#goddamn that came outta nowhere

[puppyguppy]

you're laying on the floor in some sunny spot, the carpet and a couple of pillows warm beneath your back. you've got your phone hovering up above your head, idling scrolling through your socials. it's a little lonely, but not in a bad way; you're comfortable enough with yourself, with nothing but socks and an oversized t-shirt on. this happens sometimes, so you're used to it. the late nights that then bleed into a chilly morning; not because the season is cold yet, but because the other side of the bed is still empty. you're not worried. he'd sent a couple of texts informing you of the annoying turn of events, and even with bleary, sleep-sticky eyes, you'd seen his frustration in the formation of the messages. you woke up physically alone, yes -- but with crystal clear picture of the pout you know he'd been sporting while texting you, tucked beneath the twists and folds of his capture weapon, like anything other than his constant, casual indifference was a secret just for you. you know that pout personally, intimately, only because you're allowed to walk away still alive after tugging the scarf down to expose it, and press it smooth with lips of your own.

you've kissed that petulant, pretty jut of a bottom lip up into a smirk many, many times. thinking about the stretch of it against your mouth almost beat the popping and cracking of your joints out of bed.

he likes to call you kettle corn, in that lazy limbo between his bedtime and your morning routine. it's silly, but it's endearing, because you get it. he finds you warm and sweet after his shifts and before yours, and just as loud as the snack. sometimes, if he risks a bite, he teases about the taste of you getting stuck in his teeth.

but, today is the start of your weekend -- not just yours, but yours. it's not often your schedules synch up. so, even though you're a little lonely, you're also a little elated. you figure he's going to come home utterly exhausted, if not physically, then mentally and spiritually. you figure he'll shuck off his boots, hang up his capture weapon, greet you with an affectionate grumble and maybe a press of a foot to a thigh, and then you'll hear him flop down onto the bed, soft snores imminent.

you're deep in ideas of spoiling him; treating him to some special coffee and a big breakfast, a bath and a backrub. maybe you'll even brush his hair and clean up his nails. most wouldn't guess, what with his personality and reputation, that such a man loved to be spoiled, ached to be pampered, but that was just another secret. you're basking in the warmth of everything he trusts you with, when you hear the apartment door open.

you fight off the smile that wants to grow across your face. it's not a battle nearly as dramatic as the one he probably had to deal with all night, being a hero and all, but still. it's a struggle, because you love him, and all his secrets, and he's finally home, and you want to see if your predictions are correct.

the boots come off first, audible in the way they land in their usual spot. then there's silence, but if you strain, you can hear the soft fsht-fsht of metallic fabric. so, the capture weapon comes off, and is hung up on the hooks over by the door. the damn thing takes up an entire cost rack, but that's okay. you almost lose and crack a grin as you hear his socked feet pad across the floor, closer and closer to you. you keep your eyes glued to your phone though, and continue to scroll, like his arrival means not a single damn thing to you; like you don't have the dying urge to check what pair of socks he's wearing today. you know you're a dead give away though, even without a smile. after all, he's a hero; he could probably hear your heart from the doorway.

you almost forget to breathe as you wait for the nudge. a toe, or the whole foot, maybe. you see him, he's standing right in front of you, his silhouette like an eclipse, dark around the light of your phone screen. but, you don't look at him. you want to win this little, secret game of yours. and when the touch finally comes, there's no holding back the giddy victory that spreads across your face -- except, the win is short-lived, as your brain short-circuits, because the touch wasn't just one foot, but two, and backwards, slipped under your calves, because he wasn't - he hadn't even been facing you. his back had been to you, right before your, the room, and the whole fucking world spins. you're still reeling with whiplash, adrenaline and confusion, as he twists and settles low on top of you. there's a strong arm circled around your stomach, and a hand wrapped around your throat, tilting it back and forcing your body into an arch. you're heaving, panting, shaking as you force a breath and a swallow through those fingers; as synopsis snap together like puzzle pieces in your brain, painting a pretty, pretty picture of what the fuck had just happened. his dick is flush to the thinly-covered curve of your ass, hard. his mouth is against your temple, open, huffing. he's breathing you in, holding you up, caging you in, and you're so fucking thrilled to be wrong. you hadn't predicted this at all, and he's churning you to butter, and you're ready, you're ready, just like that. you'll be hot and messy, just for him, if that's what he wants, if that's what he needs.

his hand squeezes just so around your throat, and your eyes roll back while he purrs your name into the searing pulse of your temple.

your voice is thick as you greet him, and grind back against him. you might not have predicted this, but you still know his secrets. and, after a long night of nothing but chasing?

"caught me."

[apricusapollo]

UNCALLED FOR????

[scribespirare]

If you're still open to flowerfang requests can you give us some more a/b/o with courting? Thanks so much. 🫶

baby i am ALWAYS open for flowerfang requests gimme gimme

So there's this guy.

Well, a villain actually, and he's slippery as hell and keeps wriggling his way out of Miles' grasp (seriously, there's an entire eel theme going on and quite frankly he doesn't really wanna talk about it) every time they meet. And since Miles is dealing with finals right now, he really can't spend that much time trying to chase this dude down. It's just not at the top of his priority list, ya know? Especially since he can usually stop the attempted crimes and send eel guy back to whatever rock he crawled out of. Or...swam. Whatever.

The point is, Miles gets the shock of his damn life when eel guy lands at his feet, trussed up like a present but without the bow one fine weekend afternoon.

Miles, in costume and having previously been enjoying the scenic view of the city from atop one of his many haunts, stares down at eel guy in pure shock.

"You're welcome," Miguel says from somewhere to his right, and Miles whips towards the sound.

"Huh?"

But the Alpha is stepping into a yellow portal, back turned, and Miles can only gape after him. "What the fuck?" he mutters, mostly to himself.

The man on the ground responds anyways. "Man, I have no goddamn clue. He came outta nowhere, said something about Omegas, and then clocked me."

Omegas!? If this is some dumb ass Alpha power flex then Miles is going to skin that man alive. Even if Miguel has at least a foot of height, a decade's worth of experience, and probably a hundred pounds on him. And also there's the fact that he's extremely hot. Like. Wildly fucking hot.

Whatever.

Fucking Alphas. Thinking they're hot shit just because they have chiseled jaws and biceps bigger than his head and amazing scents...

Miles spends the entire time he's taking eel guy to the police station grumbling about them.

Eel guy wisely stays quiet.

oOo

School lets out and the summer is sweltering where it gets trapped in all the concrete and gleaming metal of New York. Miles is given (mostly) free reign to do as he pleases and he does. There's nothing quite like swinging around the city to cool off.

There's just one problem.

Fucking. Miguel.

He keeps swooping in and taking down Miles' bad guys for one, even the tiny pipsqueak ones. And to make matters worse he's leaving shit in Miles' bedroom too. Money, some new Jordans, a spiderman suit that Miles will never admit looks way cooler than his current one and that he stuffed deep into his closet never to be seen again because fuck that guy.

Seriously, what the fuck is Miguel's problem? He hadn't thought Miles' being an Omega was that big a deal when he'd sicced hundreds of spider-people on him. Hadn't held back when he'd slammed Miles into the side of that train, all barred teeth and rage.

But now, all of sudden, Miles apparently can't wipe his own ass without an Alpha's help.

It's just his luck (which is to say, good) that when he decides he's done with Miguel's shit and is going to rip him a new one, Miguel drops a villain at Miles' feet and actually deigns to stop for a moment and chat.

Somehow the man laying between them is eel guy again. They both ignore him.

"What the actual fuck do you think-" Miles starts, at the exact same second Miguel says, "I wasn't sure if we should talk to your parents-".

