hi!! can i request re4r leon with touch-starved/touch-averse reader who slowly grows to feel safe touching/being touched by (only) him? (sorry for the bad wording, i cant really figure it out😭)
RE4R Leon w/ Touch-Starved Reader- Headcanons
Pairing- RE4R!Leon x Reader
A/N- Okay but this concept has been living in my head rent free ever since it was requested 😭
There’s just something about leon being painfully patient and giving you the space to choose him every. single. time.
Also… Leon absolutely would let his arm go numb and act like it’s fine. That’s canon to me.
Thank you for trusting me with this soft little idea. i hope it feels warm in the way you needed 🫶
CW- Touch aversion / touch-starved reader, consent-focused physical contact, soft intimacy, mild anxiety around being touched, lots of gentle physical affection, leon being emotionally devastating in a quiet way. no explicit content — just fluff.
Re4R Leon with a touch-averse / touch-starved reader would be so gentle it hurts.
He’d notice before you ever say anything. the way you stiffen when someone brushes past you. how your shoulders subtly rise when hands get too close. leon is observant by nature — it’s how he survives — and once he clocks it, he adjusts without making it a “thing.”
He wouldn’t reach for you suddenly. no grabbing your wrist to pull you along. no surprise hugs. everything with him would be slow.
“i’m gonna move you behind me, okay?” “can i touch you?” “is this alright?”
And the first time he asks instead of assuming? that’s what cracks something open in you.
Because you’re not used to being asked.
At first it’s small. standing close enough that your arms almost brush but don’t. his hand hovering at the small of your back without quite resting there. giving you space to step into it instead of taking it.
And when you finally do lean in — even just a little — he notices immediately. but he doesn’t comment. doesn’t make you self-conscious. he just lets his hand settle there properly, warm and steady, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Leon’s touch would never be demanding. it’s grounding. reassuring. firm in that “i’ve got you” way.
The first time you let him hold your hand is probably after something stressful. adrenaline still buzzing in your veins. your fingers twitch toward him before your brain catches up. and when he threads his fingers through yours, he squeezes once — gentle, testing — like he’s asking without words.
You don’t pull away and that’s when he realizes.
Over time, you start initiating in tiny ways. sitting closer on the couch. resting your head on his shoulder “just for a second.” brushing your thumb over his knuckles absentmindedly.
And leon? he melts every single time, even if he pretends he doesn’t.
Because here’s the thing: he’s touch-starved too. he just hides it better.
So when you finally feel safe enough to curl into him fully — arms around his waist, face tucked into his chest — he goes still for half a heartbeat like he’s scared to ruin it. then his arms wrap around you carefully, securely, like he’s holding something precious.
He’d press the softest kiss to your hair and murmur, “you’re okay. i’ve got you.”
And for the first time, being held doesn’t feel overwhelming.
It feels like home. He's your home.
BONUS:
It happens on a quiet night.
You’re sitting beside him on the couch, knees tucked up, careful as always. Close — but not touching. There’s always that invisible inch of space you leave, like a habit you don’t know how to break.
Leon notices it. He always does. But he doesn’t close it.
Instead, he stretches an arm along the back of the couch — not around you. Just hanging there.
Minutes pass.
Your pinky twitches first. Barely brushing the fabric of his shirt. You freeze immediately, like you’ve done something wrong.
Leon doesn’t look at you.
He just shifts slightly closer, subtle enough that it could be accidental. His arm lowers a fraction — warm, solid, steady — until it rests lightly against your shoulders.
You swallow. Your heart does that embarrassing little stutter. Slowly, carefully, you lean. Just enough for your shoulder to rest against his side.
He exhales. It’s quiet. But you feel it.
His hand moves after a second — slow enough for you to track it — settling at your upper arm. Thumb brushing once, barely there.
“Okay?” he murmurs, voice low, meant only for you. You nod against his chest. That’s when he lets himself hold you properly.
His arm wraps around your shoulders, firm but gentle, like he’s anchoring you — not restraining you. You feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek. The warmth. The weight.
Safe.
After a while, your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt on their own. Not because you’re bracing. Because you want to stay.
Leon presses the softest kiss to the top of your head — slow enough that you could pull away if you wanted.
You don’t.
And he smiles into your hair like he just won something he never thought he’d be allowed to have.
Later that night, when you fall asleep half on top of him without realizing? He doesn’t move for hours. not even when his arm goes numb.
