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inbox closed for the time being until i can get caught up once my mental health gets better.

im slowly losing interest in date everything and i cant write anything that’ll be good enough for me to post. you guys deserve beautiful content and i feel like i cant give you the best.

thank you for you patience <3

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quick announcement

hello my loves <3

ill be on hiatus for 4 days since im going on vacation (seeing the weeknd in concert :3)

thank you for your patience my darlings <3

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If your requests are closed, feel free to ignore this. But long story short: this demiromantic creature (me) ended up loving Kopi so much despite just trying to befriend everyone. She’s just so sweet and I love how passionate she is about her craft. The only problem is… I hate coffee.

There. I said it. :( Coffee just tastes so bitter to me, almost burnt. Even if I try really hard to cover it up with cream and sugar and stuff.

Do you think Kopi x Reader is still posible in this scenario? Maybe Kopi makes different types of hot cocoa instead, or tries to find the right combination of flavors to make Reader like coffee.

as a coffee addict, i HAD to write this during my break at work. see what i do for yall? <3

You take a sip of the chocolatey brown liquid swirling in your porcelain mug, licking your lips as you let the taste marinate on your tongue. Kopi noticed the little cringe from you, your nose scrunching and your brows knotting. Kopi sighed. "Not good, huh?"

You shake your head, "No.. not really. I'm sorry.." You answer, setting the mug down. That was about the.. fifth attempt out of Kopi to try and find a coffee that you would enjoy. After all, one of her biggest love languages was making coffee for people. And especially you, your partner. Only.. you hated coffee. The taste. The smell. You always did your best to avoid walking past cafes and coffee shops that would flood your sensitive nose..

Kopi gave an encouraging smile, but you could sense a small bit of frustration behind her. Not at you, heavens no! She could never be angry with you. She was more frustrated with herself, than anything. How could she not know what you liked?! You were her partner, she felt like she should know you, but- She didn't! "All good, love! Don't worry your cute little head about it! We'll figure something else out." Kopi turned back to the counter, her mind reeling as she tried to think of what you'd like.

Vanilla syrup? No. White chocolate? Absolutely not. Maybe an iced coffee? No.. not even that. What would you like? Then.. an idea flashed in her eyes. Yes.. perfect.

You watched as Kopi's hands worked quickly and without any flaws or hesitation. She tossed around ingredients like a hibachi chef, obviously taking great pride with what she was about to accomplish here. Eventually, she turned around, and a mug was set before you. Kopi smiled. "Here. Try this. It's hot chocolate."

You perked up, "Really?" You actually seemed quite hopeful and somewhat .. excited about it. You always loved hot chocolate, you drank it as a child during the holidays with your family, and it always brought back warm memories for you. You eagerly took the mug, feeling the warmth heat up your fingers.. before you took a sip. Immediately you were flooded with the nostalgic warmth of chocolate, with a hint of sweetness.. You sigh, your lips curling into a smile. "It's absolutely perfect."

Kopi then grinned, "Good.. because it's actually coffee."

You pause mid-raising your mug again to your lips. "Excuse me?"

Kopi laughed, "It's coffee, sweetheart. I figured out how to get the coffee to taste like hot chocolate, just for you."

.. Goddammit Kopi was too smart for her own good. You just stare blankly at her, before you spoke up. "Kopi?"

Kopi perked up, "Yeah?"

You furrow your brows. ".. You owe me an actual hot chocolate."

"But you liked it."

"STOP."

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The kiss and run away chase post is so fluffy 😍 can you do a other version with Timothy/Timmy Nyan and Curt & Rod

Timothy let you sit on his lap, writing out the shhhedule for next week, what times you both would eat together, spend time together, and.. other things.

"Really? Sex at 9 PM?" You ask, your arms wrapped around Timothy's shoulders tighter as you rub your cheek against the top of his head. "Seems a little harsh."

Timothy scoffed, tutting at you like a mother scolding her child. "Not earlier, not later. It's a very reasonable time, my love!" The way his lips lightly formed into a pout was adorable to you, like a child who was told no.

