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sohnric · 3 months

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bad idea, right? – k. sunwoo

pairing: soundcloud rapper! sunwoo x gn! reader

genre: exes to lovers, angst, suggestive. i know this is toxic as fuck dont @ me sometimes i like to write shit like this because it's realistic...

word count: 4k

warnings: a whole lot of arguing, swearing, both of them being toxic and childish, a heated makeout session, overall just..messy. so messy.

a/n: similivinlife u inspired this. not my proudest moment but oh well 😵 the original of this draft was for the fic dancing in my backseat on @rrxnjun that i didnt end up using and revamped for this, so if u see any similarities it is because both fics are mine :P and once again, as always, thank u @csenke my sweetest beloved for beta reading 🤍

“I don’t think you can imagine the things I have to deal with about that track, like, I was literally in the town yesterday and around six people stopped me and wanted the backstory and I don’t know what, and it’s really, really annoying–”

Your voice cuts off, being replaced by a beat that makes acid taste on your tongue and hair stand up all alert, like a feral cat’s would when you try to get close to it, making you immediately turn off the song, letting a scream out into your pillow. There’s a storm of emotions inside of you as you take the phone you’ve been listening to the new song on back into your hand and pull up his number– because you blocked him everywhere else in hopes of never seeing his face again– and shoot him an angry text about the matter.

you [7:21pm]: are you kidding me???

you [7:21pm]: you are really so damn egoistical for doing this

you [7:21pm]: really don’t think about anyone else except yourself huh

you [7:21pm]: ignore my messages again like the last time and i swear to god i’ll send someone to beat your ass

Fingers quicker than your own thoughts, you hammer down the messages on the keyboard, laced with the fury that’s been shaking with you ever since you learned that he released a new track that included yet another one of your voice messages you sent to him. It was excruciating to listen to, to say the least– your dignity stripped away slowly, piece by piece with the unsettling realization that your personal matters are now out there in the open, for everyone to see and judge, for the whole world to pick apart and analyze. Which is kind of funny, considering the nature of your breakup– you’re not so sure his fans would like what they would find out about him, had they dug deep enough.

Not saying that you are innocent in this matter, of course– you just don’t think it’s really fair to not have the platform to tell your side of the story.

don’t pick up [7:24pm]: feisty one aren’t ya

don’t pick up [7:24pm]: what’s this about

Clenching your jaw as you stare at the messages popping up on your screen only a few minutes after yours get delivered– which is unusual for him, to say the least– you work your way through another angry reply.

you [7:25pm]: your song???

don’t pick up [7:25pm]: did you like it? ;)

A dry chuckle escapes your throat at the last message. Of course you didn’t like it. You weren’t really a fan of the invasion of your privacy. You didn’t like the fact that he once again used your voice without permission, letting the whole world listen to your angry words that were addressed to him and only him. What was there for you to like about the song? His cheesy lyrics? The way he acted like he was way above you, belittling you with the power he had over you with all those voice messages?

you [7:26pm]: yes i loved the invasion of my privacy a lot, thank you sunwoo

you [7:26pm]: isnt this illegal? ill look into it

don’t pick up [7:27pm]: now you’re being ridiculous.. its just a song y/n :)

Was he being serious? Just a song? What about the prying eyes staring at you whenever you walk through the campus? What about the whispering behind your back whenever you sit in the school cafeteria? The pointed fingers whenever someone recognises that it’s you– the one that dated the good-for-nothing Soundcloud rapper and then broke his poor little heart. Was it ever really just a song?

you [7:28pm]: you cant be fr rn..

don’t pick up [7:33pm]: ah…let’s just talk abt it then

don’t pick up [7:33pm]: i’ll pick u up at 8?

Staring at the messages on the screen, you let out another dry chuckle. The skin of your fingertips tingles when you swipe across the surface of your phone, opening the messaging app once again and tapping on the little bubble on the bottom, making the keyboard appear. The gears in your brain turn in swift motion as you try to sound nonchalant in your response, typing and deleting the message again, never getting the tone quite right.

Responding to your ex boyfriend’s jabs and teasing in person seems to be easier for you, contrary to popular demand– you don’t have much time to think of your answer before the time frame between your arguments would turn too awkward with the silence, so you just say the first thing that comes to your mind. It comes naturally to you, though, and while you don’t particularly enjoy the fury and adrenaline that his smug smirks and jarring words make you feel, the tension his sudden messages built up only makes you more hesitant.

You haven’t met up with Kim Sunwoo since the day you ended things, and you know damn well there’s a good reason for it.

Seeing him around campus or at parties of your mutual friends is a whole other thing than being with him in a closed space, all alone. It’s been a month since you ended things and while you are fairly certain that Sunwoo is a major jerk that is out to ruin your life, you can’t really tell if you’re actually over the major jerk that is out to ruin your life.

Seemingly letting Sunwoo know that you have the chat open, letting him watch your chat bubble pathetically appear and disappear in consistent time intervals, another quick message is shot your way, making your heart drum against your rib cage in even swifter motions. Running your hand through your hair, you sigh and drop the phone into your lap, helpless.

don’t pick up [7:40pm]: i’ll take it as yes

Sighing to yourself, you stand up from your bed and put on some presentable clothes. You don’t want to give Sunwoo any ideas, and that’s why you only change into clean sweatpants and a tank top, not putting much effort into your appearance at all. You need to send him the signal of being nonchalant– although your stance on the way he uses you in his songs is full of anger and resentment, you don’t want it to seem like you care much about the man himself at all.

Dragging yourself out of your room and putting on your shoes, you bump into your roommate Aeri passing you by with a mug of tea, her hair in a towel as she just came out of the shower. “You’re going somewhere?”

“Going out,” you grunt.

“Oh?” she hums, leaning into the doorframe, “with who?”

The question catches you off guard. Turning around on your heel, you flash her an innocent smile, brain thinking of every possible solution you could use to not tell her that you’re going out with the exact person you’ve spent the last few weeks grunting over in dismay. “No one important,” you start, when her face morphs into a distressed frown.

