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down-the-rabbid-hole · 6 months

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Fuck it, BORROWER PHANDROW HEADCANON TIME!!!

Also I'm gonna write the Woodrow and Sweetlopek reuniting thing soon dw, just gonna get out some phandrow for the people who came for it :]

They "meet" around the time of the events of the Phantom show, Sweetlopek brings Woodrow along with himself and Dryad because he doesn't wanna leave Woodrow alone on pallet prime

Woodrow first sees Phantom from out of Sweet's pocket (Phantom himself none the wiser that there was a small plus one), and Woodrow was... intimidated by Phantom at first so to speak, reminder that Phantom is FOURTEEN FEET TALL while Woodrow is only a few inches

Phantom eventually finds out about the pint-sized stowaway (probably by accident) and decides to try and introduce himself! Unfortunately however he casts a large comical shadow over Woodrow and manages to scare the living daylights out of him, and Woodrow ends up fainting.

Phantom ends up running-...er...floating? To Sweetlopek worried he's killed Woodrow or something.

OKAY MEETING DONE TIME FOR SHIPPY STUFF WOOO

Phantom would be VERY fascinated by Woodrow, and just the concept of borrowers in general! He'd probably ask a lot of questions about what it's like to be so small

Phantom is always careful whenever handling Woodrow (holding him, letting him ride around in his pocket or something, ect) due to being a larger Rabbid and Woodrow being so small and fragile, Woodrow is quick to reassure Phantom that he'll be okay though! He's survived worse (cough cough, being practically trampled into a pancake)

He has a TON of pet names for Woodrow! Two of which being "My little poet" and "My pocket muse"

SPEAKING OF POCKETS: Phantom would 100% let Woodrow ride around in his pocket most of the time, he'd probably even put some cotton in there to make it more comfy! Also he's probably carry him around in a purse like some celebrities do with their dogs lmao

If Phantom can coax him into it, Woodrow would probably try reading some of his poems to Phantom, who in turn would try and protect the both of them from any misfortune that would come their way, which Woodrow is very grateful for

Phantom would also try and sing for Woodrow! But he'd be careful about it, Woodrow is small meaning he is more sensitive to loud noises, so phantom would be sure to lower his voice when singing to his little audience (begging the question, does Phantoms gramophone have something to change the volume with?

Bonus Woodrow headcannon kinda:

Can't get the mental image of him trying to properly write a poem with a pencil 5 times his size out of my head, he'd probably end up just breaking off the lead tip and using that! (For scale it would be about the size of sidewalk chalk for him)

#*collapses*#I DID IT #PHANDROW FANS COME GET YOUR FOOD #Fluffy Phandrow headcanons my beloved...#I have so many ideas about them y'all have no idea...#Dw tho I also have a little bit of angst planned >:]#As a treat~#mario + rabbids #the phantom of the bwahpera #woodrow #borrower!woodrow #borrower!phandrow #phandrow

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macabrecake · 2 years

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cake, bby, love the sandwich fics with Leon but instead of re6 Leon, and in honor of the month of October - what about a smut blurb with re2 Leon and Dan! Vamp Leon?

that could be a wild time.

pls and thank you 💕

Oooh I'm with it! And hell yeah anything for spooky month! Which we're getting closer to the end of and that makes me extremely sad 😞

So let's go out with a smutty bloody bang 😈😈😈

Nsfw under the cut, Minors this the type of graveyard smash you're NOT invited to I'm sorry.

Halloween. A time where the air grows chilly as everyone gets spooky and festive. It's also a time where many people believe that dimensional veils grow thinner. So maybe that could be an excuse as to why, instead of ghosts and ghouls paying you and your fiancé Leon a visit, it's...

Leon.

To be honest, in a time where zombie outbreaks and grotesque monsters make an appearance every other week. You're not that surprised. You are however, absolutely in love all over again. You almost forgot just how young and baby faced Leon used to be all those years ago, so quick to excitement when you mentioned getting married to him. Not to mention how funny it was when the two layed eyes on each other.

"What happened? Did we dye our hair or is that natural?" Rookie couldn't help but ask while staring at his older self, still amazed by how far he made it and how much he matured. Was kind of proud of it even. While your lover stared at his past self with something akin to envy. As if silently wishing he had that innocence back. "Dyed it. We kinda went through a lot."

Oh if the rookie cop only knew just how loaded that sentence was.

Especially when it got to the point where the three of you wanted to have a little fun. Leon wanted to show his younger counterpart how to get you worked up, which lined up perfectly with rookie's need for a stress relief- which was more than well deserved given the shit he just went through in his timeline. Course you had no problems with this idea, it's a chance to love on not just one but two Leon's.

They both moved so smoothly with you. Rookie laying on the bed with your back to his chest while your Leon towered over the both of you, beautifully working in sync like they were sharing one mind in this moment. Kisses dotted your skin that had your pulse fluttering with excitement while their hands softly kneaded and caressed from your thighs all the way up to your breasts. Making you heat up like an oven and softly whimper, your clit already aching and dripping with need. Surprise surprise, not really, Leon's been good with his hands since the beginning.

