#also how quickly Ashley was with that line

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Luis Sera Headcanon [Collab] SFW/NSFW

Author note: hi everyone. I know it has been Ages but im back with a little gift for all of you and i collab with @sattiene my beloved <3 thank you so much for her input and help because it really helped me out get back in the mix of things. i really missed writing HC for characters soooooo ! My ask are now open! YEY!

anyways i'll let you enjoy this Hc!:

SFW HC: 

Meeting you for the first time in the events of the Las Plagas incident, the first thing he says to you is:

"I just have one important question. Do you have a smoke?"

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Manipulation through his puppy eyes. 

“Oye, Senorita. Mind a smoke?” *insta puppy eyes*

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Probably ‘almost’ fluent in French and would brag about it to you only (hmmm wonder why)

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Grows every so fond of you when you laugh off his flirting towards you.

But what made him fall in love even more was when you suddenly started to flirt back. 

He stutters, is flustered but quickly come back with another flirt (it's a war now)

One time, he was playing around with his lighter while walking, to which you added a remark:

“Hm.. Does this skill also apply in the bedroom?” You smirked. 

The man was shooken (idk this isn't a word) and closed his lighter shut.

He shook his head and chuckled,

“There is only one way to find out, ay?” He said looking back at you.

Oh boy…

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He tries to lighten up the mood as Leon isn’t much of a jokester. 

And when you laugh at his jokes and Leon doesn't, he points it out:

“Ay, see Y/N likes my jokes.” 

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If you are imprisoned, you bet your ass Luis is gonna be your knight in shining armor.

You’ll scream to whoever, to get you out when it’s Luis that peaks his head and saves you his only comment will be:

“Oh so that's what you sound like, hm?” 

Alternatively : You are captured and tied up unconscious. He is at your rescue once more and sees you tied up. He would whistle and look away for a minute, putting his fist close to his mouth before snapping out of it and helping you out.

When you wake you bet your ass he will hit you with the oldest pick up line to this day like:

"Oh chica. I've been told I look heavenly, but you're not in heaven yet."

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Is it raining? No problem Luis is to the rescue:

“Where are my manners?” He says as he takes off his jacket and hovers it on top of your head.

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Oh shit! A flight hatchet coming your way! But don't worry, again, Luis is at the  rescue,

Hugging you as he pushes both of you away and falls down.

Well now it's an awkward situation as you are now on top of him. You lift yourself to meet with Luis’ face closer than expected.

Of course he shots a flirtatious grin accompanied with his eyebrows raising up.

What he would do to get your attention or to be close to you i swear…

He is down bad for you that's for sure. 

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It's impressive when you see Leon in action, a break at the shooting range is always a great pause for everyone, which helps make Luis and you grow closer.

But the music made your feet tap to the beat and that, Luis noticed. 

He gently grabbed your hand, waiting a few seconds to know if he was denied and when you didn’t reject his advance, dragged you to dance.

You giggled, you weren’t much of a dancer but the beat was so good and the moment was so right, it made you become one. 

That was when you were charmed by him.

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When you get separated, Luis will call you on the radio any chance he gets.

“Hola. Aaah I'm glad you picked up princesa. I’m at the ballroom, come over. We can continue our little dance. Don’t be late to the party!”

When you are a bit more separate from Leon and Ashley, you call Luis and you guys chat

“How's your search? Are you okay so far?” you asked. “Always so worried for me, lindura~” “I miss you too don’t worry” He adds. 

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He would scare you by hugging you from behind

Which ultimately ends in you pointing your gun at him

"Whoa whoa, cariño. chill. it's just me, your loverboy."

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Would take pictures of you on his flip phone but the pictures are some of the worst moments of you looking surprised, zoning out, or sweaty with dirt on your face cause you were almost killed by a villager. 

You ask him to delete it but nah this man puts it as his wallpaper and keeps it forever.

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If you are infected with las Plagas, he becomes serious

Will still be flirtatious to calm his own anxiety

At the operation table, will hold your hand while killing the plaga

Would turn his head away as it is agony for him to hear you scream in pain

"I know, I know bebe. I'm here. shhh, shh,"

Let a tear fall and wipes it after the operation finish

Man, he thought he lost you!

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But enough heart breaks!

The man is clingy! He loves you so much he always want you close

For example; you want to make breakfast for the both of you in the morning but no no no you are not escaping with his arms wrapped around your waist

"Nooooo, mi amor, stay," He whines in his morning voice.

Will be hugging you from behind while you cook breakfast. 

You can feel his stubble tickling your neck

Everything is perfect.

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The embodiment of chivalry

Opens doors for you, pushes your seat for you allllll the time.

NSFW HC

He is loud and not scared to be

Moan, groans, whimpers, yeah you are getting the whole service.

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Service top/ dom

Mutters some Spanish when he is really really into it.

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His foreplay is insane the man is a teaser;

Hand on your thigh just slowly but surely making his way through your core as he kisses your neck and tells you sweet nothing. (how could it not melt to that!)

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You are always his top priority

Can go on for hour for your pleasure only (pls don’t make him pass out i beg you)

Cracks jokes if you are anxious, just to see you smile and relax, that’s already a win for him.

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Mf does the petal of roses on the bed thingy on the special occasion (with scented candles ofc!)

Nice dinners and dancing before a night of love.

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Sex isn't a shameful topic to him and will tease about it.

If you tease him back about his  performance he will backfire at you, its constant banter!

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Weakness for lace in lingerie: He would fall weak if he slowly discovered you are wearing a set of lingerie while he takes off your clothes

“You wore this for me cariño.” and also will have his puppy eyes activated.

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Would brag about you all the time and show that you are his girl as he marks you

He loves when you mark him, telling him you are his and that he is yours.

Covered with your lipstick is so hot to him, shows how much you love him.

Takes pictures of all the above

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His biggest turn on? When you ride him. 

Holy fuck does he love it so much, just digging his hands on your thighs and trusting at the same beat as your riding makes him melt.

You taste heavenly to him and he loves to eat you out

Face riding? Yes please!

Makes him so horny you bet that shit makes him precum.

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Type of guy to continue slowly thrusting in when done cause God Damn you feel good, he doesn’t want it to end!

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Not into the harcord stuff like BDSM and such but would be willing to try for you

“So you’re into that stuff ay..” 

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His favorite positions are any where he can see your beautiful face

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He will never call you names like ‘slut’ and stuff “that's not a gentlemen’s ways”

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You tried your best to please him first but Luis can’t hear any of that: “Ladies first” kinda treatment 

“Why don’t we switch it up tonight, let me start with you~” you said as you pressed your fingertips on his pecks, going ever so slowly down.

He shook his head as he chuckled. “You know my policy mi amor” He takes your hand to wrap in around his neck as he positions you on your back while kissing you

I mean, you can’t resist him. 

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First time he makes you squirt, the man will be so proud of himself

Will use that fact against you in arguments: “didn’t you gush all over me last night?? yeah that’s what i thought.” 

With a smug ofc 

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Tell you how beautiful you are especially while making you cum

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Best aftercare, hugs, kisses, shower, and caresses.

The man Orders you to stay put when he cleans up, its “his mess not yours”

[jinuaei]

Rest

Yan! Leon Kennedy x Merchant! Reader

The soft crackling noise of the fire burns through Leon's thoughts, melting the stress lines of his forehead as he registers the purple hue behind his eyelids. In front of him is the merchant, though face is covered, the eyes peeking through the hood shows what can only be described as concern, but soon leveled to indifference once the man covered in gunk and goo shows signs of life.

"You okay there stranger?", they start rummaging through their jacket to find something to wipe Leon's face with, "You've been standing there for a while now!"

The merchant's thick accent permeates through the air and passes through Leon's body, involuntarily relaxing him.

"Uh...yeah, just spacing out for a bit."

"...You know if you need to take a rest you can lay down by the shooting range for a bit."

Leon was surprised by the offer, him not expecting any concern coming from them. But it would be a lie to say that it didn't make his body flush with delight with the attention they gave him. Do they also pay close attention to him as he does? Do they think of him every time they part ways? Does the merchant also obsessively seek out his presence every chance they get?

Before Leon can spiral deeper into his thoughts, the almost forgotten girl lightly pushes him to the side, waltzing up in front of the table where his merchant set up shop. The two of them seemed to be in a friendly conversation, Ashley's enthusiasm peeking behind her nervous deposition, the hooded figure nonchalantly answering her questions. One thing that Leon noticed that boils his blood is how soft his merchant is speaking to her. His fingers clench down on his palms, glaring at the blonde in front of him, if he weren't wearing his gloves his nails would have punctured his palms, leaving streaks of blood.

"Leon! You didn't tell me your friend over here would be this funny!" Ashley giggles and faced Leon, immediately catching his terrifying stare. "Leon...?"

"You good there stranger?"

His attention immediately snaps to the merchant, his face going slack and with almost a doe eyed look as he makes eye contact with them.

"Yeah! Yeah... Why don't you go rest Ashley? I'm sure you're tired from running around too much."

"O-oh, okay...!" She hesitatingly jogs towards the elevator, glancing back towards the two before pressing the button.

"You know, I was giving you the offer to take a rest. I wouldn't mind keeping the little lady company."

Leon quickly responds, "You don't need to babysit her." He pulls up a chair close to the merchant, "Instead why don't you keep me company?"

[d-targaryenshoe]

Carpets And Premieres - Luke Thompson

Word count: 827

Summary: Arriving at the premiere of the third season of a show you've been working on for two years, is rather exciting, no?

As the paparazzi flashbulbs went off like a thousand tiny suns, you and Luke, made your way down the red carpet as his hand was placed on your lower back.

You were wearing a pastel blue dress with a fitted top, a plunging neckline, and a flowing skirt that added a touch of refinement.

The intricate beading and embroidery details on the dress not only improve its visual appeal but also make it a statement piece for all who see it. 

 The fitted top ensured a flattering fit, while the flowing skirt added a touch of drama and elegance. 

The air was electric with anticipation and the sweet, intoxicating scent of popcorn wafted past, carried on the warm, humid breeze. 

Fans lined up along the barricades, some holding signs that read

 "We love you!" and "Season 3, we are ready for the feels!" while others eagerly snapped photos with their smartphones.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach as you spotted the familiar faces of the cast members, who felt more like family than co-stars. 

They were all dressed to the nines, looking like they'd just stepped out of the pages of a romantic novel.

 As you and Luke approached the interviewer, you noticed the microphone in his hand and the earnest expression on his face.

 He was excited to speak with you about the upcoming season.

"So, Luke, how does it feel to be here at the premiere of Bridgerton season three?" he asked, his voice steady and professional. 

You could see the flash of Luke's dimple as he smiled and replied

"It's absurd. We've all been working so hard on this season, and to finally share it with our fans like this is just incredible." He paused for a moment, looking into the interviewer's eyes before turning to you. 

"And, of course, having her by my side makes it even more special." You felt your cheeks redden at his words.

"And what about you, y/n?" the interviewer asked, turning his attention to you. 

You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words to express how much being a part of the Bridgerton world meant to you.

 "It's been such an extraordinary journey," you began,

 "I never could have imagined being here, standing next to this amazing man, watching our characters come to life on a screen. It's a dream come true." You glanced over at Luke, feeling his hand squeeze yours gently in support.

The interviewer seemed to sense the sincerity in your words, and nodded before asking, 

"So, what can we expect from the new season? Any special details you can share with us?" 

You and Luke exchanged knowing looks.

 "Well," you began, "I can tell you that the love story between y/c/n and Benedict, this season is going to be breathtaking. There's a lot of passion, a lot of drama, and course, a few jaw-droppers along the way." 

Luke chimed in, "And the chemistry between y/c/n and Benedict? It's off the charts. I think the fans are going to love what they see."

You smiled at him, feeling your heart flutter. Even after all this time, being around Luke still made you feel giddy. 

"And what about the other characters?" the interviewer prodded. "Any favorite moments or storylines you can share?"

 Luke thought for a moment before answering, 

"There's so much to choose from, but I think my favorite part is seeing how the Bridgerton siblings find love one by one. They're an amazing family, both on and off screen." 

You nodded in agreement.

 "And," you added with a grin, "I think we can all look forward to seeing how even a wallflower can bloom."

As the interviewer thanked you and Luke, you both excused yourselves from the media frenzy and made your way over to where your co-stars, Jonathan Bailey, Nicola Coughlan, Claudia Jessie, and Simone Ashley were standing. 

They were deep in conversation when you approached, but quickly broke away with hugs and well-wishes for the premiere. 

"How are you both holding up?" Jonathan asked with a warm smile. "This whole thing is such a whirlwind, isn't it?"

"It certainly is," you agreed, returning his grin. "But it's so exciting to be here with all of you. You've all been such a huge support system over the years." 

You glanced over at Luke, who nodded in agreement. "It does feel like a family," he said, squeezing your hand.

"Well," Nicola cut in with a laugh, "let's not forget that we also have some amazing material to work with. Lady Whistledown would be proud." 

They all shared a laugh before falling silent, gazing out at the sea of adoring fans.

 "This is going to be one heck of a ride," Claudia said with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. 

"But I think we're all up for it." You couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and pride as you stood there with your fellow Bridgerton colleagues.

[cellophaine]

Chapter IV: ALL

Masterlist

Pairing: Art Donaldson x F!Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for uploading late! Editing this chapter took wayyyy longer than I thought.

Anything in italic is text messages (except for the very last line at the end of this chapter). Reader's messages start with –

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The big window by the sink let the rectangle of sunlight into the kitchen, warming the tiled floor as you made your way to the dining area. You sat down with a bowl of cereal and the reading material for next week's lecture. Halfway through the bowl, the door to Ashley's room opened. Her footsteps sounded, bringing her into the kitchen. She whispered a soft hello as she walked by you and poured a cup of coffee that you had brewed earlier for her and Grace. Ashley raised her mug.

