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Hello! I love your writing! Can you write some Simon “Ghost” Riley headcannons with a short girlfriend who has small boobs but a nice butt? I’m curious to know how you think he would feel and if you think he’s a boob or butt guy! Sfw and nsfw please! Thank you for spreading joy in a time of need (I live in America 😭)

FantASStic

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You know I'm always ready for Simon HCs, babyyyyyyy

Gotta push the soft!Simon propaganda 😔 keep in mind, all my fics are always written with curvy/plus size!reader in mind because I literally just base it on myself. And since I also have more ass than tits, I feel qualified to do this lol

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♡ as always, to start, Simon couldn't give less of a fuck what your body looks like. He's not shallow and as corny as it sounds, he fell in love with the heart that's beating in your chest, not the plush flesh protecting it.

♡ HOWEVER, obviously he's insanely attracted to you. Even though your appearance isn't that important to him, he can't deny just how gorgeous you are.

♡ as time goes on, he lets himself show just how much he loves your body. Once he knows you're not going anywhere, he feels more comfortable showing affection like this because you won't think he's shallow and using you for your stellar bod.

♡ to get to the actual topic, ass guy.

100% a goddamn ass man. And thighs for that matter. They come as a package deal and Simon couldn't be happier.

♡ that doesn't mean he isn't into tits, he very much is. Literally anywhere he can get his mouth, he loves. And that does include your boobs.

♡ couldn't give a single fuck about the size of them or how they look. They're fucking hot to him no matter what because they're your tits. And he gets to use them to make you squirm and gasp his name.

♡ but God, does he love ass. This man will have his hands on your buns 24/7. Holding, kneading, patting, drumming. Also, built in pillows.

♡ Simon needs a good amount of flesh and pat to have in his huge hands, and your ass is the perfect option. He'll spend hours just genuinely playing with your ass. I'm saying how some play with fucking play-doh. Like a cat making biscuits.

♡ naps on it regularly. Face down, nose almost brushing your pussy. Like you need to check if he's still breathing. Simon will relax on your thighs or even read a book, but your ass is really where he knocks out and goes to cloud 9.

♡ he WILL give you sleepy head when he wakes up. Biting, sucking and licking on your cheeks, spreading them and letting spit from his tongue drip onto your cunt. Absolutely filthy. Borderline psychotic levels of nasty, but how can anyone be mad at him when he's all groggy <3

♡ so into spanking. Like he thinks about it every second of every day. His hands are his favorite tool to use, but occasionally, you get kinky, and he gets out the belt.

♡ his hands are perfect for it. Rough from years of wear with callouses and scars but a gentle touch that soothes that stinging pain immediately.

♡ Simon spends hours worshipping your ass. Sucking hickeys and bruises in the supple flesh, red marks from his hands slapping it or a full-on imprint of his entire set of teeth.

♡ if he's really horny or just particularly riled up, it does evolve into ass eating at times. Literally just needs his entire face between your cheeks.

♡ begs you to sit on his face, surprise. This man actually has a death wish at this point, but goddammit, if he's gonna go, it better be suffocation by ass. And pussy, but that's obvious.

♥︎ Regularly jokes about it and how he'd proudly have it engraved in his headstone. Morbid motherfucker.

♡ but he's not always nasty. Sometimes, it's just a comforting pat on your behind when you need a softer approach that day.

♡ or a gentle, cheeky pinch when you did a good job with something. Can be anything and your reward will always be a squeeze or a grab.

♡ looooooves when you walk around in just underwear and a T-shirt (his, obviously). The hem is short enough to show off the curve where it melts into your thighs, but long enough to leave a good amount to the imagination.

♡ one of his more endearing traits is that he'll use your ass as a drum. Just patting a random beat or along to whatever is playing in the background. It's a way to keep his hands busy without initiating sex. Sometimes, it just needs to be wholesome domesticity.

♥︎ On that note, I can totally see him having played the drums in his teens. You know, having a proper rocker phase. But anyway;

♡ extremely fascinated with your body in general. He'll trace strectmarks, gently brush over moles and squeeze the fat to watch as dimples and valleys dip into your flesh. Very into you being real and not a figment of his imagination.

♡ Simon Riley is an ass man to the bone, and he isn't afraid to say it. Which perfectly matches Johnny being a tit-fanatic because what's better than sharing a meal with your best friend?

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Pardon, it's literally 4am and I fear it's my unhinged hour.

This is all over the place, my bad fam

More of Simon and others -> ✨️

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Sorry i meant to say "fully from vessels pov" lol words can be hard but i hope you are having a lovely day

It's all good, I'm no stranger to messing up my words!!

I hope you have a lovely day as well 💕

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Your last fic was soooo good I would love to read a version told from vessels pov if you were ever so inclined. I know your requests are closed so this isn't so much a request as showing an interest feel free to ignore!

Hello, lovely!!

Thank you so much, it makes me so happy to hear that you enjoyed it 💕✨️

The thing is, I never really write the same thing twice. I think it's boring, and it gives me boundaries so it makes sense and is cohesive with the first story.

I can't promise anything, but maybe I'll do a part 2 in which Vessel reminisces all those times he met up with the reader, and then that way, some of it would be in Vessel's POV!!

But there will definitely be more Vessel content in the future, so I'm sure I'll figure something out!

So, I won't rewrite it in Vessel's POV, but I'd be down for a sequel from his view :)

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[bumblebeesfromvenus]

There is no way that this is how I found out that he passed

RIP King

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How can I say no to that????

This is but like in THICCC

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[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Show Me How To Dance Forever 🌬

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Inhuman!Vessel x reader

Vessel debut! 🥳 Saw them live at RIP and I sobbed. I fear I cooked with this, but feel free to judge for yourself! All of this is my vision for Arcadia and Eden, if yours is different, that's okay!!

❗️this is about the character, not the man behind the mask❗️

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After being cast out by the Gods you'd devoted your life to, you live peacefully at the outskirts of Arcadia. Surrounded by forests and streams and mountains. One day, you stumble upon a mysterious, foggy barrier you'd only read about in old books. You didn't expect the black smoke to part for you, nor the six eyes staring right back at you from Eden.

