#please interact

you start muting him, blocking him, ignoring everything. and still, it keeps coming. it’s not even always emotional. sometimes it’s just updates about his day, random thoughts, things he knows you’d recognize as “for you.” he’s refusing to accept that there’s a version of your life where he’s not constantly talking into it.

you try to confront him once it gets too much. you tell him to stop. properly, clearly. he listens… but only long enough to respond like you’re exaggerating the situation. he laughs a little and says something like you always do this, you get overwhelmed and shut people out and then you’ll come back when you’re done being like this.

even after that, nothing really changes. it just shifts platforms again. new accounts, new numbers, new ways in. blocking boothill doesn’t remove him from your life, and he’ll keep reminding you of it.

mydeimos doesn’t react to the breakup like it’s something that changed his access to you. it’s more like he just stops acknowledging that “after him” is supposed to mean anything. you notice it in the absence of people first. guys you were talking to, even casually, just… stop showing up. they don’t tell you what happened. they don’t argue with you. they just go quiet, or vanish from your orbit completely.

at first you think it’s coincidence. bad timing. people being flaky. then it keeps happening in a pattern you can’t ignore, but also can’t prove. anyone who gets close to you after him either backs off suddenly or acts like they don’t want to be involved in your life at all. and it’s never explained.

you only start understanding something is wrong when you realize it’s not just dating or flirting or anything obvious. it’s anyone. coworkers acting uncomfortable. mutuals avoiding you. people you don’t even remember mentioning him to suddenly treating you differently.

when it finally clicks and you confront him, he just looks at you like you’re slow to catch up. like this was always going to be the outcome and you’re only now noticing the structure of it. when you ask him directly if he’s involved, he doesn’t say yes immediately. he just asks why it matters if it’s already working.

he tells you, very calmly, that you keep putting yourself in situations where people get close enough to “be a problem.” it’s not about him interfering, it’s about you creating conditions that require interference. it doesn’t sound like anger. it sounds like correction. he’s explaining something you should’ve already understood about how things work now.

when you push back, when you actually get upset and tell mydei to stop, that’s when the tone changes. only slightly. he tells you not to make him repeat himself. a warning that he’s getting tired of explaining rules you keep ignoring.

phainon doesn’t take the breakup like a clean ending. it turns into something he keeps trying to reopen. at first it’s messages you don’t answer, then calls you ignore, then showing up near places you go like he’s trying to catch you in a moment where you’ll “finally be normal about it.” when you don’t respond, he escalates in a way that feels less aggressive and more… emotionally exhausting. he can’t accept silence as an answer, so he fills it with himself.

he shows up at your door eventually. he’s been waiting for the moment you’d eventually have to open it. when you do, he’s already emotional in a way that makes the whole situation harder to deal with than it should be. he’s not yelling. he’s upset, visibly. he’s been holding it in for too long and decided your doorstep is where it finally comes out. he talks like you’re the one who left without explaining anything, even if you did.

when you don’t let him in, he doesn’t force it. he just stays there long enough that it becomes uncomfortable. like time is supposed to make you change your mind. if he stands there long enough, the situation will eventually correct itself.

he starts involving other people. your friends. people around you start getting messages from him, long ones, emotional ones, half apology and half confusion. he’s trying to recruit witnesses for a version of the breakup where he isn’t the one being cut off. he talks to them like they’re supposed to understand him, like they have access to a missing piece of you that he needs translated.

you find out phainon has been showing up at your building even when you’re not home. not breaking in, not doing anything obvious, just sitting outside or lingering nearby like he’s trying to “be there when you’re ready.” and sometimes he leaves things. small, harmless-looking things that are always timed in a way that feels too intentional to be random. little reminders that he can find your space even when you’re not offering it.

you confront him, and he just looks tired. he’s been waiting for you to catch up to a version of events he already fully believes in. when you tell him it needs to stop, he doesn’t argue loudly. he just says something like he doesn’t know how to disappear from your life when you’re still in his head all the time.

anaxa doesn’t react to the breakup emotionally. it turns into something more controlled than that. at first it’s just small disruptions you try to ignore. things not saving properly, accounts getting locked at the worst times, files corrupting right when you need them. nothing you can directly trace, nothing obvious enough to prove anything, just enough to make your day slightly harder every time you try to move on without him.

