#kisses ur hand gently. i offer this humbly.

[rottenrosethorns]

HI HI!! i love ur blog sm i had to request something!! can we pls get some fluffy leon hcs where he's playing w his partner's hair? or caressing their skin, anything along those lines🥺

im touch starved istg

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x gn!reader 

Genre: Headcanons, Fluff 

Synopsis: Leon’s love language is physical touch – Leon takes you on a surprise date to the local carnival! 

Word Count: 1.4K 

Warnings: mentions of carnivals but no clowns, large crowds, mentions of social anxiety 

A/N: I don’t know how to write headcanons lol. So, hopefully this is okay for the first time. I also don’t know how to keep things short and sweet, I was itching to write a whole ass fic for this LMAO. thank you anon for the idea and for loving my humble blog! <3

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You always found it surprising that Leon would put 110% effort in planning your monthly date nights. Usually, he’s cool, calm, and collected, so you didn’t strike him as the type to become giddy about some outing; however, Leon always managed to prove you wrong. He was an excellent planner thanks to all the years of training his observation skills. 

He knew exactly what you liked and didn’t like. So even if you hated surprises, Leon would always orchestrate the date accordingly and ease into the activity he knew you’d enjoy. 

Plus, you trusted him more than you trusted your anxiety!

Before you even leave the house, Leon's sitting on the closed lid of the bathroom toilet, watching as you get yourself ready for whatever outing he'd been brewing for the past week. His eyes would be keen on you the entire time, shifting to look at your reflection in the mirror, then back towards you. 

Since he doesn’t want to interrupt your work – you are putting in the time and energy to look good for him after all – Leon resorts to verbal compliments and being your personal hype boy. 

You'd usually listen to music or play a video to accompany your routine, but nowadays, Leon was the only companion you needed. 

Leon can't sit still for long, so he'll be hovering all around you. One moment, he's standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your midriff to catch you in a tight back hug. Next, he's turning you around with his hands on your hips as he tries to convince you that you don't need anything to make you look more breathtaking than you already were. 

You pinch him arm gently, warning him that he'll make you both late if he keeps distracting you. So, he offers to help you with your hair instead. 

The man wants to be involved! Let him dote on you! 

Surprisingly, Leon's decent as a hairstylist. Experienced from handling young Sherry’s hair, Leon forcibly learned almost any and all basic hairstyles. He'll be extra gentle with you though, making sure not to pull too tight or harshly brush through knots. If he's feeling a bit childish, he'll try to tickle your earlobes. But when you get annoyed, he'll offer an apologetic kiss on your neck before neatly finishing his style. 

Sometimes he’ll ask what style you want, but most times you let him decide for you. Secretly, you know he enjoys dolling you up to his expectations, so as long as it looks well kept, you didn’t mind what he did for you. 

Leon's not the best driver, so unfortunately, he can't do the one hand driving, one hand on your left thigh ordeal. No matter how much he wants to be cool, he doesn't have the confidence to drive without two hands on the wheel like a teen who'd just gotten their permit. 

It's okay though, because he'll interlace his fingers with yours and softly kiss the back of your hand at red lights. Maybe, he can sneak in a peck when there's traffic too. 

Leon always opens the door for you and offers a helping hand which never lets go unless absolutely necessary. It's not uncommon for couples to hold hands in public, but when he's brought you to the local carnival with an abundance of people, he's definitely making sure you don't get lost in the crowd. Your safety comes first after all. 

If you get anxious around a lot of people, Leon will either rub his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly as he whispers some reassuring words for you or he'll move so that his body acts as a sort of barrier. 

You'll always follow closely behind him, tugging at his clothes just in case your hands disconnected for whatever reason. Once you're out of the crowd, Leon will make sure you're feeling okay before holding you closer by latching his arm around your waist. 

It’s a win-win for the both of you. You get to feel his warmth from his protection, and he gets to ward off anyone who thinks they have a chance with you. Boy is possessive, so don’t stray too far! 

