#950 S/N

[nita-engle-reference]

Safe Harbor Nita Engle (1925-2019) Watercolor, 1987

[pellucid-constellations]

Azriel with single mom reader? I feel like being a single mom in ACOTAR would be tricky as hell... reader comes from autumn court and flees to night court because she got pregnant out of marriage? 😯 the shame

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Word count: ~950

Warnings: Nothing yet, maybe just a little angst

a/n: Okay I know this is a drabble but this is definitely getting more parts like I am attached to this storyline now and LOVE that you requested it 🤗

Read part two here

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You leaned against a pillar just outside the school, a twitch creeping up your hands until your fingers spasmed. You shoved them under the bend of your elbows, crossing your arms and biting into your lip. 

She was fine. 

She was more than fine—Velaris was safe. 

Anything would have been safer than facing your father’s wrath back in Autumn, but you had gotten extremely lucky with the timing of your escape. Falling pregnant with your daughter had not been in the cards, especially not after a single night of rebellion, but with Velaris’s doors opening up just days after your healer broke the news, something seemed to be written in the stars. 

But every day was still a gamble; your father could find you at any time. 

The past five years had been a miracle, if you were being honest. 

School was supposed to end two minutes ago. 

Your foot began to shake, popping your knee up and down and making your body vibrate with the anxiety that consumed you. 

You shouldn’t have let her go to school. 

Melanie only had a few friends—neighbor kids whose parents you had vetted extensively—but that had been enough for her to get the idea into her head. You had planned on homeschooling her, or at least waiting until she was a few years older before letting her out into the world. Unfortunately, that had not been Melanie’s plan, and Melanie had so many wonderful plans. As most five-year-olds did. 

Gods, what if—

“First day?” a rumbling voice made you pause your nervous fidgeting. The man spoke again. “If you’re worried, don’t be. The teacher is great. Just forgetful when it comes to time. They are typically a few minutes late every day.” 

You swallowed and turned around despite every voice in your head telling you not to. But those voices in your head were completely and utterly wrong about a multitude of things. Behind you, you found a man—an Illyrian—with wings an ungodly size and shadows swirling down his legs and onto a uniform pool along the ground. And he was gorgeous—unabashedly gorgeous in the most devastating way. 

You looked up from your blatant investigation of him, meeting his eye and stuttering out, “Oh. That’s… that’s good to know. Thank you.” 

If he noticed your stutter, he didn’t make any sign of it. Instead, the man with the wings and the shadows blinked several times, furrowed his brows, and took a step back as if to steady himself. Perhaps, if you weren’t a bundle of unreasonable nervous energy, you would have found his actions strange, but you were. So you simply offered him a superficial, airy laugh and uncrossed your arms. 

“I—” the man began, but he seemed to lose his train of thought, a heat traveling up his cheeks in a way that looked foreign. “I’m Azriel.” 

Oh, wonderful. Introductions. 

You tried your hardest to stay very far away from very many people. It was the best way to keep yourself hidden. You couldn’t avoid the neighbors, and you supposed you couldn’t avoid fae like Melanie’s teacher, but this was different. 

Shit. 

You offered your name, anyway, afraid of appearing too outlandish in an otherwise casual setting. 

It would be fine. 

This was fine. 

Azriel repeated it in a breathless way, but then the school bell rang and something seemed to click in his brain. The small smile that had curled up the corner of his mouth became hard and he shot his eyes quickly one way and then the other, inspecting your surroundings. 

Maybe this wasn’t fine. 

“Are you a new mom in the area?” Azriel asked. 

All of your nerves shifted to guarded unease. “I am,” you offered, not caring if it was almost a lie. 

“The moms here don’t usually do the pick ups alone.” 

“You’re doing a pick up alone, it seems.” 

“I’m picking up my nephew,” Azriel explained, relaxing his posture, making himself smaller, seemingly gauging the building tension. “I didn’t mean to come across—I just asked because the mothers here typically have help. From their mates or partners. From the father.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, your next words tumbling out before you could catch them. “Well, I’m alone.” 

Double shit. 

Azriel seemed to let out a breath, his shadows whipping around along the ground. 

You braced yourself for further questioning, for the judgments that would surely follow, but then you were attacked from behind by a pair of arms wrapping around your knees. You turned quickly, scooping your daughter into a hug and promptly dismissing any further conversation with the stranger. 

“Hi, Mel,” you smiled, tucking her hair back as you subtly looked her over. “How was school? Did you like it?” 

“I loved it!” she excitedly replied. She rambled on a bit more after that, retelling her day by the minute. 

You felt eyes on you the entire time. A small boy had run and jumped into Azriel’s arms in your peripheral, but even as the boy talked and talked just as Melanie did, you felt the occasional glance your way. And some of Azriel’s shadows had to be reigned in multiple times, the small wisps licking at your ankles. 

The teacher suddenly spoke up and you were eavesdropping, straining your ears to listen in on her greeting towards the Illyrian.

“Oh, Azriel, lovely to see you. We were hoping the High Lady would be picking Nyx up, but this is even better. There is a showcase in a few weeks that—” 

You felt your world freeze. 

High Lady. 

You had been speaking to someone in close relation to the Night Court. You let someone know your name, told them you were alone with a child, and they had direct access to the High Lord and Lady. 

You whisked Melanie into your arms despite her protests and beelined it home. 

Shit. 

part two

[sophswritingthings]

what if a mizu x fem reader who’s her childhood crush? fem reader is like master eiji’s granddaughter or a child who was raised by him/visits him often. mizu sees her around often as a child and falls for her. years later, reader saves mizu and is like “miss me?” and Mizu’s first instinct is to tackle them into a tight hug

pairing: mixu x fem!childhoodcrush!reader

warning(s): the usual, y'know, swearing

a/n: I know I have others who put in a request before this, but I HAVE TO INDULGE RQ THEN I'LL GET BACK TO IT. this is so cute anon

summary: mizu hadn't grown up around people; she wasn't ever allowed outside. that was until she found the sword father, and stayed with him. she meets you, a pretty young girl her age, who happens to be his granddaughter. she falls for you--and years later--when she sees you again.. all of those feelings begin to resurface.

word count: 950 words / 5,010 characters

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mizu stopped in her tracks, holding a large pair of long iron tongs in her small hands. she saw you, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. a pretty young lady, about her age.

what would a girl such as yourself want to do with sword father?

she cleared her throat.

"hello," you murmur to her. you'd never seen her before; and those eyes... blue as the water. "who is this.. grandfather?"

you turn to your grandfather. he holds up a hand, gesturing for you to silence. he than gestures for mizu to hand him the tongs, in which, she does.

your grandfather doesn't answer you, so you take to a different approach. just ask her directly.

"who are you?" you murmur, "and what is your name?"

she clears her throat again, coughing a little before she spoke. so awkward, and for what?

"mizu," she replied rather quietly. “I-I’m.. staying here. with your um, grandfather.”

you chuckle at her awkward tone. you smile at her, offering your hand for her to shake. you were a little taller than her.

she grabbed your hand, shaking it softly.

from then on; you had visited every so often, when your mother would allow it. you two got along like two peas in a pod; you were best friends.

and every time mizu saw you, she swore you got more beautiful.

that was until she had gone. one day when you had come to visit; the girl had disappeared into the wind. your grandfather had told you that she had disappeared on a quest.

and you never saw her again.

that was until now.

you were settled outside your home, knitting and watching the people go by along the cobbled streets.

someone of… interest, caught your eye.

the minute you saw them; you knew exactly who it was.

mizu.

your first instinct was to call out to her; but it seemed that wasn’t exactly possible right now. she was being chased, a sword attached to her hip.

you couldn’t just sit here, right? no, you couldn’t. you leapt to your feet, throwing yourself between the now seemingly samurai mizu, and the one chasing her.

“leave them go,” you hiss.

“move, girl,” he grumbles back, looking up at mizu than down at you. “he’s killed half my men!”

