Sorilyae

Mains du metro, Montréal

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As much as I love fall and spooky season, I’m a sucker for anything Valentines Day :’)

Operation: Pamper Condor One

Summary: It’s your one year anniversary and you decide to make it your mission to give Leon the treatment he deserves.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy (any Leon of your choice tbh) x Fem!Reader

Warning: toothrotting fluff

Note: yeah I know, I know it’s spooky season but I’m a lover for the aesthetic of Valentine’s Day and thought it’d make this Drabble even more romantic. Sue me! Either way I hope you enjoy! This one is one of my longer ones.

February 14th was a day you despised with every fiber of your being. The hearts, roses, and the sickly shades of red and pink never swooned you. Any mention of the holiday earned a gag and an eye roll from you in return. Mainly because it reminded you how single you were, but you never said that aloud. Instead you went with the more indirect reasonings when questioned,

“Valentine’s day is just another unnecessary commercial exploitation” was your favorite one to use. But deep down, you envied those who got to celebrate having a significant other, wishing you could join in all of the fun. That is, until Leon Kennedy came along. Being the cliche and cheesy guy that he is deep down, he decided it’d be romantic to ask you to be his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day at your doorstep with an oversized bouquet of roses. One year later and your perception of this romantic holiday had completely been redefined. That’s what love does to you, you guess.

And now here you were, a week before Valentine’s day secretly planning the most romantic evening you have ever planned in your life. To be fair, it was the first romantic evening you ever planned, making it the most romantic thus far. It being the first romantic date you had planned made you all the more excited and anxious to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. Not one candle or balloon was out of place. Despite all the chatter from your friends, saying that it should be the boyfriend planning these sort of dates on this holiday, you didn’t care how you may look putting this together. More important matters were at hand, specifically Leon not really being the same since his last mission.

You remembered clearly how exhausted he looked when you picked him up from the airport, how he practically fell into your arms, how permanent his frown has been since then. You hated seeing him like that. You wish you could take his pain and exhaustion away, but you couldn’t, and that you hated more. So, in hopes to lift his spirits, you thought of Valentine’s day being the perfect opportunity to give him the treatment he deserves, especially on a day that the both of you held dear to your hearts. Screw the tradition, the expectations, all you cared about was getting your Leon back. The Leon who was serious to some but especially giddy and happy with you. The Leon who always had a twinkle in his eye when explaining something he was passionate about. You were getting him back if it was the last thing you did.

The week flew out the window with the fiercely cold winds of winter, and the time had finally come to execute Operation: Pamper Condor One. Wearing a lipstick red chain knit sweater and a pair of jeans, you pull your hair up into a bun at the top of your head and wrap it with a white scrunchy with tiny hearts. Looking in the mirror you didn’t expect to come to this point in your life. You didn’t think you’d ever enjoy today like this, much less with someone who made life worth perceiving at a different, more positive angle. But, you weren’t complaining, you liked this new you and you sincerely hoped that you could bring the old Leon back tonight.

Looking around your apartment with brows furrowed, you murmured your checklist to yourself to ensure everything was in place. It was safe to say that you went all out with this one. Heart shaped pillows replaced your usual everyday pillows on the couch, candles were lit everywhere in the house to the point where it was almost a safety hazard, and most importantly, rose petals scattered on the sheets of your bed. Nibbling on your thumbnail, your mind spirals in a panic as you wait for him to arrive.

Is this too much? Will he hate it?

You thought to yourself looking around the apartment from your couch, your legs crossed and your one heart patterned sock covered foot bouncing anxiously. So deep in thought, you jump at the sound of Leon’s familiar knock, one he came up with so you knew it was him at your door. Standing up so fast, you begin to almost see stars as you clumsily make your way to your front door and swing it open.

“Hey beautiful” Leon greets, his voice soft, sentimental, yet so very exhausted. With an oversized bouquet of your favorite type of flower in his arms, he has to tilt his head to the side to look at you.

“Awe you shouldn’t have!” you gush happily as you tug his arms toward you to lead him inside.

“You didn’t think I’d forget our one year did you?” He grunts as he places the bouquet down on your kitchen counter.

“Never” You reply with a giggle as you watched him lean back to stretch his back,

“Jesus, those are heavy” He groans to himself, “you also have something coming in later tonight”

You couldn’t help but snicker at his obliviousness towards his surroundings, as he continued to speak,

“I also got us a reservation at your favorite restaurant, we’re supposed to be there in… wait what’s all this?” he asks softly, turning around and taking notice of the romantic ambience of your apartment.