"Thank you for this."

You gave her a quick glance from behind your book. 

"You're welcome. When did you get home last night?"

"Hm, like 4 ish?"

She shrugged.

"Did anyone walk with you?"

"Yes, don't worry. Marissa's brother walked me home."

You put the book down.

"Speaking of Marissa, how did it go with her?"

Ashley's mouth widened into a smile, and she quickly dropped onto the chair beside yours. 

"It was amazing! She was amazing! We talked so much and she was everything I could've ever wanted in a girlfriend. We're going to a concert together in November."

Her happiness was so infectious that you found yourself smiling with her. She leaned into your chair and grabbed you by your shoulders.

"Thank you. Thank you for coming with me. If you didn't come with me and give me a confidence boost, I wouldn't have had the courage to even introduce myself."

You squeezed her hand. 

"You're very welcome. I'm glad it worked out for you."

She let you go but still maintained the closeness.

"What about you? Did you have fun?"

"It was … fine."

The memories of last night poured into your head and drew a soft smile on your lips. You tried to hide it, but Ashley's inquisitive eyes didn't let you off the hook that easily.

"Just fine? Didn't you leave with someone?"

"I–"

"Yes, you did. I remember him. Tall, blond guy. Real cute."

"Uh, yeah. He is blond. And tall, I guess."

And, of course, he was cute, but you didn't agree out loud. 

"Did you guys hook up last night?"

"Ashley!"

"Come on, it's a valid question."

"Doesn't make it appropriate."

She squinted at you. You relented.

"Okay, okay. We didn't… hook up. He just walked me home."

"And ... ?"

"I kissed him good night. Just his cheek, not on his lips."

Your face burned at the confession. Ashley seemed thrilled as she grabbed your shoulder.

"That's great! You're putting yourself out there. I'm so proud of you!"

"I wouldn't say that I'm putting myself out there."

"Baby steps. Besides, I just want you to enjoy yourself, you know? I basically ditched you last night after talking to Marissa, and also, you're always either cooped up in here or at the library."

You opened your mouth to deny it, but Ashley didn't let you.

"Yes, you are. I live with you. You don't go out with anyone, even with me or Grace. I know that we have our fun here, at home, but it's not the same. You should get out there and enjoy your youth while you can. Grace and I are here for you."

"I know, and I appreciate you two." 

Ashely gave you another squeeze on your shoulder, and you gave her a reassuring mind. You stood up and took the empty bowl with you.

"By the way, I didn't expect a lecture on a Saturday."

Ashley shrugged.

"Well, you needed it."

You waved her off as you made your way to your room. You checked your phone on the dresser and opened the new message that came in about eight minutes ago.

Hey, I know there's a rule of not texting a girl the 3 days after getting her number, but I can't wait that long.

So, good afternoon. I hope you slept well.

You smiled, thinking of a response when another message came through.

This is Art btw.

You chuckled to yourself, typing out a reply.

– Interesting. I didn't know that was a rule. That must mean you're a very impatient man :)

When it comes to you, I can be ;)

You shook your head at another relentless flirt. 

– I did sleep well. I hope you did as well.

It was one of the best sleep I've had this semester.

– Oh yeah? Did you dream about me?

You bit your lip, feeling your boldness surge and wane in a few seconds as you waited for his text. You were afraid that you were being too forward and regretted the text when your phone vibrated.

How did you know?

– Just a feeling :P

Weird question, but are you working today?

– Yes, my shift starts at 5. Why?

I'll see you then :)

Art showed up at the coffee shop, as promised. You made him a drink with a heart drawn on his cup. He kept you company throughout the idle night, and the four hours went by much quicker than it would have been if he wasn't there. You talked between customers, your conversation flowed easily. He helped you close the shop at the end of the night. You cleaned up behind the counter and kitchen while Art wiped down tables and set the chairs on top of them. After you were done inside, you headed out to bring the few patio seatings in. Art playfully pushed you aside as you reached for a table, shaking his head at you. He picked it up so effortlessly, making his biceps bulge in the form-fitting shirt. You held the door for him as he walked by.

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"Why? You're not getting paid for this."

"I don't care about that. I just want to hang out with you."

"You're relentless."

After locking up the cafe, the two of you headed downtown and grabbed dinner from a food truck. You walked to the park nearby, found a bench and table, and sat down across from each other. The cool evening air caressed your heated skin like a soft kiss. Afterward, Art walked you home, and you departed with a peck on his cheek. You couldn't have asked for a more perfect day to follow the night before. And the idyll mood unfurled its reach into the following days. From time to time, you would walk to classes, to Art's practices, to the library. You'd trail the miles on campus ground, spending it in comfortable silence or indulgent conversations. You looked forward to his texts throughout the day, a call here and there from time to time. It felt like a dream; an unreal sequence kept unfolding into more of its splendour. 

One day, Art called you during your movie night with Grace and Ashley. You went to your room and closed the door.

"Hey, Art. What's up?"

"Hey. Remember the match I told you? They announced it this afternoon, and it's next Thursday at 2. Would you like to come?"

"Hold on, let me check my schedule."

Your heart dropped when you saw the schedule in your notebook. 

"I'd love to, but ... I have my modern poetry class at 2."

There was a brief silence on his end, but it came to an abrupt end. 

"That's okay. I understand."

"I'll make it up to you."

"Promise?"

"Promise. I'll buy you an ice cream."

The day of the match finally came. Besides a good luck text, which Art responded with a smiley face and not much else, you felt apprehensive. Even though you couldn't see his face, you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was disappointed. You remembered Art telling you that his parents rarely saw him play, and your heart wavered. Standing in front of the lecture hall, you stared at the time on your phone. Only seven minutes until two. 

You put your phone in your bag and ran. Your mind mapped out the quickest route to get to the court, your feet followed closely. You weaved through people, apologizing as they dodged you. Your bag bumped against your side, and at a particularly hard turn, it flew to the ground. You kneeled and hastily shoved the few things that fell out inside when you noticed that the strap was ripped from the spot where it was sewn onto the bag. You cursed, knowing that the patch-up job you did last time wasn't enough. But it'd have to wait. With one hand holding your broken bag to the side of your body, you picked up the pace. Your lungs burned in your chest, and the muscles in your legs begged you to slow down, but you pushed through. You ran for the gate to the audience seatings, and when you finally arrived, the pounding of your steps disturbed the silence of the court.

It looked like the match was about to start. The umpire looked at you from his seat, as did some others in the audience. One of them even shushed you. You said sorry in their direction and felt the embarrassment quickly seep in, but it quickly faded into the background when you saw Art with his gaze fixed on you. You were too far away to tell, but the smile on his lips told you that your presence here was welcomed. 

You nodded at him before breaking eye contact. You scurried to the first empty row, even though it was a little further back. 

The game began.

The way Art played was something. People's heads turned as the neon green ball bounced back and forth, but your focus was mainly on Art and the way he moved. There was a quiet confidence about him. His strokes were composed but never lacked precision and force, as if he anticipated the shots with great accuracy and calculation. The arch of his wingspan was beautiful as he followed through with the racquet, gracefully caught the ball, and bounced it back to the other side. His movement was fluid; his run to meet the ball was agile. Whenever he hit the ball, he let out a sound that was a cross between a grunt and a moan, and you wondered if he would verbalize the same noises if you kissed him. Art was graceful on the court, his demeanour calm, while his opponent seemed to run short on patience as he struggled to secure the lead.

The second set ended with Art temporarily holding the advantage. He went to his seat after the break was announced. As he took a sip of water, his gaze roamed around in the audience. You waved at him from your seat. His eyes found you, the corners softened as he looked at you. He winked before returning his attention to his coach. Your inside warmed, more so than the sun on your skin. 

Art won the match to the cheers from the audience. You stood up and joined them, pride blooming in your chest as he beamed. He found you in the audience, holding eye contact for a long moment. You hoped he could see just how happy you were for him. Eventually, he was the first to break. 

You met up near the recreation center a while after the match. Art had changed into a blue-green blouse with white stripes and blue jeans. He sauntered to you.

"Congratulations. I knew you would win."

He scratched the back of his neck.

"Maybe I only won because you're my lucky charm."

"Oh, please. It was all you."

"I'm serious. Did you skip class?"

"Yes, I did. It's fine, though. I liked seeing you play. You were great."

Art fell into silence. His eyes could barely contain the beginning of a deluge of emotion, and before you could dissect it, he drew you in for a hug. You went still for a moment before wrapping your arms around his torso. An artificial scent of apple invaded your senses, and you couldn't help but bring your nose closer to his neck. He eased his lips towards the shell of your ear and whispered.

"Thank you for being here."

The timbre of his voice was low, travelled through your ear and resonated deep in your stomach. You wanted to shiver so the effect that he had on you would have an outlet to express itself. Instead, you took a shaky breath, allowing more of his smell to occupy your mind.

"You're welcome."

After a long moment, Art pulled back. You found the absence of his warmth inflicted an unpleasant feeling.  

"Hey, uh, so … I was wondering if you would like to– you can say no, obviously, it's up to you ..."

He trailed off, leaving you with a question.

"What is it?"

"Do you want to stay and check out a match with me?"

You shrugged.

"Sure. I already skipped my class; I have nothing else to do anyway."

"Great. Let's go. We can get good seats if we go now."

/

Tashi Duncan walked onto the court after the announcement. There were more people here compared to Art's match, and most, if not all of them, were excited to see Tashi if the deafening cheer was any indication. Her confidence exuded from the way she walked to her chair to the way she did her stretch routine. You recognized her as the girl Art talked to at the party. The white dress she had on complimented her slim form, and she looked just as beautiful as you remembered. You turned to Art. 

"People seem to really like Tashi."

Art tore his gaze away from Tashi, giving you a split of attention.

"She's an excellent player. There's no one quite like her on court."

You nodded, taking in the high praise. 

"You'll see what I mean when you see her play."

"Great. I'm excited."

You debated with yourself for a brief second, but then, you decided to go for it.

"Do you guys know each other?"

Art looked at you through his lashes. There was hesitation in the way he came up with a response.

"Yeah, I'd say so. She's… seeing Patrick."

"Oh, right. Your friend from boarding school."

It took you a moment, but you recalled Patrick. He nodded. The match commenced shortly after that. 

You understood what Art meant. Tashi was mesmerizing to watch. She was relentless, making her opponent work for it. Her passion was palpable, and the tenacious grip she had over the game was impressive. 

"She's amazing."

You whispered to Art after the other player failed to return the ball. Without turning to look at you, he replied. 

"I know."

You observed Art as his eyes stuck on Tashi. Neither of them was the wiser to being perceived, but you witnessed it all. There was a look in his eyes like he was so far away; he had gone to a place you couldn't reach. An inkling of an idea slowly trickled into your mind, but you prevented yourself from exploring. You steered your thoughts away. You were well aware of your tendency to think of the worst possible thing in every situation. You ruined the good thing before it even had the chance to run its course or destroy itself.

As much as you had tried, the thought still bothered you as you fixed your bag later that night. Twin Peaks played on the TV as you absentmindedly listened to what was happening. Grace sat on the other end of the couch, knitting a sweater. After a while, she held it up and called your name.

"I'm almost done with my mom's gift. What do you think?"

You looked up from your own project. On the green sweater, there was a pixelated picture of a Golden Retriever with the name 'Cheese' at the bottom.

"Holy shit. It's amazing!"

"Thank you! I hope she'll like it."

"Is her birthday coming soon?"

"No, this is her Christmas gift."

"Halloween was only five days ago."

"I know. I just want to get it done so I won't be stressed out during finals."

"That's fair."

It was the beginning of November, and even though Christmas was over. a month away, Grace had already started on her family's gifts since September. You thought about your own list, wondering if you should get more despite knowing what your parents really wanted. You just need one more paycheck to complete it. 

An idea struck, and you turned to Grace.

"Can you teach me how to knit?"

/

Winter came along with finals. Between study sessions with your roommates, you couldn't hang out with Art much. He had his own grades to worry about. You would hang out whenever the two of you could find the time, and even then, it was far and few between. During a walk to the library, Art asked.

"Are you going home this Christmas?"

The question made dread crawl down your spine. Despite being together often, you avoided talking about your family.

"Yes, I am. What about you?"

"Me too. My family's going to Vermont to ski on the 27th."

"Have fun. Show me pictures when you get back."

Art told you that he wouldn't be back at Stanford until the 4th, and you solemnly nodded. That meant less time spent with him before the semester started, but he promised that the two of you would make up for it.

On the 18th, the day he left Stanford, Art asked to meet up at a bookstore near campus. The doorbell rang out in the quiet store, with Christmas music playing softly in the background. You sent Art a message. 

– I'm here. Where are you?

Come find me.

It took you about two minutes to find him standing in a random fiction aisle with a hand behind his back. The aisle was empty except for him, making you feel like you were the only people in this bookstore. You took your time as you ambled to him and only stopped when there was a small distance in between.

"Hi."

"Hi."

You looked around and asked.

"Why this aisle?"

"Because …"

Art pointed to the spot next to his shoulder.

"… one day, your name will be here."

You read the names beside the small empty spot and realized what he meant. Your last name would go there between these authors. You frowned, feeling your emotions surge in a way that you weren't sure you could control. Art took the hand out from behind, revealing a gift bag.

"For you."

You looked at him. 

"You didn't have to get me anything."

"I wanted to. Open it, please."

You pushed the tissue paper aside and gasped. Inside was a leather bag; its rich brown colour shone under the overhead light. There was a golden tennis racquet charm attached to the end of the strap. You held it in your hand, marvelling at its golden sheen.

"Now you'll have a piece of me anywhere you go."

"Not anywhere. Just classes."

He chuckled at your quick-witted joke. Overwhelmed, you managed to mutter.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You dug into your old bag with one hand, pulling out a brown bag decorated with Christmas trees. 

"This is for you. Open it."

