#bc kennedy HIDES IT WELL

[wexhappyxfew]

kennedy (mentally) as she’s talking to john ‘bucky’ egan after interrogation:

kennedy AFTER the silver bullets crew asks her why she was talking to john ‘bucky’ egan:

[that-sarcastic-writer]

A Love Game

DI!Single!Dad!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Teacher!Reader

Summary: You hear a glimpse of Leon's relationship with his daughter. And later he makes you a proposal you just can't refuse

Warnings: mild sexual content, still minors dni, brief phone sex, allusions to sex, Leon has a mouth on his as always, bit of soft!dom leon, mostly Leon being a soft dad on this one, foul language (as always), no use of y/n

WC: 3k

A/N: so I'm totally in love with this dynamic! And yalls support was insane. I literally wrote two separate drafts of a continuation of these two and whichever I finished first was gonna be posted, so the light smut one won bc I'm tired atm and didn't feel like sitting in front of my computer for 6 hours🙃 so this short part will have a second part to it with full spicy time. And another standalone part with these two (coffee and other things) having some more spicy time is also in the works, so stay tuned. Besitos <3

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Leon blinked slowly, his eyes now starting to grow sore from staring at the bright computer screen for so long. But he just hadn't had time to finish this stupid report. Sure, he has had two whole days to get it done, but with a tiny human clinging to his arm every waking minute, it was a bit more complicated than he thought. But he couldn't possibly ignore his little girl when he barely had the time to be with her without having to worry about stopping some mad scientist with too much time in their hands. He didn't mind though. His little girl was more important than anything else. 

Still, he took advantage of the little window of time he had now. He had given Isabella dinner a little over an hour ago. Then left her in the dining room to finish her homework. She had always been a smart girl, responsible with her homework, she never fussed when he asked her to do it, so it didn't worry him in the slightest to leave her to do her own thing. She tended to get distracted when he was around anyway. 

Though, maybe an hour had gone by when he heard tiny feet pad bare through the wood floors and he saw a mess of chocolate brown strands sticking from its bun peek above his computer screen. He slowly lowered the screen until it was almost shut and he was met with a pair of sapphire eyes that were a replica of his own. He raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Daddy." She took a step closer to him, her eyes big like she wanted to ask him something. 

Leon sat up fully, setting his laptop aside and nodded at her, giving her his full attention now. "What's up bee?" 

"Can I.. uhm.. I can play with your switch now?" She asked, dark lashes batting as she fiddled with her hands. As if she had to give him puppy dog eyes for him to say yes. He kept his face serious though. 

"You wanna play on my switch?" She nodded. He ran his fingers over his light stubble as if he was thinking real hard, he pursed his lips in thought. "I dunno hun, did you finish your homework?" 

"How did you know I had homework?" She asked with an adorable frown on her face, it took Leon all of his willpower not to break then. 

"Well I do now." He slipped a smile and she pouted. He couldn't help but chuckle at his little girl. He took her in his arms and sat her on his lap. "Well I knew before. Wanna know how?" 

Her head perked up. "How?" 

Leon leaned into her ear with a smile, "'Cause dads know everything about their little girls." He pressed a kiss to the side of her hair and set her back on her feet. "But yeah, Miss Pretty Teacher told me." 

"That's cheating!" She whipped her head around with a gasp and glared at him. He again couldn't hide his laugh. 

"Yeah alright, you caught me," he raised his hands up at her in surrender. "You can play on the switch for a bit. Do you remember how to turn it on?" 

Izzy proudly nodded and skipped over to the large TV hooked up to the living room. The TV had been on, nothing playing, but just on, since Leon had intended to play some white noise in the background but never actually loaded up anything. He switched to the right input as he watched Izzy turn on the Switch. It took her a second to remember how, but she was happily skipping back to the couch with the controllers as the loading screen came up before Leon could get up to help. He shook his head to himself, but he puffed out a breath when Izzy jumped on his lap, rather hard, the little girl giggling when he groaned. 

"Jesus Christ, when did you get so big?" He chuckled, fixing her on his lap so she wouldn't fall and watched as she scrolled through the games until she found Mario Kart. 

"I turned seven in October, remember?" She piped up, genuinely reminding him of such an important date, as if he would ever forget. He nodded. 

"I know, Izzy. I took you to Dave and Busters with Amara, remember?" 

"Oh. Yeah, you're right. That was fun. We should go again sometime! Please daddy?" She turned her head to look at him with this smile on her face and her big blue eyes. 

God, what did he ever do to deserve this kid? 

He pressed his lips to her forehead and nodded. 

"'Course. I'll talk to Amara's mom, okay?" 

He watched as Izzy excitedly nodded and cheered happily before she got lost in the game in front of her. He didn't mind her having screen time. It wasn't like she had an iPad glued to her face twenty-four-seven. He let her play once or twice a week, and maybe a third if he was feeling like playing with her. And she was more than happy to spend that time with her dad. 

Tonight he wasn't really feeling playing, so he watched her do her best. To her, she was the biggest winner there ever was, throwing turtle shells and bombs at practically nothing and hitting the wall with every curve, but she had fun with it, so he let her be, cheering her on whenever she finished a race, even if it was in ninth or eighth place. 

Maybe thirty minutes had passed when he felt his phone buzz beside him. He took his eyes away from the colorful screen to look at his phone. It lit up with a text, and his smile grew wide at the name. 

My pretty teacher. 

He grabbed his phone and quickly opened the conversation. You had been texting back and forth all day, for days now, after what he considered a perfect first date, but he just hadn't gotten around to match your schedule to plan another date. So you had resorted to texting and maybe calling once here and there. But God, he was really missing you right about now.

My pretty teacher: sorry, I went to dinner with my mom and sister. And I just got home. Hru? 

He bit his lip as he attempted to type into his phone one handed. 

Me: It's fine. I'm ok. With izzy. 

My pretty teacher: awww🥰 

Me: Can you call? I'm texting with one hand at the moment. 

You saw the message, and he could see the three text bubbles appear and disappear. Until they didn't come back. He mentally grimaced at himself, maybe the idea of talking to him while Isabella was there made you uncomfortable? Shit. He hadn't thought about that. Christ, he hadn't dated in so long he had forgotten that being a single dad wasn't exactly the biggest turn on. No matter how much one liked kids. 

His anxiety riddled brain stopped racing when he saw your contact name pop up on his screen as his phone started ringing. He grinned to himself. He glanced at Izzy— her full attention was still on her game, he shrugged and answered the call. He set his phone down, still having one ear bud in from when he was working on his laptop. 

"Hey Miss." He spoke first, his heart racing in his chest a bit. 

"Hi Leon." He could hear the smile in your voice. That shy smile he thought was the prettiest thing. 

"You busy?" He asked, still a bit worried he was interrupting you in the middle of something. Though the indistinct sound of TV playing in the background let him know that maybe you weren't that busy. 

"Not really. I got home a little bit ago so I was just about to run myself a bath." You answered, walking back and forth between your bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. "You?"

Leon tried his hardest not to think about your words too much. Not right now. 

"Nah. Just watching Izzy play on my switch. She's kicking ass in Mario Kart." He heard you blurt out a giggle, which made him chuckle, but what made him actually laugh was Izzy shooting him a frown over her shoulder. 

"Daddy, that's a no-no word." 

Leon snapped his head down at Izzy and he frowned, not sure if he heard her correctly, "What's that bee?" 

"I said that's a bad word."

"What is?" 

"Ass." 

Leon almost snorted at the way she said the word. With a frown and her lips pursed. He didn't care if she said bad words or not. He sure as hell said them all the time, but he encouraged her not to repeat what he said, in front of other people, at least. He narrowed his eyes at her. 

"So don't say it. I'm an adult. I can say them." When she kept looking at him, he placed a hand on top of her head and —gently— turned her head back towards the TV screen, despite her protest. "Keep playing your game, Isabella. Or you can't sit on my lap anymore." 

All Leon could hear was you attempting to muffle your laughter, but he could hear your giggles loud and clear. He only rolled his eyes, but he had a tiny smile of his own. 

"C'mon don't laugh, being a parent is hard. Are you the one teaching her this no-no bull— B.S?" He caught himself, closing his eyes when you laughed even more, now not even bothering to hide it. 

"I have to! I have a swear jar, I'm sorry. I gotta set an example." 

He actually laughed at this, remembering the mouth you had on you when he had you on his bed. 

"Yeah, well, you weren't so pure and innocent when you were screaming—" He caught himself again, his own eyes widening when he remembered Isabella was right there and he sighed out softly. "Give me an hour and I'll give you the answer you deserve, Miss." 

You stayed quiet for a second, not because he offended you, but because you needed a second to breathe and control the heat that flashed between your legs at his insinuation. You exhaled deeply before responding. 

"You're what again? Playing Switch with Izzy? 

Leon hummed in response. "She is. She's sitting on my lap so I'm being forced to watch." 

"I'm not forcing you!"

"On your game, Isabella. Stop listening to my conversation." 

"Does she have her own Switch or something?" You asked, now sitting on the edge of your bathtub as hot water poured from the faucet. 

"No. It's my Switch. But I leave it in the living room so she can play sometimes." He answered you with a shrug you obviously couldn't see. 

You chuckled softly, "How old are you again?" 

"Thirty-eight, but that's besides the point. I barely have time to use the thing. I mostly bought it for Izzy." He wasn't lying— entirely. He sometimes played, late at night by himself when he wanted to drown himself in a bottle of whiskey. He would choose to play a game to blow off steam instead of getting drunk with his little girl sleeping in the next room or passing out drunk at some shitty bar. 

"I'm very convinced by that." You snorted, making him sigh out at you.

"Hmph. Whatever. You wouldn't understand how cathartic throwing green turtle shells at tiny cars can be." 

"Oh I bet." 

"Daddy?" You heard Isabella's voice through the phone and your heart warmed.

Leon looked down at Izzy, "Yeah?" 

"Who are you talking to?" She asked with genuine curiosity, her very glorious race tournament now over and her attention was on him. 

He heard you go silent, most likely having heard the little girl and he sighed out, his eyes landing up on the ceiling for a second as he thought of his answer. 

"Just a friend, bee." He ultimately decided on that answer. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being with you, not at all, but Izzy was still young, and even he knew there had to be a proper introduction of you outside of your teacher role. He actually wanted to do this the right way.

"You fuck my brains out last week and I'm just a friend now?" He heard you comment in his ear and he groaned out. 

"C'mon, that's not fair." He leaned back into the couch, his forearm over his eyes now as he basically had two women all over him, pressing him with way too many questions for his liking. 

"I'm just giving you a hard time, Leon. I get it." There was humor in your voice, lightheartedness and even though he couldn't see you, he had a feeling you had that gentle smile on your lips. That eased the pressure on his chest. 

"Listen sweetheart, it's almost Izzy's bedtime," His eyes were on Izzy now, and with his eyes he was nudging at her to start wrapping up her game. She pouted, but didn't otherwise fuss. "Call you in an hour?" 

You both had this dumb, lovesick smile on your face, if only you could see the other.

"I'll be up."

The warm water, the foaming body wash and the intoxicating smell of your favorite candle had done wonders to relax you. When you left the bathtub you felt like a whole new person. Though there still this tug of butterflies in your stomach as you anxiously waited for Leon to call you. 

You sat on the edge of the tub, warm and fluffy robe wrapped around your naked body as you mindlessly scrolled through your social media for a little while before you decided to check out for the night. You nearly slipped right off the tile when your phone buzzed and you felt a cold shiver run down your spine. 

"Hey, sorry about, y’know, earlier. Izzy and I are like that." You smiled at the sound of Leon's voice, now a bit hushed but more relaxed and carefree, like he now could say whatever the fuck he wanted. 

"It's okay. It was cute, hearing how you talk to her. You're sweet." You smiled to yourself, and you could hear him breathe out a soft laugh, most likely a bit flustered by your words, but he otherwise didn't show it. "You put her to sleep though?" 

"Yeah, I stayed with her 'til she fell asleep. I'm in my bedroom now, about to take a shower." He said the words slowly, with purpose, like he wanted you to think about it like he had been thinking about you, taking that bath. "So, you take your bath yet?" 

"Yeah, it was nice. I definitely needed it. I could've used some company though." You bit your lip, testing his reaction. There was silence, then he hummed. 

"Yeah? That so?" Now it was your turn to hum in agreement, your legs instinctively closing as you tried to soothe the ache between your thighs. "I'm sure you could've. Would've been nice to have someone hold you, right? Have someone leave kisses on your wet skin, say how good you're doing while getting your pretty pussy fingered?" 

You couldn't hold back the moan that left your throat at his words, and your free hand instantly traveled down, stopping at your belly. 

"Oh, that's a sound I'll never get tired of hearing. Fuck, you're already moaning for me and I'm not even there to give you a reason." He exhaled out a chuckle, his hardening cock starting to press against his sweatpants. 

"Fuck, I really wish you were here." You sighed out, your hand itching closer towards your already wet cunt, but you knew it wasn't your touch you ached for. It was Leon's. 

"Yeah? Why's that?" 

You whined softly, your phone almost slipping off your grip as your head fell to the side. "Leon…" 

"Tell me." 

"Because… I really, really, need you to touch me, hold me, ugh— I just need you to fuck me, Leon." 

Leon clenched his fist as his side, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he listened to your desperate words, and the sound shot straight to his cock. Fuck, he'd be lying if he said he didn't need you, too. 

"Goddamn baby," He grunted softly, his hand now brushing the front of his sweats, where his cock strained against the material, and he tried to muffle the sound between his teeth, but you heard it anyway. "You have no fucking idea how much I've been wanting to ruin that pussy of yours again. It's actually driving me crazy." 

You shuddered, the ache between your legs starting to become unbearable. "I really want to see you too, baby." 

Leon closed his eyes, biting his lip raw as he thought fuck it. He could explain in the morning. 

"Fuck it, just fuck it. Wanna take the drive here? I swear I'll give you exactly what you need and it'll be so worth it." 

You'd like to think you were a rational person, you always thought things through twice, three times if necessary. You didn't take risks, much less acted in a way that could be considered immoral, but for Leon? Fuck, for that man you would become the biggest whore in this world if it meant he would take you just one more time. 

"Be there in thirty." 

Fuck it. 

Sneak peek of A Love Game Part II, coming soon

His lips were hard on your own, messy on your jaw, like he didn't know which part he wanted to kiss more. Your fingers were entangled in his perfectly soft honey brown strands, already melting under his touch. His hand came up under your jaw to grip your face in place, long fingers sprawled out over your neck. He pulled you back by your face and his eyes were hard on you, with this mixture of authority and utter need to fuck you. He could be both. 

"This is how this is gonna be. I'm going to throw you on that bed and fuck you the way you deserve. But I better not hear a single fucking sound leave those pretty lips of yours. Not tonight. Got it?"

Stay tuned for upcoming parts lovelies. Besitos<3

[heartsforhavik]

yandere! re2 leon kennedy x reader

✰ warnings: stalking, sub leon, slightly nsfw but not smut, leon is a creepy masochist, kidnapping, no use of y/n or name, gender neutral reader, not proofread bc it's 2 am for me rn

✰ summary: you were never very close to leon, but you harbored some feelings for him. but your entire view on him changes when you get invited to his place and you find out how he truly feels about you...

✰ a/n: remember when i used to be a havik account? good times. also i still *only* take reqs for mk1 characters. ik i wrote genshin and now i'm writing resident evil, but i am not entirely comfortable with taking reqs for them yet soooo here's me just dipping my toes into the waters of those fandoms. still sticking to mk1 tho. for now. also it's been a hot minute since i played re2 so if it's ooc i apologize.

leon thought you looked so pretty in your sleep. you looked completely peaceful and unbothered. your bedsheets covered your entire body except for your ethereal face, which he could stare at all day. the moon provided a dim glow through your window, giving leon a clear view of your entire bedroom while you slept. sure it may be creepy or a bit stalker-ish of leon to watch you sleep, but he couldn't help it! you were just so irresistible. if only you knew how much he loved you, and how he was capable of protecting and providing for you. he has the potential to be the best boyfriend to you. but you didn't even know him that well, and he was fully aware of that fact. so that's why he suddenly got an idea while he watched you sleep that night. it was a brilliant idea. he could invite you to his place and gain your trust! leon didn't want to waste any time, so he would immediately ask you first thing in the morning.

when you woke up that morning, you got a call from leon a few minutes after you got out of bed.

"i know it's a bit early in the morning, i hope you weren't sleeping... if so, i'm really sorry. i mean, i didn't know when to call you because i didn't want to bother you but at the same time i just really wanted to ask you something." leon rambled.

"no worries, leon. you could never bother me. besides, i just got out of bed. this was so perfectly timed, it's almost as if you memorized my sleep schedule." you joked.

