Those fics where yn is with a mmc who is misogynistic is so nasty. Women die from these type of men daily, have their lived ruined cause of such mentality and you turn it into some fetish for your smut fanfics? Imagine all the women who died fighting for our rights only for yall to romanticising misogynistic men and enable their behaviours.
SUMMARY: a series of connected one-shots set in the same universe that can be read as standalones or all together, centered around port mafia member (eventually executive)!reader and dazai's relationship progressing over the years.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: as promised the master list for the universe i’ve been talking about for almost a month now!! they're all in chronological order! and as i said above, can be read as standalones or all together. keep in mind there might be some minor discontinuities but for the most part, there shouldn't be any. although i might adjust things here and now as i get new ideas so keep that in mind!
WORLD OVERVIEW
an overview of pm!reader’s ability/background/general world building for those curious
AND WHEN I'M BACK I YOKOHAMA | AGE 16
with the team sent to escort you back to the port mafia headquarters obliterated, you're on your own in a war-torn yokohama. or, well, you are until mori sends out the infamous double black to retrieve you... you almost wish he would've let you suffer out there alone.
LOST IN THE DARK (THEN I FOUND YOU) | AGE 16
with a blizzard rocking yokohama, you find yourself seeking refuge in nakahara chuuya's apartment because, somehow, his building is the only one that has working generators... yet you find yourself becoming a bit suspicious (and concerned) when you realize the one person you expected to be there isn't. so you decide to go looking for him yourself, forcing chuuya to come along, and you end up maybe biting off more than you could chew.
IN A SKY FULL OF STARS, I SEE YOU | AGE 16
dazai is on the verge of falling apart. he can feel it happening, it's just a matter of whether or not he's going to be able to get out of your apartment before you come back and catch him like this. he has the opportunity for it—he does—but when he realizes that you might be in just as bad of a state as he's in, dazai decides to swallow his pride and put aside his own struggles to try to help you in the same way you've helped him in the past.
CHAMPAGNE KISSES | AGE 16
in a desperate attempt to try to get you to drink with him, dazai offers up a secret he's never told anyone... and how could you possible refuse that? AKA the first kiss fic.
I BITE MY TONGUE IT'S A BAD HABIT | AGE 16
dazai doesn't care about stupid holidays, but when he sees everyone but him being gifted chocolates from you, he starts to find himself severely bothered. it's the principle, he tells himself—nothing more, nothing less, just the principle.... right?
SOMETIMES ALL I THINK ABOUT IS YOU (LATE NIGHTS IN THE MIDDLE OF JUNE) | AGE 17
realizing you have no idea when dazai's birthday is, you and chuuya embark on a massive quest to figure it out. and you do—but you also find out something far more worrying in the process, making you question if you ever really knew dazai osamu. the issue? you have no way of bringing it up to him. but you'll have to worry about that later anyway. first things first: you have to plan a birthday that dazai will never forget.
THREE TIMES DAZAI NEARLY BURNED YOUR KITCHEN DOWN + ONE TIME HE DIDN’T
dazai’s attempts at doing something nice for you fail miserably every time—until finally, one day, things go right.
YOU'VE BEGUN TO FEEL LIKE HOME | AGE 17
dazai is not as slick as he thinks he is, and you let him get away with way too much. OR, dazai realizes the only place he feels comfortable enough to sleep is at your side, but god forbid he vocalizes that.
I WISH I WAS YOUR GIRL | AGE 17
you don't know why dazai has suddenly become so standoffish with you the last week—there's something that everyone isn't telling you, but you can't even bring yourself to make that your biggest concern. you're just so at your limits with the back and forth with him that you can't concentrate on anything else. mishima is hosting a ball is this evening and you think that this is it: if things are going to happen between the two of you, it'll be tonight or it'll be never. you can't wait forever on someone who's just going to string you along the rest of his life. you won't.
YOU AND ME (ALWAYS FOREVER) | AGE 18
more than friends, not quite lovers. that's been your relationship with dazai osamu for as long as you can remember. you didn't want to push him, and you gave him plenty of chances, but there's only so long you can wait for someone. you thought you would be better off moving on—you were wrong, of course.
MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE NEVER BEFORE | AGE 18
your patience is thinning. despite having a conversation with dazai and being led to believe everything is okay, he's suddenly avoiding you again. luckily, or maybe unluckily, his hand is forced when he realizes that you're not waiting for him this time. whether he likes it or not, this confrontation is happening—except you slowly realize as it goes on that dazai's definition of intimacy is dreadfully different from yours.
I AM HIS, AND HE IS MINE | AGE 18
it's the night of what's supposed to be your first date with dazai, but of course, like all things involving dazai osamu, nothing goes right. you should have expected it... but maybe not all is ruined.
WICKED LOVE WILL LEAVE ME BLIND | AGE 18
dangerous games are played between you and dazai during one of the most important events of the year for the japanese underworld. you're never this risky, not when your reputation is on the line, but fuck being near him just seems draw out all of the worst in you.
DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS | AGE 18, POST-DEFECTION
seven months after his defection, you run into dazai osamu by sheer chance. you know in your heart what you should do—traitors are to be disposed of, regardless of any previous relationship you might've had with them... but can you bring yourself to do what must be done? or will you be more driven by the questions you desperately need answered?
KNOW IT'S FOR THE BETTER (ALL I WANTED WAS YOU) | AGE 19
he can't stop himself from calling; you can't stop yourself from answering. he never speaks, but he doesn't have to—just knowing he's there is enough to lure you in. that's how it remains for weeks. that is until you mention that you're going on a risky mission and dazai has to to make an equally risky decision to keep you safe.
HE'S THE SERPENTINE, HE'S MY COLLAR | AGE 22
you're finally back in yokohama after spending three years abroad dealing with mori's foreign business. the last person you want is to see dazai osamu, the wounds of his abrupt betrayal still too fresh for comfort. unfortunately, he decides to take matters into his own hands by showing up at your office in the middle of the night
I LAUGH LIKE ME AGAIN (SHE LAUGHS LIKE YOU) | AGE 22
four years apart and the ultimate question is about to be answered: do you and dazai really still know each other, or are you clinging to a fantasy of the past? you decide to put it to the test with a game of wits and questions when dazai gets back to your apartment—but as the game drags on, dazai starts to wonder if maybe he was wrong. worse, if maybe he would prefer to be wrong.
BIRDS OF A FEATHER (WE SHOULD STICK TOGETHER) | AGE 22
you're called back to yokohama when the president of the agency and the boss of the port mafia are infected by the same ability. you know that the situation is complicated, but you don't realize just how bad it is for you until you're sitting face-to-face with dazai on the opposing side for the first time.
I THINK I'VE SEEN THIS LOVE BEFORE | AGE 22
dazai finds himself back at your apartment in the weeks after the conflict with alexander pushkin while you're away in rome, hoping to push away the emptiness consuming him by dragging himself to the one place he's ever felt okay. it's not enough—not when you're not there—but he can't, and won't, ask you to drop everything you're doing to come deal with him and his fucked up head. luckily, he doesn't have to.
I'LL TAKE THE NIGHT SHIFT | AGE 22
now that the chaos following the aftermath of the decay of angel incident has settled, mori intends on making good on the deal he made with the armed detective agency. and you have a very important decision to make.
I'LL TAKE A QUIET LIFE | AGE 23
you didn't mean for things to turn out the way they did—you swear you really didn't. but when a certain someone decides to provoke you when you're trying to do the right thing… well. things take a turn for the worse. all you wanted was to peacefully borrow dazai for his birthday, whisking him away for a one-week getaway from the city and work, but you know how dazai is, and you couldn't risk any of his coworkers letting something slip. so, now, instead of a nice peaceful surprise and maintaining relations with the agency, you've had to resort to kidnapping. again. you'll make the most of it anyway.
ALTERNATE UNIVERSES
WASTELAND, BABY! | CIVILIAN!DAZAI
one chance encounter at a bar with a fourth year literature student sends your life spiraling in a way you never could've expected. you're not going to let this go far (you're lying).
THE LAND IS INHOSPITABLE (BUT ARE WE?) | CIVILIAN!DAZAI
six months have passed since you took over as boss of the port mafia, but nothing makes sense. you seek answers that nobody seems to have or is willing to give you, but one chance encounter at a bar with a strange author leads to everything unravelling.
TWO SLOW DANCERS | BEAST!DAZAI
you love him. you've always loved him, and you'll never not love him, but you don't understand what changed. dazai treated you like you were his whole world for years, and then suddenly, he went cold. he murdered mori and took his place as head of the port mafia, and he became someone you barely recognized. you need answers, but you're scared you might get them too late.
𓂃 ࣪ ࣪⋆✩˚ ༘ [leon kennedy]: three times you tried to end your situationship with Leon + the one time you actually succeeded
— in which! you were overthinking your relationship with leon and he was doing the same as you—just not for the same reason.
wordcount! 4.1k (even I'm shocked)
warning! cliché, idiots in love, drunk-driving (DONT BE LIKE THEM), mild depictions of gunshots and crashes, allusions to sexual intercourse, f! reader in mind but it's really not specified i think, HEAVY SUGGESTIVE STUFF, not beta'ed we die like my mans ethan, eng not my first language, wrote this in under 48 hrs are u proud of me
loosely inspired by: don't wanna break up again by ariana grande
The first time it happened, it was a casual hook-up. A one-night stand.
You met him in a local bar, drinking his sorrows away—you guessed. But he was pretty, and you were (admittedly) weak for pretty guys, so when temptation goes hand in hand with stupidity and bad decisions? It was a no-brainer that equates to disaster.
