge as you lost consciousness...

you quickly draw back your hand to cover your agape mouth, a loud gasp following after.

'so.. he.. what the hell..' your brain tailed to wrap around the possibility that this bard has become.. holy shit.

your heart nearly fell out of your chest when you heard someone sigh, but it was the bard looking right up at you.

"good morning, windblume. i hope you rested well after last night's engagement~"

#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ WORKS #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin #genshin impact #venti barbatos #venti #venti x reader #venti x you #venti x y/n

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hd-junglebook · 4 months

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Part 3

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The walls of your room on the Ark felt like they were closing in as the sound of your parents' argument reverberated through the air. You pressed your hands over your ears, trying to block out the angry words that filled the space around you.

Diana's voice rose to a crescendo, sharp and cutting, as she berated your father for his perceived failures. You couldn't bear to listen any longer.

With a desperate gasp for air, you bolted from the room, tears streaming down your cheeks as you fled down the corridor. Each step felt like a weight lifted from your chest, but the echoes of their voices still haunted you.

You ran blindly, the tears blurring your vision until you stumbled into an empty corridor. Gasping for breath, you sank to the floor, your back pressed against the cool metal wall.

You fought with yourself internally, struggling to regain your composure, when a deep voice broke through the haze of your thoughts. You looked up to see Marcus Kane standing nearby, his gaze fixed on the window overlooking Earth.

"Are you alright?" Kane questioned, his voice was gentle, filled with concern, and it was enough to break through the walls you had built around yourself.

"I... I can't take it anymore. The fighting, the yelling... I just needed to get away." You sobbed, lips quivering with every word, Kane nodded understandingly, his expression sympathetic as he offered you a hand up from the floor.

"Come with me. Let's take a walk."

Together, you walked in silence, the tension slowly easing from your shoulders with each step. He never pressured you into saying anything, allowing you his presence as comfort.

As you reached a secluded corner of the Ark, Kane stopped and turned to face you, his gaze searching.

"You know, sometimes when things feel out of control, it helps to focus on something you can control. Like learning how to defend yourself." Kane remarked, breaking the silence between you.

You looked up at him, surprised by the suggestion, but also intrigued. Kane had always been a respected figure on the Ark, your mother would always make her hatred for him known, spewing out nonsense about him purposely rebutting everything she said in council meetings. Kane has always been someone you admired and trusted implicitly.

With a nod, you followed his lead as he began to teach you the basics of self-defense. His movements were fluid and precise, his guidance patient and encouraging.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you found yourself fully present in the moment, the worries and fears of the outside world fading into the background.

And as the two of you sparred in the empty corridor, the echoes of your parents' argument a distant memory now as you threw another punch toward Kane.

…

The darkness enveloped you like a heavy blanket as you lay in your makeshift tent, the soft rustling of the fabric the only sound in the stillness of the night. Sleep eluded you, your mind plagued by restless thoughts and fragmented memories.

The memory of your encounter with Kane flickered in your mind, His presence had brought you comfort and solace, unlike your mother every waking moment of your life.

With a heavy sigh, you buried your face in your hands, the tears threatening to spill over as you grappled with the overwhelming feelings that threatened to consume you.

In the distance, the echo of Jasper's groans floated through the air, a haunting melody that tugged at your heartstrings.

You sat up, your head pounding with a familiar ache as you peered out into the darkness. With no regard for your decency, you slipped on your boots, exiting the tent groggily in just a sports bra and old jeans.

The familiar shape of the dropship loomed in the distance, a ghostly silhouette against the night sky. The delinquents hidden in their tents groaned in the silence, beginning to grow restless at Jaspers pain induced cries keeping most of them awake.

You caught up with Clarke as she exited the dropship, the dark circles under her eyes prominent against her pale skin, evidence of the sleepless nights and restless days she had endured. "Hey, are you okay? You look like death."

"I... I don't know. I just... I just need a break." She murmured, you nodded in understanding, watching her eyes flutter closed for a second.