Art's eyes sparked an intrigue. You could barely contain the pounding of your heart as he reached into the bag and pulled out your gift. He pulled the entirety of it out, caressing the soft material with his hand. The Oxford blue scarf was theresult of your hard work and after many mistakes. Art ran his finger over the small heart you added at the end of the scarf. His lack of reaction worried you.

"I know it's not a fancy gift, and the stitching is off in some parts, and after I had already done half of it, I realized that this is California, so you probably won't get much use out of it anyway, so maybe I should get you a different gift ..."

Art stopped your rambling by taking hold of your trembling hand.

"I love it. It's perfect. Thank you."

A spark of happiness gleamed in his eyes. For a long moment, you basked in the silence together, the air weighed down with the things you didn't speak out loud. You didn't want to leave this place. That meant leaving this moment behind, even though all you wanted to do was bottle it up and bring it with you to the outside world, because the essence of the memory could never compare to this feeling. 

"I miss you already."

Art whispered, and an overwhelming urge took over. You stepped into his space, pressing your bodies together. You raised on your tiptoes and tilted your head up. His lips met yours halfway. You were careful with one another, and the touch was gentle. His lips were soft on yours, moving at a slow pace, discovering your shared rhythm. You needed more, so your hand winded around to rest at the nape of his neck, urging him closer. Your tongue darted out, tasting him. The way he eagerly responded to your call made your head spin. Your tongues found each other, licking and tasting at a fervent pace. His hand on your jaw drew you in, and the other rested on the small on your back, pulling you flush with his body. You gasped, allowing his tongue to dive deeper. You kissed until you were too breathless and had to pull back. You rested your forehead on his as you breathed hard, taking in each other's air into your lungs. His eyes were glossy and dazed, and there was so much want in them that you felt like you were the prized possession. You gravitated towards each other once more as if pulled by opposing magnetic forces, as if you couldn't help yourselves.

/

Back in your room, you admired the gift Art got you. You opened the bag, and in one of the compartments, there was a notebook. The cover was a mossy green colour, and you wondered if Art left it in there by accident. You opened the first page to find Art's neat handwriting. 

For you and your brilliant ideas. I can't wait to read your first book.

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[desired-misery]

Krauser's Behaviors towards Leon in RE4R | First Fight Cutscene

(disclaimer: not a fighter/literally just some gal that loves to do some research; also relatively new to the fandom)

I am absolutely fascinated by how Krauser talks to, treats, and fights Leon in RE4R, so here's a gathering of all the things I have noticed and what I think about them:

TLDR: Krauser is constantly trying to put Leon in a lower position than him (in terms of rank/experience/power but also physically), taunts Leon over his insecurities, fights in a way that focuses more on harming/punishing Leon over outright killing him, and is weirdly possessive of Leon (his skills, experience, and even his attention). [Other Parts to be written/linked] **Please watch Scenic Fight's breakdown of this scene (and the scene in the OG), but especially here in this clip where Logan (the man on the left) is showing how the way Krauser is holding his knife is actually limiting how far he can reach. Hearing the knife fighting expert say "the best I can do is wound you" when talking about Krauser's strange decisions in this fight was a big part of why I decided to write this] Contents below the cut: - Krauser's ambush and reveal - Krauser's seemingly subpar knife fighting techniques (and what that could mean in-character for Krauser) - Their "fight" starts but it feels like a drill - What prompts Krauser to say "not bad" - Why Krauser injures Leon when Leon "disappoints" him, sending them into a real fight

How their meeting starts: There is no way Krauser hasn't been stalking Luis (and therefor Leon) for at least a little while now. The control and power Krauser felt while following Leon throughout the castle and underground was too good to rush along (he probably drew that out longer than he needed to, he has a line in the island fight scene about how he "loves a good hunt"). It is a huge aspect of tactical/positional superiority (that Krauser repeats later on the island) in a cat-and-mouse game that Leon has NO IDEA he is even participating in yet.

Krauser has this need to prove himself to be better than Leon. He is constantly taunting Leon from the beginning, from the way he wiggles the amber when he shows it off to Leon (no need to do that, at this point Leon has no idea what the amber is, so why reveal something so important?) and both the word choice and the way he says "rats" when referring to Luis in the line "killing a few rats along the way" is 100% meant to aggravate Leon. And then to immediately follow that line with saying killing Luis as "easy work", it is so mocking.

Leon has been fighting for his life, he's been separated from Ashley, lost contact with the government/Hunnigan (and thus all support), and doing his damnest to get the hell out of there before the parasite in him takes control (I don't think Krauser knows that Leon is infected, based on later dialogue). Leon has got to be exhausted both physically and emotionally. This entire mission has been going from bad to worse to absolute hell for hours, and then Krauser comes along and 'takes care of business' so quickly, Leon isn't able to do anything but react way after the fact.

Krauser wants to prove that Leon isn't capable of protecting anyone or completing his mission. Based on their assumed history, Krauser KNOWS how much losing people hurts Leon, which is why the way he kills Luis is so painful. It happens so suddenly, so out of the blue, with a literal knife in the back as Leon and Luis are actively having a conversation. Leon never gets the chance to try and protect him-- Luis is fatally wounded before Leon even knows something is wrong. Krauser wanted Leon to be helpless to do anything in that moment. Leon doesn't even see who did the attacking (or reacts to the danger, his sole concern is Luis when he runs up to his side).

The time it takes Leon to physically respond to Krauser is so slow and speaks to how shocked Leon is. He isn't thinking much about the threat in front of him, he is clearly frantically trying to figure out why the hell Jack Krauser is here of all places-- and is putting together the whole 'Ashley, it was you' conspiracy in the meantime. Leon backs up two tiny steps, but that is all he does as Krauser approaches in a very hostile (but telegraphed) manner with his knife out. Leon doesn't grab for his knife, he doesn't even start to move for his gun like he does in the very beginning of the game in the Hunter's Lodge when startled by the man inside the house.

Krauser was hoping Leon would draw his knife, not his gun, which is why he closes the distance with the knife on Leon's neck with the whole "didn't I teach you?" bit when Leon defaults to reaching for his gun. (In the OG, Leon draws his knife because he senses something is wrong/Krauser is lurking in the room so Krauser doesn't have to prompt Leon there). Krauser is also deliberately showing off his newfound power and speed to Leon. The way Leon then turns into the knife (that isn't actually touching his throat, although it is very close) as he turns his head to look more squarely into Krauser's face is telling. They both know Krauser could have killed Leon right there, but because he didn't (that, combined with the obvious "draw your knife" command), Leon is puzzling out what Krauser wants from him. Leon knows Krauser plays mind games (Leon says as much in the fight on the island). But in this instance, Leon plays along because the insinuation is that Krauser could kill Leon before Leon has a chance to finish drawing his gun. Krauser is all but begging Leon for a knife fight-- and Krauser has set it up so that Leon has to agree. Krauser lets Leon have the time to draw his knife and push off the knife from his neck so that the two of them will start the fight on a more even footing.

Starting Fight Scene: Krauser is holding the knife in what is called an "ice pick grip", which is better for close quarters [here is another clip talking about the benefits of an ice pick grip] (for even closer quarters than if he were holding the knife out in front to extend the reach of the tip of the blade).

[^ Blue line is showing the length of the knife in the ice pick grip (which shows how little it reaches forward when Krauser pushes his fist foward like that, the knife is actually perpendicular to Krauser's arm instead of acting as an extension of it). The red line is showing what addition reach Krauser could gain if he switched his grip (and how easy it would be for him to cut Leon with it if he flicked his wrist out).]

But the way Krauser is attacking is deliberately limiting his reach. While this is probably just research oversight/"rule of cool" by Capcom, I am going take it as Krauser wanting to bait Leon into staying in a knife fight (instead of creating space and drawing his gun again, which is the safer option for Leon). Krauser is taller than Leon, which means he already has a longer reach, and then on top of that his knife is longer than Leon's [takes up 4 squares of inventory space while Leon's takes up 3]. If Krauser was fighting in a manner to eliminate the most amount of risk to himself, he would have either A) switched to a different grip so that the blade was extended towards Leon instead of perpendicular to to Krauser's forearm or B) immediately pulled Leon in much closer (which would have been smarter to do against an opponent like Leon, who is smaller and not as strong-- especially since Krauser is quicker/stronger now with Las Plagas-- and Leon wouldn't have the space to do his kicks as easily).

[^ example of Krauser's greater reach (and height). The white line is showing the front of Leon's neck, which Krauser could still reach even while holding his knife the way he is.]

There are multiple points where Krauser could have sliced Leon's neck open (again, we are going to ignore the fact that this is probably just fight scene choreography/safety for the actors) but he doesn't.

[^ red line showing the positioning of Krauser's knife (handle included) in the ice pick grip.]

Krauser could have extended his arm and touched (and sliced) Leon's neck with his knife but he doesn't, he backs off. Notice how Leon's arm is more extended than Krauser's (in this frame, Leon is still rotating his wrist to flick the knife out) and Leon STILL can barely reach Krauser's neck in the same distance.

[Scenic Fights Demonstration: Logan (left, holding it the way Krauser does) and Chad (right, holding a knife the way Leon does), who are very similar in height and using the same knives, shows the difference in which just the manner of holding a knife can affect how easily they can reach each other. Chad/Leon doesn't have to extend his arm all the way to reach Logan/Krauser's neck, but Logan/Krauser has his arm extended and wrist rotated and he still can't get to Chad/Leon's neck. Now take this, but extrapolate to the height difference between Leon and Krauser (thank you @highball66 for your work in this fandom, iconic), and then add the length difference of their two knives.]

[Another instance of Krauser missing Leon's throat-- and so clearly short of it. Krauser has to know he won't reach it but he does it anyway. The circle in the first frame is showing the tip of Krauser's knife as it passes in front of Leon harmlessly]

My theory is that Krauser is testing Leon, feeling him out. Leon has picked up that this isn't a "real" fight based on the way Krauser is not actually harming him in any of the instances he could have. Thus, Leon also isn't going for any attempts to injure Krauser. (I like this post by @highball66 who mentioned this looks like a drill until it escalates). Krauser is the one who initiated this "fight" but despite that, he isn't actually trying to hurt Leon yet, but settles into a drill. Leon copies him, so Leon doesn't try to harm Krauser at this point, either.

[Krauser looks like he is going for a tap/punch on Leon's shoulder without any attempt to use his knife. It reads like they are doing parrying drills or something where Leon's goal is to keep Krauser from touching him, which is done all the time in fighting training to work on speed and blocking/parrying].

The fight was just this back and forth drill-like exchange until Leon suddenly switches things up.

Leon changes the grip on his knife to an ice pick grip and then closes the distance between them to push forward on the offensive.

Krauser blocks, which results in them both at a standstill for a moment. Not a real one, as neither of them are actually trapped/unable to get out. This is is when Krauser says "not bad" and then shoves Leon off him (I fully believe Krauser is praising Leon for switching tactics on him). As Leon disengaged, he swipes at Krauser's arm. That would have resulted in a nasty cut if Leon was holding his knife with the slicing side in as he should be for that grip. I think Leon was taking his cues from Krauser and has his knife positioned so that the edge that is less suited to slashing is facing inwards. Leon's knife has a sawback, which is literally what it sounds like (those big teeth aren't going to glide and slide into skin, they are designed to saw through tough material). The sawback side is the one that make contact with Krauser's arm (and probably doesn't do any damage because Leon wasn't trying to get those teeth to bite into Krauser's arm) This is when the fight turns more serious. I think Krauser was waiting for Leon to kick things off and break that pattern they had of parrying and feinting slashes at each other's throats. In this section of the fight, two other things happen that also break from the previous pattern they had: their knives collide with more force (more dramatically-- that's just "rule of cool" grinding and sparks) and then Leon actually doesn't attack back after one of Krauser's slashes when before they were exchanging attacks very evenly.

[Krauser attacks but notice Leon isn't blocking him, he isn't in a good position to defend compared to what he was doing earlier. Look at where Leon's knife is in relation to both himself and to Krauser. Krauser completes this fake slash without Leon ever touching him or showing that he is trying to prevent the knife from making contact.]

[Leon still doesn't try to slash at Krauser when Krauser is resetting his stance for another slash, which is when Leon had been trying to attack prior to this point. Leon actually lowers both of his hands closer to his side. At this point, I think Leon is wondering why the hell they are sparring and is trying to figure out if Krauser is willing to stop this little match between them]

[Again, Krauser comes in for a slash. And look at how Leon's arms are positioned! He doesn't seem to be taking this seriously, he is not even prepared to knock Krauser's elbow or forearm away like he had been doing earlier. ]

[I think this pisses Krauser off because he thought Leon was actually going to try something, but Leon is backing off in terms of aggression. Krauser's next slash at Leon's chest isn't blocked or parried by Leon either, because Leon (accurately) believes Krauser isn't trying to make contact with him-- which is true until this moment because Krauser suddenly doubles back on his swing and cuts into Leon's thigh.]

I think the thigh slash was to punish Leon for hesitating and not attacking when it was 'his turn', and then the kick was to send Leon to the area where Krauser really wanted to fight. I added to this post here where I talked about Krauser going for Leon's thigh, both as an intimidation tactic but also as a means to limit Leon's ability to maneuver and kick, which is what Krauser knows Leon does when he fights. I believe that Krauser wants "to see if Leon will take advantage of the technical mistakes Krauser is making," but more on that in a later post when I talk about the actual player controlled fight (focusing on the QTEs and the lines Krauser says).

[suekeyyyy]

- It's a party - pt 1.2

Serious: Somewhat single moms. - the boys x reader -

-Homelander- John x black! Fem! reader

Summary: Firestrom and Queen maeve have a little girl time and hit it off, and Homelander sees the two together and stocks then in Homelander fashion.

Warning: short, bad words, drinking, girl talk, Homelander being a creep.