you start noticing it’s not random though. it follows your attempts to distance yourself. every time you try to cut contact fully, something important suddenly stops working in your life. then he reappears like nothing happened, calm as ever, acting like a normal conversation is still possible between you two. the outside chaos has nothing to do with him at all.

you finally confront him and anaxa just listens first, like he’s waiting for you to finish saying something he already accounted for. then he starts reframing it. he talks about how unstable things have been for you lately, how stressful your environment is, how easy it is for people to misinterpret patterns when they’re overwhelmed. he never says he did anything, he just makes it sound like your life is already fragile enough that things like this would naturally happen.

after that conversation, the problems don’t stop, but feel more intentional in timing. right after arguments. right after you try to assert distance again. your reactions themselves are being folded into the pattern.

you try blocking him, cutting him off completely, changing everything you can think of. nothing really holds for long. access gets restored somewhere, something resets, something important goes wrong at the exact moment you feel like you’ve finally gained a bit of control back.

anaxagoras never seems surprised by your resistance. everything you try to do to escape him is already something he expected you to try.

blade doesn’t really “stay in your life” after the breakup in a normal sense. it feels more like he never fully leaves the edges of it. you start noticing him in places that don’t make sense at first. far enough away that you can’t prove it’s him, close enough that you start doubting your own memory of what you saw. a figure across the street. someone standing where no one was a second ago. a presence that disappears when you look directly at it.

there are no messages, no calls, nothing you can block or report… just the feeling that you’re being observed in moments that are usually private. walking home, waiting alone, standing in quiet spaces where there shouldn’t be anyone paying attention to you at all. every time you turn your head too quickly, there’s nothing there. you’re always a second too late.

when you try to confront it, there’s nothing to actually confront. you ask people if they’ve seen anyone around you, and they haven’t. you check cameras, routes, timing, anything you can think of. it never lines up cleanly enough to confirm. it starts making you feel ridiculous for even thinking about it, which only makes you notice it more.

there are the moments that don’t feel like coincidence anymore. places you definitely didn’t tell anyone about, but feel wrong the moment you arrive because something about it already feels “seen.” things slightly out of place when you get home. small evidence that someone was there and left before you could catch up to them.

if you ever do finally see blade clearly, it’s brief. never a full conversation. never a proper encounter. just enough for your stomach to drop before he’s gone again, like he only exists in passing moments that are too short to react to properly.

it just keeps happening until you start adjusting your own life around the idea that you might never actually be alone in it again.

Loving You pt1—re4!leon takes you home after a party. fluff/smut.

Loving You pt2—leon learns more about what your ex left you to struggle with, and he makes it his mission to relieve you of every bad memory and replace it with every bit of joy he can provide. comfort/fluff.

Exactly What He Needs pt1—vendetta!leon needs help from a friend to relax after the arias business. smut.

Exactly What He Needs pt2—the morning after, you and vendetta!leon need to have a small talk. fluff.

Meltdown—leon comes home to you having a meltdown because of a long week. fluff/comfort.

His Relief—re2!leon comes home after a double, exhausted, and barely makes it to cling to you in the bedroom. smut.

Summer Fling, Maybe More—literally just hooking up with di!leon, he's your dad's new friend. smut.

Change in Plans—on a mission with your superior agent, you get snowed in, and things got hot. smut, slow burn.

Awakenings—re2!leon just wants his dirty fantasies taken care of and you end up being the person who makes them true. smut.

Birthday Boy—re4!leon gets a birthday gift from his girlfriend. smut.

Quiet as a Mouse pt1—blurb for leon responding to a partner with light footing. fluff/humor.

Quiet as a Mouse pt2—another blurb for the same as above. fluff/humor.

Drive home—blurbs for a domestic drive home with leon. fluff.

Good Morning—blurb of leon's responses to waking up to you being covered in marks after a night of passion. humor/smut.

Guilty Pleasures—blurb of di!leon and a late night w you—his friends daughter (legal age gap!!). smut.

Friendly Secrets—dirty jokes with re4!leon end up messing up the bond between you two, but in the way that ends with a mess of tangled sheets, sweat slick bodies, and a new dirty secret. smut.

