#🕊️ anon

[princessbrunette]

seeing the mini egg anon as i’m eating them 😟😟

anyways rafe with bunny!reader who inhales it and (kinda but not like seriously) chokes on it and he’s like “kid, you need to fuckin’ chew and then swallow.” as he looks at u all disapprovingly

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u choke on it and he puts his hand below your chin for you to cough it up (he still makes a very grossed out face) before berating u <33 “not taking you to urgent care over some fuckin’ chocolate, alright? chew properly.” he’s so mean and i love him

[niki-phoria]

Hey, I just wanted to say that you did the last request really nicely and it was so cute!

So if you have time, I want to do another request where enha is mad at their bf for any reason you can come up with (it can be petty or reasonable) and their bf apologizes in the sweetest ways (like cooking, gift giving, etc.)

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I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF I HAD TO

making up with enha after an argument !!

gn reader (no pronouns used)

HEESEUNG

“you could cut the tension with a knife.” you had always heard that saying, though it had never really registered as a real possibility until now. heeseung sits on the couch - only a few steps away from you - but it feels like oceans are separating you from each other. 

taking a deep breath, you let your shoulders relax as you prepare to swim across the ocean. to limit the insurmountable distance between you. to make things right.

“here,” you say, pushing a bowl of freshly made ramen across the table towards him. steam rises into the air and a small ring of condensation slowly begins to accumulate on the outside of the bowl. “i made you lunch.”

“thank you,” heeseung murmurs. he sets his phone down, turning to face you - his silent way of giving you all of his attention. 

“i’m sorry i snapped at you,” you continue, pulling your knees up to your chest. heeseung glances over at you, silently waiting for you to continue. “i was just… worried about you. i’m always worried about you. and i know i was wrong. i’m sorry.” 

“i’m sorry too,” heeseung says, reaching over to take your hand into his own. the feeling of his skin against your own calms your racing heartbeat. “i know why you worry. i promise i’ll try to do better.” 

JAY

you don’t know what to say. you’re not sure jay does either. an awkward silence hangs heavy in the air as you both quietly move throughout your kitchen - words just on the tip of your tongue but unwilling to be spoken into existence. 

nervously drumming your fingers against the side of the mug, you hesitantly slide the cup of hot tea towards jay. “here,” you murmur. your gaze remains trained on the steam slowly rising out of the top; your mind races as you try to think of what to say. 

jay accepts it with a grateful smile, wrapping his hand around the ceramic. the warmth feels good against his fingers. “i made you some tea to make up for last night,” you continue, finally building up the courage to look up at him. “and i bought some more honey. it’s in the cabinet - if you want it.” 

jay softly smiles in response. abandoning the mug on your kitchen counter, he slides out of his seat. his touch is gentle as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. you softly smile as you lean against his chest, letting comfort overwhelm your senses as you listen to his steady heartbeat. 

“i love you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your forehead. 

“i love you too.”

JAKE

it’s like you can feel the pressure mounding with each step you take. you anxiously twist the rose between your fingers as you stand in front of your apartment door, staring at the painted wood as if an answer will appear before your eyes. 

taking a deep breath, you let your shoulders slump in defeat as you quietly open the door. you can hear jake before you see him - his fingers clicking on the mechanical keys serving as an alarm to his location. slipping into the room, you make your way towards him until you’re standing beside his chair. 

“i brought you something.” your soft voice announces your presence as you set a flower on the desk beside him. yellow petals overlap with each other over and over again. jake looks up at you with wide, unblinking eyes. waiting. “it reminded me of you.” 

he softly smiles as he looks down at the rose. “thank you.” 

“i’m sorry,” you say, uncomfortably shifting on the balls of your feet from beside him. he can almost see your mind racing to think of the right words to say. your walk had given you enough clarity to calm down, but not a script to make it all go away. “about this morning.”

“i know.” jake softly smiles, gingerly setting the rose down once again. he reaches over, taking your hand into his own. “i am too.”

SUNGHOON

your side of the bed is empty - a fact that bothers sunghoon to no end. he frowns as he sleepily pushes himself to sit up, glaring at the space where your body was when you fell asleep the night before. your bedroom feels eerily silent without your whispered jokes in the morning or music blasting through your speakers while you make breakfast. 

the floor is cold against his bare feet as sunghoon slowly makes his way through your shared apartment, bitterly resenting himself for letting such a petty argument go so far. 

he freezes when he turns the corner, being met with the familiar sight of you wandering around in the kitchen. your unstyled hair is still disheveled from your sleep. sunghoon’s heartbeat picks up when he recognizes one of his t-shirts hanging off of your frame. 

sunghoon’s footsteps are nearly silent as he slips into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. he rests his head against the crook of your neck, smiling to himself when you relax into his arms. “morning, hoon.”

“good morning,” he hums, pressing fleeting kisses against your shoulder blades. 

“apology breakfast?” you offer, turning to face him. 

sunghoon softly smiles, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. “apology accepted.”

SUNOO

silence. all you can hear is silence. it lingers in your apartment - filling your bedroom. daring you to speak. begging you to try. suffocating. sunoo lies in your shared bed beside you, but it feels like he’s miles away. his body is as stiff as a board; his eyes trained on his phone. 

turning to lay on your side to face him, you silently begin to study sunoo’s features. his eyes are tired - more than you’ve ever wanted to see them. he’s still frowning slightly. every part of his body is tense.

“sunoo,” you whisper. regret heavily stains each of your words. the other man doesn’t react - still mindlessly scrolling through the various social media apps on his phone. 

biting back another exasperated sigh, you reach over to take his hand into your own. you rub your thumb against the grooves of his knuckles. “i’m sorry,” you murmur. “i didn’t mean to hurt you. i was tired, and i know that’s not an excuse, but i promise i didn’t mean anything i said. you mean everything to me - i hope you know that. i’m sorry. i love you.” sunoo sets his phone aside, turning to face you. he intertwines your fingers together before squeezing your hand in response - silent acceptance. i’m sorry too. i love you.

JUNGWON

“can we talk?”

your words nearly make jungwon’s heart leap into his throat, regardless of how expected they were. a swarm of nervous butterflies fill his stomach and crawl up to his chest, threatening to cut off any words he attempts to say before he can think of them. 

jungwon watches your gaze scan his expression when he finally turns to face you. tired eyes meet his own; a soft frown is etched into your features. “of course,” he nods.

“i’m sorry.” you take a short breath, nervously playing with your fingers. “i didn’t mean anything i said- and i know there’s no excuse for hurting you, but… i need you know that i’m so, so, sorry. and i love you. i hope you can forgive me.”

jungwon swallows his fear, blinking stray tears out of his eyes. it feels like an eternity passes before he hesitantly reaches over to take your hand into his own. “i’m sorry too.” 

“wonie…” you whisper. you bring a hand up to cup his cheek, brushing a stray tear away. jungwon’s face flushes when you pull him into a hug, letting him cling to your body like you’re his only lifeline. and maybe you are. “i don’t deserve you,” you murmur, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

jungwon nuzzles himself even closer against your chest so his ear rests just above your heartbeat. “then i don’t deserve you either.”

NIKI

a shiver runs down your spine as another gust of wind blows past you, dropping the temperature even more. it’s a lonely night - only a few street lights illuminating your path back to the dorm. “it’s freezing out here,” you mumble, tugging the sleeves of your sweater over your hands.

