#god he's so dreamy and domestic I sob

[90sbee]

OMG OMG OMGGGG. SOBBING. this is so so so beautiful like !!! oh god. your writing is so dreamy, the way you handled his character, so accurate, so intimate jdjfd oh god. one of my fav pieces i've read 😭 literally from the beginning i was lIKE OMGGGG. the way you put everything into words.... i am on my knees.

Tranquility is not often felt by Leon, but whenever he is with you, at your home, with the gentle light of the moon brushing over pale skin, it buries itself into his bones. Carves into the marrow, makes a home of his ribcage.

EATING THIS UP ...... DROOLING..... i just cant get over how poetic it sounds like omggg

Instead, he rescued you. Adrenaline pricked at his skin, shot through his veins. He remembers the sight of you: All-consuming fear swimming deep within angelic eyes, covering you head-to-toe. His gun did not feel heavy, nor did the bullet sound loud. All he could focus on was you, you, you.

my heart grew three sizes btw. if u even care

Underneath the fake lighting, he saw beauty personified. Breathless from running or from the sight of you, he did not know, but even if he wasn’t already panting, he would’ve started at the mere glance of you. He’s seen beautiful women, ones who turn heads and capture the lenses of cameras, but he thinks any lens would’ve shattered upon your grace.

HELLO I AM BARKING BARKING I'M TELLING YA DJFSD WHAT DO U MEAN STARTED PANTING HELLOOO 911 I AM NOT OKAYYY

Leon keeps you close to him in crowds, a hand splayed out on the small of your back or an arm wrapped around your waist or your hands intertwined. Touching you in some way is a must. If he can’t physically feel you, he thinks you’re going to disappear.

yeah i am def deceased. i just.... CRYING GFDKJKG AAAA

His own house may be tainted, but he didn’t want to risk yours.

i've been broken into a thousand pieces btw hope you're proud of yourself !!!!

Helping people has always been what he wants to do. It sits at the core of his being, flowing through his blood. He thinks of Ashley, Luis, and Sherry– All the people he could and couldn’t save. He will never be okay with not being able to save everyone. It keeps him up at night, infects his dreams until they morph into night terrors. But he has saved people. Like you.

no words, no words. literally. holy shit

Leon will turn his head as you’re combing through his hair simply to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh, leaving you to complain about having to start all over.

YOU HAVE NO IDEAHOW SOFT THAT MENTAL IMAGE MAKES ME LIKE I AMJKJDSF SCREAMING. NEED THAT, NEED THAT

It’s the domesticity that kills him to be away from you. Thoughts of you persist even when he’s on a mission. Close calls have led to him thinking if leaving you, gentle kisses and exchanged laughter, would be the last time he saw you. A few times he’s picked himself up, even when an ache settles itself into his bones and he’s lost blood by the liters, because the thought of leaving you tears him apart. Never getting to see you making breakfast for him or your tongue sticking out when you focus or the blotches on your lips after anxiety-ridden days would break him. He never wants to leave you.

BROKEN INTO A MILLION PIECES NOW. AAAA. SHATTERED EVEN DKSJF

love him and let him love you

𝆹⭒ re6!leon kennedy x gn!reader

⏜ ‎ ◯𝆹⭒ synopsis — meeting you in raccoon city was a blessing. now, you’ve become the light within leon’s darkest hours.

𝆹⭒◯ ⏜ content — fluff, probably some angst?, no uses of [name], i love leon kennedy, focuses on leon, a lot of leon reflecting

⏜ ‎ ◯𝆹⭒ word count — 2.2k

𝆹⭒◯ ⏜ note — the mischaracterization of leon kennedy makes me Sad so i wrote this. also requests r open js as a reminder!!!! enjoy this work!

𝆹⭒ masterlist

Leon is a graveyard of empty promises and bloodied corpses. Too many times has he promised what he cannot uphold, given what he shouldn’t– At his core, he is selfless. His heart beats the same direction of Ashley’s veins and his breath is remnant of Luis’ cigarette smoke. Those things kill, you know, he had said, not yet understanding what Spain had in store for him.

If there was any test of loyalty to his country, it was Spain.

Seguir leyendo

[7joonie]

fics I’ve read ♡

i’m making this post so i can keep all my favorite fics in one place!! lots of different ships, and the stories range from fluffy to smutty to both and everywhere in between, but i loved them all omg, they’re not really organized in any particular way, but here take them. also, i formatted this on desktop, so i’m sorry if it looks weird on mobile ♡

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wonder by wordcouture (jikook, rated teen & up, 7604 words)

["I wanted to surprise you."

