Otome Game Is Life

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[luwkade]

He takes a sec to actually consider luffy's offer. But his tone changes into a calm sad one, when he again comes to the understanding that he can't.

No he's clearly not T_T take him out of there.

Fun fact: He actually smiles a lot when he's around luffy and the crew.

[bluemoon-croon]

Look at him!

[kitamars]

an otae + some miscellaneous toshis

[lucrativesoul]

one of my favorite headcanon tropes is roommate!leon. friends to lovers brainrot anyone?

Leon would start out reserved until you two became comfortable with each other. He’s normally quiet anyway, as you have come to learn, but you also learned that comfortable meant him not being afraid to sit a little too close to you just because it’s cozy for him.

Afficher davantage

[missbutterfly43]

ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ | sᴀɴᴊɪ |

ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ??

| sғᴡ |

Falling in love with Sanji is waking up to the sun sneaking through the blinds and the smell of pancakes and coffee

Falling in love with Sanji is him waiting for you by the front door when it's raining, to run an umbrella outside and walk with you. Never letting a drop touch your being. 

Falling in love with Sanji is his fingers always being intertwined with yours. While you two lay on the couch watching tv, walking back to the car to head home, waking up in the morning to his hand still holding on to your delicate one as if you were to leave. Truly, his hand will always be nestled into yours. 

Falling in love with Sanji is always catching his blue eyes looking at you. Anytime he is with you, he finds himself always coming back to you. His soul, body and mind are entranced by your entire being. His favorite part is catching you glancing over to find him already looking, acting swiftly to not get caught. The little tint of pink that rises to your cheeks, that's his favorite part but it's also yours.

Falling in love with Sanji is him sleeping with all the stuffed animals in the bed because it's what you are comfortable with, only to wake up and find him cuddling them instead of you. 

Falling in love with Sanji is self care sundays. Sundays are for tea and smoothies, hair and face masks, movies and snacks. No phones, no internet, no public. Just a day that you can spend together. Not letting the busy agenda of life separate your love from each other. 

Falling in love with Sanji is while in a hair and face mask, the song he has devoted to you starts to play. He'll turn it up all the way, take you by the hand, swing and sway you around the room, serenading you. Letting you know, this is the love you always deserved, the love you will receive the rest of the time you allow him to love you.

Falling in love with Sanji is effortless and easy, but hard and tricky. He tries so hard to make sure you are treated properly and taken care of. When you try to return the favor, he thinks something is wrong or that he somehow forgot. Not understanding that his love is reciprocated and not one sided. 

Falling in love with Sanji is never going to sleep angry with one another. No matter how silly or important that argument was, neither of you can stomach not sleeping next to each other. The feeling of warmth and comfort replaced by cold and loneliness. A feeling Sanji never wants to feel again. 

Falling in love with Sanji is him falling for you all together and at once. Everything about you is something he dreamed of having. Never in this universe did he think he deserved to love someone as breathtaking as you. 

Falling in love with Sanji is a warm hug on a cold day.

©𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 sᴀɴᴊɪsʟɪʟʟᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴇᴅɪᴛ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ 

[gtgbabie0]

Hiiiii 🥺 I've been around for a while but never requested before dkejsjs but I love your work sm <33

Can I request something with re2r leon, please? He's such a sweetie ☹️☹️ I was wondering if he could come home exhausted from a day of police stuff, and his sweetie pie girlfriend surprises him?? She's all excited to see him and she's made him homemade chocolate covered strawberries and bought balloons for him n decorated just for funsies or somethin? She just wants him to feel loved and appreciated

She has v much 🐕 energy :D

Surprises!

{You surprise Leon after a long day at work}

Aww thank you for requesting this is too sweet!! 💕

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People are hard to work with especially when those people are rebellious teens that want to break into places they’re not meant to. Don’t get it wrong Leon loves his job, he loves helping those in need, but god it had its challenges.

It would’ve been fine if it was just one bad day, but for the past two weeks, his job had been nothing short of terrible, whether it be the mountain of paperwork that seemed to find his desk or the rambunctious teens of Racoon City.

You knew that he’d had a tough couple of weeks at work, you noticed whenever he texted you it was always with very brief and vague answers, even his bright smile had dimmed. It hurt to see. That’s why you decided to go ahead and make him chocolate-covered strawberries and decorate the living room with fun coloured balloons.

You smiled proudly at the banners and balloons that decorated the living room as you placed down the plate of chocolate-covered strawberries. Leon would be home any second now.

You immediately perk up as you hear the door open, “Baby? I’m home” he calls out with a tired voice and you gladly go and greet him, wide smile and all as you help him with his bag, and you can’t help but notice how the stress seems to hang over him.

He was wearing his R.P.D jumper and his hair was messy due to the spring weather. He shuffles closer to you letting his head drop onto your shoulder with a soft huff.

Your fingers thread through his hair, “Another tough day sweet thing?” You ask, turning your head to press a loving kiss to his cheek, he nods, mumbling something about how he was ‘glad to finally be home’.

His arms wrap around you holding you closer to him as he relaxes into your warmth, you smile, and a feeling of excitement tingles through your chest as you pull away ever so slightly.

“Hey, I’ve got a surprise for you” you whisper, giggling at the way his head lifts up from your shoulder his eyebrows pulled up in surprise.

