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love on tour memories - blurb

goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. you were bigger than the whole sky 😢 here’s a compilation of love on tour memories, some blurbs are new and some were already posted, i hope you like this trip down memory lane

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

september 4th, 2021 - las vegas, nevada

Feather boas, pink hats and colorful flags all around could only mean one thing.

Harry Styles was finally back on tour.

After a long two year wait, Love On Tour was finally hitting the road, with the first stop being the iconic Las Vegas, Nevada.

You were beyond ecstatic to say the least, being on the road with Harry was your favorite thing to do, and you knew how much he wanted to finally be doing his favorite thing in the world again.

You were roaming around backstage looking for your boyfriend, already wearing your custom red dress that would match Harry's outfit for the night.

"Love! You look stunning," Lambert's voice made you turn your head, "That dress fits you perfectly just like I knew it would." You blushed as you walked together towards where Harry was getting ready with his bandmates in a few minutes.

"You're too nice, Lamby," you smiled at him, "Is he going shirtless like I asked? I couldn't be with him while he was getting ready."

"He is, darling. He said your wish was his command."

You rolled your eyes with affection; and as if on cue, Harry entered the room exuding an aura of confidence and excitement.

He was dying to get on stage.

"Hey, love," he approached you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "Can you believe it? We're finally here."

You looked at him fondly, your eyes giving away how proud and excited you felt at the moment, "We're finally here," you repeated, "This is going to be the best tour ever."

Harry pressed a quick peck to your lips before turning his attention to the rest of his bandmates, who were gathered in the room.

"Alright, everyone," Harry announced, his voice full of enthusiasm. "This is it, the first night of Love On Tour," Jeff, who just entered the room with the rest of Harry's managers, let out a whistle in excitement. "Let's make it one to remember."

The band hugged quickly before walking down the corridor that would take them to the stage.

You walked by Harry's side, holding his hand and realizing how much you missed the tour life.

"Good luck kiss?" Harry turned to you as you reached what would be his 'soft goods' box for the next months.

"Wouldn't turn it down for the world." You smiled and connected your lips, and just like that he was off to the stage inside a storage box.

For the next two hours, Harry and his bandmates poured their hearts on stage for the first time in two years, and by the end of the night, everyone had the same thought in their minds.

This was going to be a tour to remember.

october 30th, 2021 - new york

Outside of Madison Square Garden, fans were lining up dressed in their costumes of all kind, excited to be part of Harry's fancy dress party to celebrate Halloween.

However, backstage at the arena you were was growing increasingly curious and impatient about Harry's costume choice, since everyone refused to tell you about it.

"I can't take it anymore!" You said, your eyes darting between everyone in the room. "Somebody, please tell me what Harry's going dressed as!"

Jeff chuckled, entertained by your growing desperation to know. "Oh, YN, you're in for a treat. Harry's going all out, you're going to be gagged"

"Come on, you have to give me something!" Your eyes traveled to Lambert, hoping he would crack up and tell you what you desperately wanted to know.

"Nope, and don't give me those eyes. Sue strictly told us to keep it as a surprise."

You rolled your eyes before standing up and walking towards the door. "Well, I guess I'll try to bribe him with a blowie again.

Everyone in the room laughed at your words, and before you could even reach Harry's dressing room you were intercepted by Harry's assistant Luis, who told you that he instructed him to keep you out of the room until he was ready.

You got into your own costume for the night, a fairy dress with wings and a crown, you put extra effort in your makeup adding glitter and some gem stones.

You heard two knocks to your door followed by Jeff's voice "YN, you ready? Harry is and he wants to see you."

"God, why is he being so dramatic about his costume," you opened the door as you spoke and once you were met with Jeff and his costume, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Who are you supposed to be?"

"Miss Anna Wintour, the Toms are going like this too," he shrugged and walked towards Harry's dressing room, you following behind, "Come on now, your annoying boyfriend is waiting for you."

"You ready love?" you heard Harry's voice from the other side of the door, not opening yet.

"Come on just come out already! I need to see you!"

And after a few more seconds of mystery, he finally opened the door and you were met with his blue dress and bright red shoes.

He was Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.

"Harry! This is- you look amazing!"

"Really? You like it?" he put his hands on his waist and tilt his head before giving a twirl and making you laugh.

"I love it, but I have one concern, tho."

"And that would be?" he looked at you questioningly.

"That skirt is too short! You're going to flash your bits to everyone!"

"Well, my love," he grabbed the hem of his dress, pulling it up, "That is what the bloomers are for!"

june 18th, 2022 - london, uk

"How do you feel, mate?" Jeff asked Harry as they stood together on the wings of the stage, Mitski was just done with her set and Harry was already on his outfit for the show, minutes away from hitting the stage.

"It's a weird feeling somehow," Harry turned his gaze to his manager and best friend, "I never thought I was going to ever be able to fill this place on my own, you know?"

"And here we are, two sold out shows!" Jeff threw his fist in the air as a sign of celebration and both of them laughed, side hugging as they kept admiring the crowd.

