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currently writing: call of duty: modern warfare 2 (2022), resident evil (leon kennedy), the outsiders (📖 1967, 🎥 1983) requests: open tag list requests: open

this post also lists the characters/operators i'm open to writing! this will be updated from time to time.

note: please do not post my works anywhere else without my permission.

simon "ghost" riley

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headcanons

multi-part fics

drabbles

one-shots

misc: pink!reader, paddington and riley

john "soap" mactavish

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headcanons

multi-part fics

drabbles

one-shots

john price

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headcanons

multi-part fics

drabbles

one-shots

coming soon:

alejandro vargas

kyle "gaz" garrick

könig

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Reblog and put in the tags things that are TECHNICALLY considered “bad writing” but that you can’t help but like anyways.

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could you write a drabble where darry’s girlfriend is totally adored by the rest of the boys and she’s almost motherly to them?

bro... thank you for planting this idea in my head ♡︎

pairing: darry curtis x f!reader wc: 972 warnings/notes: none

You met Darry six months ago while you were at the grocery store. You were clearly having trouble trying to reach something on the top shelf and he offered to help you, retrieving the item and handing it to you with a charming, kind smile. The two of you ended up talking in the spice aisle for nearly ten minutes before you both realized that you had places to be. Darry had scribbled his home phone number on your grocery list before leaving. Since then, you mostly saw him on the weekends when he wasn’t working, or on the rare occasion that he wasn’t totally exhausted after work, you would see him for dinner.

It took a while for him to introduce you to his brothers, and eventually the rest of their little gang. But when he did, he came to notice that the boys treated you differently than anyone else. They seemed to respect you, and they didn’t really pick on you or mess with you like they did other people. That was also partially because you seemed to take care of them, and honestly you didn’t even think much of it. You just found yourself doing little things for them here and there. It started with you cleaning up Darry’s work boots one night, and then you ironed Sodapop’s work shirt one day while he was running late for work, and you’ve helped Ponyboy with his homework on multiple occasions when he was struggling through his math homework. 

It made Darry’s heart swell, especially when you took care of Ponyboy and Soda. Ever since their mom died, they haven’t had a female, or even somewhat of a motherly figure in their life. Darry could be tough on them, so having your gentle nature around was almost comforting for them.

Today you had the day off of work so you spent some time at the Curtis’ house. Darry was working so you tried to clean up the place to take it off of his shoulders. Besides, you sometimes spent the night with Darry and ate dinner with them, so you figure you might as well pull your own weight and treat the place as your own. 

“You know Y/N, this ain’t even your house. You don’t have to clean up after us.” Pony says while he sits on the couch and Johnny sits on the floor near the coffee table, and the two of them were playing ‘go fish’.

“Well- I stay here enough and eat enough of yall’s food, I might as well. And I don’t want Darry to have to worry about it when he gets back from work.” You explain as you wipe down the kitchen table with a damp cloth.

Ponyboy smiles softly at that before he looks down at the cards in his hand. “Well… I know that Darry really appreciates it. He probably don’t show it or say it, but… I know he does.” Pony tells you with a little nod.

“I just know he’s got a lot on his plate, and I don’t see you boys helping him clean up much.” You say, the teasing tone clear in your voice while you grin over at Pony. Pony’s expression turns sheepish immediately, and Johnny even chuckles at your playful scolding.

Later that evening when Darry comes home, you stand in the kitchen with him while you two wait for dinner to finish cooking. After a few moments, Darry turns to you as you’re leaning against the counter.

“You know, Ponyboy told me you scolded him like a mother today.” Darry says, and you groan and shake your head.

“I did not! I was just messing with him-” You insist, and Darry laughs.

“He knows that, doll face. I just… think it’s funny. You really do take care of us.” Darry says with a little smile while he reaches for your hand.

You think about it for a second, and you realize that you really do take care of these boys.

“Well… you’re my boys. And someone’s gotta keep some order around here.” You tell Darry with a grin. You hear the front door open, and you poke your head out from around the doorway to see Sodapop and Steve.

“Aht aht, don’t bring them dirty boots in the house. Leave ‘em on the porch.” You tell the two of them, and Ponyboy laughs as they turn back around and begin to take their boots off on the porch.

When you turn back to Darry in the kitchen, the man is just grinning from ear to ear.