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Living with this lil boobear of a man would come with its obstacles, but who the hell are you not to be up for those challenges?
The day it happened; you were reading over some analytics for your team's mission stats and percentages. With alot of paperwork and what seemed to be so little time, you worked diligently to get it scanned and sent over to Blonde Blazer's office. With a stone mug of some tepid coffee and a prayer, you power through your documents and hope the ancient scanner would do its fucking job.
That's when you saw your tall and lanky lover doing a shitty job of trying not to look at you with those pretty steel blue eyes when he was in the process of wiping sticky teriyaki sauce off someone's monitor at a nearby cubicle.
He looked nervous, and it showed in the way the water seemed to gather at his temples alot faster. ' What has him so worked up? ', you thought as you too, tried to focus on the task at hand. However, it was soon broken by the sound of an exasperated sigh, and a yelp from Herman.
"C'mooon ya lil bitch baby, why the fuck do you just keep starin' at her like that? Like, go talk to her or some shit." That was of course, none other than Flambae, with his early morning pissy attitude. He practically shoved Waterboy over towards my direction as he nearly stumbled over an office chair in embarrassment.
This piqued my interest.
"H-Hey that's not...You didn't have to... sh-shove so hard." He retorted while the muscular frame of Flambae disappeared into the entrance of the breakroom.
Waterboy rubs his side absentmindedly before hearing the clearing of someone's throat. Your throat to be exact, and my oh my did he look adorable raising his head like a startled meerkat. He had a clear view of you from your low-budget office chair. The way you wore your capris, your plush thighs that were a beautiful bronze, and the way they sheened perfectly with your moisturizer for the day as they lay against the cushioned seat. You bundled up with your oversized jacket today, the one you reserved for the vent above your head that blew too much cold air in your face. You told him earlier this week that you put in a request for moving your files and other belongings to a different cubicle later. Of course, he could not forget those soft eyes looking at him with undivided attention under full lashes, nor the apples of your cheeks, which were perfectly squishable when he held them in his large and gentle, wet palms with care.
" You alright, sweetpea? What was Flambae on about, hm?"
Even when you were swamped with dispatches for your team, and downright invested in your job at SDN in general, you still had time to check in with him. It was like being in the presence of an angel, with the added fierceness of an Archangel, and Herman loved every second of it. That's why he was nervous about today.
Waterboy squeezed at his clothed upper arm as a self-soothing habit before answering your question nervously. "Uhm...Flambae was trying to...He was right actually, because I wanted...I need to talk to you about something, heh..." The relaxed expression on your face was inviting and quietly asking him to continue. A light shake of your converse clad foot was the only thing that could possibly give away your anticipation.
Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Herman responded shakily, " Uh-uh Y/N, You know h-how...What I wanted t-to..." His speech was breathy as he absentmindedly started wringing an excessive amount of water out of his gloves. Staring down at the puddle of water on the floor for a milisecond (he'd have to clean that up later), seemed to ground him before he took a deep breath and blurted it out. "Y/N, p-please move i-in with me."
Your eyes widened before you looked around briefly, hoping a pesky member of HR wasn't around to possibly drag the both of you into the conference room for a lame ass lecture about co-worker relationships and blah blah. Then they land back on Waterboy before neat brows raise in surprise.
"Hermy, that sounds wonderful...I'd love too. You sure you can put up with lil 'ol me though~?" You wink at him playfully with a leisurely smile adorning your glossed lips.
He could put the color of a tomato to shame underneath the artificial lighting from the office, but the minute you said yes, it was like a weight was lifted. He was relieved and actually released a breathy chuckle at the disbelief of you ever being a hassle for him. The man was practically on cloud nine since you both started going out a few months back. Z-team never let you hear the end of it of course. 'First it'll be dates to the aquarium, and then BAM, ya'll mothafuckas gon have matching towels, that's kinda cute, ya know?', something Prism commented in passing when she invited you and the Z-team girls over for a girl's night. From then on, he truly believed he wouldn't want to move in with anyone else...because when you look at him with such softness, and enthusiasm, he's just about ready for anything. Including, occupying a shared space.
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The second you moved into an apartment together, you both immediately thought of a game plan to combat the water accumulation on the furniture, ect. Not once had you shown him distaste in the situation, nor was there any impression of believing him to be a burden to your new living arrangements.