If you get self-conscious about PDA, Leon will pout, but he'll get over it. As much as he wants to smother you in kisses for the world to see that you are his lover, Leon would never force you to be in an uncomfortable situation especially in public. 

Therefore, he'll compromise with a ghost touch at the small of your back or a soft grip on your shoulder. He'll know he's doing okay because you'll subconsciously lean closer to him and sometimes put a hand on top of his. 

The both of you will explore the carnival grounds for a while, trying your hand at a few carnival games. Of course, Leon is very competitive in nature and an excellent marksman, so he'll absolutely ace at any and all shooter games. But this time, he'll push you up to the podium this time and help you win your own prize. 

He'll stand behind you with both hands on your shoulders as he tells you to focus on the three glass bottles. He gives clear instructions, waiting for you to nod your head or make a noise in confirmation before sliding his arms down yours and aiming the toy gun towards the bottles. 

He'll hover towards your level, chin resting on the curvature of your shoulder. He does this to help see how you’re aiming, but he purposely pushes himself closer to tease you. He can’t help that you’re just smaller than him and that your figure is always begging for him to embrace you. 

He knows you're nervous, but he wants you to win, so he'll wrap his hands around your shaking hands, gripping the stock to stabilize you and the gun before shifting your aim. Once lined up, he'll let you pull the trigger on your own, successfully knocking down the three bottles. Elated, you turn and envelope yourself into a congratulatory hug before happily accepting the prize. 

When you're both hungry and take a seat at an open table to snack on the overpriced carnival food, Leon now does the hand on the thigh thingy. 

He'll go the extra mile and hook your leg over his, so that you're partially thrown over his lap as he traces random lines on your skin. Again, if you're anxious about large crowds, this'll soothe you. 

You can't say you've been to a carnival if you hadn't gone on the ferris wheel, right? Is it very obvious that he plans to seal the night with a romantic kiss at the top of the ride? Yes. But, you'll pretend you don't know what he's planning to do. 

Leon's never truly loved someone before, so don't blame him when he gets all his ideas from cheesy romance movies. You'd never expose him though, because you didn't mind being the main character sometimes. 

You can tell he's nervous, his eyes are watching the wheel spin round and round as you wait in line. Now it's your turn to calm his nervousness down as you wrap yourself on his bicep and lean your head on his muscles. He'll look away with a soft, goofy smile before taking his free hand and giving you a soft head pat to silently thank you. 

Once on the ride, Leon prefers that you sit next to him. Although he liked looking at you sitting across from him, Leon felt much more comfortable with you by his side, especially when you both were swinging higher than the treetops. 

As the ride begins to move, Leon will wrap an arm around your side, planting a firm grip on your hip and pulling you close to him. Even when the cart shakes, Leon's hold is firm and keeps you stable, but that doesn't prevent you from fearfully gripping his midsection.

He'll let out a teasing laugh at your timid reaction and press a kiss on your temple as you hide your face in his chest. 

Once at the very top, Leon will uncover you and take a moment to admire you. He's very keen on eye contact, so he'll hold your chin with his fingers as he expresses how much he loves you. He'll slide his fingers until they're placed on the side of your neck and pull you in for that cliche kiss to perfectly end the night.

[privitivium]

It's my bday today and I lowkey want mother to celebrate it

happy birthday buddy!!!

motherly yandere lover celebrating ur birthday!!!!

