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cursedcatvibes · 1 year ago

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SWEET BELIEFS

re2r!zombie leon x survivor reader

word count: 7.2k

summary: Leon turns into a zombie and has to learn to navigate how to live as one, while doing this he comes across you and your group of survivors. What will he do when he eats your now dead boyfriend's brains and falls head over heels in love with you enough to make you become like him?

tags/warnings: 18+ only please. I don’t want any controversy, minors DNI. Smut, Angst? Fluff for a paragraph or two. Descriptions of blood and gore. This could technically be considered a bit of Necrophilia? Implied suicide. Pain kink, Leon kinda takes a few bites out of reader. Slight non-con. Mentions of breeding but it doesn’t happen. AFAB reader, I tried to keep it as gn as possible.

A/N: hii so like i am absolutely awkward when it comes to writing smut to be honest, like it’s a bunch of thoughts that have to go into positions and the dialogue. i’m still a little unsure how to work tumblr and i feel so old. I took very very heavy inspo from warm bodies, one of my personal favorite movies. (I pulled up the script and everything so if you've seen the movie and are like hey.. word for word, bar for bar, YOURE NOT WRONG)

Songs I listened to while writing (just so you can picture some scenes with what songs I was feeling):

Sweet Beliefs - Cyann and Ben

Yamaha - Delta Spirit

Midnight City -M83

Hungry Heart - Bruce Springsteen

happy reading!

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Leon was a determined man; he could do mainly anything he set his mind to if he tried, and he did. He would do everything in his power possible to stop the spread of this virus, well, he tried anyway. He knew that he couldn’t do much to begin with, but he always had a small sliver of hope that he could. Stupidly he braved his way forward after the car exploded, promising Claire to meet at the police station. How naive. Is the two words he uses as he thinks back to that same day.

He held his Matilda gun in both hands as he made his way towards the front gate of the R.P.D. He grunted audibly as he shut the gate and then proceeded to lock it. He turned around to face the front of the building in partial awe, a bitter expression souring his face. This is where he was meant to work, to protect and serve the people and yet he never got a chance to properly even start to accomplish that task.

With a heavy sigh Leon stepped into the building and looked around the main lobby, taking note of the shudder to his right that had a large warning with blood splattered on the floor, he grimaced and walked up to the small computer on the front desk, watching the cameras to see some guy flailing around a small notebook with the promise of a way out inside of it.

Leon typed away on the computer to find out which room the guy was in and felt his heart sink a bit when he realized it was being blocked off by that same shudder he had saw earlier which was definitely not ideal but if he wanted to help get a cure he had to first escape with as many survivors as possible, so he inhaled sharply and opened the shudder by a lever with shaky hands, his grip on his gun tightening.

The shudder only opened enough for him to crawl under, so he pulled his flashlight out and crawled under while shining the light around, biting his bottom lip anxiously as he stood up from the floor and made his way to the room where the guy was, which unfortunately was behind another shudder.

Leon holstered his gun quickly and manually forced the shudder open enough to pull the other officer out from, but unfortunately he was too late because the zombies had caught up to the guy on the other side and all the pulling from both ends along with the pressure of the shudder on the guys pelvic area ended up splitting him into two, leaving Leon with the upper half and the zombie with the delicious bottom half.

He immediately felt sick, just staring at the blood and organs leaking out from the guy's poor body. Yet he forced himself to look away once he grabbed the small notebook from the guy's dead hand. He gasped softly when he saw that he needed to collect three medallions from different statutes and put them into the main statue in the lobby to unlock a secret path.

Leon quickly pocketed the notebook and stood up, silently disappointed in himself for not saving the guy and making a quiet promise he would find a cure and try to save everyone else. He turned towards the door he entered, only for the door to swing open and a zombie to come barreling through, without hesitation Leon shot the zombie in the head and darted off, his main goal? Get back to the damn shudder that led him to this damn area in the first place.

As he ran, he bumped into two zombies, he panicked and shot one in the head and kicked the other one in the stomach to stagger back enough to fall on the floor. Leon heard a window break and started running towards the shudder, he could see the main lobby light peeking out from beneath the small sliver.

He got down on his hands and knees and started to force the shudder open, fear and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Yet he couldn’t get it open much with just his hands so he pushed his upper body through it and placed his palms flat on the floor, forcing it open enough with his back, almost crying with relief as he crawled through.

That relief was short lived as his leg was grabbed from the earlier zombie and before Leon could try and either shoot it or attempt to squirm away he felt this horrible pain shoot through his leg. A loud scream erupting from his lungs, he scrambled for his gun and shot the zombie, standing up quickly to force the shudder shut. He whimpered in pain as he limped over to the medical beds in the main lobby.

He could see the blood seeping through his pant leg and when he rolled the fabric up, he almost vomited at the sight of his flesh missing. Apparently while he was crawling and squirming it caused his pant leg to bunch up a bit to expose skin and a bit of his pants fabric was missing from where he was bit. All the hopes of saving everyone and being the help people needed went down the drain. He’d seen enough zombie movies to know he was going to turn within a few hours and this whole thing was pointless and stupid.

He glanced down at his gun, breathing heavily as he brought it up to his temple. “I won’t become those... Things.” He whispered to no one but himself, tears welling up in his eyes, but he was too chicken shit to kill himself. He burst out into tears and laid back onto the bed, sniffling softly to himself. He failed. For the first time in his life, he failed to protect someone.

That was the last thing he remembered as a human as his eyes got droopy, fluttering shut every once in a while, before finally shutting, taking his last breath.

When he awoke, he gasped as he rose up, clenching his hand over his heart, taking no note of the fact his heart was no longer beating anymore. He glanced down at his hands and saw they were paler than usual, he figured it must’ve been a nightmare or maybe he was immune. Otherwise, how did he survive a whole zombie bite?

He got off the bed and grabbed his gun once more he was able to find a sharp object to use to pry open a door, he carefully stalked through the West Office, pulling his lips into a thin line as he tried to be as quiet as possible but when he stepped onto an empty plastic bottle his head shot up towards the two zombies in the room that roused up from their sleep. Leon fumbled for his gun getting ready to shoot because he was not about to be bitten or eaten alive, only for the zombie sleeping at the police desk to shush him. “Sleeping... Shush.” The zombie grumbled tiredly before going back to sleep.

Leon’s jaw dropped in awe, why hadn’t they attacked? Why could he understand them now?! All the scenarios ran through his head at once and he could only land on one possible one. With a panicked look on his face, he rushed out and sprinted up to the second-floor bathroom, the zombies lingering in the hallway ignoring him, grunting and groaning out broken English to each other.

He threw the bathroom door open and walked towards the mirror, finally looking at himself. It finally made sense to him now. It only took one look at himself to clearly see that he too was now a zombie, a hideous creature like the rest of them. Yet he didn’t look busted and beaten up, all his facial features were still intact and none of his skin started rotting, although some joints of his were stiff, assuming the rigor mortis set in for him if he were to be an actual dead corpse, but he wasn't.

His reality came crashing down on himself and he couldn’t even cry, dead things don’t have emotions anymore.

Upon watching the news for a few days, months, years? He wasn’t sure anymore, everyday blended into one and after a while he stopped caring, he was dead now. He made a few zombie friends, those…people? Helped him adjust to the new life he was forced into fairly quickly. Almost like a family, every zombie was family, it didn't matter if you weren’t related or what you looked like, if you were a walking corpse you qualified as family.

But if you were human, you were considered bad, an enemy, a meal. He learned that humans managed to build a wall to keep zombies out while they tried to start civilization anew, hoping to repopulate. Though some rebellious teens often snuck out beyond the walls and became a meal or turned into a zombie, or people ransacked through old buildings in hopes of coming across supplies, fortunately for zombies they could sense humans by smell from miles away, just most were lazy and didn’t want to die a whole second time for a worthless meal, unless the humans were in groups.

Just like your group.

Out ransacking a place for medicine for some members of your community that fell ill and just extra medicine just in general. Leon was rather hungry as he walked with his usual horde of zombies towards the building you and your friends were in. He was quite happy because it smelled delicious. (Having grown accustomed to eating humans at this point.)

It didn’t take long for the horde to break down the door to the room you were in before they started attacking, gun fire ringing through the air, yet if it wasn’t a headshot, it didn’t matter much. Leon made eye contact with you when a zombie in front of him got shot in the head. Once he locked his eyes with you, he was smitten, he hadn’t felt like this since the day he arrived in the city. He felt… determined. He was absolutely fascinated with you enough to spare your life from being taken by him, he watched your beautiful eyes widen before sliding away behind a counter to hide.

The moment was short lived as some annoying guy shot him, Leon growled and pounced on the guy, ripping him to shreds within seconds, eating the yummy brains he got through hard work, blood all over his mouth, hands, and clothes. As he chewed on some of the guys' brains, he indulged in the memories he got from them, for some reason if you consumed the brains of a human you get to see, experience, and feel all their past memories stored in that part of the brain.

Yet as he silently ate the brain’s he started seeing you in this guys’ memories, your sweet laugh, the soft and tender kisses between you both, even when you guys had sex. Leon’s eyes snapped open at the last part, gasping softly at the stirring in his loins. It wasn’t strong, no. But it was very faint, and for a moment he felt human again.

It didn’t take a miracle for Leon to figure out he ate your boyfriend, he gulped down the brains in his mouth and pocketed the rest, all while chaos ensued around him, people dying, gunfire, stabbing, crying, shouting. None of it mattered. He could feel the amount of love your boyfriend had for your coursing through his veins as he crawled over to you.

He saw the look of horror on your face as he spotted you, slowly crawling over to you because your gun had jammed, and you ran out of stuff to defend yourself with. He sat right in front of you and watched as you leaned back with a scared and disgusted look on your face. He frowned slightly and leaned closer, placing his bloodied hand on your cheek, making sure to smear you in your now dead boyfriend's blood.

In a hoarse and cracked voice Leon then spoke up. “S-Safe... Now.” He stuttered out, it had been a while since he had to use that word that he almost forgot it. He wanted to keep you safe, he now claimed you. It didn’t take long for the other zombies to grab the brains and other pieces of human body parts before they got ready to leave, sniffing around to make sure they couldn’t smell any more alive humans.

He carefully took your hand and placed his bloodied finger over your lips. “Shh... Come.” He muttered softly, it hit him that he hadn’t spoken in full sentences or English in a while now, zombies understood each other by just grunting or groaning, they did speak in broken English sometimes.

“What?” You whispered in confusion as he helped you up and walked you alongside the pack of zombies. He held onto you tightly with an expressionless face, guiding you along with the group all the way back to the police station, very determined to keep you as his own. He took you to a small space that no one really lingered at. Luckily, he had claimed this space, so no other zombies dared to go back there out of respect for when Leon wanted to be alone. The other zombies didn’t suspect you either, to them; if you smelled like you belonged then they thought you were one of them, plus they’re brainless idiots too, who is gonna know the difference if they don’t have the intelligence to figure it out.

Leon stared at you with uncertainty in his eyes, wondering if it was really the best idea to bring you back here of all places. What he did know was that he was super happy to even have a human in his vicinity, even if well you did attempt to kill him.

“This is... home...” Leon said softly, crouching down in front of you on the floor, trying to figure out how to explain he wasn't going to eat you. He pointed at you and then himself, chomping his teeth a few times. Cringing internally when you looked even more horrified, so he repeated the motion once more. “Not... eat.” He mouthed quietly with a soft expression in his eyes.

“Keep you safe.” He stated firmly, his eyes darting away from your gaze awkwardly. He got up and searched the room for some canned goods he had stored away when he first turned into a zombie. Eating humans disgusted him and he really didn’t wanna try to figure it out, so he tried to eat normal food, but that was never no use. He always spat it out with a disgusted look on his face, it tasted horrible.

He found a large can of fruits, smiling happily as he brought it over to you with a knife. You shakily took both items from his hands, being extremely cautious around him still because you were still unsure. Plus, it’s not like he looked like a model, you were sure that if he wasn’t covered in blood and didn’t have a few pieces of his cheek missing he would be close to a model.