“Is it Sunwoo?”

“Look, I-”

“It is fucking Sunwoo! I heard you scream into your pillow just now, I should’ve known it was that prick again,” she grunts, her guess confirmed by the very obvious discomfort on your face, suddenly in a hurry when you try to get out of the house in one swift motion and save yourself from the cross-examining conversation that’s surely about to happen judging by the look in Aeri’s face.

“I gotta go-”

“What about all your ‘I don’t ever wanna see him again’ talk?” she sighs, clearly disappointed with your life choices.

“Look, it’s about the songs he’s been putting out. He’s being an ass about replying back to my messages and god knows I’m not calling him, or else he’d record it and put it in another song like the freak he is,” you squint your eyes at her, making sure your intentions are clear to your worried roommate.

“Oh, right, because he’s going out with you just to talk,” she mutters, “when all you two have done since you broke up is argue. Mhm, seems about correct,” Aeri adds, making the situation even worse than it already was, because she’s right, after all– when have the two of you held a normal conversation in the past few weeks? Seeing him tonight might just be the worst idea of your life– right after deciding to date him, of course– and you’re completely aware of the fact.

Opening your mouth to answer with a jarring comment meant to put your roommate back in her place, the words are taken off your tongue when you hear the ring of your phone, the notification on your screen flashing with his messages.

don’t pick up [8:04pm]: youre 5 mins late

don’t pick up [8:05pm]: come out

“Look, I gotta go. We’ll talk about this later,” you mumble as you take your bag off the hanger, Aeri’s disapproving eyes following you as you head towards the door.

“Right. Have fun,” she ironically sings, knowing very well what Kim Sunwoo’s intentions are for the night. Still, you fakely gag to her comment before you’re out the door and walking down the entryway.

As your figure walks out of the apartment complex, you almost don’t notice the man. You were expecting him to be waiting just behind the door, resting against the wall as he usually did back when you two were dating. The sight that meets your eye shocks you a little when you find him leaning against a 2007 Audi A4, the silver exterior of the car contrasting with the darkness of his clothes, hands folded on his chest as he watches you with an overly-confident smirk.

“Took you long enough,” he teases as you finally cut through the distance.

“Didn’t know you were so eager to see me,” you bite back, eyes scanning the vehicle. “Did you finally get a car with that new profession of yours? Or is that another one of your friend’s again?” you point towards the car, making the boy chuckle.

“Mine,” he says, “my ‘good-for-nothing career’ is taking off, as you may have noticed,” he hums, referencing all the arguments you two used to have about his dreams and ambitions, making you wince a little at the comment. You never believed in him ever making it big– you just didn’t think his dreams were ever really realistic– but judging by the way it’s been going for him, you must admit you may have been wrong with your snarky arguments before.

“Well, it’s not much, then,” you mutter instead, pretending to judge the state of his old, used-looking car.

“Gets the job done,” he shrugs as he peels himself off the door, opening the passenger side and sparing you a short glance. “Hop in?”

Sunwoo doesn’t wait for you to sit down so he can close the door after you– instead, he walks around the front of the car to the driver’s side, getting in himself– much to the gentleman he’s always been. Making sure you slam the door shut with as much force as you can, just to anger the man and his new toy, you fasten your seatbelt and watch as Sunwoo winces, but doesn’t mention it when he turns the engine on with a turn of the key and drives off the parking lot.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, watching as the male snickers to himself. The calmness of his composure makes you oh so annoyed, making you despise every second spent together with him in the small space breathing in his cologne and listening to the songs playing through the speakers, reminding you of the playlist he’d always put on when he was given the privilege of the aux cord.

“What? Are you scared I’m gonna kill you?” Sunwoo jokes.

“Seeming that you’re batshit crazy, one can’t know what to expect from you nowadays,” you grunt, making him cheese with amusement.

“I thought I was just ‘a loser Soundcloud rapper that can’t do anything in life’,” he repeats to you a sentence you uttered out upon your breakup, the emotions getting the worst out of you after the way he’s been treating you. “Would a loser like me kill you? I don’t think so.”

“Very funny, Sunwoo,” you ironically bite back, rolling your eyes at his composure. The fact that he seemingly has the upper hand on you in the conversation makes you falter a little bit. “I just wanted to talk about the songs you’ve been putting out.”

“You wanted to tell me how much you like them? Thank you, I’m flattered–”

“No, you idiot. I wanted to talk to you about how uncomfortable they’re making me feel!” you yell out, making the male wince.

There’s a momentarily silence in the car as the male drives, the streetlamps disappearing out of sight as he drives away from the city, into more sparse areas. His voice is a little more serious when he speaks up now, the lack of teasing in his tone making shivers run down your spine. “I don’t think it’s that serious, really.”

“Really?” you chuckle. “Because I don’t find it fun when people stop me on the street and ask all about our relationship, Sunwoo. Because I don’t know if you noticed, but you never asked for my permission when you used those.”

The sound of your own voice resonates through your brain, the first voice message he ever used in one of his songs (the one that made him finally more popular, funnily enough) making you sigh out in the darkness of the car. ‘Just.. I dunno, I said sorry, I apologized, I don’t know what more you want me to do.. like, what’s going on? Literally nothing, so like.. can’t we just… move on from this and… fucking let it go?’

“One would think you’d stop sending me these after the first one,” Sunwoo utters out, voice low and almost a little amused, which makes you tip over the edge.

“And I would think you wouldn’t use audio of me being vulnerable with you in a fucking song that everyone would hear, Sunwoo!”

“Oh, did you mean that part where you called me a hypocrite for hanging out with my friends from high school without telling you? Or the part where you cursed me out after you broke up with me because I dared to text you again–”

“I was trying to pierce things back together!” you yell, making the male quiet down, resulting in taking a right turn towards a dead-end, the road approaching a forest. Not a single soul is to be found around here except the two of you, and when he turns the engine off, but stays staring ahead of him towards the trees, you continue with everything you’ve been holding inside of you– instead this time, your voice is more quiet, not having to scream over the sounds of the car anymore.

