⟢ — dawn , aries , writer , intp-t , dedicated toner , chalant , random southeast asian , i write when im high , not accepting requests ! , a song in my head.
𑣲 LEON S. KENNEDY // scratching his stubble || did you miss me? || american hot boy || angels and slow kisses || murder your memory || domesticity || heart shaped bandages || once and then we’ll be free || i love you, leon || wavering focus || date night || undying love || looking out for you (coming soon) || there is nothing here.
⤷ MIDNIGHT SUMMERTOWN (coming soon)
𑣲 CARLOS OLIVEIRA // pillows || there is nothing here.
you looked at yourself in the mirror this morning, in a sports bra and underwear, noticing a slight pudge on your belly like it personally came to make you suffer. you frowned at your belly.
leon was leaning by the doorframe, crossing his arms as if he’d seen this a million times over, each and every morning.
"leon, i’m gaining weight again…" you mumbled sadly. you were often insecure about that, and constantly thinking whether leon would leave you to be with some hotter chick, but he always made you feel otherwise.
leon sighed and went over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing his stubbled cheek against the curve of your neck. "you think i care about that weight crap?" he asked, running his hand over your pudge belly. you didn’t answer.
"i didn’t choose you just because you’re hot, though you really are, but because you’re you. you’re the one that decided to stay with me through it all. even when we fought, i still love you will all my heart." he kissed your neck, travelling up to your jaw. "that’s why i chose you as my wife." he said.
"but i’m still gaining weight…" you said under your breath, but leon didn’t have ass hearing for someone his age. "good. it means you’re healthy." he reasoned, but you thought otherwise. "but i checked myself on the scale, and i gained 6lbs in a week!"
leon didn’t care though, and he smiled, holding you tighter. "doesn’t mean you’re overweight, just means i have more wife to love."
if ppl are waiting for their reqs to be done i’m really trying to lock in this year and force my director for me to be in extra support in FRENCH. also i’m doing a fresh restart to PRAY that nothing will be as fucked up as this year
author’s note ! ; reminds me of this time my guy friend and i were js hanging out. he was on my chest and started talking abt random bs lol
0.4k , fluff , eepy and talkative carlos , pre-raccoon city , mentions of crime
resident evil masterlist !
"MEU AMOR, ARE YOU ASLEEP?" he whispered, resting his cheek on the pillow while he had another arm wrapped under it. "yeah, about to…" you yawned as you spoke, stretching your legs before turning to face him. his eyes were half lidded, staring at just how perfect you are in this moment. "mm, tired?" he asked, scooting closer. "long day, sweetheart. go to sleep, okay?" you ordered with a soft voice.
you kissed his forehead and bade him goodnight, but it was clear that he wasn’t done talking yet. with you, he blabbers a lot more about his day, even if your ears are falling off. though somehow, you can’t find it in your heart to tell him to shut up.
"you know today, the guys and i were talking about the recent case in Wyoming. ‘parently the guy was gay, and some dudes beat him and tied him till he died of… head injuries." his hand was on your waist, rubbing his thumb on your skin. "don’t get why people are so mean about something that isn’t that deep. love is love, you know?" he looked up. you hummed. "yeah, don’t get it either…" you yawned.
you were trying your best to listen, but you were really tired. "it’s crazy how people are so… so not able to accept loving the same sex. ‘s stupid…" he murmured. "mhm, can you sleep now?" you asked groggily. "can’t keep up with you anymore…" carlos did not look guilty at all. "then i’ll lull you with my voice. sleeeeep…" he attempted to sing you to sleep, but you laughed and flicked his forehead. "alright, alright. i’ll stay up."
"mm, i forgot to tell you that the sink had something wrong… fixed it this morning." he mentioned. "oh, is that why is sounded all squeaky when the water was running?" you tilted your head to the side, and he nodded. "mhm… can i get a thank you?" he asked, rather politely. "thank you, carlos. good job." you smiled and kissed his cheek.
an hour passed, you weren’t able to keep up with him anymore.
