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Tidbits From Rewriting RE4R

This is a list of different moments that I added to the RE4R story and felt like sharing since I've had a blast.

(1) She looks at Luis, sleeping peacefully after responding well to the shot. 

“Goodbye, Luis,” she whispers. “Stay away from all of this when he takes you home.” 

She turns back to Leon, “Got another little present for you, Leon.” 

Leon looks up as she nudges Luis out of the helicopter. 

He’ll catch him. 

She watches Leon catch Luis, cycling through every emotion she can name. She forces a smile, then waves, “Bye, babe.” 

The helicopter starts flying away, so she sits down and puts the headset on.

(2) Leon stays where he is for the moment, his hand still on Luis’ somewhat steady pulse. 

“Good work,” Hunnigan says as the people with guns take Ashley. 

He nods, “She’ll be okay, won’t she?” 

“She will be. Eagle One will make sure that she gets the help she needs to be able to function normally. Is that who I think it is?” 

Leon nods, “This is Luis. He saved my life and Ashley’s more than once. He…” 

“We can work on it once we get back stateside,” Hunnigan says, cutting him off. “Don’t worry about his safety right now. He’s alive because of you.” 

The statement cuts Leon’s wound open again, the guilt of leaving Luis in the mines seeming to seep into his bones. He pulls himself up and he picks Luis up. He silently carries Luis to the jet where everyone else is getting situated. He gets Luis settled on two seats and sits on the other side, putting his fingers back on Luis’ pulse. Ashley goes over and sits next to Leon, putting her fingertips on Luis’ hand. His fingers twitch, so she pulls her hand away. Leon gently takes her wrist and puts her hand back on Luis’. They stay like that in silence aside from the two times Ashley responded to a question her bodyguard asked.

(3) “You know what would help with this?” Luis asks. 

“What?” Leon asks. 

“Sleeping with someone. It’ll take your mind right off of that sexy diva.” 

Leon sighs and puts his head in his hands. “I’m so tired,” Leon mutters. 

“Your ride here yet?” 

Leon shakes his head, then moves his hands. 

“Who’s picking you up?” 

“My friend Claire,” Leon answers. “She’s the only one somewhat close to where we are.” 

“Just a friend?” Luis asks. 

Leon nods, even though a small smile creeps on to his face as he remembers how close they were after Raccoon City.

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Valenfield on a Mission Headcanons

Valenfield headcanons! I'm finally writing my Chris and Jill otp.

1: I know that it’s canon that they just randomly look at each other lovingly. On the other hand, I’m positive that they keep track of how many times it happens and crack jokes with each other about it. “Were you really looking at me like that while I was giving you explosives?” “Yes, deal with it.” 

2: They try to act professional when other people are present and when nobody’s with them, they say the most out of pocket shit. “You know what this painting reminds me of?” “What?” “That time that we almost got eaten by the giant fish-thing. You know, the mission that right after we finished, we didn’t even make our dinner reservations?” “Yeah, I remember that. I ended up having internal bleeding and had to go to the emergency room.” Doesn’t matter which one is on each side of the conversation, it works both ways. 

3: While on mission with Leon/Claire/Rebecca/ect, they do not attempt to act professionally. They will make wildly explicit jokes, lots of PDA, the works. Claire tries to get them to stop originally, because that is her brother after all, but she gives up when it doesn’t even slow up a little (despite Chris saying that he’d try). They’re completely comfortable with their little group of survivors, so they slip into normal rhythms. This is why Leon always says that Sherry should not go alone with them (protective dad for the win).

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Cleon on the Run Headcanons

I just read an absolutely fantastic fanfiction where Claire and Leon ended up on the run from the US Government, so I started thinking about them on the run. Please feel free to use my headcanons. If you post them, please @ me because I'd love to read them.

1: They one hundred percent will use matching last names when checking into hotels/motels. They like the idea of making people guess whether they’re related or married. They don’t tell anyone and there’s no PDA in front of the people working there. Claire started it as a funny little jab at the fact that one of the ladies asked if they were related when they asked for a room with two beds in it. 

2: Leon tries to get them a place with a kitchen so they aren’t living on fast food 24/7. It usually doesn’t end up turning out right, so Claire relentlessly teases him for it. 

3: Despite hating when anyone else drives him places, he lets Claire drive whenever she wants to. He feels safe enough with her that he’ll take something so he can sleep while they’re driving during times where the government’s too close on their heels for them to find somewhere to stop for the night. 

4: They live on Red Bulls and snuggles, you can’t convince me otherwise. Sure, saving the world is great and all, but there’s no way that they can run solely on that. Kisses are good too, they really boost morale. I’m such a dork for that statement, but whatever. 

5: You know when things are making you feel absolutely crazy? That’s what happens to Claire anytime that she sees Leon doing normal things like changing a tire. They’re so used to only seeing each other in times where the world is ending, that she forgets that they have normal lives at times. Leon, on the other hand, has dreamed of being with Claire for normal things, so he’s never surprised. Definitely surprised when she wakes up and makes food for them the times that they have access to a kitchen, but that’s because he’s used to making his own food. 

6: Sherry, Chris, and Jill keep up with them as best as they can. Claire likes to send him selfies with the wildest captions as updates sometimes. (Ex. Leon changing the tire of the car that they’re driving because they got a flat from driving over a rock. “Car chases are wild. Can't wait to get back to them.")  7: When they finally manage to get cleared, the first thing they do is call Chris and Jill. Claire excitedly tells them that her and Leon’s vacation is over and that they’re coming back now. Leon bitches about her calling it a vacation since it was not a vacation.

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Cleon Headcanons Part Three

I cannot shut up about Cleon, so here we are with a part three to my headcanons. Feel free to let me know what you think or to share your headcanons with me!

1: Leon and Claire love to give each other little things. Leon gets Claire dinosaur themed things since they’re her favorite, and Claire gets Leon shark themed things.

2: They love planning and giving their kids (Sherry and their biological/adopted children) things. They love celebrating things with them, big and little things.

3: They have a small, intimate wedding with their friends/family at the beach because Claire always dreamed of a beach wedding before Raccoon City, and Leon only cares that he’s marrying her (and that there aren’t too many people).

4: Leon did the decorating when they moved in together because he has good taste in furniture, and Claire didn’t want to do it.

5: Sherry has to introduce them to new media because they don’t watch anything made after 1998.

6: They take every opportunity to go stargazing and make s’mores.

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Kitten

(Day 15! I love LadyNoir, it’s my favorite of the love square, so I had to include it. Something to note, they do know each other’s secret identities, which is why you’ll see Ladybug wanting to question what was so bad about Chat’s day.)

“Hi, Kitty,” Ladybug says, flicking the bell on his suit. 

“M’lady,” Chat Noir says with a small bow and a wide grin. “How are you?” 

“I’m better now that you’re here. How about you?” 

Chat shrugs, the smile vanishing. Ladybug closes the distance between them and wraps an arm around Chat, then kisses him. He melts into her embrace. 

“Everything okay?” Ladybug asks, her lips an inch from Chat’s. 

“Today has just been one thing after another, M’lady. I’m just glad to be here with you.” 

“Anything I can do?” 

Chat kisses her again, just for a moment though. “Nah, this is enough. You’re enough.” 

“A little much, don’t you think?” Ladybug teases. 

“You do not know what today looked like,” Chat whispers. “I’d be fine with the distraction of an Akuma.” 