“What were you saying about keeping order around here?” He asks jokingly and you can’t help but laugh.

“Hell, even Dally listens to you. You must have instilled some kinda fear in him or something.”

You laugh at that and shake your head, and you move closer to Darry so you’re tucked in his side.

“But… really. Ever since our folks passed, Pony and Soda haven’t really had… a woman to care for them, or like.. A mother figure. If you know what I mean.” Darry tries to explain, and you nod while giving him a little smile.

“I understand, Darry. Really- and… I’m happy to be that for them. I know I can never replace your mom, and I don’t want to- but… I’m happy to look after them. I know it's hard for you to do on your own.” You explain to Darry, and he lets out a quiet sigh while he looks down at you with an expression of admiration.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” Darry asks, and you laugh softly.

“Yeah. Once or twice I think.” You tease him lightly before the two of you carry on with making dinner before the boys in the living room start getting too rowdy.

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Saviors

while walking home after dark, the gang comes to your rescue after a group of socs jump you. pairing: outsiders gang x f!reader wc: 1,537 warning(s): assault, blood, allusions of intent to SA

You had spent the majority of the afternoon at the library working on a project before you left in the evening. It was dark by the time you left, and while you knew better than to walk home by yourself, you didn’t want to inconvenience anyone by calling your parents or any of the guys in the gang. 

So you start walking home, and in an attempt to give yourself some peace of mind, you grab your house keys and clutch them in your hand. You wished you carried a blade on you. 

Your walk home was fine until you were only three blocks away from your house. That’s when you saw headlights shining from behind you, and you heard a car engine; a white corvair was soon in your periphery, and there were three boys inside, around your age if not a little older.

“Hey grease!” One shouts from the window, and you try your best to ignore them as they shout obscenities at you.

“Broad’s ignoring us. Look.” One comments as they pull up the car closer to the curb, and they steadily drive beside you.

“Hey! You’re too pretty to be with those greasers all day. Let me show you a good time, huh?” 

You couldn’t help but feel panic as they continued to follow you. There really wasn't anywhere to run or hide. There was an alleyway nearby that led to a dead end.

When the car came to a stop, that’s when you started booking it. You take off in a full sprint and listen to the three pairs of footsteps rapidly approaching you from behind. One of the boys reaches out and grabs the top handle of your backpack and yanks on it, and the force sends you to the sidewalk on your back. It knocks the wind out of you and that’s when one of the boys pins you down to the pavement, and the other two stand above you with sinister grins on their lips. You were powerless under his weight, no matter how much you kicked.

“You know, we wouldn’t be here if you had just stopped to talk with us, hm? Now look where we are.” The brunette kneeling on you says, and his knees dig into your arms that were pinned to the sidewalk.

“Just let me go- please, I won’t tell anyone-” You stammer, and he shakes his head while making a tsk tsk sound.

“I think it’s too late for that now. It’s late and everyone’s in for the night, so there’s no one to bother us.” He says before he looks up at the other two, and without another word, the three of them begin to drag you into the nearby alleyway. You kick and scream, making any and all attempts to escape from their iron grasps.

“Shut up! Shut your trap!” The blond shouts as you’re pushed to the ground again, and it was his turn to taunt you while the brunette and redhead watched. He reaches behind him and pulls out a switchblade, flicking it open and holding it in front of your face.

“Now you be quiet. Or I’ll skin you right here.” He warns you while he puts his hand over your mouth, and by now your vision is blurry from the tears that were welling up in your eyes. 

You came to realize that you were fully at their mercy. If one of them had a knife, the chances were good that they all did. They were bigger and stronger than you, and if you didn’t want to be left for dead on the sidewalk, you had to be careful. You knew what happened to Johnny.

“You know, it’s a shame when pretty girls like you hang out with greaser trash.” He says while he moves his knife down, trailing the tip of the blade down your chin and chest, and his smirk grows.

“A lot of greaser broads are skanks. You don’t seem like it though.” He comments, and as his knife moves closer to the belt on your jeans, your brain goes into fight or flight mode.

“Let me go!” You screech, and you kick your legs as hard as you can to try and free yourself. You land a kick to the blond’s leg, and he grunts in pain while the brunette reaches down and grabs your ponytail with one hand, and he lands a hard smack on your cheek with the other. Your cheek began to burn from the impact immediately, but that didn’t stop you from fighting your way out of their grasp. The redhead whips out a knife from the pocket of his letterman jacket and flips it open, and he grabs you by the neck and holds the blade up to your jaw.

