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Yandere Chris and Claire Redfield Headcanons (platonic)

The Redfield siblings stick together no matter what. Even separated, they’re sole goal is to find one another and be reunited. Family is what matters most, especially when it comes to surviving zombies.

Claire is the one who probably becomes obsessed with you first. She came across you while she was looking for her brother and she just couldn’t leave you on your own. The two of you were safer together in her eyes. She’s not going to let you out of her sight, she’ll have you glued to her side from now on.

At first you don’t question her taking you with her, if anything you appreciate it. It’s hard enough surviving on your own but now you have someone to have your back and keep you company. You’re thankful for Claire in the beginning but soon or later that won’t last long.

It’s no surprise that Claire is protective, you’re protective of her too, you have to be in your guy’s current situation but Claire seems to have taken it to a whole other level. She doesn’t trust anyone, not even Leon. At least not with you.

She believes she’s the only one who knows what’s good for you. And at one point she believed she was the only one who could protect you, at least until the two of you found Chris. But the cruel reality comes crashing down on her when you inevitably get hurt, on her watch. Luckily, Leon was there to help out.

Leon would become one of the few people Claire trusts after that, especially with you. After her brother of course. When Claire can’t chance taking you with her, she’ll leave you with Leon. He becomes a companion for you and another set of eyes for her.

As for Chris, when he and Claire are finally reunited you are all she can talk about. When Chris meets you he can understand why. It doesn’t take him long to follow suit with his own obsession. If you’re Claire’s family then you’re his family too.

If you thought Claire was overprotective then you haven’t seen anything yet with Chris. He is extremely overprotective. Not as much towards Claire, he knows she can handle herself pretty well. But you, he’s not taking any chances with you.

Claire isn’t the only one with a second body to protect and look out for you. Chris trusts Jill wholeheartedly and vice versa, she has no qualms about helping him out when it comes to his family. Chris doesn’t necessarily trust Leon himself but if Claire does then he can get by with that. But Jill will always be his first choice for when neither Chris or Claire can’t be with you.

Chris really likes to make you laugh or at least get a smile out of you. He can’t stand seeing you look so hopeless or sad and he’ll do his damnedest to give you even a little bit of hope to hang on to.

God forbid anyone tried to hurt you or use you against either of the Redfield siblings, especially Albert Wesker. Everyone is already gunning for him, having him try and pull something like that would only take everyone to a whole new level of wanting his head on a silver platter.

Claire usually handles punishments. Chris, more times than not, can be swindled out of any kind of punishment or consequence. He doesn’t want to be the bad guy, neither does Claire but they also want you to realize that you need them. With how the world is after the virus, you can only trust and rely on each other but you insist on going against that.

You’re only ever really punished for trying to getaway from them or Jill and Leon. No one is ever extremely physical when it comes to punishments, the most they do is try and restrain you. Also, Jill and Leon are given permission to act out any punishments they see fit but they are given limits to what they can do.

The farthest I could see either Claire or Chris going is purposely putting you in a dangerous situation only for them to save you. They’d make damn sure there is no way you’ll actually get hurt or anything, they just want to scare you into finally realizing how much you truly need them.

Even with time and your obedience, Chris and Claire’s tendencies won’t ever truly let up. They could lessen to an extent but never to a point of you having your own free will. You’re their family and they know what’s best for you, that’ll never change. In the end it’s best to bare with it. They mean well even if they can be pretty selfish with how they go about certain things.

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core classes as undead :)

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kinda really love the idea of a mid 30s pregnant borrower who lives in a house filled with like, early 20s roommates

she’s so stressed because none of these giants know how to be an adult so she’s constantly mom’ing them from the sidelines, making sure their alarms are set, their meds are in the right place, writing them shopping lists, all while hidden

when the roommates find her, they have no CLUE how to handle this woman, cause obviously she’s super delicate being heavily pregnant, but she’s? bossing them around and they listen? she’s an automatic Mom Authority and after the inital drama of meeting, her giant kids are in LOVE with their Tiny Momma and listen to anything she says. she teaches them how to cook and clean and adult properly, and they make sure she has supplies and doesn’t have to work too hard as she gets close to her due date

and eventually the baby gets born and Mom comes out the walls to show her giant kiddos the liiiiiiittest baby in the world. the humans are MELTING and are too terrified to even get close because the baby’s so little and delicate but they are SO happy to welcome the little dude. half of them are crying because this baby is too goddamn itty bitty