“i told you to bring a jacket,” niki scolds, wrapping his hands around your own. he quietly sighs, slipping his heat pack into your hands and pulling you closer to his body as if his warmth will somehow transfer between you. “i still can’t believe you and jake-hyung ate the last packets of ramen.”

you chuckle, playfully shrugging him off of you. “i still can’t believe you dragged me to a convenience store in the middle of the night just to buy more.”

“well maybe if you hadn’t eaten the last packets-” he teases.  

“ki,” you cut him off, a half-hearted smile threatening to pull at the corners of your lips. your fingers curl around the collar of his t-shirt as you pull him closer. niki’s wide eyes meet your own for just a second before you lean in, pressing your lips against his. your touch is gone just as quickly as it was there, leaving him standing alone on the sidewalk with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

notes: thank you so much for requesting !! i'm glad you liked the last post too :)) i'm so sorry this took forever for me to write, i had no ideas and i'm not a big fan of angst lol i hope you like it and thank you for your continued support <3

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[the-kr8tor]

Hello! Could I please request hobie x librarian! reader? Since I sent that imagine in I can’t get the idea out of my head 😭

Maybe hobie meeting up with r one time when they r working at the library to help him find a book (and to distract them from doing their job 🤣)

feel free to change the plot to this bc I couldn’t really think of one🤣!

🕊️anon

Thank you, dove for another lovely request!! 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, CW food mentions, FLUFF.

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It's a slow day in the library, all previously checked out books are properly placed in their shelves, everything else is organized in each pile. The smell of old books envelops you as you indulge yourself by reading a book that has you enthralled, the plot thickens, making you sit on the edge of your chair. Hands gripping the covers, your eyes widen at the love confession.

Your back is turned away from the table, making sure no one can see you reading the fluffiest romance book known to man. Being extra cautious, you hide your flustered face with your arms, toes wiggling inside your shoes while you giggle to yourself. Back folded like a shrimp, legs propped up on the chair with the book placed firmly on your knees.

Breath hitching in your throat, eyes brimming with tears when the protagonist finally realizes her best friend loves her too. You're too captivated to notice the presence behind you.

A gruff voice suddenly speaks, “‘He calls her name this time, not love, not Gromit or cherry, her name—’” he reads a passage right off the page.

You screech, the loud noise getting the attention of the library’s patrons. One shushes you while Hobie beams, hands tucked in his jean pockets. His smile gets bigger when you hide yourself behind your book.

He tilts his head, taking his hand out to move the book down and away from your face.

“There's my girl.” Hobie moves his hand to squeeze your nose. He can't help it when you're looking so adorable, and dare he say that he misses you so much that he decided to stop in the middle of his patrol just to see you.

He already thinks it's well worth it to change from his suit to his regular clothes in a grimey small alleyway from how you reacted.

“Hello?” You squeak out at your boyfriend, a shy smile hidden behind the cover of the book.

“Hi.” His eyes crinkle at the corners, “Why'd you hide the book from me? It was getting good.” He teases.

You collect yourself, calming your racing heart. Scooching a bit to the left, you pat the space.

Even though you two could barely fit on the office chair, Hobie still indulges you. Sitting down rather uncomfortably but he doesn't seem to mind as he immediately wraps his arm around your middle with the excuse of making sure you won't fall off the edge. You two are squeezed on the chair, half of your bodies sticking out. But you still stare at eachother like the protagonists in your book, with so much love and affection reserved with a simple look.

You place your face on the crook of his neck, nuzzling him. “Did you fight lizard?” Whispering right into his ear, he chuckles when your breath tickles him.

“Why? Do I smell?” He looks down at you, eyes soft whilst you sniff him. Nose kissing his skin.

“Hmm, no.” Sniff. “Yeah, nope.” He smells of leather and your fruity soap.

“How'd you know then?”

“You've got a piece of his scale stuck on your neck.” you narrow your eyes at the tiny green scale.

Hobie moves his neck to the side, giving you a full view. “Get rid of it for me?”

With your nail you gently scratch it off, flicking it away once you get it unstuck.

“There.” You rub his skin clean with your thumb

“Thank you, lovie.”

“What are you really doing here, Hobie?” You look at him through your lashes, “except for distracting me at work?”

“I think that job is already taken.” He taps your book on your lap. “‘m here to ask for help in finding a book.”

You giggle, knowing that's not the real reason. You decide to tease him a bit. “Okay, book title?”

“I don't remember,” he feigns like he's oblivious. Flicking his eyes on the cover, he continues. “Starts with the letter T, I think. That's where my favourite librarian comes in, right?”

“There are a lot of books starting with that letter. Do you at least have the author's name?” You play along.

“Ends with the letter R.” He grins.

“You're such an ass.” You laugh, muffling the sound with his jacket.

“You're right, ‘m here to annoy the living shit out of you.” You're not for one for PDA but you want to kiss the smirk off his lips. Maybe just one won't hurt. Before you could, he raises his hand, revealing a brown paper bag. “‘sides, I brought you lunch.”

The sight alone makes your stomach grumble, not realizing how hungry you've been with how transfixed you were with your book. You're now glad it was Hobie who found you reading during working hours and not your boss.

He heard your stomach grumble with the help of his enhanced hearing and how quiet the entire place is. But he decides not to tease you about it, for now at least.

You click your tongue, “food isn't allowed in the library.” He's disappointed at your comment. “but it's allowed in the employee lounge.” Grinning, now it's Hobie's turn to have the urge to kiss you silly.

“And I can read the rest of my book to you?” You ask, a bit nervous.

“So I can feed you while you read it to me, hmm? Very clever.”

“That's not what—”

He stands up, lending you a hand, flexing his fingers. “Let's go then, before your soup gets cold.”

“Is it from my favourite deli?” Your eyes shine in the fluorescent lights. “With bread?”

“‘course.” He'd cross oceans just for you if it means you get to eat the food you love. He acts like it's the most simplest thing in the world when in fact he had to line up for fifteen minutes to get your favourites.

You look at him with love in your eyes, taking his hand, he lifts you up with ease.

“Yeees.” You whisper happily. “For that I'll do the voices while reading.”

“Very romantic, love.” Hobie chuckles, letting you lead him excitedly down to the employee lounge.

[missestokyo]

Walker Scobell x Famous!Reader

[headcanon]

Summary: You're a famous actress and model, and is dating Walker Scobell

Warning: you being a completely badass

A/N: this is a x Fem!Reader

Request: 🕊️anon

You’re most known by playing Katie Cooper, in Alexa&Katie

But you also played Ojo, in We Can Be Heroes, and Lucy Pevensie, in Narnia series

And you’ve appear in Hermès, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Chanel magazines

Yeah girl, you’re a badass

As a model and actress you’re pretty busy

As you and Walker are busy you guys do a lot of face call

In this almost rare times that you are together, you go to a park or a restaurant, sometimes you just stay at his house

When you are chilling at his house, you guys always talk about your work, and how sometimes it's stressing, being young and so famous

At premiers you two always match

If you're part of a parade he'll definitely go, to ALL of them

He'll just look at you with a smile on his face like "that's my girl!"

Sometimes you go to the set where he work

And on the break you two cuddle

You guys are a power couple

When you to make individual lives, your fans always ask about each other

"Wheres Walker?"

"Wheres Y/n?"

