#anyways this isn’t meant to attack anyone

[dudeitiskarev]

I Want to Hold Your Hand | Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau female reader

Summary: Hotch sends you home and you almost die, which only makes him realize how much he truly loves you.

Word count: 2.4k.

Tags/warnings: hurt/little comfort; season 1 Hotch my beloved <3; canon typical violence; Haley and Jack don’t exist in this universe oopsies; angst with happy ending; Hotch is a baby; probably very inaccurate medical talk bc all I know is from Grey’s; not beta read + English isn’t my first language so good luck with that.

Author’s note: remember when I said I was probably done writing for a Hotch? Turns out all I had to do was stop taking my antidepressant 🙄 anyway, don’t get your hopes high. I just needed to take a break from my never-ending Spence fic so I wrote this. Which is basically a rewrite of what happened with Elle. I just wanted to make Hotch suffer a little so I hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

A few hours ago, Aaron kissed the top of your head and sent you back to the hotel with a police officer.

Now, he was in a hospital waiting room with his heart in his throat, hoping the doctor would show up with good news.

You’d been attacked in your hotel room, and it was his fault.

“They’re gonna set up a bed for you in her room.” Jason walked in with a cup of coffee for Aaron. His fourth one already.

“She’s… not out of surgery yet,” Aaron shut his eyes. “We don’t know if —”

“The hospital chief, I know him.” Gideon sort of smiled. “I asked him if he could go check on her. All I know is that they’re closing her up now.”

The words began to sound far and faded as if Aaron was underwater. His vision blurred and his legs would’ve given up if he wasn’t sitting down already.

It was his soul returning to his body.

He didn’t want to get his hopes high, though. If they were closing you up it meant you were alive, but nothing else. There could be a hundred things wrong with you while being alive.

All he could do was nod and put his hands together over his lips like a prayer.

You were alive.

“The doctor should be here with the updates any minute now.” Jason sat next to Aaron and gave him a gentle tap on his back.

Gideon knew. Even when Hotch hadn’t told anyone about his feelings—not even you—he spent most of his day with profilers so of course the best one in his team knew about it.

“I’m heading back to the hotel soon,” Gideon continued. “See what the hell happened. Why… How did they let the unsub enter her room. Garcia should be landing soon. We need to check every security camera.” He smacked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head.

Aaron rose from his seat and tried his best to at least let his shoulders relax but every bit of him had turned into concrete.

“Where are Reid and Morgan?” He asked, pacing back and forth and stretching his neck from one side to the other. Even in moments like this, he needed to know where the rest of his people were. Especially in moments like this.

“Back at the local PD,” Gideon answered.

“JJ?”

“She’s talking to the hotel manager, making sure none of the employees makes any declaration to the press before we catch the guy.”

Aaron nodded, and soon, the doctor walked into the room with the updates.

“Surgery was a success,” he began. “We managed to repair all the damage and save her lung. Now, she flatlined once in the ambulance and then again during surgery so her brain has been through a lot.”

It wasn’t the time to profile anyone, but the way the doctor couldn’t keep eye contact for longer than two seconds told Aaron he was aiming at something more serious.

“Just tell us.” Aaron rubbed his thumb with his fingers.

“She’s not breathing on her own yet and according to her EEG, her last exam, her brain is swollen. It may take her a while to wake up.” The doctor gulped. “If she wakes up.”

Aaron’s entire world crumbled once again. He pinched the bridge of his nose and walked to a corner to pull himself together.

This was his fault. You might never wake up and it was his fault.

“When can we see her?” Gideon asked for him.

“You can see her now but… you need to be prepared. A machine is breathing for her. There’s a tube down her throat and it might be a lot to look at.”

Just picturing you like that turned his stomach upside down.

God, if you don’t ever wake up—

“She’s gonna wake up.” Penelope’s voice entered the room and so did the light she carried everywhere.

She was one of Aaron’s comfort people. If Penelope was there, there was hope.

“Garcia,” Jason said in a don’t tone.

“She’s strong.” Penelope walked up to Hotch anyway. “And people wake up from comas. Miracles happen and—” Her eyes filled with tears once she touched Hotch’s arm to get his attention. “She needs us, she needs you. And we need her.”

Garcia also knew, apparently. And if she knew without being a profiler, everyone else knew.

“I found this.” She handed Hotch a Polaroid picture of you. You were leaning on Garcia’s desk, your arms folded over your chest and with your sweet, sweet smile. There was the hope. “I took it a while ago and kept it on my desk along with the others but…”

Aaron took it with a shaky hand. You were mesmerizing.

“García,” Gideon insisted.

A nurse interrupted to let them know they could see you now.

“You go,” Gideon said to Hotch, taking a step back. “Just call me if anything changes. Garcia, you’re coming with me.”

“Yes, sir.” Penelope gave Hotch one last hopeful smile before following Jason out.

Aaron looked at your photo again and took deep breaths to gather himself as walked to the endless hall that took him to you.

“We’ll set up your bed in a few.” The nurse smiled at him, gesturing for him to go in. “She looks good. It might not look like it because of all the machines but she’s doing good. She’s a strong woman.”

Aaron said a quiet thanks before the nurse left.

It was just you and him.

The steady beeping of the machine brought him a sense of comfort—it meant you were alive—yet his feet were hesitant to take him next to you. He stood at the door for a moment, watching you from afar.

As the doctor had said, it was a lot to look at. It reminded him of the last time he saw someone close to him like this: his father. The difference was that back then, he couldn’t wait for his dad to die.

Today, he’d found himself praying multiple times to a god he wasn’t even sure existed most times.

He dared to move and when he reached your side, he almost crumbled. You had a few bruises on your left cheek, your knuckles were split—you even had a broken finger, and you looked beautiful as ever. He wished he could see the twinkle of your eyes, hear your voice, catch you smiling at him.

Guilt brewed at the pit of his stomach again. He should’ve gone with you. He should’ve been with you.

He lifted one hand to stroke your head and tears welled up as soon as his skin touched yours. His chin quivered and he sniffled quietly as tears threatened to spill. He used the heel of his hands to dry them away. He couldn’t cry, even if you were in a coma and couldn’t see him like this—broken. You believed people’s energy had effects on others, and you needed him to be strong. He needed to be more like you.

His bed was set soon after, right next to you. His eyes were heavy, and his muscles were sore. Even then, he couldn’t bring himself to lie down. He was scared to close his eyes. What if you died while he was asleep? He stayed sitting down, holding your hand and never losing sight of you.

“It’s raining,” he said out loud, talking to you. “Every time it rains I think of you.”

He smiled at the memories. You’d shown up at his office for your interview drenching, and he was smitten from the very first moment he laid eyes on you.

“Agent Hotchner,” your perky voice caught him off guard. No one inside the BAU building was perky—besides Garcia.

You stood by the door, both hands behind your back waiting for his signal to come in.

“Please.” He gestured with his hand to the seat across from him.

He took half a second to study you quickly. Raindrops were gathered over the shoulders of your blazer and your mascara was a bit smudged under your eyes.

“Forgot your coat, agent?” He commented, peeling his eyes off you and reading through your resume.

“Didn’t think I’d be raining by the time I arrived, sir. I don’t keep an umbrella in my car either. I apologize for my… appearance.”

It wasn’t your appearance that got you on his team, it was your outstanding resume. It made him wonder why you chose to apply to the Behavioral Analysis Unit instead of staying at ViCAP. Your performance there was impeccable.

“I wasn’t feeling comfortable there anymore,” was your answer. “And I want to seek other paths, sir. And I know I’m a good fit for your team.”

You started the very next day, and he partnered up with you to keep an eye on you during your first cases. You were a quick thinker, were fast on your feet, and stayed calm under critical situations.

Not once he felt at a disadvantage in the field for working with the new kid, which only showed him how good you naturally were. He was drawn to you and it wasn’t just because of your professionalism.

It was your fast food order. It was the first joke you ever made that only made him laugh. It was your perfume, the way you spoke with your hands, and how you raised your brows when making a point.

Everything about you made him take a deep breath. You made him dizzy. Lightheaded. Drunk.

Exactly how he felt right now while holding your hand, except that now, the room was spinning at the mere thought of losing you.

“I love you,” he murmured, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your bruised knuckles with shaky lips. “I love you.”

He’d never said it before. He didn’t know he did until now.

“God, I love you so much. From the moment I saw you, you lit up my life. You made it better, made me better.” He kept talking to you, hoping that his voice would heal everything inside you. “I can’t lose you. I won’t make it.”

Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.

The rain stopped, the hours passed, and the sun never came out.

It’d been two weeks and he’d already made the habit of reading you at night.

“Studies have shown that playing music they really like and talking to the person in a coma increases their chances of waking up,” Spencer had said the day the entire team came to visit you.

Most nights he read case files. Others, he liked to read poetry.

You still hadn’t woken up, but the music, the poetry, and the flowers didn’t stop.

“I hope you don’t mind if I read something by Neruda,” Aaron said as he sat on the chair next to you. “Maybe not Neruda.”

It was one of those nights where hope had watered down with his tears.

He put the book down next to you and held your hand. He hadn’t stopped holding your hand; he hadn’t stopped kissing it either. He sighed deeply and stood up to draw the blinds, turning his back to you.

A loud smack against the floor startled him, making him turn around. The book he’d left next to you had fallen. He didn’t think he’d left it at the edge of the bed, but he picked it up without much curious and went to put it where it was.

Your hand twitched when he grazed your knuckles casually.

Then it twitched again—harsher—and a soft whimper came from your chest. That sound definitely came out of your body.

Aaron was quick to check on you, towering over you and watching you closely. Your eyelids started to move and the next thing he knew, he was making eye contact with you.

Those beautiful twinkling eyes took his breath away.

“We need a doctor in here!” He was quick to react, pressing the call button.

Nurses stormed inside and moved him out of the way to assist you.

“She’s awake. She’s fighting the tube,” was all he heard before a thousand tingles rushed through him.

You were awake.

Your doctor arrived soon after to examine you and Aaron stood there as they took the tube out.

You coughed and writhed with discomfort.

“Can you tell me your name?” Your doctor moved a small flashlight in front of your eyes.

You blinked a few times and searched around the room. Your eyes landed on Aaron. “Hotch?”

Your soft voice traveled to him and enveloped his heart, mending every bit that was broken.

“Hi,” he merely said.

You shook your head and said your name instead. Your doctor asked some more questions like your birthday, where you worked at and what was the last thing you remembered, and the entire time your eyes were trained on Aaron.

“It’s vague.” You took a sharp breath. “I think I was attacked but I don’t know how. I can assume by this unglued scar, though.” You put your palm on your chest.

“We’re still going to do some tests,” Your doctor said. “But you’re great. Pupils are responsive, your lungs sound healthy and there are no signs of brain damage. No memory loss. No speech loss either.”

“How soon can she go home?” Aaron asked, taking another step closer. He finally stood by your side, and you reached for his hand.

This was you. Sweet and caring even at your worst.

“I’d like to keep her under observation for a couple of days, then she can go. But just so you know, you can’t fly for at least two weeks after open-chest surgery.”

The doctor gave you some other indications before leaving, then it was just the two of you as it’d been for the past two weeks. Though now he got to see the twinkle of your eyes, hear your voice, and catch you smiling at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, tilting your head to the side like a puppy.

“I sent you away and—“ he raised his brows.

“Don’t.” You squeezed his hand. “Don’t do that. Don’t… blame yourself.”

“I should’ve come with you. I should’ve— god, you almost died. You almost died,” he repeated in a whisper, shutting his eyes with pain.

The guilt was still there.

“But I didn’t.”

“I was so scared,” he admitted, daring to look back at you.