Both of them stop, clearly confused by the other. Miles gets over his surprise first, shaking his head. "My parents? What the hell do you want with my parents?"

Miguel blinks down at him, face unreadable. "Well, the next stage of courtship usually involves speaking with the Omegas's-"

"Courtship!?" Miles' voice comes out so high and squeaky he feels like he's hit puberty all over again.

Another blink. This time Miguel's features tighten a little, and if Miles didn't know better he'd think the Alpha looked nervous.

Good thing he knows better.

"I...yes? I've been courting you since the start of summer," Miguel says. "I thought..." he trails off, brow knitting in manly angst that very much is not attractive on him, not at all.

Miles for his part just flaps his jaw in disbelief. Everything clicks together for him then: all the bad guys (fucking gift wrapped!), the shit Miguel kept leaving in his bedroom, the way he'd linger sometimes as if to catch Miles' reaction but ultimately still fucked off back to whatever universe he popped out of. Traditionally Alphas aren't meant to interact much with an Omega until they've declared their intention to the parents or guardian of said Omega. This is preceded by gift giving to see if the Omega is even amenable to being courted at all.

Here's the problem. A: that shit was common like a hundred fucking years ago. Nobody courts like that today unless they're richer than god and have been for generations. Old money are just weird like that.

B. Miles never gave any indication of being amenable.

...did he?

"Fuck you're old," is the first thing that pops out of Miles' mouth, because he'd rather talk shit than think about how he feels about Miguel trying to court him.

Miguel immediately tenses all over and takes a step back. "I'm sorry, I thought the age gap-"

"What?" Miles cuts him off, because he recognizes the look of a man about to run. "No, I meant you're old as hell for trying to court me traditionally."

The age gap is most definitely not a problem the Omega in Miles says. He ignores it.

"Oh," says Miguel, but he doesn't relax.

"Nobody does that shit anymore," Miles continues, "so I didn't recognize what was happening. On top of that, you didn't fucking say anything so how the hell was I supposed to know!?"

"I wrote you letters," Miguel argues back. Then, a little softer like now he's unsure of himself, "Written correspondence is an important part of a courtship."

"Did you leave them in my room, like the other stuff?"

"Yes?"

"Well there's your problem. You've seen my room, do the math. Bits of paper aren't gonna stand out."

Miguel runs a hand through his hair and sighs, shoulders slumping. "So you're telling me that I've been trying to make romantic overtures for over a month now, and not a single clear message has gotten through?"

Miles' heart does something weird and uncomfortable in his chest at the words romantic overtures. But he just nods. "Looks like."

Looking skyward as if for patience, Miguel mutters something under his breath and then huffs, puts his hands on his hips, and makes direct eye contact.

"Dios mio, fine. Clearly my preferred way of doing this isn't working. So let's try this instead. Miles, can I take you on a date?" The words are said so matter of factly and with such little emotion that they take a moment to process. When they do Miles immediately feels his face heat.

"Uh," he says intelligently.

Yes says both his dick and his inner Omega.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," are the words that actually come out of his mouth. Miguel looks pained though and Miles winces. "I mean...I'd love to? I think. I dunno, I'm kind of in shock right now. I have no clue what's happening."

That finally has Miguel relaxing and a ghost of smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Of course that look is just as stupidly hot on him as all the others. God, who did Miguel have to kill to get cheekbones like that?

Any and all thoughts of Alpha attractiveness scatter from Miles' brain when Miguel steps closer, right up into Miles' personal space. He smells...well, fucking amazing. Wild and sharp, like steel and ozone before a lightning strike. And he's leaning closer, tilting Miles' chin up with one finger.

"What's happening," Miguel says lowly into the space between them, "is that I'm interested in you, Miles. And I'd like the chance to show you exactly how interested."

Miles swallows hard and his knees nearly buckle under him. "Y-yeah, okay," he says, trying to ignore the heat of Miguel's body, how good it feels to be pinned in by his bulk and strength. He's failing.

"Good," Miguel replies, ruining all chances Miles had of trying to keep his cool because the Alpha leans down and kisses him.

It's not Miles' first kiss, but it is his first with someone who actually knows what they're doing. Miguel's mouth is hot and confident, nearly bruising in its intensity as he guides Miles' into parting his lips so that Miguel can sweep his tongue inside. Miles makes a surprised, pleased sound that immediately embarrasses him because it's so incredibly Omegean.

Miguel laughs against him, more felt than heard, and finally pulls away. "I've been wanting to do that for a while, cariño. Sabes tan dulce como te ves."

Miles yanks him back down into another kiss before he can say anything stupid.

"Uh, guys?" says eel guy from somewhere on the ground. "Hello?"

oOo

They don't end up talking to Miles' parents by mutual agreement. Miles isn't even sure why Miguel would want to considering Miles is still fifteen, but over the course of the conversation he starts to realize...

Miguel is a hopeless romantic. That's why he'd gone for traditional courting. Soft, gooey hearted, marshmallow fluff romantic.

Miles laughs until his sides hurt. He only stops when Miguel pins him down and kisses him until Miles can barely breathe.

It's really fucking great.

...Miles still forces Miguel to promise not to fight anymore of his bad guys though.

[chronically-ghosted]

✨ happy new year! ✨

it's not yet 2024 where i am but it is where my love @ravensmadreads is, so happy new year already enjoying january 1st!

i usually overthink around my birthday as i march towards death but you lovely people have really made me think about 2023 as it comes to a close. i feel weird talking about myself (unless im drunk and we haven't started drinking yet so hold onto your butts for that possibility), so i'm just going to say this:

You all changed my life.

there, that's it. if you read this and you think it doesn't mean you, yes it does. not a day goes by where this place, this community does not bring me joy and warmth. i hope you get that job you wanted, or you get that fur baby adoption you've been hoping for, or you get accepted to that school you wanted to, or you graduate with all the honors, or you create the thing you've always wanted to, or you get the baby you've been hoping for, or the person who makes you heart flip says i love you. i'm nervous about next year because it truly feels like a year where anything can happen 🤍

now to the fandom stuff:

i've never done a fic rec list because inevitably, i'm a fucking moron and i leave someone out. i know it hurts when i'm left out of a fic rec list so i never want to do that to anyone here. what follows is a list of fics that spoke specifically to me. the old saying goes is that you don't write fanfic for yourself, you write it for the five freaks on discord that can't write coherent sentences after you publish -- and it's true. fanfic isn't about numbers -- i would much rather write for my five freaks on my discord (where my work has deep, emotional impact for them) than try to write for a large crowd that i will never ever manage to please all at once.

my wish for you in 2024 you all find your freaks. and i hope i'm one of them.

side note: there are a couple fics not on the list because i wanted to highlight fics that i didn't see much on other end of the year rec lists. but @iamskyereads 's Compulsion should be read in graduate programs and @whatsnewalycat already knows i'm going to name my first born child after her for her Psychomanteum. yall rock my goddamn world.

so without further adieu . . . these are the fics i read this year that tickled me pink.