You sat beside him, equipped with nothing but liquid courage and a thirst for biceps. That should’ve raised red flags in his mind, but he doesn’t seem to care; that works to your favor.
“What’s a pretty guy doing here, all alone?” You played coy, flagging the bartender for a drink while (not-so-subtly) looking at him to see if he'll take the bait.
“…” No response. It seemed as if he was stuck in his own lonely world.
“Goldilocks?” You tried again, deadset on getting his attention, even if he's straight up refusing to give you a crumble.
“…Me?” He gruffed. Oh? That got a reaction out of him.
The stranger took another shot, stubbornly refusing to glance at you—refusing to give the attention you craved.
“Of course, you.” You chuckled, refusing to give up.
“Sorry, didn’t know.” He grunts. What a broody man.
“Girlfriend dumped you?”
Hook, line, and sinker. That made him pause. Must've hit a nerve.
“That's your way of asking if I have one?” He replied with a scoff, a petty smirk making itself known.
“You’re cute. Got me already.” You hummed, aiming to catch him off guard.
That got him to finally look at you. His eyes widen a fraction—barely even noticeable—as a light flush dusts his cheeks.
“How would I get you if I don’t even know your name?” He countered, finally having the courage to respond.
“Damn, you’re smooth.” You whistled, giving your name with a grin. Fuck, he was finally interested.
“Hm? What a pretty name,” he mumbled your name, a slight quirk lifting his lips. “Sounds like your mother loves you.”
Now that… kinda made your heart speed up. As if you unknowingly signed a bound-for-life contract with a person whose name you don’t even know, no less. You talked for hours; the conversation fell into a mad, easy rhythm. He looked familiar—as if you’ve seen him somewhere before. You don’t know when or where, but gosh, something about him felt unbearably enchanting. Like he bewitched you—letting him carve a hole in your heart with a sign that says ‘I live here now lol’.
Well, that’s a one-way ticket to enter his home.
No, seriously, he did take you to his apartment—sorry, penthouse. It was nearby, and neither of you was hammered enough to drive—it was relatively safe.
What happened after wasn’t safe at all, though.
After his front door opened, lust resumed to cloud your minds. You felt his presence looming behind you, his hands steady on your waist. The moment the door closed? He’s pouncing on you like an animal starved for weeks. Lips on lips, tongue to tongue, rough hands exploring the canvases of your bodies. His hand snuck on the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer and angling his wet appendage even deeper—sweet sounds involuntarily leaving your throat, and he swallows it down like a champ. He tastes like a hint of mint and strong whiskey. God, you hoped the walls were thick.
Your hands slide inside his shirt with feather-like precision, moving from his soft pectorals (now hardened as you felt him flex) to his defined abdominal muscles. Six packs, you counted. You felt him shiver as your hands moved dangerously lower to where he needed you most.
He slowly, begrudgingly pulled away, panting as a string of saliva connected you. The erotic display made your head fuzzy with need, forgetting the fact that you literally didn’t know his name. He could be a serial killer for all you care, but it doesn’t matter as long as he’s giving you a taste of ecstasy.
“Leon.” He groaned, and your brain lagged, leaving you momentarily frozen. A small ‘huh?’ was all you could conjure.
“Leon Kennedy, the name you’ll be screaming later, gorgeous.” He grunts, and a wide predatory grin settles on his face as he kisses you with the same—if not more—vigour as before.
His arm wandered behind your legs, effortlessly lifting you. You yelped, scrambling to hold him tighter. All that bastard did was laugh, nosing and playfully biting your stomach. Hard to be annoyed when he quite literally rocked your world moments after. You couldn’t leave immediately after, even if you tried—you felt like a fish walking in the sand for the first time with the way that your legs. just. won’t. work.
So you let him romance you with aftercare. Soft, fleeting kisses and gentle hands tidying you up.
The next day was far from different. Now, the reason why you couldn’t walk away wasn't just because of your out-of-commission legs. You couldn’t walk away simply because a man—Leon, as you've learnt—has you locked in his strong arms and hulking muscles. Every time you shift, his hold would get even tighter. And you couldn’t even pry his hands off your waist; you tried it, and it was useless.
So, what did you do?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing but placing your hand on his cheek while admiring him close up. His soft jawline, his disheveled hair perfectly framing his face, his soft, inviting lips—anything, really. It was as if he was sculpted by the Goddess of beauty herself.
But then, you felt him shift. You were startled, quickly trying to pull your hand away. Keyword: trying. Because just as quickly, his large hand shot up to hold your smaller one—interwining—keeping it from trying to move. You squirmed; his other arm (from below your waist) trapped you in place. It was all too sudden—your eyes widen a fraction as you feel him nuzzle into your warm palm, a soft sigh escaping him.
“Hi,” Leon mumbled, locking eyes with you. His voice was rough, given that he had just woken up, but his eyes. His eyes held affection. Utterly devastating affection, just for you.
