#leland mckinney fluff

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Survivor!Leland Dad Headcanons

i am so so so so head over heels for this gorgeous ball of fluff i cannot even explain. literally spent the past like 4 hours rambling about him i cant get over him hes so MMM

Cw: mild angst, i'll make the angsty paragraphs purple so you can avoid them if you just want fluff :)

!!WARNING!!: you will get baby fever.

Leland is a country boy at heart, and he definitely chooses to settle down with you on a small ranch complete with a few acres of property, just in case you ever want to have livestock or expand, but also because he wants room to build playsets and make sure his kids are getting out and have space to play outside.

He'd buy the wood to make a playset, and he'd get all of his dad's tools together and stand out back, staring at the pile of scrap, trying to figure out what to do with it. He wasn't all that familiar with it, but he wanted something handmade- he wanted to be able to build a play set so he could tell his kids about it. You'd go out back and chat with him about it, and every time he explained his vision to you, it was something different.

After about a month, you ended up just purchasing one of those store-made play sets and gave him some of the supplies as well as the instructions. However, he used the wood parts he'd gotten for the bulk of it. The playset ended up looking a little strange- most of it was natural wood, but then the roof and stairs were plastic, and the slide, and the railings, but it had a bit of charm to it. And Leland loved bragging about how he built it himself. You still remember the large grin he wore when he presented it to you, and then leaned down, speaking to your stomach and telling your baby how about all the fun they were going to have on it.

He spent the next two-weeks baby proofing it. Padding everywhere, he managed to static-proof the slide, he added extra stability to the fences, and it ended up looking even more... unique. You teased him about it, telling him that kids were going to find a way to get hurt no matter how much he baby proofed it, but he was stubborn that some was better than none. You let him get away with it, until...

He started baby proofing the house. Some, you understood. Outlet covers. Cabinet locks. Baby gates by the stairs- that was all fine. But then he started putting rubber softeners against every sharp surface, he moved around all of the silverware so that it was out of reach- out of your reach, too, and hardly organized. You put an end to this really quickly, and although he was clearly anxious about your kids finding a way to hurt themselves, you'd tell him that- yeah, they were kids. That's what they were great at. He was just making your lives harder without really doing anything. So, he took it back a notch, though you did notice him sprinkle in random rubber rounders on sharp corners. You didn't call him out on it, and he eventually was satisfied, and stopped, leaving it to rest.

He dresses his babies in overalls and cow-print onesies, the fabric always has some sort of pattern on it, whether its small horses or sunflowers- whatever it was, it had a pattern on it. He wasn't very good at picking out outfits for them, as they very often clashed and he didn't understand that you can't just mix patterns, but with a bit of guidance from you (and you supervising him when you shop for clothes), he slowly got better at picking out outfits for them, and also started getting a bit better at picking out his own outfits as a bonus.

While it wasn't a terrible case, you did suffer from a bit of postpartum depression, especially with your first, and Leland felt awful about it, like genuinely gut-wrenchingly bad, so he did everything possible to make things easier on you. He always offered to be the one on wake-up duty, refusing to let you get up out of bed when the baby started crying. If you wanted, he'd go and get them and hand them off to you, letting you hold them for a little while and let them fall back asleep before he returned them to the nursery.

One night, you'd waken up to the baby crying, but Leland reassured you that he'd take care of them, so you went back to sleep. When you woke up about an hour later, Leland still wasn't there, and you grew a little worried. You got up out of bed and checked the nursery, and both of them were gone. You immediately went into a panic, and you headed down the stairs, only to find Leland on the living room carpet with your baby, leaning against the couch as he dangled a foil toy above them. He yawned; he looked absolutely exhausted, and he was dozing off as he bobbed the toy up and down.

"Lee?" "Huh-? I'm awake, I'm awake, where is she?" He jolted awake, looking around until he spotted your daughter reaching up for the toy above her head, and he let out a breath of relief. "Sorry, she just would not go back to sleep. I came down to start the coffee, and set her down here, and.... Guess I just dozed off." You laughed, walking over to him and sitting next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Do you wanna go get some sleep? I don't mind starting some coffee and watching her." "Are you sure?" "Positive. Go get some sleep, babe, you're all good," you reassured. He kissed your cheek, and then kissed his daughter's forehead before heading back upstairs.

Especially for your first kid, he got really anxious when they'd cry. He'd try all sorts of things- tried burping them, tried feeding them, tried playing with them, anything he could think of. And it took a lot of persuasion for him to realize that, no, your kid was not dying, they were a baby, and babies cry. He got a lot more accustomed to this idea by the second, and then the third, and was pretty much a pro by the fourth kid.

Oh yeah, four kids. Three girls and one boy. He is SUCH a girl dad and I will not be accepting criticism on this.

Every single time you gave birth, you'd hold the baby for about fifteen minutes before passing it off to Leland, who refused to give it back for at least an hour. He'd tell you to just get some rest, you deserved it, and he just wanted to take the trouble off your hands. "Our baby is not trouble," you'd remind, but he'd shush you, and as time went on, your kids started chiming in, telling you "Just get some sleep, mom!", and you'd pretend to go to sleep, and Leland would sit on the floor with them, letting them see their new sibling.

He wouldn't let them be held by any of your kids, he didn't want to risk the worst, but he'd talk it through with the kids, explaining the story that Mom worked really really hard for their new sibling, so they needed to be gentle with them, and be patient. The older ones understood it, but the younger ones had a little trouble grasping the fact that babies could be loud, and annoying, and frustrating, but he'd explain to them that babies can't do anything else because they don't know much. Exactly the way that you'd first reassured him about his anxieties with the baby crying.

Another thing that never changed were his occasional anxiety attacks, usually after a bad nightmare back to the event, or when he couldn't sleep despite his meds, and he paced in the bathroom, running his fingers through his hair over, and over, and over again. Thinking about the what if's. Thinking about all of it. And he'd get on the edge of tears, the edge of really breaking down, before he'd go into the nursery and sit next to the crib. He'd set his hand inside, and the moment that his baby's tiny fingers wrapped around one of his, he'd let out a tense exhale, managing a smile. Even when they were grown, he'd stand in the frame of their door in the middle of the night, reassuring himself that he'd done fine. That he'd made a life for himself. Made a family for himself. That they'd be proud of him. And while it never got easier, he got better at understanding it, at calming himself down, at reassuring himself.

As his kids get older, they start asking about his scars. You overhear it from where you're cleaning in the kitchen, and you step closer, listening in. At first, you worry that he'll shut down- you know how sensitive subject it is for him, and there's silence.

"Daddy?" Your daughter asked, and you could hear a sniffle. He let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, see, you aren't s'posed to know about 'em. Stuff you don't wanna know about your daddy, kiddo," he'd respond, and you could practically see the pout on her face. It was his fault he spoiled them so much. "C'mon, daddy, tell me! Please? I promise I won't tell anyone else," she hummed. "Nobody? Not even your brother?" "Nobody," she assured, and he sighed. "Well, before you were born... I went on a lot of adventures. Me and my friends. See, we had to fight these real bad guys. During the battle, they got a good couple of hits on me, and that's what the scars are from." "Did you win?" There was another pause. "Yeah, sugar, I won." "Where are your friends now?" Another pause. "They're out there protectin' others. They don't have kids like me and your mom. I had to retire from kickin' butt," he teased. "You're still my hero, daddy." You smiled, and you could hear his voice break as he replied with, "I love you, baby. Don't ever forget that, alright? No matter what happens." "I know, I love you too, dad."

It wasn't long before your kids started to touch his scars in passing, when they were playing with him, or when he was sitting on the couch next to him. They'd lean against his shoulder and touch the ones on his forceps, ones that you knew were far too small to be sensitive. But then they'd touch the ones on his back, and you'd hear him let out a quiet grunt, trying to shift- not shift away, but shift so that his back faced them, and they'd ease up their pressure. He'd remind them to be gentle, and they'd oblige, gently tracing the scars on his back.

He understood that they were curious; they were young, and touch was how they explored. He would've been curious too, at their age. So he was patient with them, and understanding. Even when they'd accidentally poke at a sensitive spot, and his jaw would tighten, but he never got angry at them. Sometimes, he'd give you a look, and you'd understand immediately, and distract the kids with something else so he could have his personal space.

It wasn't long before a lot of his scars were named. The ones on his back were Billy and Jessie, and the one on his chest was Hugh. The others had names too, but they changed pretty often. Those three remained the same, though. Sometimes the kids would line them with colorful markers, drawing wings around them or drawing faces on the scar tissue, and he got used to them messing with the scars, and it started to affect him less.

From the minute they grasp the concept of walking, those kids are dancing. Or, at the very least, bouncing as Leland danced around them, singing to whatever was on the radio at that moment. He loved having dance parties with his kids, and you'd join in, and he'd twirl you, your kids acting as a hype squad as the two of you danced. He liked letting his kids pick out something from his vinyl collection and putting it on, dancing along to his favorites and teaching them how to dosey-doe and square dance.

The first time his daughter fell off of her bike, he cried way more than she did. She was already back on the bike, asking for Leland to help her, and he was practically bawling, talking about how he was so proud of her for being so strong. You'd laugh, and step in, helping her out while he collected himself.

The moment that his daughters have enough hair to clip a bow on, he's doing it for them. He does it for every outing, all the way until they graduate. Every prom, he set up one of the bedrooms as a sort of salon, and he did all of their hair for them, even the ones who weren't going to prom that year. And every year, he was teary-eyed as he did it, rambling about how much they've grown up.

With his son, most people expected him to go hog wild with the sports dad thing, but he was entirely the opposite. he didn't want his son to get hurt, so he never even encouraged the idea of sports.

"Lee, you were in football in high school. Don't you want that opportunity for him?" "I knew a guy who was paralyzed from football." "You knew a guy, or you heard it on the radio?" "..................I'm not takin' any risks."

He swears your hormones are contagious. If he walks in on you crying, he starts crying, and he never cried before you had kids. And then both of you would be crying, and neither of you would know why, so you'd start laughing, and then you'd go back to crying again. He didn't understand it in the slightest, but he was fine as long as you and his kids were.

Speaking of hormones, you had to sit him down when your oldest daughter got about 12, and you gave him a very in depth discussion about how periods work, what he should expect, and what he can do to help.

The next time he came back from the store, he had a box of every single brand of pad and tampon. And he assured you that it was important because you never know what might work. Well, what worked was the first box that they tried, and now Leland was left with a lot of boxes and a lot of period products. So, what did he do?

He broke down the boxes and took out all of the period products. And he made a fort with the boxes, using the pads as adhesive and using the tampons as decoration. You and your two daughters stumbled across him working in the living room, laying on his back as he used a pad to tape two boxes together.

"Dad...? What are you doing?" Your eldest asked, the three of you exchanging a glance. "Are you okay, daddy?" The younger one added, and he sat up, turning towards the three of you with the happiest, most proud-dad grin on his face. "It's a period palace!" He laughed, showing off his work.

The kids didn't play in it much, but he and Jacs had their fun with it, and before long it was thrown out, probably for the best.

When referring to him in conversation with your kids, you'd refer to him as Dad, or Daddy, and he'd refer to you as Mom. However, when he was being more affectionate, he'd refer to you as Mama instead.

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Johnny or Leland? | Episode 1

Previous Episode ♡ Next Episode Hiyyaa <33 This is a choose your own ending story. I'm sure this has been done before on here, but I've always been obsessed with the option of choosing your own path in stories. I wanted to make a love triangle story between Leland and Johnny but I just couldn't choose who to pick in the end so this was the best solution to my problem. I have also included links to porn in this series, for better visualization ;) I hope you enjoy the story! <3 Word Count: 1,644 Warnings: MDNI, kidnapping

You've always had such a hard time choosing. You find yourself spending ages making simple decisions and you don't understand how hard it can be… Do I want regular Coca Cola or Coca Cola cherry? You're standing in front of the open fridge at the convenience store, shutting it only after the cashier starts giving you dirty looks. You continue holding both of the glass bottles in your hand. Taking turns looking from one soda to the other. You feel this is a losing battle regardless, whatever you end up not choosing, will be the one you crave after taking one sip of your chosen drink. You take a deep sigh and don't take notice of the man approaching you. 