“I’d cancel that reservation if I were you, because we’re not going” you say leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing your arms,

“We aren’t?” He asks cautiously, turning back to you. You smile smugly and shake your head,

“Nope, tonight we’re going to be focusing on you” turning him to face you and wrapping your arms around his neck, you place a soft peck on his lips as his eyes turn up in thought,

“Me?” He murmurs against your lips, earning an agreeing hum from you in return,

“Go sit at the dining table, I’ll be there in a minute okay?” still a bit unsure of how this evening was going to turn out, he eventually nods and makes his way to your circle dining table. Noticing a wrapped box leaning against his chair, wondering what it could be.

Not long after, you walk out with a pizza box in your hand, Leon’s eyes immediately light up noticing the emblem on the top lid,

“Is that–”

“Your favorite? Of course” you triumphantly respond, placing the box on the table and opening the lid. The savory aroma of melted cheese and pepperoni filled the air which filled Leon’s eyes with excitement. Something you hadn’t seen in a while, seeing it now made your heart soar. So far, your plan was going swimmingly. Serving him a slice, you place a kiss on his forehead and sit across from him. While taking a bite of his pizza, he looks around at all your hard work and attention to detail in awe,

“Babe, you did all of this…for me?” You look up from your plate and reach out to take his hand with a loving smile,

“Well, you’re always taking care of me, I thought maybe I could do it for a change” You explain, a bashful grin growing on your lips as you squeeze his hand. His eyebrows furrow as his mouth falls slightly, something told him it was because of how he’d been acting since he came home. Guilt washed over him, he thought he had hid it so well. But this extravagant gesture showed him the opposite of what he thought was reality. You had often asked him what happened and if he was feeling okay and in return, he just shrugged it off. Telling you not to worry about him, that he could take care of himself. Little did he know how much that isolated the both of you back then. But he saw it now,

“Baby, I’m sorry for being so off lately and shutting you out. I thought I was protecting you but I think I did the opposite” your eyes softened at his words as you stood from your chair. Kneeling down you take him in your arms and kiss his forehead,

“I know” your breath brushed against his skin, causing his shoulders to drop slightly, “You were trying to tough it out right?”

With a soft exhale through his nose, he nods his head slightly, “You know you don’t have to carry this weight on your own right? That’s what I’m here for” you continue brushing some his hair away from his face,

“I guess, I don’t exactly know how to do that” resting your forehead against his own, you rest your hands behind his neck, the pads of your fingers making his eyes flutter slightly in bliss,

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it easier for you, starting tonight”

A small smile grows on his face, your soft voice always being music to his ears, and knowing you cared this much, to do all this for him. Since you two had intertwined your lives, you continued to show him what he had been missing. What he yearned without knowing. Nodding his head, he leans in to press his lips to yours. His hands gently lifted you closer to him and before you knew it, you were sitting on his lap, legs dangling over his right thigh as your lips failed to pull away. Every kiss rebukes all anxieties and fears from both of your minds. After one last peck, his lashes flutter down as he notices the wrapped present against his chair again. You notice and with a chuckle you reach down and place it on the table,

“Happy One Year my love” you coo nuzzling your head against the side of his. You wished you could take a photo of the look on his face as he eyed the carefully wrapped box. He looked like a little boy on Christmas Day,

“go on, open it” you urge. With a quiet laugh he makes the first tear of the paper and then another tear. With your legs swinging, you watch him open the box and pull out a T-Shirt and read the words. His smile widens as he reads it and out comes a laugh you missed so dearly, like a dream that flees from you the moment you awake.

“My Girlfriend Is Hotter Than You” he reads it aloud and places a smooch on your cheek, “that she is, that she is”

“That’s not all” you say with a smirk, earning an eyebrow raise from him,

“Is there something else in the box?”

“Nope” your hands leave his neck and reach the hem of your sweater, beginning to lift it from your body. A motion, you noticed, made Leon’s cheeks redden. You lift it over your head and drop it to the floor to reveal your matching t-shirt,

“My Boyfriend Is Hotter Than You” in bold black letters matching him. He practically gasps and tightens his arms around you peppering kisses along your neck, making you giggle from his excitement,

“And you said you hated these type of shirts” he points out smugly,

“What can I say? You’re a bad influence on me” you retort back, standing up from his lap and extending your hand,