You giggle, rolling your eyes. "Fine, fine.. whatever you say, Timothy." You jump when your phone blares that disgusting alarm, meaning you had to start getting ready for work. You groan, removing yourself from Timothy and standing up. You couldn't help but notice that small flicker of defiance in his eyes as you got up. He couldn't help it. He wanted more time with you. That's why he made this shhhedule!

".. Run along now, my love." Timothy spoke, doing his best to hide his desperation and discomfort at your lack of presence. He really was like a clingy housecat. What was he supposed to do without you here? "I will see you when you return." He was cut off by the feeling of you grabbing his face and giving him a slow, deep kiss on his lips. He tensed up, his gloved hand dropping the pen he held. Your kiss was hot, and you pulled away slowly. .. Yet you didn't say a word, you just smiled and walked off like nothing happened.

He had to let you go though. As much as he wanted to go over and make you late for work, he had to stick to the shhhedule..

You were showing off your outfit for a night out with some friends to Curt and Rod in the living room. You actually took the time out to do your hair, make it look somewhat decent, and you treated yourself to a new outfit. (Thanks to Curt and Rod convincing you your wardrobe was trash.)

"Hell yeah, baby, you lookin' good." Rod spoke up, his cheeks lightly flushing and his heart pounding in his chest.

Curt nodded in agreement, whistling a bit as you turned around. "Forgot you have a nice ass."

You smile at their compliments, feeling your confidence somewhat return. You weren't normally a person who would just.. go out and dance or drink or anything. You were a hermit. You loved your privacy, your peace. And of course, being cooped up at home with your boyfriends... who were curtains. Totally normal.

"You two gonna be alright while I'm gone? No causing trouble or breaking things?" You ask as you grab your keys and your phone.

Curt shook his head, "We'll be juuuust fine.. minus missing you."

Rod rolled his eyes, "This guy.."

You laugh at their banter, before you walked up to them sitting on the edge of your bed. "I'll try not to be out too late, okay?" You say to them, pressing a linger kiss on Rod's lips, lightly biting down on his lower lip. You turn to Curt, giving him a lingering kiss yet slipping your tongue into his mouth. Before you could turn back and run out, you felt two hands grab you and yank you back, followed by two voices laughing in your ear.

"Oh now you REALLY can't go."

"You can always go out another night.."

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Rubs my hands… oughhhh that stefan writing was WONDERFULL!, From now on I will be know as teddy anon and I will eat all of ur writing…

i love you teddy anon

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AGH PLEASE WRITE SOME SMUT WITH DOUG

"Stay still, would you?" Doug grumbled in your ear as he held you against the wall of the kitchen. He had an iron grip on your naked body, your body stuffed with his fat cock. (Come on, we all know this man is swinging some DICK.) You were squirming, your body adjusting to the thickness that stuffed you. "Can't even fuck you right with you moving around."

"Shut up-" You answer through strained moans, your nails digging into the skin of Doug's shoulder as you felt his cock pulsing inside of you. "You're splitting me in half right now a-" He cut you off with a rough thrust, which you cry out and toss your head back against the wall.

"Good God, how hard is it to shut you up." He grumbled in frustration as he planted his hand on the wall, pistoning his hips back and forth to fuck into your sopping hole. He was merciless, gripping onto you with his free hand with an iron grip. His body was hot to the touch, and you felt like you could pass out any minute.

Your cries of moans of pleasure were to die for, in his eyes. He knew you had an attitude with him, and he could easily shut you up with the promise of fucking you into the wall, the mattress, any area that was closest to the two of you.

"D-Deep..!" You babble.

Doug cracked a grin and gave a cheeky laugh into the shell of your ear, his own labored breathing and grunts mixing with yours and sending more shivers down your spine. "No shit, sherlock." He answered, grabbing the flesh of your ass and digging himself further into you. ".. Fuck- After all the times I've fucked you you're still so tight? What the hell is wrong with you.." He whispered, his voice laced with a slight growl. Despite his clear exasperation, he leaned up to kiss you, another way of shutting you up and getting you to be quiet. Not that Doug cared who heard..

