#I really should've just taken photos of all of them

[falsesecuritysketches]

I've been adding little Connor sketch cards with any sticker order. Good for practice and hopefully a nice surprise to the buyer~ I wanted to share some of the sketches, but there are so many I didn't take pictures of. If you have one, I would love to see them!

[stairain]

Good Decoration 

After misplacing a folder full of explicit images, the last thing you’d expect was Spencer to take it. 

Warnings: Perv Spencer, male masturbation, nudes.

WC: 1.1K

“I have no idea what happened to it.”

Is what Spencer wanted you to believe.

You had misplaced a folder that unfortunately didn’t contain any case files, but instead various explicit photos of yourself. And you recall the last place you had left it was on his desk

Looking at him with an anxious frustration, you start to go through the folders and files he had splayed on his desk.

“Are you sure? I swear I left it here yesterday before I went home.”  

Even as you begin to disorganize his workspace, Spencer looks unbothered. With a purse of his lips, he simply looks at you as if as clueless as you are to what had happened. 

“I haven’t seen it. Maybe you left it somewhere else.” Or maybe someone took it. 

He lied through his teeth, and if you weren’t so naive, you would’ve seen right through it. But instead, you anxiously bite your lip and nod.

Unfortunately for you, Spencer having been the one to take the folder would’ve been the best case scenario. Albeit embarrassing, you knew he’d be the one to not make a scene over it.

“Alright, thank you anyways.”

You say dejectedly before you leave his desk and return to yours, trying your best to stay composed and not tear apart the entire building.

Little did you know, Spencer was the one who had taken the folder. He wasn’t worried in the slightest when you started going through his desk, because the folder was comfortably sat on his bedside table at home.

It was your fault really, you should've been more careful. You'd ordered and printed them at a store and didn’t have time to stop by your place before you had to get to work. So you mindlessly placed them in a folder and in your bag, along with all the other case files you had as well. 

Spencer was just sitting at his desk, packing his belongings up to finally go home. But as he was sorting through the pile on his desk, he noticed a dark blue folder slotted in the middle of every other cream colored one. 

What started as an innocent curiosity quickly devolved into a perverted fascination as soon as he opened the folder. His eyes were met with the image of your bare chest, pushed up into the view of the lens as your face was left as an afterthought in the background. 

He should’ve closed it immediately, slipped it into your desk before anyone else saw it. But with interested fingers that seemed to have a mind of their own, he found himself carding through the images.

They were all of you. Clothed, unclothed, exposed, private.

The office was otherwise empty, only him and a few other people who were packing up to leave anyways. He looked around to make sure no one was near him as he quickly shoved the folder into his bag. 

The whole ride home, he contemplated his decision. Whether or not to drive back and put them where they belong. 

You were his coworker, this was wrong. 

Even as he stepped through the door of his apartment and took the folder with him to his bedroom, he knew it was wrong. 

You were the only one who was supposed to have these photos, not him, he told himself as he pulled out the stack of photos. 

With trembling hands, he splayed them out against the soft fabric of his bed. There had to have been at least thirty, all lined up as his dilated pupils scanned over each and every one of them. 

As one hand held himself up as he leaned over the spread of pictures, the other slotted between the dampened fabric of his underwear and his embarrassingly hard cock. 

Spencer didn’t know where to look, as his frantic eyes darted from the stiff peaks of your nipples under your tank top, all the way to where your perfectly manicured fingers were spreading open your slick pussy. 

Letting out a low moan, his slim fingers wrapped around his heavy cock, and he couldn’t stop the way he began to hump his hand like some sort of animal. 

The man felt disgusting, fucking into his hand as stared down at the collage of you he had created underneath his shaking body. 

He had to face you tomorrow, look you right in the eyes as you talked about anything other than how he knows exactly what you look like under all your fancy blazers and fitted dress pants. 

It was so wrong, you trusted him so much, and here he was, stroking himself slowly to your nudes like they were in a cheap porn magazine. 

You’d be mortified if you knew anyone saw them, and you’d be horrified to know how tightly Spencer was squeezing his cock, desperately trying to replicate what it’d be like to fit into that drenched cunt of yours, the one you so proudly displayed for the camera. 

Guttural groans and borderline pathetic whimpers escaped his quivering lips. The tip of his thumb rubbed at the soaked head of his length, and his knees almost buckled at how fucking good it felt. 

His mouth hung open and a shaky stream of moans echoed throughout his empty room. 

“F-Fuck—“

He was dangerously close, eyes rolling back into his skull, hair falling into his line of sight, spine shuddering in pleasure, he was long gone. 

The fast pace of his hand around himself sped up frantically, and his body folded into itself as he imagined how upset and embarrassed you’d look after finding out what he’d done. 

A loud whine ripped from his throat and his entire body froze as he thrusted into his hand, shamelessly exploding all over your face and body. 

White ribbons of hot cum drip down his hand and pool against the inked surfaces, and he was far too busy moaning to himself to realize how much of a mess he made of you. 

But the morning after your suspicion, he made sure he got to the office before you did, inconspicuously hiding it under a pile of papers in your drawer. 

He knew you’d chalk it up to your nerves for not looking thoroughly enough the first time, you wouldn’t suspect a thing.

You made a quick stop at his desk to let him know that you found it, and he smiled at you like he had nothing to do with it, even though his pants had gotten tighter at the mere sight of the dark blue folder in those perfectly manifested fingers of yours. 

You were so relieved that you had found them before anyone else, that you didn’t even notice that a few were missing. 

[antiquitea]

I AM THREE DAYS OUT FROM THESE PHOTOS BEING TAKEN AND I STILL CAN'T QUITE BELIEVE THIS NIGHT HAPPENED.

(please do not repost my photos)

so!! i had the pleasure of seeing atta boy in toronto on october 22 and it was amazing in every conceivable way. they opened for richy mitch & the coal miners.

as i was waiting outside, i was mostly texting mr. megan; his work day had just ended so he was catching me up. i was first in the outside line (the venue is also a bar so there was a small inside line as well), so i was a couple of feet away from the security guard. i saw this guy walk up to them in the peripheral of my vision, but didn't think anything of it. just someone asking if it was the line for the gig or saying that they just wanted to get a beer.

the blue carhartt pants should've given it away.

i was so close to lewis that i could've reached out and touched him. and i definitely stood there for a moment just like 😲 as i watched him go inside the bar. he was wearing a blue cap, a red shirt, and of course those blue carhartt pants.

when i got into the horseshoe tavern i did the usual wandering i do at a gig. grabbed a beer, scoped out the stage, and checked out the merch table. atta boy merch wasn't being sold yet, so i was just having my beer and walking around.

and then ... i saw lewis sitting at the back of the venue in a booth by himself, having a beer and on his phone (like texting or something). there was a part of me that said "megan, don't bother him. he goes on in an hour and probably just wants to chill." but another part of me thought "if he doesn't want to be bothered or if the vibes are off you can just fuck off. no big. no hard feelings."

well!

i wandered over, and was midway through saying, "excuse me, lewis? could i bother you for a moment?" and he was already looking up at me and gesturing to the chair next to him. "yes, of course you can bother me!" he said.

(some paraphrasing is ultimately imminent)

i sat down next to him and said something along the lines of how i really loved and appreciated all of his art - his acting, his music - and thanked him so much for sharing that with us. i told him that i wasn't going to get into the details, but that the last year was really shitty for me and that his art helped me a lot, and brought me a lot of comfort. his face lit up and he said, "oh my god, that's so sweet. that's so kind. that's why i do this! thank you!"

then he asked me my name, and proceeded to keep saying it throughout our conversation (at one point i said "okay, you need to stop saying my name so much because you're giving me butterflies" and he laughed). he then asked if i "lived around here" and i told him that no, i lived in halifax.

"halifax? that's far!"

i told him that yes it was 😂 but that i really wanted to see his band, so i'd flown in earlier in the day, and that it was totally worth the trip! "it means so so much to me that you would travel all that way to come see us! really, that's so sweet! thank you!"

i asked if he would be cool taking a couple of selfies and he was already taking his cap off, and he said that it was absolutely cool! he mentioned that it was kinda dark so we might have to use flash. i told him that flash and i weren't great friends (i blink a lot and get pretty shiny), and he laughed. we got a couple of really good photos! (the first one up above).

i told him about my bestie @wildbornsiren, who wanted to be there so badly and couldn't make it, and asked if he would be cool saying hi to her? lewis said he was down with that, and we recorded a sweet little video for her where he said hi to her.

lewis then said to me, "you know, when i think of halifax i think of stan rogers." rogers was a popular folk artist from the area, and while he's a big name, i was kinda surprised that lewis knew who he was! not to flex, but based on his spotify playlists we have similar tastes in music so i shouldn't have been that shocked.

i said that i "fuckin' love stan rogers!" and we talked about him and his music for a little bit. after gushing over our mutual love of stan rogers, i said, "if you like stan rogers and his type of music, you should really check out joel plaskett. he's from the area too, plays music in a similar style as stan, super prolific - highly recommend!"

i had to spell joel's last name a couple of times for him (the bar was kinda loud), but he may or may not be a joel plaskett fan now, who's to say!

i thanked him again for taking the time to chat with me, and he shook my hand and said, "hey, if the selfies didn't turn out come find me after the show and we can take some more." to which i replied, "i will!"

then lewis added, "i really hope i can see you after the show!"

we parted ways, and i found my place in front of the stage, a little off to the side. the place was packed! i'd actually never heard of richy mitch & the coal miners until atta boy announced that they were touring with them, and i had no idea they were kind of a big name because the place was filling up fast!

atta boy's set was amazing! of course i wish it had been longer, but they played a bunch of my faves so i was absolutely thrilled by that. poor eden was just getting over a cold, so her voice was a little strained at times, but she still did fantastic! the rest of the crowd was absolutely in love with them. if they weren't fans before the gig, i'm pretty sure they left as such.

(i posted some photos of lewis specifically here)

after their set i went to the merch table that dashel was working and bought a hoodie. we chatted for a little bit, i told them that the set was fantastic and thanked them so much. they thanked me for coming and said that they hoped i had a great rest of my night. 😊

during richy mitch & the coal miners' set, i went up to the bar to get another drink, only to see the bartender already heineken for me haha! it's so nice to be seen. lewis was also at the bar, but like three or four people away from me. but he glanced over, saw me, came over, and said "hey megan!"

i am dying from glee. "hey lewis!"

he propped his arm against the bar and leaned against it, and asked, with this big fuckin' grin on his face, "what did you think of the set? was it worth coming out to toronto for?"

i am flabbergasted that a) this was happening, and b) that he genuinely seemed interested. i said, "oh my god it was so good. i enjoyed it so much. it was such an honour to see y'all live."

he told me that i was so sweet, and then asked, "how did the selfies turn out?"

i replied, "pretty good! i have t-rex kinda arms, so sometimes it's difficult for me to get people who are taller than me in frame. but they're great!"

lewis laughed and then looked at his own arms. "i have t-rex arms too."

i laughed and said, "oh, no you don't!" NOT EVEN THINKING i reached out and touched his arm. MEGAN. DO NOT FLIRT WITH LEWIS PULLMAN. YOU ARE IN DANGER, GIRL.

he was laughing and said, "well, i'll take them!" he grabbed my phone, and asked "do we want flash or do we not want flash?"

"no flash. it's kind of my enemy because i get really shiny."

he took a couple of pictures and there was flash, and was like "wait ... we didn't want flash." so together, while he was holding my phone, we were pressing my screen together trying to figure out how to turn it off. our hands kept touching and i was... really trying not to spontaneously combust.