Almost, everyone loves you two

[littledollll]

hey sweetheart :'3 I was wondering if you were taking request. If you are would you be open to do a Lucifer x little angel reader. I just love your little fic if these and I'm always looking for more if them. I think I've read them all tho. So my idea was that maybe Lucifer and reader could have a fight I'll let you decide why. Then reader decide to go hide from Lucy and our favorite god starts panicking and all. Over all just really cute stuff 😊😊💖 Thank you for reading and have a nice day bby💕

The Gardens

Lucifer Morningstars x Little!angel!reader

A/n: man i just hope this is half decent. Got a little motivated to write about this idea when I got the request which made me very excited! I rarely let us see when R isn’t regressed which is kinda the point? But I think insights like this are really fun to write! (May 6)

A/n pt 2.: finishing this July 21 at 3am, where did I go wrong? I’m so sorry I took so damn long it’s insane bc i don’t even notice time passing. I was looking back at my old fics and noticed I’m always writing R going to sleep? I love that cuz some of my friends actually call me “sleepy” because apparently I’m always tired. (I am)

Warnings: a little arguing, Lucifer says some hurtful things, not much else. Just some sweet fluff after the hurt.

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“Im the judge here. I alone decide the punishments and how souls will be handled. You might be my partner but you hold no power over me or hell. These are not your decisions to make or have a say on.” It was an angry spew of words. Lucifer doesn’t like having their authority challenged and you were the one person who could do that. For the first time, your own opinions were voiced in their work, and Lucifer didn’t seem willing to listen or like it at all.

Never in your time living in hell had you and Lucifer clashed about something so much.. it hurt, not to be ironic but it hurt like hell. Lucifer had never spoken to you in such a way. Never before had they used their intimidation tactics on you.

Lucifer being unnecessarily stubborn didn’t help at all, as they refused to actually listen to your opinion or swallow their pride and compromise. Or simply speak to you like an equal. Their words almost stung. “You have no power here.” That’s what they meant. And you couldn’t bear to listen anymore or even respond after that.

After a certain point you just gave up and walked away, leaving whatever they were about to spit back, in the dust, mid-sentence, and then ending up with a confused shocked expression. No one gets to just walk away from The Devil.

The worst part was that you wanted to run to them. As if words and a voice laced with venom hadn’t just been thrown in your face. As if they’d protect you even from their own self. They’ve always been your safe space, your comfort.. but you couldn’t, not today, not after your argument.

At first they were fine with you just walking away. They admit to being stubborn and hard to talk to.. everyone needs a little space to think sometimes, right? But then hours and more hours passed and you still refused to show.. it’s like you were hiding from them. There’s nothing Lucifer hated more than the thought of that. Did they really mess up that badly? That you, the most forgiving and lovely being they’ve ever met, simply refused them?

They couldn’t possibly leave it like that. Let you believe they think regularly of you, like you aren’t the most important being in their life, like you aren’t their special angel. So settling their pride aside accompanied with a bit of anxiety, they set out to find you.

You had gone to your safe space.. hiding away physically and mentally, letting your much calmer but also a lot sadder, little self take control.

Lucifer searched high and low for you, all around the palace, going as far as to actually ask for help looking. And thankfully it occurred in their mind that there was always one place you went when you seek comfort, and that was the little hidden gardens of the palace.

And there you were. Quietly sitting by their most recently planted flowers, daisies in fact. They always claimed those flowers suited you perfectly, not just the look, but the meaning. Which included purity, innocence, new beginnings, joy and cheerfulness. All things they saw in you. All things they loved about you. But of course there’s more, so much more that they love.

“My angel..” their voice was a complete contrast to their earlier attitude. Cautious as they approached you but still with a rush to have you close. Lucifer was unsure you’d ever forgive them, but there was no way you could possibly resent them, maybe you should have, but it wasn’t in your heart to reject them, so you let them approach without scurrying away.

Lucifer got down to your level, kneeling down on the floor and holding their hands out for you, which you immediately took, being pulled into a tight hug, their wings wrapping around you, effectively hiding you from the world just because they knew you loved it so much. They pressed a kiss to your forehead before hugging you close again. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my sweet angel…”

Not knowing how to respond, you nodded just a little as you nuzzled close to their shoulder, basking in the warmth and comfort of their hug. “I should’ve never said that.. never. And I promise you I didn’t mean a single word of it. I’m.. I’m in no way excusing myself, and my awfully hurtful words- but I’m just not used to this, angel..”

You could understand that.. there’s no being of higher power here in hell, even in the universe actually, no one but them and the very God that created and banished them. They’re not used to being challenged or disagreed with, and ever the sinner they are also quite prideful, even as an angel. “I’ve done this alone for so long.. of course there’s other lords.. and Mazikeen. But not even they step in when it comes to my decisions, and when you did- I felt questioned. Which I recognize should be much more frequent than it is, but it’s a new thing, and I responded very wrongly to it.”

Not for a moment did the soft tone leave their voice, a mere whisper as they hugged you and refused to let go. They’d apologize for eternity if you so requested it. But even in your headspace you could appreciate them taking accountability, and recognizing that it was wrong. Not just that it caused a bad reaction from you. “I’m working on it, I promise. Your opinion does matter to me, In whatever situation, your voice matters to me.”

It hurt, of course it hurt. But Lucifer is always sincere in their word, and they were willing to work together, that’s all that mattered to you. So you quite adorably mumbled out a little, ‘I forgive’, as you rest your chin on their shoulder. And Lucifer couldn’t be happier. “Thank you, my sweet angel.. but also, you can’t hide away from me like that, tiny. You had me running all over the palace looking for you like a maniac!” They said in a more playfully, less serious tone as they chuckled.

“Let’s make a deal, yeah?.. if anything of the sort ever happens again, can I trust that you’ll be in your little room? Even if we’re a little upset at each other I always want to know that you’re safe. I understand needing a moment to decompress and think, that certainly helped me a lot today. But I’d just like to know you’re safe and that we can talk when we’re ready to, how does that sound?” You giggled as their voice took a more playful tone and you nodded, moving away a little to look at them, an adorable little smile painted on your face. “Deals!!” You said, rather excited despite the topic.

Of course you were aware that it was indeed quite possible to run into more arguments and disagreements like this, and even more that you’d slip. But knowing how much they care for you and love you, how much they worry and want you to be safe was quite reassuring that no matter what problems you ran into there wasn’t a thing you couldn’t surpass with just a little talking and cuddles.

They nodded, placing a soft kiss on your temple and deciding just then to take a moment and sit outside with you, which was rare, for reasons neither you or they could quite place. “It’s a deal then..” they replied with a soft tone, and you could hear their smile as they spoke. It was surprisingly quiet, oddly peaceful being out here with you. They scolded themselves for not doing this sooner and made a mental note for next times.

Of course your regression was still a secret and hell can be a dangerous place but the gardens are safe enough, specially with Lucifer and your hound friend who always stayed near. After a few moments, your voice interrupted their train of thought. “luci likes birdies?” The question seemingly came out of nowhere which made them chuckle a bit. “I do. What’s going on in that cute little mind of yours to ask me that, sweet one?” Their tone was obviously amused.

“No birdies in hell! Want one.. like morphi!” It seems your mind was running elsewhere, curiosity of things you always wanted to question but didn’t. “You could have one.. how about a dove? Just like you are my little dove.” Lucifer smiled and placed a little kiss on the tip of your nose, making you giggle and shy away. You were quick to nod and respond with a slight tone of awe. “Dovs pretty!”

“As are you!” Lucifer was never one to make spur of the moment decisions.. well- not at least until you came along. But how could they ever say no to you? The little angel wants a hound and a dove, so let’s get them a hound and a dove. Lucifer sighed, not in an upset manner nor exhaustion. More so in content, amused with themselves for being so susceptible to you. “Well then. Looks like my little dove is getting their own..”