God is a Woman by @wheresarizona the way arizona writes max is entirely unique. i love her descriptions of how cold he is and how he doesn't breathe. i read this and had to rethink everything i ever wrote for max

the impaler by @kiwisbell the dracula x johnathan x mina vibes in this are spectacular. this is a pairing i never thought i'd see much less enjoy so thoroughly. why is older tim being seduced by a younger max so hot??

night one by @haylzcyon this is one of the first fics i read by hayley and she pretty much set the standard for all marcus pike fics moving forward. his endless patience, his flirty attitude, how he see things the reader won't admit, and then the sleeping bag -- god i'd read a thousand more fics about this dymanic

blood & tinsel by @morallyinept so if i tried to list all of my favorite jett fics, we'd be here all night. but this one stands out to me because it's so well built. the description of the vampire "trance" or "glamor" or "compulsion" without using any of those words is INCREDIBLE. plus max is face-meltingly hot in this.

the world turned on its side by @idolatrybarbie this was a surprise that came outta nowhere, but it hit me like a fucking train. bea weaves a story that sticks with you and creates a frankie that makes my entire soul sing.

heat by @wordywarriorwrites okay, listen. the beauty of fanfic is that you can have insane, animalistic smut AND literary level writing. this fic is both. i have yet to come across another frankie abo fic that makes the dynamic more than a reason for the blorbos to fuck like animals. it's so well done, there's so much love here.

in fiction @sin-djarin yall know dieter is my boy so i am VERY particular about how he is written in fic. everyone's interpretation is valid, but for dieter fics to resonate with me, there has to be this special blend of humor, kindness, dorkiness, and a sexiness you didn't expect. this fic is all of that and more.

reminiscence by @projectionistwrites this was one of the first joel fics i read and there's something about it that just . . . feels right, feels natural to Joel. there's a raw honesty to both joel and the reader that just sunk into my chest. the back and forth over the drink, the SMUT, everything is just this beautiful snapshot of two lonely people in the apocalypse.

oct' 19 x ghosts by @trulybetty another author that if i tried to choose a favorite, i simply couldn't. betty created a lovely, lovely world with this one (and the rest of the prompts for this one and her december prompts). i love fics that add a new layer to dieter and this one opened him up in a way that made him glow!

renegade by @eupheme my personal favorite brand of joel is one that comes alive between reader's thighs. more boulder than human until you bring something to the surface. and this totally captures that. im a sucker for a good qz fuck-that-verges-on-love and i adore everything about it.

Dominica by @ohforficsake if you ever need proof that notes do not reflect the quality of a fic, look no further. the language, the mastery of tension, and beauty of these descriptions are one two punches that knock me on the ass. genuinely one of my favorite frankie fics of all time.

wanna bet? by @write-and-buried i debated putting this or her celestial navigation fic on this list, but this one just tickles me. i love it when authors throw in a confident, sex-obsessed dieter now and again and this makes me howl. and the DEBAUCHERY of the statue oh my god!

give it to me @sp00kymulderr okay now to be fair, this review is entirely biased. i genuinely love gideon and all that they bring to this fandom. plus, they let me scream about dieter and then sends me dieter pictures that make me scream even louder. this fic is SO important to me. dieter here is everything i need and want: hesitant, anxious, but so madly in love. if i could wake up in one single fic every day, it'd be this one.

stepwise by @the-scandalorian i joined this fandom through din and this has been, and always will be, one of my top favorites. the evolution of din from being touch averse to LUSTING after it, it kills me. it's a oneshot but so much is accomplished in such a short time. the writing here is simply superb.

salvatore by @devilmademewriteit i came for the premise, stayed for the smut, and continued for the banter. i go back to this one all the time for inspiration with my own writing and then i get sucked in and read the whole thing through -- twice. javi drives me absolutely wild in this.

a whole new can of worms by @hier--soir i accidentally read this out of order initially, but this was just reason for me to reread it from start to finish. fwb!joel can be really hit or miss for me, and primarily because this fic sets the standard. this feels like a real joel, a joel that has lost and found loved ones all through out his life and now in jackson, he can finally relearn what it means to be a lover. so good, so fun with the banter -- and the friggin' greenhouse scene -- woof!

telltale heart @astroboots i am a SUCKER for 'frankie fixes his life' fics and this is one of the best. there are consequences for his choices in colombia, one that almost has him lose his family, and the woman he loves. this a real, genuine struggle for two people to overcome a seemingly impossible challenge in their marriage. you know the phrase, love conquers all? yeah this is that fic.

brand you in the way it counts by @charnelhouse charnel was one of the first authors i read for the pedroverse -- and i mean i READ her. i read every single one of her fics at least twice and this one always sends me over the edge. it's such an inspiration to my own writing and i keep going back to her whole body of work to be reminded i can always improve my own writing

west by @radiowallet when people want to know why fanfic matters, i want to show them this fic. it is achingly beautiful and written with a loving and gentle hand. joel is a messy, broken man but still capable, still good, still wanting to find love in this and i adore everything about this. Oneshots can be more devastating than multichapters because they end and this is one of them that drags me back to it constantly.

And to that weird little dude out of Chile who has no idea how much light he brings to the world…

Much love, Taylor 🤍

[dreamerdoesthewritething]

[Part 9 incoming. I really should name this thing, other than always referring to it as the AFAB Bestie x Leon fic series. I just don't know what to name it lmao. Also the whole Friends With Benefits suggestion came outta nowhere. This thing has a life of its own, I swear! Contains spoilers for RE4R]

[Post with links to previous parts]

Leon treated you to dinner that night. Nothing fancy, but not simple fast food, either. A little dine-in experience, which was a nice change of pace from what the two of you usually had when you were together. Him paying was also different. The waitress did try to give him free dessert once she realized you weren't his girlfriend, but Leon immediately passed it over to you, much to her chagrin. She tried to slip him her number on a napkin, too, only to stare in shock as he tore it up in front of her and tossed it in the trash. He didn't even apologize. In fact, he reported her to her supervisor for making him uncomfortable. You almost felt bad for the poor waitress as Leon took you away from the restaurant at the same moment her boss started chewing her out. Almost.

Don't disrespect his friend by ignoring her or you'll find out his civility only goes so far.

It's a nice night out. Leon suggests going for that "goddamn walk" you mentioned earlier while finally opening up to him. You're grateful the streetlights aren't bright enough to give away how red you become from being reminded of that. There's a park of decent size not too far from the diner and your home, with a large pond that has a nice stone bridge that crosses over it. You've been to it many times in your life. Tonight feels different, though. There's something about it ...You just can't put your finger on it.

You walk by Leon's side, hands in the pockets of your jacket. Leon mirrors you. You notice he's not wearing his favorite jacket, the one your parents sent him for a birthday gift a couple of months ago. The brown sheepskin bomber, ridiculously expensive but well worth the cost in everyone's opinion, was missing. Leon had been wearing it every chance he had since receiving it. Why not now?

Noticing your quizzical gaze, Leon let out an awkward chuckle. "Your parents are gonna kill me."

"Why?"

"Because I lost an eighteen hundred dollar jacket in Spain," he replies.

"Wha--How do you lose a jacket in Spain?"

"Get knocked the fuck out and someone steals it while you're unconscious," he says, and it's so casual you almost dismiss it.

"Leon...I think the jacket is the least important part of what you just said. What the hell happened to you in--? Oh, right. You probably can't tell me. Classified, need to know, etcetera."

"Technically yes," he admits. "But I'll tell you, anyway, if you really want to know."

"I don't want you to get into any trouble because of me."

"I get into trouble all the time, whether I want to or not. If Uncle Sam says to jump, I'm not even supposed to ask how high. I just do what the man says." The bitterness is so strong, you can almost taste it. He takes a deep breath. "So, do you want to know about Spain?"

You hesitate for a moment before saying, "If you're willing to share, I'm happy to listen."

So it begins. He tells you all about the mission, starting with what it was in the first place. President Graham's daughter, Ashley, was kidnapped from her college campus. A cult was responsible. They received intel from an unknown source that she was taken to a rural area in Spain. He was sent there, along with two cops from the area. He and Ingrid Hunnigan, the woman assigned to help provide him with information and to send out a chopper once Ashley was found, were forced to use stupid code names. "Condor One." "Baby Eagle." "Roost." As if those weren't obvious to whom they were referring.