Jungkook feels tears prickling at the edges of his eyes again as he digs a small, thin book from the large pocket in his new pants. The Little Prince. "Me too."]

au: apocalypse / space opera

the superior jikook fic!!

will absolutely make you ugly cry

up we go by oh_hey_tae (taegimin, rated teen & up, 100331 words)

[Warmth. The memory of it. Sun-drenched earth beneath his feet. A piano song, shivering in the morning air. Wet handprints on his shirt, his waist. Laughter. The scent of orange blossoms and cypress.

“We,” Taehyung starts, grasping at his chest where his heart has begun to hum. “We… Have we…?”]

au: modern with magic / witchcraft

tw: implied/referenced character death, references to depression and suicide/suicidal thoughts, anxiety

this might be my favorite fic i’ve read, it’s so beautifully written 

it broke my heart into a billion pieces and then put it back together (mostly...i feel bittersweet okay)

i just really love poly fics

lots of fluff, romance, hurt/comfort

slow burn

happy ending

i cried a lot, just read this fic okay??

canvas by daebon (yoonseok, rated E, 94922 words)

[When Hoseok had told the elder that he wanted to make love to him, he hadn't lied. Of all the things to fall from his lips in the last few months, this was the only truth. That first messy time in this very place had felt like heaven, like a sweet dream coaxed from him during a lazy afternoon nap, but this feels heady and consuming, like a strange rite of passage. He knows he'll never be the same after this, but neither will Yoongi.]

au: non-famous/normal life

tw: implied/referenced sexual assault, some internalized homophobia

the amount of angst in this fic almost killed me

there’s softness too 

smut of the artsy variety!!

hoseok is an artist and yoongi is his muse

stripper jungkook & jimin

angst with a happy ending

lovely bloodflow by aetoms (taekook, rated M, 5246 words)

[“If we’re never able to marry here, promise me we’ll go somewhere else, that we’ll fly to some place pretty and far away from here…?” It came out as a question at the time, the hesitation present in his voice. Jeongguk didn’t know what he had to be hesitant about.

“Oh, darling,” he had said on a sigh, ruffling his fingers through the choppy fringe that stuck to Taehyung’s forehead. “That’s a promise I intend to keep.”]

au: non-famous/normal life

tw: major character death

this fic is written so beautifully, it’s so descriptive and i could really feel the characters emotions

just know that this fic broke my heart made me sob for 20 minutes so read at your own risk!!

the castle on the hill by bellamees (yoonkook, rated M, 33098 words)

[i'm in love, jungkook thinks briefly, watching the sky change colors above them as nighttime starts its conquering. he's in love with all of them, the lost boys and their mismatched clothes, their boyish chaos, their accent, their smell of fresh paint and the blueberry lollipops stuck between their teeth.]

au: hyyh (hyyh yoonkook is superior)

yoongi is bad at feelings

angst and softness

red string of fate aka bangtan are soulmates and we been knew

bangtan are lost boys

hurt & comfort

some drunk fun times / drunken kissing

the ending of this fic had me sobbing into my pillow at 3am, seriously i just re-read the last few sentences and teared up again oh my god

read it!!

taste of your lips on me, i can't forget by locks (taekook, rated E, 2420 words)

[It started off something hot and dangerous, and the fire has yet to burn out. Jeongguk hopes it never fucking burns out. He's not just in it for the rebellion, that actually doesn't have a lot to do with this, and a lot to do with the beautiful boy that never strays far from Jeongguk's mind.]

au: church

literally this is just pure filthy smut with lots of beautiful dirty talk

church sex, porn without plot

enjoy

everything is waiting for you by 777335 (taegikook, rated teen & up, 12110 words)

[It’s both of them in his daydreams, when it aches so much that he lets himself daydream like it will ease up the pressure inside his heart.  It never works, never eases up.  He lets himself do it anyway, sometimes.  And when he does, when he daydreams, in the little house he has built for them in his head, it’s the three of them and their dogs and their bed is big so they can curl up and look at the rain out the window and talk and talk and talk, Taehyung’s voice like riptides and Jeongguk’s voice like tide pools, and both of them rogue waves and—

them.]

au: non-famous/normal life

soft soft soft, omg so soft, pure fluff

this fic left me feeling so happy and warm, i just really love poly taegikook

so much love, just read this, it’ll make you happy i promise

to live again by mindheist (taekook, rated E, 29984 words)

[“I love you more than anybody.”