Now that made your insufferable heart ache.
And that, was the start of your situationship with a broody, corny, infuriatingly handsome man named Leon (Ass) Kennedy.
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“Hey, Lee?”
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“Let’s end this—whatever this is.”
“Huh, wha—”
You ended the call, not even bothering to let him finish.
It’s been months of this fuckass cat-and-fish game you didn’t even know you were playing. Months of this on-and-off, months of this disappearing game, and gosh, you’re tired. Tired of him treating whatever you two have as nothing but a mere plaything; tired of your stupid, traitorous heart for always beating faster because of him; tired of yourself for letting him use you just as he pleases.
So yeah, you’re done. You’ve exhausted yourself, and it’s time to get your life back together.
That’s what you would say if you didn’t hear a car pull out in your driveway and the bell ringing incessantly immediately right after.
When you opened the door (because admit it, you were kinda curious—and maybe wanna play round two), all you saw were flowers—a bunch of them. A gorgeous floral arrangement, boxes of chocolates, and a puppy-eyed Leon Kennedy begging you to reconsider.
Safe to say, you were one big dumb down-bad idiot and did something more than just get back together (unofficially).
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The third time was… admittedly kinda different.
He’s in one of his disappearing games again, dodging the topic of whatever it is that he’s doing for a living. You were honestly convinced that he was part of the mafia or something at some point, given the way he acted.
He said no, and you digress. The look of his offended face was something to coo over, blue-boba eyes staring at you like you have five foreheads and an antenna. You would’ve smacked him if he weren’t handsome.
But that’s not the point, no.
The point is that when you inevitably call him (because you missed his clingy ass), a lady with a very pretty voice answers.
“Lee, oh my god, where the fuck have you been?! It’s been what, like five weeks with no—”
“Hi! Sorry, not Leon. He’s kinda busy at the moment, call back later. Bye!”
“…”
“That fucking bastard hung up!” You screamed in frustration, throwing your phone to god-knows-where.
You were livid.
Because of course, a pretty girl (you assume) will come running into his arms the moment you're out of the picture (and babe, girls still swarm him even if you’re in the picture—who are we kidding).
And because you’re kinda fucking crazy and maaaybe a stalker at birth, you checked the location of where the call was connected. Turns out it came from freaking Spain. That fucker was on vacation, in Spain, with a pretty girl (again, you assumed). Forgetting the fact that there was background noise—which seemed eerily familiar with multiple gunshots and a crash, you really contemplated blocking him.
Like, okay, your thingy wasn’t official-official, but c’mon! You fucked, eat together, cuddle while watching sad-sappy dramas you know he hates, but sucks it up because you like it! Hell, he wipes your tears off, is your unpaid therapist, and ties your shoes for you! Both of you had a written agreement that signifies you, and he won’t be hooking up with anyone other than yourselves.
Have you, perhaps, misjudged the situation again?!
You spent five hours retrieving your phone from underneath the cabinet just to send a ‘we’re done, enjoy your next pretty lady’ text. You don’t even know how it got there, and you refuse to talk about how you got it out.
Leon responded with: ‘Hey, pretty lady. I miss your pretty smile. Quit being pissy, yeah? Dinner on me?’ after a week of deadbeat silence.
You’d rather be caught dead wearing a potato sack than admit you sent a ‘when’ text back.
Waiting for a month to pass before you hit send, of course. You weren’t that desperate.
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This time was on Valentine's Day.
Yeah, real sappy.
In each corner you take, it looked like red and pink hearts were thrown up on the streets. And everywhere you looked, all you saw were couples eating each other’s faces off. It’s disgusting, really. Hated it, actually. Totally not thinking of Leon bringing you flowers and letting you decorate him with lipstick and bite marks. Totally.
So you clocked in at work.
As a barista who’s in love with her job, one of your favorite things to do is those rare specials. As a person who’s emotionally constipated and bitter, you hated doing hearts this very specific day.
It wasn’t until you saw a very familiar blond from across the street that you stopped and stared for a few moments. Now, it wasn’t unusual for him to wander around where you worked, but what’s unusual is the fact that he’s talking to a lady with a small, infuriating smile on his face. You saw him—very carefully—receiving a bouquet from her, treating it just as delicately. You saw the lady nudge him, and he chuckled in response before walking away.
Your eye twitched as your smile turned into a grimace, almost scaring the customer who had been trying to get your attention to order.
Your shift ended with you making wonky hearts and fake smiles throughout.
While you were exiting, you saw a familiar car parked along the pavement, and a familiar face half-asleep in the driver's seat. He was cute. That, you’ll admit. You sneakily snapped a photo, forgetting the very cute fact that your flash was on. That woke Leon up, clumsily unlocking the door and stumbling out.
“Nice nap?” you teased, a smile easily making its way to your face.
“Yeah, waiting for you, actually.” He tried to be smooth. He really did. But the slight tremor in his voice revealed that he was nervous. He faked a cough, choosing instead to open his backseat—beckoning you to come closer.