It was going very well, until your fiancé let his vampiric abilities kick in. To which rookie very calmly and collectively-

Freaked the fuck out.

Shooting upright with a yelp and scurrying away from his older self with you in his hold until his back met the headboard. Obviously terrified but still determined to keep you away from the agent as he holds you closer to his chest and brings his knees up to literally shield you with his body. Your Leon keeps his distance, hands up in defense as to not spook the rookie anymore than he already is while you try and calm him down, "Darling I promise you he's ok, he's not gonna hurt anything." You reassure while gently cupping his face. Always helps Leon on days when things become too much for him, so maybe it'll work for his younger version too.

Eventually you're able to ease his nerves, but he doesn't take to the idea so smoothly. "That's what happens to me?... As if what I just went through in Raccoon City wasn't enough?" He asks, nothing but the utter sense of betrayal seeping into his words as he looks between you and his future counterpart. It's deeply heartbreaking. Luckily, your Leon is able to talk himself down. "Look, I know it isn't what we wanted or expected. But, believe it or not, we manage to make it work." At first, the bright blonde remains a little unconvinced until you place a kiss on his cheek, "I wouldn't have said 'yes' to marrying you if I didn't know whether I could handle it or not."

A fair point he'll admit. And after a little more coaxing from your fiancé to the rookie that he swears he won't harm you in anyway, eventually things start rolling again. Both Leon's get you worked up once more, enough for rookie to slide his cock into your hot, gummy walls. Pulling a shared moan from the two of you while older Leon hums around one of your perked nipples, his fingers massaging and kneading the other. He soon let's go of your breast with a soft pop before setting his blue eyed gaze on another pair of blue eyes. A smirk dons his lips as he whispers to his past version, "Watch this."

Rookie's brow slightly raises in confusion as he watches his older self slowly kiss down your body until he ends up between your legs. That's when his pleasured haze drops into heavy unease when those veins appear again. Watching blue eyes- his eyes become swallowed up by inky blackness as the agent's fangs sink into your inner thigh, squeezing you tight when he hears you softly gasp. The only reason he doesn't spring into action is because of your fingers carding through his hair with a whisper, "It's ok." Still, the 21 year old can't help but cringe when your blood seeps past his future self's lips. He's seen enough blood in one night that will last him a lifetime. Now he's gotta be around it for a lifetime. An eternity even.

He's about to shout at himself, tell him to stop and let go of you, only to be cut off when your pussy suddenly squeezes around him tighter while the sweetest moan falls from your lips. It has rookie burying his face in your neck with a small grunt just as his older counterpart's chuckle reaches his ears, "Keep going."

Don't have to tell him twice.

The blonde wastes no time in picking up his pace, sending your head falling back against his shoulder with a high pitched whimper at the feeling of him hitting all your spots so perfectly. You knew you were done for with rookie already, hearing his cute sounds he tries so hard to keep quiet as he fucks you deep. You already feel it, that heat rising in your lower belly, you're not gonna last. It's like your first time with him all over again. And it's still just as amazing. "Leon.~" You hear him softly hum into your ear while your Leon's blood stained lips come to claim your sex.

Your eyes fly open with a gasp to stare down at the brunette, and his sinister little smirk, as he lays a hefty lick to your little bundle of nerves before beginning to noisily slurp and suck with a low groan. It works like a charm, the vibrations mixing with younger Leon's needy thrusts send you into oblivion fast. Making you wail with ecstasy as your cum gushes around the rookie and into the vampire's mouth. It isn't long after your release that the 21 year old's hips suddenly stutter, his moan muffled by your skin as he spills his load into your slippery walls.

Older Leon can't stop the smile that forms, watching his younger self make a mess of you and the way your clit visibly pumps before crawling back up to steal a little kiss from you, much to your delight as you giggle and happily return it, before glancing to rookie. "Vampires aren't so bad now, huh?"

Rookie thinks on it for a moment before giving a small shrug as he snuggles up to you more with a smile after you place a kiss to his cheek, "Still haven't determined yet." Unbeknownst to the newbie cop that that's what his older version was hoping he'd say as he lowly chuckles, "Fair enough."

And so, after making sure you were ok with it of course, the rest of the night is completely dedicated to the two Leon's lovingly holding you close between them as they push you to orgasm again, and again, and again. Older Leon snapping his hips against yours, stretching your walls around his cock while biting into your skin to drink his fill with a deep, sexy moan and sending that vampiric venom coursing through your veins that brings your euphoria to an all time high with a cry of his name. Just as younger Leon helps by roughly playing with your clit, even sweeping your blood onto his fingers to act as lube, much to his future counterpart's glee. "There ya go rookie, now you're getting it."

Ok so maybe vampires aren't completely bad, so long as he's still able to treat you right. Make you feel this good when he and his future self take turns making you cum and fill you up with their hot seed, to the point it drips out of your spent hole to join the rest of your combined arousals puddling in the cotton sheets. Do the three of you care about that? Absolutely not.