I just love the idea of a newly Mom borrower who’s Mom instincts are SO strong she adopts a whole house full of giants

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THIS HAS ME IN TEARS

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Cookies or Biscuits

Author’s note: I commissioned another piece from the incomprable @chamomile-g-tea and it was so wonderful That this little fic burst out of it. It’s a kind of follow up to Soup or Stew (hence the mostly irrelevant to the story cutesy name). If you have writers block, turns out all you need to do is throw money at artists.

Author’s note part 2: if youve been on my blog for more than five seconds, you know that my jam is that tense fear and curiosity- first-meeting tension, thats the shit I just lap up. But sometimes, you just want that warm fuzzy feeling that comes from the casual intimacy of trust, and that is the inspiration for this piece.

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Elle’s daily life changed in a few small ways after the bean found her. Most significant was the effect that it had on her borrowing. The bean worked such irregular hours, it had been difficult to find reliable times to borrow inconspicuously. Now that she wasn’t worried about being stealthy, she’d started borrowing on a schedule; early-afternoon Wednesdays and Saturdays. Often as not the bean would show up in the middle of it; she’d be waist deep in a jar of sweets, trying to find the ones with coconut in the middle, when a shadow would fall over her and enormous fingers began rummaging alongside her. 

The first few times, it had given her a good scare, but by the fifth time it happened (when he opened the kitchen cabinet while she was in it grabbing snacks) she didn’t even flinch. After a while, he began offering her odds and ends he’d thought she could make use of, even giving her a hand up onto tables and countertops when she was sick of climbing. It shocked even Elle how little his presence startled her anymore, how close she could get to him without feeling a trace of that leg-trembling fear that was once a fixture of her day-to-day. It was a strange luxury she imagined not many borrowers enjoyed, and Elle resolved to take advantage of it more in future.

One Saturday, she was taking the long walk across the living room carpet to the kitchen to get a few basic dry goods (and a jammy dodger or two, if he’d remembered to pick them up from the store) and didn’t even notice the bean was there until she was halfway across the room. 

You big sneak, she thought, looking up to the couch where the bean was lying, asleep. He looked so peaceful lying under a shaft of sunlight from the partly curtained window, one arm behind his head. Must be warm. God, a nap sounds so good right now. She headed toward the couch, justifying it to herself as she went. It’s not as if I’m in a hurry. She made her way up the leg of the couch, hoisted herself up onto the couch cushion and walked to James’ side. It’s not crazy, it’s a perfectly sensible idea. It’s warm, he’s friendly, nothing weird about it. Elle was sure this would break some foundational borrower commandment but having no doubt broken at least a dozen of them already, one more didn’t seem like a big deal. The bean’s chest rose and fell with his breathing, but not so much that she couldn’t (by grabbing alternating fistfuls of his shirt) haul herself up onto it. 

“Elle?” There was a rumble in the ground below, and a voice she could feel in the soles of her feet. “Whit are you doing?”

“It’s noooothing,” she said, putting a ghostly warble in her tone. “You’re having a dreeeeeam. Go back to sleeeeeep. I mean, you already aaaaaare asleep, just close your eyes and don’t think too hard about it.” His chest quaked with breathy laughter.

“Awright.” When she turned to look, his eyes were closed and there was a smile on his face. She walked til she found a nice sunny spot between his pectorals, below his collarbone. The breathing wasn’t as dramatic here, and the low drum of his heart to one side was strangely comforting. She lay down and curled up slightly with a contented sigh, feeling a slight hiccup in the breathing as she did.

“Did you get the cookies?” She asked, not lifting her head.

“D’ye mean biscuits?”

“Don’t start that again,” she said. “You know what I mean.”

“Aye, I did.”

“Mmmmmmmm.” She nuzzled into the soft cloth of his shirt. “So how long a nap are we looking at?”

