#well theres go my fixation 🥹

[pink-sheep]

First of all, i cant stop drawing THEM!!

I missed sidestep so much 😭, the book 2 was really great people should buy it ASAP

[adoresia]

✦˚₊ TRUST ME I GOT NOTHING FOR YOU OTHER THAN LOVE…

Pairing : E42 Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Miles finds it hard to open up to you about whats going on in his life, after a little persuading he finally tells you about whats bothering him so much.

Sierra speaks : FIRST OF ALL… thank you guys so much for all the love on my last fic it means so much to me🫶🏾🥹 it took so long for me to build up the courage to start posting… Here is another fic i had in my notes to make you guys happy! I litterally have a bunch of fics and fic ideas stored for myself and now..im sharing them with you!🥳 enjoy!! also this is a little longer than i had planned…

Warnings ❕: Miles almost crying 🥹, rubbish spanish, heavly suggestive (oops), kissing, cussing, teasing???.

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YALL BETTER LISTEN TO THE SONGS I PAIR WITH THESE FICS ISTG.

You leaned on the railing on your balcony, eyes fixated on Miles’s tall figure walking back and forth outside your apartment complex.

It was well pass midnight and the street lights were the only thing illuminating the darkness of your Brooklyn neighbourhood.

He was by himself smoking a blunt. He knew you hated when he smoked so he attempted to keep it from you, however this time he couldn’t really hold himself back.

Life was dragging him through the dirt right now, with the passing of his father and the pressure of being prowler on his back, you could almost mistake Miles for being mute. A part of his life had been ripped away.

And you couldn’t blame him.

It was a struggle for him to open up to you, and despite being together for almost a year, he still struggled to talk to you, to fully open up to you. And even though you welcomed him into your life with open arms, he still did not feel complete. Nothing could replace what he had lost.

Before Miles had found himself outside the both of you were cuddling. With Miles laid between both of your legs, his head rested on your chest while you massaged his scalp with your nails.

Since his arrival he had not uttered a word to you apart from :

“hey baby, ima just stay here from a bit if thats okay.”

He hugged you tight, even tighter than ever before. You could tell something was up, but you let him go at his own pace, weather he wanted to tell you about it or not he knew you would always be there for him.

So here you both lay in silence on your bed, your sheets draped over the both of you. It was like that for an hour. Miles fiddling with the hem of your bra staring at your desk chair.

He blinked like 20 times in the last hour, you could tell he was lost in his thoughts. He looked so over it, and it pained you that there was nothing you could do to help him liven up a little. You kept assuring yourself that it would be temporary. Seeing Miles sad made you sad.

But as the minuted went by Miles stay lost in his sunken thoughts. You couldn’t bare watch him in this state for any longer, even if it meant you had to push him a little.

“What’s wrong hermoso? i’ve never seen you so…down.”

“Nada, Mami. just... thinking.”

“About what papa? sabes que puedes decirme cualquier cosa.”

Miles responded with a hum, not bothering to open his mouth again as it was smushed against your cleavage. The familiar sound of silence re-entered the room, theres nothing else you could say.

“Ima go outside for a bit baby, ill be back.”

He lifted himself off of you so suddenly, sliding on his shoes and giving you a peck on the top of your head without even giving you time to process.

“Where are you going? do you want me to come with-“

“No. I’ll only be a few seconds chiquita.”

“but.”

There were no ‘buts’ he had already shut your door before you could bombard him with questions. Instead your mind filled with them.

Did you push him away? Did you ask too much? say, too much?

Thats how you found yourself staring down at him in the middle of the night, worried. His puffer jacket stay thrown on your desk chair, he had not even thought about bringing it with him, knowing it was quite cold outside. Was he really that desperate to leave? to leave you?

You took a deep breath and decided it was about time you went down for him. You picked up your hoodie, or rather his hoodie; one you stole from him when you went over to his place, sliding into it like a huge blanket.

You put on your slides and grabbed his puffer jacket. Leaving your phone behind.