“Please let me go- please-” You cry as he presses the cold metal into your skin, making a small slice into your jaw. You felt weak from fighting them and your throat was beginning to hurt. 

Your attention was taken from them when you heard another voice shout from the other side of the street. 

“Hey! Get your ass out of our side of town!”

It was Dallas. You’d honestly never been so glad to hear his voice.

“Shit- get outta here!” The brunette says quickly, and they pretty much drop you to the pavement while they scramble back to their car. You turn onto your side and curl up, but you hear multiple sets of footsteps shuffling around. The tires on the corvair screech as they peel away, and you’re relieved.

When you turn to look, you see Dally, Johnny, and Two-Bit approaching you.

“Holy shit- Y/N is that you? Are you okay?” Two-Bit says quickly as the three of them jog closer to you, and Dally stands nearby while Johnny and Two-Bit crouch beside you. One would think that he didn’t care, but you knew he did. He just didn’t show it like the others.

“I’m okay-” You say meekly, and Two-Bit tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. The blood on the cut was beginning to clot, your cheek was still red, and your eyes were a little red from tears.

“They cut you?” Dally asks, and you nod slightly. Dally grunts under his breath.

“You’re okay kid. C’mon, let us get you to Darry’s place and clean you up, alright?” Two-Bit suggests. The Curtis house was closer than your own home, and it was a good idea to get cleaned up before you see your parents.

Two-Bit and Johnny help you up to your feet, and Two-Bit takes your backpack and slings it over his shoulder as the four of you begin to walk.

“Where were you so late, Y/N?” Johnny asks, and you sigh.

“I was at the library. I’ve got a history project due soon.” You explain, and he nods. 

“You could have called any of us, kid. One of us could have picked you up or walked with you.” Two-Bit comments.

“I know, I just… I didn’t wanna put anyone out.” You mumble. “Where were you guys at?” You ask them, and Johnny rolls his eyes.

“Dally took us to the nightly double. We only got through one of the movies before we had to leave, thanks to Dal.” Johnny explains, and Two-Bit laughs. You didn’t even need an explanation to know that Dally probably stirred up some trouble, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if Two-Bit helped him.

The four of you walk for a few minutes before you arrive at the Curtis’ house, and as soon as you walk in, you see Pony and Soda on the couch, and Darry was in his chair reading the newspaper. Once the three of them turn and see you, they get up from their seats quickly. Darry’s the first one to approach you.

“What the hell happened? Did you get jumped?” He asks, and you nod while you move over to the couch to sit down since Pony had motioned for you to move over.

“I was comin’ home from the library. They pulled over and grabbed me.” You mumble, and Soda disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a bag of frozen vegetables. He hands it to you and you silently thank him with a nod before you hold up the cold bag to your cheek.

“How deep is that cut?” Ponyboy asks, and you shrug while you reach up to touch it.

“Not very. It stopped bleeding pretty quick.” You explain, and Darry nods while he moves to sit back down in his chair while the others find places to sit. In a way, Darry saw you as his kid sister. You were a little older than Pony, and you became good friends with the boys quickly. Darry saw you as one of their own. 

Dally stands beside the couch and against the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Glad you’re okay, kid. Just call one of us if you’re alone like that again.” Dally says, and he reaches down to nudge the top of your head slightly. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at the gesture. Maybe he does show that he cares.

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i’m reading the outsiders again. help.

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Back to You

Leon comes home to you after rescuing the president's daughter. pairing: leon s. kennedy x fem coded reader wc: 815 warnings/notes: no warnings. takes place after leon rescues ashley in re4. no use of y/n. this is no literary masterpiece but rather something soft that i’ve been wanting to see with leon ♡︎

Leon tries to be quiet when he comes home late from work. He really does. But when he’s been gone for what feels like weeks, is exhausted, and all he wants is a hot shower and his own bed to sleep in, being quiet when he comes home isn’t usually the first thing on his mind. 

You didn’t ask him what the operation was for when he told you he was leaving. He always told you it was classified. The location and nature of the operation was classified, and you never knew when he was going to be home. But to be fair… most of the time neither did he. So while he was gone, you tried not to keep track of the time that passed. You keep yourself busy until he comes back to you. 