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Pink petals floated gently in the breeze, the gusts of wind putting on an elaborate spectacle as the sweet blossoms descended onto the ground, only to be trampled and reunited with Mother Earth once again.

Arcadia.

The prosperous land of the Gods. Mountain sides carved away to set marble archways and golden pillars in their stead.

Paradise, some would say. Everything one could ever want at their fingertips, a life lived so lavishly even kings and emperors would turn green with envy. A place abundant with power, control, and selfishness.

Because your life wasn't lavish. You didn't have everything you wanted brought to you on a silver platter. You didn't have any power. Not here, as a lonely and puny disciple the deities could play games with whenever they pleased. However they pleased.

You'd never seen the inside of a marble palace or gazed upon your reflection in piles of gold. You've never had control.

You were merely something for the gods to rest their feet on when bearing the burden of unfathomable power became too great.

One day, you grew tired of your eternal servitude.

You demanded answers, where was this paradise you'd heard of- you'd been promised. Where were the riches and merciful gods that cared for their followers?

Where was justice? Where was your reward?

The one you'd worked and served and kneeled yourself to the bone for.

Left with no enlightenment but stuttering and enraged deities, you threw down the artificial garbs of pearl and emerald trimmed with gold. You renounced the Gods were you stood.

Shattered the chains forged from gold until they lay before you, glittering like the stars in the indigo night.

And now, you'd known peace. Your chest wasn't covered in stone, making it hard to breathe or speak, your mind wasn't filled with anxieties and fears.

Sure, you were called a heretic. A blasphemer. Some say a witch, even. But none of these words could cut deeper than being a God's plaything ever did.

Exiled to the outskirts of Arcadia, you lived out your days in a small wooden cottage. Far away from all the glory and luxury of the inner sanctum.

There were no grand marble walls to protect you, that promised you safety only to crumble in the time of need, just you surrounded by nature.

The edge of the land of the Gods was a sight to behold. No gold or precious stones in the world could live up to the grandeur of pink canopies, the soft drips of streams and springs that slowly carved themselves a path through the earth, the gentle creatures you lived in harmony with and that soft, salty breeze that always managed to refresh your soul.

You truly enjoyed your life here. There were no expectations, no suffocating pressure, no chains to hold you and lock you away when you didn't dance to their tune.

You foraged for what you needed to survive, the land fertile and giving. There's nothing you could want for. However, that changed one day, when you'd stumbled across a stretching black wall.

You'd never wandered this far, never needing too, really, and today you were only following a trail of pure white blossoms with a scent so sweet it made your teeth ache.

You'd heard tales of this barrier before, something you'd read in crumbling tomes of the old age.

A millenia-long rivalry between two lands, war and greed splitting them apart. On one side, there was Arcadia.

Beautiful, prosperous, colossal Arcadia. A place of God's, a paradise for the mere mortals that were lucky enough to be chosen. Gold and emerald practically dripping from its earthen veins.

And on the other side, there lay Eden. The eternal garden.

A place of peace. For lost souls, artists with wandering and radiant minds filled with poetry, sweet melodies, and birdsong. A sanctuary for weary bones and shattered hearts. Nothing like Arcadia.

No hierarchy, no golden shackles that seemed to wrap around your throat tighter every day.

Just... paradise. At least, that's what it sounded like to you. The true paradise.

The more you gazed into the black fog that lingered around the wall, the more you wondered, your curiosity peaked. Setting down your filled basket, you cautiously stepped closer. It was pulling you in, intelligible and faint whisper coming from the void.

You reached out your hand, the smoke wrapping around your wrist, dancing between your fingers like dark tendrils. The closer you stepped, the heavier the fog became around your hand, slowly trailing its way up your arm.

You only watched in awe, letting the sentient plumes do as they pleased. You'd truly never seen anything like it, gazing in pure fascination as the tips of your fingers started turning black, bleeding into your skin.

Not even then did you pull away, or jump back in fear. But when three pairs of eyes and a glittering, red maw stared at back at you from the heavy smoke, you screamed, stumbling away from whatever that was.

The fear froze the blood in your veins, your feet firmly planted to the ground and eyes wide, as you stared back into the face of the fog.

The creature tilted its head, an innocent curiosity shining in those glowing irises. Then your muscles starting thawing and you stepped closer once again.

Your own curiosity would surely get you killed, but how could you care when you were so utterly mesmerized?

The smoke starting clearing, revealing the form of a tall man. Or, what you assumed to be.

Now, where you stood, a translucent arch had formed in the fog, giving you the perfect view of your mysterious companion. He was tall and slim, charcoal skin glittering.

Clad in a long, dark cloak, trousers that matched and were bound by an ivory cord at his shins.

A white pauldron trimmed with rubies sat on his left shoulder, and you could faintly make out a small fur cape. You averted your eyes further up, only to be meet with those six, intriguing eyes again.

A bright, bone-colored masked covered the top half of his face. Six slits for six eyes, the terrifying red maw you'd seen was the opening for his mouth decorated with red stones, almost like dripping blood.

The hood of his cloak was pulled up, casting a faint shadow over his mask.

A deep crimson symbol was drawn across it, what it meant you didn't know, but you had plenty of your own symbols in Arcadia.

And finally, he was adorned in all kinds of jewelry; necklaces, rings, all shimmering beneath the dim sun.

You could only stare as you took him in, your lips parted.

Then, he moved. He held up one hand and smiled at you brightly, his pearly teeth standing out against his dark skin.

He was greeting you. A surprised chuckle tumbled from your lips at the heartwarming sight.

Upon your chuckle, he gestured faintly to where his ears would be, followed by a shrug and a small frown.

Your face fell at the realization. Carefully, you tapped your finger against the barrier, a sound like glass returning to you.

Nonetheless, you returned a soft smile and pressed your hand to the invisible wall.

His hand, larger than yours, was slotted to where yours would be while his face was adorned by a gentle and lopsided grin.

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Vessel was entranced. The entire walk back to the temple through the dark woods you were on his mind.

Divinity incarnate.

Those kind and sparkling eyes, that soft smile, and the sweet gesture of pressing your palm against the barrier.

Your hair that fell so effortlessly and framed your face better than a golden frame ever could a painting.

The flowy, light pink gown that gently swayed in the wind, almost the same color as the soft petals floating around you, at least from what he could make out.