“I was apologizing. I was trying to make us work, Sunwoo. And just because you didn’t see it or didn’t have it in you to pay attention to me that night, it doesn’t give you the right to exploit me for your gain and make a fool out of me in front of everyone,” you say, watching as the male chews on the inside of his cheek.

“You are the one that broke up with me,” he says into the silence, “not the other way around.”

A moment of silence hangs over you two like a heavy jacket. You were well aware of the fact– you broke up with Sunwoo after the night he went out with all of his female friends from high school, not telling you a thing about it before you found out through an Instagram story of one of them. You knew he was being petty, you knew he was doing it just to get back at you– because you never passed out on a chance to make him feel jealous, getting back at him for all the controlling comments he would make whenever you went out to clubs with your girlfriends– but it still drove you up against the wall and made you break.

Maybe you and Sunwoo weren’t made for each other. There’s no denying that you loved each other– you just didn’t really know how to handle your relationship. You never really learned how to handle problems. How to resolve issues. Both of you were too immature for the other, and it would never work– you only came to this conclusion after many tear-filled evenings, but coming to peace with it is still yet to come.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant to this conversation,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief.

The male scoffs, turning his head towards you, meeting your eye. “Did you even listen to the songs?”

“Of course I did, how else would I know–”

“Then you must have noticed that I’m not making fun of you, or putting you on blast, or belittling you, or whatever you and your friends have said about me for the past month,” he counts on his fingers as he recites the words with an annoyed tone, big eyes bearing into yours.

“You exposed me being vulnerable.”

“I’m vulnerable in these too!” he urges out, eyebrows furrowing at you in exasperation.

“That’s your fucking choice! Don’t drag me into it!”

While you must admit that none of the lyrics Sunwoo’s ever written about you were lies, or making fun of you or throwing harsh words in your direction, you still feel as if a chunk of you has been thrown out in the open, for anyone to pick apart and poke around. You always told Sunwoo you liked his way with words, and there is no denying that his lyrics, although they were painfully honest, were quite beautiful. If you weren’t the one the songs were about, maybe you’d even like them. Maybe you could give them a listen without feeling like you want to crawl out of your skin. Maybe you could add them to your playlist without feeling ashamed that you’re still thinking about the male, picking apart your relationship like every outsider has been doing since the songs went viral, but instead, finding places where you could’ve done things differently and kept him by your side.

It was hard to listen to his words and see the reflections of your past flashing in front of your eyes like a movie. While you admit that he did the timeline of your relationship justice, you do despise the fact that his words are getting to you so much.

You don’t like hearing about the things you’ve done wrong. You don’t like listening to him apologize– although he would never do so directly. You don’t like to hear him say that he misses you, because it makes it hard for you to keep your fair distance from him.

“I don’t know what I was thinking… Can you drive me home, Sunwoo? We’re clearly not on the same page about this,” you say, averting your gaze from him towards the window.

“No.”

“Sunwoo, can you please drive me–”

“Not until we talk about this, no,” he says firmly, watching you foam over with fury.

“What else is there to talk about?”

“Us!”

“There’s no us anymore, Sunwoo! And I think it’s the time you come to terms with that and stop abusing our failed relationship for your stupid songs,” you bark, throwing daggers into his skull with your fierce eyes.

“So you get to go and post angry tweets and badmouth me in front of your friends, but when I cope in a perfectly respectful manner, it’s wrong?” he argues, scoffing and shaking his head at you.

“God, you’re unbelievable. You’re comparing two vastly different things–”

“Do you not like the songs because you feel exposed, or do you not like them because I’m saying exactly what you don’t want to hear?” he asks, eyes bearing into yours with such heaviness you feel like you could cut the tension with a knife.

“Like what? That you think I regret breaking up with you?” you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Why else would you pick a fight with me every time I call? Why pick it up at all?”

“Why do you call, then?” you challenge him, chewing on the bottom of your lip. The male leans closer to you, sparks dancing in his eyes when his voice resonates through the car like a low thunder, making the tips of your fingertips buzz and your heart beat faster.

“You know exactly why I call.”

“To make me angry and get me to scream at you?”

“If that means I get to talk to you,” he shrugs, a subtle grin overtaking his features, a churn of your stomach warning you of the dangerous area you just entered.

Eyes never breaking contact with his, relishing in the way his hungry gaze picks you apart, you attempt to conceal your true feelings with an annoyed comment. “This isn’t going anywhere,” you muse, “god, I never wanna see your face again.”

He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, teasing you. “That’s what you said last time,” he says, “so what are you doing in my car then, babydoll?”

The pet name makes your stomach drop, the lightness in your head coming back to you as you furrow your brows at the male, trying hard to come up with a smart remark. Your brain turns into liquid and there’s buzzing in your ears as you try to focus on staying calm and true to your best judgment, but the moment Sunwoo’s head leans even closer to your face, his words render you both speechless and thoughtless as he mutters a sentence that’s barely louder than a whisper, yet powerful enough to pull you in.

“Stop fighting me for once, will you?”

Your lips are pushed against his with force, the kiss mirroring the essence of being starved of each other for the past month. His plush lips move against yours with the skill that only a man you’ve spent tens and hundreds of nights kissing would acquire, his hand placed on your jaw to steady you, adjusting the pace of his kisses just the way you always liked it.

A force that’s greater than yourself brings you out of your seat and into the driver’s lap, giving the male better access to your throat as you settle comfortably under your newly acquired human chair. His strong thighs flex under you when you thread your fingers through his hair, bringing him back up to connect your lips together before he breathlessly pulls away, gazing at you with a boyish grin on his face.

“Why did we even break up again?” he jokes.

You reply to him with the same lightness of your tone, shrugging. “Because you were a jealous, possessive prick and I had a short temper that always egged you on?” you say, watching as the male pretends to ponder on the information, humming to himself.