He tilts his head ever so slightly, “Really?- you didn’t have to angel” he says, chuckling when your hands cover over his eyes as you stand behind him, guiding him into the living room.

“I wanted to— okay keep your eyes closed,” you tell him as he nods gently, you step in front of him. “Alright, open up”

You study his face as his eyes glance around the room with a grateful smile that splays across his face and you watch how his eyes seem to light up. His hands rest on your hips as he looks at you.

“Thank you, baby, this looks amazing- I-- are those chocolate strawberries?” He says walking over to the plate as he picks one up biting down on the sweet treat, and you chuckle at the way he hums in delight. Chocolate collecting in the corner of his mouth.

He looks over at you with wide, bright eyes as he nods his head in agreement, "Whoa- baby, these are really good" he says, and you can't help but feel prideful at the way his stress seems to melt from his otherwise tense body.

“You’ve got a little something” You giggle as he wipes at the corners of his mouth.

His hands cup either side of your face gently, “You mean everything to mean, I hope you know that” he tells you, with nothing but love in his tone. “Thank you for this- for everything”

“I know sweetie, I love you” and before you can say anything else his lips are pressed against yours, small gentle pecks that turn into a sweet love-filled kiss and nothing but appreciation drips from him.

He tilts his head to deepen the kiss as his hands rest against the back of your head, his tongue pushes against yours and the sweetness of the strawberries only makes you chase for more.

“I love you too” he whispers against your lips, and his heart skips a beat as your thumb grazes against his cheek, he was amazed by how you had the power to completely change his mood. You made everything in Leon’s life seem perfect.

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[stuckinthesun]

Leon Kennedy X Reader

As soon as the door closes you’re on him, literally. You’re jumping into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him into a crushing kiss.

You missed him, god have you missed him. It didn’t matter how many of these secret missions he went on, you would always worry about whether he’d come home or not.

Leon wraps an arm around your middle, his other hand run along your thigh, and he turns around so he can press you into the door.

The kiss is desperate, you suck on his tongue, he bites your bottom lip. When you pull away you’re both panting, foreheads resting against each other.

“Hi.” You whisper like you’re scared if you’re to loud he’ll disappear like a dream.

“Hi baby.” Leon whispers back, hand squeezing your thigh.

You look at him finally and see his smile, his love for you so clear on his face even you can see it. There’s no doubt you wear a similar look.

He’s home. He’s safe. He’s alive.

You kiss him again.

[kiomyne]

Thinking about leon!kennedy who never raises his voice at you, who, if you’re arguing—always makes sure to speak to you in a calm rational voice, never, ever raising it more than necessary.

whose so gentle with you, as if he’s afraid one touch too harsh and you’ll disappear into ashes, leaving him forever. he’s always at your side, whether it be when you’re cooking, or maybe even doing the laundry, he refuses to let you out of his sight—almost if—he dares to look away something will happen to you.

you know it’s because of what happened in raccoon city, and what happened with ada. he’s afraid, and you know no amount of reassurance will ever make those nasty repulsive fears and thoughts leave. they’re embedded in him now, like a tree root embedded in the ground, it’s roots stretching for miles—his fear, it’s so deep he’s worried someday he’ll choke on it.

he has you, you’re present, you’re here. and it’s enough, for the time being it’s more than enough. he gets to stare at you doing the most mundane things, he gets to whisper how much you mean to him—and, he gets to love you, cherish you. he gets to know you, he loves you and he knows you. he doesn’t think you’ll ever truly understand on how much it really means to him, that you’re honest and consistent and stay with him.

you’re consistent, and you’re constant. he doesn’t have that in any other aspect of his life, not even his job—the man made horrors he has to face are always different, they’re always created in a different way that has his fears replenishing and being made anew—but you, you’re always home when he comes back, doing whatever it is you’re normally doing.

and it makes his heart ache with gratitude, that after every fight, every scar and every stab, you’re here. with him in this very moment, he isn’t sure what he did to deserve this, this—small—piece of heaven with you, lazy dinner dates, washing each other’s bodies in the shower, him helping you fold the laundry for the week, but most importantly, tracing your body, your face—feeling that you’re here, and that you’re present. he’ll go to every end of every universe if it meant just being aware of your presence.

@ vulturni 2023

[gtgbabie0]

Hello!! I've been reading your stories for a while and get so excited whenever I see that you post <3 You're writing style is so soft to me and it makes me giggle all girly too

Im not sure if you've done this already but was wondering if you would write about Leon and reader's first kiss together? Like how he would get all flustered and try to hide his grin from them :')

Feel free to change the premise to whatever you think will fit! Have a good day/night ♡♡♡

First kiss

{You and Leon share your first kiss}

I’m sobbing! Please I love him so very much!! He’s so boyfriend!! 💕

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“Here let me,” Leon says, taking one of the shopping bags from your hands with a smirk, you’d spent the day helping him get groceries and it was honestly more fun than you’d originally thought. You thank him watching as he sets the bags on the kitchen counter.

You help him unpack the bags, “You staying for dinner tonight sweetheart?” He asks leaning against the countertops, arms crossed over his chest.

He wants you to say yes, he wants you to stay tonight and forever because he knows he sleeps better when you’re here, he doesn’t have to worry about you if you’re right here with him.