The Luck of February—college!au with re2!leon, a stupid party game turns into Leon getting his v-card taken by the girl he's had a crush on from his psychology course. smut.

Leon's Weakness—drabble for re9!leon and his love for your tits. smut.

New Hobbies—re2!leon just can't get enough of you. it was supposed to be a teaching moment, something experimental and short, but now he's got a new hobby. smut.

Proper Distractions—re9!leon is far too busy with paperwork and reports, he forgets to pay attention to you, so you have to distract him yourself. smut.

Relief & Love—re4!leon is exhausted after a mission, so much so that he can't be bothered to hide how badly he'd been crying on the way back just from pure exhaustion and missing you so badly. fluff/comfort.

Love Bites—thinking HEAVY about vamp!rookie!leon and his girlfriend when he runs out of his usual meals. smut.

Unfortunate, Fortunate Circumstances—older!neighbor!leon just can't get you out of his head, but he knows it's so damn inappropriate. his solution? use the rainstorm to his advantage. smut.

Too Much, Not Enough—after older!neighbor!leon helps you through an anxiety ridden night and throws some new discoveries at you, the following morning is… quiet. things became uncertain between you two. solution? well.. smut, fluff-ish. part 2 of 'Unfortunate, Fortunate Circumstances'.

Rookie's Addiction—rookie!leon asking his girlfriend to cum inside for the first time. smut.

No More Limits—being inexperienced meant you didn't know your true limits. being with Leon meant you wanted to push those limits. smut.

Uncomfortable Obstacles—re4!leon and his gf who doesn't think leon will like what he finds when she finally lets him see her for the first time. smut.

Chris Redfield Links

Private Apologies—working as Chris' assistant was never an issue. if anything, it was smooth, easy. until he reached a peak of stress, and you managed to catch the brunt of it. lucky for you, Chris has always had a soft spot for you, and his apologies came in your favorite form. smut.

Professional or Stubborn?—a fight with DI!Chris about his poor work habits leads to him reminding you exactly why you put up with his poor work habits. smut.

Unraveled Desire—DBF!Chris simply can't deny himself the selfish pleasures he seeks anymore once he sees you after so long. smut.

His Flaw—Jealousy—Chris' jealousy gets the best of him, leading to his favorite outcome of sweat, arousal, and noises from you that only he could elicit. smut.

Risking A Right Swipe—Chris was never one to give into his needs, especially not his need for a lover. He was afraid it'd be useless and it wouldn't last for one reason or another. Claire thought otherwise, so she took it upon herself to fix that for him. Upon being forced into dating apps, you find him, and sparks fly. smut, fluff.

Frustrations—Chris doesn't often handle his bad days like this, and he can't take it out on his new recruits who caused said bad day, so who's better to help with that than his pretty wife who's oh so willing to let him have his way with her? smut.

Overdue Adjustments—RE1!Chris and his domme who knows exactly how to handle him and his attitude. smut.

Fulfilling Requests—RE1!Chris wanted to try something new, so he asked you about edging, only to end up in a much more compromising position than he'd predicted

Peace, At Last—just a drabble for domestic life with Chris. fluff.

Obsessions—a tiny piece about Chris and his grabby, greedy hands >:3 smut.

Releasing Tension—re1!chris had his fair share of bad days, and most times, they'd be fixed in normal ways with you. but tonight was harder, you just wouldn't let him breathe. so he had to get you to shut up somehow.

Homecoming Surprises—Chris walking in on his wife after a shower and reminding her just how badly he's wrapped around her finger. smut.

Surprises & Discoveries—after returning from Romania, Chris is... different. None of the changes make sense until a full moon during the trip you'd planned for him... how ironic is that?. smut.

Harmless Misunderstandings—marriage with Chris after so long means spicing things up. You tried, but Chris had other plans. smut.

Ease Into Love—Chris knew you had your preferences to wait for marriage, but when the time finally came, the reveal that you were a virgin, Chris made it his mission to give you a damn good first time when you were ready. smut.

Loving Epiphanies—chris realizing that he's got a thing for you after he nearly loses you after a hard mission. fluff.

New Beginnings—chris had always thought his life was full after meeting you, but lately, he yearns for more, desperate to have a little more. he wants a kid. really badly. smut.