“C’mon the night isn’t over” Leon’s ears redden from your words, as he takes your hand and lets you lead him into the bedroom. Sitting him on the bed, you grab his shirt and lift it from the bottom, with a shy yet excited twinkle in his eyes, he lets you. Placing it neatly on your dresser, you sit behind him on the bed,

“What are you doing?” Leon asks with a look of intrigue on his face,

“Giving you a massage, duh” you tease,

“Oh, I thought we were gonna…” he clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle, “right” he adds, sounding a tad disappointed. Pressing a kiss on the back of his neck, sending shivers down the man’s spine, you ruffle his hair and whisper in his ear,

“Maybe later” you almost saw his ears perk up from your words as your hands stroked along the scars littering his back. You remembered the first time you saw those scars. Wanting to kiss every single one of them away, knowing how much of a burden they casted on your lovely boyfriend. Resting your hands on his shoulders, your thumbs knead the area beneath, feeling the pent up tension,

“Does this hurt?” You ask with uncertainty,

“No, feels good” he murmurs, his eyes gently closed. With a sigh of relief you begin to rub down and knead every area of his back. Sighs and grunts escape his lips as he feels his body tense and relax from your touch. You smiled softly, glad to see him receiving the attention and care he deserved. You couldn’t imagine how tense he must have felt using his body so brutally to survive and play hero. You could feel the exhaustion, pain, and stress leave with every manipulation of muscle, “I love you” he murmurs again, his eyes half lidded and a dreamy smile on his lips.

“I love you, too” you softly respond, hugging him from behind, “how do you feel now?”

“Amazing” he mutters under his breath, “Thank you”

You can’t help but gush at his words, always so sweet, so polite. Getting up from the bed you run to the bathroom and take one of your clay masks and place it on your dresser,

“You’re really spoiling me here” he comments bashfully as you also come back with the leftover pizza in the pizza box, his gift and turn on the tv.

You chuckle and begin opening the clay mask and walk over to him. He widens his eyes and holds his hands up, “Wait, lemme do something first” he says, causing you to lift your brows curiously. Grabbing the t-shirt you gifted him, he slips it on and admires the letters spreading across his chest, “Okay now you can continue”

“So you like the shirt huh?” You tease smearing the teal paste onto his forehead,

“I thought I made it obvious” he retorts back sassily, closing his eyes. You roll your eyes and continue smearing the mask on his face,

“There all done, now just relax” you reassure, pressing him farther onto the bed,

“Wait, you’re not wearing a mask” he points out taking the paste from you, “c’mere”

“Leon, this is about you remember” you protest,

“Last I checked, it’s our one year anniversary, not mine. Now come here, I’m not doing this alone” he adds the last part sternly, making you sigh in defeat and scoot over to him so he can apply the paste onto your face. You can’t help but smile as you watch him carefully apply the paste on your face as neatly as possible. After he finishes, he kisses your lips earning a sound in protest,

“Babe, you’re going to make the mask crack” you say sheepishly,

“Tuff” he remarks, hovering his body over yours to kiss you more deeply.

The doorbell rings making Leon pull away, his eyes filled with excitement,

“It’s here” he whispers to himself, hopping off the bed and making his way to the door. Coming back he holds a gigantic teddy bear, the exact one you were eyeing while the two of you were running errands together,

“You didn’t!” You gasp,

“I did” effortlessly, lifting the teddy bear that was half the size of him, he places it next to you, “like it?”

“I love it! Thank you” you gush hugging the bear tightly.

“Alright alright, I’m right here you don’t need to cuddle it now” he adds, a tinge of jealousy in his tone, pushing the bear aside and collapsing onto you earning an,

“Oof” from you as you wrapped your arms around him,

“I think I’m ready to talk about it all now” he says as he lays his head against your chest, looking up at you with puppy eyes. You feel all your worries of this plan being a disaster fall away from his words,

“Well go on, I’m listening” with a long, tired sigh he begins to explain everything. The horrors, the betrayals, the losses he endured to make it home. You kept quiet and let him talk about it. Your hands massaging his scalp to comfort him. Once he was done, he lifted himself up from you to look into your eyes,

“I really am sorry for shutting you out. I was just.. afraid of burdening you”

“What you go through, I want to go through it with you. I wish you understood that, that’s what I mean when I say I love you”

“I understand that now.” He begins to say, “we’re a team right?”

“Exactly, you’re so smart” your compliment causes him to blush and smile,

“What was it you said about doing something later?” He says endearingly,

“I said maybe”

“Is it more of a yes than a no kind of maybe or…” he responds suggestively, pressing himself against you making you blush slightly, “Because I think I owe you something in return for all of this, princess”

“If it frees your conscience, sure” wrapping your arms around his neck you lean forward and share a kiss with your lover. Feeling his smile curve against your own, it was safe to say Operation: Pamper Condor One was a success.

