I thought it might be a good time to introduce myself a little. My name is Shell. I am 29, full-time solo esthi, massage therapist and make-up artist and part-time fanfiction writer for my favorite Resident Evil characters ✨
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Summary: Newly married and missing your family, Leon books you two a flight. It's a long flight though and neither of you can control yourselves.
Word count: 2,377
Notes: I've had this idea for so long and I've been dying to write for this specific era.
Warnings: smut, plane sex, biting, p in v, riding, multiple orgasms, wine drinking,
It had been another night of wedded bliss. Both of you still naked and Leon wrapped around you. His bulky arm thrown over your waist and his chiseled chest pressed into your spine. Your legs are woven together and he's so toasty warm.
His body heat seeps into you pleasantly. His calm, steady breaths caress your skin. It's peaceful and everything you'd been dreaming of. Yet, something felt off. You'd been fighting the feeling.
It felt like life was too good to complain. All your dreams were coming true so why were you feeling sad? Now, wide awake against your will the answer revealed itself. It's your family. You're missing them.
They weren't perfect by any means, but you loved them. When Leon proposed you packed up. A few weeks before the wedding you were settled into his place. Well, his place was in Washington D.C. So, things had to change.
Not that you minded. You were excited for it, really. But its been a few months and you used to see at least one family member every week. Not anymore. You sigh and burrow into your pillow. You really shouldn't be bothered so much by this.
Silent tears begin to fall and small sniffles are muffled into the pillow. You're angry at yourself for being so whiny and ungrateful. You're a grown adult. It's not a big deal to be away from family. Leon's your family now. That should be enough, right?
The warm husk of your husband's voice reaches you. Your name falling from his lips in a concerned tone. "Go to bed, honey. It's nothing." You try to hide the way you swipe at your eyes and erase the wobble from your voice. Leon, of course, is not having it.
"Liar." His muscular arm rolls you over so he can look you in the eyes. Your red-rimmed, watery eyes. His own are soft and searching yours. "Tell me what's wrong."
You sigh, knowing you can't hide from your husband. "I'm just missing my family and feeling stupid for it."
"That's not stupid." His calloused thumb arches over your cheek and his lips meet your brow. You melt, a part of you already soothed by him like you received the loveliest lullaby.
"I could book us a flight. We could leave tomorrow." His kisses trail off. Lips caressing every inch of your face. Right down to your chin and the column of your throat.
"You'd really do that?" He shifts on top of you and your hands glide along his spine. Your head falls back into the pillow, exposing your throat to his affectionate marking. The blanket shifts on top of Leon, barely covering his ass.
"Of course. It's no problem." He mumbles against your skin as if it's the easiest thing in the world. No doubt he'll pull some strings, but your thoughts are drifting. More and more you're focused on the heat building between you two.
His kisses deepen, worshipping the curve of your shoulder and the plains of your chest. You moan, grip tightening on him. His hardening member teases your entrance and in response your legs lock around his waist.
His sultry chuckle in response signals the end of your rest. It's safe to say, you're both whipped for each other. In the morning, he'll have scratches down his back and you'll have bruises on your hips.
The next day Leon wakes you up with a gentle shake of your shoulders and a kiss on your forehead. The sun is high in the sky, revealing that he let you sleep in. You groan, gradually waking and rubbing at your eyes.
"I got your bags packed. Should have time for breakfast and a shower." He sighs, and continues in a sarcastic tone. "And double check what I packed you because apparently I always forget something." He evens adds air quotes. You just laugh in return, grinning at the man you chose to share the rest of your life with.
You leave the comfy bed and head straight towards Leon. Your fingers curl around the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him forward and kissing his prickly jaw. "Thank you, honey."
His lashes flutter and his whole body relaxes. Muscles melting and thoughts narrowed in on you. Before his arms can trap you and his mouth can consume your attention you slip away. "I'm gonna go shower now, okay?"
