#NO MORE posts of Duo i apologise i need this out my system

[thelittlepetfan]

Duo may have just been a disguise but i'mma miss seeing them 💔

feels very unlikely they’ll come back

here some lazy panel edits cause i love them~ 💖

For fun here’s this one but with red mimic cause of the concept art sort of-

and a “what if"/“AU” cause i'm lame-

[softdadcarlos]

Aftermath

Masterlist

Fandom: Resident Evil/Biohazard

Pairing: Jill/Carlos

AU: Post-RE3 Carlos and Jill

Summary: Leaving Raccoon City behind, Jill and Carlos deal with the present and think about the future.

Requested by @stardustfalling​ I hope you enjoy as this is the first half of your request!

Jill didn’t know how long they were flying for, completely out of it as she stared out into the horizon blankly. The city she knew was gone, reduced to smouldering rubble, her home and life as she knew nought but ashes. She had no idea what she meant to do now, the only thing she was certain of was that Umbrella needed to pay for the lives they’ve ruined and snuffed out before their time. She wondered if those she had encountered that weren’t on the train had survived, like Kendo and his family.

Jill was bought out of her thoughts by hands covering on her own that were resting on her knees. She looked over, meeting Carlos’ eyes as he gave her a soft smile.

“Looks like this is our stop supercop, chopper’s out of gas.”

Jill nodded, too exhausted for words both emotionally and physically. Carlos hopped out of the aircraft first, holding out a hand to her to help her down, which in all honesty she was grateful for. She had taken a beating the past few days and it was finally catching up to her as the adrenaline filtered out of her system. It seemed they had landed in an empty field not far from a large town.

Carlos walked out into her field of vision, silhouetted by the midday sun as he put a hand on his hip and gestured to the town with his thumb, “It’s roughly midday so shops should be open, I’ll be able to get us some new clothes to change into and some medical supplies. You probably don’t have your wallet on you but I’m more than happy to foot the bill this time.”

Jill raised a brow, “This time?”

“We need to lay low for a while, let Umbrella forget about us. So once we’re all cleaned up we’re hitting the bank so you can get out as much money as you can.”

Oh. He was making plans… that included her.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Jill agreed.

“I would ask you to stay here for me but… I don’t think either of us will feel easy about being separated right now.”

Carlos wandered back over to the helicopter, shrugging off his assault rifle and undoing his vest. Leaving him in just his tshirt and cargo pants with a pistol strapped to his thigh. He looked distastefully at his sleeves, emblazoned with the Umbrella logo, making him reach up and rip them off.

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After an hour of waiting around for Carlos outside of shops as not to draw too much attention to themselves, they finally had what they needed. They just needed to find a place to stay. A shopkeeper had kindly told Carlos about a cheap hotel, not from the shopping district. So the duo headed that way, thanking every god that they could think of that the receptionist did bat an eye at Jill’s blood-covered appearance. They opted to share a room but with separate beds, feeling awkward about the idea of sharing a bed.

“I’ll shower first. I feel gross and I doubt I’m pleasant to be around.” Jill announced.

Carlos chuckled, “You don’t exactly smell like roses.” He dumped their shopping out onto a bed, sorting through it before tossing some clothes towards her, which she effortlessly caught. “I’ll fix you up when we’re both clean. Don’t want to touch open wounds with grubby hands.”

Jill grunted in response, heading straight to the bathroom, favouring getting clean over conversation. She situated the clean clothes on the towel rack before moving to the shower to turn it on, fiddling with the faucets to reach her desired temperature. God she couldn’t wait to get under the hot steaming water. The dried sewage and Nemesis blood making her skin crawl and itch as it cracked and flaked off of her as she moved.

She stripped off her filthy clothes, once again muttering about burning them in a dumpster because no amount of rinse cycles would remove the stains or stench. She stepped under the hot stream with a sigh, just standing under it basking in the heat as it relaxed her tense and aching muscles. Open wounds stang as the dirt that had caked them shut got washed away. More so when she reached for the hotel supplied body wash, scrubbing herself down rigorously like it could wash away the memories that were more than likely going to haunt her dreams.

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A full hour later, Jill finally left the bathroom cleaner than she had probably ever been in her life. The clothes Carlos had bought for her were loose-fitting sweats which she was very thankful for. The last thing she wanted to wear would be some sort of body-conforming ensemble that would rub up against and constrict her injuries. Especially after her brief self-assessment in the shower. It was more than likely she had a couple of broken ribs. Her ankles sprained.