“Why don't you take a break? I can watch over Jasper for a bit." You reply, Clarke looked up at you, her eyes heavy with exhaustion still, but a grateful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

With a nod of thanks, she disappeared into the darkness, leaving you alone with Jasper's restless murmurs.

The closer you got to the dropship, the louder Jaspers groans grew, echoing off the walls of the metal structure. You stepped inside, the dim light casting long shadows across the cramped interior.

Jasper lay curled up on one of the makeshift beds, his brow furrowed in pain as he attempted to toss and turn. You scanned the room as you took a seat beside him, observing him.

For a moment, you simply sat in silence, the only sound was the soft rustling of fabric and Jasper's labored breathing. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, each exhale accompanied by a soft groan of pain.

You almost drifted back to sleep in the presence of Jaspers slow breaths when Clarke and Finn entered the dropship, their words pierced through the stillness of the night, drawing you back from the edge of sleep.

"The Grounders cauterized the wound. Saved his life."

"Saved his life so they could string him up for live bait." Finn's words cut through the silence, his cynical outlook casting a shadow over the fragile hope that had begun to blossom within you.

You listened in silence, Clarke's words echoed in your mind, the image of the Grounders' desperate attempt to save Jasper's life playing out behind your closed eyelids.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine. Monty rejoined the group, assisting Clarke in looking over jaspers wound. He examined the gash, his lips turned into a frown while he assessed the severity of the infection.

Clarke huffed in frustration as she examined Jasper's infected wound. “This is infected. He could be septic.” She turned to Monty sharply. “Any progress on using the wristbands to contact the Ark? Monty?”

Monty shook his head in response, "No dice. The signal's just not strong enough.”

You moved to Jasper's other side, noting the sweat building up on his forehead. You reached for a rag in the bucket beside him, squeezing the excess water out. Gently you dabbed his burning forehead with a cool, damp rag, wishing you could do more to ease his suffering.

Wells approached, taking in the scene before him. Wells couldn't help but express his concern. "How's he doing?" Wells questioned, looking between Clarke and Monty for an answer.

Clarke bristled at the question, the stress of the situation fraying her composure. "How do you think he's doing, Wells?"

Wells recoiled slightly, stung by her sharp tone when he'd only meant to help, his intention only to offer assistance in a difficult moment. "Hey, I'm just trying to help."

Clarke's expression softened slightly, realizing she'd lashed out unjustly at one of the few people trying their best. She sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "If you want to help, hold him down." she directed.

You stepped away from Jasper, giving the trio space to work, opting to sit near Finn until they were finished. They worked in unison, Clarke taking the lead and sanitizing the knife putting the blade to his skin. He thrashed and yelled at the sting.

“Hold him still. I need to cut away the infected flesh,” Clarke instructed.

…

Octavia burst into the dropship, eyes wild. "Stop! You're hurting him!" She rushed toward Jasper's writhing form, but you gently gripped her shoulders, meeting her frantic gaze.

"Octavia, listen. Clarke's trying to help him. She's trying to save his life Octavia."

Octavia's gaze flickered between you and Clarke, uncertainty clouding her features. "But how do you know that?"

Before you could reply, Bellamy strode in, gravitating all eyes to him. "She doesn't," he scoffed, standing between the entrance and the group.

His eyes scanned the scene before him with a mix of skepticism and resignation. "Kid's a goner. If you can't see that, you're deluded. He's making people crazy." His nonchalance ignited your anger.

"Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine, Bellamy?" you shot back sarcastically. "Clarke knows what she's doing. But I guess that doesn't fit your whole 'whatever the hell we want' mantra."

His eyes narrowed, voice dangerously smooth. "You don't get to judge how I keep people alive down here, Princess."

Bellamy's scowl deepens, his defiance raising your hackles. "If he's not better by tomorrow, I'll put him out of his misery," he declares coldly. Before you can react, he turns on his heel, storming out into the night, leaving a stunned silence in his wake..

The silence left in his wake rings in your ears. With your blood pounding, you race after him into the cool darkness. "Bellamy, wait!" Your cry echoes through the trees. He pauses, silhouette etched by moonlight as he reluctantly faces you.

