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@leonspookiewookie
He discovered one fun filter and instantly started being a menace
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JASON TODD IS NOT A RAPIST
LEON KENNEDY IS NOT A RAPIST
GOJO SATORU IS NOT A RAPIST
SUKUNA IS NOT A RAPIST
ALBERT WESKER IS NOT A RAPIST
GHOST IS NOT A RAPIST
IT’S DISGUSTING, IT’S NOT ROMANTIC.
drinking a white monster because i can’t drink from his white monster:(
him n his oversized fluffy charging station🧸
drinking a white monster because i can’t drink from his white monster:(
RE2!Leon Kennedy x Black!Cop!Reader PREVIEW
A/N: I barely write so if this is trash I'm sorry. I've been so obsessed with Leon that I wanted to write a fanfic for him and since I've been playing RE2, I thought it would be best to write one during this timeline. This isn't done and I wrote this in like a couple hours maybe?
Tags: semi enemies to lovers (they don't really get along in the beginning or more the reader doesn't exactly care for him), Slow burn, eventual smut i guess cause I love smut.
"This isn't actually happening, is it?" you ask Marvin as you patch him up. His torso was bitten bad by a zombie while trying to look for more ammo. "I really wish it wasn't, but unfortunately it is." You scoff in disbelief as you start pacing around the lobby of the station, your boots squeaking against the floor, leaving bloodied footprints. 'Absolutely ridiculous, I mean, Zombies? How is that even possible?' Your thoughts are all scrambled and confused. You are brought back to reality as you hear Marvin groan and lean further into the couch by the makeshift medbay and rush to his side.
"Marvin, don't move too much. Your wound is pretty deep." You utter, worriedly pushing him down to stop him from moving. He chuckles softly and looks at you, uttering your name in a sad whisper, "I don't think I will make it out of this-" he cuts himself off with another pained groan before closing his eyes.
It hurts to see Marvin like this. He was always there to defend you whenever others gave you shit as a rookie, and he gave you all the tips and tricks you needed to know on being a better cop. He was almost a father figure to you, as your parents were barely around, especially after you shared your dream of becoming a police officer with them. Screams of 'it's too dangerous' or 'you're not cut out for that type of work' were the final straw for you, and you packed up and never looked back. You wonder if they are alive in this debacle or if it's just in Raccoon City?
You continue to watch over Marvin before you hear the entrance to the station open. Immediately, you draw your gun and point it at the unfamiliar figure, who seems shocked that a gun was pointed at him.
"Don't shoot, I'm a cop!" he yells, trying to ease the situation, keeping his hands raised to prove he isn't a threat. You stare at him a bit, taking in his god-like features. Blonde hair that seems as if he brushes it every second, blue eyes that could stare into your soul, but in a good way, a perfect jaw with complementary baby fat cheeks that make him look like a kid. 'No way he's a cop, he doesn't even look 18, ' you think while keeping your gun drawn on him.
"Name and rank," you command, stoic expression never wavering somehow. Before he could answer, Marvin groans, and your eyes snap towards him. His eyes slowly open, and he looks over at you and the new person. "That's Leon Scott Kennedy, the new rookie I was telling you about, before things went to shit," he groans out while holding his injured side.
Your eyes snap back over to the man who was referred to as Leon. You slowly lower your gun before staring at him. "You're lucky LT recognized you, or I would've shot you, rookie," you sigh before putting your gun away in its holster in your uniform. Leon just stares at you, a little confused and a bit annoyed.
"Thanks for not shooting, I guess," he says a bit irritated before walking closer, getting a feel for the lobby before focusing back on you and Marvin. "Do either of you know how the hell this all started? This was supposed to be my first day as a cop." He asks, his focus entirely on you.
The million-dollar question arises again. Numerous civilians who came to the station seeking shelter had begged, screamed, belittled, and even became physical with you and your fellow officers, wondering what the fuck happened here. All you could do was shrug in response. Just because you're a cop does not mean you know what every little thing that happens in this damn city.