You walk away but not without leaving a flirty wink. You hear his answered sigh and mumbled complaint.
The afternoon slips by, a filling breakfast and a satisfying shower. It's a struggle to not go at it at least one more time before leaving especially when Leon's eyes are always devouring you. But you somehow manage to keep on track, reaching the airport in time.
Its luxury and opulence is out of this world. It's clearly for the rich and elite. Most of it is too much to process at the moment. "Ready?" Leon's hand is on your lower back, his other one on a suitcase's handle. You nod, smiling up at the ruggedly handsome man.
Some employees in formal outfits guide you along until you're both in a private jet. "Leon, this is insane." Your eyes are wide as you take in the interior. Large leather seats, cushions, flowers, and furnished wood. Only you and your husband as passengers.
He laughs before approaching an iced dish holding a wine bottle. "Only the best for Mrs. Kennedy." His eyes dance over you causing your heart to pick up speed and fire to spread throughout you.
He pours two glasses, handing you one. A voice over the intercom startles you. It declares departure and a necessity to buckle into a seat for lift off. Both of you find seats, Leon claiming one by the window and you naturally finding a spot next to him.
It's a bit bumpy even as a luxury vehicle. You give Leon a shaky smile and his free hand takes yours. His hand large and calloused. Yet his grip is gentle and speaks volumes of his love towards you. You lean into him and peer out the window past his shoulder.
"You like it, huh?" Leon murmurs with a faint smile.
"It's incredible!" You nod and let out a chuckle. It's an indescribable sight. A powerful feeling that swirls in your gut and threatens to affect everything in its reach. Tall buildings becoming specks and cars disappearing all together. The steady green earth is all but abandoned. Clouds rise up all around the flying masterpiece. The second prettiest blue you've ever seen is filling your view.
"So, we got a while up here. How do you want to spend it?" Your husband's voice steals your focus. His wine glass is already empty and his thumb is rubbing over your knuckles.
Your eyes lock on thee prettiest blue which is found in the depths of Leon's eyes. Heat crawls up your spine at his expression. Playful yet intense. He might keep this sweet and wholesome. But clearly he wants to indulge in more lustful things.
You reach out, hand brushing his bangs away before cupping his cheek. His lids fall shut and he leans into your palm. A surge of confidence and joy runs through you like a shot of electricity. It's certainly better than an adrenaline rush or the poor attempts of an energy drink.
"What do you wanna do? What do you usually do on your long trips?"
He groans, snuggling further into your palm before placing a kiss on its surface. "Nothing fun I can assure you. It's just a lot of contemplation."
You hum in acknowledgement and he pulls away. His hypnotizing eyes blink at you almost like a puppy wishing to cling to its owner.
"I don't care what we do. I'm just happy I'm here with you." His reply is sincere and quiet. His low voice is a precious thing vibrating in your chest.
And how can you say no to that? Without hesitation you leave your seat and crawl into his lap. "Oh." He laughs, his arms instantly going to grab you and keep you. There's not much room in the row though and you're sliding off. Both of you are laughing now and with awkward maneuvering he unbuckles.
"Alright, get off for a second." You climb off with a defeated sigh and step into the aisle way. He joins you shortly after and scoops you up. Your legs and arms lock around him like a koala. Giddy noises escape you and bury themselves in his skin.
Leon finds a cozy looking seat that's by itself in the luxury jet. Nothing is in front of it to make things difficult. He settles into place, your body snug on his lap. "So, where were we?" Your husband gives you a devastating grin.
You grin in return. Then, your lips are meeting his and things take off.
You're on fire. His rough, thick fingers are playing with your nipples. You squirm in his lap, freeing yourself from your strapless bra yet keeping your top on. You're breathing heavy, nipples aching and back arching. "Oh, god. Leon, I need you." His hands squeeze and caress your freed breasts.