/// sorry ,,, have been experiencing major kny brainrot, havent been getting inspired for motherly//in general!!! this is writers block i might explode

mother would go all out but still keep it a bit classy!! make you feel fucking loved to the max. he'd do a birthday week or something,,,. being smothered in his chest n then mother gently ushering you awake n pressing kisses all over ur face before handing u a lil gift. proceeding to give u lil gifts throughout the day of ur bday. or he'd be like leslie from parks n rec and absolutely surprise you w devorating ur whole house w balloons n streamers n a table stacked w presents,,,

mm being pressed on mothers chest n waking up to him kissing ur forehead n whispering happy birthday all sweet n shit,,, need this,,, mmmh nuzzling back into his fat pecs and grumbling that u dont wanna get up just yet becuz hes soo comfortable n he lets u lay there in his tits while petting ur head and very faintly ehispering sweet nothings,,,, //sorry im fucking huge on comfort rightnow LOL

mother,,, he'd take you out to some place that fits u just right,,, in my mind he takes you out to some kind of art gallery or something??!! its quiet and nice and you can just spend time with each other holding hands and looking at eachother saying that ur more beaytiful than any art here or something... something similar to that... then, afterwards, at ur humble abode where he cooks a meal just 4 the two of you, ur favorite obviously ( still, going all out ) getting all dressed up for ur lil birthday dinner!! all nice n lovely and staring at you wordlessly as you eat his food,,,, mmmm

he'd be ssoo sweet bro,, all soft with you and touchy as fuck,,,, petting ur head affectionately w the homemade cake / cupcakes / whatever he made for you all lit up with candles,,, singing to you while staring at u w a face full of adoration nd calling you his sweet boy nd being a lil silly by saying "is the birthday boy happy?" and it lowkey feels demeaning but honestly yeah. is sure to keep you humble, but spoils you with the fuckton of gifts he gets for you!!!

for the nsfw part of this,,, can definitely see him getting all dressed up n having a lacy body piece underneath and showing off to you n then offering himself as a gift too,,, loll!!!

[seivsite]

anyways… may i humbly request jealous jing yuan and/or blade with like them finally getting to spend time with their s/o, only to see them busy with whatever things they have to do and both/one of them is just >:((( sulking

OMG U SHLD WRITE A POLY FOR THIS… jk its ur choice tq MWAH

SULKING BOYFRIENDS.

synopsis: in which jing yuan and blade finally managed to find some time to spend with you, but unfortunately, you ended up ignoring them.

includes: jing yuan x gn!reader x blade, poly relationship, ooc blade kinda, blade calls you doll, a bit suggestive, established relationship — wc: 1033

You were quietly organising the papers that Yukong had given you, meticulously placing them in their correct positions and categories. The task at hand was quite substantial, and an hour had already passed since you began. When Yukong offered her assistance, you declined, assuming she had other matters to attend to. And now, you found yourself with two stacks of papers, patiently waiting to be sorted.

As you were in the midst of placing papers on the bookshelves, you suddenly felt the sensation of two strong arms encircling your waist. Your body tensed, and you prepared to draw your weapon, but before you could react, the man swiftly grasped your hands, preventing any immediate action. He leaned in, planting a kiss on your neck, further surprising you.

“Relax, darling, it’s just me,” Blade reassured you, continuing to shower your neck and ear with a few more affectionate pecks. Gradually, you allowed yourself to relax and released a sigh. “Ren, can't you see I'm busy?” you asked, mildly exasperated.

“Hmm? Can’t you give your dear lover some attention? It’s not often that I get free time from Elio, you know?” Blade teased, his voice laced with playful affection.

“I could, but I still have a few stacks of papers to organise. Now, will you please be patient and excuse me?” you sighed, gently pulling Blade’s arms off your waist. Determined, you walked back towards the stacks of paper, ready to continue your task.

Blade let out a disappointed sigh and decided to settle himself on one of the comfortable couches in the room, sulking. After just a few minutes had passed, Blade couldn't resist asking, “Are you done yet?” You responded with a straightforward, “No.”

After thirty minutes of Blade amusing himself with the trinkets he found in the room, Jing Yuan entered through the door, observing Blade sulking and noticing that you were still engrossed in your work. Realising the situation at hand, Jing Yuan decided to intervene, recognizing that you could use some rest, especially since there was still only one stack of papers left that could probably be finished tomorrow.