He was cute in a sense, like a dog almost. But you didn’t trust him, not yet at least. Zombies were the things you were warned about. With a reluctant sigh you stabbed the knife into the top of the can and ended up prying it open. You glanced up at him as you used your fingers as a spoon, catching his eyes dart away nervously.

You pulled your lips into a thin line before letting out a small chuckle. “I guess you’re not all that bad, Mr. Zombie.” You snorted, watching Leon sit down in front of you. He scratched gently under his chin, a habit he never grew out of even when he was undead. He also learned that if he scratched too hard then his skin would fall off.

Which is why it looks like a cat scratched the side of his cheek; it would’ve been a cool scar if it healed. But he was dead... So, nothing could scar... Or heal.

“My name...” He murmured, trying to think back on what his name actually was. It had been so long since he actually heard his name or even said his name that he forgot what it was. You on the other hand perked up a little bit. “You have a name?” You asked, sitting up a little straighter. He nodded and tried to think back on it. “L...” He elongated the first letter of his name because that’s the only thing that came to what little mind he had left.

“Leonard? Lachlan? Landon? Leroy? Lawrence?” You started listing off different names that started with an L that came to mind, hoping one would stick but he just kind of shook his head before blinking a few times. “Familiar.” He narrowed his eyes before shaking his head, he almost had it but just as soon as he thought he did he lost his train of thought.

You sighed and ran your clean-Ish hand through your hair, eyes roaming over his body before you saw what looked to be an imprint of a wallet in his pocket. Your eyes widened slightly, and Leon noticed your gaze at his pants. He got excited for a moment, thinking you were checking him out or trying to look at his dick. He would gladly show you if you wanted!

He watched with excitement as you moved your hand out to his crotch area, he wasn’t sure if he was prepared! What if you didn’t like what you saw? Could he even have sex? So many questions racked his brain, each making him more excited than the last. Until... Your hand swerved to the left of his pants, aiming for his pocket as you tapped the stiff object. His face dropped in disappointment, but what was he thinking? Why would you even want to think about such an ugly hideous monster in such an intimate way? “Can I?” You nudged your head towards his pocket, and he nodded in slight defeat.

You took out the wallet and flipped it open, looking at his ID. If you thought he was partially cute before, he was definitely cute now. You had to hide the blush that was threatening to sprout on your cheeks, quickly shaking it off. You redirected your attention where it was supposed to be aimed at. His name.

“Huh. Leon Scott Kennedy.” You murmured aloud, watching Leon perk up with excitement as his name came back to his brain. “Yes! My name...Leon!” He pointed at himself happily again. He nodded and gently took the wallet from your hands.

His eyes settled on the ID photo, and he felt a small wave of sadness wash over him, it wasn’t even his fault he turned but he supposed he turned in the least painful way possible, the most unscathed too. Some people had their limbs pulled off their body and some people had been halfway eaten alive because the damn zombie wanted their organs and not the brain.

Yet he felt this was the closest he had come to crying ever since he turned into a zombie. He had tried everything he could do in his power to cry, and none of it worked at all. It mostly just damped his mood.

But even now he could not get that tear he so desperately wanted to fall from his eye. He shut his wallet and stuffed it into his pants pocket again, looking away from you awkwardly. He was going to say something until he watched you look out the window with your own longing look.

He wanted to comfort you but didn’t know how, plus he definitely didn’t want to be called or considered creepy. So, he turned around and pulled out some of the stashed away brains in his jacket pocket, he popped a big piece into his mouth like it was gum. He was able to divulge in a few new memories that your boyfriend had.

His eyebrows scrunched up as he could see your dad happily welcoming your boyfriend into the family, having a serious conversation while also celebrating your dead mom's anniversary. Then the memory faded out until he came back to reality because you had started talking to him.

“I want to go home, Leon.” You stated firmly, your gaze still peering out the window for a bit longer before turning around to stare at him. “It’s n-not safe...” He warned you once more that going outside was not a good idea at all and you were stubborn and set on leaving.

You sighed rather heavily and rubbed your face as you tried to figure how to explain it to him because he was quite literally not the brightest tool in the shed, and it wasn’t even on purpose either. “I get that.” You paused before continuing. “And look… I know that you ‘saved’ my life. And I'm grateful for that. But you walked me into this place. So, I know that you can walk me out again.” You narrowed your eyes at him as you waited for his response, you had a solid argument through and through. Leon knew that but didn’t want to let you go.

His poor brain scrambled for an answer, he didn’t wanna lose you. “H…h… have to wait. They… They’ll notice.” He blurted out as best as he could manage. You weren’t the happiest person on the planet with that answer, but it was better than staying with him permanently.

“How long?” You questioned, sitting down in front of him as he kept his eyes trained on you. “F.. f.. few days. Th.. they’ll forget. You’ll be o-kay.” Leon tried to reassure you and he sounded quite serious about this.

You nodded with a firm tight-lipped expression. “Fine. A few days it is then.” You responded quite tiredly. Leon was a bit eager that you bought into his lie, why wouldn’t you? No one else could sway you to believe otherwise since he was a zombie and you believed he knew everything about every zombie in this post-apocalyptic world.

The next few days consisted of the both of you doing fun things to relieve your boredom, he showed you his fun little trinkets and items he collected during his time as a zombie just so he could feel a little human again and you in turn showed him the fun things humans still did that he forgot about.

But all good things must come to an end when he got distracted roaming around outside the safe place, he took you to find some more food and perhaps a better blanket, it was a big police station, something had to be there. But when he arrived back a while later with the objects, he was shocked to find you missing when he deliberately only went out while you were napping or sleeping so he didn’t have to stress about you running away.

He pursed his lips into a pout before he heard you scream, he immediately dropped the stuff in his hands and rushed off towards the direction of the scream, finding you surrounded by zombies. He panicked and grabbed a fire extinguisher, whacking the other zombies in the head in order to protect you while you stepped out the way to avoid being attacked or injured in some way possible.

When he was sure he killed the other zombies, he dropped the fire extinguisher and huffed softly, wiping the blood away from his face and hands onto his already bloody clothes. Leon snapped his head up towards your direction with a frown on his face. “You said a few days. It's been a few days, Leon.” You demanded answers, you were feeling restless after all. “I have to go home; I have a family. A family that's on the other side of that giant wall that keeps creatures like you out of it.” You tried your best to explain it to him, but he didn’t want to hear the nonsense. He wanted you.

He took your hand in his own cold and stiff one, tilting his head at you fondly. “S... stay t-together.” He smiled as best as he could manage while guiding you to the parking garage. “We leave.” He tapped his wallet again and then took you over to a hoodless red car that had the keys still in the ignition.

Leon wanted to drive but he wasn’t very sure in his abilities and as if you read his mind you spoke up. “I'll drive.” You exclaimed cheerfully, hopping into the driver’s seat while he got into the passengers. He took the parking garage keycard out from his wallet that he often used to go out and explore carefree and handed it to you, which you gladly accepted.

It had been a few hours since you and Leon left the police station, a clear destination in mind for you. That same wall you referenced earlier. You could’ve gotten there before midnight, but it had started raining and the heater in the car crapped out. “Dammit it, I’m freezing...” You grumbled in slight frustration, but Leon wasn’t cold at all. Corpses don’t get cold, which is an added bonus sometimes.

You glanced around and realized you were in a neighborhood close to home, well not super close but close enough to finish driving the rest of the way there.

“Full disclosure, I am exhausted beyond, and I want to warm up before I catch hypothermia. I’m not a corpse you know.” You teased, smiling a bit as you informed Leon of what was about to happen. He nodded and gave you a thumbs up.

You were still a little uneasy around him, but he was growing on you. You pulled over into a random driveway and hopped out the car, shivering as the cold wind paired with the rain blew harshly against your skin. Leon followed right behind you, albeit a bit slow but he still followed along.

As you approached the door you silently hoped it was unlocked, because who the hell would lock their door after being evacuated in a zombie apocalypse?

Unfortunately, it was locked, and you seriously considered busting the door down, you took a step back but stayed beneath the awning of the front porch, rubbing your hands up and down your upper arms to warm yourself while searching for a window that wasn’t boarded up to break into.

Leon on the other hand was confused why you didn’t just open the door considering he got there a little after you did. “What's... wrong?” He questioned, staring at you with his usual cute look of curiosity.

Your eyes darted back towards his own and you purse your lips tightly as you explained that the door was locked. “It’s locked, I can’t get in it and I’m searching for a window-” Before you could even finish your sentence Leon slammed into the front door and it swung open. You were stunned. Could he always do that? If so, why hadn’t zombies come in bigger hordes to storm the wall keeping the rest of humanity alive.

Leon turned towards you when he opened (broke) the door for the two of you, but mainly you. It’s like he was expecting some praise for helping you out. He was a good zombie after all!

With a small smile on your face, you patted his head. “Thanks Lee.” You crooned, the nickname easily slipping past your lips as both of you sauntered inside the house while Leon closed the door behind the both of you once inside.

You desperately rubbed your hands together for a shred of warmth, Leon took note of this and frowned. He wanted to help you warm up but how? His brain (what was left due to deterioration) searched for an answer and came up with one possibility but didn’t know if you were going to want to do that. After all, he was let down earlier with the whole wallet situation.

“Let’s go upstairs, I’m dying to get out of these clothes and under a blanket.” You emphasized your point by tugging on your soaked shirt. Leon being Leon let his eyes roam over your body, admiring the way it clung to your skin before noticing you were walking away towards the stairs. “O-Okay.” He murmured, tailing after you like a puppy.

Once you reached upstairs you asked Leon to make sure no other zombies were in any of the rooms, you survived this far. No way in hell were you going to die in such a pathetic way. It's the first rule of the apocalypse, be cautious and also know your route to escape if you do encounter a zombie. You can thank Zombieland for that warning, it did amuse you in some odd way.

Watching some guy who was surviving a zombie apocalypse thinking it would never happen but never say never. It felt like some sick joke that sometimes didn’t feel real until you encountered a zombie, then it felt a little too real.

Speaking of zombies, here comes the cutie who waddled back with a shake of his head. “No zombie!” He exclaimed, pointing to a room at the end of the hall. "Bed.” He said simply, putting his hand on your lower back to guide you inside the room. You didn’t protest it at all, hell you would sleep on a rooftop if it provided you with good enough shelter along with a decent bed at this rate.

After a quick check of the mattress to discover it hadn’t rotted much, and a bedsheet was over it so it added a decent layer of protection as well, you sat on the edge of the bed while Leon sat on the floor like usual, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

“I’m gonna get undressed. Don’t look.” You ordered firmly, hoping he would understand. You smiled when he nodded and turned your back to him while he turned his head away long enough for you to see he did before he turned right back towards you.

Leon wasn’t an idiot; he knew very well what he was doing. He was once human too after all, plus he would feel stupid if he let this rare moment slip away from his grasp, it had been too long since he saw actual decent tits and ass, most of the other zombies who were women were all rotting and very unappealing to him. He’s sure you would look so beautiful if you looked like him.

You on the other hand were completely oblivious to Leon’s plan or the fact he was ogling you like you were his next most delicious meal, and in a way... You kind of were.

Nonetheless you stripped down to just a bra and panties before curling back into the bed and under the blanket, shivering quietly while hugging your legs for warmth still. It was so silent between the both of you. So silent you could hear your teeth chattering echo throughout the room.

Leon sat on the floor awkwardly, wondering what to do with his newfound feelings. You never banished him from the bed, nor were you shying away from him when he touched you recently. Maybe this time he could get what he wanted from you, right? He would have to eventually.

A very confident Leon rose up from the floor, you watching with furrowed brows in confusion. Was he going to leave the room? But to your surprise he curled up in bed with you, his cold dead hands sliding around your waist to cuddle you from behind, you instantly stiffened up from multiple things, the fact he was cold, and his hands were resting on your belly and the fact he was so close to you like this. But after a few moments you relaxed and leaned back into his touch.