"Enough," he growls, jaw clenched tight, the muscles working beneath the taut skin. "That kid is suffering. I won't let it drag on." His eyes dare you to argue, to change his mind.

"He's our friend, Bellamy. We can't give up on him," you implored, your voice cracking with emotion. Bellamy flinches almost imperceptibly at your impassioned words, his stony facade momentarily giving way. Behind the hardness in his eyes, you glimpse a flicker of doubt.

Bellamy's eyes met yours, their usual hardness giving way ever so slightly. "Being sentimental down here is how people get killed," he contends roughly, arms tightly crossed as he shifted on his feet. "We have to think about the survival of the group." But his protest sounds feeble, as if trying to convince himself.

"He deserves a chance," you assert, your words coming out harsher than you intended, "We can't give up." You state, his arguments dying on his tongue as you continued passionately. "Just like they won't give up on you when they find out what you've done." Steel edges your voice as you look away from his conflicted gaze for a second.

His carefully composed expression betrayed him then. Eyes widening slightly, he turned his head as if to avoid your words piercing his armor before he snaps.

Bellamy advances, a coiled intensity in his calculated movements, closing the space between you. His presence looms over you, casting a shadow that seems to swallow you whole but you stand your ground, refusing to be intimidated, even as his imposing figure looms large before you.

“Is that right?” he responds, words clipped. Around you the night falls still, the forest holding its breath while he speaks. “And what exactly do you think you know?” The taut sinews of his neck betray simmering emotions behind his hardened facade.

Parting your lips, you give voice to unspoken revelations "You think I don't know where you got that gun, Bellamy?" you challenged, each word dripped with accusation, laden with of undeniable truth you held.

"And I know the lengths you went to in order to secure your place on the dropship," you continued. Bellamy's expression flickered with a mixture of surprise and apprehension, his mask of bravado faltering in the face of your blunt words.

"You think you have me all figured out, huh? he retorts, "You have no idea what I've been through, what I've had to do to survive." His voice rings raw with unseen scars.

"Survival alone doesn't justify cruelty, Bellamy," you counter. "There are lines that shouldn't be crossed, lines that make us who we are. And I refuse to believe that sacrificing our humanity is the price we have to pay to stay alive."

Bellamy's eyes flash with anger, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "And who are you to judge?" he seethes through gritted teeth. "What gives you the right to sit in judgment of me?"

Sharp wit undercuts your reply. "Oh I earned the right, Bellamy - when you nearly dropped me into that pit." Your words land with a sharp sting, punctuating the tension between you with a dose of biting wit.

He recoils as you bring up the memory. “Just give it a rest, will you? You think you're so high and mighty, little Princess, but you're no better than anyone else here!" Bellamy says, his voice becoming louder, his care for the sleeping delinquents hearing long forgotten in the heat of the moment.

His next words cut deeper than any blade, a venomous sneer twisting his features. "You're pathetic," he spat, the disdain dripping from his mouth like acid. "Always playing the righteous hero."

"At least I'm trying to build something good here. But you? You just tear everything down." Your voice rings with conviction. "Those kids look up to you. You could've been a leader - but you're throwing it all away."

He snarls, lips twisting cruelly, "Don't pretend you know me. I see through your self-righteous act." His words drip venom. "Deep down, you're weak. When it comes down to it, you'll be begging for someone like me to come save your skin."

The forest falls silent, as if sensing the precipice you both now stand upon.

And then, with a final, wordless exchange of glares, the tension reaches its breaking point. You turn on your heel, storming away with purposeful strides, leaving Bellamy standing alone in the wake of your silent confrontation.

…

The morning unfolds with deceptive tranquility, luring you into a false sense of security as the morning sun rose, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold.

You set out from camp, Clarke, Finn, and Wells had already departed, their figures disappearing into the dense foliage of the forest. Left to your own devices, you resolve to hunt for feverfew flowers, desperate for relief from the persistent throbbing in your head.