“Sweetheart,” Jing Yuan called out to you, and you responded with a noncommittal hum while your hands continued to sort through the documents. “Don’t you want to take a break for a bit?” he inquired. This question caught the attention of sulking Blade, who perked up, curious to hear your response. Once again, you firmly replied, “No.”

Both men exchanged glances, understanding the stubborn determination in your response. Blade, with a resigned expression, patted the seat beside him, silently indicating that they should just wait. And so, there they were, two formidable men sulking, patiently waiting for their partner to finish the task at hand.

Jing Yuan and Blade wore expressions of sadness on their faces, the usual cheerful and playful smiles replaced by a sense of disappointment.

After another 30 minutes had passed, you finally stretched your arms, relieved to have completed the daunting task. The Stellaron Hunter awakened the dozing general, pointing towards their exhausted partner. Jing Yuan quickly sprung into action, swiftly lifting you in a bridal carry, with Blade closely following behind. They hurriedly made their way home, eager to shower you with the love and attention you deserved.

“H-Hey! Slow down!” you exclaimed, tightly holding onto Jing Yuan's form. However, Blade swiftly interjected, saying, “Nope, you've been ignoring us for a whole hour.”

Upon arriving home, they wasted no time and whisked you away to your shared bedroom. Jing Yuan gently laid you down on the bed, and without hesitation, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You let out a noise of surprise before eagerly responding, holding onto his biceps. Meanwhile, Blade positioned himself on the other side of you, his hand stroking your hip with a tender touch, further adding to the affectionate atmosphere in the room.

After parting from the kiss with Jing Yuan, Blade wasted no time in turning your face towards him, initiating a passionate kiss of his own. His kiss was filled with intensity, surpassing the previous one with Jing Yuan. In a sudden playful gesture, Blade playfully pinched your waist, causing you to yelp in surprise. He used it to his advantage to put his tongue into your mouth, making you let out noises of pleasure.

Jing Yuan’s hand went up your shirt, stroking your warm skin. Overwhelmed by the sensations Blade and Jing Yuan’s actions are evoking, you find yourself becoming breathless. The combination of Blade’s passionate kisses, Jing Yuan's playful touches, and the intensity of the moment leaves you gasping for air, consumed by the desire and pleasure that courses through your body.

Blade broke apart from the kiss, his lips now trailing along your neck, leaving a trail of purple red marks. As he focused his attention on your neck, you gasped for air, feeling a mix of pleasure and anticipation coursing through your body. Meanwhile, Jing Yuan turned to Blade and asked, “Ren, why don’t we teach our sweetheart a lesson?” Blade's eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, “Hmm, yes, you’re going to be a good doll for us, right darling?”

You gulped nervously, aware that indulging in their desires would likely leave you not being able to walk the next day. You began to consider how you would explain your absence to Yukong, already planning to inform her that you wouldn't be able to work tomorrow. However, before the strain of your thoughts consumes you, Blade interrupts by placing his fingers on your chin, lifting it, causing your gaze to meet his.

“Focus on us, doll.” Blade says, “We have a long night ahead of us.” Jing Yuan continued, before the three of you passionately made love for the rest of the night.

You woke up with a slight ache in your abdomen, sandwiched between your two lovers. As you slowly reached for your phone on the nightstand, you sent a text to Yukong, explaining that you wouldn't be able to go to work today due to engaging in certain activities last night. With a mix of satisfaction and anticipation, you settled back into the warmth and comfort of the bed, embracing the aftermath of the passionate night spent with your beloved partners.