“You can’t.”

“I can, and I do,” Taehyung says. His voice is tired, but stubborn, the dreamy haze of his orgasm dissolving in the wake of his insistence.

“I love you too.” It sounds like a dirty secret, the way Jeongguk whispers it for only Taehyung to hear, but Taehyung cups them in his hands like newborn black-and-scarlet koi. “First I love you, too.”]

au: historical

tw: some light violence

forbidden love!!

smut

this fic is so original!! omg i love it

pov of namjoon reading the historical book of taekook’s story

this fic made me cry, it’s so beautiful and bittersweet and it really broke my heart

please read it

love, i have wounds by sharleena (taekook, rated E, 79451 words)

[There's a pause then a small laugh “I like you so fucking much.”

Jungkook smiles “I know you do.” he says, when in reality he wants to tell him that he's in love. So in love.]

au: college/university

angsty but also fluffy

lots of smut, some rough some soft

themes of loneliness and depression

friends with benefits turned lovers

artist tae, photographer kook

they are so in love it’s SICK and twisted

light themes of abuse so be aware

this fic feels so real!! please read it

bad boy by xiajin (yoonkook, rated M, 26427 words)

[“you scared?” yoongi murmurs against the kiss marks on his neck, pasting over the ugliness left there underneath. jungkook scoffs, pushing at his shirt, begging closer. “i don’t scare easily.”

“how did i get so lucky to meet you?” yoongi asks, marvels, voice heavy with the weight of his breath.]

au: college/university

tw: themes of possessiveness/stalking/unhealthy relationship dynamics so be aware

angsty and soft

this fic scared me, but in a good way

angsty yoongi

they’re both whipped af omg so in love

kinda slow burn

some violence/sexual assault (not between main characters)

they’re both subtle / not so subtle sociopaths what can i say

it’s also written in all lowercase which for some reason i love

this fic shocked me and it’s written so well, it’s so DARK DARK DARK and the writer really draws you in, i just really love it okay?

strawberries & cigarettes by notyoongs (yoonkook, rated E, 129328 words)

[“you are so special, jeongguk,” says yoongi. “did you know that? i feel very, very lucky to know you. i feel very lucky that you choose to show me parts of your heart like that.”

“i trust you with it,” whispers jeongguk. “my heart, i mean.”

“i’ll keep it safe, then,” says yoongi. “i promise.”]

au: non-famous/normal life

mutual pining

CUTE CUTE CUTE i was blushing reading this fic

slow slow slow burn omg so slow

SOFT, shy jungkook, soft bad boy yoongi

so much great fluff, very light angst

some smut

so freaking cute, so much love, omg read this now

384.400 km by bellamees (yoonkook, rated GA, 6457 words)

[“i met someone like you once,” yoongi huffs. “he was in love with the sky, too.”

“i’m not— in love,” jungkook sniffs, shifting on his weight. “you can’t love something like that.”

“ah.” and something of the likes of bittersweetness stains yoongi’s face. “yeah, i guess not.”]

au: magical realism

i’m tearing up right now as i type this

this fic is so beautiful and bittersweet

i cried a lot

please read this fic it’s going to hurt you so much but it’s so beautiful

logical thinking by only_a_fangirl (namgiseok, rated E, 135153 words)

[“Let go,” Namjoon says, locking eyes with Hoseok. “We’re all close. You can come, let go.”]

canon compliant

this is literally pure filth i’m SO SORRY

rap line threesomes what more can i say

if you love me, won’t you say something by 777335 (yoonkook, rated E, 102213 words)

[“It lives in the center of my soul,” Yoongi whispers finally, opening his eyes, “how I feel about you, Jeon Jeongguk.]

au: college/university

the superior yoonkook fic!!!! omg it’s my favorite

mutual pining

they are both oblivious and WHIPPED

sloooowwww burn

tons of domesticity and time jumps *chef’s kiss*

some smut

soft af!!

bangtan friend group!!

some drunk fun times

light angst

i know i already said this but it’s the superior yoonkook fic

[writerofculture-blog]

Decisions-Chapter 5

1983

Brian walked into the recording studio to see John sitting up on the couch, rubbing his eyes to adjust to the light.

“You are late.” John accused Brian.

“You are early.” Brian replied, dropping his bag on the ground.

“I never left.” Brian stared at John for a moment. The next thing he knew, John jumped on him, attacking his lips feverously. Brian returned the kiss with equal passion. Hands swarming all over John’s skinny body, under his shirt, under the helm of his jeans.