Not when your tears fall from your eyes like rain, that both Leon's sweetly kiss away, as your words fall into gibberish. Rookie and his future self could make out some words- "Leon!~" and "so g-ood!~" but other than that it's safe to say they're practically fucking you silly. Not an issue, especially when you're sworn to receive the best aftercare later.

"Think you can give us one more, sweetheart?" Your Leon soon softly asks as he slows his thrusts down, wanting to make sure you're still enjoying this and that he's not hurting you. While his rookie version takes his fingers away from your swollen rosy pearl to give you a moment, letting his other hand sweetly stroke your thigh as they patiently wait for an answer from you.

You quietly pant as your eyes flutter open to see a pair of blue eyes, and another pair of dark ones that slowly shift back to their original sterling blue color, both staring at you past sweaty fringes. You give them a smile and a nod with a hum of confirmation. Both Leon's mirror your smile, laying their kisses to your cheeks, before your fiancé starts working his pace up again just as rookie cranes your leg back further to give his future self more room to thrust into you while his fingers glide back down to the spot between your legs that has you seeing stars. It isn't long before you're moaning again, such a pretty sound.

So pretty the blonde can't help but smile bigger as he kisses the trail of hickeys and love bites he and himself painted into your skin. The dried blood that stains you isn't much of an issue to him anymore, not when he sees how carefully his older self holds you when you finally come undone. Coating his fingers and his counterpart's lower abdomen in your slick as you give one last cry of his name and relax against him. Clearly exhausted but so blissfully content. Looking at you, Rookie sees now.

His future is actually very beautiful.

#y'all just can't ask for a blurb with me anymore #cause I'm gonna turn around and give you a whole damn novel instead 😭😭😭#i couldn't resist adding a tinge of an angst moment #but come on i mean #you face dead people only to find out your future self gets infected with a virus that makes you technically a dead person #it needed to happen #anyway #woo!!#done and done!#cutting it close but glad I could end this Halloween season right 😎👌🏻#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil damnation #resident evil 2 remake #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #vampire leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut

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wolves-in-the-world · 2 years

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new Worst Thing theory: eliot's killed, fine, he's tortured, he has the blood of children on his hands, he's done a lot of bad shit under orders and it's honestly kinda difficult to top it—

—until the day he does it without anyone ever giving the command.

the worst thing I ever did, I did for damien moreau.

nowhere does it say he didn't do it of his own volition.

I feel like it probably wasn't a big step from just anticipating orders - but it was enough that moreau treated it as significant.

loyalty that goes so deep he didn't need to be told what moreau would want to be done - not even with a glance, a tilt of moreau's head, the extra weight of significance in his voice. those small signals that are less agreed on earlier and more just learned by eliot as he strove to do and be enough.

the one time eliot acted without any of that was the day moreau knew he had won.

#leverage angst #eliot spencer #damien moreau #your regular reminder that my headcanons are contradictory and I'm fine with that <3 #my only real firm reading is I don't think it gets much worse than the things it's obvious he's done #though like. it's very possible eliot DOES think that it does and that could still be squared away with the character.#less compelling to me though.#ALSO needless to say I came late to a very established fandom and am less well-read than most of y'all when it comes to fic #so there's approximately zero chance this is actually a new headcanon.#posting this because it's been knocking around since I started writing immediately-post-moreau eliot #and I need the Task Complete dopamine #deepest apologies etc

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ashintheairlikesnow · 1 year

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Who You Are Looking For

Follows directly after Kauri and Antoni’s fight

He knows it’s Jake at the door just from the sound of his knock.

“Come in,” Antoni murmurs, sitting on his bed with his back to the wall, a book open in his lap. Light comes from the little lamp on his side table, his curtains drawn shut against any hint of the outside world.

The door swings silently open, and he looks up to see Jake standing alone in the doorway. His eyes flicker behind the big man, but there’s no hovering Kauri, no telltale giveaway sniffles or whispering. Only Jake, who steps inside and closes the door behind him, the two of them entirely alone.

“Kauri?” Antoni can’t stop himself from asking, even though he still feels the buzz of unease and anger, died down but not quite gone.

Jake sighs. “He’s gone out.”

Antoni’s eyes drift closed, and he tells himself he doesn’t feel guilty. He shouldn’t feel guilty, because he didn’t do anything wrong. But like always, the knowledge that Kauri has run himself out into the night because of someone else’s words hurts more knowing those words were his. “I’m sorry-... I did not mean for him to feel so badly that he would do it again-”

“No. Don’t be. It’s not like that. I’m sorry, Ant, I didn’t say it right. He’s gone out with Chris. He’ll be okay. Chris is going to talk to him a little about the whole thing, Chris is, uh, better about that than I am, he knows how it some of it feels that I don’t. He’s not… it’s not going out out. Not like he used to. This is just to dinner. And even if he did go drinking or whatever, you shouldn’t be sorry for that, either. He’s a grown-ass man, he can make his own choices, even the shitty ones.”