Y/N walks into her room, Homelander's eyes are locked on her. His lust was beginning to grow. Homelander began to think of all the things he could do with Y/N if she allowed him to he walks over to her wall and looks though it Y/N puts her stuff away and begins to get ready for a bath Homelander's eyes are still on Y/N.

He is watching her get ready, taking off her bra and panties. His eyes were so close to seeing into the fabric that her clothes and his eyes were only a second away.

After the every childish argument between the two number ones, Y/n sits in a heart-shaped bath that Steve said he had to pull string for her to have.

She heard a small knock at the bathroom door. Only one person had the second key cared to her room. " Adelante!"

She said, looking at the door with disinterest. " Gracias." The white American Steve Jayson he representative walked in." What do you want, Steve?" Oh, that's how you treat me, Firestorm?" " Sí." She answered just a little too quickly.

He only sighs. " There is a party tonight." She looks at him. "Where?" " Here a-" He was cut off " Bussuines party filled with old men and women with nothing to do but tell me about their medals and how I should be grateful that I was kept safe for so long or How they served in Bolivia."

She didn't care for those kinds of parties. " Firestorm, come on just once it helps you, Vought, and Patina." She only stared at him. " You look like a child." She smirks." Fine, I'll go, but tomorrow I get to wear whatever I want to A-tain and Shockwave's race."

" Anything to make you go." Steve walked out,"Gracias!" He yelled, making her dryly chuckle.

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Y/n walked into the 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 with her work daughter Ice-breaker she was a red head with ice powers and she loved her in a motherly way and showed the girl a black dress with was appropriate for her age.

- Ice-breaker - Trixie Robertson power: I.C.E 16 years old

Homelander sees Firestorm walk in and looks at the unknown girl with her. Homelander didn't recognize the girl, and instantly, his eyes grew wide with curiosity.

Firestorm always took the new heroes under her wing, so Homelander knew for certain that the girl was a supe. He looked over to Ashley, who was standing in his line of sight.

"Ashley, who is that girl with Firestorm?" He asked, his eyes still locked on the girl with the red hair. She caught a glimpse of Homelander and Ashley's eyes on her and looked back at them.

She looked at the two. " I umm that's Ice-breaker She's one of the new.heroes in Patina also Firestorms favorite. " she says, making air quotes. " Good." The man pits her back and walks away to the two women.

" Why, hello, Ladeis." He gives them the Homelander smile."HI." Ice-breaker looks him up and down uncomfortable with his smile. " Hello Homelander1, nice to see you again." " Please see you to Firestorm." She smiled and rolled her eyes.

" Voy a ir. " ice-breaker says to y/n. " ve a la cabeza cariño." Y/n say, and ice-breaker walks away.

Homelander looked at Ice-breaker as she walked away, wondering what Y/N and her talked about. He didn't need to translate Ice-breaker's words.

That was an easy language to understand. But when Y/N spoke in Spanish, he didn't understand anything she was saying. But Homelander wanted to be the only one talking to Y/N. "What did she say?"

Homelander asked in a demanding tone."And you speak Spanish?" He asked her with a smug smile on his face.

What a fucking prick. " I'm from bolivia. I'm South america's number one hero." "Bolivia huh? Never knew their superhero's were any good." He said, looking her up and down."Where is Bolivia again?" He says with a chuckle. He felt superior to Y/N and wanted to display that fact to her.

" I have helped South America in ways you could never." "Well good for you." He says, rolling his eyes at her."Don't get too big of an ego on yourself, though. It wouldn't look good on a young lady such as yourself."

He says in a sarcastic tone as he looks Y/N up and down. She looks beautiful with her short red curly hair, her light red dress, and her perfect face. Homelander knew he wanted her. The only thing he didn't like was the fact that she spoke in different languages. It made it harder for him to talk to her.

" cara de puta doesn't look good on you ether."

Homelander was surprised at what Y/N said. It sounded like she was insulting him, but he didn't understand fully what she said. So he pretended to know what it meant. "I know what that means." He says with a grin on his face

"I'm sure what you said, but it sounded very erotic." He said to her with hunger eyes. His eyes were trying to suck her in, his eyes wanting her badly.

Firestorm was a little shocked, but she burst out into hard laughter. Covering up her face

Homelander laughed with her. This was a weird feeling for Homelander. To actually be laughing with someone. His laugh grew more and more genuine as he found himself wanting to be around Y/N.

His eyes were still glued on her green eyes as he sat only inches away from her. He couldn't help it. He knew Y/N felt the tension, too. There was something about her that he couldn't get enough of. He just wanted to be with her, to be alone with her.

She did feel it. She felt like Homelander with any other white guy in a suit.

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Y/n sit at the bar waiting for her drink when she sees Queen maeve drinking wine and looking around as soon as y/n ho her she walked over there.

" Hello, you must be Queen maeve. I'm firestorm nice to meet you." " Same for you." Queen maeve smiled she really needed to talk to another female. All the men around her were making her sick. " Anyway, what are you doing at this party?" Maeve asked, looking at the woman.

" Same boring stuff as you." Firestorm says, making Maeve chuckle mostly, not expecting her to say that. The two women Continue to talk.

Homelander, watching the two look at my girls go. He thought he was being a disgusting pervert where his eyes were.

( A/n: the end hoes hope you liked it 💖💖 I know it short.)

[adasknife]

another ada x reader and leon x reader that i will probably write if i'm not lazy. but anyways, ada and reader had been working as mercenaries for the longest time. reader is tired and wants to leave while ada sees as an... obligation. reader is completely honest with their thoughts of this line of work while ada isn't. so, during raccoon city- the job was simple enough but not to survive. ada needed a double pair of hands.

so, that's when leon sees two people claiming to be fbi. reader is sympathizing towards leon because them can push him away like that. while ada is a bit more colder. so, when leon takes the gun wound for ada, they both help him and ada tells them that they need to finish the mission. but reader shakes their head. leon is innocent in this.

the couple's first argument comes in but ends as ada goes to get annette. reader stays with leon. when leon wakes up, reader immediately goes to get their girlfriend. that's when leon and reader begin to work together. when they find ada down there, reader quickly panicked- they didn't have the hacking machine like ada so... more working with leon. during this time, reader explains to him how to deal with the creatures of the sewers.

when they save ada, reader now checks on their girl and helps ada. when they go to the labs, reader is determined to now finish this mission. they have a plan to run away with ada but ada doesn't want reader to get hurt so she tells leon to go. they are temporarily alone and reader kisses ada, "he can handle himself." ada whispered, "he can't." reader whispered back. "he is stupid. he believed we were fbi agents."

ada sighed softly, "go help him then." reader kissed ada again, "love you."

and there goes reader helping leon again.

then, that's when shit goes bad. annette tells leon that ada and reader are mercenary. reader sighed, it was going to hard to explain this.

blah, blah, ada comes in demanding the virus and expected reader to help her. but reader shook their head. "ada, we can stop." but no ada says no. ada is dangling now and reader is crying not wanting to lose their girlfriend. once she fell, reader is alone. then, all they has is a stranger she just met. they attempt to escape and they made it. reader rested their head on leon's shoulder.

reader didn't expect to get caught by the government so quickly. "if you want to live, join us."

and they did. reader trained with leon and explained their backstory and now leon and reader slowly turned into friends. those six years pass and they turned into best friends who know how to fight together. they have their first mission together in spain, when they find ashley reader says that will clean up the mess so it'll be safer for ashley. that's when reader could tell someone was looking at them. ada isn't jealous of leon but she does hate him.

if leon wasn't there, ada and reader would've been still together. and leon is not making easy as he kept lowkey flirting with reader.

ada is trying to get their partner back by helping leon. but things are different now. reader is angry, "why didn't you tell me you are alive?" ada rolled her eyes. during spain, ada is disliking more and more the way leon and reader are with each other.

"we could've have a good life together, [ada's real name]. why didn't you want it?"

when the helicopter comes, ada looked at reader, "reader?"

reader shakes their head. now, it's their obligation to stay with the government or who knows what will happen. they would've betrayed both the mercenary life and the government life- ada looks down. reader was unaware that ada was also forced to be a mercenary and reader was... reader was all ada had.

during the years, ada and leon are petty towards each other if they have mission when they have to talk together. ada still hates leon. she hates him so much. and she hates how reader now holds his hand when they are nervous. ada can't do nothing as they slowly fall in love with each other. why?

maybe it's the guilt- reader gave them an option twelve years ago and ada didn't accept it. ada could've been an agent with them... they could have been safe.

[outsideratheart]

A Future With You (Ashley Sanchez x reader)

A/N: Where did this fic come from you ask? I have no idea and I’m not a huge fan of it but i like to think of it as a spring clean fic. I had to write this so that I can clear my head and make room for another one. Also,this GIF is adorable.

The Washington Spirit had just played their final game of the NWSL season and it didn’t end the way the team wanted. 

You had missed 6 weeks of the season due to international duties which you didn’t mind because in that time you and the Lionesses had been crowned Champions of Europe. A title which you achieved in front of a sold out Wembley stadium. 

Now just over 2 months later the Lionesses are making their return against none other than the World Champions, the United States of America. The fact that an International friendly will be played in front of 70,000 fans is amazing and something you didn’t think possible before the summer tournament. 

“It’s 5 days Ash” you tell your girlfriend as the two of you stand in the departures at Ronald Reagan airport.

Ashley is currently stood with her head buried in the crook of your neck and her arms wrapped tightly around your torso.  

She refuses to move so her reply is inaudible. 

“I feel like I have just got you back. Why do you have to leave?” Ashley pouts as she looks up at you.

You can tell that she is upset that you are leaving. This time, when she drops you off at the airport you would be reunited in just under a week but still the feeling is bitter sweet. You wanted nothing more than to stay with her but you also loved playing for England.

“I have to leave because I’m British remember?” You tease her.

“Oh yes, the accent, how could I forget” 

A small chuckle escapes your lips at her answer. According to Ashley she heard you before she saw you, your accent drew her in all those years ago at UCLA and she has been yours ever since.

You stay entangled in each other arms until the last minute.

“I really do have to go now”  you say whilst checking your watch.

“You know when I next see you, you will be my enemy” she pokes your chest and gives you her best mean face.

“Adorable” you gently kiss her nose.

“Hey! I’m trying to be intimidating” her determination is admirable.

“I know, I’m shaking in my boots, I really am” 

Once again you check the time knowing that you will risk missing your flight if you don’t leave soon.

“I love you Ash, see you at Wembley” 

“I love you too Y/N” 

She watches you walk away, already counting down the days until she sees you again and little did she know you are doing the same thing.

************

Thankfully, days pass by quickly and before you know it, game day arrives.

Although there was nothing at stake in this game nothing about it seemed friendly. Wembley was full with both US and England fans, although the latter seemed to take up more of the stadium. Everyone knew that the winner of this game would have bragging rights going into the World Cup next summer.

As always you are at the back of the line up, eyes forward and focused on keeping your unbeaten streak alive. Since Ellen retired you had taken up the #10 mantle and you were now the number 1 choice for starting centre forward. You feel a little nervous but after the impact you had in the Euros you knew that Sarina made the correct choice and you would reassure her of that tonight.

Ashley grabs your hand as she passes, giving it a gently squeeze before letting go. The action is so fluid nobody picked up on it.

The United States line up and much to your surprise you see Trinity lined up opposite you. 

“Take it in Trin, you will remember this moment for the rest of your life” you tell your Spirit team mate.

You see her close her eyes as she relishes in the moment, the calm before storm if you will.

“Good luck Y/N” 

“You too” 

You quickly hug her before getting back into game mode.

The game is tough but you expected nothing less. England lead 2-1 with ten minutes remaining.

In the 83rd minute you see the subs board but more importantly you see Ashley standing next to it. 

You make eye contact with her as she runs into position. 

“Welcome to Wembley” you hold you arms out as if you own the place but then again if you ask the fans they dubbed the stadium Y/N’s house after you scored the winning goal in the final. 

She shakes her head at your antics before focusing on the game. 

Luckily for you the final whistle is blown and the crowd erupts. England had retained their unbeaten record whilst simultaneously ending the United States’. 

Both teams go into a quick huddle before dispersing with the majority of them staying out to met the fans. You however get dragged off to do media as you had won Player of the match.

You are given a pair of headphones and a few seconds later you can hear Alex Scott’s voice. 

“Here with us now is tonight’s player of the match Y/N Y/L/N” 

Someone off camera gives you the award.

“Thank you. Not a bad way to spend your Friday night right?” You joke.

“No at all. How was it down there?”

You give her a quick recap of the game along with your opinion of your team’s performance but you lose your trail of thought when you see Ashley standing behind the camera.

“Y/N, can you hear us?” 

Still your focus remains on your girlfriend, a smile tugging at your lips. It is only when the camera assistant waves at you do you remember you are on live TV.

“Sorry Alex, I saw a beautiful fan and I got distracted” 

Alex rolls her eyes at your charm whilst Ashley blushes behind the camera.

“I’ll bet. Well I know how much you love your fans so we’ll let you go”

You quickly give your headphones to the technician before walking behind the camera to Ashley.

“You think I’m beautiful” even after the years you have been together you find it adorable how she still gets flustered.

“Just a smidge” you measure the margin with you fingers which earns you a shove.

You grab Ashley’s hand as you pull her over to where some of your family are sitting. You point to a few rows up to where your dad, brother and nephew are sitting.

“I can’t see them” Ashley says whilst scanning the crowd.

You wrap you arms around her waist pulling her close as you try your best to point directly in her eye line.

“I see them” 

You watch as she waves enthusiastically, your nephew reciprocating her energy. 

When Ashley turns back to you she realises just how close you are. She leans forward puckering her lips but you back away causing her brows to furrow in disappointment.

“Too many people?” She asks. 

Everyone knew about your relationship and it wouldn’t be the first time you kissed on the pitch. You often would when the spirit had won but it was different this team as your were opponents.