“and I’m sure he had a good reason to,” you glance at mizu over your shoulder, smiling softly. “head off and leave us be now. whatever business you have to settle with him, you can settle in a honorable matter like men.”

the man groaned, glaring at mizu as he stomped off.

you turned to mizu with a bright, bright smile.

“miss me?”

you giggle, gazing up at her. god she'd gotten tall; you used to be taller than her, now she was probably a foot taller than you!

she says nothing.

a gentle smile spreads across her lips, and she tackles you into a tight hug.

you laugh, rolling onto the snowy cobblestone ground with the woman. your blushing a little, seeing as she’s now sitting on top of you, gazing up at her.

“I suppose you did, than!” you laugh.

she sits you up, nuzzling into your neck.

“I did. I really did.”

you were beautiful as ever. maybe even more beautiful than the last she had seen of you. a proper woman, one of she was not, but that didn’t matter. she was happy to see you after all this time. and you had saved her, no less.

“so.. what are you up to, now?” you gesture her up and down, “a samurai, are you? I thought you would be married by now..”

that made her flinch, seeing as she was once married, and the son of a bitch turned her in. and she may or may not have killed him.

she wasn’t going to tell you that, though, because you'd certainly call her stupid if she did.

her sights had changed, certainly.

“I am a samurai, yes,” she replied, glancing away.

“and what brings you back around here, hm?” you annunciate the hm, smiling as she helps you to your feet, holding her hat under her arm.

“a quest. my vow.”

her vow. yes, you thought she'd told you about that.

“I didn’t think you would still live here.” she replies. a woman as beautiful as you had to be married off, right?

“I am waiting for my father to find me a match,” you roll your eyes. “not that I want him to.”

she cocked her head. so you weren’t married. and for some reason, now she was blushing, thoughts swarming her mind.

maybe she could be that match—

no. mizu, no.

you wouldn’t think of it. you looked at her as a friend, a childhood friend you hadn’t seen in years.

“under.. understood,” she whispers.

if you were being honest with yourself, you'd always had a little crush on mizu. and looking at her now, the strength she simply admitted from her, those good looks. those eyes.

your father would never allow it. but who cared what he wanted?

“are you going to visit? eiji, I mean.” you murmur. “I-I could accompany you, if you are.”

“ah, right—“ she stops herself as she hears you offer to come with her, “you could if you want to.”

“yes. yes, I’d like that.” you nod, beginning to walk side by side with her. you gently brushed her hand, giving her a small smile.

it made her heart pound in her damn chest. it told her something, maybe you wanted to explore this. you had obviously noticed it on her face.

she clasped your hand as you walked.

she wanted to explore it, too.

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a/n: mizu and a childhood crush is always my favorite <333

[beastszai]

✦ Dazai and Chuuya childhood headcanons (2/2) ✦

part 1

!!! THIS POST CONTAINS STORMBRINGER SPOILERS !!!

♫ Orchard - OMORI

✧ warnings : STORMBRINGER SPOILERS・mentions of s*icide, death, hospitalization, alcoholism, etc.・angst・pure angst…・ooc (???)

✧ a/n : got way too long im sorr… but I love chuuya so much and all these headcanons have been eating dust in the back of my head and im so happy (lie) to finally post them

w/c : 950

!!! these are just personal headcanons and are not accurate to the canon story !!!

✦ Chuuya :

Chuuya’s parents weren’t blessed with a child even after years of marriage…

…So when he was born, they were so happy that they celebrated 3 days and nights (like the real Chuuya Nakahara !!)

Such a sweet boy… very polite and a tiny bit shy

He actually had an amazing bond with both his parents

And they loved him a lot, too!

How mini Chuuya would help his mom around the house, how he would randomly tell her that he loves her :,^)

Chuuya was probably interested in his father’s work (military doctor, like the real Chuuya’s father!!)

AUGHH he would peek at his dad working with those big blue curious eyes

Also, unlike Dazai, I headcanon that Chuuya has siblings!

2 little sisters!!

When his first little sister was born, he was probably around 3 or 4

Was quick to grow attached to his sister

And when his second sister came around, he was around 7

Was very overprotective of his sisters, and had a big soft spot for them

Would piggyback carry their younger sister every morning to school while holding his other sisters hand

Brilliant kid

Adored by absolutely everyone and everything

Chuuya and the family dinners with the rest of the Nakahara family SIGHHH

His mom always worried about him not eating enough (even though he did.)

His dad developed this hobby and habit of checking Chuuya and his sisters’ heights and mark them on the wall

Chuuya wasn’t the happiest when he figured that his younger sister was nearly the same height as him…

And regarding Stormbringer and how he was put in a lab…

Ohhh how his mom was losing her mind over Chuuya’s father allowing such a thing

His family kind of… grew distant and fell apart from then on

Constant arguing between his parents while he was in the lab… how his sister would cover their younger sister’s ears each time they’d argue

She’d ask where Chuuya had gone every now and then, but it was like a forbidden topic in the house

His mom would either tear up or just lash out on his sister

And his dad would yell and cuss her out, saying things like “Goddammit stop asking stupid questions! He’s fine for god’s sake!!! Be patient and he’ll be back sooner than you think!!!”

Chuuya’s dad wasn’t very happy with the decision he made either

Regretting it like crazy and losing sleep, losing focus…

And once the news broke that their one and only son was dead (aka his clone… fuck stormbringer bro…)

His family was worse than ever before.

Chuuya’s dad cried… a lot. Fell into being an alcoholic for a long time

His sisters? Despite their young age and how they couldn’t wrap their heads around the idea of death…

They were devastated. Completely had their hearts and souls shattered

But his mom… she was the worst out of them all

It broke her so much that she couldn’t even cry over her son’s death

She was left in a daze, unaware of her surroundings and just… in her own world

Though, once it registered in her mind? How she would scream and cry at odd hours of the night, begging for Chuuya…

She would push away anyone who would try to comfort her, hit them and curse them out, only wanting Chuuya

Even though Chuuya’s ‘death’ had sunk in and she understood it, she’d scream at everyone to get away from her and that ‘only Chuuya can come close to her’

S*icide attempts became a regular thing

…the amount of times Chuuya’s dad was called during work hours and just rushed home to stop his wife from taking her life…

His sister lost sleep and stopped being the top student at school because of how difficult everything had become

Their younger sister was a bit better, considering she was small

But it still hurt, she’d call Chuuya out of habit, just to remember that he was never gonna answer her calling out to him

His mom’s situation got so bad that she was hospitalized for years

And even now that the entire Nakahara family has accepted Chuuya’s ‘death’

His mom hasn’t. She’s doing a lot better than before getting hospitalized but…

She always seems to be spaced out. She doesn’t smile or laugh, and even when she does… it seems forced and it’s only for a brief moment

His mom doesn’t talk much, not to anyone

She often spends her time talking to framed pictures of Chuuya. She still cries every now and then, but tries to hide it��

And honestly? I think that Chuuya has considered going back to his family

He’s coincidentally seen his sisters and made sure they got home safely from school/work while watching from afar… then return to his own work

It scares him to go back, not only because of him putting their lives on the line for being a mafia executive

But also because he’s supposed to be ‘dead’. That’s what his family believed and has learned to live with…

So if he were to show up at his childhood home, he’d make them confused

And he can’t even imagine how they would react if he were to go back

So Chuuya just watches over them from a distance…

But maybe, just maybe one day he’ll gather up the courage and listen to the voice in his head telling him to go back

That day won’t be anytime soon, not now. He can’t go back until he’s sure the time is right for him to do so.

Until then, Chuuya just prays that they’ll stay safe and alive…

That’s when he can return to his family, his home…

[millyh23]

Crossing lines: New Beginnings

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word count: 950

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The crisp air of early August filled your lungs as you stepped off the train at King's Cross Station, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling in your stomach. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter—your transfer to Arsenal Women’s Football Club. You had always dreamed of playing for a top-tier team, and now, thanks to your best friend Katie McCabe, that dream was finally coming true.