And when you did, the scene almost made your eyes tear up.
Because in his backseat was a huge fox stuffed toy holding a ‘will you let me be your valentine?’ sign propped with a very familiar arrangement of your favorite flowers, snacks, chocolates, and the like.
“So… will you?” whispered Leon from behind you. You turned around and, god, he was so close you practically felt his breath fan your flushed face. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him to your height, and stared at his twinkling baby blues with nothing but adoration.
Then, you leaned to close the distance.
Your lips moved in sync, falling into a dance both of you unknowingly memorized as your glassy eyes fluttered shut. You felt him nip your bottom lip, making it part. His warm tongue explored your mouth, as if it were the first time he had the honor of doing so. Your tongues locked, meeting halfway. You felt him suck, swallowing your noises as he backed you to his car.
His hands wander to your waist, pulling you even closer. And the worst part? He was gentle. He was gentle all throughout. As if what you had were real—labels be damned. You didn’t even remember when you parted, just the warmth of his calloused hand that caressed your cheek with hearts in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips. He looked ethereal, with his blown-out pupils and golden hair that swayed with the wind.
“Does that answer your question, Kennedy?” You asked, just as softly, afraid of dampening the surreal mood.
He laughed softly, and god, it was beautiful. You don’t even think there was an ounce of ugliness in that man. Sure, he has his broody act, but god, it just makes him all the more endearing.
“I got you flowers.” Leon started, brushing your hair behind your ear, which felt out of place. “From across the café. You’ve mentioned how much you loved how they arranged their bouquets. Jesus, the lady recognized me from buying there all the time.” He finished with a breathless—shy—laugh, a hint of red slowly blooming through his face.
“Lee, you didn’t have to.” You drawled, your voice fading into a whisper. “Just your presence is enough.”
“I want to. Your smile makes it worth it,” he stated with enough conviction that made your heart bubble with love. Utterly devastating love. All for him. All for the mysterious man you walked up to in the bar that had too much love to give with no one to give it to.
“God, you're sappy.” You shook your head, turning away from him to hide your rapidly blooming cheeks.
“You love it.” Leon chuckled, turning your head back.
“Debatable.”
“What a pretty, pissy girlfriend you are.” He grinned, purposely letting the word linger.
Now that made you freeze, the gears of your head refusing to turn. “Girlfriend..?”
And that made Leon confused, slightly stepping back to give you space, but his hands were still firmly planted around you. “Of course, girlfriend. You don’t think I’ll do this to someone I’m not exclusive to, right?”
“Huh? Since when?!” You exclaimed, gripping the two openings of his jacket.
“Baby, I literally take you out on dates—we’re dating. The fuck you mean ‘when’??” He looked at you, incredulously—as if you were the one making zero sense.
“I—wha—you never asked?!” You tugged, shaking him back and forth.
“We talked about being exclusive!”
“Yeah—exclusively fucking!”
“We literally had thee talk.” He deadpanned, amusement lingering in his eyes.
“That’s not how it works??!”
“Wait, so—the whole time—you don’t think I’m fucking yours?” The bastard had the audacity to laugh at you, making your blood flare up.
“Fuck—yes??”
“Baby, that’s insane. Are you okay?”
“I—you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“So much.” That earned him multiple smacks on the head and a shit ton of kisses that peppered all over his face right after.
Yeah, turns out, in the very deep and concerning mind of Leon S. Kennedy, the two of you were in a very much real, loving, and committed relationship. You just didn’t know it yet.
He thinks it started the very first time you slept together.
He knew you as the pretty lady who works in a cozy café downtown. The cute barista who serves sweet drinks with a matching sweet smile. He was with Claire that time, grabbing a long-overdue lunch. It was the closest café in the vicinity, and like the gentleman that he is, he offered to order and pay for her as well.
He caught a glimpse of you while he was ordering.
And damn, it felt like Cupid’s arrow went straight to his heart and hit the bullseye.
Because from then on, he vowed to visit—at least maybe once a month. Y’know, just to… observe—order, drinks and pastries are good. Totally. Totally not because he was too much of a pussy to talk to you. For sure.
That’s also the reason why he felt as if Cupid came for round 2 when he saw you at the bar.
You were literally talking to him—giving him attention—and he didn’t even notice that it was you, of all people. It’s the whiskey, he swears, that made him undeniably bold. On any normal day, he wouldn’t have the courage to talk to you—more or less, flirt with you! He’s a dangerous man living a dangerous life and working a dangerous job, for godssake! You could be in danger, and fuck, he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you.
But as hours passed by, he just couldn’t help but indulge in a dangerous drug named you. The way your voice lifts when you talk about something that interests you, the way you unconsciously scrunch your nose when you catch a whiff of something strong, and Christ, the way you sweep your hair back so you can see clearly. It irks him. The way you do shit to him, and you. don’t. even. notice.