He watches you contemplate your decision with a hopeful look in his eyes, “Yeah if you want me to” you smile lifting yourself up with your hands to sit on the marble countertop.

He looks over at you, of course, I want you to stay, he thinks watching as you kick your socked feet, “I always want you here” He smiles, and you can’t help the butterflies that flutter around in your belly.

He’s such a sweetheart, with his soft words that leave you love-sick and craving more.

Leon walks over to you where you’re sitting and he taps your knee, a silent way of asking you to lift your legs so can get into the cupboard and you do, watching him take out two glasses.

“If you change your mind let me know okay? I’ll drop you home” he tells you, and he knows you probably won't but he gives you the option anyway because the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable around him.

You nod your head watching as he pours himself a glass of water before walking over to the fridge and pulling out a small carton, “Apple juice for my girl” He smiles as you nod happily, watching as he pours the drink before handing the glass to you.

“Thank you for today,” he says with a grateful smile.

“It was actually quite fun,” you tell him, taking a sip of the juice before putting the glass down on the counter beside you.

Leon looks over at you, and there’s a part of him that can’t quite believe you’re his, someone so sweet and perfect, how you’ve healed his heart without even knowing and he thinks about all the ways he wants to thank you.

You must’ve noticed the way the mood changed as you hold your arms out for him and he gladly takes the offer, standing between your legs as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your loving warmth envelopes him and he swears that you have the ability to make everything in his life seem perfect.

He pulls back slightly looking down at your face, his thumb gently ghosting over your cheek, and you smile at the feeling, such a small loving gesture it makes your heart stammer in your chest at the sudden closeness.

Close enough to kiss, you think and the thought makes you feel giddy with excitement, and you start to think of how his lips might feel against yours, his taste and his warmth.

The thought crosses Leon’s mind too and there’s nothing he wants more than to kiss you, but he’s terrified of overstepping boundaries, he just wants to bring you the happiness you do for him.

So he simply asks, “Can I kiss you?” His tone is so quiet, gentle and caring that it leaves you breathless.

“Yes, you can,” you say, and he leans in closer, you can feel his breath fanning against your skin, and your eyes flutter close as his lips finally press against yours, he’s so careful almost as if he’s scared of hurting you.

Your heart feels like it’s running laps around your chest, and it’s so exciting it sends tingles through your skin and you can’t help but move closer to him, chasing after his warmth.

He brings a hand to gently cup your cheek, thumb grazing against the warm skin and another sits against your hip, his heart blooms with love at how you seem to fit against him so perfectly, just like puzzle pieces.

Leon loses himself completely, and he forgets everything outside this small moment as he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss, his tongue against yours, and the soft noises that escape you send his heart squeezing with devotion, because god, you just make the cutest noises.

It’s a hopeful feeling that grows within you both, a kiss so sweet and exciting just like turning the page of a really good book, and you know that from this kiss will come many more just like beginning a new chapter, and you can’t wait.

He pulls back, forehead pressed against yours as both of you catch your breath, “I love you” The words flow so easily from his mouth as if they came naturally and they linger just like the kiss.

“I love you too” you smile, noticing the way he looks away from you with a bashful smirk, the type you have no control over.

He can’t bring himself to look at you, he feels like a schoolboy who’s head over heels and he doesn’t know why you leave him so dizzy, maybe it’s because he’s so enchanted by you, he could honestly name thousands of different things about you that he’s completely obsessed with.

“You can’t kiss me like that then go all shy on me Kennedy” You giggle as he hides his head in the crook of your neck, your fingers threading through his hair.

He groans against your skin, “You can’t kiss me like that and expect me to be fine” he mumbles and you can’t stop the giggles that bubble out of you.

You give him a moment before he finally looks at you again and you notice the way his cheeks are tinted with the slightest hint of red and you take pride in the sight.

“Kiss me again?” You smile, and he swears his heart stops for a moment.

“Alright” and before he can even make a move you’re already pulling him in, and you both giggle into the soft kiss, and it’s better than you could ever imagine.

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[alderaana]

₊‧°𐐪 re2 leon kennedy headcannons

just a reminder that these are my personal opinions. :)

warning; ptsd, afab reader !

✧ after raccoon city, he had to lock his rpd uniform away.

✧ his love languages are physical touch and quality time. although words of affirmation is up there too.

✧ re2 leon loves domestic moments, especially when things for a second feel normal for him.

✧ definitely a reader, whether or not it's for work, his favorite thing is to have comfortable moments with you as he reads a book.

✧ loves; his hair being ran through, being big spoon, cat cafes, and oddly bathing with someone else.

✧ he has a hard time by himself, although he isolates himself he feels a substantial amount better when spending time with you.

✧ he tries to be optimistic, it's in his nature. He HAS hope but it's daunting whenever he is triggered.

✧ soft hearted, sensitive, but it's never spoken of. It's just known, he doesn't enjoy to argue.

✧ arguments are the worst thing for him. He is very passionate and can't stand moments of tension with his one and only.

✧ "can we please take a moment and then come back to this. We both need a breather right now before we come at each other's throats"

✧ he cries in private, you have only seen it once and it wasn't on purpose.