[cringecannon]

hi ok im assigning myself as ur dove anon so that way i can just ramble at u constantly but anyways first of all may i just say your writing is phenomenal…?!?!?! 🖤 and i offer this wonderful little thought for us to ponder together spurred on by some of astarion’s labyrinth inspired quotes: being astarion’s most precious, well kept possession; he cherishes you in the way that one covets a prized pet from show lines. you are so well taken care of & well maintained, draped in flimsy finery. delicate lace and silk, short & sheer so that no piece of you is ever kept hidden from him. but that’s just it: you’re his pet. you don’t know how to care for yourself, of course. he speaks to you like one might a puppy, or even, maybe, a child. he treats you as if you don’t know any better, that you simply can’t protect yourself, can’t be trusted to make decisions without his guidance. treats your fits of rage as little more than a hissy fit, like you just need a nap, something to eat, or time out. so long as you’re good, however? oh. he’ll bend heaven for you, and if that doesn’t work, he’ll absolutely raise hell. so long as your whims align with his own, or at least settle within that grey area where giving you what you’re asking for is of little consequence to his goals, of course. — 🕊

You’re a bird in a cage to him. A beloved pet, sure, with a beautiful gold cage and all the expensive things you could ever want inside… but still a pet.

He shows you off like one, too. Whether dancing at an extravagant ball or sitting on the floor with your head against his leg as he doles out orders to his spawn, you’re dressed in the finest money can buy, jewels and gold draped everywhere.

He tells you he loves you. Isn't it enough that he believes it? Does it really matter that real love isn't suffocating, degrading?

You make the mistake of asking what love feels like to him. He pauses, confused. You've caught him off guard. He stalls for a moment, clearly looking for your angle. When he finds none, he pulls you against him, slender hands cradling the cold skin of your jaw as he coos his answer. Love is... everything. Warmth, enveloping. It's the morning sun against your skin. His thumb brushes your cheek and he smiles down at you before pulling you into an embrace.

Wrapped in his arms you find a divine cruelness in the notion that love to him is the sun, seeing as he has doomed you to never see it again.

[throwaway-yandere]

Not Through The Grapevine (Yandere Idol!Diluc Ragnvindr/Reader)

Alice's, mother of Klee, note: Wouldn't it be funny if you ended up producing 5wirl or Kreideprinz? Haha! I don't think your little friend would like that. He might just take my wine cellar away– stick with Diluc, dove. 

P.S: Producer Lumine, can I just write "a/n" next time? This poor mother's getting tired of typing :'(

1k event masterlist

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"At this time I decide to,

Get over you and 

Want to tell you not through

The grapevine but directly"

- Sakyo-taifu Michimasa

This was the most recent poem you found tucked within your favorite book, printed on a red square paper. The paper looked pretty– and it was faintly scented with grapes too. At first, you assumed it must have been picked up off the floor and put somewhere, and that "somewhere" just so happened to be one of your favorite books.

"Damn it. Help me…" You chuckled nervously. "Can't believe those stalkers thought my book was one of ADDICKTZ again…"

Which "tea" will they spill this time, you wonder? Will they leak that Dainsleif likes "The Scarlet King's Court Jester"? Or maybe they'll say that Zhongli is trying to reconnect with the modern age by reading contemporary fantasy novels? You rolled your eyes, shaking the love letter like you would with a polaroid. 

Oh wow, the contents of this letter are so enthralling. 10/10. You're so impressed. Great job, stalkers.

It's lovely poetry, but once you encounter numerous stalker fans, it sours and loses its charm. After being friends with Diluc, Kaeya, and Ajax for most of your life, you've grown incredibly desensitized by unhinged fans. You have so many bizarre expectations of them that you can't remember the last time you were actually astonished by something they did. Perhaps you'd be surprised if this love letter was for Itto– he doesn't like novels or receiving these types of riddle-y love letters. He'd probably prefer getting a used towel instead.

But there's always theory number #2:

It's possible that Kaedehara Kazuha from the other unit wrote this.

The thought of him made a goofy smile creep up your face unsuspectingly. Damn it. You're starting to feel like one of those fangirls– but can you blame yourself? Kaedehara Kazuha is just so utterly captivating. Maybe he's the one who intentionally put this in your book– can't a person dream? There's nothing wrong with imagining yourself as the protagonist of some romantic escapade with an idol, right? 

Someone cleared their throat.

"Oh, freaki–" You jolted and nearly dropped the card. When you caught a clear view of his face, you immediately felt relieved.

"Ah, good evening Master Diluc." You bowed slightly, sneakily slipping the red paper back inside your book. "You have nothing in your schedule for this week."

"Is that so?" He hummed with a small smile on his face. "Well, do you have anything on yours?"

"It's positively empty, sir." You grinned.

"P-Please, (Y/n)." He covered his face with one hand, avoiding your feigned business-as-usual eyes. "I know that you're my producer now but can we drop the act?"

"We can, but this is so much fun though!" You beamed. "It's like our friendship got ten extra steps– don't take that fun away from me!"

Diluc grunted laconically. You do have a point. The only real change from being a childhood friend to a producer was a fancier title and a damn good paycheck. Fans would kill to be Diluc Ragnvindr's childhood friend AND producer. There's no one else he trusts as much as you. He was a reckless child and you were always there to stop him from getting into trouble. You never failed to clean up after him whenever he decided he'd build a massive medieval lego set. 

That's why it's such a miracle that he grew up to be such a quiet and reserved person. To think this was your friend who got banned from Disneyland of all places– Nowadays, he's more focused on inheriting his father's company and this "unexpected side hustle" of his.

"Dove, since we're both free– do you want to try a bottle of this year's wine?"

"Diluc, we're good friends, so you know that we both loathe wine, right?"

"Ngh, you're right. I can't say I know what possessed me to ask that question." He flinched. "Wait, no, I do– listen (Y/n), Adeline wanted me to come to a Snezhnayan Dawn Winery event this Friday and I don't have a plus one."

"Oh?"

Not that it happens often but Diluc's hilariously affectionate when he's completely inebriated. He does not do well with foreign alcohol. When you were both rebellious teens, he went out and drank a bottle of fire-water with Ajax behind Uncle Crepus' back. This was around the time these two "frenemies" started getting along. A few hours later, Diluc sent you a couple of slurred-voiced messages of how much he loves and cares about you– which was abruptly wrapped up by two quick texts:

"as a comrade of course"

"***friend i mean friend."

Given how awkward it was, you promised Diluc that you won't tell a single soul about this when morning came and he seemed both mortified and relieved about your proposal… You'd rather not have a "part two" of that.

In addition, Ajax acted weird around you ever since. He always gives you a look of pity. Last week, you asked him how he knew the password to your phone when he lost his phone and needed to call his producer. He answered that he "got it from Diluc when he was drunk" with a traumatized look on his face. That was four years ago; you're all in your twenties now. You've changed all your passwords since then. 

You want to help him, but you're still a bit hesitant. He's bound to drink fire-water this Friday. Given how you and Ajax would be unwilling to accompany him, you decided to throw Kaeya under the bus.

"Why not invite your brother?"

Diluc's eyes squinted.

"Oh, right."

Kaeya's been absent for a week now, you're not sure why and his producer wasn't answering your calls. You wonder how they're doing…

"How about the others?"

"Everyone in ADDICKTZ is busy except for Producer Snail."

… Okay let's try to avoid that as much as possible. You don't want Itto's producer crying over some rich people's escargot.

"How about 5wirl-"

"Not happening."