The officers fell victim to the villagers, who had been infected with a parasite. A Plaga. Las Plagas. Los Illuminados, the cult responsible for Ashley's abduction, was to blame. They forced everyone they came in contact with to carry Las Plagas, injecting them with an egg that would hatch and proceed to steal control of the body from the host. If you were lucky, anyway. Some people they simply killed, like the cops who brought him to the village.

Las Plagas work as a hive mind, taking orders from one dominant Plaga who controlled the cult's leader, a man named Saddler. He wanted to infect Ashley to help spread the reach of Las Plagas throughout the world, or some shit like that. He also had Leon injected with a Plaga egg, intending to unite him with the so-called holy body.

Leon tries to explain what Las Plagas look like and how they affect you. Sounds like an alien invasion, or a scene from Alien. It's eerie how much of it sounds like it came straight out of the nightmares you had while Leon was living through it. The black veins. The blood red eyes. The parasites. The fleshy tentacled monstrous abominations. There's no way you should know what these things look like, yet you can recall them so clearly, like you saw them with your own eyes.

While fighting to stay himself and to save Ashley, he encountered some familiar faces he wishes he never saw again. Ada, who apparently survived Raccoon City and was in the area for the same reason she was in RC. Major Jack Krauser, his hardass mentor when he was first forced to become a special agent, who became disillusioned by the American government after the fallout of a different mission two years ago and decided to join Los Illuminados because of it. While Ada did provide some assistance when Leon needed it and it suited her, he wasn't happy to see her, especially since she lived and had a Plaga sample with her when she made her escape, just like she did with the G-Virus years ago. As for Krauser... He couldn't be saved. Not from Los Illuminados, not from Las Plagas, and certainly not from himself. Leon had no choice but to kill him.

Leon takes a moment to collect himself after revealing this, putting his arms on the stone railing on the bridge as he looks down into the pond water below. You stand by his side, copying his actions except you keep your eyes on him.

Like with Raccoon City, there were people he met and lost in the same day. Those two officers, killed by the villagers, of course. Then there was Luis Sera, or Luis Serra-Navarro. Luis. A researcher who once worked for Umbrella and then for Los Illuminados. He had a change of heart, decided to help Ashley and Leon since he already successfully removed his own Plaga, and went to great risk to do so. He did have an arrangement of some kind with Ada regarding that Plaga that Leon mentioned earlier, but...He was a good man who made some really shitty choices in his life. He died because he was helping Leon rescue Ashley. Krauser stabbed him in the back and then tried to kill Leon. One of Luis's final actions saved Leon from dying right along with him.

"Remind me to find a copy of Don Quixote," Leon says with a halfhearted smile. "Luis loved that book. Kept making references to it throughout our short time together. I know of it, but I've never read it. I should."

There was also Mike, the helicopter pilot who came to give Leon backup on the island where Ashley was taken. This was after dealing with the village and then the castle. Leon walks you through the journey somewhat quickly, dropping names of people he had to fight if he knows them and the places they were. Bitores Mendez, village. Ramon Salazar, castle. Osmund Saddler, island. When Leon was on the island in pursuit of Ashley, Mike showed up with the helicopter Hunnigan sent to support him. Mike helped even the odds against the well-armed Plagas-infected forces there, but was ultimately killed when some insectoid B.O.W.s attacked the chopper, causing him to lose control. All Leon knew about Mike was his name...and that he knew a good bar they could go to for drinks had he survived.

Ashley survived, though. Thanks to Luis and his laboratory on the island, she lived and she was cured of the Plaga. She in turn helped cure Leon of his when he passed out from the exhaustion of fighting for hours and hours on end with little time for resting. It's no wonder he's as battered and bruised as he is. It's a miracle he's not worse off, to be honest, or even dead.

You rest your hand on top of one of his, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. His other hand moves on top of it as he holds it in earnest, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Did you...have any thoughts of...doing something drastic while you were infected?" you ask with much hesitance.

He reads between the lines. "No, no. By the time I found out I was infected, I already had Ashley. She was my number one priority. I never really considered...Maybe, in the back of my mind, but if I did that, then I would've had to--Ashley..."

"What...was it like? I mean...if you don't mind me asking."

"Awful. Just...fucking awful. I wasn't in control of myself. It was painful to resist. Saddler's goddamn voice was in my head...I thought my head was going to fucking explode and a goddamn monster was going to take its place. Thought my body was going to...Ugh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine, I understand."

"It's over...for now. I'm not sure what Ada wanted that Plaga amber for...I can't believe I let her play me again. She makes me feel so--"

"You're not stupid, Leon. You want to see the best in people. You always have. She just took advantage of that. She didn't get as far as she has without the skills to back it up. Is Ada even her--?"

"No, it's not her real name. And even if it was, there's too many Ada Wongs out there to narrow down which one is her." Catching the look you're giving him out of the corner of his eye, he explains, "I've looked into it on my own time. You're still the only person I've ever told about Ada...Though in her line of work with B.O.W.s and bio-terrorism in general, her existence is probably not as secret as it once was."

"I'm sorry she's hurt you...again."

"Don't be. As much as I hate to admit it, without her being there, I'm not sure Ashley and I would've survived. So...She was helpful. Not sure if that balances the scales, exactly, but..."

"Well, I'm glad you made it. I just wish you wouldn't have to do this."

"Yeah. Me, too."

A long pause. Then, you say, "Let's go to Barnes & Noble tomorrow. It should have at least one copy of Don Quixote. The question is, you want the translated version, or are you good enough with Spanish to read it in its original language?"

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, I only know enough to get by. There's no way in hell I'd be able to read an entire book, even if I wanted to."

"Sounds like quitter talk, but fine. We'll do the English version and forget there's anything that could've possibly been lost in translation."

He raised an eyebrow, though in the dark of night you can't really see it. You just kind of know he's doing it. "We? What do you mean, 'we?'"

"I could read it with you. I've never read it before, either."

"Oh, you don't have to--"

"I want to, though. It's something we can do together, in your friend's honor."

He smiles. "I'd like that."

It's late. You should be heading back to your home, and Leon realizes this, too. He offers you his arm. With a small smile, you take it, resting your head against his bicep. Wow, even in its relaxed state, it's big. If there's one good thing that came out of Leon's enslavement, it's how it really whipped him into shape. You kind of miss when he was softer and a bit squishy, though.

There's a pleasant silence on the walk back. Leon feels a little lighter now that he's had a chance to talk about his experience against Los Illuminados. Even if it doesn't undo the damage, it at least reminds him that he doesn't have to be alone in this. You're here. You'll always be here.

And you're not going to be judgy like that professional people keep trying to push him to see. Fuck therapy. It hasn't helped him in the past and it won't help him now. Hell, they'd probably tell him the monsters he's fought and almost died to aren't real, that they're all in his head. Hallucinations. Yeah, no. He's had hallucinations. He knows the difference. He knows he does have issues, but some doctor who spends all day on a couch listening to people talk about their problems isn't going to solve them, especially when the existence of B.O.W.s isn't common knowledge.

"Hey, Leon."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking back to that conversation we didn't have while making the guest bed. Did you...really imply you wanted us to be friends who, uh...?"

You trail off, too embarrassed to finish the question. He feels your face get hotter through the fabric of his jacket sleeve. You're not alone in that, however. He's just as flustered, if not more so.