✧ leon is very private, but is a proud boyfriend. He definitely has an instagram highlight dedicated to you as his partner.

✧ captions like; "love her with everything in me", "she spoils me", "gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous", "my princess"

✧ a MAN of praise. pet names are his game, you have a million of them.

✧ he surprises you with dotes of affection. flowers? woke up to them. that top you put back? laid neatly on your bed. a letter of him expressing his love? all the time.

✧ he's a permanent honeymoon phase boyfriend. It's clingy, yet still he knows boundaries.

✧ he just wants to love, his sensitivity really gets in the way of it. he gets nervous to express, until he knows he can and he does. all the time.

i would love to hear some of your hcs, and i'd love to write them out as well. thanks !

[calebx1as]

i think about best friends to lovers with gojo so much😭😭

going to an arcade with best friend gojo and playing just dance with him, holding hands and laughing when either of you slip. him screaming “ooooh!” whenever you hit a move just right, looking into eachother’s eyes and laughing whenever the dance allows it

introducing best friend gojo to your mother/ mother figure and her living for gojo. absolutely ADORING him. he dances with your crazy wine aunt and doesn’t mind when she places sloppy wine kisses on his face while they dance, he actually enjoys it.

being literal soulmates with gojo to the point where his chest hurts when he tries to keep something from you, or when he’s away from you. to the point where his eyes glimmer like moon lit lakes of heaven whenever he sees you. to the point where he sometimes kisses your face when you study together and you help him get something.

best friend gojo who HATES any guy you bring around. if he forgets your favourite drink order he’s absolutely fucked in gojo’s eyes because how dare he???? you deserve the best wdym. he has a list of people ‘we hate’ in his notes and why just because there’s so many, due to the fact that he hates for no reason.

best friend gojo who loves touching you. holding hands and linking pinkies , kissing cheeks, biting eachother, he loves feeling close to you.

best friend gojo who is ATROCIOUSLY comfortable with you to the point where he will burp for a minute straight and giggle, he will come and hug you after a run, he will eat food off the floor infront of you it’s DISGUSTING but he knows you love him anyway

best friend gojo that has a box of your clothes and even wears some of them despite them being too small or not flattering lolol

best friend gojo who calls you the most embarrassing shit infront of your parents, like bookiebear or stinkstink because he wants them to think y’all are in some kind of cringey relationship [ because he wants to be 🤞🏻🤞🏻 ]

best friend gojo who randomly comes up into your face and whispers ‘ yowaimo’ IN YOUR FACE even if his breath is rancid as fuck

best friend gojo who only tells you he loves you FOUR YEARS into knowing you. he explains how scared he was and you slap the shit out of him because you were so obvious

best friend gojo who marries you after another four years and makes so many jokes about how it took him forever because you played so hard to get

best friend gojo who never believed he could be tied down before you .

sighhhhhhh HES SOOOOO

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Sanji Relationship

Sanji Relationship

Who Wakes up first in the morning: Sanji is the first to wake up, he loves to watch his S/O sleep, those five minutes of peace are so important to start his day. Watching his S/O’s steady breathing and not wanting to leave their warm embrace. He would move the locks from his S/O’s face if they have bangs and brush his thumb on their cheek’s before moving off the bed. The life of the cook is never done, especially the cook for the Straw Hats Pirate. He probably planned his S/O something special for breakfast.

Who’s the first to fall asleep at night: His S/O, Sanji would send his S/O to sleep before him. He has to clean the kitchen and get ready for the next day and doesn’t want to overwork his S/O with him. If his S/O insists on helping him he wouldn’t fight against it, more time with his S/O. After they finish cleaning he would sneak into bed with S/O and cuddle them holding them close, whispering about one another’s day. But like the morning he likes watching his S/O sleep his thumb brushing on their cheeks before he slowly drifts to sleep holding his S/O close.

What they playfully tease each other over: Sanji teasing his S/O? Probably not, probably on cute his S/O is or how other men/women can’t have his S/O and how he is blessed by the gods to get such an amazing/cute/beautiful/handsome S/O. He will constantly brag to anyone who listens about his S/O. Probably annoying everyone who is around. If S/O easily blushes or gets embarrassed by his brags he will find enjoyment in showering them with praises because he enjoys seeing his S/O blushing face. His S/O can tease him with anything, but he finds pure enjoyment in being teased by being nestled in his S/O’s chest.

What they do when the other’s having a bad day: Is his S/O having a bad day? Before his S/O even mentioned they had a bad day he already knew, he saw the signs of his S/O’s emotions dropping. He will do everything he can to make sure the day ends on a good note. He is all his S/O what they want him to do and how they want to spend the day, or the next day. He will cook his S/O’s favorite meal to end the day and pour their favorite drink and just listen to them talk about their day. Sanji is a great listener. He gets mad at the parts that angered his S/O laugh at jokes his S/O makes, and even knows the right words to comfort his S/O. The night ended with cuddling his S/O and whispering sweet words of nothing and promising, a good day the next day. Whatever his S/O wants to do, shopping, training, traveling, he is done for anything just as long as his S/O is happy, he is happy.

How they say ‘I’m sorry after arguments: Sanji is always the first to say “I am sorry” after an argument. He hates fighting his S/O and if he is wrong or right, he is the first to apologize. He would plan a whole meal, his S/O’s favorite meal, and drink, treating them like royalty. Of course, he would discuss what happened during the fight and what and him angry, or what his S/O angry.