NOTES. MUAHAHAHA i can’t write smut yall leave me alone 😭 this is so fun to write was giggling kicking my feet frfr

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

[elysianslove]

heyy sal ^-^ i know this seems a lil sudden but do u mind givin some comfort hcs or somethin with tsumu n an s/o wif overbearing family who's been feelin really shitty and unmotivated lately?? am sorry if this is a lil much but i have been feeling . Not good as of late ... and i really miss tsumu idk :( maybe a lil bit of hurt/comfort and cuddles and a night out 2 mcdonalds or something would be nice if ur up to it <3 ur writin is so amazing ilysm !!

hi lovely!! found it hehe,,, here’s your comfort fic! i hope you like it! mwah <3 

miya atsumu is a great texter. 

not just in the sense that his ability to hold conversations is immaculate, and not just because your messages between him are overflowing with extravagant voice notes and an endless amount of objectively unattractive up close photos of his face. it’s because he always, always, without a shadow of doubt, no matter the hour, day, week, month, replies within the second. you’d jokingly accused him of being addicted to his phone, until you realized, aside his brother, you were the only exception — that’s also because he has some ridiculous ringtone for your calls and messages, but you pretend to be oblivious of that fact. 

as you grip your phone with shaky hands and stare at your screen through bleary eyes, you watch as your message gets delivered, then read almost immediately after. 

can i please be with you right now? 

a grey bubble appears, hovering at the bottom of your screen, three dots rolling evenly within it. it then disappears, and in its place a message materializes. 

of course. should i pass by or leave my window open? 

already, your chest feels lighter. 

fifteen minutes later, he’s before you, donning a simple shirt and sweatpants, sneakers on his feet. his smile is bright when his eyes meet yours, and his arms are home when they come to wrap around you, pulling you in close, embracing you tightly. your own arms easily slip around his waist, the feel of him beneath the thin shirt grounding and steadying. you release a shaky breath just as he squeezes you reassuringly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“heya, gorgeous,” he softly greets you, leaning back slightly to take a look at you. hesitantly, slowly, your head lifts off of his chest, arms still wrapped around him. his smile visibly falters at the sight of you, it saddens and softens, but it doesn’t disappear. although a little forcefully, he urges his smile to widen, and brings a hand up to the string of your hoodie, tugging and teasing, “nice hoodie.” 

against all odds, you scoff amusingly, rolling your eyes. “yeah, you’d think so,” you retort, and he laughs lightly. 

gently, he twists you around to pull you to his side, an arm tossed around and over your shoulder. “so, what’re we thinkin’?” he wonders aloud. “convenience store ramen?” atsumu tilts his head towards you, and when your nose scrunches in disapproval, his does too in mimicry, and then he shakes his head. “convenience store ice cream?” he says it as if it’s a genius idea, a victorious grin on his face, until he’s met with another disapproving look. 

“m’not really hungry, ‘tsumu,” you begin to argue, despite knowing how fruitless the attempt is. 

“tha’s not what i’m askin’.” he feigns offense as he says this, before he tilts his head back, thoughtfully humming. you watch him in both slight amusement and endearment. he’s really cute, you think, with the slight pout to his lips and the messiness of his hair. it’s obvious that he’d just rolled out of bed after having taken a shower, if not for his hair then for the comforting smell you sense. he’s sturdy by your side, body easy and relaxed against you, leaning into your touch just as much as you lean into him. he hums again, speaking to himself in hushed tones, and you think again, he’s really, really cute. 

“you’re really cute, ‘tsumu,” you voice, and atsumu stops his deep and thoughtful monologue about the importance of a decision like choosing where to eat at eleven pm. when he turns to face you, you offer him an easy smile, before urging him arm tighter around you again, and continuing your walk. 

“ya think i’m cute?”

“well, i am dating—“

his arm falls from around you to his side, and he halts in his steps.

“cute?!” 

you pause, turning to the side to fix him with a humored, confused stare. he’s wearing a shocked expression, eyes wide and mouth slightly parting. it makes you want to giggle. “is that a bad thing?” you wonder.

with a whine, atsumu deflates, his arms tossed to his side, hands slapping his thighs as if he were a toddler throwing a tantrum. “yer cute,” he begins to argue. “yer cute ‘n pretty n’ gorgeous ‘n very hot.” 

you quirk an eyebrow. “thanks?” 

“but i’m handsome, babe. devilishly han’some if you will. sexy. charming. hot—“

“thought i was hot?” 