“No. I can’t kiss you when your wearing this” you tug her her US shirt.  

Your childishness and clear alterer motive make Ashley laugh. 

“Want to swap?” Ashley asks and you nod eagerly. 

Both of you now stand there wearing the opposing teams jersey. You hold your hand and Ashley twirls around. 

“What do you think?” The question seems simple but the way it has your mind thinking is anything but. 

“Y/L/N suits you Ash” Trinity says. 

Turning you see the forward with Hatch and Andi. 

“You ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”

“Just a glimpse into the future” you reply.

Andi eyes you wearily, she is about to ask you more when a member of the England media team comes over asks for a photo of the Spirit team. 

Around an hour later you find yourself standing outside the US changing room waiting for Ashley, Trin and Andi. Your patience runs out so you knock before hearing a ‘come in’. 

It seems they are waiting on Ashley as you see her packing up the last of her things. 

“The offside call was bullshit” Pinoe says and whilst you know she is trying to get a rise out you, you are tired, sore and ready to take your girl home so you weren’t in the mood.

“It’s only a friendly P, imagine if something like this were to happen at, let’s say the World Cup, oh wait a minute it did but it was in your favour”

Your reply catches the pink haired veteran and the rest of the Locker room off guard. 

“You ready Ladies?” You ask not missing a beat.

“Where are you taking them? You do know we fly to Spain tomorrow?” Becky asks you.

“It is family night at the Y/L/N household and don’t worry I have talked to Vlatko, I will drop them back at the hotel tomorrow morning”

Just over an hour later you pull up to your family home in Richmond. Your life may have changed drastically but this is one thing that remains the same.

“Auntie Y/N” 

You are barely through the door when your nephew comes running over to you.

“Harry, did you have fun?” You say as you throw him over your shoulder.

“Mm-hmm. Did you bring your friends with you?” He asks referring to your team mates.

As if on que your friends walk in.

“I did. I brought Andi, Trin and—“

“Auntie Ash” the 3 years old practically jumps out of your arms and into your girlfriends.

You and Andi greet your parents as Harry is in deep conversation with Ashley and Trinity,

or as deep of a conversation a three year old can have.

Your mum and sister in law are finishing up tea whilst you’re sat in the garden with your dad, brother and Andi as you watch your other team mates entertain your nephew by chasing him around the garden and playing hide and seek.

This is now the second time that day that you are shown a glimpse of your future with Ashley. You let your mind wonder as you think about how Ashley would be as a mum, you begin picturing her with you children running around. It won’t happen for a while but she would make a good mum, that you are certain of.

“Y/N” your dad pull you out of your head.

“Huh—yeah—sorry—what—“ you want to reply to whatever he must have said but you didn’t have a clue.

“Where’d you go?” You brother asks.

“Let me guess, the future?”

The spirit captain knew you well.

“Can I ask you a question?” You look towards your dad and his face changes when he hears the seriousness in your tone.

“Of course” 

“How did you know mum was the one?”

You can tell by the look of their faces that you have caught the three of them off guard.

Your dad has his thinking face on so you leave him to it.

Ashley had been in your live for 7 years and you had been dating for just as long. Is it so wrong for you to think of what your future held, especially with the blonde?

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while haven’t you?” Andi whispers.

You nod your head “How did you know?”

“Something changed over Christmas. When we met up for new years something was different, I couldn’t put my finger on it, you just looked at her differently”

This was true. Over Christmas you and Ashley had a rom com day which turned into a wedding movie day and naturally your future nuptials got brought up and it scared you but in a good way. What followed was dream after dream about Ashley, the two of you getting married, you having children, buying a big house in DC and getting a dog. The latter actually happened when you got home after the Euros. 

“I can talk about you mother until the cows come home but our story doesn’t matter” your dad tells you. 

“It does matter” 

“No Y/N it doesn’t” he voice is stern “That is our story. You cannot compare that to the love that you and Ashley have” 

“I wasn’t—“

“I know how your brain works kid. Let me tell you this, if you are thinking about it then you already have your answer” 

“So if you have learnt anything here tonight Andi, it is that if you look up the word vague in the dictionary you will see a photo of our father” your brother’s smart mouth comment earns him a slap around the back of the head. 

“Great advice dad, I feel so much now” he knows you are being sarcastic but he say your welcome anyways. 

Needing a distraction from adult life you begin watching Ash but you see she is already making her way towards you. 

“What’s wrong?” Ash plants herself on your lap despite there being several seats available. 

“Just thinking” you see your dad and brother staring at you with knowing looks in their and it is only then that you realise you sound exactly like your dad. 

“About?” Ashley tucks a stray hair behind your ear whilst keeping her eyes locked onto yours. 

“You. Us”

It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, her face lets you know that much. 

Before you can reassure Ashley that everything is ok, your mum calls everyone in for tea. 

Despite your hardest efforts you cannot get out of your own head. Ashley absentmindedly plays with the ring on your index finger whilst you give her hand a light squeeze every so often when you catch her staring at you. After one of those times you see her glance at Trin who shrugs her shoulders, both of them then look at Andi who looks at you and you shake your head which doesn’t go unnoticed by your girlfriend.

“Are you sure you’re ok? Something is—off” by now Ashley knew you like the back of her hand so you try your best to distract her, one one thing comes to mind.

You kiss her, really kiss her. For a few seconds your surroundings are forgotten. It is only when you hear your mum clear her throat as she stands behind you ready to clear the table do you pull away.

Straight away Ashley buries her face in your neck with embarrassment.

“I have been thinking about doing that all night. You know how I get, sometimes I just need you” 

Thankfully Ashley accepts your lie and returns to her conversation with your sister in law.

Time at home with your family always passes quicker than you would like and soon enough you are laid in the living room on one of the blow up mattresses whilst Andi and Trin are on the other.

Ashley is on the verge of slummer and you can see her visibly fighting sleep, unlike your other team mates who crashed as as soon as they hit the mattress.

“Thank you for tonight” Ashley mumbles “I love it here, you are happier when you are home” 

Although it was true, your parents would agree that you are much happier when Ashley comes with you.

“You’re my home Ash” your reply is simple but it speaks volumes.

“I know”

You kiss Ashley’s temple before telling her to go to sleep, which she does in a matter on seconds. You on the other lay there like you have had multiple espressos. When you realise that sleep isn’t on the cards you do what you mum always told you to do when something is on your mind, have a cup of tea. The English know that there is nothing a good brew can’t fix.

Waiting for the kettle to boil you raid the fridge for a sweet treat, you had just beaten the World Champions, scoring in the process, surely you deserved it.

“Jackpot” you whisper shout when you see leftovers of the cheesecake your mum made.

You rest against the kitchen counter, going back and forth between cake and cuppa.

“You know it’s almost 3am?” The voice makes you jump but you soon relax when you see a barely awake Ashley walking towards you. Immediately she grabs your arms, putting them around her neck so she can cuddle into you.

“I couldn’t sleep. Cake?” You hold the fork up to Ash who nods before opening her mouth.

“Now it’s just us, will you tell me what’s wrong, please?” Ashley’s voice is soft but you can still hear a little sadness.

“Today has been weird. First I saw you with my jersey on, then you played with Harry and you fit into my crazy family with ease” 

“These are bad things?”

“God no, they are— would you marry me?” The words come out before you can stop yourself.

Ashley could have given 100 guesses of what would come out of your mouth and that was not one of them.

“Are you asking me to marry you?” A small smile forms on her face.

You have to think for a minute. Is this what you are doing? It had been on your mind for the past couple of months, today more than ever.

“I don’t think I am” you stare into the garden. You are confused and overwhelmed.

“Baby look at me” Ashley turns your head with her index finger “Talk to me”

“After the game, you had my shirt on”

“You have already said that”

“Hear me out, please” it was a beg more so than a question “you had my last name on your back earlier then when I saw you with Harry I started picturing how you would be with our children. I cannot stop thinking about our future”

“I think about it all the time. Want to know what I see?” 

You nod your head eagerly.

“I see us, our yet to be named dog” this makes you laugh “Then in a few years I see you with our children, teaching them how to play football and telling them off for not saying water right”

“It is spelt water” you say, your English accent stronger than normal “there is no D in it” 

“I see those things and I get excited, don’t you?” Ashley ignores you comment in favour of staying on topic.

“I do but it’s scary, what if you get sick of me?” 

“Y/N, we have been dating for 7 years. We went from teenage college students to professional adult soccer players. We are going change over the years but I will always love you, that won’t change”

Even half asleep Ashley knew how to calm you down. 

“Mmm, I guess you’re right. I will love you until my last day Ashley, I promise”

Ashley mumbles good.

“Now come back to bed” you quickly put your empty plate and cup in the sink before following her back into the living room.

Feeling a little more like yourself, you decide to have a little fun with your girlfriend.

When Ashley feels you stop she turns to see you down on one knee.

“Ashley Nicole Sanchez, will you marry me?” Her eyes widen “Not now, in the not so distant future”

“Yes Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I will, at some point in my life, marry you. Now lets go to sleep” Ashley rolls her eyes at your playfullness then she leans down giving you a sweet kiss before pulling you to bed.

[wolftheidioticfan]

If you'd like to, could you share with us Amie and/or Ori's thoughts on each of The Emailers? I imagine they have been Data Collecting pretty much instinctively on everybody, though I get the feeling the conclusions they draw from that data, or the data they prioritize/notice more differs quite a bit between them.

Absolutely sure. They both have seen every email sent by everyone since they both have access to modify things. (Amie LOVES to talk in tags when redirecting mails. Ori might have liked to do that long ago, but he doesn't really seek people out anymore)

Lobby - Amie LOVES Lobby. really looks at how they act very very closely. It's why he got upset when everyone wanted to mail ashley because LOBBY didn't want to. Also why he temporarily worried about if bringing Parry in was right. Lobby was the first one to agree to help him!

Ori is curious. That kind of kindness and optimism is often met with manipulation or underlying issues. He's not sure he believes they are Truly kind to this degree. Are they plotting? Are they truly kind? Do they want something? Is it fear?

Parry - AMIE LOVES PARRY! BEST FRIEND. First one to call him that! Gave him so much hope! People are good! People can be good. He'll do anything for them. He looks to them the MOST for his morals. Parry could tell him anything and it would automatically override what anyone else says.

Ori is so...so confused. There is a fearful kindness he wants to pick apart. What makes a human so afraid. What is this history. Who are you. What are you. WHY are you. Where is this blind trust in him? Haven't you been hurt so many times? Didn't you hear me when I said I did not regret a thing? I am Incapable of remorse. And yet....

Mushroom - FAMILY?! Amie thinks about that all the time. Someone who distrusted him, disregarded his intentions...and then turned to give him a new chance. To then call him family. Is this what it means to earn love? To understand eachother?

Ori has...not many thoughts on Mushroom yet. They are a curious thing to him, like all people are. The turn they did about Amie is interesting. People's opinions change so quickly, don't they...

Snail - Amie gets excited when seeing Snail. Second best friend! Silly snail! Parry's friend, his friend! Protect them at all costs. They are silly. would love to play games with them. Ori noted how much Snail likes Bo. People can care about a digital creature to this extent? How odd.

Scar - Amie is....kind but tentatively nervous FOR them, not of them. You're digital? You glitch and hurt like me? How do we fix this, friend? For their sake more than his own. He's okay with who he is and how he's built. But is that okay for a human being? Is that normal? Where are you? How do I reach you?

...Ori is not blind to the parallels. Ori is...bitter that it seems things had been so much better than how it had been with him and Sonny. He kind of...isn't sure if he would talk to Scar in a more friendly way than his cordial tone.

Sea Angel- Amie unfortunately...is starting to be more on edge about Sea Angel. They're very in your face, very pushing into their comments and views even when in Amie's eyes, it might hurt more. Like when he rejected one of their emails because he thought it would upset Parry more. Or when he told them to stay in their line (Protecting a threat from death? NOT GOOD. to him) You talk too much friend. He respects a lot of their words, but when it comes to Parry specifically? Oh he's ruffling and hissing at them. Ori is indifferent. to an extent. There's a lot of wise words in that mind. But said at times when it could be taken so wrong.

OUGH these are the main off the top of my head im prolly missing some1 lmk

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

This originally started out as a "What if" (what if the Yellow Team/the villain's alliances were more spread out over every team), and then became this.

I created the teams, by taking two members from each original team and putting them onto new teams.

R-Team: Ellie, Gabby, James, Ashley, Grett, and Connor. (Primarily made to give Ellie and Gabby more screen time, and keeping Grett and Connor away from Yul and Riya respectively)

G-Team: Lake, Tom, Jake, Fiore, Yul, and Miriam (Tom and Jake would be able to talk through their problems, Miriam would be able to discipline both Yul and Fiore, and I actually believe that Lake and Fiore would bond over their intelligence and parental issues)

B-Team: Aiden, Tess, Ally, Hunter, Alec, and Riya (The remainders, primarily made to give everyone the Huntessally they deserve)

How do you think these team placements would go?

these are so good and have so much potential oh my god???!??!!!? my ideas are:

R-team: gabellie + grett bonding alongside a four girls alliance may get connor and james kicked out quickly, or alternatively have them be what the amazons were in TDWT

G-team: tomjake sorting out their issues, yul early boot, also the S1 final two together would be unstoppable and so fun to watch. lake and fiore could definitely bond

B-team: aiden and riya forced to work together, they have to figure out a good team strategy, while alec has to earn his place amongst the five season 2 participants, being the only season 1 guy, would be so interesting of an arc to give him

also i feel like this line-up has the potential to give us an actually good finale, maybe between three different team members, some examples being gabby-lake-alec, grett-lake-alec, ashley-tom-ally, the possibilities are endless based on their development and relationships

THIS is the season i want ngl

[cannibal-wings]

I was unsure what to share for this WIP Wed so I guess I'll just post the whole Ada and Leon interaction haha. It's a couple pages though, so hopefully that's enough. I figured stealth combat probably wasn't that interesting to share atm. Again, this is from You Pay the Cost. I've been... not dreading, but nervous to write Ada just because I'm never sure if I'm quite getting her right. I'll probably edit this section some more too. I don't think I did terribly though.