You smiled sheepishly. He probably didn't want Venti to come. "Alright, you got me. It's hard to say no to you. I was only planning to laze around the house anyways."

"Thank you. I'll make it worth your mora."

"It better be because I'm not cheap, sir."

"(Y/n), please–"

—--

It was a Friday night and the two of you decided to meet up at the venue's parking lot first. You were leaning against a tree while waiting for him. When he did arrive, you saw him in a black tuxedo accentuated with red accents. There's no doubt about it. He's idol-worthy and more.

Compared to you, this is just... Gah, how can you even compare to him?

"Hey, um, you look great! Like usual, and I kinda feel bad that I showed up wearing this." You frowned. "So, um, is this... acceptable?"

He closed his eyes and chuckled. "Do you really have to ask that?"

"I'm not going to lie, I'm a bit self-con–"

"Don't be. You're breathtaking." Diluc crossed his arms and spoke earnestly. "Even if you wore the most atrocious outfit known to man, you'll forever be gorgeous to me."

You were still flustered. "That's sweet and all but it REALLY doesn't help me–"

"You're aesthetically pleasing. You have exquisite tastes– you picked just the right colors that match your eyes and I adore the way you styled your hair for tonight." He muttered with a scowl. "Seeing you put in this much effort… makes me want to delude myself that I am someone special to you, just this once."

You paused.

"But you are special to me."

Diluc smiled bitterly. "Not in the same way as him, no."

"What do you mean?"

"So, how much should I pay you for this?" He digressed jokingly, but his grin looked painful. "Surely, I have to pay a high price for commissioning a lovely fae."

You laughed. "Yeah. You owe me a pay raise, sir!"

Diluc shook his head. "... Another pay raise– Maybe I should stop calling you Dove and start calling you Mora from now on."

"Bold of you to assume I'd hate that."

"... Why are you my best friend, again? Anyways, do you have your purse?"

"Yes, I d–..." You ferreted your handbag. "–on't. No, no I don't– shit."

 "Of course, you forgot. Never mind, just stay close to me. Don't be obliged to drink anything even if they're pressuring you to. If you ever need to go home, I'll pay for the taxi." 

Diluc grabbed your hand and walked towards the venue. You looked down. His hands were warm– or maybe it was your own temperature you were sensing. One of Kaeya life's missions was to make you painfully aware that both your hands could melt an ice cube in under twenty seconds, so you're not too sure who's warm.

"...Is something wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing." You laughed. "I was just thinking that you're such a green flag, that's all."

His grip tensed up and he looked the other way. Is it just you or is he getting warmer? Diluc ran his free hand through his hair. He looked frustrated.

"How can I get over you when you're like this?"

"Diluc...?"

"Forget the event," Diluc said, stopping you both from entering. "Let's just head to my place."

What?!

"Hah?!" Canceling plans is usually the best feeling on earth but in this instance, it left you absolutely baffled.

"Wait here, I'll just make a call."

"Hey, Diluc, wait–"

—-------

[Ten missed calls from "Ajax."]

[Received 1 voicemail.]

"Diluc, I had a chat with Venti's producer earlier. Is it true that you're the one who sent death threats to stop the 5wirl and ADDICKTZ collab? Kinda hard to believe you'd go through such lengths– and REAALLL low for you to drop a week's work on everyone, comrade!"

"I don't get what your motives are either... Is it because of (Y/n)? C'mon, we both know they wouldn't like you as much as the Dove likes Kazuha. I'm sorry but you HAVE to accept that. Even if you wiretap their house and obsess so much about them that opportunity is just not gonna hap–"

[Delete.]

[Calling Ajax…]

"Tartaglia."

"Well, well. That's not a good opener. Are you gonna get your ass over and help us out? The fuck is up with this paperwork– why are we even helping the CEO's assistant write reports?!"

"No, actually, I need your help with something…"

*sigh* "Motherfucker. Alright, spill. What do you want?"

"I don't want to hurt them– God, I can't imagine myself doing something like that when they look this pretty tonight. Ajax, I beg you, you're the only one that can help me with this. How can I knock someone unconscious without using blunt force?"

"..."

"..."

"... Diluc, holy shit, what on earth are you planning?" 

Ansytea: huhu i hope your husband won't kill me– THANK YOU FOR JOINING THE 1K EVENT DOVE ANON!!! (This is still so surreal i cant believe i got permission to write abt you. most of us probably already know who this is anyways so dhjskwksoa happy 12k followers to you too!!!!)

[lipglossanon]

I love the thought of step bro Leon trying so hard to impress us when we have a little crush on a boy from school. Oh your crush can do push ups with one hand? He'll do it too but with you sitting on his back. Oh he's the team captain of a sport? Well he is too and has been it longer than him. You and your little crush going on a "date" to study? Why not sit at home and study with your dear step bro. He's older and definitely much more helpful and smarter than that crush of yours. Oh on Valentines day he got you a rose and a note? Leon got you a bouquet of flowers and a fireworks show he somehow made happen.

Oh but you're still not over that crush of yours after a few months..that mean of you! You're making your dearest step brother so sad :( he put in all this effort to impress you yet you still like that guy. He should put you in your place. Pounding you stupid to even remember anything. Pussy leaking him cum when you go up to talk to that boy tomorrow. And very visible bite marks on your neck and thighs from him. Just branding his dear step sister <3

-🕊

🕊️ anon, I need you to know I’ve reread this like a million times and now I think I can reply 😮‍💨 🤭 this was so so good; like you should write your own stepbro Leon 😉

The ‘one up’ attitude is so on point; and what’s the real killer is you can see how much more care Leon puts into impressing you 🤭 like for your bday, your crush gets you some cutesy little gift shop teddy bear and when you get home Leon gives you that pretty bracelet you’ve been eyeing for ages but couldn’t afford :(

And the possessive sex? 😤😤👏👏 it all comes to a head when you’re pouty and moping around the house cause your crush cancelled plans to go hang out with his friends and Leon’s at his limit. Shows you how much better off you are without that stupid little crush when you have your step brother here to take care of you

Wrestles you down to your bed (even though you’re not fighting back too hard 😉) and grinds against you until you’re whining and bucking up into him. Helps you get your clothes off then quickly strips out of his and pushes you back down on the bed. You kinda put up a fight cause you like how rough Leon gets and then he’s pounding your wet cunt hard, making you scratch his back as he thrusts even deeper.

He pulls out before either of you cum cause he wants to eat you out til you’re soaking his face then he’s going to fill your pretty pussy up 😌

Needless to say, he bites and sucks bruises all over your body, especially those thighs of yours—leaves bruises so dark that tomorrow when you close your legs you can feel a twinge of pain making your clit pulse in want. Your neck looks like it was mauled by a rabid animal but you like it, especially whenever Leon looks at you and his eyes go dark.

You meet up with that silly crush but now you don’t even really notice him, just like hanging out with him so Leon gets jealous and shows you just how much better your step brother is for you 🤭

[kaeyx]

Imagine how touchy pmzai would be though. poor boy never had proper affection in his life, so having a s/o who's fine with him getting in their personal space would make him somewhat happy. do you see where I'm getting at? his hands would be all over the place, whether thats your waist, thighs, torso, neck, arm-- he just wants some physical touch! he can never get enough.

also can i please be 🕊 anon? :'3

Nah bc you're so right!!! Pmzai is majorly touch starved, all Dazais are, and none of them will admit it. The moment you give any indication he can touch you casually it's game over. Constantly hugs you, sits in your lap, drapes himself over your shoulder, plays with your fingers, etc. Anywhere you are, he is too.

