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-> Silent Hill (Sundershend, Pendleshend, James/Reader, Henry/Almost Anyone), Mclennon and Chernobyl 2019 Reader-Inserts (Especially with Legasov and Dyatlov)!

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He would cherish every interaction with you, feeling guilt with that sad smile of his for moving on (he still feels very guilty, but he has been developing BIG feelings for you ever since you started seeing each other more and more...It's not at the date stage, until... it is, like after weeks and weeks of suffering and swallowing down his feelings, the heart racing, sweating hands, and slightly blushing cheeks sort of feelings.);

He always subtly sneaks a look at you, drinking you in whenever your eyes and your attention are somewhere else;

It's the sort of time that he allows himself to just...be, to just look at you and let the feelings wash over him; his intense affection, his attraction to your beauty, your infectious and heart-warming smiles and laughter.

He has that wonderment feel to him, that a person like you is here with him once more, "wasting" (for him, you sort of are) your precious, limited time with a man like him; still, a small smile escapes his rigid penance, for his luck, your generosity. He's so thankful to whatever creature put you in his path, and to you, for actually caring and liking him back (he doubts you would feel as intensely as he does, but he almost doesn't mind). He also almost feels at peace, his fingers fidgeting just a little less nervous, less agitated;

Chances are? That you will catch him a few times, doing just that, and he won't even catch himself before you turn, even after the second or third times because he was just so focused, so lost in watching you, in admiring you from "afar", because he doesn't feel brave enough to directly do so, nor worthy, nor allowed to look at you openly, transparent with the full force of his longing.

He blushes and smiles embarrassedly, looking away like a schoolboy and you don't tease him much for it. You know how shy and ashamed he can be, and you understand the feeling.

James has to fight the thoughts of you when he needs to pay attention to something else, like some office work he is doing now.

Sometimes, he spends hours thinking of you on his bed, a hand resting over his belly. Thinking of the times he made you smile or even laugh, not at him but because of him, with him. The times you touched him to comfort him, even if fleeting, even if you were just trying to be a good friend to him.

It's after one of those touches, like a hug after a bad night that he just...gives in and hugs you with all he has, letting the tears fall quietly, sniffing...then, his nose brushing your neck, he can't help but breathing you in, feeling soothed by your warmth, your perfume, sighing with that longing rushing through him like it was kept hostage in his head, in his heart.

He apologizes for it, feeling too weird even for himself, pulling away, but since you don't look disgusted in the slightest, just surprised with a soft air of anticipation, and your arms don't move away from his back, he looks up, hopeful, so hopeful, despite the guilt trying to crush, smother it with its ravenous hunger;

And you smile....and he melts, and without thinking (because if he does, he won't ever say or do anything, especially when it is this important to him) he kisses you, it's an awkward, hard kiss but it is perfect as he touches you with his hands, cupping your cheeks like you are precious and for him, you absolutely are and probably will always be;

Then James will awkwardly ask you on a date, still ashamed, still guilty, still embarassed, his eyes darting a little as he blushes...but so hopeful (despite everything), you can see it on his wondering, shy smile and he thinks he may just die because he even tried, with how much his heart is racing, feeling like it was going to force its way through his throat, but he doesn't, and it feels like a miracle, like you are his miracle;

Every date from then on is full of small touches, embarrassed smiles, and warmth, so much warmth! Cozy warmth, the warmth that keeps a person alive and well, warmth that makes you feel like you never will feel cold ever again;