Chris & Leon Links

Unplanned Adventures—ending up in a bed with two older guys in a hotel wasn't the plan for your friday night, but boy, you sure weren't regretting it. smut.

Claire Redfield Links

New Teachings—thinking about older!claire and her younger gf who's never had sex, nor ever touched another woman. smut.

Clark Kent Links

A Night to Remember—after randomly revealing you're a virgin, clark wants to give you the perfect first time. smut.

Clark's Guilty Pleasure—drabble of sucking clark's dick. smut.

Unspoken Truths—after he accidentally reveals that he's superman, and you successfully keep his secret while being his roommate, he finds himself subconsciously telling you more about him and being softer than usual, and he thinks he's blessed by the damn gods when he gets a chance with you. smut, fluff, slow burn.

Sweet Interruptions—clark is working late at home, but you hate seeing him so stressed, and he can't deny temptation from his favorite girl. smut.

Lifetime Membership—after a work party with clark and the rest of the Daily Planet, you had some lingering thoughts that needed reassuring. Clark is always there to provide. :) fluff/comfort

Unwrapping Fantasies—clark finds the small stash of toys you've kept for the nights he wasn't available, and he really wants to see them in action, and maybe figure out how to make things better without the toys. smut.

Right There Next to Me—after so many failed dates from dating apps, always followed up by clark keeping you company, one late night, you realize that maybe clark is the kind of guy you've been searching for, and he's definitely not complaining (he's been in love with you for ages). fluff and smut.

Lois Lane Links

After Hours—late night fun with lois at the office :3. smut drabble

Robert Robertson Links

Crossing Lines—After meeting you, the new dispatcher, Robert's good intentions of being friends and pillars for each other become blurred, the lines falling apart when robert begins to think differently, making things awkward and leading to a new tension that needs to be solved. smut, fluff-ish, slow burn.

Thawing Out—after recently becoming a secret fwb situation, during one of your nights together, you're both a little too deep into drinks, and robert gets a little too clingy and comfortable. smut.

Angry Affection—as an ex villain with your own grudge against heroes, you weren't particularly tickled by the fact that your boss was an ex hero who had definitely almost gotten you caught a few times. Robert Robertson was a pain to work with for a long while, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he didn't hate you like you claimed to hate him. smut, slow burn-ish.

Blonde Blazer Links

First Kisses—first kisses with blonde blazer/Mandy. fluff.

You were in the locker room as your shift had just come to an end. You sprinted to get your stuff, for one, to get out of there, and also, because you were pretty excited about your plans with Dennis today.

There in the room already was Trinity, getting her stuff. “I swear to God is this door gets jammed again-“ she fought with the locker door, which miraculously gave up as she was planning to punch it open. “Yes!”

You chuckled seeing the whole thing. Then, reaching your own locker, praying you don’t meet the same fate. As this happened, Whitaker also entered the room. He rushed to his locker, getting his stuff in a frenzy.

As you were about to teasing him asking if his demeanor was due to his excitement about the plans you had, Trinity interrupted. “Woah huckleberry. Pretty excited to go see your farm widow I see.”

You swallowed hard, all the excitement you had leaving your body in the blink of an eye. You tried hard to say something, to protest. But it was alright, right? Amy needed support. She was going through a lot. You couldn’t even fathom how horrible she must have felt after her husband passed. You had a smile on your face, the one left from seeing him enter just now, but it had no emotions left in it.

“God no, Trinity. I told you to not make comments like that.” He replied, annoyed, not even looking at her, just his things.

You held yourself together, finally being able to spit something out. “What happened with Amy?”

What didn’t happen with Amy? You felt so selfish for thinking like this, she clearly needed support. Besides, it’s not like Dennis and you are anything. You can’t reclaim his time, you just gotta suck it up. There was always something going on with her, so it wasn’t uncommon for Dennis to cancel plans to go help her in the farm. Still, the ordinary nature of this didn’t make it sting less.

Somehow, Amy’s problems always managed to interrupt you when Dennis and you had some time for yourselves. Working in the ER, it’s not like you really have any time, and if you do, you just wanna rot in bed. Like that time when he burned himself with coffee, or most recently, at the park after shift.

It had been a long day. You even had to stay after hours because of a mass casualty after a fire in a nearby apartment complex. All of day shift had went to the park, as usual, to drink some booze and decompress for a while.