(hiding my face in this one because i'm not a fan of it, but his is darling)

after he handed my phone back to me, he said, "let's see how they turned out!"

i was scrolling through them and he leaned over and said, "oh these are really good!" i landed on the one above and he chuckled and said, "i really like that one!"

i don't like my face in it, but i'm laughing and clearly so so happy, and said, "you know what? i like that one too."

i asked if he would mind signing something for me, and he said that he didn't mind at all, that he'd love to sign something for me. he was putting his ballcap on (because he's such a gentleman who took his hat off for our pictures), and it was a little askew when he asked "do you have a pen?"

gonna need this dude to stop being so darling.

i did, and pulled out some bar napkins i'd stuffed in my purse earlier and asked if this was good. lewis laughed a little and nodded saying that a napkin was great.

i was just expecting a signature, so as he's writing this little novella above it, i'm like "oh my god, you don't have to do this." and he kinda giggled like it was some kind of big secret. "what are you writing, you sweet man?" i asked, and he giggled again!!

lewis handed me the bar napkin and i gave it a quick read and said, "thank you so much. this is so sweet!"

he leaned against the bar again for a moment and said, "it so means the world to me that you travelled all that way to come see us, and that you had a good time."

and then, before i'm truly aware of what's happening, he leaned in (and crouched because i'm a full foot shorter than he is), and wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me so close to him and squeezed, rubbed my back. and again thanked me so much for coming out, meant the world, made his night.

y'all. getting a hug from lewis pullman may have cured my depression. like it was an actual hug.

i, on the verge of flying into space from joy, thanked him again for everything that night, and he said, "you are so welcome! i hope i can see you again!"

LEWIS WHAT ARE WE.

i, very drunk on elation and a little drunk on beer, blew him a kiss, and he smiled and put his hands over his heart. i floated away back into the crowd, and tried to not just scream with happiness.

and that, my friends, is how lewis pullman damn near killed me.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Dating app

Long time no writing!!!!

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader

The BAU team was quietly doing paperwork. From time to time, Reid or Morgan went to the kitchen to refill their coffee cup, and Prentiss yawned and stretched. While supporting your chin, you flicked your fingers as drily watched photos of 'potential date partners'. Of course, at first, you were reluctant to sign up for a dating app, especially what you live for; you had the right to be cautious about meeting a stranger from an app. But you didn't want loneliness to become your life partner. Your finger halted in the air, and you forced yourself not to scream or jump out from your chair in surprise.

You stared at the photo on the app. Then you looked back at your boss' office. Hotch was in his dark office, looking down at his desk with only the lamp on.

You looked at the photo and the name.

It was Hotch.

You quickly observed other photos. Then you realised something was off. All 5 photos were taken from a distance. Not too far, but still, there were no selfies or face-close distance photos. Even if it was Hotch, if he signed up for the dating app, he would've at least tried to take a selfie, wouldn't he? Maybe an imposter?

You tapped your desk and then looked around. Thankfully, your friends were occupied with their own stuff, and they weren't interested in what you were doing.

Should I?

You looked back at the Hotch's office again. Would Hotch really sign up for a dating app? One way to find out. Hotch would probably leave his office to grab you if it was really him. After all, your photos and name were on the profile anyway.

'Hello, handsome.'

You messaged him. You didn't know how long he or an imposter would take to reply. Besides, you were regretting writing 'handsome'.

Your body winced as you nearly jumped out from your chair as soon as you saw 'read' appear on the chat.

'Hi, there.'

You tilted your head curiously.

As if Hotch didn't know you. You looked at the office, and you blinked. Hotch was looking at his phone now. What the hell?

'What do you like to do during free time?'

If you were drinking, you would've been spitting at the message. You looked back at the office, and Hotch was indeed typing something on his phone.

Was it really Hotch?

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You texted the dating app Hotch for some time, and you weren't sure if it was really Hotch or not. You just wanted to grab him and ask him. The dating app Hotch didn't seem to know about you, and Hotch behaved as if nothing happened at the office and during cases. Your friends could sense something was happening, and you were agitated. They asked, and you just told them you were fine. If Rossi or Morgan find out, they will ask Hotch directly, showing him the texts you've been having with the dating app Hotch. If it were really Aaron, it would embarrass him, and you wanted to spare that for Aaron.

Shoot, when did I start to think of him as Aaron?

You banged your head on your desk. The dating app Hotch insisted on calling him Aaron. You shook your head against the desk and could feel your friends' eyes staring at you. But you didn't care. You needed to know if the dating app Hotch was real Hotch or not.

"A trouble in paradise?"

You rolled your eyes at Morgan's comment. You turned off your phone screen before Morgan could come and look into it.

"I wish," you scoffed. You sat up straight and crossed your arms behind your head. "Just a puzzle."

Reid silently came to your side in his chair at the mention of a puzzle.

"Not that kind of puzzle," you chuckled.

"Relationship, huh?" Prentiss grinned with her pen in her mouth.

"Maybe?" You replied with a mysterious smile. "Too early to tell, I think."

"But you'll tell us when it's the time?" Morgan asked. "Penelope will love to hear about your story."

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'Aaron, it's been two weeks we've been texting.'

'Don't you think we should meet and have lunch or something?'

'My bad. I should've asked first. Let's have lunch. I'll tell you after checking my schedule.'

'Nice. I'll be waiting to hear from you!'

You looked at the screen.

Finally, the time to check if the guy is really A… Hotch or an imposter has come.

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You were there first. The dating app Hotch told you where he booked the restaurant, which was in his name. You were playing with a black straw in the water glass while a block of ice was in your mouth, rolling over your tongue.

"L/N?" A dumbfounded voice called you in surprise.

You looked up, and it was Hotch. It was really Hotch. The real Aaron Hotchner, the boss of yours, the leader of the BAU of the FBI. He was staring at you with his mouth ajar. Your mouth was also hung open. You didn't realise the water from the ice was flowing over, which looked like drooling. As soon as you realised the cold feeling on your chin, you quickly cleaned it with the tissue.

"You are real Hotch." You pointed a finger at him.

Hotch made a funny face, then laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

It was your time to make a funny face. Then you took your phone out and showed him the texts you've been having on the dating app.

"You've been texting me…?"

Hotch snatched your phone and read the text for a minute. Then you saw the realisation in his eyes.

"So it was you they set me up with."

"Who?"

"My son and sister-in-law." Hotch returned the phone to you and sat in front of you. "If they set me up with you, they must have liked the text you were sending."

You opened your mouth and closed it several times.

"Sorry about this," Hotch smiled bashfully.

You weren't about to say you asked for a date to check if he was real or not.

"But you knew it was me with the photo but still asked for a date?"

"You not gonna reject now, would you?" You asked.

"Of course not," Hotch smiled softly. "How we got here doesn't matter. We're here for a date lunch, aren't we?"

You could feel blood flushing your cheeks.

"We aren't here as colleagues. Relax," Hotch smiled.

"Then can I call you Aaron?" You asked bashfully.

"You were doing it on the app."

"But it wasn't real you."

Hotch blinked at you and laughed. He looked like a different person. He was so relaxed and smiling more.

"Of course you can. If you still want to continue this, I'm open to it."

"Really?"

It felt like he had read your mind, but it didn't matter. You wanted to get to know Aaron.

"Because I'm not gonna say no, Aaron," you grinned like an idiot.

"F/N, I'm looking forward to it." Aaron mirrored your grin.

++++

"Dad!"

"Aaron!"

Aaron rubbed the back of his head as he was called by his son and sister-in-law.

"Dad, you need to go here!" Jack shoved a phone in front of his dad's face.

Aaron read the screen. It was an address of a restaurant.

"A restaurant?"

"We made a reservation in your name. Go there by 1pm on Thursday, please," Jessica informed Aaron while checking her wallet.

Aaron stared at Jack's unbelievable aunt. Only Jessica can make a request sound like an order.

"Who are you setting me with?"

Jack just grinned at his father.

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4

CLUELESS: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Five times they were sure they weren't dating and one time they weren't. OR: Luis, Ashley, Ada and Krauser having enough of how oblivious and clueless they are about their feelings.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, violence, my Spanish (if I used something in the wrong context please feel free to tell me so I can improve), Luis being the number one fanboy and Ashley being best girl

•••

Prince Charming and his señorita

"Tell me señorita, are you and Prince Charming a thing?"

She looked up at Luis with furrowed eyebrows, her face full of confusion. She examined his gestures and the way the muscles around his mouth moved, forming a small, knowing smirk.

"Why? You want to take me out on a date or something?" she asked, quickly falling for the assumption that all Luis wants is to know if she's single so he can continue his flirting, hoping the one liners will magically work.

But then again, she thought, he'd still do it without remorse.

So what does he really want with that question?

"I'd love to cariño, but not with a señorita who's already taken."

"I'm not. Do whatever you want with that information."

She turned away from him, continuing her search through the small villa in hopes of some extra ammunition. She opened a drawer, but found nothing other than some old photos.

"I don't believe you, cariño." Luis said, suddenly breaking the silence.

She slammed the drawer shut in frustration and looked at him, trying to keep her cool and not get annoyed at his antics. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She should've gotten used to his teasing by now, but it was impossible to do so. He always found something to talk about, question her about and annoy her about. And now that she was afraid her partner and the president's daughter got hurt in some way after they got seperated, Luis's teasing just crossed a line.

"Look, 'cariño', I don't know why you have to annoy me with literally everything all the time, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped." she pleaded slowly, hoping he'll just stop.

"Oh, there's nothing to feel ashamed of, mi vida. Love is a beautiful and natural thing." he continued on, as he leaned against the wall, looking at her with pure naught. "Besides, I'm sure our Yanqui feels the same way... Deep in love, you know, I'm sure it sounds familiar."

She turned away, this time to hide the slight blush that appeared on her face. Thinking about Leon like that made her stomach feel like it's doing acrobatics.

"No one looks at another person like that without being in love. And our Leon looks at you like tu eres todo su mundo."

She turned to look at him quickly, wanting to ask what he meant when he said that - and when Luis noticed her pink cheeks he just smirked.

"Aw, look at that blush! You for sure look you're not in love cariño."

"Shut up!"

"Really? You want me to? How will you let him know your feelings without my advice, ey?"

"Like I'd take your advice."

"I'm not saying you have to," Luis started to explain himself. "I'm just saying I'm your best option."

She just rolled her eyes shamelessly, but Luis didn't seem to care.

"Now- with a boy like our Leon, the best thing you can do in your situation is to make him j-"

She'll never know what he really wanted to say, because in the next second loud noises were coming from outside and both of them ran to the nearest window to figure out what was going on. The moment she realized Leon and Ashley were running towards their hideout as hoards of Spanish undead were chasing them and shouting at them, she ran towards the door, opening it without thinking twice.

"This way!" she shouted.

Ashley was the first to arrive and she gave her a short hug as she waited for Leon to get inside. When they were finally able to close the door behind themselves, she felt two strong arms quickly wrapping themselves around her shoulders and waist, and the next thing she knew she was hugging Leon like there was no tomorrow.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I am."

"You sure?"

And even if in the next moment Luis was stuck between the wall and a very upset Leon Kennedy, he still sent a smirk her way, as if he'd say: "Sure, princesa, you two are just business partners with heart shaped eyes."

•••

The way they act around each other

"Can I ask you something?" Ashley asked as she was sitting on top of a barrel, dangling her feet as she watched Leon at the shooting range.

"Of course."

"This may sound a little weird, but- are you and Leon dating?"

She turned to look at Ashley as if she just grew another head - what in their situation was quite likely to happen.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you in a relationship with him?" Ashley asked again, examining the ways her expression changed as she waited for an answer.

"I understood what you meant the first time, it's just- what makes you think that?"

"The way you act around each other." Ashley started to explain as she looked back at Leon, who shot a cutout of a pirate in the head. "He always makes sure you're okay and you always check if he has any new bruises."