Katie had been raving about Arsenal since the day you met in your hometown in Ireland. As young players, she had always encouraged you to follow your passion for football, and now, she was there to welcome you into the club. You had been best friends for years, and the thought of sharing this experience with her made the transition feel like an adventure.

“Y/N!” Katie called out, her voice cutting through the bustling crowd. You turned to see her rushing toward you, her long hair bouncing with every step. A wide smile lit up her face, instantly making your nerves fade away.

“Hey, Katie!” you replied, wrapping your arms around her as she pulled you into a tight embrace. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Ah, it’s great to have you here, Y/n/n! You’re going to love it!” she said, her accent thick with excitement. “Come on, let’s get you sorted out.”

As you stepped into the streets of London, the energy was palpable. You could feel the heartbeat of the city around you, and it made your pulse race. After navigating the Tube and a short walk, you arrived at the training ground, where the familiar green pitch awaited you.

The first few days were a whirlwind of activities. You met the coaching staff, underwent fitness assessments, and participated in team bonding exercises. Most importantly, you were surrounded by some of the best players in women’s football. It was exhilarating but also intimidating.

In the first team meeting, your eyes darted around the room, taking in the familiar faces on the team. Among them was Leah Williamson, the captain. You had watched her play for England numerous times, admiring her leadership and skill on the pitch. But as you observed her now, there was something intimidating about her presence. She was confident, sharp, and had a no-nonsense attitude that set her apart from the rest.

“Just don’t let her scare you off,” Katie whispered as you sat down, glancing at Leah. “She’s tough, but she’s a good captain. You’ll get used to her.”

You felt a knot form in your stomach. It wasn’t that you disliked Leah; it was more that she intimidated you. And you could sense that she had a strong personality, one that wouldn’t easily accept newcomers.

“Right, let’s get to work, ladies!” the coach called out, snapping you back to the present.

As the session began, you did your best to keep up with the drills. Despite your nerves, you felt a sense of belonging with the team. However, Leah’s gaze seemed to linger on you more than the others. Each time you made a mistake—whether it was missing a tackle or misreading her movements—Leah’s eyes would narrow slightly, and you could feel the weight of her judgment.

“Y/N, you need to be more aware,” Leah said curtly during one drill, her tone sharp. “If you want to play at this level, you can’t afford to make those mistakes.”

The comment stung, and you felt your face flush. “I’m trying my best,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Then try harder,” she shot back, the intensity in her gaze making it clear she wasn’t going to go easy on you.

You gritted your teeth, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. You were determined to prove yourself, but Leah’s attitude made it feel like an uphill battle

During training, it became a pattern. Leah would challenge you, and you would push back, each encounter a subtle tug-of-war. Katie watched the dynamic unfold, occasionally shaking her head as she witnessed the tension. “You two need to find a way to work together,” she said one evening after practice. “You can’t keep clashing like this.”

“She’s so intense! I just want to show her I belong here,” you replied, exasperated.

“You will,” Katie assured you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But maybe try approaching her differently. I know her; she has a softer side. You just have to see it.”

That evening, you resolved to try. The next day, during a particularly tough training session, you found yourself paired with Leah again.

As you worked on drills, you took a deep breath, determined to engage with her more positively. “Hey, Leah,” you began, trying to keep your tone light. “I know I’ve made mistakes, but I’m really trying to improve.”

Leah glanced at you, surprise flickering in her eyes before her expression hardened again. “You need to take more responsibility, Y/N. If you want to be on the pitch for matches, you need to step up.”

“Fair enough,” you replied, trying to match her intensity. “But maybe you could offer some advice instead of just criticism?”

There was a moment of silence as Leah studied you, her gaze calculating. “Alright, let’s see if you can keep up with me on this drill,” she challenged, an edge of competitiveness in her voice.

As the session progressed, you found yourself pushing harder, fueled by Leah’s intensity. You could see her warming up to you, and as you finished the drill, a small, satisfied smile crept onto her lips.

“Not bad, Y/N,” she admitted, her tone less harsh than before.

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling a flicker of hope. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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[bones4thecats]

Can you please do Loona x Short Nerdy Male Reader? Like his walls are covered various collectibles and things. Thanks for your time!

Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Name: Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O Characters: Loona Buckzo Requester: Anonymous

A/N: This ended up being nearly three pages long and around 950 words! I'm pretty sure this is the longest thing I've written so far, lmao. Anyways, I hope you male and gender-neutral readers love this thing with our favorite gothy-hellhound!

⚠️ TW: Swearing, mentions of murder, stillborns, miscarriages, and neonatal-deaths ⚠️

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Male-Envy-Ring-Hellborn! Reader ; How You Both Met (Seeing Stars Episode)

🐺 You were the heir of one of the most powerful families in the Envy Ring, but despite the pressure to become the perfect sadist, you were far from it

🐺 Unlike your constantly flowing stillborn/miscarriages/neonatal-death caused younger siblings, who produced from both your father and mother’s infidelities, you were far from interested in the power that comes from the corrupt system of Hell's, you were more interested in human things such as comics

🐺 When your parents were sent to the Greed Ring for a meeting with the Knolastname family leader and were found deceased mere weeks later, you decided to stay with one of your godfathers, Stolas Goetia and his wife, Stella, and daughter, Octavia

🐺 Eventually, Stolas had come to keep you in the home with his family, much to Stella’s annoyance. But, at least Octavia had someone to rant with!

🐺 The Goetia male was now dragging both you and Octavia throughout the ordeal of his and Stella's divorce, and only you and her seemed to realize just how desperate she was to see these stars in the human world

🐺 You were there when Stolas burst into the room in an anger because Octavia had gone missing with the grimoire, and seeing Stolas' and your demon forms almost made the three imps and the hellhound piss their pants in both fear and shock

🐺 Loona was not happy to be in the human world, and when you just offered her a hand and pulled her up, she saw just how you really looked. Your hair looked like it was made out of the fins of a fishes' and your skin had littered amounts of scaled

🐺 You really were from the Envy Ring, weren't you?

" Now! First things first if we're gonna do this the old fashioned way, we're gonna need disguises. "

🐺 The next thing you knew, you were staring at a humanoid Stolas and Loona while the three imps stood out like sore thumbs

🐺 Staring at Loona made you flustered and look away shyly, causing her to chuckle when she caught sight of you. You looked just as cute in this form as you did in your demon one

🐺 As you walked through this city Loona called LA, you had noticed that Moxxie and Millie had randomly disappeared while Blitzo and Stolas were kicked into a van and drove off after the head of I.M.P. gave you and Loona the order to find Octavia, making her and you flip him off

🐺 Okay, maybe this was getting out of hand…

" Hey. Ya' want one? " " Sure- uh, what're you listening to? " " Eh, the norm'. Blistering Skulls and whatnot. " " Oh! That's nice… I guess. " " Heh, you sound a lot like Stolas when he’s around my da- I mean Blitz. "

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🐺 Loona and you were getting tired. You've been running around the city trying to find Octavia by her posts on Sinstagram, much to no avail, as she always was one location ahead of you all

🐺 Now you were here, at some random building that you couldn't remember the name of, but they way it looked out and onto the city reminded you of the old hellborn-comic series, Inked Blood, which had gone out years prior to your birth

🐺 Looking around slightly, you both came to see Octavia. And you looked and Loona and slightly bowed, allowing her to go in first, after all, females get females better

🐺 You just sat behind the building's large curve as Loona and the young Goetia female spoke, and your heart warmed at hearing her words. Dads really did have issues, like yours did back when he was alive…

" If he cares, where is he? " " He's somewhere down there. " " He’s here? " " Looking for you. I mean… try to cut your dad some slack. He may not always get it right, but he's trying. That's more important than you think. " " Ain't that the truth? " " Y/N? " " I agree with Loona here. Dads aren't always gonna be the best, but, despite the either minor or major flaws they have, the fact that yours is actually actively trying to connect with you before it's too late is something you need to hold dearer than now. "

🐺 Loona stared at you as you spoke, despite you looking silly wearing a demon-version of a Hatsune Miku shirt, the way you looked so lovingly and soft at the one you viewed as your sister made the hellhound flush slightly

🐺 As the smog and clouds cleared to allow the moon to shine, Loona stood and held a hand out to Octavia, making her drop the magical book into her hand as she stood and readied herself before smiling at you

🐺 All of a sudden, Octavia tackled you and Loona into a hug, making you wrap your webbed hands around the two, landing your left on Octavia's shoulder blades while your right laid on Loona's side

🐺 Why was your touch making her flustered so much?!