Your kiss was sloppy and drooly. He pulled away from you, his tongue sticking out as a string of saliva connected you both. He whispered to you, ".. I cannot get enough of you.." He continued to fuck you against the wall, your legs feeling like jelly as they lazily locked him to you..

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hello I have a question can you do Kristoff the treadmill guy from date everything having the player character come out to him and then he Comforts the player character whose family disown them essentially for coming out?

I hope you have a nice day

remember everyone: you are loved, you are human, and you are beautiful. <3 this can be platonic or romantic, whichever you want!

Everyone deserved a loving family. People deserved to have others to turn to in times of comfort.. and most of all acceptance. Growing up, you were loved deeply by your family. You remember all of the hugs and excitement surrounding you at family gatherings, and how everyone saw you as their perfect angel.

The phone call still haunted you. You remember the sound of your mother screaming at you over the phone, asking where her baby had gone. You were numb, listening to your mother practically curse you to rot for all of eternity.. all because of who you were.

Then the text messages from other family members. A couple of your cousins were supportive, telling you if you needed anything then to let them know. But the rest..? Name calling, scorning, hateful words. You nearly threw your phone at the wall in anger.

... you knew just what you needed right now. But you didn't want him to see you hysterically crying and one minor inconvenience away from snapping and strangling whoever was closest to you. (And right now it was Lux.)

You trudged yourself up the stairs, your arms hugging yourself as you tried to tune out the phone call and text messages in your mind, trying to replace them with happy thoughts.. like the idea that everyone in the house still loved you and that you would have support..

But it was still the fact that your own family couldn't stomach even the thought of you.

You push your gym door open, seeing Kristof busying himself with a weight, his muscular arms rippling as he curled his arms up and down. If you weren't so upset, you'd be impressed and just stand there and watch.. but not today.

Eventually, he caught sight of you. He gave you a wide grin, "Ah! My favorite trainee! Are you ready to train until your legs fall off?" He sounded so eager to see you, his eyes lighting up when he set down the weight back on the weight bench.

You said nothing, struggling to figure out how to tell him you weren't in the mood to train.. You just opened your mouth, no sound coming out. You weren't sure what to do.. what to say. Hell you haven't even cried yet.

".. Is.. Is everything.. alright?" Kristof asked, his voice toning down in energy as he took in your translucent face, your welled up eyes. He stood up, his hands on his hips.

That was it. You sniffled, shaking your head. ".. I told my family."

"Told them what?" When you clarified, he nodded, the pieces clicking in his mind. He sighed, walking over to you and opening up his arms. ".. Come here." Without missing a beat you step into Kristof's strong grasp, his arms circling you and holding you with a firmness that screamed acceptance and understanding. You cried into his chest, choked sobs and desperate gasps for air leaving you as you struggled to keep yourself standing. "It's alright.. you're okay. You're stronger than anyone I know.. don't forget that."

this isn't the best i apologize. i havent played date everything in so long and im suffering burnout :(

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PLEASE CAN YOU MAKE A FANFIC ABOUT US BUTING A BOW ON SKIPS DICK

anon i will write this but .. WHAT IS THIS JOAFGEUOHGOEAHG

.. He looked at you with the most confused expression in his face as you finished tying the bow on his dick. Skips's eyebrows were raised, and he just stared at you in between his legs. Was.. was this some inside joke of yours he wasn't aware of?

".. Uhm. Honey-" Skips started, trying to figure out how to ask you without ruining the mood. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair, taking a second to just.. process. Sure he heard of cock rings and other things.. but a bow? A bow?

"Yeah?" You reply, your naive tone immediately giving away that you saw absolutely nothing wrong with tying a pretty pink lacy bow on his dick. He looked so pretty! "What, what's wrong?"

Skips gazed down again at his dick. Number one, hell yeah. Number two.. he had to admit it looked kind of nice. A huge difference of his doom and gloom and darkness, and your soft and sweet nature. ".. I think the bow looks good." He chuckled, his shoulders shaking as his lips curled into a grin. "I should take fashion advice from you."

You giggle, crawling up and throwing your arms around him and pressing kisses to his cheek. The things he did just to make you happy..