She leaned against the barrel Ashley was sitting on as she looked at the man they were talking about as well. She watched as his muscles tensed up a bit everytime he pulled the trigger, she watched as he bit his lip in concentration when the target was further away and she watched as his eyes followed the bullet's movement. She bit her lip as her heartbeat got quicker at both the sight and thought - the thought that every single person in Spain seems to think they are dating.

"I care about him."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"He seems like a great guy."

"He is a great guy." she said, knowing she's saying the truth. Whoever Leon'll date in the future - that girl will for sure be a lucky girl.

She couldn't help but giggle as Leon turned towards them with a satisfied little smile, being proud of himself that he just beat his own highscore.

"Do you think you can beat me?"

"Oh, it's on!" she smirked, accepting the challenge.

She ran up to the shooting range, leaving a confused, but happy Ashley behind. She could literally feel her gaze on them and she could heard her thoughts saying: "They are really cute!" - she shook her head, getting those thoughts out of her head. She needs to focus if she wants to win.

"Handgun?"

"Handgun."

Leon smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeez, causing her to almost choke on her own saliva.

"Let's see what you can do."

As she rose her gun she could hear Ashley saying "Leon, can I ask you about something?". She missed the first shot when Ashley asked "Are you two dating?", because her heart skipped a beat and beacuse she had to force herself not to look at Leon's expression.

•••

She should keep her boyfriend on a leash

"You should keep your boyfriend on a leash." she immediatelly stopped what she was doing when she heard the very familiar voice of Ada Wong, the woman who was there the night her life became horrific. "He likes to get himself in trouble."

"He's not my boyfriend." she said her voice becoming higher from the annoyance. "And I'm sure he can make his own decisions."

"He clearly can't if you're still not together." she heard the noises of high heels meeting with the wooden floor from behind her and she was sure Ada was walking towards her.

"Where are they?"

" 'They?' " Ada asked and she hated how her voice was full of pride, meaning she knows more than she does. "They got separeted half an hour ago, so now Leon is looking for the both of you."

She turned around, looking at Ada's features hoping they'll give her an explanation to what's going on. But she couldn't read anything off of her face, it was stone cold with a bit of teasing naught.

"So what, you gave Leon a surprise visit as well?"

"No need to get jealous, he didn't give me the welcome I expected."

"What can you expect in a situation like ours?"

She didn't get an answer to her question.

"Leave the girl and get out of here as soon as you can. So maybe you two can finally go on a date." she almost shouted out in frustration, but stopped herself from doing so just in time. "But please, be brave enough to make the first move, because he won't."

For the first time since forever she became speechless and didn't even think about shooting Ada in the leg when she climbed out of the window.

•••

La misión

She almost punched Luis in the face when he touched her shoulder, scaring her and causing her well trained reflexes to react. She stopped just in time, missing his cheekbone by a thread.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Just Luis, mi amor."

"Do you want to die or something?" she asked, not knowing if she meant it as a threat or as a free life lesson.

"Not really, cariño." he answered as she let go of him and took a few steps backwards. "Now tell me, how is la misión going?"

"What mission? Ashley is fine with Leon-"

"I meant our mission, princesa, how are things going with Leon?"

"Oh my God, why do you hate me so much?" she whispered the poetic question as she hid her face in her palms.

"Any success with the confession yet?"

"Can we just stop talking about my love life?"

"Not really, cariño, since we only share this mission together. After that you're on your own."

She chose not to answer and decided to take a look at her surroundings. The other door was locked, she checked it just before Luis arrived, so she had to find another way around the castle if she wanted to reunite with Ashley and Leon. God, she really hoped they are okay, there are some strong enemies around here.

Five seconds. She left Luis unsupervised for five seconds while she walked up to a window deep in thoughts, and Luis has already gotten bored. And in his boredom he decided to give Leon a call.

"Luis, where are you?" she could hear Leon's slightly annoyed voice through the trasmitter.

"Sorry I, uh, I screwed up." he started in a quite serious tone, but then glanced at her and smiled. "Come to our rescue Prince Charming!"

"I'll show you charming!" she almost laughed at his anger. "Wait, what do you mean 'our'?"

Luis turned the transmitter towards her, so Leon could get a clear view of her standing in front of the window. She just furrowed her eyebrows, having enough of both Luis and the situation.

Leon looked both frustrated and confused as he looked at her. She sent a smile his way.

"I met up with your señorita, Sancho. We might as well continue our adventure together, sí?" he turned the machine away from her. "Meet us in the Ballroom and don't be late! Or I'll be the one asking her for a dance! Nos vemos!"

As she looked at the man acting like a child, the only thought she had was: "I should've punched him straight in the jaw."

•••

The rookie kept his girl scout around

"I see you kept your girlfriend around, rookie."

That was the last fucking straw. The last fucking person she wanted to hear that sentence from. If Leon doesn't grab her hand, she would've shot Krauser in the face - and it's not like she's stupid. She knows it wouldn't kill him, but she'd enjoy the feeling of looking at the damaged muscles on his face.

Luis should be the one teasing them. He should be the one walking with them, telling them every five seconds how cute they are and how beautiful amor is. Not that asshole...

She wanted to shout at him, scream at him in anger and sadness, but Leon's grip on her stopped her in that as well. She looked at his face, questioning why he's holding her back when Krauser killed Luis in cold blood for absolutely nothing...

"Don't let him get in your head..." was all he said, as he kept a firm hold on her and they started to walk among the ruins.

"Oh, you're worried about the girl, is that it?" Krauser asked as he played with the knife in his hands. "No, I don't think that's it. I think you're worried about another girl, am I right? You're worried about your girlfriend even though she went through the same training as you. But that's just like you. You always had poor judgment."

She saw how Leon's jaw tightened and it was her turn to keep a firm hold on him, not letting him fall apart.

"But if you think I'm gonna let you out of here alive... you're even more naive than I thought." she was pushed to Leon's other side, further away from Krauser. "You can't save her. You can't save anyone."

She could feel the tension in his body grow and in a last hopeful chance to calm him down she said: "Come on, Leon. 'Don't let him get in your head.' "

"Or do you think you can save the girl scout?" for a short second their gaze met and she wished she could spit at him from this distance. "We both know she wasn't the best in hand-to-hand combat."

"Give it up, Krauser!" Leon acted on his anger so suddenly, that her heartbeat quickened from the sudden fear. "Being a lackey for these maniacs won't bring your men back. And what the Hell for? Revenge on the goverment? You think they would want that?"

She could feel the cold running through her back, the feeling of close danger sharpened her senses. She kept her gaze on Krauser, not daring to blink, afraid that she'll miss the first attack.

"Revenge? You think I'm doing all this for revenge?"

"Isn't that what this is all about?"

She stopped listening to what Krauser was saying and rather focused on his body language. She saw how with every word he says out loud his shoulders become more tense. Some kind of slight anger was about to overtake him.

So what? Let it. She's always liked to fight him when he was pissed off, because then he made more mistakes.

"You know," she started. "you were always an asshole. At least you were a honored one in the past... now, you're simply just an asshole."

She felt Leon's body tense up at her words and she realized he's afraid Krauser will hurt her.

"Enough reminiscing!" this time he couldn't hide his frustration. "Move out and draw fire, soldier!"

She reacted quickly, pulling Leon behind a broken column long before Krauser started to fire. As she sat there, she pulled out her handgun and then put her knife in her shoe. Knowing their ex-major, she'll need that more, but it's better to use that as a surprise.

"Next time, try not to piss him off."

She turned to Leon with a half smile. "What? You think only you can do that, rookie?"

"Stop it!"

"Come on!" she teased with a small smirk. "I know you love it when that name is coming from me."

Leon couldn't hide how his mouth wanted to form a smile. "I let you call me that. Now let's go and kick his ass!"

"Oh, I feel honored!" she said as she got to her knees and shot her first bullet from behind the column.

•••

Fear makes your heart feel full

She felt like her heart stopped beating for a few moments when Leon fell to the ground and it didn't take more than half a second for her to join him on the floor. She landed on her knees as she pressed one of her hands to her chest tightly, still feeling the pain the machine caused as it removed the plaga. The fear that flooded her mind made her numb, her breathing became heavy as she looked up at Ashley and asked her to help her get him up in the medical chair, so they can get the plaga out of him as well.

And now as she sat next to him, holding his hand as she waited for him to wake up she felt like nothing else matters. She won't take a single fucking step without him.

"He'll be fine. I'm sure of it." Ashley said who has found a chair close to them.

"I know." she muttered and she had to swallow, because her mouth felt dry. "I know he will, I'm just- worried about him."

She examined his features, looked him up and down to make sure he's okay - and when she realized he seems calm and relaxed, she felt like she can breath again. Only moments ago he was in pain. She could see it on his face, the way the muscles around his eyes and nose moved... But not anymore. Now he seems to feel better. His cheeks aren't red and the black veins disappeared as well.

"Ashley?"

"Yes?"

"When- when you thought we were dating... You spoke about this, didn't you? How we take care of each other..." she felt her heartbeat quicken as she muttered the last few words.

"Yes, this is what I was talking about."

She looked at Leon again, feeling the pure need to hug him and keep him close so she could feel the heat radiating off of him and feel the way his body is moving with every small breath.

"I don't think I'd be able to feel like this about anyone else... Not even in a relationship."

She could see the soft smile on Ashley's face and for a moment she saw the both of them in a café back in the USA, talking and laughing about nothing at all.

"He's not just a friend, is he?"

"I don't know. Luis said he looks at me like 'tu eres todo su mundo'. Like 'you're his whole world'."

"I can see what he meant by that." for a moment the atmosphere became sad - Luis was still a new loss and a fresh wound, and with that a still present regret. She should've been more playful instead of being an asshole. "That's how you look at Leon everytime we're at the shooting range."

"He looks good at the shooting range." she said without thinking, feeling her cheeks become red soon after.

"You know, it's hard to find a normal guy these days. I'm happy you found each other."

"So you don't have a nice guy in a suit waiting for you at home?" she asked teasingly.

"No. Not really."

"Well I'm sure we can say that after this messed up adventure you won't need one. You'll look after yourself just fine and you'll have time to find that nice guy." she smiled at Ashley who felt more like a friend by now than the president's daughter.

In the next second Leon's hand moved in her hold and she almost fell off the chair. She stood up instead of staying there and she tightened her hold on him.

"Jesus Christ, Leon!" she spoke up, her voice full of both worry and happiness as she looked down at him. "You pull an act like that again and you'll burry me the next time you wake up."

He opened his eyes, the blue irises full of confusion as he looked up at her while he tried to get used to the light.

"The plaga..."

"We removed it." she said, not letting him finish his sentence. "There's no need to worry about that anymore."

She noticed that Ashley walked further away from them, giving them some privacy even if there wasn't another room to go to. Then her gaze was back on Leon again as she slowly let go of his hand.

"You removed it?"

"Yeah, we did." she smiled at him, feeling like her heart is full - full of so many emotions she doesn't know what to feel. "God, I was so worried about you."

"It's fine, I'm fine. Thanks to you."

They smiled at the other with one of those small, shy smiles what paints everyones cheeks pink.

"Can you stand up?"

"Sure, don't worry about that."

But he couldn't stand up. His legs gave up halfway and if she's not there he would've landed on the ground again.

"Careful. You have to take care of yourself." she scolded him as she helped him up, but didn't take a step away from him even when he was standing with a straight back. She craved the closeness more than anything.

"I'm not the priority here."

"Of course you are! To me you fucking are!" the frustration and worry spoke from her without regret and now that she said that out loud, her breathing became heavy.

"Good to know we feel the same about each other."

They didn't speak for a moment and she couldn't do so even if she tried to, because Leon's right hand gently touched her right cheek; his thumb brushing along the angry red cut she got from Krauser's knife.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It never did."