An hour later, two satiated bodies lay on the couch, as naked as the day they were born. John lay on top of Brian, eyes closed with a dreamy smile on his face.

Brian lightly slapped John’s bare ass, “we got to get up Deaky. Freddie and Roger will be in any minute.”

Without opening his eyes, John rubbed his face on Brian’s chest and made an incomprehensible but adorable noise.

Sighing happily, Brian shook his head but wrapped his arm around John’s small waist. He glanced over at a sheet of music laying on the coffee table.  

“I want to break free. Did you write this Deaky?” Brian asked while trying to hum to the melody, “it’s really good.”

John nodded against Brian’s chest, “I wasn’t only pinning over you last night.”

“But you were.” Brian chuckled, “I have fallen in love for the first time and this time I know it’s for real…I can’t get over the way you love me like you do…I can’t get use to living without you by my side… I don’t want to live alone…Deaky, it’s about me, isn’t it?” Brian laughed while rubbing John’s permed hair.

“Stop it, you self-centered twat.” John slapped Brian’s chest and pinched his nipple, causing Brian to hiss in his laughter.

Brian lifted John’s chin to look at his clear green eyes, “are you serious Deaky? Do you want to break free?”

John avoided Brian’s gaze and laid his head back at the crook of Brian’s neck, but Brian could clearly feel his nod. Brian tightened his hold on the smaller man, lowered his lips to kiss John’s hairline. “Me too, Deaky. Me too.”

“Can you tell me why you thought it was a good idea to have John and Veronica here for dinner when Louisa is starting to get sick?” Brian asked his wife while trying to put his fussy baby daughter back to sleep.

“Well, I saw Veronica in the mall the other day and we talked about how we never have time to get together anymore. So I invited them for dinner. How would I know Louisa would be getting sick. I know you see John all the time, but I haven’t seen them in ages.” Brian choose to ignore Chrissie’s emphasis on ‘all the time’.

The doorbell rang and Brian answered. He gave Veronica a hug and peck on the cheek. When he grabbed John’s extended hand, he can’t help but laugh at the irony of the situation. It was just early this morning they were rolling around between the sheets, gloriously naked. Now they can do nothing but shaking hands and patting on the back.

“Long time no see.” John smiled at him.

They were supposed to be down at the cellar looking for more wine, but all Brian could do was staring at John’s behind as he bent over to go through the bottles. Brian grabbed John’s waist from behind, grinding himself against John and biting the smaller man’s neck.

“I hate seeing you with her.” Brian hissed, “I want you to be mine.”

John turned and threw his arms around Brian’s neck, pressing his lips to Brian’s. “I am yours.” He mumbled between the kisses.

When they were finally able to make upstairs, Chrissie greeted them with raised eyebrows. “You two certainly too your time.”

“Finding the perfect wine takes patience dear.” Brian apologetically kissed his wife on the forehead while Veronica noticed a hickey on the side of John’s neck that she swore wasn’t there before.

“Jim, I was wondering,” Chrissie was grasping the phone tightly with her fingers, as if she wanted to leave permanent prints. “If I can ask you to let Brian leave for this coming weekend. You see, we really have to go visit my parents in Liverpool…”

“Oh,” her shoulders slacked upon hearing the reply, “you say they have only been recording two days a week. So Brian should be have the weekend free. Thanks, Jim. That’s great to hear.”

Chrissie let the phone slip from her fingers onto the floor. Just hours ago, Brian had told her something otherwise.

Inside a small dingy motel room close to Oxford, the moonlight shone from the window to the two sweaty, breathless bodies laying on bed. John snuggled up to Brian in a fetal position, hands tucked under his chin. Brain thinks John does not look a day older than when they first met.

“Penny for your thought?” Brian asked after pecking the John’s ear lobe.

John sighed, “I’m tired of this charade. I only want to be with you. Can’t we just go away?”

Brian tightened his hold on the smaller man’s body, and rocked them back and forth.

“This is fuckin ridiculous.” John swore under his breath, forgetting he was not alone.

“I have to agree with you on that, Johnnie.” His grandfather smiled.

1988

“Guys, can I have a minute.” Freddie asked in a serious tone that is usual for him. It was the end of another day at the recording studio and just the 4 bandmates were tiding up their work getting ready to leave.

“What’s up Fred?” Roger asked while the other two looked up expectantly.

“I want you guys to be the first to know. I have got it.” Freddie said calmly.

