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@sn00pism
🎧ྀི "When you pretend, anything can happen!" ⋆˚🐾˖°
Nana. Twenty-three. She/Her. Professional Procrastinator. @170702-snpy is my personal blog.
I probably won't write anything that doesn't cater to me delusions, soooo...
We'll see!
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So what if I said my type was Ryland Grace? Huh? What about it?
Im biting his arms—
which ao3 tag are you?
Thank you for the tag @sizzlingcloudmentality!
Yeah...
No pressure tags: @foxinthegodswood @summersaints @rottengrowls @the-dendrophile-bookdragon @schniiipsel
@thought--bubble @mourning-sapphire @dubiousmetamorphosis @mermaidslabyrinth @yoursweetheartsrevenge
Thanks for the tag @ewanmitchellcrumbs 🫶🫶 (Satan's favorite 🙂)
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Tagging, no pressure!
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Here’s the link: AO3 Tag
Thank you @ewanmitchellcrumbs, @the-dendrophile-bookdragon, and @schniiipsel for the tag.
Hmm…I do think that when I write a story and I like to warn that my fics aren’t for everyone.
thank you for the tag!
Tagging: @coffeebooksrain18 @eurydiceauxenfers @izzystarz
thank you for the tag !! <33 this seems about right for me lol
no pressure tags !! @archiveofsnow , @yasminkarahanani , @inkandarsenic , @hanrieeee , @allllllllli , @lazyreinelle <33
Thank you for the tag, ml! I honestly dunno if this one suits me at all, lemme know
No pressure tags: @sophieturnersdoppelganger @batsybat91 @dipperscavern @siravalondulac and anyone else who wants to join :33
I wouldn't call myself the main character, but I like this :)
Tags: @writingwisterias @shymoob @lilith0fthevalley @rennythegorequeen and anyone else is welcome to join! I never know who to tag
I disassociate into my characters and fics so yeah
Thanks Batsy for the tag!!
Tagging (no pressure) @writingwisterias @lilith0fthevalley @chesue00
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Tagginggg(no pressure tho!) @vinnyandthephenomena @bumblebeesfromvenus @sn00pism
Oh fuc-
I'm scared about how accurate this is...
I have no one to tag so feel free to say I tagged you and do this!
I'm sorry for not posting. My computer kinda died and I fell into the Stardew Valley rabbit hole...
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 🩵
AAAAAAA Sending it back!!!! This is so wholesomeeeee!!!
How I feel rn.
Can you meet me halfway?
Once again, inspired by @chesue00's art and AU. (Yes, I will be writing for each of them, cause I love them that much.)
Right at the borderline, that's where I'm gonna wait for you I'll be looking out night and day Took my heart to the limit and this is where I'll stay
The table wobbled with every jitter of your leg, practically screaming your nerves for you. First dates always sucked—like, Hall of Fame levels of awkward—and this one was already well on its way. Honestly, what possessed you to trust your friend’s matchmaking skills? They couldn’t even pick a decent Netflix show, let alone your love life.
You reached for your glass of water just to give your hands something to do. That was when he arrived—late, but not obnoxiously so. Just enough to make your nerves spike again.
“Sorry,” he said, catching your eye as he slid into the seat across from you. “Traffic.”
You blinked, a little taken aback. Not because of his excuse, but because of him. He was… not at all what you expected. Young, a little rough around the edges, his ashy blond hair was parted on the side, mesmerizing blue eyes with and dark circles that suggested sleep and he were not on speaking terms—but his smile, though small, carried something disarming.
Your friend knew you a little too well. Apparently, this guy was a fellow student—majoring in psychology, wanting to become a cop, all that jazz. Hard to picture him chasing down criminals, though. More like… gently convincing them to share their feelings in a safe, nonjudgmental space before slapping the cuffs on. He did carry a bit of a no-nonsense type of vibe… maybe he'd talk about feelings on the ride to the police station…
“Leon,” he added quickly, offering his hand over the table. Your pulse jumped as you shook it. His grip was firm but not overbearing, warm despite the chill outside. “Yeah. Hi,” you replied a bit awkwardly, clearing your throat to cover up the fact that you were basically profiling him like some rookie FBI agent. Maybe it's time to lay off the Criminal Minds marathon.
