…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
Shai! Shai! I've thought of another scenario for Leon😊 Altho being a new fan I've come to the conclusion that Leon is the type to believe he's not good enough for his partner, he believes they could do better then him. So imagine a Leon who has finally accepted he has feelings for you and works up the courage to confess only for you to turn the tables on him and say you dont feel good enough for him. I imagine he would be in disbelief? How would he react to his crush telling him "You're too good for me Leon."?
too good for me | leon kennedy x reader
pairing: leon kennedy x reader (unspecified gender)
genre: fluff, miscommunication, the "endeared badass x normal person scared shitless of the endeared badass" trope. no spice, unfortunately. only good vibes and leon being head over heels smitten. enjoy!
word count: 2.7K? It's short!
notes: hi sarah! i am SO SORRY this has taken forever. you requested this one month ago! its been so hectic lately, i've been having health problems that required regular hospital visits and tests upon tests, but now that my surgery (yeah i know... yikes) is authorized i'm only waiting for them to call me for the date and have all the time in the world to get my rest and write. i'm also working on your other (wink wink) request! thank you so much for being patient with me. hope this is what you had in mind! i also added my touch and ideas to it lmao. happy reading!!
🌀 read on ao3!
“You’re too good for me,” is the hesitant, small answer you give him while avoiding eye contact and playing with your fingers in front of your office’s shared coffee maker Leon had made countless paperwork excuses to be able to simply stop by — to his question, that is, about why you wouldn’t go on a simple date with him.
You puff out an awkward laugh to smooth things over as humorous but it’s forced and not at all sincere.
It’s taken Leon a whole inner journey (Spain. Mostly the simultaneous trauma and catharsis of Spain) to get over himself to recognize what his heart truly wanted but was too pussy to look at before, yet here you two are. The lone angel in his life telling the failure Leon is that he’s too good? For you?
He simply stares, dumbly standing there, piping hot coffee that’s actually incompatible with his taste buds he insists he must do a detour to get from here simply because you often do, stiff and awkward in his hold, thinking he heard you wrong because he hasn’t gotten a good night’s rest — rest, not sleep — in forever since he came back from Spain.
He’s been forcing himself to come to work just for a glimpse of you and your pretty face to recharge his battery, heal his soul a bit, let you be all that occupies his mind despite being laid off after that outrageous mission that resulted in the president’s unwanted favor and nightmares upon nightmares with only anxious yet soothing thoughts of you as the best bad out of the worst he’s had to face— and what is it that you said again?
You’re too good for me.
“You’re joking right?” Leon says, pride not knowing if it should be broken or not because he’s not sure to take this as a rejection, and it isn’t his intention for it to sound that harsh. He’s not some asshole who can’t take no for an answer, it’s your reasoning that has him downright jamming like a gun.
Leon has to remind himself to switch off work mode because now you look mousey as if he has a paw on your tail, shoulders pulled into yourself. “Sorry!” He feels so bad, heart expanding within his ribcage and it aches, fuck, he just wanted to ask you out and all he’s doing is scaring you. “I’m sorry, you were kidding. I didn’t get it— I’m kinda slow and you sound flat sometimes, of course you weren’t serious, I’m—”
“No, I was serious.” His eyebrows furrow at yet another self-degradation from you. “It’s you who has to be kidding. What do you mean too good for you?”
You are at a loss of words, mouth opening but nothing coming out, and finally look him in the eye and all Leon wants to do is lean down and capture your mouth, he’s heavily distracted by you licking your lips and swallowing, the sighting of the tip of your pink tongue makes his shirt suddenly suffocating and tight.
“I mean,” you begin tentatively, unaware of what’s going on in his head, vaguely gesturing to Leon. “Well… You’re you, I mean… And I’m. Me. Look at you and look at me. Why would you even…?”
“Hey,” Leon sets his mug on the counter, closing his eyes and pinching the insides with his thumb and pointer. The implications alone sent a zapping headache through his skull that he knows he has to rest to be able to unpack, especially when he’s finally decided on seriously pursuing you in spite of himself. Leon can’t let this remain unaddressed, for your sake and his sanity. “How about I wait for you after work today and we talk about this somewhere else?” He’s squinting. “In detail.”