“Havin’ a hard time deciding?” Your gaze shoots up from the bottles and you're met with a young man smirking at you, leaned up against one of the soda fridges. “uhh, yeah… which one would you pick?”, you tilt your head curiously. You just want this small inconvenience to be over with already. “I'm more of a classic guy. Don't like cherry too much. Go with the original”. He’s confident in the way he’s speaking. “Well, I do like cherry. I just-” He cuts you off, “cherry it is then sweetheart, come on, i'll get it for ya”. He opens the fridge and grabs the original coke from your hand to place it back in its place. You feel his hand graze yours, making your eyes shoot up to look at his face. He’s close to you as he reaches into the fridge. You get a whiff of his cologne and he smells really good. 

He walks over to the cash register and you place the cherry coke on the counter. The man pulls out his wallet and flips through his cash to bring out a dollar bill. You haven't stopped staring since the first time you laid eyes on him, he’s beautiful and the way he occasionally licks his lips makes you feel some type of way. He finally takes notice, and as the cashier collects his change, he looks over to you to shoot you a quick wink. He lets his head drop, chuckling and your cheeks burn hotter than the sun. The cashier is unamused, rolling his eyes at the cheesy scene unfolding before his unfortunate eyes. You grab your drink off the counter while your head stays down to hide your hard blushing. 

He holds the door open for you and gestures for you to walk in front of him. Once you exit the store, you're met with the cool night breeze. The sun has already set so it doesn't burn your skin to be outside, but you still feel that damn heat nonetheless. “Thank you for the drink, sir. You shouldn't have” your voice is sweet and gentle, you appreciate his kind gesture. “Sir?! alright, please don't tell me I look like a sir to you!”. His mouth is left agape but you see him smiling through his shock. You giggle at his reaction… it was intentional, he didn't look old at all but you just couldn't refrain from teasing him. “Oh, I don't know. Why don't you introduce yourself?”. You look up at him with a warm smile and he laughs, loving your playfulness. “Well darlin’, since you asked so kindly. The name’s Leland, I'm not a sir and I’d love to get to know a beautiful woman like yourself”. He looks down to your blushed face and smirks, loving your mannerism every time he directly flirts with you. 

You look down at the ground but he steps closer to you, bringing his hand to your chin to have you facing him again. “No need to act all shy with me, sugar”. He’s only inches away from your face. You feel the warmth of his breath bounce off your lips. He’s still holding onto your chin and staring directly at your lips, making you lick them to prepare for him. He looks into your eyes briefly, smirking, then quickly pulls in to connect his lips with yours. His lips are soft and you feel like you're melting into the strangers arms as he uses his free hand to pull your waist closer. You shoot your eyes open as you hear a tree branch breaking behind you. It sounded close enough for you to turn around completely, facing the direction of the noise. 

Leland looks at you with a raised eyebrow, wondering what's with the theatrics. “Did you hear that?” Your voice is almost whispering. “It was probably some squirrel. What? You're scared of some cute critter?”. He teases you and you laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder. He makes a face, pretending you hurt him, holding his shoulder and letting out fake pained grunts until he eventually also breaks into laughter with you. His teasing made you let your guard back down. He gently turns you back around and pulls you in again, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched as you continued kissing him. You were most likely paranoid due to the pitch blackness of the forest behind you. Anything could lurk in the shadows and your fear of the unknown is taking a toll on you, it was probably nothing. You feel a chill run up your spine, making you shiver and hug yourself. Leland notices your discomfort and  pulls away from the kiss. He places both his arms around you, covering you like a warm blanket. “...you wanna warm up in my car?”. He looks down at you with his kind eyes. You nod into his chest and look up at him giving him a warm smile. He returns the smile and keeps one arm around your shoulder as the two of you walk over to his car. 

Once both of you are seated in his car, he looks over to you. Your hands are tucked between your thighs, partially because of the dropping temperature. But it was also a way to calm the butterflies going wild between your legs. Just looking at the man made your thoughts act up. His lips were softer than cotton and thinking about them again made your lips tingle. Your thoughts get interrupted by his hand making its way to your thigh. His hand gives you a gentle squeeze as it rests warm and soft on your thigh. “You’re beautiful”. His words escaped him as if he was nervous. There were no hints of nervousness coming from him from the second you met him. You look at him and there is innocence to his mannerism, you find yourself smiling over his sweetness. Without saying anything, you lean in and let your lips find his. Your hands rest on his lap and he has one of his hands wrapped around your waist while the other is behind your neck. 

You deepen the kiss, squeezing your hands in his lap. Your hands are resting close to his bulge and you feel how big the curve is. You moan into his kiss and he responds giving you a deep groan. He introduces his tongue and you gladly welcome it inside your mouth. Your spit and tongues swirl together and you can tell he’s experienced. You feel your pussy get wetter as you kiss him but break away from it to look down at his growing bulge. You look into his narrowed eyes and you can tell he wants you badly. You stroke the print of his shaft from the outside of his tight fitting jeans. You bite your lip as you continue stroking and he leans his head back, releasing a wonderful groan to express how good your soft hands feel on his clothed cock. 

He lets his head return to meet your gaze and in that moment it was just you and him. Both of you were completely unaware of your surroundings as you started to unbuckle his belt. You unzip his jeans, breaking away from the kiss to focus on the zipper for a second. To your absolute horror, you hear the driver’s window shatter, and before you realize what had happened, you see Leland’s head collapsed on the steering wheel and blood gushing from the back of his head. You see the stone that was used to break the window and a faceless man rushing behind the car to make his way to your side. 

“Leland!!! Please wake up!” you try shaking him but your desperate pleas prove to be useless as he’s knocked out cold. Your fight or flight kicks in and you unlock the door to get away before the man gets to you. You swing the car door open, crying as you feel horrible for leaving Leland behind. You run but your heart skips a beat when you hear heavy footsteps chase after you. You’re smart enough to not look back and continue running for your life, screaming for help as you try to make it back to the convenience store. You had no idea how close the man was to you but you become very aware the second he manages to hit you across the back of your head, making you fall to the ground. Your head is pressed against the concrete with his big hands, making it impossible to move and your vision starts to blur until everything fades to black. 

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☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

all works fall under the texas chainsaw franchise, including the films and video game. ⊹₊⋆ = involves smut.

༺☆༻ GENERAL

. . . drabbles & headcanons

how the gang became friends (all victims)

modern au family headcanons (all killers, crack fic)

sawyer/slaughter family using captured!reader for sex ⊹₊⋆

sissy and johnny exposing the victims

college headcanons w/ the tcm boys ⊹₊⋆

educated-themed headcanons w/ family

habit-themed headcanons w/ family

random tcm victim headcanons

. . . fics

odd one out - (johnny x fem!reader x leland) ⊹₊⋆

to devour is to love (original character, fic series)

༺☆༻ CANON/CANON FICS

. . . drabble and headcanons

nubbins sawyer/sonny williams drabble

༺☆༻ JOHNNY SLAUGHTER

. . . drabbles and headcanons

stockholm syndromed reader (fem/gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

hunter/prey (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

reader around family w/ protective johnny (gn!reader)

solo johnny headcanons

johnny w/ stoner!reader s/o (gn!reader, fluff)

how johnny picks his victims (solo)

johnny's s/o enjoying the hunt (gn!reader)

reader stabs johnny to escape (gn!reader)

fucking johnny in the back of a truck (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

romance-themed headcanon (gn!reader)

johnny flirting with plus/mid-size reader (gn!reader)

johnny x POTS!reader, hurt/comfort (gn!reader)

yearning johnny (gn!reader)

johnny threating stockholm'd!reader (gn!reader)

. . . fics

the slaughtered lamb (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

that boy is a monster (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

busted cars and sunsets (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

disguised lessons (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

cotton white (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

༺☆༻ HANDS MCNAMARA

. . . drabbles and headcanons

primal smut w/ hands (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

hands gifting bubba his first mask

༺☆༻ DRAYTON SAWYER "THE COOK"

. . . drabbles and headcanons

perv!drayton peeping-tom at reader ⊹₊⋆

༺☆༻ LELAND MCKINNEY

. . . fics

you make lovin' fun (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

༺☆༻ DANNY GAINES

. . . drabbles and headcanons

danny helping you struggle w/ depression (gn!reader)

got to stay hidden (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

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Close Encounters (Leland McKinney x Fem!Reader)

Leland McKinney x Fem!Reader 18+ Minors DNI 

A/N- Filling the giant Leland sized hole in the fanfic internet with massive amounts of smut and fluff. Lots of plot conveniences, because let's be real I just want to write protective Leland fucking the shit out of someone. I will eventually write Leland x Male!Reader too, because that's what we deserve. 

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Concept- You and Leland have been best friends for years, always subtly hoping for a little more but both of you are too scared to make the first move out of fear of the other not feeling the same. Leland can bowl into a family member that's about to murder him no problem, however when it comes to confessing his feelings he fears rejection more than he does his own life. 

Content- NSFW 18+, Reader is a little taller than Leland, Dom!Leland x Sub!Reader, Oral, Praise, Leland is a pleasure dom

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The noise floods your ears, before you're even fully awake, making your blood run cold. The loud rev of a chainsaw, though it's slightly disoriented, perhaps from the blood loss. You blink a few times, your mind foggy, trying to recall just where you were. 

It's only when you feel the sting of the rope tightly woven around your hands and that smell... you almost throw up... that you remember what had happened. Where you are. It takes everything in you not to let out a scared whine, as you shift slightly on the hook. The noise is loud and echoes through the room, making your heart race. 

Your eyes adjust to the darkness, only to instantly wish you could forget, spotting the various body parts and buckets of blood surrounding the room. You can't help but let out a quiet groan, trying to slip off your restraints. You needed to get out.

The sound of footsteps caused your movements to be more frantic as you squirmed, silently begging for the rope to tear quicker. What had it been made out of fucking iron? 

The noise grew louder, the rope burning into your skin the more you resisted. Everything felt like too much and had it not been for the adrenaline coursing through your veins you'd probably have passed out again a long time ago.

Your heart stops however, when you see the careful wiggle of the doorknob, silently whispering for it to stop to no one in particular. As if the ominous presence outside the door would adhere to your requests and you'd be completely fine. You feel the slight trickle down your cheeks, cursing yourself for crying in a moment like this. You couldn't panic, not right now. You had to get out of here.

It takes everything in you not to start sobbing when the door slowly opens, however you're thankful you didn't when you spot a familiar mess of brunette hair. Your heart stops, relieved to see he's okay.

"Leland?" You whisper anxiously. 

He glances up, eyes widening, as he races towards you, using what looks like a sharp bone to tear through the rope. The sight makes your stomach churn, however you're too focused on getting out to really ask questions about how or where Leland might have gotten such a thing. Not that you really needed to ask. 

Once free he gently grabs your shoulders, doing a once over. 

"Are you okay?" Leland's voice is quiet, barely a whisper, and he looks worse than you. 

You nod slowly, unsure what you could possibly say. A part of you was too stunned to speak, as you noticed the blood patterns on his shirt and the tear of his clothes just above the waist. The wound looks a little old, blood now dark and a little crusted, but it also didn't look healthy. 

Before you can ask him anything else, he gently grabs your hand, guiding you out the door you had come. 

"I'm going to get you out of here... I promise," he assured quietly, gritting his teeth. Leland moved with careful calculation, darting down dark tunnels and through tiny little slits in the wall. The sound of the chainsaw sounded a little closer, the more you limped. Part of you wanted to ask about the others. 