"oh, yeah, that's crazy. imagine that," leon chuckled nervously. "um, anyway, i was just thinking... would you like to come over to my place later? i just thought that we know each other a little bit, but i'd like to get to know you more, since i think you're pretty cool and stuff, so, uh, yeah..." he trailed off, waiting for an answer.

upon hearing his proposal, you lit up in excitement. you always thought he was cute and wanted to get to know him, but you were too nervous to make the first move. this was a great opportunity.

leon was nervously fiddling with his fingers as he waited for your response. the longer you took to respond, the more his anxiety grew. he could feel the sweat forming on his skin and his chest tighten. what if you weren't interested in him in that way? was he being too forward? were you too busy?

you took a deep breath before you finally responded, mustering up the courage to say something. "i'll visit in a couple hours. i'll see you then, leon." you responded quickly, hanging up the phone and getting ready to see him.

leon's heart almost jumped out of his chest when you finally responded. he dropped his phone and immediately got to work, cleaning his place and hiding the pictures of you sleeping and your old clothes in a box under his couch.

he worked very hard to tidy everything up, wanting it to be perfect for you. only the best for you.

when he finished cleaning, he sat on the floor in front of his door like a puppy waiting for its owner. he patiently waited for you to knock on the door and come in, even though it would be a couple more hours until you arrived.

after a few hours of leon not moving a single inch, you finally arrived. as soon as your knuckles grazed the door to knock, leon swung it open with superhuman speed.

"thanks for coming! i hope the weather wasn't too harsh on you." leon greeted, stepping aside to let you in. he didn't actually know if the weather was harsh or not, he just said the first thing that came to his mind to start a conversation with you.

"thanks... and uh, the weather isn't bad at all. it's just a bit windy." you responded, awkwardly standing by the door.

leon was trying his hardest to act calm, but his heart was racing and he could feel his palms getting sweatier and sweatier. you were standing right next to him! and you were alone together! he could've just died right then and there. instead of watching you through your window, you're right in front of him! instead of breaking into your house and stealing and sniffing your clothes, he can just smell you right by him! he was in heaven.

for a couple hours, you both spent time together by watching movies and chatting, getting to know each other more and more. leon even ordered dinner for you both, and somehow he got your favorite food, and he claimed it was just intuition. it didn't even feel like hours had passed, since you were both enjoying yourselves.

"so, uh, do you like this movie?" leon awkwardly spoke up, as you both sat on the couch in front of his tv. you simply smiled and nodded, too tired to respond. it was a random film that you weren't familiar with, and you watched it in silence next to him. you were both clearly tired after that long day, but leon didn't want you to leave just yet. so he started awkwardly starting new conversations or asking you questions, hoping to keep your attention on him. he loved the amount of attention you already gave him that day, and he was still giddy that you agreed to visit him in the first place. all he needs to stay happy is for you to look at him. but you were literally sitting on his couch and spending time with him, and it just made him so overwhelmed with joy. it gave him hope that you could work as a couple someday, and you would never know about his unorthodox antics to get to this point.

or at least that's what he thought.

at some point, leon excused himself to the restroom and left you boredly swinging your legs back and forth on the couch. but you felt your leg kick something hard underneath the couch. when you decided to investigate, you found a hidden box. curious as to why it was hidden, you decided to open it and look inside.

big mistake.

you found some old clothes and underwear that you thought you lost, pieces of your hair, various pictures of you sleeping, a few grocery lists and paperwork that you thought you threw away, and even pages ripped out of leon's journal describing his dark fantasies of you. some of it had some mysterious white stains on it. it was disgusting, and it made you sick to look through it. you thought leon was just a cute sweetheart, but it turned out he was a stalker and a creep. you were so shocked, that you didn't know what to do. should you run? call someone? but it was unsafe, because he clearly knew your address and a lot of your personal information. you had no idea what to do, so you stayed frozen in shock.

when leon returned, he saw the horrified look on your face and saw the box in your hands. his heart dropped. you knew his secret.

"shit. oh my god, uh, it's not what you think. i swear, i just, uh, fuck..." leon stammered, dropping down to his knees in shame.

"what the fuck is this? how long have you been stalking me, you fucking creep?" you yelled, standing over his shaking form.

"haah.. i... uh.." leon seemed to be breathing weirdly, and you weren't sure if it was out of anxiety or pleasure.

"and this," you picked up one of the pages from his journal and waved it in front of his face. "what the fuck is this? you are so fucked up... are you in love with me or something? or is it just some weird ass sexual obsession?"

"i.. i do love you! of course i do! this isn't how i wanted you to find out, but i really do love you! please don't take it the wrong way. i don't want to hurt you, i just want to be with you. i want to feel you and- and spend every waking moment of my life with you.. please don't hate me." leon begged, grasping onto your leg pathetically.

"you're sick in the head. and you're nothing but a pathetic stalker." you scoffed. all the trust and affection you had for him went out the window after you opened that box. there was no way he can get your trust back. hell, you were willing to cut contact with him and move to another country at that point.

"fuck... okay, maybe i am.. but, uh... shit." leon struggled to get his words out, as he felt aroused by your degradation. he never thought it would feel so good to have you yell at him. he could barely even speak, it just felt euphoric for you to scold him for his actions. you expected him to panic, but he seemed to have mixed feelings about the situation. he was still horrified that you discovered his dirty secret, but he had stars in his eyes the more you screamed at him.

"oh my god... you're a masochistic freak, huh? you like it when i yell at you? god, you're so fucked up." you spat, grabbing his collar and lifting him up to your level.

leon whimpered at the sudden contact, not responding to your degredation and simply squirming at your touch.

you sighed. "are you going to explain yourself? or are you just going to keep babbling nonsense?"

after getting no response, you dropped him and started to grab your things and leave.

"i.. i love you so much!" leon blurted out. "please don't leave! i promise, i can make it up to you! i'll do whatever you want! i can uh... i can provide for you! you won't have to lift a single finger for the rest of your life! and uh... i can cook and clean! sort of. i'll learn how to take care of you. i'll show you that i can be a good boyfriend if you let me! please, just love me! i did all these things for you and i promise i will stop if you want me to! please, don't leave."

leon stood in front of the door and desperately held you in place, not wanting to let you leave.

if you chose to stay, leon would be overjoyed. he would keep his promise and make it up to you, spending the rest of his life protecting you from harm and doing anything to keep you happy. your well-being is his number one priority, he'd make himself look like a fool if it meant getting a smile out of you. just let him love you. you don't need to give him anything in return!

if you chose to leave, leon would be a sobbing, sulking mess for about an hour or two before he decided on what to do. he still had all of your information. he knew pretty much everything about you. he would probably do something to force you into being with him, such as faking your death and kidnapping you. you have nobody else now. you have to be with leon now. he is the only one that still loves you and will keep you happy. even if you're mad at him now, he has hope that someday you will warm up to him and be willing to have a relationship with him. he'll wait patiently for that day to come.

[m4sonn]

The Gang During Quarantine (the outsiders)

What the gang would’ve been doing during quarantine

(Thanks to my friend @peachyponyboyy whom I collaborated with with for this and the projects like it)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺ ᴳ : Ponyboy

• scared as hell of getting the vid.

• refuses to go outside.

• hoards hugeee stacks of books, he stole darrys old dvd’s from when he was a kid.

• reads every single book he can get his sticky little hands on.

• shut in his room most of the time bc “everyone else is a ‘distraction’ to his peace…”

• Went through the E-Boy 2021 phase.. Got a nose ring out of spite, Darry got piiiiissed but oh well, it kinda suited him.

• bought a bunch of strawberry cow shit and now hides them in his closet out of shame, he’s still relentlessly teased by everyone but especially Sodapop

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Sodapop

• tbh? He doesn’t really do much

• Just invites steve over and they get on everyone’s ass

• Sometimes when he’s really bored he’ll try on the clothes he doesn't wear much that sit in the abyss he calls his closet and pose in front of his mirror (Did I serve or did I serve?)

• Totally learned tiktok dances (still knows the renegade, even after 4 years..)

• Became one of the POV tiktokers like skyyjade but stopped in early 2023

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Darry

• cooks sooo much more than usual

• he’ll literally take out cookbooks from like 3 generations back.

• Does the “aesthetic” workouts if he’s bored

• grocery shopping a lot because he’s the only one who responsibly does it, he likes when Ponyboy goes with him but he barely does since Ponyboy is terrified of getting sick now.

• Got a pair of airpods during quarantine and loves listening to music through them, they're glued to darry now.

• He is a god at baking.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Dally

• Ngl he didn't change at all

• sneaks out a lot though.

• darry knows but does not have any shits left to give.

• hates cops even more than he did before

• Would definitely go to the protests with a gun locked and loaded.

• Surprisingly he keeps a tidy space.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Johnny

• watches a lot of tv

• and listens to music a lot

• scared as hell of getting the ‘vid

• Locks himself in his room

• Probably had a slight depressive episode, i feel like his brain needs to stay stimulated or else he just crumbles.

• Had a gacha phase during quarantine and had a semi-famous YouTube channel (also gacha), he never EVER told ANYONE. Not even ponyboy

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Two-bit

• very ecstatic because he can actually just watch mickey mouse clubhouse the whole day

• sneaks out sometimes to get beer and cancer sticks.

• if mickey isn’t on he’ll watch lilo and stitch

• eats like a goddamn pig, but everyone does so who tf cares

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Steve

• He tries to be helpful because he knows darry isn’t just gonna keep baking all the sweets he makes.

• so he tries to learn how to bake

• Bad idea (almost burned everyone alive)

• apart from that he just fucks around with soda

• That's when they found resident evil…and all the leon kennedy edits…they have gotten into arguments over this man.

[leondickrider]

he's a dangerous pretty boy!!! | leon s kennedy x gn!reader

💭 . . . idk what to say but i was thinking of the time me and my friend broke into a house when we were 7 while i wrote this xx | 🎧 pretty boys - yena | wc. 531

synopsis: you are in raccoon city and you meet a dangerous pretty police office aka mr kennedy

before reading: fluff ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞ based in re2r, no gender specified but reader is wearing a dress so, proofread | warnings: leon is too cute, a zombie blows up so slight gore but it's not detailed at all bc erm !! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟♡

You rushed throughout the Raccoon City Police Department, dodging zombie after zombie. “How many of these things are there?” You muttered to yourself, glancing at your once light blue dress that was now stained in blood. Your sandals now soaked from the puddles of blood you have ran through. You jumped when you heard a door creaking open. You quickly hid behind a table on the ground and covered your face. 'Please don’t be a zombie. Please don’t be a zombie. Please don’t be a zombie.’

You heard a voice, finally, a human voice. “Hey, is somebody in here?” A masculine voice said. You looked around the table and saw him, a police officer with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was covered in grime and blood, but you could tell he was very attractive. He could best be described as a pretty boy.

“H-hello?” You replied quietly, climbing out of your hiding spot. The person sighed, relieved from the situation. He rushed to help you get up and smiled when he looked at your face. “Are you alright?” He asked, concerned etched across his face. You nodded and mumbled, “I am, are you okay? That’s a lot of blood.” You observed his wounds. He chuckled, “Forget about that. My name is Leon, Leon Kennedy.”

You looked at him, a closer position this time. He had amazing cheekbones, a perfect jawline and his shoulders were rather broad. You admired his pretty blue eyes, and your gaze began shifting down. His lips were very plump to say the least. You thought his moles were cute as well. He was precious.

“I’m [full name], it’s nice to meet you Leon.” You introduced yourself. Suddenly you fell into a giggle fit and he looked at you with a confused expression. He began softly laughing from your laughter and managed out a few words, “Why are you laughing?” You continued laughing very hard, before forcing yourself to stop laughing, or at least stop laughing as hard. You forced out some words, “It’s just… We’re in a zombie apocalypse and I’m over here introducing myself so formally.”

He suddenly started laughing harder as well, making you laugh harder. His laughter was so contagious and even with the hoards of zombies that could be waiting outside of this window you couldn’t help but feel safe here with him.

Without warning, the door slammed open, and a zombie limped in the room, going straight for you. Leon quickly took his shotgun out and shot the zombie in the head once, making the zombie’s head blow up completely. You stared in disbelief with teary eyes, still shocked from the event. It was all so fast that you couldn’t fully comprehend it until Leon placed his hand on your shoulder and he took your jaw to turn your face, so the zombie was away from your vision.

He gave you a comforting smile and caressed your chin. “It’s okay… I’m here… I’ll keep you safe.” He spoke in a soft tone, making you feel better. He wiped your eyes with his thick fingers, and you blushed slightly. He wasn’t only a pretty boy.; he was a dangerous pretty boy.

omg that ending line is literally awesome wtf 🏷️ @luvrfaries

reblogs and replies always appreciated ty <3

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[thiefbird]

platonic renown trio, “but I know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done” from your list?

Ooooooooohhh this is so good

(also might be a little bit more pre-slash than purely platonic because Bush has complex feelings about Hornblower just. canonically) have some William Bush character study my friend; i listened to Damage Gets Done on repeat almost the entire time i wrote this, other than the bits where i rewatched Mutiny and Retribution for Research Purposes

(under a cut bc it got long - and possibly not entirely connected to its prompt; Bush decided to instead just dwell on his junior lieutenants a bunch in general)

Should I write a sequel to this? Maybe touching on how Horatio's mood might effect the infamous Kingston Debauch in a Dead Kennedy universe? I have Thoughts but this ended up near to 4k words and I needed to end it.

damage gets done (on ao3)

Stepping on board the Renown for the first time, Lieutenant William Bush had had no idea that he would be a different person by the time he reached Jamaica. He had been the same person, more or less, for the entire thirty-five years of his life so far; expecting to continue as he had was only reasonable.

But that was before he had met Hornblower: being dashed to the deck by a total stranger had not seemed like a likely catalyst for personal change at the time, unless caused by a knock on the head; looking back now, he felt he ought to have known, ought to have guessed. But instead he had been ruffled by Hornblower's oddities, peevish towards Mr Kennedy's facetiousness, and fully cemented himself into the role of outsider he so resented those first months.

They were an unlikely pair on the outside, Hornblower and Kennedy. Hornblower was an awkward, serious sort of man, private and reserved to a fault - and Bush had indeed seen it as a fault - where Kennedy was quite the opposite; Bush didn't think he heard a single earnest word from the fourth lieutenant's lips before he'd been on the Renown a month, unless the captain was present. And yet in practice they were as well together as any two men Bush had served with - he was unsurprised to learn they had been mids together at the start of the war, and shared most of their postings since.

He had been obscurely envious of such a friendship - coming up before the mast as he had created a gap between him and the other officers, one that he'd done his best to hide in his years as lieutenant, but one that he felt sorely - and had resolved to look down on the younger officers. Lieutenant Buckland made for poor company, too harassed by his rank, and Bush had resigned himself to a dull, lonely assignment within a week of coming aboard Renown.

Even now, many months later, he almost regretted that he had been wrong. But Captain Sawyer had proven to be a shell of himself, and he had somehow found himself in the unenviable position of plotting mutiny alongside an incompetent premier and the reckless youth of lieutenants Hornblower and Kennedy.

Reckless was perhaps putting it a little strong; Kennedy, certainly, was impetuous and excitable, a gleam in his eyes that drew Captain Sawyer's ire with a consistency unmatched by the finest timepiece, but Hornblower was anything but. Calculating, conniving, manipulative even, especially in his handling of Lieutenant Buckland; too clever by half, even half dead from keeping continual watch.

He had made a pitiful sight, gaunt and hollow-cheeked, bruises deep under his piercing brown eyes making them appear preternaturally large from under the brown curls of his queue. Compared to Kennedy Bush had thought he looked near corpse-like by the time their plot succeeded, and yet the spark of genius had never burnt low.

Samaná had been the true turning point, where he had gone from outside observer to- perhaps not an equal member, but a close orbiting body of the binary star that made up Hornblower and Kennedy. He had been mistaken, to take Buckland's side against Hornblower's plan, he had seen that almost immediately, and admitting the fault had done much to repair his fellow lieutentants' opinion of him; the desertion of some thirty-odd men had been the perfect opportunity for Hornblower's expert machinations, and Buckland had folded like so many decks of cards in Hornblower's hands.

Kennedy's lascivious grin, the puff of his breath as he laughed at the Spanish solider's importunity, Hornblower's poorly suppressed answering smile - all were the badges of friendship earned, and he had treasured them as he received them lying near prone on a hilltop. They had felt the same pang of hopes dashed as some damned folly aboard Renown - Buckland had never been clear when he explained the mishap - ruined their chance of surprise, and he had felt a similar pang alone when Hornblower and Kennedy had run clear away without explanation: once again he was on the outside of their insular attachment, and he had felt a queer turn at it, one that he could hardly name.

"If you live to see Mr Hornblower-" he'd told Stiles, though he knew not what he had meant to convey before those bitter words had slipped out; "tell him he'll hang from the yardarm," had not been his intention when he started to speak.

The fort had fallen, the Spaniards offered a deal - and predictable as clockwork, Hornblower had seen through it and conceived a counter before the words had left their commander's mouth. And now-

"Alright, are you, Horatio?"

Hornblower's expression was a strange blend of terror and derision when he turned back, Kennedy's mouth fighting to remain bland. "Yes, thank you, Archie." He turned back to the block and tackle hanging over the cliff, and Bush could see how tight his jaw was set from behind.