It had been ten years since the war ended. Ten years since you’ve seen George Weasley.

You always called him your “one that got away”, back in school you were friendly, but during your sixth year together you had grown close. To everyone else it seemed inevitable that you two would end up together, yet it never had the chance to grow, as the twins took off to start their joke shop the next year. Any would be romance between you was effectively smothered to death by the distance.

And then the war. The war provided the last nail in the coffin for that romance. All your time being spent in hiding and providing aid to those in need.

It had been ten years since Fred had died. And during that time, you joined the muggle world again, trying to find yourself. You had heard George had started a relationship with Fred’s ex-girlfriend Angelina. That it had moved too quick for it to be healthy for either of them, but it ended soon after their daughter Roxanne had been born, the pair separating amicably. Or so you’ve heard from your friends who keep tabs on that kind of stuff. Not that you kept up with his life, or so you like to tell yourself.

And now you stand in front of George, a different version of the man you had once known so well. He had aged significantly, though you’re sure losing a brother and having a kid will do that to one. You could see a streak of white in his hair, bringing together this new look for him. He was like a bottle of old wine, only getting better with age.

Awkwardly, you make small talk. Then you start joking. And for a brief bit of time, everything feels alright. You see George laughing like he used to do in school, when you’d sneak into the kitchen and steal the left over pastry’s and gossip about what happened in class that day. There’s still that same sadness in his eyes, but through the cracks you can see that recognizable light.

Things may not be the same as they were back in Hogwarts, but that isn’t what you both need now. Perhaps, it’s better that you both find what a relationship could be now that you’ve both grown.

Long Distance - Blurb

Gojo x Reader: Fluff

Little draft, might continue this another time.

You stared at the ended Discord call on your screen.

12 hrs and 8 min

You just spent over twelve hours talking to some random guy in Japan. Broken English. Broken Japanese.

Those two semesters of Japanese you took in college for your world language credit? Guess they were finally paying off—all because you decided to join a random Minecraft server at three in the morning. Of course, that meant it was daytime in Japan, a neat little twelve-hour time difference.

You tried not to dwell too much on the call: how he’d invited you to join his town on the server, how quick-witted and surprisingly charming he’d been.

No, no.

This was just a fleeting crush. A reaction to being showered with attention. A temporary burst of dopamine. You were not falling for someone halfway across the world. Absolutely not.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a Discord notification.

青眼の白龍:“Switch? Animal Crossing…?”

A second message followed right after: “Your voice…cute!”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you stared at the screen in disbelief.

What the hell.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, and then you typed a response:

“I have a Switch! :) Play tomorrow? It’s night here.”

The reply didn’t come immediately. You watched the typing bubbles appear and disappear a few times, as though he kept rephrasing whatever he wanted to say.

Finally, it came through.

“Yes. Call. Tomorrow! 💙”

You sighed, shutting down your PC before heading to bed. Your heart thumped a little too loudly in your chest. It’s just a simple little crush, right?

Sunday arrived—a bittersweet reminder that it was your last free day before the work week began. The timezone difference weighed on your mind; realistically, you wouldn’t have time to chat much with him during the weekdays.

As you booted up your Switch, the familiar Discord ringtone chimed, startling you. Crap, you didn’t have online membership to visit other islands! You scrambled to enter your credit card information, fingers fumbling slightly from your nerves.

Then, his voice came through.

“Moshi-moshi!”

Light, chipper, and laced with a soft giggle, his greeting made your heart flutter. “Hello, y/n!”

You froze for a second, gripping your Switch tighter as your chest went pitter-patter. You didn’t even know what he looked like. Most of your conversation last night was surface-level: basic introductions, Minecraft plans, and a few scattered questions about each other’s lives.

Yet, here you were, feeling your cheeks warm like you were talking to someone you’d known for years.

“Hello…Satoru,” you said, testing his name carefully. Then a moment of panic hit. “Wait—is that okay? Or do you prefer Gojo?”

His laughter came again, soft and easy.

“I like Satoru,” he said, a playful edge creeping into his tone. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “Let’s…play?”

There was a hint of hesitation in his words, the careful pauses betraying his uncertainty in English. It mirrored how awkward and foreign speaking Japanese felt for you. But his effort was impressive—he handled basic conversation with surprising ease.