Carlos took a significantly shorter amount of time in the bathroom than she did but then again, he didn’t have to trek through the sewers. He came out dressed in a matching set of sweats, probably having his own injuries he didn’t want to aggravate. His hair was slicked back out of his face, no doubt in Jill’s mind that if not its shaggy length while wet would have obscured his vision. It also revealed just how nasty of a black eye he had from his punch up with Nikolai which she hadn’t really noticed before. He went over to the bed that was silently agreed to be his, grabbing the medical supplies he purchased from a pharmacy.

He crouched down in front of her and started assessing her ankle, “We should get you patched up first. I don’t know how you managed to run around the city and fight that thing multiple times in this state.” He pushed up the pant leg to see how bad the bruising was and what he saw had him take in a sharp breath, “Jesus Christ, Jill, there’s nothing here that isn’t purple. Good thing I grabbed this arnica cream, should help the bruising go down… Although I think there won’t be enough for me.”

He was gentle in rubbing the cream onto the worst areas, even when he wrapped it in gauze to help support her ankle. From there he went into a pattern, reveal a new bruised canvas and lather it in cream, find a cut: disinfect and cover it. Some wounds required paper stitches to help encourage them to close. The wound from where she was infected would need actual stitches but the pharmacy didn’t have the items necessary for that. Jill tried to stop herself from blushing as she pulled up her sweater to just under her breasts, but her ribs couldn’t be ignored and self-consciousness would get her nowhere.

Carlos applied a gentle pressure as he surveyed the damage making Jill hiss. “Shit, yeah they’re definitely broken. But unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do. They can’t be splinted and binding them would make them worse. All I can offer you for this is an ice pack.”

Jill sighed, dropping the material, “Just my luck. But that can wait for now.”

Carlos nodded, understanding her unsaid order, stripping off his sweater so she could get a good look at his injuries. Multiple fist-sized bruises littered his upper body, a few scrapes and cuts on his arms. All in all not too bad… except for the gunshot wound in his shoulder. Jill felt guilt settle in her stomach. She did that to him. And the faded scars from stab wounds and other gunshots told her she wasn’t the first to injure him in such a manner. Probably a hazard of the job much like how it was for S.T.A.R.S. She flinched as he grunted when she disinfected the wound, muttering apologises as she did so. She was drawn out of it by Carlos placing a hand on her shoulder, looking her in the eyes, sincerity warming his chocolate coloured ones.

“Don’t blame yourself. I told you to take the shot.”

“It could have been so much worse if I had missed.”

“But you didn’t and I trusted you not to.”

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Carlos was already awake when he heard Jill tossing and turning in her sleep. They were both exhausted and had decided to call it a day early. It would be a lie to say Carlos wasn’t concerned for her. In fact, it would also be an understatement to say he was only concerned. After spending half a day searching for her and finding her on the ground, his first thought was that she had died and he had lost her. Of course, he was proven wrong when he approached her, relieved to find she was comatosed. Which didn’t last long with the realisation that she was infected. Carlos had never been through such a flurry of emotion in such a short space of time. But it did bring to light that he didn’t want to be away from her side. So sleep did not come easy to him, visions of her laying there bloodied on the ground swimming in his head.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what she must be seeing in those nightmares of hers, because there was no doubt that after that hell that dreams would be a thing of the past for a while. With a groan, Carlos pushed himself up and off his bed, approaching the distraught woman as she sat bolt upright panting.

“Easy there, supercop, I’m here.” He reassured, seating himself next to her and took one of her hands in his, thumb rubbing the back of it soothingly.

“I’m sorry-”

“It’s fine, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” Carlos chuckled dryly, “Was too concerned that if I closed my eyes and opened them again you’d be gone.”

Jill was quiet for a moment, considering his words before she spoke up, “Want to push the beds together?”

Carlos blinked at her, “Uuuh… Jill as much as I think that you’re one hell of a woman, I doubt you or I are in a fit state to-”

Jill covered his mouth with her palm, awkward laughter bubbling out of her, “That’s not what I meant. It’s just sometimes sleeping next to someone helps, you know?”

Carlos nodded, “Yeah I get you… Would you like to get dinner together tomorrow?” Jill looked visibly confused as Carlos became flustered at her unwavering stare. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re one hell of a woman. And I uh… there’s no pressure but uh… since I’m the only one out of the two of us that has a place to actually live once we leave this place… I was thinking it might be best if you crash at my place until you sort something out…” He trailed off, avoiding her eyes the more unsure in himself he became.

Jill got off the bed and Carlos felt his stomach drop. Shit.

“Come on let’s push these beds together, we can talk more about it once we’ve rested up.”