Had he even seen them? 

Leland opened a tiny blue box, glancing around, before quietly sorting through the pile of scraps. You were a little confused in his movements, eyes darting around carefully. You felt so exposed standing under the dim light of the room. You're surprised when Leland lets out a sigh of relief grabbing a tiny looking sharp object. It almost reminds you of an ice pick.

His hand is quick to find yours again, guiding you carefully through the corridors. Leland glances over his shoulder ever so often, as if he's terrified you're going to disappear from his grasp any moment. 

Leland then stops in front of a door, and you're a little surprised at how effortlessly he slides the tool in, fiddling with the lock. You didn't even know Leland knew how to pick a lock. 

Your heart continued to hammer in your chest, as the chainsaw revved up again, sounding way too close for comfort. Leland's shoulders tighten, and he starts moving a little quicker on the door in response to the noise, a look of determination crossing his face.

You were shaking so bad, trying to block out everything about the dank cellar. The smell. The heat. It all made your stomach churn. 

Leland quickly slides the door open, glancing around anxiously before grabbing your hand once again. A familiar pattern now. He looked up the stairs, before pulling you through the blue door as well, crouching and taking slow quiet steps. 

You stared at each other, an almost unspoken conversation occuring. The dark circles under his eyes and the redness revealed that he had probably been crying for a while. Leland also had a small cut on his lip which you hadn't noticed before in the dim lighting below. It was hard to resist reaching out and affectionately touching it. 

Both of you were terrified, though Leland did a better job at hiding it. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, before turning his attention back to the stairs. You both listened intently, the sound of thudding footsteps rushing by overhead then a voice, a male's.

"Before you go running off with those back house hippies again, can you PLEASE find these damned kids!" 

Leland seemed to cling to the shadows, shielding you with his body, as he eyed the stairs carefully. After a few moments the footsteps faded, and he carefully made his way forward again, creeping around the house. It was fairly dark, which made it hard to step around. 

Having Leland as your guide made you feel a little more comfortable, stepping everywhere you saw his feet go, constantly looking over your shoulder. You half expected something to pull you from his grasp, the idea sending a chill down your spine. Part of you wanted this to be some fucked up dream, silently begging to just wake up.

The more you walked through the house, the more on edge you got. You tried not to focus too long on anything in the house that wasn't a window or potential exit, growing nauseous when your eyes landed on a bucket of blood for too long. 

It wasn't long before Leland slipped out of a swinging screen door, quietly opening it and guiding you further. After glancing around and seeing you two were alone, he stood up, pulling you towards a thick patch of bushes. His grip was gentle but firm, as he pushed down on your shoulders a little, instructing you to crouch. 

You could hardly think or act, so he did it for you. Leland spoke again, his voice barely audible. 

"You stay right here, keep quiet, and if anyone approaches you, stab them with this," Leland started, handing you the bone scrap he had before. His eyes studied your face intently, before letting out a quiet sigh. 

"I will be right back, I promise, I just have to get this gate open. I think I saw a pressure valve back there. If they find you, run, don't look back. Don't worry about me. You just focus on getting out of here." 

You were reluctant at first, not wanting to part with the man, as you let out a quiet sigh of your own. Your heart was racing and you felt like crying all over again, shaking your head. 

"No... don't leave me," you pleaded quietly. 

Leland studied your face, chewing his bottom lip, as he stared at you determinedly. His eyes were serious. 

"You need to listen to me okay? I don't want to split up but if we are getting out of here, this is the only way to do it. We have to work together," he replied, before gently caressing your cheek.

"I will try to be back quickly."

It wasn't the guarantee you wanted, but you knew that a guarantee wasn't possible. Not in this circumstance. Your stomach churned, the thought of having to leave Leland behind making you feel violently ill. 

The brunette said little else, quickly slipping away in the opposite direction you had come. You tried to keep your voice quiet and still your movement, as you crouched low, nestling in the grass. You felt so exposed, not even convinced that your "hiding" spot was all that safe, but there wasn't much else you could do. 

How did things shift so drastically? 

You focused on steadying your breathing, trying to remember small details, familiarizing yourself with the area. You had to escape. And Maria... your heart faltered at the thought. She deserved better than to get nabbed while out having fun with her friends. Your stomach lurched, not wanting to think too long on the young girl's fate. 

Poor Ana... you could still hear her screams and cries, when you'd learned of Maria's fate. The others had to be alive. You and Leland couldn't be all that was left. You refused to believe it. 

You tried to nestle a little deeper in the grass, when you heard footsteps approaching. You recognized them instantly, your blood running cold. The same ones you had heard back inside the house on the stairs with Leland. 

The man's voice is sharp and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He's so close you could reach out and touch him, but he doesn't seem to notice you just yet, eyes darting around in every direction. It takes everything in you not to inhale, holding your breath when he crouches down, his fingers brushing along the trail in the dirt. 

He grumbles something to himself, and you're terrified he's going to eventually hear you slip up, noticing you cowering in the grass. Your fingers wrap around the tiny sharp bone scrap Leland had handed you, studying the man and thinking of all the possible places you could stab to keep him from coming after you. He was certainly a bit bigger than you and could easily overpower you if it came down to it. You had to be smart about it.

He stands back up, and you're relieved, until you notice the sinister smile curling on his lips. He had turned something up. Probably Leland's tracks. The realization makes your stomach churn. If you didn't do anything, he'd find Leland. 

Once his back is turned, you slowly stand up, ready to strike into the man's neck. You aren't as stealthy as you think however, and upon standing up, the man seems to sense your presence behind him. You inhale sharply as he turns, grabbing your arms. The bone scrap falls to the ground, as you struggle in his grip.

Your wrists are still sore from when you had been hanging from the cellar moments before. You're relieved however, when you spot Leland's familiar shape, ramming his body into the man, which causes him to loosen his grip on you and fall over.

While the guy is stunned, Leland carefully helps you up, urging you to run the opposite way.

"We gotta go," he frantically screams, limping a little behind you, ready to take on the guy that had been after you if he needed to. 

Leland continues to guide you from behind, telling you to keep moving forward, until a gate comes into view. It looks like it's not too far away and leads out onto the open road. Safety tasted a little closer with every step you took, the minute victory eased every fear and pain that had arisen since awaking. 

You can hear the guy Leland knocked over screaming after you, calling out to what you can only assume are the other psychopaths on the small plot of land. Your muscles in your legs ache, as you push on, glancing back ever so often to make sure Leland was keeping up with you. 

He had reopened the small cut near his ribcage. Your heart lurched, hoping it didn't get infected. Leland seemed unbothered however, hobbling on as if it was hardly an issue. 

After what seemed like forever, you eventually pushed out the gate, making your way further up the road. The loud screams of the man slowly drowned out, until you could no longer hear the noise. 

Once Leland was sure you were safe, he paused, leaning against a tree. After catching his breath, he gently took your face in his hand, giving you a once over.

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he? That fucker... I should've done more. Stabbed him with-"

You cut him off, shaking your head gently, as you tried to process what had just happened. 

"I...No..." 

You struggled finding the words, as you finally allowed yourself a moment to catch up, tears slowly slipping down your cheeks. Then the silent cries turned into slightly loud sobs, as your whole body shook. 

Leland gently moved his hands, wrapping you into a careful hug, as he rubbed your back.

"Hey... hey... it's okay, we're okay," he whispered reassuringly. 

You hear his words but don't listen, the world blurring around you. The adrenaline was slowly starting to wear off, and all you wanted was to be back home. Everything around you seemed to slip away, and you can hardly remember what happened after.

All you can recall is one minute you were crying on the road, and the next you were back in the van, hiding far away from the horror house, hoping the others would show. Leland had confirmed that Connie and Sonny had been alive, but they all departed after the maniac with the chainsaw ran after one of them, allowing the other two to escape. 

Leland had found them before you, urging them to meet him at the van once they got out. Informing them he wouldn't step off this property until he knew you were out and safe. 

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, as you waited for the others. You were curled up quietly against his chest, the tears just now stopping, your body calming. The slow rise and fall of your chest was the only indicator to Leland that you were even alive.

There's several times you hear of how a near death experience affects people. How the adrenaline runs in your veins, your life flashing before your eyes. All the things you still hadn't done, the life you wanted to lead slipping out in a hazy blur. Part of you wonders if Leland had those same thoughts. 

You wouldn't have wanted to be found by anyone else, knowing he was the one person that would know how to keep you from spiraling. To keep you calm.

You nestled a little deeper against him, hands slinking around his waist, mindful of his somewhat new wound. He didn't seem to mind the closeness, resting his chin on your head, a hand gently combing through your hair in soft smooth motions. A gentle comfort to each other.

Leland closed his eyes softly, letting out a quiet sigh.

"I was so scared I'd lose you..." Leland whispered, closing his eyes, as his other hand pulled you closer to him. "After seeing where we ended up I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd do if I couldn't find you. I... I can't live without you."

You carefully moved to study his face, staring up at him with wide eyes. Leland has always been so strong to you. In the many years you'd known him, he cried rarely. Usually it was him quietly reassuring you. To see him practically fall apart made your heart ache. You're surprised when his eyes open and they're a little glassy. 

Leland's hand moved to carefully cup your face, as he let out a somewhat dry laugh. 

"This is what it takes?" he whispers, and you can't tell if he's talking to you or himself. You're unsure what he's even talking about. You shift slightly, placing your hand over his. 

"Leland?"

Your voice is the calm amidst the chaos. A comfort for him. It seems to be a reminder. Leland shakes his head quietly, chewing his bottom lip. Your heart is racing, feeling a sudden shift in the enclosed van. Tension is thick in the air, practically suffocating, as you take in a sharp inhale. 

The way Leland is staring at you makes you practically shrink, your whole body blushing. 

"Wanna know what's stupid? My life was on the line, I was terrified of it, and all I could think was I can't believe I'm going to die never telling you things. How I feel. I told myself if I make it out of this, I won't risk that again. Now that I'm in front of you, it's... so much harder than it seemed it would be. I still am... such a coward."

Leland's voice gets quieter with each word he's speaking, until he's whispering at you almost like he was still afraid of getting caught. Your shoulders tensed, trying to understand his words. You had often fantasized of a moment such as this many nights over, however it was never like this. Part of you was worried you might somehow manage to misinterpret his words, tearing each sentence apart and analyzing if he could mean anything different than what you wanted.

"Leland..."

He cuts you off, gently taking your hand off his and holding it with both of his own. The brunette shakes his head softly, his brown eyes staring up at you intensely. 

"No. Don't speak... not yet. If you do I might lose my nerve," Leland begins, his grip on your hand tightening a little. "I've known you since we were kids... have been in love with you since we were sixteen. It felt like before we had all the time in the world. I was so... scared you wouldn't feel the same. If it's not broken don't fix it... you know? But I... I don't want to talk around it anymore. I want you. It's always and only ever going to be you." 

You meet his gaze with an unwavering look, heart racing, as his words sink it. Part of you is convinced you passed out from blood loss, and all of this is a hazy dream. Leland's words don't feel real, and the only thing keeping you grounded are his careful fingers wrapped tightly around your hand. They're warm against your skin. 

You try to find the words, your mind racing. Leland is staring at you with such desperation, his split lip sticking out, almost in a silent pleading. Begging for you to be merciful with his heart. 

The van suddenly feels hundred of degrees hotter, your skin flushing, as you bat your eyelashes up at him, still a little stunned. Like him you stumble over your words.

"Leland..."

You feel his temperature increase in your hands, his heart racing wildly at the way you say his name. Leland blinks back at you, that hopeful look shining in his eyes. You, like always, had his full attention. 