“We don’t really need to—”
“We do.” Leon wants you to see he’s serious about this — about you. “Because I see something here that I want to pursue and we can’t have any misunderstandings. Would appreciate it if you at least give me the chance to clear the air.”
“P-pursue?” You swallow and Leon’s mind wanders again. “Clear the air you say…”
He breathes in. “Can you give me your phone?”
You slap it into his palm almost immediately, the speed with which you obey him without asking him any questions surprises him. He wants to scold if you’re willing to hand over your mobile to any guy who asks, but supposes it’s not his place — is frustrated this is what it takes to get him annoyed, as well. He isn’t some young adult. Weirdly, you make him feel like one.
He’s punching his own number in, despite the conflicting feelings, finally feeling like this is getting somewhere and he’s doing it when you start talking again, nervous. “You can uh, clear the air… right here… without taking me to a secondary location…”
His eyes flick up to yours in confusion and you look to the right immediately, and back to him. To the right. Back to him. It’s somehow comedic, because why do you look like you’re cornered by some bad guy?
You really look like you want to be anywhere else than here, Leon’s fucking this up and he doesn’t even know what he’s doing wrong. Was he going too fast? Should he have told you his number and let you save it instead?
You’re mumbling, nervousness clear as day for reasons he can’t fathom, he hears you, but he doesn’t really understand.
“What? What's wrong?" Leon asks, his voice laced with genuine concern. He takes a step closer, wanting to bridge the gap between you and alleviate whatever discomfort you were experiencing. "You seem... uneasy. Did I do something wrong?"
Your eyes meet his briefly, then quickly shift away again, as if you are struggling to find the right words.
Leon's heart sinks. His intention wasn’t to make you feel nervous or pressured, especially when he is genuinely trying to connect with you — then, in a brilliant moment of heart-stopping realization, the fact that you might just not be interested slaps him in the face and he’s…
Well. Wouldn’t that be the reality?
Leon is… He isn’t exactly the ideal man. Not with what he does, and how his life is. He’s aware of that. Have been running from forming connections because of what he knows will end up happening because of that. He can’t get attached and keep losing people — can’t keep getting hurt in the vicious cycle to prevent everyone from getting hurt. It’s been the bane of his existence ever since STRATCOM plucked him off straight from Raccoon City. Even if you work in the same field as him, just different offices, who is to say it will work out anyway?
He’s getting ahead of himself. You might not like him at all in the first place. Jesus.
Maybe you see him for what he is. Maybe you think he’s not —- the effort’s not worth it, and you wouldn’t exactly be wrong in thinking so. You could be wanting something else in life that he only has the desire to give you, and not the promise. He wouldn’t blame you, hell, who would blame someone for being their own person with their thoughts, wishes, wants and goals in life?
You’re too good for me, really, is his line. It has been right from the beginning, his excuse in running away from his undeniable, frightening attraction to you
"No, it's not you," you finally managed to articulate, prompting Leon to release the breath he was holding, your voice shaky, playing with your fingers. "I just... I feel a bit overwhelmed. This is all happening so fast, and I never expected..."
Leon nods, his expression softening as he realizes the weight of the situation. He hasn’t fully considered how his sudden confession and determination to pursue you might have caught you off guard. He has been so focused on his own feelings that he hasn’t taken into account your own thoughts and emotions.
"I understand," he replies, voice gentle and reassuring. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I just... I couldn't keep my feelings to myself anymore. But please know that I don't expect an immediate answer or any commitment from you. I just… Well. I just wanted to tell you. See where this goes. Or, maybe, if that’s not the case… Get rejected for good so I can move on, you know?"
You laugh a little and it’s genuine — you have no idea how it turns Leon’s heart into putty right where it hangs between two lungs. “Do you really mean all of that?”
“Of course,” he says, offended the tiniest bit. “Why do you think I would joke about something like this?”
“It’s not about you joking, really…” You’re uncomfortable again, hesitating to tell him something.
“Hey, you can tell me.”
“Can you promise you won’t get mad?”
“What am I, your father?” He snorts. “Come on, tell me.”
You brace yourself for it and he doesn’t understand why until you say it. “You, um… You’re kinda scary.”
He blinks. “Sorry?”