You smiled to yourself, settling onto the couch with your Switch. “Yeah, let’s play.”

Jungwoo now that he has become an employed man after being added to nct 127

in a million lives | seunghan

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: bf!seunghan and reader

೫ summary: you spontaneously decide to dance in the middle of the street and seunghan falls harder for you

೫ genre/word count: fluff & lots of romance! 691 words!

೫ author’s notes: the way i wrote this while at an airport😌 truly the best vibes and i am in love with how this turned out 🫶🏼 i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it

10:45 -

Seunghan knew that this may have been a bad idea. He should’ve known that seeing you in a sparkly gown would make him fall even harder for you. His eyes were fixated on you as you walked through the hallway. The soft light of the hallway reflected on your face, giving you an angelic glow.

“You look…gorgeous.” He muttered, his heart racing as he slowly stepped ever so closer to you. You paused, stopping in the middle of the hall, looking up at him. He looked dashing in his pressed suit, but it was his smile that made him all the more handsome.

You reach for his hand, whispering, “And you look striking in that suit.” He gasps, bringing his other hand to his chest. For both of you, the best parts of your relationship were the small moments like this. Smiling, you clasp his hand in yours tighter, guiding him towards the front door. “Come on, love.” He says quietly, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

Opening the door, you both walk outside, relishing in the silence and the warm summer air. Your pale blue gown shone against the streetlights, the ruffled sleeves blowing in the calm breeze. It was one of those nights where you walked hand in hand down the sidewalk before carefully making your way to the empty street that’s yet to be illuminated by your smiles and laughter.

Seunghan squeezes your hand tightly, offering you a small smile. He steps back, taking your beauty in, before stepping to the side. You followed him, stepping to the side, heels in sync with his dress shoes. There was no music and barely any sounds besides the light clicking of your heels against the concrete as you stepped in a little rhythm with Seunghan.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, eyes looking directly into yours. He scans your face, beginning to get lost in your eyes. You laugh, saying between giggles, “Is that even a question?” He throws his head back, laughing with you. Taking your hand, he spins you around, dipping you in his arms. Pulling you back up, he guides you across the street, finding a melody in the darkness of the night. The sound of your giggles and your shared footsteps is all he could hear. Nothing else in the entire world mattered to him.

“Y/n. You know…” He trailed off, his footsteps coming to a stop. His hands are still intertwined with yours, yet his heart is racing at a million miles per hour. You tilt your head towards him, whispering, “What is it, love?” Seunghan’s voice shakes slightly as he takes a deep breath. Your brows crease with instant worry, eyes searching for a hint of what’s going on.

A single tear falls from his face as he whispers softly, “I’m in love with you. And I think…” He pauses before continuing, “I want to be in your life forever and I know you love me since we’re already together. I’ve fallen for you all over again tonight. I love you, Y/n.”

The words echoed through your mind as the world seemed to slow down as if all the stars were patiently waiting for your response to your lover. You stare at him, eyes misty, a quiet confirmation of your enduring love. You smile, whispering, "I'd stay with you forever, and in every life too. I love you, Seunghan."

His emotions overtake him, gently letting go of your hand to cup your face. Grazing his thumb over the tears that escaped your eyes, he leaned down, centimeters between the two of you. You let out a soft breath, lightly closing your eyes, anticipating what was to come. Closing the gap between you two, he captured your lips in a soft kiss. It wasn't anything like your previous kisses, though. This one was...different. He held your face and kissed you as though if he were to let you go, you'd walk away. But, you both knew that your love was destined to last forever. After all, the stars were smiling down on the two of you, wishing everlasting love for you.

This hair style is everything

The Tortured Poets Department is the most Taylor Swift album she’s ever put out. It’s the culmination of everything she’s ever done. It’s the teenage petulance of debut. It’s the hope and naïveté of fearless. It’s the lack of filter of speak now. It’s the emotional rollercoaster of red. It’s the pride of 1989. It’s the angst and the rebirth of reputation. It’s the hopeless romanticism of lover. It’s the storytelling and literary allusions of folklore and evermore. It’s the dark reminiscence of midnights. Which is why I think it’s resonating more with those who have been here the whole time and can see the echoes of each era in this album.

SOMEONE SEND ME JAEMIN PICS FICS CONTENT ANYTHING BEFORE JENO PULLS ME MY MANS LITERALLY GLOWING

jaeyong being military boyfriends because i miss my bbs

[ both separate relationships!1!1! not poly ;2 ] cws — none that i would call out !!!

genre | fluffyyy!!