"I, uh, might have, yeah. If that makes you uncomfortable--"

"It doesn't. It just...caught me off guard. It's not every day my best friend suggests we fuck, you know?" Nervous laughter escapes you as you resist the urge to pull away from him. "Especially since I admitted just before that that I...feel like your security blanket. If I was anyone else, I'd...assume you're finding another way to use me."

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that at all. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, it's fine!" You're so quick to reassure him that he almost doesn't believe you. "I'm the one that made the joke about doing you in the first place, so I really don't have a problem with it. Really! The only reason I'm bringing it up is...I want to know if you meant it, or if it really was just us messing around."

Well now, how's Leon supposed to respond to that?

He remembers drunkenly confessing to loving you years ago, on the first anniversary of the end of Raccoon City. He even kissed you. You acted like it never happened. You probably didn't even believe him, given his mental state at the time. He chose not to bring it up again at the time because he realized his new life wouldn't allow a relationship to take up any space in it. It was too dangerous, too time-consuming, too demanding, and so much more.

But now, after everything that's happened and with the passing of time, he can't help wondering if he should try again.

"Actually, sweetheart, I...I did mean it."

"Wow," is your simple reply, quickly followed by, "I can't believe the Leon S. Kennedy thinks I'm fuckable. Holy shit..."

"It's not just that, babe. I love yo--"

"We'll have to take it slow," you say, oblivious to cutting Leon off. "I'm still a virgin, so I'll probably be really, really disappointing. You'll have to show me the ropes."

"The ropes? Isn't it early to be--?"

"Not actual ropes, silly! That kinky shit is way outta my comfort zone right now. Geez, I haven't even been touched by anyone and you think I wanna be tied up for my first time? Please."

You laugh, and the way your entire face lights up has Leon in awe as he looks down at you still clinging to his arm.

"At least you took me to dinner first," you add. "Such a gentleman."

"Whoa, hang on. I never said we'd--You're getting ahead of us here." That isn't to say you're implied enthusiasm isn't appreciated. It's kind of a turn-on, if anything. The heat is pooling in an area other than his face. Leon needs to try to focus on something else or--

"I know, I know. I'm not about to hop into bed with you without protection, which neither of us has at the house. And also...Well..." You hide your face in his arm, away from his gaze. You're unable to take it while thinking about this conversation. "I'm not ready for it. Not...Not yet. Which is dumb because I'm twenty-seven and practically everyone my age has fucked at least once, but--"

"There's nothing dumb about it, and there's nothing wrong with you."

"Isn't there, though? There's teenagers with more experience than me. I'm a grown woman. Shouldn't I have...?" You shake your head. "I guess that would've meant I let someone into my life, huh? Trusted someone to love and respect me? And I'd have to be attracted to someone other than yo--I mean, be attracted to someone." You sigh. "It's no wonder the only kiss I've had was when we were both drunk. I don't put myself out there enough."

"Nothing wrong with that." Leon maneuvers the arm you're holding so it's now around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he gives you a tight squeeze. "You're overthinking this, sweetheart. We're not going to jump right in and I'm not expecting anything from you. It doesn't even have to happen if you don't want it. The last thing I would ever want to do is push you into something you're not ready for. You set the pace. I'll follow your lead."

"I thought following a lady's lead wasn't your style."

You both laugh at that. Dorks. It's something stupid he's said before, something he often liked to believe he did. But for you, he'll make you an exception. You're always the exception. His exception.

He leans down to leave a kiss on the top of your head. You shrink into him, unable to do much else other than giggle in response. What's going on today? You have no clue what's gotten into Leon that he's coming onto you and giving you a kiss. At the very least, you know it's not alcohol. He hasn't had even a drop. His breath doesn't reek of it, either. So what was the deal?

Eh, you're not going to complain. You find yourself enjoying his doting too much to try to put a stop to it. Not to mention the possibility of something you imagined happening since high school might actually come true after all this time. Leon really knows how to make a lady feel special.

But you're just best friends.

You're not dating. You're not a couple. You're not together.

Just best friends...

...now with potential benefits.

[endmylifelad]

Dick Centric Conversations

Dick: if we locked Bruce and Jason in a room together, who would end up crying first?

Tim: the room.

—

Dick, aggressively sneezes: oof that came out of nowhere..

Jason:

Dick: you’re not going to say “god bless you” or anything?

Jason: my presence is a blessing enough. Be grateful, you damn brat.

—

Dick, fed up with being called the golden boy: god damnit Jason. Grow up and move on. You’re acting like you’re five.

Jason: yeah, five heads taller than you.

—

Duke, running from a shootout as civilians: we shouldn’t have come. I knew it! We should not have come!

Dick: but we had to! Safety in numbers, remember?

Duke: yeah and there’s also death in numbers!

Dick: wh-

Duke: IT’S CALLED A MASSACRE, RICHARD!

—

Cop: you’re under arrest! Put your hands where I can see them!

Red Hood: you’re new, ain’t cha.

Cop: I said show me your hands and get down on the ground!

Officer Grayson: put your gun down, Dan. I got this.

Cop, hesitantly lowers his gun: okay…

Officer Grayson: Hood, need I remind you that Thanksgiving is coming up? I’m sure your family would hate it if you couldn’t go to your family’s dinner because you were in the locker…

Red Hood: you’re an evil bastard, you know that?

Cop: you know this guy?

Officer Grayson: unfortunately.

—

Nightwing: alright, I have decided to put my faith and trust in you.

Deathstroke: I can not think of a worse decision one could ever make. What is wrong with you.

—

Bruce: damnit Jason, what did you do this time?

Jason: you can’t be mad at me nor blame me for this! I was just minding my own business-

Dick: we all know that that’s a load of horse shit. Don’t even try to lie your ass outta this. I’m not cleaning or rescuing you this time, not after you stole my goddamn cereal.

—

Random guy at a bar, interested in Dick: hey there handsome, are you taken?

Dick: yeah, for granted.

—

Jason, third day of being Robin and stole the Batmobile: could you maybe not tell Bruce about this?

Dick: this isn’t even the worse disappointing thing you’ve done or will do in the future. And besides, I don’t tell B shit.

Jason: coulda just said that…

—

Dick: hey, want to hear a joke?

Roy: ugh sure. What is it.

Dick: why did the chicken cross the road?

Roy: don’t know. Why.

Dick: to get to the idiots house.

Roy: hilarious.

Dick: knock knock!

Roy, rubbing his face in annoyance: who is it.

Dick: the chicken!

Roy: Dick Grayson, I won’t punch you in the face on one condition.

Dick: what is it?

Roy: go tell that joke to Wally.

[quirrrky]

THE BOY NEXT DOOR 「02. THE NEIGHBOR II」

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𐑂 2.7k+ words  𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door?   𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

Moments ago you were scared shitless for your life because of Miya Atsumu. Now, you were at the receiving end of his burning admonishments for simply defending yourself. Why am I here Why do I have to be here?

He was relentless and he was not even done yet. "What kind of an idiot would just spray shit on someone else's face?"

Idiot? As far as you're concerned, you were never an idiot. And to hear that from someone who knew nothing about the shit you'd been through was unacceptable. You had to bear lots of paperworks at work, your officemates were complete pain in the ass, the rumors they spread weren't helping at all and, lastly, you hadn't gotten the much needed quality sleep to be patient through all this because of his noise. And now..

"Who's the idiot? You're calling me an idiot? It's you who ran towards me like it's your goddamn business!" You exploded.

Atsumu was taken aback. He never had anyone answered back to him like that aside from Samu.

"I thought yer in danger. I ran to you 'cuz you seem to be running away from someone!"