"Are you guys having a sappy sentimental moment without me?" they tuned their heads towards the voice called for them, that belonged to you.

"I was just about to leave, actually, I have to check everything's running smoothly before this one hits the stage," Jeff ruffled Harry's hair for a moment, "You lovebirds enjoy your pre-concert shag, see you out there!"

You and Harry rolled your eyes and shook your heads, all the times you got caught doing your shenanigans before the shows resulting in a constant teasing from your friends.

"So, how do you feel, rockstar?" you asked, getting closer to him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"You know, Jeff just asked the same thing."

"Okay, no talking, straight to the pre-concert shag I guess!"

Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you looked out at the crowd together.

"I feel great," Harry said, turning his face to the side to lock his eyes with yours, "Being here again and having you by my side is something that I thought would only happen in my dreams, so I feel great my dreams came true again."

"This is a time where I actually feel good saying that I told you so," you smiled softly, "I always knew that you were going to be selling out this places on your own, baby. And I'm so proud of you."

"I know," Harry pecked yours lips for a moment, "And that's the reason why I'm here, because you had never allowed me to doubt myself."

"You're here because you've earned it by working hard and pouring your heart out in everything that you do, there's no one who deserves this as much as you do."

Harry's eyes got watery at your words, and he grabbed youe face to connect your lips, expressing everything he felt at the moment with a kiss.

"10 minutes till show time!" One of the crew members announced, making you break apart.

"Go sing about fruit and joke about dads, rockstar. I love you."

"Love you more, lovey."

And with a final kiss to your lips he was off to perform, ready to charm a crowd of 80,000 people on his own, something that he never though he would achieve.

september 21st, 2022 - new york

Emotions were all over the place at Madison Square Garden’s backstage, the clinking of champagne glasses along with congratulatory speeches were heard all around the room as a way to celebrate the 15 sold out shows at the world’s most famous arena.

The grin on Harry’s face was evident as he thanked everyone who approached him to applaud his milestone, from his friends to the arena’s crew, and holding his own glass of champagne and wearing a small smile, his eyes started wandering around for you.

It was when he reached the now empty pit of the arena when he found you, just a few hours prior, the room was filled with feather boas, glittery hats and more than twenty thousand people who came together to celebrate him. Right now, it was just you and him, looking up at the brand new addition to the arena.

“HARRY STYLES. 15 CONSECUTIVE NIGHTS AT THE GARDEN”

Was what the arena’s brand new banner said, a banner that would permanently stay there, as a reminder of what your boyfriend had achieved.

“You know I wouldn’t have done it without you, right?” he said as he approached you, bringing you closer by wrapping both of his arms around your waist, leaning his chin of your shoulder “All these songs are about you, all of this is because of you, my love.”

You smiled, the feeling of elation increasing at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. Turning around to face him, you placed your hands on his cheeks before you spoke “This is all you, you did this, baby,” you said while looking into his eyes, and the fact that they were glossy and watery told you that he was still very emotional about the night’s events.

“Maybe I inspired you to write the songs, but the words aren’t mine, honey, they’re yours. All the people who filled those seats every night, they were here for you, because you have impacted their lives in ways no one else could. You deserve this, and I’m so proud and happy for you.” You finished, feeling your own eyes getting watery, still holding his face between your hands, and pressing your foreheads together.

“I’m so damn lucky to have you.” Harry chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to your jaw and then nuzzle your neck, you put your hand on the back of his neck and caress his hair, letting him embrace you and holding him right back.

“I’m the lucky one, I mean, not everyone can say that their boyfriend has a banner permanently hung up high at Madison Square Garden, right?” you joked, feeling his laugh vibrate against your neck before he pulled his face out of it, looking into your eyes.

“I love you so much, YN.” he said looking right into your eyes, and his expressed what he had just said, you could feel the love radiate from him.

He’s walking joy, walking happiness, walking love

november 5th, 2022 - los angeles

From the moment you were woken up by the sound of Harry's dry coughs, you knew it was going to be a hard day.

Harry had been feeling under the weather the last couple of days, and today he was feeling his worst. As a professional, he pushed through, thinking it was just exhaustion from the intense schedule on tour.

However, as the day progressed, Harry couldn't shake the feeling of sickness off his body. His throat was sore, and his head felt heavy and he could barely sing during soundcheck, making his bandmates and managers worry about his health.

"Baby," you called out for him, caressing his hair softly, "Jeff just texted me that the doctor is here, he's going to check up on you."

Harry didn't verbally reply, he just stood up and kissed your forehead softly before leaving the room, you following close behind.

You knew what he was worried about the most: having to cancel the show.

The doctor examined Harry thoroughly and then delivered the unfortunate news, he had a severe throat infection and singing tonight could worsen it, so he had to cancel his upcoming shows.

He didn't speak, but you knew he was devastated.

After he delivered the news to his fans via an Instagram story, you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek softly before speaking, "You did the right thing, Harry. Your fans love you, and they'll understand that your health comes first," you reassured him.