Leon felt like he was over the moon when you reacted positively at his touch, he could smell your scent, your musk and if he had a consistent blood flow, he was sure it would’ve all rushed down to his penis. Luckily for him he could make his body stiffen up in places or even all over in general. Lord knows how many times he escaped second death by doing this neat party trick when humans tried killing the groups of zombies he was in. He never left unscathed though and caught a bullet in his shoulder once. But it never bothered him because he didn’t feel it. It did piss him off though.

He was so tempted to take a small bite of your sweet supple flesh; he had been suppressing his desires for so long now it was becoming unbearable. “Such a temptress...” He thought to himself, rubbing his hand up and down your waist gently, easing you up to his touch in small doses.

You were feeling pretty sleepy but a part of you was getting a little turned on, you hadn’t had sex in a while even while your boyfriend was alive so any touch from a male was enough to set you off, even if unfortunately, that male was a zombie. But it was different somehow, he was gentle. Plus, he was cute so that definitely didn’t hurt either.

You guess the only plus of the whole situation was the fact Leon wasn’t breathing super loud in your ear like a fat pig. That’s what your now dead ex(?) boyfriend did, and it was a major turn off because it sounded like he was dying every time he was moaning or even came.

Not a word was spoken between the two of you as Leon’s hand drifted lower to cup your inner thigh, the two of you looking down at his hand on your body. He whimpered softly at the warmth between your thighs. “M-May I?” He pleaded; he can’t remember the last time he was this nervous. Oh wait, yes he can. The first time he met you and a few hours earlier when you pulled that little stunt of disappearing on him. He thought he lost you forever.

Not this time.

Not ever again.

You gulped quietly and looked over your shoulder at him nodding slightly, breathing out a soft yes.

Leon was happy, he felt a warmth within himself in his chest area, well maybe if he had a beating heart it would feel way better, but he can’t get greedy now. Not after he worked this hard to get to this moment.

It had been a while since he had sex, things with his ex-girlfriend weren’t so great before he came to Raccoon city. He silently apologized if he was a bit rusty. Though as soon as his hand slipped beneath your panties, and he heard your soft gasp when his fingertip brushed against your clit it's like all his knowledge on how to please a woman came back to him.

He tightened his grip on your waist with one hand while the other dipped down to collect the slick leaking from your hole, using it as lubricant to swipe at your clit as best as he could, hoping to pleasure you. He figured he was doing a good job when you pressed your face into the pillow to muffle a moan.

That wouldn’t do at all!

Leon removed his hands from you and sat up, pouting a bit as his ego inflated from the soft whine of confusion left you. “I wanna..” He paused and looked down into your eyes. “So pretty...” He thought to himself.

“Sound.” He pointed at your mouth; it took a second for it to click but once it did you nodded. “Right, yes. Sorry.” You blushed at his comment, for a zombie he seemed sure of exactly what he wanted. Even if he wasn’t good at it verbally.

Leon smiled and climbed on top of you, running his knuckle against your cheekbone with a delighted expression. You nuzzled against the gesture, a small part of you was calling yourself a freak for even enjoying this and the bigger part was you telling that other part to shut the fuck up.

Your hands came up to cup his face, being mindful of the piece of flesh missing from his cheek, he appreciated the gesture, but he couldn’t care less if you touched the wound. He rested his weight on his forearms to grind his cock against the wet spot on the gusset of your panties. A soft moan left your lips and if you weren’t so scared of getting bit you would’ve kissed him, but you didn’t want to tease him and him end up biting you.

You were so eager and desperate though that you yourself disregarded foreplay because you were definitely wet enough. You helped Leon strip down to nothing, admiring his toned body, ghosting your fingertip over the bullet wound too. He was embarrassed and shied away from your wandering eyes.

“You’re so handsome, Leon.” You confessed, watching his eyes go wide with his head snapping back towards you with a hint of vulnerability beneath them. “Really?” He tilted his head at you while you discarded your bra and panties somewhere in the room.

When you met his eyes, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, nodding while dragging your fingers through his soft but slightly matted hair, trying to ignore the fact you might’ve tugged a bit too hard that some strands actually fell out. It was just another reminder that you were literally about to have sex with a whole zombie.

Leon cleared his throat as best as he could while positioning himself between your legs to rub his cockhead between your folds. Low moans escaped both of you before he slowly pushed himself past the tight muscle that relaxed with ease. Leon swore he was in heaven, that he died for a second time and that heaven was you.

So warm and wet. Is literally all he could think of.

You on the other hand couldn’t get over how good it was, but that lingering guilt still bubbled at the back of your mind. You shoved those thoughts down and wrapped your arms behind his neck tugging him closer towards your body.

Slowly he started to thrust into you, he tried to be gentle, but each thrust was hard and rough. Punched out gasps and moans filling the room each time his hips met yours. “D-Do you like...?” He asked quietly, burying his face into your neck, holding his desire to bite you at bay. He had to remind himself it wasn’t a good moment. But seeing your bouncing tits and flesh so close to his face was his breaking point.

“Y-yes... I love it–AHH!” You screamed at the end of your remark, feeling tears well up in your eyes at the pain of being bit.

Leon cursed himself for doing it, but he could only hold his primal desires at bay for so long. “What the fuck did you do! G-Get off of me!” You shrieked, trying to fight away from his grasp but he was much stronger than you. Immediately pinning your wrists down to the mattress with one hand, shaking his head as he continued pounding into you.

“I'm s-sorry!” He apologized profusely but his hips never slowed down. “Accident...” He whimpered coyly as you kept struggling.

You felt like an idiot, who in their right mind would trust a zombie after all? You. You did and now you were reaping the consequences.

As much as you hated to admit it, the blood loss and the blood around Leon’s mouth was making you dizzy with pleasure. It didn’t take long for your struggling to cease; you knew you would ‘die’ from blood loss but the adrenaline in your body was fighting while blood gushed out from the bite on your neck.

Leon let go of your wrists shakily to test if you would harm him but when you didn’t and you just laid there looking up at him with a hazy look in your eyes, he felt like he was on top of the world. In one swift movement he put your ankles over his shoulders, putting you into a mating press damn near with how feral he was fucking you.

The lewd squelching sound of your pussy was enough to send him over the edge, but he can’t cum, he lost that ability the day he died. He was upset he didn’t meet you earlier, he’s so sure that you would look so perfect with his child in your belly.

“You’re going to be just like me...” Leon hummed, concern brewing in your belly when he started getting easier to understand. Was this really it? You weakly protested against the idea when his thumb pressed against your clit to get you to have one final orgasm.

He tilted his head to the side to lick up your calf all the way up to your ankle, suckling on the area he wanted to bite. Without much thought he sank his teeth in your leg, right where he was bit. What was more romantic than having matching bite marks?

You jolted from the pain mixed with pleasure, weakly crying out Leon’s name. “L-Leon... Stop it...” You pawed at his back as your back arched off the bed, feeling the life slowly draining out your body the faster your heart pumped out blood from such a stimulating touch, your body temperature lowering to almost eerily match his own.

He could feel your gummy walls squeezing the non-existent life out his cock and he threw his head back in pleasure, groaning loudly as he doubled down on his efforts, he could tell you were close.

He wasn’t wrong though, you were so close to reaching your sweet release, the bedsheet and mattress soaked with your bodily fluids. Blood and your arousal forever staining the sheets. “P-Please my Goddess...” He squeaked out, leaning down to lick at your neck, lapping up the blood oozing out.

Your body was getting weaker and weaker, eyes fluttering shut longer than they were open as you slowly died beneath him, yet right before you took your last final breaths as a human you came violently around his cock, feeling utterly spent and satisfied as you drifted into an unconscious state.

Leon sat up straight, staring down at your lifeless body with a small amount of concern. He had never turned someone into a zombie before, so he wasn’t sure if he actually killed you or not. He pulled his cock out of your hole, admiring the creamy white ring around the base of it.

He ran his fingertips over the bite mark on your leg, sighing in content, his eyes drifting up your body to admire your glistening folds. He glanced around nervously before leaning down to lap at your cunt, moaning softly at the taste. "Gosh..." He could definitely eat you up.

He whimpered in frustration when you didn't stir awake after a few hours (minutes), placing small kisses on your belly with a pout, wrapping his arms around your waist while he laid on top of you, covering your naked bodies with the blanket.

He kept your hand outside the blanket, staring intensely at it.

“Please move. Please move.” He thought anxiously, finally after what felt like eternity, he saw your fingers twitch and he felt relieved. He smiled fondly at the sight, kissing your sternum with a dopey grin.

You were going to be with him for eternity. <3

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 2 years ago

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Cod Characters General Dating Headcanons (part two)

+ Random and Some bits of Chubby Fem S/O Headcanons with mentions of different nationality S/O

+ What type of BF/GF they would be

Including Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski

+ Some Poly! Farah x Reader x Alex Headcanons

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Fem terms and pronouns like she/her are used for the reader

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

Please comment if you want to be added to the taglist, the next part or cod content alone. I also have content for TLOU and Resident Evil, so please specify.

Taglist: @marshmallowinamess

A/n: Hi lovelies! It's me again Lia, currently working on this one while I haven't even posted the other yet because I wanna post early and I love Valeria. Y'all don't got shit on me, I'm writing this shit while I'm in class AHAHAHA. Btw more Resident Evil content soon...

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical Cod things, OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Tiny sidenote: the reader in this has been describe to be shorter than the characters and has been mentioned to have a soft body rather than the muscular type.

Valeria Garza

ꕥ (Just saying, I'd let her step all over me)

ꕥ The El Sinombre falling in love? No shit she's... semi-normal??

ꕥ Black cat/Doberman girlfriend for sure. She's extremely protective and extremely terrifying when she wants to be. Scary dog privilege if you get it. (Occasionally it's funny to imagine her as a Chihuahua)

ꕥ Dates all kinds of women, body type and other things don't matter to her because she doesn't have a type. If you catch her attention then that's that.

ꕥ Loves spoiling you in everyway possible, just sit pretty for her and she'll take care of everything. Doesn't give a shit on the amount of money she spends on you, you want it? You got it.

ꕥ Loves it when you need her, it's one of the ways she feels loved and appreciated. Would never say it out loud but loves it whenever you show her your appreciation by doing manual labor.

ꕥ The idea of you being her pretty little housewife is sending her to heaven.

ꕥ Spanish pet names galore, culture is something of importance to her so will definitely teach you Spanish if she had the time.

ꕥ Would be interested learning about your culture as well because if you're gonna know about hers then she ought to know what to call you in your language. (Definitely not self-indulgent because I'm Filipina and I know she'd pronounce it somewhat correctly)

ꕥ Doesn't ever let you know about her cartel business. You can never know and she will never allow you to get ever get involved. You're too precious to her and god forbid anything will happen to you, she will destroy the world if she had to.

ꕥ She's more of a masc lesbian, she's the type who likes to be in charge in a "I'm the one who wears the pants in the relationship" way. She's very dominant.

ꕥ Doesn't ever even consider to be submissive, with the amount of shit she's been through. She can be vulnerable with you but in no way, shape or form could you ever top.

ꕥ You're an escape from the life she knew, it was peaceful with you. At first she wasn't used to it, definitely has reoccurring thoughts of something going wrong. You dying, getting kidnapped, falling into the hands of her enemies so constant reassurance.

ꕥ Would absolutely kill for you, no hesitation. The literally definitely of "I would burn this world for you", would absolutely deny it but you know otherwise.

Farah Karim

ꕥ Tabby cat coded girlfriend, she's down to earth and chill. She's that one neutral person everyone adores, she puts her best efforts into a relationship for sure.

ꕥ Has and will help you do your make-up all the time, doesn't matter whether you asked. She'll observe the specific way you do it and do it perfectly.

ꕥ Sweetest girlfriend ever, she has dominance tendencies but it's mainly because she's quite assertive and often makes the decisions. Can't help it, after all her field of work requires her to one up egotistic men.