The silence that followed should’ve been unbearable. But instead, it stretched in a way that felt strangely… safe. He gave off that vibe. The “you’re safe with me” kind of vibe. Unexpectedly comfortable, like finding out your Uber driver also has an aux cord and impeccable taste in music.
He noticed your restless leg and smirked faintly. “Nervous?” Your cheeks warmed. “Is it that obvious?” you said, groaning inwardly. Great.
“Only because the table’s starting to get a workout,” he teased, nodding at the wobbling salt shaker. You glanced at it, horrified. “Oh shi-” You caught yourself, biting your lip in embarrassment. Your knee stilled but the table continued to move ever so slightly.
He chuckled, the sound warm and easy. “Relax.” He glanced at you and you swear there was the faintest splash of color on his cheeks. “I’m doing the same thing under the table,” he admitted, a sheepish chuckle escaping him. Sure enough, he had to scoot his chair to the side to avoid bumping into the table—he was taller, and his knees brushed the underside as he adjusted.
That broke the ice better than anything else could have. You laughed—really laughed, relief bubbling out of you—and he relaxed, shoulders easing like he’d been waiting for you to tell him to get lost.
Maybe he had been rejected before. You couldn’t fathom why, unless women were out here turning down guys for having ridiculously blue eyes and a smile that should’ve come with a warning label. Then again, knowing your luck, you’d probably manage to be the first purely on accident.
The waitress came by with menus, and Leon reached for his without even glancing. “Full disclosure,” he mumbled while looking at you. “I’m terrible at this kind of thing,” he continued, lowering his voice so only you could hear. He opened his menu but kept his eyes on you. “Dating, small talk… all of it. So, uh… feel free to call me out if I start rambling.” A soft chuckle slipped from his lips. Awkward but sweet.
You raised an eyebrow, curiosity tugging at you. “About?”
“College,” he said simply. His tone carried a weight he tried to hide, but his smile softened again as his eyes met yours. “I’m a psychology major.”
Right. Nicole's classmate.
“I know,” you replied a little too quickly, hoping it didn’t sound like you were trying too hard to impress him. He blinked, then broke into a grin. “Ah, right… you’re Nicole’s friend.” A short, awkward silence stretched between you.
You cleared your throat, trying to fill the silence without making it worse. “Yeah… that’s me...” He tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “So I should be blaming her if this goes terribly?”
“Exactly,” you said, leaning back slightly and chuckling. “But in my defense, I’m fully prepared to blame you too if it all goes downhill.”
He chuckled, the sound low and easy, and it made your shoulders relax. “Fair enough,” he said. “But I have a feeling we’ll be fine. Or, at the very least, we’ll be spectacularly terrible together.”
You laughed, the tension in your chest loosening for the first time all evening. “Spectacularly terrible?” “Yeah,” he said, leaning a little closer, still grinning. “It’s a skill. Not everyone can pull it off with charm.” You blinked at him, a little caught off guard by how confident he sounded. But the corners of your lips lifted anyway. “Alright, Mr. Spectacularly Terrible… I’ll give it a try.”
For the first time that night, the awkwardness didn’t feel like a weight—it felt like a bridge. First dates didn't seem so scary now.
Next:
Jonathan from that AU I keep talking about.
Only cause I finished RE6 Leon's campaign.
Let's get lost right here
This fic is based on @chesue00's AU. Please check out their art! They're one of my favourites and they're such a sweetheart. Thank you for giving me so much inspo to write for them.
It's so sweet, knowing that you love me Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet
Christmas was always a hectic time for everyone. Between the food, the presents, and all the endless preparations, finally stepping through the front door felt like a blessing. And New York’s traffic? Pure hell this time of year.
Your boyfriend, Scott, wasn’t usually this relieved to be home—but tonight, he was. He kicked off his shoes by the door, sighing as though the holiday rush had drained the last bit of energy out of him.
The living room glowed with the soft twinkle of Christmas lights, colors reflecting across the windows like tiny stained-glass patterns. The faint scent of pine hung in the air, drifting from the tree in the corner, its ornaments catching the warm light. Outside, snow tapped gently against the glass, muffling the world into silence.