[kiatheinsomniac]

(not me being so quick to send a request, i cannot sleep right now) hi, kia! ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ u know i had to kindly send in a request for my little meow meow — so, imagine: melkor’s vala!lover feeling his cold fingers touching her soft skin as he presses his lips on hers while she sleeps, which leads to both of them, you know, fucking ∗´ര ༝ ര`∗ and, well, melkor feeling his heart flutter and soar when he hears her whiny confession about how she loves him very much as she cums so prettily around him ˶•~•˶ i am soft, and if you do write it, tysm! take care! —🕊️

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You had been stirred awake by cold lips pressed to your mouth and even colder fingers skimming across your exposed body. Oddly enough, one of your first thoughts upon waking was one that you had regularly: it was so very ironic for permanently burnt, blackened hands to be so cold – a part of you expected them to always hold the searing heat of the glittering jewels that had forever deformed them. 

A sleepy moan slipped past your lips and was quickly swallowed by his mouth as you groggily reached up to cup his face in your hands, feeling the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones like the faces of the harsh mountains surrounding his home, your home. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake you like this and so, when the two of you finally pulled away, you brushed his hair back gently, tucking those sheets of midnight silk behind his pointed ears as you gazed up at him. 

Your eyes were so beautiful to Melkor, especially when you gazed up at him like this. Your eyes were big, bright, kind and he could spend eternity wandering their depths. 

“What’s wrong, hm?” You murmured as you leaned up just enough to peck the corner of his mouth. “You’re tense…” You pulled him down and turned your body so that his face was against your chest, your arms wrapping around him to play with his hair and slightly scratch your nails over his shoulder blades. 

“It’s just been a long day of commanding production in the forges… We lost a lot of orcs in the last battle and now the armoury workers are falling behind. We cannot arrange a counter attack without the necessary provisions…” There was an edge to his voice by the end of his answer and you simply dipped your head down to press a kiss to his hairline before pulling him in tighter, wishing to soothe him with your embrace and grant him a break from the stresses of being the Dark Lord. You softly shushed him as you steadied out your breathing in the hopes that he would mirror you and relax some. 

“Well you can worry about that in the morning, it’ll do you no good to keep on stressing in your own time now.” You assured him, “You’re an excellent leader and you have a brilliant lieutenant helping you out too… everything will be fine, dearest.” You assured him and were met with a groan in reply that you knew would be followed by a list of reasons as to why he was sure everything would not be fine. So, to curb said list of reasons, you distracted your lover with one of the best ways that you knew how. 

Your hand on the back of his head that had been threading through his hair now pushed his face into your chest, your boobs pressed together with how you were laying on your side and any protest that he might have had was shut up when anything he tried to say was muffled within your cleavage. However he showed no signs of retaliation and instead wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer, tangling your legs as he let out a content moan into the plush skin of your breasts. 

“Because there are better ways to spend your time than fretting, aren’t there?” You suggested with a seductive lilt to your tone and Melkor, in turn, squeezed you before you felt his lips begin to trail open-mouthed kisses across your plush flesh. You simply let out a pleased hum and buried your face in his hair as little shivers danced through your body to the sensation of his intimacy. You held him even closer and could feel the rumble of his laugh and some muffled words before you eased up your hold just a bit. 

You were rolled onto your back, your nightshirt bunched up in his large hands and pushed to just beneath your breasts as his lips pressed earnestly to your sternum. 

“And I suppose that smothering me is the better pastime?” He mused, pale grey eyes rolling up to meet your gaze. 

“You didn’t seem too opposed.” You teased back and you could feel the curved smile upon his mouth as he kissed down your body, hands cupping your hips to coax you to lift them. 

“Hm… I think I’d rather be smothered elsewhere right now…” Your hands flew down to tangle in his silken tresses when his mouth made its way between your legs and he wasted no time in lapping at your arousal as though it were a delicacy. He ate you like a man savouring the sweetest dessert right up until you felt yourself on the cusp on an orgasm and you pushed him away by the shoulder with a shaky palm. 

“No, want…” Your chest rose and fell rapidly with your panted breaths as you tried to take in a breath deep enough to get your words out, “Want to come with you ‘nside me.” He let out a moan at your words, a proud smile on his slick-coated lips before he made a show of licking them clean. 

His arm hooked beneath the arch of your spine to tug your body closer to his in one swift motion so that your chest was pressed to his and the sensation of your plush breasts pressed against him only sent heat further pooling beneath his belt that he was pulling open in impatient, jerky motions. 

He wasted little time in sinking into you, slowly, observant of your facial expressions to ensure that he wasn’t hurting you. Melkor knew how to hit all of your sweet spots and so he wasted no time in grinding into your mushy cunt, repeatedly rubbing against a place that had you wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your body with your arms looping around his neck as your back arched up to press your chest against his. 

“There you are, pretty…” He cooed once he heard the sweet moans you were muffling against his neck. You whined as he pulled out right to the swollen tip of his cock before crying out as he suddenly plunged right back into you. He then set up a slow but hard pace, groaning and sighing at the pleasurable sting of your nails in his back. 

You let out the sweetest noises as his hands on your waist slid down to your hips, pausing briefly to squeeze them, before wandering further down to your thighs. He squeezed your soft flesh as though you were a being to be revered by all. You soon found your knees nearly on either side of your head and your head fell back against the bed as he could now reach even deeper into you and as you were still completely waking up, all you could think of was just how full you felt. 

“M’kor…” You stuttered out his name between quick, panted breaths and increasing moans, one of your hands on his back gliding over his shoulder and to his jaw which you cupped in your palm, fingers tangled in his midnight hair so that you could pull him down into a messy kiss. “So good… so good to me.” He muffled a moan against your neck as your pussy squeezed around him tighter but you didn’t allow him to keep his noises quiet like that, instead swallowing all of his moans with desperate, clumsy kisses as your body seemed to tense up with the coil in your abdomen that was on the very verge of snapping. “Love you… I love you, I love you so much!” You rambled out as you came around his cock, keeping your legs locked around him so that he couldn’t pull out of you as his hips continued to piston against your in wet paps, your arousal and orgasm now slicking his abdomen. Oh how you made his hardened heart flutter when you said such sweet things while he pounded your little cunt. 

You clung to him as though your life depended on it, fingers tugging on his hair as you felt the warmth of his load spilling into you, your legs trembling at the small rolls of his hips as he began to grind into your cum-filled cunt. The two of you were panting as he collapsed onto your body, peppering your neck in kisses as you buried your face in his dark hair, holding him close to your body. 

After a few minutes of silence, you were the first to speak up: “Feeling better?” 

“Much, my love.” He breathed out, resting his head upon your chest, “I love you.” He melted further into you at the sensation of your fingers gently detangling his hair, running over his scalp, “Oh, I love you…” 

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[princessbrunette]

toxic!bd!jj who is not the brightest bulb in the box starting an argument bc he’s jealous (for literally no reason) and saying some shit like “y’know, how do i even know the baby’s mine? she looks an awful lot like rafe with the blonde hair and blue eyes.”

and u literally just have to stare at him like ??? girl YOU have blonde hair and blue eyes what the fuck are u talking about

(also can i be 🕊️ anon? i dont think it was in the claimed masterlist but i also have the memory of a goldfish)

LMAOOO this is funny ,, obvi only works if readers colouring allows the baby to have jj’s exact hair n eye colour but it still made me giggle ,, he rlly would start an argument from thin air

[niki-phoria]

I have a leon request cuz re2 leon is just the cutest!