“I did not mean to hurt him,” Antoni whispers. “I was only-... I did not mean-”

“I know, man.” Jake exhales and moves over, sitting at the other end of Antoni’s bed, giving him plenty of space. He shifts back until his own back is against the wall, too, and looks over at Antoni with a slight smile. “He didn’t mean to hurt you, either. That doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Besides, Ant, I’m really not here to talk about Kauri.”

Antoni nods, slowly, keeping his eyes down. His bandaged hand itches madly under the gauze and adhesive, the fresh burn beginning its healing by trying to drive him out of his mind reminding him it’s there. It’s a larger burn, too, than all the small spaces where the cigarettes were driven into skin. “You want to know-”

“Hey, how’d you get hurt?” At Antoni’s obvious surprised reaction, Jake gestures towards his hand. “You’re bandaged up. What happened to you?”

“Oh, I… burned myself on the oven, before Kauri came in. It’s not so bad-”

“Did you put anything on it?”

“Of course I did, I have been burned many times, I know what I’m doing.” His voice is a little rougher than he means it to be, and he winces, closing his eyes. “I am sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, Antosha.”

Jake reaches out, and Antoni allows his hand to be taken in Jake’s warm, rough palm, looked over like it’s made of gold, not just burnt and scarred skin.

“You’re right,” he continues. “You know what to do, it was silly to ask. Just… the first thing that came to mind trying to sound helpful, I guess. Is it really bad?”

“No… not so bad. I put on the burn cream, the neosporin...” Antoni’s skin prickles under Jake’s touch, but not with the usual rush of distaste and dislike. He knows Jake’s touch will stay gentle, brief, what needs to be done and not anything more. And right now…

Right now, he could use a little bit of touch that isn’t a heavy hand in his hair blowing smoke in his face.

Jake smiles, faintly, at the sight of the ring on Antoni’s finger, matching his and Kauri’s. He rubs his thumb over it, back and forth. “Actually… I guess I came in here to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Antoni looks up, and meets Jake’s eyes. It’s funny, how he and Kauri can both have blue eyes but they’re such wildly different colors of blue anyway. Antoni’s own are a warm brown, lighter than his hair, but not by much. The look on Jake’s face feels like it might steal all of Antoni’s remaining breath, replace it with something lighter than air.

“I’m sorry that information you were keeping to yourself was given away without your permission,” Jake says, voice low, almost a whisper. “It wasn’t ours to know unless you wanted us to know it, Ant. I’m so sorry that it was told. And I’m so sorry Kauri picked the absolute worst way to ask you about it. Just like... gold medal bad plan for asking, right after you got burned...”

“It’s… it’s my fault, honestly.” Antoni swallows, and manages a slight smile, more one-sided and sad than genuine. “I mentioned it to Jameson some time ago, because I thought it might help him to feel more understood, and I did not think at the time that he would want to share that with anyone else-”

“Okay, but that doesn’t give him permission to share it around, either, without making sure you were fine with that. And it doesn’t make it okay for Kauri to eavesdrop at other people’s doors.”

“Kauri assured me twice that he was not eavesdropping at all,” Antoni says dryly, and warms at the sound of Jake’s rich laughter in response. “I did not ask. He assured me anyway.”

“Which means he absolutely was eavesdropping, and he felt guilty about it exactly like he probably should.” Jake shrugs, and lets Antoni’s hand go so he can shift back into a more comfortable position again. “I’ll talk to him some more when he gets back, but I thought you two could use a little time to breathe, a little space for a bit. Kauri always does better if he can sort of script out what he wants to say, and thinks you’ll say, before it happens. He won’t panic if he has his script.”

Antoni hums. Wordlessly, he shifts around until he’s facing the same direction as Jake, pulling his legs up and off to one side, bent so his heels touch his leg. He leans against Jake, resting his head on that broad shoulder, on the soft t-shirt Jake wears. Jake stays right where he is, and doesn’t pull at Antoni, or try to touch him any more than this.

The silence between them is a comfortable one.

After a while, Antoni says softly, “Kasha will imagine me saying all the worst things I could say. Things I would never say. He will write his script and it will not be at all how I will really be to him. He knows that, and he will write the script like that anyway.”

“Yeah. But when you don’t say any of those things, it’ll be a pleasant surprise, right?”

They both laugh again, more air than sound, and Jake tips his head to the side until his cheek rests against Antoni’s hair.

“You know him well,” Antoni points out.

“I should, by now. I know you pretty well, too.”

“Hm. And what do you know about me?” It’s not quite teasing, not quite flirting, but somewhere near those things.

“I know that you need time and space after you’re frightened, or angry, or hurt, and that you felt backed into a corner when Kauri kept pushing. I know that there’s absolutely no way you say what he thinks you said, because I know you, and he does, too. I know that once he calms down he’ll realize that it wasn’t what he thought, and he’ll come apologize to you. And I know you’ll try to apologize, too, and I want you to know me well enough to know what I’m going to say to that.”

