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forusomimiya · 9 months

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Hi! Hello! Love your work btw, hope you doing well.

Just wanted to ask if you could do a digital artist!vtuber!reader x Timeskip!Suna? It's totally k if you don't want to. And the plot is that reader is doing a 'draw with me' stream and Suna comes in and the fans go crazy over it?

Please and thank you. Oh! And if possible can I be tagged?

No, being an artist does not imply having to sell your life to work. You didn't want a life like that, full of obligations, commitments or a life that depended only on your followers. You wanted a healthy, strong, familiar community, where you were at ease and where your work was positively valued by all those who followed you.

Your first job spread like wildfire on social networks, hence your number of followers went up weekly, including followed by artists you really admired, something that helped you design more often and inspire you better. Later and without much thought, you decided to open an account on a digital platform where your content could help you receive income. Income that would help you with your future studies and material improvement.

<<What if you do weekly streams?>>

<<What?>> his words surprised you.

<<Yes, this way you can be closer to your followers and you can draw with them or talk about whatever you want. Like a closer get-together>>

<<Hmm, I hadn't even thought about that….>>

<<Well>> Suna turned to you after putting his phone on the bedside table and looked at you. <<I'm sorry to tell you that even though I'm hooked to my cell phone like a complete idiot most of the day, I'm still thinking about you and how to make you happier>>

<<Aww that´s so sweet Rinnie!>>

<<Yeah yeah go to sleep>> your pouting earned you a kiss on the forehead, with happiness welling up in your chest. The next day, you were already proposing the idea on twitter, and three months later you were still there, another morning meeting with your followers.

"So…" you remained silent, concentrated, going over the silhouette with a thicker pencil, changing colors, textures, adding light to the design… "This would be more or less the result, although some things need to be polished. You like it?" you explained showing the tablet to the camera and stopping to read the chat. You couldn't help but smile as you read comments from people complimenting your design or thanking you for being able to share it with them. "I'm so glad" you danced in your chair and rolling up your arms again, you went back to the task.

A sound outside the room startled you. Thinking nothing of it, you went back to your work until you heard a second knock closer to the door.

"Sorry guys, maybe it's my cat having one of his schizophrenic attacks" self convinced you were distracted again until the creak of the door opening caught you again. That "cat" almost six feet tall, holding a cup of what appeared to be tea by the smell, with tousled locks sticking out of his head and hooded eyes from possible lack of sleep after the previous night's game, wearing greyish old sweatpants shorts, and no shirt (error), entered the room almost stumbling until he approached you and appeared in the camera.

You didn't have time to slow down what was going to happen next.

"morning everyone" you should to ask him to leave because you didn't want anyone to see him, but you were lost in how beautiful he was even just waking up, thus remembering how much you loved him and shrinking him into a little man you wanted to cradle and care for in your arms right then and there.

Stupefied not knowing what to do, he smiled at you half asleep offering you the cup of tea, followed by a kiss on the forehead and a "don't forget to eat something" before turning back to the camera. "Be nice with her" he pointed his finger at the screen and promptly disappeared.

The chat was completely on fire.

12:56 👑teird0ll: EHAT WAS THAT 😳😳

12:56 edkillz: WHAT THE FJDKEDKLWSN

12:56 ⚜️alongthestar: EXCYSE ME!!??!

12:56 🔹👑yucutie_: nice cat

12:56 bluberriepies: RINTARO FUCKING SUNA AAAAAHHHHHHHH

12:56 m!lktea: think I’m gonna die for a while 🫠

12:56 ⚜️🔹melozy: oh

12:56 ⚜️🔹melozy: my

12:56 ⚜️🔹melozy: godness

12:56 dark__sun: NO WSY GUYS 😱

12:56 bbyitsyurs: I KNEW IT

12:56 👑dab4deeim: you two are so cute IM GONNA CRY 😭💕

12:56 ⚜️🔹okaaayletsgo: I think you have something to tell us 🤨

12:56 🔹yodel-ay-hee-hoo: I screamed and my mother came running into my room 👍🏻

The situation was so uncontrollable, you could only allow yourself to laugh and watch your boyfriend vacate the room as he disappeared down the hallway in the distance leaving you there, dumbfounded and with hundreds of fans demanding explanations.

An exception was made that morning: putting aside the tablet to make way for the story of how you and Rintaro Suna met, by an absolute majority vote.

Okay I’m just like AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Freaking out thinking of Suna standing there next to you, bare torso, slightly marked abs, (because he is thin and not a very muscular man), the long veins marked from his forearm to the back of his hands, disheveled hair, marks from the sheets on his back, just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thanks to @hannenomi for this idea, and I'm sorry it took me so long to write it. The best thing is that here it is!!! Hope you like it cutie 🥺🩵

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shadebloopnik · 2 months

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Finally for the first time tryin to draw this man

Just a lil doodle while in class.

Also had the sudden inspo bc of a lil thingy(AU? Would it still be considered AU if i dont plan to expand?). Ik Angel!Alastor AUs are a thing, at least i think so, so i decided to try it out a lil bit.

So tadaaa, Angelic Alastor. I cannot draw wings to save my life, so bear with me. I based the eye shapes and over all facial expressions on how i drew the first Alastor doodle, except its a teeny bit less sharp with less bolder lines. I shaped his hair somewhat the same for the top part, except a bit slicked back with a more windswept look. I imagine his hair would be white with red tips, with an overall white, and red color scheme, with a black collar standing out. He'd have the same red eyess, tho with whites surrounding it.

I gave him two wings, to maybe signify that he is above most angels, though below those such as the Seraphims and Archangels, at least in rank. I was a bit conflicted what to make his cane like(yea ofc im giving him a cane im not a monster). Originally i wanted to copy what his lil antlers looked like, as to be a simple staff, but ended up with that wider antler design. Idk.

Angelic Alastor wouldn't really be much different than Demon Alastor, except for the fact that he's better at hiding it all, at least he wants to. He's quite powerful amongst other angels, moreso than seraphims despite being of lower rank. Similarly to how he can melt in the shadows, as an angel, he can dissolve into the light. Haven't really cemented what exact type of angel he is, though i'd imagine he's still a bit of a recluse, preferring to go off alone to do as he wishes.

Angelic Alastor is every bit as mischievous as his demonic counterpart. He lives for the entertainment, and his humor's quite biting for a being of light. He's sharp and charming and witty, and quite rebellious as well. He's curious about different possibilities, and has never quite felt like he belonged among his "perfect" angelic peers. He knows he's imperfect, and that all those ideas would be considered blasphemous. So he remains quiet, under the radar even with his strength; all to escape the possibility of being persecuted.

Its what draws him to the Morningstar. Lucifer, the powerful archangel with a heart of gold and a mind filled with wonder. (Also to anyone who's seen my blog, yes ofc im inserting radioapple im weak) Despite their gap in rank, Lucifer never treated him any differently, and Alastor found himself treating the shorter angel as an equal. Their friendship was a bit odd perhaps for the others, considering how they'd often greet each other with playful jabs and teasing remarks, all quite informal and rather unruly. He was drawn to Lucifer's ideas, as was Luci to him, both relishing in the fact that they weren't alone, despite being different.

Lucifer had always been the louder dreamer. Though Alastor often agreed with his ideas, and sometimes egged him on, Al knew the risks and knew when to pull back. He was cautious where Lucifer took risks.