"Such a liar." Leon laughed as he let go of her face.

"But you love me like that."

"Damn right I do."

For a few seconds she forgot how to breath and her chest started to ache, ache from all the bottled up emotions and the realization that he said that out loud. He said that out loud. Her eyes started to sting - God, she's such a weak girl, just like Krauser said in the past; crying over the things she shouldn't cry over...

"You do? You-" she took a deep breath before she continued. "You love me?"

The silence set in again, neither of them daring to speak up. She noticed how Leon shied away from her gaze and how her own heartbeat became dangerously fast.

"Of course he does!" Ashley's voice came so suddenly that she flinched, getting closer to her partner, because she forgot Ashley was still in the room with them. "And if he doesn't take you out on a date when we get back home..."

No one said anything else about that. Leon just pressed a kiss to her forehead, almost giving her a heart attack whille he did so.

"Let's get out of here, yeah? So we can go out on a date..."

She didn't miss Ashley's quiet 'Finally' after they parted. She couldn't miss it even if she tried to.

As they got ready to leave, she noticed that her heart feels full. Full of love, love to give and accept. After all, love is a beautiful and natural thing and she for sure won't be afraid to look at Leon like he's her mundo entero. Not anymore.

[thezombieprostitute]

Sooo, I got this thought and think I share it with you… I know Christmas is over but the thought is there, so it’s Christmas now🙂‍↕️😂

What if… Jake wants to make all pretty for Christmas and when you come home from shopping you find him underneath the Christmas tree stuck in the lights that are supposed to be in the tree.

And you make a joke about it, while he blushes and confesses that he got stuck somehow?😂🥺

Considering I have yet to put away my Christmas tree (I'll be doing it next week) I'm gonna say it's not too late for a Christmas idea.

You'd been having so much trouble getting into the holiday spirit this year. More people to buy for with less money to spend. Exhausted physically and mentally but still having to push yourself to bake, work and meet with friends and family. You just weren't feeling it this year.

Jake was incredibly worried about you. Every year at Christmas you'd never failed to at least somewhat get into the spirit, to play Christmas music while dancing and baking. But he saw your exhaustion and frustration this year.

So he decided to do a little something to help you.

Knowing how much you enjoyed the Christmas tree, especially with the Christmas lights on and the apartment lights off, he decided to start there. You always said you found it so peaceful to just sit and look at the pretty lights and you could use some peace right now.

He sets to, bringing up the tree and decorations from storage. Mentally he goes through the checklist, making sure he adds elements in the same order as you. He's pretty sure it's tinsel, then lights, then ornaments. But it might be lights, then tinsel, then ornaments.

Jake opts to start with the lights but soon has trouble making sure they're properly distributed so he plugs them in so he can see his progress. He ends up so focused on how the lights look in the tree he fails to notice the strings wrapping around his legs as he steps here and there to reach around the tree.

He goes to take another step and staggers, grabbing onto the tree to keep from falling, only to take the tree with him, pinning it against the wall.

Jake takes a breath to steady himself and assess his situation. He's definitely stuck. His feet are trapped in the cords and if he tries to push himself away from the wall, he's going to fall on his back, if he's lucky.

That's when you walk in.

"JAKE! Oh my god, are you okay? What do you need me to do?"

Jake smiles at the fact that your first instinct is to help, not to laugh. With your help he's able to right himself without breaking the tree or tripping on the lights.

It's only after he's finally sitting down and assuring you he's okay that you finally let out your laughter.

"I should've taken a photo," you shake your head. "But I was so worried about you!"

Jake gives you a big hug, "that's because your a good person who makes sure I'm okay before laughing at my stupidity."

"Can I ask why you were setting up the tree without me?"

"You've been so tired and stressed about the holiday. I wanted to do something to help you get into the spirit. I know how much the tree lights help---"

Jake is cut off by you giving him a big kiss. He eagerly returns your energy and almost whines when you pull away.

"Thank you, Jake. I really appreciate this."

His smile grows, "anything for you."

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[yeetus-feetus]

WIP Wednesday

Tumblr prompt: Tim is the first to find out the Red Hood’s identity and from then on sticks to Jason during patrol like glue (much to Jason’s chagrin, dammit, it would feel wrong to beat up Robin when he’s that starry eyed…) Cue: panic from the rest of the batfamily who still think Hood is a 40-something year old crime lord and now assume they’re dating.

@ghost-bxrd

Jason sighs, looking up at the sky dramatically. “Robin, I know you’re following me”, he calls out into the darkness, and there’s shuffling behind him.

He turns around to see Robin step out of the shadows, letting his cape fall apart and reveal bright red and green spandex and kevlar. “I wish the outside of my cape was black, I was running around like a sparkling traffic light”, he pouts under the helmet.

“Mm, maybe you should’ve taken some initiative. I designed my Robin suit all by myself, you took whatever B gave you”, Tim replies teasingly.

Jason chuckles. “Mmm, and maybe you should try humbling yourself every once and a while”. He removes his helmet and quirks an eyebrow from under his domino mask. “Hard to believe Batman never noticed you following him, I noticed you 10 yards back.”

Tim grins, holding his camera up and Jason sticks his tongue out as he takes a photo. “That’s funny, Hood, considering I started following you 50 yards ago. I got bored and started wondering how long it would take you to notice me if I started being less careful.” he explains, looking down at the screen to check the quality of the photo he just took.

“Oh, that right huh?” Jason asks sarcastically, not really believing him.

Tim’s grin widens mischievously and he waves the camera in front of his face. “Want proof, big guy?” he asks.

Jason laughs and snatches the small device, clicking through the recently taken photos. After a moment he groans defeatedly. “Yeah okay, I should've known you’d do something like that you little weirdo. so, how’d I hold up to your little test?”

Tim shrugs. “I wouldn’t call it a test, more of a game to entertain myself really”. But Jason raises his eyebrows up at him, making him sigh. “Yeah okay, you lost the game or failed or whatever. But you did fare better than Big Blue, so there’s that.”

“Oh yeah?” Jason smirks, still clicking through photos.

“Yup”, Tim says, popping the ‘p’. And hoists himself up onto the brick parapet, back facing the city as his feet dangle about an inch off the concrete roof. He tilts his head at Jason when he doesn’t move from where he’s standing, low glow of the open camera screen illuminating his face.

“These are actually really good”, Jason finally says, looking up at him. “Like really clear and in focus. It’s impressive”. He walks over and hands the camera back, leaning against the brick.

“Thanks”, Tim smiles. “I’ve always been really into photography, y'know? It’s like capturing a moment in time and immortalising it, so it will exist forever, even when I'm gone. I really like that aspect of it”.

Jason hums in response. “Never took you as someone sentimental”, he comments.

Tim is quiet, but it’s obvious he’s thinking. And then he hums back. “I didn’t realise I was either”.

This time Jason is the one observing, watching Tim rub his thumb over the side of his camera, and wonders if Tim felt the same way about his photos from before he died, if he looked at the the same way he’s looking at these photos now… if he kept jason alive in still frames while he was gone.

Then he decides he’s making it too deep and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it as Tim turns his head towards him and scrunches up his nose. “Gross, dude.”

“What?” Jason asks, mildly offended.

“I hate the smell of cigarettes”, Tim states. “I don’t care if you smoke them just, not around me, please”, he says, nose still scrunched as he shimmies away, keeping his hands braced on the brick so he doesn’t fall backwards.

Normally, Jason would roll his eyes and take a deep inhale, maybe blow the smoke back out into the other person's face just to spite them. But Tim isn’t telling him not to smoke, he’s asking him not to smoke around him. And, maybe Tim’s scrunched up nose is kinda cute.

So he snubs the cigarette out and puts it back in its box to save for later. “Fine, but I’m getting something to eat then”, Jason complains.

“Cool, I know a really good burrito place not far from here”, Tim smiles, and then he’s throwing himself backwards off the roof, laughing loudly when Jason rushes up to look over the edge.

“You little fucker!” Jason shouts out as he watches Robin shoot his grappling line and swing from a lower roof across the way. “Oh, I’m gonna get that little shit!”, he grumbles to himself, taking a breath to calm the sudden spike of worried adrenaline Tim caused before chasing after him.

Tim pays for their burritos and a tub of Mexican rice before Jason even has the chance to get out his wallet, and they end up eating them on a roof together a block away.

“Ohh yeah, this is good stuff”, Jason moans around a mouthful, and Tim giggles around his plastic spoon. “Okay, you’re forgiven for scaring the shit out of me earlier”, he mumbles, taking another bite of his burrito.

Tim sits the rice aside to take a picture of Jason with food on his face, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. Then another photo of Jason sticking the finger up at him. “Lol thats gold, I might make that my laptop’s screensaver”, Tim laughs.

“The laptop you keep all your creepy stalker folders on?” Jason asks, mouth still half-full, leaning over to try and get a look at the camera screen. “oh my god I look so stupid, please don’t!” he laughs.

“Oh gross Jason!” Tim squeals, brushing little bits of burrito off his suit. “Stop talking with your mouth full, you’re getting food everywhere!” but Jason only laughs harder, and ends up choking.

Tim rubs his back as he chokes and sputters over the edge of the roof, and laughs at his expense. “Here, have some of my water.”

Jason ends up chugging all of Tim’s water, so Tim steals his Soda in retaliation. It ends up as a game of rooftop tag until they’re both out of breath and decide to head to their separate ways to get some rest.

And that becomes a frequent occurrence on quiet nights after that. Sometimes even working together on a few cases. It’s honestly quite a lot of fun for both of them, a nice change of pace from the usual doom and gloom of Gotham’s streets.

⧫

Tim is tinkering away with some sort of gadget in the Batcave one afternoon when Alfred stops by with some snacks on a silver platter. “Everything alright with you young sir?” he asks politely.

“Yeah Alf, everything's great actually”, Tim replies cheerfully. But Alfred loiters by him for a few moments too long, making Tim lift his head to look at him questioningly. “What’s up?”

Alfred frowns. “Nothing, Master Timothy. Just, do know that you can come to talk to me about anything if you need, absolutely anything”. He pats Tim on the shoulder in some kind of gesture of comfort before leaving Tim confused at his desk.

What was that about?

But Tim is even more confused later on patrol with Batman. Which was already odd actually, usually they don’t patrol together unless they’re working on a case together, or on a mission, or just something important– there’s nothing important happening tonight. B just told him that they were patrolling Midtown and to get in the batmobile.

And so there they were, driving around in dead silence.

“So… Tim, how’ve you been lately?” B asks, voice gruff and tone awkward.

That makes Tim turn around in his seat to face the older man with his whole body, confusion and worry on his face. “I’m good… why the sudden interest?” he asks cautiously. “Is there something up that I should be worried about?”

Bruce grunts and spares a glance at him before looking back at the road. “I was just asking.” and then, after a few beats of quiet: “You’ve been spending an awful amount of time around the Narrows and Crime Alley”, he states. Oh. That’s Jason’s territory.

Oh.

“Are you worried about Red Hood or something?” Tim asks. Well, this is… complicated.

Bruce grunts again. “Or something.” he turns the car around a sharp corner and Tim braces himself against the seat at the sudden change of route.

He thinks whatever that conversation is over, but a few moments later Batman speaks up again. “Just stay away from him. He’s bad news Robin.” Tim turns to give him a look. “I’m serious. No more patrolling Uptown”.

“What!?” Tim asks. “Are you banning me or something??”

“Yes.” And Tim knows his word is final. Batman’s word is law after all.

He huffs and sits back in his seat, crossing his arms like a petulant child.

Fine, he won’t patrol in Uptown. He’ll just have to figure out a way to convince Jason to meet with him in Midtown somehow. No, that won’t work. Red Hood won’t leave his turf unattended to.