ꕥ That being said, I think she's had some mild PTSD about how they treated her. Sure it made her tough and she didn't like to be bossed around (unlike angry Mexican man) but I like to think she keeps you out of it as much as possible.

ꕥ Chubby!Reader headcanon is that she literally would adore you, compliment anything and everything. Insecure? Not on her watch, she just makes you feel so loved.

ꕥ Most definitely has introduced you to Price (I feel like he's everyone's father figure except los vaqueros and characters he hasn't interacted with) and don't worry he's already looking after you as well.

ꕥ Poly! Farah x reader x Alex headcanons:

ꕥ You guys following whatever Farah says, towards relationship decisions anyway because you and Alex tend to be indecisive.

ꕥ Lot's of communication between the three of you even if it's just a small thing, consent is always key.

ꕥ Alex following his two wives around a lot, he's mostly behind you guys all the time.

ꕥ Farah is patient when it comes to a lot of things but especially you and Alex.

ꕥ You get head pats from both of them, Farah is in a more praising manner while Alex tends to be in a comforting manner.

ꕥ You cannot tell me these two won't be down to cuddle in any position because I know damn well they would be. More often it's just Alex wanting to be a little spoon.

Alex Keller

ꕥ Golden Retriever boyfriend FOR REAL. This man is the type of man to kneel down and clasp the strap of your shoe or heel when he notices it.

ꕥ You know when you pick up something near a corner of a table or underneath it? He's the type of boyfriend to subconsciously cover the edge or corner of that table so that if your head bumps into it then it wouldn't be as painful or even at all.

ꕥ Having said the first one, he also guides your head whenever getting into a vehicle because god forbid you actually hurt yourself. Not on his watch.

ꕥ Understands why you're insecure and definitely offers a lot of verbal reassurance.

ꕥ Is the type of boyfriend to say "Yes Ma'am" when you ask him to do something, doesn't matter whether it's a small thing or labor intensive. It's kinda become your guys' thing now since people take notice on it.

ꕥ Pouty kind of jealous? Not necessarily whiny but makes this sad upset face at you when jealous instead of something like Ghost or Valeria would do where they'd be glaring the person down jealous.

ꕥ Very thoughtful, he pays attention to what you want and what you need and knows the right timing.

ꕥ Forehead kiss giver, you cannot convince me this man doesn't love doing it. Especially when you're shorter than him, loves resting his chin on top of your head or burying his head in your neck.

ꕥ HATES seeing you uncomfortable, absolutely despises it. That's the last thing he wants you to feel when you're around him. Would understand if there's imminent danger around but it would literally being him back to life if you felt safe enough around him even if there was danger because you're confident in his capabilities to keep you safe.

Kate Laswell

ꕥ (LOVE THIS WOMAN, SHE'S FOR THE GIRLS BECAUSE IT'S CANON. ARGUE WITH THE WALL)

ꕥ She only ever let the TF141 and Nikolai meet you because of course she trusts them enough.

ꕥ They were like "So you're the infamous wife of Laswell huh?"

ꕥ Even before you were married, Kate called you her wife because she was ✨manifesting✨.

ꕥ She loves using it though, sometimes she'd be with coworkers and they'd invited her to go out to pub and drink but she'll refuse saying "Can't, my wife is waiting for me". She'd really rather just spend time with you anyway.

ꕥ Congrats, you made her quit smoking or at least she's trying to. She still does every once and a while when shit gets really bad but never around you because she knows that secondhand smoke is just as bad for you.

ꕥ She doesn't have a type when it comes to people so body is out of the question, if she feels a connection then she feels it.

ꕥ Anything and everything to keep you safe, if something were to happen to you, trust that she'll either get it down herself or if she can't then she'll turn to Price and Belinski for help.

ꕥ As much as possible, she keeps you away from everything. The job she has is just too dangerous and she can't risk you, not when you're one of the only good things in her life that keeps her happy.

ꕥ Definitely a workaholic, something as simple as asking her to eat or rest, maybe take a break. She'll do it, for you and because she knows you care for her.

ꕥ Doesn't half-ass anything, full effort when it comes to you especially when there's a special occasion between you two like holidays, birthdays and anniversaries.

ꕥ Also she loves making you laugh, more often with stories of her experiences with Price and also about how they met.

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

ꕥ (I CANNOT FIND A DECENT GIF OF THIS MAN FOR THE LIFE OF ME... Here's the credits to where I found the photo)

ꕥ Get this man a makeshift antenna, he would adore it. You made it for him because of his call sign.

ꕥ He sometimes wears it on missions but mostly keeps it so that it doesn't get damage because this man is definitely a horder, not in a bad way just anything you give to him is something worth keeping in his eyes.

ꕥ Gary definitely gives you handmade gifts back, when he knows you'll like something or even if it's at a random, he loves making them for you and he cried when he found out you kept those all in it's own box labeling it your treasures.

ꕥ Very shy and reluctant at first but once he's comfortable, he is tackling you for a hug when he gets the chance.

ꕥ Doesn't talk a lot, (it took me to Google when I saw that many people hc him communicating through BSL) but I like to think he does talk. It's just really selective, like a few words.

ꕥ The first time you heard his voice, you looked at him like "???". He looked at you confused at your reaction and he only realized it when you told him.

ꕥ Think that he'll try to learn sign language within your mother tongue you know, it's too cute not to think about.

ꕥ He gives off soft lover vibes, definitely far more on the gentle side compared to his comrades.

ꕥ Something in me tells me this man rambles but only and I mean only when he's already extremely comfortable around you, not used to using his voice much so expect a bit of stutter. Which by the way, he does this without knowing he's rambling and will profusely apologize with his tone of voice slowly getting more quiet. (This is your sign, comfort this man)

ꕥ Likes to crawl around and climb things for fun, another one of the reasons his call sign was formed. The first time Ghost genuinely screamed was when Roach was stuck on the side of the wall and Ghost saw him there. Kinda like when you see a roach climbing up a wall and it flies straight for you in your direction. (Happened to me by experience when I was taking a shower)

ꕥ He also likes crawling around, like this I mean. Hacker!Reader seeing this on the enemy's security camera while she tries to shut them off is just funny to me idk why.

ꕥ Chubby!Reader? Sign him the fuck up. You once sat down near him and he saw how you thought spread a bit and it was so close to his that he was just resisting the urge to touch. The voice in his head shamelessly thinking of what it would be like if you suffocated him with them.

ꕥ He loves peppering kisses, doesn't matter whether it's receiving or giving this man would straight up take your hands and use them to cup his face, his hands still being over yours and would with wait for you to kiss him or kiss you himself.

Nikolai Belinski

ꕥ (I have no clue how to write for nik but I'll try my best)

ꕥ We all know him and his jokes about his "wives" which by the way is not true and you know it.

ꕥ He's husband material however he is quite busy, not that he'd barely spend time with you but he is away a lot. There's an upside to this, he constantly calls you (Let's be real, he prefers calls over texts) just to check on how you're doing and he tells you when he's going to come home.

ꕥ Despite all his jokes, he'd never actually make fun of you. Sure he's sarcastic and talks to himself a lot but he'd never go as low as actually making an offensive joke to his lover.

ꕥ Speaking of joking, your laugh is music to this man's ears. Don't matter if you sound like a dying cat, he's still gonna make you laugh.

ꕥ Surprisingly really sweet, people are often surprised to see that man with a lover. He's very thoughtful in a sense that he's observant, sure he's quite absentminded when around you because that's the only space he's comfortable enough to do so but also because he likes listening to you.

ꕥ Does every safety measure in a helicopter possible if he knew you or Gaz would be in that helicopter, he also makes improvements to it and calls it Gaz-proofing because we all know how Garrick fell off a damn helicopter TWICE. (Idk how he does it, Gaz has some serious plot armor)

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evillemons · 1 year ago

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hiii i love ur work!!! could u do what their marriage proposals would be like? like who’s most likely to have a public / private one, or spontaneous or planned? ☺️

Hi there! Thank you for your request, I love this one :) I'm sorry it took so long to get out, I've had an unbelievably crazy month and took a little break from Tumblr. I also initially tried to write these in the form of short stories, but absolutely hated them, so I decided to scrap them and start over in my usual style.

As an aside: realistically, I don't think any of them would propose in a public setting due to their status. I actually see most of them having really humble and intimate proposals to keep things simple and away from public attention. Now, without further ado:

How BTS would propose

Jin - Jin would really want to make his proposal special, so he would likely start planning a few weeks in advance. He's extremely introverted and a little shy, so there's no way in hell he would propose in public, but he would still want to make a grand romantic gesture to show his girlfriend how much he means to her. It would be a whole day affair, involving breakfast in bed, a professional massage, and online shopping. For the actual proposal, he would take her to the beach at sunset where he manually set up an intimate oasis with a blanket and pillows, candles, lanterns, champagne, and flowers. "Marry me" would be spelled out in rose petals on the sand. Traditionally, he would also get one knee and present a white gold ring with a modest, singular round diamond.

V - Taehyung wouldn't want the proposal to be too grand or flashy as to not attract attention from bystanders, yet he would try to be creative and unexpected. And while elaborate, he would likely come up with the plan last minute and spend a sleepless two or three days arranging everything. The theme would be a scavenger hunt around the city, where each destination holds a cryptic poem that leads to another. Each place would hold some sort of significance in the relationship, like where they first bumped into each other or had their first kiss. The final clue would lead her to him in an open field at night, atop a picnic blanket underneath the stars. He would take his time to tell her everything he loves about her, that she is his soulmate and he couldn't imagine his life without her, before officially proposing. His ring choice would undoubtedly be something nontraditional or vintage, like an opal or emerald.

RM - As he does with everything, Namjoon would be overthinking about whether or not to propose for months, maybe even a year. He might come up with a few ideas here and there that he thought his girlfriend might like, but end up getting so frustrated that he decides to put it off for another time. While he would prefer to plan something meaningful, his proposal would end up being a completely in-the-moment type of situation as a result of his sentimental nature. Him and his girlfriend might just be chatting over dinner one night, where he has the sudden epiphany that he is certain he wants to spend the rest of his life together and that there is no reason to wait. He would ask her to marry him spontaneously, without a ring or a grand gesture, but he would somehow find the most poetic, extraordinarily romantic and loving words to say. He would later take her shopping to pick out exactly the ring she wants.

j-hope - Hoseok's bougie-ass would insist on taking his girlfriend on a fancy, first class vacation to propose; anything less would be inappropriate. Hobi is undeniably the planning type, although I think he might hire someone to arrange all the details and reservations for the trip rather than doing it himself. I also think he would have the most traditional proposal, and take her somewhere undeniably romantic like Venice or Paris. He would make sure there is a jam-packed agenda for the entire vacation, transitioning directly from one scenic outing to the next. At sunset, he would take her to a high-end restaurant by the water, where he would recite a rehearsed speech that he practiced for days (at a private reserved table, of course) about how much she means to him. He would then pull out a burgundy velvet box to reveal a sparkling, semi-large diamond ring that he picked out with the help of an expert.

Jimin - Jimin is probably the type to dream about proposing to his girlfriend after the first date. However, he's not one to be selfish either, and would try to perfectly cater the day to exactly what he thinks she would want. He would listen closely when she talks about the places she wants to visit, and then write them down later so he doesn't forget. I imagine the proposal occurring somewhere scenic and private that also incorporates some sort of fun activity, like a wine tasting in a winery followed by a walk in the vineyard, maybe even next to a small castle. Jimin would be grinning ear to ear the whole time, and as he gets on one knee, she would probably say yes before he can even utter a word. He would pick out a ring that's semi-traditional but with a unique twist, like a light pink diamond for the main stone, with a diamond band.

SUGA - Yoongi's proposal would be shockingly heartwarming and sentimental. He wouldn't do anything extravagant like a vacation or or grand gesture, but rather pour meaning into his proposal by revisiting history and the landmarks of their relationship. He would take her to the restaurant where they had their first date, the spot by the river where they had their first kiss, and reminisce together. The last location would be at the concert venue where they first met, to which he would book out for the day. In a cheesy, unlike Yoongi fashion (because the day has him feeling particularly sentimental), he would take the stage with his acoustic guitar and sing her a song he's been writing about her since the beginning. It would end with a declaration of wanting to be with her forever, despite everything. He may not initially opt for a ring and choose to discuss it with her afterwards, but if he did, he would pick out something extremely simple like a solid gold band or a very small diamond.