Antoni thinks that over. “Not to?”

“Exactly. Don’t apologize for this. You didn’t say a damn thing to hurt him, so far as I can tell, and what hurt Kauri was all the things he thought you were saying, not what you said. He hears you say this thing was bad to me and he hears but it was different for you, and that’s not what you said. He’s… he can be like that, sometimes. Like you said-“

“He hears the worst, because the worst used to be what was said to him always.”

“Yeah. Exactly that. Plus, he’s… he’s better at apologies if he gets to think it through first, take some time. And you’re better if you have time to expect the talk before it starts.”

“Hm. You do know us both well.”

“Course I do. I love you both. Knowing you is kind of part of my whole… reason for living at this point.”

Antoni laughs, feeling the rush of blood to his face. It’s never stopped feeling strange to have that feeling come from Jake’s soft, sweet tenderness and not from Mr. Davies and his endless humiliations. “Jasha… will he forgive me? For hurting him?”

“He probably already has, and he needs to go out there and wallow for a while in understanding how he hurt you. Then he’ll write his script, come back, and I’ll make you both a drink. Can I give you some advice, though, for that?”

“What?”

“Tell him you still love him, first. Before you let him say anything. Make sure he knows that you love him, even if he upset you, that it doesn’t mean everything else is gone.”

“He thinks I do not love him?” Antoni feels something chilled and cold, within himself, at that. “Jake, I-”

“No, no that’s not what I’m saying. He knows you do, he does, just... he’s scared you won’t, anyway. He always is, every time there’s a fight, every time someone raises their voice… Ant… when you’ve been, uh. Hurt. By people you loved and trusted, who were supposed to take care of you…”

His voice softens, and Antoni watches how his jaw works, how hard he fights to keep speaking, pushing through.

“… that feeling, that every screw up will mean they’ll pull back and stop caring about you… that feeling doesn’t go away. It never goes away.” Jake swallows, and Antoni tilts his chin up to watch his Adam’s apple move, how he blinks a little more rapidly. “Not all the way. No amount of therapy can stop your body from trying to survive, and when you learn, deep down where your blood runs, where your heart beats, that you’re never safe, not even with the people you love…”

“You never learn how to be safe, even when you are,” Antoni finishes for him, and watches Jake press his lips together and nod, just a little. A short, sharp jerk of his chin. “I know. I do not want Kasha to think I could do anything but love him, in my way.”

“It’s not because of you, or anything you do. It’s because… shit. You know what I mean.”

“I do.” Antoni closes his eyes again, letting Jake have the tears in his eyes unseen. Pretending they go unnoticed. “I will tell him I love him, no matter what, and that the talk is not about loving him but about what hurt.”

“But don’t apologize. It’s not your fault that he’s been made to be scared, and it’s not your fault that he heard something he didn’t know before.”

“I should have told you both a long time ago,” Antoni says, and finds himself leaning into Jake’s comfortable presence more than he has in so long he can’t remember if it’s ever happened before, this comfortably. “But I could never find the words to say. And then it had been so long… I just wanted to forget.”

“Does your therapist know?” Jake’s voice is slightly husky.

“… no. I did not tell her-… I did not want to.”

“Promise me something, Antosha.” Jake turns and presses a kiss to Antoni’s unruly dark hair. His lips graze down to Antoni’s scalp. “Promise me you’ll tell her, at least. You never have to say another word about it to me, or to Kauri, or anyone at all, but tell her.”

Antoni is silent.

“Ant, please…”

“I will tell her. I promise.” He moves his right hand to hook his pinky around Jake’s. “Pinky promise, like the children say at the park. Who all is in the house?”

“Jameson’s gone back to Nat’s. Allyn’s here, Sarita and Nova are with them downstairs watching TV. Eli is in his room doing… whatever Eli does in there all the time. Probably talking to Nine for seven hours on facetime again. What do you even talk about for that long?”

“You do not talk. You be as near to each other as you can, and when you look, you see the person you are looking for, every time.”

It’s Jake’s turn to fall quiet. They sit in silence for a while, Jake scrolling through his phone, Antoni with his eyes closed. He drifts, not quite comfortable enough to fall asleep, but realizing he’s held himself so tense, muscles locked, that he feels like he’s run several miles and just sat down to rest.

Ten minutes might pass that way, or fifteen.

“It is why I wear the ring,” Antoni says suddenly, looking down at his bandage, the silvery platinum peeking out above the top of the gauze.

“What?” Jake blinks, and looks over just as Antoni tips his head up. “What’s why?”

The kiss they share is quiet, and soft, and Antoni realizes he hasn’t smelled the cloves since Jake came in here. Only Jake’s cologne, and the scent of his body beneath, the laundry detergent in his clothes. His mouth is warm, and Antoni’s skin doesn’t crawl, it only meets that warmth with its own.

Then he pulls back, and smiles, their foreheads just touching, close enough to kiss again. But he doesn’t.