Buut. there is a loophole here that he can take advantage of…

[nqmonarch]

Aeon Brainrot Fic Part 1

Goal: Make a yandere Aeon harem. This is part 1, introducing Aeon 1, guess who it is (it's in the tags).

Aeons can transform into human forms to like blend in and shit, they're still Aeons but they're not the size of a planet. It's like true form human form shit, not sure if that's canon (it is for Aha apparently) but it is in this story.

CW: None, but this series will probably become a yandere one later (but that's not in this part) so get attached at your own risk.

Your search history was downright concerning.

Hot Aeons near me

Would you die if you fucked an Aeon

Fuli video IPC

How to talk to an Aeon

Can you bring dead Aeons back to life

Who is Idrila

Can you date Aeons

That was okay so long as none of your coworkers knew about it. People on Herta's Space Station tended to have some weird interests but yours... they'd gone a bit far. On the bright side thanks to your knowledge of Aeons (even if it was due to unsavory desires like holding an Aeon's hand) you'd been recruited to help with the Simulated Universe.

You just weren't allowed to experience it yourself. Huge L for you. Instead you had to watch as this random space racoon ran through it all AND HOLY SHIT DID THEY JUST GET KISSED BY YAOSHI? NO FUCKING WAY!!!

"Trailblazer," You were near tears when they exited the simulation causing them to rush over to you, "How-- how could you? I thought we were friends..."

The Trailblazer looked at you nervously like a lost child as Herta let out a 'tch', "Control yourself," She turned to the trailblazer and began to brief them about Yaoshi all while you stared at the floor in despair.

"...It should've been me..." You whispered punching the floor softly and then apologizing to it, the floor didn't deserve that.

Sure you may be a minor fan of the Aeons, they were really cool, and maybe you made fanart and fanfiction of them and consumed a lot of it (the very little there was, to be honest the majority of the merch was by you) and bought all the merch even the overpriced Qlipoth merch from the IPC and maybe-- Okay you were a fan. You weren't a fanatic though it wasn't like you were stalking the Aeons or giving them gifts but... No. Your morals went against that, you were a good person who just happened to like atrocious people.

But Aeons couldn't be judged by human standards, so you couldn't say they were atrocious. But it'd be so cool-- so so cool to meet one. You at least had to try, but how?

You gave up. It was impossible to meet an Aeon of your own will, and once more you were confined to your bed of tears. You weren't able to stay in your room and cry for long though because this new researcher had taken up a hobby of annoying you. You didn't even know their name they were just always there.

You were making some work appropriate art of Tayzzyronth, a beautiful creature despite the destruction it left in its wake. You heard it'd been born out of loneliness being the last of its species-- ISN'T THAT TRAGIC?! You really wanted to hug the poor bug. But if it wasn't for that loneliness it would never be able to become the beautiful Aeon it could be, what a tragedy...

"So, whatcha doing?" An androgynous voice came from behind you, as you shot into the air, and slapped your hand over the person's eyes.

Oh it was them, you should really figure out their name, "Shit-- I thought I told you to stop sneaking up behind me?!" The panic was barely concealed in your voice as they slipped their hand up to remove your hand from their eyes.

"Damn, you suck!" They said, the audacity of this no name researcher!

You glared at them, holding your hand to your chest, "Excuse me?!"

Unfortunately for you, they took the opportunity to look at your laptop behind you, "Ooo where'd you get this photo?"

You were going to cry. Actually, maybe if you knocked them out you could convince them it was a hallucination. Well, a good punch to the head should do it! You raised your fist and punched them straight in the jaw. They stumbled back, still clearly conscious, and a light blush on their cheeks.

Maybe you should've aimed for the eyes? Eh, whatever you could just keep going until they were knocked out. You raised your hand again, maybe a good slap across the cheek would be better. It connected with a snap, leaving a red imprint on their cheek.

Fuck, they were still conscious. How were you going to explain this, actually, you should've tried this to start with.

You stared dead into the new researcher's eyes, "You were hallucinating."

Both of their cheeks were red as they blinked at you with amber eyes, once and then twice before beginning to laugh, "Ahahahahaha!" They began to clutch their stomach and you began to look around for a weapon.

You had no other choice now, "Man I really didn't think you'd do that!" They spoke elatedly, as you grabbed the monitor from your desk, they paused. "Wait what are you doing?" You raised the monitor above your head and they began to laugh hysterically again.

You paused letting out an aggrieved sigh, "Stop laughing!" What was wrong with this person?! Sure the researcher's at Herta's Space Station were weird but this one was extra weird-- actually you'd met weirder. You lowered the monitor and stared at them calculatingly.

"Aw, why'd you stop?" They teased you, leaning closer to you.

You don't think you'd be able to get away with murder. "I wasn't going to do anything." You stared blankly into their eyes and put the monitor away.

"Oh c'mon, is it because I was laughing?" They scuttled after you like a rodent, "Do it, do it!" They egged you on, "Why're you putting it away?"

You looked back at them blankly, "It was never out in the first place. You're hallucinating."

They blinked back, once, twice, "So... was I also hallucinating about the Tayzzyronth fanart you made?" This bastard. No, no if you killed someone you'd get found out. Maybe you could lure them to one of those airlocks and they could mysteriously fall out into space? Yeah, yeah, that'd be good.

But right now, you heard the steps of several researchers shit-- break must be over. You ran over to your computer closing out of your drawing program, and fifteen different tabs all relating to Aeons, then cleared your search history. You were safe another day.

Except... you stared over at the unknown researcher, "Not a fucking word."

They nodded, and you heard your coworkers enter, "Y/N, you stayed behind for lunch? Make sure to take care of yourself too," Generic coworker number one said and you nodded absentmindedly in response as the unknown researcher turned to them.

"Hey do you guys want to see this really cool art Y/--" That fucker. You ran over, slapping your hand over their mouth, and letting out a nervous laugh.

You stared at your coworkers, "Uh my... my..." fuck if only you knew this person's name, "lover,"

YOU COULD'VE SAID RESEARCHER WHY DID YOU SAY LOVER WHY WAS THAT WHAT YOUR MIND WENT TO-- NO DEAL WITH IT LATER YOU HAD TO FOCUS GET IN THE ZONE! GET IN THE FUCKING ZONE!

"Yes, my lover seems a bit tired I will uh put them to rest, please give me some time," You said letting out a small forced laugh and you heard the unnamed researcher begin to laugh from behind your hand you turned to them with a glare and whispered, "I will choke you."

With that you dragged them out of the room, keeping your hand over their mouth. Once you left the room you decided to let them breathe but instantly regretted it, "Choke me like you hate me but you love me--"

"Why are you like this?" You stared at the researcher pitifully and they only smiled at you.

"So about that fanart--" They began.

"Can you keep your mouth shut?!" Sure it was known that you studied Aeons but, your personal feelings weren't as well known. Maybe you could just write it off as research?

Somehow this lead to you and this random ass researcher whose name you still didn't know in your room late at night. In exchange for their silence you had to show them your collection, which they were now leisurely thumbing through.

"Ooo, I always felt like IX would be super cuddly if they weren't like doomed to kill whoever they were near, just the vibes," They commented offhandedly looking at some of your fanfiction.

"Right?! You get it!" You said excitedly and at their stare changing to focus on you, you immediately receded into yourself, "Why did you want to look at this anyway?"

They blinked at you, once and then twice before a smile stretched their cheeks wide, "It's funny. I've met followers of Yaoshi who worshipped the ground they stepped on like little dogs! The Annihilation Gang would've done anything for their "savior" Nanook. But..." They stared at you, cheeks rosy and excited, "to love them all with such fanaticism, even I could barely stand Tayzzyronth! They were amusing but became tiring quickly. It's just fun." They grinned at you ecstatically.

"I'm not a fanatic," You said in defense, "I can just admire the beauty of the things around me."

"Ahaha yes, yes!" They nodded at your words and then with eyes still in the shape of crescents asked, "Do you have any works of Aha by chance?"

You perked up at their sudden interested and cleared your throat, "I mean obviously, each Aeon has their own strong suit and beauty. Even one that only chases laughter with no regard of their effect on their world. There's still something so charming about it," You said seriously staring into the researcher's eyes.

They read through fanfiction, admired fanart, and then broke your piece of merch. That fucker--

"Are you asking to get hit?" Your smile was strained as they laughed before pausing.

"It's starting to get boring again," They muttered and looked at you, thinking for a moment before shrugging, "I'll be back! Don't forget me, okay?"

You stared at them blankly, "Yeah, by the way, who are you?"

"Ahahaha!" They let out a laugh as you remained emotionless, "I was..." they placed their finger to their chin and then pointed it at you, "your lover right?"

With that you watched their body disappear into a stack of cards which fluttered throughout the room. What the-- Had you been hallucinating all along?! You stared at the space where they had once been.

If it wasn't a hallucination it was someone strong, who derived joy from making people embarrassed, and wanted entertainment-- maybe a slight masochist as well based on their reaction from you hitting them? Your heart began to speed up, if they were an Aeon it would be Aha but... Aha would probably bring more chaos with them, more destroyed things.

A card landed on your cheek and you moved to brush it off, but it stuck. And then the rest of the cards began to turn to your body and glide toward it.

"What the fuck..." You stared at them for a split moment before beginning to run. Fuck-- it didn't matter who they were! No way was that an Aeon! Probably was just another asshole from your department playing a prank on you!

Why were the cards still chasing you?! Surely if you ran enough they'd stop! You raced through the space ship until you eventually reached the room that was the entrance to the simulated universe. Oh there was the trailblazer and Herta how convenient!

"Can I get some help?!" You called out and they both turned to you, unfortunately talking made you slow down a bit and--

"Mfmph..." You were a card mummy now great, at least you found someone that can help-- WERE THEY IGNORING YOU? AFTER ALL YOU DID? TRAILBLAZER NO-- YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE FRIENDS

Yandere parts won't be showing yet, they'll show later when some more Aeons are introduced (on this note I really do have to catch up with sim universe for the few crumbs of Aeons we're allowed because like 75% of this is just my delusions, but hey that's fun).

Pretty sure Aha is canonically a masochist because of the Aha doll thing. Anyway I feel like Aha would eat up someone being like romantically into not just one Aeon (like the one they worship) but literally wanting to fuck all the Aeons including Tayzyyronth which let's be honest, people aren't super big on because of the murder.

Also I feel like Aha would be into fanfiction and fanart and all that stuff? Dude would be one of those fans that leaves trolling hate comments on their favorite work but if the author stops updating they will hunt them down.

Anyway don't let that distract you from the fact you were about to murder a new researcher over seeing your Tayzzyronth fanart.

I wrote this in 2 hours on the spur of a whim

[avatar-anna]

Nothing Left to Lose

saw this photo on pinterest and got inspired! happy weekend, y'all!

Masterlist

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"Where the hell have you been?"

"Don't—Don't ask me that. Please."

"Why?"

Harry sighed and rubbed a tired hand over his face, wincing when his fingertips came back with blood on them. "Because we promised not to lie to each other, and I don't want to give you an answer you won't like."

"Damn it, Harry!"

Y/n looked like she wanted to hit something, probably him, but he was too far out of reach. Angry tears lined her eyes as she took an anxious drag from the cigarette that dangled between her fingers, but Harry knew better than to go to her. She was pissed, and he needed to let her seethe properly before comforting her.

"I'm sorry—"

"You're not because you keep doing it!" A tear slipped from Y/n's eye, but she quickly wiped it away. "I told you I didn't want any part of this life. You said—You said you wouldn't do this anymore."

"This isn't something you just send your two weeks notice into, Y/n. I can't just say, 'I quit.'"

"Don't try to explain that bullshit to me, Harry!"