“Got what?” Brian was confused at first. Then as if a light bulb stroke on. “Oh shit.” He blurted out.

Freddie nodded. “Yes, I have got AIDs.”

“Oh my gosh, Freddie I’m so sorry.” John covered his mouth in shock.

“Stop Deaky.” Freddie waved his hand at John. “Please, all of you. I don’t have time to grieve, cry, be their gay poster boy or cautionary tale. So if you bore me with your sympathy, I will have to kick you out. With all the time I have left, however long that may be, all I want to do is to make music. And needless to say, this is just between us for now.”

All three men nodded while wiping tears with the backs of their hands. They unanimously gathered together beside Freddie for a messy group hug.

Brian gave Freddie a tight squeeze on the shoulder. “Freddie, from now on we go back to how we were in the early days. We just focus on making music, nothing else. All the songs, doesn’t matter who wrote it, credit goes to Queen. All royalty, split 4 ways, evenly.”

Roger nodded in agreement. “Yes Freddie, you are a legend.”

Freddie patted Roger’s cheek lovingly. “We are all legends, dear.” He turned to John, who was still working hard to control his sobs. Freddie grabbed him in a hug, “Deaky darling. Please stop crying like a little girl. I am will be alright.”

“What’s AIDs?” John asked his grandpa.

His grandpa sighed, “it’s a deadly virus that is transmitted by bodily fluid. It started in the early 1980s. For about 10 years, there was almost no treatment and diagnosis meant death sentence.”

“Oh my god, so Freddie died so young?” Watching his future self crying in Freddie’s arms, John felt tears well up in his own eyes.

No matter how much Freddie tried to calm them, the news still came as a major shock to Brian, Roger and John. Long after Freddie left, they still sat there in the studio, unable to move.

“I still can’t believe it. He doesn’t appear to be sick at all.” Roger sighed. “Maybe tomorrow I will realize this is a drunken nightmare.”

Brian slapped Roger on the arm causing him to cuss, “ouch, bastard. Why do you do that for?”

“Did that hurt Roger? Unfortunately, this is very real. You are sober for once.” Brian said sarcastically.

“Well, that’s too bad. I guess it’s time to get drunk.” Roger grabbed his jacket. Before he walked out of the door, he turned to Brian and asked. “Brian, did Chrissie kick you out for good? Did you find a place to stay yet?”

Brian shrugged his shoulders, “I will find a hotel. Or I will just sleep here.” Brian patted the couch.

“You can stay with me you know.” John offered quietly.

“Thanks, but no thanks. Deaky. Your domestic bliss with your family is the last thing I want to see right now.” Brian rubbed his temples.

“Well, I would offer you my place. But my living situation right now is less than ideal.” Roger chuckled.

Brian rolled his eyes at the drummer, “yes, Rog, everyone and their mother knows about your love affairs.”

After Roger left, Brian turned to John and held out his hand. “Deaky, come here?”

John did not need to be asked twice. He snuggled up to Brian on the couch and leaned his head on Brian’s shoulder while the taller man wrapped an arm around John.

“How are you feeling?” John squeezed Brian’s other hand.

Brian closed his eyes and leaned his cheek on John’s head. “I have been better.”

They sat in comfortable silence, leaning onto one another, enjoying each other’s scent.

It was Brian who broke the silence. “Everything has been shitty lately. Chrissie divorces me. My Dad is sick, and now Freddie has AIDs.” Brian sighed. “At least you are still with me.” He pecked the smaller man’s forehead.

“I love you Brian. I will always be with you, as long as you will have me.” John intertwined his slender fingers with Brian’s.

Brian locked their hands together. “Deaky, have you ever thought, just maybe, you can just leave it all and really be with me?”

John looked up to Brian, “what do you mean Brian?”

“It’s Freddie, Deaky. It could have been me. It could have been you. It could have been anyone, but it happens to be Freddie. We always said wait, wait until we are less busy, wait for a more appropriate time. Wait for the kids to get older. But like Freddie said, maybe one day, we suddenly realize we don’t have all the time in the world to wait. What happens then? Do you really want to spend your whole life lying and pretending?”

“Brian,” John gently kissed the corner of Brian’s lips and continued. “I understand what you are saying. I do not want to spend my whole life in lies and guilt. But for now, don’t you think we should leave it and just focus on helping Freddie to make music? Making sure Freddie can be as productive as he wants in the time he has left, however long that may be.”

Brian tightened his hold on the smaller man, “you are right Deaky.”