#ada writes fanfiction

[allmoshnobrain]

You're a short girl, and sometimes that messes with your confidence. Your boyfriend doesn't seem to care at all, though.

✦ on this fic: simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader, fluff, reader is short and it makes her a bit insecure

✦ a/n: this is my first time writing for anything other than metallica/megadeth/venom which is what i usually write for but i've been daydreaming a lot about this man and needed to get this out of my system 😭 also it was a great way to warm up and start writing again after my break!! hope u guys enjoy it 💖

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It takes him a while to pick up on your insecurity.

It's subtle, and honestly, he’s not exactly great with subtle. He fails, at first, to catch the way you pout, the way you frown whenever you see a hot actress who’s taller than you, or a long dress you think would look better on someone with a few more inches.

He finally catches on, though, one night when you’re cooking dinner. It’s kind of a slip up, really — a tiring day and your period cramps the worst they’ve been in the last few hours just making it easier for you to get upset over the smallest thing. So when you can’t reach one of the trays on the top shelf and have to ask him to grab it, he turns around to see you teary-eyed and upset, which is not how this usually goes.

“Love?” he asks, his brow furrowing when he sees your state “What’s wrong?” He glances at the glass tray in his hands. “Did I grab the wrong one?”

“What? No, no, it’s fine,” you mutter, his confused look quickly shifting into worry when he notices the tears in your eyes.

“Hey,” he quickly puts the tray down and gently grabs your chin. “Talk to me. What is it?”

He’s firm, straightforward but not harsh, which just makes you feel even more ridiculous for almost crying over something so dumb.

“I’m being silly,” you say, but he shakes his head. 

“Don’t say that,” he mutters. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

That last part sounds almost like a command, his voice all firm and serious — something that would probably annoy you if he didn’t sound so genuinely concerned. You sigh.

“I wish I was taller,” you whisper, hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but he does. Of course he does.

“You wish you were taller?” he repeats, now more confused than worried. “Why?”

“I just don’t want to feel useless, always needing your help,” you half-lie, because that’s not really it.  And of course, Simon knows — he always does. You can tell by the way he raises his eyebrow slightly at you, disarming you instantly. “I wish I was prettier,” you finally mutter.

“You are pretty,” he says slowly, like he’s still trying to figure out where all this is coming from. “You’re beautiful. And I like helping you.”

“But tall girls are… More beautiful,” you sniffle, and he snorts.

“Who said that?”

“I said,” you frown. “Like, every time I see a cute dress that’s too long, I just think I can’t wear it. It won’t look right on me. I always feel like I can only look cute, but sometimes I want to look, I don’t know, gorgeous. Tall girls just always seem to look gorgeous to me, and I...”

“Oh, shush,” Simon grumbles, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. He tilts your chin up gently so you’re looking at him. “You are gorgeous. And you’re beautiful, and you’re mine. And I like you small — easier to hold.”

You can’t help but laugh. It’s shaky, and you try to hold it back, wanting to stay in your little pity party a bit longer. I mean, seriously, what does he mean by "you’re gorgeous" when you feel the exact opposite?

"Easier to hold?" you say, trying to sound offended but failing as a giggle slips out.

"There she is," he hums, kissing the corner of your mouth, and that’s when you realize you’re smiling. "My girl. Don’t be upset, love. You don’t need to be taller to be pretty. And if you ever need to reach for something, well, that’s what I’m here for."

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” you tease. He lets out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m not.”

“You are!”

“Goddammit, woman. Will you quit trying to convince me you’re not beautiful? It’s not happening,” he frowns, then leans in, pressing a small, tender kiss to your lips. His arms wrapped around you are comfortable, warm and firm and feel like home.

It never fails to disarm you, how soft he can be. Out of the blue, always when you’re not really expecting it. Just when you think you’ve finally managed to annoy him or maybe this is the time he’s gonna get tired of you. He never fails to prove you wrong. 

He never fails to prove that he loves you, just the way you are.

[yurozo]

holidays headcanons (resident evil)

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐ characters: chris, leon, jill, claire, rebecca, carlos, luis, ada, wesker warnings: mentions of alcohol, some swearing.

a/n: i know this is late but all the recent love for the restaurant au inspired me!! check that one out here! love u pookies and i hope you had a great holidays <3 if you want me to cover anyone else, or have any other suggestions for au's please let me know! └─── °∘❉∘° ───┘

chris redfield:

this man comes for one reason and one reason alone: the food. you best believe chris redfield is grabbing two plates piled sky-high and scarfing it down before the rest have even served themselves. because of a particular incident involving leon and a nerf gun, chris has been banished to the kids table for the foreseeable future. he gets to sit there with (baby) sherry in a shitty little plastic barbie chair that claire bought off amazon-- the legs are bowing under his weight and are clearly destined to snap during some point in the night. as for the games, chris takes no part in it. why? he's stone cold passed out in the lazyboy. i'm talking full on snoring, scratching at his chest, mouth open, and drooling asleep. nothing is waking that man up from his food coma, other than literally firing a gun three inches away from his ears.

as for you, chris softens a little bit. he'll reluctantly indulge whatever you want to do, even if he's grumbling about it a little the whole time. this man is a practical gift giver, unless claire gets involved and gets you something indulgent in chris' name. if it were up to chris alone, he's replacing whatever you have that's worn down or unusable. he just wants to see you comfortable and stress-free, and he really doesn't have the mind for other things.

leon kennedy:

respectfully, he's the typical white dad of the group. he eats a good amount of mashed potatoes and roast beef, downs a couple whiskeys, and he's out for the count. there's been a couple occasions that he's gotten a little too rowdy, and relentlessly barraged the dinner table with whatever one-liners or borderline traumatic stories that come to his mind. he's fine, he swears, it really was funny that time he almost got blown up.

god forbid sherry grows up and starts bringing partners around the place, leon takes it upon themselves to act like her personal bodyguard. he'll sit in an armchair and stare daggers at them every time they so much as touch her, and it takes a while for him to warm up to them. for the games, do NOT ask that man to play charades. honestly, it will just be embarrassing for the both of you.

leon really does try his best when it comes to you. his gifts are usually something you eyed while out with him somewhere, which he very sneakily bought while you weren't looking. however, he's downright terrible at hiding it for you if he buys it ahead of time. you have to just act surprised and loving about the whole thing, and leon's putty in your hands. there's always a hand around your waist when you're in the vicinity, and leon loves to brag about your title in casual conversations. (eg. "yeah, my wife/husband is a pretty good cook. it's no big deal")

jill valentine:

jill's been banned from helping in the kitchen for five years. it's not her fault, honestly, she got a little too distracted sharing war stories with the others that she forgot the yorkshires were still in the oven. she'll happily eat everything though, or bring a store-bought dessert if need be. every single year, she takes photos of chris passed out in the armchair until she can make a photo album to gift him. there's a framed photo of chris mid-fall after the barbie chair finally gave way that's hanging above the fireplace, courtesy of her. also likes to take lil sips of leons whiskey when he's not looking since he always brings the good stuff.

she claims that she doesn't get into the games, but she gets super intense about charades to the point that everyone's reluctant to team up with her. she's shouting answers like there's a ticking bomb that will go off when the time runs out, and she'll scold you if she thinks your acting performance wasn't oscar worthy. she's flinging around a beer can during the whole thing and nearly soaking everyone in the vicinity.

when you start coming around for the holidays, jill visibly relaxes. she can let a lot of her guard down, and everyone likes to give her shit about how lovesick and happy she becomes. she's also a victim of the practical gift giving trait, but occasionally she likes to buy you something just because she thinks you would look nice in it. but there's always an extra gift at home that she won't let you open in front of the others, she has to maintain some sort of dignity.

claire redfield:

her and rebecca are the only reasons this tradition goes on for as long as it does. rebecca does most of the logistics, claire is the one who keeps that ship running while it's happening. the two of them are such a scary pair when they want shit done, that everyone else just has to follow along. claire is the one that banished chris to the kids table, but still lingers around to keep an eye on sherry and make sure she's eating enough. when sherry's old enough to bring partners around, she's the welcoming one, and will secretly jab leon in the ribs whenever he starts acting up.

claire likes to experiment with the games every single year, usually after incidents or fights break out. white elephant got banned after four different people just bought gift cards to the gun store (im assuming this exists there, im canadian). she's shaking the box of names aggressively at anyone who tries to get away, and will tip chris right out of that damn chair. they rarely get to be together with all the missions, so help her god they're going to enjoy it.

you're the first person claire actually brings around. sure, she's had relationships, but bringing you around to family christmas is a big deal. and don't worry, everyone else will tell you just how much of a big deal it is. you're the first person she tells everything too, and on the drive there, she's giving you a full run down on what she thinks of everyone (claire has very strong opinions). for gifts, she loves to buy you things. her favourite gifts are outfits either you can wear on her motorcycle, or matching clothes she painted herself.

rebecca chambers:

the holidays are a stressful time for her. not only does she have to cook for the most ravenous group of people that definitely do not cook for themselves enough, but she has to make sure they don't kill each other during it. despite that, dinner is always amazing, and the desserts are just to die for. she takes a special pride in her desserts, and if a couple extra supplements sneak themselves into the dinner, she definitely does not know anything about that. one of the few things that gets her through the holidays is the extra sweet hot chocolate and egg nog concoction that she makes for herself. leon tried it one time by accident and nearly gagged at just how sweet it was.