Oh he loved you DOWN then, nothing was gonna break him away from you anytime soon
He previously lived with his Nana, who had raised him to become a strapping young man. She recognized that it was time for him to leave the nest, so she gave him her unyielding support (and a nice tupperware container full of brown sugar short bread cookies: the very dessert that had his Nana lighting up when you proclaimed them as your favorite of her baked goods. She was needless to say, over the moon)
This (and this) is how I picture the interior and exterior for their starter apartment. Because rent is cheaper than most of the other places and you don't wanna deal with any nosy ass neighbors anytime soon.
You both take note of the apartment being on the top floor after scoping it out over the weekend. Sharing images over the phone with excitement before you toured it in person together. The landlord side-eyed the hell out of Herman a couple of times when he almost fell on his ass and into a few puddles before your boyfriend apologized profusely, nervous about ruining your chances of getting the apartment (poor baby). The moment took place in the hall leading to your destination, but other than that everything went smoothly. The floor of the interior was concrete in the living area, all tile in the kitchenette and bathroom, and concrete again in the bedrooms. 'Easy to maneuver in with some water absorbent mats', you thought. It was in a safe neighborhood too, which was a plus, and easily commutable to SDN-Torrence Branch. The only thing that really irked you about the place (because you looked at three before this one) was the idea of carrying all your shit upstairs with no elevator in sight for obvious reasons. But Herman, ever the perceptive and attentive partner he is, offered to get gloves with extra gripping to carry the items on the heavier side. You could've bounced on it crazy style right there (by right there, I mean the living area you currently sat in with two of those plastic chairs that go on the patio, which you'll move it to later when you pack up and bring over the other stuff.
It's about 7 weeks later after all of that fretting and rearranging the rooms like a build in the Sims (yours and Herman's guilty pleasure in your free time), that you have a livable apartment.
The housewarming party came and went. Each of the members of your team (J-Team), and Z-team, bringing items, from questionable to sweet and savory. Now all you wanted to do, was to unwind after your shower and go to bed with your favorite ginger haired man.
You enter your shared room, spotting Herman fidgeting with his hands off towards the left side of the bed. He looked like a kicked puppy as he eyed the bed, then you, and back there again. Moonlight beaming through a dingy window, and settling on his tresses that blazed like fiery, wet whisps (and my GOODNESS did you adore his hair as it went into waves towards the nape of his neck).
Without hesitation you walk over to the left side where Herman stood and rubbed his forearm gently. "You okay? What's wrong? Talk to me." You were already changed into a simple set of sleep shorts and tank top and couldn't wait to get some sleep, but that could be set aside for now.
"I-I could make you wet- er...I mean, I might soak through it all...make you uncomfortable..." He murmured with a somber expression. It was the people pleaser in him that didn't want you to be upset about the disadvantages of his powers. Your heart nearly broke at that look that his eyes carried. Almost brimming with tears as you took in all of him.
" Hermy, we got the linen bedding, five sets of sheets to rotate between, and more than enough waterproof mattress protectors. Not to mention, I got a special bonnet that works like a shower cap too... I have no trouble accommodating your powers. I want to sleep with my man next to me. You are not taking up space in the way you think you are, and-" Your warm and soft frame enveloped him like it was second nature before you continued. "-you're not getting rid of me that easily, baby." Smirking softly, you place a grounding kiss in the middle of his pale chest. He was moist, covered with freckles, and it was a guilty pleasure of yours to lay your chin against when you look up at him after particularly stressful days.
Herman's breath hitched at what you exclaimed to him at 8:30 pm on a Wednesday, shrouded in complete darkness save for the digital clock on the nightstand and the moonlight ever presently streaming through the old blinds. You said it so confidently, and matter-o-factly that he could not help himself when he nearly 'tackled' you onto your shared bed. You let out a quiet 'oof' noise and a giggle when you hit the mattress. He nestled closer into the crook of your neck and pressed light kisses there as well as any other place that he could reach while you giggled in the quiet bedroom. Finishing it off by bumping his long nose against your own while pecking your welcoming lips. "I never thought... You make me feel... Th-thankyou, y/n." Your smile nearly knocked the wind out of him as you settled in with him on top of you like a light weighted blanket, carding your fingers through his hair while you steal a few kisses from him in return. Your boyfriend was finally feeling at peace with himself. Enough to curl up with you in the middle of the bed, head on top of your own, his leg tucked around your thigh. His body relaxed completely in your hold while he places an arm above your head and the other wrapped around your stomach, soaking in all of your body's natural heat.