The calm and warmth that emitted from you. The safety.

He had half a mind to fall to his knees and recite whatever prayer you wanted him to. Write and sing hymns in your name, telling the tales of your glory and undeniable beauty.

He had heard of Arcadia. The paradise offering salvation to those who were willing to tread the path.

To have freedom, finally be free, and live amongst gods and mortals alike. Something he'd craved for so long. And now, he'd gotten a glimpse of that paradise.

And not the marble halls and golden pillars, or the flowing riches he couldn't care less about, no, you.

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You'd thought about him a lot since you met. When the twilight sat in and the sun started to descend behind the horizon.

When the moon rose up high into the deep night sky and shone through your window. Even in your dreams, he was with you.

Forging a path for you, beckoning you to follow him into what seemed to be an abyss. A faint song echoing from the void, soft tunes that made you want to close your eyes and fall.

Where? Who knows, but as long as he was there, you weren't sure you even cared.

And, well, you were of weak mind when seduced by such sweet melodies.

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Naturally, you went back the next day.

Eagerly walking through the pink rain of petals, only one goal in mind. You hadn't the faintest clue if he'd even be there, but just the possibility was enough to fuel your excitement.

With quick steps you treaded down the path that was burned into your inner eye.

Winding around trees and bushes, jumping over the little stream that separated you from the mysterious, masked man.

You had taken a small basket with you, all sorts of flowers and plants with colorful blooms sitting next to eachother. Just something to keep your hands busy.

You weren't able to converse with him anyway, the thought making your shoulders sag slightly while you sighed. But maybe the presence was enough.

To know that there was a kindred soul out there, basking in the comfort of your silent togetherness.

Before you knew it you had reached the monstrous, shadowy wall. And just like the day before, the fog parted for you, leaving a somewhat clear view of the otherside.

Only was it empty. No bright smile or cryptid-like eyes gazing back at you.

The disappointment settled deeply into the pit of your stomach, leaving you with a heavy feeling in your chest.

Perhaps it was a silly hope. That he would be here again today, after you'd had such a hard time parting yesterday.

Even though no words were exchanged, it felt like you had said more than in your entire life. With a frown, you'd torn your hand from the barrier, your limbs like lead, rooting you in place.

You swore you saw pleading in his eyes, all six of them, but he only bowed his head to you and watched as you made your way back to your home before twilight set in.

You observed the other side.

Eden.

The shrouded woods with trees that almost looked black, ancient canopies throwing shadows onto the ground. A bright, white sky that never seemed to dim.

You wondered, did they have day and night? A titanic indigo tent speckled with golden stars?

A thing you wished you could ask, but the wall rendered you mute.

You were broken out of your thoughts by a gentle tap against the barrier. You must've looked odd, frozen in place while your eyes were staring into nothingness, deep in thought.

You snapped back to reality, your gaze meeting that of him. Dressed like last time, towering over you with a sweet grin, parchment, and a quill tucked into the crook of his elbow.

You broke into a radiant smile, your excitement glittering in the depths of your irises. It was like your entire being lit up.

Your posture straightened, cheeks rounding, and you eagerly stepped closer.

And Vessel? He was enamored. Seeing you so excited to see him, brightening like an exploding star, made him feel like he'd seen the light for the first time.

Really seen it. Felt its gentle rays on his skin, the warmth seeping into his bones, making his soul comfortably bloom in his chest.

His brows beneath the mask furrowed in adoration, and his head tilted slightly to the left.

You looked so... ethereal. With your light and flowing dress, decorated in jewels and a basket of flowers resting on your hip. You looked like the goddess of life itself, so nurturing and soft. And safe.

Vessel gently shook himself, trying to get rid of the prickling feeling you erupted in him. He sunk to the ground, crossing his legs and comfortably laying out his parchment in front of him.

With a smile and soft pat of his hand against dry leaves he beckoned you to join him. Mirroring his gentle expression, you sat down in the sea of soft petals, your basket set beside you.

You were aching to speak to him. To someone from such a different place. Was Eden really everything you've dreamed of? Despite its dull color scheme, you wouldn't hestiate to cross over if it meant leaving Arcadia once and for all.

You got lost in the curiosity of his eyes, the subtle twitch of his mouth and the bright rubies framing his lips. You looked entranced. Half-lidded eyes, corners of your mouth pulled up slightly.

Vessel felt inspiration struck like never before. His fingers were itching to write down every thought that popped into his head.

And instead of the usual black and white, they were pink. And green and gold and white.

Just like you.

And you? You watched. Admired. As he grabbed his quill and starting writing. It never stopped, the ink seemingly never running out.

The filled parchment piled up as he moved down further. His eyes only focused on the dark letters and the image of you, and Arcadia, in his mind.

Absent-mindedly, you began taking flowers from your basket and weaving them together. Blue blossoms braided into a magnificent and lush crown, daisies and peonies bundle into small bouquets.

Your fingers worked swiftly, delicately, while handling the blooms. You created your own little works of art beside eachother in silence. Nothing was said, yet everything was understood.

You glanced up from your work, only to be met with three pairs of eyes that looked so soft, you swore they were seconds away from melting out of his skull.

A giggle tumbled past your lips, your cheeks feeling warm. In a cheeky attempt at communication, you arranged the remaining stems in a single word.

Name?

Vessel grinned, pearly canines on display. With his quill back in hand, he quickly scribbled something onto the parchment and pressed the paper against the barrier.

Your eyes flitted over the inky letters.

Vessel

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Your secret rendezvous became a constant. Every day, right after the sun had crossed its peak until just before twillight settled over your realm.

Moments of creation were shared, silly faces that pulled a laugh from the lungs of the other, or simply getting lost in the strong presence of a kindred soul.

Giving up your luxurious life in the grand halls of Arcadia had always been worth it. But this, him, solidified that decision tenfold.

Today, though, something was different. The wind blew from a different direction, the sun was somehow a different shade.

Still, nothing would keep you from meeting up with your favorite companion.

The fog parted as you approached, as it always did, and Vessel stood on the other side, waiting.

A mischievous smile hiding behind the mask.

The closer you came, you could hear birdsong. Only faintly and muffled, but it was there, no doubt. Something that didn't exist in Arcadia, but did in Eden.