“I… don’t remember much. Just bits and pieces but I do remember that I wasn’t scared. I think. I… channeled you at that moment.” You laughed. “I remember thinking, Hotch wouldn’t be scared, he would put up a fight, so I did. I fought the guy, which got me almost killed but I wasn’t scared.” You lifted your hand and cradled his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “You have a beard.”

He chuckled. “Barely.”

“It looks good. I like it.”

He didn’t like it much, but he was grateful it was there so you wouldn’t see how hard he was blushing. He poured you some water and handed it you to distract himself from it.

“Where are we?” You then asked, taking a sip from the straw.

“Seattle.” Aaron raised his brows while licking his lips.

Last time you two were in Seattle, you’d kissed for the first time.

“Oh,” you mirrored his smirk. “So that’s gonna be like a three-day road trip back to Quantico?”

“It’s either that or two more weeks in Seattle until you can fly there,” he responded.

“Both sound amazing, don’t you think?” you scanned his face up and down and heat rushed to his cheeks again. “Thank you for staying with me, Aaron.”

I love you, he thought.

“How could I not?” he said instead.

Never said there would be a love confession now did I 🤭 But don’t worry, hotch confesses his love during the road trip <33333 also the title is a The Beatles song bc he played The Beatles a lot while reader was in a coma. And bc he held her hand a lot.

I hope you liked it!!!!

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[velvetstreets]

Something where Jack and the reader have a great sex life but the reader isn’t nearly as experienced as him and gets insecure sometimes and Jack reassures her - doesn’t have to be exact but something along those lines pretty please :))

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: fluff, smut, fingering (f!recieving) penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing,

“Hey. Please don’t do that. Cmon’, talk to me baby..” Jack dipped his head down to meet your eyes, having tucked your chin into your neck, embarrassed.

You huffed, throwing your self back into the bed, throwing your hands over your face as you groaned.

Jack gently curled his hands around your wrists, pulling your hands from your face so he could look at you.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s wrong? Or am I gonna have to get it out of you another way…” he trailed off, a smirk forming on his face.

“Jack… don’t-“ you warned him, but it was too late.

Jack’s fingers dug into your skin, tickling you everywhere as you gasped and erupted in giant laughs and giggles.

“Jack!”

“Y/N!” He copied you with a sly grin.

“Fuck off!” You giggled loudly, squirming in his grip.

“Tell me what’s wrong!” He countered, smiling as he continued his tickle attack on you.

“Fine, FINE!” You gasped for air as he let up.

He laid in between your legs, chin on your tummy as you regained your breath.

“I just- hnnnnggg,” you groaned as your threw your arms over your face.

Jack waited patiently, giving a reassuring rub and peck against your tummy.

“I just feel so… inexperienced compared to you. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I just- I- I want it to be good for you too. I just- yeah, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing and I feel dumb.” You huffed your confession, arms still over your face.

“Y/N,” Jack shuffled up and removed your arms from your face, his hands cupping your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“Every moment with you is good for me, it's fucking great for me. Yeah our experiences aren’t the same, but they aren’t supposed to be. Nobody’s is,” he said caressing your cheek.

“And none of that shit matters anyways. Doesn’t matter if you’ve slept with 50 people or 5 or none at all. Just because I may have technically been with more people-“ he said raising his hands to do air quotes. “Doesn’t mean that this isn’t new to me too. I mean fuck-, d’you have any idea the effect you have on me?” He questioned, leaning to plant kisses along your jaw.

“M’always afraid I’m gonna bust too quick every time you let out one of those sweet little sighs,” he mouthed at your neck.

“Or that m’not doing enough to get you there, that I’m not gonna be able to make you feel as fuckin’ deliciously insane as you make me feel when you tighten around me-“ he groaned, grinding his hips into yours; a thumb reaching down to erotically swipe at your nipple.

You let out a pleasant sigh which turned into a whine, your hand threading through his hair to tug on, resulting in a deep groan from Jack.

“Fuck baby,” Jack’s mouth found yours, desperate to feel your soft lips against his, to meld together and never separate. God he could kiss you for hours upon hours. The way he melted into you was euphoria, why would he ever wanna be anywhere else, with anyone else?

Jack's hands were practically shaking, he was electrified by your soft gasps and touch, he couldn't wait to show you what you meant to him.

"Y'make me feel jittery, like I'm on a sugar high," he groaned, kissing your neck, and down to your chest. "And I wake up every day, and can't believe you're mine. I get to kiss you and hug you," he explained.

"And fuck you-" he mouthed at your lips as he rolled his hips against yours. You let out a moan, your hips reacting on their own accord, wanting to meet his delicious bulge again.

"Please..." you whispered.

"Hm? Please what, baby?" Jack teased; you felt his grin press into the crevice of your neck.

"Please, take care of me Jack. Want it... want you, bad." You struggled to form a cohesive sentence, his roaming hands and mouth and the roll of his hips into yours were driving you crazy.

"Yeah? My pretty girl's gonna let me take care of her? Let me fuck her how she deserves? Gonna let me make you cum?" He taunted you.

"Yes, yes, please Jack-" You nodded furiously, grasping at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel him.

"Okay, princess, I got you." Jack promised, kissing your soft lips.

His big hands swept under your shirt, slowly pushing it up your body, littering kisses all over your tummy and up your chest, before taking it off. Jack let out a groan of approval, kissing you again to calm his heart rate down a bit.

"Mmh-, Jack..." your brows slightly furrowed together, tugging at his shirt. Jack couldn't help but chuckle before tearing his own shirt off.

Your hands immediately went to his torso, palms sliding up from his tummy to his chest, exactly as he had done to you. You wet your lips, ogling his porcelain skin, his chest smattered with hair and freckles.

The two of you sat like that for a few seconds, just admiring eachother, nothing but soft pants of neediness filling the room

Jack leant down and pressed a few kisses to your lips and one to your nose - making you giggle, before he continued his plan of action. You lifted your hips so he could slip your shorts off easily, to which he pressed kisses to your pooch, and one to your clothed mound. Jack stood up momentarily, pulling his sweats off before climbing back over you.

He grinned, dimples digging into his cheeks as his eyes roamed over you. "So pretty..." he exhaled, his thumb rubbing over the skin right under your bra.

You weren't wearing anything special, just a simple black bra, with mismatched purple panties. But it didn't matter. None of those details that would've plagued your mind - whether it be your inexperience with sex, your mismatched underwear, if you shaved or not, stretch marks, the way your breasts looked, - none of them mattered. Jack loved them all, he looked at you like you were the sun.

"So fuckin' pretty, angel..." he spoke as if he was in a trance. "So good," he said as he settled in-between your legs, his nose tracing against yours. Jack slipped his hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the side, his grin digging deeper into his face as he was met with your breasts. He happily leant down to give them his undivided attention, kissing, licking, sucking. One thing about Jack, he loved toying with your nipples and clit, wanting to see and feel them grow hard against his touch. "So soft, all mine..." He groaned as they grew hard, causing his dick to do the same, and continued to mouth at your breasts. He left a few hickies against your chest in his wake, before moving on.

"So smart, so funny, so wet-" he said as he slipped two fingers under your panties and ran them through your folds, wetting them with your slick. Jack pulled his fingers back, now pressing the pads of his fingers against your swollen clit.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, your back arching, chest pressing against his.

"I know baby, I know. Feels good, huh?" He panted.

"Y-Yeah- so good," you sighed.

"Yeah? And how 'bout now?" He asked before working his fingers into your wet swollen pussy.

"Oh, god-" you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as he began to pump into you. Jack kept his thumb on your clit, pressing hard against the little nub every time he thrusted into you.

"Fuck, Jack- I'm gonna-" you gasped as the pads of his fingers tapped against that spot in you, your pussy contracting around him.

"C'mon baby, you got it, take what you need mamas-" Jack encouraged you, unable to keep his hips from writhing against the mattress as he watched you tip over the edge of your orgasm.

Your insecurities and worries melted away as you let the euphoric pleasure wash over you. Jack slowed his thrusts, until stopping them completely as he witnessed you sink into the mattress. He gave you a moment to calm down, before he pulled his fingers out and started to place kisses all over your face.

You shivered, grinning as you pressed your face into his neck, wanting to be as close as possible.

"Y'alright?" He asked, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you so you now laid on top of him, and he laid on his back.

"Mhm, the best." You nodded as he held you. And although he gave you a phenomenal orgasm, you couldn't help but want more; and you knew he did too by the hard outline of his dick through his black briefs, but you knew he wouldn't do anything until you initiated it. So you did.

You angled his face towards yours, bringing him in for a hungry kiss, making him sharply inhale.

"Need more." You whined against his mouth.

"Yeah? My baby needs more?" Jack grinned.

You nodded before you slid your panties off, and tugged his briefs after he nodded at you.

His dick was always a sight to see. Big but not intimidating, and girthy. You couldn't help but drool a bit as you watched his sticky cock blurted out a few drops of pre-cum.

You licked at his head, earning a hiss from Jack, and you smiled; loving the reassuring feeling that he loved this as much as you did. You wrapped a hand around him, jerking his cock a few times, making Jack grunt, eyes shut and brows furrowed as you lapped at him a few times.

"B-Baby, please- not gonna last if you keep, fuck-" he groaned as you swirled your tongue around his head.

"Sorry-" you giggled before moving up to straddle his hips.

"Don't be. Just wanna cum when I'm in you." he said panting as his hands rested on your hips.

"Well, you technically were," you grinned at him cockily.

"You know what I mea- oh fuck," he moaned as you sank down onto him.

You started to grind your hips against his, working him into you more until he reached the hilt. Your arousal seeped through you, drenching his cock with you, creating a nice sticky mess against his trimmed pubes, matting them together. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone, making you throw your head back as your palms found home on his broad chest.

"Wait, wait-" you heard him say, his hands stilling your hips.

He pulled out momentarily, and flipped the two of you over, so you were on your back.

"M'supposed to be taking care of you, remember?" He smirked, planting a kiss to your lips.

Jack sat back on his haunches, dick in his hand as his jerked his cock a few times, leaning over and tapping the head at your clit and sliding the length of his cock through your folds, but not fully putting it in yet.

"She wants me real bad, huh?" Jack teased, loving how he'd almost slip into you, and then pull out and keep pressing against your slick folds.

You let out a frustrated whine, and Jack chuckled. He finally slipped the head past your entrance, slowly thrusting into your sopping pussy.

"Fuck, fuck, so warm and tight- fuckin' hell," he exhaled, nuzzling his face into your neck as he held himself up by his forearms.

Jack started to snap his hips a little faster as he felt you relax, his tip kissing your core, making you cry out as you held him closer to you.

"Jack, oh my fucking god!" You whined, threading one of your hands into his curly locks, tugging on them every time he thrusted.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you gasped, hips trying to meet his as he fucked you.

"Good girl- good fuckin' girl, taking this dick so well," Jack muttered in your ear, mouthing at your jaw as a thumb snuck inbetween the two of you to rub at your clit.

"shitshitshit, keep doing that, fuck-" you cried out. All your senses were on ten; you felt him everywhere, it made you dizzy in the best way. You felt your wetness becoming messy, dripping down between your cheeks, as it made Jack's glide smoother.

Neither of you had the ability to form a cohesive sentence anymore, only communicating through grunts, whines and moans.

You were close, the tight rope in your tummy reaching the last of its elasticity, about to snap at any moment. Jack felt it too, the way your walls hugged him only made his balls tighter, and he felt how full they were as they slapped against your ass.

"Shit puppy, not gonna last much longer-" Jack uttered into your neck.

"Cum in me, Jack, I need it," you panted.

You felt him nod in your neck, snapping his hips faster and harder, both of you just kissing the peak of your orgasms. You came first, walls squeezing his thick cock in pulses, raking your nails down his back as you moaned.