And y'all already know its Radioapple but what if we add Lilith to the mix-

Like imagine, Lucifer coming back to Alastor and gushing about the first woman, the taller man amused at his friend's lovesick expressions. Imagine him being acquainted with Lilith, and charmed as well by passion and hopes for change. He's weak for dreamers okay-

Like imagine him helping the two hide their relationship, being the most cautious of the 3. Imagine his heartbreak when the two gets sent to hell. Imagine Lilith and Lucifer holding him, stopping him from falling with them, because he cant do this without them please-

This may have gotten away from me a bit

Anyway, there's also a teeny doodle of biblically accurate Angelic Alastor(idk ehat to call them, but those forms Sera and Em have when they go 👁👁👁👁)

Idk if i'll ever do anytjing with this. I have a whole fic playing in my head but its very long with a whole lot of plot and idk if im strong enough-

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kedreeva · 1 year

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OK OK SO LISTEN OK HEAR ME OUT I AM VERY VERY MUCH WELL ON MY EAY TO ACTUALLY WATCHING THIS BIT H OF A SHOW JUST BECAUSE EVERY TIME YOU TELL ME MORE ABOUT IT the broken ass fucking thing in ny brain that controls my serotonin levels goes _Ping_ and i get to experience The Happy but LISTEN here the fucking issue ive got an absolute bitch of an executive dysfunction and main issue: everything i know about thr show and everything that makes my brain go HYPERFIXATION TIME is shit from like,, the last 2 seasons ig mostly and like on a Theoretical fucking level i am well aware that once i start watching ill start enjoying it from the first coupke episodes (whatever deity may or may not be out there ought to just strike me down already at this point my previous self from like 5 years ago would strangle me if that fucker knew ehat our stupid bitch of a brain latched to amd decided to sing praises to in the end) but like The Things that currently have me in the headlock when it comes to the damned show Wont be There yet and even though i logically know it doesnt matter cause ill enjoy the rest too stupid piece of shit brain goes "must watch 2 seasons just to get there? Must watch 2 seasins to get to the Serotonin? Not in this energy crisis" so im Stuck unable to Watch it and Wanting to and reading and looking at SO much fucking fancontent cause goddamn the fucking fandom is talented fuck yall

Also i really appreciate your offer regarding the poll its v sweet of you but unfortunately its got a local target audience since its for a project that will begin at a local stage (and if i get my way slowly grow bigger until it reaches nationwide level but yeah v low hopes for it to get that far) and also since the whole project thing is basically a part of a far larger project thing with lots of smaller teams like us and shit and the reason im part of the whole shebang is that a professor of mine decided to place me on her team without even asking ive gotta make the poll using my Proper™ account which not only means sharing my deadname but also my last name (in short my whole legal name) so yeah big fucking mess thats going to shit anyway but i really appreciate the intention its v sweet (also as you hopefully have figured out i am VERY shit at explaining anything on a manner that makes sense but also im my defence it Is currently 3am where i am so yeah id like to throw a teeny bit of the blame for my inability to communicate on that)

Go to SLEEP.

But before you do I need you to look me in the fucking eyes, and understand this: season 1 is absolutely fantastic. Season 1 is still my favorite season. Not only do you get to meet all the amazing characters as babies, but the plots.... oh, the plots. oh. the storylines in season 1 are all fucking gorgeous, Delightful.

okayokay, listen. listen.

I gotta calm down a second because season 1 is so good, but listen

Season 1 does something that's so incredibly difficult to pull off, and not only did they pull it off, they pulled it off with flying colors. They told three narratives that were all part of one narrative, expertly braiding them together until suddenly they have all come together and everything crescendos and hhhhhh it's bliss. It's fucking bliss.

You have the first plot, and that's a kid's adventure plot. It is the genre of plot where you have a bunch of kids who get into a supernatural shenanigan with a New Friend, completely under the noses of the oblivious adults. This is some ET shit, some Earth to Echo shit. They've got to hide their New Weird Friend from the adults, and they are the ONLY ONES capable of saving her. High Child Adventure Time. They're riding their bikes and yelling over their radios and doing things only children would think to do in an attempt to keep El safe.

Then you have the second plot, with Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve (and arguably tommy and carol). This is a teenage monster horror flick w/ bonus romance. This is "one of the teenagers got killed/taken by a monster and the rest of the teens have to survive/cope with it/hunt the monster down together" genre. Nancy and Steve are busy getting into romance and then crashing and burning it because Nancy knows there's monsters and Steve has no idea, but Jonathan knows there's monsters, and now they're teaming up to fight back right up until Steve crash lands in the middle of the event and picks up the nailbat the first time. Delightful, you have to understand. You have to know. The first time Steve weilds the nailbat, he twirls it. And that twirl is.... fucking everything. That twirl lives rent free in my head for eternity.

You have to understand. This entire scene leading up to this is pure fucking gold. Steve is beat the fuck up after picking a fight with Jonathan (and losing), and he's come over to Jonathan's house to apologize to him, because he realized he's been an asshole. Who DOES that first of all. Second of all, this is AFTER he went and made amends with the theater he and tommy and carol defaced to be mean to nancy, and before he's apologized to nancy herself; he's coming to jonathan's house, alone, at night, to apologize to Jonathan, not because he knows Nancy is there, but because it's the right thing to do.

And then Nancy opens the door and okay, he had guessed they were... a thing, maybe, so that's not totally unexpected, but then he sees her hand. He sees the bandage on her hand, the blood they were using to draw the monster, and he has NO IDEA monsters exist still. He pushes into the house because he thinks Jonathan hurt Nancy, only to find Jonathan is also sporting a bandage, and also there's like. weapons all over the fucking place and christmas lights and Nancy's yelling at him to leave and she pulls a fucking gun on him and tells him he has 5 seconds to gtfo, and as if that wasn't enough, a literal monster claws through the ceiling, drops down and starts trying to eat them all. Nancy's firing a gun at it right up until Jonathan grabs her around the middle and bodily hauls her away from danger, grabs Steve's hand with his other hand, and hauls his partners down the hall to safety.

Down the hall where, you know, he and Nancy put a fucking bear trap on the ground. A bear trap steve does not know about but when Jonathan yells JUMP, do you know. Steve doesn't even stop to ask how high. he just fucking jumps. He's freaking out and the monster seems to disappear and they tell him to leave because it's going to come back and he makes it all the way to his car before realizing... he can't fucking leave them there. so he goes charging right back into danger, and good fucking thing too, because Jonathan's been disarmed and nancy's out of bullets and the demogorgon is still coming after her, and Steve gets there just in time to scoop up Jonathans nailbat (which FYI, was made from Nancy's bat, with Jonathan's nails, and now Steve wields it, as if I NEEDED OT3 feels) and start wailing on the monster until it's beaten back into the trap and they can set it on fire.

LIKE. SEASON 1 JUST HAS THAT???

and then!!! there's also the ADULT plotline, which is of the government conspiracy theory genre, as Joyce refuses to believe her son Will is dead and Hopper doesn't agree until actually he finds out she's RIGHT and the corpse was a FAKE and then HE is in on it and they are desperately trying to figure out what the fuck the LAB was doing with all its secrets.

And Delightful.... I have to say. Watching these three plotlines converge.... I've watched the first season dozens of times by this point. Chef's kiss. They all come together and realize they've all been dealing with facets of the same problem, and they move forward together to save Will and take down the monster and the lab that caused the problem. Oh my GOD.

And that's not even speaking of the characters. You will be adopting every child. Season 1 mike is the best mike. I would kill for season 1 nancy but she's got it covered. Season 1 Steve shows you his capacity for being a bitch, which is WHY the later seasons are so amazing with him being a good guy. You have to be able to remember the moment he took Jonathan's camera from him, jonathan's most prized possession, probably the most expensive and difficult to replace thing Jonathan owns, and smashes it on the pavement. You have to experience him writing (or allowing Tommy to write) "Nancy Wheeler is a SLUT" on the movie theater announcement board on main street. You have to see him shove Jonathan and say "always figured you for a queer" in order to understand how far he's come when he sits on the bathroom floor with Robin and softly says "oh." and still looks at her like she hung the moon. You have to see how much the kids care about each other when they are all in one place or you will never survive the catty nonsense they go through in season 3. SEASON 1 MATTERS SO MUCH.