That was a wrong choice of words. Sighing, Harry took a chance and stepped closer to Y/n. "I'm trying, Y/n, really. I know it doesn't sound like it, but I am. I just don't...I don't know how to safely get out of this."

"Then let's run away," Y/n said, grabbing onto his hands desperately, neither of them minding the smoke curling between them. Harry's knuckles were split and bruised, dried blood caked around them, though most of it wasn't his, yet she held onto them anyway. Y/n had never been one to shy away from a little blood. "We can go somewhere, anywhere. The world is such a big place Harry. His network doesn't stretch that far. We can—We can forget all of this."

"It's not that easy—"

"He's using you!" she cried. "He's using you to get to me, you have to know that, Harry."

Harry held her face in his hands as he rested his forehead against hers. He knew nothing about the life they shared was easy. From the moment he stumbled into the bar she worked at, battered and bruised and reeking of trouble, he knew. Y/n had known right away that he was one of her father's men, even if the easily recognizable tattoo that curled around his shoulder and up his neck was covered thanks to the hoodie he wore. What she didn't know was that he'd been purposely tasked with keeping an eye on her, a direct order from her father. That little secret came out months after they met, after Harry realized he was falling for Y/n and that he couldn't hide it anymore.

This wasn't what he expected out of life. He'd fallen into the wrong crowd long before he ever should've, and it spiraled into a life he knew he shouldn't have been proud of. But the money was good and if he kept his head down he didn't get into any serious trouble. There were a couple nights where guilt kept him from sleeping, or when he lied awake in a safehouse because someone else fucked up and he had to disappear for a few days. Maybe his line of work wasn't something to be proud of, but he grew up believing he wouldn't amount to anything, and this life, the one he built for himself, was his and his alone.

All that changed when he met Y/n, though.

He'd never met her prior to the job her father had tasked him with. His boss' daughter was elusive at best, but it was well-known that they were estranged. But Y/n's father still considered her his greatest pride and joy, hence sending Harry to keep an eye on her to make sure she was safe. He'd taken the job, mostly because he couldn't really say no to his boss, but also because he thought it would be easy enough, stress free.

Falling in love was never the objective, yet here he was, and it killed him to see his love cry.

"I know," Harry said quietly, maybe even sounding a little defeated.

"I want a life with you, H," Y/n pleaded, resting her hands over his. "I want a long life with you without my father's shadow hanging over our heads. This...this isn't living. We're hiding."

"I know," he said again. "I know, you're right."

"I love you," Y/n said. "So much, H. That's why it freaks me out when you leave and come back like this. I...I hate what he does. He ruins people, Harry."

Part of him believed it was impossible to get out from under her father's thumb, and part of him was scared of leaving everything he'd ever known behind to start over somewhere new. But for Y/n, he was willing to try. A future with her was worth running into unknown territory.

Harry tried for a smile and kissed Y/n's forehead. "If it makes you feel better, I had a terrible night."

"Mm...Maybe a little," she said, a small smile creeping onto her face.

"Is persuading you to kiss it all away off the table?"

Y/n's smile softened into something more somber. "Promise me we'll run away."

Harry looked into Y/n's eyes, saw all the hurt that the cuts and bruises and blood he came home covered in affected her. He wasn't just looking out for himself anymore, Y/n was a part of his life he wasn't willing to give up. She was a non-negotiable, and making her happy had to be his top priority.

"We'll run away," he promised. "Wherever you wanna go, baby. Just you and me."

"Really?" she asked, as if she actually thought Harry wouldn't agree.

"Name a time and place, and we'll go," he said. "I love you, Y/n. I'm in this with you. All of that bullshit means nothing when I have you."

Y/n exhaled, and Harry could practically see a weight lift from her shoulders. Leaning in, she kissed him once, pulling back and giggling a little as she rubbed a thumb gently over the cut on his lip. Pressing one kiss to his cheek, she took his hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom they shared.

"Let's see about getting those cuts cleaned up."

"I've actually got one that needs really special attention—"

"Shut up, Styles!"

Harry just grinned as he took the cigarette from Y/n's offering hand and put it in his mouth, happy to hear the laughter in Y/n's voice. There was light for them at this long, winding tunnel. He believed in it, he wanted it enough to believe in it. Harry had never tried to leave this life behind because it was all he'd ever known, there was no reason to try to build a life outside of the crimes he committed. Y/n should've felt that way too, but she didn't. She wanted more for herself, and for him now too. Harry was willing to give up everything, to risk everything, to make sure he was happy, that he was able to give her the life that she wanted.

And if slipping between the fingers of the most powerful man in the city was what she wanted, then he'd find a way to make it happen.

[erikiara80]

Something about Jonathan and different timelines

In every season Jon feels guilty for not being there when something bad happens to Will, but he's also the character who always notices Will's struggle, and the one with the camera, who films (just the good stuff!) and takes photos, like the only photo of the Demogorgon.

He observes people and captures the right moment-> the truth

I think they're hinting at something with Jon not being there, but also the one who sees important things.

I wonder if this means that (theory 1): when something bad happened in the past, he was there but didn't do anything/ didn't help, because he was scared. Or did something that made things worse.

Or (theory 2): if there is an original timeline that was split into two because of the experiments, maybe the family... changed. Maybe Joyce was originally married to Hopper and they had Will (and another kid? El? Sarah?) But then Lonnie Byers did something to Will (in The first Shadow he says he stole baby Jesus from the nativity scene, and in the show there are hints at a car crash). And if that's when the lab took Will, the week as the subject of the program mentioned in the newspaper at the end of S1, it's possible that another timeline created a different past in which Joyce married Lonnie, like Lorraine married Biff in BTTF Part II. And they had Jon. So now we're seeing a wrong timeline that has new elements and elements from the original timeline. A labyrynth of memories and people perfoming in a silly, terrible play -> not living their real lives...

Joke or clue?

There are many references to rabbits in the show, and Jon is the one who says that Lonnie made him kill a rabbit the day of his tenth birthday. Then Jon cried for a week. Maybe that means that in the timeline we're seeing, he's taken the place of someone else in the family? He sort of "killed" them when a "new timeline was born?"

And who knows what happens when the two timelines finally combine

In Dark Crystal, the heroes must heal the Crystal of Truth and make it whole again

At the beginning of S1, Jon says that he should've been there for Will

He also says that he wasn't around when his parents loved each other. And they associated this with guns and killing rabbits. Interesting.

End of the season

In S2, he tells Will "I'm sorry I wasn't here"

End of the season (it's 7:04 pm. 7+4=11)

In S3, Will says "You weren't there?" when Nancy tells them about Mrs Driscoll being fully possessed in the hospital, a parallel to Will in the cabin. In fact, I don't think it's a coincidence that it's Will who points out that Jon wasn't there where he was needed. But this time Jon says: "Well, I'm here now"

End of the season

And in S4 Jon is often stoned and tells Will that he's sorry he wasn't there for him, because he was hiding from his own problems.

But he reassures him that he will always be there for him, no matter what (they better not erase or kill this wonderful boy)

He always sees the truth

Another thing I noticed. In S2 we learn that Jon was there for Will when they built Castle Byers together, after their father left. But if the timeline theory is correct, and there are two timelines, I wonder if the father who "left"/was separated from his family, is actually Hopper, Will's dad (who's in the shed with them, btw). Building Castle Byers would make much more sense. Will didn't really need a place to hide after his violent father left, but he would've needed it if the timeline had changed and the man who hurt him had become his father. Like Biff becomes Marty's father in BTTF, after he kills George.

Another possible hint is that Lonnie seems to only "care" about Jon. He's an awful father, but he tells Jon to move to Indianapolis, so he can see him more. He doesn't care about Will at all. Yes, because Will is queer and Lonnie is homophobic. But maybe this is also how the writers are subtely telling us that Jon is his son, but Will is not.

More strange details: the Will and Jon photo in 1x01

[silverynight]

Same anon as the Izuku has freckles everywhere.

Maybe because Katsuki has now felt the bumps on Izuku's thighs, he likes touching his hand over things that have weird imprints.

Paint that never dried properly so now it has wrinkles? He runs his hand over those. Cracks and small holes on walls? Those too. Bro even learned braille because of it.

Meanwhile Izuku things Katsuki hate's it when he tries to touch him. Hugs must be a no-no to Katsuki now so Izuku takes note of that. Handshake's too, are high fives even allowed? Now we have an Izuku who isn't smiling often and is seen constantly sulking in the corner, or completely blanked out. Hell he hasn't taken his notebook out to write down small bits of fun facts. Hell no muttering?! The halls and classrooms have never been this awfully quiet and people are worried.

At some point Kirishima asks if katsuki knows what's up with Izuku and to Katsuki's surprise he actually hasn't noticed. He was too busy Wondering how someone with toned muscles like Izuku has soft thighs.

Obviously he had to talk to Izuku about this.

Katsuki: nerd.

Izuku: Kacchan! ... Kacchan... Hey..

Katsuki: okay stop with the sulking face what's up with you.

Izuku: huh? No it's nothing really I'm just- it's just hot! Summer and all it takes most of my energy away!

Katsuki: .. bullshit.

Izuku: huh?

Katsuki: BULLSHIT.

Izuku: WHUH?! what do you mean???

Katsuki: your dumbass is a terrible liar. Tell me what's up. If you think Im being sentimental then you're damn wrong.

Izuku: ... You punched me because I grabbed your hand at the pool.

Katsuki: ... Huh.

Izuku: you don't like it when I hold your hand kacchan???

Katsuki: ???

Izuku: do you hate my touch that much???

Katsuki: ?!?!?!

Izuku: you should've just said so instead of punching me!

Katsuki: OKAY FIRST OFF. YOU FORCIBLY MADE ME TOUCH YOUR THIGHS JUST TO FEEL YOUR FRECKLES. SECOND. THATS A DUMB FUCKING REASON.

Izuku: NO IT'S NOT! THIS MEANS I CANT HUG YOU ANYMORE! O-OR HIGH FIVE OR-

Katsuki: YOU DUMB SOCIALLY UNAWARE BITCH.

Izuku: excuse me?!

Katsuki: EVEN IF OUR RELATIONSHIP IS FIXED NOW AND WE'RE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT I LITERALLY BULLIED YOU.

Izuku: what does that have to-

Katsuki: you made me touch your thigh.

Izuku: and?

Katsuki: ...

Izuku: and???

Katsuki: ... Do you just let everyone touch your thigh???

Izuku: no?

Katsuki: ...

Izuku: ...

Katsuki: ...

Izuku: oh.

Katsuki: ...

Izuku: OH.

Katsuki: HAVE YOU CONNECTED THE DOTS YET?

Izuku: *biting his fist.* AAAAAHHHH

Katsuki: yeah bet you're embarrassed.

Izuku crouched to his knees and hid his head in his arms.

Izuku: that's so embarrassing

Katsuki: oh I bet it is.

Izuku: does this mean I can still hug you?

Katsuki: oh heck yeah I don't really mind.

Izuku: I'm sorry for making you touch my thigh, sigh...

Katsuki: hahaha lol if you want me to touch your thighs. You could just ask me out on a date.

...

...

...

...

...

...

Izuku: what?

Katsuki: what.

Izuku: kacchan what?

Katsuki: okay I'm gonna punch this wall and leave- *punches wall and starts darting through the hallway*

Izuku: WAIT COME BACK! YOU LIKE ME KACCHAN??? NO WAIT DO YOU WANT ME TO ASK YOU OUT? WAIT DIDN'T YOU JUST ASK ME OUT??? KACCHAN!!!

Anyways so Ochako then found them at the school pool again and this time she saw them kiss and snapped a photo and added it to her and the girls gc. And now they're dating HORRAY???

It took them a while, but they ended up together.