Your hips meet over and over. Two starving animals, humping on one another. Your nails bite into his large shoulders while he bites at your neck. It's only a brush of pain, but he's always careful and his tongue soothes over the mark. "Beg louder, baby. No one is gonna stop us. They're too busy keeping us in the air."
The reminder of your situation in his deep, hungry voice makes your thighs clamp tighter around him. You're thousands of miles up in the air. Located in a private jet with the only other passengers being pilots. It's you and your husband alone.
"Leon, please. I wanna feel you. I want you all over me. Please, honey. Please." His hand tugs your head back as he ravishes your neck. Drawn out sucking and long licks along sensitive skin. You grind harder on the bulge caged in his jeans.
"All over you, huh?" His husky breath washes over your ear. You're sure he would have had you on your hands and knees in an instant if it wasn't for the limitations of this particular seat. No, you'll have to ride him. The thought alone has you whining with shame but no control.
"All over me, Leon. Please, I want you inside me." Your hands grow frantic, clawing at his denim pants and your own clothes. Your clit is throbbing in anticipation of being skin to skin. Yes, marriage has absolutely been a blessing. And neither of you have any desire to stop this.
Leon growls when cool air hits his freed cock. His mouth moves to capture your own, tongues fighting for dominance and spit being shared. One tasting the other in an endless cycle of pleasure. His large hands clamp down on your hips and you know what's next.
"Leon!" You cry out, breaking the kiss when his tip sinks in. Then, his hips roll again. Again and again until he's buried inside your snug warmth.
He says your name, "Fuck. You feel like heaven. You're too good. I'm not gonna stop. We're not stopping until the plane lands."
When you're finally adjusted there's no mercy.
You cling to him as he thrusts up into you. Your hips shake and jerk, eager to contribute. But he's taking you for the ride. Your cries and his groans grow to a concerning volume. So, that's when his lips crash into yours. He's holding you tight to his chest while thrusting up into you.
He's fast and relentless, strong arms holding you in place. Your eyes roll back as your cunt squeezes his dick ruthlessly. Your orgasm is fierce and all consuming. His mouth leaves your swollen lips and glides down your throat.
"I'm not done yet." His voice is deep and rasping. His dick twitches inside of you, but it's still rock solid and holding you open. You whimper, rolling your hips into his desperate thrusts.
You plant your hands on his chest and get to work. You lift yourself up and drop down. You're shaking something terrible, but he slows down so you can take over. You ride your husband in the belly of a private jet. His hands worshipping your body and his groans music to your ears.
He calls your name again followed by curses. The smell of sex surrounds you and sweat causes your remaining clothes to stick. Slick noises from your pussy meeting his dick is all too mesmerizing. "Baby, I can't . . ." Leon trails off, losing it first.
His teeth sink into the crook of your neck as his hips stutter beneath you. His cum filling you up. Your hands tighten on his shoulders and your head falls back as the second orgasm crashes over you.
Shuttered breaths and trembling limbs are the aftermath. Leon gently brushes kisses where he bit you and mumbles an apology. Your hand curls around his nape, fingers playing in the ends of his hair.
You could stay here forever. Both of you intertwined in every way imaginable. His arms holding you on his muscular thighs. His head buried in your neck like a tired dog.
"So what now? There's a shower . . ." He scoffs, "sorta. Oh, and there's a bed."
You choke out a laugh and pull his head back from you. "If there's a bed, why did you take me here?"
"I don't know. Wasn't thinking with my head." He shrugs, amused and far too proud of himself. You both know what was doing the thinking for him.
"Yeah, okay. Well, let's go to the bed." You just shake your head at him before carefully climbing off.
Before he's even done zipping his jeans back up he's mentioning a round two. "You're crazy." At this point you're laughing. No longer able to fight how giddy he makes you. Leon picks you up bridal style this time.
"Maybe, but something tells me you like it." Leon tilts his head and adds a devious smirk to completely wipe out any reservations you might have.