The words never leave your lips. Instead you were slinking forward, closing what little space remained between you too. The world seemed to slow down, when your faces were close, your noses barely touching. Leland's hand moved to brush your hair behind your ear, as his eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, silently asking for permission.

You nodded, scared that by speaking the moment will be broken.

When his lips touch yours, your heart flutters, eyes flickering closed. His hand moved to the back of your neck, carefully cradling it, as he urged you closer. You can taste the blood on his mouth from the minor cut, shifting in his lap. 

Your heart drops when he lets out a quiet wince, his free hand moving to his waist. You slowly pull back, heart racing, as you study his wound.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-"

You're surprised when Leland cuts you off with a quiet laugh, smiling up at you. 

"Are you kidding? I'd break every bone in my body if it meant I could feel your tender caress," Leland whispered quietly, adjusting his position, the wound forgotten once again. Then the brunette blushed slightly, closing the space between you once again, as he pulled you between his legs. 

"Don't worry about hurting me... Not anymore." 

Leland's hands gently snake around your waist, as he stares up at you. You'd never seen him smile up at you like that. At anyone for that matter. It was almost like... a crooked smile, his eyes lit up. 

"I want to kiss you again... really I want to never stop but..."

He seemed rather proud of the statement, laughing quietly to himself, before meeting your gaze once again. 

Your hands gently went over his shoulders, resting on his back, as you smiled back at him. He took that as an invitation, getting on his knees and wrapped you into another kiss. This one wasn't near as gentle as the first, his lips moving intensely against yours, as his hand reached the back of your head again. 

He smiles against your lips, another soft chuckle leaving his lips, as his lips move down your jaw. Leland then seems to catch himself, freezing against you, before stopping and looking at you. The scarlet flooding his cheeks makes you smile a little, as he shifts a little.

"I... I'm sorry. I don't ex-"

Nothing mattered in that moment. Everything outside of the tiny van no... outside of Leland faded away. The only thing that you could see were his soft brown eyes and the gentle look on his face. You shook your head, your hands moving to the collar of his shirt, as you pulled him forward a little. 

"Leland, I want you." 

You didn't think it was possible for his face to get redder, as he looked up at you through his thick lashes, chewing his bottom lip. He didn't seem opposed to the idea, his body warm beneath your fingers, as his hands moved to your hips, gently squeezing them. 

"Are you sure...?"

With everything that had happened today, you were desperate for a little sense of normalcy. To let off some of the pent up stress from moments ago. Almost losing everything made you only more assured that this is what you wanted. To take advantage of every quiet moment alone with the boy. 

"Yes. I don't want to wait." 

You'd been waiting for the man long enough. 

Leland's smile makes your heart flutter, as he gently pushes you down, your back meeting the floor of the van. Everything seems to fade away as he carefully unbuttons your shirt, trailing kisses from your jaw down to your neck. 

"You're so beautiful..."

He praises quietly. While Leland was no stranger to seeing you bare, often with years of friendship you two had been comfortable enough to change in front of each other. However this time his glances didn't have to be subtle. He could worship your body the way he always believed you deserved. 

You squirm a little beneath his mouth, letting out a soft moan, when his teeth subtly graze against the skin just above your breast. A faint purple mark settles in it's place, when his lips move to another patch of skin. Everywhere his mouth touched grew warm, only for the cool air to hit it after he moved. The sensation makes her skin crawl, as Leland's hands move to your back, making quick work to unclasp your bra. 

Like your shirt it was quickly discarded, his lips moving to your breasts themselves. Every touch is subtle and soft, his tongue running along your nipple. Your back arched slightly in response, when his teeth wrapped around it. 

Leland seemed rather pleased with the way your body reacted, letting out a quiet hum of amusement, before moving to your other breast. While kissing, his hands trailed down the length of your body, squeezing your sides once again, before slipping into the belt loop of your pants. With a careful tug they started to slip down and he stopped kissing for a moment, looking up to see your reaction. 

After seeing you still enthusiastic for his touch, he smiles, slipping them off. His lips trail down your midriff. Leland's tongue is tickling against the more sensitive spots on your skin, as your stomach sucks in and you let out a quiet giggle which slips into a moan the second he bites you again. 

There's nothing subtle about his movements, however he's careful, ensuring to be gentle. Leland worked with determination, his long fingers removing your underwear at an agonizingly slow rate. You wiggled your hips a little, hoping to encourage him. He smiled up at your response, kissing the inside of your thigh. 

"Already so needy..." he teased, his hands gently running up and down your thighs. Leland's eyes shined every time he saw your body react to his touch, almost like it was a reward itself for him. "I plan to take my time." 

It was clear he was rather pleased with himself. You huffed slightly, chewing your bottom lip, as you smirked down at him, your undergarments now completely removed. 

"I'll remember that next time."

Leland looked up subtly between your legs, as he continued to kiss on you. 

"Next time huh? I like the sound of that." 

You scoffed, ready to quip back, when you felt his tongue gently tease your entrance, making you let out a surprised moan. Your thighs squeezed together slightly, glaring down at him when he pulled back. 

"You're so pretty when you're desperate for my touch," he whispered quietly, his lips returning to your thighs. "Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel real good."

Leland covered your left thigh in small bruises and bitemarks, before moving back to your entrance. This time his tongue dove in a little more aggressively. It moved slowly, exploring your insides. One hand rested on your waist, the other carefully squeezing your right thigh. 

Your own hands ran through his hair, as you tried to push his head a little deeper, shifting beneath his mouth. As expected it did little, only seeming to make his tongue slow down. 

"Leland..." you pleaded quietly, letting out an annoyed whine when he pulled away completely. Leland crept upwards, towering over you a little, his grip on your thigh tightening. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he tilted his head to the side.

"Hmm?" he hummed innocently in response. 

You stared up at him unamused, which only seemed to encourage him. Leland let out a little laugh, kissing his way back down. 

"Tell me what you want. Use your words," Leland whispered against your skin, smiling coyly at you. God if you didn't need to cooperate to get what you wanted, you'd smack that smug look right off his face. Or fuck it off. 

"Leland please... move your tongue faster," you replied. 

Before you could even finish the sentence, his tongue slipped back in, adhering to your request a little. It wasn't quite the pace you wanted, however before you could complain his hand slipped off your thigh, gently rubbing along your clit. Your hips jutted forward in response, and you felt him smile against you. 

You couldn't sit still, the more he slowly worked on you, desperate to increase the speed at which he moved. Each time your hips squirmed however, the pressure from his finger would move. He was teasing you and enjoying every moment of it.

He slowly pulled back again, smiling up at you.

"I'm going to make sure everyone knows just who you belong to," Leland purred, and before you could respond, his tongue darted inside of you again, his fingers moving in a rather quick rhythm. 

It isn't until about the third movement you realize he's spelling his name inside of you, causing your stomach to tighten, as the familiar heat builds inside of you. Between the claim Leland's making on you with his tongue and the quick movements of his fingers, you're unwound completely beneath the man.

Every quiet little gasp and moan only seems to encourage him further, as he places your legs on his shoulders to get a little deeper. Your hands tighten on his hair, pushing his head in, as your breathing becomes ragged.

"Leland..." 

The way his name leaves your tongue drives him wild between your legs, as he continues working you to that point. His tongue is moving frantically inside of you. L-E-L-A-

He doesn't even get to finish the spelling this time, before your thighs clench around him, and your body shakes a little beneath his tongue. That doesn't seem to stop him however, determined to finish his spelling, as he continues to lick around you.

When Leland pulls back, he seems rather pleased with himself, towering over you once again. The hand that had been on your waist moves to carefully grab your chin.

"That's my good girl," he whispered softly, licking his lips. Leland smiled slightly at the taste, savoring every little response you gave him. He then kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and swirling around. You can feel Leland smiling against your lips as you deepen the kiss. Your mind is still foggy from the orgasm, drunkenly moving your own tongue inside his mouth. 

When he pulls away, he's still smiling, resting his forehead against your own.

"Think you can handle any more," Leland asks quietly, rubbing his hips against your own. You let out a breathy moan, feeling how hard he is through his pants against you. That seems to almost sober you, as you nodded. 

His eyes shine, as he guides your hands up, helping him pull his shirt off. You studied his muscled chest, fingers carefully running along his abdomen, then gently grabbing his waist. 

You were so desperate to feel him inside of you already, grabbing the belt buckle of his pants and quickly undoing it. Leland has no complaints with your actions, helping him slip off the last of his clothes.

You're surprised however to see him just staring down at you. He looks so... peaceful. Content, as he studies your naked form. 

"What?" you ask quietly. 

Leland's smile only widens as he leans down, kissing your ear, his voice just above a whisper. 

"You're just so beautiful. Not just your body but just... everything. I'm enamored by you." 

His praise makes your whole body warm, glowing with joy, as he continues to kiss along your neck. God you were just so perfect to him. He couldn't control himself. He wanted to get lost in every curve of your body. 

Leland reached down guiding himself in. He's slow at first, giving you time to adjust, before fully slipping in. You let out a slight shiver, gently caressing his face, as you smiled up at him. Leland began to thrust inside of you in careful slow movements in response, his lips now moved down to your breasts again. 

He loved the way your body felt against him, as his pace increased a little, noticing the little pout you gave him. Everything about his touch, his movements, were gentle. Very aware of how you were feeling, leaning into your queues.

It was evident that his pleasure came secondary to yours, as he ground your hips against him, making him increase his speed. Leland wanted your first time with him to be completely in your control. After everything that had occurred today, he wanted to do everything in his power to give you a sense of security. 

Leland's hands gently ran up the sides of your body, as he let out a low moan himself, feeling you tighten around him. His face twisted in pleasure, as he moved a little deeper against you. 

The response only made you feel a wetter beneath him, as Leland ran into that particularly sensitive spot. Her back arched in response, the more Leland got to know your body, the quicker he was with catching your reactions and acting on them. Every careful touch and kiss was made with calculated precision. 

"Fuck... you feel so good," he moaned, struggling to control himself. 

The words made a quiet moan of your own escape your lips, shouting his name, as he continued ramming into that one spot, each thrust a little quicker than the last. You matched his speed with ease, eager to bring up to that point.

You could feel him brush against all the sensitive areas inside of you, which only further drove your desire, as your nails dug into his back. The gentleness when you had started had completely faded into a more passionate tango, Leland's thrusts becoming more feral. The way he moaned your name only seemed to turn you on more, now so slick he could easily slip in and out of you. 

You enjoyed every little whimper and moan that escaped the brunette's lips, as you tightened around him a bit more. You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting nothing more than to be close.

Leland then lets out a rather loud moan, releasing inside of you. He twitches a little, that shooting sensation making your back arch. After a few moments, he slowly slips out, letting out a breathy sigh. Leland rolls onto his back beside you, letting out a little laugh. 

"I needed that... I've wanted..."

He can't seem to string the words together through his labored breathing, running a hand through his sweaty hair, as he turns slightly to face you. Leland smiles when his eyes meet yours, reaching out to pull you close to him, as he presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You... have no idea how many nights I laid awake thinking about you. How desperately I wanted... and now I have you. You feel the same. You... are just everything to me right now."

He rested his chin on your head, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. He didn't even mind that you were sweaty, inhaling quietly. Leland was rather fond of your musk. It was no secret, especially now, that he was fond when it came to a lot of things about you. 

You only purred in response, nestling deeper into his chest and kissing it affectionately. 

"Fuck... Leland that was so much better than I ever imagined..."

Leland smiled softly in response, his sleepy eyes crinkling slightly. He never wanted to let go of you. 

"I love you."

The words fall so effortlessly from his lips, and you stiffen in his grasp, stunned. You hadn't expected it, and based on the way his body seemed to tense up and flinch it seemed he hadn't been expecting it either. You slowly lifted your head, your heart fluttering. 