Which one’s more ticklish:  Probably his S/O, he is all muscles and such and wouldn’t really get ticklish. Maybe when he is laying down and he relaxed his S/O can give a slight poke and he will give a slight jump before wrapping his arms around his S/O and pushing him into a hug and tickling them.

Their favorite rainy day activities: Cuddling, and other more mature activities. But in all honesty, he does love being wrapped in his S/O’s arms and watching the rain poor. He will tell stories of his childhood if he is really close to his S/O he will tell stories of him and his mother. But on other days he really loves experimenting with new recipes with his S/O. He and his S/O have gathered recipes from different islands and they have created their own little recipe book. He loves cooking new recipes with his S/O and trying new things then discussing what was made. He will have a long conversation and then right improvements to the recipe.

How they surprise each other: Sanji food, he loves surprising his S/O with breakfast-in-bed or creating their favorite meals when they had a bad day. Or even giving them their favorite drink when they see they need it. Sanji is very attentive as a boyfriend, knowing his S/O’s needs before they even know they need it. He also loves giving his S/O gifts, there was a piece of jewelry they had been staring at he would surprise his S/O with it. He has even been caught saving up a gift he would have found perfect for his S/O. He loves surprising his S/O and seeing their look of joy whenever he gives them a gift. If his S/O wants to surprise him he just will take about anything from them and treasure the gift.

Their most sickening show of public affection: It is Sanji, he has no issues with a full-on make-out session in front of people. He will wrap his arms around his S/O if anyone he deems as a threat is near and give soft kisses on their neck claiming them. He has no issues bringing up pet names and calling his S/O which should be more private. Anything he stakes his claim with his S/O in front of others he would do. Kissing their hands, their temple their cheek in a more romantic setting. Holding hands, hugging, and kissing on dates. He goes all out for his S/O nothing is too embarrassing or off the table, when the man loves he loves with his whole heart and body. Other Relationship Zoro Ace Nami Law

[sunndropcitrus]

finding myself delving back into the fullmetal alchemist brainrot

[libertastandem]

Ayo I don't remember him being so buff

[shuravf]

Happy birthday to the ✨Curly Hair Trio✨

[cardeneiv-deactivated20230811]

a selfish life | vash x reader

synopsis; you've always felt something was off about the man named "eriks". following a heartfelt conversation, you stay with him that night and unravel a very large secret.

notes; 15+, very tender kissing, some philosophical stuff tossed in, gun mention, lots of profanity, semi-nudity, identity secrecy, non-canon compliant, TREMENDOUS spoilers to trimax and og trigun anime, this could be tristamp vash but leans more def towards trimax/og vash.

wc; 3.3k

on occasion, you noticed that he wouldn't respond to the name 'eriks', even while looking him dead in the face. there'd be a certain glazed, faraway stare in his eye that speared straight through you like ice, telling you stories of unknowable agony and misery and guilt that you believed you would never be prepared to understand.

you had been there the day lina happened across that man; beaten, broken, donning the devil's red garb in complete tatters as the remnant strips billowed out around him as though extensions of his own body. it was advantageous to him that you were there, traces of relief ebbing the severity of his brow when you assured him you were the doctor's apprentice.

in those fleeting seconds before his eyes rolled into his head and he collapsed, you thought he looked at you as though you were the star-filled sky on a clear night; hopeful and soft.

two years had come and gone since then, possibly the longest of your life. the old doctor in town had passed in his sleep six months ago, bringing your apprenticeship to a screeching halt, and now you were stuck bringing water cups and handfuls of painkiller to disgraced bounty hunters and rowdy children.

"is it really so bad?" eriks asked, tipping your stool on two legs as he nudged you. "you're still helping people, you're still saving their lives. without people like you, there'd be so much more death."

"do you know how bad it sucks to have spent years and years studying and studying, only for some random travelers to come swoop in and say my apprenticeship is invalid?" you shot back, air hissing between your teeth as you sighed. "i don't want to be a nurse, eriks. this wasn't how it was supposed to be!"

eriks stared awhile, you couldn't see his eyes through the orange lenses he had tendencies to keep on his person--like an old habit he couldn't break. he settled himself deeper into the old rocker, reaching to the opposite side for two long cans of beer.

you didn't say anything as you took one of them and pulled the tab.

"it's hard to accept, I understand." eriks let his knees and heels do the work to rock himself in the chair. he sipped the froth from the top of the can. "we come into this life and do our hardest to achieve something--anything--and it just... doesn't turn out how want it to. no matter how desperately we wish we could change things, we're limited by what we can control."

mustering the energy to leave your stool, you stepped off the front porch to sit on the edge, legs swinging circles while you drank. "so, what's the point, then? what's the point of having goals, dreams, desires if those things can just be ripped out of our hands? just like that?"