“Sorry!” You raise your hands up in panic. “I don’t really mean it like that, not to insult you or anything, it’s actually admirable, I’m just saying! Discipline, work ethic, unmatched field performance! You’re very… Very, uh… Intimidating, yeah, that’s the word…? I mean, like… You, uh, you’re famous, you know, we all know your work, you’re very hard working, working hard, very hard work — uh, um… So it’s…”
“I scare you?” Leon swears he felt his eyes get bigger the faster you kept on vomiting words. “You think I would hurt you?”
“No!” You reject strongly, waving a nervous hand at him. Silence befalls later, which you follow awkwardly with a silent, guilty. “Maybe,” after clearing your throat.
He had always strived to be a protector, but he hadn't realized that his image and reputation — what it had become after Spain — could have such an effect on someone he cares about.
"I never meant to scare you," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse, he puts the coffee mug on the counter and leans his hip on it, shoulders sagging a bit as he crosses his arms. The thought of you only feeling intimidation about him leaves a bitter taste worse than the coffee does. "I guess... I've always been so focused on work, on the dangers just around the corner — I’m aware how it might affect my relationships in the long run so I never attempted to form any at all, but I never realized how it might affect how people see me in the first place. I never wanted to make you, of all people, to feel this way. I could never hurt you. Never."
“I didn’t want to imply you’re a guy who’d intentionally hurt someone—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he sighs, ruffling his hair to get rid of the awkwardness. “So I’ve just been bugging you this whole time, huh? Jesus. I’m so sorry.”
“No! No, don’t say that, you’re amazing! You’re like a hero around here…”
“Around here doesn’t mean shit,” he replies curtly, and regrets cursing like that in front of you immediately. It’s unbecoming of him — and doesn’t help his image in your eyes at all. He’s getting frustrated. His tone lowers into a softer, more disappointed, heartfelt one. “I only care how you think of me.”
“Well, you’re amazing,” you say again, bashfully this time, and it prompts him to look at you. There’s something shy about you now that has him standing taller in anticipation, wondering if it’s him reading this wrong or not. “It’s pretty well-known if you didn’t know.”
“I don’t know,” he prods, idiot heart fluttering at the way you’re flustered. “What do you think? Besides intimidating, I mean. Not reporting on the local gossip this time, if you don’t mind.”
“You seem like a nice guy,” you settle. The middle ground. “I’ve seen you with the president’s daughter.”
Leon's expression softens at your words, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. He takes a deep breath, trying to let go of the tension that had built up within him. The mention brings a slight smile to his face, memories of Ashley flooding his mind, a fondness evident in his eyes. "Ah, Ashley. Yeah, that was quite the adventure. Though what can you be other than a nice guy when your mission is the president’s daughter?"
“I know a couple people who’d treat her like a package to be delivered. You prioritized her wellbeing more than anything.”
“What else was I supposed to prioritize?”
“You know what I mean. Emotional wellbeing. I’ve read your initial report and her statement. You cared about her.” A smile tugs at your lips, he can tell you’re a bit more comfortable now. "Especially during what you’ve been through. It's impressive how you handle yourself in those situations."
He shrugs modestly, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. You respect him. "I guess you could say it comes with the job. But it's not all action and danger, you know. There's more to me than just being a government agent."
Your curiosity piques, and you tilt your head, prompting him to continue. "Tell me more. What's Leon Kennedy like outside of work and missions?"
It catches him off guard that you want to know more and take the first step. You could have just rejected him. His heart picks up, chest expanding in excitement, he’s glad for the opportunity to share a glimpse of his life beyond the chaos of his work — he’s normally not eager to share pieces of his life like this, but… He’d give it to you on a silver platter, whether it'd lure you in or not. That’s how Leon knows he wants this with you so bad. “I wanna lie to woo you but… Would it be too unattractive to tell I really don’t have a life outside of work? I’m still trying to find some balance in my life. The upper echelon guys are pretty ruthless and demanding. I guess it means I can say I’m into traveling?”
“Is this the cool guy way of saying you’re an introvert these days?”
The unexpectedness of it is what gets him to throw his head back to laugh, and he catches you staring, scrambling to rub his face to get rid of it and regain some composure. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Pretty much.”
“Well,” you gesture at him, there’s a vague pink hue dusting your cheeks. “What are you into, then?”