"I remember when you used to be scared of heights, Mr Hornblower!" Kennedy pronounced, as if an actor in one of the plays he would read aloud in the ward room, despite constant protest. He glanced aside to Bush, laughter clear in his eyes, and Bush felt a smile form despite himself.

Hornblower, too, was smiling regardless of his fear when he turned back once more. "Nothing has changed, Mr Kennedy," he admitted, playing along with his friend's formality. Bush caught his eye and felt a surge of affection for the young man - for he and Kennedy were so very young, if not in years (for Bush had less than ten years on them), then in spirit, a playful exuberance that he could only account to their friendship.

That affection, that long-held desire to be admitted into their intimacy, must have been what sparked his playing along. As Hornblower grasped the hawser and prepared to rappel down to young Wellard's rescue, Bush nudged Kennedy's shoulder with his own and called out. "They say one should always do what one dislikes!" he advised.

"Oh yes?" was the only response Hornblower deigned to give.

Kennedy's grin was in full force now, delighted to have a compatriot in his torment of Hornblower, and Bush knew his was not far behind as he was swept off his feet by his contagious high spirits; he deliberately did not allow his gaze to land on either Hornblower or Kennedy as he spoke. "As a boy, I had to eat turnips."

Hornblower warily began to lower himself down. "Eat them now, do you?" he asked, his voice resigned - but the anxious pitch of it was gone, and some strange tension Bush had not noted in Kennedy before suddenly faded as Hornblower disappeared below the edge of the cliff, replaced by some sort of exhaustion.

"Never touch 'em," Bush said, his voice too low to carry further than Kennedy's ears. Kennedy looked back to him, his face strangely inscrutable until Bush gave up his attempt at controlling his smile; then Kennedy clapped his shoulder, the apparent fatigue entirely absent once more. Bush felt as if he'd passed some obscure test in that moment, and he directed the reassembly of the gun in its carriage with a lighter heart than he'd felt since Captain Sawyer had stepped on board Renown.

The Dons struck, the rebellion attacked, and the fort was to be abandoned the moment it was clear - and Hornblower, the proud, reckless creature, volunteered to set the charges to send the fort to kingdom come. Bush saw Kennedy's face as his friend - their friend? - said the words, and knew his own face echoed that same dawning realization. Kennedy's throwing himself in with Hornblower was instinctive, automatic, and Bush's hardly less so. But Buckland preferred, if preferred was the word to use for so damning a mission and that cold look in their premier's eyes, Hornblower, and Bush felt a shade of Kennedy's palpable terror at the parting; the boy's voice trembled as they shook hands, and not for the first time Bush wondered just how deep their friendship went.

There was a strange moment, as Hornblower turned back to the fort, where Bush felt some strange, foreign urge to touch him, to reassure himself of Hornblower's reality - an urge so strong and strange that he could not resist it: his hand came up of its own volition and brushed the younger man's narrow shoulder as he passed, and he stared dumbly after Hornblower's retreating form until Buckland cleared his throat, giving both him and Kennedy a queer, questioning look. "Well, we had better get this whole... this whole mess cleared away. Bush, Kennedy - you know your duties."

Back on board Renown, they threw themselves into the organising of prisoners with as much appearance of zeal as they could muster, setting men to clear sections of the hold for the carpenter's crew to erect bulkheads. Bush had to reprimand both himself and Kennedy on multiple occasions within those first minutes for near criminal distraction, and he knew they had both caught the cold, hateful look in Buckland's eyes as he shook Hornblower's hand. Finally, in a lull, Kennedy grasped his arm in a desperately tight grip.

"What is it, Mr Kennedy?" Bush asked, and then, feeling his tone had been a little harsh, added with more kindness, "Tell me your mind."

"The men know their work, sir - we would only be in the way, were we to stay below." Kennedy's fingers were still tight around his upper arm.

"You may have a point there. You there! Keep to your tasks, men!" he ordered, and allowed Kennedy to pull him to the companion and then further, into the wardroom. "Now, Kennedy, no more of this - you will tell me what is the matter," he said in a low voice, his ear turned towards the door.

"You know as well as I Buckland will leave him on the island if we give him half a chance. I don't know who has his ear - if the damned fool has been listening to Sawyer or just to that lush of a doctor - but-"

"That is a harsh accusation to make, Mr Kennedy," Bush said, not in reproach, but in warning. Kennedy's mouth opened, the confiding expression wiped away and replaced with a hot, reckless anger, but Bush raised his voice as loud as he dared and continued over his protestations. "But I will concede the point that our acting captain may have his hands too full to spare men to row back. And as we find ourselves at loose ends-"

The tension holding Kennedy in a rigid, spiteful posture dissolved as if strings cut away, and he drooped against the bulkhead. "Thank you, sir," he said quietly, staring down at his hands; they shook like leaves in a gale as they stood in silence for the space of a few dozen breaths. Finally they stilled, and Kennedy looked up, his eyes flashing with that same reckless enthusiasm Bush had once condemned. "Well, what are you waiting for? There's not a moment to lose, if we don't want our acting captain to catch on!"

They walked out as if they were on an important mission, using the natural deference of the hands to have the smallest skiff lowered down the shoreward side of the ship. "That'll be all, Norris, thank you," Bush said dismissively as he climbed over the railing and dropped into the flimsy craft, Kennedy following after and fending them off of Renown's side. Bush took the oars himself, wordlessly indicating for Kennedy to man the tiller, and watched as the great mass of their ship steadily shrank away from them.

"Mr Bush, sir, I wanted to-"

"Do not thank me, Mr Kennedy; I saw that same look. And I think-" Here he hesitated: he worked hard to maintain his rank, had nearly eradicated all traces of his broad accent; to offer such liberties to a junior - and a junior as irreverent as Kennedy, no less - was a risk to all that work. And yet... "I think, while we are risking our necks together a second time, Mr Kennedy, that you may call me William."

Kennedy looked surprised, astonished, at being offered such, and he took a moment to gather himself. Then, with a touch of colour on his cheeks, he inclined his head. "In that case, Will, you-"

"I am warning you, Mr Kennedy-" Bush growled; Kennedy took no notice.

"You may call me Archie," he said, that bright smile firmly in place. "No one calls me Archibald, and if you may use a short form it is only fair I may, too. No need for entire names while we row towards our deaths, now, is there?"

Bush feigned a sigh of disapproval, though he was certain Kennedy- was certain Archie knew better than to be fooled by his attempts by now. "Very well. Archie."

The Renown was only a short distance from the fort's docks, and Archie leaped across to tie the skiff up what felt like mere moments later, offering Bush a hand up as he beamed down. "Sir," he said in a mockery of the white-gloved sideboys as Bush fought with the desire to pull Archie down into the boat in retribution.

"The cheek on you," he muttered as he batted away the offered hand and stepped onto the dock unassisted. "As you said, Archie - no time to lose; we must find Mr Hornblower and lend him our expertise."

"Expertise, Will? I only meant to offer him a boatride," Archie said over his shoulder as he took the stairs towards the fort two at a time.

"Archie! Are you out of your mind?" Bush heard Hornblower shout as he followed Archie up the stairs to where he could hear the fizzling of slow match.

"Very possibly, but we thought you could use the company!" Archie agreed in his play-reading voice. Bush quickly took in the room: barrels of powder stacked, lengths of match trailing from them, and on the other side of the barrels, as Hornblower began lighting another length- He aimed, fired; the revolutionary fell, and he fumbled with his kit to reload.

"Well you've clearly lost your wits, the both of you," Hornblower said brusquely; Archie fired into the smoke and another man fell, barely visible through the acrid cloud.

"I suggest we make our move, gentlemen; it's getting rather warm down here." Bush slipped his reloaded pistol into his gunbelt and gripped Hornblower's elbow momentarily to encourage him to follow.

Together, they ran through the fort and down into the connecting tunnels. The first breath Bush drew of fresh air as Archie helped him climb onto the grass was heaven-sent, and as soon as he gained his feet he was reaching into the smoke-scented pit to grab at Hornblower and heave him out into the sun, just in time for the first rounds to go off. The earth bucked and heaved under their feet with each following explosion, and they ran to the edge of the cliff to hail Renown, eager to escape before they were found and shot.

"She's sailing away!" Hornblower cried, the first to reach the summit.

Bush slowed his sprint as he came up, wary of the cliff's edge, and watched the four ships turn away for the open ocean. "Well..." he began, glancing back at Archie. "Looks like that's it, gentlemen."

He did not regret it, now that the end was in sight. Not the mutiny, not his encouraging of Hornblower's manipulation of Buckland. Certainly not this second mutiny that seemed now to promise their death; he cursed Buckland for a jealous fool, but he was happy to face his death alongside these two brave, bright men. They may not have saved Hornblower, but he at least would not die alone.

"No it isn't, Mr Bush," Hornblower said, his hands on his knees as he gasped against the effects of his run. Then he straightened up, a rare smile, the twin to Archie's near constant smirk, firmly in place. Bush had a momentary feeling of apprehension as he spoke. "Archie?"

Archie's smile was consistently amused; now it looked incredibly fond, as well, as he looked at Hornblower. "I am afraid I think you're right," he said with a disbelieving chuckle, his gaze flickering between Hornblower's face and Bush's own.

"What?" Bush demanded as his apprehension grew into a queer, queasy terror.

Hornblower's dark eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at Bush. "We're gonna jump." His voice was as gleeful as a skylarking midshipman, and Bush wondered at it, that he could not imagine a worse plan, and yet Hornblower had never seemed more alive - more pleased to be alive.

He and Archie jogged a few fathoms away from the cliff's face as Bush mastered himself and peered over the sickening drop to the churning sea below. "Well now who's out of his mind?!"

When he turned back, the other two were stripping down to their shirtsleeves, tossing aside their swords and guns. "See for yourself, Will!" Archie called over the dull roar of the ocean beneath them. "It's only water, you won't break anything!"

"Really..." He turned to join them, hoping to convince them of literally any other mad scheme to escape than this certain death by drowning.

Hornblower beckoned him closer encouragingly. "Come, easier than eating turnips," he said as Bush approached. And then: "Mr Kennedy?"

Before Bush could protest, Archie had him in his arms, spinning him bodily around until Hornblower could grab him by the other elbow, flashing a maniacally beautiful grin. Bush twisted fruitlessly between them, unable to escape. "No, no, gentlemen, I'm sorry, but-"

"On the count of three!" Hornblower said to Archie over Bush's head, ignoring his protests.

"One!"

"No, we're not going to jump-"

Archie continued his count, tensing to start the run up. "Two!"

His grip on Bush's forearm was firm and solid, but Hornblower seemed to think better of his hold, releasing Bush's arm and instead gripping Bush's thick, work-worn hand in his own, long and strangely delicate fingers wrapping around Bush's calloused ones, and effectively extinguishing all Bush's escape attempts out of sheer shock: he did not think his hand had been held since he went to sea - no, Nora had held it when she was small, but that hardly counted. Hornblower gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Despite his bewildered reaction to the almost affectionate hold, he still was capable of putting up some level of protest. "We will not jump, and that's my final word!" he demanded, just as Archie shouted "And three-"

Another charge exploded behind them. " And jump!" Hornblower and Archie said in unison, and charged forwards, dragging Bush between them as they cheered wordlessly.

They cleared the cliff edge and released him to plummet alone, and he felt the loss keenly. "I can't swim!" he yelled, all attempts at dignity gone in the rush of terror as the water rose up to meet him.

Hitting the water shocked him almost insensible, not from the impact but from the strangeness of it; he sank thoughtlessly for a moment before the panic set in and he thrashed ineffectually for the surface. Then two sets of strong arms were around him, supporting him, and he broke the surface gasping. "I can't swim," he repeated as Hornblower and Archie laughed giddily, keeping him afloat as easily as they did themselves - Bush was certain if they did not feel themselves responsible for him they should be playing like mids, splashing and dunking each other in between hails to the ship.

A boat was rowed out to them, and Archie lifted himself in, leaving Hornblower to support Bush on his own while he and the men situated themselves to make more space. "I wanted to say," he started in a strange voice, his arm warm around Bush's waist in the surprising cool of the Caribbean waters. "I wanted to say, sir - thank you. It was good of you to- to keep Mr Kennedy from making an ass of himself."

"Nonsense, Mr Hornblower; Ar-" he cut himself off; the implicit limitations of his granting Mr Kennedy the liberty of his name had ended with their return to the ship - or at least the ship's boat - and he would not do Mr Kennedy the disservice of using such intimate address when he had not extended the offer. "Mr Kennedy only prompted me to do what was right. You should not have been left alone in such circumstances."

Hornblower seemed surprised by Bush's words, and not for the first time Bush felt a pang of regret at his initial behaviour towards the junior lieutenants of Renown; had he been more personable, less concerned with propriety and rank, could he have had these friendships sooner? But before Hornblower could seem to make his mind up to speak, Mr Kennedy was leaning out of the boat and grinning at them. "Pass me Will, would you, Horatio?"

Hornblower blinked at the casual address, but pushed Bush forward until Archie - for if he would not respect the time limits of their intimacy, neither would Bush - could grip him under the armpits and heave him aboard. Bush, still grappling with the remnants of the terror of their plunge, did not allow himself to lie gasping in the bottom of the boat as his instincts demanded; the moment he felt stable he turned to assist Archie in lifting Hornblower's light frame into the narrow gig.

Once they were underway, dripping uncomfortably in the sternsheets, Hornblower turned towards Archie, high spirits still playing about his face and making him look far younger than his twenty-seven years. "'Will', is it? I did not know you and our second lieutenant were such intimates, Archie."

Bush was uncertain how to respond to such a strange manner of address: Hornblower's eyes were fixed firmly upon his face as he spoke, despite ostensibly directing his words to Mr Kennedy. A glance towards Archie, at his left, showed him in a remarkable mimicry of Hornblower's posture, leaning so against the cutter's hull that they were both twisted back and looking at him with an intense humour. "Oh, yes - he granted me the privilege while he rowed me back to save your sorrow soul, 'ratio."

"Hmm." Hornblower did his best to look serious, contemplative, but strong and sincere amusement was such a rare expression on him that Bush caught it at once, and could not believe him. "Well then, Mr Bush; it seems only fair to grant you my own given name - though I beg you will not shorten it so." He threw Archie a glare that seemed only partly in jest.

"Oh, I am sorry, sir - should you prefer 'Horry'?" Archie asked archly, and Hornblower twitched as if he should like to throw himself over Bush to swat at him in retaliation.

Bush felt his lips curling into a small, secret smile of fulfilled desire to be admitted into such confidences - a week ago Horatio would never have let his guard down enough for even so small a betrayal of self, were he in the room. "I would be honoured for you to call me William, then, both of you," he said, adding, "At least when we are not in company, of course; discipline must be maintained amongst the men," in a perfectly bland tone.

Archie huffed, seemingly put out before he caught the sardonic note, and then chuckled. As the boat pulled alongside Renown, he looked more somber. "Well, gentlemen, it is time to face the music."

Buckland's persecution of Hornblower continued from there; he was set to captain all three of the Spanish ships alone, and Bush intervened his apology to their acting captain; as the superior officer, the fault for disobeying orders lay with him - Hornblower had not, in fact, disobeyed any at all.

"It was true to form, if nothing else," Buckland said, his voice strange and frail. "You three: you are so full of yourselves, and of each other... You think me a fool."

It was true, and more true perhaps of Horatio than of any of them, from his position of genius; Bush pitied him, Archie looked down on him, but Horatio? Bush did not think Horatio thought of him at all, except to maneuver around him in order to stay on course, as if he were an inconveniently placed bit of shoal. Buckland was as dangerous, too, as sudden shallows were to the safety of the ship - though not so dangerous as Sawyer's erratic moods had been, like an malignant squall; whatever damage had been done to Renown, to her crew's morale, was not the sin of youthful recklessness, but of frail and unfit officers.

"No one pretends command is easy, sir," Bush said after a pause - damning Buckland by faint praise; he knew Buckland felt the insult keenly, but could not bring himself to any further show of comradery after his treatment of Hornblower.

"I never expected it to be easy." Buckland's voice was mournful, and Bush gave him a shallow bow and excused himself to see to the transfer of stores to the Spanish prizes; Hornblower would have enough on his plate.

[ameonds-dragonn]

Hotd modern au

I got inspired by @sansaorgana she made me fall in love with this au 🥰

For warning, this was something quick I made on my phone so probably ain’t great. But enjoy 💚

We’ve agreed that the Targaryens are rich as fuck, i think it’s old money like the Kennedy’s. Visryes is a huge lawyer and Daemon gives me Wall Street investors or CEO vibes. And Alicent is stay at home mommy that loves her kids. Nrya is Sahm as well but she modeled some I think, not runway model thou.

Aegon is a pothead/frat boy obviously, he only parties at college. Not caring if he graduates or not, Vis probably pays the uni a shit ton of money. Every once in awhile he puts an effort for classes :) He dresses like a frat boy and a stoner had a baby. Slides 99.8% of the time, hoodies that have his frat house name Or university name on it. He owns one part of jeans and slacks(they stay at home 99%). Smells like cigarette smoke, small vanilla notes and whiskey. Knows he can get away with failing school, getting pulled over, screwing girls. He knows Alicent loves him bc he’s her first baby. He’s not dumb as people think he is. He loves his mama too but kinda takes advantage of it.