Because he always does.

Tonight, it’s been five days since Leon left home. You didn’t know how many of those actually consisted of the operation itself, but it still felt like an eternity. When you wake up and turn to look at the clock on your nightstand, it reads 2:39 AM. That’s when you hear heavy footsteps in the hallway, just before the door to your bedroom opens. Leon stands there holding a duffel bag and sporting dirty clothes and tousled hair. 

“Shit. Did I wake you up?” He asks, and you shake your head while he drops his bag to the floor and works on taking off his boots.

“No. I just... woke up.” You tell him, and he nods before he approaches your side of the bed and leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m gross. Let me shower and I’ll be back. Will you wait for me?” He asks you hopefully, and you give him a nod and a sleepy smile. When he came home, you usually gave him time to clean up and decompress before allowing yourself to cling to him, as much as you hated to wait to embrace him.

“Okay. I’ll be back.” Leon smiles softly before he disappears into the bathroom and nudges the door shut, and you soon hear the shower turn on. You lay back down in bed and listen while Leon showers. You know his routine. 

Stand under the hot water for a few minutes, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, then stand under the water for a little longer.

You listen as the water hits the vinyl for seven minutes before the water shuts off with a small squeak from the handle. You hear him brush his teeth before he comes back to the bedroom, and he shuffles through the dresser for something to wear. You watch as he settles on a pair of shorts to wear over his briefs before he tosses the towel into the hamper and soon climbs onto the bed and slides under the duvet. He exhales a heavy sigh once he’s settled onto the mattress.

“I missed you.” You tell him softly, and you feel his warm hand slide over your hip and towards your back before he gently tugs you toward him. You don’t know if he’s injured, so you’re careful not to press against him too hard.

“I missed you more. It was rough.” Leon murmurs while he ducks his head down and presses his face in the crook of your neck, and you feel his breath fanning over your skin. You loved these moments where you got to just hold him for a while and help him decompress from work; he may be a big, strong government agent, but he was also your baby when he’s at home. 

You knew he wouldn’t go into details, so you don’t ask. You’d rather he think about something else anyway. You knew that events from work plagued his mind often, and you always wished you could take that away from him.

“Get some rest. And if work calls, I’ll tell them to kiss my grits.” You murmur to him while you bring your hand up to the back of his head and gently move your fingers through his slightly damp hair. A quiet laugh leaves Leon then, and you feel his fingertips begin to gently brush over your back.

“You’d say that to the president of the United States?” Leon asks you with amusement evident in the tone of his voice.

“Hell yeah I would say it to him! To his face! I just got you back home. He’s not sending you anywhere until I’m good and ready. And that’s if.” You tell Leon firmly, and you can practically feel him smiling against your neck.

Leon lets out one final sigh, but one of contentment as he lays with you. His arm rests over your hip as he allows himself to fall asleep, and you feel better falling asleep now that he’s home again.

He keeps his promise once again.

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umm i lowkey may be working on some leon kennedy one-shots 👉🏼👈🏼

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if I knew how to write smut y’all would never hear the end of it from me!!

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Thanks to You

Thanks to Y/N's quick thinking, 141 escapes a sticky situation with their lives... Barely. pairing: task force 141 x reader wc: 1,320 warnings/notes: canon-typical violence, near-death experiences, my attempt at angst after mostly writing and reading fluff, incorrect military terminology probably.

Terrorism in Mali had been on the rise for months, and the team had been notified of a growing terrorist cell in Bamako, the capital. The team had arrived early in the morning, now you and the rest of 141 were waiting for exfil that night after successfully raiding the base of operations. 

While you were inspecting some of the stolen weapons and ammo that was in the building, your radio along with everyone else’s crackles to life.

“Bravo team this is Watcher-1. We've got eyes on four vehicles heading your way. They’re not friendly. Stay alert.”

You look over at Price and the others, and Ghost lets out a huff in annoyance more than anything.

“Fucking hell.”

“They must have called for reinforcements once they knew we were here-” You say quickly as you look over at Price, and he nods in agreement.

“Precisely.”

Just as Price had finished speaking, the five of you heard the vehicles outside, along with dozens of voices speaking a language you didn’t understand. You had hardly any time to react before grenades were blasting the doors open, and you were ducking for cover. Quickly assessing the layout of the place, you identify three doors ahead of you, and you know there’s a door behind you. Hopefully you could use it to escape.