“I think I can put that past me.”

“Can you?” you joke, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb, a sly smirk playing with your lips as you lean over him and press a firm, yet short peck to his swollen lips. “Or will you make another mediocre song about it?”

“Don’t call them mediocre,” he squints at you, eyes tracing your face when your hands slip further down his face to cradle his jaw, thumbs padding his lips.

“I easily outdid you on your own song, Kim Sunwoo.”

“That’s why I add you in, actually.”

“Really?” you snicker, tone full of fake disbelief. His hands hold your sides when you lean over the man and latch yourself to his neck, dragging out kisses up and down his warm skin. “Will you make a song for each of our arguments, then?”

Teeth scraping the skin of his throat, you find the male humming under you in pleasure and satisfaction. He has you right where he wanted you– and although this is not how you imagined the night to go, you don’t find yourself disappointed with the turn of events. The previous annoyance is still there, but now is shielded by the need in you, the longing for him you can’t really battle whenever he is around.

Settling deeper against his body, you feel the male slip one hand into your hair, tugging at the roots of your hair gently to bring your face back to his, averting your attention away from the love bites you’ve been placing on his skin.

“Unless you give me another topic to write about,” he suggests, his hungry lips swallowing your reply.

You and Sunwoo were never really good for each other. Too messy, too turbulent, but too consumed with the other to ever truly let go. Seeing him tonight surely wasn’t the best of your ideas– but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t silently hope the evening would turn out this way.

You and Sunwoo were never the ones to make good decisions when it came to the other one anyway. What’s one another badly calculated step in your relationship gonna do?

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alacetor-the-duckies-deer · 18 days

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Everything I've ever seen Alastor's cat depicted doing has all been things I think any regular cat would do if you gave them demonic power, and that he isn't evil, just a regular cat, so behold: things Alastor's cat does when he's not being an active terror to the Pentagram, aka things my cat Fergus just does on the regular.

°Throwing, and I mean THROWING his whole 15-pound self at the Alastor's doors at 6am every morning for breakfast. Absolutly screaming at the door. Scratching at the door so fast and hard, like he's digging a hole, like he's got a body to bury and he can hear the cop siren's closing in. Alastor doesn't have an alarmclock. He doesn't need one.

°Taking people's seat EVERY time someone's about to sit somewhere, even if they JUST got up for like TEN SECONDS to grab a drink, curling up and staring them down as they walk back over, absolute soul deep defiance in his eyes as he refuses to be shoo'd.

○Sitting on top of Keekee whenever she's in someone else's lap, so as to receive the person's attention himself. (My other cat Rocky actually does this to Fergus, but it's like the only rude things he knows how to do. He is like, so mellow)

○Climbs from the back of the couch, directly onto and over people's shoulder to stick his face in their's coffee as, infact, they are attempting to take a sip for themself.

○Laying one(1) inch behind people in the kitchen, dispite alllllll of that floor space, tripping them up, yelling at them for tripping over him, and then grabbing whatever they dropped and running off. Regularly.

○Constantly puts his little paws on the dining table and popping his little head up like a toddler watching through the class as someone makea them an ice- cream cone, before reeeaaaaaccccching for the Hazbin's plate of food to pull it straight to the ground for himself.

○Going absolutely feral anytime he has a toy. I mean growling, clawing, violent toy aggression. It takes someone holding the cat, paws secured, and someone else sticking their fingers in his mouth to pry his jaw open to get it away.

○Dragging the water bowl across the kitchen floor, sloshing water everywhere, because,,,, they don't know, he doesn't like stagnant water??????? He dips his paws IN the bowl to lick the water? Can that even taste better???

○Walking up to the antique dining table's legs, casually rubbing against it, ignoring everyone's vocal demands of "no" "dont do it!" "Stop!" And then falling to his side, wrapping himself around the leg and attempting to maul the ANTIQUE leg to second death.

○He, of course, instantly starts purring and nuzzling him anytime Alastor picks him up.

Everyone: That thing is so evil.

Alastor, who's probably had the thing since they were both alive: He's just a little baby???

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #alastor #cursed alastor cat #cursed cat alastor #Alastor's cat

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dunmeshi-darlings · 3 days

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Hello! It's good to hear that your request are open again!

If my idea isn't of your interest please just skip thi n.n

What about some comfort headcanons or imagines of Kabru and/or Laios X Reader who is scared of loud noises such as thunder or fireworks?

Thanks for your time!

Oh dear anon i would never skip an ask! i love everyone elses ideas, and just because something may not be a situation im particularly into doesnt mean i wont do it! i want other people to enjoy these posts. Truth be told dear anon im the same way, i hate fireworks and sudden loud popping noises. In fact, Ballons possibly popping makes me so nervous i get sick from the anxiety of it alone when simply near them. But enough of that, lets show some love. Going to go with kabru since our favorite little manipulator doesnt get enough love.

When you first Joined Kabru's party he had already had already gathered some basic information about you. He had heard nothing but average things from others about you and through his own digging he figured you would be a perfect addition to his group.

However He took notice when The group was travelling a Large brick had come undone and smashed into the ground. The resounding sudden loud noise caused you to jump slightly. He didnt react to it but took a mental note, He had seen you face monsters just fine but this sudden loud noise cause you to jump. He would need to look into it more.

Sure enough the more he watched you the more he noticed this pattern, if it was storming out and lightning struck, you always flinched at the thunder. He would watch you tense up and try to not jump whenever fireworks were going off. They were small details most people would miss, but between who kabru is as a person as well as the interest he seemed to have taken in you meant that he noticed every little minute detail.

One day as a particularly mean storm begins to roll in you start prepping yourself, you knew this was going to be miserable but you didnt want to let anyone know about this. You know if mickbell found out he would probably tease you endlessly about it. However you are surprised when kabru hands you a pair of ear muffs.