Aemond is a Harvard baby through and through! Most likely an English major, but he also gives me medical school vibes(personally for me). He puts school first, he knows not everyone can get into Harvard so he appreciates that he did. Ameond is the campus mysterious heartthrob. Girls and gays love him! He’s 6’5, blonde with shoulder length hair, wears leather and black clothing w/sliver rings. Little whore! Also he has his scar on his eye. Obviously dragons aren’t real for us. So Aemond and Luke didn’t fight each other over Vhgar. I’m thinking he lost it on accident, maybe Vis took him and Aegon knife throwing or one of the neighbors kids and him were playing with sticks or something. Personally the scar is what made fall in love with him. It’s him no matter what au it is. It shaped him to who he is as a person. He’s a huge mama’s boy! He don’t hide it either, he loves Alicent.

When he comes home from school for the summer and Christmas, he brings gifts for her and Heleana. Stuff he saw while he was out one Saturday, little trinkets, shoes, books. Anything that reminded him of his mom and sister. Also does this for his S/O, he’s just a sweet emo boy!

Heleana still loves her bugs and other creepy crawlers! We stan Helena the bug queen in this house 💚 she’s the quiet girl that is always reading a book, drawing in her sketch pad. Has earbuds in, but will take them out if anyone talks to her. Loves old English literature and plays. She loves NYC and broadway, she gives me NYU vibes. Definitely lives in NYC but goes upstate a lot bc of nature. Also I think she would be a witch or at least into paganism. Aemond is close to Salem, MA so he goes and gets her stuff from the shops. He has 6 tarot decks that he plans on taking home along with crystals and books he got for her. TSA workers hate Aemond bc he goes over the weight limit with his suitcases.

Alicent, my favorite mom! Okay so, Alicent was Vis’ sugar baby when she was 20ish. Went to school with Nrya and ended marrying her dad. But I don’t think they hate each other in this AU, probably not each other’s fans. I think Nrya and Harwin are together, probably met on a photo shoot set. Harwin was definitely a model or an actor in his day. Anyways! Alicent got pregnant with Aegon before the wedding, you could see her bump in her dress. Vis works 24:7 so Alicent got very close with Aegon as a baby. Aegon looks after her always has! She was very involved with school when the kids were little. PTA mom, sports mom, art/theater mom, she always supports her kids and their activities. Calls them each everyday to see what’s new, are you sick?, how’s the money looking? She used to feel insecure about being a young mom, but now she’s 43 and her kids are in college. She has so much free time now! Definitely the hot mom, also the cool mom(mean girls hey!). Alicent was meant to be a mother, she truly loves her kids and wants the best for them. She don’t give me toxic mother in law vibes

Nrya is the first child of Vis, so he is crazy over her. He’s still in Nrya’s lane, but he talks to the other kids moreish. Nrya became a model her junior year of college. Has been covers of vogue, vanity fair, a bunch of wedding mags. It’s how she met her husband, Harwin. They fell in love and had Jace, Luke, Joff, the twins. Definitely a boy mom but she loves being a mom.

[vxntette21]

BABY KENNEDY ( pt 1 )

A/n: hi!!! This is my first ever story to post on Tumblr and I have been thinking about this cute scenario in my head since tomorrow so I hope you guys like it.

Also English is not my first language so pls be kind and say something if I wrote it wrong. It's been two years since I began to write again so I'm nervous. And I'm still a struggling writer.

Enjoy!!!

Also I'm writing about Leon's and y/n's story too

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Today is the day that their little angel is coming to the world today.

Yeah, you heard it right. Leon and y/n baby.

Y/n was pregnant for 8 months and Leon couldn't believe that he is going to be a father he was so happy.

You were sick for weeks you were puking a lot, not eating well, and feeling nauseous, missing your period, sore and tender.

You started to get think that you might be pregnant.

So you went to the bathroom opened the cabinet below the sink and bring out the pregnancy test, you did the test waiting while you sit on the toilet seat you look at the pregnancy test and it says

"Pregnant"

You gasped while putting your left hand on your mouth while holding the test in your right hand Happy tears were coming from your eyes while you couldn't believe it.

You and Leon were waiting for this for so long and this is finally happening.

you started to get flashbacks of when you and Leon had sex a few days ago before the pregnancy, you both were cuddling after making out your head on his toned chest while you are caressing his chest his warm skin was perfectly against your cold skin making you feel warm and safe.

Leon was stroking your hair softly while his other arm was wrapped around your waist.

His nose was on the top of your head you could feel his soft breath from his nose and some of your hair was moving a little bit from that.

"Y/n?" Leon's whispered

You raise your head from his chest while you hummed looking at him.

"I want to have kids someday." He says looking at you

Your heart melt after he said that you smiled softly while you put your hand on his cheek caressing it.

"I-I really do want to have a kids with you, you can't even understand how much I love you and I can do anything for you, I always wanted to have a family of my own even I know it’s been hard for us before we got married but right now I want a family where just me you and our little baby I can see on my mind that we are happy together with our child you made me believe in love, and trust. you make me feel the happier person in the world right now and I'm so glad that I met you at that night..

You thought about the first time when you and Leon met at Racoon City when Claire was finding you and his brother Chris.

You remember you were hiding in some abandoned building you were 18 by that time becoming a rookie agent wasn't easy even at Racoon city.

Your teams were dead after when you guys went to the headquarters it was completely pitch black inside and a lot of dead people.

You and your teams were feeling suspicious that something is wrong so you and your team decided to split up to look around the headquarters.

After a few minutes one by one your teams died bc of these zombies you were in a locker with your teammate you guys were walking and all of sudden A "thud" sound came from behind you and your teammate quickly turned around while raising your hand with the gun.

You guys slowly went there while you ask who was there then all of a sudden you saw blood on the floor your breath hitched.

There was also a zombie eating someone you could feel your teammate was getting scared.

"what the fuck is that? Oh my God." after when he said that the zombie moved his head up and saw you and then started to growl while quickly getting up and coming up to you.

You quickly aimed the gun at him and shot the zombie a few times then you finally shot the zombie on the head and he collapsed. Dead.

You were so confused that how people turned into zombies? This is how the people at headquarters died and turned like that?

What the hell?

"y/n this is getting fucked up I have to tell other-" Before your teammate could finish the sentence all of sudden a zombie jumped on him from the window and started to eat him while your teammate was screaming, and more and more zombies was coming from the side of the room and windows everywhere!!.

"This is getting out of control what is, happening?" you said as you shot a zombie in the head and stabbed him through his throat to the stomach causing him to collapsed.

Even if one zombie died there was still a lot in the locker room you quickly started to run while dodging the zombies trying to catch you.

Then you got out of the locker room and ran outside from the headquarters before the zombies to kill you.

After getting out from the headquarters you were careful and focused while alot of zombies coming through your way you shot some of them and stabbed a one zombies on the throat after holding behind you.

But you couldn't stop them from coming through you. There were more than 50 zombies outside the government office.

Then you went to the other side of the road while the zombies were chasing you. You were running until you saw a police car you quickly went to the car and got inside.

You were relieved that there was already a car key inside the keyhole so you twisted and start the car.

A lot of zombies were coming in front of you so you kick the accelerator and kicked a lot of zombies out of the way

You sighed heavily feeling calm for now but you were feeling horrible and painful for your teammates.

They never deserve this how the heck Racoon City get like this?

After one hour you were in a city somewhere but you were still in the racoon city all of sudden your car started to stop a little bit and you were confused then your car stopped.

Great out of gas." you thought.

You get out and you thought that you have to find a safe place to stay you also were out of ammo so you have to find a place as soon as possible then you saw a big white building you were thinking that you can find some stuffs that you need it right now so you went inside after killed a old man that was outside the building.

You look around and wow the building was really good it's like a hotel so you went upstairs and look around if there are any armour and zombies there.

You entered a room and saw it was a bedroom everything was white even the walls but it was stained in blood too maybe some family lived here.

As you were looking around for ammo and first aid kit you opened the nightstand beside the bed and look for ammo you found it then you reload the gun, you also found a knife that looks sharp and shiny so you kept it.

Now you only have to find a first and kit and another gun if you can find it, then you look at the wooden wardrobe that was in the corner of the bedroom.

You went there and opened it slowly but all of a sudden a zombie jumped in front of you.

She was in the wardrobe shit!!!

You hold her face to stop her so she won't eat you then you pushed her hard to cause her to fall but then she got up.

You quickly aim the gun at her and shoot her a few times, she was keep coming to you while you shoot her then the gun went empty, you were trying to reload the gun quickly as the zombie was almost close to you before you shot her someone shot the zombie two times behind and she collapsed dead.

You turned around and saw a young guy holding the gun that he aimed at the zombie a while ago.

he looked a little bit old than you but he was too cute.

He was wearing a uniform and it was written in the middle "RPD" in a white logo. He has black hair, blue eyes and his face was charming holy shit ( leon from re2 if you guys get confused)

"Are you okay?" leon says

Yeah, thanks." you said.

"were you looking for someone here?" leon asked

"no, and I was looking for something," you said as you walked forward a little bit.

I'm Leon.....Leon Kennedy" he said as he walked towards to you and moved his right hand to shake, you did it.

"y/n l/n." you said while you shaked his hand. Smiling at him

That's how you both met and after when you said your name Leon understood now that you are Claire's best friend, the one who she was talking about when Leon and Claire were at the car.

Claire did come to the city to find her brother and her childhood friend. Because Chris was somewhere and she talked to you to help her to find her brother.

When Leon told you about Claire you were kinda supraised that he met Claire and now they both were finding you and chris. But since leon found you now three of you can find Chris and get out from this city.

From Leon's point of view when he saw you he felt something that he never felt like that from Ada he does love her but he might love you more than her. He feels you might be the one,

You are something to him.

And now you and Leon are together since 6 years he confessed his love after when you both went to save the president's daughter.

Leon confessed his love to you in a weird shy way after you guys beat the major, he isn't like that but when he's with you he gets nervous and shy and you were a addiction to him that he can't get away.

You both got married in 3 years ago before leon went to the white house for the mission with Jason and shen mey.

And you resigned from the government agency to take a break and joined a government university to teach students in whatever subjects , you only don't teach them, you also teach them how to fight, how to be strong and fearless, cause this world has been completely different and scarred.

You are the youngest teacher in this uni.

You make sure all your of your students are learning about everything you're teaching them that is important in life you are very serious like leon about their education cause it is important.

You're also act like a friend to them more than a teacher and the way you behave, and talk, and teach them they loved everything about you.

The students shares everything with you about thier life, struggles, and etc. You understand every thing about what they're saying all of students story life was overwhelming and sad that your heart was hurting.

So you gave the advices to the students about what they should do and what they shouldn't.

You said "the world is a cruel place but all we can focus is on love ,our life, and future. And just as I always said you guys need to keep it up even if it's hard but you have to. I'm sure we all will beat this."

The way you explained them and gave advices, they were so happy and proud that they're learning alot of things from you that they never got it from anyone

You also told them a little bit about your life and also about your agent life too.

And now the university people amd students likes you so much, you were always happier, smart, confident, intelligent and honest teacher in this university,

Your reputation and your teaching skills is fantastic, many students always enjoyed your class more than other's teachers classes. Some teachers are jealous of you but you didn't care.

But many of your junior and senior colleagues does likes you alot.

You're loving your job alot and enjoying teaching the kids, you also have a friendship with your colleagues, and your principal really liked your work.

But only one thing you miss.... leon.

It's been 1 month since you seen him the last time you miss him so much, you miss the way your body is pressed against his, giving you kisses on neck whispering things to your ear.

Gosh when will he come? You thought.

After one month later leon came back from the mission to surprise you you were in your office doing some paperworks until someone knock the door you said come in and someone entered with Rose bouquet you look up and saw this you were confused who brought it also the rose bouquet was hiding that person's face.

Who is this from?" You asked.

"Me sugar." That person removes the bouquet from his face and it was leon.

You were shocked and surprised that he's here right in front of you you thought he was supposed to come after few months later but he came early.

You quickly get up and hugged him he hugged you tightly with his strong arms

I missed you."

"I missed you too cupcake."

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Since you know you're pregnant you have to tell leon about this he was out for buying some groceries. You forced him to go there so you can decorate a little bit in the living room

You brought a two baby clothes for a boy and a girl since you don't know the genders you put them on the coffee table you look around and see everything was done.

Candles around the living room? Check.

Putting the pregnancy test on the baby clothes on the coffee table? Check.

And wrote "I'm pregnant :)." In a paper that is folded on my hand? Check.

So you wait for a few minutes then you heard a sound from the outside it was Leon's car so you quickly stand on the middle of the living room that you can see in front of the outdoor.

Then leon entered with a bag of groceries he put them down beside the door and saw you he looked confused after he saw your decorations.

"Y/n what is this?" He asked while looking around.

He came towards you while looking at you you sighed and smiled while you looked at the pregnancy test and Leon followed your gaze where you are looking he looked at the pregnancy test and his blue eyes widened.

The room got silent for a moment and then Leon glanced at you with a shocked look. Your heart was racing and you were crazily happy inside.

Y/n is it?-

Before he could finish the sentence you gave him the piece of paper that was from the table a while ago before Leon enter the house he unfolded the paper with a still-shocked face and saw what it was written. He gasped and his eyes got widened again.

He looked so happy and shocked that he couldn't believe he was going to be a father.

"you are pregnant!?" Leon asked loudly while he was smiling like an idiot you nodded while smiling and saying yes leon quickly picked you up and hugged you while spinning you around a little bit.

"I'm going to be a fucking dad!!!"

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Ever since you are pregnant Leon has been taking care of you a lot he was helping you by doing work at home, picking you up and dropping you from uni. Brings your lunch sometimes when you forget.

Also helps you to cook, clean the house, do laundry everything.

You were so happy that he is helpful but you didn't want him to get frustrated and tired. But he doesn't care.

He also doesn't want to go to work but you insist saying it's okay cause you have Claire and the others so no worries.

Whenever he goes to work he calls you thousands of times you never really expected from him that cause he never answers anyone's calls or calls them but Leon was super worried thinking if you are okay or if you need anything, etc the way Leon got super anxious and scared making Chris feel annoyed cause he's been trying to make him understand since the mission got started but he got so frustrated.

"for god's sake Leon SHES FINE!!!!"

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So today is the day their new baby is coming before that you were sleeping with Leon while cuddling together and then you stared to feel the pain in your stomach and you realised that the baby is coming.

So now Leon is outside of the emergency room he was sitting on the metal silver chair while his right leg was bouncing up and down.

His anxiety was eating him up thinking you and the baby are okay.

He took a few breaths to calm himself down and reminding himself

That you are okay and also the baby.

After 12 minutes a nurse came and calls Leons last name

"mr kennedy?"

His head shot up and quickly got up after hearing his name and walks towards the nurse while he was messing with his fingers on his palm and anxiety was eating him up. He looked at her while that woman was smiling and said

"Congratulations you have twins."

[prince-strife]

so i watched tenet (i thirsted over robert pattinson for 2 1/2 hours)

spoilers ig? it came out 4 years ago

not a fan of the torture 🫠

i’m getting gay vibes man idk

oh shit hi michael caine

if that wasn’t a kingsman reference i’ll eat my shoe

this girl is super pretty

the way i flinched when he brought the tenderizer down BLEGH i hated that

benedict cumberbatch?? (i don’t think it was but sure asf looked like his side profile)

rpatz 😩😩 god this bitch is so prettyyyy

he plays “beautiful rich asshole” so well omg //pos

the tiny waist, the scarf, the floppy hair…

“well not from the air 🙄”

not protag with the harry hart suit

they’re both so babygirl

oooh he’s got a master’s in physics love a man with a brain

some of this stuff is so vague and confusing but gbr i’m having fun so idrc

kenneth branagh???

did she just try to kill him? actually that’s so valid get him girlie

this movie is so long tho, i’ve still got an hour and a half

hm. gross

her pumps are cute

she’s not the smartest, is she 🤨

neil looks like leon kennedy omg

what is??? happening???

“that’s not fair :(((“

“let’s start with the simple stuff” yeah “simple” my ass

kissing neil on the mouth every time he makes a snarky comment

this is very much giving “i care about her bc you care about her and i care about you”

the sleepily mumbling about physics <33

“you’re bleeding :((“

the gas mask hello???

OHHHH I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

that makes so much more sense now omg

the rest of this is still confusing tho, huh???

neil is hiding so much shit and i love that for him

“you’re not gonna tell me? 🥺” bro thinks he can just bat his pretty little eyes and get whatever he wants. (he’s right i would kill for him)

the glances??? 🤨🤨

oh they’re on different teams… i have a bad feeling about this

gbr i don’t get the vibe that neil was built for combat

lmaooo that pill won’t work

NOOOOO NEIL

“now let me go” screaming. sobbing. what the fuck

WAIT HOW LONG???