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There's SO MUCH about season 1!!! I'm supposed to be writing stories right now, so I'm gonna leave it here but please know you will not be slogging through 2 seasons to get to 3 and 4. You'll be watching the best season, a good season, and then arrive at when the plot kind of sucks but the characters have a chokehold on your heart so it doesn't matter.

#stranger things #asks #anon asks #Anon (Delightful)

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romeulusroy · 4 years

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Regret (Dick Grayson Drabble)

Character/s: Dick

Word Count: 740

Requested: anon

Word Prompt/s: Relief, Tangle

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt

A/N: Thank you for requesting my love!!! I’m so sorry about the wait!!! I always feel like there are some characters I just can't write well, and I feel like Dick in one of them. No matter ehat, idk, I just feel like I write things for him that are out of character? Maybe it's just me and I'm worrying too much lol. Anyways, I hope you’re staying safe, looking after yourself, and I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

~ FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. ~

MINI FIC REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

It was a mistake. One after another, the pieces falling perfectly into place. One bad decision after another until you ended up here, hungover, yeah pounding, searching for your left shoe, trying not to wake him. He stirred beneath the sheets, his body tangled, nude, shifting every so often to avoid the stream of the rising sun in his face. He seemed almost peaceful, relieved, lost in his own deep sleep, his hair disheveled, a shadow of stubble dotting his chin and cheeks. His chest rising softly, evenly. If you didn't know any better, this would have seemed like a memory, hazy, something your teenage self could have only dreamed of. Imagined by a starry eyed kid stuck in your puppy - love phase. He was serene, almost angelic, and you hoped he stayed that way long enough for you to find your things and get out without a scene.

You never should have gone to see him. You questioned why you'd even agreed in the first place, knowing he'd be there, that when you were around him, you never made the right decisions. Drunk on something old, a hope for something that would never exist, that shouldn't. Some feelings should be followed, nurtured, others should be ignored, neglected. This was one of them. Leave it to collect rust, to starve. It was dangerous, making you needy, hungry, forgetting how much time and effort you put into moving on, becoming a different person, one that didn't need him to know your worth.

But you said yes, falling back into old habits. Picking out something nice for him, in his favorite color, hoping he'd notice. You were fashionably late, hoping he was waiting for you, excited when the elevator doors opened, disappointed when it wasn't you. You hoped, but you never knew, you could never tell with him. Part of the reason he drove you wild. Behind those deep brown eyes was a world you never found the key to. If you impressed him enough, caught his attention, maybe one day he'd let you in. Until then, he handed you a drink, laughing half-heartedly at how long it's been since you'd seen one another. Even in a crowded room, it felt as if he only saw you, giving you his full attention. You missed this feeling, being his whole world, listening to the mundane details of your life without a cape and spandex.

An old flame, a childhood crush, another dumb boy to fall for and move on from. Met when you were young, dumb, fearless. Unafraid of your mortality. You wanted more, you wanted a sense of normalcy, but he didn't. The relationship didn't fail solely because of that, but it didn't help. It wasn't a dramatic ending. It never consisted of screaming fits or bowen objects, you'd never cursed one another out. There was still a heat, a passion between you, even when you drifted, acknowledging it could never work between you two. You missed him greatly those months alone. He was all you ever thought about. The more your cup filled, the more you found yourself telling him this, spilling your secrets down the front of your best clothes, unable to stop. He'd been drinking just as much, saying the same amount, all about the regret he felt the second you were apart. So many years later, lifetimes, it still made him burn.

There weren't a lot of things he let get to him, but losing you was a mistake he'd never forgive himself for.

You weren't sure how you'd gotten there, how talking had turned into locking the door, running your hands through his hair, over his skin, pulling off his shirt. You weren't sure how talking had become waking up in bed with him, waves of nausea overcoming you, your eyes screaming in the light. When Dick woke up you were gone, the only sign you were ever there were the dents in the pillows beside him, the cup on the table, no doubt empty. Groggy, memories misplaced, he remembered just as much as you did. No amount of alcohol could make him forget. He let you get away once. This was his last chance to show you, tell you just how much he missed you, how he's grown, that now there was a chance things could work out. Instead he acted the same way he had as a teenager. Careless, stupid, reckless, ruining everything.

Again.

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fvrxdrm · 4 years

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Prove It

Leon x Reader

Movie: RE: Vendetta

Warnings: Smut/Cussing/Blood and Gore/ Probably sucks 'cause it's my first time/ Long

"Y/N!" The mutated monster threw you of the building you were currently on. This was it. You were going to die after years of fighting off real life nightmares. That was until you landed on something but it wasn't concrete. You didn't splat.

"Thanks for the save"

"No problem. Can't let our favorite agent die now can we?" D.C. replied through the radio.

Scanning through the plane you found a grappling hook just sitting on the floor waiting to be used. Perfect.

"Nadia, cover me. I'm going back there"

"Roger that, Y/N"

Nadia positioned herself at the entrance of the plane on her stomach with a gun in front of her.

"D.C., position the entrance facing Arias"

"Copy"

The plane rose up as it turned for the opening to face the mutated Arias.

"I am going to spill your guts all over" Arias' claws grew longer and sharper slightly caressing Leon's stubble.

"No time for shaving off beards, partner! Yeehaw!" You grappled your hook on an edge of the building and threw yourself, not forgetting to kick Arias on the face and grabbing Leon off of Arias' grasp. A white light struck Arias and the neighbouring buildings causing you to squint your eyes and fall down.

"You okay?" You breathlessly asked Leon who also fell beside you.

"I should be the one asking you that"

Glenn ran, jumped off the building and grasped to the left wing of the plane causing it to slightly spin.

"Shit" Nadia mumbled a cursed.

After the monster was kind of comfortable to do something else he grew his claws again passing through the plane, stabbing Nadia in the process. There was a roar all of a sudden, something coming from an engine. It was Leon on his bike, ready to do whatever he planned to do. He rode off and jumped his bike as it smashed through balcony to hit Arias.

Leon drew his gun "Catch!" and shot the motorcycle causing it to explode and detach a part of the beast's body. Arias lost contact with the plane and fell off but it didn't end there. He grew his deadly claws again and grasped to a building and the plane.

You grabbed a gun and ran off to the edge of the building where you can see Arias.

"Bye, dad", you whispered to yourself and pulled the trigger. It was gruesome. Blood everywhere with the bits and pieces that were once part of your dad's body together with a wedding ring.

You never even noticed a tear slipped through your cheek until a hand was put on your shoulder. You wiped off the tear and turned around to see Leon with concerned eyes.

"You alright"

"Yeah, I'm okay it's just...it shouldn't end like this. I never thought that I would meet my dad this or even thought of having a dad like him"

Leon didn't say anything else and just pulled you in a rather comforting hug. Grasping the back of his jacket tighter, burying your head on his chest as you sobbed harder. Him caressing your hair while kissing the top of your head. His actions were enough to calm you down a bit and cause you to flatter.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

You held onto your left torso as you watched Rebecca inhaling and exhaling the vaccine that would help her turn back into a normal human. When veins returned to being invisible, eyes turn back to their natural color she looked at you and Chris and gaveyou both a weak thumbs up. The plane rose up to where you were. Nadia pressing her hand to where she was stabbed and D.C. saluting you...kinda. Anyways, Leon walked up beside you with his left hand holding his right arm.