He pushed the next door open and carefully stepped inside. There hadn’t been any sound from beyond the door, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t an ambush waiting for him. He had his SG drawn, he checked his ammo count, he was still good. He kept it up as he did a quick sweep of the room. It was small, cozy even, with a lit fireplace, some chairs, and what looked like a printing press in the corner. Leon gave the machine quick look; it was interesting but ultimately not what he was here for. A bookcase lined the opposite wall. It looked to him, like a study or something similar. The room looked well maintained, which struck him as odd, since most of the places in the castle seemed run down, and he wouldn’t have expected a printing press or study to be one thing that hadn’t been left to rot. Maybe it was someone in the castles last refuge?

Leon dropped his guard and thought about using this room to rest for a moment. His lower back was killing him and he unfortunately knew what that meant. It was the same pulsing ache that heralded the arrival of a new mutation. And there was only one left. He sighed and tried not to think about it. He looked to the door on the other side then back at the one he came from. He could barricade himself in while he mutated, though he had no idea how long it would actually take. The time between the first onset of body aches to the actual transformation hadn’t ever been consistent. Ashley needed him, but he would rather not go down in the middle of a group of cultists.

He decided he’d wait it out in this room. He stepped forward, his intent was to drag a chest over and block the exit door, but was stopped when a voice sounded off behind him. “Stop right there, Leon.”

Leon froze and put two of his hands up. The secondary arms he kept close to his chest. He frowned. Even after six years he still knew that voice. But what was it doing here? He could hear her footsteps behind him, heels, ever impractical, some things never change. He could feel something press against his back, a gun no doubt. His carapace didn’t allow him to feel anything other than the pressure. She spoke again, “You wouldn’t make me use this? Would you?” He tilted his head slightly, he thought he heard her voice shake, just a bit.

Leon tossed his gun down; he wasn’t sure how twitchy she was going to be with her trigger finger. While he knew Ada had comparable training to himself, he also knew that his situation could cause rash reactions. He hoped that since his voice sounded relatively normal, he could deescalate a bit. “Well, after six years this is one hell of a greeting, Ada.”

“You don’t seem surprised,” she said. “Interesting.”

Leon shifted one of his legs ever so slightly. “You know? After what’s happened tonight? Not much could surprise me.” The gun was still pressed firmly to his back. For a moment, he considered making a move so she’d shoot, at least then he wouldn’t have to face her as he was now. He took a deep breath, but that would just be running away, and he didn’t run away anymore. He moved his head just a bit, to try to turn and look at her. “Listen-” he started but was cut off by a sudden shot. It didn’t penetrate, but it still kicked him forward. He finished the turn and knocked the gun up so the next shot missed his head. For a moment Ada seemed surprised at her own actions, but she recovered quickly.

Leon had always been stronger than her, and now he was even more so. She abandoned the idea of shooting him, at least not while he still had her arm in his hand. She turned her body with the intent of placing a kick squarely in his chest to knock him back. But as she lifted her leg, she realized that also wasn’t going to work. But it was too late to stop the motion, she put all her weight into it and barely moved him. He was large, solid, and if he hadn’t spoken to her just now, she wouldn’t have thought him human. This wasn’t a fight she wanted to risk. Leon knocked her leg aside and took a step towards her.  

He seemed to be holding back, unsure of how hard to push her. She used that to her advantage and yanked her arm free of his grasp. She ducked under him and tried to place the gun against his chest, but he quickly pivoted his body away and reached for something. Within seconds he finished his pivot and had a knife to her throat. She looked from the blade, then up to his face. The first real look she had gotten of it. It was still him, still Leon, but only barely. He still had hair, and his eyes were mostly left alone. But there wasn’t any ignoring the huge outer jaws that sat slightly parted on his face. “Oh Leon,” she said softly. She ignored the blade against her throat, if he wanted to kill her he would have already, in a variety of ways. With her unarmed hand she reached for his face. “What did they do to you?”

For a moment it looked like he wanted to lean into that touch, but then his eyes widened and he recoiled violently, and clamped his jaws tightly against his face. “Don’t,” he said and backed away.

The tension had completely diminished and Ada knew that she wasn’t going to shoot either. She holstered her blacktail and said, “Someone trained you well. Your movements were smooth.” He moved for his gun on the ground and she let him. He scooped it up and holstered it. “Not the same rookie cop from all those years ago.”

Leon sighed. “Why are you here?” He was tired, and he didn’t need another party making his life worse tonight. “Who are you working for this time?”

She grinned. “You know I don’t work and tell.”

“Yeah,” Leon shook his head. “Don’t know why I bothered to ask. It’s not like you’re one for telling the truth anyways.”

“It’s not personal, just my job.” She moved away and leaned against the stone wall. “You’re out here chasing the President’s Daughter are you not?” Leon looked up and nodded. She caught the way his mandibles twitched. “I was going to tell you to leave the girl, but you’re just as lost as she is.”

“Even if I wasn’t, you know I can’t do that.”

“Right.” She watched him move, he was still acting mostly human, he still used weapons like a man, his posture was humanlike. He was still Leon, but then she looked closer, and saw all the dried blood on his arms, his claws, around his mandibles. “How long do you have?”

He didn’t even bother asking how she knew he was on a timer. “Dawn, apparently.”

“Then you better get a move on.” She needed to leave too. There was still one more ingredient for her to search out and she didn’t have the luxury of stalling. When she looked at Leon, what Luis told her began to sink in. What he was now, was what she would become. And what he was, was the same thing that had been stalking her relentlessly. “But,” she added to get his attention. “You still have some time.”

“You talk like you know more than you let on.”

“I do.”

“Of course.”

Leon had now taken up against the bookcase. One pair of arms folded across his chest. Then she noticed a second pair of arms, also crossed. Those had wicked blades on the end. She didn’t even see them during their scuffle. “I think I’ve encountered what you’re turning into.” He cocked his head and his mandibles flared out just a bit before they settled against his face. “Not sure if they have a name, but certain features of yours match up. Face is all wrong though.”

“How so?”

“Well the thing I saw, it was more insect like. Your face is pretty human looking, and your outer jaws aren’t the same either.”

Leon nodded. “Luis mentioned I might go through a second facial mutation, so that adds up.”

Ada said, “Oh, a shame to lose that pretty face of yours.”

“Ha,” Leon said, not falling for it. “Like it isn’t lost already?” She didn’t say anything to that so he asked, “You say I got time? Because I don’t match the other creature you saw?” She nodded her head. “Right, well, better stop wasting that time here then. Not like you’re going to tell me anything useful.”

“Never said that,” Ada said as she pushed off from the wall. “Come on, I can be helpful. On occasion. Give me your radio frequency.”

“So you can use me?”

“So I can help you.” Leon rolled his eyes and flared his jaws. He seemed to do that a lot, she was certain it was a facial expression she wasn’t catching. But he gave her his frequency. “You mentioned a name, Luis? What do you know about him?”

Now it was Leon’s turn to be secretive. “Why do you want to know? He important to you?”

“I’m running an errand for him, let’s say.”

“Out of the goodness of your heart, no doubt.” Leon paused, then something caught his attention. Like before when he parted his mandibles, he could taste something on the air. He flared them and took deep breaths. Ada just seemed confused by his behavior, and he was too.

“Leon?”

Then it hit him. It the smell of the Plaga, no, it was his scent, but weak, diluted. “They got you too…” He didn’t wait for her to confirm it. He took another large breath and said, “I can smell it. You’re like me.”

“N-Not if I can help it. Sorry, Leon, but that look suits you more than it does me.”

“Then Luis told you the same thing he told me. That he could fix it. That’s your errand.”

She walked past him for the window. “Clever. You really aren’t that rookie anymore.”

“How long ago?” Leon asked but as he did a wave of pain shot up his spine. He knew Ada caught the way he flinched and pressed back against the bookcase.

“Yesterday evening.”

“Well,” he said, not able to hide the pain on his features. “You’re clearly not as receptive to it as I am. Or you’d be, as you put it, “just as lost” as me.” He groaned and thumped his head against the books. “This whole thing,” he gestured at his arms and legs, “took around five hours to kick in after infection.”

“Slower than the T-Virus at least,” Ada said. “We have that going for us.”

“Sure,” Leon ground his teeth behind closed mandibles. Another wave of pain traveled up his spine. He could feel skin break. “Why now?” he growled the question to himself but he didn’t doubt that Ada could hear him. 

Ada watched him grimace and close his eyes. His mandibles flared then clamped against his face. He had started to breathe hard. “Are you ok?”

“No,” Leon said, he wasn’t going to lie. Not that he’d be able to. “Ever see a man grow a t-tail before?” He growled in pain as another wave shot up his spine. He could feel his back plates lift. Ada watched him but said nothing. He clarified, “I’m mutating. Again.” This time the pain took him to his knees. He swore and clutched his head. Even though the pain originated at his lower back, his head was pounding. “L-Luis said,” words were getting hard to form. “He said that the tail was next. D-Did the thing that you saw have a tail?” 

“No idea, it was wearing a big black cloak.” She started to back away from him. “It also wanted me dead. Do you want me dead?”

Leon tipped to the floor. He curled in on himself as another sharp round of needles went up his back. His legs were too long now, they felt awkward to try to tuck up. “Sometimes I think I want you dead,” he admitted. “But n-not because of Saddler.” He hissed. “Shit.”

“Interesting, and why would you want me dead Leon?”

“You sure have- haven’t done the world any f-f-favors after Raccoon City.”

“Oh,” she said. “Still sore about that?” This time when he snarled it wasn’t just from the pain. She could tell. “Right. Like I’ve said, nothing personal.” She turned to leave, like she should have from the start. Ada was smart enough not to stick around and watch a monster be born. Especially not a monster that could kill her. But she was also trained to put down problems before they could become worse. When she looked back at Leon on the floor, drooling, scraping at the wooden floor with too sharp claws, she decided he could very easily become a big problem.

She took her foot down from the windowsill and crouched at Leon’s side. The blacktail was removed from its holster and placed against Leon’s head. He looked up at her with most tired eyes she had ever seen. “You get one last thing from me,” she told him. Leon nodded. “Do you want me to shoot you? It’ll be quick, clean, you’ll be dead before you even register I pulled the trigger. Before you turn fully.”

Leon looked up at Ada then rested his head on the floor. His hair covered most of one eye, but the other he trained on her. She was offering him a professional courtesy. He’d do the same for her. When dealing with an B.O.W. infection there is always a period of lucidity before the end. She was questioning if his had just run out. The professional response would be to accept and die before you lost what remained of yourself. But Leon had other plans.

“No,” he said after a pause that was only a few seconds but felt like years. “I have a job to do. And I’m going to see it done.” This time the wave of pain was so strong he jolted and cried out. He could feel the gun press against his head again. Ada might not be willing to honor his request. He couldn’t say he’d blame her. But he was in no condition to fight back. “I can’t fail again,” he said. “Please, Ada, you can’t let me fail again. I promised it would be different.”

The tip of the gun wavered against his temple. Then it pulled away completely. “Damn it Leon,” he heard her say as she backed off. “Don’t make me regret this. Be a good bug and don’t get in my way.”

“Thanks,” he managed to say before he tucked his head in and howled in agony.

Ada climbed halfway out the window. She took one last look back at the man on the floor. She could hear the sound of fabric ripping and flesh tearing. Leon cried out in pain. “Not sure you should thank me.” She pulled out her grapple gun and aimed for a bit of rooftop across from the room she was in. When he screamed again she closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

[love2write2626]

Our Love in a Rogue Nation 8 (Final Chapter)

Chapter 8

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Those are the words on repeat in my mind. I should have known better, Ethan is probably so disappointed in me, not only am I risking the outcome of this mission, I’m also putting many more people at risk.

I looked over at Ilsa, of course not only am I sitting in the middle of a restaurant with a bomb strapped to me, but she was sent to keep watch.

“You know, you put your own self in this position, I would never be stupid enough to do what you did” she said in a condescending tone. I decided it was best to just ignore her, I am sitting on a pressure trigger and just a small amount of weight change will set it off. I let out a deep breath, and that’s when I felt his presence. Ethan, was here. I felt him put his hand on my shoulder and Ilsa quickly said “Careful” he ignored her and looked deep into my eyes

“I’m here baby” he said I went to smile but shuddered when Lane’s voice spoke through my ear piece

“This is the end Mr. Hunt” I repeated, Ethan started looking me up and down, he saw the ear piece, and the contact in my eye. He reached over to move my jacket, to see what he already knew was there and Ilsa said

“Careful”

“Two pounds of Semtex, five hundred .30 caliber ball bearings. Your girlfriend is sitting on a highly sensitive pressure trigger… so no sudden moves” I repeated everything that Lane said to me. Ethan looked around the restaurant and then back at Ilsa and she showed him her gun.

“Your final test” he said to her

“When Lane has what he wants I kill you and Ashley, if not… everyone dies” I saw the worry in his eyes I wanted to jump up and pull him into my arms, but then I heard Lane’s voice again

“No time to think Ethan, have a seat please” Ethan moved to sit in the chair across from me “Human nature, my weapon of choice. From the moment I killed the woman in the record shop I knew you would stop at nothing to find me. I also knew Ilsa wouldn’t have a choice. Whether she broke you that night you met or she let you go. Whether you let her go in Morocco, whether she went to Atlee or not…” Lane was cut short by Ethan finishing his sentence.