Ladybug leans over and knocks on the wooden table. 

“Sorry, M’lady.” 

“It’s fine. Come on, let’s patrol and then I’ll get you a treat from the bakery.” 

“Nice. I love you so much.” 

“I know, and I love you.” 

The two start going through Paris looking for crime, Chat keeping as close to her as he can. She doesn’t mind though. She always enjoys her kitty’s presence. She’s a little worried about how bad his day had to have ben for him to be this clingy, but she chooses to hold off on asking. Ladybug hears a meow, so she turns toward Chat. 

“What? The meow wasn’t me,” Chat says, raising his hands in the air. 

She looks around. 

“M’lady?” 

“What?” 

“There’s a cat in that tree.” 

She looks where he’s pointing and she sees a little black kitten stuck in one of the tall branches. 

“How did you get there?” she asks. 

Chat uses his staff to get up and gently scoops the kitty up. He lowers himself back down. Ladybug starts petting the kitten. The kitten licks her fingertips, making her giggle. 

“I think he likes me.” 

“You seem to attract all of the black cats, M’lady.” 

“You must be my good luck charm, Kitty.” 

He laughs, “I don’t think so. I’m not so lucky.” 

“I disagree, but we should look for his folks,” she says. 

“We should,” Chat replies, stroking the kitten’s head. “We don’t want him to be away from his family for too long. You would be sad, wouldn’t you?” 

They knock on doors, asking around to see if anybody’s missing a kitten. When they get through the neighborhood and nobody recognizes him or has a missing cat, they stop. 

“I think I’m gonna keep him,” Chat says. 

“You want to keep the kitten?” Ladybug asks. 

“Yeah, I’ll just take him as a housepet. If somebody reaches out looking for him, then I’ll give him back to his owner. Since nobody’s claiming him though, it would make the most sense to assume that he’s a stray.” 

“Birds of a feather, huh Chat?” 

“Of course. Us stray loverboys gotta stick together. She’s mine though, buddy. Find a different girl.” 

Ladybug laughs, “Alright. I’ll see you tonight, Loverboy.” 

He gives her a big smile and a small salute before he vaults off with the kitten. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, then heads for home. By the time she gets home, she already has a dozen pictures of the kitten with the tag “coffee cat”. 

Why does it have that tag? It’s probably not that important. 

She reacts to all of the pictures before getting to schoolwork.

(It turned out that she should have been concerned because he named the cat Coffee, and Plagg got very jealous of the cat.)

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Puppy

(Day 14. I had this idea a little while ago, thanks original RE4 playthrough, and it’s stuck with me. I absolutely love the idea of Leon having a little friend to go on missions with him, so I may make more of these.)

Claire walks into the hanger to see Chris with several young recruits. 

“Hey,” Claire says. 

“Babysitting today?” 

“Training,” Chris corrects, “We’re waiting for Leon and Jill to show up.” 

“But Leon’s here for me?” 

“That is correct, but he’s bringing gear that I need.” 

“Who’s Leon?” one of the recruits pipes up. “We know who Miss Valentine is.” 

Chris’ ears get a little red and Claire laughs. “Leon Kennedy, he’s someone we’ll work with occasionally, when the US Government decides that they don’t need him to wipe someone’s ass.” 

“Like the Leon Kennedy?” another one asks, lighting up like a kid on Christmas. 

“Yeah, you seem excited, Rogers.” 

“He’s like the coolest person ever. He’s done so many missions and helped so many people.” 

“He does a lot of good work,” Chris agrees, “I’m a little more worried about his personal arrangements at the moment.” 

“Eh, we talked it out already,” Claire says, waving her hand dismissively. “He’s taking me out to dinner for missing the charity event. He even said that I could pick the place, so we can finally go somewhere that doesn’t require me to wear something uncomfortable.” 

Chris nods. A car pulls up and Jill gets out of the back, grabbing a backpack. 

“Hey, guys,” she says as she walks over. 

The car drives off, tires screeching. Chris cringes a little and Jill pats his shoulder, which makes him smile. She blows him a kiss before heading into the base. He shakes his head, but the smile’s still firmly there. 

Chris’ watch goes off, so he looks at it. “Get your ear gear! The plane’s landing in about three minutes!” 

Chris offers Claire a pair, which she takes with a nod of thanks. The plane lands exactly on time and once the engine has stopped, they take off their ear gear. 

“I’m so excited,” Rogers says, bouncing on her toes. 

It’s kinda refreshing to see someone excited to see Leon for a good reason. 

The door opens and Leon comes down with something in his arms. Leon runs over to Claire, completely ignoring everyone else. 

“Look, I got a puppy.” 

Claire sees the “puppy” in his arms and sees that it’s a wolf cub. She doesn’t know how much of her surprise is on her face, but she gently puts a hand on Leon’s shoulder. “I’m pretty sure that’s a wolf cub, bud.” 

“Nah, he’s just a little puppy,” Leon replies, stroking the cub’s head. 

Chris leans over, “Yeah, that’s definitely a wolf cub, Leon.” 

“Shut up, Redfield,” Leon snaps at him. 

Chris raises his hands and fixes his posture. Hunnigan walks down the stairs with the bags of gear that Leon was supposed to give to Chris. 

“Here you go, Agent Redfield,” she says. 

“Where did he…?” Chris starts, but Hunnigan cuts him off. 

“I think someone forgot to take his meds because we were called to a problem, which is why we weren’t here yesterday like we planned. He found that cub in a bear trap and rescued it. I thought he was going to release him, but absolutely refused to part with it. No amount of me telling him it wasn’t a puppy convinced him and he strongarmed me into letting the cub on the plane. He’s your problem now, I’m not dealing with that stupidity anymore for at least three hours.” 

“Sorry, Hunnigan,” Chris says. 

She waves a hand and heads in the same door that Jill went in. Poor Rogers looks crushed and the others are trying to console her. 

Claire’s trying not to laugh as she turns back to Leon. “Come on, Leon. We should get out of here so we don’t miss dinner.” 

Leon nods and follows her. They get in the car, Leon getting in the back with the cub, and head toward Claire’s apartment. 

“What are you planning on doing?” Claire asks. 

“With him?” 

“Yes.” 

“I plan on keeping him,” Leon answers. 

“You don’t have the means to keep a pet,” Claire argues. 

“He can just come with me,” Leon says. “He’s sweet and he doesn’t mind air travel. If I have to do some kind of boat ride, which already kinda makes me wanna shoot myself in the foot to get out of, I’ll just leave him with one of you guys. Though I’ve only done boat travel like four times in my entire career, so that isn’t really that much of a concern.” 

“What would your bosses say?” 

“Who cares? I do everything that they ask me to with almost no questions asked. I don’t give a shit what they think about it. Or me taking this weekend off to spend it with you.” 

“I thought we talked about a day.” 

“I wanted to surprise you. If you have plans, I can always just go bother Chris until you’re done. Perks of you guys being so close in vicinity.” 

“I don’t have any plans, but you want to sleep on my couch for the entire three days you plan on being here?” 

“Yeah, I’ll just have Duckie sleep with me.” 

“You named him Duckie?” 

“Yeah, not really. I was just saying words to see if he’d respond to them and that was the only one that he responded to, so I figured that was his name before.” 

Claire shakes her head as she pulls into her apartment’s parking lot. 