"Shut up and take me to bed." You flutter your lashes at him, voice lowered in a flirtatious manner.
"Yes, ma'am."
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I'm sorry this took so long. I've been teasing it for it awhile. It's because I was scared of getting his character wrong. 😅
(Some missions require a little Mr. Kennedy aftercare)
Word Count: ~ 2.5k
Rating: T - established relationship, slice of life but it's government agents, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort with one eye closed, Leon Kennedy being a good husband
Author's Note: I am currently on a hiking vacation (hiked up my first ever mountain 😏) but it took us 9 hours to get here, so I naturally wrote this piece in the car hahaha travel day well spent. The idea for this came to me when I felt super vulnerable with my health situation (which got a little better, still working on it! Thank you lovelies for all the kind words you send my way - you know who you are ily 💕), so I wanted to write some comfort to share. It felt natural to write it as my favorite, the CIA!Reader again (and weave it into the Missionverse to mention Dispatcher Dave with a very on brand popculture anecdote - I hope it's okay I bring him up all the time I unfortunately love him so much he somehow comes so naturally to me as a side character), and I like how it turned out so domestic yet kinda exotic with the prefaced mission of this haha. I so hope you enjoy, all the love! 🥰
"Ugh," you groaned, a sound caught somewhere between exhaustion and disgust as you finally arrived at your apartment door after three long days.
That last day of the mission had been especially brutal. You felt sticky all over. Dave, your dispatcher, had described it as "fabulously bloody – like Carrie, but with more glitter." Thankfully, you hadn't massacred an entire graduating class.
Your keys jingled as you found the right one and turned it in the lock. A soft click later, the door swung open.
Another sound escaped you – this time, somewhere between a sigh and a pained groan – as you kicked the uncomfortable, glittery pink heels from your feet.
Without bothering to switch on the lights or announce yourself, you headed straight for the bathroom. You weren't even sure whether Leon was home or away on a mission himself.
The clothes – or rather, your disguise – needed to end up on the floor as quickly as possible... and preferably be burned afterward. You peeled yourself out of a pair of skin-tight leather leggings. You'd only managed to get into them in the first place thanks to an absurd amount of baby powder. Now, after hours of sweat, glitter, alcohol, and blood clinging to your skin, getting them back over your hips and thighs felt like one of the greatest feats of strength of your life.
You grunted and groaned, finally wrestling the creaking leather down to your ankles, when the door at the end of the hallway opened – the office.
Quickly, you scooped the leggings into one hand and straightened up, hoping to look at least a little less pathetic. Though, truthfully, you knew it hardly made a difference.
Leon stepped into the hallway – not just poking his head out to check whether you still had all your limbs attached, but immediately crossing the hallway, his tall frame making a beeline for you the way the two of you always did whenever one of you came home.
The gentle look in his eyes and the welcoming smile on his lips slowly gave way to confusion the closer he got through the darkness of the living room.
Just the sight of your husband peeled away a small piece of the tension clinging to you after the mission. The grim determination to free yourself from the undercover outfit softened into a weary little pout, accompanied by a sigh and a defeated tilt of your head.
"Hey, baby," Leon said softly. "You okay?"
You looked up as his hands settled around your upper arms. Pulling your mouth into a frown, you answered, "Physically, yeah. The rest..." You simply shook your head. Still, Leon gently insisted on turning you around so he could inspect you himself.
"Careful, I've got glitter everywhere. Places nobody wants glitter," you warned as his long fingers traced over every inch of exposed skin, the darkness broken only by the moonlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Goosebumps rose beneath his touch as the tension slowly bled from your body, leaving you softer and softer beneath his hands.
It had become a ritual by now whenever one of you came home. A way of making sure the other was still there. Still alive. And, for the most part, still in one piece.
Only after satisfying himself that you weren't secretly bleeding out onto the floor did Leon guide you back around, both hands still resting on your upper arms, undoubtedly collecting glitter in the process, studying you with an expression of gentle amusement.