"Here, I figured out you were afraid of loud noises so at our last stop i decided to get you some of these to help out. " Kabru says smiling handing them to you, you look at him shocked at this. you can feel your face grow warm, having hoped that nobody would have noticed. But of course kabru did, it was kabru, this man notices everything.

You put them on and breath a sigh of relief as while you feel the thunders rumble, you dont hear it and you can feel the tension release from your body. as the storm passes by you eventually take the ear muffs off and tell him thank you, but ask why he did it?

"your part of my team, and i look out for my team. And besides...i find you fascinating and i hate seeing you upset. Im sure you have a reason to hate loud noises, i wont pry until your ready."

Kabru says softly, gently punching your shoulder causing you to chuckle softly and smile. Gosh, kabru was an interesting guy to say the least. You werent sure how you felt about being "Studied" like this...but the more you thought of him doing it the less you minded.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader #kabru #kabru of utaya #kabru x reader

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knipiko · 9 months

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Change (In a house of flies) || Leon Kennedy x reader ANGST ||

Word count: 1k

A/N: I havent written in a while so dont expect anything good LMAOO

Summary: Leon was never a shell of a man he was, no matter what. he will still be the love sick Leon S Kennedy like he was yesterday.

WARNINGS!: Angst, Leon still loves ada, leons kind of a ass but hey we love a good angst fic

You were a simple person, never needing much. Maybe that was from the grueling days you spent in training to become where you were now, or maybe it was from how troubled you were financially before you were taken into the DSO’s hands. But there was one thing you needed, and that was the truth.

It was a chilled night with you and your partner, Leon Scott Kennedy. The man who survived Racoon City, Saved the president's daughter, and managed to finish his mission in Lanshiang, China with the help of Helena Harper. He was an incredible man, he was your man. But with a loyal, corny and friendly guy came a troubled and traumatic past. He never spoke of it unless it was needed, but you didn't care. You were never the one to pry deep in someone's past, especially Leon Kennedys.

“I can’t wait to just go home and take the longest fucking bath imaginable..” You shifted the strands of hair collecting over your face and pulled them behind your ear, holding your rifle firmly. You had just recently reunited with Leon after splitting up in the tunnel system to clear more ground and eliminate possible threats. He was a little later than you expected, but you just brushed it off as he had more ground to look through. This place was a disaster, you both were in Germany. In the tunnels of the Umbrella Corporations underground system because of some reports about a heavy amount of missing people around the area, with wires poking side to side or firmly against the spheritic walls, the wet concrete smell and the small puddles of water from one of the leaking water pipes just made the entire trip have a somehow relaxing feel to it.

Leon had found Ada on his way to meeting back with you in the tunnel system, he missed her. More than he missed you during all those solo missions you leave for. Sometimes you would be gone for weeks, even months. And he would sit there in sorrow, not for his woman but for another he could never truly have, he would cry nights on end about Ada when you were gone, keychain in hand. The same one Ada gave him for the jet ski in Spain. He was stunned when he saw her in the tunnels, lovestruck and felt like he was meeting her for the first time all over again. Leon tried to forget about Ada, but he just couldn't. He talked with Ada, interrogating what she was doing in Germany. Ada kissed him goodbye before they parted ways as he began to find you again, realizing his mistake immediately after parting ways with his first love.

Leon just looked ahead of him, his handgun shifting in both of his hands,”Mhm..” He hummed. You glanced at his hands moving the handgun to each palm, his hands clammy,”Hey, you okay?” You slowed your walking speed to match his, Leon was never this nervous during missions. He looks– no, glances at you before holding his handgun firmly in his right hand, his entire body tensing up,”Yeah.” His jaw clenches up as he kept his eyes forward with the seemingly never ending tunnel. Leon was never like this, from the dozen of missions and the thousands of times you two have hung out, this was odd. His chest pinged with guilt, pain, and regret..

I mean, he WAS your boyfriend. Was it the humidity that made him sweat?

That made him avoid eye contact with you when possible?

That causes his back to straighten when even a single syllable slipped from your lips?

The whole situation pulls you from reality,’I'm overthinking this, I don’t even have a reason to overthink!’ You try to calm yourself and reach some form of explanation in your head. You chalk it up as some form of his past trying to come back in his mind, trying to pay no attention. Leon exhales as he sees an elevator, a sigh of relief. You both walked inside, Leon reaching the lines of buttons and pressed the 9th floor, just above where the both of you were. Your brain still trying to find rational understanding behind whatever the reason was behind his nervous behavior, not knowing what was such a big deal.

You swallowed your own spit, worry towering over you. If you just asked again he wouldn't want to talk, but it's better than nothing. Right? You turned your head towards Leon, clearing your throat to make his attention pull towards you,”You know, you're really shitty at lying about your feelings.” You grinned, trying to lighten the mood. After not receiving a response you speak again,”I know I shouldn't pry but, I love you. And I want what's best for you.” That made Leon's heart burn with guilt. He felt awful, but his feelings could never change for Ada. No matter how much he loved you.

You just weren't her. You weren't as flirtatious or mysterious as her, nothing like the beauty he was blessed by when he first saw Ada.

Leon just stood there in the elevator, letting the doors open as he walked out and searched a singular room. Anxiety swallowing him whole, You walked into the room and shut the door behind you, becoming more irritated than worried,”Leon, please.” You pleaded with him, his heart just crushed itself into pieces. Blinking the tears from his eyes before turning to face you.

He sighed,”I saw Ada while we were split.” You became confused, is that all he was worried about telling you? No, it couldn't be,”Is that all?” You asked, folding your arms together. Leon wiped the sweat off of his palms, looking at you with concern. You stared at him, your brain unable to put two and two together. No matter how easy it was, because part of you didn't want to believe what the other part was trying to say.

Leon shook his head, running his hands throughout his hair,”No, uhm. You know how much I love you, right?” Leon smiled, at least tried too. He knew what he was about to confess, if he didnt he would forever be stuck with these ties of pain and being unable to seek forgiveness in himself. You stared at him, your tone becoming worried,”Yeah?... So, what about you and Ada?”