"One more thing left to do"

"So, let's do it"

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

The vaccine was deployed around the city, removing the virus from each of the citizens' body.

"And once again, we find ourselves back where we started" Rebecca broke off the silence that was surrounding the plane.

"Yeah. Kind of. First I want my naturally wavy hair back, my top, my shorts, and my cardigan back, these earrings off, this stupid dress off, this cakey makeup off, and these fucking heels off" you retorted furiously at what that asshole made you wear.

"You look great in straight hair" Rebecca chuckled lightly at you.

"Um...do you know how much I took care of my hair only to be ironed like a million times? My hair's already damaged!"

Leon ran his fingers through your hair.

"Looks and feels healthy to me" he stated.

"Whatever"

"We got the bad guys. Hope we made the world a little safer"

"Yeah. I finally met my dad. Ended up brutally killing him. I don't know if I'll ever forgive him for killing my mom and now...attempted to kill all...even his own daughter"

You felt Leon's hand on your shoulder giving it a little squeeze.

"Just take your time. It'll be alright"

You placed your hand on top of his and smiled sadly at him.

"Yeah, thanks"

Silence surrounded us again until Leon spoke.

"Hey, Chris!"

Chris turned his head to Leon's direction.

"How much longer can we going on like this?"

"I don't know...I never make plans that far ahead"

Leon smiled at shook his head at how Chris retorted back what Leon said at the bar.

Rebecca and I looked at each other and smiled at how they were starting to grow on each other

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The next day, You were writing a report when a knock was heard on your door. You looked through the peephole and saw Leon standing there with his hands in his pockets. Opening the door, Leon pulled his head up to look at you. He was flustered and he seemed nervous.

"Hey, Leon! Come in"

You stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind you.

"Do you want anything? Water?"

"No, I just came here to talk to you"

"About?"

"Um..."

"Leon, just spill it"

"I love you!"

"What? But you already established that you don't have feelings for me"

"I know, I just"

"Leon, you can't just toy my feelings around. You said it already. You're in love with Ada ever since you met her back in Raccoon City. You can't just say you love me just because Ada isn't around"

"I'm not. I asked Chris for help and that's when I found out I was just blocking off my true feelings for you. I don't love Ada. Heck, I don't even like her that much. I just thought that I had feelings for her when she kissed me back in that cable car. It's dumb. I've been really complicated since then. But after everything that we've both been through, it's hard not to think about you anymore. I've tried to stop it but I just can't. Y/N I really really...really love you"

There was silence between the two of you for a second until you stepped a little closer but still far from feeling his breath.

"Prove it"

He didn't waste his time and closed the gap between the two of you. He cupped your cheek and passionately kissed you. You put one hand on his chest while the other slid up from his shoulder and onto the nape of his neck. His left hand slowly slid down from your waist and grasped your ass. You gasped at the sudden action and he took this opportunity to slide his tongue. Your tongues fought for dominance and the kiss was growing heated every second. You removed your jacket and threw it without caring since you'll find it later anyway but for now, you just focus on ehat was currently happening. He removed his jacket also not long after, tossing it just beside to where jacket laid. You pulled him closer and he pinned you to a nearby wall while wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips parted from yours and started kissing your jawline, your neck and down to your collarbone. You started gasping at how gentle his touch was.

Sure he may be one to be really hard and aggressive when it comes to enemies but when it comes to this type of stuff, it would feel like a feather was caressing you.

You ran your fingers through his as your left hand held on to his shoulder for dear life. It feels rather...amazing. Perfect to be exact. He found your sweet spot and started licking, biting and sucking it, making sure to leave a very visible mark for everyone to see.

Once he was satisfied, he put you down and started kissing you again but there was something more in it. Lust. You were both experienced, that's for sure, but it felt like it was your first time again.

He pulled away for a second and looked directly into your E/C eyes.

"You sure you want to do this?" He softly asked.

It's something like this he does that make you fall in love with him even more. He wasn't demanding when it comes to sensitive topics like sex. If you were okay with being rough then he'll go for it but otherwise he'll make sure to be tender. If you want to do it he'll go for it if not then he won't force you to it.

"Yeah. I want you"

He closed the gap again while heading to your bedroom. It was a struggle really. Bumping into things. You were sure you'll get a couple bruises because of it.

Once you got to your bedroom you closed the door behind you. He intertwined your fingers together and held them above your head. He was back on kissing your neck again.

Getting impatient, you slid your hands down and held onto the hem of his shirt. You broke the kiss and pulled his shirt off revealing his toned torso.

You gently pushed him to your bed while you got on top of him. You copied his previous actions and kissed his jawline, neck and collarbone. You also made sure to mark him yours by biting, licking and sucking his weak spot. It was gratifying to hear his groans and gasps as he becomes weak into your touch. He held onto your hair as you continued to lick down from his chest, abdomen and finally to his v line.

He pulled you up again to meet your lips. He caressed your hips and then ran his hands under your tank top, pulling it up to remove the the piece of clothing and tossed it somewhere in the room. You resumed your make out session while his hands roamed around your body until he reached the clasps of your bra and unclasped them, letting them fall down your arms.

He flipped the both of so he now was the one on top and started leaving wet kisses throughout your chest. He moved to suck on one of the buds leaving you weak under him. You tugged his hair and dug yourself further onto the pillow under you.

"Leon" you breathlessy moaned at the attention your chest was receiving. Your core grew more heated and you started sweating more. He groaned at how you said his name. In all honesty, he likes--no--loves it when you call his name. May it be to comfort him, argue with him, or even just normal conversations but this one, he found it foreign yet really arousing at the same time. It sent a jolt down to his manhood.

He removed his mouth from your nipple and did the same thing to the other one.

You have to be dreaming, right?

Last time that you checked you saw him and Ada kissing. It's either that or-

"Ah, fuck!" You didn't even notice Leon already removed your pants and underwear and was already licking your slit. You held onto his tighter as he began to nibbling and licking your clit.

"L-leon, shit!" Again, he groaned at the mention of his name and you felt the vibration to your core sending you off the edge. He licked off your juices and then climbed up to your eye level. He connected your lips again, the parting and meeting of your lips breaking off the silence together with gasping and panting from the both of you. He took his time exploring every inch of your body. It made you feel loved, protected, safe, something you didn't know you were wanting for a while. You glided your hands through his torso and to where the belt of his pants were, quickly unbuckling it. He sat up and removed the button and unzipped his pants, too slow for your liking. You quickly sat up and wuickly pulled his pants down together with his boxers revealing his *cough* long, hard and throbbing dick. A nice sight to see actually.

"Desperate are we?"

"It's not like you aren't either"

He pulled you again for another kiss and settled you down on the bed again.

"You ready"

"Ready when you are" you stared up to the ceiling as he steadied himself to your entrance. Once he entered inside of you, you gasped at how big he felt, bigger than how it looked like you fluttered your eyes shut and curled your toes. Leon groaned at how tight you were. He let you adjust to his size before slowly moving in and out of you. He took your hands and intertwined them together above your head just like before before slowly picking up his pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist helping him push deeper into you.

"Fuck, f-faster, Leon"

He placed a quick peck on your lips before moving thrusting faster. The air smelled of sex, skin slapping, profusely sweating, groans, grunts and moans leaving your lips. You grasped tighter to his hands while screaming profanities and his name over and over again. It was music to his ears. He wanted it. He loved it. He leaned down to your lips and kissed you hungrily again. It was hard to keep up to the motion of his lips because of the pleasure he was giving and the attention your sex was receiving. You leaned back and he started kissing your neck. Then there was this feeling of a knot forming inside of you.