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Hiii, may i perhaps request a cute fluffy baking cookies with mac with a fem reader? but the reader is stubborn and doesn't want to use the internet for help! and mac and reader do fluffy cute couple stuff, and then get a bit freaky and flirtly and start making out in the kitchen all messy with ingridigents!!!! /nf :3 - angel anon

"You know, you're supposed to use-"

"Nope! No, don't tell me!" You answer Mac quickly as you set down your bowl of cookie batter, rushing over to your cabinet where your sugar and baking powder was. You opened it up, trying to remember which one to use first. You tapped your foot on the ground in thought. Off to the side, Mac covered their mouth and fought back snickering as they watched you struggle.

"Babe, it's okay. I can just tell you." Mac offered, a smug smile on their face as they leaned back in their chair. "I'm always here to help, you know." Their eyes settled over you, their cheeks flushed and their heart pounding at the sight of your hair messily pulled back, an apron on your body that was tied just right around your waist to accent the best parts of you..

You shook your head again, covering your ears. "Nope! Mac, sweetheart, don't." You looked over at them, your finger pointing at them. "I appreciate you wanting to help me. But I reaaally want to do this on my own. I'm trying to impress my friends at this damn Christmas party."

Mac rolled their eyes in amusement, "Oh come on. With a body like that, I don't know how they aren't impressed by you yet." You groan at their flirting, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. Mac laughed, wheeling themselves closer to you. "Baby- Baby, come on, I'm sorry."

You angle your head down to gaze at them, and you give them a smile. "Don't be sweet talking me to try and make me ask you for help." You muttered, crossing your arms.

Mac reached up and put their hands on your hips, their fingers lightly flexing as they felt up your hips and waist. "I'm not doing anything like that, baby." They then tugged you closer to them, both of you finally meeting for a kiss. You felt Mac's body relax under your hands, and a quiet moan rumbled in Mac's chest.

Before you knew it, you were in their lap, Mac's breathing heavy and quiet moaning leaving your lips. Their hands rubbed your hips, up your waist and your back. They feverishly grabbed at you through your clothes, the cookie dough forgotten completely on the counter.

Mac bit down on your lower lip, and they grinned at you, ".. sugar first."

You pull away, groaning in exasperation. "Goddammit, I told you not to-" You were cut of by Mac kissing you once more.

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　　 　.⠀⠀⠀ ू❀𝆬　𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋　．　∔

⠀ ⠀❜❀⠀˙⠀leon s. kennedy x fem!reader⠀(❁ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈)⠀˚

░⌦⠀ synopsis.⠀ ⠀domestic life with Leon pt2. 𖧷⠀⁺⠀

⠀. ⏝ི𓏶. ゜ imagine ⠀　being⠀ leon's　⠀wife⠀ ⋮

Your daughter is growing and Leon have a hard time let her go...

She’s thirteen now.

Thirteen going on fire.

She slams doors. Talks too fast. Leaves her shoes everywhere.

Her music is loud. Her laughter louder.

And when she cries, it’s like watching the moon crack.

You’re learning to give her space.

Leon—he doesn’t know how to let go. Not when it comes to her.

He watches her like she’s made of glass in a world full of hammers.

Follows her to the kitchen just to check the locks on the windows.

Drives her to school but circles the block three times after dropping her off—just to be sure.

You told him once:

“Leon. You can’t save her from everything.”

He looked at you and said, quietly,

“I have to try.”

She wants to go to a sleepover.

Just a simple one. Four girls. One big living room. Pizza, movies, laughter.

She begs. Pleads. Gives you the eyes. Gives him the eyes.

“Please, Dad? I’ll call every hour. I swear. I’ll send pictures. I’ll send a video of me being alive. Please?”

He stares at her a long moment.

Then turns to you.

Then back to her.

And he says: “...I’ll park outside.”

She screams. Falls to the floor. Clutches her heart like he’s killed her.

“YOU ARE ACTUALLY THE WORST FATHER EVER—”

He smiles. “Still alive, though.”

You finally talk him into letting go a little.

Not because he’s ready. But because Lily is.

She’s braver than both of you. Fiercer, too.

And it kills Leon a little—how fast she’s growing, how much of her life he can’t protect.