For once in his life he felt like he could be himself, unapologetically. You couldn't wait to spend more time together with precious moments like these.
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Today is the day! It’s our 4 year anniversary, you want to do something special for him since Eddie already spoiled you for so many years and you still haven’t returned. He just won’t stop! But he- ugh, adorable best boyfriend ever
First thing in the morning, you woke up early before he did. You’re making the banana pancakes, easiest to make ever, all you can use are almost ripe bananas and eggs, that is.
Mashed the bananas with a fork and mixed with eggs. Turn on the stove and wait till the pans get hot. While the pans are warming up, you slice the strawberries to make them look like a rose.
Father taught you how to make strawberry roses. It can look really hard but it is easier than you think, just slice them outside of strawberry not all the way down. Do bottom up to the top.
Finally, the pans are ready to go, put bacon in and let it cook. You are sure Eddie will wake up by the smell of bacon but wishing he just stays in bed.
While the foods were cooking as you hummed, dancing around, you still can hear Corroded Coffin from the last night, it was the most metal ever. Plus still can hear his beautiful moans while giving him the best blow job he ever had and made him cum twice from the amazing riding his big cock, his favourite and drove him crazier.
Lost when you’re zone out, totally forgot all about bacon and pancakes as they starting burning up, you start sniffing, made shot you up to look at the stove
“Shit!”
As turning off the stove and stare at the pancakes, well, they’re almost black. Damn it. Same as bacon but some of them were really burnt. This is not what you had in your mind, it is supposed to be special, romantic. This is a lot harder than it looks, metalhead made it look so easy.
It takes him many years of practice, no wonder he’s really good at it. That's why you love him so much.
“Morning sweetie”
You gasp as hand over your chest, Jesus Christ you didn’t hear him out of bed. “You scared me”
“Aw I’m sorry, babe. Come here” his arms open, waiting for you to hug him
You pout, closer to his chest, lay your head on his shoulder, arms wrap around his waist. Inhale his bare chest, smell like sex from last night and cigarette, you love it, it so him.
“I’m sorry I ruined your breakfast. It was supposed to be romantic breakfast in bed but then it got disaster” you groans in disappointment
“That’s so sweet of you but you don’t have to do that. It's supposed to be my job.” His words made your heart flutter. Pull away from his hug to look at his beautiful puppy brown eyes
“But you did all the hard work and it was supposed to be my turn but then they’re burnt” you sound like you’re a child making the odd breakfast for mother day.
He chuckles as little stick tongue out, “you can’t beat the romantic man. Here, you sit your ass down and watch your sexy man making breakfast for his wonderful 4 year’s anniversary girlfriend.” He push your body being swiftly spun around and smack your cheek bum to make you squeak and laugh. Unexpectedly, felt his hand wrap around your arm, pulling you back to him again.
You look at him with question face
“Hey.. I didn’t get my morning kiss” his hand were cupping your face, kissing you hungrily. Yours holded his shoulders trying to find some balance. The kiss was special, no one ever kissed you with such a passion, tongue slipping inside your mouth.
Eddie hands started to move down your body caressing every curve he dreamed so much about, until he arrived at your ass. He grabbed it with care and gave it a soft slap. You groans
He's going to be the death of you
Pull away to look at you, “hey, I have an idea, if you want to take a bet. If my gift is way better than yours then you have to do anything I say.”
Shit, fuck. His brown eyes already turn dark. Fuck. You do know what his plans with you
“And if my gift is better than yours?” You question, raise brow up
“Anything you want me to”
You’re smirking, you like this and you know you are going to win, your gift is way better than him, it must have. Oh yeah, you are definitely the winner.
“You’re on, Munson”
Today all you have the plans, the perfect plans
Eddie does know that you do have plans with him, take him to the best memories places.
First thing is to take him the lovers lake. That was the first time you met him. It was the weirdest day ever because your ex-best friend was an asshole to you since she untied your top bathing suit and ripped it off of you and took it off. You had to stay in freezing water, no one saved you.
Thankfully the person showed up but wasn’t expecting to see Eddie Munson show up with the bands. Well shit. You had no choice but to ask for his help. He was so sweet and helpful as he grabbed his dark blue shirt from the van and gave it to you. It felt warm, must be he wore it and took it off before arrived here. Boys turn around to not look at you. Tapping his shoulder, turning back to look at you again, you both can’t stop smiling or staring at each other. You and Eddie never stop hanging out.