God, he can’t stop, “Other than you?” from escaping his dumb mouth. He shouldn’t have said it. It’s too corny. So uncalled for. Your mouth hangs open and he wishes he could rewind the tape to take it back and choose some other option. “Say… What about we continue this discussion after work? I know a good coffee place. Let me make it up to you for invading your lunch time. I’ll tell you all about me, what do you say?”
You look at the clock on the wall, he knows you didn’t get to have anything because he decided to turn up and serenade you with unwanted attention, it’s two birds with one stone for him if you decide to accept — he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t see a perfect moment to seize the chance.
“Coffee sounds perfect,” you nod, with no pressure from him, and it lifts a great weight off his shoulders. “Would it be okay if I eat something too?”
Why are you so adorable? You don’t know that you own the power to get Leon to have your superiors let you go for the day, but he can’t get too excited right now. “Say the word and it becomes a dinner date.”
It gets you flustered again, you don’t know where to put your hands, and he’s so happy about it. “It’s a weekday… That’d be a bit exhausting…”
“Okay. Coffee date it is.”
He’s noticing you like the cheeky confidence, and it makes sense, considering the intensity had you intimidated. “Thank you,” you say. “I’d like that.”
“Believe me,” Leon can’t stop the grin from overtaking his expression. “My pleasure. You’re honestly too good for me.”
There’s the sudden urge to kiss you when vulnerability and shyness lights up your whole face, but he’ll take it slow. He has to take it slow. For himself.
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
I made posters of some webtoons! I particularly love MGNB but I thought some of these would work very well in the teen and YA bedrooms I've been making. Changing the pushpin colors is how I've been practicing working with UV maps, too.
My next challenge is to redesign these with Simlish logos instead buuuut it may take me a minute.
All credit to the original artists. I just moved their amazing art onto posters. If anyone feels this is overstepping I'm happy to take them down, but I wanted to celebrate some things I love.
April fool's? ⁉️ Only for April 1st? ⁉️ That's a weak mindset. That's low perfomance 📉 👎👎 I am a fool every day 🗓 The grind 💪💪💪📈 never stops ❌ ⛔️ I am in it for the long run 🔛🏃♀️ No quitter mindset here 🚫🔝 🏆
Elaine: So, in your experience, what's it like to be in love?
Elizabeth, smiling: Utterly blissful, just feelings of warmth and joy, sometimes it can be scary but it's worth it.
Diane, blushing: Agreed it just make me giddy and floaty. I am utterly floored by this feeling of free falling into the sun.
Elaine: And you Merlin?
Merlin, drinking wine: Well, it's simultaneously the joy of when the waiter screws up and gives you free dessert, and the fear that when someone wishes you a happy birthday you'll tell them "thanks, you too!".
So I made a poll asking if anyone would be interested in a guide/master post that included advice on how to creative better immersive gameplay. The feed back was great! Everyone said yes to the idea so I worked on this carrd for a good 3 days. It is finally done & im excited to share! I’ve always struggled keeping myself interested and immersed with my gameplay, but now I am confident enough to say that I’m able to enjoy it thanks to some great mod creators & simblrs that continue to inspire me. Most importantly, finding out how I personally enjoy playing the game! If you’re someone who enjoys gameplay, but struggle keeping it enjoyable for yourself, this might help you in someway. If you’re a new(or seasoned) gameplay simblr that has no idea what you want to do in your save file…I hope something in this guide helps you out as well! >< GAMEPLAY GUIDE HERE this carrd is best viewed on desktop!
update the game so that you don't have your whole Mods folder in but move mods, tray and saves to a safe place and update.
clear caches, old last exception files and anything that does not belong in the game files.
once updated start the game vanilla with no mods, let the game generate new save, tray and mods folders.
In game make a vanilla sim , move them to vanilla lot , play a while and save the game and exit.
Do not put ANY MODS in your game until you are sure they are UPDATED!
Put your mods back in game and test them with that vanilla save.
Start with visual overhauls, lighting mods etc..
Add big mods like MCCC, UI cheats etc..
Then smaller mods and always make sure you have the udpated versions
Lastly add your defaults
then other cc and do not dump everything in there at once, but try to put them in smaller patches
and with every mod or folder of cc you add, test the gameplay with your vanilla household.
Once you are sure you have all mods working and udpated you want you can move back your Saves and Tray from the safe place you put them.