Pressing on the exit button of your apartment complex you stepped outside. Making sure to put a block on the door so it wouldn’t close, trapping you outside.

You walked towards him almost tip toeing so he couldn’t hear you. You came to a stop behind him watching the smoke blow away with the wind while he brought his arm down beside him, blunt in hand.

“I know your there ma.”

“…”

he laughed looking over his shoulder, you smiled handing him his puffer.

“Its so cold out here even this hoodie isn’t doing me justice, put your jacket on Milo.”

He took his jacket from your hands holding it to his side, seemingly unfazed by your words and the cold.

“Not as an accessory, miles. Put it on. Please.”

“You’re shivering ma, you look like you need it more than i do.”

And instead he places each of the arm holes over your shoulder. You gave up, there was no point in convincing him, and anyways you were still cold even with his giant hoodie on. Goosebumps laddered on your thighs because of your extra short- shorts.

“Hand me the blunt at least. You know i don’t like when you smoke.”

You held your hand out so he could replace the cold air blowing over your palm with the wrapped blunt.

“Yeah im sorry. I’ll try to stop.”

“Sorry doesn’t mean anything if your not gonna change.”

“I know ma. I promise I’ll try.”

“Good.” You stood in-front of him, squinting your eyes.

“Where yo glasses?”

“Inside.”

“Why didn’t you bring them?”

“Because i wasn’t thinking about that at the time. Which actually beings me to why i’m here. I’m worried about you, Miles. You won’t talk to me and if you let these feelings bottle up inside you it won’t…end well.”

“What your gonna break up with me if i dont talk?”

“No… i meant-“

“Then i don’t need to talk. As long as i have you with me theres no need to worry.”

Silence filled the atmosphere between you two again. Miles could sense your disappointment. He let a moment go by watching you huff as you gave up trying to figure out whats wrong with him. You started to make your way back to your apartment before he stopped you with his words.

“Its Ma.”

You spun yourself around to face his back.

“mhmmm.” you signalled for him to continue, walking towards him.

“I aint never seen her this down since dad passed. Her job is taking every single ounce of energy and happiness out of her, she leaves at like 6 in the morning to come home at God knows what time during the night and falls asleep on the couch. She doesn’t have time to even get anything to eat before she has to get up again the next morning to go to work. I can count on my fingers the amount of words she’s said to me this whole week. And last night…”

He came to an abrupt stop, bringing his pointer finger and thumb up to the inner part of his eyes trying to stop himself from crying in front of you.

He let his bottom lip fall letting out a sigh.

“Its okay Milo, you don’t have to finish the rest if you don’t want to. It’s just you and me bonito you can cry, déjalo salir.”

Still with your reassurance he refused to let you see him in this state, but was unable to control the single tear that threatened to drop.

You wiped both his eyes with the pads of your thumb until there was no tears left on his face or his waterline.

“Milo, you don’t have to act all big nd tuff around me. Everyone cries yknow?” you looked up at him while wrapping your arms around him.

“You are so good to me mi amor, ion deserve you.”

“Corny. But i know.” you smiled closing your eyes in his embrace.

he laughed breathily before giving you a kiss to your forehead.

He held your hand turning his head signaling for you both to go back inside.

“It’s low-key getting a bit cold now. I think the only thing keeping me warm was that weed.”

He looked at the now smushed up ball what remained from his blunt. Before eyeing you up and down.

“Cmon lets go, not even these two layers are keeping me warm.”

You pulled on his arm directing him back inside the apartment complex.

Once you got to your door you scrambled everywhere for your keys. Your short pockets, Jacket pockets, hoodie pockets, shit you even checked your afro. Before you thought back to when you grabbed Miles’s jacket and left the room while your keys sat still on your desk.

“Fuck. were locked out.”

“You for real?”

“Nah im just pretending i left the keys inside so we can stay out here in the cold.” you rolled your eyes, thinking maybe that wouldn’t he a bad idea as long as you were with Miles.