“We’ve got to get to the truck outside if we’re to catch the helo for exfil.” Soap calls as the five of you begin to fire your rifles at the combatants that were entering the building.

“We’re not going anywhere until these fuckers are dead!” Ghost shouts over the sound of gunfire, and you briefly glance at the double doors behind you. The truck was parked a few dozen yards away behind a treeline, if you ran, you could make it. It’s going to take quick thinking to get out of here with your lives.

“We take this back door to the truck- Go! I’ll cover ya!” You call out to them, and Price looks at you briefly before he tosses a frag grenade towards the other side of the building.

“Hell no, there’s too many of them Y/N.” Price says firmly, his knuckles turning white as he grips his rifle.

“We don’t have time to argue about it!” Ghost shouts, and your mind is racing, trying to think of how the hell you’re going to get out of here with the team.

“Wait- I- I planted C4 when we finished clearing the place-” You ramble quickly, and Soap’s eyes are wide as you explain.

“Laswell wanted us to destroy any contraband we found- I planted it to take this building down, I can detonate it if you guys go for the truck!” You say with wide eyes, and the corner of Soap’s mouth raises slightly. They hadn’t even noticed you had done it. Sometimes you were just that quick and quiet.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here then. Go! Go!” Price shouts, and the five of you move away from your cover and duck out of the back door of the building as the gunfire continues from behind you. Bullets whizz by, flying past you and hitting the concrete walls.

Once you’re out and a few dozen yards away from the building, you activate the detonator. The five of you duck briefly as a loud boom sounds through the area, and the building comes crashing down. The screams of the men inside nearly make you sick, even though they were just trying to kill you.

“Steamin’ Jesus Y/N- Can’t believe you thought of that. We all got outta there thanks to you.” Soap calls over to you as you all pile into the truck.

You gather your bearings once you’re seated, and you cough a few times to clear your airway of some dust and debris from your surroundings. When you pull your hand away, there’s a splatter of blood on the palm of your glove.

Fuck.

Gaz notices the way you briefly freeze, and he sits up in his seat stiffly.

“Y/N- You good? Hey-” He says before he turns on his flashlight to see you in the dark truck, and when the light shines on your abdomen and waist, Gaz and Soap see your uniform was stained with blood. Your dark blue coat was shining with the blood that was rapidly flowing from your middle.

You don’t know when it happened, and you didn’t even feel it until now, now that the adrenaline has worn off.

“Captain- Y/N’s hit, we gotta move fast.” Soap calls out, and when he leans over and begins to undo the velcro of your vest, you let out a whine as you’re slightly jostled by the motion. Searing pain was blooming throughout your body, and every movement made by the truck worsened it. 

Soap moves your vest to the side before he unzips your jacket, and he sighs when he sees the lower half of your gray shirt was now almost totally soaked in blood. Amongst the blood, he sees two exit wounds; you had been shot from behind.

The pain was growing to be unbearable, and as you close your eyes, Soap gives your arm a firm squeeze.

“Hey- Y/N, you gotta stay with me, aye? It’s not your time yet. We’re gonna get you fixed up.” Soap speaks quickly as he leans over and begins to apply pressure to the wounds as best he can, and his heart breaks when he hears your cries of agony. 

The truck soon comes to a stop at the set rendezvous point. Luckily for you, the lights from the helo soon appear as the helicopter begins its descent to get your team out of there.

“C’mon kid, you’re not getting away from us this easily. Someone’s gotta help me keep Ghost and Price on their toes.” Soap says as he begins to help you out of the truck. Ghost comes around the side to help Soap move you, and he puts his arm around your back so you could lean against him.

You’re the youngest of 141, and they were going to make sure that you had a future with them. 

The next time you woke up, although your vision was bleary, you recognized your surroundings as the infirmary on the base. You remember what happened. Soap’s words, and him and Ghost loading you into the helicopter. The rest is fuzzy. 

Considering you felt no pain, you could only guess what kind of cocktail of medications the doctors had you on.

As you regain consciousness, you hear voices nearby. You recognize Ghost first, followed by Soap and Gaz. You guessed Price was working on the debrief. How long were you out?