And Jake doesn’t try.

“I wear the ring,” Antoni whispers, “Because every time I look at it, it is like seeing the people I am always looking for.”

@burtlederp @finder-of-rings @endless-whump @astrobly @thefancydoughnut @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @whump-tr0pes @downriver914 @whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @nonsensical-whump @outofangband @eatyourdamnpears @hackles-up @grizzlie70 @mylifeisonthebookshelf @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @autophagay

#whump ocs #fluff #hurt/comfort #comf #fluffy stuff #come get y'all qpr #antoni sings lullabies #jake the shelter guy #referenced abusive relationship #referenced child abuse #trauma recovery tw #recovering whumpee #angst and fluff #angst #whump

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dribs-and-drabbles · 1 year

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I've been thinking about this since last week's ep but haven't had the time to really write it out…but with less than an hour left before ep 10 I felt the need to purge it.

I've seen a lot of people worried about what we might be getting in the last three eps (i.e. a lot of angst) but I'm here to say, don't be. Like Au (the director) said, this is a romcom. But more than that, this is Bad Buddy Series' Nong. @casualavocados wrote a really great post a while back about how Bad Buddy taught us that we can feel safe watching it - safe in the knowledge that tropes were being subverted, that the usual angsty triggers actually got resolved pretty quickly, that the ep 11 curse wasn't actually a curse at all. And I think it's the same for My School President.

Similar to BBS, we've seen how MSP has set up and resolved different conflicts within each ep. We've seen Gun and Tinn TALK to each other, airing out concerns, reassuring each other of their feelings etc. And it's for this/these reasons that I don't believe we're going to get three really difficult eps with heavy emotions and a Tinn/Gun break-up. I trust we're not.

With the mothers, it seems that we're being set up to think that Tinn's mum will be angry that he lied and went to the beach with Gun and that he likes Gun rather than girls, and with Gun the show is hinting that by Tinn keeping his mother's health problems from Gun it will cause an argument/separation between them.

I don't think so.

Here's my (hope) theory:

Tinn's mum will be angry/upset at the lie but she will see that Tinn is worried/upset about Gun's mother and this will soften her (she's been great at reading her son's emotions so far). I think it was great that the two mum's have met and I think this will also help Tinn's mum empathise and therefore help out Gun and his mother. @grapejuicegay has a theory that Tinn's mum will invite Gun to stay with them whilst Gun's mum is in hospital and I think this could also be due to whatever the reason is for Tinn's mum crying over the photo album (has she experienced grief from losing a relative? Possibly another child? Possibly her own mum? - it seems she cries more than Tinn's dad, so it could be more like the latter).

I think Tinn will consider keeping the news about Gun's mum's heath from Gun so that he can perform well at Hot Wave, maybe he will and maybe he won't. Either way, when Gun finds out he'll probably be upset but he'll soon appreciate what Tinn has done for him, understanding that it was done out of love and care. I think they will continue to support and understand each other. This is what they've set up between them and I can't see it changing drastically. The whole group is just so supportive of each other.

Anyway, this got too long. I'm just going to end with this reminder:

And even if there is angst, Tinn will make it right:

#my school president #coming in late with a theory #will anyone see it before we all go feral after the ep?#well...I won't be able to watch it for several hours #see y'all on the other side!#phi bbs and nong msp #everything will be fine #and if not #one day I'll make it up to you #eta: don't get me wrong...it'll still be sad in places but not fear-inducing angst

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After twenty years of faithfully serving his patron god, Bakugou Katsuki is severely injured during a battle. Without so much as a 'thank you', Katsuki's god throws him away.

It's the best thing to ever happen to him.

#greek myth au #bkdk #bnha #bakudeku #decchan #fic rec #come get y'all some angst and fluff wrapped in a pretty little mythological bow #im so excited to post this one #highkey though??? ive had this idea forever but that fic 'distance between suns' inspired me to really get into the fantasy shit #JBF

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liebgotts-lovergirl · 1 year

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Fire On Fire: Chapter 20

(Ch. 19) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Symbol Guide II

Summary: Being a spy, Alix is accustomed to lies. But then, maybe the lies that hurt the most are the ones we tell ourselves.

WARNINGS: Angst!!!! Heartbreak!!! Mixed Signals!!! (w/ a side of worried Skip & Don)

A/N: Normally I would wait longer to post this but alas, I have no self-control lol 🤭

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Contemporary: October 24th, 1944. Driel, Netherlands.

Being that Easy Company had settled for the day, mail call was a great opportunity to put names to faces and Alix was taking full advantage of it.

"Lipton!" A particularly pompous PFC barked as he read off the envelope in-hand. "First Sergeant Lipton!"

A seated trooper with downturned eyes and a weary smile raised a hand from his spot about a yard away, sending the orderly scurrying over to him with his delivery in-hand.

Seconds later, another announcement and another package:

“Welsh! Lieutenant Welsh!”

“Right here!” a voice shouted and Alix saw a curly-haired trooper with a wry, gap-toothed grin jog from his foxhole to retrieve the parcel, too impatient to wait.