Second things, at lunch time, you took him to Benny's restaurant, that's how you and Eddie got the first date, it was kinda ruined because your ex boyfriend showed up, what a wonderful night… Chance keeps saying that you’re still his girlfriend, how frustrating was that? It only been a month and he still has not moved on, all he did was cheat on you.
Eddie stranded up for you to push Chance away and he made a move to punch Eddie face, everything went loud and shocking. Thank god for Ben stopped them as he pulled them apart to ask what happened. You told him that Chance made a move first, Ben kicked him out and let you have a nice dinner with Eddie for free. It was perfect night, Eddie save the night
Third things, take him to the comic book store, it was a beautiful memory but terrible. One afternoon, Eddie took you to the comic store for Will's birthday gift and unexpectedly ran into Tommy and Carol, your ex-best friend. Why does the universe keep ruining our day?!
Tommy won’t shut his dirty mouth, keep saying that your boyfriend was a freak, trailer trash and garbage, made you snap. As you punch his face, possibly you heard his bone crack, thinking his nose was broken. Carol was snapped too, grab your hair into fist and pull to make you yelp in pain. Eddie pushes Tommy back before he reaches you. Tommy started to fight with metalhead.
Finally Sheriff Hopper and two more cops showed up to stop fighting. As Jim and the cop pull Eddie and Tommy apart, another cop pulls Carol away from you, the store manager holds you back from her.
You explain to Hopper about what happened that Tommy made a move “first” and the manager agreed with you, exactly what happened, because they didn’t like them at all. So cops pull Tommy and Carol out of the comic book store and never return again because they were banned.
Manager let you and Eddie have two free comic books each. You both were so happy and feeling so lucky. He pulled out Fantastic 4 & Daredevil, his favourite. You pull out Wonder Woman & the Amazing Spider-Man, you think Peter Parker was hot, got metalhead jealous. You didn’t forget one night, he fuck you like a beast.
The last thing is to take him to dinner at home. He doesn’t understand that part, how was that special? So you’ll explain to him later.
You are making the dinner (this time you won’t burn ‘cause you made them before) the butter chicken by slicing the raw chicken breast into the cubes then putting them onto the pot, you can hear them sizzling.
Next thing is wash the rice three times until the water is clear and fill up the water again and leave out for 30 minutes, they’ll taste better after cooking them.
Finally explaining to him the reason why that night was so special because after the dinner, you and Eddie were sitting on the couch while drinking the coffee, you both doesn’t want to end it so why not just keep talking and continue but then after almost hours, curly-haired made a move as leaning to your lips, softly kissing, like making love.
Took you to our bedroom and had slow sex went for hours and hours. It was beautiful, all he just kept staring at your beautiful colour eyes and kissing on your blushing cheeks, nose, chin and forehead, all over the place. He keeps telling you that he loves you so much, wants to spend the rest of your life with him and he just wants to show you how much you mean to him and take things nice and slow.
Eddie thinks today is really the greatest day ever, bringing all memories back to make him happier. He may know that you are going to win but he still thinks you’re not, he can’t wait much longer but be patient and don’t want to ruin the wonderful night. Spending time with you is his favourite thing.
Both finish dinner
“Thank you for today and dinner. That was an amazing babe. I love you” That beautiful blush rises like the sun across his face. He smiles at you; a twinkling, boyish grin, his muted freckles a scattering haze along the dimples of his cheeks. He’s beautiful in every sense of the word, and you can seldom believe that he’s yours.
You smiled, “you’re welcome. Now it's time to open the gift! I’ll be back” As you stood up, went upstairs to the bedroom and grabbed the gift but gotta change the clothes, you want to look more nicely.
You slip on the embroidery trim plain Satin Slips, it’s beautiful brown, contrast lace and deep v neck, just perfect fit like a glove. He will love this. Finally grab the gift and back downstairs to the living room.
Unexpectedly, you see him in a tuxedo and the roses pile all over the floor, candle lights. Is that what you think this is?
“Eddie? What is this?” Your heart is racing, you have no idea how you felt, excited or nervous but goddamn excited. Standing in front of him, staring at him. My gosh, he look so nervous almost ready to explode
“Sweetie. You are an amazing, wonderfully beautiful person I was ever in love with. First time I saw you in high school and I was swooning, it made my heart explode. God I was so nervous to talk to you but so glad I ran to you at the lovers lake” you laughed, eyes full of tears when Eddie smiled.