Begrudgingly Carlos got up and helped close the gaps between the two beds. Once done they settled into the centre of the unified bed. Carlos was pleasantly surprised to find Jill shuffling back into him while led on the side without broken ribs and grabbed one of his arms to drape over her stomach, interlocking her fingers with his. This effectively led to them spooning.

“I think I’ll feel safer like this.” She whispered, glad he couldn’t see the red colouring her cheeks.

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A/N:  A lot of the injuries Jill is described as having here I have kinda experienced first hand including the broken ribs and entirely fucked ankles. And let me tell you, injuries like that UNTREATED really fuck with your sex life. My ribs are still hurty nearly 20 years later. If only I had someone as gentle as Carlos ㅠㅠ Also I suffer from chronic pain and had a particularly bad time with it today and had a random ass anxiety attack on top of that.

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One~Shot Time!

Okay so, I mentioned something about writing one~shots and boyfriend scenarios a while earlier and I was scrolling through my Wattpad one~shots and decided to post one here so I hope you guys enjoy ^////^

Why Are You Crying? 《BoKuroo One-Shot》

Warning: contains shipping  (Bokuto×Kuroo) and slight Akaashi×Kenma This font means thoughts This font means talking This font means narrating

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The day started out dull as the sun was nowhere to be found in the dark autumn clouds. This weather was common as the change in season was occurring.

Everyone was tired as one of the side effects of this change and that includes a certain young adult who was soundly sleeping on the bed, soft snores emitting here and there. His hair was all over the place on the pillow and he was in a starfish position with his blanket half on the ground and half on the bed. A small trail of drool decorated his face as his mouth was wide open.

The room was dimly lit and the figure had the opportunity to sleep in as he didn't have any college classes. But alas, the clock soon struck 1 pm and the said male groaned in annoyance. He is usually cheerful but when it comes to a dull day like this, his excitement hits zero.

Sitting up in bed, he stretched his sore limbs and rubbed his tired eyes. His eyes had to adjust to the dark room so he was somewhat blind for a while, blinking in an attempt to get rid of the fog he had in front of his eyes.

Moving the blanket that was only covering half of his body, a tall and muscular figure appeared at the window. Opening the curtains, he squinted his eyes and pouted at the bad weather outside. To make matters even worse, he was alone in his shared apartment as his boyfriend was out and in class, leaving him alone for another 2-3 hours.

That only made him pout more and he grumbled something under his breath and kept comparing himself to an acorn less squirrel, unhappy and hungry.

"There better be food in the fridge. I need a coffee too..."

As he arrived in the kitchen, his mood brightened a bit as his eyes landed upon a nicely cooked breakfast on the counter.  A small note was by the rich plate of food, but he simply ignored it and dug in. Stuffing his face with the delicious food, he almost forgot about the note. With one of his hands holding a fork and the other the note, he was reading it and at the same time still eating.

"Oya, oya, oya sleepy head. Had a good sleep? You looked dead and didn't react this morning when I tried to wake you up. You must have been tired. Stop overworking yourself and enjoy some free time today. And try not to choke on the food I made you ;) ~ Kuroo P. S - I have a special surprise for someone's birthday ;)"

His hand with the fork stopped midway, merely inches away from his mouth. Birthday? Who's birthday is it? His phone was upstairs and they didn't have a calendar anywhere so he is going to ask his boyfriend when he comes back home. Problem solved.

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It was already 3 pm when Bokuto finished cleaning the leftover dishes and made his bed upstairs. He was now seated on the couch in the living room, watching some dumb TV shows to pass some time. He was so immersed in one of them that he failed to notice the apartment door opening.

"Bro?"

The surprise was one of the factors that made Bokuto jump in the air as he turned around to look at the culprit. His cheeks turned red at the sight of his boyfriend's signature smirk.

"Still jumpy? Haven't changed Kou. I like it." "Tetsu! You're back!"

Overcoming the initial shock, Bokuto quickly jumped and crushed Kuroo in one of his famous bear hugs. His face buried in an all too familiar safe chest. A slight vibration caused by Kuroo's chuckle tickled his face as the fabric of his sweater moved by the motion.

Slim fingers wrap around Bokuto's chin and dark eyes lock with Kou's light ones. Even after a year of dating, small things like this still affect him deeply and make his love dig deeper for Kuroo by the passing second.

Two pairs of lips collide and sent shock ways through their bodies like it was their first time. The kiss stayed gentle and when they pulled apart, cheeks flushed and lips parted with their eyes still locked, Bokuto smiled happily with his adorable eye smile making Kuroo chuckle at his boyfriend's antics.

"Even though he is a college student, he is still a kid at heart."