"I'm sorry," Leland quickly added, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment. You'd known Leland long enough to know he was always rather impulsive. It didn't lessen the extent of his words for you, as you gently reached up, grabbing his face in your hands. You smiled sweetly, before climbing on top of and straddling the man.

"I love you too," you assured him quietly, adoring the relief on his face and the way he seemed to relax beneath you, as you kissed him intensely. Leland McKinney. A name you never wanted to forget. 

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— “ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈. ” | Leland McKinney x Female Reader.

Mini Series. Enjoy this fluffy Leland fic because Tumblr decided it was too long for fluff and smut. The spicy bit will be in part II.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is sfw. Slight bug phobia mentioned.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

You stood under the warm water, letting it wash over you. Your hands messaging your scalp as you rubbed the shampoo through your hair, then letting the water clear you once again. You worked your conditioner from the tip of your hair up, then leaving it in a makeshift bun as you continued to wash and scrub your body. It felt so good to just wash and reset. Sunday night's self care was your sanctuary. As you existed the shower and dried off, your put on your favorite pajamas, they were soft and pink with little red strawberries printed all over, pairing it with some of your favorite lace underwear you felt so confident. You proceeded to brush your hair, adding any product you needed before throwing it in your favorite style. Now that you were all cleaned and ready you went downstairs to the kitchen opening the fridge. As you were scanning the ingredients in front of you, trying to decide what you wanted to eat, the home phone loud ringing caught your attention. Since it was just you home tonight you shut the fridge door and hurried to pick up the phone. "Hello?" You said, "hey Y/N! It's me! Leland!" Said your boyfriend, a smile grew on your face when you heard his voice. "Oh my god Lee! Hey! How are you?" You asked in excitement. He and his family went on a camping trip this weekend and you haven't spent as much time with him as you normally would. "Oh camping was great! It was super fun and I even took some pictures for you. Next time I'll definitely be bringing you with me. You'd love it! Minus the bugs but don't worry I'll protect you!" He said and you could practically hear his smirk at the bug comment, but you could only smile at the thought of him. "I'm glad you had fun Lee, and happy you went out with your family, family is important." You told him. "Are your parents still out of town? I can't bare thinking about you being all alone." Leland said, sounding genuinely sad and a bit concerned. "I spent my weekend at Connie's. Julie and Ana joined us and we had a two day sleepover. It was soo fun, we spent all of Saturday at the mall and we had pizza at the skate ring on Friday night with the rest of the group. Though you were missed dearly. But they said we'll go again with you this Friday." You told him. "Sounds like a plan!" He replied, then continued, "hey how about I come over in about an hour with some takeout and we can spend some time together until your parents are back? I missed you hon'". "Hmmm, some Chinese food sounds great, see you in a bit babe!" "See ya!" He said and with that the call ended. And just as promised a bit after the hour there was a Leland at your door step with some Chinese takout. You welcomed him in and after he set the food on the counter he pulled you in to the most comforting hug, followed by the sweet kiss that quickly turned into a makeout session. Oh how you have missed him. Leland pulled away, with a smile and the most loving eyes. He complimented your pajamas and you blushed as you said a thank you. The two of you plated your food and headed towards the living room, sitting comfortably on the couch and eating whilst watching a random movie to entertain you. You both finished your food before the movie. So you snuggled on to Leland's side cuddling him as his hand wrapped around you, and you could feel him rubbing circles onto your back. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, enjoyed his touch, his warmth, his scent. The memory of the kiss you shared not long ago when he set the food on the counter floated your mind. His lips, you wanted to feel them again, all over you; wanting your kissing all over him. You turned up to look at him, the two of you locking eyes, wanting the same thing. "Are you sure? He asks, and you mumble a 'yeah' before pulling his head towards yours and crashing your lips with his.

[lifesver]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙  𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙  𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓  𝘊𝘈𝘕  𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠  𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌  𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙  𝘈  𝘓𝘖𝘛  𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME :  kels

PRONOUNS :  she/they/he

PREFERENCE  OF  COMMUNICATION : ims on here are fine, im kind of bad at discord until i know people better, but i prefer to talk to my pals on discord obvi

NAME  OF  MUSE(S) : leland mckinney, tommy jarvis, jake park are most recent. but we were also out here for a long while w richie tozier and five hargreeves.

EXPERIENCE  /  HOW  LONG  (  MONTHS  /  YEARS? ) : oh god uh........... it really goes back to something like 2013? like i started in oc rp groups on and off mostly, i think i didn't get into actual tumblr rpc until maybe 2018? and w leland well we have been out here since last may agjsdk

BEST  EXPERIENCE : honestly like... as much as i sometimes still get embarrassed trying to explain [scare chord] Tumblr Roleplay to people outside of this particular circle, it's been such a large part of my enjoyment online for years and years. i've met some really close friends here, i've done some of my best writing here. and a lot of it is just the ability to bounce off my friends and their huge brain ideas. collaborative writing, to me, is just so much more fun than doing it alone. i really like taking one character and getting just way too deep into who they are, i like learning and picking things up from the variety of other writers on here. improving my writing from reading what my super talented friends do... and in particular this last year has been probably??? one of my most positive rpc experiences in a long while. having people jump into the tcsm rpc, making new friends, and putting together just completely off the shits wild aus and whatever. idk! my creative brain loves to go stupid mode in the paint. and besties we have written some good fucking horror narrative on this stupid website.

and also i'm cringe and i'm free (:

RP  PET  PEEVES  /  DEALBREAKERS :  i'm kind of just chilling like i really am very much non-confrontational in this space because it's... for fun. it's just imaginary internet collaborative writing hobby. mainly i just don't need passive aggression of any kind. i believe that you kind of get back what you put in on this kind of space, so make it comfortable for yourself, be kind to others, and understanding as often as you can be. if people aren't hurting anyone, let them vibe in their own space. not everyone has endless time anymore for rp, so don't make it weird or take it personally when people take time to get back to you about plots, or if they never get time. soft and hardblock as you need to to make your space chill for You it's just never that deep

MUSE  PREFERENCES  FLUFF,   ANGST  OR  SMUT : we like a bit of everything in this house (except anything remotely usfw goes to usfw shadow realm blog). like be serious i am always in the horror rpc for the angst and suffering and exploration of trauma but that needs to be balanced out by fluff and gentle vibes. [loudly into the megaphone] its about LOVE and HORROR-

PLOTS  OR  MEMES :  i like both! i think it's easiest to get things rolling with just whatever memes thrown my way and vice versa. i love plotting stuff out, but sometimes that takes a bit of existing in each others rpc space for a while. so i can be sort of slow w building dynamics, but i do like to!

LONG  OR  SHORT  REPLIES : i don't mind either, it's kind of refreshing to switch between the two, more rapid fire stuff is nice esp to start with, though i am known to be insane in the reply lengths for some prompts once stuff is plotted out.

BEST TIME TO WRITE :  i'm a morning person it's very cringe

ARE  YOU  LIKE  YOUR  MUSE(S) : idk if much really? but i do bring a sort of idiot jock(joth) energy to the function at times. i def project on him on the emotions side i think. and truly whoever i write at a given time reflects a bit on me bc hyperfixation go brrr

TAGGED  BY  :   did steal this from tsari thank u legend TAGGING  :  hands u it

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Multi-May Participants Masterlist.

"Movie Night/Lucky Man." Ghost Band Fluff. By @i-hold-horrors-hand

"Two Is Better Than One, Three Is Better Than Two." Chapter 2. Ghost Band Smut. By @i-hold-horrors-hand

"Two Is Better Than One, Three Is Better Than Two." Chapter 3. Ghost Band. By @i-hold-horrors-hand

"Siphon." Johnny Slaughter And Leland McKinney. @total-killer-brainrot

"As I Have Done, So Will You." Your Own Prometheus Chapter Nine. By @applesontheground

"Needles And Pins." Severen and Frank. By @ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds

"The Shower Incident." Part 2. Poly!Ghostface Smut. By @disastersareajoy

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hello hello letting you know i am absoutely 👀 interested in that old west au you mentioned

giggles

i just wanna chew on leland idk i wanna just.. yknow? idk point is i lob him and now you can have cowboy leland

riding a horse with someone is so intimate and sexually charged for no reason so take this brainrot :D

we also got a little brother's best friend goin on cause.... giggles

Cowboy!Leland x Afab!Reader

You leaned your elbows over the paddock fencing, watching the man in the saddle as he directed the horse to walk circles around a pair of ex-beer barrels. You glanced at the folded bills in between your fingers, and then back up at the man. He'd been at it for about an hour, you'd been watching him from the porch of your house, but it still made very little sense to you. It made even less sense with how much you were paying him. Or, how much your brother was paying him.

The man noticed you staring, as you'd been there for several minutes already, and he tugged on the reigns, directing the horse away from the barrels as he approached you.

"Everythin' alright, miss?" He asked, the upper half of his face shadowed by the brim of a hat, but it didn't hide his gaze. He glanced back at the house, and then to you once more, squinting slightly. "You hurt, or-?"

"No, no, I'm not hurt. I just... What is it you're doin', exactly, Mister Mckinney?" You asked, motioning towards the horse, who shifted her head away at your movement.

"I'm trainin'er. You... You own a ranch, and you don't know what horse trainin' is?" He let out a quiet laugh, and you rolled your eyes with a scoff.

"I don't own the ranch. My brother does. I'm just stickin' around for a bit before I settle down. Watchin' the dogs and keepin' the house tidy while he's gone. Ain't the horse s'posed to come trained?" You asked, knitting your eyebrows in confusion.

"No, uh.. No, they don't all come trained," he chuckled. "I'm just helpin'er temperament. Gettin'er used to being ridden. You ever rode one before?"

"A horse?"

"Yeah...? Yeah, a- a horse," he clarified, not sure what else you'd be talking about.

"No."

"You wanna?" You narrowed your eyes, and he reached his hand down. He motioned towards the paddock fence. "Climb on up. I'll show ya. Just be real gentle, she won't hurt ya if yer easy on'er," he directed.

"I'm... not sure," you released a nervous laugh, but he shrugged.

"Why not? I'm right here. I ain't gonna let you fall 'r nothin'," he reassured, and you pursed your lips, contemplating the idea. After a moment, you tucked the money into your pocket and lodged your boot on the first wood level of the fence, climbing onto it. You took the man's hand, and he placed his other on your waist, helping you onto the horse. "Easy now, that's it," he hummed, doing his best to steady your wobbly motions.

He moved off the saddle slightly, giving you room to sit as you held onto a small handle-like wooden sculpture jutting out from the saddle. His hand was still on your hip, but he removed it once you seemed steady enough.

"See? You got it. Practic'ly a natural," he teased, and you looked down, realizing how high up you were. It was a little uncomfortable, but not terrible.

"That's it? What's all the talk 'bout then? Don't seem that special," you remarked, and he chuckled.

"Toss your leg over," he directed, and you did as he asked. He shifted closer to you, pressing his chest against your back and his arms against yours, the reigns still in his hands. "I'll go slow, don't freak out," he hummed, noticeably close to your ear, and you gave a slow nod.

His boots gently hit the horse's sides, and there was a bit of a jump as the horse moved into motion, leading you to nervously grasp the handle in front of you and lean forward. He leaned forward too, keeping his chest against you as you awkwardly bumped with the horse's every step.

"Surprised your brother owns a ranch and you ain't ever ridden a horse before. You lived here long?" He asked, and you shrugged.

"Not very. Traveled with a group for a while. Didn't end up workin' out. Came back here. Parents owned this old place and I just... never really got into it, I s'pose. Brother's always been for it. Guess he got the cowboy trait," you explained, your speech occasionally broken up by bumps in the horse's steps.