Jungkook - I think Jungkook would want to impress his girlfriend so badly (and also feel influenced by what a proposal "should" be like) that he would end up going way overboard with his proposal. He would send an outrageous amount of flower bouquets to her house, buy her a luxury dress, and take her out to eat at a high end restaurant. And that's not even part of the proposal. The proposal itself would be something adventurous and exciting, like inside a hot air balloon in mid air. It would all be a little excessive and overwhelming, but the sentiment still sweet nonetheless. He might also have the entire day planned in advance, but not know exactly when to propose until the right moment arises. When he does, he would probably be in tears and too nervous to say too much, and only manage a mousy "marry me". Ring wise, I think he would be excellent at picking something that suits her style perfectly.

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leeknowsnot · 7 days ago

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CHAPTER 31 — The Silence Between the Cracks

Fun fact: I'm already at Book 2 for this somewhere. It's just so annoying to post on tumblr because I have to manually type tags every time hhhh That's why I'm late on posting here every time.

The door shut behind him with a click so soft it barely echoed. He didn’t bother turning on the lights. The hallway glow from outside filtered in through the blinds just enough to show the contours of his small unit—the place he called home, though it rarely felt like one.

His bag landed with a muted thud against the wall. Same spot as always. There was a rhythm to everything—practice, pain, silence, repeat. His cleats were pulled off with tired feet, and he kicked them aside, his socks dragging faintly across the cold tile as he walked to the mirror.

Seungmin stared at his reflection.

Sweat clung to his skin in a sheen, already drying into salt. His eyes looked duller than usual. Shoulders slightly slumped, posture no longer crisp and upright like it used to be. His lips parted in a breath that didn’t come easy, and his brows pulled together faintly as he brought a hand up to his left shoulder.

He pressed into the joint with his fingertips.

A grimace.

A pinch.

The ache flared instantly, deep in the meat of the muscle—where it connected bone to bone in a place no one could see. He closed his eyes for a moment and pressed harder, as if digging into it might loosen the pain curled there like a fist.

It didn’t.

A sharp sting traveled down to his elbow. He shook his arm, then rolled the joint back, forward, again. It popped with a sickening crack. He hissed through his teeth.

Rotator cuffs were supposed to heal. That’s what he told himself after every practice. After every game. After every throw. After... 'that'.

They were just sore.

Just tired.

Just working a little harder than yesterday.

Just that.

Lies tasted a lot like hope when you repeated them often enough.

He made his way to the kitchenette, opened the mini freezer, and a plume of frost curled out toward him. Inside were rows of small ice packs—blue, hard, sealed in worn plastic. He picked one, slapped it once against his palm to soften it, and walked back to the edge of the bed.

He sat down slowly.

The mattress dipped, creaking faintly under his weight, and he leaned forward to place the ice pack against the sharp pain blossoming across his shoulder. The cold made him flinch, then relax, as though his body had been holding its breath.

No jokes.

No muttering.

No sarcasm.

Just a quiet, hollowed-out boy sitting alone in the dark.

His phone lit up on the bedside table, screen humming gently with a new message.

Mom

Please don’t do this, Seungmin. Come home to us. You have to stop this.

His throat tightened.

He didn’t touch the phone. He just stared.

The message stared back—three sentences that peeled him apart like paper soaked in water.

It wasn’t the first time she’d begged him. It wouldn’t be the last. But there was something about the timing of it. The way his arm ached so deeply tonight that it felt like a scream buried under skin. The way her words arrived just when the silence got loud enough to fill the whole room.

Seungmin’s eyes clouded, his jaw clenched. Not from anger.

From everything else.

He reached out and turned the screen off.

The light died. The words vanished.

But they echoed, anyway.

He let his gaze drift to the corner by the door.

His bat leaned there, quiet and still, the end of it scuffed from years of training. A baseball nestled beside it like a dog waiting for its master. They didn’t move, but they looked back at him. He could almost hear the familiar slap of glove on leather, the whistle of wind when the bat cut through air.

They always felt like freedom.

And yet they also felt like a promise he couldn’t keep.

Seungmin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, careful of the one that still sparked with pain. He rubbed a hand over his face—slow, dragging fingers over tired skin. The sigh that left him was long and quiet, too exhausted to sound broken even though it was.

He didn’t cry. He didn’t scream. He didn’t fall apart.

But something was slowly, inevitably eroding inside him. Like shoreline to the sea.

Minutes passed.

The ice pack numbed his skin but not the thoughts, not the guilt pressing down between each shoulder blade. He wondered what he would even say to his mother if he called her back. What kind of apology exists for willfully destroying yourself?

Then—

A faint sound outside.

A soft click of a door closing. Light footsteps in the hallway. Then silence again.

He knew that sound. Her sound.

Lina.

Her unit was just beside his. One wall. That was all. No words had passed between them lately, but somehow, her presence was always enough to stop the sinking.

He sat still, listening, letting the awareness of her existence still the worst of his own.

And just like that—he felt better.

Not healed. Not okay. But… less alone.

His fingers reached for the phone again before he could talk himself out of it. The screen lit, and this time, he didn’t hesitate.

Seungmin:

you up?

He hovered for a second, thumb hesitating.

Seungmin:

wanna go out for a walk? i think we haven’t caught up in a while.

He sent it.

No jokes. No teasing. Just plain, stripped-down honesty in lowercase letters.

And then he waited—his shoulder still wrapped in cold, his heart still heavier than he’d ever admit out loud. But now, with the faint hum of his phone in his hand and her door a wall away, he let the quiet settle again.

#skz #stray kids fanfic #skz imagines #skz fanfic #stray kids #stray kids lee minho #stray kids imagines #skz seungmin #lee know #2min #skz family #stray kids seungmin

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canyoufucksoniccharacters · 1 year ago

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It's time.

Alright, this is gonna be a long one. Not only am I covering the canon, mainline game Sonic, but his offshoots as well. Specifically, I will be covering Sonic in the mainline games, the Paramount movie version, Sonic Prime, and a tiiiiiiny tiny little itty bit of Archie. IDW is, from what has been implied as of the past about year and a half, canon; and it will be treated as such (with some caution, of course.), so it's not going to be handled separately.

Let's do this.

Alright, let's start as early as absolutely possible. There have been several, several statements regarding Sonic's age; the earliest of which was courtesy of our good old friends over at...

There would be a certain (mildly loud) funny video here, but Tumblr's weird barely present copyright protection probably kicked in. Anyways...

In the Sonic The Hedgehog cartoon, also known as SatAM, we get 2 tidbits of information. In the 2-part special called Blast From The Past, we see that Sonic and Sally are about the same age, both being kids of just about equal maturity. Later, in episode 24, Sally states that her age is 16. So, far as we could tell, Sonic was 16, or around that range. Now, we know that these cartoons aren't canon, but they definitely did have an influence over the canon of the series. Fun fact for you, Sonic's love of chili dogs was made up by the cartoons, and later adopted during the modern era by the games. Ain't that neat?

Chili dog related tangent aside, this was the only source we had for Sonic's age at that point. I've seen some say that he was stated to be 15 in the manual for Sonic 2, but upon trying to verify that claim I came empty-handed. The manual does mention Tails being 8, but no mention of Sonic's age as far as I could tell; and the same goes for every other Classic Series game. Except for...

Sonic Jam, the Sonic game absolutely no one cares about! In part because it's not much more than a game compilation and tech demo that served as the stepping stone for Sonic Adventure 1. Sonic Jam includes profiles for Sonic, Tails, Knuckles and Eggman. This is in both the Japanese and English version, and both contain ages for the characters! Tails is listed as 8, Knuckles as 15, and Eggman as "??" or Unknown, in the case of the English version.

This brings us to Sonic, who I will be using the Japanese profile for.

The part that says "年令" translates to "Age". So, here it says that Sonic ranges between 15 and 16... Whatever that means. In the English version, it just says 15. Either way, all these make sense for these games. Sonic's characterization back in the day was all in on the rebellious teenager angle, an effort to give him an air of edge and coolness that other platforming mascots didn't have, which did admittedly win people over during the heat of the console wars! Sonic was absolutely huge when the series was new, to a degree that other mascots just couldn't match up to. Of course, that dropped off over time, but that's a discussion for another day, and not on this blog. This blog is about gay sex, not the videogame industry.

So, Sonic is either 15 or 16, most likely 15. All is good here, everything lines up, other than maybe the fact that Amy was listed as 8 in the Sonic CD manual, but that's probably fine considering back then her crush on Sonic was treated as a one-sided admirer type thing, rather than an actual romantic interest (That was usually reserved for Sally in media that actually cared about that kinda thing, anyways.)

So, fast forward to the Dreamcast; Sonic gets a redesign! Longer limbs, green eyes, and overall less chibi-like and seemingly more mature appearance. So, you would assume he's older, right? After all, him an everyone else around him got the same treatment, except for Eggman who... Seemingly just became a smidge more realistic. A smidge, anyways. You can only be so realistic being shaped like Gru.

Well... Yeah! It would look like it, since no further statements about his age were made, and in the Archie comics, they actually aged him up a year to justify his change in design. Archie isn't canon, obviously, but it shows the direction that was taken; as the players aged, so did Sonic, no matter how much people got up in arms about the green eyes for some strange reason.

... And then Sonic Heroes came along.

Perfectly fine game, mind you! One of the more polarizing ones, sure, and some of the writing could have been a smidge better (specially on Amy's side of things), but overall not really anything egregious. But for our sake... This hellspawn was born.

Ah, the Sonic Heroes US manual. The root cause of incredibly stupid Sonic shipping discourse; as well as the really, really inaccurate Sonic Channel ages.

All vitriol aside, let's look at what it has to say about our blue blur.

... 15? Really? When our previous estimate was also 15-16? Are you actually telling me Sonic 1 to Heroes all happened within less than a year? Amy got aged up from 8 to 12, which... Either age would be a bit concerning considering they're still pushing the whole romantic interest thing, one-sided as it may still be. That aside, it makes no logistical sense for Sonic to still be 15 after he's literally physically shown to be older.

On top of that, this same manual ages Espio down from 17 (In the Chaotix manual) to 16, and Vector up from 16 to 20. Vector I can believe, but uh. Aging down isn't exactly a thing that most people do.

What's worse, this age was then listed in the official Sonic Channel website... Even after they made a game where the first thing you see is Sonic celebrating his birthday. Meaning he had to have been 14 before that game to stay 15, which is contradictory to say the least. Additionally, there's a potential time gap of 5 months between SA2 and Heroes, only ever referenced in the Playstation 3 PSN release of Sonic Heroes.

This age was never once modified, even after Sonic Forces' 6 month timeskip, meaning Sonic had a birthday party, was locked up for 6 months, and somehow didn't age a year during all that. Nor after the several infrastructure-demolishing incidents such as an entire city being flooded and wrecked, the planet being shattered into pieces, among others.

And you wanna know something funny? In Sonic Generations, Classic Sonic is explicitly stated to be Sonic from the past, which checks out considering how he behaves less maturely and is proportionally much smaller. And then in 2015, the Classic Sonic style guide comes out.

15.

Somehow. Some. Fucking. How. Classic Sonic is listed as 15... While Modern Sonic is listed as 15 too. Oh, Amy is also listed as 12, by the way. Despite that being her (ALLEGED) age in Sonic Heroes.

Unless they're from different universes or something, there's no way-

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE

Yeah, so, Sonic Forces released 2 years after that guide. And it tried, emphasis on tried, to retcon Classic Sonic into being an entirely separate character. This was, however, later undone by Sonic Origins both re-establishing the Classic games as taking place in the past, on top of a TailsTube episode saying as such; that Classic Sonic is, indeed, from the past. It's even stated that Modern Sonic is who Classic Sonic grew up to be!