"I'm gonna come"

"Do it with me" you nodded in response.

You hissed, moaned and screamed as his thrusts became faster and deeper than possible. Fuck, you haven't had this feeling ever. Sure you had sex before but it wasn't like this. Those felt wrong to you and this? This felt really right.

His thrusts became sloppy and not long after he released his seed inside of you and you followed suit. He rested slowly dropped his body on top of you, careful not to put all of his weight on you. You were both breathless and tired. Both processing what just happened.

Using all of his energy that was left, he pushed himsilf up fell beside you and you closer to him while you rest your head on his chest and placed an arm on his abdomen.

"Have I proven it already?"

"Yeah, you did" you gave him a quick peck on his lips before drifting of to dreamland.

The end.

LOL this was long. Now I'm lazy to read it all over. If there's any grammatical error just message me.

#leonkennedy #vendetta #leonxreader #smut #lol #LEONKENNEDYISFUCKINGSEXY

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xlostinobsessionsx · 4 years

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T@gged

I was tagged by @anotherobsessedfangirl

Thank you 💜

1. Are you named after anyone?

Sadly not. I wish I would have a more unique name, tbh. But I still like my name. ☺️

2 . When was the last time you cried?

Probably last week. I'm really emotional!

3. do you have kids?

Nope.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Definitely yes.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hard one. Optically probably the smile and when it comes to the personal aspects then probably their mood.

6. Ehat's your eye color?

Green/blue, but more green than blue.

7. scary movie or happy ending?

Definitely happy ending. I hate scary movies! 😖

8. Any special talent?

Don't think so. 🤔

9. what country were you born in?

Germany.

10. What are your hobbies?

Watching movies/tv shows (I'm a real nerd when it comed to those), reading, hanging out with friends

11. Fo you have any pets?

Two cute bunnies. 🐇😍

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

I did a lot of sports when I was younger. Gymnastics, dancing, swimming, horse riding, volleyball.

13. How tall are you?

1,65 cm/5"5

14. Gavorite subject(s) in school?

English & Psychology

15. Dream job?

Writer or something creative on a movie set bc I'm such a movie nerd 😅

I tag @mycrimsonsparrow and @screaming-like-a-siren

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fleetingblossomofthedawn · 5 years

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ABCs of your OCs: A, G, H, and P for Kiyo, A, E, H, and T for Saga? If you don't mind...

Of course I don’t mind, I’m super happy you are still so interested in my OCs @fierce-little-miana! I’ll do my best for you! Let’s see..

Kiyo

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Her natural abilities would be intangibility and invisibility.

2. what activities have they participated in?

Okay the only thing close to an activity in school terms would be taking care of the shrine she grew up at.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

From a young age she was trained in hand-to-hand-combat styles as well as acrobatics. She mixes these skills with her natural abilities.

4. what things are they bad at?

Kiyo can not swim very well and is in fact afraid of water, because she almost drowned as a child.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

I think her most impressive talent is how she is able to bring out the best in other people.

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature?

Her eyes are definitely captivating.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

Her sweet enthusiasm and cheerful persona.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

Apart from the fact that she can sneak into every candy store and rob it for you two without being noticed, she is a loyal friend who will never give up on you and help you be the best person you can be.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

Kiyo actually likes her petite stature a lot and also other people would say her eyes are beautiful, she doesn’t like her eyes and wishes she could change their color.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

She envies everyone with a normal eye color

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Her room would be moderately hot but always cozy.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

She doesn’t really prefer either and loves all seasons for what they are.

3. do they like the snow?

Kiyo loves snow and luckily since she grew up in a mountain village there was always plenty of snow in winter for her.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Summer is the time for getting up early and watch the sunrise and go flower picking afterwards.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Just like a certain favourite of ours she likes to make snowbunnies and roasted chestnuts.

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait?

In my opinion her best character traits are definitely her kindness and optimism that drive her to see the best in people and helping wherever she can, never giving up on someone.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

Easily what I mentioned above can also be her worst character trait because she is often naive and pretty guillble.

3. what of their personality do others love?

Most people find her childlike innocence and unshakeable faith in the good in people endearing.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

I think her determination is definitely something other characters in the story might be envious about a bit.

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

As the story progresses Kiyo realizes her own naivety and so it sort of becomes something she hates about herself, or rather she blames herself for being so naive. What she would hate about other people would be if they are selfish, never take responsibility or use other’s for their personal gain.

Saga

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

He has a natural talent for riding.

2. what activities have they participated in?

As befitting the son of a noble family he was educated and trained from a young age in swordsmanship, marksmanship and other martial arts, warfare, politics, philosophy and the arts.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

His education and the effort he put in his lessons himself made him an outstanding warrior and commander as well as a capable and savvy ruler.

4. what things are they bad at?

Although he loves music, he is actually a terrible musician but will still sing and play his instrument when he needs to relax, much to the dread of everyone else in the castle.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

He is a genius when it comes to battle tactics.

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Actually yes, the good as well as the bad stuff. For example Saga thrives for order and thus will make sure he does things the right and orderly way. Similarly his inner turmoil often shows in his mercurial temper and outbursts.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

Although Saga is a big fan order and tradition, he is more of an nonconformist and has proven so multiple times, for example in his choice of lovers and the decision to stay unmarried, despite his general’s and advisor’s pleas to take a wife and father children of his own to secure the succession.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

Saga’s whole story basically starts with him basically doing his own thing.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Saga would keep himself moderately informed, if he had access to internet.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

Saga doesn’t care much what others think of him, so he is just himself and lets the people figure out the rest.

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

For reasons, Saga likes his room really hot, to the point that others can barely stand the ehat while Saga is still wearing several layers of clothes and still complaining that he is cold.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

He prefers summer, but autumn is actually his favourite season.

3. do they like the snow?

*Scoffs* NO

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Summer country rides, attending festivals and watching fireworks on a long summer night.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Does barricading yourself in your room while cuddling into a blanket and drinking tea count? Because he is not going to get out into the winter hell if he can avoid it.

T: Truth 1. are they honest?

Surprisingly, yes! Saga strongly believes if people were more honest and open with each other everyone would benefit from it, so he himself is honest and frank most of the time. However if he is asked about a subject he really doesn’t want to talk about he prefers to end the conversation instead of lying. When it comes to battle tactics however, he will certainly use bluffs and ingenuine tactics to win.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

Well it’s not a natural talent of his, but a certain incident in the past made him more distrustful of others, so he had to learn to tell if someone is lying and is now rather good at it.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

On the rare occasions he is actually lying it will not be too obvious for others but pretty clear for those close to him.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

Just once, and to someone he held very dear, which makes it only worse.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

No need for that because no one lives long enough to spread truths against his will.

Wow, that was long! But it was actually a very good chance to think a bit more about these two, so thank you very much for asking @fierce-little-miana! （＾ω＾）

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softly-mossy · 5 years

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i like 2 things about myself. ok 3. i like ehat color my eyes are. i like my hair. and i like my freckles. but everything else is bullshit. stupid ass name stupid ass body build dumb stupid skinny twig arms and legs. idiot child brain. i wish i was a. idk. literally anything but this. a fucking eel in the ocean. a peaceful firefly in the summer. instead i am known and exist as a stupid amalgam of fuckery that likes to stick their fingers in fire and do shit they know hurrts and is bad and harmful but does it anyways to give a semblance of destruction to the mortal vessel they inhabit.

