#(ada killed him oopsie)

[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : single's day?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as model number two // leon as Leon

To: Leon

Does it feel nice to be in a romcom? I feel as though I'm the male lead in a shoujo manga who keeps playing tough to get without intentionally trying. I... can assure that your efforts are not in vain. That crême brulée was really good. Also, since when have you been rookiecookie? When you said you were an Ada fan I wasn't expecting you to be Okra's number one fan as well. Do you trust me with even that information now?

I find myself happy that you're so enthusiastic to know so many mundane things about me. Did my sense of style live up to what you were imagining? What's your go-to flavor on a hard day? Do you even have ice cream? I'm basic enough to just down a tub of vanilla, but I never order it when I go out. What's your go-to order of ice cream? Your ice cream of choice when you need comfort?

How about your favorite flower? A fond memory to you? Just because I can not reciprocate your feelings yet doesn't mean that I can't get to know you nonetheless. Lay not yourself bare before me, but let me glance at you through the fabric of your veil? Does that make sense? Who knows.

It was nice seeing Sunshine again. Or, Sunny as you call him. He's always full of fun, and I know he liked that dog-friendly version of creme brulee we made. Maybe you should come meet Sesame Bun sometime. She's not quite as friendly, but I'm sure she'll warm up to you. Also, Ada's basically packed up for her move to Chicago, so it's not like I have much to do now.

She didn't end up moving too far away because the Midwest is her home, after all. I think she'll do great on the big stage. She suits it, and she has the influence now. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll be a supermodel too. Will you still sneak me a ticket then?

Well, that's all under the circumstance that even if we don't work out, we stay friends. What if we're dating by then? Do I get VIP backstage access? Kidding. That's not how shows work. Maybe Ada can fly me in twice a year and you the other two... tempting (kidding).

Ah, this letter seems to have gotten long. model number two

The knock on your door snaps you out of the trance you're stuck in after the letter.

"Delivery!"

"Hm?" You open the door, blinking at the bouquet of flowers.

"Uh... wrong house?"

"Hm? I'm fairly sure this is the right apartment. It's to someone... model number two?" The delivery worker raises a brow. "Apartment 1702."

"From?"

"...Christmas."

"That man really didn't— alright." You sigh. "Thank you for the delivery."

You take the flowers, bouquet a manageable size. You split it into different flowers, pulling all of the vases around the house to try and get all of them together, cutting and arranging them the whole afternoon. It's a little tiring, but you appreciate the sentiment nonetheless.

Sesame Bun joins you at one point, sitting on the marble counter as you toss the stems in the compost bin, ruffling her fur with a hum.

She meows back at you.

"It's from a pretty brother." You tell her in Chinese. "It's not from big sis Ada."

She meows again.

"They're safe for you. Don't worry." You scratch the back of her head, and finally finish with the flowers.

Sesame Bun follows you around the apartment as you put them all down, and as you get rid of the stems, you tilt your head at the card that's been left for you.

Oh.

Oh.

That's... cute. Wow.

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[asagirisfavoritepen]

The new chapter was crazy. Like wtf??? Ratstoievski (Fyodor) got the One Order??? And he has Bram's ability??? Does that mean that every time after he gets killed by an ability user he has 2 abilities??? Wasn't there like a rule that u can only have one??

Also, am I the only one that thinks that Fyodor doesn't actually care about Aya like he pretends? I'm pretty sure bro is lying again.

And wtf do u mean Teruko is an actual child??? Like, when I saw the leaks I was pretty sure she gonna be fine cuz she's an adult. Nup. My girl is like 12. She ded. Also, did I read that right or are my reading comprehension skills shit? SHE WAS MONTHS OLD WHEN SHE FOUGHT IN THE WAR??? I swear to all the Gods that could possibly exist that if I see one more person talking shit about her I'm going to jail for torture and murder.