Jeff and Tommy, who were in the room too, nodded in agreement, "We'll handle the rescheduling and all the logistics. You just focus on resting and getting better," Jeff said, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, "I'm so sorry, mate." and with a final pat to Harry's back, they were out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.

"Hey," you grabbed his chin, making him look at you, "Talk to me, love. What are you thinking?"

"I feel terrible, I hate disappointing the fans and I feel like I let everyone down."

You pressed a tender kiss to his temple again before speaking, "Your fans understand that you're human, just like everyone else. You're allowed to prioritize your well-being, and the fans will always be there for you, cheering you on, no matter what."

Harry gave you a tired smile and laid your head against your shoulder, and you felt proud of everything he does, even giving himself a break.

december 4th, 2022 - buenos aires, argentina

“Holy shit! Look at how packed that pit is already.” Harry said as he got a peek of the stadium, it was still early but fans were already inside and waiting for him.

“You know how much your fans here love you, baby. Tonight’s show is going to be crazy.” You rested your chin on his shoulder, looking at the crowd with him.

“It’s going to be one of the best, I can’t fucking wait.” Excitement was evident on his voice and you couldn’t help but melt a bit, the man you love was happy and that made you the happiest as well.

“They scored!” Anthony Pham’s voice made you turn your heads, a bunch of the crew members were watching the Argentina vs Australia match on a small tv, and the screams from the crowd just confirmed that their country had just scored.

“Wait, put the match on the big screens, let’s watch it together with the crowd.” Harry said and guys from the tech crew quickly put the match on the stadium screens, making fans grow excited.

By the end of the match and by a close call, Argentina won and the crowd erupted in cheers and screams, the entire staff celebrating too and hyping the crowd.

“Go celebrate with them baby! Go on!” you urged Harry to go on stage, “You know what? Fuck it!” and he ran to the stage and hyped the crowd, celebrating the victory with them

Argentina gave him one of his best tour memories already and the shows were still yet to happen.

february 20th, 2023 - perth, australia

“How are we feeling in here tonight Perth?” Harry said into the mic, looking out at the crowd cheering and screaming for him, “It’s been about 5 years almost since I last performed in Australia, feels so good to be back.”

The crowd erupted in cheers and screams, and you watched fondly as he moved around the stage.

“YN, my girlfriend, she loves to research each country we visit before the show," Harry pointed out to you and the nerves instantly hit you, despite being with him years, you still weren’t used to the spotlight and the attention. "She told me about some… peculiar traditions you guys do over here, like drinking out of a shoe.” Harry said and the audience went wild along with you, you knew his fans had been trying to get him to do a shoey since the last time he performed in the country and you insisted that he needed to finally do it.

“This is one of the most disgusting traditions I’ve ever heard of,” he paused to shake his head, “Fuck it,” and he proceeded to take his shoe off, making the entire audience roar in cheers.

“Can you do a Shoey with water or is that against the rules? YN?” the camera zoomed into you, putting your face in the big screens across the stadium, you couldn’t help but laugh and yell your responde, “She says no! Okay let’s just get this over with.”

And next thing you knew, Harry was drinking out of his shoe and the entire stadium was erupting in screams.

“I feel like a different person…I feel ashamed of myself. It feels so personal! Such an intimate moment to be shared with so many people!” at this point your belly hurt from how much you were laughing, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh as well, “I’ll be discussing this with my therapist at length…at length! And YN, you’re a terrible girlfriend for making me do this!”

Even though you were aware of the cameras catching your every reaction, you rolled your eyes with affection and jokingly flipped him off, making him blow an obnoxious kiss your way.

“Now, who’s ready for more music?”

march 26th, 2023 - tokyo, japan

“Everyone who knows me, knows how incredibly special this country is to me. I came here a few years ago for 5 days, and stayed a LOT longer than 5 days. It was one of the best things that ever happened to me in my whole life.” Harry said, looking out at the crowd in complete awe, “I’ve always felt that my time in here in Japan was incredibly special to me & I would not be able to make those 2 albums if it wasn’t for that time. So thank you the people of Japan for whatever it was that you gave to me. I will love you for it forever”

You couldn't help but shed a few tears, adoration running through your veins for the man who was currently closing up one of the most special legs of his world tour.

"However, unlike the last time I came here, I'm not on my own this time, I'm here with this incredible band who gives me the honor to play with them every night, the amazing crew who makes every show possible, and most importantly," he put a hand to his heart before continuing, "I'm here with the gorgeous woman I get to call my girlfriend, and I feel like the luckiest man in the world for that."

It was safe to say that you were full on crying by now, aware of fans and cameras catching your every move but not ashamed to be vulnerable because of the man you loved.

Harry turned to look at you on the side of the stage before speaking again, "I love you so much, baby, thank you for being my muse and my best friend, none of this would be possible without you."

And as if it was the first sentence you ever learned, you instantly mouthed and "I love you to Harry, making him grin and blush before speaking into the mic again.

"Thank you, Japan! I love you."

june 10th, 2023 - slane, ireland

Today was a day for the history books. Harry was going to make history as the first artist to ever perform in the iconic Slane Castle as a main performer for his own tour since 1985.