The tightness of your pussy and the sound of you cumming drove Jack to his release. His hips stuttered as he gave three sharp final thrusts, emptying his release in you with loud breathy grunts.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle floaty feeling of your orgasms, and feeling his cum spill from you, down your ass and over your thighs. You squeezed your thighs around him once more, reveling in the feeling.

Instinctively, you raked your nails against his sweaty scalp, making his shiver and nuzzle closer against you as he let out a "mmmm".

Jack finally brought his face out from your neck, eyes hooded and dreamy, completely in love with you.

He smiled, messily kissing you, not wanting to move from the warm cocoon you two had made.

He was about to pull out, but you locked your legs around him tighter.

"No. Not yet. Stay like this, please?" you pleaded, not wanting him to be apart from you.

"Of course, whatever you want, smush." He kissed you once more, settling his head on your chest, his arms smoothing up your back, laying his full weight on you as he let out a deep satisfied sigh.

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[lumoskillercrispin]

I think another reason Joe is getting so much hate from Taylor and Swifties that isn’t talked about is…

He is proof Taylor is the problem.

When they started dating it was doing the time everyone was calling her a snake. Which she might not have deserved it when it came to Kim and Kanye but she is still a snake. She always has been because she will attack anyone that she believe she is justified to.

Anyway, Joe and her staying together for so long allowed Taylor and Swifties to tell the world that she was never to blame for all her failed relationships.

Even when she wrote songs about how she causes/caused problems in joe and her relationship him sticking around meant that all those other men were terrible for not putting up with it.

Now that the relationship is over she and her fans are back in the same position they were before him. Were non Swifties are once again proving Taylor is the problem. This has caused her and them to have to try harder to convince the world she is only a victim.

Taylor won’t take personal responsibility for her actions ruining her relationships and her fans, cult honestly, refuse to see her true colors so they are all taking it out on Joe.

Honestly this is disturbing behavior.

#anti taylor swift #free joe alwyn #joe alwyn #parasocial relationships #ex swiftie

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 407: Wait Why Are You Running Away

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan figured out how to control his quirk upgrade and was totally chill and normal about it. Definitely not terrifying at all. He actually spent the entire chapter smiling and laughing like the wholesome little boy he is. I don’t know why Kid For One is so freaked out about it. He even politely introduced himself using his childhood nickname. Clearly he just wants to be friends with you, KFO!

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “sorry to keep you waiting, here’s the AFO and Yoichi flashback you ordered at long last” and proceeds to serve a nightmarish stew of HUMAN MISERY and RATS and STABBING and CARNAGE and SO MUCH MURDER and THE SINGLE MOST FUCKED-UP CASE OF CODEPENDENCY ANYONE HAS EVER WRITTEN. I was not even remotely prepared for any of this, and if anyone else claims that they were, I will call you a liar to your face. If this chapter had a mouth it would scream. Or just sob, ceaselessly and uncontrollably. I’m really glad Horikoshi is on break next week because that man needs to take a fucking nap. My god.

okay WOW

anyone else read the first two words and just immediately say to themselves, “oh okay, so it’s gonna be one of those chapters”? I mean, I guess we were due for a darker chapter after last week’s Kacchan Comedy Tour. but idk, I just wasn’t expecting “homeless sick prostitute with a drinking problem” levels of dark

AND SHE’S PREGNANT?!

what exactly is this manga rated again? doesn’t this backstory seem just a little bit raw for the impressionable kiddos??

has anyone actually checked in on Horikoshi recently? you know, just to make sure he is okay??

what a fun and wholesome manga this is

the lil baby arm covered in blood with the AFO hole on the palm. lying next to the dead mom hand. what an image to sear into our minds. I guess it’s been a while since he killed any dogs. gotta keep us on our toes somehow

also wasn’t expecting AFO and Yoichi to be twins! that puts an interesting spin on their relationship, because it’s usually a closer bond than even regular siblings. especially with all of that delightful shared trauma from a young age!!

yes, exactly

ohhhh this chapter is gonna hurt me, isn’t it. okay. ooooooookay. let’s do this

OH I’M SORRY, THERE’S MORE?!

Horikoshi my dude. you do realize that their mom dying in childbirth and the two of them just barely surviving and growing up as street orphans would have already been MORE than tragic enough, backstory-wise. you did not have to turn this into a freaking horror show with RATS TRYING TO EAT THEIR NEWBORN SELVES jesus christ

and THAT’S where you chose to put a one year timeskip?!

what the fuck am I reading here, you guys. no please tell me, I am actually desperate to understand

so the narrator is saying that some of the quirks manifested later in life, in “pubescent and pre-pubescent stages”, which is interesting because it’s the first time I can recall hearing about someone actually manifesting a quirk that late. maybe Deku’s old OFA cover story was more plausible than I realized

anyway so eventually it occurred to everyone that they should maybe freaking study this shit, idk. and eventually the researchers concluded that the superpowers came from a new gene that apparently isn’t human. and upon hearing that, society apparently lost its freaking mind. which is fascinating to me because it implies that the turning point wasn’t actually the superpowers themselves, but the realization of what it meant

like, so they were apparently fine with it when they thought it was a “mysterious disease”, but somehow it hit different when they learned it wasn’t actually a sickness at all, but instead the Next Step in Evolution. and it became an “us vs them” thing, as opposed to a “we have to cure these poor people” thing. damn

anyway so now Japan is a dystopia and we’re cutting to a big crowd of merc-looking dudes who are getting ready to attack some “meta freaks”, how lovely

but who is this figure in the shadows

I ask politely, as if it wasn’t already beyond obvious that this is AFO about to wreck some people’s shit

ohhhhh my god lmao

hopefully Katsuki and Deku can take the present day AFO out before he winds up looking like this. because this little fella is clearly demonic and idk if anyone can stop him

you all don’t understand. you need to run the fuck away right now

oh shit it’s already too late for them

it’s too late for any of us. it’s over. it’s all fucking over

((((；゜Д゜)))

AFO I am putting the manga down. I am backing away slowly with my hands in the air. I mean you no harm. please for the love of god have mercy

holy

“you see, we told you he wasn’t human” okay Scientific Research Group, you know what?? you win this round I guess

“HE WAS LITERALLY EVIL FROM BIRTH” HORIKOSHI SERIOUSLY ARE YOU OKAY??

HE WAS BORN AN ARROGANT BABY is literally the most terrifying sentence I have ever read

what the entire fuck

it’s a gorgeous sunny mid-November afternoon outside my window. but no matter how hard it tries, the light cannot reach this place

what kind of moron would throw a can of soda at him. officially the stupidest person we have ever seen in this manga

OH MY GOD OF COURSE IT’S HIM LMAO

(ETA: how come baby Yoichi has clothes that fit him perfectly but baby AFO is just stomping around wearing a tablecloth.)

BABY YOICHI. OH MY GOD. HOW THE HELL DID YOU GROW UP TO BE SANE AND KIND AND GOOD. THAT’S MY QUESTION THAT I NEED ANSWERED RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE LITERALLY A MIRACLE. YOU ARE AN IMPOSSIBILITY, DO YOU KNOW THAT

small and weak, but also so, so cute. all of the cuteness genes went straight to him. no wonder AFO was jealous

(ETA: just want to press pause for a second to speculate about what type of twins AFO and Yoichi are, since it has some relevance to the story, and especially to the OFA/AFO quirk lore. so! at first glance the two of them would appear to be fraternal twins, just based on the fact that they have very different appearances, and also the fact that Yoichi doesn’t have the AFO quirk – no holes in his hands, etc. identical twins are born from the same fertilized egg, so in theory they would both have the same sequence of DNA, which means Yoichi would have had the same quirk as AFO. but that doesn’t appear to be the case. so all of that points to them being fraternal, not identical.

on the other hand, there is one piece of evidence in this chapter that does support them being identical twins, and that’s the fact that per the narration, AFO absorbed most of the nutrients from their mother. a few minutes of google fu informed me that this condition is relatively rare, and only happens in cases where two twins share a placenta, which typically is only the case for identical twins. HOWEVER, for what it’s worth, there have also been rare instances where two fraternal twin placentas fuse together and become a single placenta. AND this apparently also increases the chances of one of the twins gaining more of the nutrients and causing the other twin to have a lower birth weight.

so based on the evidence here, my conclusion is that the two of them are most likely fraternal twins with a case of placental fusion. besides, you can’t tell me that stealing his baby brother’s placenta while the two of them are literally still in the womb doesn’t sound like exactly the type of BS that fetus!AFO would pull, lol.)

HEY!?!

okay?!?!?! well to be fair he did throw that soda at him

oh my god this is so fucked up. in like the best and worst way possible

I genuinely couldn’t ask for a better AFO backstory. it’s so incredibly twisted, and you actually do feel sorry for him. or at least I do. but it’s also beyond clear that this kid was FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL REASON right from the get go. zero goodness in him. literally doesn’t see other people as people. sees them as possessions only. things to rule over. not other thinking, feeling human beings. and that includes his own little brother

but. even if it’s not actually what I would call love, there’s still... attachment, there. it’s the closest he can get to actually caring about someone. guh. just, somehow they have both managed to humanize him, and at the same time made him less human than ever. this manga, man. this fucking manga, though

lmao and here we go. Captain Hero

you know, all those times that I made fun of AFO for not knowing how to read, I never suspected that the twist in his backstory would be that he LITERALLY DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO READ dfksjdlfkjslkdf

but seriously though. because Yoichi appears to be self-taught, and I can’t see AFO having the patience for that, and CLEARLY no one else was around to teach him, sooooo...

oh my goodness it’s actually getting wholesome up in here

what a good fucking boy. poor AFO. fuck me, I can’t help it. it’s not your fault you’re the world’s greatest monster you poor bastard

now we’re cutting to THREE YEARS LATER. okay

is he going to declare war on the glowing baby

typical teenager concerned about nothing but likes and view counts. AFO you would be so much happier if you stopped worrying about all of that and just focused on your own growth

oh, lol. well that was quick

(ETA: r.i.p. Damien.)

“this guy had more instagram followers than me. so I killed him” honey. sweetie pie. you need therapy

omfg

all this time I was wondering who AFO’s middle school lit teacher was who had failed so spectacularly at teaching him reading comprehension. and it was YOICHI ALL ALONG. omg

“and, presumably, that’s how it always was and always will be.” dude. can you imagine listening to AFO’s oral book report on A Tale of Two Cities. “ahem. it was the Best of Times. the end” buddy noooooooo

it was at that moment when Yoichi knew, etc. etc.

oh my GOD I scrolled down to the next panel right after this one and I just IMMEDIATELY DIED LAUGHING

“WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID” ffffffffffffffff I fucking can’t omfg

NOW THIS HUSSY IS STEALING HIS BROTHER AWAY FROM HIM NOOOOOOO

HE’S HIS!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! THAT’S NOT ALLOWED!!!

oh my god the hands. so wait, is this just the standard symbolic BnHA handholding, or are there More Levels To This. when exactly did Yoichi pass OFA on to Kudou. like is that why the sudden close-up and all that? omg

WHAT!!!!

OH THAT’S THE END, HUH? THAT’S THE END RIGHT THERE, AND THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS. I SEE. OKAY THEN. EXCUSE ME WHILE I PUT MY LAPTOP DOWN AND GO INTO THE NEXT ROOM AND SCREAM INTO A PILLOW

oh my god. and break next week too. this is what you guys have been dealing with this entire time huh. I understand your feelings now. godfuckingdammit lmao

#bnha 407 #all for one #shigaraki yoichi #ofa the first #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[hellfireghoul]

I’ve always hated that nickname

rookie!Leon x f!Reader

Summary: Y/N is having a tragic time with her dating life at the moment, and isn’t afraid to share the fact with the whole office. They are blissfully unaware of a certain rookie that’s completely infatuated with them.