You catch him one night sitting on her bed after she’s gone.

He’s holding a stuffed lion she used to sleep with.

His fingers trail the frayed fabric like it’s a relic.

“She doesn’t need me like she used to,” he says.

You kneel behind him, wrap your arms around his back.

“She does. Just… in different ways.”

He leans into you. The lion falls into his lap.

“You think I’ll know what to do when she’s twenty?”

“I think you’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t want her to turn out like me.”

You kiss his shoulder. “She won’t. She’s turning out like us.”

Then comes the boy.

Sixteen years old. Soft voice. Soft hands.

Too pretty. Too polite.

Smells like overpriced body spray and nerves.

Leon’s smile when he opens the door is cold.

You are so close to dragging him to the kitchen when he says,

“Have you ever fired a weapon?”

The poor boy blinks. “Uh—no?”

Leon’s voice is deadpan. “Wanna learn?”

Lily nearly tackles him down the stairs.

“Dad, stop! I like him!”

Leon doesn’t respond. Just leans against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes flat and unreadable.

But that night, when you’re lying in bed, he turns toward you and murmurs,

“I don’t trust him.”

“You don’t trust anyone.”

He shrugs. “Exactly.”

Then she comes home crying.

It’s late. Almost midnight.

She stumbles through the front door—face blotchy, mascara smeared.

You’re on your feet in a second. Leon’s already behind you.

“What happened?” you breathe.

Lily just shakes her head, wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie.

Leon’s voice is quiet. Too quiet.

“Did he touch you?”

Her lip trembles. “No. He just… he kissed another girl. At a party. Said it was a mistake.”

You exhale.

Leon doesn’t.

He walks past you. Grabs his keys.

“Leon,” you say. Firm. Sharp. “Stop.”

“He hurt her.”

“He’s a kid.”

“So?”

The room goes silent.

You move to him, place your hand on his chest.

“She needs you here. Not out there being the monster in her memory.”

He looks down at you, jaw tight.

Then at Lily, who’s curled on the couch, crying into a pillow.

Small. Shaking. Still his whole world.

Leon drops the keys.

Sits beside her.

Pulls her into his arms.

“You’re okay,” he whispers. “You’re safe. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

He teaches her how to shoot a gun when she turns seventeen.

He doesn’t want to. He swore he never would.

But she asks. Really asks.

Not out of rebellion. Not for fun.

Because she wants to feel safe the way he always made her feel.

Leon takes her to a private range.

Shows her how to hold it. Breathe. Fire.

Her hands shake. He’s steady as stone beside her.

“You’re strong,” he tells her, watching her hit the target dead center.

“You made me strong,” she says.

He doesn’t cry. Not then.

But that night, when she’s asleep upstairs,

you find him sitting in the dark, eyes red, hands still smelling of gunpowder.

“She’s gonna leave one day,” he whispers. “And I won’t be there to protect her.”

You kneel in front of him. Take his face in your hands.

“She’s gonna be okay. Because you raised her to be.”

She’s gone.

Not in the way he once feared—not stolen, not taken, not lost in blood and smoke and fire.

No.

Just gone the way all daughters go.

Gone the way time demands.

Moved into a new apartment. Far from home. Far from him.

Not too far. She visits every week. Calls every other day.

But Leon wakes up sometimes in the middle of the night,

thinking he hears her door creak open,

thinking he hears that sweet little voice saying:

“Dad? Can I sleep with you?”

It’s not her voice anymore.

She’s grown. A woman now.

And God, she’s beautiful.

She’s got your smile. His eyes.

Her own fire.

She’s working at an NGO now—organizing recovery for trauma victims.

Says she wants to help people the way he helped her.

It makes him proud.

It makes him ache.

“You’re everything I couldn’t be,” he tells her once.

And she just frowns.

“Don’t say that. I am who I am because of you.”

You notice it first.

The way Leon breathes heavier when he kneels.

The way his hands tremble a little when he buttons his shirt.

The growing silence in him. A deeper one than before.

You ask if he’s okay.

He lies like he always has.

He doesn’t want Lily to worry.

She’s busy. Living. Healing.

So you sit with him, in the dark, and you hold his hand while he says nothing.