The forest air hung heavy with humidity that enveloped you like a warm, damp blanket, clinging to your skin and dampening your clothes.

Sweat trickled down your brow as you pushed through the undergrowth, the verdant canopy overhead filtering the sunlight into shifting patterns of light and shadow.

"Great," you mutter sarcastically to yourself, "just what I needed, a sauna session in the wild." With every step the distance between you and camp grows.

You neared a secluded glade, the sounds of the forest seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the rhythmic thud of your heart pounding in your ears.

And then, there it was – a cluster of feverfew flowers near the mouth of a cave, their delicate petals swaying in the gentle breeze. Relief flooded through you at the sight, your fingers reaching out to pluck the blooms from their stems.

"Well, well, well," you quip with a smirk, "look what we have here. Nature's little headache remedy."

But your moment of triumph is short-lived, shattered by the sudden cacophony that shatters the tranquility of the forest.

Overhead, a flock of birds scattered in disarray, their panicked cries echoing through the trees. Confusion gripped you as you scanned the sky, searching for the source of the commotion.

a distant horn sounded, its mournful wail cutting through the air Instinctively, you looked up, your heart lurching in your chest as a yellow cloud of fog billowed towards you, swallowing everything in its path.

Instinct takes over, overriding rational thought as you weigh your options. Run back to camp? But the fog was moving too fast.

Instead, you bolt inside the cave without a second thought, the mouth of the cavern beckoning you closer like a reluctant refuge. As you enter, a shiver races down your spine, not from fear, but from the sudden drop in temperature.

You crinkle your nose at the musty, damp smell that permeates the air, muttering sarcastically, "Of course, just when I was starting to enjoy myself."

Stepping further into the darkness, your eyes adjust slowly to the dim light filtering in from outside.

Shadows dance along the walls, casting eerie shapes that seem to flicker and sway with a life of their own. Your fingers graze the rough surface of the cave wall as you move deeper into its depths, the texture sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Just as you're about to dismiss the cave as nothing more than a natural shelter, your gaze catches on something unexpected – an engraving etched into the stone. Intrigued, you lean in closer, tracing the ancient lines with your fingertips.

The carving depicts scenes of the grounders, rendered with surprising detail and skill. It's as if the walls themselves are whispering secrets of a time long forgotten.

You're startled from your thoughts by the sound of approaching footsteps echoing in the cave.

Before you can react, Bellamy bursts into the cavern, a younger girl in tow, both of them seeking refuge from the encroaching fog. You let out a startled scream at their sudden appearance, your heart pounding in your chest.

Bellamy raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Whoa, easy there," Bellamy says, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"Wow, you two really know how to make an entrance," you quip, your voice laced with sarcasm as you place your hand over your chest. "What are you doing here?"

His lips quirk. Before he can retort, the girl peeks out from behind him. Fear and curiosity war across her face.

Bellamy exchanges a glance with the girl beside him before shrugging nonchalantly. "Same thing you are, I guess. Trying not to get swallowed by that fog out there."

The younger girl, a mix of fear and curiosity in her eyes, steps forward timidly. "I'm Charlotte," she introduces herself, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot.

You offer her a wry smile, trying to ease the tension in the air. "Welcome to the party, charlotte, I’m y/n," you say, your voice dripping with irony. "Pity you guys didn't bring snacks to this creepy cave party."

Charlotte giggles while Bellamy snorts. "What, you don't have enough squirrel jerky stashed away here?" His mouth twitches.

You sigh, glimpsing the eerie fog winding outside. "Yeah, I vote we just wait it out here together." You catch Charlotte hovering anxiously just inside the entrance, eyes darting. "It's okay, you're safe here," you soothe.

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Frogman's Camera Buying Guide

A few weeks ago someone asked if I could recommend an interchangeable lens camera (ILC) to supplement their smartphone photos and hopefully get better pictures of important things like vacations and pets.

I decided to go very extra with my response and due to that... I'm still not finished with it.

I'm worried I am letting this person down because they did not ask for a giant post explaining every detail about cameras in the history of forever.