He brought up that he was offered the chance while you were snuggled in bed, listening to soft music that played from Harry’s record player.

“They offered me to perform at Slane Castle. You know, that venue where the only way to perform is if you get invited by Lord Henry.” Harry said casually as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Baby! That’s amazing!” you said in a cheerful tone, but the way Harry pursed his lips made you guess what was going on in his mind, “Don’t tell me you’re second guessing this, it’s a great opportunity.”

“I know, I know,” he said, pecking your forehead softly before continuing, “But everything’s pretty intimidating, there’s a lot to live up to.”

“And you will absolutely crush it. So call Jeffrey right now and tell him to book the gig.”

And so he did. And now, you were leaning on his dressing room’s vanity table, watching as he got ready for one of the biggest nights of this career.

“How do you feel?” you asked softly, you knew that his nerves always kicked in during this time.

“Nervous, happy, excited,” he turned to you, giving you a soft smile and tender eyes, “I just want this to be a memorable show, I don’t want anyone to leave the venue feeling like the show wasn’t good enough.”

“Everything’s going to be fine, gorgeous,” he smiled at the pet name, one of his favorites that you use for him, “Every single show that you’ve done ever since you were sixteen has been absolutely incredible, this one won’t be the exception.”

And instead of giving you a verbal reply, he crashed his lips into yours, pouring all of his feelings in a kiss.

“Hershel, time to hit the stage!” you were interrupted by Jeff knocking on the door.

“Oh cut it out, Jeffrey. We’re in the middle of my pre show shag.” Harry joked, making you throw your head back in laughter.

“You have two minutes, you menaces.” Jeff timed his eyes, already used to your shenanigans.

Your laughs died down and you looked directly into his eyes, caressing the hair at the base of his neck before speaking, “You’re going to deliver an amazing show, okay?” Harry only nodded, letting you continue, “You don’t have to meet anyone’s expectations, you just need to be your loving carefree self and everyone will have the best night of their lives.”

He pecked your lips before speaking, “Thank your for that, and for just being you, honestly,” he shook his head for a moment, “I wouldn’t have the courage to go out on stage every night if it wasn’t for you.”

“You would. Because you were born for this. Now go make me proud, rockstar.”

And with a final kiss to your lips, he was off with his band, ready to hit the stage of one of the most important nights of his career.

july 22nd, 2023 - reggio emilia, italy

The time had come to say goodbye to Love On Tour.

Surrounded by Harry's family and friends, you stood in the VIP area of the field watching Harry perform the last show of his biggest tour.

The night had been incredible so far, Harry pour his heart out performing just like he had been doing for the last two years, making the show extra special by adding new songs to the setlist and letting the crowd know how thankful he has for everything given to him.

"I will remember this evening and all of this for the rest of my life. Thank you for letting me be a part of this, thank you for dedicating your time to me, thank you for listening to me. Thank you for being amazing. Thank you for everything." Harry said into the mic, beginning with his final speech, one you knew would make you tear up.

"I have people here tonight who have supported me in so many ways over the past 13 years in which you can only imagine. I would not be on this stage without them and their love and support. My family are here tonight, my friends are here tonight," Harry's voice cracked up and his eyes got teary, making everyone in the crowd tear up along with him, "I was doing so well! Thank you for the support, thank you loving me for the way that you have. My friends are here tonight, thank you for having my back, always. I love you all so much. Thank you. I have a lot of things to feel incredibly lucky for in life but i feel the luckiest with my friends support. It allows me to do this. I am so full right now, I've never been happier in my entire life."

You held Anne's hand as you listened to his speech, both of you growing emotional at his words, just as the nearly 100,000 fans in the crowd.

"My girlfriend and life partner is here tonight, just like she was for all 169 previous nights, and all the most important moments of the last 13 years," eyes turned to you, but your attention was only on the man on stage, the one you loved, "I've said it countless of times before, but none of this would be possible without you. You're my best friend, my muse and my biggest supporter. Thank you for loving me, and giving me a love to write about. I love you."

You mouthed an "I love you" back to him, wiping some tears that kept falling from your eyes.

"Secondly, to you all," he turned to face his band, "Thank you so much for doing this with me, that you trust me, thank you for giving your time, your energy. This show is what it is because of everything you've done every night."

He continued his speech, thanking the fans for the same space they created over the years, and giving him the opportunity to be on stage every night doing what he loves the most.

After a 10 minute ballad written specially for the night, Love On Tour was officially over. But the memories created around it would last a lifetime.

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Leon Kennedy/fem!reader

Anon requested: If you're taking requests can you do a story where leon finds out that fem reader is in love with him? He finds out by over hearing Ashley, Luis and fem reader having a conversation. Of course Luis and Ashley are teasing fem reader about it the entire time. Can it end with fem reader and leon kissing and possibly making love?

You and Leon were sent on the mission to find Ashley together. I changed the horde fight in the house with Luis to just, not happen :) artistic liscence So the teasing happens then, everything else happens after the mission has ended.