It’s set after the events in re2. reader is leon’s best friend, they got separated while fighting mr x and ended up in a coma. he managed to escape nest and survived (thanks to ada, but he doesn’t know that).

a month after that, he wakes up and finds leon in the room, waiting for him. leon cries, thinking that he lost him and accidentally confesses to him. reader feels the same way as him and need i say more?

- 🕊️

pairing: leon x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count: 941

includes: re2 leon, reader getting hurt, it's implied that ada saves him, probably inaccurate descriptions of a coma lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea, i hope you like it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

“y/n!” leon’s scream mixes into the chaos of everything else around you. you wince as the giant man standing before you effortlessly throws you to the side. your body slams into a pile of nearby debris; concrete digs into your back and shoulders at uncomfortable angles. you crawl onto your knees, violently coughing in an attempt to catch your breath. your lungs burn with each shallow breath. 

suddenly it feels like every part of your body suddenly gives out at once. you collapse onto the ground, too exhausted to move. through blurry vision, you can just barely make out a red figure approaching you before it all goes dark. 

leon curses under his breath as he dodges yet another attack. he peeks over from behind another pile of debris as he looks for you. his breath hitches in his throat when he can’t find you. a pool of blood stains the concrete where you used to be laying. he squeezes his eyes shut as if you’ll reappear before swallowing his fear and returning his attention to the man. 

the ground around leon crumbles beneath his feet. he jumps across to steadier ground before an open container slides across the ground towards him. inside is a rocket launcher neatly tucked between two thick pieces of black styrofoam. 

leon grunts as he leans down to grab it, lifting the gun up onto his shoulder. the weight feels heavy as it sits on his arm. he aims it at the apathetic giant before firing once into its torso before raising his hands up to block the aftershocks of the explosion. thankfully, the giant’s legs lay on the ground - finally dead. 

he scrambles back up to his feet, pushing through the smoke and debris in search of you. “please be okay,” leon continuously whispers to himself as he desperately crawls over concrete and metal. 

a soft gasp escapes him when he finds you. your unconscious body lays carefully placed far away from the fighting. a bandage has been tightly wrapped around a cut on your arm. “christ, y/n,” he whispers, kneeling down beside you. he brushes his fingers against your neck, pressing down until he finds your pulse. your heartbeat feels steady despite everything you’ve been through. he carefully brushes a few stray stands of hair out of your eyes before dropping his hand against your cheek to wipe dirt away from the skin. “don’t worry. i’ll get you out of here.” leon uses one hand to support your head before snaking the other underneath your legs to lift you up bridal style before running away from the remains of umbrella’s lab in search of help. 

a slow, rhythmic beeping from beside your ears greets you when you slowly begin to come back into reality. your eyes slowly flutter open as more of your senses come back. your surroundings smell overwhelmingly like bleach. it’s quiet - too quiet. the beeping monitors, the smell, and the quiet: they’re all the markings of a hospital.

you groan, squinting up at the ceiling above you. you startle when the door creaks open before footsteps echo across the tile floor. they pause as you shift to look over at him. “leon?” you whisper. your voice is raspy. your throat feels scratchy as you force the words out. 

“y/n,” he gasps. he all but runs to your side, leaning to look down at you. he reaches up to brush his fingers against your cheek once again, carefully checking you over. tears well in his eyes as they stare into yours before he leans down to pull you into a hug. “god, i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as much as you can. “what happened?”

leon sniffles as he pulls away, sitting down on one of the nearby chairs. “you took a bad hit after umbrella’s lab exploded,” he sighs. he reaches over to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “i found you after i killed that… thing and i brought you here. how are you feeling?”

“tired,” you let out a dry chuckle, leaning back against the stiff pillow. “my body hurts.”

“yeah, a coma will do that to you,” leon replies. 

despite his sarcastic response, the tears welling in his eyes slowly begin to roll down his cheeks. you furrow your eyebrows slightly as you reach up to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against the skin to wipe them away as soon as they fall. “hey,” you whisper. “what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing,” he whispers, shaking his head. 

“leon…”

he sighs. “i just… i thought i lost you, y/n. i thought i lost you and i didn’t know how to handle it. i don’t know how to handle it.”

“leon,” you whisper.

“no, just listen,” he takes a shaky breath, wiping away a few stray tears before turning back to you. “you got hurt. i couldn’t protect you. i love you so much and i couldn’t save you!”

“leon!” you lean up as much as you can to pull him down into a kiss. he freezes for a second when your lips meet before he slowly relaxes. his hand reaches up to cup your cheek once again, holding your face in place as he kisses you back. 

you softly smile at him when you eventually pull away. “what-”

“it’s my turn to talk,” you interrupt. “it wasn’t your fault. you do protect me. and i love you too.” you chuckle when leon’s face flushes a light pink. he smiles as you pull him back into another kiss. and then another. and another. and another.

[the-kr8tor]

Hello! Could I please request TTN Hobie and reader go back to Aunt Janet’s shop, when they are together again after reader comes back from LA, to buy some fabric for something that they are sewing? I would love to see her reaction of seeing them both together!

Have a lovely day/night!

🕊️anon

Yippee a TTN request!! Ly thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, talks of babies, TTN! Hobie and Reader. FLUFF

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The bell jingles as Hobie opens the door for you, strolling inside, practically skipping from all the happiness of being with him again, you wait for him to enter. He loops his arm around your waist almost immediately. The unabashed PDA would make anyone look away, but who cares? You're complete once again.

“What do you need again?” He asks, eyes roaming around, chin resting comfortably on your shoulder.

“If you stopped and actually listened to my chattering then you won't have to ask.” You say teasingly, a smirk playing on your lips.

“If you stopped snogging me while talking then I won't be so distracted, hmm?” Hobie rubs his chin on your shoulder in an effort to tickle you.

“It's not my fault you keep coming on to me.” Giggling, he scrunches up your face with his whole palm over your entire face, wiggling it playfully.

“If you two don't stop being all sweet there'll be ants all over my shop.” A familiar voice pipes up from behind the counter, making you pause and take off Hobie's hand from your face. “‘ello you two. Welcome back, sweetheart.”

“Auntie Janet!” You squeal, feet bouncing to get to her. Hugging her over the counter, you hold her at arm's length, grinning from ear to ear.

You've noticed the new glasses on her, she has aged a bit since you last saw each other but there's still that twinkle in her eyes whenever she smiles.

“Let me get a good look at you!” You awkwardly twirl around at her behest. She smiles widely.

“So?” You ask timidly.

“Good,” Janet nods approvingly. “You've taken care of yourself well? Ate? Went on walks?”

“I did, don't worry.”

“He taking good care of you then?” She gestures towards Hobie who peruses the shelves.

“He is. Too good in fact, he barely lets me out of his sight.” You joke. “I'm guessing he missed me a lot.”

Janet leans closer to you, whispering. “Don't tell him I told you this but he's a regular customer here.”

“He is?” You ask, feigning ignorance. You know of his vigilante activities, and unfortunately those activities usually end up with his suit cut to pieces or mangled up. It's the main reason why you're visiting, and to also visit Janet of course.

Your heart pounds loudly at the thought of Janet figuring out his secret identity.

“That he is, I think he's making his own clothes. That's how much he misses you. You know, do the activities you like so he feels like you're there with him”

You breathe a sigh of relief, not knowing what you would've said to her if she guessed correctly on why he needs so much fabric. With a giddy smile, you like her conclusion better.