“Does your apartment allow pets?” Leon asks. 

“Yeah, they do,” she answers. “Come on.” 

Leon grabs his bag, then gets out with Duckie still in his arms. They head up to her apartment to get ready for a well deserved dinner break.

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Blanket

(Day thirteen! I absolutely love Valenfield. Even not romantically, they’re so great as a duo.)

Jill lays down on her couch and turns on her old TV, trying to find something to watch to take her mind off of work. It was the only thing that she was doing anymore due to all of these crazy missions popping up out of nowhere. Being called in at early hours like she was supposed to be at work already. She was absolutely sick of work, but Wesker allowed for no days off. Well… they got Sunday off but that’s only when there isn’t “a pressing issue” that requires their attention. Almost three months of only working aside from the things she needs to absolutely function. 

Someone knocks on her door and she contemplates not answering it. Something in her head makes her get up and drag herself over to the door. She opens it and she sees Chris. His warm smile makes her smile back immediately. 

She stands up straighter, then leans on the doorframe. “What’s up, Chris?” 

“I know that you don’t like celebrating things, but I got you a gift,” Chris says, holding out a box. 

She looks at the box, then back at him. “What are we celebrating?” Jill asks. 

Chris suddenly gets really shy, shifting a little. “It’s your S.T.A.R.S. anniversary. Barry said that you keep up with it, so I thought I’d get you something.” 

Jill opens her mouth, then closes it when nothing comes out. Chris smiles sheepishly.

“Come on in,” she finally manages, and opens the door all the way. 

Chris walks in and Jill shuts the door behind him. He sits down on her couch while she pulls the ribbon off the box. She opens it up and it’s a blue, fluffy blanket. 

“You mentioned that your blanket was wearing thin, so I thought I’d get you another one. If you don’t like it, I can get you something else.” 

“No, this is great,” Jill says, pulling the blanket out. 

She sits down next to him and throws the blanket over both of them. His smile returns, so Jill leans against him. 

“Thanks, partner,” she says. 

“Anytime,” Chris replies, putting his head against Jill’s. 

“I want to do something, and feel free to stop me if it’s out of line,” Chris says. 

“Mhmm.” 

He wraps an arm around her and pulls her against him. She looks at him and he looks like a shy puppy. She smiles and before she has a real chance to think about it, she leans forward and gives him a short kiss. She pulls back quickly and then she notices that Chris is smiling like an idiot. He kisses her and she barely has a chance to return it before he’s pulling away. 

She grabs his face and kisses him again. He leans into it, his right hand snaking down to her waist and he pulls her against him. He buries his face in the crook of her neck and plants a single, soft kiss there. Jill plays with his hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne. 

“You want dinner?” Jill asks. 

She barely hears Chris say no before he kisses her neck again. When he moves up a bit, she laughs. 

“Oh, did I just learn something new about you?” Chris asks. 

“Don’t you dare abuse that,” Jill replies quickly. 

“I would never. What do you take me for?” 

Jill lays her head against Chris, “My favorite person.” 

“Well you sure know how to make me forgive you.” 

“Not the point, but a plus I guess,” Jill replies, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Chris leans back, taking Jill with him. She grips his shirt and he gives her a sly smile once they’re settled down, her laying on top of him. She repositions the blanket so it’s still covering them. She snuggles up to him and he wraps his other arm around her. 

“I love you,” Chris whispers in Jill’s ear. 

“I love you more,” Jill teases, gaining herself another kiss that makes her laugh. 

She swats at him, but he just ignores it. Jill’s eyes start drooping, so she picks her head up to rub her eyes. 

“Hey, you can sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

Jill hesitates, not sure that she wants to risk it. Finally, she nods and lays her head back down. 

“I love you, Chris.” 

His hand starts running through her hair and she falls asleep quickly. 

She wakes up to the smell of Chris’ light smelling cologne. He hates most cologne because it smells too strong, but Jill found him this one and he wears it occasionally. The night before crashes over Jill and she forces her eyes open. She’s laying against Chris, who’s sleeping peacefully with his arms around her. She puts her head back down, determined to stay like this for as long as they can. They have the day off, but leaves a fifty-fifty chance that they’ll have to go in. 

Almost as if on cue, her phone starts ringing. Before she can grab it, Chris’ hand grabs it and he answers. She cringes, hoping that Wesker isn’t the one calling. 

“Why are you calling me, Barry?” 

She sighs in relief, then taps his shoulder. He blinks at her, so she holds out her hand. 

“Jill wants to talk to you,” he mumbles, then holds the phone out to Jill. 

Jill takes it, “I’m gonna call you back later, Barry.” 

Before Barry has a chance to reply, she hangs up and lays her head back down. 

“You could have talked to him,” Chris says. 

Jill leans forward and kisses Chris. Chris starts sleepily kissing her face. Her lips, cheeks, nose, forehead. She just quietly laughs as Chris wraps his arm back around her. 

“We should pick something up for breakfast later,” Chris says against Jill’s hair. 

“Sounds good, tough guy.” 

She buries her face back into his shirt, happy for the peace that being with Chris makes her feel.

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Hot Chocolate is Not as Easy to Make as it Seems

(I did not write this. It's a snippet from an old fic but I don't think that I've posted it on my main yet. I'm just lacking the motivation to write a whole new snippet for it. Catching up is eh.)

It takes Robin and Speedy just shy of an hour to get back with the things to make hot chocolate. 

“What took you guys?” Wally asks. 

“We got stopped about a dozen times by different people,” Robin answers,” Some of the people that stopped us wanted to talk to Speedy.” 

Robin laughs as Speedy makes a face. “We also ran into my family,” Robin continues,” So that was fifteen to twenty minutes of the time right there.” 

Speedy smiles,” You know I love Alfred. He even gave you a curfew tonight.” 

“Whatever,” Robin says, waving his hand dismissively,” We got the stuff so what have you guys been up to?” 

“Cookies!” M’gann answers, shoving a pan of cookies at Robin’s face. 

He takes a step back and says,” Too close.” 

“Sorry,” she says, then puts the pan of cookies on the counter,” Also, we invited Batman to come try our cookies.” 

“What?” Robin asks,” He’s busy. Why would you do that?” 

“She also invited like everyone that she could think of,” Conner says,” I’m not too worried that anyone will actually show up. Well, Martian Manhunter promised to come by at some point, but anybody other than him.” 

“Did you invite Green Arrow?” Artemis asks. 

M’gann nods,” I invited all of our mentors.” 

“Oh, Flash will definitely come if it means he gets to lecture me and eat free food,” Wally replies. 

“It’s a fifty-fifty chance Green Arrow will show up,” Artemis says. 

“I can tell you for a fact that he won’t be coming,” Speedy says,” He’s busy with stuff in Star. That’s the reason that I came to get those papers for him and that Tornado was so irked.” 

The group shares a laugh, then Artemis and Wally show Conner and M’gann how to make hot chocolate. Robin and Speedy watch from a distance so they’re safe from M’gann slinging stuff everywhere, which she did until Conner took her whisk. The group ate cookies and drank hot chocolate once it was done, excluding Speedy, who only drank hot chocolate because he didn’t trust M’gann’s baking skills. 

Which Speedy was right, and they all ended up with food poisoning, except Conner, who either couldn't get it or just pretended to eat the cookies.