“m’not taking you to mcdonald’s anymore.” 

you gasp, reaching out for his forearms and gripping them tightly. atsumu runs warm, always has and possibly always will, that it’s always a welcome feeling touching him. unless you were in the middle of summer beneath a thousand blankets, but that’s not your current concern. “how did you know i was craving nuggets?” you wonder, exasperated and in awe. 

he lifts up a finger and tilts his chin back, as if prepared to make a very important note. “not only am i devilishly handsome—“

“‘tsumu.”

“you’re always craving nuggets, doll.” 

a fair argument, you guess. 

“— and i’m psychic.” 

you smack his arm. 

“finger. guns, babe. finger guns!” 

you lift your hand up in motion of a gun, but instead, you flip your boyfriend off, sipping slowly through the staple yellow and white straw. condensation from the cup in your grip drips to your knuckles, slowly trailing down your hand. 

your gesture is met with a deadpan expression before atsumu twists around away from you. he’s facing a bench in the middle of an empty public park, his phone propped up against the back of the bench and opened up on the camera app. in the small lower left corner of the screen is a small preview of a picture you’d just taken together: it’s cheesy and honestly a little cringe, with atsumu doing a ridiculous pose with finger guns, and a you with a hesitant peace sign. it’s what led you to this moment— he just really wants you to do some finger guns with him. 

facing the phone, atsumu bends down and clicks on his screen, while you take another long sip. upon buying a ridiculous amount of fries, nuggets, and two burgers, the two of you had walked for a few moments, not so quietly because atsumu has the long lived habit of never knowing when to quite stop talking, until you’d reached the park. beneath a dying tree, the two of you sat and ate, watched the stars through the branches of the aged tree while atsumu explained you the ridiculous justification behind punching his brother earlier in the day during practice. after a while, he’d gotten the great idea of taking pictures together, despite the terrible lighting, obscure setting, and not the most fitting choice of outfits. 

you’re slightly lost in thought, and honestly atsumu is a little too fast for his own good, that you don’t notice him barreling towards you until he’s right before you. you’re too late, and suddenly he’s kneeling, arms wrapping around your thighs, lifting you up high. he leaves you with no choice but to quickly wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in close until your cheek is pressed to his. he holds you tight to him and you barely see the flash turn off before you’re lifting yourself up again, staring down at him with a fake scowl. 

“why would you do that?” you scold him, pinching at his arm as he drops you to your feet again. 

he mumbles a small ouch at your pinch, rubbing at his sore arm as he defends himself, “well ya weren’t doing the finger guns!”

“finger guns are stupid.”

“yer face is stupid.”

“your face is stupid.”

“like hell it is.” rather stupidly, atsumu spreads his arms wide, showcasing himself. “i’ve got so much to offer.” to humble him, you reach out, hand splaying on his stomach and fingers wiggling. he’s quick to react, curling in on himself slightly and grasping your wrist tightly, fixing you with a warning, cold stare. “do not.” 

you giggle wickedly, and wiggle your fingers again. atsumu shrieks, holding your wrist away from his stomach. 

it’s a good thing you’ve got two hands. 

it’s nearly two in the morning when he first yawns. unintentionally, guilt starts to creep up your spine, settling heavy on your shoulders and chest. atsumu notices, as he always does, but instead of mentioning it, he shuffles down on the bench, and leans slightly towards you until his head rests on your shoulder. with the feel of him against you once more, you will yourself to relax, and reach for the hand closest to you, intertwining your fingers with his.  

“yer so fun,” he mumbles, and you feel the vibrations from his voice. as he sighs contently, you finally do properly relax, and shuffle low until your head rests above his. 

“you are too,” you respond. “only when you’re not doing finger guns.” 

he scoffs. “ya love me ‘n my finger guns.” he lifts up a hand, and clicks his tongue as he motions a gun. jokingly, you slap at his hand, pushing it away. 

the wind whistles softly, calmly, and atsumu’s hair tickles your cheek. 