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🐺 Seeing Stolas and Octavia finally discuss things was heartwarming for you. Now that that disgusting bitchy cunt Stella was out of the picture somewhat, they could finally connect like a father and daughter should

🐺 Looking up for a second as you stood beside Loona, you saw the fireworks that burst in the sky in multiple colors, and the sight of your eyes opening widely in admiration of the effect caused Loona to smile gently and sneak a photo of you, saving it to her camera roll in a folder she named to remember this day for a while

Y/N L/N - the best nerd i’ve ever met <3

[filmofhybe]

Requesting enha finding out that their idol!s/o is other idols’ ideal type?

Enhypen find out that their idol!s/o is other idols ideal type

Pairing : ot7! x reader Genre : Idol! x Idol! , fluff Warning : jealousy 950 words

a/n: requested currently open :) this is kinda bad I hope you enjoy it tho😞

> masterlist of my other works

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정원 jungwon + 선우 Sunoo

Both of them would be quiet, like the type of quiet where you can hear a fly fly pass by. Is just their way to show they are currently jealous because they just saw a article about how your like half of the male idols ideal type. They know how pretty you are, I mean your the face of lots of famous brand, you have such a sweet and angelic personality and they can’t help but think if you would leave them for those other male idols. They are just a bit insecure baby that are still trying to get use to dating such a gorgeous girl but these bad thoughts are really getting to them. So they would go up to you and ask.

“Hey love…why are you so quiet? Are you okay?”

“Sweetie.. this is kinda stupid but will you ever leave me?”

“No I would never! You treat me so well! Why you think I would?”

“Because I saw a article about how a lot of handsome male idols ideal type is you..”

“Ah~ that’s why.. but don’t worry my love you would always be my number 1 and I would never leave you!”

They would feel so much better afterwards and would ask for you to shower them with lots of love and kisses. You would secretly posting a pictures of you both on Instagram just to show off how cute your relationship is!!

your very grateful for them and you hope they would never think you would leave them for other males.

박종성 Park Jeongseong + 심재윤 Sim Jaeyun +성훈 Sunghoon

WHOOP WHOOP WE GOT THE POSSESSIVE TRIO!! They know you would never leave them, because they know how down bad you are for them and they know you both are like missing pieces of puzzles that could never be separated. But when he overhears other male idols talking about how your their type. They instantly get jealous. No they won’t stay quiet either they will tell you about it. (Also they are the type to make the other males know they have zero chance with you!!)

“y/n love you know your mine right?”

“Hmm? Yeah of course where are you getting this from?”

“Some stupid idols say your their ideal type just want to tell you that your too gorgeous for them.”

“UH LMAO..? Thank you?? But like I would never leave you for them trust me baby.”

“Of course I know.. just want to let you know you belong to me, we stick together forever.”

“Forever and always.”

Would talk about you on interviews and the media would go crazy about it. He isn’t doing it for the views or attention, Is because he loves you so much and wants to show you off. (maybe also a warning for the male idols to stay away from you)

희 승 heeseung + にしむら りき Nishimura Riki

the ones that would laugh about it but deep down is jealous. They would come across a compilation of male idols saying your their ideal type. And they would laugh about it at first and would show it to you. You would start laughing as well cuz how silly that those idols think they have a huge chance with them as well. Which that’s when they stopped laughing and joking around, and just sat there in silent. You would be so confuse why their mood change so fast, werent they laughing just 5 seconds ago and now they are silent..? They are basically babies that wants comforting and are scared you would leave them :(

“Hey bub Are you okay? Why are you silent now..?”

silent.

“did I do something wrong? Are you thinking about something?”

“Nothing is just you started laughing after I showed you the video of compilation of other males saying your their type. I don’t know..maybe you thought they were cute…”

“Oh my gosh no my love!! I just thought it was funny how they think they have a chance with me. Never think like that okay? Your the cutest out of everyone in this world! I love you so much I would never leave you.”

“Thank you darling I love you more.”

You guys continue to laugh at the video afterwards while cuddling cause somehow to you both is entertaining. You both are just couple goals

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A/N ::: I don't know that I've ever written anything so quickly. I have a cavity from how gosh darn sweet this is.

C/W ::: Aged up Kirishima (20's dating 27 yr old, single mom, plus size reader), FLUFFYYYY, romantic, unprotected P->V (twice), lovey dovey schmuvvy. Sorry not sorry.

WC ::: Under 950

Thinkin' about Kirishima in his early 20's, in college to become a child psychologist. He gets paired up with you, a 27 year old, cute and kinda chubby, single mom of one. You’re going for your PhD in addiction studies. You’re both in the same basic intro to psych, 3 times a week.

You've been working together on the project for a couple of weeks now and the sexual tension between you is so palpable you could strangle someone with the invisible string that spans the distance between your bodies.

You take your daughter to your mom's house and leave her there for the night. Kirishima is supposed to come over tonight, and you’re going to do the finishing touches on editing the paper and putting the report together.

You cook up something that he mentioned in passing that he loved eating and casually set the coffee table. Nothing fancy, a votive candle that smells like vanilla and some thrift store placemats. When it gets closer to the time he’s supposed to be there, you turn on the fireplace channel on YouTube and put on some music that you know he likes. One day, he dropped his earbuds, and you picked it up to see what he was listening to before returning it to him. He thought it was so cute how your face lit up when you recognized the song (The Beach, The Neighbourhood).

He comes over about 5 minutes to 5 with a small bouquet of mixed wildflowers in a pink crystal vase (he thinks - it's really just cheap glass. But you love it because it's just so damn cute how he thinks it's crystal).

Dinner is full of emphatic conversations about your childhoods. About your best friends. Your bad decisions. Your best decisions. How can you not have good conversation with Kirishima around. C'mon.

He helps you clear the table of the few dishes you used. Offering to help you wash and dry them, but you tell him just to sit them in the sink, you'll get to them tomorrow.

You both stand at the front door, averting your gaze from one another because the night is obviously coming to a close. And neither of you know how to say that you aren't ready to do the old 'See you in class Monday'. You both wanted to sit on the couch for hours just learning everything you can about the other. No matter if it took all night or not.

That awkward moment when you both start to say something at the same time happens. Neither of you know what the other said, neither of you are terribly interested in hearing it repeated.

"Well," he rubs his forearm with his gigantic hand, squeezing it a couple of times, like he was trying to ground himself. "I had a lo- hmph!!!"

You pull him down for a kiss because standing there, listening to his sweet, happy voice and watching him move his mouth - you absolutely cannot stand another second of not pressing yours against it.

"M-me too. Thank you for the flowers, Kirishima. They're beau- mmm!!!"

This time, he pulls you into him and kisses you back with such force and passion that you feel your lungs empty and your legs go weak. He lifts you up and carries you over to the couch, gently perching you on his massive lap. He brushes the loose strands of hair from your neck and starts kissing you so deeply and slowly that you're sure you're going to die before the sun comes up.

"Kuh-eer-ee", you force what little oxygen is left in your body out to say those 3 syllables. You settle yourself over him, knees bent, sitting on your legs. You know they’re going to go numb if you keep sitting like this. But it’s just not as important as being in his arms.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you pull it loose from the bun it's in tonight. His hands explore your body, starting at your love handles. He's squeezing and pushing your hips around, caressing your sides and running his nails up and down your back.