He leaned against the wall next to your apartment door pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his chest, the beat of his heart ringing in your ears.

His lips hovered over your head before placing gentle kisses on your scalp.

“How many kisses are you gonna give me Milo.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No..” You smiled to yourself.

“Then stop complaining.”

Lifting his hand from your waist Miles cupped your chin lifting it up so that your eyes would lay on his. His pupil fell to your lips and then back to your eyes. You knew what was up.

“No.”

“Fuck you mean ‘No’.”

Miles mimicked you while you laughed at him, he looked at you unamused.

“Im joking Milo, kiss me.”

“No.”

“FUCK YOU MEAN NO?”

Now it was Miles’s turn to laugh, although you didn’t find it funny a smile still crept up on your face as you narrowed your eyes at him and pondered.

His laugh reminded you of him 2 years ago, when he had a softer personality, happily striding to you or anyone around him with a proud smile on his face, you missed it. And you know he did too.

You stood up still leaning on him but on the tip of your toes. You wrapped your hand around his nape and pulled him in for a well anticipated kiss.

Your lips locked with his, coming together like a jigsaw puzzle. For a moment you envisioned kissing Miles for the first time a year ago, how he didn’t see you coming when you pecked him on the lips. And how he pulled you back kissing you desperately with deep desire.

You lifted up your other arm and wrapped it around his neck while you played with the tip of his braids. Miles wondered his hands down from underneath your shirt to just under your ass. His fingers pushed gently against your skin shooting tingles throughout your body.

At this point your knees were getting weak as your head swayed against his, your mind went into a haze as the heat from the kiss sent you into a bliss. You felt Miles tug on your bottom lip granting himself access to your mouth.

Both your heads sped up the pace bobbing over eachother in sync, Miles feeling insatiable lifted you up to sit on his hips as he turned you both around. You now leaned back on the wall while he rubbed the bottom of your thighs still insatiably kissing you.

Your eyebrows furrowed with pleasure until he pulled away, you both stared into eachothers narrowed eyes breathing heavily.

“Fuck if we were inside right now, the things i’d do to you mami.”

“Break down the door if your that desperate.”

His head fell into your chest as he chuckled. You laid your head on top of his for a while before he let you down.

You both sat outside your apartment door, you on top of miles in a fetal position. Your coat draped over the two of you (barley) as he stroked your forehead with his thumb.

“Te quiero mucho ma, hasta la luna y de regreso.”

He whispered before placing another kiss on your forehead.

“hmm? whatchu say Milo?”

“Nada mami, cierra tus ojos.”

Extrs :

— Yeah your keys were inside, but so were your parents😭 so when your mom opened the door that morning to head of to work the both of you lay there snoring, with your arms wrapped around eachother.

— When you took Miles’s blunt you tried a little yourself 🤫

“Ma.. what are you-”

*heavy coughing*

“so im not allowed but you are-?”

“sh. i was just seeing what the hype was all about *cough* I-I feel like im dying”

Miles just laughs at you.

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[acourtofsnakes]

Ghosts Among Us - Freefall, Chapter 1 | The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader

Summary: What happens when a team loses a part of themselves? What happens when the storm dies out and theres only wreckage left?

a/n: The chapters in this series are split into sections, Before and After. The before chapters are set during the Clone Wars, before TBB, with a slight AU.

I want to say a big thank you to @mylifeisactuallyamess for majorly boosting my Clone fixation, and encouraging me to write this. Thank you so so much, i am so grateful for this🥹

Warnings: Battles, fighting, threatening, mention of loss, all of my work is 18+. so do not read if you're a minor

I do not allow any of my work to be republished without my consent, that being said, reblogs and comments are much appreciated if you liked it!✨

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Before 

Once again, The Bad Batch were in a situation that was risky, even by their standards.

Thrown deep in a fight with a group of Weequay pirates, mere minutes after crash landing in their ship… which they may have the cause of. There was still the possible threat of concussion lingering about each of them, but they’d fought with much worse injuries against much greater opponents.