He continued, “I knew this day was perfect because I finally can talk to you. Your eyes colour is my favourite, beautiful skin that I love our body touch and your voice is my music. I really want to spend time with you to have a family, the mini munson.”
You really can’t stop smiling to make your cheeks hurt and have no idea how long you've been crying, damn the ruined makeup. But don’t care, he still loves you with no mess or mess. Watching him one knee down and pull the little red box out of his pocket, open it
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes millions times yes!” As push yourself into his hug and kiss hard, almost crush the teeth. Sparking an electrical bolt through your entire body.
Pull apart, Eddie pulls the ring out and slides into your finger, perfect fit. Gosh it’s so beautiful, it has an enhanced black diamond centered along a graceful split shank that shimmers with sparkling white diamonds. Soon he will be your husband
It’s your turn. You are freaking nervous about this gift. “Eddie, open mine” as you give him the blue box with white bow
He grinning, can’t wait to find out what’s in it. You and him move to sit on the couch and let him rip the bow off and slide open, scanning inside. Lift the frame of art that you drew it, it him in the Fantastic 4 with four more characters
Steve is Reed Richards/Mr. Fantastic, Nancy’s Susan Storm/Invisible Girl and think Jonathan is Ben Grimm/The Thing. Finally Eddie is Johnny Storm/Human Torch and you’re standing behind him with arms wrapped around his neck. God he loves it so much.
“Think I look good with short, almost blonde hair?” Eyes found yours
“Oh heck no, I love your hair. But what do you think?” You crooned in nervous
“I love it. Thank you.” Kiss your lips
You told him there’s more. He keeps digging in as take the blue paper out, it’s another F4, a comic book issues 282, 1961 the first series. Never thought he would see this again, it was his first book since he was a little boy but then Allen destroyed the book. Eddie has been looking for that book forever but none was found.
“Oh my god, babe! How do you find that?!” Eyes full of bright as tapping his foot
“Well I got a little help.” Smirking on your face. Dustin was the one who helped you to find it, it wasn’t easy but after calling 16 comic stores and one of them found it, it was in California. You drove there with Robin and Steve, you hate driving by yourself, it was too lonely.
But it worth it
“There's one more in there!”
“Jesus, you don’t have to do that” he doesn’t like for you spending too much for him, he think it so sweet but he doesn’t need anything but you
“Well this one I can’t return,” you smile.
Last thing as he pulls another blue paper out and sees blue roll fabric, think it a shirt but look small. Pull it out and roll out and it’s a baby bodysuit, got 4 on it, of course, it’s F4. But wait..
Eddie's eyes meet yours, is that what he thinks this is? “Are yo- are you having a baby?”
Nodding your head as smiling showing the teeth, tears already falling down your cheeks “we’re having babies. Twins.”
His eyebrows shot up under his bangs, eyes went widely, “holy shit! Twins! That’s amazing!” Definitely not wasting his time as arms wrap around you, hugs tightly. “Wait, how long?” Pull back to look at you again
“Remember the special night I told you about it?”
“That’s two months ago? Holy shit.” He laughed. “God I love you so much and I love you too” as he leans down to your belly, kisses and hand covers your belly, your hand covers his.
“Look like we both win” you said, grinning
Laughing out loud as nodding his head. “Yeah I swear I thought I was going to win but damn” you both laughed.
“Hey! I just release that we are-“
You finish his sentence, “Fantastic Four, yup” popping the P.
Regulus was sitting on the back porch. Not in the chair, of course, but on the steps leading down to the grass. Here he was just covered by the awning but still getting a bit wet from the light misty rain. He was wrapped in a blanket and had a warm tea in his hand, content with the only sounds being the pitter-patter of the rain, the rustling of the leaves and branches in the wind, and the laughter from his little boy who was chasing a brave butterfly.
Regulus was so happy watching his son living his childhood. He wanted nothing more for him except to not have to grow up too fast.
The only thing that could make this morning better would be James, but he was away on a "business trip." Regulus placated James by never questioning these monthly trips, but they both knew he was going to help Lupin during the full moon. Regulus didn't understand what help he was truly being but Regulus knew James, Sirius, and Peter had been keeping Remus safe the morning after since their youth.
"Papa! Papa!" Harry yelled getting Regulus' attention. He never knew how to feel about his son catching him daydreaming but he figured if he paid attention when he called, that made up for the few moments of Regulus being in his own head.