Word count: 2.8k

Part 1 of 2

Part 2 here

Notes: Had to split this into two parts because it’s turning out to be nearly 8k words 😭had to write for some baby Leon. Also, no idea why Chris is in charge in this but I started writing it that way and it sort of fit…? So…? Idk what he’s doing. Anyways, enjoy.

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“Hey, Rookie. You got any cute friends you could set me up with?”

Leon was jolted out of his tranced state, staring blankly at some files he’d meant to have finished sorting 20 minutes ago until the room came quickly into focus and then, you.

You were standing in front of him, whilst he sat at his desk; that beaming smile on your face, the one that made his stomach do flips and his palms go sweaty. Your glossy hair sat perfectly on your shoulders, and you had some more files tucked under your arm for him, your weight resting only on one foot accentuating your figure.

Leon cleared his throat quickly, already feeling his cheeks turning bright red as he tried his best to make eye contact with you.

“Sorry?” He questioned, mildly oblivious but also hoping he hadn’t heard what he thought he heard. Leon had been blissfully unaware of the conversation you and your colleague had just been having about your tragic dating life.

You rolled your eyes playfully at Leon.

“Friends Leon, you got any?”

“Er- some yeah. Why?” Leon stuttered.

“Are they cute? Dating material?” You pressed, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from how you were fiddling with the top button of your blouse absentmindedly. Leon opened his mouth and closed it again, the words getting caught in his throat.

“Y/N, leave the new guy be. Poor guy is up to his eyeballs in paperwork.” Chris Redfield rounded the corner of the office, a pile of papers in his own hand and he eyed you playfully as he tossed the pile on his desk.

“It’s what he signed up for isn’t it?” You quipped back, the smile never leaving your face as you dumped the pile of paper on Leon’s desk.

“Sorry, Rookie. Boss’s orders.” You said quietly, before walking back to your own desk and resuming your earlier conversation in more hushed tones.

Leon’s ears pricked up this time, his mind far from interested in the mountain of paperwork in front of him.

“They’re just assholes, you know? Like, I get dressed up, wear a cute dress, do my makeup and he shows up in his work clothes. Barely spoke to me half the night.” You murmured to a brunette woman with cropped hair, Jill Valentine.

“What? Fuck that. Y/N, you should’ve pretended to go to the bathroom and left.” She whispered back, they were keeping their voices down this time due to Chris’s presence. Leon cursed at himself for not paying attention before.

“You’re right, I definitely should’ve. I’m just too nice. I just want a nice, decent guy, is that too much to ask for these days?” You sighed, and Leon saw how you slumped down in your chair and looked genuinely defeated. A fire stirred up in his stomach as he processed what he’d just heard. Imagine, someone treating you like that on a date. The thought filled him with an unrequited rage. What he wouldn’t give to take you out, wine and dine you and treat you like he worshiped the ground you walked on. I mean, to be fair, he did.

Leon had been infatuated with you since his first day working at the station. He’d been introduced to everyone in the office but hadn’t listened to anyone’s names, except yours. His eyes were on you as soon as he’d set foot through the door, he just couldn’t help it. He thought you were the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on. The first time you spoke to Leon after you were introduced formally, he damn near had a heart attack. You’d both been in the kitchen on your break and Leon was none the wiser of your presence. He’d ended up bumping into you, spilling coffee all down his shirt and yours. The embarrassment had been too much for him to bare, and as much as he’d tried to play it cool, he felt as if he ended up a babbling mess of apologies instead. Plus to make things worse, he could not take his eyes off the way your coffee stained blouse clung to your chest, and this made him feel all the more guilty. To you, this had just been an innocent mistake, and you didn’t think any more of it. You’d stressed to him to not worry about it and that these things happen, plus it brought the perfect opportunity to gently tease the new cute guy. Leon however had been positively mortified. He avoided you for the next few days after that, but he couldn’t stay away for long.

You needed something copying? Leon was on it. You needed a report writing up? Leon had it on your desk. You were hungry and didn’t feel like going across the street for food? Leon was bringing it to your desk. This man waited on you hand and foot and you were completely oblivious to how he felt. Under most circumstances, Leon would’ve gotten teased relentlessly for his doting nature when it came to you. However, he cleverly masked his behavior by doing the odd favour for others around the office too. So, no one not paying really close attention batted an eyelid when he brought coffee to your desk, or handed you a 12 page report you should've filed 2 days ago. Some did pick up on it of course, Chris being one of them. He never missed a trick. He’d warned Leon about getting involved with work colleagues (rich coming from the man that goggled at Jill like he was getting paid to), and Leon took this on board whilst denying all knowledge of what Chris was implying. Leon wasn’t sure if Chris was serious about his warning, or he was just trying to pull rank seeing as how the elusive Captain Wesker Leon had yet to meet, had put him in “charge”. Leon wasn’t about to jeopardise his new career. But then again, it was you. And he couldn’t get you off his mind.

Leon went to bed that night mulling over the conversation he’d overheard between you and Jill. If only he could work up the guts to ask you out. He fought with himself for a while, wanting to be bold and just do it but also afraid of rejection and the potential complication of Chris being disapproving. It was safe to say he didn’t sleep much that evening.

-

“Oops! Sorry!” You gasped as you bumped into Leon yet again, this time it was by the copier. The force of you falling into him caused him to stumble backwards ever so slightly and the papers he was holding slipped to the floor.

“Oh! God I’m sorry!” You say as you whip around to see who you’d knocked. You immediately knelt down, helping him pick up his papers much to his protest.

“Y/N, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Leon brushed you off with the polite smile he usually sported when around you.

“Nonsense, you helped me clean up after you split that coffee all over me, remember?” You winked, and you saw his face flush a tinge of pink at your comment.

“I’m just messing with you Rookie. We’re even now though, right?” You asked, as you steadied yourself to your feet and handed him the last flyaway document.

“Sure. Even.” Leon nodded and smiled gently, you got the impression he wanted to say more to you, almost as if he was inhaling to speak but never quite exhaling. There was pause, and you awaited him to open his mouth to speak until-

“Hey! Y/N, can I borrow you for a sec? I just need you to check this for me.” Another colleague pulled you away to their desk, and you gave Leon a small smile as you departed. It was a smile he’d think about for the rest of the day.

-

The rest of the week went by as normal, as uneventful as most weeks had been. In terms of work, Leon was slowly spending less time behind his desk. A pro and a con in his book. More time away from the desk meant his days were usually more interesting, being on patrol and on the streets was the type of experience he needed in this line of work. However, less time behind his desk meant less time seeing you.

He was lucky though, seeing as you were barely at your desk the rest of the week either, instead being deployed out on an assignment regarding a domestic terror incident in the city.

So, when the following Monday rolled around and Leon was back to his usual desk duties, he was minutely (majorly) disappointed to find that you weren’t there. All morning his eyes subconsciously darted over to your desk, or towards the door in hopes you’d just magically materialise in front of him. No such luck. It was strange, but Leon tried not to dwell on it. You might just have the day off, although it was very rare for paid leave to be approved without advance notice. Leon considered this, and it just made the wonder prickle for longer in his mind.

Mid afternoon rolled around and still, no sign of you, and Leon couldn’t ignore the lingering feeling in his pit like stomach any longer. He hoisted himself away from his desk, happy for the excuse to stretch his legs and headed over to where you normally sat, glancing over your empty chair before he approached Jill, who usually sat next to you.

“Hey,” Leon cleared his throat nervously, suddenly very aware that he had no actual reason to be coming over to your desk. He could feel Chris eyeing him carefully from across the office and his throat suddenly felt dry.

“What’s up, Leon?” The brunette woman asked, her voice warm but not looking away from her computer screen as she worked away.

“I have erm- a report that Y/N wanted ready. Do you know where she is?” Leon stammered, thinking of something on the spot and screaming internally for not coming up with a better excuse before moving from his own desk.

“Oh? What report? Do you want me to take a look at it?”

“No! No, I mean, that’s okay. Thanks. I’ll just give it to her when she comes back, do you know when that will be?” Leon managed to speak.

“Sorry. She’s called in sick today. If you want you can leave it with me and I can take a look-”

“No, no. Honestly it’s fine. Thanks, Jill.” Leon said quickly, retreating back to his desk before being asked to produce a report that didn’t exist.

Off sick? You were never off sick. You had the best attendance out of the whole S.T.A.R.S team.

The rest of the afternoon dragged dramatically, as Leon tried desperately to focus on actual work, a task he was finding exponentially impossible as he kept glancing over to your vacant desk out of pure habit.

-

Leon panted as he landed one final blow into the punching bag, allowing his muscles to relax as he ran a hand through his damp hair. He blew out a sharp breath, straightening himself as he went to grab a towel to mop up the sweat that had collected on his brow.

“You done in here, Rookie?”

The familiar voice made him spin around, to find you standing there in the doorway of the training area. A face he hadn’t seen in almost two weeks now.

“Y/N, hey, how’re you doing? I heard you were sick.” Leon asked, simultaneously overjoyed at the sight of you but also reeling from adrenaline. He scanned over your features for a moment, and he couldn’t help but notice how your beautiful face looked worn. Your once bright skin now looked dull and pale, the purple circles under your eyes indicating your complete exhaustion. Leon’s brow knitted together in a look of concern.

“I’m good thanks Leon. Just a rough couple a’days is all. Back to it now though.” You murmured, energy lacking from your voice in a way that just didn’t suit you. Leon’s gaze followed you for a moment, as you passed him heading for the punching bag yourself before bending forward and throwing your hair up into a loose ponytail. Your eyes glanced over him as you were tying your hair back. Leon would hate to admit it, but your stare made him nervous.

“Have you got anywhere to be right now, Leon?” You asked, slumping your arms down to your side before resting them on your hips. Leon’s heart leapt a little at hearing his name uttered from your lips. You rarely used his name, calling him ‘Rookie’ out of habit.

“Oh, um-no why?” Leon replied.

“Would you mind helping me train for a few? I could really use someone to practise sparring with if you’re up to it.”

“Oh, yeah of course I can help with that.” Leon said, eagerly. His eyes lighting up at the opportunity to spend more time with you.

“Great, thanks.” You smiled but it didn’t quite reach your eyes, this didn’t go unnoticed. Leon didn’t want to pry. It was obvious something had happened or maybe you were just simply feeling unwell, whatever it was he was determined to make you laugh at least once whilst he had you in his company.

“You want me to get the boxing pads? Or straight to sparring?” Leon asked.

“Let’s go for the pads first, good call.” You agreed, as Leon grabbed a pair of boxing mitts and put them on.

He held his hands up in a defensive stance whilst you readied yourself to start. You steadied your feet and threw a hard punch across to your left, hitting Leon’s mitted hand hard. He faltered.

“Plant your feet.” You instructed and Leon huffed.

“You didn’t give me a chance to get ready.” He muttered, a smile faltering on the edge of his lips and he adjusted his frame.

“Always gotta be on your A game.” You threw him a right hook, and this time he didn’t move an inch. It was almost like you’d punched hard into a solid wall and it almost caused you to stumble backwards instead. You couldn't help your eyebrows raise in surprise.

The smile that threatened his lips got the better of him this time, his face morphing into a full blown grin as he took in your surprise.

“You have been training, huh?” You commented, your eyes still slightly wide.

“Not much else to do than train at the moment, other than a shit ton of paperwork.” Leon shrugged, and suddenly you were very aware of how his navy shirt clung to his muscles and form. You were staring, and you could feel yourself blushing as you pulled your eyes away.

“Yeah, I mean, that’s a good thing.” You managed to reply absentmindedly.

“Y/N? You okay?” Leon asked.