He fumbled with his gun,”There's no easy way to say this but uh,” He paused, putting his hands on top of his face before wiping the sweat off, pinching the bridge of his nose,”Say it, Leon. You're making me nervous!” You spoke, practically shaking at the suspense. Leon bit his bottom lip, looking at you,”Me and Ada, well. Kissed, and I've realized I've loved her more than I've ever, loved you." He paused,"Your just not her.”

Her.

You were never Ada, could never be anything like her, and you knew it. From the countless stories and the handful of interactions with Ada you now understood.

That look Leon gave her.

That smile Leon gave her.

The way Leon even talked about her.

He was in love with her.

It was never you, he just needed a replacement to forget.

Forget about her.

...

You were stunned, unable to speak as you wet your lips. Jaw to the floor as you slowly shook your head, Leon continued,”For your comfort, I tried to hide the truth.” Your eyebrows furrowed, staring at him with pure disbelief at what the words were coming out of his mouth,”You only ever cared about your own comfort, Kennedy.” You stumbled against the own weight of what you said, your entire world was crumbling down. And you couldn't stop it. You were furious. You wanted to scream, curse every entities name for putting you in this position. For even meeting Leon Scott Kennedy.

“I still love you, just not the same amount as Ada.” Leon tried to come up with some excuse as he put his hands up dismissively. “You never loved me to begin with, Leon. I'm doing this mission without you.” You adjusted the rifle in your hand and opened the door, walking off.

Leon really hasn't changed since he was in Racoon City, not like he thought he has.

#leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy x reader #leons such a DICK #Spotify #gonna throw up #this is so bad #wtf is this

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catcze · 8 months

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Hypothetically, if one were to breakup with Wriothesley, how do you think he’d take it? Would he mope around for weeks on end, whining about his feelings to anyone willing to listen, or would he move on pretty quickly and act as if everything’s fine?

OH A VERY INTERESTING QUESTION

If we're talking abt this in a funny, lighthearted way like the reader having to take a trip somewhere and jokingly saying 'does this count as a momentary break up?' or smthn like that, I think Wriothesley would take it,,, kinda well? He would definitely be more sullen and grumpy around the fortress. Definitely prone to grumbling and swearing under his breath. Would do the dramatic thing of longingly staring out of windows, putting his hand against the glass and going 'when will my bae return from the war' HAHHASKJDBN would definitely have a framed black and white photo of you on his desk and looks longingly at it when he misses u :(( but lowkey to people who dont know you're just away on a trip, they think you passed away or someshit so they get so surprised and sad when they see Wriothesley sulking around ur picture and they offer him condolences and he's just so ?????? confused ??? 💀💀

ok funny moments over angsst time under the cut hasdjknajks

OKAY but let's say that you do seriously break up with him. I think he would respond to it in different ways regarding the circumstances of your breakup, but for the sake of this being substantial let's say that you break up with him out of the blue. No context, no reason, no buildup. Yesterday you two were snuggling on his couch, and now you're walking out of the door (out of his life) with nothing more than a, "I'm sorry, Wriothesley. I just don't love you anymore."

Everyone who hears is so shocked by the news. They're all waiting to hear about Wriothesley's meltdown at losing the love of his life, because yeah the guy keeps his cool well enough, but everyone thought that you two were endgame, so they wouldn't blame him if his facade were to crack.

But it's radio silence.

They hear nothing from him. No trashed office, no seeing him furiously writing letters to you asking for you back. Nothing. The day after the breakup, it seems like it never even happened. People shrug, deciding not to think too much about it. Maybe it was a mutual thing, they think. Maybe he saw it coming. Maybe that's why he's taking it so well.

But he's really not. He's fucking heartbroken.

Away from prying eyes and people who would pity him if they so much as see even the slightest of falter, he misses you. When he lays in the bed that is now much too large for just one person, he wonders where it had gone wrong between you two. If there was something flawed with you, flawed with him, or just flawed with the relationship itself.

He wonders if things could have been different if he had talked to you more, checked in more often instead of burying himself in the matters of the fortress as often as he did. Wriothesley wonders if he just hadn't been enough for you. Perhaps you had expected someone different to lie behind his walls that you had slowly and gradually torn down. Had you been so dissatisfied with him? Were you smiling and laughing and holding him under the pretense of just making him feel better?

Wriothesley has to forcefully extract himself from his wallowing. He has too much to do. Responsibilities he must take care of. He doesn't spend much time in his room, anymore. It's been all too often that assistants and guards have found him asleep on his desk instead, attributing it to the growing problems of the fortress that he takes care of well into the night.

Sigewinne asks for you, you know. She wonders where you've gone, when you'll be back to help her make stickers to stick on Wriothesley's gauntlets. He doesn't have the heart to tell her that you're not going to be back, and he doesn't have the heart to remove the stickers you've stuck on there yourself, either.

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.cupcakes #Wriothesley x reader #Genshin Impact x reader #Cw GN reader #Wriothesely #Probably OOC but cut me some slack 🫶

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omegalomania · 10 months

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i actually have to wax lyrical about fourth of july for a minute because it might legitimately be one of my favorite fall out boy songs ever written primarily because it's not a song i think could have been written prior to the hiatus. it feels a bit like a logical extension to "miss missing you" in how it's a song that discusses what it is to live without someone more than anything else.

say you loved someone. could be a friend, a family member, a significant other, whatever. say you loved them. say that relationship split apart for some reason or another. say it's been years since you thought about them and you realize you can't picture them so easily anymore. the little details that once shown so clearly in the walkways of your memory have begun to fade, and in a strange solemn kind of way you feel like you have to mourn that, the entropy hemorrhaging away your recollections of them. you have a weakness for nostalgia. you obsess over old scars. you obsess even more over the way that they dont ache the way they used to unless you pry them open of your own accord.