"Nah, I think you got some of it in'ya. You got good rhythm," he complimented, though you didn't quite understand what he meant. He tugged the horse to a stop, setting down the reigns momentarily and instead placing his hands on your arms, earning a shift from you. "Hold onto her mane, right there. Might be more comfortable. Real tight, it ain't gon' hurt her. You got it," he encouraged, guiding your hands to the closest section of a black mane, your wrists resting on the brown fur of the creature. "Ready?"

"Sure," you replied, and he kicked her back into motion, causing your body to jolt forward slightly, but once you found the 'rhythm' he spoke of, the positioning was slightly more comfortable. Sure, you could also feel his hips against yours with every single step, but were you really complaining? No.

"Better?" He asked, leaning down slightly once more; he wasn't as close as before, but you were still acutely aware of his body against yours. "You're doin' good for a beginner."

"Yeah, better," you replied, a small smile on your face at his praise. He guided the horse around the length of the perimeter, and when he reached roughly the same spot where he'd originally picked you up, he pulled her to a stop. You sat up, looking back at him. "Why'd you stop?"

"Well, I gotta get back to trainin', sweetheart. I ain't gettin' paid for nothin'," he chuckled, smiling innocently at the small frown on your face. "What're you poutin' for?"

"Can't we do one more lap? It was kinda relaxing," you requested, shrugging.

He narrowed his eyes, seeming rather confused at the question. "Well, you can always do it on yer own time. It is your horse, after all. I was just tryin' be a gentleman. You looked lonely," he answered.

"I was," you mumbled, looking back at the house. He furrowed his brows at the comment, but you continued speaking before he replied. "I ain't gonna have time to learn myself. I'll pay you."

"Oh, no, you ain't gotta do that. I- Are you askin' me to teach you, darlin?" He asked, and you gave a small nod, bringing a slight smile to his face. "That's awfully sweet of ya, but I ain't sure how your brother'd feel 'bout me takin' his little sister out on horseback. If you got hurt, I wouldn't-"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," you cut off, and the cowboy left his mouth slightly open, giving you an almost frustrated glare. You sat up all the way and turned back to him, reaching for his chin with your hand, but he stopped you before you could pull him into a kiss.

"Sweetheart, this really ain't a good idea. I- I don't mean to be rude, you're a fine lookin' lady, but I really do respect yer brother, and-"

"Just kiss me," you grumbled, pulling him closer again, and this time he didn't resist your tug. You leaned towards him until your lips were on his, and you closed your eyes, unable to keep yourself from smiling as you felt a hand on your hip.

After a moment, he pulled away, blinking at you with an almost empty gaze. You held it, remaining silent as he processed the interaction. And then he tugged you closer and kissed you again, gently squeezing your waist. He held it for much longer this time, to the extent where you had to be the one to break it off, catching your breath as he chuckled. "I take it you're wantin' more?"

"Preferably," you replied, and the brunette smiled. He placed his other hand on your waist and guided your leg back over the saddle, helping you off of the horse as your boots hit the dirt. You looked up at him with a frown, but he shook his head.

"Relax, I ain't one to leave a lady unsatisfied," he reassured. His fingers snuck under his hat and he removed it, setting it on your head instead. "Run along inside, I'll get this gal back in 'er stable and we can... talk about payment options," he teased. Your frown turned into a smirk as you climbed back over the paddock fence, and he dipped his head, shifting back onto the main seat of the saddle as he guided the horse towards the gate.

After watching him for a moment longer, you turned around and headed back into the house, a satisfied grin on your face. Sure, you didn't know how to ride horses, but you did know how to ride cowboys. Maybe it was time for him to learn a thing or two.

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Cute “innocent” drunken touching between Leland and his girlfriend who’s never actually had any liquor up until this point. I imagine this takes place after a 70’s dinner dance they both attended and he’s a bit tipsy, her on the other hand? Absolutely smashed and is embarrassing herself in front of the entire friend group

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Slumping over onto his shoulder, you giggled against his arm, biting the blue fabric between your teeth, your eyes half-lidded as he practically carried you inside. You pulled at the fabric, but it didn't give, merely slipped out of your teeth and received a displeased frown from you. The hand on your waist guided you over towards his bed, and you couldn't help yourself but fall onto it, and then roll over onto your back, giggling all the while.

"She's gonna regret this tomorrow," a man chuckled, following three other girls into the room as they sat around, two on the couch, one on an office chair, and the other male sitting next to you- or, more so kneeling on the mattress next to you and forcing your hand to grasp a water bottle.

"Please drink, sweetheart," he sighed, and you frowned, trying to drop the bottle on him, but his grasp on your hand was too firm.

"I already- drank... I'm not... thirsty no more," you slurred, letting your forehead fall against his shoulder. You heard Leland exhale again, and you bit his shoulder, causing him to flinch.

"Can you- Not do that, please? Why are you biting me?" He grumbled, his free hand moving to your shoulder and pushing you away from him, though he held your torso up, leaning his head down to meet your eye, your own head flopping over.

"Wanna taste you, Leeee..." You whined, opening your mouth again, wanting to bite him, though finding her was too far away. So you settled for sticking your tongue out at him, and Leland's eyes widened, his smile reeking of anxiety as he shook his head. "What...? Why can't I?"

"Hon, not- not here. Not the time," he urged, his voice quiet enough for the others not to hear him. You glanced over at them, though your vision was far too blurry to actually make out any faces, not seeing much other than blobs in the background. No, you were focused on him. He was so pretty. Even if you couldn't really focus on any specific detail, you just.. man, he tasted good, he smelled good, he looked good, probably. He felt good. You knew that. Man, did he feel good. And you felt good right now. Really good.

"Wanna feel you... please?" You bumbled, placing a hand on his lower torso, and you picked up on a light pink blush on his cheeks as he shook his head once more. He removed your hand from his stomach, gulping nervously.

"No, baby, you need to drink water, and.. And go to bed, probably. It's real late. You've been dancing all night. You gotta rest," Leland replied.

You could hear quiet laughter from the other guests in the room, though you didn't particularly care about them. You pouted up at your boyfriend, knowing he could be making you feel even better than you already were, and you never drank- this was a once in a lifetime possibility! You couldn't miss out on it.

"Can't you... help? Feels good, 'n.... I'll be good, 'n I just really want you, Lee, and-"

"Sweetheart. Shh," he hushed, holding a finger up to his lips. Leland glanced over his shoulder, back at the other guests, who were still laughing. You weren't sure what was so amusing. You needed him, like.. like really badly, didn't he see that?

"Please, Leland... I'm behaving for you, like- like you told me to, and.. I wanna be rewarded," you mumbled, suddenly feeling like you were on the brink of tears at the idea of getting a no for an answer.

"Oh, my god, Lee-" A girl laughed, earning snickers from the other girls. "Do we need to go? I never knew you were the type to-"

"Okay, okay guys, really funny. She's drunk, she doesn't know what she's saying," Leland tried to defend, but he was only met with more girlish giggles. He was definitely flustered by now, and he grabbed the water bottle that you'd dropped into your lap, unscrewing the lid and tilting your head back, holding it up to your lips. "Please drink. You'll thank me in the morning."

"I wanna drink you, Lee," you complained, and the guests laughed again. Despite your words, you opened your mouth and drank some of the water he offered you, though once it started dripping out of your mouth, he removed the bottle from your lips and screwed the cap back on.

"We can go stay at Sonny's if you, uhm... Want some privacy," another girl mused, pressing a palm to her red face. "We'll pretend we didn't hear anything. However... incriminating it is," she teased.

"Con, it's- It's not like that, I swear, guys. She's just.. She doesn't drink often. She's just being stupid, I swear. You guys get it," Leland replied, looking back at the redhead. The three girls and other guy all exchanged glances until the boy stood up, rubbing the back of his neck.

"How about.. you.. get her settled in, and we'll reconvene in the morning. I know a mean anti-hangover breakfast. We don't want to intrude," the man explained, and the girls all stood up, nodding along with him.

Leland sighed, closing his eyes for a short time period, cringing at how forward you were being, before he finally nodded. "Sure, yeah, we'll.. See you in the morning. Sorry, guys. I should've watched her more carefully."

"That's alright. We all got a bit ahead of ourselves. I don't think I've ever smoked that much at a party," Julie chuckled, patting the back of a brunette next to her. "I, for one, am starving, and I know Sonny has cookies. It's no trouble. Just make sure she finishes that water bottle."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks, guys," Leland replied, turning back to you as the four friends made their way out of his dorm. You slumped into him, and he sighed, allowing you to lay against his chest as he hugged you, his hands running over your back. "I'm sorry, baby. I knew the party was a bad idea. Didn't know the drinks would be as strong as they were."

"You smell.. sosososo good," you murmured, taking in a deep breath, a smile spreading over your mouth. "I just could... eat you up... Want you all... Mine..."

"I'm sure you could. I'm just glad I was here to drive you back. How about... Maybe we could take a bath, and then you finish off this water bottle, and..."

....

"Sweetheart?"

....

Leland blinked, looking down at the girl in his arms, finding her completely silent aside from a quiet huffing. He pulled her away from him just slightly, discovering her body completely limp other than her breathing, her mouth slightly opened, her eyes closed. Lee smiled, rolling his eyes and laying her down on the bed, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"You are gonna kill me tomorrow," he sighed to himself, knowing that she'd wise up and yell at him for her headaches tomorrow morning. He didn't mind- he really should've kept a more watchful eye on her. Not even he drank as much as her, and he was a lot better at handling his alcohol.

The brunette hummed, laying down next to the sleeping girl and tugging her against his side, his arms protectively wrapped around her while the other hand reached down and pulled his blankets over the two of them. He nuzzled against her forehead, his own eyes closing, feeling sleepiness creep in. His body was exhausted from all of the dancing, especially because she'd been so energetic, and determined to get him to dance along with her.

Rest would be nice.

"I love you, cutie," he mumbled, kissing the top of her head one last time before he allowed himself to drift off.

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just thinking abt a leland hug. leland hug. silly little guy lelawn

the things i would give to be hugged by this man include but are not limited to my soul, any internal organs he requests, and my life savings.

his hugs are definitely just like- they are the definition of a hug. doesn't matter if he's trying to comfort you, show his affection, or just greet you with a hug. It is a hug. and he is a hugger. i mean, like, he's built for it. side hugs, full hugs, quick hugs- doesn't matter, they're all super warm, reassuring, etc.

plus he definitely smells really good. like, it's cheap cologne cause he doesn't have much money, but he lets ana or julie pick out the scent so you KNOW it smells good. not like the 70s version of axe body spray, it actually smells like cologne. and he switches scents up so its always something new.

i can also see him doing the thing where he rocks whoever he's hugging, like he hugs them super tight and then rocks side to side as he's chuckling and- UGH. god i love this man sm you have no idea anon.

also... he rubs his hands over the other's back, and- have yall SEEN? HOW? BIG? HIS? HANDS? ARE? they are HUGE. shockingly so.

this is a screenie i took cause it looks like he's hugging/holding ana and i thought it was cute (it's also very fitting for this prompt) and-

LIKE YO??

LOOK AT HIS HAND

WHY IS IT SO BIG? WHY ARE HIS FINGERS SO LONG??? ive never been so happy to have a thing for hands holy hell the DAMAGE i would let him do to me

but yeah. rant over. thank you for the brain juice anon <33

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Can I request a Leland x reader going on a date? I feel like he would like either star gazing dates or going to get milkshakes. Or anything else! Whatever gets the write juice going thank you!!

ugh yes absolutely im so happy im getting leland requests <333 keep 'em comin!

GN!Reader, completely SFW, just Leland bein a cutie hehe <3

"Can't believe you've never been here," the brunette laughed, picking up his pace for just a few steps, enough to cross in front of you and grab the handle of the glass double-doors, opening it for you. You shot him a smile, and he dipped an imaginary hat at you as you entered the building. Leland followed you in, placing a hand on the small of your back for just a moment before he quickly pulled it away, not wanting to be too forward.