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Plushie

(Day Eleven! Super excited to be writing some Cleon. This is a snippet from a new series I’m gonna be writing at some point. “When the Residents Aren’t Evil”. The name is still in the works if y’all wanna throw some suggestions for that in the comments too lol. Also, I cannot for the life of me write prompt ten, so I've finally decided to skip it and move on. I'll probably be trying to play catch-up today and tomorrow, so more posts than normal.)

Claire’s eating a muffin as she looks over her homework assignments. She doesn’t have a lot left to do, but she really doesn’t want to do it right now. There’s nothing else to do since she cleaned her and Chris’ entire apartment yesterday and the laundry’s done. Chris couldn’t sleep last night and did it, also couldn’t understand why Claire wasn’t happy about it either. 

A knock on the door turns her attention away from her homework. She waits, leaning back. Another knock after a minute, so she gets up and checks the peephole. Leon Kennedy, still in his blues. 

She opens the door, “Did you just get off of work?” 

He nods, “I promised you that we’d go to the arcade today and if I went home, I would have ended up passing out on the couch.” 

She sighs and shakes her head. “Come on, you can take me and change. I’ll make sure that you don’t pass out.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

They drive to Leon’s apartment and he goes into his room. She starts looking around at his mostly empty apartment. Leon comes out in a loose fitting t-shirt and jeans. He’s running a hand through his hair, messing it up from the style he wore to work. Once he gets close enough but clearly still distracted by his hair, Claire hugs him from behind. 

“Hey,” he says, barely tensing before relaxing and patting her hands. 

She lays her head against his back. “Maybe we can skip the arcade,” she mumbles. 

“Absolutely not,” Leon replies. “You’ve been looking forward to it for weeks.” 

“What if I changed my mind? What if I’d rather just take a nap?” 

“Is school bothering you?” 

He always knows exactly what it is, doesn’t he? 

She hums in agreement. 

“I can’t really help you with the actual work since I’m dumber than you are, but would it help if I was there to encourage you?” 

“You’re not dumb.” 

“And that’s not what I said. There’s a difference between being dumb and being compared to a genius.” 

Claire laughs, then opens her eyes and picks her head up. “Fine. Arcade, then light studying. Finally, a nap before Chris gets home.” 

“Yeah, I know I gotta be out before Chris gets home or he’s kicking my ass.” 

“It would be fine if we weren’t asleep, or within six feet of each other,” Claire jokes, which makes Leon laugh. 

Leon leads Claire out of the apartment and down to his Jeep. Once they’re on the road, something hits Claire. 

“If it’s opening night, won’t it be super busy?” 

“Actually, opening night is tomorrow. The guy who owns it owed me a favor, so he agreed to let us come by whenever today. He said that we’re ‘testing the machines’.” 

“Wow, so important of you.” 

Leon laughs, “Yeah, definitely. I just helped him when he had a problem with teens smoking and drinking in the building.” 

“Very important work, Lieutenant Kennedy.” 

He nods, his eyes flickering to her for a moment before returning to the road. When they get there, it’s a decent sized building. 

“How did I not realize this was gonna be here before you told me?” she asks as she gets out. 

“Raccoon City is a big place. Since you don’t live here regularly, it’s easy to miss things like this,” Leon answers, offering Claire his arm. 

She links arms with him and they head up to the building. He knocks on the door and a man in forties opens the door. He lets them in and once Leon’s paid for tokens, they’re let loose. Claire loses track of time as they play games. She really only takes stock of how long they have to have been there by how tired Leon looks. 

“Should we head out?” Claire asks. 

Leon looks at his watch. “I want to try the claw machine first. Once I do that, then we can go.” 

They walk over to the claw machine. 

“What do you want?” Leon asks. 

She looks over the stuffed animals, then points to the very cute looking T-Rex near the back. Leon nods, then puts the tokens in. He seems focused, so Claire tries not to laugh at the rather intense look on his face. He gets the T-Rex on the first go and offers it to her. 

She takes it, “My hero.” 

He gives her a shy smile, which makes her laugh. “Do you want me to drive?” 

“Nah, I’m good to drive. Let’s trade the tickets in and head back to your place.” 

Leon lets Claire pick all of the prizes, which she has a lot of fun with. The drive home is filled with Claire naming all of the things she got and teasingly poking Leon with the sticky hand that she got. He’s a champ about it and smiles for her. They get there and he takes most of her things upstairs. Once they get in, he drops onto the couch. 

“Take your shoes off,” Claire instructs as she puts away her gifts. 

She hears Leon’s shoes hit the floor, then the creak of the couch letting her know that he laid down. She walks back in and his eyes are closed. 

“Do you want something to eat?” 

“No thank you,” he says. “Also, I believe in you. You’ll kick that works’ ass.” 

She laughs, then taps him. He cracks his eyes open, so she gets on the couch with him. 

“Work,” he mumbles. 

“It can wait. I’m tired and a nap will motivate me.” 

He wraps an arm around her, gently pinning her to his chest. “I can live with that.” 

She settles down and lays her head against his chest. His soft snoring lets her know that he fell asleep and she falls asleep not long after.

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Rebecca and Luis Headcanons

(This can be read as romantic or platonic.)

1: Rebecca and Luis absolutely spend way too much time together in the lab working. Who needs sleep? Or sunlight? Or to socialize with someone other than the just as crazy person next to you? 

2: People definitely think that they’re high or drunk if they walk in when they’re in the middle of a “revelation”. They just have very strange ways of explaining/celebrating their breakthroughs. 

3: Examples of them celebrating their breakthroughs. Espresso shot drinking contest. They never get more than three before Rebecca stops them though. Another one is an impromptu dance party. Rebecca gets really into those and Luis mostly watches her until she forces him to join. 

4: Leon absolutely hates being in a room with them unless there’s someone else there to buffer. The two of them trying to talk his ears off about two different things he doesn’t understand annoys him to no end. 

5: Claire on the other hand absolutely loves being in the room with them since she feeds off the energy. She’ll work in their lab when she has short, tough deadlines since they always encourage her. 

6: Rebecca takes Luis out to dinner weekly so they do get out of the lab at least that one time in the span of a week. Even when they have something going on, Rebecca will order/pick up something and make them eat outside so that they get sunshine.

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Cottage

(Day nine! I guess this can technically be read as romantic or platonic, even though I don’t ship them. I have so many unaswered questions about the end of RE4, but I got this cute idea.)

The boat ran out of fuel, so Leon radioed for transport and now they’re being chased by undead wolves and whatever the hell those ugly-ass things that some villagers turn into after being shot in the head. 

Of course Ada left me a boat that didn’t have enough fuel. Better than nothing, I guess. 

Leon’s been pulling Ashley along behind him for most of the time because she’s running out of energy. He’s been popping off shots at them when he has an opportunity, but he’s running out of ammo and there are far too many of them. Leon loses sight of them due to distance when he spots a small cottage behind some brush. He takes Ashley that way and tries the knob. It opens and Leon stabs the person that comes at him when he opens it. He throws the person inside while Ashley’s looking around. 

He shuts the door and locks it, then closes the wooden shutters on the window. Leon turns and Ashley’s shivering, probably from the fact that it started sprinkling/light raining on them while they were running. Leon takes his jacket off and offers it to her. She takes it, seeming to be admiring it. 

“This is such a nice jacket,” Ashley says as she slips into it. 