(RE4r)Leon Kennedy/fem!Reader

Contains: NSFW, cunnilingus, idk this is pretty vanilla compared to what I normally write

Word Count: 2.5k+

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Leon S Kennedy had been tasked with finding the president's daughter, and you were assigned to go with him. The two of you hadn't worked together before but you already knew of him. Everyone knew he was one of the best, and you had been a little starstruck to find out he was who you'd be working with.

At first, you thought your embarrassment around him was simply admiration. He was really good at this job, pulling moves like breaking a guy's neck with a chain. Your throat had gone dry when watching that. When you heard Leon shouting at the man he had been chained with, you decided to chalk it up to the fascination of watching someone so impressive up close. But the man had clearly noticed something, shooting you a smirk as he tossed you the key and ran off.

You had continued to... admire Leon throughout the mission. You flushed every time he caught you looking but he always smiled so kindly at you. He was just being encouraging as your superior, you dismissed.

When the two of you finally found Ashley in the church, you had been hopeful that the mission would be over soon. All you had to do was get to where the helicopter would land which was, obviously, the opposite side of the village.

You had run through every area you'd already been through, trying to get to the site. After a brief stop at the merchant's shop, you could hear the ganados chasing behind you as the three of you crossed a bridge. There was a house up ahead, and the door flew open to Luis. As Leon pushed Ashley towards Luis, you turned to the bridge. It was only held up by ropes, and the infected people were still at the other side; You could probably cut it down before they reached you.

"Leon! The ropes!" You shouted to him, pulling out your knife to cut the left side. Leon followed suit, cutting the ropes on the right. One guy managed to launch himself towards you, knocking you down, but the rest fell with the bridge. With a quick stab to the throat, you pushed both your feet against his chest, and pushed him off the edge.

So now, here you are in this raggedy old house, with your mission partner, the president's daughter, and a suave stranger. Leon walks to the man with purpose. He pins him to the wall with a fist on his chest. You ignore the weird flutter in your chest. The man turns the focus to the 'missing señorita' who bristles and tells him her name. He then introduces himself as Luis. After another moment of Leon trying to intimidate Luis, you sigh.

"Leon, we have somewhere better to be than this dingy little house," you unsubtly remind him. He looks at you, releasing Luis with a slight push. Moving to the stairs, he tells you to keep an eye on him while he looks around for anything useful. With another sigh, and a roll of your neck, you start looking around downstairs too.

"Sooo, you and Leon..." Luis started. You looked over at him as you opened a drawer.

"What about me and Leon?" Confused at his meaning, you close the empty drawer and turn to another.

"You had a certain look in your eyes earlier," he clarifies.

"A look?" You ask with a humoured scoff. As you take some pesetas from the drawer, Ashley joins in.

"Like when he was storming to Luis before." Shutting the door a little harder than intended, you turn to look at her with indignation. With a giggle, she continued, "Your face was as red as it is now!"

You roll your eyes and turn your back, refusing to acknowledge the pair. They keep talking about you though, clearly finding amusement in your annoyance.

"You should've seen her when we were chained up earlier. He did some impressive moves. You could practically see the hearts in her eyes." Luis chuckles, and when you finally look at them again, Ashley draws a heart shape with her pointer fingers as she mouths 'hearts' at you. You narrow your eyes, opening your mouth to protest but then you stop short.

Leon was sitting on the stairs. The top few steps are sideways, and the ceiling hides most of his body from view, but you can see his boots through the gaps in the bannister. You snap your mouth shut, glare at Ashley and Luis, and move to the other side of the room.

A minute goes by in silence. Though Luis still has a shit-eating smile on his face, Ashley looks a little flustered herself. Leon finally comes back down the stairs. For a split second, he looks at you, bashful. It's quickly replaced with his usual stern look as he tells you all that you should get moving. Ashley grumbles a little, clearly hoping for more time to rest, but you were glad to move on and pretend this whole ordeal hadn't happened.

Everything would be fine once you got out of this god-forsaken village.

Everything was not fine after you got out of the god-forsaken village. If all you had been through wasn't bad enough, being infected, Luis and Krauser... Leon had been mostly silent the entire way home, until right at the end. He had turned to you as he left, saying,

"We need to talk."

So obviously, you were... worried. You know he'd heard Ashley and Luis' teasing, so you assume he wants to talk about the feelings you had only admitted were actually feelings on the ride back to America. He hadn't specified a time or place either, so you're just sitting here, curled up on your sofa, TV playing some random channel that you weren't paying any attention to, and you're just stewing in all your feelings. It was overwhelming.

You're not sure how long you sat staring blankly at whatever was in front of you, thoughts whirring wildly in your head, until you're bought back to the present by a knock on your door.

You open it to see a tired looking Leon, his hair hanging in front of his face and you just wanted to brush it back. The two of you hold eye contact for a moment before you take a deep breath and a step back, allowing him in.

"Is it..." Leon tries after you've both sat down on your sofa. "What they were saying, is- do you really... feel that way?" Your face warms up as you clear your throat.