“Yeah- yeah. Sorry. Let’s keep going.”

“You sure you’re up to this? You’ve been off sick, you can give yourself a break.”

“Yes, Leon. Come on.” You cleared your throat and tried to recollect yourself, aware that your complexion was now flaming.

“You look like you’re burning up.” Leon protested once again, and was starting towards you and going to pull a mitt off but you backed up.

“Don’t make me pull rank on you Rookie.” You said, firmly but your tone wasn’t thoroughly serious.

Leon huffed and nodded, backing away and returning to his former stance without further comment. You didn’t say anything more, just began throwing punches into the mitts and trying to keep up with Leon darting his hands around acting as a moving target.

“Not making life easy for me are you?” You panted, reaching up to hit his right hand in one solid hit.

“Gotta keep you on your toes, boss.”

Leon smirked, and you matched his smile, hitting him once again and he was overjoyed that you were smiling again. Genuinely smiling. It made his chest swell. Leon was solid as you were throwing punches his way, unable to move him despite your valiant attempts. It did mean you were able to train properly, it was refreshing.

The two of you trained for a good half hour, deciding not to spar after you were completely shattered.

“Thanks for that, Rookie.” You panted as you rested your palms on your knees, attempting to recover your breath.

“Anytime, boss.” Leon gave you a quick salute which made you chuckle and shake your head.

“I’m definitely not your boss.” You protested, even though technically you were higher rank than him, in your book that didn’t class you as his ‘boss’.

“Whatever you say, boss.” Leon quipped back, pulling the boxing mitts off and smiling. You rolled your eyes, not pressing the matter further as you were exhausted.

“So, you feeling any better?” Leon asked after a moment of silence, as he packed away the kit he’d been using previously.

“Yeah, yeah I am. Thanks.” You nodded nonchalantly, running a hand through your hair that you just let out of a ponytail. You weren’t willing to divulge any further information as to why you were off sick, and Leon seemed to notice this, and decided not to press. You were grateful, knowing he respected your privacy because he actually cared about your boundaries.

You blew out a long breath before thanking Leon again and heading to the showers. Leon watched you leave the gym longingly, the image of you shaking your hair out of your ponytail fresh in his mind. He wondered what was bothering you, and if it was something he could help with.

#resident evil #Leon s Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy #Leon s Kennedy #fan fic #re2 #resident evil 2 #jill valentine #Chris Redfield

[dark-frosted-heart]

The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (Part 1)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Case. 1: How to calm Clavis down when he thinks up a bad idea

Clavis: By the way, Emma. I have a great idea.

During our usual early morning breakfast, Clavis made an exciting announcement.

As I was about to bring some brightly colored food to my mouth when I paused in a panic because in Lelouchian, “great” actually meant “bad”.

Emma: By the way, Clavis, it’s a nice day isn’t it? A great day for a picnic, don’t you think?

Clavis: Haha, it’ll definitely be easier to spend time with the thick clouds and lack of sunlight. 

Emma: I know right! I’ll make lunch boxes and we can have it together.

Clavis: Good, good. Let’s eat somewhere in public.

Emma: Where?

Clavis: The office.

Emma: I refuse.

Clavis: But why not? What’s the point of having a lunch box made by your beloved if you can’t show it off? 

Emma: Because I’m making it only for you, so I don’t want anyone else to see it…

Emma: Rather, I want to say the reason I want to hide it is because it’s a strange lunch box made to Clavis’ taste…

Clavis: Haha, what’s there to be ashamed of? Your lunch boxes are the best in the world, I can vouch for it. After all, your cooking’s filled with nothing but love. I’m sure everyone will be envious of me. We must make a big deal about it, not only to Chevalier, but also to Nokto, Luke, the bureaucrats, nobles, and servants as well.

Emma: We really shouldn’t?!

Clavis: Anyway, Emma, back to the matter at hand—

(This isn’t good…I couldn’t force a change in topic!)

(In these kinds of situations, if I don’t make a immediately take action, the conversation will continue the way it is)

I set down my cutlery and kissed Clavis on the cheek as he continued his delightful chatter.

It was an act of desperation that suppressed my embarrassment.

Alluring golden eyes widened and I broke into a smile.

Clavis is weak to these kinds of surprise attacks.

Emma: We’re not done talking about the picnic yet.

Clavis: You’re right, please excuse me.

Clavis’ lips relaxed and he hugged my waist before kissing me on the cheek.

His repeated pecks were ticklish.

Emma:  W-what are you in the mood for today, Clavis?

Clavis: That’s a tough question, Emma…

Emma: Eh…

Clavis: There’s no way I could compare the things you cook.

Emma: Meaning, anything’s fine.

Clavis: Anything’s fine. Your home cooking has its own category. The fact that it’s a lunch box made by a loved one makes it priceless. 

(It’s typical of Clavis to be able to say such a thing so easily)

Clavis: Hmm…

Emma: What’s wrong?

Clavis: It’s nothing. I just thought that my lovely fiancee’s smile was really bright today.  

(This mood…)

I closed my eyes as his golden ones approached, and he placed a light kiss on my lips.

He lovingly caressed my cheeks and the mood contrasted with the colorful dishes spread out on the table.

I kissed back and opened my eyes, dizzy from Clavis’ charm.

(We’ve kissed so many times by now, but my heart still makes a fuss)

(But I’m getting off topic—)

Clavis: So, Emma. After the picnic, let’s do something nice.

(Ah…this is bad)

There’s two patterns to Clavis’ schemes, misdirection or never giving up on something.

Looks like today’s the latter. In that case, I have no choice but to concede.

(But I’m not as scared as I used to be. I don’t know what he’s scheming—)

Clavis: Several jewelry dealers are scheduled to have dinner with us today. We’re having a small party, but what do you think will happen when we show off our love?

Emma: I think you can get the message across without having to show off.

Clavis: Yes, they’ll definitely pay us tribute. At any rate, the purpose of the company’s for me to arrange export destinations. I wonder how much jewelry will be collected to gain my favor. I’ll arrange a deal with the one whose jewelry best suits your taste as an honor to the winner. Well, Emma, we’re going to have a busy day. I’ll need to work on a lovey-dovey plan.

Emma: Clavis, you just want to do the lovey-dovey plan don’t you?!

Clavis: Hahaha!

(Sounds like today’s “good thing” will be a lot of work…Oh well)

(Clavis just wanted to amuse me)

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jp #ikepri translation #ikepri summary #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis

[after-witch]

And the Danger Danger Drawing Near Them [Yandere Tomura Shigaraki x Reader]

Title: And the Danger Danger Drawing Near Them [Yandere Tomura Shigaraki x Reader]

Synopsis:  This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening, because this only happens to other people. Not to you.

For Horrorfest request: Shigaraki Tomura + Because you were home.”

Word Count: 1121

notes: yandere themes, kidnapping, wanton destruction of doors

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening, because this only happens to other people. Not to you. It only happens to those unfortunates who show up on the news, people with unassuming smiling faces in older photographs, which look nothing like the shocked and dusty and bloody witnesses and victims interviewed in the aftermath on the news.

No, things like this can only happen to those people, not you, not you, not you--

“I don’t see her. Did she jump out a window?” A low voice, bored, annoyed.

But it is happening. It is happening because you are pressed up against the back of your closet, in the dark, listening to a group of villains rummage through your home. You thought at first that they were trying to rob you, but then… then you heard someone call your name. So you hid. And now you’re here, listening, shaking, hearing them look for you.

And surely, it’s only a matter of time before they get to the bedroom.

To the closet.

To you.

Never before have you loathed the fact that your house is isolated.  You used to love it, because it meant you had lots of privacy and no one bothered you, way out of the way as you were. But now? It means no one will hear you if you scream. It means no neighbor is around to see the broken door and call for help.

It means you’re screwed.

“Dunno. You said she was home, right Tomura?.” A giggle. It’s a girl talking. She sounds so young. “Maybe she’s playing hide and seek!”

The way these voices talk so casually, even friendly, as they stalk throughout your home is terrifying and confusing all at once. They’re talking like they’re looking for something at the grocery store, not breaking and entering and… you don’t even want to know what they are planning to do with you.

What would they want with you, anyway? You’re nobody.Your quirk is so mundane that your parents didn’t even try to puff you up with ideals of becoming a Hero or anything adjacent to that line of work. You’re not famous or rich or important. You’re just--

“She’s probably hiding in the bedroom.” A pause. Then, “Stay here. I’ll go get her myself. Be ready to leave.”

It’s this voice that scares you the most. Not only because the words--at those, your fingers grip the fabric of your pajamas so tight, it feels like you might break them--but because… you’ve heard it before. Just once. Earlier today. 

You had hopped out of the shower, not bothering to dress, not even bothering to close your bedroom curtains--because it’s not like anyone was around to see, right? You were idly drying your hair with a towel, watching the news, something about another villain attack in the city nearby. The villains weren’t apprehended, and were still at large. It made you a little nervous, sure, but you trusted in the Heroes to track them down soon enough.

And then, just loud enough for you to pick it up as an actual voice and not some jumbled mistake of your tired mind, you heard someone speak.

“You’re pretty.”

It was low and husky and immediately sent chills up your spin.  You had turned around, heart thumping, but there was no one there. You even went over to the window, expecting to catch a peeping Tom but… no one. Perhaps the leaves were rustling a bit more outside? But it must have been your imagine.

There was no one there…

Except there was.

And you can hear him coming up the stairs.

Your eyes dart around the darkness of your closet. Looking for something. Anything. A weapon, maybe? You wish, quickly, briefly, awfully, that you had taken up your dad’s offer to buy you a baseball bat--”just in case.”

With shaking hands, you rip a dress from the bar behind you and pull the hanger out. The fabric swishes against your leg as it drops, leaving you with nothing but a velvet hanger and the metal hook, which you grasp with both hands and hold out in front of you protectively.

As if it might actually hurt him--and help you.

The sounds of his steps on the staircase seem punctuated and slow. Is he toying with you? You can hear dim conversation from the others downstairs, but nothing comes clear. It’s as if your mind is slowly being dragged underwater from the fear. Everything it muddled, low, dragging. Except your heart rate, and your body, which thrums and shakes.

Your bedroom door creaks open.

“I know you’re in here.”

You swallow down bile.

There’s a horrible scratching sound, nails dragging along your wall, and you can’t help but jerk at the sudden noise.

“Come out. I don’t want to stay here that long.” 

It’s short and simple and a command. You have no intention of obeying. Your hands grip the hanger tighter, and you’re dimly aware of how sweaty you are; all you can think is, if you attack first, as soon as he opens the door, maybe you have a shot. Maybe you can get out of this. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

The footsteps on your padded carpet stop in front of the closet door.

Silent tears stream down your cheeks. You wish this wasn’t happening. You wish you lived somewhere else. You wish--

The closet door doesn’t open. Instead, it disintegrates, crumbling into dust. Some if it catches in your eye and your tears come harder as you blink, confused and horrified all in one terrible stomach-churning mixture.

The man standing in front of what used to be your closet door looks familiar.  Because, like his voice, you’d seen him earlier that day. On the television, in the report about the latest attack.

But now instead of a somewhat blurry shot of him running away with a group of other villains, he’s here, in front of you. High-definition, surrounded by the swirling dust of the door.

He smiles, all chapped lips, scabs. You don’t know why a villain who just attacked a few city blocks would ever be smiling at you, and finding out seems like the worse outcome in the world.

“Let’s go. “ There’s no teasing in his voice, only practicality and the assumption that you’ll listen. As if you already know that you should do what he says, when he says it. Something about you bristles, but you can’t focus on that, with all the fear choking you down.

He glances down at your hands, which are still shaking and grasping the hanger as if it’s a lifeline. 