Scott lingered in the entryway, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes fixed on the tree as if seeing it for the first time. His days of handling papers, typing endlessly on his laptop, often kept him pulled away from reality. Even though he’d helped you decorate, he’d never really slowed down to notice the lights until now.
“Long day?” you asked softly.
He blinked, pulled out of his thoughts, and gave you a tired smile. “The longest.” The final week of the semester always wore him down—deadlines, grades, students on the edge of failing. It was overwhelming.
You reached for his hand, slipping your fingers through his. His palm was cool from the winter air, but the familiar weight of his hand in yours was grounding. With a gentle tug, you led him toward the center of the room.
“What are we doing?” he asked, amusement flickering in his eyes.
To him, you were like a poem—something he could read again and again, only to love more each time. Your voice lingered in his mind like a favorite line he couldn’t stop reciting. You were his favourite song. His favourite novel.
He was relieved to be back to you.
“Dancing,” you said with a smile tugging at your lips. He looked impossibly handsome beneath the glow of the Christmas lights. His blue eyes shining with amusement and affection, twinkling in the dimmed lights of the room.
He raised a brow. “There’s no music,” he teased, though the smile never left his lips. Still, despite the words, his hands found your waist almost instinctively.
“Doesn’t matter.”
He laughed softly, the sound easing the exhaustion from his face.
Your arms reached up to wrap around his neck, and your head nestled against his chest as the two of you began to sway.
The quiet filled with small, tender details—the creak of the floorboards, the hum of the heater, the faint sparkle of an ornament catching light. No rhythm but your breathing, no melody but the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.
A gentle tap on your waist made you tilt your head up.
Scott leaned his forehead against yours, his expression tender. “You always know how to make it better,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He meant it—he was grateful. You were the reason he remembered to step away from the screen, the reason he slowed down. You brought him back to earth, back to you.
You closed your eyes again, holding him tighter, letting the warmth of his body and the glow of the lights settle deep into your chest. Words weren’t needed; the way you clung to him was answer enough.
And there, wrapped in the quiet glow of the tree and the hush of falling snow, you danced together—slow, simple, and perfectly sweet.
Delicately.
"You're the one, the one and only To stay and hold, to stay and hold me-"
Soft whimpers pulled you from sleep. At first, your drowsy mind dismissed them, but once you caught up to the present moment, the sound grew louder, more insistent.
Beside you lay your twenty-two-year-old boyfriend, face twisted into a frown, hands clutching the pillows as though they were his lifeline.
This wasn’t unusual. Nights like this came often. The Raccoon City incident had carved scars into his head and heart, leaving him restless in sleep. That night, he’d lost colleagues he never had the chance to know, witnessed both the worst and best of humanity. He once admitted to you—quietly, when you were helping him into a bath—that he thought he might die out there, wandering through those ruined streets. Fear had eaten at him, but he kept moving, kept fighting, forcing himself to push forward.
The things he’d seen still haunted him, clinging stubbornly like a cough that no medicine could cure.
Your brow furrowed. Gently, you reached for him. Fingers brushed through his hair, slow and soothing, before you pulled him into your arms. This time, you let him cling to you instead of the pillows.
You knew he was awake—the hot trail of his tears against your neck gave him away. Leon never cried in his sleep.
“I’m sorry…” His voice was hoarse, broken. Your heart cracked at how small he sounded, fragile in a way you knew he wasn’t. No one survived what he had without being impossibly strong. And yet, here he was—desperately clinging to silver linings.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’d rather be awake with you than let you go through this alone.” Your hand combed gently through his damp hair.
He drew in deep, shaky breaths, fighting to steady himself, to shake off the nightmare still burning in his chest.
“Dreamt about it again?” you asked softly, cautious.
“Mhm…” he mumbled, hiding his face in your neck like a scared child.
Silence stretched between you, heavy yet strangely calm, like a fragile balance between tension and peace. Normally, Leon never broke that silence.
But tonight, he did.
“It was so real…” His voice was muffled against your skin, his breath warm and damp with tears.
