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leon kennedy

“you still make me nervous, you know?” (fluff, established relationship)

leon proclaims that his life began when he met you (fluff, established relationship, slightly suggestive)

bruce wayne

you know i’ve always been alone / ‘til you taught me / to live for somebody (fluff, wife!reader)

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hiii i waa thinking of a johnny storm x fem! reader who is a witch, her personality is like glinda but still smart like elle woods but if glinda had bubble related powers. this could be set in f4 first steps. i hope you don’t mind doing a lil bit of wicked and f4 crossover. the scenario i’m talking abt is abt glinda, nessarose, and elphaba revealing they’re witches to the f4 in the baxter building.

notes: that's... not exactly what you asked for. but i promise i tried my best. also, my knowledge of wicked is quite limited so i had to do some research on glinda's abilities and i think i got a lot more info from the wicked book. i'd say this is more like a glinda!reader into the f4 universe, not really a crossover. hope that's okay with you! 🫧

“I… don’t think I understand what you’re trying to say” Reed says slowly, almost dragging his words. You think you broke him. You can see his eye twitching a little. 

“Well, you see… I’m a witch.” You shake your wand around, a cloud of tiny bubbles coming out of it. “A good one, of course.” 

“Right…” He says, staring at you. “Yeah, I- Uh, I just don’t see how-”

“Honestly Reed, what’s not clicking?” Johnny interrupts, his eyes following one of your bubbles until it pops, then falling back on you. “She’s a witch. She has powers. It 's who she is. If you ask me, it's not much more absurd than just catching fire or creating force shields.” He points to himself then to his sister, who’s still glaring at you in a curious way. 

You offer her a tight-lipped smile. “I’ve seen your abilities. I thought it was very impressive.” 

“Thank you.” She nods, her face still stern. 

Sue Storm is not as receptive as you thought she’d be. Understandable, since she’s always focused on protecting her loved ones. You can work with that.

“And your speech was quite touching too.” You see her perking up and you know you’ve said just the right thing, “Protecting your family as well as protecting Earth. Very admirable. I’m glad little Franklin is safe with you now.” 

Sue’s shoulders relax and her face softens, as well as her tone. “Thank you.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Reed interjects, and you turn back to him again, “What did you come here for?”

“Oh! Of course!” You skip to his side, your heels making a loud toc-toc-toc noise anytime they hit the pearly white Baxter Building floor. You extend your hand to him, “I’m here to offer my services.”

“Services?” Johnny says, and you turn to him, hand still extended. 

“My help.” You tilt your head left, grinning at him. “Or my abilities, if we’re talking specifics.” 

“And what exactly are they?” Ben says from across the room. He’s holding Franklin, and you smile at both of them before answering. Little Franklin laughs when you wave at him with your fingers.

“I’m glad you asked.” Walking backwards to get you some distance from them, you look directly at Johnny. “Shoot me.”

He stares at you for a beat. “What?”

“Throw some fire at me, Johnny!”

“I’m not throwing fire at you!”

“I know what I’m doing!” 

Johnny looks at Sue, who’s ogling you in disbelief. She looks briefly at her husband, then at her brother, with a simple shrug of her shoulders. You understand he’s looking for the green light to actually do it — which now he has.

You hear Herbie taking little Franklin upstairs before any sign of danger can manifest. Your mouth tugs up in a smile and you look back at Johnny. “Go on.”

He takes a deep breath before raising his right arm and creating a flame blast. He hesitates, but at your nod, he throws it at you.

You shake your wand again, this time more intently. Johnny’s eyes widen as he watches a huge bubble materialising right before his eyes, immediately engulfing his fire. With a tiny smile and a hand wave, you send the bubble off the window. 

Looking back at the four of them, staring dumbfounded at the bubble flying off, you shriek. “That was so fun!” You jump in place, clapping your hands. “I’ve never done that with the fire being thrown directly at me! Johnny, do it again!”

He’s raising his hand already when Reed pushes it down, “You had never done that?”

“Nobody has thrown fire at me until now, Reed.” You say it like it’s obvious, “I’ve tried that with water, though. Oh! Maybe we should see if I can put out the fire when you burst into flames?” You turn to Johnny again, but this time he doesn’t seem to agree with that experiment.

“Please don’t. I can put them out myself.”

“So that’s what the bubble is? Manipulating water?” Reed puts himself in the conversation again. 