rebecca is very into the games and gifts section. it's the one time she gets to sit down and relax a little bit, and she does love how intense everyone gets about the whole thing. she's just happy that everyone can get together, and maybe relax after everything that's happened. despite her enthusiasm and smarts, she is downright terrible at charades. her answers are always way too complex for the minute they have to guess whatever she's miming. how the hell is anyone supposed to guess t-011 from hand gestures?

rebecca is by far the best gift giver out of the bunch. whatever she buys you is well-thought out, personal, and helpful. she likes to have you hang around the kitchen while she cooks, and will always feed you little spoonfuls under the guise of taste-testing. really, she just wants to make sure you eat, especially before chris can get his grubby little hands on the entrees.

luis sera:

leon invited him a total of one time, and luis had just become a permanent fixture of the whole thing. you best believe luis is bringing a karaoke machine and performing bad renditions of holiday music complete with an improvised choreography. he tried to bring leon into it one time, and nearly got roundhoused so hard that rebecca had to take them both out like misbehaving dogs. despite that, he always brings around a home-cooked entree to dinner, which rebecca appreciated greatly. luis also has the tendency to spin great tales about what he did during the year, which are definitely all lies.

in part two of the party, luis likes to be a little tipsy for the whole thing. who can blame him, he likes a party. just don't get him talking about his work, he'll talk about it for hours with increasingly complicated language that only rebecca can understand. like her too, he also gets really into the games section. luis is mentally keeping track of the stores, and will argue with anyone that tries to get the one up on him. i mean, he really deserved the point on the last one, so what if he buffs the numbers a little?

luis love to brag about you to all the others, you're his lovely partner and somehow agreed to date him, how could he not? his gifts for you are always a little extravagant, because he wants everyone else to know just what a good boyfriend he is. you're also the reason why he got chewed out over pda during the holidays. luis is just not the kind of man that can keep his hands off you, it's the season of romance.

carlos oliveira:

he's the one person who rebecca allows in the kitchen. carlos is always willing to help, and he'll even do it with a cheesy little apron on. it just makes his ass look nice, and these people deserve a treat on the holidays. god forbid carlos, leon, and jill are sitting together for dinner. they're throwing around the worst jokes known to man, and cackling loudly the whole time, especially if they're a couple beers deep. he's used to a big family, so this kind of gathering is right in his element. he makes sure there's enough food and drink for everyone, even if he's next to chris in eating it all.

another victim of getting too into the games. he likes to have fun and joke around, so he's definitely energetic, but doesn't take it too seriously. carlos is ultimately there to have a good time, and if a pretty woman is telling him to play, he's definitely not going to say no. he's relaxing back in his chair, beer in hand, yelling out suggestions and laughing loudly.

for you, he's just happy to bring you around and show you a good time. you don't have to worry about a damn thing during the holidays, carlos is doing everything so you can just lay back and enjoy the festivities. your drink is empty? carlos is already up and heading to the fridge. you want more dessert? there's another plate already in your hands.

ada wong:

no one really knows the reason she's here. people suspect she found out the location through her own means and just started showing up. or that wesker invited her for insurance reasons. she'll offer to help in the kitchen, and they always turn her down because she's definitely overdressed and they don't want to risk her getting dirty. during the dinner, she just like to witness the inevitable trash fire, or chatting quietly with luis about whatever work drama happening with him.

she's not playing any games. don't ask her. ada will give you a mean glare until you leave her alone. she wants to sit there and watch the wreckage and drink her little drink, she is not playing charades even if there's a gun to her head. get her to gossip though? she will happily engage in telling you dirty secrets about everyone else ( no one can figure out how the hell she knows these things).

ada's rigging the whole thing so you win. she wants to see you happy, and you'll be even happier when you see what she's got you. again, there's no way to tell exactly how she knows what you wanted, but you can be sure you're getting it. and it's in a pretty box, carefully put together and wrapped with a red bow. there's also a mistletoe in her pocket, for when she can finally get you alone.

albert wesker:

no one knows who invited him. no one knows where he is the whole time (he's in the bedroom, pointedly avoiding everyone else). he'll come down to dinner, eat his food, say nothing, and go back upstairs. he's also not going to engage in any sort of ugly sweater tradition, he's wearing all black, and god help anyone who tries to get him to wear anything else. wesker will speak up about his open disdain for chris, but it's quickly shut down by rebecca before he can start a fight.

he doesn't really come around all that often. he prefers to do his work, have his own celebration, and pretend all these people don't exist. after certain events, he becomes a bit of an unspoken topic amongst everyone else-- just a person that used to come around thats' been replaced by their new family.

the only way he'll do anything for the holidays is if you're there. yes, he's going to complain and say he has better things to do, and he would much rather have your own private celebration, but he'll reluctantly do it if you bother him enough. he's giving you his present in private and away from prying eyes, because that relationship is just between you two, not these other people unworthy of even looking at you. whatever you tell him you want, he'll buy. money's no object for him, and anything that will make you happy while he works on other things.

[theartofcollapse]

World’s Worst Detectives - Casey Novak

a/n: i'm taking requests, so feel free to dm me :) summary: you reveal your relationship with Casey to the SVU squad after 5 years. pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warning: none word count: 880

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The morning started like any other, Elliot sipping his too hot coffee, Fin scrolling through his phone, Olivia looking over case files, and Munch complaining about the copy machine. Business as usual, until Y/N walked into the precinct wearing a diamond ring the size of a small planet.

"Nice rock,” Fin said casually, before doing a double take. “Wait... damn, Y/N! What’s that about?”

“Yeah,” Olivia chimed in, narrowing her eyes. “What aren’t you telling us?”

Y/N smirked, leaning against the nearest desk. “What? This old thing?” she said, holding up her hand for dramatic effect.

“Holy crap, are you engaged?” Munch asked, adjusting his glasses like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Yep,” Y/N said breezily.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Elliot cut in, setting his coffee down. “Since when are you even dating anyone?”

“Since, like, five years ago,” Y/N said nonchalantly.

The room collectively froze. It was like Y/N had dropped a bomb in the middle of the squad.

“Five years?” Olivia echoed, her voice a mix of shock and betrayal. “You’ve been dating someone for five years and didn’t say a word?”

“We’re just private and don’t bring our personal lives to work,” Y/N replied with a shrug, clearly enjoying their stunned reactions.

“Private?!” Elliot gawked. “You’ve been in a five-year relationship and didn’t think to mention it?”

“Who’s the lucky mystery person?” Fin asked, leaning forward.

Y/N’s grin widened. “Casey.”

“Novak?!”

The room practically erupted at the revelation. And, as if summoned by their collective disbelief, Casey Novak herself walked into the precinct carrying a stack of files. She paused when she saw everyone staring at her like she’d just confessed to a major crime.

“What?” Casey asked, her brow furrowing.

“Oh, nothing,” Munch said, smirking. “We’re just learning that you and Y/N have been secretly dating for five years and are now engaged.”

Casey sighed, glancing at Y/N. “You told them?”

“They noticed the ring,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Kind of hard to miss.”

“Wait,” Olivia cut in, pointing between them. “How did you guys even get together? Like… how did this start?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a playful grin. “She flirted with me during my deposition prep. Very professional.”

“I did not flirt,” Casey said, rolling her eyes. “I advised you. Thoroughly.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N teased. “And that ‘thorough advice’ turned into drinks after work, then dinner, then…”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Elliot groaned.

“You live together?” Olivia asked, her mouth still slightly open in shock.

“For years,” Y/N replied, looking far too pleased with herself.

“For years?” Fin exclaimed. “How the hell did we miss this?”

“You’re the detectives,” Y/N said, dripping with sarcasm. “How did you not find out?”

Elliot threw up his hands. “I don’t know! You two never acted like… you know… a couple.”

Casey let out a dry laugh. “Are you serious? We’ve been dropping hints for years. You just didn’t notice.”

“What hints?” Olivia challenged, crossing her arms.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Casey said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “The time Y/N brought me lunch to court every single day during that Riker’s assault trial?”

“Or,” Y/N added, “the time we came to the precinct’s Christmas party in matching sweaters and you thought it was a ‘cute coincidence.’”

“Oh my God,” Fin muttered. “The ugly snowman sweaters. How did I miss that?”

“And don’t forget, that time Casey stayed over at my apartment during that snowstorm. Elliot, you called me to ask if she made it home safe, and I said, ‘Yeah, she’s in the kitchen making pancakes.’”

Elliot slapped his forehead. “I thought you were just being a good host!”

Munch adjusted his glasses, a suspicious look crossing his face. “What about that time we caught you two sharing a cab after that fundraiser?”

“We went home together,” Casey said bluntly.

Munch’s jaw dropped. “And I just thought… God, I don’t know what I thought.”

“Clearly, not much,” Y/N teased.

Fin leaned back in his chair, laughing. “Man, we really are slippin’. I can’t believe we didn’t piece this together.”

“Hold up,” Olivia said, narrowing her eyes at Casey. “So, when you storm out of here after Y/N gets assigned to some dangerous op, that’s not just you being a concerned ADA, is it?”

“Nope,” Casey said with a sly smile.