Except, they weren’t usually this outnumbered. There was the initial group in front of them, firing relentlessly but some seconds ago, another group had appeared from nowhere and they were now being attacked from both angles in a pincer movement – like newbies. Like regs.

Hunter ducked behind a battered container, counting the blaster fire before he popped back up and fired off rounds of his own, working seamlessly with Echo beside him, “So, I say this went as well as everything else we do.”

Echo snorted softly, keen eyes tracking their opponents even as smoke began billowing across the small stretch of no man’s land, courtesy of the flaming debris all around them. “You’d think by this point we would stop making plans and just start acting on instinct.”

Wrecker's laugh echoed from behind them as he launched a handful of grenades through the air, punctuated by their explosions.

Hunter shook his head as the sounds echoed outside his helmet, “Isn’t that what we always do?”

Something suddenly danced along the back of Hunter’s neck, a whisper to those senses of his, the ones that felt things in the air, the ones that knew what was going to happen seconds before it did. Those senses which had saved their lives more times than he could count.

And now, those senses lifted their heads, almost purring when they felt the call coming in the air, the crackle of electricity before the sky exploded.

“Brother, you might want to recalculate that assessment.” Hunter slid his blasters back into the holsters on his thighs, taking a moment to roll his shoulders and crack his neck, all the while his skin tingled, and his instincts were becoming aware of something other.

To his left, Tech dodged a shot, quickly dropping to one knee to return fire with his own twin blasters, still drinking in the information that his goggles and visor provided to him, “I do not need to recalculate my assessment, Hunter. Based on the pincer movement we have somehow allowed ourselves to fall into, not to mention the advancement of our opposition, even Wrecker can tell you that we are outnumbered.” A flash of irritation lined his words, hackles raised at the insinuation his knowledge was incorrect.

Hunter opened his mouth to explain, but Wrecker had beaten him to it with a lot of indignation, “Hey! What’s that ‘sposed to mean?!” He picked up a discarded container, one they had been previously using for cover and launched it across the open space – to then be met with a solid, resounding thunk as it wiped out several pirates.

With a shake of his head, he turned away, letting the sounds of his brothers bickering fade into the background as he looked out across the battle, head ticking over escape routes, constantly reworking them, weak points, their weak points – even though he knew he didn’t need to. Not for much longer.

The smoke was still flooding the clearing, obscuring everything to the point where he doubted even Crosshair would have managed a clear shot.

The air went still. Silent. A single beat of nothingness, of waiting and anticipation. A held breath, a paused heartbeat.

And then the smoke exploded into light and chaos and vengeance.

Ghost.

Two gleaming arcs of white light cut through the haze, seemingly dropping to the ground in front of them from nowhere. They were all that could be seen, one held in front, one behind, in that trademark grip.

“Boys, must I rescue you all the time?” Your voice danced through the smoke, light and teasing, that undercurrent of affectionate laughter that you always had when you were with them – and yet, Hunter knew you were three seconds away from turning into the fierce, untouchable warrior you were renowned for being.

“I am going to give you three seconds to take your bottom-feeding scum out of this clearing whilst you still have some semblance of dignity left. If you can even call it that.” You scoffed, still just a phantom voice in the wind, just like the nickname they had given you when you wished to shed the pain of your old life, “You may believe that I’ll simply disarm you and ship you off for a trial, but that is not my way.” Those sabers lifted higher, as if signifying just why they gleamed as white as the stars, carrying no colour or loyalty to a side.

Neither light, nor dark, but the in-between.

The very air itself seemed to hold, even as his brothers lowered their weapons, knowing this fight was pretty much over, that the tables had turned and they were about to watch something magnificent and deadly.

“Not only did you hurt the lives of innocents and were willing to trade them… You tried to hurt my friends.” Now your voice changed, the laughter slipping from it only to be replaced with something sharper than the edge of his vibro-knife, “And no-one hurts my friends.”