Leon looks up and laughs at how it fits on her. She huffs and kicks a rock at him. 

He hits it to the side with the back of his hand, “Thanks, I got it from a friend.” 

“She has good taste.” 

“What makes you think it was a female friend?” Leon asks. 

“If it wasn’t, your friend is gay. Most guys your age don’t have good fashion taste without a woman’s touch,” Ashley replies, and Leon can’t tell if she’s teasing him. 

Leon sits down with his back against the wall, looking toward the only way in or out of the cottage, “Her name’s Claire. She’s my best friend. She picked it out a little while ago. Thought that it would be comfortable.” 

Ashley comes over and sits beside Leon. “She definitely has good taste.” 

“I would prefer if you sat somewhere where someone couldn’t shoot you when they opened the door,” Leon says. 

“I’d rather sit here,” Ashley insists, “I feel safer here.” 

“Sit on my other side.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Sit on my other side.” 

Ashley gets up and sits on the left side of Leon. Leon puts an arm around her shoulders and she leans against him. 

“Now I can still shoot at my best,” Leon says. 

“Oh, you wanted me to move since you’re right handed,” Ashley replies. 

“Mhmm.” 

He doesn’t know exactly when Ashley falls asleep because his attention is on the door and window, but when her hand whips out to hit him in the abdomen is when he looks at her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, so he just lowers his arm enough to pull her into a side hug. Her eyes crack open and Leon gives her a small smile. 

“You’re fine. You can go back to sleep, Ashley.” 

She nods, then puts her head against him. “I can’t wait to get home,” she whispers. 

“I’ll make sure that you get home,” Leon promises, gently rubbing her left shoulder. 

She ends up falling asleep again quickly, to which Leon is a little relieved. His adrenaline is starting to drop, so he doesn’t have the energy to keep reassuring her that they’ll get out and she’ll get home. He checks the magazine one more time and counts the six bullets he has left. 

I wonder if the things got bored and left. No point in checking right now. It would just scare Ashley further if they haven’t. 

Leon’s having to force away sleep as the adrenaline drops and Ashley’s warmth pressed against him for a while, making him a little agitated. 

“Curse sleeping better next to people,” Leon mutters. 

The doorknob rattles, which gets his attention. He puts his gun up and flicks the safety off. 

“Condor One, it’s Roost. Don’t you dare shoot me,” Hunnigan’s voice says from the other side of the door. 

Leon laughs, the sound coming out like a cough. Hunnigan opens the door and Leon shakes Ashley. She blinks her eyes open as more people come in. She sees her normal bodyguard and gets up. Leon follows suit, ignoring the minor discomfort the motion makes. 

“Good work,” Hunnigan says as the people with guns take Ashley. 

He nods, “She’ll be okay, won’t she?” 

“She will be. Eagle One will make sure that she gets the help she needs to be able to function normally.” 

“Okay. Let’s get this show on the road so I can get home and sleep for a week.” 

“I don’t think they’ll let you sleep that long.” 

“I won’t answer and when they show up at my house, they can drag me out.” 

Hunnigan raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment as they walk toward the jet. When they get on the jet, Ashley motions for Leon to sit next to her. He walks over and sits down without a word. Ashley keeps a hold of his arm the entire trip and staying mostly quiet unless someone says something directly to her. Hunnigan and Leon keep making temporary eye contact, to which he tries to give her a reassuring smile that he doesn’t feel. 

He’s exhausted, and the job isn’t done yet. Leon doesn’t allow himself to relax until they get to the White House and Ashley’s reunited with her dad. Only then, does he lean his head back in his chair and sigh. 

“Long day, Kennedy?” Hunnigan jokes. 

“Oh, if it was only a day,” Leon mutters. 

“He’ll want to give you an award.” 

“He can do that another day. Right now, I just want to go home.” 

Hunnigan nods. “Alright, let’s get you home.”

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Sing Me to Sleep, My Love

(Day eight! The prompt is bed, so singing me to sleep came to mind. I probably should have mentioned the prompt word more, but it’s fine.)

Jon and Leon come into the dorms from the shooting range. Leon doesn’t stay here, but Jon does so he likes to chat a bit when they have a moment. Leon settles down in one of the chairs at the table. Leon notices a guitar collecting dust in the corner. 

“Do you play guitar, Jon?” Leon asks. 

“No. You ever played?” Jon asks. 

Leon nods, “Yeah, I learned in high school. Dropped it around the time that I left the Academy.” 

“Huh, I guess work really does get in the way of all of your hobbies,” Jon says. “You can take it, if you want. It belonged to Steve and he got a new one.” 

Leon raises an eyebrow. 

“Or don’t take it, Kennedy. I don’t care. I’ve never touched the thing since I don’t have the time to learn it.” 

Jon walks into the attached kitchen and Leon leans back. “You ready for this assignment tomorrow?” Leon asks. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Jon answers, “but at least we get to stop working early today.” 

“Yeah, it’s great. Speaking of which, I’m gonna get going. Claire’ll be excited to see me.” 

“Have fun, Lover Boy.” 

Leon waits until Jon turns to flip him off. Jon returns the gesture as Leon’s heading toward the door. Leon double flips him off, then grabs the guitar and walks out. The drive back is uneventful and Leon’s thankful that the roads weren’t in the condition to drive his motorcycle since he was bringing something back with him. He climbs up the five flights of stairs to his apartment since the elevator is once again out of order. He unlocks the door, then opens it. He walks in and can’t immediately hear Claire, so he shuts the door quietly. 

“Hey, I’m home!” Leon calls out, taking his coat off. 

“Aww, you’re early,” Claire replies. 

“Was that a complaint that I got home before seven?” 

“No, I just wanted to finish this before you came back. It’s fine. How did you talk them into letting you back at… Five forty. What did you agree to?” Claire asks as she walks into the room. 

Leon puts the guitar down, “I didn’t agree to anything. They decided to let us off early since the mission tomorrow is starting early in the morning.” 

“Oh,” Claire sighs. 

Leon wraps his arms around her and she returns the gesture. Leon kisses her forehead. 

“How was your day, my love?” Leon asks. 

“Alright. Much better now.” 

Leon laughs. 

“What’s with the guitar? It’s not for me, is it?” 

“It is not. Jon was getting rid of it and I thought I might try to pick it back up.” 

“Oh, did you used to play?” 

Leon nods. 

Claire smiles, “So talented, Mr. Kennedy.” 

“Not as talented as you, Mrs. Redfield.” They kiss for a moment before Claire goes back into the kitchen, Leon trailing behind her. “What did you make?” 

“That recipe that your mom gave me.” 

“Oh, is that so?” 

Claire must have noticed that the teasing is gone from his tone because she turns around. “It’s not too soon, is it? We can order something.” 

Leon shakes his head, then wraps his arms around Claire’s midsection. 

“No, it’s fine,” he says before putting his head on her shoulder. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” 

“Maybe the dozen times we’ve been through hell together,” Claire says. 

“Maybe,” Leon echoes. 

“When does your mission start again?” 

“Four am, so I have to be out of here by three twenty.” 

Claire groans. 

“I know.” 

“We’re gonna be going to sleep early,” Claire says. 

“Sounds nice.” 

“You’re gonna have to play for me first.” 

Leon laughs, “Maybe.” 