It took a beat for you to understand.
“Vivid,” you corrected gently. “Not real. It only felt real. You’re safe now.”
He swallowed hard, lifting his head just enough to meet your eyes. His blue gaze—once full of light, full of the hope of making a difference—was clouded, dimmed like a candle in the middle of a storm. No matter how hard you tried, it felt like it might never catch flame again.
You cupped his face, thumbs brushing fresh tears away before they reached his lips, even as more slipped down his cheeks. You didn’t stop them—God knew he needed to cry.
His eyes closed, almost as if he feared you’d see too much—see the dark thoughts that plagued him when you weren’t around.
And that thought alone made him cry harder. Silent tears turned into ragged sobs as he realized how much he needed you. How deeply he loved you.
You were his silver lining—the thing he clung to when everything else slipped away.
“Sshhh… it was just a dream,” you murmured, holding him tighter, pressing your comfort into his skin as though it could sink into his bones.
“I… I can’t…” His words crumbled into sobs. The nightmare had already faded, shoved aside for now. What overwhelmed him wasn’t fear—but love. And it was too much to hold inside.
“Deep breaths, love. Just breathe with me…”
But Leon only cried harder, until exhaustion finally began to drag at him. Slowly, his sobs softened into sniffles, his tears drying against your shirt and skin. His breaths evened out, each one steadier than the last.
Just before sleep took him, a murmur slipped from his lips, barely audible—yet you knew.
“I love you.”
Movie Night (Dynamics exploration)
Hi!, this is just a little exploration of dynamics and characters from @chesue00's AU (which you can find here!) and a bit to loosen my hand since it's been forever since I've written anything that's not in Spanish or academic.
Feel free to add headcannons that you guys think fit the different versions of Leon and I'll add it to my (not professional) character sheets.
The smell of popcorn filled the kitchen of the Kennedy residence.
Leon Jr., youngest of the family and on his third Mountain Dew, was “in charge” of snacks. Which really meant he was manning the popcorn machine while Tyler, the older twin, lined up cans and bottles on the counter.
A passing Leo, oldest of the sons, slowed just long enough to smirk at the scene on his way to grab blankets and pillows.
“Watch the steam,” he warned with a small laugh.
Tyler immediately hissed as the hot vapor caught his fingers.
“Yeah, yeah—ow!”
Out in the living room, the coffee table was already a minefield of open beer cans, briefly abandoned until Jonathan, the youngest uncle, snatched one up.
“No, man, I’m telling you—Cap was right.”
From the far end of the couch, Jack Daniel—the second-oldest uncle—leaned back with a whiskey glass in hand, eyes narrowing.
“Yeah, alright, anarchist—real life doesn’t work like that.”
Jonathan didn’t miss a beat.
“Superheroes do. And if they’re part of the government, then… who’s to say they won’t use them as an advantage in wars and—”
“Both of you, shut it.”
Leon Sr., father of four and the oldest, sat with the TV remote like it was a live grenade, wearing the expression of a man who’d aged ten years in five minutes.
“How do I enter the code into the TV?”
Scott, the other twin, finally tore his eyes from his computer screen.
“Just enter the page on the screen on your—” He cut himself off with a heavy sigh. “You know what? Forget it. Give it here.”
Leon Sr. handed over the remote without a fight, clearly relieved. Scott tapped away with practiced ease, muttering under his breath as the TV finally cooperated.
By the time everything was set, the living room looked like a small theater. Popcorn bowls were balanced on armrests, soda cans clinked against beer bottles, and the multiple couches and loveseats were claimed in a sprawl of limbs and blankets.
That was when the real question finally came.
“So…” Jonathan leaned forward, grinning. “What are we watching?”
“Die Hard,” Tyler said immediately, reaching for the popcorn like it was a declaration of war.
“Absolutely not,” Jack Daniel shot back, swirling his whiskey. “Last time we watched Die Hard you started quoting lines at two in the morning.”
“They’re iconic lines,” Tyler argued.
“Annoying lines at two in the morning,” Jack corrected.
“Shrek,” Leon Jr. piped up, soda can in hand. “It’s a classic. No one’s ever mad at Shrek.”