“we get up to some stuff” augh this is not ok

on one hand, at least he’s not dead-dead on the other hand HES FUCKEN DEAD

that was. a lot jfc. uhhhh 6/10 movie rpatz loml

[myloveforhergoeson]

Uhh... I'd apologize for the wall of text I just left on your new chapter on AO3, but my mother always told me to never tell a lie. ;)

AHHHHH thank you SO MUCH i know it was so long and so much information to take in but im so so so overjoyed that you enjoyed! thank you for taking some time out of your day to write such a thought out and sweet comment 😭 literally my #1 motivator. us james girlies gotta stick together!!!!!!

i know you left the comment on ao3 but i've got a lot to say back so imma take some bits and pieces and write them out here ehehe

"I'd noticed that James seemed a bit hesitant to talk about his parents. Especially his mother. And I saw Roxy wonder if she was the type of girl you bring home to your parents. But I think for her, everything's going to become clearer at Mother's Day. It's not that James is ashamed or anything. I think it's because he loves her so much and he doesn't want his mother ruining what they have. She is a bit... domineering."

YES UGH roxy just doesn't get it bc she has such a good relationship w her dad and mentioned way way back after she broke up with dak that she thought he was hiding their relationship (which he was... but she's just speculating) so she's just a teensy bit freaked out about james potentially doing the same thing. and it's totally like you said, she just doesn't understand quite yet. from what she knows about the diamond family, she sees james' dad as the problem, not his mom. she's in for a ride lol

"But, seriously, side note for these two: OPEN UP TO EACH OTHER!"

mannn they struggle with that don't they 😭 it's so hard to write! not that i'm a perfect communicator in my own relationships but... yeah i remember being 17 and wanting to share ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about myself so...

"Kendall sure knows how to bribe her, doesn't he? And the cheeky payback with Kendall on the ice is so Kendall. I really love how you touched on Kendall being a prodigy on the ice. And of course he was the Captain. I can see it. And the nicknames too. Sir Rounded. Pretty Boy. Tensie. Sensacional. Please, please, PLEASE have the boys refer to each other by those nicknames at some point. Or even Roxy."

roxy and kendall are like brother and sister to me; of course he knows how to get what he wants from her!! especially when joe jonas is involved... but yes!! they talk big hockey game in the show but we never really get to see it; so i wanted to highlight that just a little bit. go captain go! i really don't know anything about hockey irl but i do know that nicknames are a big thing at least in the american league! did my best. if you ask my friends im equally as terrible at nicknames in real life. and don't you worry roxy is definitely calling james pretty boy at some point in the future (she already did in the rockstar au!) but i'll have to find a way to work in the others. did anyone almost catch that kendall nearly told her logan's real name? hortense... 'tensie... oh god she's going to freak lmao...

"Side note: I love how all the hockey guys are super chill. I actually like that image of them being so aggressive on the ice, but actually be teddy bears in real life. (Something that especially fits Carlos.)"

:)))))))) even though they appear for so little in this chapter the hockey boys mean so much to me. if anyone reads my monthly book reviews... well... you know i love a good hockey romance! they're all themed quite similar - the giant, violent sports machine actually has a soft side... god i'm such a sucker for it! james really isn't like that, at least not in the way his friends are, but i gotta squeeze in some self-indulgence in here and there. i named most of the guys after characters from those books! hawkins comes from nate hawkins (icebreaker by hannah grace) ((i know! you can all boo me later)) callaghan comes from russ callaghan (wildfire by hannah grace) graham comes from garett graham (the deal by elle kennedy) miller comes from rory miller (the fake out by stephanie archer) logan (not that one) comes from john logan (the mistake by elle kennedy) and streicher comes from jamie streicher (behind the net by stephanie archer) PHEW!!!! we love a cameo

"And the way Roxy got tricked by Katie was so... that was just glorious. And the way Roxy freaked out when she realized what was happening was great too. This is making me excited for Big Time Crush. Their conversation at the end was such a great touch. I'm glad Katie has that older sister figure in her life."

katie MASTERMIND strikes again... though if she just asked rox would've taken her anway!!! she was just embarrassed... it's hard for her to talk about her feelings when she's growing up with not one, but FOUR, overprotective older brothers! someone left a comment on my wattpad and said they really loved the roxy/katie interactions and i realized they had like. such little time together so i needed to fix that asap! i don't have an older sister, but i am one, so i tried to channel that energy into that scene hehe

"AH! JO SAID THE L-WORD ABOUT KENDALL! Damn. That episode is gonna be even more heartbreaking now."

>:) sorry. had to! bothered the fuck out of me they never said it in the original show soooo

"And the cat's named Hippocrates?! That is such a Logan thing, though. And I love how Logan and Roxy were able to talk to each other about their respective heartbreaks."

eheheh it took me sooo long to come up with a name for the cat, it was originally einstein but we talked about hippocrates in one of my classes the day i edited the chapter and it just felt more fitting... here is the mister in the garden himself. thanks google!

and yess lord i love writing logan and roxy so so so much. out of all of them (even james!) she's most comfortable talking with him; i accidentally made them really similar personality wise and they just get along so well

"Aw, Carlos got Roxy on an early morning run. AND HE BROUGHT A PUPPY! (Her age doesn't matter - all dogs are puppies to me.) Missy sounds so cute! And the way she led the run is so cool. And I'm with Carlos. Keep Missy away from Lightning. He's such a protective dog dad."

MISSY!!!!! you are so right all dogs are puppies and missy is no exception!!!! i read somewhere a long time ago that dalmatians are natural leaders, so i just let our girl have her moment! my dog can be like that too though; she has her favorite walking paths! as for keeping her away from lighting... i think missy can hold her own :) but yes carlos is such a protective dog dad. that's his baby!!!! and here is missy, thank you once again google

"And seriously? James needed to ask if he could kiss Roxy at midnight? Also... can I live in Roxy's dream house?"

yes!! he's a gentleman!!! they were drinking!!!!!! but rox was def thinking the same thing as you hehe. and she's sooooo funny! miss ma'am gets a few drinks in her and she just starts blabbing and blabbing (just like me fr) for anyone wondering what her biggest fantasy is... she's literally living it idk what to tell you. dream job, living in her dream city, dating the hottest guy ever who is so sweet and attentive to her, and he's FAMOUS? not that james needs to know that she thinks that :) lord knows she's going to love the introduction of one direction in the third season...

lmaooo there you go - an equally as long wall of text i am also not going to apologize for... i was bursting with all this information and just waiting for someone to ask loll. you know me. i can talk about my own silly story for hours and hours and hours-

thank you so much again for reading! i'm so excited for the next chapter of take a shot in the dark!!! and i noticed you put in a new section of your ao3 for kaelyn knight stories? are we getting short stories in the future!? ahhhh!!!!!!

[fonulyn]

So I'm reading this sad Chreon story - as one does (it's me, I'm one) - and I just had the weirdest epiphany? Like, I dunno, it's probably dumb and far from a hot take or some eye opening character analysis no one has done before but I noticed that people (including myself, so like not saying this in any kind of bad way) tend to write Leon as stand offish, apathetic, and cold. Like this story stated it specifically, said something along the lines of "this is what Leon gets for cultivating a reputation for being unapproachable, apathetic, and indifferent" and the insinuation there is that he's done this on purpose, put on this front to seem unaffected by things when in the presence of others, and I think it's pretty true for his character. Like anything post RE2, Leon is kind of. I dunno, I wanna say deadpan? He seems to express v little emotion, and when he does it's usually in the form of a quip, one-liner, or snarky come back. Sometimes awkward small talk lol. But it feels like he's built this wall, this persona around himself, not just to protect himself from losing more people (bc he probably sees it as some kind of inevitability, and with his track record I certainly wouldn't blame him), but to protect people from him. This poor man has spent so long fighting, trying to save people, and even tho he saves the day in the end, so many people get lost in the process, and Leon feels every single loss personally. Right off the bat we see it every time someone dies in RE2, then again in RE4 with Luis, who he knew for a short period of time and yet mourned so heavily for, and even Krauser to an extent. Leon is someone who is quick to trust, even as he gets older, and we see that in RE Vendetta, too. Like that's probably one of the big reasons he's so devastated after losing his team. Not only was he entrusted with a group (which doesn't happen often, as far as we have seen), but he probably put his trust in them as well, including Petrucio, the man who betrayed them. I just think Leon is such a complex character who hides so much of himself (which is convenient for bad writers at Capcom who can't write good dialogue to save their lives lmao, but I also think it's a decent part of his character now), probably so what happened in RE2 doesn't happen again. Bc that shit was probably so traumatizing, and Leon was still a baby! I'm only a year older then he was at the time of RE2 but like, as humans our brains don't finish growing until age 25, so that kind of trauma at that age is for sure gonna stick with you, and it seems he picked up some unhealthy coping mechanisms from it that's more than just his drinking problem. Anyways I guess I just wanted to rant about how Leon is the most "emotionless" character in RE but in reality he feels and cares so much, so much so that if he doesn't put up that mask of indifference then he'll destroy himself. This man would die so that others could live, he's saved the world multiple times without a care for himself past the need to finish his mission and keep as many people as possible safe. He's such a tragic character and I love him so goddamn much, like he's one of those characters who you aspire to be like, in a way. Selfless, capable, dependable, reliable, smart, passionate, caring. And some of this might be my own character building I've done based off of other headcanons and character analysis posts and stories I've seen, but I do think we see a lot of this in the canon content, too. I just really love Leon S Kennedy, okay? He makes me sad but also so so happy and I love him v much, he is a big time comfort character for me. Sorry for the rant, just needed to scream about this with someone who would understand lol 😅

oh anon, I get you, I dooo. I think that you're right in that Leon has kind of this shell around himself because it's the only way he can cope. but there are so many cracks in his shell, and he lets people in so readily even when it would stand to reason that he shouldn't trust anyone anymore. he gets attached to people lightning fast, and he'd die for them even when he's barely met them.

this borders on headcanon territory, definitely, but I tend to often write him as someone who gets attached easily and falls for people easily (be it friendship or romantic or anything), but then he doesn't know how to properly let people in because he's got his defense mechanisms, he's trying to keep himself from breaking, and what if he truly lets someone past those walls and then another disaster strikes and he never recovers from it?

and I think it shows a lot in how he's so awkward with small talk, he can throw in one-liners and dad jokes and try to keep his own (and anyone else's) spirits up with that. but oh man. beyond that? the boy doesn't know how to naturally talk to people. (even like in Infinite Darkness, with Claire, I think his "don't do anything stupid" was 100% meant to be a joke, both times, but it just didn't exactly land perfectly. poor awkward bby)

but like even though he might put up this unaffected front, he's still so very expressive? like... if you really pay attention to him? he's far from actually an expressionless and cold person. he just isn't very loud about it. (i was just going through ID screencaps yesterday and while Shen May is talking and Leon is on the background, he goes through such a journey in expressions alone :'D)

AND HE CARES. like, for example in Infinite Darkness, he sees Patrick is shaken and the first possible moment he has, he immediately asks him if he's okay and takes a moment to reassure him. they're in a hurry, he's supposed to get going and not check up on a guy he's never even met before, but he does it anyway. and I think it speaks a lot of his character. he's quick to offer support and comfort, and he genuinely tries to be there for others the best he can. he desperately needs someone to listen to him in turn, seriously. give him emotional support, damnit.

and I wanna highlight what you said:

in reality he feels and cares so much, so much so that if he doesn't put up that mask of indifference then he'll destroy himself. This man would die so that others could live, he's saved the world multiple times without a care for himself past the need to finish his mission and keep as many people as possible safe.

because yes. 100%. also this:

he's one of those characters who you aspire to be like, in a way.

like. yes. there was this one meme thing going around which was basically like asking if you feel like you're like your favorite character and I'm just. I fucking wish I was one tenth of what he is :'D

I know not even he is perfect, c'mon, no such thing as perfect people exist (not even in fiction, or if they do then they'd be really damn boring :'D). i'm not trying to claim he has no flaws, or that he never does anything wrong. he has and he does. but the amount of genuine caring he shows and how hard he tries to do the right thing? truly awe inspiring.

i just. I'm right there with you. I love him so damn much. and that's why I spend most of my time writing fic where he gets at least some of that happiness he deserves :'D i need him taken care of, damnit, and if canon doesn't give him good things then i damn sure will.

[germvity]

RISES THE MOON

leon s kennedy x reader // 7 // wallflower blooming

"that felt really good..." you whisper, and he agrees. "i've been waiting to do that.." he admits with a small laugh. you giggle too, giving him another eskimo kiss as you coddle him close. "trials might start soon..." you say, glancing out the cracked window at the brightened (yet still dark) sky. "nah, we still have a while." leon grins, leaning in to give you a loving smooch. you hum happily, cupping his face as his tongue gently brushes against your bottom lip. "we have at least an hour.." leon trails off, and you catch his meaning immediately. "yeah, we do." you smile.

tags: smooching, a lot of it, relationship development, it aint official yet, leon being a good boy, mild crying

warnings: smexy time, leon giving head :), he just wants to pamper you, very much a people pleaser, me trying to write this as gn as possible without implying any genitalia <3, fingering, semi-public sex?? leon having a praise kink, leon being a sub bc ur welcome, blowjob and handjob for leon hc he's a good boy that deserves love

tag list:

@trinswhimsys , @hex-touchstarved <3

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you felt safer in trials with leon. a special bond formed between the two of you after that night, and the entity only spawns you both together in trials. you were a team, and a powerful one. with you eliminating totems and any traps and leon pumping out gens and distracting the killer from you. the entity grows amused as it watches the killers scramble to combat your powerful strategies. leon huffs as he finds you at the gate, he left ghostface in the dust after you taught him how to evade them better. you grin at him, and he smiles, leaning in to give you a soft kiss as you open the gate. "thanks for getting rid of noed." he says softly as you grab his hands to pull him through the gate. "no problem, can't have the pretty boy dying." you tease as he rolls his eyes and follows you. "hey.." you say softly before the two of you leave. "hm? what's wrong?" leon stops too, letting you fiddle with his hands, a habit you picked up when you're nervous.

"what... what are we?" you ask quietly, and leon thinks for a moment. "what do you want us to be?" he asks, watching your face carefully. "i... don't know..." you whisper, letting him pull you into a hug. "well... i want us to be a thing, but i don't wanna push you." leon admits, and you nod. "i know.. but... it just doesn't feel real that someone as good as you likes me..." you sigh, resting your forehead against him as he holds you tighter. "nonsense, of course i do." he smiles, giving your forehead a soft kiss as the ground shakes. "c'mon, lets go before we get killed." he says softly, pulling you through the gate and into safety.

the two of you arrive at your shack, and you sigh as you flop down onto the bed. leon chuckles at your exhausted expression as he takes off his new jacket. "you alright?" he asks softly as he sits next to you. humming with a nod, and you take his hands in yours to fiddle with them idly. "what's up?" he asks, watching you play with his fingers. "hm?" your eyes find his, and he gestures to your joined hands with his head. "you normally do this when you're nervous. what's wrong?"

"nothing, just tired." you reply quietly, and leon hums. "alright.." he sounds unsure but lets it go as you pull one of his hands to your cheek. "i just like your hands." you admit, and he chuckles. "alright, i see that." leon's worry melts away and you smile. "what'cha thinking about?" you ask him softly, sitting up to look at him. "just what you said outside the gate." he replies, blushing slightly. "oh..." you huff, clambering into his lap to hug him. leon's arms wrap around your waist as he hooks his head on your shoulder. you nuzzle his neck, rubbing his back gently. "what do you want us to be?" he asks again, voice soft. "i... i do really want to be with you too... but i'm too scared." you admit, and leon hums. "you don't have to be scared." he replies softly, adjusting you in his lap so you were comfy. you sigh, closing your eyes as leon gives your cheek a soft kiss. "i'll always be here for you." the blonde assures you, and you hum. "i know. i'm just scared that i'll either lose you, or you'll change your mind." you say, your arms tightening on him.