"oh fuck off it's not that deep" it IS that deep i despise this. the way i think and act and speak and behave anf all that shiet. "u got a nice heart" that's pretty much it but that's not gonna really help me get a sustainable job and live what remainder of my lifespan i seem to have stuck around for in the time being. being nice isn't gonna help me finish college or be able to function on my own.

gid fuck existing im sitting on the asphalt in the rain at walmart to see if i melt

#havin a crisis in th walmart parkin lot yeah boys ywah fellza yeah dudes !#god i am angery but just at myself

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bookishniqabibookworm · 4 years

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December 30th 2019

From the book I will never write:

Nothing has meaning anymore he thought to himself. Nothing at all. He was staring at his document. Not a single word was written since that night happened. That night that feels like it just happened. As if the wounds he felt were fresh. But, In fact that night happen months ago. In his hometown. He ran his fingers through his jet black hair. Fixed his glasses. A started back at the screen. Time seemed to pass. Tick tock. Tick tock. Words weren’t formulating, there was nothing left in him. Except a broken peices of glass. He has a deadline due at the end of the month. He kept on extending it. for the last couple hoping he would some how come to his senses. But apprently, that didn’t happen yet.

All he goes back to is that night, he-- he asked her to come with him to New York. He knew it was a risk, he knew he was being selfish. Asking her to leave everything and everyone and move with him to a place they’ve only visited a couple times, They even stayed togetor through college/university. But it was this move, this move from Pennsylvania: a small town in PA, to New York would be their breaking point. They taught they would be together forever. That night, she said no. She told him that she didn’t want to leave, but instead of asking him to stay she told him to go and chase his dreams. His throat starts to close when he rememers how she at that momment gave him back the promise ring.She broke up with him in her parents bookstore. After they have been together for more than 10 years. He left that night. Maybe it was a mistake. No he KNEW it was a mistake.

He looks at the time, 10:00 pm. If he leaves now he could make it before the bookstore closes. Is he really doing this? He closed his eyes. Yes he is. Going through his room he finds the ring, slips it into his pocket and grabs a random bag that has stuff in it, shoving thr laptop in the bag. He runs out of his apartment and to his car. Then he drives the night away.

1:00 am he pulls up the parking lot. The bookstore is still open. Taking a couple od deep breaths to ground himself. He hasn’t been back here since he left 6 months ago. Taking a depe breath in he opens car door and walks into the bookshop. The door rings with a chime when he enters in. No one is at the counter. He walks to the back trying to gather some courage. As he looks at the stack memories slowly come back to him. confessions of love, secret smiles that were shared, kisses between the stacks that got lost on pages. Then he sees her.

She grew out her small brown bob. Now, her hair reaches atleast midback.

and even after all this time she is breathtaking.

He grabs a couple books, then walks up slowly to the register. Her back is facing him. He hears their song playing in the backround as if this momment was written in the stars.

He breaths out once. Rings the bell and then she turns around.

“How may I...” she stops when she saw those brown eyes. Those brown eyes that aren't just brown but chocolate honey. Her heart pounding out of her chest . She honestly thought she would never see him again. But here he is in the flesh.

“Hi.” he said. They both are staring at each other as if they have seen a ghost. It is because they have.

“I miss you- I’m sorry. I Know- but nothing is the same. Wrtitng isn’t the same without you. The moon ins’t the same without you. Hell, coffee isn’t even the same without you. I have no right to come back here. After 6 months. I should have came back that night, but I was stupid. I still am stupid. I don’t want to live in New York if it isn’t with you. If I can’t have you then its my own fault.” He said as he held her gaze.

“ I didn’t want to be the one holding you back. I was the reason you stayed here in Pennsylvania and you didn’t go to Chicago where you were accepted into the best writing program in the countrey. But I couldn’t do that to you again. So I let you go and you know what I regretted it everyday for the last 6 months because you were meant to be mine. But, If you love someone/something set it free and if it comes back to you it was meant to be. So I was a fool. Hoping that statement would be true. I have a question... did you met someone new?” She sais, hiding her head behing a book. He was here, He was here.

“No. I couldn’t ever.”

Micheal wandered to the bookstore to see what was keeping his daugter so late. As if latley she has been fragile. She did something that she didn’t want to do but did beacuse she thought it would be for the best. It was 2 am now. He saw the light open and looked through the window. There she was with him. Micheal smile. He knew that they wouldn’t been able to stay away from each other. Then Miacheal saw him drop on one knee and the boy held out a ring and there she was stunned. Micheal gasped loudley that two heads turned to him. He gave them a thumbs up and headed home.

“So?” he asked after her dad left. “You..., we are meant to be.” He looked at her.

She shook her head yes. “What about your home? NY? Writing?”

He hugged her and whispred. “Home is wherever you are, I can write from here also and NY? It isn’t ehat I thought it would be.”

Everything has meaning now. Everything. It is as of they both saw the world in color once more.

-From the book I will never write.//S.J//@bookishniqabibookworm

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lexxfics · 7 years

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Rain | A Seventeen Oneshot

Synopsis: When catching her crush kissing someone, she can't help but run - run straight into the rain.

The rain gently hit our heads as we stared at each other, speechless. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, making sure not to let me go. I couldn't help but stare at the man in front of me, wondering...why. Tears still fell from my face, masked from the water drenching us both. I just wished that he would leave me alone. Leave me to live my life, one without these feelings. But I knew it was too good to be true.

My alarm annoyingly beeped me awake, disrupting my sleep. I groaned and tried to stifle the sound with my pillow but it wasn't going to give up that easily. Whining, I bolted up and smashed my hand against the off button. Great, Monday. My favorite day of the week.

Debating whether or not to leave my warm, inviting bed, the sounds of my mother yelling my name made me decide not to dawdle any longer. I hurriedly climbed out of my covers and went downstairs, eating the breakfast my mother made for me. I mumbled a thanks as I shoved the food in my mouth, leaving no room to breathe. She sighed.

"Can't you be a little more ladylike as you eat?" She asked, giving me 'the look'. I stopped to glance up at her.

"Shhhhhhh, I'm ehating," I said, mouthful of food - the exact opposite of what my mother just asked of me. She rolled her eyes and stopped her attempts. I couldn't help but smile a little at the victory. After about 5 minutes, I quickly ran back upstairs and got ready for school. I hopped in the shower and let the water run over my body. I loved the feeling. The hot pellets hitting my head, gently massaging my scalp as it ran down over my face. I sighed in bliss, not wanting to get out but I knew if I stayed any longer that I would be late.

So, regretfully, I got out, put on some mascara, and my school uniform, too lazy to blow-dry my long hair. I slid my backpack over my shoulder and skipped down the stairs yelling a good-bye to my mother as I went out the door. I looked up to notice that there were no clouds to be seen. It was going to be a sunny day.

I walked over to my bike and after tightening the strap on my helmet around my chin, I climbed onto the seat and start pedaling. The school wasn't that far from my house but riding my bike was one of my favorite parts of the day. So, when the wind hit my hair, letting it fly behind me, my day felt a little better than before. However, as soon as I got to school, my heart started to race. I slowed down as I neared the entrance, not wanting to run anyone over, but most importantly to catch a glimpse of him. My eyes flitted between each side, looking for the distinguished pointy hair, and the short stature of my crush.

And when I saw him, my heart skipped a beat as I neared him. He was shorter compared to a lot of the other boys in my school but that didn't matter to me. He was a complete dork and himself whenever he was with others. It is one of the things that made me like him as much as I do. So as my feet slowed down and I whizzed past him, I couldn't help but wonder if he was watching me as I did him. I knew it was wishful thinking, but I didn't care. I slowly came to a halt as I went up against the bike rack. I climbed off the back, and tightly locked it into place, making sure it wouldn't but stolen. I then raced to my classroom, not wanting to be late.