"it's a hard pill to swallow, I'm sorry." he continued, "more than anyone, I... wanted to see your dream come true. you would have made a great doctor."

the can cracked and crumpled under your fingertips, chin dimpling as you suffocated the ache pulsing in your chest. "it fucking sucks. it fucking sucks! it's not fair! screw those fucking assholes, screw the university!"

there weren't many things you could control, but you were able to quiet your sobs to an occasional wheeze and shudder of your shoulders. the can of beer fell from your hands, bubbling as it pooled above the parched, fissured earth.

the slabs of wood under your body vibrated just as long arms wound you, pulling your weight into eriks chest. the point of his chin nestled on your shoulder, tips of his blonde hair tickled your neck.

"it's okay to cry, you should cry." he assured, guiding your body into a gentle sway side-to-side. "there's nothing wrong with mourning what you've lost but, please, don't give up on your patients. don't give up on the people who truly need help."

"I couldn't do that, even if I wanted to." you confessed, eyebrows creasing inward as a bitter smile inched itself across your lips. "no matter how much I hate the clinic and the university, I can't let people suffer and die. I'll find my own way forward..."

"good." his jaw moved, stubble coarse against your skin as his hold slowly eased. "find your own path, and never stop walking."

the sun had come and gone by the time eriks decided to let you go, inviting the chill of the cold, lonely desert night to caress your back and skin in a way that didn't compare to the warmth he had given you. inside the house, lina and granny had already retired to their rooms for the evening, whereas eriks busied himself with emptying the rest of his beer off the edge of the porch.

"it's getting pretty late," he said, glancing out into the vast nothingness of the desert. "you should stay the night. don't go trying to walk home when those gangs have been running around causing problems."

"eriks, I need to get back to town. I need--"

"stay." he said, voice carrying a hard edge that made your jaw clench and a shiver race down the back of your neck. "don't be so willing to put yourself in danger. you can't help anyone if you're dead."

he kept screen door open with a hand, saying nothing but waiting patiently for you to duck below his arm through the threshold into the house.

you took a glance around; everything looked the same as it always did, even with eriks presence floating about for the past two years. the layout was sparse, but not hurting for necessities that had earned their title of 'well loved'. it was the type of house you expected would feel amiss if something were removed, leaving a spot on the floor oddly pristine and free from the wear and tear of shoes and messes and life.

the old floorboards bent underfoot, amplifying yours and eriks steady footfalls to the opposite end of the farmhouse where his room was.

this wasn't anything out of the ordinary: being led down a narrow, inky black hallway to where this lumbering man slept. you'd seen it a few times before, even sat on his bed once or twice when granny's health issues stirred up during a dust storm and he wanted to know the details--privately.

"I have a couple extra blankets, so you can take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor." eriks said, jolting you from your thoughts as linens and pillows landed in a heap, rousing clouds of dust that had settled quietly, undetected for a time.

"you sure about that?" you asked, sweeping the side of your shoe along the ground. "this is your room, it's bad for your back to sleep without support."

his smile was daring, almost lewd. "are you saying you want to sleep together in the same bed?"

"I- I-" your jaw unhinged, chest flouncing as you choked out a laugh. "that's not what I said! you- ah, you really need to go to the brothel, buddy. get some of that energy out."

"nah, I'll pass." he sighed, shoulders rolling forward into a slumped posture. "you good here if I go and take a bath? you'll probably be asleep by the time I get back."

"I never sleep." you withered against the bed, seating your rear right on the edge. "never could fix that schedule after university. but, are you gonna be okay?"

he perked at that. "what do you mean?"

"eriks, you let yourself get beaten on all the time by the gangs in town," you said, gesturing to his entire person in as many places as you could. "I was the one who treated you when you showed up, and I'm the one treating you now when you're covering for lina being a loudmouth."

"hey, now, c'mon," eriks flapped a hand towards you. "she's just a kid. she doesn't know any better yet."

you couldn't understand how he was taking this in such stride, not when you were the one who had seen him in the beginning and watched blood ooze from the gouges and lacerations in his flesh, turning the clear bathwater red by the time you finished cleaning him off.

"all I'm saying is that we should start talking some sense into that girl." after a moment, you continued, "I don't want her to get hurt. she's so strong, eriks, but that kind of strength gets beaten out of you around here. she doesn't deserve that-- no one does."

eriks took steps towards you, the scuffed tips of tawny shoes just on the fringes of your eyesight as you stared at the ground. "you want her hide herself? we don't get choose who people are--how they are--we just have to accept them. she hasn't done anything wrong."

it was your turn to return the venom, eyelids reaching your brow as you looked up as him through your lashes. more than upset, he seemed disappointed.

"sometimes, it's better to blend in than to be another client for the undertakers, eriks."

you saw his jaw twitch, thought maybe you heard his teeth clicking as well. his eyes were ablaze with emotion you had never witnessed him from; glistening like clear crystal in the pillars of moonlight streaming in through the window. as much as you wanted to believe you knew this man, you truly didn't, and definitely not now as he warred with himself through frustration and defeat.

without a word, he swiveled on his heel, grabbed a pair of towels from a chair and pulled the door shut after him when he left the room. it left you there alone, needles in your thighs and rear from where you sat, to consider what it was he was most upset about.

the man you knew as eriks hardly seemed to be the one you had just spoken to. eriks was a man who enjoyed dallying and drinking in his free time, unflappable, and always willing to lend a hand. this man was scared and confused, something felt fragile about him.

it made you feel bad.