IDW doesn't make our job any easier, either. This is information from when the Tangle & Whisper story was ongoing;

However... I'd take it with a grain of salt, as it's from before IDW was considered canon, and back when Sega was much more strict on the mandates and what they did and didn't allow in Sonic media. Plus, this was still the age listed on Sonic Channel, before they removed it.

Oh yeah, that. Why don't we talk about that?

On October of 2022, all the ages on Sonic Channel were removed.

This... Was a good move. SonAmy is still being pushed ever so very slightly, with Amy's crush still being present in a recent short even if she's much more mature about it now, which would make their age difference less than ideal. On top of that, the ages really just didn't line up chronologically speaking.

So, where does that leave us now?

In this interview, Takashi Iizuka is asked about Sonic's age; to which he responds that "He's a teenager."

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"Teenager" is a bit of a loose definition, probably on purpose. Generally speaking, the range for teenager ranges from anywhere to 13-19, to 13-21 depending on who you ask. Some people make the cutoff at 18, though that's almost never done when it comes to scientific material.

So, let's recap. Sonic is still considered a teenager, but he's always been considered one, all the way back from the Classic series. So, we can safely assume Classic isn't 15; either that, or he was, and the modern series takes place during anywhere from 2-6 years, which I could believe. Either way, he's at minimum about 13-14, as he's a younger version of Sonic who hasn't hit a growth spurt yet.

Then, we have anywhere from 1 to 2 canon birthdays for Sonic, depending on whether you count Runners as canon or not (which I would admittedly not at all fault you for not considering it canon, considering it's a mobile game; and a discontinued one at that), as well as a 6-month timeskip during Forces, potential 5-month timeskip during Heroes (which isn't the most unbelievable proposition or anything, considering it would be a bit weird if Shadow was presumed dead only to show back up like a week later), and a bunch of events that have caused severe structural damage to key locations in the world, namely during Sonic Unleashed and Sonic Adventure 1 as the 2 biggest examples. Oh, and Sonic Forces throwing absolutely everything into disarray on a seemingly global scale, which would take quite a bit of time to be fixed, specially considering that's still an ongoing process in IDW.

On top of all this, it's outright shown that these things don't just happen every week or whatever, things happen off-screen, characters get time off to do their own stuff, and from the looks of it, Murder Of Sonic The Hedgehog is canon, as nothing there conflicts with canon and it's officially endorsed. Which means WE HAVE YET ANOTHER FUCKING BIRTHDAY PARTY, FOR AMY THIS TIME.

Further proving the point i just stated, let's look at the geographical Prison Island. This is what it looks like in Sonic Adventure 2.

A big, mechanical prison complex made out of nothing but cold hard metal. Filled with robots, not a single trace of nature in sight. Said nature however is not too far from these military bases, though! These forests are also on the island.

So, these are the two main parts of Prison Island. Abundant nature, and military facilities. There's very little difference once the story progresses further, though, as the island...

Fucking explodes. (Clip from Sonic Adventure 2 Real-Time Fandub. Credit to SnapCube.)

So, why is this relevant? Well, we revisit this location in Shadow The Hedgehog! The game, not the guy.

As we can see, there is no longer any difference between nature and construct. The base has been completely abandoned, and overtaken by the nearby forests, with greenery sprouting all over it. Now, it's not impossible that plant life in the Sonic series grows a bit faster than real plants, but methinks that an entire military base doesn't get overtaken by nature this hard within a month. There's entire new trees, grass and plants growing all over what was previously pavement, not even the walls are safe! Every single area is either covered in toxic waste, plant life, or both. Plant life that, again, needs time to grow. So there's likely a pretty big chunk of time between Sonic Adventure 2 and Shadow The Hedgehog, even though they're only separated by 1 game, Sonic Heroes.

Add that to the many many reasons these things can't just happen on a week by week basis! On to my next point...

No, proportions don't really mean anything in terms of age. Sure, Vanilla is quite big, and so are the conductor and his wife, but Rouge is undoubtedly an adult and her proportions are more or less the same as everyone else. So all they help distinguish is between children (Tails, Cream) and non-children. In this exact screenshot we see that Vanilla is much taller than rouge, almost being at eye level with each other despite Rouge sitting on an elevated surface, while Vanilla is standing. This height difference is also present in the games, although we rarely get to see them next to each other.

So, all this taken into account, the fact Sonic has been a teenager since the Classic series, the fact there's been a few timeskips and at least 2 birthdays, several events that would need some time to recover from, specially with a still-ongoing recovery process after Forces, the fact Elise is allegedly 17 in 06 (which would make her whole romantic subplot with Sonic even more uncomfortable than it already is by default if he was any younger than say, idk about 16 years old at the least), among many other reasons that I may have forgotten to mention, the chances of Sonic being 15, hell, even 16 are very, very slim. At the very least, he's got to be about 17, and he could honestly be as old as 19 or 20 (depending on whether Iizuka meant he's of adolescent age or a teenager).

So, if you do still view Sonic as a minor, that's perfectly fine, and honestly believable; but with all these facts stacked up, as time goes on, it will be less and less likely that him being underage will be a real possibility. This isn't the Pokemon anime. There's actual structure, lore, and a proper sense of scale; and something like Sonic's age being frozen at 15-16 just wouldn't make any sense.

All this to say, Sonic is, most likely, no longer a minor. There's some wiggle room where he could be one, but 18-19 is the most likely option, specially considering how Frontiers was comfortable with pitching his voice down. Yes, it was for the sake of the game's tone, but Tails's voice for example didn't have that much of a difference to it, because he's a child and it would be weird for a character to sound so much older than they actually are- and this goes for Sonic too.

So, in conclusion, after extensive analysis and every source I could find for Sonic's age taken into account;

You can, most likely, fuck Sonic The Hedgehog.

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BUT IT'S NOT OVER YET.

We need to take both his other iterations into consideration, as well as address characters whose fuckability status depends on him. First, the alternative versions.

Movie Sonic

This one's a kid. On top of acting much more immature and inexperienced, outright described as irresponsible- hell, Tom even says "Whether you wanna hear this or not, you're still just a kid. You've got some more growing up to do before you're ready to be the big hero". He acts like a kid, is referred to as a kid, and hell, it makes sense, the movies so far have adapted Sonic 1-3&K, the games where Sonic was still just starting out his adventures.

Prime Sonic

This one's... More uncertain. He's definitely quite immature and inexperienced; though he feels more... Reckless than anything else. More of an attitude problem than an age problem, really, considering how Amy and Shadow act, two characters who should be about the same age as him, but that act much more maturely for the most part.

This one's pretty up in the air, I'd say, considering how Prime seems to be comfortable having their own versions of the cast (going by how different Shadow seems to be and how he has seemingly no attachment to Rouge, who is one of the people he trusts the most in canon).

Oh yeah, I haven't watched season 3 yet, but I doubt it changes much of anything about this judgement.

THE SONIC-DEPENDENT ONES

THE ROBOT SONICS

While they're all likely able to consent (... Okay, Mecha MK. 1 is a bit more dubious on whether it's sapient), it would probably be unethical to fuck something that's made to look like someone who's a minor. While they were made when Sonic was definitely a minor, he isn't one anymore, and the resemblance is still there to pretty much the exact same degree, so there's really no ambiguity here.

You can fuck them. Go ham, robot-fuckers.

SCOURGE

Look, we're not covering the mess that Archie can be. But from what I gather, Sonic is, at most, 17 pre-SGW. And this is just an alternate version of that Sonic, who likely didn't go through all the uber weird shit that makes Archie Sonic's age a nightmare to deal with. So, no, unfortunately for a lot of you, you probably can't fuck Scourge. Fortunately, though...

SURGE

Surge's age is, according to this post by IDW artist and writer Evan Stanley, around Sonic's age. So, what goes for the hedgehog goes for the Tenrec, you can most likely fuck her. Go ham.

... Elise?

She was 17 during 06, and some time has passed since then, and it would be weird if she had any bigger of an age gap with Sonic, plus plenty of time has passed since 06, so... I guess you can? I don't see why you would, but power to you, I suppose. Can't judge.

MIGHTY AND RAY

These two have been here since SegaSonic The Hedgehog in the arcades, which happens even before Sonic 2 does! Ray is never once really implied to be young, no matter how much he may seem like Mighty's Tails equivalent (Which... He's not meant to be. He was made before Tails.), and he's most likely about even with Mighty, who is most likely the same age as Sonic, seeing how they're meant to be parallels (down to Sonic's sprites being rehashed for his sprites in Chaotix), and the Japanese manual for Knuckles' Chaotix listing him as 16.

They're here mostly because Mighty is a partial Sonic counterpart, and Ray tends to be anywhere that Mighty goes these days, so they might as well be treated as a package deal.

So, yes, you can most likely fuck them... Even if we have absolutely no idea what their modern versions look like. Seriously, where the hell have they been? At least we know they're fine, considering it's been stated that they're off on their own adventures these days.

Aaaand... That's it! That's all the Sonic-dependent characters I could think of, at least ones that I think don't really merit their own posts. TL;DR

Metal Sonic, Mecha Sonic, etc: Fuckable Scourge: Unfuckable Surge: Fuckable Elise: Fuckable Mighty: Fuckable Ray: Fuckable

The "Fuckable" marks should go with an asterisk, as Sonic's status is "Most Likely Fuckable", but still.

Phew. Finally done. I've spent pretty much all goddamn day writing this. Hopefully this is useful for someone. Hopefully. God knows it'll make my job easier.

I'll just go write the alt text and go eat something, this took... Way longer than I'd like to admit. See you when the post goes up.

Go ham, you beautiful horny bastards.

Edit: Future OP here! I had to remake this post because the DIC bit earlier somehow triggered some weird copyright stuff on Tumblr, basically hiding the post from anyone who isn't directly looking at the blog. In the meantime, I added that bit about Prison Island to further add to his potential fuckability. So his margin for being a minor is even smaller now! How fun! Anyways, now I'll be seeing myself out for the time being. Thanks, and have fun.

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic prime #paramount sonic #status: fuckable #metal sonic #mecha sonic #scourge the hedgehog #surge the tenrec #mighty the armadillo #ray the flying squirrel

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captainspaulding · 10 months ago

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tagged by @monstraduplicia :o) thanks !!

tagging random mutuals, feel free to skip if you don't wanna do this :o) !!

@firstaidspray @dronemetal @pisswater-deadgirl @horrifically @halo--hall @babisawyer @otisdriftwoodsfinalgirl31 @zombf @stigmaticed

Get to know me tag game:

Do you make your bed? - not neatly but I do fold the covers back just to let the sheets breathe and make it a bit cleaner looking

What's your favorite number? - 7, 11, and 17 have always been reoccurring ones for me

What is your job? - to serve @mrcrepsley's every beck and call <3 (I actually don't really wanna answer this)

If you could go back to school, would you? - I dropped out and got my GED for a good reason. I do plan on going to college at the start of the semester in January though cause it's time I get off my ass.

Can you parallel park? - Nope.

A job you had that would surprise people? - Being forced to clean my dad's freemason lodge weekly as a kid. If that even qualifies as a job cause the only payment I recieved was not getting my ass beat.

Do you think aliens are real? - Of course. And I feel very strongly about it.

Can you drive a manual car? - Nope.

What's your guilty pleasure? - I don't feel shame about trivial things. The things I feel guilty for are things I should feel ashamed about so trust me, I ain't letting y'all know.

Tattoos? - Love on my right knuckles and Hate on my left. I plan on getting more but I'm waiting till I get back to the states.

Favorite color? - RED WHITE AND BLUE BABY !! Red being my all time favorite, everything I own is red. Also orange and black and brown I love very much.

Favorite type of music? - If you know me at all you know I listen to a huge variety, damn near just about anything. I always circle back to 70's country rock or nu metal though.

Do you like puzzles? - Not really.

Any phobias? - Like I'd give that away to strangers on tumblr.