Your brows furrowed, listening in to Mother Nature's symphony to be sure. It wasn't like anything you'd ever heard before, and as much as you wanted to enjoy it, something was off.

Not wrong, necessarily, but different. Whether it was good or bad, you didn't know.

Just as Vessel's smile faltered and he tilted his head, he froze. A warm breeze brushed past him, making his cloak sway in the wind.

Also something that had never happened before. Meanwhile, Arcadia was known for its strong gale.

You stared at eachother, utterly puzzled. And then, when Vessel tried breaking you out of your confusion by tapping against the barrier, it sounded thinner.

Higher in pitch as it echoed through the quiet forest. Curious, he laid his palm flat against the invisible wall and nodded at you to do the same.

The small gesture of affection that had formed between the two of you made you smile, yet it did nothing to lift the fog of confusion on your mind. Gods know you could never resist those eyes.

Pleading, encouring you to meet his hand. So you did. Pressed your hand to the barrier like always, to say I'm here, you're not alone.

Only this time, you swore you could feel the warmth of his palm against yours.

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From then on, it was impossible to stay away. The sun rose past the horizon and you were already storming past ancient trees and flowing streams to get to him.

You'd even stayed past twillight, just to see him illuminated by the moon. The barrier wore thinner each day, allowing you to catch the gentle timber of his voice ever so faintly.

One day, you were sat across from him, watching him pace back and forth while snapping his fingers, presumably working on another hymn to Sleep, he caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eyes and stopped in his tracks.

The admiration with which you were gazing upon him made his heartbeat quicken.

That soft smile you donned, just the entirety of your form radiating with a gentleness he'd longed to feel since he could remember.

Out of nowhere, he dropped to one knee in front of you and rested his masked covered forehead against the barrier. Eyes closed in comfort and hand pressed in its usual place, aching for your warmth.

Shocked at the sudden gesture, you stared at him, eyes wide and lips parted. You'd never seen him like this.

So vulnerable.

With a pleasant tug at your heart, you shuffled closer and laid your forehead to his, even if the barrier was separating you.

Your palm found his, and a sigh made its way through your body, almost melting against the wall.

Sure, you had shared moments of comfort before, but none were like this. This felt different. Special, even.

You could take root here and stay until the gods decided your time was up. You didn't care what happened or how, as long as you were with him

Vessel rose back to his feet, pulling you with him as if you were tethered to one another.

Those bright eyes gazed back at you and that lovable smile framed by his canines broke onto his face.

He tucked an arm behind himself, offered the other one to you and bowed.

Like a prince asking a princess for her first dance.

Just like in those novels you'd read.

A grin spread over your cheeks, and you played along, head bowed, curtsying before him.

Palms pressed together, a tale as old as time, as you moved in semi-circles, the wall stopping you from ever completing a full rotation.

You turned with him, switching palms to dance in the other direction. Though simple, it made your heart bloom in your chest.

Meanwhile, Vessel wished nothing more than to reach through and take your hand in his. To spin and dip and twirl you like a delicate porcelain doll in a music box.

With a gesture of his hand, he beckoned you to spin for him, his smile radiant.

You obliged him, spinning around while your dress twirled with you.

A laugh tore through your chest, a hearty and genuine sound, and he wanted nothing more than to hear it in full.

Not the muffled noise he had to strain his ears to make out. But a full giggle, straight from your soul, preferably if he was the cause of it.

Your hands met again and you sped up, skillfully leading the dance, leaving him to follow. Though it was rather difficult to excute its steps with the barrier separating you, you made due.

From right to left and left to right, flowing from one movement into another.

Vessel followed with a bright grin, using his experience of dancing during various rituals to quickly pick up on the pattern.

It truly felt like a chapter in an old book that spoke of romance and tragedy.

Lovers who'd found eachother against all odds, souls entwined, yet cruelly kept apart, barely out of reach.

You were pulled out of your daydreaming when Vessel tripped over a bump on the ground of the woods, almost tumbling face first into the dirt.

The mishap made you burst into a laugh, head thrown back and eye squeezed shut, but you continued the dance still. But when you expected and braced for the barrier, there was nothing.

Something shifted.

No breeze but the full and beautiful birdsong symphonies you'd gotten a taste of. But most importantly, a warm hand engulfing yours.

Your eyes snapped open, your lips parting when Vessel stared back at you, Arcadia in the background.

His dark aura standing out against the pink petals that decorated every tree. He looked just as shocked, yet his hand was tightly grasping yours.

All six of his eyes were widened beneath the mask, chest rising and falling heavily.

Only then did you notice the black of his cloak fading into a dark and rich green, slowly crawling up his form. The wraps around his legs turned green trimmed with gold, pointing upwards like the scales of a dragon.

His sleeves changed to match, the color sitting ever so nicely against his flesh, and the pauldron on his shoulder was dripping with golden embellishments and crimson rubies while a heap of black feathers sprouted from his back, replacing the fur cape.

All his jewels blinked from silver into gold, just like the previously red maw that framed his mouth, sitting like molten metal against his face. The symbol on his mask matched the green of his cloak, a gold outline extenuating its shape.

Yet beneath it all, it was still his charcoal skin, his dark eyes and that wicked smile.

His face was twisted in shock and surprised as he looked down at himself and his new robes, turning his hand to admire the new ornate rings that shone golden on his fingers.

You were just as mesmerized by his transformation and just him finally being in front of you. His hand embracing yours, his quiet breathing that you still managed to catch, the energy he radiated.

You could only stare wide-eyed and shamelessly as everything you'd wanted for months was finally within your reach.

You noticed his gaze on you, not on your face, however, but slowly trailing up your body. With a slight crease between your brows, you followed his line of sight and gasped quietly when the blush color of your dress bled into a dark burgundy.

The hem of your skirt looked like it was dipped in ink while the crimson continued to trail up your bodice.

Your golden jewels shifted into silver, looking like they were frozen over and then thawed, glittering like crystals of ice.

Bright emeralds looked beautiful on your skin, complimenting his rubies. From your shoulders flowed a blanket of fur, attached with two magnificent brooches.

A crown of white roses wound around your head, their thorns an iridescent black that shimmered whenever it caught the light.