She gets engaged.

You cry when she tells you. She glows with happiness.

Leon… doesn’t speak at first.

He nods. Smiles a little. Says, “That’s great, sweetheart.”

But that night, he sits alone in the garage. On the old workbench.

You find him there with an unopened beer and your wedding photo in his hands.

“She was just learning how to ride a bike,” he says. “I turned around and now she’s… marrying some guy.”

You kneel beside him. Take his face in your hands.

“She’s still your little girl.”

He laughs. Bitter. Soft.

“She was never mine to keep.”

He walks her down the aisle.

The music swells. Everyone stands.

Leon’s wearing a dark suit. The one that still fits.

Hair silver at the temples now. Face worn and carved from years of living too hard.

But his hands are steady when he holds her arm.

His voice steady when he whispers in her ear:

“You don’t owe me anything. But thank you… for letting me be your dad.”

She turns to him, tears in her lashes, and kisses his cheek.

“I’ll always be your girl.”

He walks her to the altar, places her hand in the groom’s.

Smiles. Steps back.

His jaw clenches so tight it aches.

He does not cry. Not here. Not yet.

But his whole world shifts.

He realizes—for the first time—

his job is done.

Years pass.

Photos fill the walls now.

Pictures of Lily at the beach. Holding a newborn. Laughing with her husband.

Smiling beside Leon. Always smiling beside him.

You’re older now too. He helps you with the stairs. Still brings you tea in the morning. Still calls you "honey" and "baby" and sometimes, just "you."

Sometimes Lily comes by with her children.

Little feet on hardwood. High-pitched voices calling:

“Grandpa! Grandpa!”

And Leon picks them up even when his back protests.

Hugs them close. Breathes them in like oxygen.

But sometimes he stares at them too long.

Goes too quiet.

You find him on the porch later, staring into the trees.

“Did I do okay?” he asks. “Was I a good dad?”

You sit beside him. Lean your head on his shoulder.

“You were the best. You are.”

He looks up at the sky.

Whispers, “I wanted to give her a world better than the one I knew.”

And you smile.

“You did. She lives in it.”

Sometimes at night, he dreams of Raccoon City.

He wakes in a sweat. Heart pounding. Hands clenched.

He sees Lily at seven years old.

In a burning street. Screaming his name.

He reaches for her. But the ground splits. The fire takes her.

You find him in the bathroom. Splashing cold water on his face.

“She’s safe,” you whisper. “She’s alive. She’s okay.”

He nods.

But sometimes, he still needs to hear her voice to believe it.

So he calls her.

It’s past midnight. But she answers. Always.

“Dad?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, no—it’s okay. I’m up. What’s wrong?”

“…Nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

She’s quiet for a beat.

Then she says, “I love you.”

And he breathes. Finally.

“I love you too, baby.”

The house is quiet now.

It used to echo with laughter, footsteps, arguments, the sound of your daughter slamming doors and your husband muttering under his breath.

But the years passed. And life kept moving.

The kids are grown. Lily’s a mother of two now. She visits every week—always with flowers, always with warm hands and tired eyes that still look like Leon’s.

She tries not to cry when she sees him now.

You notice.

Because Leon is fading.

Not in the dramatic way he used to fear—no virus, no explosion, no chaos. Just… slow.

Quiet. Like dusk.

His hair is silver now. His body aches. His knees are wrecked from years of fieldwork.

But it’s not pain that’s stealing him.

It’s time.

The one thing he couldn’t outshoot, outrun, or outsmart.

You sit with him most days.

Out on the porch, where the wind is kind and the sun warms the wood under your bare feet.

He holds your hand like it’s the only thing tethering him to the earth.

Thumb brushing your knuckles. Palm still calloused. Still strong.

But softer now. Tired.

“Remember when Lily broke her arm?” he asks one morning, voice a little slow, memory drifting in and out like smoke.

You smile. “She told us she was climbing the fence to prove to the neighbor kid she wasn’t afraid of tetanus.”

He chuckles. Then coughs.

You rub his back gently until it passes.

“She’s just like you,” he murmurs.

“She’s just like you,” you reply.