"i'll never change my mind, you know that. and i'll never turn my back on you, or think any less of you. i'll be here." leon smiles, resting his head on yours. you sniffle slightly as you nod, "thank you... i just... after everything it feels so surreal that someone cares about me." you say softly, tears wetting his neck. "i know. it's hard to adjust to, but we're making progress." leon says, giving your head soft scratches to comfort you. you sigh, leaning onto him more, pinning him between the wall and your body. "tired?" he asks softly, and you shake your head no. "wanna go for a walk?" you sit back, waiting for his response. "sure, we can avoid the camps and go through one of the realms?" he suggests, and you nod. "the red forest is pretty, can we go there?" you ask softly, and leon chuckles with a nod. "sure, c'mon." he lets you pull him up from the bed and grabs his jacket and an offering on his way out.

your eyes find some fireflies that are floating near the gate. they're peaceful, and leon follows your gaze to the luminous bugs. "c'mon, i think theres a pond in a forbidden area. i used to hide there then get hatch in trails before i got a bit braver." you pull leon along by his hand. "what if it's been blocked off?" he suggests, and you hum in thought. "then we can sit in a quiet area." you smile and leon nods, "alright." the crack in the wall was boarded up, and you try pushing them. the bent nails creak under your weight as leon moves you out of the way. readying himself, his boot goes through the boards. you clap slightly, grinning at him. "that was hot." you tease, pulling the blushing blonde through the crack.

the pond is peaceful, and you sit happily next to the bank. leon joins you, watching you cradle a beetle before it jumps off and scurries away. "this is nice." leon smiles, and you nod. "i found it by accident, luckily it's in the corner so no one knows about it." you shrug, leaning against leon as he admires the clear water. "wanna bathe?" he asks teasingly, but freezes when you nod. "yeah, i'm covered in dirt." you laugh, standing to strip your dirty shirt off. you offer leon your hand, and he quickly takes it. you grasp his hands with both of yours, and it takes most of your weight to actually haul him up, it's cute.

leon lets you take off his jacket for him, and takes off his shirt. you admire a scar on his torso, fingertips rubbing his tender skin. "michael got you good, huh?" you mumble, and leon huffs out a laugh. "yeah, he did. he's surprisingly strong." leon shrugs, glancing to your lips out of habit. you catch his gaze, and lean in slightly. leon takes the invitation, kissing you lovingly as your hand tangles in his hair. his hands travel across the bare skin of your sides, and he deepens the kiss as you hum softly. your other hand stays on his chest as you lean closer to him, letting the officer rest his forehead against yours when he breaks away. "you're a really good kisser." he laughs sheepishly, and you smile, gifting him another soft peck. leon smiles, his finger tips slipping under the waistband of your pants. "can i?" he asks softly, ever the gentleman. you nod, helping him remove his pants as you give him another kiss.

you grin, and leon smiles too, but when you move him back he has to trust you. you giggle as you push him back and he hits the cold water with a gasp. "hey!" he laughs, splashing you with the water as you join him. "sorry, it was too tempting." you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck as you give him a kiss as an apology. leon smiles into the kiss, his hand finding your back as he pulls you up against him. eventually, his lips find your neck and you hum softly at the feeling. "fuck.. can i make you feel good?" he asks softly against your skin. your thighs shuffle at the thought and you nod. "let me hear you, can i?" he asks again, wanting full consent (hot). "yes, you can." you smile, and leon grins, this time pushing you back to settle between your legs on the bank of the pond. you help him by removing your underwear for him.

he grips your thighs, and your fingers find his hair as he kisses your soft skin, fingers gently stroking your legs. you feel your arousal build, and you whine softly as he nips the flesh of your right thigh. "patience, i want you to feel good." he says softly, moving to pamper your left thigh as well. you huff, letting him lick a soft stripe along your skin and growing slightly frustrated when he pulls away. his teeth sink into your thigh and you moan softly as he suckles a dark hickey onto your skin. fingers tightening in his hair as he licks the bruise lovingly, you cant help but shuffle your hips to him. leon holds you in place as he leaves a bigger hicker further up your leg, before switching to give attention to your other thigh. you moan softly as his fingers begin to stimulate you, rolling your hips into his hand. leon chuckles into your thigh, the vibrations going straight through you as he moves his mouth to your sensitive area. you gasp, trying to push his head closer as he suckles you, fingers slipping to your hole to give you more pleasure. "oh, fuck! leon-" you whimper, grinding onto his face as you pet his hair. "good boy..~" you can't help but moan, and leon smiles against your lower area. "ahh- you're such a good boy, fuck.. that feels really good." you praise and it encourages him to try harder, desperate for your words of affirmation.

"leon!" you yelp, thighs wrapping around his head as his fingers prod that bundle of nerves. leon grins as he breaks away to give you a teasing lick. "f-fuck, please!" you whimper as his mouth covers you again, tongue kitten licking you. "you're doing so well, such a good boy for me.." you keen, back arching as your thighs tighten around his head, fingers gripping his blonde locks. "fuck, you look so pretty between my legs.~" you grin as he flusters, humming against your core. "keep going, you're doing so well." you encourage, and leon drags his tongue along you before going back for more. you groan as you thrust your hips into his mouth. leon hums again, fingers still pumping into you as his mouth does the rest. "you're so good." you moan, still trying to fuck his face as his hands can't find it in them to stop you.

leon whimpers against your pelvis, letting you practically take control as you grip his hair and roll your hips. "oh, good boy. so pretty as i fuck your pretty mouth." you grin, watching the tips of his ears turn red as he moans against you. "fuck, you're so pretty." you continue praising him, hips beginning to stutter as you grow closer. "mm, fuck i'm close. you're doing so well." you huff, using the hand on his head to help continue grinding into his mouth. you moan his name as you cum in his mouth, and leon shudders at the feeling of your fluid gushing onto his tongue.

pulling away, you watch the blonde swallow nicely and pulling you into his lap to coddle you. "good boy, you did so well.." you smile as leon giggles into your neck. "thank you..." he smiles, and you grin as you feel his erection. "want me to take care of you?" you ask softly, shuffling off his lap as he lets out a small hum. "hm? i can't hear you..." you tease as he gasps when your hand presses against his bulge. "yes, yes please!" he begs, letting you remove his boxers. the blonde whimpers as your hand wraps around his shaft, giving him a few pumps before you move down to lick his head.

"a-ah!" he yelps as your warm mouth envelopes his tip, trying not to buck his hips into you. you continue to pump his shaft, tongue teasing his slit. "p-please, i need more- pleasepleaseplease!" leon begs, moaning sweetly as you give him a soft suck. "please i need you!" he whimpers, letting you drape his thighs over your shoulders as he lays back. "shh, let me take care of you." you smile, going back down on him. "ah! you feel so good..!" he keens as your mouth moves down his shaft. the blonde yelps when your teeth gently scrape along his cock, and you hum softly, the vibration driving him crazy. his moans grow loud as his hand finds yours. tangling your fingers with his, you let him slowly roll his hips up into your throat as he whines.

the wind picks up familiarly, you pull off him much to his dismay. "shhh!" you hush him, and he whimpers softly. "a trial is starting, you don't want to get caught do you?" you grin as he shakes his head. "then be quiet, they won't know." you say before wrapping your mouth around him again. leon's free hand clasps over his mouth as he moans behind his palm. the humming of the huntress picks up, and so does leon's anxiety. his hand tightens on yours as you slowly drag your tongue up to his head. "it's okay.." you whisper to him, taking his other hand and holding that one as you go back down on him.

leon whimpers, feeling exposed as he clenches his jaw, trying not to make any noise. "fuck, y/n.." he whines, voice cracking as he tries to keep his noise below a whisper. you rub his knuckles sweetly as you bob your head at a steady pace. leon's back arches, and he whimpers softly, clearly yet slowly getting louder. you squeeze his hand to keep him grounded, and he squeezes back as your tongue teases a vein. leon's breathing hitches as you continue to pamper the prominent vein, popping off his cock to suckle it. "ah!" he yelps, and you pull away to hush him. "be a good boy, and stay quiet or they'll find us!" you whisper to him before lowering again.

the scream of meg makes leon wince, having almost completely forgotten that a trial was going on. "fuck, oh.. please." he mumbles desperately, trying to buck up into your mouth as his orgasm grows near. "ah ah ah, behave." you pull off him, and leon whines with want, not wanting to lose his high. you smile, moving your hand to massage his balls as your mouth engulfs his shaft. he claps his hand over his mouth, loud groans muffled. you tap his hand, and he nods. "so close, so close! please please please!" he keens, practically going feral as he tries to fuck into your mouth again. you decide he's been good, and let him take control slightly. tears of bliss drip from his lashes, and he fucks your mouth desperately, moaning behind his hand as he twitches then suddenly cums into your mouth.

"ah..!" he sighs, letting you off as you swallow. "good boy. you feel okay?" you ask softly, fingers tracing lines on his outer thighs. leon nods, drowsy from his intense peak. "good, this trial will probably last for a little while longer and i wanna see how many times i can make you cum." you grin as leon whimpers.

[mego42]

What are some of your favorite GG song Moments. ? Here are some of mine.

1. Easy ft lorde- OMG this soong is such a bop. it just fits the scene so well. HONESTLY one of my fav scenes. HE IS LIVING HIS BEST LIFE IN THIS SCENE. I LOVE CHAOTIC RIO

2. Wild heart by SPELLES.- THIS SONG IS SO HAUNTING just fits the vibe so well. SO ANGSTY

3. The most recent song. Used in that Brio moment. Idk what its called . I know that Beth is having the time of her life but that song is just HEAVY. The lyrics 🙏😭😭❤❤❤ such a pretty song fr 😔

omg anon i love this question nearly as much as i love your taste. YES!!!! to Easy (i too love tf out of personification of chaos rio), YES!!!!! to Wild Heart!!!!  it’s SO HAUNTING and disorienting and PERFECT. and Y E S !!!!!!!!!!!!! to the most recent song (whole life by perfume genius). i am LIVING for the heavy ballad vibes, super agree it’s so pretty. 

in no particular order, my top 5 music moments:

blanket me / hundred waters

1x09 - beth makes the calendar laying out her kids future in case something happens to her

i’ve already exposed myself as an absolute loon when it comes to this song and you can read the whole breakdown here

but tl;dr it’s a song about relying too much on a person and needing to break free and be independent but not in a toxic sort of way, more in a for personal growth and the best for everyone because co-dependence holds everyone back and i really, really, really love that in context of beth and her children, her learning to step back and not smother them but also not give so much of herself that she disappears entirely because that’s not good for them in the long run

basically it’s sort of a thesis statement for beth’s underlying s1 arc

plus it’s just like, heavy and haunting and absolutely gorgeous and not to be like, unreasonably pretentious, moves me and i love it

notable lyrics: You're my blanket, you're my skin / You're everything within / You're my guardian, I'm your sail / A boat in your harbor / Gone under, capsized and sinking / Blanket me, blanket me, blanket me, blanket me, blanket me

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whole life / perfume genius

4x06 - beth looking for a place to hide the wire/hooking up with rio

the song is all about leaving behind the things weighing you down and moving into a brighter, more free future and i love love love how that plays with the duality of beth hiding the wire and securing her source of information for the secret service BUT ALSO marking this moment as a turning point for beth and rio because it absolutely is.

(like not just the fact that they’ve resumed a physical relationship but rio’s invited beth deeper into his world and we’re seeing beth crack on a level we really haven’t before)

this season is leaning SO HARD into duality and the tangled up truths and lies between them and i am absolutely UNHINGED over it

i also really love the like, passionate ballad nature of it juxtaposed over this twisted, extremely sexy moment (intercut with dean joyfully trying to seize hold of his new hobby only to be IMMEDIATELY denied)

there are just so many layers to it and i love all of them

notable lyrics: The mark where he left me / A clip on my wing / Oh, let it soften / I forgive everything

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ocean rain / echo & the bunnymen

4x04 - the beth and jane/rio getting the drop on fitz montage

the whole theme of this song is two people tearing each other apart and destroying the bones of their former intimacy which like, hello subject matter aptitude and it’s told through this GLORIOUSLY dramatic hurricane at sea imagery with ships being dragged below the waves by the hurricanes the two people have called down on each other set to a gorgeous over the top orchestral score

on a yrical note, i love that the song is basically the same verse over and over (interspersed with the chorus, obvs) and the only change is me vs you when it comes to who brought the storm down on them

basically, if you were challenged to come up with a song that represented two peak dramatique heaux nightmare factories locked in a never ending game of deadly cat and mouse, you couldn’t top this.

i am ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED with the choice to pair it with a montage of beth finally pulling the trigger (with foresight and intent, shooting rio was p obvs a oh shit look what i did moment), a milestone rio’s been dragging her (down) towards since the beginning of s2 AND using him to do it, dragging him (down) into her mess (m ade all the more messy when you consider he was the target of it) (i just! love it! so! much!)

i want to live in johnathan leahy’s brain

notable lyrics: all at sea again / and now my[your] hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain / to bathe me again / my ship’s a-sail / can you hear it’s tender frame / screaming from beneath the waves / screaming from beneath the waves

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el musgo / gabriel bruce

3x04 - rio watches beth make money

UGH GOD when that high hat and bass kicked in the first time i was like oh shit we are in for some DRAMA and sure enough we were as well as a more sexual montage than anything you’d find in actual porn.

idk, the fact that they chose this deep, dark, mournful about lost love to an elongated montage slow motion montage of rio watching beth make fake cash and deciding not to kill her for nearly killing him doEs stuFf to me

all i’m saying is johnathan leahy ships brio harder than any of us and is a more dramatique heaux than either of them, which are two really impressive feats to achieve

AND THEN!!! AND THEN!!!!! they CHOPPED THE SONG UP!!!!! so they were able to take advantage of the dawning drama of the opening bars BUT ALSO include the closing stanza about wearing the marks the subject of the song gave the singer like a scar where they took his heart from him and the INTENTIONALITY of that creative choice puts me on the FLOOR

LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

notable lyrics: I'll wear this mark like a medal / But it's a scar / Where you took my heart from me

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kimono hill / sophia kennedy

3x01 - rio leaves the hotel

honeslty, lowkey surprised this one made my top five. not because it isn’t a fabulous song deployed with johnathan leahy’s usual mastery, but bc i didn’t realize how much i loved it until making this list

i don’t really have like, a deep, lyrically rooted storytelling reason for loving it, i just think the way they used it in the show is Such A Vibe

the way the vibrating synthy tones and underlying organ kicks in while rio’s getting in the elevator has this beautiful held breath anticipatory quality to it that works SO WELL to set up the montage of rio strutting out back into his life while turner gets murdered (a scene i have some uh, complicated feelings about but setting those aside), and the bolands’ fresh start to the tune of bouncy drums and looping vocals

idk it’s such a shining note to end the first episode of a new season on, i remember feeling refreshed and super hype for what’s to come

notable lyrics: no lyrics, just the vibe of the opening bars

tl;dr i really, really, REALLY love how this show uses music. you can tell they put a lot of time and effort and thought into it and while i know the trajectory isn’t working for everyone, personally i love it. granted, as you can see from this list, i clearly love the shit out of a down tempo dramatic ballad, so. if you are more of a bangers and bops person, i would point you to @nickmillerscaulk’s inbox as she is a Certified Bangers Afficianado.

[swamplatibule]

starwritten society “season one” summary in bullet points

The Starwritten Society is a secret organization dedicated to rescuing children with paranormal abilities from those who would manipulate or weaponize those abilities. They also specialize in training those children to control their powers, if need be.

But forget about that let’s get to the cool stuff

fox exists

everyone is either kinda in love with him or fucking hates him

or both *coughwilsoncough*

also he’s a bastard

and he looks like pedro pascal but that’s whatever just focus

he gets back from a mission

and is immediately called into Iara’s office

they’re the head of the Society btw

he thinks he’s in trouble but NOPE

turns out he’s a mentor now! yayyy!

wait no he doesn’t want to be a mentor oops

especially not to this... sassy child

who by the way seems WAY too young to be an agent

and he knows that you need a recommendation from a higher ranking agent to be a mentor and so he asks who recommended him

turns out it was wilson

who’s the head of the high risk rescue division

and also the character that almost the entire made-up fandom ships with fox but they don’t expect it to actually happen because the amount of queerbaiting in tv is RIDICULOUS

but jokes on them everyone in this goddamn show is gay as fuck lol

anyway he confronts wilson bc he doesn’t want a trainee wtf dude

and wilson goes

”I thought having another life to worry about might make you a little less reckless.”

yeah they have a very passive-aggressive rivalry as of yet

and so fox is stuck with a trainee

her name is hollister btw, aidan hollister, she’s the paraself

anywho hollister n fox do NOT get along at first

fox makes it very clear that he doesn’t think hollister is cut out for this kinda shit

like even though she was able to hack into the society's security systems which is basically impossible

she doesn’t know how to hold a gun or fight a bitch

AND she’s like 14, most agents don’t start training until they’re like 17

so shes too young for this shit

and hollister is pissed because she earned her right to be here and this motherfucker is just fuckn UGH

also she has a hidden complex about not being good enough or “worthy” but shhhh that’s a secret

but they‘re stuck with each other though so

then we meet Kennedy, she runs the tech devision and was very impressed Hollister managed to hack the system (that she made! Kennedy made the system! She’s by far the most vital person in the Society and don’t you ever forget it)

Kennedy and Fox are also really good friends they’ve known each other since they were trainees

kennedy immediately takes a liking to hollister

she slowly grows on Fox too but he won’t show it

well he has to adopt train this kid so there’s like a solid three episodes that’s just them going missions and him teaching her how to do agenty stuff

then we meet The Bad Guy

Her name is Eleanor Sylvidas

which is the same name as the first bad guy Fox ever faced bc she‘s that lady’s daughter and has the same name

turns out her mom raised her to continue the family business

if you know what I mean

haha

anyway

so Eleanor is giving the Society a lot of shit to deal with

fox and hollister’s mission is to get any sort of information on her, try to find her location but DO NOT GET INTO A FIGHT WITH HER bc they won’t let hollister get into fights yet

anyway turns out eleanor is in the building at the same time as them

they get split up

hollister gets into a fight with her

of course

because shes Like That

hollister loses but fox saves her and they get the hell out of there

the bad news is that Eleanor is now targeting these two specifically

she recognized fox as the guy who got her mom arrested and since hollister’s his trainee she’s roped into the mess too

so a few episode pass that i haven’t fully daydreamed yet

just a few training things and dangerous shit and fox teaching Hollister how to steal a car

and we have a backstory episode duh

every good show has some backstory exposition

long story short fox‘s parents died in a murder-su•c•de and also his sister got kidnapped and he spent a year in foster care before running away and joining the circus and eventually the Society

hollister never met her parents and has spent her entire life in the foster care system

and tragic villain backstory! That’s the heroes don’t know!