Leon just stays attached to Claire until she finishes making dinner, even though she keeps complaining that he’s making it harder to move around. They eat dinner and Claire chats about how work went for her. Leon listens and smiles when she excitedly tells him about the relief mission that she’s going to be going on while he’s gone. When they’re done and Leon’s done the dishes, he gets changed. 

He walks into their room and Claire’s waiting, with the guitar. He sighs as he takes it from her. He sits down on their bed and starts tuning it. Claire sits down and puts her hands in her lap, clearly excited. Leon finds himself smiling at the sight of that bright face. Once it’s tuned, it starts strumming the chords to Iris, which he messes up a bit before getting into the rhythm of it. Claire hums along and claps when he’s done. 

“That was not good enough for applause,” Leon says. “I am rusty as hell.” 

He leans the guitar against the wall, then gets under the covers. Claire joins him and rests against his chest. He wraps an arm around her. 

“Did you ever sing?” Claire asks. 

“Yeah, a long time ago,” Leon answers, running a hand through Claire’s hair. 

“Why’d you stop?” 

“Same reason I’ve stopped just about anything, trauma. Don’t really want to talk about it, it happened a long time ago.” 

“I’m sure you’d sound wonderful.” 

“Thank you, my love.”  She puts her head against his chest and he continues to run a hand through her hair, thinking about the last time that he sang. He quietly starts singing Don’t Stop Believin' and Claire perks up a little. Doesn’t pick her head up, but he felt her head move just enough that she could listen better. It doesn’t take long for Claire to fall asleep and Leon stops singing when she does. Matching her breathing with her presence, Leon falls asleep quickly, the same way he does every night he’s with her.

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Sorry, accidentally posted this on the wrong thing.

Happy Birthday, Bobby!

(Day seven! The prompt is Apple Cider. I absolutely love Supernatural and BobbyxJody is amazing. I think that Bobby deserved to be happy with Jody and the boys. Bobby makes me so sad, but this is a happy fic. Happiness because canon is stupid.)

Jody knocks on Bobby’s door. Bobby lets her in and she puts everything she brought in the fridge while he walks back into the living room. She heats up some apple cider, then brings in two mugs for them. 

“What’s this?” Bobby asks. 

“Apple cider,” she answers, offering it to him. 

He takes it and mumbles a thanks. 

She sits down next to him, “You’re welcome. Why don’t we see what’s on the TV?” 

“Sure, just make sure that it’s not too loud so I can hear if the boys call.” 

Jody picks up the remote and turns on Bobby’s ancient TV. She flips through the channels before landing on a fishing show. It seems to peak Bobby’s interest enough, so she gets up with the excuse to refill her cup. She goes into the kitchen and starts the oven. She grabs her phone and texts Sam. 

Me: Where are you guys? Have you left yet? 

Sam: On our way. We’ll be there in like an hour. 

Me: Good. See you then. Don’t forget the beer. 

Sam: Yeah, there’s no way we could do that. Dean insisted on stopping at three different places to find “the right one”. That’s why we won’t be on time. 

Jody stifles a laugh as she quickly texts Sam a quick “I’m sorry” text. She starts pulling the stuff out of the fridge that she had stashed there earlier. Once she starts the food, she comes back in with a full glass of cider. Bobby looks up and gives her a small smile as she settles back down next to him. 

“Do you wanna turn on something else?” Bobby asks. 

“Sure.” 

Bobby scrolls until he finds a murder mystery movie about a woman named Rebeka that was murdered. After twenty minutes, Jody gets a text from Sam saying that they’re running a little late, but that they will get there. Jody sends a thumbs up, which is the most that she can manage without taking her phone out of her pocket. 

“Doesn’t that handprint look a lot like the husband’s?” Bobby asks. 

Jody looks over the bloody print on the TV. “Yeah, it kinda does,” she says. “Where did they find it again?” 

“Bathroom, under the sink.” 

“But he claims to have not been there at all?” 

“Yup.” 

“Can’t anybody come up with a solid alibi? At least try and clean the scene a little before you leave it for someone else to find.” 

Bobby laughs. 

“Sorry,” Jody says with a smile, “I feel like I’m in cop mode every time I watch these.” 

“It’s fine, it’s cute,” Bobby replies. 

They continue watching the movie until her phone starts vibrating in her pocket. 

She looks at it, “Call from the station. I’m gonna take this to remind them that I’m not on the clock.” 

“Alright,” Bobby huffs, “but hurry back. We’re about to figure out if this guy really murdered his wife.” 

She walks into the kitchen and answers her phone, “Hey, Sam.” 

“We’re two minutes out,” Sam says. 

“Perfect timing. I have to take the food out now.” 

“Cool. Dean says hi, by the way. He’s insisting that I tell you that.” 

“Tell him that I say hi.” 

“I will. See ya.” 

“See ya.” 

Sam hangs up, so she pulls the food out of the oven. She warms up another pitcher of apple cider and pours some into her glass. A loud knock at the door. 

“Who the hell could that be?” Bobby asks. 

“I’ll get the door!” Jody calls out. “Sorry for being in here so long. Had to warm up the second pitcher so I could get more cider!” 

“It’s fine, it’s not like I need to be babysat.” 

Jody goes over and opens the door. Sam and Dean are there, beer and pie in hand. She motions them inside and into the kitchen. 

“Bobby’s gonna kill us,” Dean whispers so Bobby can’t hear him. 

“Sush. He’ll love it.” Jody fusses, then raises her voice, “You want some pie, Bobby?” 

“Sure. Did you bring some? Because I don’t have any.” 

“I brought it!” She grabs plates for them and dishes out the pie. 

“Sam, you take plates because Dean will drop them,” Jody says. 

Sam snorts while Dean looks a little offended. 

“I can carry some damn plates,” Dean says. 

She points a finger at him and he shuts up. She walks back into the living room and Bobby’s turned toward her. 

“Did you hear something?” 

“Yeah. I sorta did what you told me not to do.” 

“Like you bought me a present? Because I figured you would.” 

“I brought you a present,” Jody corrects. “Two, actually.” 

She knows that Sam and Dean pop up behind her because she sees Bobby’s eyes light up and he smiles. 

“Happy birthday, Bobby,” Dean says. “I need you to tell Jody that I can hold some damn plates.” 

“You would probably drop them,” Bobby replies. 

Sam laughs while walking past Jody to give Bobby a plate with pie. Dean starts sulking as he sets the beers down on the table, so Jody ruffles his hair. 

“Happy birthday, Bobby,” Sam says. 

“Thanks, boys,” Bobby says, then stands up. 

He hugs Jody, who returns the gesture. He doesn’t even check to see if the boys are looking, he just gives Jody a kiss. 

“Gross,” Sam teases. 

“Would you shut up, boy?” Bobby snaps. 

“Yeah, whatever you want, Bobby.” 

Bobby sighs, “This is a great surprise. Can we just plan it next time?” 

“I did plan it. I talked to them about it a couple weeks ago so they were in the area. I mean, they said that they’d be stopping by at some point this week regardless, but I just got them organized. God knows they need it.” 

Bobby nods. 

“Can we get to eating pie now?” Dean asks. 

Bobby slaps Dean upside the head as he sits down. “Yeah, we can.” 

Everyone gets settled in just enough time to figure out that it was actually the sister that murdered Rebeka.

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Cleon Headcanons Part 2

(More headcanons because I love Cleon and have been writing them lately. If you wanna use these headcanons, please @ me so I can read the beautiful Cleon.)