"goddamn, I'll just take the floor." you groused, picking up the linens to fold them as thick as you could get them, pillows stacked out in a row to give some cushioning to your back through the night.

you lasted thirty minutes on those dirty down pillows and blankets before the tossing started. above your head on the nightstand, the round alarm clock clacked on monotonously to remind you how long a minute really could last.

"oh, you've got to be kidding me..."

first, you faced the door, hands tucked under your chin while you stared at it, half believing you had seen the doorknob twist a few times in the dark. the ground didn't vibrate under your body, no distant cries of flexing wood slabs--no one was awake, eriks was still in the bath.

when it became too tedious for you to gawk expectantly at a door, you beat your way across the pillows onto your other side, facing the bed and streams of moonlight. you hands nestled in the same spot under your chin, elbows digging down into the makeshift mattress just as one of the wooden boards beneath you jiggled and lifted a couple of inches.

"did that dipshit put a hole in the floor?"

it sure seemed that way, you confirmed with yourself, pressing against it to raise it higher into the air until the bulge through your pillows was impossible to ignore.

everything was ripped away from formation, lifting wild spirals of dust into the air and letting you choke on it while fussing with the board. you caught it just then, when the soft white glow from the window glinted off of something metallic in the hole. it beckoned you, lured your curiosity to the point of pressing your chest flush to the floor, arm buried to the shoulder, fingers desperately groping around.

"has to be the foundation of the house." you growled, kicking your legs out to reach deeper. "none of the other boards are loose... he did this on purpose."

what unsettled you more than that realization was when your pads struck something freezing, large, and metallic. you recoiled some, arm catching those jagged edges, making you spit.

prayer didn't save lives, but in this moment of sinking your arm back down to fully grab the thing, you prayed it wasn't what you thought it was.

and, as you used all the strength in both arms to reel it out from its hiding space, the moonlight fully revealing to you the ominous glow belonging to a monstrous pistol.

"fuck!" your shoulders dragged from the weight of it, making it a task to heave it onto the bed to rid your hands of it. "fuck, this guy is packing some heavy fire power here."

your mind was in a spiral. of all things secrets that you expected eriks to be towing around, being a gunman wasn't one you sent high on your list of possibilities. he didn't seem the type; not your easygoing, loveable, kind, gentle--

"what are you doing?"

for the second time that night, you felt needles prickling against the back of your neck, down your arms, and make your palms start to sweat. if it weren't for the fact that you knew eriks voice by heart, in a crowd, in a rowdy bar--you wouldn't have believed that tone belonged to him.

you took a deep breath, heart thundering in your ears as you turned to him. "who are you? and don't feed me some stupid bullshit."

vash's eyes were wide, frenetically skipping across the scene of the upturned board, the pistol on his bed, and the way your face warped in confusion and fear. when he took two steps forward, you were already on the other side of the bed, dragging the gun closer to you and further from his reach.

"don't- don't do this..." he showed you his palms, coming as close to the bed as his knees would let him. the only thing he wore on his body was a pair of gray sweatpants and a white towel across his neck, his long hair still dripping at the tips. he wasn't hiding anything, surely you could see that. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"fat fucking chance I'd take your word," you spat, nearly grabbing the old chair next to you to fling at him when he tried to round the bed. "if you come any closer, I'm going to scream. are you a gunman?"

vash kept his hands up, managing to uphold a neutral expression despite the way his insides felt like they were being ripped apart. "no, not anymore. that's all in my past."

"you expect me to believe that? after I pull this thing out from a hiding spot?!" you strained your voice to a hoarse whisper, for some reason not fully convinced you needed to yell. "are you insane? are you a hitman? part of a gang? a bounty hunter?"

"no." he said.

the corners of your mouth twitched, eyes tracing a path from the gun to him, and then towards the closed bedroom door. you wouldn't have enough time to get around him to escape, and the window was too high for you break and climb out of. you wondered if he was also aware that you were cornered without an exit.

it's funny that life always worked out like that.

"your name isn't eriks, is it?"

he frowned. "it's not, no."

"what is it?" you asked, pressing harder, "I think I have a right to know after two years of lies."

"I can't tell you that, I'm sorry." he said.

oddly, you were more frustrated by this situation than you were scared. if he was a gunman of the bad type, he could've killed you by now; could've dropped you with a single round in cold blood, done the same to lina and granny and no one would ever know. he had a chance to do this everyday for two years.

he never did.

"don't look at me like that." he rasped on a single breath, refusing to let his hands drop until he saw the tension ease out of your body. slowly, he tried rounding the bed again, eyes never leaving yours even when he caught the motion of your fingers twitching towards the pistol. "it's not loaded. I haven't had bullets for it in a long time. I swear, I didn't keep it hidden to hurt you or lina."

"you won't even tell me your name." you were staring at his chest once he was in front of you, studying the scars and patchwork metal across his pectoral. faintly, but there, something called to you to reach out and touch him. "how can you ask me to trust what you say?

"it makes sense now. your scars, you showing up in the condition that you did, the secrecy, hiding the gun. you don't make it easy for people to figure you out."

his eyes softened, an even more delicate smile formed across his lips as he reached out with his left arm, the cold fingers were a strange sensation against your cheek. you flinched away from him a few times, tilting your face away, but he followed until you let him touch you.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you everything, but I just... can't." his voice was purposefully gentle, soothing and reassuring, reminding you of how he was when he had held you earlier in then evening. "please, don't tell lina or granny about this. my life right now is all I could have ever wanted. the chores. the dinners. everyone in town... you."

it was hard for you to think when he was stroking your face so sweetly, lovingly. "you're lying to them, you've been lying to them. you've been lying to me."