Just like that, a few pairs of footsteps approach, and when the nurse pulls back the curtain, you’re met with Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. Ghost has his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket, Soap is holding a stuffed dinosaur and Gaz is holding a few of your favorite candy bars.

“Maybe I should get shot at more often.” You murmur, and Soap grins while he hands you the stuffie and the candy that Gaz had been holding. 

“Looks like you’re feeling good then. You gave us a scare back there, Y/N.” Gaz says while Soap sits down in one of the chairs near your bed.

“I feel okay- The drugs are helping.”

“Your quick thinking saved our asses back there. I wish you hadn’t gotten hurt though.” Soap says seriously, and you look down at him with a little smile.

“I’m young, I’ll heal in no time. At least it wasn’t one of you.” Ghost rolls his eyes at that, but you can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

“And… There it is.” He says, having been waiting for your smart ass to say something. That’s how they knew you were feeling like yourself again.

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50 VAGUE ANGSTY + HURT/COMFORT DIALOGUE PROMPTS

send in a number and fandom/character/dynamic for a short ficlet! writers, feel free to tweak the dialogue/pronouns/punctuation/etc a little to fit better

"You... you really mean it, don't you?"

"Say it again. Please. Say it again."

"When's the last time you slept?"

"Stay. Please stay."

"I don't know if I can forgive."

"How could you?"

"I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now."

"Leave. Now. Just leave!"

"I'm trusting you. Please don't make me regret it."

"Please... what am I doing wrong?" "What aren't you doing wrong?!"

"They shouldn't treat you like that."

"Help me."

"You deserve better than me."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't. I just can't."

"You were calling out, in your sleep. You said my name."

"You don't have to be alone anymore."

"I'm sorry. I don't remember."

"What can I do to be enough for you?"

"Please. For me." "...okay. For you."

"Oh, love. What have you done to yourself?"

"...you knew?"

"Did they hurt you?"

"Unless you ask me not to in the next five seconds, I'm going to hug you."

"I know you have no reason to trust me. But please... I'm asking you to anyway."

"You're allowed to need help."

"Forgive me, my love."

"...I don't hate you." "...you don't?" (Bonus: "No. Not yet.")

"Tell me the truth."

"You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be. You're okay. Please. Please be okay."

"You came back for me. You actually came back for me."

"I already knew I wasn't good enough."

"You don't get it, do you?"

"Are you going to kill me?"

"You deserve better than this. You deserve better."

"I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just let my friend go."

"Why? Why are you helping me?"

"Please stop hurting me. Please. Please stop."

"You have nothing to apologize for."

"I deserve it."

"I'm sorry, that was... embarrassing."

"Tell me what I did wrong! What's wrong with me?!"

"Why haven't you been eating?"

"I... I think I need a hug."

"Oh, love..."

"This is all my fault."

"I love you. I'm sorry."

"Don't touch me!"

"You hurt me. I didn't think..."

"Goodbye."

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✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; fluff edition ( . 01 )

❝ here, let me hold you. you look cold. ❞

❝ you sleep like a baby, you know that right ? ❞

❝ i'm fine staying here with you, we can watch your favorite tv shows, cook a meal together, cuddles. we don't have to go anywhere. ❞

❝ you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility. ❞

❝ don't worry, I'll be here when you're awake. ❞

❝ do you want your good luck kisses ? ❞

❝ you're perfect the way you are. ❞

❝ you're really hypnotizing me by your beauty. ❞

❝ i love your voice, it's soothing. ❞

❝ you're warm, i don't want to let you go. ❞

❝ come here, and give me a goodnight kiss. ❞

❝ you seem tired, i can give you a massage if you want to. ❞

❝ i made you your favorite. ❞

❝ sleep, darling. i'll protect you from the nightmares. ❞

❝ let me carry you. ❞

❝ it's okay, I don't mind buying something. ❞

❝ you don't have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away. ❞

❝ stay here, i'll run you a bath. ❞

❝ rest, let me do the cleaning. ❞

❝ fine, you can hug me for five minutes; but then you have to let me go. ❞

❝ i'm not staring at you, i'm admiring you. ❞

❝ don't go yet, let me hold you for a moment. ❞

❝ don't hide your face away from me, let me see the blush on your face and that shy smile of yours. ❞

❝ i'm very lucky to have you. ❞

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guys I’m gonna reblog some writing prompt posts bc my brain is stuck rn so please send some in 🥺🥺

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I LOVE PINK READER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

and I love you for loving her 😭 she’s been so much fun to write

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His Favorite Place

pairing: könig x pink!reader wc: 741 based off of this ask: "okay but now I need könig in pink!reader’s hyperfeminine room after he comes home from an assignment" note: könig calls reader hase, which means bunny in german.