“You were certain we’d end up where we are right now” he looked up and added “Then, again. So was I” he moved closer and gently grabbed my hand before continying his speech to Lane “I know you, somewhere along the line you had a crisis of faith. Human life didn’t matter anymore. Or maybe it never did, you killed too many innocent people, without ever asking who was giving the orders or why. You blame the system for what you are. Not, not yourself. You wanted revenge. But Rome wasn’t destroyed in a day. You needed help, you needed money, a lot of it. And you will stop at nothing to get it… that’s how I know I’m going to put you in a box” I heard Lane take a deep breath and I could tell he is becoming annoyed

“Where’s the disk?” Lane asked

“You like to play games, I have a game for you. How about 50 million to let Ashley go?” he held up a napkin that had a routing number on it. It was silent for a few moments and then I heard

“Where is the disk?”

“You’re looking at it, I am the disk, I memorized all 2.4 billion in numbered accounts. If that vest goes off you get nothing. Without me, you’re nothing” I heard lane let out a little chuckle “Right now you’re thinking it’s a bluff, I’d never let anything happen to her. I couldn’t possibly memorize the entire disk… there’s only one way to be sure let Ashley go.” My heart started to race, I knew based on the beeping that it was getting closer to zero. I started to breath hard, and I felt tears running down my face. At almost zero the countdown stopped, and I let out a deep breath. Lane’s men who had been lurking in the shadows, started moving closer “If they come any closer shoot me” he said to Ilsa.

“Ethan No!” I said, he gave me a angry warning look and I put my head down, he’s probably so upset with me for doing something this stupid

“The only way this ends Lane, is you and me face, to face. Except this time I won’t be in a glass box. If you want your money the bone doctor is going to have to beat it out of me! NOW LET HER GO” he said in a low, deep voice. There was another moment of silence before he started telling me the code to get the vest off. Once it was off, I stood up and Ethan handed me a phone. “Go”

“Ethan…”

“Go, your brother, Brandt, and Luther are waiting” I nodded I reached for his hand and gave it one last squeeze before walking away. I dialed Benji’s number, and he picked up immediately

“Did you get her?”

“Yes, he got me big brother” he let out a sigh of relief “Now where am I going?”

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Benji gave me directions and made my way to where they were busy building the next part of the plan.

“I’m so glad you’re ok” Benji said as soon as he saw me, he pulled me into a huge hug.

“So I’m assuming the end game is getting Lane in this glass box?” I asked

“Yes, we’re hoping Ethan is going to be able to get him here… Ethan was worried sick about you” I looked at the ground. I knew Benji meant he was angry, and only worried because this was interfering with the plan

“I’m sorry” I mumbled

“All that matters now is you are ok”  I felt tears running down my face

“Is there a bathroom?” I asked

“Yeah, I think there is one around the corner” I nodded and headed that way, but as soon as I turned the corner, I couldn’t hold myself together anymore, I leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down to the ground and cried.

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Ethan’s P.O.V

After getting Lane into the box and helping them put it in he truck, I looked around for Ashley. Words cannot describe how happy I am that she is ok.

“Benji, where is Ashley?” I asked

“Oh, I think she went to the bathroom, its around the corner” I patted him on the shoulder

“Thanks” I said. As soon as I turned the corner, I saw Ashley on the ground against the wall crying “Ashley!” I exclaimed running over to her, I kneeled in front of her “Baby… are you hurt?” I asked her looking for any sign of harm to her body. She gave me a weird look, and pulled away from me “baby what’s wrong?” I asked

“Why are you talking to me?”

“What?” I asked confused

“Don’t you hate me?” she asked

“Hate you? Baby, what on earth are you talking about? Why would you think I hate you?”

“Because, I was stupid and put the whole mission at risk”

“Baby, you made a mistake. That’s it, and all the years you have known me have I made mistakes on missions?” she nodded “I love you so much, words cannot describe how lost I felt knowing that he had you, knowing that at any moment he could hurt you I…” she cut me off by throwing herself into my arms

“I love you too” I helped her stand up, and then I pushed her against the wall, and brought my lips to Her’s kissing her with every ounce of love I have for her. When we broke apart I said

“Do we have to have another lesson, to help with your self-esteem?” she blushed because she knew exactly what I was referring to. I pushed my knee between her legs, she gasped. “Ashley…” we were cut short by Brandt

“C’mon guys we have to go” we both sighed

“We’ll have that lesson whenever we get another chance to be alone” she giggled we started to walk but I stopped her “I need you to know, no matter what happens, what you do or don’t do, even if I am upset with you… There is nothing you could EVER do to make me not love you anymore” she gave me a sad smile and pushed her lips lightly on mine

“C’mon you two” Brandt said again, we walked hand in hand to where everyone else is. I saw Ashley looking around, I knew who she was looking for. “You don’t have to worry about Ilsa anymore… she left, and I doubt we will ever see her again” We climbed into the car, and followed behind the truck that was holding Lane.

“I’m so glad all of this is over” Ashley said

“I know. Things will most likely cool down that we have Lane” I looked over at Ashley “We finally take some time and focus on us. Get married, go on our honeymoon” I kissed her hand. “I love you” I said

“I love you more Ethan Hunt”

 The next story in the series is ‘The Fallout of Our Love’

Thanks for reading please comment and let me know what you think!!

[centralperkchenford]

Chenford + Lucy confesses her feelings whilst she *thinks* Tim is asleep (5×05)

I hope you like this! It just kind of came to me today!

Do something, babe, say something (say something Lose something, babe, risk something

Chenford + Lucy confesses her feelings whilst she *thinks* Tim is asleep (5×05)

Chenford + Lucy has feelings for you

Lucy sat with Tim in the hospital room, they didn’t talk much. There were a few conversations about how Lucy handled things at the station after Smitty almost let everyone go home. But really it was silent and Lucy was fine with that. They never needed to say much around each other, the silence spoke for them. They understood each other so well that no words were needed usually.

After awhile Tim drifted off to sleep and while that should have been Lucy’s cue to leave she didn’t. She had a lot of questions about Ashley not being here and Tim telling everyone to keep her in the dark. She guessed it was so she would focus on the job and not be worried about him. Which she still was no matter what. Lucy stared at Tim as he slept, his chest moving up and down. He looked so peaceful and relaxed. She couldn’t imagine the pain and the fear of being paralyzed.

There was a knock at the door and Lucy turned to see Angela. “He’s asleep.” She said quietly. Angela shrugged her shoulders and came in anyway.

“How’s he doing? Where’s Ashley?” She asked Lucy sitting the chair on the other side of the bed. Lucy sighed and sat back against her chair.

“He’s fine. I guess and he sent Ashley home.” Lucy replied and she leaned forward to smooth out the blanket on Tim. He didn’t even flinch, she ducked her head when she noticed Angela staring at her.

“His girlfriend went home and what you came?” She asked narrowing her eyes. Lucy shrugged and resisted the urge to smooth out the frown lines on Tim’s face. He must have been dreaming.

“Why are you here Lucy?” Angela asked seriously her eyes flicker to her best friend’s face before turning them on Lucy.

“I wanted to keep him company.” Lucy replied honestly. “That’s the truth Angela.”

“Okay fine. But he’s asleep why are you still here?” She asked again in a serious tone. Lucy sighed because she didn’t know the answer to that. She just wanted to be near Tim, she always did want to be near him. Even when he sent her away to UC school, and told her it was time to move on. It felt like a break up. It felt like she was losing everything, she felt like she was losing him even if he wasn’t hers to lose. Not really anyway. He still was Tim. The man who was a pain in her ass and quite frankly still was but he also was the man who wormed his way into her heart, mind and soul and she couldn’t get rid of him.

“Lucy?” Angela said bringing her out of her thoughts. “Why are you still here?”

“I have feelings for him.” She said and then she covered her mouth quickly. She didn’t mean to say it and yet… Angela didn’t look surprised.

“When did you realize you had feelings for him?” Angela asked curiously and Lucy glances at Tim to make sure he was still asleep and then back to Angela’s face.

“I-I don’t know? It was little moments for me. When he hugged me after.. Jackson at his house and I—” She paused and looks down and wipes imaginary lint of her jeans. “Maybe after that? When he said I deserved to be recognized or when fake proposed to Ashley and it felt like my heart was breaking into pieces or—”

Angela held her hands up. “Okay I get it.” She said. “A million little moments made you realize you have feeling for him.”

“I screwed up though. I said it was just pretend. An-and I told him it was nothing the kiss meant nothing. I felt like I lost him and he wasn’t even mine to lose.” She’s horrified to feel tears trickling down her cheeks. “I can’t lose him.”

Angela nodded sympathetically. “You won’t lose him Lucy. Not if you tell him how you feel.”

“How can I? He’s with Ashley and I’m with Chris. It’s not fair to either of them.”

“It’s not fair to either of you either.” Angela pointed out and Lucy had to admit she had a point. “You have feelings for him that I assume are big feelings based on your ramblings.”

Lucy nodded. Yes she had big feelings for Tim. Like she wanted to be wherever he was and just in his orbit and space.

“Tell him Lucy. Because I know Tim. He’s going to be respectful of you but he has feelings for you too. He says he doesn’t but he does.”

“He has Ashley. Why would he want me?” She asked staring at her eyes. “He said he can see himself married to her.”

Angela sighed and got up from the chair and stood in front of Lucy blocking her view of Tim.

“Lucy, you are everything Tim wants. Beautiful. Loving. Emphatic. You challenge him and you push him to be better. He is who he is because of you.”

“He improved on his own.” She protested. Because he had and she was so proud of him.

Angela shrugged. “I agree he did but don’t discredit yourself Lucy. You helped him a lot.”

Lucy couldn’t do anything but nod and hope that was true. She cared about Tim, and even if was only as a friend she would live to be okay with that.

Lucy’s phone buzzed in her lap and she glanced at it and frowned. It was Chris, asking if they could have dinner tonight. She sighed loudly because she wasn’t in the mood for Chris or his boring conversations or the fact that they always ordered in. She didn’t want Chris, she glanced at the beautiful, wonderful man on the hospital bed. She wanted Tim, but she couldn’t do anything about that.

“I have to go.” She told Angela reluctantly. “Um. Can you be here in case he wakes up again? I don’t want him to be alone.” And why did she sound so much like a worried girlfriend?

Angela nodded. “Of course.”

Lucy left the room and gave Tim one last look. Being his friend was fine for now. As long as he was in her life she was okay with that.

***

Tim woke up to his best friend staring at him and while he was glad Angela was here and sitting by his bedside. He wanted another woman there, one with chestnut hair, and brown eyes that sparkles when ever she looked at him.

“Stop staring.” He grumbled at Angela. “It’s weird.”

Angela grinned at him and then settled back in her chair. “Where’s Ashley?”

Tim was silent and he started frowning again remembering how Ashley had broken up with him right after surgery. His heart broke a little, but then it healed when Lucy came in and sat with him. He knew it wasn’t going anywhere with Ashley, so while the breakup was less than ideal and he would have preferred her to do it when he didn’t look so pathetic he wasn’t heartbroken.

“She uh went home.” He lied and winced when Angela glared at him.

“That may work on Lucy but it doesn’t work on me Tim. Now where is Ashley?” She asked again.

Lucy that single name sent a shiver down his spine. But it wasn’t a bad shiver. Not even a little bit.

“She broke up with me.” He admitted. “Today after surgery.”

“Why didn’t you tell Lucy that?” Angela asked. And the truth is Tim isn’t sure why. He just didn’t want to have Lucy worry about him even more.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want her to worry even more. I didn’t want her to get mad at Ashley on my behalf.” He trailed off and Angela nodded but Tim didn’t think it was from understanding. It was more of finally you are telling the truth.

Speaking of truth..

“I- uh heard your conversation with Lucy.” He said. Angela froze and looked up at him her eyes wide.

“How much of it?” She asked warily. And Tim shrugged. At first he had been asleep and then he heard Angela come in the room and start talking to Lucy and because he loved Lucy’s voice he listened.

His heart broke a little. How small and quiet she sounded nothing like the bright, sunshine Lucy he was used to.

And then

She admitted she had feelings for him and he wanted to open his eyes and tell her how he felt but he didn’t. He listened to her name the possible moments she might have fallen for him. He put those at the top of his mind. He was going to figure out when he fell for Lucy, when he realized she wasn’t just a friend or his aide but when he realized he liked her more than that.

They kept talking, Lucy’s voice breaking a little when she said he was with Ashley and she was with Chris. His heart broke when she asked why would he want to be with her.

Because you are beautiful, loving, compassionate, you care and just want to make this world a better place. Because you never gave up on me. Because you shine brighter than the sun sometimes. You made me a better man.

Angela basically said all of that and he didn’t see Lucy’s face to see if she believed her but he hoped she did.

“Tim?” Angela questioned him pulling him from his thoughts. “How much of our conversation did you hear?”

“Everything.” He admitted. “Every single thing.”

Angela sighed and came closer placing her hands on the bed and looking at him intently.

“Tim. Do you have feelings for Lucy?” She asked and unlike last time he didn’t deny it.

“Yes.” He said. “I do.”

“Tell her.” Angela said. “Tell her before you lose her. I don’t know why but she is with Chris and he seems to really like her. Tell her how you feel because you know she feels the same way.”

Tim sighed and he knew Angela was right. He needed to talk to Lucy before she fell for Chris. The thing was he just wanted to see Lucy happy.

“I just want her to be happy. She deserves it more than anyone.”

Angela squeezed his hand. “I’ll be here for you no matter what Tim. But as much as you want Lucy to be happy.. you deserve happiness too and I know she would make you happier than you been in awhile.”

Tim just stayed silent and Angela squeezed his hand again.

“Talk to her Tim. Do it tomorrow or the next but talk to her. You never know what might come of it.”

She glanced at her phone and stood up. “I have to go but.. just think about it Tim. You deserve happiness too.”

She left the room without another glance at him, leaving Tim alone with his thoughts not knowing that several miles away in her apartment Lucy was struggling with the same thoughts.