"Next is… Talbert! Sergeant Talbert!"

This time, the private was waving a fistful of envelopes about 2 inches thick, each a different shade of pastel.

“Over here, Vest!” a pleasant-sounding voice rang out from another foxhole nearby and Alix heard the footfalls of the messenger scrambling his way to him as well.

“That’s Bunny for ya,” Skip chortled from beside her, nodding to the speaker, a young man with a square jaw and ash-brown hair who was collecting his letters with a satisfied smile.

“Fastest guy in the company and I don’t mean with a gun. Gets around like you wouldn’t believe.”

Alix couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

Talbert was alright-looking, she supposed, but particularly special. He was no Gene Kelly and he was certainly no Joe–

“Liebgott!” The orderly’s voice rang out, cutting through the spy's ruminations like a knife.

"Corporal Liebgott! Anybody seen Corporal Liebgott?"

Alix's head shot up but he was nowhere to be found.

Moments later, the spy's head whipped around at the sound of leaves rustling and Skip snickered because it wasn't Joe she spotted coming through nearby foliage, it was just Nixon, tramping through the leaves with all the grace of a bull in a china shop.

"On his way back from an interrogation," her handler informed the orderly before taking a seat in the dirt by Lipton’s foot.

"Just got the radio transmission. He should be here in maybe half an hour."

"Well I'm not waiting till then," Vest replied snippily before removing the giant bag of mail he had been carrying and unceremoniously dropping it to the ground.

"I gotta take a leak."

Turning to his left, he half-tossed the letter in Alix's direction, letting it flutter to the ground carelessly near her instead.

"Give that to Lieb will ya?" he instructed brusquely over his shoulder.

"You'll prolly see him before I do."

Before Alix could protest, the imperious orderly had stalked off into the brush, leaving a bewildered Alix behind with a letter that did not belong to her sitting just an arms-length away.

It had fallen mere inches from her, the words “T/5 Joseph D. Liebgott” written in looping script on its face.

The handwriting was unmistakably female and in the upper left-hand corner, she vaguely spotted the name Millicent along with a return address somewhere in Oakland, wherever that was.

As the pungent scent of perfume wafted from the paper, curiosity began gnawing away at Alix’s stomach like a rapidly-fraying rope.

Who was Millicent?

So when Skip too vacated his spot beside her to heed nature’s call, Alix scooted to the foxhole's edge and strained an arm out to retrieve the envelope.

Upon inspection, Alix noted quickly that surname was different-- Burke, not Liebgott-- so whoever she was, Millicent was clearly of no relation to Joe.

She was probably just a family friend or the like, writing to check up on an old acquaintance while he was at war.

But still…Alix chewed on her bottom lip as the rumbles of jealousy stirred within her like distant thunder.

What if it was something more?

It doesn't matter, she scolded herself. When it comes down to it, you barely know him. And wasn't it you who said this was no time for romance?

Nonetheless, she supposed, it couldn't hurt to just take a glance at the letter's contents. Perhaps it could help to jog her memory. The censors had already opened it anyway, after all, so it wasn't like she was tearing it open herself.

But when she turned the envelope over, her heart sank like a stone.

There, painstakingly inscribed on the flap in flowery script, was "To My Love", sealed with a berry-red lipstick print.

Alix felt her stomach lurch as she traced the lipstick and the words over and over again with her eyes, unable to believe it.

He was already spoken for.

She didn't bother to read any further.

She didn't have to.

No wonder he hadn’t written while she was at the aid station, Alix thought grimly. He probably felt too guilty.

He had been toying with her all that time, pretending that they had been a couple, fooling her and everyone else, while all along, he had “Millicent” waiting at home for him.

And she had almost believed him.

Alix felt sick to her stomach.

Had she learned nothing from her training?

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1 Year Earlier: October 1943. Special Operations Executive (SOE) Compound, United Kingdom.

"Lies--" Instructor Flynn began with a crack of the yardstick on the board for emphasis.

“We tell them to each other and most importantly–” the seasoned instructor paused two desks down in front of Agent Perrault, who shrank under his scrutinizing stare.

“– We tell them to ourselves."

Clasping his hands behind his back, Flynn resumed his methodical march across the classroom floor, the rhythmic stomps of his footfalls sounding almost like drum beats.

"Save for your handler, take no one at their word: not assets, not acquaintances, no one."

The instructor stopped again, this time in front of Alix’s seat. His eyes seemed to bore into her but the spy lifted her chin, meeting his gaze without flinching.

“Trust your instincts, operatives, but always verify them with facts. Self-delusion is a spy's worst enemy. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Instructor!"

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Contemporary: October 24th, 1944. Driel, Netherlands.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Alix jumped and turned to see Don's worried face just behind her.

"You okay, Pyro?"

No, she wanted to say. Do I look okay to you?

But she forced a smile instead, internally seizing her heartbreak by the collar and stamping it viciously down into the dirt beneath her boots so her friend wouldn't worry.