Favorite childhood sport? - Baseball, I loved it up until I had my knee replacements and was never really able to pick it back up again.

Do you talk to yourself? - Not out loud, internally all the time

What movies do you adore? - What a dangerous question for me to be asked. I'll keep it short though: anything Rob Zombie has made

Coffee or Tea? - Big fan of both but I stick to tea to limit my caffeine intake

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? - Aside from the usual silly ones like "vampire" or "demon exorcist" the first actual serious one was a meteorologist, or a storm chaser.

#and ofc any other mutuals feel free to do as well if you wanna and say I tagged you :o)#tag game

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tenzotreeposting · 27 days ago

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They say home is where the heart is, but mine’s beneath my ribs (Part 2)

Words: 5k

A/N: again, this is an OC story that I changed to be a reader fic. Also tumblr screwed up my formatting so we’re missing italics and I really can’t be arsed to go back, sorry readers. If you want it the way it’s supposed to be, this story is also on AO3 (it’s a chapter ahead there). My body was possessed while I was writing this and while I was under the influence of demons this chapter became 5k words long and the demon and I both suck at dialogue. Oops. Also I don't have anyone editing this, it's just me and the demon that possesses me. Forgive any mistakes (why is it so hard to stay in past tense????)

Don’t be afraid to be a bother

He didn’t know it, but Y/N was the type to go above and beyond for her patients on a normal day, since she was a shinobi, many of her patients were also friends and comrades. He had caught her interest, with his wide eyes and his humble and shy demeanor.

He didn’t know what had made him so bold the previous day, perhaps it was delirium from the chakra exhaustion, perhaps it was just her. Like his thoughts summoned her, she poked her head through the door. He stopped to admire the way the morning light lit up her features.

“Knock knock,” Y/N said, lips tilted with amusement, he had been caught glaring at his breakfast. “Oh my, hopefully my food doesn’t get the glare you just gave that meal, I hope you like onigiri, I just made something quick.”

He gratefully took the food off her hands and stuffed it in his mouth, like, well, a man starved. He smiled up at her sheepishly, cheeks full. Ordinarily he would be embarrassed by such a display of desperation, but his body was screaming for energy, and though they had just met, Y/N put him at ease. Something about her presence felt like an invitation to rest.

Someone’s eager, she thought to herself. The food vanished as quickly as it had appeared in his hands. Y/N chuckled and sat in the chair next to his bed and pulled out some supplies to help them pass the time together.

A wooden board with 3 rows of holes in a path on it, a hidden compartment in the board held 3 sets of pegs and a deck of cards. Scraps of fabric and a sewing kit kept in a tin box, and books of various genres, he noticed some nonfiction, fantasy, and, blood rushed to Yamato’s cheeks and his mouth dropped open when he saw a book whose cover seemed to promise a steamy romance.

Y/N caught his blush and her smile twisted into something feline. “See something you like?” she teased.

Yamato smiled as he snapped his mouth shut, recovering with a little cough. “Of course, I am a huge fan of the,” he paused and looked at the title of the nonfiction book, his smile shifted to bemusement, “Reference Manual of Woody Plant Propagation. Very funny.”

She snorted. “I like to think so, but I also don’t know what you like. I don’t know what you can do or what kind of wood your wood style lets you conjure, but thought maybe you’d like some inspiration.”

Her smile turned feline. “And I didn’t know what kind of” she cleared her throat, “other books you liked to read, but I thought you might like some…inspiration.” She waggled her eyebrows. He was grateful for the fact that he kept everything below his chin covered as he was sure his blush had descended to his chest.

He looked quite like a stunned deer. She threw her head back and let out a booming bark of a laugh before coming back to herself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I just wanted to see you blush.”

She moved a lock of hair behind her ear, a little embarrassed by her unrestrained display of joy. Yamato caught the shift, a mask slipping back into place. He let it slide as he chuckled to himself, a little mesmerized by her laughter. He decided to direct the conversation into safer waters, he asked her what the strange looking board was.

”Oh! This is cribbage. A long time ago a mission partner and I got stuck at a seedy bar in the middle of nowhere and we found a group of men playing. It was storming so bad we couldn’t leave and we had nowhere better to be so we learned how to play,” she cringed a little bit and chuckled at the memory. “We weren’t very good and I ended up losing more than a few ryo in our evening spent there. When I came back home I made myself a board and sometimes sucker people into playing. You want to learn? I promise we won’t play for money, I don’t want to clean you out just yet.”

He heartily agreed to learn the game and she started explaining the rules, how the turns went and how to keep track of the points. Their first game ended abysmally for him, not only did he lose, he got “skunked” which seemed a little like kicking someone when they’re down.

“I can’t believe this, I’m even going easy on you,” she teased.

He sputtered. “How in the world is this going easy?”

“I’m still helping you count your cards after each turn! Ordinarily when you miss points when counting your opponent can steal them.”

His eyes went wide in disbelief at the same time her mouth turned in his favorite smile. “You’ll get the hang of it, I promise. Again?”

He breathed out a laugh and shrugged, a soft look in his eye. ”I’ve got nowhere else to be.”

Despite the occasional butterflies he felt looking at her, conversation flowed easily between them. He felt comfortable in her presence, it was like they were old friends. He hoped they were new friends, but he couldn’t help but feel they were destined to become old friends. Beneath that he found himself hoping that maybe they could be more than friends, but his lack of experience led to a lack of confidence and he didn’t want to screw up the tenuous connection he had made so far.

“I know you’re Mr. Builder, since you landed yourself in here by wearing yourself out, but what did you do before the war?” Y/N asked.

The first heavy question she had brought out in their conversation, and a loaded question for someone with his history. Y/N caught herself, remembering his mostly redacted file but just as she was about to retract her question he answered.

“I took over for Kakashi Hatake’s team, I helped with some of the missions involving the Akatsuki and training Naruto Uzumaki.”

Her eyes widened and she prompted him to tell her about them. He delved into the nonclassified tales, telling her about Naruto, Sakura and Sai. His pride in the team was obvious from the way he lit up when he spoke of him.

This surprised her a little, given his statement that he had no one who would want to visit. “You said you had no one to notify of your hospital stay, you don’t think your team would want to know you’re in here?”

He blushed a little, twiddling his fingers. In the illusion where everyone gets what they want, his dream was taking over Team Kakashi building family like bonds with them. Telling them had crossed his mind, but he hadn’t seen the kids in a while. He had thrown himself into the rebuilding efforts so completely he had almost forgotten about the dream he wanted so badly to be real.

He looks down at his hands. “I didn’t want to bother them, I’ve been busy with the rebuilding so we haven’t been on many missions together, I’m sure they’re all busy.”

Y/N sat up straight and pointed a finger at him. “You’re supposed to bother the people who care about you, it gives them a chance to show up,” she said fiercely.

The sharp rebuke startles him out of his self-pity as he stares at her wide-eyed. The cat definitely had his tongue.

“Sorry,” she said, looking down at her own hands. “What you’re going through right now isn’t deadly, but we’re shinobi and this life is full of peril. I see enough patients who are gravely injured or in hospice who don't want to burden their family and friends until it’s too late.”

She took a deep breath and shook her head before continuing. “I had a patient dying of cancer who decided to suffer in silence. I kept him company, we played cards like this a lot, and I assumed he didn’t have anyone to come visit because it was always just me. When he died, I went to his funeral and found out he hadn’t been honest with his family and friends about how sick he was. No one came to visit him because he didn’t give them the chance, and I saw how it hurt them. It’s always stuck with me, the way his friends lamented that they didn’t get the chance to be there for him when he was going through the hardest thing anyone can go through.”

She fixed her gaze back on Yamato and squeezed his hand. “You’re a shinobi, you and I both know tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. You should let people worry about you, and you should tell the people you care about that you care about them.”

The beginnings of tears pricked in his eyes at the tender touch, and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth but he was determined not to let her see him cry. Other than his senpai, he hadn’t really had anyone to care about him before, being alone was familiar and automatic, like a reflex. Before he could collect his thoughts to muster up a reply she looked at the clock on the wall and jumped, they had been at their card game for a long time. She felt a little raw from her emotional outburst, looking for an escape.

Too close, she thought. She shook off the heavy mood with a toss of her hair and clearing of her throat. “It’s just about lunchtime, I’ll make a break for it before they feed you something awful and get you something to eat. Any requests?”

Yamato felt a little whiplash over her quick change in direction, worried his stunned silence had upset or offended her.

“I’m not picky,” he said, his voice thick, and if she noticed the emotions that had welled up in his eyes and coloring his voice, she was kind enough to not mention it.

“Good, I’ll go forage for something,” and she nodded to herself and scrambled out of the room.

Yamato leaned back into his hospital bed and groaned a bit to himself. Things were surprisingly easy with Y/N but he couldn’t help but feel that he had gotten their last interaction “wrong”. He felt like that a lot, getting social situations wrong, he was always a bit too awkward and stilted, quiet and reserved. Especially with women, he’d been telling himself he never explored romance because he didn’t have the time, but part of him felt like he was just a tad hopeless in that regard.

Meanwhile, Y/N went on the hunt for lunch, but first she found Sakura. She checked the shift chart to see where Sakura was today, and with perfect timing she found Sakura right as her shift was ending and she took her aside.

“Y/N-sensei! What can I help you with today?”

”I don’t know if you heard, I just wanted to let you know your old team captain Yamato is in the hospital, he overdid it with his wood style at a construction site. He told me he had no one to inform, but he talked so fondly of you guys I thought your team should know.” Y/N smiled a bit.

Sakura’s eyebrows furrowed a bit, wondering why he wouldn’t tell her. She shook the thought out of her head and smiled. “Of course! I’ll see if I can round up the boys, I’m sure he’d appreciate an ambush from Naruto.”

Y/N told her it sounded like a great idea and continued her quest to get Yamato something to eat. Her heart twinged in her chest at the thought that he didn’t think his team would care about him. Not that she was an open book with the people that she loved, but since the war Y/N found herself a couple friends and comrades short. She wished she had told some of them how much she cared about them, now she’d never get the chance to be there for him. She caught herself being sucked into the past and focused on the high stakes mission at hand: lunch.

Yamato’s thoughts were still spiraling as he waited for Y/N to return, he wasn’t sure how much time had passed as he considered what she had said. It was a little disorienting, how large and bare his hospital room was. As much as he wanted to be released from the hospital, he couldn’t help but draw the comparison between the barren quality of his hospital room and the bare bones decor of his living quarters. Y/N’s presence had filled the space with her radiant warmth and had distracted him from the emptiness of the hospital room and more than that, the gnawing hollowness he felt in himself lately.

Their conversations during their card games were peppered with what she had called “magical questions”, he thought it was a bit silly but he found himself answering questions like “what’s your favorite building in the village and why?” He had a passing interest in architecture, so he was grateful to be able to expound on that. He was secretly thankful she skirted around the standard get to know you questions, telling him they were boring, claiming her magical questions would tell her much more about him.

The simplest questions could be pretty difficult for him to answer. Who is Yamato? That depends, he is a real guy, but it’s a fake name, even if it feels like it fits at the moment. And what in the world did he like to do? He found himself thinking about his lack of hobbies, other than reading books on architecture (which gave him a leg up in their conversation) and apparently working himself into a hospital bed, he didn’t have much else going on these days. And before that it had been mission after mission, when was the last time he got to stop?

He had to stop this existential crisis lest Y/N return and find him in a catatonic state of panic. His eyes trailed over to the books Y/N had brought, smiling as his eyes landed on the book about woody plants.

She’s got jokes, he thought to himself. He was amused, he wondered how many of these plants he could bring to life with his wood style technique. It could be interesting to expand the types of plants in his repertoire. He found himself wondering if Y/N likes plants, if she would be impressed by the conjuration. His reverie was interrupted by Kakashi’s near silent entrance into the room.

Yamato straightened up and his eyes narrowed. “Senpai, what are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at work?”

Kakashi waved him off. “Quit calling me senpai, Tenzo. And can’t a man visit his ailing friend in the hospital? What’s got you all locked up in here?”