“i don’t wanna go home,” you admit with a small voice, smaller than you’d wish. 

atsumu presses himself closer to you, thumb tracing at the back of your hand. “we can jus’ stay here,” he offers. “sunrises are pretty.” 

you hum thoughtlessly. 

“we can watch it from my room too, if ya’d like.” 

your heart stills, and you swallow thickly. “you sure?” 

he nods. “you’ll always have a home with me.” it’s not an offer, but a fact. 

twisting your head, you place a kiss to the top of his head, the familiar scent of his shampoo overwhelming your senses for a moment. “i do love you and your finger guns,” you whisper against his hair, reveling in the loud laugh that leaves his lips as you twist your head back to rest it against his again. 

quietly, sincerely, you laugh with him. 

[sparkly-despair-imagines]

Hiii I really like your work and I saw that ur box is open, so I wanted to request something. Could I request the sdr2 boys having a pretty bad nightmare and going to their s/o for comfort please?

Bad dreams

I tried my best to come up with something decent but I'm having a huge writing block. This is possibly a part one? I don't know really. I'm a terrible mod 7-7 I only did Hajime and Nagito and it took forever so I decided to just post it already. Sorry, really.

Mod Dia

Hajime Hinata

Heavy breathing. Rain.

Whoever was chasing him was rapidly getting closer and closer...

He spotted you from afar, his hand reached out in your direction as he shouted for help.

Suddenly his vision started to blur. Hajime tried his best to continue running but a sharp pain to the side of his head threw him off his feet. He felt his body hit the floor and slowly everything started spinning.

(...)

It was raining heavily, it was a first on your stay on Jabberwock Island, the archipelago of everlasting summer. It was always so sunny and warm, it was nice to have a change of weather!

You were getting ready to go to bed when you heard someone shout your name from outside the dorm.

You opened the blinds and looked through the window. “Hajime?”

“Hey.” He gestured towards the door. “Could you please-”

“Oh, right.” You opened the door. “Come in.”

Your boyfriend didn’t seem to hear you, as he was still standing there, looking down and fidgeting with the umbrella handle.

“Did something happen?” You asked.

“This might seem stupid, but… No, it probably will.” He sighed. “I had a really bad dream and I just.. I didn’t want to be alone right now. I’m sorry for being so uncool.”

“Don’t worry.” You said. “You can stay with me as long as you want.”

“Really? I don’t want to bother you, s/o...”

“Don’t be silly...” You smiled. “I know nightmares can really get to you sometimes, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Even though Hajime was a bit hesitant at first, he gladly accepted your offer and entered your room.

He asked you if it was ok to take his shirt off as it was completely soaked.

You laughed and asked him how he managed to get so wet even with an umbrella.

His ears turned red and he started stuttering something but you ruffled his hair and told him it was ok then the two of you went to bed.

He planted a kiss on your forehead and watched as you quickly fell asleep snuggling against his chest, letting himself doze off as well not much after.

Nagito Komaeda

Blood stained the ultimate gymnast’s clothes.

Her eyes wide open, she tried to scream but no sound would come out.

Akane dropped to her knees and started sobbing... why..?

You never hurt a fly.

You got along with everyone, you had an amazing talent and were so humble and kind...

Your body was curled up on the floor, blood still oozing out of your head.

The lips which always displayed a sweet smile were now open in shock and would forever remain that way.

Still, she refused to believe you were dead. She couldn’t possibly have killed you, right? She didn’t mean to! It was impossible, right??

 

You were defending Nagito once again for something she deemed inexcusable.

She tried to ask you to shut up but you wouldn’t stop telling everyone how incredible of a person he is.

In a moment of rage, Akane hit you with the baseball bat she was holding, immediately regretting her actions.

Standing next to you was Nagito with an horrified expression.

The only person that mattered to him had been killed, once again.