"Well, I... Yeah," you respond, embarrassment and nervousness making your heart pound. He puts a hand on your face, turning you to look at him directly and, looking you dead in the eye, he says,

"Good."

Then swiftly, he kisses you timidly. It's short, only a few seconds but your eyebrows had already lifted in surprise by the time he starts to lean back. In a moment of bravery, you chase his lips with yours, smashing your mouths together. He lets out a soft sigh through his nose.

You both channel all the built up emotions from throughout the mission. All the frustration and sadness and desperation. You pant into each other's mouths, tongues swirling. His hand on your face moves into your hair. Both of yours are grasping at the sides of his shirt as his left hand is placed on your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth.

Eventually, he pulls back, latching his mouth onto your neck while you breathe heavily into his hair. His hand slides up your leg, pushing under the hem of the big sweater you're wearing. You close your eyes, wrapping one hand around his back as the other moves down, hooking your fingers behind his belt. He hums, kissing your jaw just below your ear.

"Bed?" He suggests, voice low and breathless. Not trusting your own voice, you just gently push him back, taking his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

Kicking the door shut behind him, Leon pulls you to him by your waist, kissing you deeply. Without breaking, you walk backwards to your bed. Leon pushes you carefully to sit on the edge and he kneels down in front of you. His hands hold your thighs, stopping you from moving as you went to shuffle back.

When he's sure you've stopped, he puts his right hand under your knee, pulling your leg up to hook it over his shoulder. He tips his head to the side, kissing your thigh as he leans down to push your sweater up, then presses his mouth to your lower belly.

You let out a soft sigh, and you can feel him smile against your skin. His fingers pull your panties down over your hips, his mouth following, kissing each new area of skin that's revealed. He ignores where you want his mouth the most in favour of moving down your thighs. When your panties reach your knees, he leaves them there, ducking his head under them to reach you again.

You gasp quietly as Leon kisses your mound, let out a shakey breath as he licks your folds. He keeps one hand on your thigh, holding your leg to the side. The other hand slides to your hip, grasps at the top of your thigh, and pulls your closer towards his face.

His tongue flicks your clit making you moan and wiggle against him. Finally, he closes his mouth around your little bundle of nerves and sucks. Your hips lift, trying to push yourself even closer to him. Small moans and panting breaths bubble out of your mouth endlessly and your hands clench your sheets.

His hand moves to join his mouth, a finger slowly pushing into you. You'd be embarrassed by the noise you made if you were thinking straight, but the only thing on your mind is the feeling of him eating you out as he gently preps you for more.

"Leon..." You breathe out. "Hmm... So close- please..." He chuckles quietly, and it vibrates through you. You look down only to see that he was already looking at you, and when your eyes lock, he hums and sucks even harder.

The coil that you'd felt twisting and tightening as his tongue worked magic, suddenly released. Your head drops back, mouth wide as loud moans and gasps escape you. Your legs try to shut, squeezing Leon against you as your hips twitch. You can feel him grinning as his tongue gently guides you through it until you're left panting and shaking, legs dropping off his shoulders when you relax.

Leon peppers kisses up your stomach, pushing your sweater higher and higher up your body. He reaches your chest, mouthing at the skin between your breasts, then travelling over to your nipple, twirling his tongue around it. You whine, burying a hand in his soft hair, and wiggle your legs so your panties fall from your ankles to the floor.

He pulls back a little to look at you, hands holding your sides, thumbs rubbing your breasts. Your face flushes seeing your wetness had dripped down his lower face and his neck. Fuck, he looked so good.

He bent down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his crotch against you. He's hard, cock pressing the rough fabric of his pants into your cunt and you gasp, so sensitive it hurts.

"Ready?" Leon asks, hissing when his clothed cock bumps into you again. You nod with a hum, hands reaching to grab his belt but your shakey hands fumble the buckle. He chuckles, standing up straight between your spread legs.

"Move up, " he instructs, pulling his shirt up and over his head. You all but drool at the sight of him, shuffling further up your bed until your head touches your pillows. You can't tell if Leon's teasing you or if you're just very impatient, but it takes him entirely too long to be rid of his pants.

You lean up slightly, resting on one elbow as you softly fondle your breast with the other hand, watching him. When he finally pushes his thumbs under his boxers to remove them, you bite your lip, eyes unwavering from the tent in the fabric. Smirking at you tormentingly, he pulls them down so slowly.

You huff, tipping you're head to one side while you pout. When they're finally low enough, his prick springs up, bouncing from momentum. You rub your thighs together, playing with your nipple as you watch him take hold of his cock, squeezing the head.

"Like what you see?" He teases and you just nod mindlessly. Placing a hand on your leg, Leon moves to kneel between your legs. He puts his arms under your back, pulling you up into a sitting position. "Want you to ride me, baby," he mutters into your neck, pressing little kisses to your throat and collarbone. His hands pull your legs to either side of his so you're sitting on his lap, squashing his length against your folds.