"mm, i love you so much [name]…" he whispered, holding you tighter. "i’m so glad i could have someone like you."
then he kept rambling about how much he loved you, blah blah blah.
"…’m gonna marry you someday." he said, kissing your cheek. he reached out for your left hand, staring at your ring finger with awe. "gonna put the prettiest ring on you, dunno if i can afford it, but i will." he vowed.
you were trying your best not to smile.
carlos snuggled closer to you, mumbling about loving you forever until he slept too.
the next day, you had to try your best to stay nonchalant.
"do i look good, leon?" you asked, fixing your hair and adjusting your necklace. he hadn’t spoken in a long while, and you were beginning to worry if he didn’t like it or not.
"leon? hello?" your brows furrowed when you didn’t hear a response. then you turned your head, and leon looked absolutely lovestruck.
his eyes were wide, cheeks pink and his mouth almost curved up to a smile. suddenly, he felt nervous. you laughed at his expression, cupping his cheek. "hey, are you okay, sweetheart?" you asked.
your touch must’ve somehow woken him up. "uh- uh, yeah, yeah. i, uh, i’m good… okay. yeah." he blurted suddenly. "do i look good for our date tonight, leon?" you repeated. he gulped, trying to not space out and admire. "god, you look more than good," he said, steadying his voice.
his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close just for him to kiss your neck. you barely heard him say how lucky he was to have someone as beautiful as you.
he cleared his throat and pulled away. he had a habit of going too far, and the last time he kissed your neck, you both ended up missing the dinner reservation.
"so, uh, are you ready to go?" he looked at you, wanting your validation. "yeah, definitely." you nodded, smiling. but leon didn’t move. he continued to stare at you like you were the only thing holding his universe together.
you see him after a week of radio silence, the ring on his finger glinting under ambulance lights.
a week of no calls, no texts, not even a warning beforehand. it was easy to say that you wanted to tie him up and hit his sides, or cut his balls.
"ma’am, you cannot be here—" a poor medic tried to stop you, but you shoved him away, clearly enraged.
leon could feel it. the way the air changed and almost smelled like you in your expensive perfume. he was in trouble.
"you!" you said loudly. he turned, pretending not to hear you. even if he was in something as prestigious as the dso, leon was still scared of you. he didn’t even know why he was trying to pretend that you weren’t mad.
"leon, you look at me or i am leaving you right here." his head shot up as soon as you spoke, you were glad the threat worked beautifully. "okay, love, listen—" he tried to reason, but you weren’t having it. "no, you listen to me, mr. kennedy," you interrupted. his lips pursed shut. "who do you think you are, thinking that you could suddenly leave with no words, no plans, not even a warning in advance?!" you shouted, even the paramedics were looking at leon worriedly.
leon tried to glance at one of the people walking around, but you caught his attention immediately. "no. you are not looking anywhere else except my eyes, do you understand me?" you were clearly mad, leon was extremely aroused by your authority over him.
he gulped, "yes, ma’am."
leon had no choice but to listen despite the haze fogging his mind. he found you hot when you were angry.
i was studying and finishing exams, and at the same time, hang out with a friend that would move away to another country, and grieve another due to suicide.
june is a fucked up month for me and idk if i can continue writing for now. i’ve been overwhelmed with not writing for a while and i feel bad that it has been so empty for you all, i’m really sorry for this sudden hiatus, but i hope that you will all take it kindly or respectfully.
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no one is surprised that the mr is here, but i love how aesthetic this turned out to be hehe also that quote hit kinda hard ngl 🥀
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well rn its my relapse (addiction to… bad things) could be my photography but it’s my last shoot tomorrow.
it’s most likely me already planning fics in my head, going out to see my baby boy, continuing resident evil 2 remake, or preparing for my military eval (e.g.: sewing my rank, ironing my uniform, cleaning my badges, etc.)