Oh almost forgot to mention that FUKUCHI FUCKING ABSORBED THE LIQUID SHE WAS TRANSFORMED INTO AFTER BEING STABBED

And the fuck u mean Fukuchi is being fully controlled by Fyodor? Bro isn't playing fair! Like, Fyodor is (kinda) immortal, he got the One Order, he got Bram's ability ("echoes" of it, but still) and a motherfucking tripolar singularity that's as strong as a God??? Not fair. Chuuya, Verlaine, move ur asses to that airport now.

And no Ranpo??? Where is my son??? (I'm younger than him) Huh??? Is my baby ok?? Is he hurt? He gotta be alive, right? Fukuzawa, Aya and Teruko survived the thingie-thing so he probably did too. Right???

And how come we didn't get skk or sskk this month?? It's Pride Month. Asagiri is being homophobic. (Jk, I don't ship either) But hey, we finally got some Atsushi. A whole panel!

Also, I will assume that since we didn't get any more Sigma or Fyodor's memories, Sigma will wake up soon. Probably knowing how to defeat Fyodor.

And wdym Fedya just "came up" with the war?? Didn't Fukuchi see it in some vision from Ame no gozen or smth? Did Fyo just walk to him and was like "Uhm so... there will be a war in like 40 years. So we... uhm gotta eliminate the ADA. Oopsies."???

I can't anymore

So long story short, BSD is becoming Naruto (everyone is over powered and gay and idk what's going on)

[zodiyack]

Oh Bother, My Brothers

Requested by peakysputain: Hi could you do an angsty Shelby sister please?

Pairing: Shelby & Gray family + Shelby!fem!reader (No romance)

Warnings: Swearing, angst, kidnapping, mention of murder, violence

Note: I decided to use one of my prompts for this! I know it’s not quite what you asked for but hope you like it! Also quick addition, I have no idea what the title so yes, I know it doesn’t make much sense or relate to the story oopsies

Prompt: (42 from this prompt list) “This is the third time I’ve been kidnapped this WEEK. It’s getting old.”

Taglist: @matth1w​ @redspaceace​ @simonsbluee​

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She was just minding her own business. Sitting on the bench, minding her own business. However, her peaceful state somehow led to her having a black bag forced onto her head and some mystery people dragging her away. She thrashed around, trying to get out of their hold, but today was not Y/n’s lucky day.

They tied her hands and tossed her into what she assumed to be one of the carts that carried hay, and shut the doors. Why were they taking her? Who were they? What did they want with her? So many questions raced through her mind. But Y/n was wise.

Aunt Pol taught her many things, including ways to break free from imprisonment back when the boys thought it as funny to lock her in her room on her date nights. She adjusted her leg a little, reaching down and grabbing for the knife that was hidden in her shoe. 

The binds on her hands prevented her from being able to grab it if it were to slide from her grip, so she focused as hard as she could. She felt it. The handle. Just as she was about to grab the knife, a chuckle came from the other side of her.

“Whatcha doin’ there, love? Got something in your shoe, do you?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, my foot itches. Wanna help out?” Y/n giggled to herself as the voice made sound of disgust. “Then piss off, eh?”

“You’ve got a mouth, don’t you?”

“Yeah, all humans do, in case you haven’t noticed.”

The person scoffed, then chuckled. “Whatever, smartass. Do you know where you’re going, Miss Shelby?”

“Not really, I can’t see with a bag on my head, but I guess you don’t have enough brains to have known that either.” Under the bag, she was smirking. If she learned anything from her brothers, it was how to get one someone’s nerves. How to rile them up, show them she wasn’t scared.

“Watch it.”

“Or what? You gonna pull a gun on me?” She laughed mockingly, “I’m a fucking Shelby. Death doesn’t scare me one bloody bit.”

“Sure. That’s what you all say, until you really face death. That’s when you’re frozen in fear, regretting every wrong you’ve ever made in your life.”