"Oui mon beau?" Regulus called back, taking a sip of his tea.
"Regarde! Regardez là!" And little hands pointed at the wooded area beyond their property line.
"It's a deer!" Harry yelled.
"That's right Harry, we have to be quiet to not scare it away okay," Regulus replied. Though he was surprised it hadn't been spooked already.
"Ahh! It's coming!" Harry yelled and turned to quickly run over to Regulus. When Harry crawled under his arm, Regulus watched the deer coming closer, closer, closer. Regulus could have sworn it had ring markings around the eyes. And then Regulus realized why the wild animal looked familiar.
"Harry go inside, wash your hands, and put some dry clothes on and then we will watch a movie before lunch okay?" Regulus said kissing Harry's head. He jumped up and ran inside.
"Okay. James." Regulus tutted, rolling his eyes he watched the deer transform back into his husband.
"Do you think one of these days he won't run away from me?" James said strutting over to Regulus.
"Hi to you too, why do you always come back like that?" Regulus said putting a soft hand on James face and then playfully shoving it away. James only smiled.
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers too, love," James said laughing and then kissed Regulus on the cheek. "I hear we are watching a movie before lunch," James said as they walked inside.
"Yes after we get cleaned up, go take a shower will you," Regulus replied, but only fondness filled his tone. One of these days he will actually ask, but for now it was enough that James always came back.
IT’S FINE TO FAKE IT ‘TIL YOU MAKE IT (‘TIL IT’S TRUE)
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Harry Styles @HarryStyles_KE
hi again! so, i wanted to apologize one more time for the whole “helogogjs good gksdjid” thing, and also say that i didn’t just accidentally open your DM’s when i wasn’t paying attention earlier. i sort of had a question about a tweet you posted yesterday? like. the whole “rent a boyfriend” thing? is that something you were serious about? and if so, how does one come to hire you to be their boyfriend? i’m, um, asking for a friend
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Harry dreads an impending visit to his hometown, where he’ll be forced to reunite with a newly engaged ex-boyfriend, a childhood best friend turned near stranger, and a family who never understood just how desperately he needed to leave.
In the midst of it all, a ludicrous Twitter proposition brings him to Louis.
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a larry fake dating au | strangers to friends to lovers pining | fluff fluff fluff | and some angst | but mostly fluff | happy ending | inordinate amount of taylor swift references | lou’s kangaroo truths
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Not really a part 2, just an additional chapter (link to the original story)
Fluff
TW : borderline coded
Words count : ~400
You slowly opened your eyes. But your eyes saw nothing. It was dark, around you. Dark but not completely black, but you couldn’t spot the source of light. And after a few seconds, your eyes, accustomed to this darkness, began to distinguish, between the shadows, some forms, probably furniture. Where were you? In your room at the HDC? No, the window wasn’t on the same wall, and in your cell, there were blinds on it. Here, the long curtains let in the yellow light of some neon street lamps. Moreover, the sheets didn’t smell the antiseptic scent of the HDC ones. And it wasn't your room in your little flat either. It wasn’t your bed, nor your bedside table. On the floor, it was parquet, not plastic flooring. And… You had no rug.
A car passed by the house, and headlights pierced the night. The light slid against the wall, circling the room while the sound of the engine was getting away. Your gaze following the rotation of the illumination, you saw the room a little better. It was spacious, and comforting. You couldn’t know why you found it comforting. You knew you were in a safe place. But where? This window, this desk, this closet, this door, this painting, this other door seemed familiar. However your mind, still foggy from sleep, couldn’t remember. What time was it? You were thirsty. Behind the second door, you knew a bathroom. With a lazy wave of your hand, you pulled yourself out of the blanket and sat upright on the bed, yawning.
Two arms embraced your waist.
You startled.
A sleepy whisper came out of the dark.
“Stay in bed, angel…”
The arms dragged you down to lay you on the bed, and then she pulled your body against her, spooning you. Her face sank in your hair, and she left several kisses on your neck.
“I love you, angel.”
Larissa. Now you remembered. It was Larissa’s room. How could you forget this room? Now you were connecting the dots. It was her perfume, her sheets, her bed, her bedside table, her window, her curtains, her rug, her closet, her doors, her bathroom. You snuggled up to her a little more, enjoying her breath against your spine.
“Riss’?”
“Mmh?”
“You promise you won’t leave me again?”
She placed sweet kisses on your shoulder.