Three.

There was a near-silent whisper in the air before the smoke folded in on itself from the middle, sweeping outwards toward the trees like a parting sea. It left the clearing free of obstruction, revealing scorched ground, smoking remains of the downed cargo ship and the amount of pirates surrounding them.

Tech had been right, they were outnumbered.

Two.

Standing before the Batch, your posture was almost that of a dancer, one foot poised in front of the other, weight centered, energy coiled and ready to spring for the throats of any who dared hurt your boys.

Your eyes were fixed solidly on the leader across the way, lips tilted up in a challenging smile that was all teeth and smoke, white light dancing across your face. Something other. Something beautiful.

One.

~~

“You think we can salvage any of this to take back to Cid?” Wrecker trudged through the debris and rubble, his helmet resting on the top of his head like always. He kicked aside some still smouldering piles of metal, making a curious noise at something gleaming in the ashes. 

Echo was next to him, surveying the mess around them, “It could take some time to comb through the rubble. Besides, Cid didn’t even tell us what we were meant to be looking for anyway.” He huffed, carrying his helmet under his arm. 

The conversations were a gentle hum in the background as you breathed out slowly through parted lips, trying to soothe that cracking energy still wild in your blood. 

Whenever you indulged it, it was always an effort to wrangle back under control. It had spent so many years having to be restrained, years after being ripped from you and manipulated - it wanted out, it wanted freedom. 

You could hardly blame it, it was only the words and memories that forced you to take these moments, these breathers to try and calm the sparks in your blood. Really, you’d much rather let it be free, let yourself feel. Your boys had tried to encourage as much, but when you let that side go… people got hurt. Badly. 

“I am reading that your heart rate and breathing levels are spiking rather than settling down. Can I assume that your meditation isn’t having the desired effect?” Tech’s calm voice filtered through the impending panic, encouraging you to open your eyes and look up at him from your spot on the grass. He looked down at you through his goggles, trusty datapad dangling from his hand and his helmet tucked under the other. 

You chuckled a little, letting out a soft sigh afterwards, “That would be a very correct assumption, Tech.” Looking between his eyes, you allowed your Force connection to instead reach for him, cocking its head like a curious Loth cat, purring in response to a familiar companion, “I think it’s because they always used meditation as a way to keep me still, calm. I’m not… I’ve never been able to be still. I have to move in some way or I’ll go insane.” Reaching out, you patted the floor next to you as an invite. 

Tech hesitated for a moment, his hand coming up to push his goggles up before he seemed to decide it was okay. He dropped gracefully down beside you, crossing his legs. There was still some space between you both, but you were closeted all the same, and hoped he was too. 

No part of you touched, but you felt his closeness as if you were, “I understand what you mean. I have been told that I always move, too. Apparently I have a twitch in my leg whenever I have to be still, I’ve been to medical centres to get it assessed but there is nothing wrong with me. It’s just… part of me, I suppose you could say.” He shrugged lightly, even as he toyed with his datapad, uncomfortable with the idea that there was no solid answer. 

You looked over at him for a moment, nodding lightly, “I always got told the same thing when we were being taught how to meditate. I needed to stop tapping, needing to stop counting the patterns on the walls and close my eyes.” With a soft shake of your head, you returned to looking out at the landscape. 

Tech watched you, goggles flickering with the usual information;

Your heart rate, calm, if slightly elevated. Breathing, easy. Body temperature, between the appropriate levels for someone of your genetic makeup - Jedi. You were healthy. Unhurt, aside from some minor bruising. 

His keen honey-ringed eyes noted how you picked at the grass, pulling the strands and winding them around your fingers, like you weren’t even aware you were doing it. He’d always noticed this behaviour, of course he had, but it never clicked that you both shared that subconscious action. A stim, he’d once heard it called. 