You grind your hips down on him, causing both of you to moan. Taking him tenderly in your hand, you guide his cock to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down on him. His hands hold onto your hips, fingers trembling. When he's as deep in you as possible, your head falls forward, resting on his shoulder. Both of you stay still for a moment, catching your breath.

"C'mon darlin'," he says, tapping your ass lightly. You lift yourself with unstable legs, and when you've pulled off his full length, Leon grabs your hips and pulls you back down. You moan into his shoulder, pressing your open mouth to his skin.

His strong hands help lift you up and down. Your legs tremble more and more with every raise and you struggle to keep yourself upright. So you wrap your arms tightly around his back, nails digging in like anchors.

Leon starts thrusting up to meet you and your legs give out. You're moaning and babbling against his shoulder as you bounce on his cock from the force of his thrusting. He moves one hand from your hip to your back, holding you close to him, and he's panting in your ear, whispering sweet praises.

"Feels so good," he says breathily. "So soft and warm and-" he cuts himself off with a moan. You squeeze around him, clawing your nails on his back. You need him closer. You wrap your legs around his waist and press your teeth into his shoulder, now wet with your saliva, as you rock your hips.

When your climax finally hits, it's explosive. You throw your head back as your back arches, pressing against him ever closer. You can't even hear the scream that tears from your throat over the ringing in your ears. Your whole body quivers.

Leon kisses your neck, his thrusting staggering as he nears his own completion. As you slowly come down from the high, your body thrumming and tingling, you tangle a hand weakly in his hair. His hands grab at your body with the same desperation as yours had his. You whine with overstimulation, slumping your body against his, trying to coax him to completion by rolling your hips.

With a garbled moan, Leon finishes, hands push you down on him as deep as he can go. His warm cum floods you in bursts. You keep rocking until he's emptied himself in you, until he's grumbling from stimulation and his hands hold you still, forcing you to stop.

He pulls you both down, flopping on your sides, still wrapped around each other. You whine sadly when his softened cock slips out of you, making his eyes crinkle as he laughs quietly. He stretched over you to grab a blanket and lay it over your naked bodies. You were both curled up, legs tangled, arms clinging to each other tightly.

Leon stroked his hand up and down your back. You tucked your head under him, sighing contently as the pair of you drifted off to sleep.

#i've looked at words for so long #i can no longer read #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfic #x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 #luis serra #ashley graham

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azul-marie · 1 year

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luis. (sweet talk)

note: fem. reader. implied to be latina/hispanic; no physical features are mentioned. can also simply pass as a spanish speaker. spanish was kindly corrected by @angi-writes-filth ; translations are included at the end for your convenience.

“¿dime, chula, qué pasa entre usted y el oficial?”

his question has leon turning to you with a serious curiosity, no doubt hoping you’d translate something useful. unfortunately for him, and for you, it’s nothing more than what luis hopes will turn into flirtatious banter.

you shake your head at your partner, leaving him unconvinced. you hope his meager grasp of spanish keeps him from understanding too much. “¿qué con que?” you beck your head at luis, who grins upon receiving your attention. “es mi socio, nada más.”

your coy reply does not escape him. at once he slinks to your side, playful gray eyes flicking about your pretty face. “parece que le caes muy bien, ¿eh? te ha cuidado más que a la niñita.” he bumps shoulders, a teasing gesture. gets you rolling your eyes with a hint of a smile on your lips.

across the room of the safehouse, ashley looks on with girlish interest, her brows raising suggestively at the sight of you two so close. you send her a face, a code between young women, that has her fighting back a laugh.

leon, ever responsible, busies himself by placing whatever broken wooden planks he finds onto the dirty glass windows by the entrance door. you catch him glancing ever so often back at where you stand, unable to hide the wary way he eyes the man cozying up beside you. you ponder luis’s words.

“quiero pensar que somos amigos. los amigos se necesitan quererse, ¿no?” you reiterate, shifting your weight opposite of him. a thrill runs up your heart when he inches closer, intentions all too obvious.

“eso es lo que quiero saber, cariña. usted, el chaval, sólo sois amigos, ¿verdad?”

“vaya…estás muy interesando en él. ¿por qué me hablas a mi?”

“supongo que quiero saber si tengo una chance, ¿que mas?” luis chuckles, moves to prop his shoulder onto the wall behind you, one arm loosely caging you, the other resting on his hip. “y, pues, la cosa es…” he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of your ear, “que difícil ignorar a alguien tan hermosa.”

heat rises up your face, a trained façade breaking as you laugh him off, unable to stop from smiling this time. luis hovers, incredibly pleased, watching from up close how your beauty lights up. he lingers even when you give him a lighthearted shove, stammering an excuse of having to check upstairs for supplies.

he lays back against the wall, feels the vibrations of your heels clicking up the stairs. knows you won’t find anything, anyway — if you weren’t so flustered, you’d remember he had already gone up there to check as soon as the group arrived.

a satisfied smirk refuses to leave his face, despite the severe way leon glares at him from across the room.