“And the way you glare at anyone who so much as flirts with her?” Fin added.

“Yeah, that’s me marking my territory,” Casey said dryly.

“I feel so betrayed,” Elliot muttered, shaking his head.

“Oh, come on,” Y/N said, laughing. “You didn’t really need to know all this. It’s not like it affects your jobs.”

“We’re detectives,” Olivia said, throwing her hands up. “We’re supposed to notice things like this!”

“Maybe you should take a refresher course,” Casey quipped, earning a round of laughter from everyone except Elliot, who still looked like his world had been turned upside down.

“Well,” Munch said, standing up and grabbing his coat. “Congratulations, I guess. But if you two start making out in the precinct, I’m filing a complaint.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a wink. “We save that for home.”

“Stop,” Elliot groaned, covering his ears.

Casey smirked, pulling Y/N toward the door. “Come on, babe. Let’s leave them to process.”

As the two of them left, hand in hand, Olivia let out a deep sigh. “I can’t believe we missed this.”

“Maybe next time,” Fin said, still laughing, “we should start paying attention to what’s right under our noses.”

Munch shook his head. “Or maybe we should all just retire while we still have some dignity.”

[priscilladawn]

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 ♡ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐭 𝐉𝐅𝐊 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

Humming a sweet tune, lips pressed together to spread your lipstick across your lips, suitcase held in your hands whilst you counted the amount of people that passed by like sheep. You couldn’t help but step ne foot out of the line, leaning to the side and stretching your head out to catch just a tiny glimpse of the plane. It wasn’t your first time anymore, you couldn’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline and blood rushing underneath your skin, nerves making your legs slightly wobble at the thought of being so high in the air on a flying piece of metal 30,000 feet above the air. Taking a deep breath in, your cheeks puffed up as you exhaled, the flushed pink hue all over the fat.

It felt like forever until it was your turn, watching a few old geezers be total assholes just because they’re sitting hallways across the plane from each other. Like It was the attendants fault that they chose the cheaper route and didnt pick their seats. Spending so much time sucked up in the drama abused you to not even realize that you were next, just looking at the attendant with a big childish smile all over your face.

“Ma’am? Do you have your ticket?” The woman asked with a raised eyebrow, a weirded out look on her face, eyebrows risen high before your pretty litttle world of drama was crushed. Smile immediately washing away like a flower down the river. Embarrassment and shame flushed those rosy cheeks that were once puffy and full of life.

“O-Oh yes! I-Im so sorry you know—Just like caught up in all the chatter and—“ Dugging through your junk filled bag, papers overflowing from the top as you yelped from the mess of papers that had landed onto the floor from your purse. Crumbling and creasing the paper in between your hands, luckily finding your passport with your plane ticket right in the middle, handing it to the woman with a witty expression plastered all over your face.

“Ah! You’ve been selected for a surprise upgrade to first class! Enjoy your flight ma’am.” What was once a mumbling bunch of words was now quiet and still. Eyes wide, twinkling like the biggest and brightest star at night. Pausing for just five seconds, not really knowing what to say. A random free upgrade? This was going to be the bests flight ever!

“R-Really..?”

“Mhm! Oooof all the amenities too! I’d take advantage of that if I was you.” With a laugh, the attendant handed you the ticket, gently patting your shoulder and sending you off with a smile.e Different from the first weirder out look she gave you. It was as if your knees were about to buckle whilst walking through that long passenger boarding bridge to the entrance of the plane. Being the last one to walk through, greeted by beautiful flight attendants in those tight little professional uniforms. You handed one of the nicer younger looking ladies your ticket, hands shaky and almost reluctant to give your ticket up. The sweet woman even led you too your seat and stuffed your carry-on in the overhead bin! Oh wow, premium service indeed!

“I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me. Following me to my seat?”

That familiar voice from the gated lounge rung out, leaning back in those fancy first class seats, smirk on that stupid wanna-be-model face of his. Window that separated the two luxurious seats down, a clear sign of how little relaxation you’d get on this flight.

“I-I hope turbulence takes us both out,” you mumbled, cheeks burning as you stood there like a total idiot just staring at him. Taking hesitant steps forwards, shoulders slightly tense as you sat down. The words came out more like a squeak than an insult.

He chuckled, low and smooth. “You don’t mean that.”

You didn’t. But you weren’t about to tell him that. Not when your heart was doing jumping jacks just from sitting this close to him.

You tucked your legs slightly to the side, smoothing your skirt and trying to ignore the way those daring blue eyes bore into your soul. Your hands nervously clutched the seatbelt, and you glanced around the cabin like a little lost duck, eyes wide and sparkly. “I-I didn’t even know people got upgraded for free like this,” you said, more to yourself than him. “I thought it was just like…a rumor, just in the movies, or something.”

He watched you, amused, resting his chin in his palm. “Maybe you’re just lucky. What’s your name anyway, if you don’t mind me asking darling?

You looked at him then, lips pressed into a thoughtful pout. “Y/N. And no, I-I’m very much not lucky at all.” Continuing whilst leaning back against the plush cushioning of the seat. “I’m more of a trip-on-flat-surfaces kind of girl. Once I dropped an entire tray of iced coffee at work because someone smiled at me.”

His laugh escaped before he could stop it. “Cute name. I’m Leon.” He finally answered, holding out his hand expecting a handshake like it was some sort of business deal. Of course, you couldn’t leave him hanging, so your tiny little soft hand gently shook his—engulfed by his palm, rough padding of his fingers against yours. “Dangerous weapon, smiles.”

You giggled too, brushing your hair behind your ear shyly. “Exactly. Smiles should be illegal. Especially yours. It’s kind of… threatening. Scary.”

His brows lifted, clearly enjoying himself now. “You think my smile is threatening?” Leon pointed to himself.

You nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes, twiddling with your thumbs. “Mmhm. Feels like I’m about to sign my soul away or something.”

A silence stretched for a second — a warm one. He leaned back slightly, watching you with a new softness in his gaze.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said.

You buried your face in your hands. “It wasn’t supposed to be!”

“But it was,” he teased. “You just didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

You let out a helpless little whimper, trying not to melt into your seat. “You’re not supposed to be nice and annoying. It’s unfair. I-It’s not how this game works!”

Just then, the captain’s voice crackled over the speakers, announcing takeoff. You tensed slightly, gripping the armrest with both hands. Not because you were terrified of flying, exactly — but something about that moment right before takeoff always made you feel like you were about to be launched into a new life.

He noticed your white-knuckled grip.

“Nervous flyer?”

You offered him a sheepish look. “Not nervous. Just…respectfully terrified.”

Without a word, he gently nudged his hand through the privacy window, letting his fingers rest just beside yours. Close enough to notice. Not close enough to scare you.

“I got you,” he said, voice lower now. “It’s just a plane. But if it helps, you can think of me as your emotional support seatmate.”

You blinked, lips parting slightly in surprise.

Then — despite yourself — you smiled.

It was small. Soft. But real.

And suddenly, flying 30,000 feet above the ground didn’t seem quite so scary anymore. Feet kicking at lift off, and unfamiliar yet warm fingers were caressing your knuckles.

Yay I stayed true to my words! <3 hope you all enjoy this part 2! Not sure if this is like…Series or something now, help! I really wanna finish “old dogs and new dolls” first before starting anything big again! Unless you all prefer this over “old dogs and new dolls”! Anyways, I love all of you and stay safe everyone! Drink your water, eat a nice yummy meal, and take care of yourself. And once again, if anything is wrong, bad, or if I made a mistake please let me know! Thank you all! 💝

[bambisafe]

relationship headcanons with re4r!ada wong

re4!ada / fem!reader

cw : sexual content / minors (and men) don't interact or you'll be blocked. mentions of weapons, violence, and killing, lewd language, wlw sex; cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, strap-ons, aftercare.

word count : around 760

author's note : i have built a life inside my head with this woman. i love her so much. also my first time writing smut in years.

sfw:

ada is rich, so of course she spoils you. new jewelry? designer clothes? that book you wanted? it's yours. she'll have it on the doorstep of your shared penthouse by tomorrow morning.

she's fiercely protective. she will kill for you. if anyone even looks at you wrong, they won't be seeing tomorrow. but in a less intense sense, she's the type to always linger behind you, and if she feels particularly uneasy she'll place a hand on the small of your back. when you're both sitting, her hand'll settle on your knee. maybe your thigh if she's feeling risqué.

if you don't know self defense, she will be teaching you the basics. when she's gone on missions she wants to know you'll be able to take care of yourself. she can't lose you, even if she won't admit it.

if you're up for it, she'll teach you how to use a weapon if you don't already know how.

her love language is acts of service. she'll do nearly anything for you. wash the dishes after dinner, throw your laundry in the wash, lay a blanket over you if you fall asleep on the couch. on the field, she's selfish and ruthless, but your ada is complete mush with you and you alone.

not great with expressing affection through words but if she has to leave for an impromptu mission in the middle of the night, she’ll leave a long kiss on your forehead; a silent profession of love.

calls you the most lavish pet names in that sultry voice of hers; darling, sweetheart. maybe love, if she's feeling soft.

she's not very open with her struggles. she'll suffer in silence, but you see right through her. she wants your comfort— craves it. hug her, kiss her. she deserves it.

ada's spent most of her life alone. no family, no friends, no colleagues. just her. then you came along and that was the first time she ever realized how lonely she truly was. now every time she goes out on a mission, she hopes she'll make it back. she has someone to bring her home now.

nsfw:

dominant. she'll always take charge in the bedroom. whether she's on top or bottom, she's always in control.

she's versatile. can go from using a strap, to a vibe, or even just her tongue. either way, she'll always get you off.

she eats pussy from the back.

she's got long fingers. perfect for fingering you. and the pad of her thumb is just rough enough from years of handling firearms to always make you writhe as she rubs your clit until you're overstimulated.

don't get her wrong though, she loves her pleasure too.

suck on her nipples. it drives her crazy.

it's one of the only times she'll lose control, head thrown back, hair strewn across the pillow in a silky black halo as your tongue swirls in a tantalizing circle around her areola.