There was no logical explanation in your mind to how that had happened. All words were stuck in your throat, only shallow breaths leaving you.

You stared at him, and he stared at you, afraid to move a muscle in case the moment would shatter and the barrier would push you apart again.

With a stuttered breath, you managed to whisper a single word.

"Vessel..."

In the matter of a second, his grip around your hand became bruising, and in one swift motion, he pulled you into his chest. An embrace so desperate, even the greatest poets could only dream of putting it into words.

One arm was pressed between your shoulder blades, his palm gently cupping the back of your neck, his touch hot on your skin. The other was tightly snaked around your middle.

You could feel his heavy breaths against your cheek. You clawed at his robes, digging your fingers wherever you could, anchoring them into his back.

Despite there being no room where your bodies were pressed together, you needed to be closer, open up his ribcage, and crawl inside, right next to his heart.

You reveled in the comfort of his embrace, his warmth seeping deep into the marrow of your bones.

"Am I dreaming?" You breathed, resting your forehead against his shoulder, the soft fabric of his cloak brushing your skin.

A gentle chuckle fell from Vessel's lips, the hand on the back of your neck carefully tightening its grip and pulling back, making you meet his eyes. A gasp caught in your throat as you admired the shimmering voids, glittering like the most precious obsidian.

"Does it feel like a dream, my heart?" He replied gently, a subtle smirk showing off his sharp canines.

You chuckled softly in response, shaking your head.

"But it doesn't feel real, either..." you muttered, your gaze detaching from his.

Vessel clawed one of your hands off his robes and pressed it right to his bare chest, above his beating heart, gently cupping it.

"Is it real now?" He asked quietly, his tone and expression softening.

Your nerves lit ablaze at the contact with his skin, your head snapping upwards to meet his adoring gaze once again. You could feel the steady thump beneath his ribs, the vibration shaking you to your core.

Vessel placed a large hand on your cheek and guided your forehead to rest against his mask-covered one. His eyes fluttered shut, a breath you didn't know he held releasing.

"It only beats for you, I swear it." He whispered, his thumb caressing the silky skin of your face, the cold metal of his rings sending a shiver down your spine.

"As does mine." You replied in a breath, his proximity intoxicating.

Your nose brushed the red ruby set in his mask, your lips almost touching as you basked in the moment.

This person you'd silently spend your last months with, someone to keep you company after you'd been cast out from everything you'd ever known, was within your reach.

You had so many questions you wanted to ask, so many things to say and to declare, yet now you were rendered speechless.

The moment you'd fantasized and dreamed off for so many lonely nights had finally come.

You didn't know why or how, maybe your gods had taken pity on you after all, but you could care less when you were in his arms.

He swallowed thickly, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

"Can I-"

"Yes."

It was a mere whisper, but your eager confirmation was enough for him to press his lips to yours.

You melted into him even more, and you swore you were levitating. The kiss was so soft, Vessel was handling you like a precious porcelain doll, afraid even a single touch could shatter you into pieces. It wasn't rough or hungry, but passionate in a way that made your heart beat faster.

It was like every emotion, every ounce of desperation of only being able to witness the other through a looking glass, was poured into that one kiss. He had to stop himself from chasing after your lips once you pulled away.

Your chest was heaving, your lips slightly pink and swollen.

Vessel's pink tongue darted out and swiped over his lips, desperately trying to hang on to the taste of you.

He huffed half-heartedly, a grin breaking on his face.

"Well, are you gonna dance on the line with me?"

You chuckled, gently sliding your thumb underneath his mask to caress his cheek.

"Only if you show me how to dance forever."

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I blame @scribbledghost for this after I binge read their entire blog 🫵🏻

Also I think that you guys might be interested in this @bloodiedvocals @lush-escape 💋

Masterlist ✨️

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

I swear to fucking god-

If I get flashed by Vessel's real name, or just his ENTIRE BARE FACE, one more time, I WILL find whoever put that out there and then give myself a damn lobotomy.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

It was fate 🩷

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED HIM TOO

I think we met through COD??

Anyway, I have a whole lotta Leon fics on my blog (I'm obsessed) <3

Look, Vendetta Leon isn't personally my kinda thing, but I see the wet dog appeal that he has

real

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Am I dumb

Since when do you like Schleon S. Schlennedy??????

real

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

I'm honored!!

Thank you so much 🐝🩷

leon kennedy recs

princess | au, series | @pencil-n-pen

best friend!leon | headcanon, smut, fluff | @adultdisney

scoot on over | imagine, fluff | @drabblesandimagines

sad beautiful tragic | one shot, angst | @fushigloomy

voicemails | imagine, angst | @messenger-of-babel

christmas wishes | imagine, fluff | @messenger-of-babel

just one more minute... | imagine, fluff | @shycloudkitty

tie a ribbon around his bicep | imagine, fluff | @mirainwonderland

his first and best | drabble, smut | @kyougan

a soft spot for you | imagine, fluff | @leonw4nter

leon who drops his bag... | headcanon, fluff | @finalresidentevilfantasy

no shirt, no blouse | imagine, fluff | @mydarlingclaudia

nightmares | imagine, fluffy flangst | @secretlyazombi3

i can do it myself | drabble, fluff | @dreameyess11

his way of loving you | drabble, fluff | @geneviveleocardius

swingin' | imagine, fluff | @drabblesandimagines

you really like them a lot, don't you? | drabble, suggestive | @ninibeingdelulu

be my angel | imagine, fluff | @kennedysbaby

not even the gods above can separate the two of us | imagine, flangst | @niki-phoria

kindle pt 2 | two shot, fluff | @comatosebunny09

all that grace, all that body | imagine, fluff | deactivated blog

re6 leon | headcanon, fluff | @finalresidentevilfantasy

handsome | drabble, fluff | @dreameyess11

deference | au, one shot, trifecta | @inkonparchment

one bed | one shot, fluff, smut | @belovedcloud

the tutor in dorm 24b | au, one shot, trifecta | @sweets3rial

talk to me | imagine, fluff | @forgetminot

guard dog | drabble, fluff | @secretlyazombi3

angel | imagine, fluff | @jks1uv

dating app | imagine, fluff, suggestive | @livchvz

forever | drabble, fluff | @donatellarose

missing him | drabble, fluff | @secretlyazombi3

birthday boy | one shot, flangst | @bumblebeesfromvenus

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

it was the birthday fic if you were wondering! how Leon gets overwhelmed by all the sounds and smells and the reader touching him while he’s feeling overwhelmed, and then the guilt afterwards- it’s perfect

I figured!