Eleanor’s mom basically made her feel worthless or like she wouldn't be good for anything if she couldn’t carry on with the plan thing.

And she doesn’t actually want to be doing any of this! She just acts like she does and wears this sadistic twisted mask to hide any doubt

but enough sad shit get ready for...

the FANCY PARTY EPISODE

there’s one in each season, where the characters have to sneak into a very rich-people black-tie event

and also sneak in as many weapons as they can fit on their person

so they go to this party

and they split up in order to find eleanor

and fox SPECIFICALLY tells Hollister “if you see her don’t engage, just let me take care of it”

hollister sees Eleanor and tries to get Fox’s attention but eleanor is going somewhere and she doesn’t have time and-

so she just follows Eleanor without Fox’s help

and then they get into another fight

and it’s a pretty even fight bc hollister’s a quick learner and stuff

and so she’s gotten pretty good at fighting

but then fox finds them and hollister’s distracted and eleanor gets away

and so they’re back where they started

there‘s a long scene of him arguing with her because she put herself in danger and could‘ve gotten herself killed

and her arguing that she had it, she could’ve just ended the whole thing right there and they wouldn’t have to deal with this lady anymore

but NO because fox had to interrupt

it ends with hollister storming out of the room and Fox just sighing and leaning against the wall

and then realizing suddenly that

well shit

maybe he does care about this kid

thats not good

but of course he’s not gonna say it out loud bc he doesn‘t want to admit that attachment

in the end it’s after a long talk with Kennedy that he admits it

partially because she locks him in her office because she KNOWS something‘s wrong and she also knows that he’ll bottle it up land deal with it silently unless someone makes him talk about it

Kennedy is absolutely not gonna have that shit because that’s not ✨healthy✨

she’s a good friend like that and also just a badass in general

anyway so fox admits that mayyybe yeah he cares about the kid and possibly hypothetically sees her as a daughter and such

Kennedy seems satisfied so she tells him to go find Hollister

wherever she went

And it turns out!!!

she just straight up left the building and went for a walk to clear her head

which is dangerous, dumbass, what are you thinking someone’s trying to kill you

Hollister is a reflection of myself so it makes sense that she’s an idiot tbh

but anyway a few people who work for Eleanor attacked her and captured her and such

aaaaaaanyway

fox doesnt know that yet so he’s walking around looking for her

and after a while he starts getting worried

because where the hell is she? where the fuck is his kid dammit

and then

he gets a text

from hollister's phone

with a series of coordinates

and so being the impulsive dumbass he is he just goes to those coordinates as fast as he can without any sort of backup

and it turns out!

Eleanor was trying to get both of them in the same place, yknow

two birds with one stone n shit

hollister is still alive don’t worry!

she gets plot armor because I like her

so there’s a fight, there’s blood and grit and also there’s...

✨eleanor having a mental breakdown✨

and so she’s talking about how she HAS to do this and she’s losing her composed cool persona and just going wild

and fox tries to calm her down but it doesn’t work, she just wants to kill them both right now and she’s not gonna stop until either they’re dead or she is

and so they fight, although the main two don’t really have a choice in it

Kennedy shows up with backup bc shes a bad bitch like that

and eventually, after a long fight, Hollister and Fox take down Eleanor

They don’t kill her, obviously, but they are Getting This Bitch Therapy

I think she might be important later in like

season 4 or something

that’s the one I just started daydreaming

but forget about that there’s sappy stuff happening! :D

they’re both on the floor, hollister’s kinda hugging herself and she looks like she‘s about to cry

”I thought you didn’t want me around. I thought I wasn’t good enough.”

and then fox just hugs her

and now they’re both crying

and the viewers are crying

and the sky is also crying

because it’s raining when they get outside

and they’ve become this lil family duo

and BOOM there you go season one in bullet points

[jimmymcgools]

Idk if you’re still doing the fic meme but would love to hear your commentary on the afternoon scene at white sands!

i definitely am! ♥️♥️♥️ and so excited to get to talk about white sands. this turned into an extra long one, too, so brace yourself.  

fic commentary meme and my answers 🙌

this whole afternoon i’ve been trying to remember how i picked white sands. it must’ve been looking through photos of new mexico on tumblr? i can’t think of any fun origin story for it at least, and i definitely had no idea that it’d end up being such a turning point in the story. white sands! it stands in for so much now.  

He realizes that the haze he saw from afar was actually the white sand of the dunes, picked up by the wind and left hanging in the air like a fine fog. this specific detail is something i noticed on google streetview more than any photos 

so hazy!

The artwork in the visitor’s center had depicted mammoths and giant sloths in the grasslands around the lake, lush and vibrant. there’s a bunch of those streetview bubble things actually inside the white sands visitor’s center, so i snooped around in there. zooming in and reading all the info boards like a tragic version of a real tourist. 

It’s finer than any sand he’s ever felt—more like flour than anything, and it’s completely cool to the touch despite the afternoon sun.  i really wanted to capture the tactile feeling of being in this place, and luckily a bunch of tripadvisor reviews had described the feeling of the sand well enough that i could give it my best shot! 

“So I guess there used to be a big lake here,” Kim says, staring out over the edge of the dune. alternate take: kim and jimmy visit camp green lake and dig holes every day and eat raw onions. 

He wiggles his bare toes in the sand. “Fists with your toes,” he says. Kim chuckles. “Better than a shower and a cup of coffee.” kim and jimmy the movie nerds! jimmy probably should’ve done this as soon as he landed in abq, huh? at least he’s doing it now. the secret to surviving.  

“I wonder if Chuck’s ever been out here,” he says gonna go ahead and make that a definite “no”, jimbo. 

The first time I was just dumb and eighteen,” Jimmy says. “I was off and on with her all through high school ahh the infamous marriages. i wanted to preserve the vibes of like, stupid romantic-at-heart jimmy, especially because by now i had settled pretty firmly into an acb jimmy who looks at kim wistfully like 😍24/7, so i needed continuity with that. i think i actually included them in the cicero chapter, but “mr and mrs kimberly wexler” “do you make 25 foot signs? no!?” legal pad boy 100% seems like someone who was filling notebooks with a girl’s name in high school. 

i like the idea that he did some dumb, grand, drunken, romantic gesture while they’re all cutting loose in vegas. something that doesn’t look nearly as cool as he thinks it does.  

i have a little timeline for jimmy’s life, and so i knew that i could sync this marriage up with roughly the era his father loses the store and then dies. i liked the idea that this and other circumstantial changes happened and the teenaged relationship just couldn’t weather it. 

“College of DuPage,” Jimmy says, and he holds up his fist. “Go Chaps!” jimmy’s college years!! this is so interesting to me! did someone in his family really encourage this? was this an earlier attempt to get on the straight and narrow? all food for thought. either way, he didn’t go far from home, unlike chuck. 

Me and Lisa…we were pretty good. For a long time. She did theater jimmy should’ve just been a theater kid. get in a spotlight, get those eyeballs on him.  

“And the worst part is, I introduced them! Because he was dating Mom,” Jimmy spits i think i saw someone else use this somewhere, and i wish i could remember who, but as a way to tie in the step-dad thing from brba it appealed to me. i think ruth has that same playful/theatrical side to her as jimmy, so i liked that connection here, too. also it’s just so horrible and dividing

She folds her lips inwards and studies him, then tilts her head and gives a little smile. “I can’t believe you’re telling me this in your stupid sombrero hat.”  i hadn’t planned this at all when i had jimmy buy the dumb hat in the last chapter, but it ended up working well -- kim deflecting from the serious moment with some lively hat talk, jimmy loves hat talk, the perfect distraction

The white sands seem almost to reflect it, becoming nacreous with pink and yellow and orange, taking on the color of the world above.  as a little metaphor for jimmy, here. he’s just reflecting everyone around him. 

The brim of the hat casts a diagonal stripe of blue shadow over her face. ahaha oh god i had forgotten i’d included this sledgehammer-subtle parking garage scene reference

“I’m not ashamed of being from there,” Kim says crisply. She shakes her head as if to shake that thought of her mind. “Not at all. But I wanted a blank slate. i always go into writing a scene like this planning for her to reveal more than she does, but it never feels believable. but i wanted to make that distinction between her hiding red cloud and her being ashamed of where she was born. i don’t think it makes sense for kim to be the latter. 

“I guess they just wanted somebody to listen to them. But it bugged me. Like they expected me to fix the weather for for them, too, in between bagging their groceries.” this seems like a very kim trait to me. that rather than just listening and nodding along to these farmer’s chatty complaints, she feels like it’s on her to fix everything, when of course it isn’t, and i doubt any of these customers would expect it to be.   “There was a time when I thought I could get married,” she says. “It even seemed almost inevitable. Like getting wound up so tight and then released on a path. i think it was a friend who made this connection, but imo kim does this in bcs too. especially when you think about her career path at HHM and how it’s going in s1/s2, or her time with mesa verde. to her credit, she breaks off the rails eventually in those situations, but she does seem to ride these tracks long past the point when it’s clear she’s not on a good route. i guess you could say that about her relationship with jimmy, too? depending on how fatalistic (and maybe reductive?) you want to be. 

The sky around it glows amber. West, he thinks. “But you weren’t stuck in Red Cloud,” he says.   and kennedy’s head faces west, faces the future.  

he pauses for a moment, eyes drawn to the long shadows cast backward by the two of them, rippling over the white dunes. They stretch away so far they seem to vanish before they end.  something about this image seems perfect for the two of them. maybe that’s just the dumb jimmy romantic in me talking. kim and jimmy’s shadows dipping over the curve of the dunes, out of sight, before they end. 

hell, this got LONG! i’ll end with this quote i took a screenshot of in the visitor’s center. better call saul, anybody?

[slywrites]

Show Me What You’ve Learned - Leon Kennedy/Reader

THIS is my 300th post on this blog! *fan fare* With it being my 300th post I wanted to make it special with Leon. I’m back at it again this time because of @residentsbeingevil​ with the CLEVER line “show me what you’ve learned” when I told them some ideas for a RE4 Leon fic. Here we fucking are with just SMUT. 

This is technically a sequel to Best Two of Out of Three but can be read on it’s own since it’s mostly....smut so yeah. 

This is my first time writing RE4 Leon bc I’ve only written our baby RE2 Remake Leon. SO this Leon is a mix of the two before you know the whole RE4 thing. 

ANYWAYS 

Enjoy. 

Warnings: Strong Language, Smut (18+ only!)

The moment you walked into your apartment, you knew something was up. Those special candles that you didn’t want to burn because they cost too much were lit in the center of the small kitchen table. The table was set with those fancy dark blue cloth napkins and silver woven placemats you got on sale because you thought they’d be cute for an anniversary dinner. 

But it wasn’t your anniversary or your birthday. It wasn’t Leon’s either, and it wouldn’t be for a while. 

So why was the apartment so nice? Not that Leon didn’t treat you well, it’s just he was more subtle in his love than this bold display. You wouldn’t complain just yet. 

The door closed quietly behind you as you locked it. You shrugged out of your jacket and hung it on the chair that sat next to the door. You slipped your shoes off and kicked them under the side table next to the chair. 

Your foot falls softly on the wooden floor. The kitchen was a mess but whatever he cooked up, or ordered and reheated, smelled delicious. If Leon put all this work into this dinner and the setting, something was up. You just didn’t know exactly what. 

“Leon?” You called out. 

“I’m in the bathroom,” He responded. 

You tiptoed to your shared bathroom that was settled in the back of the apartment in the master bedroom. Leon left the door cracked. You peaked through to see he was messing with his hair. His hands kept running through the long locks, he was in need of a haircut. Your soft giggles were heard as his headshot back to look at you peaking. You almost jumped out of your skin at how quick he threw the door open. 

“Were you spying on me?” He asked. 

“What would you do if I said yes?” You teased. 

Leon leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his broad chest. He shrugged, “I would probably have to arrest you. It’d be my duty as an agent. Can’t have any of my secrets getting out.”

You scoffed and laughed, “What secret Agent Kennedy? That you use products in your hair?”

Leon moved, a whole lot faster than you expected and tackled you into your bed. He pinned your wrist above your head. His fingers dug into your skin that only made you arch into him. 

“That is classified government knowledge, sweetheart,” he smirked. 

“Oh really? Well, it looks like you’ll just have to shut me up.”

Leon titled his head. The tips of his hair brushed against your cheek. He dipped and gave you the lightest kiss and immediately hopped off the bed as if nothing had happened. Leon just left you on the bed as he made his way out of the bathroom. 

Before he made an actual exit, he turned to look at the flustered look on your face and fucking smirked. You blinked, did that really just happen? 

“Come on, before the food gets cold. I worked hard on it,” Leon chided. 

You sighed and got up from your spot on the bed. 

“Atta girl,” he said as he reached for your hands. 

You pouted and intertwined your fingers with his. Leon gave you a small smile as he dragged you out to the kitchen. He led you to the table. You moved to sit as he pushed the chair in for you. His warm hands rested on your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head before moving to the kitchen. 

“Did you make dinner or did you buy it?” You asked as you brought the napkin to your lap. 

Leon hummed, “I’ll let you decide.”

You laughed at his remark. Then he came out to the table with a large dish in his oven mitt covered hands. The dish was still steaming as he set it down on the trivet that was already prepared on the table. 

“Well,” you started, “Regardless of whoever made it, it smells delicious.”

Leon rolled his eyes and shoved the spoon in what looked to be like Shepherd's Pie. You reached for a spoonful and dished it on the bowl in front of you. Leon reached for it once you were finished. 

“Shit,” he jumped up from his seat, “I forgot the wine.”

Leon half jogged around the small island to get to the bottle that was in the door of the fridge. It was already half-drunk by the both of you as he poured you and himself a glass respectively. 

You couldn’t help the smile on your face. 

“Okay, what are we celebrating?” You asked once he sat down again. 

The lack of a quick response made you nervous as he picked up his spoon. 

“Nothing, we can’t have a nice dinner without celebrating something?” 

You mulled over his statement as you took a bite. It was divine, he probably bought it, but you weren’t going to bring that up. Instead, you thought about the setting around you. Leon was very precise in the way that he showed you appreciation and love. He always wanted it to be simple without the necessity of grandiose gestures on the daily. You couldn’t recall a random special dinner in the years that you had been together. It was only on specific occasions that he would do this, to actively show his emotions. 

“It’s not that Leon, it’s just…” you trailed off, did you really want to question this nice gesture?

Leon reached for his glass as he studied you. Something he didn’t do before the government stuff. You usually didn’t mind it but something about the situation made you feel like you were being locked in an interrogation room before the detectives would come in. Leon’s eyes were the single light in the room. 

You forced a laugh, “It’s nothing, I guess I’m just reading too much into this.”

Leon shrugged and continued eating, “You’re just surprised at how loving I can be. It’s intimidating.”

You balled up your napkin and tossed it right at his face. You knew he could have caught it effortlessly, he just took the hit instead. That garnered a laugh out of you and him. 

“That is so not it,” you said. “I know just how loving you can be. With the fact that a scarf is now permanently a part of my wardrobe.”

Leon just chuckled and continued eating. 

The Leon you first met all those years ago after the Racoon City incident would have been flushed at a comment like that. The Leon that sat in front of you was so different. He just smirked as he ate, though you could see the fire behind his eyes. It was crazy to think that you two have been a constant in each other’s lives ever since the motel. Though you two only started becoming serious two years ago. You’ve watched him grow from that innocent rookie into a hardened secret service agent. 

“What?” Leon asked. 

“What, what?” You shot back. 

“You’re staring at me like there’s something on my face.”

“There’s nothing on your face but your face,” you stated simply. 

“It’s a nice face though.”

“Leon, I will beat the smug look off your nice face in a minute,” you tried to sound serious but you just laughed at the end. 

Leon joined in and laughed, “I’d like to see you try.” 

“I would, but I don’t want to set our apartment on fire. Plus the food is good,” you settled. 

“You wouldn’t believe me if I said I cooked it myself.”

You finished your last bite and sipped on your wine, thinking. 

“If I had never experienced your previous attempts, then I would believe you. But since I have eaten, and somehow survived all your cooking I’m going with no.” 

“I am hurt,” Leon said as he gulped the last bit of wine.

“You’re just hurt that I saw through your ruse,” you smirked. 

You pushed yourself back and stood to take your plate into the kitchen. Before you could even grab your plate Leon had already gotten up. 