“That would be manipulating air too.” You answer, matter-of-factly. “The weather in general, really. And plants, to an extent. Still working on that.”

Reed looks at his wife, then at his best friend. He’s unsure where to go from here.

“I… I guess that could be helpful?” Sue breaks the silence. Even though she sounds unsure, you still make a cheery noise, subtly clapping your hands again.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Ben adds, his eyes moving from you to Reed. “We could use some help too.”

“I think that’s awesome!” Johnny declares, quickly moving to your side, examining your wand. You hand it to him, muttering a quiet “be careful” before turning to face Reed.

“Well?” You beam at him, “What do you say?”

He examines you for a while, then sighs, bobbing his head. “I have so many questions.” 

You shriek again, springing in his direction and throwing your arms around him and Sue, hugging them. “I’ll tell you everything! Oh, I’m so excited!”

Once you let go of them, Reed leaves in order to start his research, and Sue smiles at you before excusing herself to make some calls. Ben goes to find Herbie and Franklin. 

Johnny walks to you, handing you your wand back. You take it carefully, your voice in singsong, “Ah, thank you.”

He offers you a smile, “You’re gonna tell me where did you learn all that?”

“Oh, that’s a long story.” You smile back at him, throwing your hair off your shoulders, “How much time do you have, Torchy?”

more notes: i had so much fun writing this but i genuinely have no backstory to support any of this timeline. it’s there though. thank you for reading <3

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new theme :3

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you know i've always been alone / 'til you taught me / to live for somebody

around her, bruce wayne never needed words. she went to bed early as usual for his wife. she was serene as one can be, the rise of her chest as she breathed brought him much comfort; to know she was alive, in her most peaceful state, and soon to be in his arms. 

he was not one to initiate intimacy. it was always her reaching for his hand, kissing his lips, unbuttoning his dress shirt. he’d never been loved like that before. he was treated as desirable, of course, for his wealth, his status as a wayne. but it never felt like joining her in the bath tub. the sight of their naked forms a welcomed sight, not out of lust, just pure love. it never felt like scrubbing coconut-scented shampoo into each other’s hair until their fingers pruned like raisins, or leaving a note on her bedside table before patrol: away for a while. thinking of you. 

lying next to her, he brushed a strand of her curly locks to her ear. his touch lingered for a moment too long, before pulling the sheets closer to her chest. it was the middle of winter, yet she still insisted on wearing a loose cami night gown to bed. she stirred in her sleep, her eyes blinking as she slowly returned to the waking world.

“bruce?” she murmured with a lazy smile.

he shushed her, his thumb brushing across her cheek. he pulled her close to his chest, rubbing small circles on her back.

to say she was the best thing in his life was an understatement. ever since the death of his parents, bruce thought he was alone in the world, that having a family was out of his cards for him. the world merely tunnel visioned into one goal: justice. For every child in gotham that has to live with the same pain as he did. she saw him and more. she saw the life he supposed he was damned to live by and his immeasurable pain in his heart, and still loved him as fiercely. he saw it in her and in alfred. 

he lives in the fear of losing something so precious– yet why he fights so hard. 

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a/n: i can't stop rewatching batman (2022). title from star by mitski

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superhero brainrot has taken over my brain once more

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me & sevika tonight

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You look weak.

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slightly suggestive

leon proclaims that his life began when he met you. so, it is no wonder why he comes home from saving the world once more. sure, he has a warm bed to rest his head onto-- but most of all, the most gentle, understanding soul right next to him. tied to him on a pretty finger, forevermore.

he was never one for romance. the nature of his career is an outright rejection at the idea of such a thing. but leon kennedy is only human after all.

he rings the doorbell of his home, his shares home with his beloved. his breath hitched as he shuffles the wrapping of the intricate bouquet of lilies, baby's breathes, and colorful tulips before quickly deciding to hold his body still.

you practically sprang out onto your feet. before anything, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, breathing in his scent of sweat, of forests after rainfall, of faint rosemary. you missed him, more than anything. leon reminds you to never worry time after time before leaving. you trust him to come home; you know he will fight even death itself to crawl back home to you. yet, there is always an ache, a sick inkling, a superstition that all you'll end up with is an american flag and pieces of gear is all that will be left of him.