"What on earth are you wearing?"
Another sigh escaped you. The last few days had truly been exhausting. More exhausting than many other missions. Ironically, you'd barely fired a single shot. Maybe that was exactly why. Killing things was easy. Observing while pretending to be someone else was something else entirely.
"I'll tell you in a minute. I need a shower first."
You looked at your husband with all the patheticness you could muster. At last, you could let your guard down and just be a girl again.
"Can you help me out of this?" The leather top clinging to you like a second skin creaked softly as you raised your arms.
Leon chuckled. "You're cute." He hooked his fingers beneath the leather.
That earned him the faintest smile. "You need to brace yourself, honey. This thing isn't coming off without a fight."
"I've dealt with things more stubborn than a top," Leon replied with far too much confidence.
The first few inches rolled upward without much resistance, but the moment the material caught on the slightest curve of your body, it practically glued itself in place.
Leon furrowed his brows, inspecting the stubborn garment stretched across your chest and over your shoulder.
"Told you." You shrugged. "Should listen to your wife more."
"Funny," Leon muttered as he grabbed the material with both hands this time, planting his feet for better leverage, "my wife tells me that all the time."
He grunted softly as he stretched the leather as far away from your skin as he could, trying not to drag your skin along with it. The effort tightened the already prominent muscles beneath his T-shirt, making them flex as he wrestled the stubborn thing over your torso. There was no avoiding the occasional painful tug at your skin or a few trapped hairs until, with one final yank, it surrendered completely.
You shivered, immediately rubbing the newly freed skin. You felt clammy, a miserable mixture of oil, dried sweat, someone else's blood, and glitter smearing beneath your fingertips.
“Ouch,” you winced in the aftermath of your battle with the top, followed by an, “Ew.”
Leon glanced from the leather bunched up in his hand to your bare upper body. “Have bras become unnecessary mission attire these days?”
"Wouldn't have been authentic," you replied simply as you started making your way toward the bathroom, climbing the stairs of your duplex suite. Along the way, you discarded the thong as well. You left Leon and the leather behind, and he was considerate enough not to follow.
The warm water cascading over your body felt like heaven on earth. It might just have been the greatest moment of your life. Maybe, instead of your wedding photo, you should put a picture of the shower on the sideboard in the living room.
It washed every disgusting thing and everything in between from your body. Your pleasantly lemon-scented body wash and lavender shampoo completed the perfect shower. At least you didn't have to shave – they'd subjected you to a waxing session at the start of the mission. The memory alone made you shudder.
As you stepped out of the shower, the bathroom door cracked open. Only Leon's hand appeared, balancing two white towels. Your body relaxed even further, your heart melting just a little as a quiet giggle escaped you before you accepted them. They were warm, soft against your skin. A second later, the door clicked shut again without either of you having exchanged a single word. Shaking your head with an amused smile, you finished the rest of your routine.
With one towel wrapped around your head and the other around your body like a pair of tiny clouds, you brushed your teeth, hoping to get rid of the taste of alcohol and the lingering feeling of smoke in your mouth. After your skincare routine, you finally felt like yourself again.
While you were still taming your hair and, far too tired to dry it, twisting it into your usual bedtime style, the door opened once more. Again, Leon's hand appeared through the gap, this time holding your favorite pajamas.
You laughed softly, crossed the few steps from the sink, and accepted them. They were nothing more than thin cotton, yet they felt so much more like you. You were finally home.
"Thank you, sweetheart," you said, and Leon's hand disappeared once again, accompanied by the soft click of the door.
When you finally stepped out of the bathroom, you felt properly settled, already leaning much further into comfort than exhaustion. You desperately needed a good night's sleep and the days off waiting for you after this mission.
Before that, though, you still wanted to tell Leon everything, just as you'd promised. You were already heading back toward the stairs leading down to his office when the open bedroom door and the soft glow of a bedside lamp caught your eye.