“Oh, it’s we now, is it?” Elle’s only response was to blush; she desperately hoped his eyes were still closed. “Ah have tae leave for work in fifteen minutes.“

“Ugh.” She waggled her legs petulantly. “When do you get off?”

“Half eleven.”

“Are you going to stay up another four hours playing video games like you did on Thursday?”

“Mebbe I am. That a problem?”

“Not if you play that one with the cartoon bugs and the piano music, it’s nice to have in the backrground.”

“Thirteen minutes now, just so you know.” 

Elle writhed, a pout on her face. “Then shush, let me sleep.”

“You’re the one that keeps-“

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” She patted his chest. “Nap time.”

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My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”

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I never asked you anything before but can I pls ask for Geralt of Rivia x male reader where Geralt is lonely and hungry and reader buys him ale and good meat and food for Roach and they don't talk but he knows Geralt is comforted and grateful and before Geralt leaves he gives him a kiss?

Here you go, love! ♥️ I had to add a little dialogue for it to make sense, but hopefully this is what you had in mind 

This story is Geralt x Male reader

You noticed the Witcher immediately as he entered the inn. His large, muscular body slumped as he searched for an empty seat, away from the prying eyes of the other guests. You held your breath as his amber eyes locked on the chair next to you, fumbling with the mug in your hand as he started to make his way towards you. You grabbed the innkeeper by his sleeve and asked the dark-haired man for a hot meal and the largest mug of ale available. 

The witcher dropped himself on the chair and his eyes met yours for a quick second before they rested on the wooden table. One of the ladies placed a steaming plate in front of you, along with the ale. You thanked her with a wink, watching in amusement as she blushed a little. You knew the effect your presence had on women, and despite the fact that you enjoyed the company of men more, you just couldn’t help yourself as a beautiful woman appeared in front of you. 

Your fingers burned as you grabbed the edge of the plate, pushing it towards the Witcher. 

He tilted his head in confusion at your gesture, his glowing eyes filled with questions. You grinned, rubbing your chin. “As an apology for how my fellow villagers treated you.” You nodded to the food. “I know it’s not much, but you look like you could use a good meal and I have enough coin to afford it.” 

The witcher kept quiet, making you nervous. You grabbed your mug from the table and bowed your head. “I’m going to retreat upstairs, if you need me, I’m in the first room on the left.” 

Your cheeks burned as you made your way upstairs, there was something about the witcher that made you want to spill all your secrets and you didn’t know how to feel about it. 

Upstairs you busied yourself by sorting your room, switching things around, while anxiously waiting for the witcher. You had no idea if he would show up, and what you would do if he did show up, but you forced yourself not to think about that, to only hope. 

A soft knock pulled you away from your thoughts and you took a deep breath, calm your racing heart, before turning the doorknob, revealing the white-haired witcher. You kept your eyes on the ground as you stepped aside, waiting for him to enter before closing the door behind you. 

Strong hands grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the door, holding you captive. You swallowed before finding the courage to raise your eyes, locking them with his amber ones.

“Can I help you?” You dared to ask as your gaze dropped to his lips. 

He cocked his head to the side, studied you in silence before he moved forward, capturing your lips with his. He was the only one that mattered as the world around you disappeared. His thumb brushed over your light stubble and you gasped against his lips, deepening the kiss. 

You felt lightheaded as he pulled back and leaned back against the wall next to the door, holding yourself upright. The fire in the room made the witcher’s eyes glow as he gazed down at you. You opened your mouth to say something when he reached behind you, opening the door. 

The silence was tense as you watched how he walked away from you, leaving you alone in the cold room, without uttering a word.   

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A drink or two

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Listen, I didn’t ask for this…but I’ll take it

Short men are so fruity. What are you short for? To be held by other men? To be picked up and carried hmmm? To be gently cradled in a man's arms?

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Y'all talking abt fearplay sm smh it's stuck in my head–

Fearplay shit giants can say/do that'll mess me up ahaha I have no shame :(

Looming. Just tower over me. Maybe smirk, that always works too.

"You're adorable! I think I'm gonna keep you~"

Lean in super close so the only thing I'm capable of seeing is you–huuuuu that hits diff thooo

"It's cute you think you can hurt me."