here is a song that presents an old, fractured relationship. here is a song that says that maybe it was for the best that it fell apart. it is not spiteful or angry or resentful of the other party. it's almost apologetic. it acknowledges that you're so far out of each other's lives at this point that it doesn't really matter, whether or not you miss them, or whether or not they miss you. sometimes things simply don't carry out to completion. and that's okay. the torture of small talk with someone you used to love.

it's the refrain that sticks with me, more than anything. it's a lyric i carry so close to my heart to this day:

may the bridges i have burned light my way back home.

this part of your life ended. the bridge was burned, it collapsed beneath its own weight, it is nothing but cinder and fucking ash underfoot. this person in your past is not who they once were to you, and they never will be again. you used to love them. you don't anymore. maybe sometimes you miss them, but they'll never get to know that now. you burned that bridge and you found hope in it - you found such hope and earnest joy and relief in that part of your life being sent for the burning. you watched that relationship fall apart and you were better for it, you turned its embers into a beacon, you saw your way out of it and maybe sometimes it still hurts, maybe sometimes you still feel lonely, sometimes you miss this specific persons company, but thats okay.

its a song about grief, more than anything. you mourn the people you used to be. and you live without them anyway. you live without the version of you who loved this person. you live without the person you once loved. past tense. and it burns a little venom out of your veins when you think of them, but you feel better and you breathe a little easier afterwards.

it's a song that has all the affectations of a love song but is anything but. it's a farewell song. it's a song that acknowledges that maybe once you loved someone, but you don't anymore. and that while maybe you were better off for having loved them, you are better still for having walked away in the end. for all its upbeat nature, the son lux sampling that picks up the whole tempo and transforms the chorus into a soaring, almost triumphant anthem, "fourth of july" is about what it means to walk away from a relationship and realize that you are better for having done so.

like i said. it's not a song they could have written pre-hiatus. it's utterly devoid of the spite and agitation that permeated so many of their early songs. it's about acceptance and the way some things end, and that's okay. they were meant to. and you're better for it. and if anyone turns this post into about a ship i will be coming to your house and peeling off all your skin like a fucking orange.

#*making poasts #i am one of those people who auto-blocks anyone who makes this song into about any fake bandom ship lol #its one of my favorites and i wont abide it being reduced to that.#not to mention like. this song? you want /this song/ to be the ship song? the song thats about how youre better off without them???#anyway. happy fall out boy day everybody

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luvkuvi · 11 months

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5wirl !

what's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course.

💌 — 5wirl introduction wohoo! also yes aether isnt here just bcs i dont want him too(im sorry aether KSKSKSK)

what's so good about him?!|| masterlist

Scaramouche kunikuzushi: Lead guitarist of 5wirl! Goes to the same uni as a 3rd year majoring in computer engineering him and the rest of 5wirl mostly take online lectures due to their scheduling but they can roam around campus when he wants to. For reasons he broke up with y/n before graduation and he never told anyone why but the only person who got close in getting an answer was childe.

shikanoin heizou: third year criminology major and drummer of 5wirl! is flirty with fans during performances. Despite knowing scara since highschool they dont get along often.

Xiao: thrid year computer science major and bassist of 5wirl! is the what you call "stan attractor" of the group. Fans love him for his mysterious edgy vibe and when he plays on stage you have fangirls screaming his name. Quiet and silent guy and scara and him gets along.

Venti: third year music major and lead vocalist of 5wirl!(also is the leader). Started 5wirl during highschool and he made a post online begging people to join his band so here comes 5wirl.

kaedehara kazuha: same major as y/n and is the rhythm guitarist of 5wirl. Really nice with fans and gets alot of fanmail containing poetry because he mentioned he liked poetry.

notes: some facts about 5wirl!

Heizou was first to respond to ventis post then the last one was xiao.

They all live in the same apparent room near uni(like those kpop dorms lmao) after graduating

the ones with the sanest fans are kazuhas and the one with the most down bad ones are scaras

All of them know about scara and y/n and they didnt pry onto his business since he acted pretty hurt and didn't attend practices

Fun fact their manager helped them get into one of the top uni (teyvat university) 🙏🙏🙏 oh and their manager is pretty chill but still wants them to focus on their studies

Taglist(closed): @sakiimeo @sagegreenthinks @evsolostheuniverse @ozzierenato @mechanicalbeat1 @bananasquash @admiringfish @misomiis @wolfe02 @msameikanevaeh @yukiipc @magica-ren @r0ttenhearts @vvyeislazzy @yuumaofc @klanxii @darthvada @the-ghost-0f-t0m0 @yoyo-yui @deluluangel @katsumikumo @thenightsflower @lazy-sanns

#genshin #genshin smau #kunikuzushi #genshin imapct #genshin impact #genshin impact smau #whats so good about him?!#kunikuzushi smau #Scaramouche #scaramouche x you #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x reader #5wirl #Xiao #kazuha #heizou #venti

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loser-jpg · 6 months

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HIHI LOSER!!! i dont. remember your favs off the top of my head so i'll request mine ^^; but if you dont like one of them or the character doesnt click right with your brain then kick them out!!!! and no pressure ofc <3

but how about general fluffy headcanons with azul, trey, and vil? with a gender neutral or masc reader, whichever one is fine!! i just want to make sure you have a request since you want to write :D

also, for future reference, what characters do you write for? like is it just nrc students?

HAIIII AUBURNNN :3333 and yea i write for the nrc students. i dont know enough about the other characters outside nrc really, and i dont really like writing for the teachers

Azul:

I think Azul as a boyfriend would probably not flaunt having you as a partner, but would make sure people knew. He'd absolutely let no one mess with his partner. He just likes to spend time with you, even if both of you are doing your own thing he's just happy to be near you.

He can be somewhat clingy at times, but never in a way that could be annoying, or when you have something to do. And definitely not when people can see (he's not taking the chance of being teased).

He'd like to cook for you, even if he didn't really know, he'd learn just to be able to cook for you. He's very much an 'acts of service' boyfriend, and likes to be able to do things for you.