The two of you make love on the couch, and then again in the bedroom. You both fall asleep in each other's arms, too exhausted to even move.

In the morning, Kirishima makes breakfast and does ALL of the dishes. He asks you questions about your daughter (what's she like, what's her favorite toy/color/animal/flower/ice cream/band/Disney character/Disney princess/has she been to Disneyland?/favorite kind of pizza/favorite & least favorite vegetable and fruit/does she like to drink water/all the right questions). You both get dressed, and you fix your hair for the day. He tells you to keep his t-shirt because it looks better on you right now than it ever did on him. Eventually, you said goodbye to each other. 

He leaves you with a long kiss on the cheek and a promise to meet you at the library - or your place?? - later that afternoon to work on the project (because oops, nothing got done last night. Maybe the library is best?).

You look out the window as he tosses his backpack over his beautiful, hoodie-clad, broad ass shoulder, and blows a kiss to you with one hand and waves with the other. You can't help but smile because you know that stuff like that takes coordination and you've seen him trip around campus a lot.

You're absolutely sure that you're going to fall in love with him, if you haven't already.

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Already There

Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x plus size!fem!reader

cw: slight angst, 950 words

a/n: a short follow up to my fic Ooey Gooey after Bucky leaves with Sam. I've had this 2/3rds written for like 5 or 6 months now 🙃 finished up the rest of it for @the-slumberparty 's week two prompt: Write a drabble/one shot as a continuation to one of your previous works. Based on the song "I'm Already There" by Lonestar. divider by @/firefly-graphics

Bucky can't sleep. Anxiety seeping through his bones. His body isn't used to being on the road for this long anymore.

Sitting at the edge of the too soft, too small bed in just his boxers. Even though the room is cool he's covered in sweat from a night of tossing and turning.

Bucky runs his hands through his hair and thinks of you. How your warm smile can wipe away all his worries. It's why he starts every day with you at the general store. And why he feels your absence so strongly now.

He wants to see you.

It's been days but it feels like years. His phone is a brick, built for making emergency calls out in the middle of nowhere, not video calls like Sam's fancy new iPhone. It still has an antenna for fuck's sake. Until you, Bucky didn't have a reason for a real cell phone. He knows Sam wouldn't mind Bucky using his but Bucky's not waking him up so he can tease him about giving his sort of girlfriend a call at one am.

So Bucky sits there, contemplating. He scratches his stubbled jaw, worrying at his lower lip. Would you even pick up this late at night? You said you'd answer no matter what, but this is different from his usual 9am calls when you're already up and most likely at work.

"Fuck."

Sam stirs behind him on the other bed but doesn't wake. Bucky throws on a pair of sweats and heads for the door to the balcony, grabbing the brick on his way out.

The cool night air wraps around Bucky his sweat slick skin feeling tight as he closes the sliding glass door. There's not much of a view, just the parking lot of this old motel and the fog dense trees beyond.

But the moon, she's nearly full and so, so bright.

Bucky takes a deep breath and dials your number, pushing away thoughts of whether or not he deserves to hear your voice right now. It doesn't matter, he can be selfish for a moment.

The phone rings twice and in those short seconds Bucky's heart rate skyrockets almost painfully until, finally, you answer.

"Bucky?"

The breathy way you whisper his name makes his stomach tighten. It's a moment too long before he responds.

"Hey."

"Everything okay?"

Bucky can hear your sheets rustling, the switch to your lamp clicking on as you presumably sit up in bed.

"Yeah...yeah I'm sorry for waking you. Just couldn't sleep."

He hesitates, the frayed drawstring hanging from his sweats unraveling even more as Bucky plays with it while he takes a deep, shaking breath.

"I -- uh, I wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh."

You sound surprised. Bucky hesitates.

"I'm sorry, it's late I'll let you get back to sleep."

"No! No, it's okay. I'm glad you called."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, Bucky," your giggle makes Bucky smile, feel that warmth spread through his chest again like it did the last time he saw you. Filling him to burst with that one sound.

"God I miss you, sugar. Sam's keeping me up all night with his snoring."

"Oh, no. Is it that bad?," you gasp in mock horror.

Bucky smirks as one of Sam's snores rattles through the glass door behind him.

"The worst, sugar. He could wake the dead."

"Should'a sent you off with ear plugs, huh?"

"Mm, you'll have to remind me next time."

Bucky pauses at the prospect of a "next time", of leaving you again when he's just got started loving you like he's wanted to for what feels like forever.

"I miss you, sugar."

"I miss you too, Buck," he can hear your sweet smile. It makes his heart ache.

Bucky's throat feels tight. He didn't know how much he needed to see your beautiful face every day until he left.

"Is it silly to feel this way? Like I can't breathe without you here."

"It's not silly," you sniffle on the other end of the line and Bucky almost regrets saying anything.

"I can't wait to feel you again. Take you in my arms and not let you go."

You laugh into the receiver and Bucky can't stop from smiling.

"Sam will have to pry me off you with a crowbar to get you off me and back to the Mill."

"He's welcome to try," Bucky practically snarls.

"I love you, Bucky."

He swallows the lump in his throat, taken aback by your sudden admission.

"I know you're having a hard time, but I'm right there with you, sleeping under the same moonlight and wishing you were right here with me. It's not silly. You're not asking for too much. And I miss you way more than you miss me."

Bucky scoffs at your teasing and wipes at his eyes. "No way, sugar.

"Prove it to me when you get back, then. Show me how much you missed me when you see me again and we'll decide then."

"I love you, sugar."

"I know. Make it back home safe so I can have you all to myself."

Bucky adjusts his sleep pants, imagining all the ways he can have you just how he wants to.

"Get some sleep, Buck. I need to know you'll be safe out there on the road."

"I will. I promise."

"Good. Good night, handsome.

"Goodnight, sugar."

Bucky hangs up, giving the antenna a satisfying click shut. He takes one last look at the moon before heading back inside and crawling under the covers. For the first time since before his accident, Bucky falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. And he dreams of you, bathed in moonlight.

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭

pairing(s): Dallas Winston x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x greaser!reader

summary: you thought it would help, the calming feeling of your smokes but instead it makes in worst and Dallas helps in his own Dallas Winston way

word count: 950+

request: could i request something for dallas winston? reader and dallas smoking weed together and maybe reader greens out and he’s there to comfort them while also being high as fuck —@jokersscarrd

warning(s): marajomama, under the influence, underage smoking, anxiety/panic attack were gonna ignore how mental health wasn’t really a thing back then bc no, kisses, pet names, and language

A/n: —GIFs: @obsessed-artist & @pelopides— I’m getting to request slowly but surely also the GIFs don’t determine race they’re just inspo

You didn’t smoke cigarettes.

So every time someone offered you one out of the carton looking box you politely declined they burned your throat, the smell was un-washable, it suffocated you. After a while people around your hood learned to stop offering unless you were asking

When you needed the burn, when you needed to suffocate.