You peeked inside. Curled up on your king-size bed with its ridiculously luxurious mattress – good sleep was essential in your line of work – Leon was lounging with his phone in hand. He was scrolling absentmindedly until he caught sight of you from the corner of his eye.
He set the phone aside, pulled the blankets open, and held out his arms. A small, happy sound that, to his ears, rivaled a choir of angels, you climbed onto the bed from the foot, crawled all the way up, and collapsed into Leon's embrace.
It felt like being wrapped inside your own cocoon, strong muscular arms closing around you, drawing you into the shelter of his body, turning impossibly soft only for you. He pulled the blanket over both of you, and you melted into him, his warmth and comfort.
“Missed you, baby,” he murmured into your hair, breathing you in just as deeply as you breathed him in, your nose buried in the crook of his neck. The scent of home, safety, and love – Leon – filled your lungs, mixed with the cologne you adored on him. Without thinking, you pressed little kisses against his skin, trailing over his neck, along his jawline, across his chin, until they finally found his own.
He hummed contently against your mouth, pulling your body snugly against his, losing himself in you with movements so familiar they felt instinctive. His hands slipped beneath your pajama top, caressing your skin, grounding you, bringing you back to him the way he always knew how.
"I love you," you whispered against his lips.
A satisfied smile curved across his face. He leaned back onto his pillow, deep blue eyes sparkling warmly as they met yours.
"So... what did they make you do this time?" he asked.
You let out an amused sound. "Curious, Mr. Kennedy?"
He adopted an impressively nonchalant expression. "Just wondering why Mrs. Kennedy had such a sudden wardrobe change – and why I didn't get to benefit from it."
“Hey, you got to take it off, didn't you?” You laughed quietly as Leon's face shifted into something resembling a mildly offended puppy. “Remember that movie we watched? Miss Undercover?”
He nodded. “Still totally didn't enjoy that movie you made me watch.”
You clicked your tongue and teasingly brushed your fingertips over the stubble along his jaw. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, big tough man,” you said with a grin. “Anyway, it was like that. Only... kinkier.”
“Kinkier?” His eyes widened ever so slightly.
“I was stationed in a strip club.”
He made a sound somewhere between understanding and complete confusion. After a brief moment of consideration, he asked, “Did you strip?”
“Hwhat?” The word escaped with a startled laugh. “Have you looked at me?”
Leon raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You're sexy as hell.”
“And too old to be a stripper, but thank you for the vote of confidence.” Your palm slid gently across his cheek and behind his ear before you rewarded him with a fond kiss. “But no. I worked the bar.” At the memory of cocktails, beer, unnecessary flirting, and more than a few overly persistent customers, another sigh escaped you. “Didn't save me from dressing the part, though. Oh – but!” You raised a finger. “I make a mean Sex on the Beach now.”
Leon chuckled. “Always learning something new undercover, huh?”
“Perks of the job,” you replied with an amused nod. “Also, I'm very happy I'm not a stripper. That looked hard.”
“The stripping or the customers?”
Leon let out one of those rare, completely uninhibited laughs as you gave his upper arm a playfully offended smack.
Thank God this man knew exactly what undercover work sometimes demanded. A mission in a strip club wasn't enough to make him insecure about himself, or even jealous.
“So what happened?” he asked. “Where'd all the blood come from?”
“There was a struggle. A couple of people got hurt,” you explained. “I was stationed there because of suspected international drug trafficking. Played the good little bartender and even made friends with the owner.” Images of smoke machines, colorful lights, and the genuinely kind strip club owner flashed through your mind. “Turns out it wasn't even him. It was one of the wealthy regulars.”
Leon listened attentively, his hand continuing its slow circles along your back, somehow making the memories feel lighter than they really were.