A beat of silence. Even Leon Sr. looked tempted.
“…Not the worst idea,” Leo admitted, smirking.
“Seriously?” Scott groaned from his spot near the computer. “We have every streaming service in existence, and you want to watch an ogre fall in love with a princess?”
“Yes,” Jr. said with the confidence of someone on his fourth Mountain Dew and at least 4 hours of sleep.
“I vote for a documentary,” Leon Sr. cut in, trying to sound authoritative.
Collective groans filled the room.
“Dad, no.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Pass.”
Sr. pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. But no Marvel. I can’t handle another three-hour runtime.”
Jr. perked up. “So… Shrek?”
The entire room erupted into overlapping arguments, half yelling for action movies, the other half chanting Shrek, Shrek, Shrek.
Scott raised his hands in defeat. “You people are impossible.” He hit play.
The DreamWorks logo filled the screen.
. . . .
"sOMEBODY ONCE TOLD-"
"Tyler, I swear to GOD-"
Here's a little of what I have written about @chesue00's art about different versions of Leon (which you can find here!)
Do tell me stuff so I can fix it up or add to!
It's a slow process since I'm used to writing reader inserts, (cause I'm very much delulu but hey, if it keeps me from affecting the trouch population, let's get it) but I'll do my best to finish it.
I just can't with these men 😔😩
Like, tbh, I'm pretty sure they're all (all 7 of them) very awkward around people let alone women.
They look suave and shot, but I'm sure JD has fallen on his face while greeting a girl and tried not to cry later at night.
Jonathan probably gets too locked in and just forgets to show an ounce of interest.
And Leon Sr. Just does a handshake, says "nice to meet you" and then turns around and leaves.
They're all so awkward.
And they make dad jokes often (influenced by Leon Sr.)
I kinda wanna write a fic for them omg.
- O anon
Yeah, totally like they're awkward in the most endearing way. Honestly, that awkward charm is how Leon Sr.’s ex-wife ended up with him in the first place. LMAO
Leon Jr. Is the type who tries to be smooth, overthinks every word, ends up blurting something weird like “nice… weather of your hair today.”
Scott on the other has moments where he nods silently for too long before responding, making it awkward. Then we also have Leo who often accidentally addresses ladies he is on dates like she’s a client in a meeting.
Tyler’s probably the smoothest of the bunch, like just a bit-- he's a bit better. But even then, he still manages to trip over himself now and then and fumble. He's the type who can flirt but can't handle being flirted back LOL
Also, it's totally fine with me if ya wanna write a fic based on this AU💖 Just please tag and credit me so I can enjoy it too!! I would love LOVE reading it💕
Hear me out.
The Rookie AU in which Leon jr is one of the rookies and Chris is his senior.
He's kind of a Lucy Chen mixed with Nolan type of rookie.
Just think about it.
Just.. ugh, I love the damn show.
- O anon
Ooh I haven’t really seen The Rookie and I don’t really know much about the show aside from random clips I’ve seen (Lucy and Tim👀), but that AU sounds super fun already! Leon Jr. as the rookie with that kind of energy? And Chris as the experienced senior? it sounds like it could be really fun O anonnn💖
I'm sorry, I love this so much
i love the bllk idea about sports!!! it's unique and it hits close to home as i quit tennis OBQYOBIQBOIQN but if you want blurb ideas add me on tiktok bb!!!
QWQ I quit competitive archery omg 😔🤙
What's your TikTok bub? I would love to try my hand at writing this.
Also, my bf is recently playing tennis, so I'll have two great references to start with.
😁😁
I’ll get back to writing soon, everything is swallowing me rn.
I don’t have a big audience so I don’t think many people noticed, but I’m studying to be a teacher and my schoolwork + job (-ish) is very hard and takes up a lot of time.
Idk exactly WHAT or WHO to write, so please flood my inbox with ideas or small blurbs or prompts… atp just send a TikTok and tell me a character.
I was thinking about writing a small blurb about some BLLK characters with an S/O who gave up competing in their sport because of mental health or lack of motivation and seeing the passion on their s/o made them take a shot at it again and idk, man, this is heavily based on my own experience.