"yes," she'll whine, hand grasping the back of your neck. "good girl."

she'll have soaked through her satin panties just from your mouth on her tits.

then she'll want you to eat her out.

sometimes she'll split her long legs wide, fingers tangled in the sheets as her hips roll against your tongue.

and she's loud. she'll be a moaning mess as your tongue flicks along her clit.

prod at her hole, she'll gasp. grind down on your face.

and sometimes she'll sit on your face, with all her weight. she has no shame, and besides, she knows you love it.

after she gets you (or herself) off at least twice with tongue alone, she'll bend you over the bed and fuck you with her strap from behind.

she loves to fuck in doggy. maybe she'll hook a toned arm around your neck pull you back against her chest while she fucks you stupid.

loves a mating press too. wants your calves over her shoulders as she fucks you hard and deep. and when the tip of her strap bumps against your cervix and your eyes roll back, whimpering her name, she's done for. she'll cum instantly.

and after hours of earth shattering sex, after ada's stamina finally drains, she'll give your superb aftercare.

warm baths, if you want. or if you just want her to wipe you down and cuddle in bed, she'll do that too.

if you want water, even a snack, you'll have it. she loves you, you get to have whatever you want.

right before you drift off, she'll press a firm kiss to your lips, her lip gloss smudging. "love you."

[sochai13]

domestic dazai … <3 pt 2

— dazai’s eyes lighting up the moment he noticed you decided to wear a loose fitting shirt today. that day months ago you idly commented on how freezing his hands tended to be, it became routine of him to transfer that coldness onto your skin any chance presented. of course he had to play this out right and wait for a moment you’d be distracted— having grown much too accustomed to this habit of his. dazai’d watch as you got up from the couch and grabbed a glass of water, turning around and facing the counter to sneak up on you. his hands slid under your shirt, immediately pressing against your sides making your shoulders fly up as you let out a startled gasp. snickers sounded from behind as you slowly put down the glass you almost dropped.

— dazai stubbornly laying down after you finally convinced him he couldn’t casually walk about with a sore throat, sinus pressure, and a moderate fever. it was even more frustrating to get him to take just minimal medicine. complaints and whines that “it tastes bad” and “it makes me nauseous” left dazai’s dry lips as he attempted to cozy up beneath the sheets despite how his temperature fluctuated. he reluctantly agreed under the condition you’d massage his head with those magical fingers of yours (as he calls it). honestly, it was worth it. looking upon that peaceful expression on his face you (anyone really) rarely got sight of after he fell asleep within five minutes was enough of a reward. his eyes were closed, lips slightly parted as his chest slowly rose and fell. he’d trusted you enough to completely let his guard down forever ago, but it still caused a small smile to grace your lips at the sight.

— dazai using some pen he found in your bag to idly doodle on your hand and arm. the two of you were sitting on some empty bench in a park, water flowing in a fountain nearby. the weather had already began to cool down, leaves falling and breezes occasionally picking up as shivers would run down your spines. there’d been nothing to keep you entertained all day, the current scenario finding you both here. “you’re really good at that” you softly muttered as he used the black ink to create pretty flowers along your wrist. dazai simply flashed you a small smile before his focus redirected back to his little canvas.

— dazai lying in bed with you, his eyes half lidded. moonlight illuminated the room through the blinds. last time you checked, it was around 1AM… maybe? his gaze fixated on your face tiredly, eyes analyzing each one of your features like he was seeing you for the first time again. the side of his face rested on his palm as his elbow was propped against the pillow. his other hand ran through your hair, gently brushing the extra strands out your eyes. your fingertips ran along his skin, some areas calloused and some smooth. his whole body was yours to find solace in, save for a few spots currently covered by bandages. not many words were exchanged, just the sounds of your breaths and the fan above you two, though the silence was enough to provide a shared melancholy.

[secretlyazombi3]

Ada Wong's Love Languages ….ᐟ ᰔ

ada wong x gn! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: i’m so sorry for not posting!!! I was sick for a week to the point i could barely move, then the week after i had multiple tests at school in one week so i couldn't write 😭😭 i tried to keep this gender neutral but the reader kind of sways towards being fem. not proof read ! 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

જ⁀➴ #1 - ACTS OF SERVICE ⊹₊⟡ 

᱖ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

╰┈➤ Ada can’t be there for you as much as she’d like. She’s always at work and always trying to keep you both safe, so she has to love you from a distance. She also loves caring for you - it’s a very welcome change from what she does for work every day.

╰┈➤ Whenever she has to suddenly leave again, she’ll do something for you. Sometimes she’ll leave you something you’ve been needing for a while - snacks, a refill of your favorite perfume, etc. 

╰┈➤Sometimes she’ll leave you cash so you can buy yourself something while she’s gone.

╰┈➤ While she’s gone, she tries her best to still do things for you, so expect to have food anonymously ordered to your place randomly. 

╰┈➤ When she returns home from her mission, she tidies things up before you come home or before she even lets you know that she’s back. 

╰┈➤Ada’s a woman of few words, so she’ll do things to help you out without ever telling you. Sometimes you’ll notice that your car’s gas has been filled or that your car’s cleaner than usual.

╰┈➤She likes cooking for you, too. You’ll come home from work and find dinner already done and on the stove. It’s always a bit of a surprise when it happens because she never tells you what she’s planning.

╰┈➤Whenever she has to get up for work earlier than you, she’ll pack you your lunch for when you do leave for work. 

╰┈➤She likes driving you places. Not only is it nice to just spend the little time she has outside of work with you, she likes helping you out. She’s also a bit jealous sometimes, so she wants to take you places so people know you’re taken. 

જ⁀➴ #2 - WORDS OF AFFIRMATION⊹₊⟡ 

᱖ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

╰┈➤ Ada likes to keep herself cool and mysterious, but she still finds ways to express her thoughts and her love for you through small comments. 

╰┈➤Ada’s compliments always drive you crazy, even when they’re something small and subtle. She knows how to make you flustered over the smallest things thanks to the way she speaks. She makes the simplest words sound seductive. 

╰┈➤She likes making you flustered and needy. She hardly acts that way herself, but she loves teasing you, complimenting you, praising you until you can hardly stand it, until you’re begging for her. 

╰┈➤ She loves making small compliments on your appearance. If you wear something new or dress up nice, she’ll look you up and down and say something small like “That outfit looks good on you”.

╰┈➤She likes slipping in small compliments by calling you things like ‘beautiful’ or lovely’ into her conversations with you. 

╰┈➤Ada’s not lovey-dovey, but she does love it when you compliment her back. She loves every compliment she gets, whether it’s calling her pretty or complimenting her attentiveness to you. 

જ⁀➴ #3 - PHYSICAL TOUCH ⊹₊⟡ 

᱖ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

╰┈➤ Ada really takes physical touch seriously. She likes being passionate, so she savors physical affection to make it extra special. 

╰┈➤She likes being the one to initiate kisses, but she doesn’t kiss you super often. She likes catching you off guard with her kisses. 

╰┈➤She gives you forehead/cheek kisses more than other types of kisses. It’s a small way for her to show you how much she loves you without her feeling that she’s being too intimate. 

╰┈➤Neck and collarbone kisses are her favorite ever. Giving AND receiving. She really loves feeling your lips on her sensitive skin, it’s passionate and feels super intimate. She likes being a bit possessive over you, so sometimes she’ll kiss your neck to leave behind an obvious kiss mark so people know you’re hers. 

╰┈➤Sometimes, though, she can’t help herself. If she’s drunk and needy or she’s just come home from a long mission, she just wants you. She’ll kiss you, long and hard, over and over, all over your face and body until you’re covered in her red lipstick. 

╰┈➤She’s a bit shy on obvious PDA, however. She’s used to living in mystery and having to hide. She doesn’t want to make you a target either. So she limits the PDA as much as possible. She tries not to hold your hand or anything when you’re out in the open. 

╰┈➤However, she’ll be a bit more lenient on it if you guys aren’t near many people/crowds or aren’t just out in the open. If you’re shopping together at a small store or something, she’ll let her guard down momentarily and hold your hand.

╰┈➤ Ada loves cuddling, she loves to spoon you mostly but she’ll accept you spooning her too. She likes cuddling you to make sure you’re safe all night beside her. She won’t admit it, but cuddling her is very reassuring. It helps her relax after a long day of work and reminds her that there’s someone there for her. 

╰┈➤She’s also quite a romantic, even though she won’t directly say it. She likes to take a warm bath after she returns from a mission together so you can bathe together. She likes being physically close to you and likes when you wash each other. She loves the tenderness of just being able to clean each other.