***

“Tell him how you feel.” Angela’s voice rang in her ears. Lucy sighed and turned on her side. She met up with Chris for dinner, but refused his attempts to get her to come home with him. She insisted she want to be alone. It wasn’t a lie, she really did want to be alone even if that meant being alone with her thoughts.

She thought of Tim alone in the hospital now and wanted to jump in her car and camp out by his bed.

She didn’t though. She just laid in her bed not knowing that the man she was possibly in love with was also in love with her.

Not knowing in a few months she would be exactly where she was suppose to be. In his arms, safe and happy.

***

Both Lucy and Tim fell into dreamless sleeps hoping that one day their heartache would be resolved.

Neither of them realizing that the best was yet to come.

[ragingstillness]

How I think the various members of the BAU would fare were they given Spencer’s prison plot line

Note: this is based off of how prisons are depicted in the show and in fiction in general and these are my personal hcs

Emily:

I think Emily is about the only one who could survive in prison personality unchanged. Maybe slightly more unhinged, but she’d make her strength known quickly and probably become the leader of a girl gang

JJ:

JJ would play up the Halo Effect Killer aspect, using unsubs she’d seen as a model for behaving like you used your beauty to escape consequences for your crimes. She’d master a dead-eyed stare and not speak often

Penelope:

Penelope would be perceived as weak at first and might face some bullying, but if she tapped into her hacker persona and used her actual crimes she’d gain prison cred. She wouldn’t be a member or leader of a gang but she’d have a few hanger ons and people wouldn’t mess with her

Tara:

Tara’s height and natural physicality would serve her well in prison. She’s also got a very good intimidating stare. People would be afraid to start with her. She’d also immediately begin working out in the yard, showing how very bad an idea it would be to mess with her

Kate:

Kate wouldn’t have a good time in prison. Her heart is too big. She’s definitely end up in a big sister position for some of the younger inmates and would likely often get into conflicts with the guards for being too rough

Ashley:

Ashley would walk into prison with cred. She would be unbothered but her volatile temper would only get worse

Elle:

Elle would not have to fight to get respect. She exudes this do-not-fuck-with-me energy that promises that she can be scary if pushed. She also wouldn’t be afraid of anything and calm under pressure. If someone did mess with her, her vengeance would be swift and untraceable

Jordan:

Jordan would get into a lot of fights in prison. She would win, but she’d get into a lot of fights and she’d fight dirty. Eventually she’d become a lieutenant in a girl gang

Alex:

Alex couldn’t be messed with because she’s too unbothered. She wouldn’t get involved in any arguments or rise to provocation, just dismiss it all with a cutting word. Her age would grant her respect as well.

Derek:

Derek would survive prison but he’d be quite traumatized by his experiences. He’d be stoic on the outside and horrified on the inside. He’d try his hardest to not join a gang, probably inventing some sort of reason why he couldn’t. Like Kate he’d get thrown in solitary for fighting with the guards over abuse of power and that’s when he’d silently cry over everything he’s seen

Stephen:

Stephen would be very chill about the whole thing. He has such kind vibes that as long as he stayed in his lane he wouldn’t be messed with, the type to form genuine friendships on the inside.

Luke:

Like Stephen, Luke would get along with people easily. He’d only become angry if directly provoked. Lots of posturing, not a ton of real physical follow through although Luke certainly could if he wanted to

Hotch:

Hotch has the strongest case of don’t-fuck-with-me face that I’ve ever seen. So he’d be fine, so long as he didn’t let anyone find out he was an fbi agent or a father. I think the former would be harder to hide and also more dangerous to reveal.

Dave:

Dave would have a leg up because of the stereotype surrounding older Italian men in prison. He’s just gotta be part of the mafia right? As a storyteller and a profiler, Dave would be able to weave just enough truth into his stories to make himself seem very intimidating and impressive. As long as the ruse holds up, and it would hold up to most scrutiny, he’d be just fine, if a bit lonely

Matt:

Matt would kick ass in prison but he wouldn’t have to very often. His arms alone would deter most attackers unless they were a group. Even then, they might make it out alive but not unscathed

Spencer:

Frankly the way they portrayed Spencer felt pretty in character to me, but that could just be confirmation bias talking. I am amazed that Spencer never came up with the idea of escape, I feel like he’d turn to that before other crimes like drug running. I also expected him to make up an entirely different identity for himself rather than slowly just become a bit darker

Would love to hear people’s thoughts, but not looking to start an argument

[slimthicksonnett]

59 with Ashley Sanchez

“H-How long have you been standing there?” // Ashley Sanchez (740 words)

“I don’t get it! She could have picked anyone.” You whined into the phone, flopping down onto the stiff hotel bed. 

“You don’t get it? Or you don’t want to get it?” Tara answered back. Even a couple of thousand miles away back in Washington, you could hear the smugness in your best friend's voice. 

“She doesn’t like me like that, Tar.” You reprimanded; voice muffled from where you were face down in the duvet.

“But you like her like that.” It wasn’t a question, and you didn’t have to answer it. 

“I mean, maybe? We’re also just best friends.” It was a last ditch effort to defend your pride but a simple snort from Tara crushed any last bit that was remaining.

“Just best friends? So everyone turns down a trade to go back to play in their hometown at a top expansion team just because they don’t want to leave their best friend?” Tara countered, earning a long groan from you.

“I love the Spirit, I’d never want to leave any of you.” Your argument was weak and Tara just hummed in response.

“Right. You love the Spirit so much that you sold the house you’d bought just because Ash asked if you could maybe be apartmentmates?” The question made you blush, thinking about the beautiful two-story home outside of D.C that you’d spent all preseason gushing over to anyone that would listen.

“It made more sense financially and logistically to stay in the city.” You huffed.

“With her, you forgot to add stay in the city with her.” Tara giggled, clearly amused by your frustration.

“Okay fine, yes. Maybe I like her like that!” You conceded, a loud cheer coming from over the phone. 

“There you go! The first step to healing is admitting.” Your teammate sounded less smug now, more soft. But your interpretation of her emotions was interrupted by the sound of something hitting the ground behind you.

Immediately, you jolted upright in the bed. 

Turning around, you were greeted by the sight of a wide eyed Ashley Sanchez.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” You questioned, voice shaky and face flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment.

“You turned down San Diego for me?” Ashley asked, staring at you in some mixture of awe and disbelief.

A brief "oop-" could be heard from the phone before the line went dead from Tara assumedly making the decision to hang up.

“Oh, so that long…” You muttered, staring at the floor as you watched the younger girl cross the room towards where you sat at the edge of the bed. 

“Was Tara telling the truth?” She questioned you again, you didn’t even have to look up to know she was staring down at you with those commanding eyes.

“About which part.” Your voice was distant as you traced patterns on the hotel carpet with your feet.

You were pulled away from your musings though when a delicate hand was placed under your chin, fingers curling strongly to tip your head up so that your eyes were locked on hers.

“San Diego wanted you.” It was a statement, you could only manage a tiny nod as you gulped nervously in response.

“San Diego wanted you, but you stayed at the Spirit. You could’ve gone home!” Ashleys voice was louder now, the disbelief in her tone almost tinged with anger at you for turning down the offer.

“I am home.” Was all you managed in response, watching the way Ashley softened at the sound of your words.

“You are home?” She whispered, tilting her head to the side just slightly in question.

“I’m home with you.” Your voice was gentle. You weren’t sure how you managed to make the statement without breaking eye contact with Ashley but you were glad you didn’t. Because watching her closely revealed the moment that her eyes slipped from yours and down to your lips, lingering there for a moment.

“Y/N…”  Ashley sighed, her thumb brushing feather light against your jaw.

“I’m sorry that was-”

Ashley cut off your ramblings with her lips, soft and full, against yours. Thankfully you recovered quickly from the shock, pressing up into her kiss. It was good as far as first kisses go. And that’s to say that it was a mess. Too much pressure, a clashing of teeth, an odd angle.

But everything about it was so distinctly Ashley that that too felt like home.

Pulling back, breathless, Ashley let her eyes lock with yours again as a smile spread across her face.

“Thank god I picked you to room with.”

[wandering-words]

8 - Sweater weather for Avanine :3

(I'm still answering asks, but I've been a bit slow in fulfilling them. Sorry!)

For this one, I imagine it being canon divergent from Festival, as in, Festival didn't happen lol.

Hope you enjoy! And thanks again @serendipitouscontaminant for the ask :)

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Janine really needs to make a better habit of looking at the weather app. 

The leaves on the trees were barely trembling and the scrapes of the branches against the glass were light, as if beckoning Janine to go outside in her plaid pajama pants and oversized shirt from Tariq that she refused to get rid of. 

Janine decided to wear one of her characteristic sweaters, this one beige with little red flowers decorating the neckline, and brought another jacket layer just in case it got colder. 

She forgot that this jacket was so well loved that it barely had any of the lining in it anymore, making it not as effective as a top layer. 

Of course this was the morning the wind whipped against her face while she had car duty. 

Janine felt her teeth chattering as she wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the cold seeping into her skin through the layers of her sweater and jacket as the wind threw itself against the exposed skin of her face, every particle making Janine wince and her teeth chatter. It was hard to grate out a smile for each family at drop off when she felt as though her fingers and toes were going to freeze off. 

She’d grown up in Philadelphia, she didn’t understand how she wasn’t used to the cold after 25 years, but she was pretty sure that the wind had never been as cold as it was now. 

(Janine knew she should be cutting herself some slack: she’d been so stressed out with the prospect of Abbott turning charter that the last thing she thought about was weather. 

But she wanted to be strong. Needed to be strong.)

Later, the sun was shining weakly through the mass of gray clouds, and although Janine knew it was also her turn to watch the kids at recess, she didn’t think she was going to make it. 

No. 

Janine was stronger than that. 

The staff were practically falling apart from the stress of the prospect of Abbott turning charter, this was a way Janine could attribute. Maybe she was a little bit cold (she ignored the feeling of her fingers continuing to thaw from the cold of the morning’s strong wind), but she couldn’t shrug her load onto Barbara and Melissa again. 

She could see how Barbara’s shoulders seemed permanently tense, and usually a sly touch of Melissa’s hand over hers could help dispel some of that. But Melissa was quieter than usual, picking at her salad and forking it into her mouth aggressively, quickly, as if she was running out of time with every lunch period. 

If Barbara and Melissa were talking, it wasn’t in the staff room. 

Then Ava burst in, and Janine felt something flip in her stomach. The day really couldn’t get worse if she tried.

Ava frowned when she saw that Janine wasn’t outside with the kids. 

“Janine, what the hell are you doing in here?” 

Truth is, Janine had practically begged Ashley to watch the kids. 

Ashley had frowned as she looked Janine up and down. “Isn’t that your job today?” 

Then she noticed Janine’s fingers moving slower than usual and her teeth chattering. The wind had been so cold that it made the inside of the elementary school a bit chillier, since the heater had decided to die right before winter started, and Janine was cold again. Ashley sighed, as if it were the most inconvenient prospect ever, but then she took the lunch shift. 

“It’s cold.” That’s all Janine could get out before she felt her teeth chattering again. 

Ava’s frown grew deeper. 

“Come with me.”

Janine followed her quickly, her eyes wide, worried Ava would try to get her in trouble for switching with Ashley. Teachers were allowed to switch shifts for lunch duty, so Janine wasn’t sure why that couldn’t also apply to Ashley. Then again, Ava loved to target her, so Janine was sure that Ava could make up some excuse just so that it would go on her record. 

As they walked into Ava’s office, Janine was already rattling off apologies. “Listen, I’m sorry, I’ll take the shift back from Ashley…” 

Ava looked at her with a raised brow. “Girl, you’re shaking so much I thought you were having a seizure. That is not why you’re here.” She looked around, making sure that the camera crew was out of sight, and when she saw an empty hallway, her posture relaxed. 

She seemed to be digging around for something in one of her cabinets, and with each shuffle, Janine found herself bouncing on the balls of her feet and twisting her fingers together, growing more and more anxious. 

Then Ava held out a dark turtleneck. Janine almost didn’t comprehend it, even when Ava was looking at her and then back at the sweater and then back at her. 

Wait. 

Ava was giving her a sweater?

Janine couldn't prevent her eyes from widening as she took the sweater from the taller woman quickly, as if Ava would revoke the garment the moment Janine latched onto it. 

It was soft, it was warm, and it smelled vaguely floral and musky. Like Ava. 

“Thank you,” Janine breathed, taking off her outer jacket and sliding the turtleneck over her beige sweater, sighing as she felt its warmth wrap around her. 

“Don’t mention it. I’m serious, or I’ll take it away and let you get hypothermia.” 

Ava was dead serious, her tone leaving no room for argument, but her eyes were soft. As if watching Janine’s small body drown in her sweater somehow made Ava fond of her. 

When Janine re-entered the staff room, beaming, Barbara and Melissa exchanged knowing looks while Jacob looked confusedly at Janine’s new sweater. 

“Wait, isn’t that Ava’s?” He asked, pointing towards Janine, and then his eyes got wide. 

“Pay up, Mr. C,” Melissa said with a smirk, holding her hand out smugly. Jacob huffed as he handed Melissa a $10 bill. 

“What… what did you bet on?” Janine asked confusedly, and Melissa sent her a cocky smirk. 

“I knew Ava liked ya, hon. And I knew the moment you came in shivering that she’d do something about it. Looks like I was right.” 

Jacob threw his hands up, defensive. “I didn’t think she liked any of us.” 

Mr. Johnson shook his head at Jacob’s loss, clicking his tongue disappointedly, while Gregory looked at Janine with his characteristic wide-eyed expression, a smile just forming on his lips. 

Janine used to feel something for that smile. She still did, a little. 

But when Ava walked in, the entire room going silent, Janine felt her stomach do the flip again. It was more powerful, made her feel more anxious and nauseous at the same time. When Ava looked at her with a nearly blank expression, her eyes still soft, Janine knew what she wanted.