"I'll never complain about another chore, or when you poke and prod at me with needles, or when granny makes me help her ball her yarn." vash pressed his false hand into your face, angling it so you could see the sincerity in those brilliantly blue eyes. "I want this for me, however selfish if may be. this quiet, peaceful life carrying around groceries and bringing you lunch at the clinic."

"eriks--" that name didn't sound right on your tongue anymore, but he didn't correct you.

"so, please, I'm begging you, don't say anything to them. let me live in peace with them, with everyone--with you."

those eyes of his seared into your soul; a beautiful, yet tumultuous storm of emotions swirled in them. there was then a light patter just underneath your eye, warmth streaking along the curves of your face. the second time you realized that they were not your tears, but his.

"I don't want to let any of this go." he pleaded.

the dull pangs behind your ribs never subsided, not as you leaned into him to place a fleeting peck to the corner of his mouth, and especially not when he intercepted that with lips for a kiss he seemed to revel in forever.

"what's your real name?" you had pulled away long enough to ask. "I have to know, please."

"don't make me tell you. not right now."

vash took you by the shoulders, one large hand cradling the back of your head, thumb stroking your face as he kissed you feverishly and long.

a/n: canonically, vash loses his gun after angel arm is activated. I thought it'd be fun to do a one shot like this tho so here we are!! I spent quite a bit of time on this, so if you enjoyed it PLEASE comment and/or reblog!!

[downforsanji]

How Sanji kisses you

It's only in my head, idk if you think the same way as I do but if Sanji was real, I think he would be an expert in kissing. I'm not talking about 'since he's French, of course he's good at it'. No. And put aside his simp personality. Just imagine he's with the one he truly loves.

It's you.

He's the type who will let you set the pace and he will follow but he's also eager to make a move. When you're two alone and your back is against the wall, he'll read your expression if you want the same thing, narrowing the gap and his hand is leaning beside your head to study you closer.

His other hand.. I think he's not the type who'll cup your chin right away and tilt his head so he can devour your sweet lips deeper. (Zoro would definitely do this).

He'll slightly caress your chin with the tip of his index finger or thumb, focus on your lips then look back into your eyes. It's so hard for him to resist you but he has to so he won't ruin the mood. He enjoys every second of it, having you this close when not a single word is heard, only unsteady breaths you both try to control. You do the same, only focusing on his lips that are just getting closer to yours.

He'll start with a simple, sweet peck. Making a contact with your lips as if he's testing the water, wanting to see your reaction. He'll stop and step back if you don't like it but he'll continue if you give him a signal. The most important thing for him is your consent and he never wants to hurt your feeling by doing what you don't desire.

He sees you don't mind about what he just did, more like waiting for what's next. He understands and then kisses your lips again. This time with a proper kiss where his lips slightly parted to nibble your lower lip, followed by other kisses with the same style. His head slightly tilts to give him better access. He won't rush it and he's down if you just want something like this, having sweet kisses for minutes, even hours. He'll do that for you until you're satisfied. Sometimes he breaks the kisses to take a breath while checking on your current expression.

But those patient, sweet kisses he just presented to you make you want more. His lips feel so tender and smooth as your lips part to give his lower lip small teases with your tongue. He moves his hand to the nape of your neck, holding your head gently while his lips are still busy with yours. You know he gets excited.

Kisses by kisses, his tongue asks for entrance and you grant it. He plays small, you can feel his tip goes left and right, up and down as if looking for its partner and yours says hello to it. His grip on your back neck gets firmer where his other hand holds your waist. You place your hand at the back of his head, running your fingers through his blonde hair where your other palm rests on his covered chest.

"mmh.."

After a long kissing session without a single sound coming out from you two, your little moan shocks his ears. He's fully aware he didn't mishear it whereas you silently curse yourself for letting your moan fall. You thought you did it with a very small sound but in a quiet room like this, he can hear anything, and your increasing breaths are no exception.

Your moan becomes a cue for him to deepen the kiss, pressing his lips deeper and savoring your mouth in the sexiest way he can. Your chest rises and falls as his lips slowly move to the corner of your lips, trailing small kisses to your jaw. Your palm on his chest turns into a fist, grabbing the fabric of his shirt where the hand on your waist moves up to your neck. He's more than happy giving you pleasures to your neck with his experienced lips. When he reaches the crook of your neck, he inhales deeply, intoxicated by the smell of your perfume on your skin, then back to your lips to shower you with the most incredible, hot kisses he can serve.

Now the dark room is full of your little moans and smooch sounds.

As a first-class cook, he tries so many foods, tastes so many flavors, feels so many textures, and appreciates so many things with his lips and tongue so his mouth is one of the most skillful body parts he has. He can work wonders with it alone when it comes to foreplay. Not just giving you the best kisses on your lips but also to your other lips down there.

Right, honey?

A song to set the mood:

[otome-otakuwu]

HOLY MOLY THAT WAS HOT