Bokuto and Kuroo moved to the couch and cuddled up in the warm blanket. The television completely forgotten as the males enjoyed each other's company. Bokuto's head was on Kuroo's chest and his fingers made aimless patterns on it. Kuroo didn't mind that and closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

"Testu..." "Yeah, Kou?"

His eyes slowly opened and his gaze landed on Bokuto who moved his head position and was now looking straight at Kuroo. Chuckling at his boyfriend, his fingers automatically moved to the crazy strands of hair that were covering the innocent face of his boyfriend.

"Whose birthday is it Tetsu?" "..."

He looked at his boyfriend in pure disbelief. Was he serious? How can someone forget their own birthday?

thinking he was pulling a prank on him, Kuroo looked at his boyfriend once more but the older male looked so confused that Testu couldn't help but think how cute he is.

"Kou it's your birthday." "HUUUH!?"

Scurrying off of Kuroo like his butt got electrocuted, Bokuto ran to the nearest cellphone and looked at the date. Sure enough, in big bold letters and numbers, there stood Bokuto's birthdate, the 20th of September.

While he was mentally cursing at himself, Kuroo came behind him and wrapped an arm around his chest.

"Happy birthday Koutarou."

It still took Bokuto a few extra seconds to register everything in his brain and when he did...

"OMG OMG TESTU IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!?"

Practising his jumps, Bokuto jumped around the room making the excess dust they had from not cleaning in a while, fly around the room. Even though Kuroo started coughing, Bokuto was preoccupied with celebrating.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!!!" "Yes, Kou...Yakiniku. " "YAKINIKU!!!"

Bokuto's favourite dish echoed through the room as he energetically screamed it out, in contrast to Kuroo who calmly called it out. Yakiniku was something both of them enjoyed, so it is something both of them enjoy very much. Kuroo not as much as Bokuto but still, the boy likes to eat.

Running up to Tetsurou, Kou planted hundreds of kisses on his beloved' face. Laughing at the funny feeling, Kuroo simply pulled Bokuto into a hug and tried calming the adrenaline pumped male.

"Are we going to that awesome yakiniku place!?" "Yes, Kou and I have another surprise for you at the restaurant. And the reservation is in 3 hours, so calm down."

Kuroo said through chuckles as Bokuto's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at the mere mention of a surprise. Bokuto bored Kuroo the next 3 hours until they finally arrived at the restaurant at 6 pm.

"Where's my surprise Kuroo?" "Look over there."

Bokuto followed the path Kuroo's finger pointed at and he couldn't help but let out a scream in utter delight. Just a few tables away, two oh-so-familiar black haired and ombre-haired boys were seated, with two empty seats opposite of them.

"OMG KEIJI! KENMA!"

Bokuto quickly ran to the two very missed males and hugged the living daylights out of them. It's been a few months since their last get-together. Both Kenma and Akaashi were third years and were still playing as setters for Nekoma and Fukurodani.

The greeting was cut short when the waiter came to tell the guys to quiet down because they were disturbing the other guests. Kuroo laughed at Bokuto's red face as he apologised to the waiter and nearby guests.

Finally, when they were seated and when they ordered, topic after topic, drink after drink, the couples went through what everything had happened the past few months. Bokuto and Kuroo were happy to hear about Kenma and Akaashi's steady relationship and that their respective teams were doing good as well. Karasuno's quick duo also was mentioned and Bokuto was happy to hear that his little apprentice was doing well.

The night was going well until the BoKuroo couple got a bit tipsy. Those drinks really took a toll on them and that could be seen from their actions. Kenma and Akaashi could only sigh from the ignorance when it comes to drinking and quickly paid the bill  ready to leave.

"Kenmaaa~ kitten come *hiccup* here *hiccup*"

Kenma, still being his introvert self, cautiously approached his already drunk best friend. His eyes widen in shock as Kuroo's lips connect with his and the smell of alcohol was evident. Akaashi quickly pulled him away from his boyfriend and Bokuto stood and watched. As if the alcohol was miraculously gone from his system. The feeling of pain and sorrow ate at his heart but he tried to act drunk so that people would think he was alright.

When the four of them arrived at the dorm, Bokuto was still acting drunk but his gaze always seemed to land on Kuroo and Kenma. Kuroo was trying to steal a kiss from Kenma and something more inappropriate. The only thing he was grateful for is that Kenma was not putting up with him and denied those tries.

Soon after, the two were in bed and the faint sound of the door closing rang in Bokuto's ears. It's 2 am and he wasn't tired, not at all. Wide awake from the shock, Koutarou looked over at the softly snoring younger male and he couldn't help the tears that started clouding his vision.