“Let me,” he whispered as he gathered up your used dishes. 

Okay, you thought, this is now suspicious. 

“What are you hiding from me, Leon Kennedy?” You asked your hands firmly on your hips. 

Leon looked at you from over the island. He did that cute head tilt at you, and you knew he was just trying to get your mind off the question at hand. He knew just how much that simple action made you want to smother him in kisses. But he wasn’t going to win you over that easily. 

“I’m not hiding anything,” He said over his shoulder as he focused on shoving the strewn dishes into the sink to be washed later. 

You let out a loud sigh and leaned against the island. 

“Leon, you know you can tell me anything - well - anything you are legally allowed to tell me,” you joked. 

The way that Leon turned and rested his hands against the counter gave you deja vu. You’ve seen this before. The way that he stood, his weird mannerism where he waited on you hand and foot. Made up a special dinner. You knew this, you’ve experienced it a few years prior. Before he left for South America. 

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” You whispered. 

Leon hung his head then his hand went to rub the back of his neck, “Was it that obvious?” 

You smiled sadly, “I know you better than you think. Was all this to soften the blow...like before?” 

“I didn’t mean for it to be that way,” he said sincerely. 

You walked around the island to stand next to him. Gently you pulled his arms away from the counter and sat them on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your hands rested at the base. 

“It’s okay, they wouldn’t pick you unless it was a special mission right? They need the best agent possible don’t they,” You gave him your best smile. 

Leon gripped your hips like his life depended on it. It was rare moments like these now where you truly understood the turmoil he has gone through. He started to develop that tough outer shell and wore it as much as he could so it felt like second nature. But he didn’t have to be like that around you. You think he did it on purpose so you wouldn’t worry as much as you did. This only made you worry more, but you weren’t going to tell him that, at least not right now. 

“Wish I wasn’t as special as they see me as,” he muttered. 

“That’s what you get for being you,” you sighed. 

Leon shook his head and engulfed you in a hug. He wrapped his arms tight around your waist and rested his head atop yours. You squished your face to his chest and brought your hands down to massage his shoulders. He sighed into your touch. You’d miss this. 

Great, you thought, I’m already missing stuff and he hasn’t even left yet. 

You didn’t even know when he was supposed to leave. Last time he did this he left the next day, which you were absolutely pissed about. Especially since that was your first month really together after you two went your separate ways, though against your will. The government just had to recruit both of you for very different departments.

Leon more than made up for his bomb drop when he got back, but that didn’t lessen what he did in the first place. If you didn’t pose the question now then you’d never get an answer until it was too late. 

“When are you supposed to go?” You mumbled against him. 

A hand came up to cup your cheek as he pulled away, “I don’t know, I just know it’s soon.” 

“That means you could leave at any time,” You whined, “How long have you known?”

“Only a few days,” he was being honest. 

“That’s not good,” you pouted and rested your head against his shoulder. 

Leon rubbed his thumb up and down your cheek. Then he leaned down ever so slowly to plant a kiss on your lips. It was a sweet embrace in your kitchen. He pulled away first and looked at you. 

“Well we should use our time wisely then,” Leon smirked. 

“What-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. 

Easily, Leon bent and wisped you off your feet. One arm wrapped around your back and the other cradled the bend of your knees. You clung to his neck as he carried you through the apartment to the bedroom. 

Leon pushed the door open with his foot the biggest smile on his face as he laid you down on the bed. He didn’t give you a chance to react as he straddled your waist pushing your arms above your head. Just like he did before dinner only this time he pressed his lips to yours over and over. 

You giggled in between the quick little kisses. Then you wondered just how much he’s changed. 

“Leon,” you groaned against his lips. 

“What?” He whispered, moving his kisses from your lips to your jawline. 

“Show me what you’ve learned,” you smirked. 

His ministration stopped. His lips froze against your jaw. Slowly, he rose up and stared at the look on your face. Then everything changed. There was a different fire in his eyes now than you’d ever seen before. Leon pressed open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck to your collarbone. His hands left yours and proceeded to rip every single button off the button-down shirt you were wearing. Leon didn’t act like it was that much of an effort as he glided his hands down your chest to squeeze your breasts then down to your waist. He massaged circles into the exposed skin. 

You pouted at your work shirt getting destroyed, but quickly you didn’t even care as Leon nipped at your collarbone with his teeth. You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips and the way that you arched into his touch. You could feel his smile on your skin at your reaction. His hands moved to lift you up slightly and toss the useless shirt to the side. 

The way that he studied you made you squirm underneath his thick thighs that held you tight to the bed. 

“You won’t need this,” Leon said nonchalantly. 

Your brows knitted together as he unclasped your bra with one hand. He held it up like it was a trophy to show off, then threw it over his shoulder. Now with your chest fully exposed to him, he dipped down to continue his trail of kisses. Ever so fucking slowly, he dragged his lips to the valley of your breasts. His fingers ghosted across your stomach to the underside of your breasts. 

Goosebumps erupted across your skin. Your mouth hung open as your breathy moans filled the room. Leon was eating this all up. He took your statement to heart. He trailed his lips to your left breast. He cupped it with his hand and gave you a gentle squeeze before he took your nipple into his mouth. Almost fucking expertly he swirled his tongue around. He started off slow like he was curious about how you’d react. When you pushed yourself closer to his mouth he took his queue to speed up his lapping. 

Heat pooled in your stomach hard and fast. Your eyes screwed shut just enjoying the way he was taking care of you. Your hands skirted up his arms and settled in his hair. You tugged lightly on his locks and the moan that came out of his mouth vibrated throughout your chest. 

“Fuck,” you whined. 

Leon pulled away and you wanted to protest until he raised his head and smirked. Leon’s mouth formed into an ‘o’ as he blew on your sensitive nipple. The noise that left your mouth made Leon’s pants just a little bit too tight for comfort. 

All he could think about was you and having you make that sound again. But he was getting restless, he wanted to really show you what he’s learned. Leon’s hands covered both of your breasts. He gently massaged them as he kissed down your torso. Eliciting small moans from you. The sounds were his favorite to hear as he got to the waistband of your pants. You were still wearing your work clothes, he didn’t even give you time to change. He already ruined one of your work shirts, and you were sure he was going to ruin your pants too. But he didn’t. 

Instead, he let his hands explore the expanse of your naked skin until he got to your hips. Carefully, he unbuttoned your pants. He fluttered his eyes up to yours as he pulled the zipper down with his teeth. 

Holy shit. 

Your face was flushed and your mind was on fire at just how sensual that one movement was. Leon’s hands traveled up your covered thighs until he grabbed a handful of your ass. You shot your hips up and he took that second to dig his fingers into the waistband of your pants and pulled them off your legs. You gasped at how smooth and easy that was for him to do that. 

Leon stood up and pressed a hard kiss to your lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close. Your hands stayed in his hair as you deepened the kiss with a tilt. One of his hands ran up your thigh and the other to your shoulder blades. Leon took your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled gently. Then he pulled you to the edge of the bed in one swift motion. Before you could protest him breaking your kiss, he was already pushing your legs apart and settling on his knees in between them. 

Was this the same Leon you had sex with after Racoon City? That question kept buzzing in your head the more he surprised you. 

Your thoughts left you as you felt his fingers ghosted over your entrance. His light touch felt nonexistent, but the warmth was still there. You made a move to scoot down closer to his touch. Leon stopped that with a hand on your stomach. 

You couldn’t see the smirk on his face but you knew it was there. 

“So eager,” he whispered to himself. 

Leon placed soft kisses along the inside of your thigh. He started at your knee and got close to your core then moved to the other thigh and did the same. This teasing was going to ruin you, and he knew it. His hand stayed ever so close to where you wanted them to be, but he didn’t place enough pressure to make you feel anything other than anger. 

Your legs started to shake on the edge of the bed. Leon took the hand that held you down and adjusted you to where your thighs rested on his shoulders. You crossed your ankles that rested against his back. 

He was trapped. Or were you?

Leon gently pressed his forefinger against your cloth-covered entrance. Your underwear was soaked. He didn’t care as he drugged the finger up and down at the slowest possible pace known to man. It was just enough to have you feel something. You rolled into his touch, desperate for anything. 

Leon tsked, “Relax, and let me take care of you.”

You took a deep breath and did exactly what he said to do. Relax. 

You actively had to let the tension in your body go and just focus on him. You slowed your breathing down and just let yourself feel. The arbitrary thoughts in your mind of where he’s going or when were forced away to a distant spot in your mind that you’d unpack much later. 

It didn’t take Leon long to see the change in your demeanor. A small smile tugged at his lips. Leon placed a bit more pressure against you as he flicked his finger up and down. Your breathing quickened over the slightest change. He did it again. Your thighs tensed slightly on his shoulders. Which made him chuckle quietly. Leon just wanted to tease you as you do to him, and it was working.

When he saw how you balled your fist and your knuckles started changing color, he thought you’ve probably had enough. Leon fiddled with his pocket and pulled out a small folding knife. 

“I hope you don’t care about these,” Leon stated. 

You lifted your head and your eyes widened at the knife that was in his hands. The cool tip of the blade was pressed flat against your skin and under the band of your underwear on your left leg. Your heart ran like a fucking racehorse as you quickly nodded your head. 

A smirk played on his lips, then the ripping sound of fabric filled the room. Leon cut the other side in a quick motion like it was nothing. Within a second he pulled the fabric down and threw it below him. You were fully exposed to him. Leon pulled you just enough off the edge of the bed were your ass hung off. He kept you up easily as his arms wrapped around your hips, his hands splayed out on your stomach. 

You took one look down to see how blown his eyes were. Leon kept eye contact with you as he moved closer to your core. You could feel his breath on your thighs and you shook as he placed the flat of his tongue against you then dragged it all the way up. The loudest groan erupted from your throat and that just egged Leon on. Steadily he did it again. And again just as slow. Your hands reached for his hair and tangled in his soft locks. You gripped on him like your life depended on it. 

And it did. 

Leon stuck his tongue inside you and moved ever so slowly up and down. His tongue sent electricity throughout your entire body with how slow he was eating you out. The slow build of your release coiled in your stomach. It felt like a wave washed over you. You didn’t even realize that your thighs had closed around his head. Leon didn’t even seem to care as he just focused on you. 

One of his hands stayed splayed on your stomach as the other dropped to your entrance. Leon took his time as he pushed one finger easily inside you. Your legs twitched. Your back arched, but his hand kept you locked to the bed.

Loud moans filled your lungs as he pumped his finger in and out, twisting and curling it around your walls. This felt just like heaven as he pushed another finger in and you gasped. 

Your head was in the clouds with how well he was treating you right now. It was almost too much as you felt the heat all too apparent all over your body. You were so close to one of the most enjoyable highs of your life, getting off from Leon’s tongue and fingers. Just as you were about to scream his name he abruptly pulled away from you. The waves that washed over you pulled you under and you started drowning. All the wonderful sensation that you were riding out crashed into a wall. 

“Why,” you breathed. It took all of your strength to mutter that one word. 

Leon licked his lips so nonchalantly, “I want to give you more.”

That line knocked the wind out of your chest. That’s what you said to him all those years ago. He still remembered. You were baffled, you couldn’t even speak. Leon parted your legs and stood from his position. Easily, he lifted you so you were fully on the bed. Your entire body was hot and flushed from the euphoria you were experiencing before he decided to stop. 

Leon kept his eyes on you as he lifted the edge of his shirt and tossed it to the side completely unapologetic. You ran a hand through your hair and watched him unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down his thick toned legs. The tent in his boxers was evident as he snapped the waistband. You followed him as he walked to his side of the bed. He went to the top drawer and pulled out a condom. 

You shivered in anticipation as he took his previous spot at the end of the bed in front of you.

Leon took a small breath and ran his hand through his hair. He bit the edge of the condom wrapper and held it in his teeth. Both of his hands dipped into his waistband to push the boxers off his body. You bit your lip, your boyfriend fully naked in front of you. You pushed yourself up on your elbows to take him in his full form. Little scars covered his body from the years of training and the few missions he had gone on. Though the most prominent was the little circle on his left shoulder where he got shot almost six years ago. Every time you saw him shirtless your eyes would first travel to that spot with your shitty patch job that probably made the scarring more apparent. 

That was one of the first real moments you two shared and you smiled at your reminiscing until you felt the bed dip. You stared as he put one knee on the edge. He had his cock in his hand and was softly pumping it as he watched you. Leon’s beautiful lips were hung open as he ripped the condom open and slid it over himself.

Slowly, he made his way in between your legs again. His erection laid heavy on your stomach as he dipped down to capture your lips in a rough kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut. You cupped his cheek and held him close, deepening the kiss with a slight tilt of your head. Leon groaned and you swallowed the sound, wanting nothing more than to just be close to him. 

He pulled back and caged you with his hands next to your head. 

You smiled, “I love you.”

Leon shivered at your proclamation. You two rarely ever said those words out loud; you had other ways of expressing the concept of love. Leon only ever saved those three words for anniversaries and when...he...left… 

He dipped down for another kiss. He dragged his lips across your cheek, down your jaw, then to the curve of your neck. 

Leon kissed the shell of your ear and whispered, “I love you.” 

The words were husky and thick with emotion and the realization that he’d be leaving at a moment's notice hit hard. 

“Love me,” you whimper. 

With that, Leon stood back upon his knees. He settled himself between your legs. The tip pressed against your entrance softly, like he was afraid to break you. Leon adjusted his hips slightly and pushed himself fully inside you. You sighed as he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours. 

Neither of you wanted to move just yet. You were connected in the most primal sense. You let your head dig into the pillows to stare up at Leon. He looked so content, the flush on his face complimented him well. 

With the slightest movement, he pulled out then back in at an agonizingly slow pace. Every nerve in your body was overloaded at this point. Leon wanted to spend as much time with you as he possibly could. You knew he would drag this out as long as you both could tolerate, but you were already edged once and you didn’t think you could survive that again. 

You whined as he leisurely pushed into you as far as he could possibly go then pulled out at the same pace. It was slow going, the heat in your stomach felt like lava burning through your skin.  

As your hips met again, you enveloped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles tightly at the small of his back. Leon fell forward at your force a moan falling from his lips as he caught himself with his hands. You smirked. He looked at the smug look on your face and wiped it away with his lips devouring yours. 

Your brows furrowed together at the intensity of his kiss. Then your entire being shook as he moved his hips quickly and slammed into you. You felt the entire bed move at that one thrust. 

Fucking hell. 

Then he did it again and didn’t stop the relentless pace. You were sure there was going to be a hole in the wall where the headboard rested and you didn’t fucking care. All you could focus on was how his hips slapped hard against yours. How he filled you so deep and so fully. You wouldn’t ever feel this way with anyone else. Leon really showed you what he had learned and you were soaking up every moment of it. 

The wave of pleasure drenched your body in a layer of sweat. The heat in your stomach morphed into electricity that sent shocks through your body you could barely feel your fingers. You screwed your eyes shut and reached for Leon’s wrists that were by your head. You dug your fingernails into his skin and he hissed, but neither of you cared. You needed something to hold onto for dear life. 

Leon captured your lips and you lost it. Your toes curled as your walls clenched. The dam broke and your orgasm hit you hard and all at once. You moaned deeply in Leon’s mouth and he drank it up easily as he came with you. You could feel it inside you. You both breathed hard, not wanted to let go immediately. Leon peppered kisses on your cheek. After a minute, he slowly pulled out of you and sat back on his knees. 

With a look, you could tell how drained he was, but the corner of his lips tugged up slightly as he saw how ruined you looked. Your legs visibly shook and your chest rises rapidly. 

You lick your lips, “I’m going to need a shower now.” 

“You’re welcome.”

Leon peeled the condom off him and tied it into a knot. His legs wobbled as he threw it in the trash in the bathroom. 

You stretched out your legs and sighed at the feeling. 

“Well?” Leon asked. 

You turned your head to see him leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed which just accented his toned muscles. You held your bottom lip in your mouth tightly, then smiled. 

“You’ve certainly...blown my mind, Leon, what happened to that shy rookie?” You pouted as you sat up. 

Leon rolled his eyes, “You happened. You ruined me.” 

You scoffed and feigned innocence. 

“Me? I could never,” you smiled. 

You stretched your arms out towards him. Leon took the few steps to the bed and entangled his fingers with yours. With a tug, he pulled you up and dragged you to the bathroom. He turned the water on. In the meantime, as the water warmed up, he engulfed you in his large arms trapping you against his body. Leon’s hands rested on the small of your back. 

“What would I do without you?” he questioned. 

Your fingers followed the curve of his collar bone then to the small scar. You mused for a moment. 

“Probably would have gotten tetanus and lost a limb by now if it wasn’t for me.” 

Leon pinched you and you giggled. The water started to steam and fog up the mirror. He pulled away only to drag you both into the shower. You two stood under the stream still intertwined together. The warm water soothed both of your aching muscles. 

You pressed a kiss to his exposed neck and leaned against his shoulder. 

“Promise me you’ll come home,” you pleaded. 

“Promise,” he replied.