So I am going to do a camera recommendation post without as much explanation and hopefully I can finish the giant post at some point in the near future.

If you want to take better pictures you are probably going to need a camera with a decent sized sensor, a fast lens, a tripod, and a flash.

The bigger sensor gives you more dynamic range so you can capture brighter and darker things in the photo.

A fast lens has a giant hole in the front that lets in a ton of light. That hole is called the aperture and the bigger it is, the better your photos in dark environments will be. So you will want something that does f/1.8 or f/1.4 (lower f-stop number = bigger hole = more light). This can also help you get a lot of cool background blur.

A tripod will help get you longer exposures without any blur from camera shake. Especially good for landscape photos.

And a flash is for taking photos of pets and other moving subjects when you are indoors and don't have a lot of light. A flash is an absolute game changer for indoor photos.

HOWEVER, never point it directly at your subject.

Point it at a large white ceiling or wall. The flash happens so fast that it freezes motion. It is how I got all of my indoor photos of Otis.

Here he was playing and being rambunctious and he is not blurry.

I used no special settings. I just stuck on a flash and pointed it at the ceiling and suddenly sheep are sticking to things.

Oh, and one other huge benefit of using a flash... you can take much better photos of pets with dark fur. So if you have a cute little void in your home, a flash can help you capture detail in their fur.

Just lift the shadow slider in your image editor and that beautiful fur will reveal itself.

If you get an ETTL or TTL flash, it will output the correct amount of light automatically. You can literally just put your camera in automatic mode, aim the flash at the ceiling, and press the shutter button.

Before I talk about recommendations I want to make one thing very clear.

GETTING A GIANT CAMERA WILL NOT AUTOMATICALLY GIVE YOU BETTER PHOTOS.

Aside from my flash aimed at the ceiling trick, a big boy camera is not a magic solution for better photos. In some cases, you might actually get *worse* photos than your smartphone. You need to learn the basic fundamentals of photography and you also need to learn some basic photo editing skills.

Smartphones employ powerful algorithms and computational processes to make every photo you take look as good as possible.

ILCs say, "Here is your RAW data, you figure out the rest."

You don't have to become an expert, but if you watch this free 6 hour photography course, that will ensure you have the knowledge needed to improve your photos.

youtube

Okay, let's get into the nitty gritty of buying a nice new old ILC.

If you are on a tight budget and cannot afford a fancy mirrorless camera, I would highly suggest a used DSLR. You can get them for very reasonable prices. And unlike just about every other modern technological gadget, cameras and lenses are built to last for decades. So I have no qualms about recommending used photography gear.

However, I do highly recommend using either KEH or MPB, as they have a long trial period and decent customer service. If something goes awry with your used gear, KEH has a 180 day warranty and MPB has a 6 month warranty. So there is much less of a risk than eBay or Facebook Marketplace. You pay a bit of overhead, but the piece of mind is worth it.

Before I start my recommendations I want to quickly explain the difference between APS-C and Full Frame camera bodies. (For brevity's sake I am going to omit Micro Four Thirds bodies as they are not typically geared toward beginner photography.)

APS-C has a "crop" sensor. It is a bit smaller than full frame and does not perform as well in low light (more noise). However these bodies are cheaper and can still produce great photos. You can see above the sensor is still significantly larger than a smartphone. APS-C adds a 1.5x zoom to all lenses. This can be annoying in small spaces but advantageous for outdoor photography like wildlife and sports. You can use full frame lenses on a crop sensor body (within the same brand). APS-C lenses are usually cheaper but of lower quality.

Full frame has a larger sensor that will give you less noise in low light. It is also much easier to get background blur. Full frame also allows you to work in more cramped spaces. You *cannot* use APS-C lenses on a full frame body. However, the lenses meant for full frame cameras tend to be better quality in general.

If you can save up a little more and get a full frame body, I would recommend it. These bodies used to be geared more toward professional use, but since mirrorless cameras became popular, used full frame DSLRs have become much more accessible to those on a budget. Full frame cameras make it easier to get better results in challenging circumstances. And challenging conditions are really the main area where ILCs still kick a smartphone's ass.