“I promise,” she murmured, her lips against your skin, “now sleep. You need rest.”
You nodded and closed your eyes. She was here with you. Her body against yours, her arms wrapping you. Nothing else mattered.
AN: i felt very gay today. i am also trying to get back into writing, so have some Anna fluff.
warnings: none :)
The wooden door creaks as it falls shut. You shiver involuntarily as a gush of ice-cold air swaps into the room, chill seeping through your skin and into your bones. Nonetheless, you turn around, eager to greet the woman stepping inside the cabin.
Anna grunts in displeasure as the shakes the snow off of the furry coat she's wearing. A giggle escapes your lips at the grimace adoring her features.
"Cold?", the corners of your mouth shift into a roguish smile. You can't help but tease her sometimes.
"Be quiet.", the playful glint in her eyes betrays the seriousness of her gruff voice.
With a fleet glance over your figure, she turns around to get rid of her axe. The weapon clutters as it lands in the corner next to the door, forgotten for now.
Her coat follows, carelessly thrown over the back of a chair. The snow coating it drips to the floor and melts into little puddles.
"Let me help you.", abandoning the tea you had been making, you step up to her and tenderly comb the remaining snow out of her dark hair. Dark eyes focus on your own, grazing over your face with an unreadable expression. You try not to get flustered as you focus on her hair, even though the slight tremble of your fingers is most likely giving you away.
You silently curse yourself as Anna's lips curve into a smug grin. So she did notice.
"Too close for you?", it is now her turn to tease, and you take a step back, trying to hide your sheepish smile with an arched brow.
"Be quiet.", you cite her words from earlier, cross your arms and turn around as she chuckles at your behavior.
Silence penetrates the air for a little, while before Anna walks over to the worn couch. Her steps are heavy and loud in the small cabin.
Grunting, the woman drops on the seat, lazily watching you work. She stretches her legs, boots dangerously close to the licking flames of the fire pit. You swear you can hear her moan softly as the warmth finally seeps into her skin.
A soft call of your name makes you raise your head and your eyes fall onto the Huntress' stretched out hands, beckoning you to join her. Warmth floods your chest at her blissful expression.
"Give me a second."
You take the teapot off the stove and turn it off, making sure you don't burn yourself with the hot iron, before you shuffle over to your lover.
Her hands find your body before you're even on the couch, wide palms pushing your hips in between her legs. You sigh as Anna kisses your abdomen, wet tresses of hair dampening your clothes.
"Missed you.", her words are muffled against your skin.
"I missed you, too.", with an adoring smile, you take her face into your hands, cupping her jaw as she looks up at you. Her gaze finds yours as your thumb soothes over her scarred cheek.
"Let me finish the tea, and then I'll join you here, hm?", you whisper, relishing in the way she leans into your touch.
Cold, strong hands on your waist pull a surprised yelp from you as she pulls you on top of her, arms locking you in place.
"Tea can wait.", she grumbles, kissing your collarbone as you weakly fight against her hold. Eventually, you still anyway and relax, savoring the feeling of her lips on your skin with the soft sound of crackling wood in the background.
Cold days in the red forest could be dangerous and cruel, but this one wasn't and for now, you'd cherish that.
Hi) I’m not rly sure if I should write my request here or somewhere else, but I loved your Loki x reader with wings hcs so could you please make Steven Grant x reader with wings or Bruno Madrigal x reader with wings hcs (or both if you feel like it) Pretty please )))) Sorry if it’s weird and thanks soooo much. Lots of love ❤️❤️❤️
The request is not weird at all dear!
Steven grant x reader with wings
He’s so intrigued by them, a little creeped out but still intrigued
He would watch to touch them but make sure you’re ok with it first
Loves LOVES when you warp both of you with them, it feels so comforting
When he’s cleaning his flat and sees some of your feathers on the ground he collects them in a box
If you try flying with him be prepared for a round of high pitched screaming
"Calm down I got you!" "Marc is better at this than me!!"
He’s always admiring how soft they look
Literally there’s a whole photo album on his phone for you when yourself sleeping
Not in a creepy way obviously, he tells you he thinks when you sleep with your wings around you, you look so cute
I can see him turning your fallen feathers into decoration for the flat
Even though you fly, he still panics when you sit on the edge of the balcony
Calls you silly bird or birdie, sometimes even Angel
At one point he gets comfortable enough to snuggle with you and let the wings cover him as well