"Why is the world so unfair..."

He tried staying quiet but when some of his choked sobs escaped, he ran to the bathroom. It was a failed attempt as an arm grabbed his and pulled him back. Bokuto was shocked as he thought that Kuroo was dead asleep.

Turning around, his gaze was yet again locked with Kuroo's. The taller of the two was looking down at him and stared at his boyfriend in shock and worry.

"Why are you crying?"

Shaking his head, Koutarou tried to pull away but Kuroo was just too strong. Giving up, Bokuto broke down for the first time in front of his boyfriend. Sobs shook his fragile body, his fists tightly clenching Kuroo's shirt and at the same time wetting it. Kuroo still couldn't apprehend the situation as he didn't expect the normally cheerful and fun loving guy to break down like this. He just wrapped his arms around Bokuto's shaking figure.

Seconds turned into minutes and soon it hit the one hour mark, the time it took Bokuto to finally calm down. Heavy sobs turned into soft hiccups and his shaky breath started to steady. Kuroo affectionately rubbed his back and whispered sweet words in his ears and cracked a joke or two as well.

His heart shattered at the look of Bokuto's puffy red eyes and traces of leftover tears. His gentle hand brushed them away and he gently kissed his forehead.

"Do you want to talk about it?", Kuroo's soft voice rang through the room, the storm in the background still evident. Bokuto seemed to hesitate for a moment but Kuroo was glad when he started talking.

"I'm sorry I'm not Kenma..." "Huh!?" "I'm sorry for not being your ideal type nor being good enough for you to call me kitten. Do you know Kuroo how much it hurts when I see you two together? "

Tetsurou stayed silent and awaited the next words. Where is this even coming from?

"And then when I saw them last night, I was like ok, the two of them are dating and you and I can keep our distance as a couple. But guess not..."

Kuroo opened his mouth, ready to deny those words but Koutarou shushed him.

"I did no such thing Kou wth!?" "YOU CALLED HIM KITTEN AND YOU ATE HIS FACE KUROO!? IT'S BEEN A YEAR KUROO AND YOU STILL DON'T SEEM TO CARE ABOUT ME AS MUCH AS YOU CARE ABOUT KENMA!? YOU DON'T SEE ME HOGGING THE PHONE AND TALKING TO AKAASHI THE WHOLE DAMN NIGHT WHEN WE WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE A MOVIE NIGHT." "That was one time..." "YOU DON'T SEE ME CALLING AKAASHI BRO BECAUSE THAT'S YOUR TITLE AND I RESPECT THAT."

Okay, so, Kuroo understood the first part but the Bro thing? Not so much. He thought that this was only just a stress reliever but when Kou started crying again, Tetsu finally realised that this was a serious matter.

"I'm sorry for making you feel neglected Kou... Can you forgive your bro?"

The comment was lighthearted and hr was glad that Bokuto stopped crying and chuckled at the comment. They can be really cheesy when they want to.

"So...let's pretend none of this happened ^^" "Hahaha anything for my kitten~" "Oh my lord...", the blush rose up on his cheeks and out of embarrassment, Kou buried his head in a comforting chest.

"...I didn't think this through right?" "Yep " "You're gonna tease me forever, right?" "That's right, that's right! Better get used to it...kitten ;)"

Groaning in his boyfriend's chest, Kou found himself in a win-lose situation. Kuroo laughed at his significant other's misery and pulled him closer towards his chest. The storm quieted down and so did the BoKuroo household as the two of them fell asleep in each other's safe and warm embrace.

~Extended ending~

"HEY HEY HEY AKAASHI!? GUESS WHAT! I'M A KITTEN NOW!" "...Bokuto-san, what club are you in?"

Tetsurou's loud laughter rang through the room as Bokuto whined about how mean Akaashi is...to Akaashi.

"YOU BETTER TREAT ME RIGHT KUROO!" "Okay XD"

Finishing his conversation with his best friend, Kou put down the phone and cuddled up to Kuroo, who was quietly reading a book.

"Oh, by the way, Kenma says hi" "Kitten said hi? Aw, he misses me~"

A huff came from the older male as he sat up and softly glared at Kuroo. With crossed arms, he closely resembled a grown child.

"Kuroo~ You said I was your kitten!" "You are...but Kenma is kitten number #1 ;)" "KUROO!"

And this is how Bokuto went into his famous emo mode and Kuroo tried to cheer him up but nothing work and he had to spend the entire day being Bokuto's slave. You can imagine the rest ^///^

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~This story is one of my older ones so sorry if there are any mistakes~