[armins-used-qtip]

It was no secret that Connie found you alluring. Even from the first time you met him, he let his eyes linger for longer than acceptable. Whenever you're with him you can feel his burning stare, especially on your body. He's a nice guy, although you don't know him very well since he's your boyfriend's friend not yours. Despite his attraction to you he would never act on it, he's a good friend after all.

You and your boyfriend, Eren, had a very closed off and intimate sex life. But he was a freak so you often found yourself doing... questionable things.

Being the hoarder you are, you had a small, white shoebox tucked under your bed. It was filled with mementos from your relationship. Ticket stubs, receipts, bracelet boxes, anything really.

Connie didn't know how he found himself in your room searching through your belongings like a pervert.

Earlier Connie had gotten a call from Eren

"Yo, Y/N sleeping at mine again. Could you do me a favour and go get her backpack from her dorm"

"Why do I have to get it. Why can't you or her?"

"She's in a lecture right now and I have to meet Armin in about.... 10 minutes. Please bro just this once??"

"....fine"

"Cheers bro, the keys under her rug."

There he was. Searching through your stuff, with no aim in mind. The backpack had already been found, so he should've left. But for some reason he felt like he'd be missing an opportunity if he left so quickly.

He slumped down against your bedframe, when he felt something poke him in the back. "Hmm... 'me and ren' what's this?"

He grabbed the white shoebox that was poking him. It was what he expected, just some cute memories and shit. Just as he was about to put the box back something glossy caught his eye. He wiggled his fingers further in the box to retrieve it. Nothing could've prepared him for what he saw. It was a small Polaroid. He couldn't tear his eyes from it, he was mortified but totally mesmerised.

You were positioned ass up on the very bed Connie was leaning on, completely naked. You had a gag in your mouth and your arms were tied. There was a pair of hands roughly  spreading you apart, Erens obviously.

Connie was so taken aback by this photo. He had completely stilled, too scared to even move a muscle. He never took you for someone to be into that sort of thing. The more he thought about it, the hotter he felt his body get.

This is wrong. I shouldn't be looking at this Connie consciousness began knawing at him. Yet he just couldn't put it down. His eyes focused on your pussy, it was being manhandled by Eren. He felt terrible but a small part of him wished he was the one behind the camera, not Eren. A dry gulp was all he could form as he felt his pants get tighter.

"Shit" A wave of realisation hit him and he put the Polaroid down. This was bad and he knew it. He stood up and looked around your room. "Just get the bag and leave" he muttered to himself. First he had to put that Polaroid back in its place. He kneeled down and took the Polaroid, facing it the other way, and put it back in the box. He then noticed there were more. He felt guilty but not guilty enough to stop. He grabbed the stack and looked through them. Each one was somehow better than the last. His favourite was the one where you were on the bathroom floor, with your fingers deep in yourself. Eren was nowhere to be seen, unlike the other ones that were all clearly taken by him. This one was a selfie, maybe you had taken it for Eren?

He did something dumb. He slipped it into his back pocket and put the rest away, tucking the box back under your bed. He was thinking with his very erect dick rather than his mind. He could barely walk because he was so painfully hard. All he wanted in that moment was your pretty lips wrapped around him. A loud groan left him at the thought of you on your knees for him. His mind was so fuzzy from the pure arousal, he had to sort his hard-on out.

He stumbled into your washroom. He was looking for them. The pink frilly underwear he caught a glimpse of yesterday when you were at Erens. A small part of him hoped he didn't find them because he had no idea what he was about to do to them, all he knew was that he needed them. The way this man was behaving anyone would think he was inebriated, but no the only thing he was drunk off was the thought of your body underneath his. He dug through your clothes basket. He found them. It wasn't purposeful, but a small laugh erupted from him. Was he this pathetic? Was he really about to wank off to his best friend's girlfriend?

He looked at the thong style underwear in his hand. There was a dark patch where your pussy would have been. The sight of this had him panting heavily. All his guilt was washed away the second he brought them up to his nose, taking in the smell of you. Any common sense he had was now gone and replaced with pure, primitive lust. He swore it was impossible to become harder than he was, yet he found himself growing evermore. It was painful, he was so, so hard. He felt like a helpless puppy in heat. He reached his hands into his sweats and pulled out his rock solid dick. There was precum dribbling down the side. With the pink panties in his nose he began pumping his hand up and down his cock. He hissed at the feeling, he felt more sensitive down there than usual. He brought the underwear away from his nose and uncrumpled it. His stare was directed at the dark patch, even the sight of it nearly made him cum. He brought it to his mouth and began to lick the spot. The grip he had on his dick got tighter and he began pumping faster. Quiet and broken whimpers left his mouth, muffled by the fabric of your panties. He savoured the salty taste as if it was a 5 star meal. The pressure in his stomach was building up and he threw his head back in response. This time he held the underwear's dark spot to his swollen tip. The panties stuck to him as he jerked off into them. This was nearly enough for him to come undone, his movements were becoming sloppier and lost their rhythm. He whimpered and moaned your name as the coil in his stomach snapped. The deepest and guttural moans left him as he emptied himself onto your pink panties. Hot cum spilled into his hands as he tried to control his breathing.

"Shit" he panicked at the sight of your ruined panties. Still in a state of stupidity he shoved the dirtied underwear in his coat pocket.

His mind was racing on his way to Erens dorm. How would he look you in the eyes? What if you noticed your pants and your Polaroid were gone? But it was too late to return them now.

Knock knock

"Eren bro are you in? I've got your girls bag" Connie was surprised to see you open the door.

"I'm not 'Erens girl' I have a name" you said bitterly and took the bag from his hands.

Just as you were about to shut the door you spoke out

"Oh and uh... I have a camera in my dorm room"

You watched in amusement as Connie's soul left his body. His pathetic stammers only made you laugh.

" don't worry I won't tell Eren, but I want my Polaroid back" you said putting your hand out. He reluctantly reached into his back pocket and put the Polaroid in your hand.

"Thanks Connie" you offered a sweet smile before you shut the door in his face. How cute.

Ok that's the end. I've never written smut before so um if it's bad deal with it?

[a-radi0]

I PROMISE I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT THIS(ok maybe i forgot to post all these old updates before i drew full backrounds here but here it is-)

And we're in the 70s! If his outfit looks similar to that old photo with Val, it's because this is about when he enters their afterlives. The turtleneck under the blazer was a popular 70s style. Again also this was me doodling how vox would update himself over the decades and kinda just spitting out dialogue that i had in my head for it. I didnt originally intend it to have lore or alastor to be involved at all, but here we are. Vox is gaining color, not as crisp as our modern tech but it's there! His palette is still somewhat muted due to the differences in the 70s vs the current HD. Vox is now trying to show off a bit, thinking his growing power will impress alastor. Alastor not being the biggest fan of screens, still doesnt care to join him. The biggest thing is i feel like this is where al really started to distance himself. Partially because of Val and partially because the sides of vox he liked were being lost to his capitalistic greed. Now he sees vox has a strong ally, and one he despises at that. He's thinking he should've taken vox out sooner, but on the other hand, leave the industry completely to val? Either way is a headache to him.

Vox thinks a new business partner might make al jealous. all that new business partner did in the end was drive him further away. Al is also seeing through the nice guy act, vox is not good at being subtle in what he wants. Both of them can be fairly obvious in intentions but vox doesn't have the way with words al does, hence his hypnosis abilities come into play when he needs them. Vox does care about his image and his brand, al felt long ago that he did more than he cared about his "friend" and still treats trying to get Al to be with him as a sales pitch.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

[psychopomp-namine]

it's interesting that yingdu E1 is gonna be the episode that really tells you if you like S1 story structure more, or S2 story structure more.

I thought yingdu would be more like S2 but I'm actually pleasantly surprised it starts more like S1? and I already knew this about myself but I really loved the episodic, slice of life nature of the first half of S1 (and the chibi shorts). I loved S2 and all, but the first time I fell in love with link click it was because of the day-to-day kind of issues they face before they started playing mind games with other people who have abilities like them. and I think I wouldn't have enjoyed S2 or even the back half of S1 if the show didn't start with episodic, low stakes cases. of course, I think they'll probably mix both storytelling styles this special season.

but idk, I really missed that vibe. shiguangling being domestic is sweet. I did like the cosplay story more than vivian's story, though I think them trying to set up the scammer parallel to lu guang was funny. I think cheng xiaoshi shines a lot in these kinds of moments because he's very empathetic even with the little things. lu guang is the one dealing with a lot of big picture stuff (time and death itself) but cheng xiaoshi? he just wants to set up a photography studio and maybe help a couple of people out when he can. play basketball. find a cosplayer to return her paintings. help their student council president to not get scammed.

he's just a little guy! look at him! he thrives in low stakes situations!! give him milk tea and he's happy 🤗

I think the most surprising details in this episode were:

lu guang is in the anime club :o

lu guang kept a detailed notebook of the past?? damn. I feel like he spent one timeline just memorizing and noting down events, down to the last minute.

"your eyes remind me of two people I knew" holy shit. time traveler parents possibly true. what if cheng xiaoshi's parents are lost to the time stream? like, they faced the consequences lu guang said you'd face if you stayed more than 12 hours into a picture (notably though, lu guang doesn't seem? to have this issue when he dives? or I guess past 12 hours you get "stuck" in the past and aren't able to come back to your "present")

what is up with cheng xiaoshi always wanting lu guang to be his partner "for life" asdfghjkl. my guy. you're so sweet

lu guang moves into the photo studio during their university years and bridon happens right after. and he's wearing cheng xiaoshi's summer clothes...

cheng xiaoshi did not clap when he activated his powers with the bridon picture (his hands were holding the envelope and the picture). which is... weird? how did that happen? also he went there as himself which means this picture was... not taken by a photographer? because otherwise he should've possessed someone like normal

finally: lu guang didn't have a watch in the beginning. idk why I always thought he had a watch. anyway, I think we can use the placement of his watch as a signifier of which timeline we're in

no watch: original timeline. when lu guang dives back here, I guess he buys a watch afterwards

watch on the left hand: either the og timeline (after he buys a watch) or the first time he dives? the timeline with cheng xiaoshi's first death? the style of the bedroom makes me think this happened in the first time they go to bridon (which isn't necessarily the same timeline we're seeing in the donghua right now).

edit: actually, scratch that. now I think this might have been lu guang's bedroom lol. the date is 4/12 which is the day cheng xiaoshi reads the 👌 text from lu guang about playing basketball again

it's also consistent with the flashback to cheng xiaoshi's death in S2E1 — watch is on the left hand.

watch on the right hand: S2 finale dive / yingdu E1 dive. which means vein showing up in the photo studio happened sometime during our "current" timeline.

lu guang keeps his watch on his right hand during S1 and S2 as well (catguang in the chibi shorts also has a watch on his right... paw).

there's probably other details I missed but anyway. welcome back link click!! I'm already one square away from getting a bingo in my yingdu bingo card lmao

[mauricemetsfan]

hey maurice can i take a photo with u?,

maurice, you're my hero, I used to get bullied Until I saw you and I based my personality on everything you say really got to me See, I used to get bulled would bleed Now I'm the happiest I think I'll ever be My life is just like yours, no father and little proud of being Italian, My maurice i just want a photo,In school I was the one that was thinking outside boxes So everybody in them would say that I got problems So when I heard you say it, I said it back like fuck 'em You're an inspiration for people like me Not like the people who only think you are asshole and sexy I'm talking 'bout who don't know who you really are I have seen all your drawings, everything related to you and I love you in a platonic way, you arrived just at the exact moment I felt alone abandoned until I met you, Maurice See, me and you, we go together drinking alcohol and doing Jokes about Peppino I mean it's funny right? See we'd be good friends. I'd like to have a place in my house, a basement or something where you can hide, just you and me, playing Xbox and listening to all kinds of music, but don't worry, I'm straight, I won't do any gay shit to you, you know? Neither do drugs in this, cute, old ladies of you and I, Maurice Maurice, I love you, wanna be just like you I think about your face and I don't even fucking try to (no homo) And "your wife" that bitch, you should've killed that bitch You should've taken me instead See, if you can't have her then he shouldn't neither And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either No one should see you, only me and no one else will see me, only you and me I worship you until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt, you're like a god and you're beautiful, sun. I want you to talk to me and take a picture, but what do you say, can we be friends? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I just had to say all that You know, have you never loved another man in a non-gay way? Okay, that was all, can I take a picture with you, Maurice? I also wanted to tell you that I'm intimate with all your posts, I've always followed you, and it bothers me a little that you've never even said "hey." I just want a picture, can you give that to your biggest fan?