You did however smoke pot it helped you relax and it benefited your anxiety which is why you should walking away from your childhood home now a rolled joint in between your finger tips flicking the silver zippo lighter with different swirls and engravings that Dally had gotten you for your birthday when you were fourteen

Fourteen and smoking pot the memories flashed your mind occasionally You’re head was fuzzy like Tv static and you usually when you inhaled the smoke it cleared your mind now it just blurred your vision further as you walked along the streets of Tulsa

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and your reaction usually was to clutch your switchblade but you were just stuck you thought about Ponyboy and wondered was this what it was like when he ‘didn’t use his head’ as Darry claimed

“Y/n what’s your problem stupid!? Oh doll, what’s- what’s the matter?” Dally stated a little softer your eyes were filled with tears and were red he couldn’t tell if it was from you joint or the tears

You didn’t respond instead you looked at him like he was a void it seemed you were looking through him rather than at him and he cursed under his break before throwing his long arm over your shoulder and walked you down the street as if he was shielding your body with his

💌💌💌💌

Dally pulled you into his room locking the door behind him as he tried not to go wreck the whole part Buck was throwing downstairs the music muffled traveled through the thin walls

“Will you light one with me?” You whispered clouds of smoke comforting over his room like blanket as the rolled paper hung loosely from your lips and the brunette scoffed before snatching the smoke and putting it between his own taking in a deep inhale

“What’s tha’ matter with you?” The juvenile delinquent questioned you again as you sat on the end of his bed his New York accent a little thicker than the one he acquired from Tulsa and suddenly the room was too stuffy the smoke burned your lungs and suffocated you like a cigarette

Dallas noticed your heavy breathing and stretched his arm out towards you offering back your smoke and you nudged his hand away from you line of view not noticing as he stubbed it out in the glass ashtray on the worn down wooden nightstand next to the head of his bed

The brunette lied a hand on your shoulder before you were shooting up out of you seat it looked like you were shedding your damn skin he thought rushing to stand less than a few meters away from you

“Deep breathes doll c’mon, you’re not there. It’s over, it’s done, forget about it.” His voice that usually comforted you scratched your skin the wrong way it sounded like nails on a chalkboard as you reminisced on your time and New York

What you sawn, what you been around, what you went through.

“But it’s difficult don’t you understand!? It is difficult.” Your voice raised as you pulled away from his grasp clutching yourself when had he even touched you?

“I didn’t want it to happen but it happened and now- DON’T YOU COME ANY CLOSER” You screeched as Dally took a step towards you not letting your screaming shy him away from you as much as you wanted it to

“Y/n it’s me” He stated firmly trying to get you to Lock eyes with him but you eyes were wild and frantic like a scared cornered animal darting everywhere but him

“Don’t you understand you disgust me!? I CANT STAND YOU TOUCHING ME” You screamed beginning to tug at you hair before Dallas wrapped an arm around your waist firmly as you squirmed and struggled against his grasp the other arm going to cover your hands forcing your fingers open to let go of your hair

“You’re alright, you’re fine. I know doll, I know.” The hood muttered into the crown of your head before pressing a quick comfort kiss on the surface letting you hit at his chest and sob into his sleeve until you finally came down from his high and let your body unknowingly fall limp as he held you up without a struggle walking you both to the small twin bed

You were in his arms as he sat up against the cheap headboard of the small cushion rubbing his cool hands over your warm body grounding you like he always did

“There’s so much I wanna say, but I don’t know where to start.” You whispered carefully your breath caught in your throat before it finally was released and Dally hummed in acknowledgement before reaching over to the small table by his side grabbing the once discarded joint from the dusty glass ashtray in between his fingertips

“Well, we better get to it huh?” He stated quietly lighting the rolled paper until smoke settled in his lungs when he inhaled he made sure to blow it out of your face or rather the back of your head as your back sat against his chest You let out a breathe before the smoking drug was in you view and this time you took it

This time it didn’t burn nor suffocate you

[skzoologist]

Hi, your memes are really funny and made me laugh and you sound pretty cool

anyway, based on something that happened to me today, I'd like to submit a request for Bae. (They sound cute to b e honest)

A crack one shot of Bae and whatever member(s) of your choosing having to endure the awkwardness of hearing other people fucking in the next room/upstairs.(I don't really want to violate your guidelines of no smut, so that's why I thought of crack)

Personally I think it would be a really funny atmosphere to work with, what with the cringe/smirk/blank faces and the squeaking of bed springs

word count: ~950

warnings: none, the boys are all just mortified and laughing at the other

genre: crack

a/n: Hey-ho! Thank you for being the first brave one to send a non-anon ask to my humble blog, and thank you for your kind words! I'm glad my memes made you laugh, that was my goal, and I will definitely make some more every chance I get. I'm also sorry you had to experience that, hopefully you didn't have to hear it again between you requesting and me replying. It's always awful to hear it, especially with friends over. But I finally wrote this (sadly based on my own experiences, so I feel you), and I hope it is what you wanted.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bae was tired.

Their band was on a tour, performing on the bright stage for hours, day after day. The atmosphere was always high, as if the air itself was filled with electricity, further amplified by the fans' shouting. But every member shared that same enthusiasm, shouting back and pouring their soul into their performances.

Of course, Bae was the same.

He always gave his best, no matter what. He lived and breathed for his fans, and in return, he got their support. They were what made him, well, him, the idol they all saw.

But he was so tired.

For once, he just wanted to sleep for a whole day, instead of rehearsing between every performance, even if it was just for a short minute.

That was why he immediately made a beeline for his hotel room the moment they arrived back, only a tired, lazy wave of his hand seen before he disappeared. No one stopped him, they all just mumbled out an equally exhausted goodbye to him in return.

As his feet reached the inside of the room, Bae took off his jumper -getting his arm stuck inside and huffing as a result- and shoes, just haphazardly throwing them onto the floor. He would put them away tomorrow, but he was just done with today.

Just as he was about to finally sit down on the bed after changing into some light nightwear, his lips pulled into a line as he remembered he had to do his nightly skin care routine. How he hated being an idol at that moment. Stupid needing to look good. Stupid jumper. Stupid cream that almost got into his eye. Agh!

With a final huff, he put the lid back on the tube, the last step of his routine finally done. After carding his hand through his hair in frustration, he sighed and dragged his tired body to the bed.

Even though he missed his own bed, this one looked just as inviting at that moment, if not even more.

The moment his head hit the pillow, it was empty, finally free from the endlessly circling questions inside. He was at peace, his exhausted body winding down and relaxing. It didn't take long for his consciousness to start slipping, going towards the land of dreams.

Until he heard a thud from above.

Well, whoever was above may have fallen down, who knew. So he let it go and went back to his journey to dreamland.

Until he heard another thud. Louder than the previous, followed by more questionable sounds.

'Maybe... maybe the person fell over again?' - Bae thought, his eyes having popped open and his brows furrowed in confusion.

He laid there, his ears honed onto any sound that came from above, even though a part of him didn't want to know what was happening there. But he didn't listen to that part, no, he was waiting in silence.

And then it happened. The thing he feared the most.

He heard a moan.

No matter how much he wanted to live his life in denial, he couldn't ignore the loud sounds coming from above. He tried shutting his eyes again, to try and sleep, even with a pillow tightly clutched to his ears, but nothing worked! So he just sat up, deep disgust and annoyance etched into his frail features, not knowing what to do. He might have brought his noise-cancelling headphones with him, but he wasn't sure where it was and he was too tired to search for it at that moment.

Bae didn't know how long he sat there for before light poured into his room, his door being opened by someone.

"Oh yea, Bae hyung can hear it too alright." - Felix commented, both amusement and pity on his face. "Oh my god, Hyung, your face!" - that was all the little squirrel could get out, before he doubled over in laughter, followed by Jeongin and Felix.

Bae simply stared at them, the lines on his face merely becoming more prominent. The three just laughed for a few minutes, Felix being the one who recovered the fastest and going to Bae's side. The other two soon followed, piling on top of Bae's bed and leaning on the male.

They were all quiet, which, in itself was a miracle, because if Bae knew anything about his band members, he knew they weren't quiet. Ever.

With a quick glance at them all, he could tell they felt just as awkward as him. Based on what Lix had said, all of them'd heard the sounds of the tango from above, preventing them from sleeping. That was why they seeked the other out, but it was still... awkward, to be in the other's presence, in the current situation.

Nobody said much, besides a few sentences of basic small talk.

So they sat there, in their own silence, grimacing -it would have been hilarious, had it not been for the squeaking and moaning-, until a particularly loud sound could be heard and something in Bae snapped. He took in a big breath and quietly cleared his throat.