Trey:

Trey would be the kind of boyfriend all your friends would be jealous of you for having. Obviously he likes to cook for you, but he's also always making sure your taking care of yourself. This man would appear out of nowhere going 'Did you eat today? Drink water?'

He's definitely a quality time guy, and likes to take you on dates or do whatever it is you want to do just to see you smile. He also likes to get you gifts, not anything huge (unless it's a holiday or your birthday) but he's pretty consistent in just randomly giving you small things he thought you'd like.

Trey's a good multitasker so expect him to be doing work or vice house warden things while still paying attention to you, but don't purposely try to distract him maybe.

Vil:

Vil would be quiet about your relationship, not because he's embarrassed about you but because he wants to have this one thing to himself. He'd want to keep you away from all the people prying into his life and away from all the people who look at him more as a figure than a real person.

Vil loves spending time with you, and he loves spoiling you rotten. With this man almost anything you ask for he'd make sure you got. He denies pampering you though (he likes to think he's immune to partner puppy eyes, he's not). He obviously likes it when you get excited about seeing him in a movie or something, but he pays more attention to your accomplishments than his own.

Vil is also the kind of guy to just shower you with compliments. More so pointing out things he sees about you but that just makes them more thoughtful and personal

(SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE, SCHEDULE GOT CRAZY)

#losers writing #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #trey clover #vil schoenheit #azul x reader #trey x reader #vil x reader

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juyomiao · 1 year

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take the chance - ricky

ricky x gn!reader

genre: fluff !!! , best friends to lovers

word count: 791

warnings: ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!! so theres going to be mistakes !!! , alcohol consumption but its barely mentioned , is it considered underage drinking if it'd only be considered as underage drinking in countries where the drinking age is above 18/19 ,, (i feel bad for u if u r from any of those countries fr)

note: first actually written work im kinda # nervous my writing skills r .. definitely writing !! this is cringe cliché and based on a dream i had like a month ago . yes im a lesbian yes i dream abt kissing ricky thats completely normal . (friends dont read this i want to disappear rn as i speak)

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You've been to countless parties since the half of the previous school year when your best friend Ricky became popular out of nowhere. You still don't know where that popularity came from, he's always been good looking, it's not like he had some kind of glow up.

Sometimes you think it's more of a curse than a blessing, with all the times you've been dragged to a party you were not invited to because Ricky, being the introvert he is, refuses to go anywhere without you and, consequently, getting dirty looks from everyone for tagging along and 'leeching' off of Ricky's popularity.

Even now, when people have more or less come to terms with the fact that you two are a package deal, you still despise parties, only appreciating a few things about them, like drinking for free and… nothing else, really.

It's not like Ricky enjoys them either, he'd rather stay home with you and watch some romance drama as you eventually fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. But it's not like he can reject every single invite thrown at him. So you two came to a compromise: one weekend at a party, one weekend at your house.

The boredom of awkwardly standing in a corner as you silently watch yet another drunk couple make out, careless of the countless other people surrounding them, soon gets to you, and you blurt out a question.

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

Ricky's calm expression falters for a second, his eyes widening. He just hopes the dimly lit room is hiding the blush creeping on his cheeks.

He's your best friend, how do you not know?

Well, Ricky is a private person and, even having known him for years, he barely talks about his romantic life, so you've never dared prying into it.

"Of course," he says, after composing himself "You?"

You shake your head, breaking eye contact with him. "And I don't think it's going to happen any time soon," you sigh. At this point, it's a hopeless mission.

Ricky is convinced if it wasn't for the loud music in the background, everyone would be able to hear the cogs turning in his brain as it processes this information.

His best friend – whom he has had a crush on since forever – has never kissed someone.

Ricky looks at you through the corner of his eye, wondering if he should take the chance and possibly change your relationship forever – for the better or the worse, he doesn't know.

To you, though, it just looks like he's side-eyeing you with his usual unreadable expression, and you think you fucked up. You assume he's judging you, because not only are you a complete, bitchless loser, but you brought the conversation up yourself.

"Forget it, I don't know why I said that, sorry, now you probably think I'm weird and…" you start rambling, and to Ricky, that's the cutest thing he has ever seen.

God, he's really that down bad.

Suddenly, an idea pops up in his head.

"Can I kiss you?"

The abrupt question leaves you speechless, your words dying in your mouth as you look at him like he has grown a second head.

"What?" It sounds dumb once you say it, but you genuinely think you misheard him. There's no way Ricky, of all people, would ask you something like that.

Ricky smiles, "I said," he turns with his shoulder leaning on the wall so he can look at you directly "Can I kiss you?"

You blink at him, dumbfounded "Wha- what? Did you… what? Did you actually say that? Am I hearing this right?"

Ricky nods, clearly amused by your reaction

"If this is a joke, it's not funny, like, at all."

"Why would I be joking?" Ricky's expression goes back to deadpan serious, he inches closer to your face "So? Is this a yes?"

You nod slowly, still trying to process what's happening. You shouldn't want this, you shouldn't be so tempted to kiss your best friend. But you are.

Before you can overthink it any further, Ricky closes the space between you two. He's hesitant at first, his lips barely brushing against yours, but when you clumsily try to reciprocate the kiss, he takes the lead.

It doesn't feel special, or magic, or like anything else people have described their first kiss as. It's just two best friends who realized their feelings for each other. And to you, that's perfect.

"So… now what?"

"How about we get out of here and go on a date?" You sigh, shaking your head, "Ricky, it's…" you check your phone "1 AM, where would we even go?"

He seems to genuinely think about it for a solid one or two minutes "McDonald's?"

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note 2 bc i cant stfu : WHY IS THE ENDING SO RUSHED I WANT TO SCREAM.. but i've wanted to post this for like a week now so im posting it anyways , pls leave some feedback if u liked it 🫶🏻

#☆ li writes #zb1 scenarios #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #shen ricky

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