જ⁀➴ #4 - GIFTS ⊹₊⟡ 

᱖ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

╰┈➤ Gifts mean a lot to Ada because she knows it’s one of the only ways she can be there for you always. 

╰┈➤She’ll buy you jewelry/flowers/accessories whenever she knows she’s going to be gone again for a while.

╰┈➤ Or she’ll give you something of hers. Whatever it is, she wants you to have something she knows will keep you thinking about her for as long as possible. 

╰┈➤She has a habit of borrowing things from you, too. 

╰┈➤Clothing, perfume, jewelry, anything small she can take without upsetting you. She misses you as much as you miss her, and she needs something to keep herself reminded of you. She’s just borrowing anyways, your items always end up back where they originally were after a while. 

╰┈➤And every gift she gives you is always either doused in her perfume or covered in lipstick kiss marks. She can’t help herself. 

જ⁀➴ #5 - QUALITY TIME ⊹₊⟡ 

᱖ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

╰┈➤ Ada was used to not spending much time with other people, so she’s found ways to manage being away from you for long periods of time. The longer you two dated, however, the more difficult it was for her to be away from you so much for so long

╰┈➤So, she tries to spend as much time as she can once she’s away from work. She’ll drive/walk with you wherever you need to go and cherish moments together, even if it’s as small as running errands.

╰┈➤She likes to talk to you about her day or ask you about your day as you two are cuddling to sleep. She wants to make every moment valuable, but she tries not to keep you up with her rambling. She knows you need your sleep as much as she did.

╰┈➤Whenever she’s away at work and she has time for a small break, she’ll immediately call you. She loves being able to hear your voice and it’s reassuring to know you’re doing okay with her gone. 

╰┈➤ She loves watching you as much as possible, taking in all the small details of your habits. Whenever she’s on the job nearby, she’ll sometimes make a stop by your place to check in on you. She weirdly loves watching you go about your day normally without you even realizing she’s there. Your presence is comforting and alluring to her.

[tinkerleaf]

Monday Migraines

a/n: I have migraines every now and then that are so debilitating it pisses me off. I had one Monday, and it ruined my day. Writing this made me feel better. Keep in mind that this is how my migraines are. I know everyone is different and deals with it differently, this is just how it usually is for me. w/c: 0.7k pairing: ADA/reader genre: comfort, fluff warnings: mention of sickness/vomiting m.list: here

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It hit you like a freight train going 738 miles per hour, carrying nothing but nails and elephants. You knew you should have taken some medicine earlier, but you figured it would get better after eating or getting some caffeine. Yet, here you are, head down on the desk. The pain is ripping through your head, and not even closing your eyes is soothing the dull ache in your skull.

In the corner of the room, Ranpo is yapping about some case he was working on last week that you can’t bring yourself to care about at the moment. Usually, you don’t mind, but right now, his voice feels like a hammer going through your head.

There’s a light tap on your desk. It makes you cringe. “Hey, you doing alright?” Atsushi quietly asks.

The noise that comes from your mouth is pitiful, and you begrudgingly raise your head. “I got a migraine…” You grab your bag from the back of your chair and dig through it, quietly whining in the process. As you look for some pain relievers, you unfortunately realize you’re all out.

“I have some ibuprofen if you need it,” Kunikida says without looking up from his computer. He opens the door to his desk diagonal to you, and hands you the bottle.

“Yeah, I gotta take something. Than-” You feel yourself gag, and you know you have to run fast before you throw up in front of the entire office. You slap a hand over your mouth and quickly jog towards the door. However, you don’t make it far before you have to grab the trashcan next to Dazai’s desk and just absolutely hurl.

Yosano quickly runs to check on you, while Dazai gently grabs your hair from behind you. He looks a little grossed out, but you can’t blame him. Kenji brings you your water bottle, which you were grateful for.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I really tried to-” Your head hurts so bad that you barely move from the floor.

“Dude, don’t apologize for being sick…” Tanizaki comments.

“I need to take something but I don’t know if I can keep it down right now.”

Yosano guides you by the arm, “Here, I’ll give you something for the nausea and you can lay down in the infirmary.”

You can’t even deny her, you feel terrible. So you follow her, and she closes the door to keep the room quiet. She turns a fan on to cool you off, as well as give you a constant sound to focus on. When you lay down, you melt into the bed. She brings some extra-strength painkillers and then places an anti-nausea tab underneath your tongue to help keep it down.

After profusely thanking her, you try to fall asleep through labored breaths. She leaves the room, telling you to let her know if you need anything. Staying as still as possible, you eventually fall asleep.

After about an hour and a half, you begin to stir to the sound of Yosano and Fukuzawa quietly talking. You raise your head, feeling a lot better.

“I apologize for waking you,” his deep voice fills the room. “Has the pain subsided any?”

You nod, “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about your assignments, they’ve already been taken care of.”

This makes you feel guilty since you would have been willing to stay behind and finish everything. “I’m sorry sir. Thank you.”

“Please don’t apologize, we’re just happy you’re doing better.” He lays a hand on your shoulder. “Go ahead and go home for the day.”

“I appreciate that, but I can do more, I promise!” “Absolutely not. Just go home and take care of yourself, alright?” He smiles.

You go back into the office to retrieve your things to leave. The others are happy to see you back in order. “You here to vomit in my trashcan again?” Dazai teases, clearly able to tell you’re well enough to bully you a little.

“Classless idiot,” Kunikda mutters behind his monitor. “Why don’t you give them a break for one day?”

“I’m kidding!”

You shake your head at their bickering, a small smile forming on your face. You pick up your things and head out of the office, happy to have such a caring group of coworkers.

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[novashelby]

Would my Peaky Blinders community enjoy taking part in a community secret Santa? I notice we all pretty follow one another and /or communicate in some ways. We are a chill Fandom for the most part.

How it would work:

On October 1st, I will set up a way for people to submit their names(URL). And set the deadline for October 7th. I will use a generator to set up and match people to others.

Obviously, I am the one dealing with the URLS, so my name won't be in the "bucket". But I will be dealing with the oversight and people can ask me questions. I can even talk to their person without revealing who and what.

You HAVE to be over 18. Ageless blogs cannot join. EMPTY blogs cannot join. You should have some writing on your blog. I'll get to specifics later.

What you would do for your person: write a 1,500 one shot based off what they seem to like. Obviously, if they love intense smut and you are a fluff queen, you shouldn't write things that make you uncomfy. And vice versa. Don't write smut for someone who seems to mostly write fluff. It's a gift 🎁 so, I don't think it's right of anyone to expect any certain thing.

Again, specifics to come later.

All fanfics should be posted no earlier than December 20th and no later than 25th.

Once I know people are actually interested, I will answer questions and make a mass post explaining everything better.

[allmoshnobrain]

After a bad date leaves you with a twisted ankle, your quiet but protective roommate steps in to help.

✦ on this fic: simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader, fluff, mentions of alcohol and a twisted ankle

✦ a/n: alright so this may or may be not based on my weekend lol i do love the roommate dynamics so if you guys have any suggestions or ideas for this au feel free to send me an ask! hope you enjoy the read 🖤

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“Tell me how much it hurts,” he says, lightly pressing his fingers against your swollen skin.

You suck in a sharp breath, glancing down at him as he kneels in front of the couch, his fingers brushing over your ankle. He’s not being rough, you’re just in pretty bad shape right now.

“It hurts,” you say, keeping it simple, and he scoffs softly at the obvious answer. “I think it’s kinda swollen.”

“You think?” your roommate lets go of your foot, standing up and raising an eyebrow at you. “Remind me again how this happened, sweetheart.”

You blush. It’s Sunday morning, sunny, with a soft breeze coming in through the living room window. A perfect day for a walk, to get some fresh air — except you’re stuck on the couch with a twisted ankle, thanks to last night’s drinking that got a bit out of hand.

“I was out drinking with a date,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up. “But I didn’t really eat much yesterday, so I guess I… overdid it. He was walking me home, and I tripped and twisted my ankle.”

“And what did he do?” Simon asks, sitting down next to you on the couch. You let out a soft noise as he gently grabs your legs, putting them on his lap. One hand rests on your knee, his thumb lazily drawing small circles on your skin.

“He wanted to call an ambulance, but I thought that was a bit much. So I just had him help me up, and we walked back. We weren’t far anyway.”

“You had to walk with a twisted ankle,” he said in that flat tone that made it obvious he was annoyed — not with you, but probably with your date. “Why didn’t he just carry you?”

“I don’t think he could… I’m too heavy,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“I can carry you just fine,” he grumbles. “What are you doing going out with guys who can’t even carry you?”

You don’t respond, just lean your head back against the couch and close your eyes. You can feel Simon’s hand still on your knee — his skin is rough but warm. He’d come home from whatever he’d been up to on Saturday night, only to find you passed out on the couch with a very obviously swollen and painful ankle.

Simon was a quiet, reserved roommate, and he wasn’t really around much, but that didn’t mean you two hadn’t built your own kind of intimacy over the last two years of living together. So, when he saw you were hurt, he took it upon himself to check things out. You’d told him it was just a twisted ankle and a moral hangover. Nothing too serious. But clearly, he didn’t think it was as "nothing" as you made it sound.