He didn’t even know what happened. One second, he’s learning about you in the bar, and the next, you’re in his sheets—reeling from satisfaction: bathing in the afterglow. Leon couldn’t let you go, even if he tried. You got him madly hooked. And he’s right where he wants to be. With you wrapped in his arms. With you tracing his scars, kissing him lovingly as if he deserved only the best in this godforsaken world.
“Hi.” He nuzzled into your soft, inviting palm.
“You’re awake? Sorry, I woke you up.” You were so damn warm. Your voice, a little gruff from sleep, makes his blood run in a different direction.
“It’s fine, knew you couldn’t resist me. Not a bad way to wake up.” He teased, disguising his real, incoherent thoughts.
“Hush, you look like a bad decision.”
“One you’re willing to indulge in, yeah?”
“Debatable.”
He laughed, pecking the tip of your nose and pulling you even closer—his head now resting on the top of yours, wishing for the moment to last forever.
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Leon was with Sherry this time, on one of his off days. He wanted to visit his kid— checked to see if everything was alright.
“Leon? Who was that?” Sherry asked, a bit curious. For her, it was weird seeing Leon look lovingly at his phone. It was weird seeing him on his phone in general, more so that he’s smiling as if someone hung the moon for him. As strange as it is, she’s just glad that someone is making Leon act like an otter seeing the water for the very first time.
“My girlfriend. She’s probably bored.” He replied, a small smile involuntarily appearing on his face. He can’t help it; that’s just your effect on him.
“You have a girlfriend? Who? Since when??” She almost squealed, excitement flickering in her bright eyes.
“I know. Shocker, right?”
He picked up the call, expecting a barrage of ‘I miss you, come over?’ or some rant about your ass netflix shows you couldn’t help but watch, or maybe even that annoying regular that picks up fights with literally anyone.
What he didn’t expect was an abrupt breakup call.
“… that was awkward,” Sherry faked a cough. “Are you… okay, though?” She winced, voice gradually becoming more of a whisper.
After a few beats of silence.
“…Yeah, she just—does that—I’m okay. Yup… I’ll just—… I’ll see you later, kid?”
He doesn’t know why or what compelled you to break up with him over a damn twenty-three-second phone call, but he sure as hell won’t be losing the absolute love of his life over some fucking boredom.
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Spain was crazy. Insane—criminal, actually.
His mission was to save the President’s daughter, Ashley Graham. Jesus, he’s glad she’s already by his side—he can’t fucking wait for the mission to be over.
The absurd call happened when he was literally fighting for his life. His phone might’ve fallen during whatever the fuck he was doing to survive (he’s kinda reckless, okay—but valid), because all he saw was Ashley picking it up and talking to someone before quickly handing it back to him.
“Someone called you. I guess they were worried.”
“…There’s a reception here..?” He was more confused because how the fuck did a normal call connect easily when the comms with Hunnigan were choppy?
It wasn’t until he felt a chill run down his back that he asked the dreaded, “Who was it?”
“Ah, I didn’t check. But it sounds like a girl—wait, do you have a girlfriend?” Ashley asked, a bit incredulously—and he couldn’t stop the involuntary ‘shit’ that fell out of his mouth.
Oh. Oh fuck. He’s fucked.
Because of course, your call would connect; that’s just your effect.
If you knew he was basically kidnapped, would he be forgiven? Who was he kidding, he knew he wouldn’t be telling you any of this when he got home. Not because it’s confidential as fuck, but because he can’t bring himself to tell you all the ugly parts of his job. He can’t bring you down with him—and if that meant forever keeping you in the dark with the horror he regularly goes through? Then so be it.
He’d rather wait for a month than explain—recall—he almost got killed for the umpteenth amount of time in Spain, and not experience the getaway you thought he had. He’d rather whisper sweet nothings in your ear and have you in his arms than tell the tale that he got infected by a freaking parasite that ought to make him a mindless subordinate.
He’d rather take you to a fancy dinner and be enamored by you once again, grovel at your feet, and give you a good time than to admit that he was forcefully employed by the government to keep his mouth shut about the horrors of bioweapons.
Yeah, he’d rather take the burn of your anger than have you worry if he’ll live the next time he disappears again.
He might be selfish, but Jesus, what can he do if you unknowingly became his only salvation?