Your response only seemed to piss him off even more. He scoffed and started to pace around before a flurry of questions left his mouth: 'Are there any other survivors?', 'Do you know who caused this?', or just a simple 'What the fuck?'. You feel your patience wearing thin before you yell at him to stop pacing and shut up. Sighing, you point to an ammo crate, motioning for him to sit before you start to speak.
"No, I don't know what hell happened. I have no clue who could've caused this. So far, there are no survivors, and I'm at a loss for what to do. What you could do now is get fitted into a uniform, rookie." You motioned for him to follow you, stopping to make sure Marvin was okay before moving through the west office. The office was dark and reeked of rigor mortis. Numerous blood stains litter the walls and floor, as well as dead bodies spewed just about everywhere in the room. You motion for Leon to pull out his gun, "I haven't cleared this room yet, so they could be alive, well not exactly alive, but you know what I mean."
He just nods in response as you make your way down the small stairs onto the floor of the office. Just as you thought, zombies start to pick themselves up and make their way towards you in a lethargic fashion. In an instant, you headshot two zombies with one bullet the moment they get close enough in range, earning yourself a whistle of approval from Leon. Rolling your eyes, you continue to shoot, and with the help of your new rookie, you clear the room in no time.
"You're a pretty good shot," he says in admiration and with a small smile. You just look at him before pointing to where his desk would have been, "Solve this real quick, there's a high capacity mag in there." You quickly give him the answer, and he gets to work. You walk over to the door on the opposite side of the room that leads to the safety deposit room.
"You knew the answer for this as if you made the puzzle yourself," he says with a chuckle before unlocking his desk and obtaining his prize. He skillfully attaches the mag to his matilda. He looks up at you, showing off his gun and its new upgrade, like a child who got the gift they wanted.
"That's because I did make it."
SORRY IF ITS SHIT
im gonna cry look how cute they are 😭
these are from videos on xhs abt the bilibiliworld2025 event!
Your Hair (Connor x Black! Reader)
Summary: Connor is still adjusting to being at the DPD and improving his relationships with you and Hank. He starts with you, trying to understand you more and grow closer to you. (Will be a bunch of one-shots in chapters I guess?)
Word Count: 1141
This has not been proofread, wrote this today before work so it will be edited later maybe. A little comfort oneshot for those who struggle with liking their hair, i def struggled ToT
Though he has his own desk now, Connor is still not generally familiar with his environment or his partners at the DPD. Lieutenant Anderson, better known as Hank, shows much disdain towards Connor. Making it difficult to work on cases efficiently, much to Connor's dismay.
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However, all is not entirely formidable. His other partner, (Y/N), quiet as you can be, was pleasant and understanding. When you first met, he wasn't ignored, pushed to the side, or spoken to rudely. Instead, you greeted him as if he were another human being. However, meeting at the homicide crime scene of Carlos Ortiz was not what he would consider cordial.
Today was a slow day at the department. Hank hasn't shown up yet, Gavin is loud and obnoxious, and no one will even bat an eye in his direction. Connor sits at his desk, scanning over the same files repeatedly looking for anything to pique his interest.
"Good morning Connor," a sweet and soft voice greets, prompting Connor to raise his head in the direction of his quiet partner. His eyes shoot up to your head before responding. Your hair was gigantic and different from when he last saw her with braids.
"Good morning (Y/N), did you have a safe drive to the station?" He questions as he watches you set up at your desk. He couldn't stop his eyes from drifting to your hair as he spoke. You look at him with a soft smile as you sit down, "I did, less traffic than normal thank fuck." This makes Connor chuckle a bit, you're quiet, but you have quite a dirty mouth.
"That's good..." he says as he keeps staring intensely. You look up to see him staring intensely at your head, making you look up as if something was above you.
"Is something wrong Connor?" you question while sitting at your desk, facing him. Finally, his attention shifts to your face as he turns his head to the left slightly, "Your hair is drastically different from the last time I saw you. It's... very big". This makes you let out a loud and uncontrolled laugh (which gets the attention of other coworkers, prompting you to quiet down), not telling him about the unintentional innuendo he said.
"I took my braids out and decided to go with the 'fro," You say simply staring at him with a smile trying to calm yourself down. This further confuses him, it shouldn't look like that after taking them out, right? "Do you like it, Connor?" You ask while puffing it out as if putting on a show for him. He continues to stare, perplexed by the volume of your hair having increased considerably. While distracted, he doesn't notice you moving closer in your chair. "You seem lost in thought, you good?" You examine when your first question remained unanswered.