"nice to see you," you said cheekily, trying to bite back tears. leon chuckled, wrapping his arms around your wait before squeezing your waist. "nice to see you too, dear."

your chest suddenly felt heavy. leon pulls away first. there is the cracking of paper wrapping, making the bouquet is slightly squished. "for you," he murmured, before kissing your cheek. there is a tag labeled: for the love of my life.

you sniffle before you took a good look at him. you cannot believe he is right in front of your eyes, breathing with all of his limbs attached. surely without his scars that you'll trace under the sheets later. you smile, deeply. "thank you, leon," you pepper his handsome face full of kisses.

"you missed a spot," he manages to say, his face tickling under your lips. and you both new what you were both missing. you laugh, wrapping a single arm around his neck, the other caressing your bouquet as if it were a small babe.

you press your lips against his, both of you smiling into the kiss. it wasn't rough, but it was certainily a deep, passionate, all-consuming kiss. one of two lovers separated for months on end, thousands of miles away. one could not tell if it was there last or first kiss.

you pulled away first this time, resting your foreheads against each other. "i missed my best girl," leon finally said, still breathless. "hell, misses doesn't even begin to understand."

"maybe you can show me later," you whisper, giggling before hiding into his neck.

"what about now?" he interweaves your hand with his, pulling into your shared home.

© yves4apples 2025.

a/n: i shed a tear writing this. (i wrote this instead of studying...) might write a nsfw ver / part 2 later

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slightly suggestive

leon proclaims that his life began when he met you. so, it is no wonder why he comes home from saving the world once more. sure, he has a warm bed to rest his head onto-- but most of all, the most gentle, understanding soul right next to him. tied to him on a pretty finger, forevermore.

he was never one for romance. the nature of his career is an outright rejection at the idea of such a thing. but leon kennedy is only human after all.

he rings the doorbell of his home, his shares home with his beloved. his breath hitched as he shuffles the wrapping of the intricate bouquet of lilies, baby's breathes, and colorful tulips before quickly deciding to hold his body still.

you practically sprang out onto your feet. before anything, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, breathing in his scent of sweat, of forests after rainfall, of faint rosemary. you missed him, more than anything. leon reminds you to never worry time after time before leaving. you trust him to come home; you know he will fight even death itself to crawl back home to you. yet, there is always an ache, a sick inkling, a superstition that all you'll end up with is an american flag and pieces of gear is all that will be left of him.

"nice to see you," you said cheekily, trying to bite back tears. leon chuckled, wrapping his arms around your wait before squeezing your waist. "nice to see you too, dear."

your chest suddenly felt heavy. leon pulls away first. there is the cracking of paper wrapping, making the bouquet is slightly squished. "for you," he murmured, before kissing your cheek. there is a tag labeled: for the love of my life.

you sniffle before you took a good look at him. you cannot believe he is right in front of your eyes, breathing with all of his limbs attached. surely without his scars that you'll trace under the sheets later. you smile, deeply. "thank you, leon," you pepper his handsome face full of kisses.

"you missed a spot," he manages to say, his face tickling under your lips. and you both new what you were both missing. you laugh, wrapping a single arm around his neck, the other caressing your bouquet as if it were a small babe.

you press your lips against his, both of you smiling into the kiss. it wasn't rough, but it was certainily a deep, passionate, all-consuming kiss. one of two lovers separated for months on end, thousands of miles away. one could not tell if it was there last or first kiss.

you pulled away first this time, resting your foreheads against each other. "i missed my best girl," leon finally said, still breathless. "hell, misses doesn't even begin to understand."

"maybe you can show me later," you whisper, giggling before hiding into his neck.

"what about now?" he interweaves your hand with his, pulling into your shared home.

© yves4apples 2025.

a/n: i shed a tear writing this. (i wrote this instead of studying...) might write a nsfw ver / part 2 later

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thanks for the love on my leon drabble ♡

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leon kennedy core 💔

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“you still make me nervous, you know?”

leon kennedy feels as if he falling in love with you all over again every day. once he hears your sweet, honey-dipped laughter in the morning he transformed into a 20-something rookie in a coffee shop, stumbling over his words at the cute barista in front of him.

you giggle as leon’s breath tickles your neck, turning around so you face him. “me?” your hand rests on his bicep, with a lovesick smile curling on your face that no one can wipe off, even if they tried.

“only you,” he whispers again. he wraps his arms around your waist, god you are beautiful, he thinks.

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a/n: having crazy leon brainrot rn

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