1: After telling Claire that he loves her for the first time, 90% of what he calls her is “my love”. Some people that don’t know them have to ask him who he’s talking about. 

2: Whenever Leon comes back from missions, he clings to Claire. She seems to enjoy the attention until she has to go to work or a meeting. Then she makes him knock it off so she can go about the things that she needs to do. 

3: Claire’s favorite thing to do right before Leon gets back is throw his shoes in the closet, so he’s perpetually confused the next day when he goes looking for more comfortable shoes.  

4: Now that Sherry’s older, Leon and Claire take her to the pub with them when they go to meet the rest of the group of survivors. Leon still covers her ears when someone says something wildly inappropriate like she isn’t a grown ass woman who’s definitely not living with Jake.  5: Leon and Claire are the absolute epitome of the “old married couple” stereotype. They bicker about little things which usually ends in one of them kissing the other and getting their way. The bigger things usually lead to longer arguments and trying to get poor Chris and Jill involved. One time, Leon tried to involve Hunnigan and she shut that down so fast.

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Resting by the Fireplace

{Day six! The prompt is fireplace. I literally haven’t finished JJK since I didn’t want to read all of my favs dying (Idk that they do, but I didn’t want to risk it), but this prompt felt very YutaMaki once I thought on it a bit. This was an absolute blast to write and I need to write more of them. Yuta is one of my favorites.}

Yuta wakes up in a cold sweat. He doesn’t remember the dream, but he knows what it was about. The only thing he has nightmares about anymore is Geto. He gets up and changes into warmer clothes. He grabs his sword and heads toward the training field a little ways away from the buildings. He doesn’t want to wake somebody up. When he gets there, he starts stretching. 

“Yuta, it’s too cold,” Rika’s voice says. 

Yuta looks up and Rika’s by him, looking a little anxious. 

I think I did a little too good of a job. I don’t like how much she reminds me of Rika. 

“It’s a little cold but I’m okay, Rika,” Yuta promises. “You can go.” 

The Cursed Creature that Yuta made in Rika’s likeness disappears, so he continues. He barely notices time passing by as he continues to try and master the moves that Gojo taught him before leaving. 

“Yuta!” The voice belongs to Maki. 

He turns and almost slips. He drops the sword as he spreads his arms out in hopes of not faceplanting. She storms over and Yuta gives her a sheepish smile as he leans over to pick up his sword. 

“Hi, Maki,” he says. “What’s up?” 

“How long have you been out here?” she asks. 

“I don’t know, it couldn’t have been that long. I don’t feel bad.” 

“That’s the most reassuring thing I’ve ever heard,” Maki snarks back. 

Yuta shrugs. She grabs his hand and practically drags him back toward the buildings of campus. Yuta’s legs are a little stiff as he tries to keep up, but nothing too bad. It’s when they walk into the dorms that it hits Yuta. His muscles all freeze up and he stumbles into the wall as his knees give out. He’s holding himself up, barely. Once the warmth hits Yuta, he realizes he must have been out there far too long. Maki looks concerned and goes over. 

“I’m okay, Maki,” Yuta says, trying to push himself off of the wall and back fully onto his feet. 

He fails, but tries again. That time, he manages to get to his feet before tilting slightly to the right. Maki grabs his arm and the motion makes his muscles hurt, but he bites his tongue since he doesn’t want to seem ungrateful for the help. She gently leads him to the fireplace, taking a good bit of his body weight. She gets him settled in front of it with a blanket and then stomps into the kitchen. Yuta shrugs the blanket off since it being on his shoulders is making them feel funny. The warmth from the fire is good, he starts feeling a little better. 

How did I not realize that I was out there too long? Was Rika trying to warn me about that? 

“Yuta Okkotsu.” 

Yuta’s head snaps up and Maki’s standing there with her hands on her hips. 

“It was making my shoulders feel fritzy,” Yuta says, trying to justify taking the blanket off. 

She sighs, then drops down next to him. She puts her hands closer to the fire, so Yuta mimics the motion. 

I don’t know if I’ve ever warmed up by a fire before. I just used to have thick winter clothes that I’d wear. Well, maybe it won’t be weird if I just do what she does. 

Once he starts feeling somewhat normal, he picks the blanket back up. His muscles don’t feel like they’re having a stroke and trying to kill him, so he puts it on one shoulder and offers the other side to Maki. She sighs and takes it, then scoots closer to him and puts it around her shoulder. 

“Thank you, for coming to get me,” Yuta says. “I didn’t realize that I was out there that long.” 

“When Panda said that you weren’t there when he got up, I got worried. I know that when you can’t sleep, you tend to train, but it’s too cold to do that for long right now. That’s why we aren’t doing morning training sessions right now.” 

Yuta nods, “Sorry for worrying you, Maki. It’s sweet that you thought of me though.” 

“It’s not that big of a deal, Yuta,” Maki replies.  

After several minutes, Yuta leans his head against Maki’s shoulder. She turns her head to see as much of him as she can. 

“I’m sleepy, and I figured this would bother you the least,” Yuta mumbles before closing his eyes. 

“We should get you to bed if you’re sleepy, Yuta,” Maki says. 

“No, it’s warm here with you. I don’t want to be cold anymore.” 

Maki’s cheeks get a little pink. She wraps an arm around Yuta and he presses up against her. His breathing gets slow and steady, so she puts her head on top of his. She falls asleep and when she wakes up, Yuta’s twitching. She picks her head up and realizes that he’s still asleep. She rubs his back, trying to ease his mind. Surprisingly, it seems to work since the twitching stops. 

She sighs in relief, then realizes that his eyes are open. “Did I wake you?” 

“I don’t think so,” Yuta mumbles, “I think Geto did.” 

She raises an eyebrow, but his eyes are drooping shut again. He decides he’s uncomfortable since he transitions to his head in her lap and curls up next to her. She runs her hand through his hair and he hums in what sounds like content. 

I think I could get used to this.

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Hugs

(Day five. I haven’t watched Bones in a while, but this just screamed Booth. It technically also screamed so many other ships, but I just love them together. As a trigger warning, Booth mentions that two kids died, but it happened pre-story and it isn't described. Big shout out to my beta-reader for making sure that Brennan was good because that is not my strongest suit.)

Booth walks in and drops his bag on the ground. It’s only five, but he hears Brennan in the kitchen. Brennan’s been staying at his place since hers has a gas leak and the landlord’s taking forever to fix it. Still, it’s surprising that she’s here so early since she normally stays at the lab until dawn if somebody doesn’t stop her. He walks in, pulling his suit jacket off. 

“Oh, you’re early,” Brennan says, trying to hide the stove with her back. 

“I’m not even going to ask,” Booth replies, then walks into the living room and crashes on the couch. 

After a minute of trying to get comfortable, Brennan walks in. “What’s wrong?” she asks. 

“Nothing, Bones. Please leave it alone.” 

Brennan walks over and sits on the floor in front of the couch, right by Booth’s head. 

“You’re not gonna go finish dinner until I tell you, are you?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

Booth cracks a smile, “Does that mean if I’m able to get up first, that I’ll be able to see what you were hiding?” 

“No,” Brennan answers. 

Booth sighs and turns his head to look at the ceiling. 

“Sit up,” Brennan demands. 

“What?” Booth asks. 

“Sit up.” 