"I'm fine Detective, but I do have a question," he finally responds after some time. You nod and sit patiently, waiting for him to elaborate. "Your hair's volume and mass has increased drastically, how is that possible?" He sounds like a curious child when an adult is working on something unfamiliar to their knowledge.
"My hair is very interesting Connor. When wet, it shrinks and curls up, when blow-dried, it expands. My braids were getting old, so I decided to take them out, wash my hair, and go with the 'fro." You state, touching your hair as you explain. The circle on his temple goes yellow for a moment before transitioning back to blue, "I see, that is very interesting Detective. It's vastly different than my hair." You pause, lips forming a tight line, which does not go unnoticed. "Did I upset you, Detective?" He asks slightly worried and confused, did he say something wrong?
"No, you're fine Connor. Just thinking about how younger me would've loved to have hair like yours," You say, slightly cringing at the thought. Once again, he does his cute little head tilt, "Like mine? My hair is fake as I am a machine." You chuckle a bit before putting a hand on his shoulder, "I mean the texture hun". He's further confused by your answer, why would you want hair like his?
"But why? Your hair is beautiful and unique whereas the texture of my hair is simplistic." You smile at the compliment before you explain yourself, "Growing up, I went to a predominately white school, from kindergarten to high school. Everyone had straight hair, could jump in the pool and their hair wouldn't shrink or be hard to comb through. Even when I straightened my hair, it didn't look like the other girls. Although I was never bullied for my hair, that didn't stop the insecurities." You finish while looking at the ground.
A hand pulls your head up to look at its owner, Your hair is beautiful the way it is (Y/N)," He reaches a hand towards your hair, silently asking for permission to touch it. With an approving nod from your end, he feels through your hair slowly, letting out a noise of satisfaction. "Your hair is soft to the touch, and smells of coconuts. It's like a soft blanket that could keep you warm from any cold. Love your hair as it is (Y/N)". His response brings a blush to your cheeks (not like you can see it), a feeling of delight rushing through your chest.
You close your eyes with a hum as he continues to comb his fingers through your hair, "Thanks Connor, This feels really good." You say as you lean more into his hand. He stops his hand for a moment before continuing.
"I am glad you are enjoying the feeling Detective," he states without stopping. Before you can utter another word to Connor, a loud noise erupts from the desk across from his. Connor stops as you both look up to see Hank staring at you both intensely.
"What the fuck are you doing to her Connor?' Hank asks, confused but with a hint of amusement in his tone. Connor removes his hand quickly as you continue to sit, refusing to make eye contact with either individual, "Detective (L/N) and I were having a conversation". Connor states while staring at Hank with a neutral expression. In the corner of your eye, you can see Hank staring at you before he scoffs, "More like digging your mechanical hand in her hair," he stops for a moment, seeming to try not to laugh before continuing, "We got another place to check out, get your stuff and let's go," and with that, Hank is already heading outside to his car. You pack your stuff up and quickly head in Hank's direction, but not before smiling softly at Connor. Smiling in response, Connor felt his day had suddenly gotten better
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AWOOGA😍😍😍
fucking hotties
big pet peeve i have.
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AUTHORS MAKING THE READER WHITE EVERY TIME. like it sucks whenever i try to read a fanfic and i see white porcelain skin :/. like im black not white just please say (s/c) to make it more diverse.
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
BURN BAGEL BURN
OH WHY NOT?
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
Bagel what are your powers
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD
I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD
The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!
I got a job offer after reblogging the bagel. Believe in the bagel!
Worth a try lol
i could use some good news or even a good girl
Go lil bagle! Show me your power!
Okii then!
THIS IS THE FIRST THING ON MY BLOG
I GOT ASKED OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER I REBLOGGED IT
wait but whats happening with the bagel tho
It’s burning, as is everything I’ve hoped for whenever I’ve reblogged a post like this
I just kinda wanna watch something burn?
Mood
You guys didn’t listen when I said Bagels hold an ancient and wonderous power.