He looks at you then. Really looks.

Eyes cloudy with age, but still blue. Still his.

The doctors told you not to expect miracles.

They didn’t know who they were talking to.

Leon was a miracle.

He should’ve died a hundred times.

But he didn’t.

He stayed.

Long enough to love.

Long enough to live.

Long enough to see his daughter grow up, and his grandchildren run barefoot through the grass he planted with his own hands.

But even miracles have an end.

He asks you one night if you’re afraid.

Lying in bed beside him, his body warm but weaker, curled slightly toward you like always.

You blink in the soft light. “Afraid of what?”

“Of me… not being here.”

You stare at him. Then slowly, deliberately, bring his hand to your chest.

“I carry you with me,” you whisper. “In every breath. Every step. You’ll never really go.”

His eyes fill. Just a little. He doesn’t blink them away.

“I wanted to give you more,” he says. “You deserved… the whole world.”

“You gave me you, Leon,” you say. “That was all I ever wanted.”

The last days are soft.

He sleeps more. Talks less.

Sometimes, he forgets things.

But never you.

Never your name.

Never your voice.

Never your hand.

And when the time comes, it’s not with violence.

It’s with peace.

He’s lying in your arms. Breathing slow.

Sunlight through the window, warm on his skin.

Lily is beside you, holding his other hand, weeping silently but bravely.

Leon smiles. Barely. Just enough.

His voice is faint. But clear:

“You made everything worth it.”

You kiss his forehead, just under the line of his hair.

He used to hate his grays. You always loved them.

“Go rest, baby,” you whisper. “You did so good. We’re okay now.”

And when he goes—

It’s like a breath.

A sigh.

Like someone finally laying down a burden they’ve carried too long.

No pain.

No monsters.

No regrets.

Just love.

And silence.

And you.

The house is quiet. But not empty.

Photos. Laughter in the walls. His boots still by the door.

Lily plants sunflowers in the yard.

His grandson carries his name.

And you sit on the porch with a cup of tea, wind in your hair, hand resting on your chest.

You can still feel him there.

In the way the light hits the trees.

In the soft creak of the swing.

In the warmth of your daughter’s arms when she hugs you.

Leon saved the world a hundred times.

But in the end—

he saved you most of all.

And that…

That was the miracle.

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[cybermannete]

Could we get more teddy smut..? OR STEFAN!! I love them so much ughhhh

never written for stefan so ill do that! big boys is your type anon i like that

A big strong hand keeping your body bent over his kitchen counter, his broad shoulders and chest pressing against your back, and a muscular leg forcing your thighs apart.

Two thick fingers slipping in and out of your dripping hole, switching from slow and sensual to rough and punishing. It was your fault for messing up a recipe, and he had to remind you what happens when it isn't perfect.. well, perfect to his standards.

".. You're close, huh?" He asked, his mouth pressed against the shell of your ear as you tremble beneath his solid body. His fingers slowed, pulling out of you and allowing the slick that had gathered to stick and expel on his fingers.. your arousal evident. He licked his fingers clean with a satisfied groan at your taste. The perfect balance of sweet and salty. A creamy consistency... "Hm. Closer than I thought."

You wiggle your ass pathetically, nonverbally begging for more attention on you. It was mind numbing, how much of an affect he had on you. You were never one for attention to detail.. nor were you one for perfection. But with Stefan, you had such an eye for detail when it came to your cooking. So when he offered to teach you how to cook.. you didn't exactly expect this form of discipline when you got things wrong.

"Are you going to get it right this time?" Stefan asked you, a thumb pressing flat against your opening, which was practically screaming for stimulation at this point. You nod, humming a desperate "mhm". You gasp as he smacked you on your ass, the stinging causing you to lurch forward and toss your head back. "Not an answer."

You open your lips, meekly whispering. "Yes, chef."

A satisfied grin came across his lips at your answer, and he struggled not to yank his pants down and fuck you senseless against the counter.. but he was a very patient man. And a chef would never leave a dish uncooked.

[cybermannete]

hi! i really love ur swirly dividers & would love to use them for my fics, can u make beige/brown swirly dividers next? they would match my blog well, thank you so much ><

hi, thank you!! here's the beige/brown version, hope these help!