“I’m sure he’s never gonna want to see me again,” you mumble, eyes still closed. Simon’s thumb stops moving on your skin, a clear sign he heard you.

“Who?” he asks. You open your eyes to find him staring right at you, eyes serious and focused.

“My date.”

“Good,” Simon mutters. “He couldn’t even take care of you after you got hurt. Should’ve carried you upstairs, helped you clean up.”

“I can take care of myself just fine,” you say, a little defensive, which makes him chuckle.

“Yeah? Then why are you still stuck on this couch instead of upstairs getting a shower and some proper rest?” He smirks, and you just roll your eyes without answering.

“Where would you even be without me?” he sighs, standing up. You let out a small, surprised noise as he lifts you effortlessly into his arms, holding you close. You feel his chest rumble with a chuckle, the sudden move and how close he is making your heart race. “You’re lucky you’ve got me, princess.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, but you can’t help closing your eyes and letting out a small, relieved sigh.

Because yeah, you know you are.

[crimsonwolfheadcanonsandsnippets]

Tidbits From Rewriting RE4R

This is a list of different moments that I added to the RE4R story and felt like sharing since I've had a blast.

(1) She looks at Luis, sleeping peacefully after responding well to the shot. 

“Goodbye, Luis,” she whispers. “Stay away from all of this when he takes you home.” 

She turns back to Leon, “Got another little present for you, Leon.” 

Leon looks up as she nudges Luis out of the helicopter. 

He’ll catch him. 

She watches Leon catch Luis, cycling through every emotion she can name. She forces a smile, then waves, “Bye, babe.” 

The helicopter starts flying away, so she sits down and puts the headset on.

(2) Leon stays where he is for the moment, his hand still on Luis’ somewhat steady pulse. 

“Good work,” Hunnigan says as the people with guns take Ashley. 

He nods, “She’ll be okay, won’t she?” 

“She will be. Eagle One will make sure that she gets the help she needs to be able to function normally. Is that who I think it is?” 

Leon nods, “This is Luis. He saved my life and Ashley’s more than once. He…” 

“We can work on it once we get back stateside,” Hunnigan says, cutting him off. “Don’t worry about his safety right now. He’s alive because of you.” 

The statement cuts Leon’s wound open again, the guilt of leaving Luis in the mines seeming to seep into his bones. He pulls himself up and he picks Luis up. He silently carries Luis to the jet where everyone else is getting situated. He gets Luis settled on two seats and sits on the other side, putting his fingers back on Luis’ pulse. Ashley goes over and sits next to Leon, putting her fingertips on Luis’ hand. His fingers twitch, so she pulls her hand away. Leon gently takes her wrist and puts her hand back on Luis’. They stay like that in silence aside from the two times Ashley responded to a question her bodyguard asked.

(3) “You know what would help with this?” Luis asks. 

“What?” Leon asks. 

“Sleeping with someone. It’ll take your mind right off of that sexy diva.” 

Leon sighs and puts his head in his hands. “I’m so tired,” Leon mutters. 

“Your ride here yet?” 

Leon shakes his head, then moves his hands. 

“Who’s picking you up?” 

“My friend Claire,” Leon answers. “She’s the only one somewhat close to where we are.” 

“Just a friend?” Luis asks. 

Leon nods, even though a small smile creeps on to his face as he remembers how close they were after Raccoon City.

[nicospen]

Traitor.

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Nakahara Chuuya (soukoku)

Mischaracterization!!

cw: blood, slight angst, swearing, mentions of suicide

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Chuuya sighed deeply. He gritted his teeth as sweat and blood dripped onto the cave's floor cold floor. Chuuya pressed on his wounds to stop the bleeding. He closed his eyes as the warm liquid seeped through his fingers.

His stab wound stung, but it didn't hurt as much as the lingering betrayal in his heart. Everything Shirase said was far more painful than anything. It hurt because it was the harsh truth.

“You had no family before the Sheep took you in, Chuuya!” Shirase had yelled at Chuuya.

The look on their faces, the look of coldness in their eyes...

“Chuuya,” Dazai called out to him.

Chuuya slowly opened his eyes, the metallic scent of his own blood invaded his nose.

“What are you doing here, Osamu?” Chuuya spat out like Dazai's name was a curse.

The ginger shifted his position, shifting to a more comfortable pose. He pressed down harder on his wound, teeth grit and eyes bloodshot.

“Since when were we close enough for you to call me by my first name?” Dazai asked, but he had to admit it was refreshing to hear someone call him by his first name.

“Tsk,” Chuuya clicked his tongue.

Chuuya raised his head to look at Dazai. Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared at the boy before him. Skinny, pale, dark clothes, partially sunken eyes, and lifeless eyes.

Lifeless as ever, Chuuya thought bitterly.

“Answer my question you prick!” Chuuya demanded.

“I came to get you, Chuuya.” Dazai stated before smiling. “I can't let my dog wander astray now, can I?”

“Damn you...” Chuuya muttered. “You emo kid.”

Chuuya winced as his wound started to throb once more.

“You're a kid too, and shorter than me at that.”

“Shut it.”

“Dazai,” a voice called out— it was Odasaku. He stood behind Dazai. He snatched a med kit from one of the members and rushed towards Chuuya, med kit in hand. “Don't bully him now. He's still injured.”

~

Chuuya now stood awkwardly in front of the Armed Detective Agency, or ADA for short. He stood behind Sakunosuke Odasaku, a former Port Mafia (PM) member who defected to ADA. And of course, his defection came with another member, Nakahara Chuuya.

During the past days, some sort of “initiation” test had been inflicted upon him, and it really gave him a fright. Though the others did apologize to him afterwards (he's traumatized).

“Nakahara-san, Odasaku-san.” Kunikida called out for them.

“Er... Kunikida, right?” Chuuya asked.

“Mn,” Kunikida agreed. Kunikida took a deep breath and launched a tirade of scolding. “Nakahara-san it's your first day on the job and you're already late. I'll let it slide because it's your first day. And you, Odasaku-san.”

Chuuya paid the blond no mind. Kunikida was like a wife. He was uptight and always nagging. He stood there silently watching Kunikida nag.

“Oh! Looks like mister fancy hat passed the test!” Kenji squealed as he rushed towards the ginger. “Hey, mister. Do you want to go cow riding with me? It's really fun! All you have to do is—”

It's overwhelming, Chuuya thought. A nice kind of overwhelming. It was a nicer feeling than the things he experienced in the mafia. This reminded him of all those years ago with the flags, his first real friends per se.

Chuuya chuckled as he looked upon the situation he was in now. It was such a domesticated scene. One he would have never thought of happening in his whole life.

For the first time ever he felt relaxed, content, and this unexplainable warmth he was feeling.

Odasaku stared at Chuuya, his expression softening ever so slightly.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Odasaku smiled at Chuuya. “Was it worth it defecting with me? I mean becoming a traitor?”

Chuuya nodded before answering,

“I would have never expected a scene like this if I was still in the mafia.”

To be frank, he did experience a scene like this at least once in his mafia days.

It was with the flags.

Back then, he was too depressed to notice. Too focused on his work to see that he should have spent every single second with them.

The past is the past, Chuuya thought. Besides, I at least found more friends to fight beside with.

Kunikida led Chuuya to his desk while he was in deep thought. He made Chuuya sat down before dropping a stack of papers in front of him.

“Huh? Uh?” He looked up at Kunikida then looked at the papers before him.

“You can read, right Nakahara-san?” Kunikida asked as he adjusted his glasses.

“Yes, I can. Just call me Chuuya, and my old job also required me to read—”

“Good.” Kunikida cut him off. “Since you're new, all you have to do is sort these out, for now.”

Chuuya stared at the stack of paper before him. He started crying inside. If there was one thing that never changed between working in ADA and PM, it was the absurdly huge amounts of paperwork.

He turned to Odasaku, who was sat beside him doing paperwork as well.

“Odasaku-san, do you ever wonder how Dazai's doing?” Chuuya muttered.

“Oh? Hm... Osamu eh?”

Odasaku pondered for a bit before shaking his head.

“Don't even think about it.”

To Chuuya, Dazai had always been a thought that was often stuck at the back of his head. Even though Dazai manipulated his friends to turn on him, he knew Dazai probably had his reasons.

He didn't know Dazai for long, but at least he liked to think he knew what Dazai was thinking.

He remembered the way Dazai's face drained of color when he confided his departure of the mafia to him. The way the faint light in Dazai's eyes disappeared.

Before leaving, the two even argued which led to some hurtful things spilling out of each other's mouth, and a few physical altercations.

“How would you know?!” Chuuya demanded. “You don't even feel human emotions!”

Dazai was unfazed. He grabbed Chuuya's wrist and muttered, “don't leave me here, Nakahara. You have to stay with me. You can't leave me here. Shoot me instead, Nakahara.”

“No. I already made up my mind.”

“You claim that I don't feel human emotions, then what are you? You aren't human as well. You're nothing more than a shell of a human. A vessel for the chaos inside you.”

Chuuya grit his teeth before punching Dazai in the face. He stared at Dazai who was on the floor with a broken lip. He turned around and walked away. He left without ever looking back.

a/n: This is only part 1 of this stupid ass fan fiction. I'll write part 2 when I have the energy and inspiration.