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah and I’m the president,” the freckle-faced paratrooper quipped, plopping down in Skip's vacant spot with a slight grunt.

"So what's really going on?"

"God, is that obvious?" Alix winced and a warm voice from behind her replied, "To us? Definitely."

With that, Skip clambered back into the foxhole.

"Other people? Probably not."

With that, the blond poked his head over the spy's shoulder like an inquisitive child.

"So Pyro, what's the dope?"

Alix opened her mouth to make a denial but was cut off by a frowning Don.

"And it's not nothing so you can axe that excuse."

But the sound of a twig snapping in the shadows behind them instantly took precedence and the three instinctively shifted into a defensive position with Skip taking the center-right and Don angling to center-left with Alix dead-center.

Instinctively, the spy had already dropped the letter into her bag and retrieved her gun, cocking it with her good hand. She was still undercover as a combat nurse but according to new regulations, medics were now allowed small arms in the field.

“Flash!”

She could shoot to kill if she needed to.

But luckily, this time, she didn’t need to.

“Thunder!”

Alix felt her chest constrict.

She knew that voice.

“Whoa there,” Joe remarked as he entered the clearing, his sparkling eyes firmly fixed on Alix as he held up his hands in mock-surrender.

“You really gonna shoot me, gorgeous?”

“I just might,” the heartbroken spy muttered bitterly as she lowered her gun, tucking it back into its proper place.

The flirtatious smirk playing on Joe’s face faded, replaced by a look of wounded concern that made Alix almost regret speaking to him sharply…Almost.

“Hey," he said, softening his tone as he approached the foxhole's edge. “What’s eatin’ you, Ziskeit?”

Her stomach twisted with a mixture of grief and rage.

How dare he pretend to care about her. She didn't need his fucking pity.

“Nothing,” she returned coldly, avoiding his gaze as she boosted herself out of the foxhole.

"And don’t call me that.”

Pushing past him, the agent began to limp away but Joe wouldn’t be deterred.

“Hey, s'cuse me,” he interjected as he caught up to her, lightly catching her arm.

“D’you at least mind tellin’ me where we’re going?”

“WE’ aren’t going anywhere,” Alix snapped, pulling out of his grasp. “And where I’M going is none of your business."

She had hoped blatant hostility might chase him off but it didn't.

Even as she hobbled away, she could hear his footsteps crunching in the leaves behind her.

"You ain't gettin' rid of me that easy, Ziskeit," he called but Alix ignored him, gritting her teeth and continuing to trudge onward.

Truthfully, she wasn't sure where she was going; as long as it was away from him, it didn't matter.

She wouldn't let him see her cry.

But her injured ankle slowed her down considerably and he caught up to her a second time without much difficulty.

“Zees c’mere, lemme hel–” Joe began, starting to put an arm around her, presumably to help her balance, but Alix pushed his arm away.

“I don’t need your help,” she lied, trying to muster a scathing glare despite the tears pricking her eyes and the fire that seemed to engulf her swollen ankle with every excruciating step.

The sensation was nearly unbearable but she forced herself past one more foxhole when suddenly, her ankle gave out and her legs buckled beneath her.

“Cazzo!”

But to her surprise, Joe stepped in and deftly snaked an arm about her waist to steady her in one fluid motion, their faces so tantalizingly close now that she could see every shade of honey in his mesmerizing brown eyes, his lips so near that her breath caught in her throat.

His gaze flickered down to her lips which instinctively parted like flower petals and for a second, the world around them seemed to slow as all her righteous fury melted away like snow in Springtime.

Joe's hypnotic brown eyes drank her in with tender admiration and Alix could've sworn her heart skipped a beat at the warmth within them, like hot chocolate on a winter’s day.

When he drew her closer in his deceptively strong arms, she offered no resistance, sparks seeming to dance across her skin at his touch.

"You didn’t think I’d let you fall, did you?” he asked with a cocky smirk and Alix could feel a reluctant heat rising to her cheeks.

But before she could get any words out, a nasal voice from nearby cut through the tension, causing the pair to jump apart.

"Hey, Liebgott!"

It was the orderly from earlier, Vest.

"What?" Joe snapped rather sharply and the PFC visibly withered under his glare.

"Just-Just wanted to make sure you got your letter alright," the younger man stammered but Joe looked perplexed.

"What letter?"

Alix came back to her senses with a jolt.

Suddenly, the forgotten letter felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and she took a heavy step back, guilt flooding her senses.

She had been about to kiss someone else's beau.

"This one," she said curtly, digging into her bag and handing the perfume-soaked envelope over to Joe with a weak smile.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Eyebrows raised, he turned the envelope over in his hands and a wallet-sized photograph dropped from it onto the ground, landing face-up to reveal a young woman, maybe a year or two older than Alix, with pale green eyes and mousy brown hair falling in gentle waves over her shoulder.

Joe snatched the photo off the ground but the damage had already been done. By the time he looked up again, Alix was gone.

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