Purposely being loud (like stomping, sitting heavily, talking loudly) just so that I can't stop being aware of your presence even if I wanted to

✨Tap✨your fingers✨right next✨to me✨

If I'm being a bit chaotic just silently stare. Nothing else–just eyeing me as if whatever I'm doing you could easily stop–its the confidence that's scary af.

"Why do you even bother? We both know how this'll end."

Pinning me down with one finger, bonus points if you lean in close then too

Slam✨that hand✨down next✨to me✨

Ok ok hear me out: Telling me to run, and then casually counting down until you start chasing me...the anticipation UGH

"Do struggle more...it only makes this more amusing."

If you have fangs...just um, smile. Yup that's it. Smile for the fear–camera plz.

"Was that...supposed to hurt?"

Dangling me high above the ground with my arm between your finger tips...aaaaaa

Trail your finger down my spine oof

"You're delicate...weak."

Holding me up by the back of my shirt

"You look like you'll break if I hold you wrong."

Stomp✨your foot✨right next✨to me

Lift my chin up with your finger (bonus points if it's a claw!!)

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my date: hey im kinda hungry, u got anything for me to eat???? :)))

me: oh sure :)))

me: [walks over to my fridge and opens it]

me: the blue ones are my favorite u can have as many orange and purple ones as you want

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useful/fun character development questions for couples

there are a lot of “otp questions” lists out there but I just wanted to make a list that was specifically helpful for writers, especially for working out the technical stuff of conveying Romantic Love. so, here ya go, stuff to answer for each character

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh...I adore them...”

Does this change over time? What will always reliably make them melt with how much they adore the other character?

How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

Do they (or would they) pursue the other character’s affection, and if so, how? Do they tell the other character how they feel? Try to earn their admiration? Woo them with romantic gestures? Flirt with them, skillfully or otherwise?

What do they think about romantic love? Do they have baggage surrounding it? Do they idealize it? Is it an object of longing and wanting, or were they really not thinking about it until they started falling for the other character? What are their expectations like?

What do they think about commitment? Is a long-term partnership the goal? Are they thinking about building a life with their partner, or are they focused on the present?

What scares them about entering a relationship?

What fears, past traumas, etc. would be hardest for them to talk about with their partner?

How much independence do they prefer in a relationship—do they want to share their lives as much as possible with their partner, or do they prefer to mostly do their own thing and let their partner do their own thing?

What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

What makes them feel loved? Would they build up the courage to ask for it?

What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone? This can be physical, emotional, etc.

If they had the ability to just spend free time with their partner, what would they do? Would they go out or stay inside?

Under what circumstances would they want to be left alone by their partner?

They’re going through something incredibly difficult—perhaps they’re very sick, have lost a loved one, or have gone through a traumatic event. Do they ask for or accept support and care from their partner, or try to isolate themselves?

Are they okay with public displays of affection? Do they like them?

When would they say “I love you?” Do they say it first? Do they say it often, or is it reserved for special moments?

If sex is something that would be part of a relationship for them, do both or either of them have prior experiences? If not, how do they feel about it?

What does sex mean for them? Socially, religiously, what attitudes are they bringing with them? Is “virginity” something they care about? Do they want sexual experiences to occur within a certain “level” of relationship, or does that not really matter so much to them?

How comfortable are they talking about, and openly communicating during, sex?

What would their partner do that would really turn them on, perhaps unintentionally?

They accidentally hurt or upset their partner. What happened? How do they respond? What do they do to make their partner feel better?

They have an argument with their partner—what is it about? Do things stay respectful, or is there some shouting and accusing going on?

They have to apologize to their partner. Is this difficult for them? How do they approach it?

How do they feel about the prospect of parenthood? Do they plan on it? How would they react if they suddenly found out they were going to be a parent?

What compromises are they making in their relationship?

What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?

What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?

How do their friends react to finding out they’re a couple? Do they have lots of mutual friends? Did their friends know, perhaps before they themselves did?

Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?

Under what circumstances would they feel protective?

Would they get a pet? What kind? Who brings up the idea, and who takes a little longer to convince?

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Cad bane but it’s like that one resident evil village mod