For tight budgets I would recommend the following...

Canon or Nikon APS-C DSLR camera body

50mm f/1.8 lens (Nifty Fifty)

18-55mm APS-C lens (good for landscapes and portraits)

Yongnuo ETTL Flash

There are lenses called "superzooms" which can go from (as an example) 18-200mm or 70-300mm and other crazy focal lengths. That sounds fantastic and very versatile... but these are usually utter shite. You may be tempted to get one of these lenses hoping it can do everything you need, but there are no free lunches in lens land. Unless you are spending many thousands of dollars, the wider the focal range, the worse the lens will be.

When you stick to the 18-55mm range, you can be assured the images will be decent. And if you find yourself really needing a telephoto lens, you can save up and add it to your collection later on. The 18-55 will give you wide angle for landscapes all the way to slightly telephoto for portraits and moderately close wildlife. This lens cannot be used indoors or at night without a flash. Which is why I recommend the Nifty Fifty for that purpose. $100 for a moderately sharp low light lens is a no brainer.

Also, stick to Canon, Nikon, Sigma, or Tamron lenses. You can try exotic 3rd party lens brands when you know more what you are doing. And always make sure the lens has autofocus before buying.

It's hard to give you exact recommendations as used items are not reliably in stock. So I'm going to show you an example of the above, but I am not necessarily saying you should buy this *exact* combination. You might be able to get something similar with Nikon as well.

Canon 60D APS-C DSLR

50mm f/1.8 lens

Canon 18-55mm APS-C lens (EF-S mount)

Yongnuo TTL Flash

(I wouldn't recommend getting a used flash, as the Yongnuo is already a great price and you can't know if someone used the flash 100,000 times or 20 times.)

Altogether that is about $500. You can start with the 60D and the 50mm Nifty Fifty for $330 and add on the other two items later on.

My recommended full frame setup...

Full frame Canon or Nikon DSLR body

50mm f/1.8 lens (same as before)

24-70mm full frame zoom lens (full frame equivalent to 18-55mm)

ETTL Yongnuo flash (same as before)

And an example from KEH might be...

Canon 6D Full Frame DSLR

Canon 50mm f/1.8 Lens

Sigma 24-70mm Full Frame Zoom lens (EF mount)

Yonguo ETTL Flash

And that would be about $800 total.

Again, you can start with just the camera and 50mm lens and add the other items later. So invest $500 initially and go from there.

And just to give a Nikon example as well...

Nikon D600 Full Frame DSLR

Nikon 50mm f/1.8 Lens

Tamron 24-70mm

Yonguo ETTL Flash (Nikon version)

I highly recommend researching any camera body and lens before purchase. I can vouch for the items above, but you should definitely check out some YouTube videos before buying.

All of the stuff on KEH and MBP is marked down in price for aesthetic reasons. They do test everything to make sure it is functional. If you care if the camera or lens looks pristine, it will cost a little extra. But if you don't mind if it is beat to hell, you can save some money. Ugly or not, you will get the same photos out of the gear. As I said, photography stuff is built to last for a long time. Almost all repairs are due to user damage and not defects. And usually defects manifest when the product is brand new.

Oh, I forgot about the tripod!

Amazon's $35 tripod is surprisingly decent. It even got a good review on a very picky tripod review site. I recommend starting with this and then upgrading when you know more what you need out of a tripod.

Amazon 60 inch Tripod

I worry I'm leaving out a lot of important information, but hopefully I can expand in the other post I am working on.

That said, if anyone is thinking of buying a camera and you are not sure about the items you selected, please feel free to message me and I will help you assess your choices. Please make sure you include a budget range when asking for buying advice.

I hope that helps. I will try to finish the more in depth post soon. And it will include tips for how to get better photos from your smartphone if you cannot afford an ILC at the moment.

Further resources...

Recipe for Landscape Photos Froggie's Encyclopedia of Lens Terms

#photography #long post

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