He sits up, the ache in his body feeling worse after doing so. Brennan sits next to him and pulls him into a hug. 

“What’s this for, Bones?” 

“Studies say that hugs often reduce stress and boost people’s moods. I know that you like them, so I did some research into them.” 

Booth laughs, then repositions slightly and pulls Brennan against him. 

“Don’t crush me, Booth.” 

“I’m not. This is nice, isn’t it?” 

“It would be nicer if we didn’t have the possibility of someone coming in and taking this the wrong way.” 

“Such a killjoy, Bones. Who do you think is going to walk into my apartment?” 

Brennan sighs, then pushes on Booth’s chest. He drops his arms and she’s able to reposition herself back on the couch. 

“What’s the matter?" she asks. 

“I had a case today,” Booth says. “Two kids died. I try to keep it all out of my mind but having to talk to those kids’ parents…” 

Brennan puts her hand on his shoulder. “Come with me.” 

“Bones, I ache. Can’t you just leave me here?” 

She pulls on his arm, so he gets up and lets her drag him to the kitchen. 

“I’m making your favorite,” she says, motioning toward the mess that is his kitchen. 

Booth smiles, “Thanks, Bones. I’m not really hungry, so I’m just gonna go to bed.” 

“Okay.” 

Booth heads toward his room and hears footsteps behind him. He turns and Brennan’s behind him. 

“What are you doing, Bones?” Booth asks. 

“Making sure that you get to bed,” Brennan asks. 

“What does that even mean?” 

“It means that I know that you’ll go try and find the booze if I don’t walk to your room with you.” 

“Unless you are coming in there with me, you better stop following me.” 

“You can’t tell me what to do.” 

She crosses her arms and gets that look on her face, the one she always gets when Booth tries to tell her anything even close to an order. Booth rolls his eyes and goes into his room. He goes into the bathroom and changes so Brennan won’t watch him. He comes out and Brennan stands in the doorway until he gets into bed. 

“Don’t watch me sleep, Bones,” Booth says as he turns the lamp off. 

Brennan mostly shuts the door and he hears her head toward the guest room. He sighs and closes his eyes. 

He wakes up to someone shaking him and feeling out of breath. He pulls the person on the bed and right before starting to choke them, he sees that it’s Brennan.

“Bones,” he breathes, pulling her into a sitting position, “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” Brennan says. “You didn’t even hit me. Pulled me onto the bed but you didn’t even do that aggressively.” 

Booth lays back down and takes several deep breaths. 

“Would you like me to stay with you?” Brennan asks. 

“What?” Booth asks, turning to look at her. 

“Do you want me to stay here with you?” 

Booth opens his mouth, words don’t come, so he closes it again. She lays down next to Booth, facing him. 

“Company is the best way to handle stressful situations, right?” 

He wraps an arm around her and kisses her temple. “Sorry, Bones.” 

“There’s no need to be sorry,” she says. “This isn’t uncomfortable.” 

He laughs, “Thanks.” 

“I was talking about your bed, but you’re welcome.” 

“You wound me.” 

“You need it sometimes, Booth.” 

“I’m going to sleep again.” 

“Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight.”

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Coffee

(Day four. I don’t even remember the last time I read/watched Bleach, but this idea popped into my head for no reason at all while looking at coffee. I decided that it would be funny, so I went for it. I love these two. This can be read as romantic or platonic because I always feel like I'm riding the line when I write these two. Also, this takes place in early timeframe, like season one since I don't think I've gotten past there.)

“We should do something,” Rukia says. 

“We’re walking home,” Ichigo replies. “Already doing something.” 

“Not what I meant. Your siblings are gonna be out with your father, so you and I should do something fun. What do people here do for fun?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t really do that much ‘fun’ stuff. We could always pick something up at the cafe on the way home if that makes you feel better.” 

“Okay, what’s at a cafe?” Rukia asks, turning her head enough to look at him. 

“Coffee,” Ichigo answers. “Some other drinks too. Some overpriced treats.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had those.” 

“Well, you can try them when we get there.” 

Ichigo changes their direction so that they’ll get to the cafe and hopefully avoid too much foot traffic. It turns out that everyone decided to do the same thing as him and there’s a ton of people walking. He sighs and grabs Rukia’s hand so he doesn’t lose her in the crowd. He leads her through the crowd with some mild protests from her, but he ignores them. Once they’re out of the crowd and far enough away, he lets go of her hand and puts it back in his pocket. 

“Thank you,” she mutters, not looking at him. 

“You would have been fine, I just would have lost you.” 

“I know.” 

They make it to the cafe and it’s mostly empty, which Ichigo is thankful for. 

“Alright, look at the menu and see if anything sticks out at you,” Ichigo says, walking over to the counter. 

“Hello,” the girl at the register says. “What can I get you?” 

“I don’t know yet. It’s her first time trying coffee.” 

“I don’t know what these mean, Ichigo,” Rukia says, her eyes a little wide as she’s looking over the menu. “What’s matcha?” 

Ichigo sighs, “Yeah, I figured that was coming.” 

The girl giggles, then covers her mouth. 

“Can I get two light roast coffees and…?” Ichigo glances at Rukia. “And a panda pastry.” 

She nods, a wide smile on her face that Ichigo tries to ignore, “Alright, sounds good. Name?” 

“Kurosaki.” 

“Okay, I’ll call it when these are done.” 

“Come on, Rukia,” Ichigo says, motioning toward one of the empty tables. The two sit down together and Ichigo leans back. 

“Did you do this a lot before?” Rukia asks. 

“No, not really,” Ichigo answers. “I would take my sisters for hot chocolate occasionally, but I don’t remember the last time I came here without Orihime or one of the guys bringing me.” 

“You really like her, don’t you?” 

“Orihime? We’ve been friends for a long time, so it’s not surprising. But enough about this. Excited to try coffee?” 

Rukia nods slowly. 

“Oh, don’t tell me that you’re hesitant now?” Ichigo laughs. 

Rukia kicks him under the table, which makes him swat at her while laughing. She starts pouting, so Ichigo stops laughing. 

“Sorry,” he mutters. 

She kicks him again, then her smile returns. He decides not to retaliate so she doesn’t start pouting again. 

“Kurosaki?” 

Ichigo and Rukia get up and walk back over to the counter. The coffees are on the counter and she offers the panda pastry to Ichigo. He takes it and gives it to Rukia. 

“What’s this?” she asks. 

“Something for you to eat so you don’t bother me again while we’re walking home,” Ichigo answers. “Now let’s put some sugar in your coffee so you can drink it.” 

After having Rukia try it three different times before she feels that there’s enough sugar, they head back toward the house. She tries the panda pastry while they’re walking and her face lights up. Ichigo smiles as she continues munching on it. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he finally says as they’re around the corner from his place. 

“What do you mean?” Rukia asks. 

“You’re so dark and stoic, but then I give you something sweet and kinda cute and you act like a kid.” 

“I do not act like a child. I’m merely enjoying learning about the world before I have to go back.” 

Ichigo nods, clearly not agreeing with her. 

“I’m not!” 

“Uh huh. Come on, if we don’t get home first, my folks will see you. I’m pretty sure they’d have questions about why a girl’s living in my closet.” 

“Shouldn’t anyone question that?” 

“They absolutely should. Any other circumstance and people should be worried.” 

They get to his home and get settled with what’s left of their coffees.