“I'll– put that information to good use.” You stutter,

She nods, “use it wisely.” Winking, she straightens out when Hobie plops a roll of scaly green fabric on the counter.

“Oh is this for Terry?” You ask, hand automatically reaching for his jean back pocket.

Janet looks at you confused.

“Yeah, for patching him up.”

“Wait, do you have a kid? How long have you been home, Y/N?” She looks at you like you've betrayed her.

Before you could explain, Hobie takes the opportunity to tease the old woman.

He pats your stomach, “yeah, she had him a month ago and he's growing very fast, we need new clothes for him.”

You stifle a laugh, you'd tell her eventually but you want to see how Hobie's bit goes.

“A baby boy?!” She points at Hobie menacingly. “She gave birth a month ago and you're already letting her walk around?” Janet comes around the counter, cane at the ready. “Not to mention the fact you already knocked her up the minute she came back home!” She points at Hobie with her cane. “What kind of–”

Hobie shields himself with his arms, laughing loudly while Janet chastises him. Their voices echo out in the shop.

You watch Hobie defend himself from an old woman, smiling, your laughs match Hobie's. Maybe you'll tell Janet the truth once she calms down or else you might get the cane too.

[pupcuck]

bombarding you with asks, cherry but i just love you and your writing sm 🥺

I feel like re2 leon would so have rape fantasies both ways. poor baby is so socially awkward that he can’t get anyone to fuck so he starts hoping that someone just rapes him so he can finally lose his virginity :( gets blackout drunk at all those academy parties and wakes up disappointed that his ass isn’t sore and his dick is still dry. tries to goes on on sketchy dates but everyone he meets with thinks he’s weird cause he’s saying awkward things and staring at them for too long.

also, I’m such a big fan of the headcanon that he’s autistic (totally not self-indulgent or anything). baby doesn’t understand social cues and he uses alcohol to numb it all out :(

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omg i love… see im always stuck when it comes to remake leon cuz he’s objectively a cutie and I’m sure he would get a lot of attention from literally everyone. but on the other hand he’s the weird kid who got bounced from foster home to foster home and he’s a little awkward and he misses social cues and it can be annoying or off putting sometimes. i love… him wanting to be raped so bad omg he pretends he doesn’t bc it’s awful but he wants it so bad, wants his roommates in academy to just push him down n take him against his will, wants to be hazed and taken advantage of

[littledollll]

Hi honey! It's your fave anon ever hehe

Can I request cg!larissa x little!borderline!reader?

Maybe R has had an awful day, like every insecurity rising to the surface and she's on the verge of splitting but she really doesn't want to so when Larissa comes home, she sees that R has locked herself in the bathroom accidentally scaring Larissa but actually she was just isolating herself because she was terrifked Larissa would see her as a monster, but actually Larissa knowa of it all and loves R more than anything so she weasles her way into the bathroom with a blanket and a paci and lots of little stuff and R just ends up regressing and safely avoiding splitting as Larissa takes care of her and falls asleep on her chest and gets carried to bed? I'm sorry if this is too much

-🧸 anon

Forever? Forever.

Larissa Weems x little!bpd!reader

Extra prompt- “R is anxious when Isa is busy and fully develops into an attack but they try to mask until they just leave the room knowing they can't do it much more. Isa, can't follow yet and feels so bad because she knows her little has abandonment issues so will interpret it the situation as being left. Then we get upset little drawing pictures to show feelings and comforting momma isa” -🕊️anon

A/n: Hi its 1:30 am when I’m writing this! back at it again my friends. It’s nice to be (sorta) up to date with requests again! Also 🧸anon i see u 👀 I swear ur like 3/5 requests I have, it’s truly an honor.

Warnings: mentions of splitting, anxiety, overthinking, abandonment issues, little r, momma Larissa, comfort.

Dear 🧸anon, can I bring you back to life with the gift of a fluffy Larissa fic?

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A busy Larissa wasn’t something new, usually as much as you hated it, it didn’t cause much of a problem. You found ways to be with her even as she worked her life away and you’ve grown quite used to it. The problem was today. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly triggered your anxiety, you just felt alone, abandoned even though in the back of your mind you were well aware of Larissa’s affections for you.

Anxiety was always quick to push you into splitting, you couldn’t have that. Not now that you’ve been doing better, not while Larissa is cluelessly busy working. She was supposed to be home soon as well. What was taking so long? Did she not want to come home to you? Overthinking was always your worst enemy, specially now.

Naturally, you hid. Having Larissa see you in this state wasn’t going to be of any help, specially if you acted out against her. At the same time you missed her so badly. You just wanted her to hold you and tell you how much she still loved you. But you hid. If she wanted you she’d come looking for you right? That was your logic anyways.

You locked yourself in the bathroom of your shared room, bringing your knees up to your chest and hiding your face between them. You didn’t really have much else to do, just wait it out, just wait for the anxiety and that feeling of a split coming on to fade away, it wouldn’t. You closed your eyes. You felt like crying, and what was the point in holding back now?

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You hadn’t noticed you fell asleep until the sound of Larissa calling for you startled you awake, then your heard it again followed by the shaking of the doorknob. “Darling- are you in here? could you just answer me so I know you’re okay?” You could hear the concern in her voice and willed yourself to unlock the door, still giving her no reply.

She let herself in, seeing your tear stricken face she immediately kneeled down and cupped your face. “My sweet girl, why are you crying what’s wrong?” You couldn’t bring yourself to explain, not mentally or physically and Larissa immediately knew. She kissed your forehead and stood, walking out to the bedroom.

This left you confused. Was she leaving you? If she was why would she kiss you so gently before doing so? It just made you want to cry more, you curled into yourself and did just that.

Larissa was at your side in mere seconds. Pulling you into her lap and offering up your paci and one of your stuffies. “Momma just needed to get some things for her baby, you see?” you nodded, hiding into her neck. “no leavs” Larissa sighed, hugging you tightly. “No my darling. Mommas not going anywhere, I promise. I apologize for leaving so suddenly without explaining.”

You sat there as she rubbed your back for god knows how long. She didn’t pull away until all your cries were soothed, your stuffie hugged between your bodies and paci in your mouth. Her always calm voice felt so comforting as she shushed your cries and eased every single one of your worries with quiet reassurance. She held your face studying you and then squinted at you, managing to pull a quiet giggle from you.

“My pretty little one, you know there’s nothing in this world momma loves more than her baby right?” You gave her a little gasp and shyly snuggled into her chest “It’s true. You’re my little treasure and momma absolutely adores you!” you hugged her as tightly as you could and responded as if it was a secret, “I adores momma evn mores”

“There’s absolutely no way! You’re my precious girl, I have all the love in the world just for you.” It was exactly what you needed. Being held and reassured by her for however long you asked.

You comfortably curled up in her arms, wanting to sleep off your headache from all the crying and Larissa was quick to carefully carry you into bed. She laid with you on her chest, the sound of her heartbeat calming you further. Just as you closed your eyes Larissa spoke again in a soft tone.

“Rest well my sweet girl, momma loves you” you nuzzled further into her, “forevers?” “Forever.” It was the perfect goodnight.

[sister-lucifer]

what is an opinion you have on creepypasta that's "controversial"-🕊️

i cant think of any controversial ones off the top of my head uh…. i sort of feel like all the characters have had a bit of controversy considering the nature of the fandom. i just kinda stick to my guys, though tbh if anything i feel like i’m making them more controversial all things considered

i take a beloved character and put them through the machine that makes you a sex freak machine (my brain) and put it on the internet for people to consume like starving dogs in heat. it’s great /gen