"I'm running away from you, you idiot!" You burst out. Tightly clenching your fists, your face all red now with all the pent-up frustrations you had been enduring all this time. Damn, it felt so good. You couldn't remember the last time you let out so much weight on your shoulders until now. You were never a confrontational person but there's something about Miya Atsumu that got you so riled up you were able to release this much.

He flinched and just stared at you, speechless. You were like an angry dragon! He never saw that comin' yet it was kinda' interestin' to see that side of you come outta nowhere.

"Still, you gotta pay for this." He said, looking away from you.

You sighed. You had too many burdens to even prolong this petty conversation. "Look, I'll just withdraw some money and we can talk about the compensation you need."

Money?  "Do you really think you can just pay me and run away?" Atsumu scoffed.

"So what do you need?" You asked, nonchalantly. Let's end this now.

Yeah, Atsumu what do ya want? He asked himself. You, who barely pay him attention when all he try'na do was to befriend you the entire week, were gettin' so fired up because of him. It was quite excitin' What could be the most annoying thing you'd find right now?

Before he could even answer, the doctor came in to give some instructions.

"Since your vision is not in its tip-top shape yet, and per your manager's instructions, you will be admitted here in the hospital for a week. You said it's still blurry and you can't see properly so we'll be doing extensive examinations on your eyes." The doctor informed and continued. "It is also highly-advisable for you to have someone who can assist you around while you can't see properly."

That's right...Atsumu pointed his thumb over you. "Her...It'll be her. She'll be assistin' me." It was just his joke.

"What?" You protested in shock.

The doctor, then, acknowledged. "Oh, I see, your girlfriend."

"No!" You both exclaimed as you looked at each other then looked away again.

"Anyone can assist you. I'll ask them to prepare your room now. I'll be right back." The doctor excused and walked away.

"I'm sure you'll feel better soon Atsumu-san especially that Y/N here will be taking care of you!" Hinata said, lightening up the situation.

Yes, Atsumu would be fine. In fact, he felt victory by pulling off that kind of trick. But I won't be... You thought. One week of Miya Atsumu and you might end up in a morgue at the end of it.

You were about to refuse him but you saw him wincing in pain. He couldn't even easily open his eyes. Guilt crumbled in your stomach.

"What time do you need me tomorrow?" You said.

Tsumu had his eyes wide. He...never expected that it would be okay for you? He gulped. Yer very unpredictable and it was surprising him in a different way.

"Whatever's comfortable with ya."

"That means I have to get home now since I'll be waking up earlier." You pointed at Hinata. "He's still here to look after you."

You headed out, feeling tired after a very long day. You were just there to throw garbage and this all happened.

"Wait! Wait up!" Someone called you and you stopped walking to look back.

"Hinata? Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's just...Atsumu-san. He asked me to walk you home since it's already super late and there's a serial killer going around."

"H-He did?"

Hinata nodded. "He also wanted me to tell you that you can just bring him lunch tomorrow, so you won't have to wake up early."

You were taken aback. You never expected a really kind gesture from him and it was throwing you off in a different way.

"Miya!" You called out loudly but he was still snoring. You were about to shake him off but you hesitated. Were you really that close to touch him? "Hey, Miya!" You called again.

Geez...

"Miya!" You finally shrugged his shoulder.

He complained. "Just a minute."

"I don't have a minute."

Wait...Realizing it was you, he sat up. "Y-Y/N?" He questioned and he was then shut up with a meal on his mouth. "What the heck- ish thish? 'm not even ready for that!"

"That's chicken teriyaki." You answered.

"Did you really cook this for me?"

You scoffed. "Stop imagining things. I got this from 7-Eleven."

"How can ya feed me convenience store food? It's bad for my die-"

Blah blah blah..."Just eat it. I was just kidding. This is the lunch I cooked for myself."

He mumbled as you continued feeding him.

"What's with the bandage?" You asked, noticing that he had one wrapped around his eyes.

"Doc said so I can avoid opening my eyes and let the meds do its work."

Oh I see..."Would you be alright here all alone?" You murmured almost to yourself.

"What?" He asked, not hearing you clearly.

"N-Nothing." It's not as if you cared.

He opened his mouth again, anticipating another spoonful.

"That's it." You said, packing up your lunch box.

"What? That's it?"

"Yeah, I better go back to the office now."

"Hey, that can't be it! I'm a grown-ass man. I need food."

You rolled your eyes. "I can't believe you. You're here complaining when I haven't even eaten yet and I'll probably just grab some random stuff from the convenience store."

Atsumu was about to say something but he closed his mouth and just turned away. "Fine, go now, go. I don't wanna owe you for bein late."

You were about to leave when three men entered his hospital room. It was Hinata with...the two from the night you first saw Atsumu, Bloody Crime Scene and Head Smasher.

"Hi Y/N!" Hinata greeted and you gave him a smile in return.

Head smasher gaped and exclaimed, "You are the neighbor! The one Tsum Tsum here can't stop talking about because he can't figure out how to talk to y-"

"Hey, stop it! That ain't true! Stop it! Shut up! Just shut up!" Tsumu protested.

You were curious and confused at the same time but you were seriously running out of time. "I really have to go now."

Atsumu was relieved that you left before Bokuto could say something that would embarrass him more.

"I heard you're still hungry." Bokuto said. "There's the hospital ration here. Do you-"

"No, just no. I don't wanna be fed by you!" Atsumu refused, which brought him back to the lunch you fed him. He couldn't believe it. You only ate that much? How could you survive the day with so little nourishment? That brought him back to his first attempt of befriending you.

He just got his supply of onigiri from Osamu back then and wanted to share some with you, but you just walked past him without even casting him a glance like you weren't even existing.

Ever since that day you hadn't even let him finish greeting you to have a great night, there was something about you that he wanted to probe further and he'd been trying to catch your attention since then.

Girls continuously knocking on his door and neighbors who did nothing but poke their heads on his life were the reasons why he transferred to a new apartment. He wished that he would get  a new with a neighbor who would only care about not minding his personal business.

You were the only girl who didn't give a damn about him. When others would run towards him and scream his name, you looked away and avoided him as much as possible.

You checked out everything on his list yet...it didn't seem that fine. Somehow, catching your attention was surprisingly more interesting for him.

Breathing deeply, there's still 10 minutes left before you leave the office. Your officemates chattered around; through your screen, you saw them looking at you. You wished you had the courage to confront them about this, but they were too many and they were too good at comebacks. You always get tongue-tied in such confrontations. Miya Atsumu was an odd exemption and maybe you had the courage last night because you were at your limit.

"We haven't seen you in the cafeteria today." One of Nako's friends pointed out.

"I never thought you'd notice me." You said, turning off your computer.

"How can we not? You're always by yourself there." Nako answered.

You didn't continue further as you didn't feel like they have the right to know anything about your personal life.

You logged out from your work in a haste, trying not to catch anymore of their bullshit. You stopped by in front of the convenience store, remembering that you weren't able to prepare for Atsumu's dinner.

You turned the other way around, recalling that he's such a diva about his food and won't accept anything from a convenience store, so you were forced to shed out some cash to buy him something from a restaurant.

With a paper bag containing freshly-cooked tempura in your hand, you headed to the hospital, when the rain began falling. Great. Just great. Thankfully, it was just near the apartment building and you always had your umbrella with you.

Arriving there, you noticed that there was a lot of people near Atsumu's room; you were about to head inside but someone stopped you.

"You have to fall in line."

Fall in line? "What?" You asked.

"Yes, get back there before you could see Atsumu-senpai."

You looked through the line and it was insanely long. What is this? You didn't know he had consultation services too. He's not even a doctor to have a queue.