I ran in as soon as the bell rang, a sigh of relief escaping my lips. But what I didn't expect however, was that he was there beside me - barely making it as well. Flustered, I quickly headed to my desk, avoiding the gazes of my teachers and other students. I sat down in embarrassment and quickly got my things out for first period. I wonder why he was late? Curious, my head moved naturally in his direction looking at the ever familiar window seat diagonally in front of mine. I quickly glanced over to be surprised when he was looking at me as well. Startled, I looked away to focus on the board. I peeked once more, overcome with curiosity to see him still staring straight at me, his gaze unwavering.

My cheeks started to burn, red with embarrassment. He smiled at me and then pointed forwards, mouthing 'Pay attention'. I nodded, and turned away only to feel his gaze still there. I tried to ignore it but eventually when he was scolded by the teacher by not paying attention was I able to rest easy. My eyes started to wander and then they landed on his back. I have had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. But no one notices me. No one wants to talk to me because of how weird I look. I even had a name, one that everyone knows me by.

The girl with the scar.

What I failed to mention was that I had an unnaturally large scar across my right cheek, running from my ear to the bridge of my nose. It brought a lot of unwanted attention and I couldn't help but notice people's changing expressions when talking to me. They were probably wondering where it came from and why I failed to hide it. But I couldn't - hide it I mean. No amount of make-up could mask this monstrosity of a mark, making me live with it forever.

So that is when I started to distance myself from people. I didn't want that attention - the wondering eyes wanting to ask about it but refrained. So I made it easy for people and just avoided them. Therefore, I was alone. Until him.

He was the first one to not notice my scar right away. The first words he ever said to me are still seared into my brain, forever leaving an impression.

"Ah, your eyes are really pretty. They are such a light blue - like the color of the rain."

It was the first time someone had spoken to me about something other than the scar. It startled me and it was then my eyes started to always follow him, becoming interested. And then it was like reality hit me and I had fallen for him. But no one can like a girl with a scar across her face. I was hideous. Ugly. Most people cringed in disgust when seeing it. It was all too familiar but not him. He was different.

The bell rang, making me snap out of the daze I was in, and scramble to race to the next class. I was about to get up from my seat when he came and stopped me.

"Hey," He said, flashing his heart-stopping smile. I froze, not rendering what to say.

"H-Hi Dino," I mumbled, wanting to run away and hide somewhere. His gaze on me was too intense.

"Why were you late today?" He asked, curious. "I was late because I slept through my alarm. But I saw you on your bike ahead of me. Did it really take that long to get up the stairs?" He teased, clearly making fun of me. My cheeks started to turn red once more. He saw me?

"W-Well...uh...I guess?" I said, unsure of what to say. And he couldn't help but laugh, leaving me confused.

"Ah, you are so weird Rain," He said, reaching to mess with my hair. I felt his hand graze my hair, ruffling it into a mess. He then left being whisked away by his friends, leaving me there speechless. I had no idea what just happened, but a smile crept onto my face, my hand reaching to touch the spot where his just was. Was it wrong to be this happy? Rain was his nickname for me every since that day, and I couldn't help but then feel a connection to the rain ever since then. It became my new favorite thing.

Startled, the warning bell rang, springing me into motion as I raced to the next class. The whole day went in a blur after that. I focused on taking notes the rest of the day, letting time escape me and before I knew it the last bell rang. Ecstatic, I packed up my things and raced to my locker, wanting to get home for the day, when I stopped. I looked outside to see that it was pouring. Usually I would be happy to see the rain, but since I took my bike here today, it was a mixture of feelings.

"Aish, stupid, stupid," I mumbled to myself, hitting my head with my hand. I sighed wondering what to do. In the spur of the moment, I decided to head back to homeroom, thinking that it could be a good time to get some things done until it dies down a bit. With reluctant steps, I climbed the stairs and neared the door. Not thinking, I pulled the door open and saw something that I wish I could take back.

Dino kissing one of our classmates.

They both broke apart at the sound of the door, startled. The two pairs of eyes met mine and I couldn't help but feel heart-broken in that moment. It was like my world started to crumble and I could feel tears starting to surface. Not knowing what to do, I ran. I ran back down the stairs I just took up and headed straight out into the rain. Nothing was going to stop me. I was silly to think that he might even, if just a little, liked me the way I did with him. God, was I stupid.

But when a hand wrapped around my wrist, bringing me to an abrupt stop, I turned to see him. He was panting, his chest heaving up and down as he looked me right in the eyes. I was glad then that it was pouring. The sight of him, made the tears start to fall, joining with the rain. I was crying and he would have no idea.

"R-Rain," He started, wanting to explain himself, but I wasn't going to have it. I didn't want to hear what he had to say to me. I didn't want to listen to how he was with someone. I quickly tried to shake him off, wanting him to let go. But he was a lot stronger than I was, and his hand just gripped me that much harder. Knowing that it was a failed attempt, I stopped trying to fight and instead brought my arm up to my eyes. I rubbed at them unknowingly, feeling like I had to wipe the tears away, to wipe these feelings away. However, he noticed this.

"Are you crying?" He asked, his grip loosening as he stared at my form. Here we were, standing in the pouring rain, and he was asking if I was crying. I took advantage of his shock to shake him off and turn around, wanting to stop from crying out. I sniffled, not caring at this point that I looked like a mess as I rubbed my eyes with my sleeves. I wanted to stop but I couldn't.

All of a sudden, I felt two arms wrap around my waist, my back hitting something warm. He was hugging me. Startled at the sudden embrace, my cheeks started to turn red. He rested his head against mine, his hair trickling more water onto my shoulders.

"Please don't cry. Please," He whispered, his breath hitting my neck. I didn't understand what was happening at this point. Just what the hell did this mean?

"W-Why can't I cry?" I asked, suddenly embarrassed of how we must look like. Two idiots hugging in the rain. God, what a cliche.

"Because that wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to kiss me. She confessed to me and then she was the one that kissed me." He explained. I had stopped crying at this point, too shaken by how he was holding me to have any tears now.

"Why are you telling me this? It's not like I care," I whispered harshly. I wanted to distance myself now, before I got in to deep. But he wasn't having any of it.

"Well if you didn't care, why were you crying?" He spun the question around. It was true. I couldn't really come up with anything for that.

"I-I had something in my eye," I said, trying to sound like it was the truest thing in the world. What I didn't expect was for him to laugh.

"Wow, if you are at least going to lie, come up with something better than that," He retorted, his chest vibrating into my back as he continued to laugh. I wanted to get away, I really did, but something was holding me back. His laughter then seized and his hold on my waist disappeared. I then felt two hands on my shoulders and he quickly spun me around, turning to face him. I was startled at the sudden movement and couldn't meet his eyes.

"You know," He started, "there is only one person who I want to kiss." He brought a finger up to my chin and pushed my face up to meet his eyes. His gaze was different than usual, more loving than intense. He then brought his other hand up to my face and started to run his thumb across my scar. I became really self-conscious at that moment. It was the first time someone had even dared to touch it, and so I couldn't help but be shocked.

"Do you have any guesses as to who?" He asked, his eyes then meeting mine once more. My face was red at this point and I knew even the rain wouldn't help cover it up.

"W-Who?" I asked, stumbling over my words. It was too late. Even if I wanted to get these feelings to disappear they weren't going to. I liked him too much. He then smiled at me, his answer sending my heart rocketing sky-high.

"You."

His lips then met mine, as he pulled me towards him. It was gentle and sweet, something I would have never expected from anyone with a face like mine. We kissed and it was like the world melted away. I placed my hands against his chest as I returned the kiss, not wanting this moment to end.