“He was still an accomplice, though. Sent me into the back room with drinks right in the middle of a deal.” Your gaze drifted to your own fingers as they absentmindedly traced Leon's beard, the familiar roughness tickling your fingertips. “The second I ID’d myself, everything went to hell. The guy caught a bullet in the leg – but not before firing wildly and hitting one of his own customers.”
“Ouch,” Leon commented, his mouth twisting with amusement.
You affirmed with a nod. “So I patched them both up until backup stormed the place.” You let out a long breath. “I know I complain every time we end up dealing with BOWs, but at least then I can just shoot everything trying to kill me and get a medal for it.”
Leon hummed thoughtfully. “I'm still waiting for my medal.”
“You know what I mean.” With the recap of the last days finally out of your system, you snuggled back into your husband. “So that was my week. How about yours?”
Leon buried his nose in your still-damp hair, breathing you in before grumbling softly against you.
“Nothing exciting. Paperwork.”
“I hate that the most,” you murmured, your eyes drifting shut as exhaustion slowly settled into your bones. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”
He shook his head, resting his chin on top of yours. “I've got the day off.”
“Yay, me too,” you squeaked happily.
“Yay us,” Leon chuckled. “You wanna sleep?”
“Sounds amazing. Finally no more sleeping on that awful mattress in the room above the club.”
“You weren't staying at a hotel?” Leon asked, genuinely surprised.
“...Wouldn't have been authentic.”
He let out a sympathetic sound. “I got you.” After a brief pause, a grin tugged at his lips. “Maybe tomorrow you can show me what you learned in that strip club.”
“Maybe,” you teased, “if you're nice.”
His grin against your crown didn’t falter. “'Course, ma'am. I'll be the nicest husband.”
You laughed quietly, your thoughts already beginning to drift away, your body heavy with sleep. Curling even closer into your favorite safe place, you let yourself sink into the warmth surrounding you
“I'm glad you're here,” you murmured contentedly.
“I love you,” you heard Leon whisper, though you yourself were no longer able to reply.
I have horrendous memory: was I talking with you when it comes to me cosplaying Grace? I remember that I was speaking with someone with a friend who had a Leon profile picture I just don’t remember who it was 🥺
I’m sorry I’m prolly embarrassing myself with this 🥹
Hey Gabi my love 🥰
Yes yes you did tell me about your cosplay! I am so excited for you 🤭 I bet it will look amazing
And there is nothing embarrassing about that, sometimes I also confuse things or forget stuff so you are all good. I am always happy to talk to you 🫂💖
First half of my break is over and I enjoyed my concerts (Nina Chuba and Mumford & Sons) so much 🥰 It was a week with great music, food and sightseeing. Also, thank you to everyone who reached out to me after my post. My mum is doing so much better again and I couldn't be happier. Just wanted to send you all some love! I hope you are doing good! See you soon sweethearts xo 🫂💖
Hello 🥰 Life is keeping me busy in many ways. I had a family emergency a few days ago (but everythings fine again 🫂) Also, I got a much needed vacation with two concerts coming up. (Yay heheh) and we are doing a lot of interior work for our new house✨
Therefore, I will take a short summer writing break for the next two to three weeks to gain new strength. I will still post here and there though (and read wonderful fics from all the talented sweethearts on here) hehe🤭
I hope life is treating you all kindly. I send a big hug your way, as well as some positive energies 💖🫂 Enjoy this July as much as you can.
Hello 🥰 Life is keeping me busy in many ways. I had a family emergency a few days ago (but everythings fine again 🫂) Also, I got a much needed vacation with two concerts coming up. (Yay heheh) and we are doing a lot of interior work for our new house✨
Therefore, I will take a short summer writing break for the next two to three weeks to gain new strength. I will still post here and there though (and read wonderful fics from all the talented sweethearts on here) hehe🤭
I hope life is treating you all kindly. I send a big hug your way, as well as some positive energies 💖🫂 Enjoy this July as much as you can.