"Yes, get back there!" Another one complained and they all passed you backwards. One of them did it recklessly hard that you loosened your grip from the paperbag.

Noooooo! It was too expensive! It was more than your daily food allowance!

Much to your luck, someone caught it before it fell and also supported your back when you were pushed quite hard.

"I don't like people who are wastin' food." He said in a very sharp tone that scared the girls.

His voice. It's...

"Miya?" You looked up to find that..."Wait.."

He gave you a bright smile. "Osamu. Miya Osamu. The twin."

You gaped. "Oh."

"I assume yer Y/N."

"How do you know that?"

"You don't know me. His fan girls do." He explained, pointing at the long line. "C'mere! It's this way."

You went upstairs with him, wondering. "This morning his room was..."

"Yeah, rumors're fast. They found out he's stayin' there and the hospital had to move us somewhere they're not allowed."

You couldn't believe it...Atsumu's that famous? You were only hearing his name from your officemates from time to time, but you didn't expect he'd have this huge fanbase.

"His fan girls? He...has fan girls?" You voiced out in disbelief and Osamu laughed.

"This is why he talks a lot about you." He said.

"Me?"

"Yeah, he also told me to stay with him everynight 'cuz you won't be able to look after him. Somethin' about a serial killer."  Osamu said and opened the door for you. "Here ya go."

Looking at Atsumu, his bandage was removed now but he still had his eyes closed.

"YN's here." His twin announced.

"She's here?" He asked, sounding like a dog when his owner finally arrived. Dry cough followed like he didn't care that much. "Not expecting that much from ya though."

You scoffed. You were sure he was kind of happy you made this much hassle to visit him tonight. Your attention was shifted from him when the news tackled something very familiar to you.

Another lifeless body of a twenty-four year old woman was found last night. The said woman was speculated to be murdered by the roaming serial killer. Investigators warned the public that the said killer is attacking single women around the public bathhouses.

"Can't say the same for Omi but I can tell ya we ain't no murderers. Another kill count last night when I'm all locked up here. Now, ain't that enough proof for ya?"

"Yeah, that you managed to escape out of the hospital last night." You teased.

Osamu laughed at your retort.

"Hey! I can't believe you! I can't see shit and yer saying I escaped here?"

You smiled a little. He was very dramatic yet it was kind of entertaining.

"Hey, hey, easy now. She bought you somethin' You should be grateful." Osamu interjected.

Geez....Atsumu opened the paper bag and the food container. His eyes widened with joy at the sight of tempura. He winced afterwards due to the slight pain. Remembering it was from you, he pouted and looked away. "T-Thanks."

"Welcome." You said.

"Here," Osamu called you and reached out a different paperbag. "You can have this for dinner. I made that myself."

Your eyes beamed not expecting you'd be eating something different tonight. "Thank you!"

"I don't know you can be that nice." Atsumu spat out.

"Well, your brother was a lot nicer than you." You replied.

Whoa! He did everything to be such a friendly neighbor to you yet...You're telling him that Osamu was a lot nicer than him?

"I don't want this anymore." Atsumu said, setting aside the tempura you bought for him.

You inhaled deeply, mustering the last string of patience that you have. "I...have to go buy that with the limited budget that I have. I even have to go here through the rain and bear the attitude of your fangirls! Then, you're telling me you're just gonna throw that away!"

He pretended not to hear as he folded his arms across his chest.

You sighed. "Fine, do whatever you want. Just don't expect me to be here tomorrow or the next coming days."

"Hey! We had an agreement."

"Whatever! I prefer you to be here anyway than having you next door!"

You stormed out and Atsumu was left hurt. How could someone tell him that? He turned to the food you gave him. Somehow, he felt really bad at how he acted.

Osamu watched him struggle to get the food back to his lap again, so he sat beside his brother and assisted him with it.

"You acted like a bitch y'know that, right?"

"I know! I know! I know!" Dammit! Now, he felt really bad for it. Just when he thought he could finally talk to you properly, it looked like it's all back to zero again.

You rushed home that night with mixed feelings. You knew you went overboard, but you were really offended when he just took the food you put too much effort into for granted.

But maybe...you shouldn't have involved his brother. What if they have the usual sibling drama?

You sighed, tousling your hair.  

The next day came and Atsumu was up too early...maybe because he hadn't gotten any sleep at all, feeling bad about how childish he acted towards you last night. Aughhhhhh...Why was he overthinking about this? He usually didn't care about what others would feel!

However, his internal struggle was cut when he heard the door opening.

"Y-Y/N?" He squinted his eyes to look carefully.

"A promise is a promise." You said, sitting by his bed. "Besides, this is only just for a week. Augh! I almost forgot. You'll live next door again when you get out of here." You said in exasperation.

"Hey, I can hear ya. I'm just here y'know." He fussed out and a soft chuckle slipped out of you because of his annoying yet humorous expression. "Wait, wait! Did I just make you laugh?"

You shut him up by stuffing food in his mouth. "You're delusional."

Atsumu smiled though his munching while you caught yourself doing the same. You immediately wiped it off. No way! There's no way Miya Atsumu was getting through you.

𐑂 AN : Next week’s gonna be a big chapter! It’ll definitely be a major turning point so watch out for it! 🫶 Chapter 3 will be on Thursday and 4 will be on Sunday (my graduation day)! 

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✧ DAYDREAM MUSEUM ✧

[lilflowerpot]

This thought came outta nowhere, but will Shiro continue to use the sleeping pills, or will he switch to an alternative method like Keith? I know this is spoilers so you don’t have to answer :)

“Number one… Shiro?” The guilt that flashes across Coran’s features at that apparent slip of the tongue is enough. Keith had no idea, but he should have done. Of course Shiro had nightmares: he’d been a gladiator of the Empire for a year, they’d taken his arm for Christ’s sake, and done god-knows what else to him in those druid labs. Obviously, Takashi-fucking-Shirogane had nightmares, and was too much of a self-sacrificial moron to ever mention it to anyone, instead opting to shoulder the burden all by himself. As always. Goddamn idiot. Keith swallows his frustration—because he should have realised, he should have known—long enough to ask, “Does he… still have them?” Is he still suffering alone? It’s with a guilty sort of reluctance that Coran admits he’s unsure, and that while Shiro has asked for something to dull the occasional headache, since his return he’s not mentioned dreaming one way or another. This doesn’t exactly make it any easier, knowing that Shiro has been hurting with little more than alien drugs to help him through it, but the hope that the worst of it has passed does serve to pacify Keith for the time being. - Little Blade, chapter 03

I'm going to say that this one technically isn't spoilers because I'd intended for the implication to have been there from the start (though evidently that was less successful than I'd hoped 😅) but while Shiro acquired the sleeping meds pretty immediately after first stepping foot on the Castle of Lions, he hasn't asked for a top-up since,,, so even accounting for the time he went missing, it's been phoebs, and thus both Keith & Coran have inferred that the black paladin is—for whatever reason—no longer taking them!

But once again, the specifics of that which may/may not occur in the future shall remain a mystery to all but me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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send ❤ to just. grab my muse and kiss the HELL out of them. just do it. (Stella and Rip)

Rip had been taking off his boots on the front porch when Stella came out of nowhere, kissing the hell outta him. He stopped what he was doing and kisses back. "Goddamn darling you took my breath away." He grins. "What'd I do to deserve a kiss like that?'

[principalinstigator]

I only recently got into Sailor Moon. A little late I know but hear me out. This series gave me the worst case of queerbait from 3 decades past like no show has (yes even CW's Supergirl).