[gigai-translations]

(Project SEKAI) Shiraishi An BloomFes Story - Irreplaceable People

Wooooo!! I got both Bloomfes done let's gooo!! Like the Haruka bloomfes story, I recommend watching the story with visuals too if you have the card.

Translation under the cut.

Story 1

[Street SEKAI] 

[The Plaza]

An: Miku, Rin-chan, sorry for the wait–!

Miku: Hey, An! There’s no need to rush. 

An: Nah. I promised to do practice here so I’m not the one who should be running late, ya know? 

Rin: Atta girl, An-chan! So unlike Kaito! 

Rin: Though it's kinda rare for you to come over a little late. 

An: Well, before coming here, I took a detour to WEEKEND GARAGE. 

An: And the peeps from the street wouldn't let me go, saying they'd

An: We're about to take a long trip to America, sure, but it's not like I’m never coming back or anything. 

00:00:48,055→00:00:50,551

Miku: Well it goes to show how much these people love you. 

An; Hehe, I guess~ 

An: … But man, America, huh? 

Rin: Ain’t it so exciting? Will you go around to see a bunch of stuff? 

An: Hmm…since we're going all the way there, I wanna see and experience a lotta new things–

An: …Ah

Miku: Hm?…What's up? 

An: Ah, well…

An: Come to think of it, I remember thinking about how Nagi was supposed to be in America. 

An: I wonder if it’s because Uncle Taiga was going there or were there places she wanted to go to?

Miku: Well, if you can’t know that on your own, then there’s no other source but asking your dad and some other people close to her, right? 

An: Right! After practice, I'll call dad and– 

An: …Eh? Did something just flash from the end of that alleyway? 

Rin: I saw it too! Looked like a light from a Fragment! 

Miku: …Let's check it out.

An: Found it! Could the light earlier be from that glass shard-looking thing? 

Miku: It seems like a Fragment but…

Rin: It’s kinda weird, isn’t it? Looks like it was shattered. 

Rin: Also, Miku and I haven't noticed it at all before. When did it get here? 

An: Well whatever it is, leaving it like that is kinda sad. Those might be feelings precious to someone else. I gotta pick it up. 

00:02:49,001→00:02:50,750

Miku: Ah, Wait–!

An: Eh? 

An: Wah– W-wh-what's going on!?

[???] 

An: …Gosh, I forgot. 

An: Touching that thing would put us into some SEKAI from those feelings. 

Rin: That's right. We'll be able to go back in a bit and I don't think there's any danger here but…

Miku: So much for practice, huh? 

An: Ahaha… Sorry 'bout that! 

An: Although…

An: …This is a really quiet place, huh? 

Miku: It certainly is. Though there's a place that looks like a stage, a DJ booth with speakers, various sound equipment…

Rin: –Ah! An-chan, lookie! Look over here! 

Rin: See! There's a picture of little An-chan spinning a turntable around. 

An: You're right! Was this a photo? I think we have a similar picture from our family album. 

Miku: …Photos, huh? There's a couple more over here. 

An: Ah, That's a pic of me, Kohane and our friends when we went to Phennyland! Haruka took this pic I’m sure of that! 

An: Oh, this one's taken by Kohane from when we went camping! 

Miku: Seems like there's a mix of pictures from when you were little to fairly recent events. That one over there looks like another one of those pics of little An. 

An: Yeah! That was when there was a shrine festival near Vivid Street! I was scooping up goldfish together with the street locals! 

An: Oh, and in this one pic where I'm eating sweets, Uncle Taiga brought a lot of Dagashi with him…

An: …huh? 

An: …That's odd…

Rin: Yeah! this sure is a rare SEKAI and to have this many pictures of yourself in one place too!

An: True, but…

An: The turntable photo, the photo of me scooping up goldfish and the photo of me eating Dagashi—

An: Why is there no one else in those pictures but me? 

An: The people from the street and Nagi-san should've been together with me in those photos. So why…?

Miku & Rin: Eh? 

???: That's because I don’t need them! 

An: W-who…!? 

An: What, no way…

Rin: It's little An from those pictures! 

An: What did you mean by "I don’t need them"?

Other An: I don’t need them so I said so. 

Other An: Because everyone lied…

Other An: And even Nagi-san abandoned me. 

An: …!

Other An: …Hey, forget about all of those selfish guys! Eeevery single one of them! 

Other An: If you do that, then you'd feel a lot better—

Rin: Wah! An-chan…!

Miku: An!

Rin: Ah…! An-chan, thank go–

Miku: Rin, wait. Something's wrong…

Rin: W-where are you going!? An-cha–

???: Ahhh!!!

Rin: Wah! 

An: Wowwowwow!! You're Kagamine Rin-chan, right? 

An: And that girl over there is Hatsune Miku-chan!?

Miku: Uh, yeah… An, what happe—

An: Nice to meet 'ya! I'm Shiraishi An! 

Miku: ... .No way, did she just forget about us? 

Rin: Whhhhaaaaaat—---!?

Story 2

[???] 

An: I'm sooo happy! I get to meet Virtual Singers, Miku-chan and Rin-chan! 

An: Hey hey, let's talk about more stuff! 

Rin: R-right! I'm thinking of something to talk about so An-chan go think of something too! 

An: Okay! Ehehe, what we talk about…!

Rin: (Hey, Miku! What should we do!? An-chan became little An-chan and she doesn't remember us!?)

Miku: (... This is just my conjecture but the owner of this SEKAI is likely An herself)

Miku: (So I think she's impacted by the very thoughts that shape this SEKAI.) 

Rin: (I get that but…why would An-chan's feelings be to mess with, well, herself?)

Miku: (...Anyways, let's try and talk to An)

Miku: (No matter how many feelings-born An clones there are, they can't completely manipulate her memories. If we keep talking to her, her memories might come back.)

Miku: —Sorry for keeping you waiting. We wanna get to know you, An. So may we ask you all sorts of stuff?

An: It's cool! Ask me anything! 

Miku: So first, can you tell me what are some things you like? 

An: I love singing! My dad teaches me all sorts of stuff! 

An: My dad's a super awesome singer! He formed a group with his friends—

An: Huh? Who were they…? I know he told me the name of his team…

*-brief flashback from earlier-*

An: Why is there no one else in those pictures but me? 

An: The people from the street and Nagi-san should've been together with me in those photos. So why…?

*-End of flashback-*

Miku: …so, can you tell me about your team, An? 

An: My…team…

An: Ah, Right right! We're called Vivid Bad Squad!

An: Kohane, Akito and Touya! The four of us together will make an event that surpasses RAD WEEKEND! 

Miku: …Like I thought, her memories aren't completely gone. 

Rin: An-chan! This RAD WEEKEND, I wanna know more! What kind of event was it? 

An: Okay! Well…

*-Brief flashbacks of COL*-

An: …Ah, what? 

An: Even though I saw a lot of close friends there, I can't remember. 

An: Uhm, in that event, my dad appeared—

*-Another brief flashback to COL-*

An: Huh…

An: I can't remember dad's face…

An: Why…

*-An tries to remember but can't-*

An: Why…?

An: That memory was so…so dear to me… I can't remember at all…

An: What happened to me…

Rin: An-chan…

Miku: …An, do you want to take back those memories? 

An: …Yes! It's so important to me! 

Miku: …Even if that memory can make you sad now? 

An: What…?

Rin: Miku, putting it that way is…

Miku: It's the truth.

Miku: Earlier I said her memories can't be manipulated with but since they can be interfered like this means—

Miku: At the very least, somewhere deep inside An would want for this to happen. 

Rin: Ah…

Rin: It's like what the other An said earlier…

*-Brief flashback from earlier-* 

Other An: Because everyone lied…

Other An: And even Nagi-san abandoned me. 

Miku: …That's a part of An's feelings deep down. 

Miku: …An, what do you want to do? It's good for you to decide for yourself. 

An: I…

An: (...What should I do?)

An: (Even though I know that memory means so much to me.)

An (... I'm scared…)

An: (I want to remember but I also…don't…!) 

An: …I don't know!

An: I don't know what to do!! 

Rin: …

*-Rin hugs An-*

An: Eh…

An: Rin-chan…?

Rin: …That time, even when I was there, I couldn't do anything. 

(*TL NOTE: Pretty sure she's referring to Light Up the Fire.)

Rin: This time, I'll stand by you…! I won't let you be alone! 

An: …! 

An: (That's right, I…)

*-Flashback in Vivid street/weekend garage-*

Ken: Because of that, you…

Ken: You'll go beyond.. To the place where Nagi couldn't reach, her dream. 

Ken: Together. With the friends you have here. 

*-End of Flashback-*

An: I…

An: We'll…! 

*-Brief flashback to COL during Rad Blast*-

An: …! 

An: –I won't forget

An: Nagi-san, Uncle Taiga, the people of Vivid Street…!

An: I made a promise…! I'll carry Nagi-san and everyone's wishes on my shoulders!

An: And I'll…

An: And I'll take them with me!!

An: To beyond Nagi-san's dream…!! 

*-An returns to normal-*

An: Ah…

Rin: An-chan…! 

An: Rin-chan…

An: Thanks. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't remember that precious memory. 

An: Thank you too, Miku. I'm okay now. 

Miku: Say, you're watching right now somewhere, aren’t you? 

-*Other An appears*-

An: …Sorry, I ended up remembering after all. 

Other An: Why are you apologizing? 

An: …I did think if I forgotten all of it, things would be so much easier–

Other An: And just like that, you just forgave them that easily, huh? 

Other An: Everyone that hid the truth from us: Dad, the town folk, Nagi-san…

An: …It wasn't that simple

An: I cried so much, I got so angry, I felt so resentful. 

An: But, you know, I really love dad and the people of Vivid Street—

An: And no matter how much I cry and yell, it won't bring Nagi-san back. 

An: But Nagi-san's wishes–her dream, I want to take them together with me. 

Other An: …I see. So I guess you don’t need me anymore, right? 

An: No. I don't see it that way. 

An: I want to keep my memory of everything. What I felt at that time; the despair that made me want to forget, the frustration, everything. 

An: If I forget it all, I feel like Nagi-san will move further away from me. 

An: That's why, I'll keep aaaall these memories until I die. Someday in heaven, I'll see Nagi-san and tell her: 

An: "How could you do that to me!" Hehe! 

Other An: …That sounds nice! Hehe.

-*They return back to the Street SEKAI*-

An: …Phew–! We got back–!

An: Miku, Rin-chan, thanks so much. If you two weren't there, I might have lost it. 

Rin: *cries* Yeah! From now on, let's not pick up random fallen objects all willy-nilly. 

An: Yeah yeahhhh

Miku: …So what do we do? We planned on practicing but should we skip today and chill out at Meiko's? 

An: Mmmh, if it's alright with you two, I'd like to practice. I didn’t argue with myself just for me to not give it my all. 

Miku: Okay–! I'll keep you company! 

An: Thanks! 

An: Now, let's sing!