The building you'd entered was practically a pastel and neon heaven; a quaint café, with checkered floors, a bar lined with white lights, and a dining floor with purple and the closest thing to neon blue chairs. You watched Leland as he stepped in front of you again, beckoning you over to the bar.

"Best damn milkshakes in town. Seriously, you've been missing out," he laughed, hopping onto one of the black barstools and giving it a spin before planting an elbow on the bar. "You have had a milkshake 'fore, right?"

You chuckled, sitting next to him and nodding. "Yes, of course I've had a milkshake before. I don't live under a rock," you teased, looking at the cow-spotted menu and scanning the options.

"Coulda fooled me. D'you have a favorite flavor?"

"Hmmm.. Strawberry's always nice. Pretty, too."

"Oh, yeah. Mine is cookies 'n cream. Especially when they give me the big chunks of Oreo- Really hits the spot." Leland raised a hand as the waitress behind the counter looked in your direction, and she gave the two of you a smile, trailing over with a small notepad in her hands.

"What can I get y'all?" She asked.

"Uh, a cookies and cream, and..." Leland looked over to you, not wanting to jump to assumptions. Maybe you wanted to switch it up this time around. He shouldn't assume that you'd get your favor-

"Strawberry, thank you," you requested, and the woman nodded, scribbling down your requests.

"I'll be right out with that."

Leland turned his head back to you, resting his temple against his fist. "Keeping it classic. Respect."

"...You ordered your favorite too?" You laughed, shaking your head, a little confused by his statement.

"Yeah. 'ts why I respect it," he chuckled, awkwardly, and then cleared his throat. He sat up, laying his arm flat on the counter. He seemed to be thinking of something to say, and you tried to help.

"So, why are these the best milkshakes? What makes them so special?" You asked.

Leland thought about it for a moment, scratching his neck. "Well, they're super sweet, and pretty flavorful. And, uh... Just really good, I guess. You'll get it when you try it, I promise. And if you don't, I'll cover it." He grinned, and then his smile dropped, and he shook his head, his cheeks growing a small tint of pink. "I mean, I'll pay either way, I just meant-"

"Leland, it's cool, I got it," you chuckled, finding his clear nervousness rather adorable. He wasn't usually like this- he gave off a rather confident vibe, but you also didn't know him super well. You were sorta surprised when he asked you out, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't somewhat interested in him. "Mind if I ask you a question?"

Leland let out a breath of relief, and he nodded. "Sure, go for it."

"What got you into wrestling? You don't seem like a wrestler," you asked, leaning your head on your palm. He smirked, and it was only for a split second before his gaze wandered off to the side and he thought of an answer. Still, that smirk was definitely ingrained in your memory. It was a strange expression on someone so innocent, so vibrant- you wondered what it meant.

"Honestly, always been more of a football guy myself, but I got recruited by the Captain, and originally I just meant to try it out, but I actually ended up liking it quite a bit. And the schedule conflicts with football, so I chose wrestling, ultimately," he explained, still looking off in the distance as if in a different world completely. His gaze then snapped back to you, and he grinned. "You in any sports?"

"No, not me. Interesting to watch them, though. That makes a lot of sense, actually. You seem like way more of a football guy than a wrestling guy. Not in a bad way, just in a-"

"In a jock way?" He laughed. "I get that a lot. I was, actually, in football, all throughout high-school. Was a linebacker," he bragged, showing off his teeth once more. His grin was adorable, in a goofy, playful kind of way. And he grinned a lot. He was just nice to be around. Inviting, gentle, maybe a little dumb, but he clearly meant well.

"Yeah, yeah, in a jock way. I'll be honest, when Connie told me about you, I kind of assumed you were some playboy ass, but clearly you're not," you hummed, and Leland looked as though he wasn't sure how to take that. But after a moment of processing, and smiled.

"Yeah? Mkay, what am I then?" He asked, his tone playful instead of hurt.

"Hmm..." You murmured, looking him up and down. He wore a white button-up with red flowers embroidered on the shoulders, and typical southern jeans, along with... what looked like cowboy boots. You looked back up at his face, and he narrowed his eyes, curious. "You're friendly, and outgoing, but not in a playboy way. A little awkward, if I'm honest, but not in a bad way. In a cute way," you complimented.

Leland's smile looked a little more genuine, and he scoffed, his slight blush returning. "What a sweetheart," he hummed out.

"What about me?" You asked.

Leland looked you over, taking in your outfit choice, and he took a little longer to think. "Hmm... Connie told me a bit about you, too, and I kind of assumed she was just throwing people my way because she could, but I actually think she saw something. Potential, yknow?"

"Potential?"

"Yeah, like- Well, you aren't in sports, but you said you like watching them. That's one point right there. And... you like milkshakes. That's two. And you're definitely confident, from what I can tell, but... hmm.."

"...Buuuut..?" You asked, leaning a little closer.

"I think you're just tryin' to impress me," he chuckled, his eyes shifting over to the waitress as she emerged from the kitchen once more and presented the two of you with milkshakes. Sitting at the top of his whipped cream was half an oreo, and he smirked again. "Hell yeah."

"You sure its not just your ego talking?" You asked, taking a sip of the milkshake. It was definitely rich, and Leland wasn't lying- it was really good. Genuinely probably the best milkshake you'd ever had. You took another sip.

"My ego? I, uh, I don't think so. I was mostly joking, I don't mean that-"

"I am," you confessed, finding the guilt that covered his eyes cute. He really was trying his best to be a gentleman, and you had to commend his efforts. He was doing fine, but maybe overthinking things a bit.

"You are?"

"Well, yeah. From what I've heard, you're pretty popular. Plus, athletic. And attractive. 'course I wanna impress you."

Leland nodded his head, taking a sip of his milkshake. "Well, you're doin' fine in that department. To be honest, I was a tad surprised that you took me up on this date. Figured you'd have a boyfriend already, or something. Glad I was wrong."

"Might have one by the end of the night," you teased, and Leland took a second to realize what you were implying, and then the smirk made a return. And then it spread into a smile again. You really wanted to know what that was about.

"Yeah? I wouldn't be completely opposed," he hummed. "How's the milkshake?"

"Even better than I was expecting. You were right, I think it's the best I've ever had," you complimented, drinking down the sugary delight.

"What? You didn't trust my taste? C'mon now, sweetheart. Surely I get more credit than that," he laughed, taking another sip of his milkshake, seeming to not even notice the nickname he'd slipped in.

But you definitely did. And you wished you could blame your blush on the strawberry milkshake. You cleared your throat, nodding. "Well, you have my trust now. Hard not to trust a man with good taste in milkshakes."

"I'm honored. Just glad I could show this place off. Real underrated, if you ask me."

"Seeing as how I'd never heard of it before, I have to agree. Surprised to find it's not some hole-in-the-wall bar."

"You think I'd take you out to a shithole on the first date? And for milkshakes?"

"Hey, acquired taste. I'm pleasantly surprised. Take it as a compliment," you laughed, nudging his arm with your elbow, and he smiled at you.

"If you say so, sweetheart," he hummed, a little more flirtatiously this time. Right. Of course he'd noticed the blush. Would've been hard not to.

"You're still paying."

"I know, I know. Can't go back on a promise."

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It’s the anon with the Yearbook!Reader. Honestly surprised that was pumped out so fast with such quality, I was giggling when I read it ngl. Anyways, I am here to put forth another request for you to choose to do.

Got pretty boy Leland first.

Thinking about Leland and his S/O just relaxing in bed. Soft kisses, nice lil cuddles, some of that fluffy shi. My main point to this was called Leland pretty boy and just like, praising him. Give him all that TLC, babes deserves it.

(Could make it angst/comfort with Leland being insecure about scars he has after the Sawyer family incident, but just praising him for no reason is valid as hell)

It’d be chill if I sent several requests at the same time, yeah? I dont wanna fill up your request box, but I love your writing (Leland especially) and just have so many ideas at times. I also didn’t expect my request to be answered same day, usually takes a while, I’m willing to wait a week or two yknow.

-Kuhuahua

im- i- ik i havent been active on tumblr (ive been rping tcsm on discord <3) but i heard 1 song and it made me think of this request and then i rly wanted to write it SO here we go!

TW: aaaaaaangst with extra angst on the side.

Song recs: When You Gonna Run - Alpha Rev

He never talked about them. You understood why. Honestly, you doubted that he even spoke to his therapist about them. It's been four years. Even now, he still flinches when they're grazed, he whispers out quiet, "Not there, sweetheart," his voice tainted with a somber desperation, genuine hurt. You weren't sure if the pain was physical or emotional. Maybe both.

Four years and he still got teary-eyed if you asked about them, or referenced the incident at all. You'd learned not to, even if you did wish he would open up to you. For the first year that you were dating him you'd just assumed that he would talk about them when he was ready. But then the year came to an end. And so did the second one. And now, at 29 months with him, you'd stopped wishing. Gotten used to the shrugs and the soft sighs, the disdain in his gaze when you inquired about it.

So you didn't bring it up. But you knew he thought about it. Knew he felt it. Not talking about it was easy enough, after a while. But being close with him was hard. Physically close, that is. Every brush of your hand in the wrong spot, or a kiss on the wrong hand, touching your forehead a little to hard against the slit in his eyebrow-

29 months, and you still felt like shit for being unable to remember every single one of his scars. Every single placement- the big ones you could remember. But the small ones spanning the rest of his body, snips of horrors on his arms and the dots of regret on his torso, were impossible to map out.

He sat, watching the movie, next to you, one of his knees bent up to his chest while the other leg hung off of the couch, his chin propped up with one hand, his elbow resting on the cushioned arm of the loveseat, his other arm outstretched next to him, where his hand intertwined with yours.

The ones on his hands weren't bad. There were three on this one, tiny marks that you were surprised hadn't healed. You'd overheard the reason why; the second time you'd joined him at one of his doctor's appointments they'd mentioned him overworking himself, reopening the wounds. You wondered if they still hurt when he worked out.

Without thinking much of it, you scooted closer to him, only a few inches, and you snuck under his arm so that it hung off of your shoulder, though you refrained from leaning against him. He didn't react aside from a small squeeze of your hand. You lifted that hand and pushed a kiss to the back of it, earning his attention.

You didn't meet his eye. You didn't want to see the distant, aching hazel behind the kindness he usually showed. Didn't want to see the microscopic frown that tugged at his lips, you didn't want to see his chest rise and fall with another one of his dejected sighs. You just wanted to kiss him.

So you did, starting at the back of his hand and moving up, your mouth brushing against his arm just under another scar, your eyes closing. This time, it was you who sighed, and you took a gamble, moving your lips up and kissing the coarse patch of skin you'd avoided.

"Baby," he muttered, his voice tainted with the same sadness it held any time he was forced upon a reminder of his past. You didn't reply, nor did you stop, moving up to a different scar, this one closer to his shoulder, repeating the same for this one. A kiss, soft and lingering, before you pulled your head up and finally leaned it against his side.

"I think they're pretty."

There wasn't any reason you'd said it. Just that you'd felt it. And the words came to you, so you gifted them. Leland was quiet for a few minutes. His jaw rested against your temple, both of your heads turned towards the tv, though neither of you were really watching.

Whether he was insecure of them, or if they were still tender, or if they reminded him of the past, or, hell, all of it- they didn't change the way you saw him. Didn't change the way you loved him. You were with him to be with him, every part of him that you could manage to get a hold of. It was okay that he kept some things locked away.

You didn't understand, but you knew why. It was hard. Too difficult for him to remain cheerful when he thought about it. Too difficult to be perfect. Too difficult to feel like he was doing the right thing.

"I know you're hurt."

You couldn't stop yourself.

"I know I'm not ever gonna understand like you do. I know we're always gonna be distant. I know you don't like thinking about it."