Do not go on and about harassing modders to fix their mods, this is a big udpate, updating lot of functions from the base game and other packs. Some mods might break a lot some less, so give modders time to fix their mods and don't be an ass about it.
This way you can update safely and you don't have to be worrying of the possible bugs the udpate gives (remember time moving in cas bug, instant getting older bug) and possibly corrupt your save file with a broken mod. You can spend few days with the vanilla save to make sure everything works as it should.
Hi Sleepy! I really really love your drawing and especially the Task Force 141 arts.
I'm wondering how do you draw TF141 differently? Because I've been practicing my art but I seem to have a same face syndrom 😔
Love you and thank you sleepy!
Hello Anon! (^▽^)/
Thank you so much for the kind words! And about how I draw Task Force 141, what I do is I observe their facial features. really, like hairline, jaw shapes, eyebrows, eye alignment, mouth shapes, and No matter how small the difference you draw, it actually contributes to the whole entire face! (★ω★)
This thing has actually been waiting in my draft and finally I get to finish it today.
Have my unnecessarily over-detailed facial features and structures of Task Force 141 members! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
Disclaimer : This is how I draw them based on my art style and observation and study. This is just me answering the question.
(yes this started as my personal note and facial study but I got carried away)
This is so over-detailed ASDFSADFAD ＼(º □ º l|l)/ I'M SORRY I JUST LOVE STUDYING FACIAL STRUCTURES.
Anyway, I hope this answers your question, and hope you love it!
So we have the main 10 boys all living together outside the city/large town right and they each meet a cutie,
Sans meets his cute human while at the park with frisk. The humans dog just runs up to frisk and that’s how they meet
Blue and papyrus meet theirs at an arcade, maybe they team up for laser tag against some mean people. Instant friends
Red meets his on the street, some ahole insults him and be for he can respond a human stands up for him. the ahole insults they way the human is dressed so red and human team up to verbally destroy this ahole.
Mutt was at the art store when a cute human asked him if he could get them something from the top shelf. They get to talking they show each other their art, and get coffee
Stretch was in line at a book signing. He and the person in line behind him start to talk about the books they like and after they get their books signed they exchange numbers
Black goes to a small bakery/coffee shop to review it for his surprisingly popular food blog. The owner’s adult kid (who runs the shop part time for their parents) is super sweet just like the food. Black knows that they are being genuine from his years in the Guard. The food is great and he soon becomes a regular. He didn’t day dream about what their life together would be like while drinking the coffee they gave him what are you talking about.
Edge runs into his at the pet store. He brought doomfanger so that the cat could pick out its own clothes. The little matchmaker that he is doomfanger jumps of edge and walks along the shelf’s so it can curl up around the neck of this poor human who just wants to get some food for their dog and other pets. Edge begrudgingly becomes friends with the human because if doomfanger likes them there has too be a reason.
Ht sans and papyrus (idk what nicknames to give them) meat them when they spot an angelic human in a clearing in the woods having a picnic with their dog, the human sees them but instead of being scared the human instead invites they to sit and eat. The human follows the law of “if the dog likes a person they are good, never trust a person a dog doesn’t trust” so sense they dog wasn’t scared of these two giants they shouldn’t be either.
The joke is basically that the cute person is the same person for all of them but they don’t realize this for far to long.
Y/N dresses differently depending on the mood or the occasion.
(I felt like this part was cringing, but in a bad way so it’s gone)
Black talking about his brother mutt? The y/n just thinks it’s a common monster name
Red complains about some “orange bastard” and his “shitty romance books”? The humans like reds not talking about stretch, why would he be plenty of people like the colors orange and like romance books
They only find out when one of them invites there friend over for game night (blue and papyrus knew all along but they thought not telling anyone would be funny. They were correct)
Then you got another problem. If all of them have a crush on the same person who gets to date the human? High jinks ensue.
No sadness…unless 👀 but that is up to you if you write it. I might but that has like a 99.999999999999999371% chance of not happening
All spelling errors are unintentional and I didn’t reread this it’s just a stream of consciousness sorry
is this what I feels like to be there at the birth of a new Fandom? to be there for all the starter fics? cause I feel like a fucking elder in a fantasy story or like Aslan like,
"yeah. I've been since the beginning. I was there for it all you punny little mortals. I'VE BEEN HERE SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME"
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