Their attempt of “exposing” her and getting into her head was pathetic. She let them know that, laughing until they yelled at her to shut up.

“You’re a fucking idiot! You really think you know everything about me and my family, don’t you?” She didn’t give them time to answer. “I will never regret anything at all in my life, I will never look death in the eye with a even an ounce of fear, and finally, I will never allow you, and your crimes against my family, to get away with this.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. What? Are you deaf or something? I’d sign it to you, but my hands are tied... literally.”

They grunted. A few seconds went by and finally, the world became light again. The bag was torn off her head, she blinked a couple times and squinted as her eyes slowly got used to the new brightness. A male sat in front of her, one she’d never seen before. Nonetheless, he was most likely someone who had beef with one of her brothers.

“So... what’d my brothers do this time?”

“Nothing, actually,” he grinned, “we just know that you’re one of the younger Shelbys, and a girl-”

“Correction. Woman. Please, continue!”

The man gave a huff of annoyance, “as I was saying, it’d mean you’re of a higher worth to your family. We kidnap you, your family pays us, you go free.”

“So what if my family doesn’t pay you?”

“Then you’ll die.” He shrugged. She’d been through this many different times the same month, even year. The third time in a week ought to teach her how to react to certain threats and keep her mouth shut.

“Again, I’m not scared of death, you dumb bastard.” But she obviously spent way too much time with John and Arthur.

Her kidnapper was red in the face, a few veins in his forehead becoming visible as they bulged. “Give me one fucking reason I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head right now!”

“Oh! This one’s easy! Hmm... Well for starters, my brothers wouldn’t be able to pay you, and even better, they’d kill you in the worst possible way.”

He clenched his jaw and looked to the side, he knew she was right. Too pissed off and annoyed, the man lazily put the bag over Y/n’s head and began moving back into a comfortable position. His adjusting, however, was cut short with a scream of pain. His own scream.

Y/n pulled her knife from his thigh and waited for the perfect moment. She leaned against the wooden part of the cart and rolled sideways, falling out of it and landing on the empty road. Her escape was unknown, as the man was still grasping at his wound and trying to stop the bleeding.

Fortunately, the idiot didn’t put a whole lot of effort into putting the bag back on her head, and it easily came off. She slid the knife skillfully between the ropes binding her wrists and cut her hands free. With the knife back in her shoe, her hands rubbing her red wrists, and her eyes now filled with the world around her, she started home.

With a temper, and a mighty one at that.

The doors slammed open, her footsteps stomped throughout the home. “Boys! Ada! Pol! Get your asses in here! All of yous!”

They did just as she commanded, Polly squinting her eyes at Y/n and reaching to rub some of the blood off her hand. “What happened?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She drawled.

“John, get her some whiskey. Y/n, sit-”

“No! Don’t even tell me what to fucking do right now!-”

Arthur stepped up, concerned and confused. “Y/n, what’s got you so... angry?” He chuckled nervously, uncomfortable with the tension.

“What’s got me angry? What’s got me fucking angry? This is the third time I’ve been kidnapped this WEEK! It’s getting old!” Her family widened their eyes as the realization hit them. Ada and Finn looked down with sympathy while the others held stern faces.

A silent but agitated tension filled the room, accompanied by silence.

Pol walked over to Y/n and grabbed her face, inspecting her up and down, checking for wounds, bruises, and more. After her search was over, her hands lifted back to Y/n’s cheeks, forcing her to look her aunt in the eyes. “Did you kill them?”

“N-no, but I did stab one with the knife you gave me. Got him good, he didn’t even notice my escape.”

Polly let a proud smile find it’s way onto her face. “Atta girl.” She turned to the boys. “You know what to do. Make them regret it or I’ll do it myself. Now,” Pol turned back to Y/n, smile returning to her face, “you, Ada, and I are going to go have some fun to celebrate your escape while the boys deal with the rats who were dumb enough to think they could kidnap Y/n fucking Shelby.”