Tbh I was planning to make this only a one part fanfiction but im already posting ts because im too lazy to write the continuation. SO I'LL WRITE PT.2 SOON (POSSIBLY)

BUT LIKE SKK FANFICTION with barely any skk😍😍

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[theartofcollapse]

a/n: I'm back guys, exams all done! thanks for being patient with me. feel free to send as many requests as you would like. summary: y/n gets extremely bored while Alex is working from home and she desperately needs attention. pairing: Alex Cabot x female reader warnings: none word count: 2.5K

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Bored - Alex Cabot

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and Alex was - unsurprisingly - working. Y/N had long since given up trying to convince her girlfriend that weekends were meant for relaxation. If anything, Alex seemed to take weekends as a personal challenge to be even more productive.

Currently, she was perched at the dining table, glasses low on her nose, typing furiously on her laptop. A neat stack of legal briefs sat beside her, color-coded sticky notes peeking out from the pages like tiny flags of impending doom.

Y/N, on the other hand, was bored to death.

At first, she tried to entertain herself. She scrolled through her phone, watched a few episodes of a show she didn’t really care about, played fetch with their dog (who promptly lost interest after five throws), and even considered cleaning—considered. But it had been hours, and she was dying.

Finally, she decided she’d had enough. With a dramatic sigh, she stood up, walked over to where Alex was working, and leaned down until her chin rested on Alex’s shoulder.

“You wanna get your ass beaten in Uno?” Y/N asked, her voice dripping with challenge.

Alex didn’t even look up. “Mmm. No.”

“Wow. You didn’t even think about it.”

“I did. And I decided no,” Alex replied, typing something that sounded very official and very boring.

Y/N straightened up and narrowed her eyes. “So you’re just gonna work all day while I wither away from lack of attention?”

“You could read a book,” Alex suggested.

“I could also eat glass, but you don’t see me doing that either.”

Alex sighed, finally sparing her a glance. “Give me another hour.”

“Another hour?!” Y/N threw her hands up. “Alexandra, I am a woman on the edge. Either you play Uno with me, or I start acting feral.”

That made Alex smirk. “Feral, huh?”

“Yes. Full chaos mode. No rules. No laws. Do you really want that?”

Alex gave her a look, the kind that said ‘I deal with hardened criminals daily. You do not scare me.’

Y/N huffed. “Fine. You leave me no choice.”

She stalked away, leaving Alex to shake her head and go back to work.

Y/N started small. She “accidentally” dropped things near Alex. A pen here. A book there. At one point, she spilled an entire bag of Skittles onto the floor, each one making an unnecessarily loud plinking noise.

Alex exhaled sharply through her nose. “Are you five?”

“I’m bored,” Y/N groaned, dramatically flopping onto the couch.

“You should’ve thought about that before dating a lawyer.”

“Okay, then I have no choice but to escalate.”

Alex shook her head, already resigning herself to whatever nonsense Y/N was about to pull.

She tried snuggling up to Alex, draping herself over her shoulders like a human scarf.

Alex gently pushed her off.

Then tried poking her arm repeatedly.

Alex ignored it.

Y/N started dramatically sighing at random intervals.

Alex turned to her with the patience of a saint. “Is there a reason you’re being extra annoying today?”

“Yes,” Y/N pouted. “You’re not paying attention to me. If I wanted to be neglected, I’d text my landlord about fixing the leak in our sink.”

Alex finally closed her laptop. “Okay. One game. Then I go back to work.”

“One game?” Y/N scoffed. “You’re adorable. It’s never one game.”

Alex rolled her eyes but indulged her anyway, setting her laptop aside as Y/N ran to grab the Uno deck.

They sat across from each other, the cards dealt, the battlefield set. Y/N cracked her knuckles like she was preparing for war.

Alex raised an unimpressed brow. “You’re very dramatic.”

“And you’re about to lose.”

The game started off simple, both of them playing civilly. But then, Y/N played a Draw Four on Alex.

Alex narrowed her eyes. “I see how it is.”

Y/N grinned innocently. “I don’t make the rules.”

Alex drew her four cards, her lawyer brain already calculating revenge.

And then, chaos.

Reverse cards were thrown like daggers. Draw Twos stacked higher than Alex’s legal briefs. Y/N cackled when she skipped Alex for the third time in a row.

“You’re evil,” Alex muttered.

“And you’re losing,” Y/N sing-songed.

But then, Alex played a Draw Four right when Y/N had one card left.

Her smug grin vanished. “No. No, no, no. You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, but I do,” Alex said, smirking as she slid the extra cards toward Y/N.

Y/N scowled, snatching them up. “This is a betrayal of the highest order.”

“Should’ve thought about that before bullying me into playing.”

The game stretched on, both refusing to back down. At one point, Y/N attempted to subtly throw a card under the table, but Alex caught her mid-act.

“Did you just cheat?”

“It’s called creative strategy.”

Alex stared at her, deadpan.

Y/N sighed. “Fine. I may have bent the rules slightly.”

Alex shook her head, laughing. “You are ridiculous.”

“And you love me.”

“That is debatable right now.”

Eventually, after an unfair amount of Draw Twos, Alex won.

Y/N gaped at her. “You cheated.”

“I played legally,” Alex corrected, smirking as she stretched. “And now, I return to work.”

“WHAT?!” Y/N gasped. “You can’t just win and leave!”

“That was the deal.”

“You monster.”

Alex chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N’s forehead before heading back to her laptop. “You’ll survive.”

Y/N crossed her arms, stewing.

And then—

“I challenge you to a rematch.”

Alex didn’t even look up. “Not happening.”

“Best two out of three!”

“Still no.”

Y/N groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. “I hate dating a lawyer.”

Alex just smirked. “No, you don’t.”

Y/N wasn’t one to accept defeat gracefully. No, she thrived on revenge. And if Alex thought she was going to just sit there quietly while she went back to her boring lawyer things, she had severely underestimated the level of chaos Y/N was willing to unleash.

For a moment, Y/N considered flipping the Uno table. Full, dramatic rebellion. But then she realized it wasn’t a table - it was the dining table. Their dining table. The very expensive, very heavy dining table that Alex would absolutely murder her for damaging.

So, she had to be smarter.

Quietly, Y/N slipped away into the kitchen.

Alex was back to typing, her fingers moving fast over the keyboard. Completely immersed.

Y/N peeked around the corner, watching. Waiting. Calculating.

Then, she snatched a bag of chips from the cabinet, opened it as loudly as humanly possible, and started munching with the crunchiest bites ever.

Alex froze. Slowly, she turned her head.

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

Y/N, mouth full of chips, gave her the most innocent look she could muster. “Huh?” Crunch.

Alex exhaled through her nose, the way she did when opposing counsel said something particularly stupid in court.

Y/N shoved another handful of chips into her mouth. Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Alex took a deep breath, visibly practicing restraint. “Y/N...”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Y/N said, plopping down dramatically in a chair. “Just eating my feelings after being brutally betrayed by the love of my life.”

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s Uno. You lose in Uno.”

“You cheated.”

“I played by the rules.”

“Your rules are evil.”

Alex shook her head, turning back to her laptop. “Go find another hobby.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. Alright. Desperate times, desperate measures.

She stood, stretched, and then she flopped onto Alex’s lap. Fully. Bonelessly. Limply.

Alex made a very undignified oof sound. “Jesus, Y/N!”

“You left me no choice,” Y/N said, flopping her arms dramatically over Alex’s shoulders. “You work too much. I am merely redistributing your priorities.”

“By crushing me?”

“It’s called love.”

Alex sighed. “You are the neediest human being alive.”

“And yet, you chose me. So who’s the real fool?”

Alex pursed her lips, trying - and failing - to hide a smirk. “Move.”

“No.”

“I have important things to do.”

“Is it more important than me?” Y/N asked, batting her lashes.

Alex sighed, long-suffering. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me.”

Alex glanced down at her, eyes softening just slightly. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Y/N grinned. “Then play another round of Uno with me.”

“No.”

“Best three out of five.”

“Absolutely not.”

Y/N gasped, placing a dramatic hand over her heart. “So you don’t love me?”

Alex rubbed her temples. “That is not what I said.”

“You implied it.”

Alex stared at her, clearly debating whether or not this battle was even worth fighting.

Y/N turned up the puppy eyes—full-force, desperate, devastating.

Alex sighed, defeated. “One. More. Game.”

Y/N beamed, leaping up. “You just sealed your fate.”

Alex chuckled, shaking her head. “If it means I get some peace after, then fine.”

Y/N cackled as she shuffled the deck.

Alex should have known.

She should have expected Y/N to pull some unholy nonsense.

Because five minutes in, Y/N was grinning like a villain.

“Why do you look so smug?” Alex asked warily.

Y/N laid down a Draw Four.

Alex narrowed her eyes. “You’re a menace.”

“Pick. Up. Your. Cards.”

Alex begrudgingly picked up four more cards. But as soon as she got rid of a few, Y/N hit her with a stacked Draw Two.

Alex’s jaw clenched.

Y/N smirked. “You mad?”

Alex gave her a flat look. “No.”

“Because it seems like you’re mad.”

Alex took a slow, deep breath. “Play your next card.”

Y/N played another Reverse.

Alex’s nostrils flared. “You just want to see me suffer.”