If becoming official meant going to court to pledge your undying devotion? Then so be it. Leon’s already got a beautiful ring in mind.
hey hey hey!! it's been a while, hasn't it? i'm afraid leon ass kennedy got me in a cage rn fighting for my life, apparently getting tagged-team w chris bulkfield as we speak. this was my third wip for this man n it's the first one to be published. i'm actually shocked bcuz this is like the longest anything i've ever fucking written, and it's also, BY FAR, the most suggestive one i've ever published. my mans been rotting my mind for a month now and gosh, i literally can't get out. hope you enjoyed reading this one as much as i've enjoyed writing it! also btw, no ai was used in this self-indulgent fic, i'm just an em dash warrior. as always, rbs are appreciated lmao ily
I need the kpop!added member writers to COME BACK. Don’t let it all end. Give me your OC’s, reader fics, whatever. I just want to stay in that era and never leave…
how it works: send me a request with the number of the prompt you want and the member(s) you want me to write it about! please read my rules before you send it and make sure to include everything i ask for
i'll be crossing the already taken ones and adding new ones as i write them 💘 (please be patient it might take me some time to write your req)
“do you truly hate me?” “i wish that was possible.” (taken)
“hi honey.” “don’t honey me, you just threw a book at me!” (taken)
“can we just stay like this? pretend it’s still us?" (taken)
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes. and i know i haven’t been what you needed. but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“you were crying in your sleep last night." (taken)
"you have to be kidding me. i have to share a room with you." (taken)
"you‘re the last person i wanted to see tonight." "and yet here we are."
“touch her again, and i swear i’ll make you wish you never were born.” (taken)
“can you braid my hair again? i liked it last time.”
“why are you lying in my bed wearing my clothes?” (taken)
"you're safe now. i promise. i won’t let anything happen to you." (taken)
"i don't usually believe in love at first sight, but i'm willing to make an exception for you." (taken)
“you fell asleep on me again.”
“i hate seeing you cry for me.” (taken)
“come on, this isn't funny." "i'm not joking. it's locked.” (taken)
"stay. forget the world. kiss me when no one's watching but the stars."
“come back to bed, it’s cold without you.” (taken)
"we keep running into each other. fate? or are you just obsessed with me?" (taken)
“do you want to take a bath with me?” (taken)
“show me where it hurts so i can kiss it better.” (taken)
“you’re supposed to be my safe place, not the reason my chest feels like it’s going to explode.”
"i swear i just saw someone standing in the corner of the room." (taken)
“where were you when i needed you?”
"kiss me." "you're drunk." "pfft. it's just a kiss." (taken)
"you think i don’t notice when something’s wrong, but i do."
"i don’t want to be the jealous type... but i can’t stop myself." &team jo
"can i take you out on a date?”
“can i give you a hug? you look like you need one.”
"you looked really flirty with him tonight." (taken)
"i called you ten times. where were you?" &team nicholas
None of these prompts are mine but they are a mixture of different ones i have seen
if you want to request a prompt, tell me which number (can be 2 numbers), which member, genre and an AU (not required but helpful)
PLEASE NOTE THAT I DO NOT WRITE SMUT
1. “Silence, you uneducated peanut”
2. “I saved your life!”
3. “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute”
4. “I heard that!” ; “You were supposed to!”
5. “You just woke me up you piece of shit”
6. “To hell with it! You love him/her don’t you?”
7. “It’s okay, you don’t have to love me”
8. “So, err I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional or….?”
9. “It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out”
10. “I’m losing my cold hearted reputation here”
11. “Because he’s/she’s an idiot!”
12. “It’s like all I ever do is make you unhappy”
13. “You scared me!”
14. “She/he is crying! What do I do?”
15. “It was a misunderstanding!”
16. “Remember….”
17. “I would do anything for you darling”
18. “I need advice…”
19. “Hot as fuck”
20. “You’re weird”
21. “Will you let go of my hand?!”
22. “I am way too sober for this”
23. “Fight me!”
24. “THAT IS A SIN”
25. “Can you close your eyes?”
26. “I couldn’t just leave it there. It was all cold and alone. Come on, please?”
27. “You face that way, and I’ll face this way”
28. “It’s really not that complicated.”
29. “It’s three in the morning.”
30. “You have to leave right now.”
31. “Just trust me.”
32. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
33. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
34. “I want an answer, goddammit!”
35. “It was you the whole time.”
36. “Tell me again.”
37. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
38. “I’m not going anywhere.”
39. “Prove it.”
40. “I might never get another chance to say this.”
41. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
42. “Lie to me then.”
43. “I never stood a chance, did I?”
44. “How much of that did you hear?”
45. “Are you drunk?”
46. “I still remember the way you taste.”
47. “How much of that did you hear?”
48. “What happens if I do this?”
49. “I don’t want to screw this up.”
50. “People are staring.”
51. “I still love you, even after all that has happened.”
52. “Just this once, please stay.”
53. “DON’T FLUSH THE TOILET WHEN I’M IN THE SHOWER!”
54. “You can’t be mean, because I cook the food…and I could technically poison you.”
55. “Are you going to yell at me, too? I deserve it.”
56. “If you don’t love me, tell me. Please, just let me go.”
57. “I can’t do this. Just leave me alone.”
58. “Do it. Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”
59. “This isn’t your fault, okay? I promise.”