“Unless you really want to try to stab me with that?”

You don’t move as he reaches out and grips the metal end of the hanger. Your fingers are still tight even as it disintegrates in your hands. You stare down dumbly as the pile of ashes, which landed on your feet, piling on the crumpled fabric of your dress on the floor.

Slowly, you look back up at the man, who is staring at you with some terrible expectations that you don’t want to meet. 

You wish you weren’t home.

#yandere shigaraki #yandere bnha #yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere #aw horrorfest #afterwitch writes

[scramblecat]

okay scramble’s gonna get a lil unhinged with this one. But I already wrote it out for a server and all I gotta do is copy and paste SO:

About the Narrator and his Fears

[Putting it under a cut because it is. REALLY long as in like 700+ words long]

The Narrator is usually really good at keeping his composure when it comes to negative emotions, I feel like. He expresses happiness and excitement often enough, but the only times he cries (as in, voice audibly breaking) are the Zending and the Real Person ending.

So he’s shown to be distraught before. But panic? Full-on panic? There’s also only two instances where this happens, and that’s in the Skip Button Ending, and interestingly, the second time you go to the expo.

Now, the skip button ending is completely understandable. He’s being faced with the idea of being completely and utterly isolated for the foreseeable future, over and over and over again, getting longer and longer each time. Anyone would be afraid if they were in that position. At its surface, it’s a completely rational fear from the get-go.

But the expo? It’s… odd. He goes into the achievement room prepared to pop off with his whole ‘it doesn’t work YET’ thing, and then it does.

In the expo, it’s different. It’s not a high stakes situation, not by any means. But when the achievement machine works against all of the Narrator’s expectations, he panics. But not just in like an ‘ah uhm this is definitely what I meant to happen aha!’ way.

It takes him a moment to realize, but he verbalizes his train of thought, so we know exactly when he does.

The machine didn’t work before —> the Narrator didn’t do anything to it to fix it (implying that he didn’t have any sort of solution for it yet) —> it’s fixed anyways and he doesn’t know how —> someone else might have that knowledge —> there’s someone else here.

And that is the moment where he starts to panic. He sounds almost faint when he talks next, and he has to verbally tell himself to keep his composure— something we’ve never, ever heard him do before.

His breathing gets audibly strangled as he tries to finish his whole pitch, telling Stanley that everything is working as intended to cover up the anxiety he’s feeling. But he stumbles through it, and he finishes it with telling himself to breathe, to regulate the panic.

He straight up has like. A whole anxiety attack in front of us. It’s so UNLIKE him to be that afraid, and that REALLY makes it a moment that stands out.

There IS something that links the Skip Button and the Achievement Machine together— and that is CONTROL. Or, rather, lack thereof.

In the Skip Button Ending, yes, he’s scared of being alone. He makes many discoveries about his thought processes and how he works in that solitude, and realizes that talking isn’t his main purpose— it’s telling a story. Telling a story TO someone. He doesn’t feel like he has a purpose otherwise. And that’s the big root of the isolation part.

But otherwise? He spends the first few skips desperately looking for a way out. He panics when he can’t touch the room around him, when he realizes he’s trapped, and that he can’t do anything about it. He’s lost his control.

And it’s the same thing with the achievement machine. He THINKS he has complete control over the Parable and its contents. He really does. And then, something— or someone— fixes the machine for him. And all at once, his perception of what he can control comes absolutely crashing down on him. In that moment, he’s having a LOT of huge realizations:

He doesn’t have the control he thinks he does

He doesn’t know how much control he actually HAS, and it could be NONE

He and Stanley are not alone in the Parable, and are being watched

Whatever being is watching them has more power than he does, and could very well strip all of his control away from him

These realizations— that last one especially— are fucking terrifying to him!

The Narrator is obsessive about maintaining control over the events that transpire in HIS PARABLE, and the only times he shows negative emotions are when he cannot control a situation. It most often presents itself in annoyance at the very least, or a complete breakdown at its worst. And it’s all because he needs that control. He’s fearful of the idea that he can’t control a situation, because it makes him feel helpless and weak. He’s USED to having control, and when it’s taken away from him, he has no idea what to do.

He’s desperately trying to keep up this facade of ‘this is all fine and working as intended’ in front of Stanley after Stanley gets the achievement, even though it’s clear that he’s barely holding it together. His entire perception of his own control has collapsed in on itself, and has given in to one of his worst fears. And he’s really, really shaken up by it.

The Narrator’s greatest fear has been shown to be a lack of control. It’s quickly followed by the fear of isolation, obviously, but the fear of helplessness/weakness is present all through the games.

And THAT, folks, is why the Narrator freaks out in one (1) ending that nobody ever talks about!

#tsp #TSPUD #skip button #long post #scrambleposting #scramble’s rambles #shoutout to the folks who have already seen and reacted to this already!! you know who you are #thanks for indulging me >:] #I have COMPLETELY normal feelings about the Narrator I stg #he is FASCINATING as a character and I’ve said that over and over and over but it’s TRUE #also this is def not like. downplaying his fear of isolation I hope #because that is a VERY REAL fear he holds and he even expresses it verbally #but the possibility of not having control in a situation causes him blatant distress #and it’s one of those fears that he hasn’t exactly realized he has/one he doesn’t want to share

[azulcrescent]

Hello! I absolutely love your webcomic, “I want to be a cute anime girl”. To be honest, I first read it when I realized I might trans and I think it helped a lot with understanding things.

The trouble is, I haven’t told anyone irl yet though, including friends, because I’m afraid of how they might react, and if they might tell others what I told them in secret. (It’s kind of hard to tell who and who isn’t okay with trans folks where I live.) If it’s alright to ask, do you have any advice on broaching the subject/testing the waters? I’ve thought of straight up asking “what do you think about trans people,” but I feel like that might be too obvious.

Anyways, that’s all! You don’t need to answer my question if you don’t feel like it, I’ll understand completely. I just wanted to tell you how much your comic has meant to me (and my journey, so to speak) :)

Halo! I'm glad the comic could help you learn more about yourself! As for how you should approach the subject, gently approaching the subject of LGBT people can be a good indicator of how receptive some might be. I find that if they're receptive or generally supportive of the community, its easier to get them on board. HOWEVER, you coming out, (if you wish to do that in the future), can still be a bit turbulent, even if they are supportive towards LGBT people, because it can be quite a sudden change. I would recommend explaining things to them slowly (if you don't know how, perhaps my YT video can help), and try not to perceive their questions as attacks, as it can be quite painful, but will help you in the long run to not close up from their questions.

Good luck with your journey! And thanks for sending me this msg about the comic ahaha ^^

[mlmdarkfiction]

Hi, number one fan here😩. Can I please request an absolutely fucked up Billy Loomis fic for my birthday. Go crazy with it and surprise me with the contents

Here you go! I hope you like it! I originally planned to have a mini ghost face attack happen but I couldn't make it work in a way I liked and I felt bad that I kept you waiting so long! I do think billy would mansplain manipulate his way into getting what he wanted.

“What do you mean I can’t come over?” 

You hold in the urge to roll your eyes, not that Billy would be able to see it through the phone anyway. 

“I meant exactly what I said. There’s a killer on the loose, and a curfew. My party’s canceled.” The bitterness in your tone is clear, it’s not like you wanted to cancel your Birthday Party, but you’ve seen horror movies. 

Having a party when there’s a killer on the loose like this is just asking to become a victim, especially since it’s your birthday. 

You can practically see the movie they’d make about it, Birthday Massacre.

“Well how about I come over, bring popcorn, and a movie. I can rent the exorcist-” 

“Nope. No way.” You’re quick to cut off your boyfriend. “I don’t plan on dying tonight, sorry.” 

You hear the way he huffs indignantly on the other side of the phone, and it only makes you feel a little guilty. 

“Anyone can be a killer and anyone can be a victim.”

There’s a pause. 

“You really think I’m the killer?” 

“Well no,” You answer honestly, “But that doesn’t mean one of us couldn’t be a target, especially if we’re together.” 

Billy sighs on the other end of the line, and you know you’ve won. 

“Alright, fine.”

“Fine,” You repeat back, unbothered by his newfound attitude. “I love you.”

He doesn’t say it back, just hanging up the phone and you have to pout. 

“What a bitch.” You sigh. 

Banter aside, you hope Billy isn’t actually angry at you, that would be shitty, after all it is your birthday. 

Your birthday that you’re spending alone because the police have called a curfew and there’s a killer on the loose. 

Cake. You might as well eat your cake if you’re going to be alone, make some popcorn, and watch a scary movie like Billy had wanted. 

It’s about twenty minutes into a movie with cake and popcorn when your phone rings. 

You pause the movie as you answer, assuming it’s Billy calling to apologize, “Hello?” 

“Hello ____.” 

You blink. The voice on the other end isn’t anyone you recognize. 

“Who is this?” 

“That’s the question isn’t it.” Once again you hold the urge to roll your eyes. 

“This isn’t funny.” 

“All alone on your birthday. Isn’t that sad?”

“Shut up.” It’s not a witty response, but it’s all you’ve got. 

A loud sudden bang has you jumping, barely keeping in a scream. 

Something slammed against your front door. 

You don’t have to wonder what it was as very quickly the voice on the other end confirms, “Did I scare you?”

“Billy, is this you? It’s not fucking funny.”

“Billy? Who’s Billy? That your boyfriend?” 

You feel a chill run down your spine. This whole thing is too creepy now. You hang up the phone quickly and dial Billy.

Sure you told him not to come, but now you don’t want to be alone. 

It rings only twice, before Billy picks up. 

“Hey-” You don’t let him get the words out. 

“I changed my mind. Can you come over?”

He makes a noise of confusion on the other line, before “Yeah of course.” You can practically hear the smile in his voice. 

“I’ll be right over.”

#Billy Loomis x Reader #Ghost Face x Reader #Ghostface x Reader #Billy x Reader #Note to self to tag this better and post it on AO3 when Im not so damn tired

[mha-grievances]

Sorry for not being on in, like, forever. Life’s just gotten in the way.

Anyways, that’s not what I wanted to talk about today. What I really wanted to focus on is something I’ve been thinking a lot on lately, and that’s the idea of asshole characters.

Obviously asshole characters come in all shapes and sizes. Each have their own motivations for being an asshole and/or unfriendly individual. Katsuki, Shota, and Hitoshi are asshole characters themselves, but why is it that I dislike them so much?

At first I thought I didn’t like asshole characters in general. However, I then remembered that there are several characters people would classify as assholes/unfriendly individuals that are characters I adore. Lysithea from Fire Emblem 2 Houses and Natsuki from Doki Doki Literature Club are characters who are rough around the edges and aren’t nice to people immediately. The reasons behind their behavior aren’t too far off from why Shota and Hitoshi act the way they do, that being trauma, so why am I able to look past their behavior and not that of Shota and Hitoshi? With Katsuki, it’s obvious, but the other two had me scratching my head for a bit.

The answer, outside of the fact that Lysithea and Natsuki are multi-layered characters written far better than Shota and Hitoshi, is that the girls are REACTIVE assholes while Hitoshi and Shota are ACTIVE assholes.

What do I mean by that? Well both Lysithea and Natsuki for the most part keep to themselves. Something that someone does ends up causing them to snap. For Lysithea, it’s when she feels that her time is being wasted after someone approaches her about something irrelevant. For Natsuki, it’s a defensive mechanism triggered by a perceived attack on her character. Now, is that an excuse for their behavior? No. There are better ways to defend yourself and to get people to stop talking to you, but it’s at least understandable that they’d snap due to their traumas.