Honestly, I just wrote it exactly how I feel in those moments.

Because they do happen and it's really hard to explain to people :/

But I'm glad that you like it!!

I hope it gives those who feel like that too a little bit of comfort, because it's okay!!!

Life can be a lot, and some handle that better than others.

I've had my fair share of breakdowns over things like this.

For example, I couldn't wear lipstick. Couldn't shave my legs because that "great" feeling of smooth legs on a fresh sheets made me want to tear my skin off.

I can't have dishes in my room because if I try to sleep and I smell food I get so nauseous.

I hate strong cologne or perfume. I hate it when my hands get dirty or sticky and I wash them religiously.

I hate loud traffic and the feeling of just the thin bed sheets without an actual blanket in them.

YOU'RE NOT WEIRD, JUST DIFFERENT IN A SOCIETY THAT WASN'T MADE FOR YOU.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

do you write Leon as autistic on purpose or am i projecting

😭😭😭😭

This is the funniest thing I've ever received, thank you

And no, I don't, but I'm very neurodivergent myself, so if anyone's projecting, it's me 💀

UNKNOWNLY, MIGHT I ADD

Bro, my subconscious made him autistic 😭😭😭😭😭

Love you, this had me laughing for 5 minutes straight

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

IZ MY LOVE 🩷🩷🩷

Thank you so much, I'm glad you like it 🥹✨️🐝

I missed you too, I'm so happy to be back!! 😭🩷

I hope you're doing great!!

Birthday Boy 🎂

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Leon S. Kennedy x reader

BOO, I'M BACK ✨️

You can find the request here -> 📜

Your need to spoil your boyfriend on his birthday with an elaborate celebration results in a misunderstanding with hurt feelings on both sides. But the pure love the both of you hold for eachother finds a way to mend all tears in the end.

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Leon stirred, the sweet smell of something pulling him from his dreamless sleep. His nose scrunched at the strong aroma filling the air, a hint of stinging saltiness coming to join the delicious symphony of scents.

With a groan he turned to his other side, burying himself in the softness of your shared bed. The curtains did a surprisingly well job at keeping the bright morning sun out of the room, a pleasant dim making it easier on the eyes.

Though peace was far out of his reach, as were you. With furrowed brows and a clumsy attempt to feel for you on your side of the bed, he was met with cold sheets. Not even slightly warm from the heat your body emitted.

Not your soft form that he could mold to his hardened frame. An annoyed huff slipped past his lips as he begrudgingly opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them as a yawn took over his face.

"Sweetheart? Where are you?" He called weakly, cringing at the roughness of his voice.

But he made no attempt to move, limbs heavy with exhaustion. It seemed that no matter how much sleep he got, the tired feeling that sat deep in the marrow of his bones would never fade.

Leon surrendered to his fate, laying as if confined to the bed, resting his eyes but never actually falling back asleep.

Meanwhile, you were flitting through the kitchen, icing the cake you made and simultaneously flipping the bacon for a hearty breakfast. You hummed a tune, none in particular, with a smile on your face as you glanced at the table filled with wrapped gifts and birthday cards.

A candle sat in the middle, itching to be lit and used to send a wish far into the universe. With a last few finishing touches, you admired your work before cleaning up the inevitable mess.

A grin sat high on your cheeks as you quietly made your way to your bedroom, where the birthday boy was resting without a thought in the world and a grumbling stomach.

You couldn't contain the excitement bubbling in your own gut, the idea of finally spoiling and doting on Leon blooming in your chest like a delicate flower at the first spring rays. With a hand securely on the handle, you peaked in, seeing his peaceful and resting face. A smile cracked on your cheeks.

To see him without those deeply worried eyes and stressed crease between his brows, a soft jaw instead of the grinding of teeth made your heart swell.

The door swung open, and before Leon had time to register what was going on, you had already tackled him and were pressing sloppy kisses all over his face while mumbling something along the lines of happy birthday.

As much as Leon would like to love being smothered by your affection, right now, it was all too much. Exhaustion was still heavy in his limbs, and his eyelids felt like they were made of lead.

Your engulfing touch felt suffocating instead of comforting and warm, and your giggles that normally made his heartbeat rise along with the overwhelmingly nauseating smells of his favorite foods made his stomach twist.

Teeth grinding on teeth as he tried to keep the growing feeling of too much too much too much away.

"Stop.." he said quietly, tightly grasping your arms to stop the scratchy fabric of your shirt from brushing against his skin.

"It's your birthday, silly! I'm not stopping until the clock hits midnight." You giggled, somehow completely unaware of his discomfort.

"Please, stop." He whispered firmer this time, the feeling of your lips on his making him shiver in such an unpleasant way, he was wondering if he was broken.

You were too caught up in your own excitement to notice the crack in his voice or the tension in his jaw, instead peppering more kisses all along his face.

The thin string of his sanity that Leon was holding onto with his life was worn through and he snapped. His bones felt wrong in his body, his breaths were coming out all weird and an uncomfortable pressure in his nerves made him stiffen.

"Stop!" He snapped, roughly pushing you off of him.

You managed to grasp onto the bed so you didn't complete crash onto the ground, but the pain of his sudden rejection hurt more than your knees hitting the hard floor. You were shell-shocked, your eyes wide and your lips parted in disbelief.

For a moment, you just stared at each other.

Your eyes glassy, a pained expression on Leon's face as the discomfort in his body didn't ease. His breaths were ragged, and when he did open his eyes, his heart clenched so hard in his chest, he swore he could feel his ribs breaking.

With a sleep addled and exhausted mind and a body that didn't feel like his own, he turned away in shame and pulled the covers over his head, hoping all of it would go away for just a minute.

Eyes squeezed shut, and fingers pressed into his ears to limit the amount of outer stimuli.

With your heart cracked and sitting heavy in your chest, you swallowed the tears and wrestled yourself up from the floor.

"I... sorry.." was all you managed to get out as your throat closed up. The quiet patter of your feet faded before stopping at the doorframe.