◦˚~ BEIGE & BROWN SWIRLY DIVIDERS by enchanthings ~˚◦

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[cybermannete]

HIHI!! I finally saw that your inbox was open and was wondering if I can request a Kopi (MTF) X AFAB reader (nsfw headcanons) and if you want, with a lil SFW? Love your writing!!

-XOXO, ANON

Kopi is such a nervous lover. Insecurities and anxiety wrack her body, and she tends to either take things super slow or she's so excited to move things quite fast.

"Do you want me to take this off? Oh- no, not yet, okay-"

Please don't be upset if you two don't get all the way, Kopi gets nervous and jittery.

But when you do get all the way, it's euphoric.

She has a tendency to get a bit loud depending on how overstimulated she is, so be prepared to silence her with kissing.

Her favorite spot is the kitchen counter, right by her espresso machine. Nothing is more erotic than watching your nude body lean against it, the very thing she lives for.

Mutual masturbation is a must for you two, both of your fingers working on each other as you stare at each other, mouths agape and moans leaving your lips.

She's super sensitive on her tummy, I dunno, I just thought it was cute. You'll kneel down between her legs and press kisses on her tummy, and she squirms in your grip and softly whines.

Sometimes, if you're both in a position where this is possible, you'll both eat each other out, her hands resting on the back of your thighs and your hands gripping onto hers. The way you both whine and moan together is orgasmic in itself.

Bonus if you use her little coffee station. Spray some whipped cream on your body, drip some white chocolate sauce down your body and she'll lick it all off, and vice versa.

[cybermannete]

How will The Hanks and Volt & Eddie react to a reader who randomly kiss them out of nowhere(Like Volt was having a conversation with Eddie or The Hanks prepping up for a stunt) and playfully runs away from before they react causing a chase

Oh MAN.

I don't think you realize just how much these boys FAWN over you. No seriously. They have fights over who loves you the most.

You love sitting and watching them get ready for their stunts, zipping up their suits and putting on their gloves while they hyped each other up to get excited.

Each one of them would flex in front of you, showing off how their muscles would ripple under the fabric, while giving you the sluttiest eyes imaginable, that basically told you what would happen whenever they got back.

Right before they leave, however, you go up to them one at a time to give them a sweet kiss on their lips. Every single one of them would freeze, their cheeks burning red from the sudden affection.

You say your goodbye to them, telling them you love them, and you leave the room. Before you know it, you hear five pairs of running footsteps coming after you.

"OH BOY, SMOOCHIN' TIME!" - all six

You had access to the Breaker Box at all times. Before opening, and after hours. The best part was watching Eddie fix something with his sleeves rolled up, or sitting and letting Volt hold your hand and kiss each of your fingers individually and tell you how beautiful you are.

You'd listen to their banter, and focus on the sheer difference of their personalities. They had one thing in common.. you.

After helping them out so much, they considered you the greatest thing in the world, and they shower you with love and appreciation constantly. They were your boys, and you loved them so much.

"Live wire, will you be around tonight? I'd love to see you sitting at your table.. remember, your table is always here." Volt would ask you with another kiss to the back of your hand.

You would sigh, shaking your head. "I'm sorry, Volt, I can't tonight. I promised a friend of mine I'd help her move."

Eddie's gruff sigh would catch your attention, and you would look over to see him climbing down the ladder to look at you. "You better be here tomorrow night though. Your hands are small enough for you to reach into the crevices of the lights.

You roll your eyes, "Yes, Eddie. I will be here." You look over as your phone beeped. As you get up to go, you smile. "Bye, Volt." You lean in and press a lingering kiss onto Volt's lips, before you make your way to Eddie and do the same. "Bye Eddie." You wave at the two dumbfounded idiots, before you turn to leave the breaker box. It was silent, before you heard the sound of footsteps hurrying after you.

"Well now, Live Wire, at least let us return the favors to you!"

"(Y/N), get back here, you can't just kiss and run off-!"

[cybermannete]

some pink dividers i've made ♡

NOTE: these are free to use - but please credit @petalpxl!