Katsuki, Hitoshi, and Shota aren’t like that. When they’re an asshole, it isn’t because they’re provoked into being one by someone else’s actions, but because they’re the ones doing the provoking. Katsuki’s rude and aggressive to everyone around him, choosing to make the life of another boy absolutely miserable without any provocation. Hitoshi decides to mock 1-A and issue his “challenge” not because anyone approached him, but because he himself is looking for trouble. Yeah, Katsuki gave off a shitty first impression, but Hitoshi already was planning on challenging 1-A from the beginning. Shota’s the one who controls his teaching style and is a position of authority. Rather than do his job, he’d rather tear someone down.

Am I supposed to sympathize with these so-called heroes? I for the life of me can’t seem to do so. Meanwhile, with characters like Lysithea and Natsuki, I can because they don’t mean to be an asshole, it’s just that they want to be left alone.

Now, am I saying reactive assholes are better characters than proactive assholes? No. Proactive assholes can have great character development. The problem is that proactive assholes are tougher to warm up to, especially when they’re meant to characters the audience is meant to root for. MHA’s writing does nothing TO make people want to root for these guys. They’re just assholes who wanna throw their weight around and never receive punishment for it/are called out for it. Hell, MHA seems to think these characters ARE in the right for being the way they are and/or doesn’t take the fact that they are assholes seriously (looking at you Katsuki).

Anyways, I thought I’d write this up to really explain more of my thought process and why Katsuki, Hitoshi, and Shota bother me so much whereas I find myself adoring characters such as Lysithea and Natsuki.

#bnha critical #mha critical #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #anti katsuki bakugou #anti hitoshi shinso #anti aizawa #anti eraserhead

[levmada]

hello! how are you? hope life's going well for you!

I have a little question.

so, as we all know, there has been a lot of speculation on whether Levi's a virgin or not.

and I've read your personality analysis of Levi (which, omg, bless you, I love) and his mental issues etc...

but here's my question, according to your analysis and your opinion, do you think he is a virgin or not?

also, there's that part where he says that he was "popular enough" with women...what do you think he meant by that? idk why, but I believe he meant...maybe (perhaps (perhaps)) he meant how closely knitted he was with Isabel and *maybe* petra?

and thank you to all the contribution you have made to us levussy worshippers 🫡

and by the way! I love your account!<3

hiii :D that’s so sweet😭😭😭🫶thank u for reading :’)) i’m also happy to answer this lol.

i’ll start with that dialogue!

the “popular with women” bit of dialogue isn’t quite translated correctly into english. it’s more like, when it has to do with men and women, the implication Zeke makes is romantic. the limits of the language - and probably whoever's in charge of PR - default romance to men and women. women isn't the literal term in the japanese dialogue.

but the question is attraction and not general popularity.

while you could argue that the implications of the conversation matter the most - so Levi (self-proclaimed) was popular in the romance scene - you must also consider that Levi had to say he was popular enough, or else he would be proving Zeke’s accusation right in that Levi doesn’t know other people’s feelings.

(although, he is popular to people behind the walls, but i’m getting off topic.)

proof of all that bc my summary is bad🫶

if Levi did seriously answer Zeke in that moment, just knowing Levi and his avoidance of relationships, especially romantic ones as far as is shown in AOT, he would’ve likely answered generally because he could, instead of feeding into Zeke’s attempt to fluster him lol. and of course he could've lied, again, so that Zeke couldn't get the satisfaction of being right or flustering him.

any way you cut it, i don’t think he had anyone in mind.

😅just to get it out of the way for those who don’t know i guess cuz it’s a popular piece of trivia, isayama has never confirmed whether Levi is a virgin.

sex is innately intimate. no matter if you’re just seeking momentary pleasure - which Levi doesn’t seem like the type to do - it’s both intimate and exposing. Levi just wouldn’t engage in casual sex.

especially in the underground and the negative associations he has with sex, mostly as it has to do with pain and suffering - very, very most likely, at least, and supported by what we’ve seen of the bad boy manga so far when some attackers threatened him as a child to make him “do what his mother did”. and Levi would never run the risk for disease.

(also assuming condoms exist.)

like i talked about in that analysis, trauma, in this case being exposed to sex at a young age, doesn’t simply go away, and also it exacerbates other things like distrust and an unwillingness to be vulnerable in romantic relationships.

so if it were to be someone, it would have to be someone Levi has a close bond with and trusts implicitly. someone who’s a Scout, then, but you also have to consider that romance just comes second on principle - at least to Levi whose top priority is always his duty.

his most selfish act after joining, this also being a show of affection, was letting Erwin rest (from his perspective), instead of forcing him back into hell.

so i mean - REALISTICALLY, IMO - for Levi it’s really not as simple as candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach ykwim?? there would be no love confession, only his actions which communicate his devotion or saying “”simple”” terms like “I trust you” or “I need for you not to die on me.”

sorry i’m getting so off topic.

ANYWAY. in my opinion, based on what info is allotted in canon, to me he is a virgin : )

#fanfiction aside #levi ackerman #levi aot #snk levi #snk levi ackerman #levi ackerman aot #snk hc #levi ackerman hc #aot meta

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku AU demons

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

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None of the stories linked are mine.

Most contain mature content.

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Art not mine[demon deku & demon baku]

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i glow pink in the night by beekz

Summary: "Hah?" Katsuki exasperated, "Like it? What– What exactly is it that you're fuckin' doing to people?"

Suddenly, Izuku snaps, eyes lighting up as if it'd all suddenly clicked in his head. "Ah! I see where I went wrong!"

Katsuki's brows quirk, and then suddenly Izuku is climbing into his lap, arms wrapping around Katsuki's neck as he giggles.

"Kacchan, I forgot to tell you, my apologies!" Izuku's pupils dilate, and when he blinks, the hearts have returned to the center of his iris, "I'm not just a demon– I'm an incubus. My assignment is to get you to fuck me!"

— — —

Or, Newbie Incubus Izuku takes on his first human, who, unfortunately, seems to want nothing to do with him.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

All My Life by ContraryBee

Summary: Katsuki has an imaginary childhood friend who has horns, claws, and a spiked tail. Or, well, he’s eventually convinced he was imaginary, because Deku doesn’t show up again for ten whole years. And then, just as he almost believed he was back, the little shit was gone for yet another ten years.

At least, until Katsuki makes the mistake of cutting his thumb over his dinner one night.

Complete | 10 Chapters

Rated- Explicit

How to: Lose Your Virginity To An Incubus by meow_writes_meow

Summary: “Anyways, Izuku,” Katsuki uses a finger to lift Izuku’s chin up to meet their eyes. “Why did you summon me?”

“I-well…” He starts.

“Spit it out, baby boy.”

Izuku gulps, “I-I want to lose my virginity.”

“Alright then, nerd. I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

— — —

In which Izuku makes a bad decision, but maybe it's not all that bad.

{One Shot}

Rated -Explicit

Lucky for Me by Daiako (Achrya)

Summary: Izuku, Katsuki's summoned succubus, takes an attack meant for him. Katsuki decides to deal with an unwanted rush of emotion in the only way that makes sense between them.

Complete | 2 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

baptize me by supercrunch

Summary: Izuku watches long fingers slowly reach out of the glass, wrapping themselves around the mirror’s edge as the man steps into real life. It smells like sugar and smoke. The clouds follow him out as he bows his head to fit his deadly-looking horns through the frame, red tattoos glowing faintly all over his bare torso and half onto his leathery wings. He makes the rest of the room seem dimmer just by standing in it. Molten metal eyes bore into Izuku’s, paralysing him as he kneels on the floor in front of this beautiful, terrifying apparition.

“I summoned you because want a boyfriend,” Izuku says and then winces at the shallowness of his own request. “I mean, I want to fall in love. I want to be assured that I’ll find someone someday who’ll love me the way I love them. Who isn’t grossed out by me. By the way I am.”

The demon tilts his head. "I offer you a place at my side. You want companionship? I give it in exchange for your soul.”

Complete | 3 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

Monster in the Closet by MJBunnyLuv

Summary: Izuku could ignore the flickering lights, objects disappearing, the messages written in steam on the mirror, the strange sounds, the feeling of eyes always watching. But what he couldn't ignore were the explorative touches when the creature thought he was asleep, the claws sliding up his legs that made his skin crawl. Those flaming eyes that illuminated the darkness, luring him into a succulent nightmare - a siren's call that could only end in tragedy.

— — —

OR Izuku buys a haunted house and tries his best to ignore the strange occurrences, but Katsuki refuses to be ignored.

Complete | 13 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

clouds of lust by iShipMinetaWithDeath

Summary: Bakugou barely survived birth, when he flatlined a certain someone claimed him as his own. when he was revived back to the world the demon wouldn't let up easily.his mother was very sick and promised the demon that once she had passed he would pact with him and he'd get his way with her son.but he's not the only one who wants the boy, two demons are sent out in disguise and want him.

Complete | 3 Chapters

Rated - Mature

A Sigil Mistake (Take It) by CatieBrie

Summary: From a young age, Izuku had been told his curiosity would be the death of him. Sitting in the center of a summoning circle surrounded by black candles and the copper tang of his own blood, he was inclined to believe that. 

— — —

In which Izuku summons the demon Katsuki on accident and Katsuki wastes no time making a deal for his soul and dicking him down nice and filthy to seal it.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

A charming witch by silverynight

Summary: "Instead of getting married, like humans do," Ashido says. "Demons mark their partners with a mating bite; it has to be done on the scent glands, which are on our necks."

The information unlocks a couple of memories in Izuku's brain that he didn't know he had up until now.

There's a blond demon with red horns and red eyes that looks like a kid and is telling Izuku that he needs to bite his neck immediately.

"The demon I summoned tried to bite my neck, that's why my mom got scared..."

Complete | 3 Chapters | No Quirks au

Rated - Teen & Up

I Summoned a Demon 101: an In-comprehensive guide to Corporeal Demon Do's and Don'ts by EAter

Summary: Midoriya Izuku was born with a quirk: the ability to summon and bind demons from an alternate plane to do his bidding. With only a few days left until the UA entrance exam and still no offensive-type demons in his arsenal, Izuku makes a desperate venture at summoning one corporeal, a feat he had never before attempted. He'd say it was a success- but he doesn't actually know if it'll be more a help or a hindrance. Especially since Bakugou Katsuki is, well, kind of a shit.

Incomplete | 36 Chapters | Quirks au

Last Updated 2018

Rated - Explicit

Mailman? More like Breeding Slave. (Demon-King!Katsuki x Izuku) by FireFaithe

Summary: Izuku Midoriya is offered as a continental mailman, delivering mail between the various human countries and the infamous Demon Kingdom. Very few deliverers make it through to the Royal Family, but what happens when an incubus, Katsuki Bakugou, decides to claim Izuku as his own? Will Izuku be successful in delivering mail to the Royal Family and returning to his home country? Or will Katsuki spell the end for Izuku's human life...? Find out!!

WIP | 18/? Chapters

Rated - Explicit

Series: A Lonely Existence by sumimasn

Summary: Angel x Demon AU

2 Works

#bakudeku #ao3 fic recs #bakugou x midoriya #demon au #demons #demon x human #demon x angel #demon deku x human bakugo #incubus x human #incubus au #bkdk #incubus Izuku Midoriya #incubus Bakugou Katsuki #demon baku x human deku #fanfic recommendation #archive of our own bakudeku #bakudeku recommendations #ao3 bkdk #ao3 fic rec #ao3 bakudeku recs #bakudeku smut #ao3 bkdk smut #demons au #bakudeku fic recs #bakudeku fic rec #no quirks au

[lu-dao-writes]

— Kairos

noun: kai•ros: the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement.

warning(s) depictions of anxiety, stress, overthinking, and mentions of financial difficulties. Also maybe some grammar mistakes.

It was an overcasted day.

The building, although massive, lacked liveliness.