When you got home from work in the afternoon, König had texted you and asked if he could come over after his PT. Of course you tell him to come over, and he replies with a heart emoji.

So a few hours later when you were sitting in bed reading a book, you heard him come into the apartment. You hear the door close, and the quiet thump of his bag hitting the floor before he pads over to your bedroom.

He smiles as he steps through the doorway, and you grin when he moves closer to you. Once he’s about to kneel and climb onto your bed, you squint up at him.

“Nuh uh, you need to shower first. You said you had PT? Yeah, I can smell it. And I just washed these sheets.” You tell him, and König pouts as he backs away from the bed.

“What, I thought you loved me?” He asks, and you laugh.

“I do love you, but I love you especially when you’re clean.” You tell him with a grin, and although he’s pouting, you can see his mouth turn up into a grin as he walks over to your bathroom.

König showers for ten minutes before he steps out and rubs a towel over his hair, then he wraps it around his waist before he walks back out to your room and opens one of his drawers in your dresser. He tugs on a pair of black briefs and some cotton Nike shorts before he tosses the towel into your laundry basket. He turns to you and raises his eyebrows, and you give him a smile and a satisfied nod.

He moves over to your bed and kneels on the edge before he drops down and lays on his stomach; his feet hang off the edge slightly. He buries his face in one of your pink pillows briefly, and he lets out a content sigh before he turns over onto his back.

“Better?” You ask him, and he nods.

“Your bed is much more comfortable, hase.” He tells you while he gets comfortable, and he tugs one of your throw blankets over his legs, though it barely covers him.

You grin at his admittance of your bed being more comfy while you tuck a bookmark in your book and set it to the side.

“Of course it is, because I have more than two pillows and one blanket on it.” You say with a grin, because König’s own bed was quite bare.

König can’t help the happy grin that rises to his lips, and he reaches behind his head to pluck one of your… many squishmallows from their pile in the corner of the bed, and hold it in his hands. He gives the plush a squeeze before he hugs it to his chest and closes his eyes.

“This one is my favorite. I like it’s little… thingies.” König murmurs, holding the purple octopus and playing with its little ‘tentacles’ between his fingers.      

All you can do is look down at him with a happy smile plastered on your face while he lays against your pink duvet and pillows.

“You do realize how funny you look like this, right? You’re a huge… mountain of a man that comes here just to lay in my bed.” You tell him, and he opens his eyes to look up at you with a tired smile on his face.

“I’m comfortable here, hase. Your space brings me peace.” He murmurs while he turns over on the bed, and he lays his head in your lap as you pick up the book you had been reading before he arrived.

The content smile that graces your lips never leaves as you open your book and continue reading, and after you tug the blanket up to cover König, you reach down to play with his hair with one hand while the other holds your book.

It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep against your plushies and blankets. Once you’re certain he’s asleep, you take a few pictures of him. 

As much as you enjoyed teasing him about his enjoyment of your hyper-feminine room, you were truly glad that he’s able to find peace in your space after coming home from work. In your room he isn’t the big battering ram that he’d been trained to be, instead, he’s just… König. 

He has no worries when he’s with you.

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THEY MOVED THE PROFILE BUTTON BACK

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the fluff you write is to die for!! but I’m a sucker for angst… I saw this tiktok where soap is like “we got out of there because of you YN” and they’re all happy until they realize YN is hurt?

omg this tiktok came across my fyp literally an hour ago 😭😭 I’m so happy to write this

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I loved your König and pink!reader. My boss today told me that my fluffy pink bunny bag was “the ugliest purse” he’s ever seen and it just makes me so upset. I want König to just comfort me and love that I love all thinks pink and fluffy and cute. He’d be one to appreciate those things, I can feel it in my bones.

um… 1, fuck your boss (pause) 2, könig would absolutely appreciate your pink and fluffy things

he’d even hold the bag for you if you needed him to 😌