Nobody told me about the Sailor Stars. There was no warning about the damage it would inflict to my young soul from the unadulterated yearning and repression the season would bring. I was happily enjoying the og magical girl of all magical girls live her teenage years fighting evil, in the name of the moon, falling in love, fullfilling her destiny, occasionally arguing with her daughter from the future, until this curveball of a season came outta nowhere.

So let me explain how I experienced this life changing event this year before I fall further into dispair because of an anime that aired before I was born.

In this season, Usagi basically lived out every fangirl’s fantasy scenarios before anyone else did.

The first scene of her meeting Seiya was by accident and she snuck in a film set and didn't know who he was. The second time, they bump into each other on the street. The next time is when he attends her school and he recognizes her and sits behind her in class, pays attention to no one else for the rest of the school year. Asks her out on a date, saves her life, gets a secret identity reveal, saves her life some more, then she saves his life, they get into a romeo and juliet situation, also destiny interferes, also that goddamn scene in the rain of him asking her if he's enough, and how am I supposed to process the fact that Seiya can change gender in the animated series too but Usagi does not care about that, like what the actual fuck

They went on for the whole season like this because Mamoru (Tuxedo Mask) was GONE gone. He basically died the same day Seiya first sees Usagi, and I shit you not, when Seiya first saw Usagi it's literally in that slow-mo, flower effects, and wind chimey music kinda way.

Throughout the season, Usagi mentions she has a boyfriend but, narratively, they got rid of him to tell this story with just their dynamic and IT SLAPPED. But the show had to end, people were brought back to life including Mamoru, destinies had to be fullfilled and it's like they only had that little pocket of tragic first love goodness in there and all of their friends KNOW. The fact that it's queer is just icing on the cake but also how can a show from 30 years ago do me dirty like this 😭😭😭

[gyomei-hime]

           -       ❛    𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠  𝑎𝑖𝑛’𝑡  𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑡𝑜  𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒  𝑡𝑜.  ❜ 

❛❛   𝐖𝐇𝐀❜𝐃𝐀   𝐘𝐀   𝐀   𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍❜   𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓   𝐎𝐑   ❜𝐒𝐔𝐇𝐍?   Goddamn   pale   bastard   out   here   writing   a   fuckin'   sonnet   at   me.   ❜❜

A   savage   little   curl   of   the   lip,   lopsided   baring   of   his   teeth   that   sets   right   eye   narrowed   incredulously   at   the   other   as   he   spoke.   Eyes   as   dark   as   two   charcoal   voids   roved   his   body   language,   hungry   for   some   clue   as   to   why   the   male   seemed   to   feel   so   subdued   with   these   words.   or   was   it   just   him?   Metal   bat   was   used   to   this   rowdy   sunovabitch   just   welcoming   himself   wherever   he   pleased   with   that   shit   attitude   and   that   aggressive   aura   of   his   practically   leaking   out   of   ears;   body   slouched   deceptively,   but   his   body   was   corded   and   ready   to   strike   out   at   someone   in   an   instant.   This,   this   was   …   new.

When   he   came   up   with   not   a   whole   lot,   really,   he   decided   instead   to   watch   his   eyes.   Hungry   like   the   wolf   had   never   been   truer   from   someone   kicking   around   like   this   one   did,   starving   for   a   bit   of   ultraviolence   and   top-tier   fighting   —   a   fight   he'd   only   been   able   to   give   him   because   he   had   fighting   spirit   in   his   veins.   He   didn't   have   all   that   fancy   footwork   nor   any   of   that   precision   hand   movement.   All   he   had   was   his   bat   and   a   bit   of   good   ol'   elbow   grease   to   throw   it   around   with.   The   longer   he   really   sat   'n   tried   to   figure   this   guy   out,   the   more   agitated   he   grew.   Lines   off   his   eyes   grew   darker,   more   pronounced,   two   dark   holes   burning   into   this   pale   bastard's   skin.

Get   some   fuckin'   sun   why   don't   cha?!   Scrubbing   his   hair   in   frustration,   he   released   a   growl   much   like   a   cat   fluffing   up   to   yowl   and   fuss.   ❛❛   I   could   maybe   try   if   ya   didn't   decide   ta   spring   this   shit   up   on   me   outta   nowhere.   Ya   so   frustratin'   ain't   even   funny,   ❜❜   he   fussed,   devolving   into   what   he   would   never   call   a   sour-faced   pout,   ❛❛   I   ain't   dumb,   so,   I   dun   know,   explain   it   ta   me   in   a   way   that   ain't   so   stupidly   vague,   aight?   ❜❜   because   if   he's   gonna   bother   to   bring   the   shit   up,   he   damn   well   won't   be   left   outta   the   dark   like   some   fuckin'   simpleton.

━━ ✦          @shinanai​​ ​  ​ ​      /       𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑜         —            * 「     ☆      /     accepting   」  .

[sapphireseafarer]

Uhh. So I went poking around in Granite Cave. And then THIS fucker came poppin’ outta nowhere and scaring the SHITE OUT OF ME.

I panicked and threw somethin’ in my bag at it… turned out that happened to be my only Great Ball and now it’s here eating my goddamn sandwich because I gave it as a peace offering.

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[Attached: A picture of an Abra, sitting on a cave floor and munching on a piece of a ham sandwich.]

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I. Am NOT a fan of psychic-types but- it’s fine this is Fine

[mentallydestroyedfemme]

warmth or wake with Shina?

(I chose BOTH! Bc together... These prompts are IMMACULATE.)

Shina was frozen. That goddamn snowstorm came outta nowhere and now she was cold and huddled into Jiraiya's side. Jiraiya, like a fucking wizard, was already dry and very warm and very very asleep. Of course, this was because he was like a furnace and was sitting right next to the fire he had going in her fireplace. But... He did look peaceful. And highly kissable. So that's what she did. Kissed him very gently on his lips in such a way she hoped wouldn't wake him up.

[66david]

@dod12919     →        FROM  LUCY  CHEN  :        prompt ↳          “ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? ”

head    on    a    swivel,        that’s    what    she’s    taught.            she    should    have    clocked    on    to    the    suspect    coming    up    from    behind          ...          but    it    was    too    late.            in    the    dark    of    the    derelict    building    came    another    man,        plank    of    wood    to    the    right    spot    to    the    head    had    kelly    hit    the    floor,        dazed    sight    watching    him    run    off          ...          no    doubt    to    get    back    up.            they    were    on    their    own    here.            completely    isolated    from    everyone    else          ---          &        now    she    was    possibly    concussed.            not    an    ideal    situation    to    be    in.

she    was    brought    round    by    lucy’s    firm    shake        &        true    words.            they’d    be    back,        &        they    needed    to    get    out    before    they    did.            hand    touched    the    tender    spot    on    her    head,        some    blood    but    that    was    to    be    expected.            she    was    wordless    as    she    came    round    but    she    heard    her.            kelly    quickly    rose    to    her    feet,        a    nod    of    her    head    followed.

❛ ❛        bastard    came    out    of    nowhere.        ❜ ❜               of    course    she    was    angry.            angry    with    the    suspect,        angry    with    herself,        but    anger    wouldn’t    do    them    any    good    right    now.            she’d    swallow    it.               ❛ ❛        i’ll    be    fine.            let’s    just    find    a    way    outta    here,        it’s    like    a    goddamn    maze.        ❜ ❜

[meyhew]

do u guys rmbr “two bananas for a pound, three bananas for a euro” ..... 

[sunfoxfic]

maybe it's just bc I grew up in a house of milk lovers but it's very obvious to me when someone is drinking from the teat of the "got milk?" campaign (pun intended) because I say that I don't like the taste of milk n they lose their mind