"Happy Birthday.." you whispered, looking back, before leaving him be.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

He felt horrible. Physically and how he'd treated you.

How could he explain that you weren't the problem but the world preying on him outside of his safe sanctuary?

How could he explain the fucked up things that had broken him in so many ways, ruining every last bit of joy he had?

How could he explain that every single birthday of his had ended as another chapter for a therapist to write down instead of big smiles and memories on old polaroids?

He couldn't, because you were his voice, his breath with which he could speak, and now he'd chased you away, too.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The obnoxious presents and decorations along with the elaborate breakfast platter and mile-high birthday cake seemed much more ridiculous and mocking as you sank into yourself on the couch.

It was like the sun had disappeared behind the clouds, and a heavy gloom settled around you, your own little storm of sorrow that made sure to keep you soaked and shivering.

Too much too much too much.

It was all too much. You were too much. Too affectionate, too happy, too excited, too big of a personality, simply too much.

An unpleasant feeling settled in your stomach as you stared at the colorful and patterned presents, a cruel reminder laughing straight in your face.

You were paralyzed, staring into nothingness with the feeling of a boulder on your chest.

Your thoughts spiraled deeper into depths you hadn't missed, and you'd wondered if soon you'd reach a land with a grinning cat, a white rabbit and a mad Hatter, ruled by a Queen that resembled wrath incarnate. Losing your head didn't sound so horrible, after all it would stop the thoughts at least.

You didn't know how long you'd sat on that couch, the cushions molding to your body. As if on autopilot, you managed to pry yourself from your seat and wordlessly started putting things away.

The breakfast that had stopped steaming was shoved into the oven, in hopes of keeping it from going completely cold.

The cake that you had decorated with so much love was gently covered and set into the fridge, residing between jams, cold cuts, and a jar of pickles.

The presents were gathered into a pile, a blanket thrown over them, and the balloons were rushed into the supply closet.

You'd decided it wasn't worth it to climb on the death trap of a ladder you owned once again to take down the garlands, so they just had stay there, out of your sight.

The only thing that remained was the lonely birthday candle, the flame flickering as the wax dripped onto the counter.

It had burned down quite a bit, and as much as its image was tearing into your heart, it wasn't yours to extinguish.

Not your wish to make.

Not your plumes of smoke that swirled like they were burdened with a purpose.

Not your fond memory of another year gone by with the people you love.

So, you watched. Followed the hot flame as it danced in that elegant way only fire could.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Meanwhile, Leon was still hiding away beneath the covers. Deep breaths as he tried to regulate his senses, the stiff and torturing feeling that had befallen his nerves fading. His brows were creased, his heart heavy, tears stinging in his eyes and his throat closing.

Why couldn't he be normal? React like any other human to such a thoughtful and sweet gesture?

Nevermind his discomfort, he hated how his feelings exploded onto you, pulling you down with him.

He knew you'd understand, you always did. You were patient and kind, never rushing him or trying to shove him into a box.

You had your own inner turmoils but treated him with such an open heart nonetheless.

With a deep sigh, he dragged himself from your shared bed with the intention of making the best out of this day.

And that meant begging for your forgiveness on his knees, like a lost and lonely follower desperately pleading for redemption from his deity.

Leon got himself ready for you more than himself. A pair of slacks that took every outfit from casual to chic, and that one shirt that fit him a little too well like you said. The silly police-themed socks that you'd gifted him one day just because they made you think of him. A touch of the warm and comforting cologne you loved so much and a quick rake through his blonde mop.

With a deep exhale and a hand on the doorknob, he was ready to reconcile.

You heard him before you saw him. The quiet commotion coming from your bedroom had already drawn your attention away from the candle, although your eyes were fixed on it still.

The opening and closing of a door, the soft shuffle of feet, and then, his tall frame in your peripheral.

Finally, you turned with a half-hearted smile, the hurt in your eyes still visible.

"Hey, you." You said quietly, watching as his expression softened.

"Hi." He muttered, a gentle but unsure grin on his face.

Without a word, he carefully pried you from the barstool you were seated on and pulled you against his chest into a warm embrace.

You melted into his arms, your eyes falling shut in comfort as the scent of his cologne invaded your senses, patching up the tears in your heart.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled into your hair, "I... it was too much. The sensations, the sounds, the smells. It isn't you, but everything else. I'm so sorry."

The confession came from his lips like a pleading cry, his voice trembling only to a degree you would notice.

Pulling your head from his chest, you cupped his cheek with a soft smile.

"I get it. I get overwhelmed, too, sometimes. I just... didn't expect that reaction." You chuckled half-heartedly.

"And I'm sorry. For not asking first, for not noticing how uncomfortable you were. Everything's a little different with you, and that's okay, I just really wanted to spoil you for once. But, now I know better and I'll do better next time, I promise."

Your heartfelt apology hit him right between his ribs, brows scrunching and lips trembling as he wrapped you up into another hug.

"Thank you. You just looked so hurt and I felt horrible. I didn't mean to do it, I swear, I just didn't know what to do and-"

you gently shushed his rambling with a sweet peck to his lips while wiping a few tears from his lashline.

"Take a deep breath, alright?," you began softly, earning a nod from Leon,

"it's all forgiven. Shit like this happens, okay? But we can't let that push us away from eachother, we're a team. I admit, I was pretty hurt, but that was the consequence of overstepping. We talk this out and everything's gonna be fine. Now, dry those tears, we only have reason to celebrate!" You smiled brightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Leon chuckled wetly, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand.

"You're amazing, you know that?" He sniffled with a lopsided smile.

"Well, I've heard that once or twice, so it must be true." You teased with a grin, pulling a laugh from him.

"Thank you for being so patient with me. I know I'm not exactly easy to deal with at times, so I appreciate you putting up with me for this long."

"I'm not putting up with you, I want to do this, yeah? I'm here because I want to be, don't forget that."

A gentle smile graced your features caressing his cheek. He nodded silently, cupping your hand and leaning into your touch.

"Can I set all of this up again? I really want you to have a great birthday. But only if you want to." You offered softly. Leon started at you for a while, his eyes so soft and gentle like you'd never seen before.