60. “We’d be good together, don’t you think”
how it works: you send an ask naming a list with a number and a person or group, and i'll write an imagine, reaction, or headcanon based on the prompt.
request examples: 1. "could you do prompt #1 with nicholas from &team?" 2. "could you do trope #1 with jake from enhypen?" 3: "could you do prompt #1 and trope #1 with taerae from zb1?"
note: the tropes will be unlimited, however once i see and begin working on a request for any of the quote prompts, the prompt will be crossed off and i will not be using it again.
massive prompt masterlist - a google doc of over 10k prompts (not my list).
★ prompts
1. "that was the day i realized that i'm in love with you." / &team k
2. "but you could die." "we get closer to death every day, what's the big deal?"
3. "don't let me drink anymore. i have a tendency to lose control when intoxicated." / &team k
4. "you just kissed me..." "and you just kissed me back. what's your point?" / &team yuma
5. "you left me alone. do you know how scared i was?" / &team k
6. "i'm gonna kill him if he looks at you again." / &team nicholas
7. "i hate you." "you know that's a lie." / &team nicholas
8. "i could listen to your voice all day." / zb1 taerae
9. "may i have this dance?" / &team maki
10. "i think this is the part where we kiss" / &team harua
11. "oh good, you're here. for future reference, how do you use a fire extinguisher?" / &team harua
12. "don't play innocent. you had me pinned against a wall not even two minutes ago." / &team jo
13. "i thought you were gonna die so i was thinking of ways to die too." / &team nicholas
14. "we all saw you kiss, what do you mean you're just friends?" / zb1 hanbin
15. "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there." / enhypen heeseung
16. "you weren't speaking like that when i had you pinned against the couch just now." / &team k
17. "don't leave any marks. it'll be hard to explain hickeys to my parents." / &team jo
18. "i'm sleeping on the couch tonight." / svt vernon (tba)
19. "stop looking so kissable in front of other people or they might get ideas." / &team maki
20. "you look like you're gonna kiss me." "do you have a problem with that?" / &team jo
There’s some fluff, some smut, some angst, and some funny prompts all mashed up from a bunch of prompt lists I’ve found. Absolutely none of these prompts came from me, I just threw a bunch of ones I liked together.
“Come over here and make me.”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I almost lost you.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Kiss me.”
“It could be worse.”
“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
“Just once.”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“Wanna dance?”
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“You did all of this for me?”
“I swear it was an accident.”
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
“I fucking hate you”
“He’s dead, again.”
“It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”
“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”
“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”
“Let me do this, please.”
you’re not as funny as you think you are
i’m just getting comfy
just because you can doesn’t mean you should
how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?
thank you for being in my life
text me when you’re home
you are such a nerd
why are you so cold?
stop laughing at me
you were put on this earth to give me a headache
you’re ticklish
can we go home yet?
you are a terrible influence
one of us is clearly smarter than the other
you need some sleep
how have you survived this long by yourself?
are you just quoting song lyrics?
i’m only here for the dog
sleep is for the weak
that was you?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“What? I have never-”
“I do not have an answer for you.”
“In my defense, I really wanted to.”
“At least I didn’t break any laws.”
“What did you do this time?”
“How do we get out?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Just marry me already.”
“Did I stutter?”
“Did I just say that out loud?”
“H-How long have you been standing there?”
“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”
“Is that what you call an apology?”
“Is there anything you want to tell me?”
“Somebody’s in love!”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”
“I’m never leaving…I promise.”
“Uh, am I interrupting?”
“I like you, like like you like you.”
“Be my Valentine?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“God, I love you.”
“You’re so fucking cute.”
“Stop being a fucking prick.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
“You’re my everything.”
“I love seeing you smile.”
“i’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“ i can’t get enough of you.”
“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”
“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”
“is this okay?”
“this is a one time thing.”
“you know where to find me.”
“you’re really good at that.”
“here’s my hotel room number.”
“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”
“Wanna join?”
“Stop doing that”
“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”
“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”
“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”
“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”
“say you want me, and i’m yours.”
“you need a place to stay for the night”
“i want to taste you”
“i love it when you talk dirty
“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”
“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”
“i forgot my towel”
“this feels dirty” “that’s because it is”
“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”
“are you sure about this?”
“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”
“do you want help with that?”
“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”
“bend over the desk love”
“is that my shirt?”
“my mother adores you.”
“is that a drawing of me?”
“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”
“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”
“stop looking at me like that!”
“i didn’t know you could sing.”
“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”
“you wrote me a song?”
“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”
“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”
“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”
“Take my jacket, it’s cold”
“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”
“I’m not going anywhere”
“fuck you.” - “when?”
“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”
“here, let me help you.”
“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”
“you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”
“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”
“i told you i’d come home to you.”
“i’ll keep you safe.”
“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”
“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”
“please never stop smiling.”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Shut up and take your pants off.”
“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”
“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”
“How are you this perfect?”
“I’ve waited so long for this.”
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”
“Tell me again.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”
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