But...

"I still love you. It was in the past. And I love you for your past, Lee. And I love you for our future, too. And- I love you right now, in the present."

He stayed quiet, though he leaned against your head a little more, his arm bringing you a bit closer.

"I think they're handsome. And... they're you, so I love them. I love every part of you. Even the scary parts, or the sad parts, or the parts you think are ugly. I love all of you."

At last, you looked up at him, just as he brought a hand to his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. His lip trembled as he looked down at you, but they trembled into a smile, a sad one, like a kicked puppy, but a smile nonetheless. You raised a hand too, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb under his eye, which pulled a broken chuckle from him, and he sniffled, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Please, don't be," he replied, his voice cracking as he leaned into your palm, fighting to hold back. You scooted back, and he followed you, laying his head against your shoulder, a soft whine escaping him as he cried.

"I'm always gonna be here. I'm not gonna run. Not gonna leave you for your past. I- I just love you, Leland." Your arms wrapped around his neck as you held him close, resting your chin on his head as he cried, and you gently hushed him, doing your best to reassure.

He didn't often cry. Not to you. Sometimes, on his own time, or when you were pretending to be asleep, you could hear him. But he didn't want to push any of his weight onto you. Didn't want to burden you.

"I can shoulder some of it, y'know. Just cause you can lift a lot of weight doesn't mean you need to do it alone," you hummed, your words lighthearted despite being completely genuine. "I'm right here. I'm here to do it together. Here to be here- here to be yours."

You didn't expect a reply, but he gave one, weak and pained, snagging on his tears, an "I love you," short but sweet. You hugged him closer, leaning down to kiss another scar on the top of his back, and he didn't ask you not to, he didn't flinch, he just let it happen.

"You're perfect, Lee. Scars and all."

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Hello! I absolutely adore your Leland and Johnny fics (they keep their respective tags afloat imo). I was wondering if you could do a Leland McKinney x Reader (gn or fem preferably) where the two meet at one of his wrestling meets. Maybe the reader is working for the yearbook at a different school and takes pictures during each match. I don't have much to this other than that. Or, maybe you could even do a Leland McKinney x Sawyer!Reader. Reader takes a liking to Leland and keeps him alive while the others are being hunted by the rest of the family. That, or Reader has been dating Leland and brings them down to the Sawyer house, get the reactions or something. (I have even less ideas on this little blurb cause I came up with it while writing the other idea).

Hii! I love lov lov lov writing for leland so any fluff i will absolutely pump out <3

hes such a pretty boy disclaimer: im not a sports girlie i was a theatre girlie so i have no clue how wrestling works LMAO

(GN)reader kinda got the rizz ngl

Highschool!Leland but all characters depicted are 18+!

Holding up the camera to your eye, you squinted, kneeling down as a brunette rolled off of his back, tangled up with a slightly smaller blonde, sweat building on both of their bodies despite the gymnasium being well-conditioned. You snapped a picture, and the brunette glanced in your direction to shoot a cheesy grin, but his moment of cockiness resulted in the blonde beneath him rolling him back onto his back.

"One... two... three!" The coach called, and a sharp whistle rang in your ears.

You stepped back, watching as the two boys on the mat panted, and the blonde released the brunette and stood up. The brunette frowned, but eased up and pulled himself to his feet as well, dusting himself off and wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

"Take five, you guys go get some water. Next rounds will start soon," the coach directed, and both teams nodded, returning to their huddles as they discussed the outcome of the rounds so far. The school you were visiting was currently in the lead, but your school had been steadily catching up.

Truth be told, you were beginning to believe the just-beaten brunette was unbeatable, he'd been doing spectacularly so far, but it seems his confidence was getting to him. Not that you were all that into sports, but you were responsible for taking and putting the photos into context for the yearbook, so you tried your best to pay attention to what exactly was going on.

For the time being, though, you needed to get a second roll of film, as you were running out. You'd left your things out in the hallway, so you turned, letting your camera go slack against your chest from the band it hung from, and headed out of the gym.

"Gonna go, uh- get some water, I'll be right back," you heard a boy say, and it wasn't long before there was a familiar face by your side as you pushed open the gymnasium doors.

"You lost your streak," you remarked, and the brunette wore a small, almost hurt smile, giving a scoff.

"You were distracting," he replied, following you to where your bag sat on a small bench. "You don't go here, do you?"

"No, I don't, I'm visiting with the team. Yearbook duty. How'd you guess?" You chuckled, picking up your camera and fidgeting with it until you opened a slot for the film.

"Definitely would've remembered your face if you did go here. Guess that means we're rivals, huh?" He smirked, reaching out a hand. "Leland."

You looked at his hand and reached forward, shaking it before returning your attention to your camera. "Don't group me in with the guys in tights. I'm not your rival, just a spectator," you laughed softly, inserting the new roll of film into your camera.

"Awh, but rivals is so much more interesting than strangers," he responded, soon motioning towards your cameras. "Did you get some good angles?"

"Of you, or of the matches?"

"Both."

"You're hard to get bad angles of, so, I'd say so. I sure hope I got some good angles of the matches," you flirted, and Leland gained a small blush over his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck. "You gonna go get your water, or did you step out just to get me alone?"

"To get you alone," he confessed, shrugging. "You're cute. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two about wrestling," he offered, and then when you blushed, he realized how that could be interpreted, and he immediately waved his hands and laughed nervously, shaking his head. "Not- not like that, I mean, unless- No, sorry, not in that way, I just meant-"

"It's alright, I know what you meant," you giggled, dropping your camera against your torso again. "I could use the help. Gotta write captions for the pictures, after all. Plus..." You glanced him up and down, a small smirk forming. "I wouldn't be complaining if I got some more in-depth tutoring done."

Leland smiled, and then his eyes widened, and he laughed nervously again, biting the inside of his cheek. "Sure, I can... definitely make that work. Wouldn't mind helping you out, even if you are a rival," he teased. You could hear a whistle from inside the gymnasium, and both of you glanced over.

"I'll give you my number after the matches, yeah? Don't want you getting too distracted," you chuckled, and Leland rolled his eyes, pushing open the gymnasium doors.

"Little late for that, sweetheart. You just keep takin' those pictures. I'll win for you, yeah?" He smiled, and you gave a small smile.

"Yeah, right. We'll see about that. Get in there, tiger."

He shot you a wink before turning and heading back over to where both teams and the coach were waiting for him, and he offered a half-genuine apology. You chuckled to yourself, finishing up your film change before heading back inside to keep taking pictures.

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Pre-drabble :)

the gears are turning. they are turning. they are SO turning. the fanfic brain is working. and leland is my next target (/pos). so here's a prequel drabble to something that hasnt even been written yet!

Cw: they're so fucking cringe and in love ugh i can't eyeroll (i can)

Survivor!Leland x Afab!Reader (third person)

There was something about her smile. Something so sweet. So innocent. Reminded him of the girls in college. The ones who were in sororities, who'd never faced any sort of trouble- a shiny, practically gleaming, shimmering smile. The kind of smile that your childhood best friend would have.

He could remember a time when he smiled like that. Untouched by the world. Practically on top of the world. He didn't see that kind of smile anymore. He'd stopped seeing them years ago. Stopped searching for them.

He still tried to give that kind of smile, to wear his classic cheesy grin, but people knew, and people talked. People didn't believe his smiles, so he'd stopped giving them. But he was smiling now. Not a toothy grin, but he was smiling. And she was talking, and rambling about a childhood story, and he could've listened forever.

"Oh, there I go again. I'm sorry, what was your question?" She laughed, scratching the right side of her neck.

Leland shook his head. "That's alright, it was a good story. I just wanted to know if you had any extra bags," he asked, looking down at the small container hooked onto her hip, and she nodded.

"Yeah, of course!" She reached into the container, removing a thing plastic film. He took it from her, slipping it into his pocket. "Is he a rescue?"

The man looked down at the gray dog by his ankle, who wagged his tail and looked back up at his owner. "Yeah, he is. Harrier?" He asked, motioning towards the white and brown dog by her side. Her jaw dropped, and she scoffed, pressing a hand to her chest.

"Damn! You're good. Most people assume she's a beagle mutt. How'd you know?" She asked, and he shrugged.

"Been 'round a lotta dogs. You start to pick things up."

"Do you work with them or something?"

"Uh, you could say that, yeah. I help out at a shelter sometimes," he chuckled. "May I?"

"Yeah, totally. She's super friendly," she giggled. Both of them knelt down, and she ran her palm over the mutt's head, and then her fingers came underneath the bottom of his jaw, scratching underneath his neck. "Oh, he's precious," she cooed, her smile somehow growing at the interaction.

He was staring, and he looked back at the Harrier in front of him, who tenderly sniffed his hand. The smaller dog seemed hesitant, and he took his time, only patting her head when he was sure she wouldn't be caught off guard by it. His head tilted, finding the dog somewhat familiar. "Is she a rescue, too?"

"Yeah, I got her about a year ago," the girl replied, letting out an umph as Jacs' head slammed into her shoulder, demanding more pats.

"Jacs, easy," he commanded, but the dog seemed to have caught onto the same magnetism that he did. She didn't complain, simply gave him a kiss on his snout and rubbed along his neck. "Is she from the shelter on the corner of Hansen?"

She looked over at him, and both of them realized how close they were. He took a small step backwards with his knees, and she merely looked away, returning her attention to Jacs. "Yeah, she is. Why?"

"That's where I volunteer," he chuckled. "Kelly, right?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "No way. I mean- yes, but I couldn't let them get away with giving a dog such a human name. Her name's peanut," she giggled, and he couldn't seem to take his smile off of his lips.

It wasn't long before his smile was on your lips too, enjoying the small vibrations of your giggles against his mouth. It drew laughter- real, genuine laughter from him, and you lay on his chest, your head turning to glance at the two dogs on one large dog bed, curled up against one another. There was quiet country music coming from a stereo in the kitchen, filling the air with a sort of domestic tranquility.

"Lee?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I think we should move in together," you said, and his heart fluttered at the thought. He didn't reply immediately, so you continued. "It's just- Peanut and Jacs get along really well, and my lease will be up soon anyways, I mean, not that I need to move in with you, I can always find somewhere else, but-"

"I'd love to," he assured, running his hand up your back. You smiled again, your charming, impossibly sunny smile, and he wanted to kiss you, but he feared that he'd ruin the smile. So instead, he brushed his nose against yours, and you giggled once more.

You suddenly sat up, rolling off of his body and darting into the kitchen, turning the knob on the stereo. "Sing it, Glen!" You laughed, cranking the volume up loud enough that the dogs woke up, stirring from their sleep. Leland sat up, watching as you twirled your way over towards him, outstretching a hand.

He took it, and you yanked him off of the couch, holding it as you twirled.

"Get a house in the hills, you're payin' everyone's bills," you sang, and Leland laughed, joining in with you.

"Country boy, you got your feet in L- Ow, Jacs," Leland grunted, stumbling on his feet as the large dog pawed at him, his tail harshly wacking into Lee's ankle. Peanut barked, jumping up, and you reached down, picking up the dog and twirling with her. Jacs barked, and Leland reached down, rubbing the dogs head, laughing as he did so.

Peanut was placed back onto the floor, and Leland held out a hand, which you took without hesitation. The two of you danced together for a while longer until the song came to a close, and Leland pulled you in close, simply hugging you, appreciating you. And you hugged him back, your hands sliding up his back, but you heard his breath hitch, and you moved them back down.

His smile was soft, and you gave him a gentle squeeze. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he let out a gentle "I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too, Lee," you replied, enjoying his warmth for a while longer before you finally pulled away. "Dinner?"

"Hmm... Grilled cheese?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Sounds great."

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guys the Leland playlist is here and it is queer and country

highkey love this cutie sm hes so rhinestone cowboy <3