"I don't deserve you." He mumbled, taking your hand off his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"Yeah, you do! Now, is that a yes?" You grinned. He laughed, pinching your cheek.

"Yeah."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

With the little conformation you needed, you ushered him back into your bedroom with a giddy smile on your face.

"It'll just be a minute!" He heard through the door, shaking his head with a smile.

There was some shuffling here and some clanging there, but at least you had arranged everything like before - if not better. The candle stood in the center of it all, almost snuffed out surrounded by a lake of wax.

Suddenly, the door ripped open and Leon was dragged from the bedroom, almost stumbling into you.

"Hey, slow down, angel." He snorted, slightly pulling at your grip.

"No, we gotta hurry!! Before the candle goes out." You urged, using all your strength to log your giant of a boyfriend to his birthday candle.

With an eye roll, he followed you, although his heart swelled.

"You could've just blown it out, you know." Leon chuckled, staring at the more than sorry excuse of a candle, resting his weight on the counter.

You gasped in shock, a hand dramatically clutching at your chest.

"And commit such blasphemy? Never! It's your candle and your wish. It's not my candle to extinguish." You replied, raising your hands in surrender.

"You're weird." He replied, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Eh, you love it."

"That, I do."

You stared at him expectantly.

"Are you gonna make your wish today or do you wanna wait till next year?" You deadpanned, although a smile cracked on your lips.

"Bossy." He scoffed playfully before leaning over and, at last, blowing out his candle, his eyes never leaving yours.

He squeezed them shut for a second while the smoky plume danced in the air. You clapped for him with a bright smile.

"So.... what'd you wish for?" You asked curiously, like the nosy thing you were.

"Ha, you wish I'd tell you. No pun intended. If I do, it's not gonna come true." He smirked, watching as a pout settled on your pretty face, followed by a huff.

"Fine. Happy Birthday, baby." You smiled sweetly, stretching over the counter to press a kiss to his lips.

Leon hummed in appreciation, his eyes fluttering shut while his hand found your cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He smiled, twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers.

"How about-"

You were interrupted by the grumbling of his stomach.

"-Breakfast? Yes, please."

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The rest of the day was spent with digging into the delicious and plentiful breakfast you made, along with a slice of cake, because when's a better time to have cake for breakfast than a birthday?

With a full stomach, the two of you sat in the sea of balloons, surrounded by all the presents provided by you and Leon's dearest friends.

"Jesus, so much for don't get me anything." Leon mumbled, looking over all the wrapped boxes.

"Yeah, I had to fight them off with a stick. They all wanted to come by today but we comprised on another time." You chuckled, Leon joining in.

"Thank you for protecting my sanity."

"Anytime, babe."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

There were so many gifts, Leon had lost count of all the things he'd gotten. But the namely ones were a new motorcycle helmet from Claire, an ornately decorated lighter from Luis, a new leather holster for his Red 9 gifted by Chris, and concert tickets from Sherry.

"None from you, huh?" He smirked, crumpling the wrapping paper in his hands.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll get to unwrap that later." You quipped, followed by a smirk.

"I can't wait." He grinned, his eyes darkening while his voice dropped into a low timber.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The day ended with the two of you snuggled on the couch, stuffed with cake and too much delicious food and maybe that bottle of scotch Leon had saved for a special occasion.

You were pressed into his side, contently dozing off in his arms.

"I've never had a birthday like this before." He said quietly, turning to brush some hair out of your face.

"Like what?" You mumbled, your cheek squished against his chest.

"A good one." He confessed, a small smile playing on his face, but the dim lighting illuminated the sad shine in his baby blues.

A soft look cracked onto your features, your thumb caressing his cheekbone.

"I'm really glad you liked it." You smiled gently.

"I loved it, angel. Thank you." He replied quietly, wanting to bask in the softness of this moment.

"I'd do anything for you, you know that?"

"I do. And I'm the luckiest man in the world because of it."

His lips melted against yours in a passionate kiss, soft breaths exchanged as you got lost in one another.

Leon pulled away first, to your dismay, eyes glassy and lips red.

"I believe there's one last present for me to unwrap." He smirked, trailing the tips of his fingers up and down your arm.

"You're insatiable." You shook your head, but couldn't help the smile that snuk its way onto your face.

"Hey, it's my birthday." He defended with a chuckle.

"Alright, alright, birthday boy."

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Ahhhhh, I missed writing 😔

So happy that I finished this! I will get to all the requests in my inbox, please have some patience with me 🩷

Lotta stuff went down. Like Rock im Park, which was phenomenal, crossing paths with Corey Taylor, online dating etc.

Let me know what you think of this!!

《Taglist》: @k-fallingstar @vampkennedy @dmitriene @allysunny @leonslittlekennedy @entr4p3 @miss0giarra

Lmk if you wanna be added <3 🐝✨️

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

So... what do you think about Leon RE4 remake on his birthday. Like, reader wakes Leon up early with a furious attack of kisses and extra cuddles because she want to make this day special for him :) But... before he started dating Reader, Leon didn't really have the habit of celebrating his birthday and just pretended it was just another normal day, like, same shit, different day. So he ends up being a little rude to her, saying she was horribly excited this morning and saying something like for her not to celebrate this because he never had very good birthdays because of working in the government and etc and he doesn't like to set too many expectations but that famous sad and disappointed puppy dog look she gives (because like, she had already made plans all week!) makes him weak and he finally gives in and sees no harm in spending a fun day with his sunshine girlfriend :,]] (kinda grumpy x sunshine trope?)

so they spend a day together like idk going to amusement park or giving Leon a day of rest and fun like gifts and stuff, you know :,) YOU CAN MAKE THE PLOT😭

Don't feel bad if you don't want to accept this request, I just really like how you write, it's like candy!💗💗

(sorry if there are any English mistakes, I'm using a translator and I'm not sure if it's 100% accurate💔)

So sorry for the wait, my love!!

Life got in the way 😔

I will admit, this turned more into like healed x traumatized than sunshine x grumpy, but I hope you still like it nonetheless 🩷

Thank you so much, it makes me so happy to hear that you like my writing!!

And your English is totally fine babe, us non-native English speakers have to unite, so I have your back, girl!! 🐝✨️

Let me know if you like it <3

Birthday Boy 🎂