Yamato sighed, frustrated with Kakashi’s insistence on avoiding the codename he was living under now, but he knew it was a fight he was never going to win and he felt himself too tired to correct him right now.

”I don’t know that I’m ailing, I think I’m just being held hostage until I’m rested enough,” Yamato’s eyes shift, slightly embarrassed at having landed in this predicament. “I overdid it at the construction site yesterday and I am here to recover my chakra a little bit.”

Kakashi hummed thoughtfully. “You know we have teams of builders for a reason, you don’t have to do it all yourself. Don’t work yourself to death, things are progressing well and quicker than expected.”

Yamato ran his hands through his hair and pulled, a bit frustrated, thinking of all the faces of families displaced in tents outside the village.

“Well it’s not fast enough,” he said.

”It’s not going to go faster with you laid out in a hospital bed, is it?” Kakashi countered. It was annoying that Kakashi was almost always right.

Yamato sighed. “I guess not, but there’s just so much to do and I feel like no matter what I do it’s never enough.”

Kakashi shrugged. “There’s always going to be more work to be done, but like I said, we have a lot of people who can help do it. You need to take care of yourself.”

Yamato rolled his eyes, Kakashi was one to talk about taking care of himself. The bags under his eyes spoke to his friend’s own lack of self-care. He elected to ignore his friend’s care for the time being.

Kakashi roved over the hospital room, noting the cribbage board, the bag of other activities, when something on Yamato’s bedside table caught Kakashi’s eye. Yamato followed his gaze to the romance novel and blushed bright red. Yamato moved to get it out of Kakashi’s sight, but that’s the thing about chakra exhaustion, it makes you sluggish and Kakashi has a slight edge in speed on a good day anyway.

“What’s this?” Kakashi asks with a smirk under his mask, paging through the book, landing on a random page he begins scanning the contents. Kakashi’s eyes widen and his ears go a little pink. Kakashi’s smirk breaks into a wicked grin. “Oh my god, Tenzo, this is even more steamy than the books I read. I had no idea you were into this kind of stuff,” he practically purred.

Yamato’s blush deepens and he puts his hands out as if he can physically push away his feeling of mortification. ”It’s not mine! Someone brought it for me, though she thinks she’s funny and I think she’s trying to torment me.”

He realized his mistake in mentioning her a split second too late when he saw Kakashi latch onto this new piece of information. “She?” He said with faux innocence. “Who is this woman bringing you this kind of,” he waves his hand around trying to find the right word, he settles on “literature.”

”No one! Well she’s not no one, but she’s no one you need to know about.” Yamato squirms and turns his head away, Kakashi no longer has the Sharingan, but it still felt like he could see right through him.

Before Kakashi could interrogate his friend any further, Y/N walked through the door with ramen from Ichiraku.

“I’ve got the contraband,” she announced before she realized who was in the room. Her eyes went wide as they landed on the Hokage. Her cheeks flood with heat.

“Hokage-sama,” she says as she bows awkwardly with the bags in her hand.

Kakashi’s eyes closed in a sweet smile, as a frequent flyer at the hospital, he recognized her instantly. “Please, Y/N, drop the formalities, you’ve tended to my wounds enough times, Kakashi is just fine.” His eyes slid over to Yamato with a knowing glint, and Yamato pointedly avoided the eye contact.

She felt the energy in the room, and felt there was a silent conversation between the two going on that she was missing, but she couldn’t decipher the mood. She shrugged to herself and placed the bag of ramen in front of Yamato and turned to Kakashi. “If I had known you would be joining Yamato, I would have brought you lunch too.”

Kakashi waved her off. “It’s no big deal, though in all my time being cooped up in the hospital, I can’t remember a single time where you brought me something to eat so I wouldn’t have to eat hospital food.” He holds up the smutty novel. “And I certainly don’t remember you bringing me any form of entertainment.”

She huffs out a bit of a laugh, she didn’t know Kakashi well, but she decided to tease him anyway. “In your mission days, you spent enough time here that I worried that if I did anything too nice for you, you’d see it as an incentive to come back and then I’d never be rid of you.”

Kakashi threw back his head and laughed.

As Yamato and Y/N tore into their food, Kakashi took the opportunity to start telling Y/N an embarrassing story about Yamato, he was trying to rile Yamato up. Sneaking looks at his kohai he kept catching a warm look in his eye as he shyly stole his own looks at Y/N. Kakashi was just getting to the good part when Naruto burst into the room.

”YAMATO-TAICHOU, why didn’t you tell us you were in the hospital?”

Kakashi took this as his cue to get back to work, over Naruto’s objection and stretching languidly, ordering his friend to take it easy.

As he had a talent for doing, Naruto brought the ruckus. Sakura scolded him for his lack of consideration of the atmosphere of healing and Sai trailed in behind them and gave an awkward but fond smile to his teammates.

Naruto was falling over himself to tell Yamato about everything he had been trying to study, and the other kids had tales to tell as well.

Yamato noticed Y/N move to the background, a wistful look in her eyes as she observed the group. His heart seized and for a brief moment he worried that she might want to leave now that he had company of his own. To his great relief, Y/N merely sat back and pulled out her quilt blocks and started sewing. She stole looks at Yamato and the kids as they filled the room with their personality and their care for their captain.

She was much more subdued in the group setting, and sometimes he’d catch her looking like she was a thousand miles away. He’d been noticing that throughout the day. She would present a happy persona, laughing and smiling, and he would catch her in moments she thought he wasn’t looking. It was like she left for a second before she snapped back into her happy mask. He hoped he’d have the chance to ask her where she went later, as he turned to Naruto who was chattering away.

The hospital room felt less empty, painted by the light of his company. Eventually visiting time came to a close and it was getting close to time for the physician on the schedule to round on him again. Y/N was the first to go.

“It was nice to meet you all. I’ve got to take off, I’ve got an early shift to prepare for, I’ll see you tomorrow, Yamato,” Y/N said as she went to leave, the kids said their goodbyes. She left with a smile and a wink, leaning down to Yamato. “Enjoy your reading materials.”

He blushed a little bit, thankful he had had the chance to hide the novel as the kids burst in to visit him. Sai and Naruto bid their farewells, and Sakura was the last of the visitors to clear out.

Curiosity was eating at Yamato. “Sakura, how did you guys find out I was in the hospital?”

She smiled a little too knowingly for his tastes. “Oh, a little birdy told me.”

He fixed her with a flat look and she laughed.

“Okay, okay, Y/N told me you were here and I decided to rally the troops,” her lips tilted into a small frown. “Though you really should have told us yourself. I’m not glad you pushed yourself so far as to need the hospital, but I’m glad we had a chance to get the gang back together for a bit today. It’s not the same without us all together. Have a good night, Yamato-taichou.”

He felt like his heart was bursting. “Goodnight, Sakura,” he said with a smile.

The realization hit him that Y/N hadn’t strong-armed them into to coming to visit him, they had decided that for themselves. Because they wanted to be there. He thought about what Y/N had said earlier, that the people who care about you want to be bothered, that they want to show up. Not only had Y/N shown up for him, all of his people had.

After the physician on duty checked on him for the night, there were still a few hours until bedtime. He found himself restless and a little bored, curiosity got the better of him and he started reading the romance Y/N had left. He found himself increasingly engrossed in the story and invested in the characters. Their story was sweet and it was well written, the protagonists were a bit shy and he caught himself more than once imagining himself trying to woo Y/N with some of the moves in the book.

Things were picking up when he turned the page to a sweet, but explicit and descriptive depiction of the couple’s first time having sex. He flushed, he hadn’t even been kissed, let alone had sex, and he found his chest jumping with a little thrill. He was excited and a little shocked but just as he started to feel prickles of arousal, embarrassment crashed down on him as he realized this was likely the type of scene in the book that had even Kakashi blushing and teasing him. Pulled out of the moment, he snapped the book shut, wondering what Y/N was even thinking bringing him something like this. She was bold and seemed to love to see him flustered, but in turn he loved to see her laugh.

Sleep came easier that night than it had in a long time, perhaps because the day he spent was closer to the dream he dreamt while caught in that illusion. Accustomed to waking up before the sun, he had the unfamiliar sensation of the light of the sun in his room to wake him up the next day.

Y/N was back in her hospital uniform, smiling at him as he came to. “Sleep well?” she said with a teasing smile.

“Better than I have in a long time,” he said honestly. Scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly. It was worth it for the beaming smile he got from Y/N.

“I’m going to examine you now,” she said as her hands glowed, they hovered above his body and despite the distance between her hands and him he felt an eruption of warmth everywhere her hands passed over. The sensation of her chakra winding with his made him shudder pleasurably. He thanked the gods she was too engrossed in her task to notice how she was affecting him. She wasn’t even touching him and he was feeling tingly all over, and he couldn’t even blame it on the medical ninjutsu. It had never felt like this before, he was dizzy with the feeling of her energy moving in his body.

He imagined what it might be like if she touched him, his face flushed and he pushed the thought from his mind. He reminded himself that she was on duty today, just doing her job. She pulled away her hands as she finished her assessment, he mourned the loss of her warmth.

“You’re recovering well Yamato, faster than I would expect.” He nodded, the DNA of the First Hokage expedited his recovery every time he was injured.

“I’m a quick healer,” he said with a smile.

She returns the smile. “I think we can let you go today, I’ll get you your discharge papers and bring you your orders.”

“My orders?” he said, puzzled. Hoping there wasn’t any work to do.

“You’ll see,” she chirped as she left the room.

He sat back in the bed. His body felt much lighter than it had in the past couple days. The rest had done wonders, but having a break had also brought to attention how sore he really was. He started collecting the things Y/N had brought him, reluctant to give them back. He was pleased to be leaving the hospital, but found himself feeling a little desperate. He didn’t want to leave the light of Y/N’s presence, he had just found her and he felt like it was too soon.

He started thinking of how he could concoct a way to see her again after this as she breezed back in the room with his paperwork.

“I just need you to acknowledge my orders here and then I need your signature and you’re good to go.”

He read over the paperwork and laughed. She had prescribed him “free time.” He didn’t feel like this was the best time to bring up his lack of hobbies so he decided to take his freedom and run with it.

“Thank you, Y/N, for keeping me company, for everything.”

“You’re welcome, Yamato. It was my pleasure. You have to promise me that you’ll take care of yourself, or all my hard work is for nothing.”

Yamato teases her. “The treatment for chakra exhaustion is rest and nutrition, I don’t know if you had to work all that hard. I can make a promise, but what happens if I don’t keep it?”

She looks mock offended. “I risked my life to bring you delicious food to eat, so you wouldn’t be recovering on hospital rations. Who knows how long it would have taken you to recover with the food we serve here.” Her exclamation was full of exaggeration. “And I suppose if you don’t keep your promise…” she tapped her chin, thinking of a suitable punishment. Her face went grave and full of drama. “I’ll haunt your dreams.”

They shared a look and dissolved into laughter. When she finally caught her breath, Y/N reached for the papers Yamato had signed, fingers brushing along his for a brief moment, and he felt sparks erupting at the gentle touch.

“I’ve got to see my other patients today, but it was really great meeting you. Take care, or I really will haunt your dreams.” She called over her shoulder as she walked away.

The casual touch had tied his tongue, she wasn’t standing there anymore when he managed to get out his goodbye. He couldn’t help but feel he missed his chance to speak up and see her again, he craved her company and still had so much he wanted to ask her. She talked so little of herself, and he found himself wanting to know where she went in the moments where her wonderful smile slipped.

He stretched and wiggled the fingers that had touched her skin, gods, even his fingers were sore. Y/N had taken her cribbage board and her craft supplies but left the books, including the romance book he had stashed under the pillow. Thinking this could be his in with her later, he took the books and cleared out from the hospital.

Back in the dull safety and privacy of his bare-bones apartment he decided to brave the fantasy novel she had brought, he inspected it as though it was booby trapped with material that would make him blush. He deemed it quite safe and found he quite liked it. He consumed the tale voraciously until sleep came to claim him.

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