And so there we were, kissing the rain, like two idiots in a cliche movie. But I didn't care. I couldn't help but love this moment.

I couldn't help but love the rain.

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btsjimln · 6 years

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#you know when you want to go to bee but you know youll cry over jimin #so you dont wwn tro do it #thays e alwya #im really cryinf over his eyes and smile #likensjdjd #the fact thay his eyes and smile arent imprinted into my mind the fact rhat i cant see thn when i lookg up into the sky the fact ehat rhey #arnet blows my mind he iterally has the most beuayffully hauntif ? eyes you knwo eyes you see and they jisy stay on yooue mind #god his eye color and his eye shape and how soft and warm they are #and his smile thay literally makes my heart feel like its seelling in size at the sight thays so bright and literally lighrs up my life #my heart my soul my mind

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kzogjanii-blog · 7 years

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What makes me happy?

"The first time I smoked a blunt, Bruno took me to the highest place not only on a mental kinda way but also a really high mountain. You rolled blunts just for me, you took care of every detail so that I fell in love with the idea of marihuana, you were very careful when you chose the kind of paper you wanted for me, it was transparent and not only made the blunt look beautiful, it had side effects on my mind. You knew how to persuade me, you knew me, you know me, my interests. And I think you know, you know me too well. They say I'm too young to love you, you say I'm too dumb to see, they judge me like a picture book by the colors like they forgot to read, I think we're like fire and water or maybe like the wind and sea, you're burning up, I'm cooling down, you're up, I'm down, you're blind, I see. I know you're gonna leave but I won't make myself sad because of it, I'll just record your memory and let you go. My mother said this too but there's nothing she could ever tell me that I don't already know, I know everything about myself or so I think, I know why I do what I do, all my compulsions and interests and inspirations. I'm very in sync with that. It's just the other stuff that I don't have control over, just what's going to happen on a daily basis, my interactions. That's ehat frightens me the most. But afer you left, I combined my sadness with my boredoom and I created this square shaped room and now there's no way out, I'm stuck in this feeling, I'm sick and tired too. I thought I can live without you...but now I remember being rushed to hospital when I took more pills than I should have and when they put me to sleep, a nurse with kind eyes asked me what I wanted to dream about. I remember the look on my mother's face when your name fell from my lips. You were still the only thing on my mind. 'Cause you made me happy. You still do."

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drv3imagines · 7 years

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Here comes the brideeeee she’s so bloody!! Ohhhhhhhhh god a dead body!!!! Wait… Wh- also sorry if these are long..? MY WAIFU IS HERE!!! Keade love me

Keade Akamastsu

•"Is something wrong…?“ •”…No…!! Yep Nopeeee nothing!!..Sorry to have worried you…? But I have a surpise for you!!“ •Today keeps getting weirder and weirder….Keade keeps blushing a bit more then usual.. And to top it off she says she’s doing something special… •"Close your eyes…. Please…?” •"…Okay…?“ •As you closed you eyes you felt Keade move you around until your felt you were sitting on something •"Open them…” •As you slowly opened your eyes you saw Keade on a piano. •"Now here’s a show just for you…!“ •She then slowly began playing the piano…You saw her play piano 100 times before but this song was different… This song…..You never remembered her playing it… •And after a few minutes of watching she stopped you clapped a bunch…As it was amazing •She then started blushing a bit but a huge smile was on her face •Know the songs name…? •..What..? •Marry me….. •You felt the tears slowly fall down your face as you ran up to hug her •"YES YES YES YES!!!!!” •"Y-YOU ACCEPT…???!“ •"OF COURSE I DO!!!” •"…Oh….OKAY!! From today on!! I’ll be the bested wife ever okay…?“ •No matter what you never get tired of looking at that smile

Maki Harukawa

WARNING SPOILERS!!!!!

•"Maki…? Maki…? MAKI!!” •"HUH!? Enemy!“ •You soon felt your girlfriend push a knife to your throat •"Oh….” •She soon slowly pulled it away •"What’s wrong…? You’ve been spacing out all day.. That’s not like you at all!!“ •She then blushed pouting a bit •"Nothing is wrong I just… Need to get something off my chest…” •You then watched her getting something out …More specifically a ring •"Oh my god is this happening…?“ •”….I might be the worst person on the planet.. I might kill for a living I might even kill you one day…Yet you love me…“ •”…Will you..? Marry me..?“ •You slowly hugged her •"YES!!!!!” •"….You will…?“ •You then backed off and stared her in the eyes •I would do it a thousand times if I had too!!! •You then saw her do a rare smile •"You have no idea what your getting into…”

Yumeno Himeko

•"YUMENO Wake up!!! YOU HAVE A MAGIC SHOW IN TWO MINUTES!!!!!“ •"GAH!! ….Oh it’s…You…” •"Sorry for yelling…? •"It’s fine….Besides this show is important…“ •"It is..?” •"…Just wait…For it okay…?“ •"Okay…?” •And after waiting two minutes you sat down in your seat •"Heyyyyy! This is Yumeno Himeko’s Show!! Watch… Me use REAL Magic… Not o'l fake tricks…This act is dedicated to..my lover… The one and only.. S/O!!!…Who I love…Who makes almost everything less tiresome…..“ •"So S/O….I might be tiresome about all the time…But…? Will you marry me…?” •…… •As if time slowly froze a light landed on you She then disappeared off the stage to right next to you as you stared at her you suddenly hugged her and yelled •"YEAH!!“ •”…You will..?! I m-mean…I’m so tiresome..I won’t even leave the house most of the time…“ •"I DON’T CARE!!!” •"…..Jeez…..How tiresome…“

Angie Yonaga

•"Angie What The in the name of g- I MEAN…. Fudge…?” •"Oh!! Angie’s making something!!!“ •"What..?” •"Angie needs you to make a sacrifice to see..!!!“ •"Oh.. NEVERMIND” •Angie then slowly toke my hand •"ANGIE WANTS US TO SEE SOMETHING!!!“ •"In the name of kami-Sama!!” •"ANGIE WAITTTTTT-“ •AND SLOWLY SHE DRAGGED ME AWAY •"Where are we…?” •"In Angie’s art room!!!“ •As you slowly looked around you saw pice after piece of art all very amazing and crafted well •.”…Woah… I would give my blood to see this…! •"Nyanyanya! Angie has a special thing for you…!!!“ •And then Angie showed me this amazing ring that was many different colors… •"Wait…?” •"Angie loves you even more then Kami-San…! So will you marry Angie..?“ •"YES!!” •Angie then hugged me smiling deeply •"Angie loves you way more then kami-Sama….So I promise to put you higher then them… Okay??!“

Tenko Chabashira

•"TENKO NO!!!” •"FILTHY MEN!!! S/O is my lover we’re going to get married!!!“ •"Eh…?” •Ehat was happening some “Boys” tried to pick you up…Not even realizing you were gender less…… •But let’s remember to what she just said •You then remembers everything you did today… All of it did seem special piecing it together made you realize •"Why didn’t you tell me..? I say yes way sooner..Also Yes…“ •"Eh…? Tenko was caught off guard what did you say.?!” •"Yes.. I love to marry y-“ •"Yes!!! Tenko is marrying the person she loves most..!!!” •"Uh-“ •Tenko then flipped the men over while you just stared •"Uh…? Tenko…? Are TH-” •"There fine…“ •"But are we really getting marrie-” •"Yes..! Also Tenko promises…!“ •Tenko soon grabbed your hands •Tenko promises to keep you safe!!”

•I just realized I spent a hour on these ones so I’ll just do the rest another time since I have ya know..? …SHIT I STILL HAVE A TON OF REQUESTS!!!

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