It wasn’t because a lack of students, oh no. It just… It was dull looking. Basic and aged.

But it’s a university nonetheless. A university that Lucien was fortunate enough to get into.

The student was forcing each foot in front of themself, chanting assurance in their brain, and ignoring the bodies that passed by them, or any they accidentally made eye contact with.

It took everything in them to not completely disassociate or succumb to an anxiety attack while heading to the administration office and receiving the necessary paperwork. They made sure to try and listen as information was being given, making sure to not ask the woman to repeat herself too much, and used the notes app on their phone just in case they forgot.

When the student finally left they fled to the courtyard and sat on a lonely bench, the cornflower paint chipped and the wood a bit cracked.

One breath in.

Hold it for four.

One breath out.

Out for four.

Wash, rinse, and repeat till they felt at least somewhat normal again.

They fix their headphones and flip around through their music, dark brown eyes watching young adults either rush to their lectures or meander with their friends or alone.

They soon study the map of Olympeius and murmur to themself about the next thing to do.

“It’s probably best to figure out where our lectures will be that way I’m not lost like a damn fool when it comes time to my first official day..”

They look around themself and purse their lips. “Nah… I’ll wait till there’s not so many people in the halls…”

Lucien isn’t clueless. Ever since they stepped foot into this city and university, they’ve seen the people walking around it.

Fast, vibrant cars, name brand clothing and accessories, black platinum cards (or flashes of green or pale blue paper), and finally, the attitude of others and how they carry themselves.

Lucien didn’t grow up rich and knew the taste of stress from financial problems, and the bitter feeling of someone constantly taking their money when they probably don’t even need it.

But anyways.

Lucien knew that they’d better keep their head down and try to avoid getting in some peoples way.

Otherwise they just might be eaten alive.

But they try to not think too negatively. Especially when they’re in a delicate headspace currently.

“We’ll be okay… Just stay in your lane and do your work. Don’t wanna disappoint anyone…”

‘I wasn’t bullied too badly in high school, maybe I’ll be okay.’

‘But I came from a simple high school. This place is different.’

‘What if I get caught up in something? Will I get help?’

‘What if I become some rich asshole’s servant?’

‘Will the bullying be like how it is on tv?’

‘Should I take self defense classes? Hell, nah, I definitely don’t got money for that, nor the motivation.’

‘Ugh, what about that bill I still need to pay?’

‘God, I have to find a new therapist too.’

‘So much to do and-.’

“Excuse me? Are you okay?”

It was dull and gray outside. They like it like that, it usually meant rain.

But now… The sun has peaked out from the shade of clouds and licked at their skin.

They blink and shake their head, catching their headphones as it slips back slightly, and there stands a proper looking young man with pretty eyes and an even prettier face.

Brown meets azure, and they nearly choke on air.

“I-.. Yeah..! Sorry, I was lost in thought!” Lucien quickly explained.

The dapper fellow smiles with relief and stands up straight, his hands behind his back. “That’s good to hear. I was quite concerned for a moment! Are you perhaps new?”

A gentle bob of their head and they smile sheepishly at him. “Is it that obvious?”

The man gives a lighthearted chuckle. “Hmm, I wouldn’t say that, but I haven’t seen you before. You just gave it away.”

“Fair,” Lucien chuckles, rubbing their neck, their eyes moving from his eyes and down to his mouth before looking at his attire.

Tawny skin with dusty pink undertones, silken brown hair in a little braid that rests on his shoulder, a few strands fallen in his face, making him look soft but still elegant. He’s got a clear face, plump shiny lips, a cute nose, and expressive eyes.

Blue eyes aren’t something they find interesting, but on him? They’re beautiful.

Fancy black shoes, slacks, and button up, and a purple vest that hugs his torso.

It makes them wary for a moment once they take in his all too neat and perfect appearance, but…

He seems sweet.

“Oh, I’m Lucien, by the way,” they greet.

“I’m Jericho. Jericho Ichabod. But everyone calls me Crowe!”

His teeth are straight and white, and behind him the sun blooms brighter, and Lucien isn’t sure what exactly is blinding them more.

#𝐓𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐁 🐦‍⬛💚´ˎ˗ #the kid at the back vn #katb va #katb_vn #sol brugmansia #solivan brugmansia #jericho crowe ichabod #crowe ichabod #self insert #crowe centered chapter #crowe is like #blinding beautiful light amongst the gloomy gray

[sun-and-moon-mushroom]

Day 27: Left For Dead

AO3 link

(Continuation of day 22, BingQiu/QiJiu swap)

The last time Luo Binghe had seen Shen Yuan, his shizun, the man who had found him on the streets after his mothers death and had chosen to teach him cultivation, was when he’d smiled down at him and promised to be back soon, before leaving on a night hunt that he’d never returned from.

Luo Binghe had waited at the inn they’d been staying in until the money started to run out, and after that he’d tried to find his missing master. He’d gone around the local towns and villages asking after him, only to learn that the beast he’d been after had been taken down by a group of Cang Qiong cultivators which meant… Shen Yuan had probably died while fighting it. That was one of the better ideas Luo Binghe had anyway, after he’d spent a month searching to see if his master had simply been injured in the fight. The only other thing he could think of was that the promise he made might have been a lie, something to let him abandon Luo Binghe — but no, his shizun would never do something like that.

Luo Binghe would later claim that it was his exhaustion over searching for Shen Yuan that had caused him to slip up and be captured by demonic cultivators, but the truth was, he had only been cultivating for a year, and with the help of a master who was mostly self taught, out on the roads instead of on a qi-heavy mountain peak. Luo Binghe was just a human, so he went down easily to a demonic poison slipped into his drinking water. When he next woke up, he was in chains, with his cultivation bound.

At first he expected to be cut into pieces for his parts, or have his cultivation stolen — even such a young cultivator could prove valuable to those willing to hurt them — but it seemed the demonic cultivators who caught him had a different plan. They unbound his cultivation, but only slightly — just enough for a few small tricks — and sold him to a noble family looking for a pet cultivator to show off their wealth.

The young mistress, Qiu Haitang took a liking to him immediately — something he tolerated, if only because it kept him away from her older brother, Qiu Jianluo. He was delighted by the idea of having a cultivator at his beck and call, and was constantly ordering Luo Binghe to show him things, punishing him harshly for anything he hadn’t learnt how to do. He even called back the demonic cultivators that had sold him in the first place, forcing him to learn their techniques, no matter how much he hated it. Sometimes he still thought back to Shen Yuan — was he still alive? Had his body been found, was he buried properly? Without being able to leave, he’d never have the chance to find out.

Luo Binghe isn’t sure what the final straw was for him. It could have been Qiu Jianluo announcing his engagement to Qiu Haitang — something he wanted no part in, since his heart had only ever belonged to one person — or it could have been the sight of a group of Huan Hua disciples in the marketplace on one of the few days he was allowed outside, standing there with their gold-rimmed robes and easy cultivation. Whichever one it was, Luo Binghe finally found a way to snap the restraint holding back his powers, using the small amount he’d been allowed to force the way open.

Free at last, his cultivation rapidly spiralled into a qi deviation, and when he came back to himself, he was holding a sword slick with blood and the building around him was burning. He fled — right into the arms of one of the demonic cultivators who’d sold him in the first place. Apparently, they’d sent him to the Qiu as what they called a ‘test’ — to make him one of them. He didn’t have much of a choice but to go along with them — to anyone else, he’d simply look like a murderer, a young disciple who’d left the righteous path in search of power.

This was how he’d found himself in the middle of an Immortal Alliance Conference, attacked by demons on all sides, trying to protect anyone he could — surely his current master wouldn’t mind if the goods he’d stolen had come from already dead bodies? — and then face to face with Shen Yuan once more. No, not Shen Yuan, but Shen Qingqiu, in the elaborate green robes he’d seen on the distant peak lord of Qing Jing, and wearing the face of his first master like Luo Binghe had ever actually mattered to him.

Luo Binghe… had never really been his beloved disciple, had he? Just a brat off the street he could trick into carrying his things and cooking his food. How foolish of his former master— when given the chance to become part of a proper sect, to achieve the power and wealth he deserved, he’d had to come up with an excuse to get rid of him. He’d have rather been left for dead.

#svsss #svsss au #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #my writing #shen yuan #betrayal swap au

[yuhi-san]

So for the last day of @tristampparty have just some fun fact about trigun, escpecially july but lets get them done in order.

Despite being very, very obsessed with anime and manga and being quite active in german forums at the time trigun 98 first aired and was popular here… I was barely aware it existed.

I vaguely recall two people from a rpg trying to get me into trigon but they showed me the silly opening, vash skedaddling around like a lizard and him not having a bullet in the first episode. So it didn’t seem like something for my edgy teenage taste (oh sweet summer child I was.)

Trigon stampede didn’t show up on my radar at all either until I was traveling in japan in late july. I have no idea what even caused it but I went through the wiki, snooping for spoilers like any normal person. Which, sins the wiki contains stuff from trimax, 98 and tristamp it was. Uhm yea.

So anyway what I knew after was:

Vash and knives were species plant (which was so like ???? because I was thinking of trees without any context)

Also what the fuck is millions knives, how is that a name, this is almost as bad as the very manly male priest named ‘frau’

I am not going to entertine the section about a group that calls themself the freaking gung-ho guns, is this a joke

There is superhuman stuff going on with vash and also knives who is his twin.

Apparently he blew a hole in a moon??

He has a bounty on his head.. because he destroyed a city I think.

There are the two girls milly and meryl

Wolfwood dies (I vaguely remember seeing his death in a top then tragic anime deaths from watch mojo, I think)

when I came home from japan I just binge-watched it before going back to work.

So I went into stampede with very little context, but still some. I guess a lot of easteregs and hints went past me at first but that meant I was also unbiased (*cough*Roberto*cough* Milly *cough* new design *cough*)

I was delighted to hear johnny young bosch but a little disappointed we didn’t get any robin-esque gremlin cackle.

Was just a little surprised that wolfwood lived but I did eventually catch on that it was sort of an alternate prequel so to speak.

But then there is lost july.

See, I was vaguely aware vash destroyed I city. Sort of. But I don’t think I really took notice of july when skimming the wiki.

So the finale comes. Everything goes horribly. Roberto dies. At least meryl and wolfwood live. What knives does to vash is terrible. The fight isn’t looking too good for vash. The way knives kills the officers that attack vash.

and like vash was probably expecting it to be a suicide stunt to get the cube so far up in the air and detonate/fire (?) it. And in such a tragic way, it kills knives too (or at least that’s what it looks like to an unsuspecting audience and DEFINITELY to vash).

Everything is horrible but at least he managed to save the city.

Except it explodes anyway.

I was like WHAT!? WHAT!?

I’m telling you guys, I was shocked. I did not see that coming. In the slightest. I think I was still reeling from it by the credits.

Somehow, despite all the spoilers I’ve seen and read (also the couch…) I somehow managed to not expect lost july and was so blindsided by it

Edit: I posted this like three minutes ago but it just hit me what triggered me getting into trigun!! I’m pretty sure I never had trigon posts on my dash but somehow I had a post on it suddenly that was like this:

A screenshot of wolfwood saying to vash: don’t call me that! I’m Nicholas the punisher!

Then a short text about how he was trying to make himself and others believe that this was all he was or something along these lines and then the screenshot of the title drop “Wolfwood”

And then something really clever about how this was set up, as if right after wolfwood insisting he was just the punisher, the title drop immediately tells is otherwise. Like, no, no matter what you tell others and yourself, you are still wolfwood.

Actually if anyone has an idea what post that was hit me up.

#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun 98 #tristampparty #vsh the stampede #millions knives #i cannot stress enough how much the destruction of juky floored me lol