"How about we go and take a walk around the hotel? We can check their buffet, like you wanted in the morning, Lixie." - at his gentle, deep voice, everyone startled a bit, used to the silence.

But soon their expressions brightened, an excited sunshine incarnate dragging Jisung -who was the closest to him- along out the door with frightening speed.

"Dal hyung, your favouritism is showing." - Jeongin cheekily commented, running away before Bae could even process what just happened. "Yah, Innie, you lying little menace, stop running so fast!"

[nita-engle-reference]

Sun and Skiers Nita Engle (1925-2019) Watercolor, 1986

[starrihan]

Enhypen Masterlist

starrihan's enhypen masterlist:

fluff (f), angst (a), suggestive (s), smut/ mature (m), reactions (r), most to least (mtl), drabbles/ short posts (d), hard hours (hh), soft hours (sh)

Multiple Members:

-> Enhypen When You're on Your Period (f)(r) ~950 words

Lee Heeseung (L. HS)

-> nothing yet

Park Jeongseong (P. JS)

-> 100 Percent (f)(m) ~6.8k words

Sim Jaeyun (S. JY)

-> nothing yet

Park Sunghoon (P. SH)

-> nothing yet

Kim Sunoo (K. SN)

-> nothing yet

Yang Jungwon (Y. JW)

-> nothing yet

Nishimura Riki (N. RK)

-> nothing yet

[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy

CHAPTER 8

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)

Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N

Words: 950

Masterlist

July 2004

It’s a quarter after one

I’m all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn’t call but I lost all control and I need you now

And I don’t know how I can do without

I just need you now

-Need You Now, Lady A

My bedroom door opening is what pulls me from sleep. The hallway light is on, shining through the crack in the door, and I squint in the harsh yellow lighting. A figure stands there, dark against the glow, and I feel my heart race for a minute as they quickly shut the hallway light off, door still cracked open.

“Leon?” A muttered ‘shit’ under his breath. I can see his shoulders rise with a huff of frustration.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he says apologetically, face scowling his disappointment once my eyes have adjusted. A quick glance at the clock on my nightstand. 2:28am.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sitting up on my side, resting on my forearm that’s pressed under my pillow.

“Nothing.” He needs to get better at lying to me. “I’ll let you go back to-”

“You know, for a secret agent, you’re kind of shit at lying.” Leon pauses, hand clasping the doorknob, half of his frame out the doorway when he finally looks back. His eyes are swirling with fear, and in the darkness, I can almost make out a tear track down one of his cheeks before he rubs a hand across his face.

“I had a nightmare. I was just…” He trails off.

“Just what?”

“Just nothing. Forget it.” He’s closing off.

“Leon?” I attempt to get his attention, and I can tell from the irritated way he turns that this will be the last time he acknowledges me about this issue. Picking my words carefully, trying to think of the best way to convince him to share what’s on his mind.

“What, Nurse Nosy?” I scoot back toward the other side of my bed, still facing him before pulling the covers back. A silent invitation. Baby blues scanning. Weighing his options. I pat the spot I vacated. Then he’s moving. Door closing as he steps back into the room and walks toward the bed before climbing in. He lays his head down on the pillow, still indented from my head, pulling the covers over himself before finally glancing at me, still sitting up, looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky. I flop back down onto my back dramatically and I feel a puff of air against my hair and ear as he chuckles.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” I’m looking at him now, focused on his breaths that tickle my nose as I rotate onto my side. “But just know, I’m always here.” His hand reaches forward, finding my waist to tug my small frame into his covered broad chest, his chin delicately resting against the top of my head. He needs comfort right now. My arm seems so small against his muscles, palm pressed to his shoulder blade in a hug. The silence of the room is only broken by the whirring of my fan in the corner, acting as a source of white noise. His warmth along with his heartbeat against my cheek is almost enough to lull me back into the hands of sleep. Then he speaks.

“You were there.” I’m not tired anymore.

“Sorry?”

“In Raccoon City. You were there in my nightmare.” He pauses, taking in a breath, his heart stuttering inside his chest. “You were hurt, and I tried so hard to fix it, but…” I run my hand in comforting circles across his shoulder blade as he pauses, taking a breath. “You turned. And I had to…” Oh.

He came in here to make sure I was still alive.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, Superman.”

“Superman?” He questions the nickname, and I can hear the smile that adorns his lips.

“Yeah. You’re basically Superman.” Words mumbled into his chest, his arm underneath my head bending to run fingers through the strands that have fallen free from the messy bun at the top of my head.

“I couldn’t save Marvin. Or…” He stops. Silence. I pull back enough to finally look into the man’s blue eyes that are brimming with tears, and I can see the exertion he’s using to contain them.

“Leon,” I begin. “You can’t save everyone.”

Then the dam breaks. Face pressing into my chest, arms squeezing around my waist; I can feel the wet spot in the middle of my shirt grow, his silent sobs causing his body to tremble as I hold him, fingers threading through his hair until the shaking slows, then stops. I take a glance down at him, moving his soft blonde locks away from his face to take him in. Red cheeks, tear streams, heaving breaths.

“Do you wanna sleep like this?” I whisper, and he shakes his head no before sitting up to quickly remove his shirt, laying back down before gesturing to me to turn around. I question it for a split second, following anyways before he tugs me backwards. Hips pressed to my ass, chest against my back, one arm underneath my pillow, the other slung over my hips. The skin that makes contact with his on my back licks with a fiery heat, tank top having ridden up enough to expose the patch of skin right above my panty line. His warm breath brushes against my neck and goosebumps rise along my skin before he presses a tender kiss to the skin below my hairline. I swear, my heart leaps from my chest as a shiver rolls down my spine.

“You cold?” He asks and I aggressively nod yes, trying to hide the true nature of the electricity that just zapped across every nerve ending I have. Leon tugs the blanket up a bit higher before settling again. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Leon.”

Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088

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Spend It With You

A/N: fell down the FBI rabbit hole and i honestly wasn’t expecting to love it enough to write for it but here we are, first time writing for them so i’m still trying to figure out all the characters and i’m just now getting to season 4 so my apologies if i fuck anything up

also i love them as friends and as a couple, i cant choose but this is on the romantic side

song by Kodaline

Warnings: mention of blood, gun shot wound, talk of maybe dying

Summary: An incident in the field leads the two of them to finally confess their feelings.

WC: 950

Bang. 

The resounding bang echoed through the woods as she fell to her knees, clutching her side. When she pulled her hand back, it was covered in blood. The bullet had exploited the weakness of the vest and left her vulnerable. 

“Maggie, what the hell was that?” OA asked through her ear piece. The two had separated to run after the perp, to cut him off. 

“O-Omar…” it was so hard to breathe, that was the only word she could get out. 

He retraced his steps to make his way back to her, his heart racing. ‘Please be okay, please be okay,’ he repeated in his head. The trees blocked his view and as soon as he saw the familiar FBI vest, his heart dropped to his stomach. Running over to her, he saw blood pooling around her abdomen, staining the ground underneath. 

“Agent down, I need an ambo to our location immediately,” he ordered into his ear piece before crouching down to her level. “Hey, you’re gonna be fine,” he promised, brushing the hair out of her face. He inspected her wound that was still heavily bleeding. “I have to take off the vest.”

She nodded weakly. 

Carefully, he removed the vest and applied pressure to the wound. She let out a groan, squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m sorry, Mags, I’m sorry.”

“OA, what’s going on?” Jubal asked. 

“Maggie was shot. How far out is the ambulance?”

“At least another fifteen, twenty minutes.”

“Dammit, I told you we needed back up out here.” “They’ll be there, did you get the suspect?” “No, Miller’s in the wind. Last seen headed north. And Jubal, get that ambulance here as soon as possible.” He lowered his voice so Maggie couldn’t hear, “she’s losing a lot of blood.”

“OA… give it to me straight, how bad is it?” She asked, trying to even her breathing. 

“You’re going to be fine.”

“I… I don’t wanna die,” she cried, a lone tear trailing down her cheek.