Dennis and you were distanced from the group, still close enough so you don’t seem absent. You were exhausted, not even making an effort to talk. He managed to know how to talk to you without using words.

He was alongside you, just looking around. His fingers brushed yours. You noticed, looking up at him. He smiled, you didn’t. You just kept looking at him. It’s not that you didn’t want him there, you were just tired. And he understood.

His hand traced around your back, reaching your waist gently, and pulling you a little closer. His finger started moving, caressing you. You smiled then, not big, just a lopsided grin.

“Wanna go home?” He whispered, and that was the only thing he said during that while. You nodded, waving goodbye to everyone and walking with him to your apartment.

While walking out of the park, he kept brushing your fingers, like he was hesitating if it was okay to hold your hand. Until you reached out for his, tracing circles with your thumb on it. He stopped then, still gripping your hand, but now right in front of you, looking down to meet your eyes.

You moved your head to the side, curiosity and adrenaline filling your entire body. He kept looking at your lips, holding your hand tighter without noticing. With his other hand, he moved a hair on your face behind your ear, it lingered there for a little too long, like he was deciding if he should it. It felt like this was something he finally got the courage to do tonight, but seeing you so tired made himself reconsider.

Truth is you wouldn’t feel bothered. More so, right now it was the best moment. You felt so exhausted, you really needed some stress relief. You were impatient, and when it looked like he had made up his mind—

His phone started buzzing uncontrollably. He looked at you, his eyes saying “I’m sorry”. He started scrambling, letting go of your hands and struggling to get his phone out. When he did, his eyes widened at he looked at the screen. “Shit, it’s Amy. I need to call her, sorry.” Before you could even say it was okay, he had dialed her number.

“Just, her baby is not feeling well. She’s panicked.” He answered, this reply stopping your train of thought. He looked worried.

“Oh, oh my. I hope everything is alright.” You said, sincerely, but pretty awkwardly. That poor woman, you’d never wish that worry on anyone. But still a bitter seed sat in your heart.

“Yeah, uh—I’ll get going guys.” He said to you and Trinity, you could tell by how he looked he had forgotten about your plans.

You couldn’t be mad at him, even less at Amy. It was not their fault. And he was just being helpful. But the thoughts in your head still lingered. You wouldn’t blame him, she’s beautiful. She’s the kind of women his parents would’ve love for him to fall in love with. She’s a farm girl for gods sake! You know nothing about farms. You’re probably more different from him than you thought, maybe you confused everything. He’s so friendly with everyone, maybe he was just being friendly with you too. Well, actually, for now you are just friends, right?

Entering the apartment with Trinity, waiting for her to get the key out of the lock so you can squeeze right past to get to your bed, she starts talking. “Who pissed on your cereal?” She said, with a chuckle to ease the tension. You hadn’t noticed how quiet you were the way home.

She made space for you to enter before her, and when you did, she closed the door behind you both. Now standing there, waiting for you to answer. “Sooo?” She insisted.

“I’m alright. Just, you know, work.” You lied, pathetic. She could tell.

“Just work? Damn. This has been the slowest day on this ER since months. But whatever you say.” She was snarky, not really looking at you. But you could tell even in her meanest tone, that she worried.

Your plans with Dennis today were to go to the movie theater to watch a movie you guys have been excited about since it got announced. But, your work schedule being so tight already, you guys hadn’t really found a time to watch it. It was already announced it would be removed from the theater soon, but thankfully you guys had found a day to go see it. That day was well, today, before Amy called.

You decided to go anyway, instead of laying on your bed staring into the ceiling. Maybe taking a bath and removing your scrubs would make you feel a little better, so you did just that. Walked out, got dressed, just that same hoodie Dennis gave you months ago, and some sweats. You didn’t have much energy left to dress more decently, and you were just going to the movie theater. Alone, at that.

When you got ready to leave, Trinity had already left to stay with Garcia for a while. So you were really, really alone. You reached for you phone, in the back of your mind the lingering thought of him remembering and texting you something, only to be left disappointed. The only text there was from Trinity when she left, telling you to stop by and get some avocados if you went out.