You were both quiet for a moment, listening to the sounds of the others a little ways behind you both. Then Tech spoke up again, “In some ways, you are defective. Like us. You don’t fit the mould of what a Jedi is meant to be, the typical behaviours they expect.” His voice was even, definitive. He wasn’t being rude, he was just being factual and straightforward. 

It was one of the things you respected in him, the ability to always tell it the way it is, no sugarcoating, no half-truths. And this was the truth. 

You chuckled a little again, a soft hum in your throat, “You’re right, Tech. Of course you are.” A slight shrug lifted your shoulders, “I never followed exactly what they expected from me… I guess I was a lot like Anakin in that way. They often didn’t know what to do with me.” Your smile fell at the mention of your old friend, someone you cherished as closely as a brother. The pain never grew any easier, and if anything it just burrowed deeper. 

You took a deep breath, trying to clear it and keep your mind light, “Sometimes I wonder if Rex saw my… defectiveness. And that’s why he pushed so hard for me to be on that mission on Anaxes.”

“He knew you needed us.” Tech spoke almost before you finished talking, taking a second before looking over at you through his goggles, “And that… we needed you.” 

That resonated deep in you, hitting something that was broken but mending. They needed you. Of course you might have joked about it but… for them to say it, for Tech to say it… it made your throat close up, even just a little. 

You took a second, let that comment settle inside you before saying softly, but not weakly, “Thank you, Tech. I do need you.” Carefully, slowly so he could move away, you bumped your knee to his. 

Tech looked down at the movement, blinking those big brown eyes. You saw him tense just a fraction, just a little but he didn’t move. 

The two of you sat in a peaceful silence together, watching the birds fly in the distance, the smoke dissipating through the sky and dissolving in the clouds. 

Some time later, when the hum of the Marauders engines broke the peaceful ambience, Tech got to his feet smoothly, brushing down his armour. 

You watched him, waiting for him to rise before you moved yourself in case you startled him but then…

Then he extended his hand to you, almost without thinking, “Come, Ghost. I believe it’s time to head home.” He was looking at you with a smile playing about his lips, his helmet now under the same arm as he was holding his datapad. 

Okay. 

You knew not to make a fuss over it, not to bring attention to the fact he was offering you a hand up. Because it wasn’t that he didn’t like touch, it was more he didn’t like it with no warning or permission, not after all those years on Kamino. 

So, instead, you slide your hand into his, allowing him to pull you easily to your feet, before brushing off your own clothes. “Thank you.” You looked back toward the Marauder, “I hope Cid has food, I’m starving.”

Tech laughed slightly, letting go of your hand when you were safely up, “Oh, I think she knows to have it ready, especially when Wrecker comes back.” 

“Hey!!!” 

Stars, it was good to be home. 

After

People always talk about the calm after the storm. The moment where everything settles down, where the wind stops raging, the clouds stop churning, the sky stops turning to fire. They talk about peace and serenity. 

What they don’t talk about, is the absence of everything. The absence of that ferocious beauty. 

The silence. The desolation. 

The Marauder felt like it had the soul sucked out of it. The parlour felt darker, dimmer than before. 

Tech’s infodumps about his research were stinted, cut off. 

Wrecker didn’t smile as much, didn’t play around like he used to. 

Hunter was even more stoic than usual, jaw permanently wound tight enough to snap. He pushed them harder, faster, took any job Cid threw their way, no matter the danger or the risk. He didn’t care anymore. 

Echo was even more silent, eyes heavy, head full of memories that your peace couldn’t chase away. His nightmares were back too. 

All of them were struggling to sleep. 

The Bad Batch had lost that wild storm, the living, breathing energy that wove between them all, brought them closer, made them fiercer, stronger. 

They had let you slip from right under their hands, like blood from a wound that would never heal. 

You were gone, taken, lost. 

They’d searched high and low, every corner of every dark pit of the planets you’d frequented - and ones you hadn’t. 

Gone, without a trace. Like you’d never been there at all, like you’d been erased the way history had dictated you and everyone else like you should have been. 