He moved positions so that he had her head laying in his lap, taking his coat and putting it over her abdomen. “Hey, I’m right here and I’m not letting anything happen to you. You just gotta stay with me, alright.”

“I’m so tired.” Her eyes kept fluttering closed, no matter how hard she tried to keep them open. 

“What do you wanna eat tonight?” He asked out of no way. 

Opening her eyes, she glanced at him. “I have no idea.”

“Whatever you want, I’m buying.”

“That’s tempting,” she laughed softly before grimacing at the pain that tore through her stomach. “OA… if I don’t make it, I need to tell you something.”

“Don’t talk like that Maggie, please,” he begged, he couldn’t imagine it. She was his partner, his best friend, the woman he loved, but was too afraid to tell.

What he didn’t know was that she harbored the same feelings as him, both too afraid to tell the other for the fear of losing them. Being on the brink of death gave her the push she needed to finally confess. “I know it’s bad timing, but I don’t want to risk it. I love you and I have for a long time.”

“Agent Zidan,” a man’s voice called out, tearing their attention away from each other. Two men came into view carrying a stretcher. 

“Looks like my ride’s here,” she teased. 

The three of them loaded her onto the stretcher, making the long trek back to the ambulance, but he held her hand the entire time. When he tried to get in the back of the ambulance with her, one of the guys stopped him. 

“I’m sorry sir, but she’s gonna have to go straight to surgery when we get to the hospital.” The medic explained.

He was about to protest when Maggie spoke up. “I’ll be okay.” 

Nodding, he squeezed her hand before letting go. “I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

During her ride to the hospital, she couldn’t help but think she may have screwed everything up between them. 

Some time later, she slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the fluorescent lights in the room. She looked to her right where a beeping noise was coming from to see herself hooked up to the monitor and that’s when she noticed the weight on her legs. OA had fallen asleep, his head perched on her calves. Reaching out, she gently touched his face, his beard rough beneath her fingertips. 

He stirred, opening his eyes. “How are you feeling?” He asked, sitting up and grabbing a hold of her hand. 

“Like I was shot.”

“Annnnd she’s back,” he smiled.

A silence followed after that, there was no taking back what she said earlier and would just have to deal with it.

“Listen, OA, about what I said earlier-”

“If you’re going to tell me you regret it or that it was just in the heat of the moment, I don’t wanna hear it because I waited too long to hear you say that.”

“You did?” To say she was stunned was an understatement. 

“I love you too, Maggie. I was always too scared to tell you, to ruin our friendship or partnership.”

A huge smile broke out across her face. For someone who could’ve died a few hours ago, you never would’ve guessed. “Now what?” She asked.

He leaned up, reaching his hand out to cup her face before leaning in. Giving her a couple seconds to back out if she wanted, instead she closed the distance between them until their lips met. 

It was a short, sweet kiss. When he pulled back, they shared a smile. “Now, we see where things go from here.”

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karma- park jongseong

Plot: Brother! Jay and Sibling! Reader go on a revenge rampage after the reader gets dumped by their s/o. 

950 words!

Contains: breakup angst, revenge, mild cursing. Reader and their ex are gender neutral!

Hey

Im sorry but this isn’t working out. We should break up. 

It had been two hours and you still couldn’t move from the stiff position you had been in when you had first received the texts. You couldn’t believe that they had ended your two-year relationship at all, much less over a simple text message. What did they mean, “this isn’t working out?” Everything seemed fine when you had gone to get dinner two nights ago. 

“Y/n?” Your brother, Jay, knocked on the door. After not hearing a response, he cracked the door open and peeked inside. “Are you okay?”

You continued to stare at your phone, the shock numbing your senses and thoughts. You had barely registered Jay’s presence until he was standing in front of you, gently prying the phone out of your hands and glancing down at the messages. 

Jay’s mind reeled for a moment as he processed what he was reading–not only had you and your partner ended things, but they had ended things like that. A swell of anger entered his chest as he looked between your phone and the heart-breakingly blank expression on your face. 

“They didn’t deserve you, anyway,” He said. “I never thought they were good enough for you.”

“Please stop.” You mumbled, finally turning your head to acknowledge him. “I don’t need a lecture.”

“Do you want me to beat them up?”

“No.”

“Sorry.” He sighed, glancing around your room. After a moment of silence, he asked, “What if we egged their house?”

You smiled in surprise at his suggestion, not expecting him to be so childish in this situation. “That could work.” You said, finally falling back onto your bed. “I don’t know. I think maybe I just need some time alone. To process, and everything.” Jay frowned, but nodded. 

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“A new partner?”

Jay snorted. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let anyone near you after this. From now on, your dates are getting CIA-level clearances before they get to take you out.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Jay.” 

“Agree to disagree.” With that, he left the room. 

Jay came back later that night after your parents had gone to bed. “Y/n, come on,” he hissed, shaking you awake. 

“What do you want?” You groaned, flopping over and covering your face with your arm.

“We’re going for a ride. Put on your shoes.” With that, he walked out the door, expectantly waiting for you to follow. 

“Asshole,” you mumbled as you sat up. “Who just wakes someone up like that?”

Jay was already sitting in the driver's seat of his beat-up car when you met him outside. Still in your pajamas, you opened the passenger door with a scowl. “Can you tell me why you woke me up at three a.m. now?”

“We’re egging their house,” Jay responded, throwing the car in reverse. “I’ve got toilet paper, too.” 

“Are you serious?” You asked, staring at him with wide eyes. “I thought you were joking about that.”

At first he didn’t respond, instead opting to clench his jaw and make an uncharacteristically sharp turn at the end of the street as he traced a familiar path to your ex-partner’s home. For a moment, you wondered if he was going to say anything at all, until he stopped just down the block from your ex’s house. “I understand if you want to just move on and never interact with them again, but as your wonderful, loving, charismatic, handsome–”

“Jay.”

“Okay, fine. As your amazing brother, I can’t just sit around and do nothing. So, are you in, or am I doing this alone?”

“Are you kidding?” You said. “Let’s go!”

Jay grinned and pulled in front of the house, reaching into the back seat to grab his stash of supplies–eggs, toilet paper, and a mysteriously rolled up sign held together by several rubber bands. The two of you ducked out of the car, hands full as you began to chuck the eggs at the large house. 

“Aw, nice one!” Jay said as the egg you threw landed smack-dab on the middle of their window, making a satisfying cracking noise as it smeared a slimy path down the shuttered building. Jay was in the process of covering the tree outside their house with thin white wisps of toilet paper, the branches becoming scraggly in the crisp nighttime breeze. 

All was going well–that is, until a light turned on after a particularly obnoxious sound of an egg hitting the master bedroom. You watched as your partner’s mother began to roll up the blinds, wondering who was assaulting her home at this ungodly hour. 

“Oh shit,” you hissed, turning around to run back to the car. “Jay, what are you doing?!” You were halfway there when you realized that Jay wasn’t following you.

Instead, your incredibly stupid, but loving, brother had run up to the house and was busy plastering his sign to their front railing. You watched as the older woman began to storm out of her room, seeking to give the two of you a piece of her mind. Jay had just finished mounting his poster when the front door swung open, your ex’s mother holding a baseball bat in her hands. 

Jay took off laughing maniacally as the woman cursed at the both of you, hopelessly running towards the car in her nightgown and slippers. Jay hopped into the car and hit the gas, barely even closing his car door as the two of you sped off. On the way out, you just barely managed to catch a glimpse of the sign that he had put up:

THIS IS KARMA

a/n:

hi, sorry for the long hiatus! im on break from school now, so hopefully i will have more time to write :) im hoping to put out an enhypen series based on the tracks from dark blood, with this being the second installment (i promise the others are not breakup stories!). it's not super cleaned up or anything and it's pretty corny, but hopefully it's cute/wholesome ! let me know if you all have any ideas, requests, etc., or if you want to be friends/moots!!