He knew he shouldn’t have caught feelings for you... This always ends up happening.

He loved you so very much and now you had left him alone on this cruel killing game.

No hope could possibly come from your death, this murderer only managed to disgust him.

Despair filling his body, he grabbed the bat from Akane’s hand and swung it, hard- (...)

He woke up in a puddle of sweat, very startled and shaking, big wet tears streaming down his face.

He glanced over your body on the side of the bed, calming down in an instant.

You were sleeping next to him, safe and sound.

You were there, you were well.

You were alive.

He rolled to his side and embraced your body gently. “Thank you…”

You just need to stay with him. That’s all he needs.

[wannasoftimagine]

wanna one on a blind date

jisung

first thing he says to u is that u look amazing

always asks u in-depth questions abt stuff that you vaguely mention

asks if u want to split an appetizer instead of getting individual ones

compliments u on rlly small habits of urs that u thought no one noticed

links arms with urs leaving the restaurant

sungwoon

prob shows up half an hour early and reads a book while he waits and tries not to act nervous

accidentally says something hilarious and doesnt understand why u find it funny (he laughs along anyways bc he thinks ur laugh is cute)

orders the same thing as u but still insists that u try a bite of his

acts like every joke u tell is the best thing hes ever heard

makes dumb excuses to touch u or try and hold ur hand

minhyun

recommends food for u to try

asks u if u want him to order for u and checks to see if u seem nervous

prob pulls ur chair out for u and the whole deal

takes u out on a walk afterwards

points out different stars and asks which one u like the best

seongwoo

keeps telling jokes the entire time

“are you ever serious?”

“sometimes, but i like seeing you smile”

insists on paying at the end and refuses to split the bill

drives u home but takes a rlly long scenic route and uses the time to ask about ur future

jaehwan

acts confident but u can tell hes really nervous

accidentally orders something hes allergic to but tries to laugh it off

wants dessert but doesnt say anything until u guys leave the restaurant, so u stop by an ice cream parlor

accidentally gets some ice cream on ur nose

he tries to wipe it off but he keeps laughing so u put ice cream on his nose too and now neither of u can stop laughing

daniel

laughs the entire time

at first u think hes making fun of u but it turns out he genuinely thinks ure hilarious

tells u he thinks his cats would like u and for some reason tht makes u rlly happy

asks for ur number and tells u to text him when u get home so he knows u got back safe

texts u late at night tht he had fun and he hopes to see u again soon

jihoon

smiles whenever u agree with him on something

probably drops his fork but doesnt want to bother a waiter by asking for a new one

only does it bc u tell him u dont want him to get sick from a dirty fork (thatd be embarrassing)

tries to show u stuff hes good at, but he fails bc u make him really nervous

gets really surprised when u say ud want to go on another date with him and keeps asking if ure sure

woojin

stutters when hes introducing himself

has trouble looking u in the eyes the entire time

laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck

knocks his drink over and spills it on himself but pretends its not freezing cold

goes to the bathroom to give himself a pep talk but trips on the way back

jinyoung

gets rlly flustered if u catch him staring at u

asks u questions and watches u really intensely

its not creepy but it is a little embarrassing because he seems so interested in ur answers

blushes when he says goodbye and tries to give u a kiss on the cheek but he misses

hes so cute tht u indulge him and give him a quick peck on the nose and both of u smile the rest of the night

daehwi

keeps telling u how cute u are

offers u a bite of his food and pouts if u say no

asks to do the lovers shot with ur food but keeps giggling so u cant actually do it

leaves a big tip because “these poor waiters have it hard” and for some reason tht warms ur heart a little

wont stop saying how much fun he had

guanlin

ull be talking abt something and he smiles so big whenever u get excited

very easily impressed

u like dogs? thats the coolest thing hes ever heard. amazing. u guys have so much in common already wow how are u so interesting??

very humble abt his own talents but turns all smiley whenever u seem interested

teases u about stuff u say but does it so gently that u could never be upset by it