Bagel time
I need this
do it
I’m at an all time low I need this
ok sure
no loss in trying. so here wo go
Its bagel time. I believe in you bagel. 🥯
Ok so.
Last time I reblogged this, I was complaining to my mum how I never got to go on walks alone. Then, she legit said to me, “well why don’t you go down to *censored*?” Which she’d never let me do before. I had three hours. In a place half an hour from home. It works.
I need all the luck i can get
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Uhhhh worth a try
I doubt it will work but….
i dont lose anything trying…
again, YES?!
OK SO I DID THIS ON THE MORNING AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL?
TWO TESTS WERE CANCELLED!
NO HOMEWORK!!
WE HAD A BREAK OF 30 MINUTES (we normally have a break of 5-10 min)
AND MY CRUSH ASKED ME TO WORK ON A PROJECT WITH HIM!!!
I don’t know how you do it bagel, but you’re awesome!
Bagel time
guys the more you add text to your reblogs the more time it takes to reblog, therefore stealing our good news
Bagel power.
well let’s see if it works
How the power of the reblog Bagel works
REBLOG BAGEL HELP ME
I believe in the bagel✨
Crispy ba gel
sorry guys that i havent been very active school is very stressful rn but once im done with all of that ill be sure to write more often :p
You're not happy anymore. He either doesn't see it, or doesn't care.
Warnings: just angst, mentions of sex, swearing.
A/N: I was feelin some type of way and decided to break my own heart. Let me know if I broke yours too!
MY HEART OMG 😭😭😭💔
Hey, i was wondering if you could write headcanons of Jonathan, Dio, Joseph, Jotaro, and Kakyoin with a black ready. It's okay if you don't want to!
Ahhhhhh my first request!!! Of course, i would love to!
btw im so sorry this took forever
❗️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR PARTS 2-4
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omg so relatable 😭
im so sorry to the ppl who had made requests i will get to them as soon i can school is being rlly stressful rn :/
beautiful | izuku midoriya
pairing: izuku midoriya/gn!reader
words: 7.01k (i’m sorry)
content: cursing, angst, food mention, fluff, oblivious reader, whole lotta misunderstandings.
request: Hi!! I’ve followed your blog for a week now and I love your writing a lot. I have a one shot request for deku if you don’t mind? I’m thinking of like a tsundere-ish reader who has a crush on him but literally just short circuits whenever she talks to him because she can’t comprehend how nice he is, literally no thoughts head empty and it makes him think she doesn’t like him but he also has a crush on her? If this is too much just tell me and I’ll request somewhere else but I really like your writing :)
this is bad. this is a bad awful never-should've-happened situation.
you're fucked. utterly fucked. and it's all izuku midoriya's fault.
to be fair to him, your crippling terror of intimacy and the fact that your entire body seemed to short-circuit around the boy probably didn't lend much help. it was ridiculous how he made you feel, like a stammering kid. the first time he talked to you with that bright, beaming smile, and his earnest wide eyes, you felt your stomach drop and your throat tighten in a manner that made speech impossible, so you literally just stared at him for a solid half-minute before turning and walking away as heat flooded your face.
you were down bad.
you thought your crush on the boy would lessen overtime, but it literally seemed to get worse as the year went on, because he was everywhere. you couldn't shake him. when he complimented your hero costume genuinely, cheeks flushing with excitement, you got so flustered you could only choke out a completely flat "thanks," before turning on your heel and putting as much distance between you two as possible. when you fought well at the sports festival and kirishima, kaminari and sero were congratulating you loudly and obnoxiously, jostling you between them as you laughed, midoriya squeezed his way through, beaming, and told you he thought your tactic was genius, how he hadn't even thought of it. you felt the smile slide from your face like oil on water, and you blinked blankly down at him as your brain tried to reboot and the silence stretched on until kirishima broke it with an awkward laugh, and midoriya looked away with a tiny, confused frown. you pretty much felt your heart crack in two at the honest sadness on his face, but all you could do was mutter "i'm going to prep for the next round," and hightail out of there as fast as you could.
you were awful to him, even if it was mostly unintentional. so why did he keep coming back?
my heart omg ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