“Would you not do the same to me?”

Alex didn’t answer. Because she absolutely would have.

And then, the worst betrayal of all—

Alex had one card left.

Y/N played a Draw Four.

Alex stared at her, jaw tightening, fingers tapping against the table.

Y/N grinned. “You were saying?”

Alex inhaled sharply, picked up her four cards, and exhaled. “I’m dating an actual gremlin.”

“And winning,” Y/N added.

Alex shook her head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Extremely,” Y/N agreed.

Alex sighed, dropping her cards. “Fine. You win. Happy?”

Y/N beamed, throwing her arms around Alex. “I knew you’d see reason!”

Alex shook her head, kissing the top of Y/N’s head before pulling away. “Okay, now can I get back to work?”

Alex had gone back to her laptop, once again convinced that she had won the battle and secured her productivity for the rest of the day.

Y/N, however, was nothing if not determined.

She had tried being annoying. She had tried cheating in Uno. She had tried physically attaching herself to Alex like an overgrown koala. But clearly, all of these tactics had only resulted in temporary victories.

So, she had to be smarter.

More strategic.

And thus, the most diabolical plan formed in her mind.

She decided to go for a run.

But not just any run.

A very intentional run.

She changed into the tightest pair of leggings she owned, leggings that had once made Alex walk into a wall when she first saw Y/N wearing them. Paired it with a sports bra that left very little to the imagination. And, because she was committed to the cause, she even pulled her hair into a high ponytail, knowing full well that Alex had a very specific weakness for that.

Then, without saying a word, she grabbed her headphones, shot Alex a quick innocent smile, and left the apartment.

Alex didn’t even look up.

Perfect.

Now, all she had to do was get really sweaty.

About forty minutes later, Y/N returned, successfully looking like she had just finished competing in the Olympics.

Her skin glistened with sweat. Her leggings clung to her like they were painted on. Her sports bra was damp. She was slightly out of breath, strands of hair stuck to her forehead. She looked like one of those insanely attractive people in workout commercials, except this was all very real.

And she knew it.

She strolled inside, tossing her keys onto the counter, stretching her arms up with an exaggerated groan.

Alex still didn’t look up.

Fine.

Time to turn up the heat.

“God,” Y/N sighed dramatically, walking toward the fridge. “That was a good run. I’m so hot.”

Alex hummed absentmindedly, still typing.

Oh, we’re gonna fix that.

Y/N grabbed a water bottle, twisted the cap off, and tipped her head back, drinking in a way that was entirely unnecessary. A few drops dribbled down her throat, over her collarbone, disappearing beneath her sports bra.

Still, Alex. Did. Not. Look.

Fine. She wanted to play it cool? Y/N would break her resolve.

She grabbed a towel, walking right past Alex’s chair as she started patting down her sweaty chest.

And then – finally - Alex’s typing paused.

Y/N had to fight every instinct not to smirk.

“Good run?” Alex asked, voice suspiciously even.

“Mmm,” Y/N hummed, stretching again. “So good. I feel amazing. But, ugh, I got so sweaty.”

Another pause.

Y/N casually leaned against the table, stretching one leg behind her, subtly accentuating things. “Gotta cool down. Maybe take a long shower.”

Alex exhaled through her nose.

Y/N smirked. Gotcha.

She walked around the table, standing directly behind Alex, hands landing on her shoulders.

“Wow,” Y/N murmured, kneading gently. “You’re so tense. All that work stressing you out?”

Alex stiffened slightly but didn’t react.

Y/N leaned in closer, her lips dangerously near Alex’s ear. “You know, exercise is great for stress. You should join me next time. We could work up a sweat together.”

Alex’s hands paused on the keyboard.

Y/N smirked. “Or, you know, I could just shower alone.”

Alex slammed her laptop shut.

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered, turning in her chair to finally look at Y/N.

And oh, the way her eyes darkened as they swept over her? Y/N felt victorious.

“Something wrong, Counselor?” Y/N asked, all fake innocence.

Alex exhaled sharply. “You planned this.”

“Planned what?”

Alex leaned back, arms crossed, a tiny smirk playing at her lips. “This. The whole running, sweating, stretching, looking like that.” She gestured vaguely at Y/N’s entire existence.

Y/N shrugged. “Can’t a girl just get a workout in without being accused of crimes?”

“You do nothing without an agenda.”

Y/N beamed. “Exactly. So, what’s it gonna be? You back to work? Or are you gonna let me kick your ass in Monopoly?”

Alex sighed, running a hand through her hair, gaze lingering on Y/N’s abs for a fraction too long.

Alex let out a long, long breath.

Then - without a word - she stood up, grabbed Y/N’s wrist, and started pulling her toward the bedroom.

Y/N blinked. “Wait. Where are we going? Monopoly’s in the living room-”

Alex shot her a look.

A very dangerous look.

Y/N gulped. “Oh.”

Alex smirked. “You wanted my attention? You’ve got it now.”

Y/N grinned.

Game. Set. Match.

[bambisafe]

transfem!ada wong / fem!reader

warnings : sexual content / men and minors don’t interact or you’re blocked. blowjobs, girlcock, degradation, pet names, pure and utter filth, ada is a mean domme.

word count : 493

author’s note : you can imagine any version of her you want. enjoy, sapphics

tension builds up when you’re in the field for so long. days without food, water, spent waving around a gun, taking out monsters bigger than buildings. it builds up. turns into stress; stress that needs to be unloaded.

and what better way to unload than to have her pretty girlfriend suck her off?

the hem of ada’s red dress pooled around her waist, stockings and underwear coming off in one fluid motion, leaving all of her to hang out.

trimmed, soft, and smelling of aloe lotion.

“don’t just sit there, darling,” ada purrs in that sultry drawl, leaning back on the mattress, tan legs open. she was already half hard, shaft twitching with need every time she looks down at your mouth.

you don’t need to be told twice, leaning forward on your knees and taking hold of her dick, skin soft to the touch as you stroke her slowly.

ada sucks in a breath, hardening in your grasp by the second. “just like that,” she whispers. “put it in your mouth.”

it doesn’t come out a request but a demand.

and you obey, letting your hand fall back to your lap before taking the leaky red tip in your mouth first, swirling your tongue around the sensitive flesh. you don’t need hands. you know she’s just going to use your mouth for herself.

“ah—“ a hand finds the top of your head, holding you in place as she slowly rolls forward, pushing herself in deeper.

staying utterly still for a few seconds, ada begins to rut into your warm mouth, slow and steady. at first.

somehow, even when she can’t keep quiet, ada manages to look bored as she fucks your face.

“such a good little toy, aren’t you?” she mutters rhetorically, ministrations unrelenting as she slides in a little farther, tip kissing the back of your throat.

when you choke, eyes watering, she finally shows a tiny half-grin.

“you’re good for nothing else,” she looks you dead in the eyes, her own lust-filled obsidian optics burning a hole through your retinas. “just a bunch of holes for me.”

her pace picks up, the sound emanating from your mouth absolutely obscene as spit trickles down your chin.

“bet you’re all soaked just from sucking my cock, aren’t you?” you don’t have to answer. she knows. one glance down to your white panties and she can see the evidence of your arousal turning the fabric translucent.

“fucking knew it,” she growls, tip hitting the back of your throat with every merciless thrust. “such a dirty slut.”

with a final cry of bliss, ada crests, finishing in your mouth. milliliters upon milliliters come slipping out, so much that it leaks down your chin. and ada watches as the milky, glossy substance gathers in the valley of your tits.

eventually, she pulls out, cock still hard as a damn rock, glistening with a mix of your spit and her cum.

“on the bed. ass up.”

[alvivaarts]

Genuinely Correct Simulation Swarm Quotes

aka, an excuse for me to post funny little lines and zingers as I get over my writer's block

Don't let this fool you though, this entire fic is marginally more sad.

[saturnplaza]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. // 𝕄ℂℝ 𝕏 ℝ𝔼𝟚 ℂℝ𝕆𝕊𝕊𝔽𝕀ℂ

"When the city is in shambles and you have no one else to turn to, what's the problem with putting your full trust in strangers?"

'Reader' wakes up one night to find their home city in complete chaos. Raccoon City has fallen and turned to the worst. While escaping their apartment building they come face to face with their neighbor Mikey Way. They quickly grow an attachment to the man.

They make their way to the city's police department for safety but all they're met with is more horror. It's their job to find a way to safety while meeting others to help them along the way.

Hey, it's me again back with another fanfiction. This one is a little crazy but I love it.

This is crossover between Resident Evil and My Chemical Romance. In which the band boys and the characters of Resident Evil 2 are interacting with eachother.

Even if you know one fandom and not the other I believe it's still worth the read.

This fanfiction will end off with the 'reader' and Mikey Way as a romantic pairing, though there will be some kind of tension between all the characters.

The My Chem boys are written as themselves in the revenge era but feel free to imagine them in any era.

This fanfiction will follow the story of Leon's part A story, with a lot of changes but it keeps the same premise.

Updates on this fic will be posted on here, please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in updates.

CW: Canon typical violence, MAJOR character death, huge loss of hope, over all pretty sad with a happy ending (not for everyone)

Without further ado, I present to you the first chapter of my niche cross-over fanfic.

Trauma Brings Love Among Other Things.