But you were a fighter, like them. You clung to life with all the determination and wicked strength you showed everyday. 

You would never give up on them. You’d tear the galaxy to shreds to look for them. 

And they would do the same. Every last scrap of the galaxy, every last molecule. 

They’d burn it all to find you. And that is exactly what they were going to do. 

[gay-dorito-dust]

But that's why it's so fun though. There's definitely the surface level canon story.

It's fun to think, what if? Especially with easter eggs or vague elements showing the tiniest connection to another. Someone had to create that, so maybe they had an idea the viewer would too. If so, then what would the story look like if this connection is canon. Bonus points if it is canon and theres tiny nuggets all over the place. Im looking at you, eldren ring 😘👅. Overall, it expands the story and adds depth, and who doesn't like that. (Trick question: NO ONE)

Lmao YOU KNOW he was waiting!! The pan away shot was so the audience couldn't see the filthy smirk on his face after saying that. Leon is totally a "fun guy" at heart *snaps finger guns*. Definitely loves to crack jokes. It's just given his surroundings and the situation he usually in, it's totally not called for. Especially his type of...humor, which already isn't that funny in a normal environment. Then when he says it, it's a double "Oh hell no." for me, dawg.

AHHHHH lmaooo you like his jokes! You're more whipped me than! 🤣 I'm shriveling up. A chocolate eclair 💀 we gotta build that up! (I can't talk mine is as tough as extra firm tofu)

Fr I totally understand. I'd feel bad especially since he's trying to lighten the environment, plus I know he hates this more than I do. Replace me with Ashley and all I hear are gunshots, goreish noises, and foreign yelling 24/7...👁👄👁 I'm listening to "Leon's jokes on a 10 hour loop" (some of them). I'd have to scrape up the courage to think of jokes and not hyper fixating on my environment and future death or Leon's back 😉.

I'd either beg Leon for a mercy kill or do it myself. I'm not built for that world. Also if Leon actually said that, he'd get 1 good noodle star, cuz that actually made me laugh.🤡

I'm hollering!! I was thinking the same thing but couldn't find the meme!!! Thank you!!🥹

Leon is a frat party and a Bang energy drink (the only option) with a plate of hooters wings away from being the "you're not that guy pal". Maybe the trauma was worth it.

(Again sorry for any grammar mistake. I can't read or write)

I love a game with little nuggets that subtly connect to one another to weave an story beneath the common storyline. It just gives you more insight to…well everything! It’s one of my favourites that the game developers are like ‘we’re gonna give long time players a treat and new time players a fun thing to unravel.’

Ngl, Leon would single-handedly give me brain rot so bad that I start doing crappy, half asses one liners.

It’s a disease and he’s the cause.

It ain’t my fault that Leon is so unbelievably pretty! My kryptonite is pretty boys and unfortunately Leon is on-top of the list for prettiest boys!

All he’d have to do if flash me a smile and I’d be like; 😩 😳😖🥵🤤🫠

The trauma Leon has been through had altered him so much so that his coping mechanisms are to make shitty one liners to EVERYTHING.

He thinks he’s a cool kid at heart, we know that ain’t true. He’s a dorky dork that thinks his humour is the shit.

Me: Leon go to therapy, you’re obviously not okay.

Leon: Therapy is for losers and I am no loser😎

Me: you’ve missed 6 appointments, the jokes got to stop-

In all fairness he probs doesn’t think therapy would work out for him at all and also over works himself to the bone. I remember someone saying that the reasons for Leon being jacked as all hell in re4 is so he doesn’t get taken by surprise anymore.

My baby needs a hug but he’d probably be so on edge and alert that I wouldn’t be able to without triggering his fight or flight responses.

I’d get too distracted by Leon’s ass and have a deep debate within myself whether or not it’s be inappropriate to slap it. Also Leon doesn’t skip leg day. He’s got nice thighs, and arms…and back…nice tits…

Leon probably would drink bang energy in means of staying up at night. How he finds out about bang is anyones guess.