To make matters worse, the theater was almost empty. The only ones there, asides from you, were a young couple that looked like they didn’t really come here to watch the movie. You sat there with your snacks, still thinking about him maybe remembering your plans and texting you something. And feeling extremely pathetic for it.

Halfway through the movie, you were actually immersed, forgetting for a while about Dennis and Amy and them probably eating at her house with a meal she cooked herself because she is so perfect and—God, get over yourself.

Your phone was now actually on silent mode, since you managed to get your Instagram account filled with bots spamming you about porn websites.

What you didn’t notice then, was Dennis’s messages. Tons of them. Spamming you because while heading back home after reassuring Amy her baby was going to be okay, he remembered about the movie date—I mean, the movie. Yeah. Of course he didn’t think it was a date. (That’s what he told himself.)

9:32 P.M. around 2 and a half hours after the shift ended.

— Dennis

Hey! Are you home?

Was today the movie?

9:35 P.M

— Dennis

It was today right? I’m so sorry I forgot

I’ll make it up to you.

Are you home? Maybe I can get us some food

We can watch something else?

9:42 P.M

— Dennis

IM SO SORRY

I’ll get you your favorite ice cream

And some food

I’ll be there soon alright?

10:00 P.M

— Dennis

ILL BE THERE IN 25!!

I’m sorry

10:25 P.M

— Dennis

WHERE R U??

you’re not here?

hello???

Oh my god are you okay?

Hello!!!

He was now worried sick, meanwhile you laughed at corny jokes on the screen. Munching down popcorn meanwhile the couple near you munched on eachother. You were completely unaware that the spamming now came from Dennis instead of Instagram bots. He panicked, calling Trinity to know where you were.

— “Trinity! Hello??”

Trinity, already annoyed that her ramen in bed with Yolanda got interrupted. “Geez dude. Calm down. What do you need?”

— “Um.” He tried to seem calm, to not scare her. “Yeah do you know where—“

“She’s in the movie theatre, I think she was going with someone. I don’t remember, she didn’t seem that good earlier.”

— “Shit. I’m such an ass.”

“Wait.” Something clicked in her brain. “She was going with you! I knew it! And you left her? You are such an asshole!” She laughed, making fun of the usually always-there-for-everyone Whitaker failing you.

— “Goodbye Trin.” He hung up.

He arrived at the movie theater, practically running inside. “Sir, the movie already started at 9:15 P.M, It’s ending soon.” The staff at the counter told him, but he didn’t care, paying full price just to sit there with you for less than 30 minutes. A lame attempt to make it up to you.

Inside, he saw you, having to pass carefully by the pretty busy young couple just to get to you.

You didn’t see him, the theatre was dark and you were too fixated on the screen trying your best to keep your mind occupied. Until, you felt a presence sit beside you.

You looked around, seeing him there, his hair all messy and his face tired. “Dennis?” You called out, confused.

“Did I make it on time?” He joked, watching you there. He couldn’t admit how much he liked seeing you in his hoodie. Still, he felt guilty for leaving you alone.

“Almost didn’t make it. How’s Amy’s baby?”

“Good. Nothing to worry about.”

“I’m glad.”

You returned back to the screen, a lot of thoughts racing through your head but not really saying anything. Dennis also didn’t say anything, he just sat there beside you. He didn’t dare to touch you, as he thought he had failed you and it wasn’t appropriate to try and hold your hand and pretend everything was alright when the air was so tense.

Not long after, the movie had ended. You stood, and Dennis was right behind you. Still, you evaded talking about the elephant in the room, about how you felt, instead replacing it with plain commentary on the film. That could easily be resumed with “I liked it but I’ve seen better.”

He listened to all of it anyways, really taking in what you were saying, even if he sometimes didn’t understand. You walked out of the theater, and he offered you a ride as you had walked to get here. Everything about you two interacting was a bit awkward, so he decided to break the silence in the parking lot before entering the car.

He called out your name softly, “I’m sorry.

I’m sorry this happened and all the times before.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

“Yeah but—“

“Dennis, it’s okay.”

His eyes looked full of shame. Yours were tired, but you knew he meant well.

So, you sucked it up. It wasn’t your place to bug him about who he sees. He was just your friend, that’s all, you had not authority over him. You wouldn’t even there to imply so.

“Let’s just go home.”