“i’m guessing you didn’t share any valuable input?” leon asks curtly, broad shoulders tense.

friends, my ass, luis thinks. he throws his hands up innocently, appearing clueless to leon’s envy. “no, no, it was. valuable for her to know, at least.” he winks impishly, earning himself a scowl. “c’mon, yanqui, i’m just being friendly, you know?”

though his jaw sets tight, leon says nothing in return, remembering ashley stands not too far from his place near the front door.

“everything’s clear up here.” your voice comes down the stairs before the rest of you does. you pointedly ignore both men eyeing your figure as you make your way to ashley’s side. “there’s a relatively clean bed upstairs if you’d like to rest, sweetie. i know it’s hard to relax in our situation, but i think it’s best you try.”

ashley quirks a brow. i’ll go if you tell me everything.

you offer your hand. well, duh.

“yeah, you’re probably right.” ashley agrees, voice feigning hesitation, placing her hand in yours to lead her away. she gives leon a passing look to gauge his reaction, but can’t seem to look past what she now recognizes as his “cool, calm, agent guy” persona. that, and, he’s a little too occupied watching you walk away to really react.

at least luis shows a little disappointment when you walk by without looking his way, even pouting at the lack of attention. the air sours as the two men are left alone, for plenty of reasons she’s clueless for.

she should really brush up on her spanish when she gets home.

translations below: “tell me, cutie, what’s up with you and the officer?” “what’s with what? he’s my associate, nothing more.” “it looks like he likes you quite a bit. he’s taken more care of you than of the girl.” “i like to think we’re friends. friends have to like each other, don’t they?” “that’s what i’d like to know, sweetheart. you, the guy, you’re just friends, right?” “wow…you’re seriously interested in him. why are you talking to me?” “i guess i wanna know if i have a chance, what else? and, well, the thing is…it’s difficult to ignore someone so beautiful.”

#resident evil 4 remake #re4 remake #resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #luis sera navarro x reader #luis sera imagines #i have had. absolutely. no thoughts. other than re4make.#i cannot go 5 minutes without thinking of leon and or luis. it is Impossible!!!!!!#wanted to write for luis first since there is literally no content for him??? huh??? not on my watch #i tried my best writing in spanish for the first time!! thankfully i was able to get great help to correct my silly mistakes haha #latin american/mexican spanish is my second tongue so reader’s more closely resembles it #here i thought i knew spanish pretty well until i decided to research how castilian spanish works LMAO #also it goes without saying but ashley and reader will ALWAYS be besties in everything i write. it’s just the way it gotta be.

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bruhaintnowway · 11 months

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Hybrid Dog Leon from RE4 cuz it’s cute :)

•Fluff

•Anyone can be reader

•Leon is dog

Scenario one:

Leon walks with the group as they all took a rest in a room. Ashley stands behind him talking to Luis about how tired they were from walking around.

Leon sits on a crate relaxing his muscles and sighing gratefully as he takes the weight off his feet.

Ada stares at Leon with a gleam in her eyes. He wasn't acting the same as when she had first met him. She remembered seeing the man's tail wag for every victory and every praise she'd given him in his youth. Now, However, now he was sitting stoic and uncaring as if this entire ordeal bored him. She observed him closely as he did.

“So, Leon.” She says, Leon looks at her with an unamused expression. He doesn't move to look at Ada just moving his body slightly adjusting himself in his seat. She seems amused by the action. In his past even being addressed would have the man's ears perk up and tail wagging.

"You're a lot more serious than you used to be," She says, eyeing him suspiciously with a faint smile. Leon doesn't say anything finally looking up at her with a bored expression.

"Come on. Where's that cute, fun-loving, rookie cop I met not too long ago?" She teases, watching Leon who leans back against the wall behind him meeting her gaze with a stoic face.

"He grew up," He says back, rolling his shoulders to relieve some stress he'd been holding from his mission.

"Really?" Ada hums, nodding slowly as if he was changing her mind. He was definitely different, but she could still see that rookie cop in him and she was determined to bring it out.

"Yeah, can't be a kid forever," Leon says nonchalantly fiddling with his gun his face neural and calm.

Ada nods watching Leon before a small smile pulls at her lips.

"So, how's your keeper?" Ada asks with a knowing smile.

Leon freezes keeping a bored expression on his face

"Why are you bringing them up?" He says, in the same monotone voice.

He's not noticing Ashly holding back a laugh as his tail wags smacking her repeatedly. Ada arched an eyebrow putting a hand up to cover her laugh.

"They have no relevance to this conversation," Leon says, his face remaining cold as his tail wags uncontrollably at the thought of his significant other.

Ada holds back a laugh watching his tail wag and watching Luis's eyes grow wide in shock.

"OH MY!? IT WAGS!?" Luis yelled excitedly, watching Ashley laugh happily at Leon's excitement.

"You left the rookie cop in you behind, huh?" Ada says snorting a bit, as Leon's tail seems to be causing dust to pick up behind him.

"Shut up," He says, grabbing his tail.

He feels bit embarrassed as he steps out of the room to compose himself, ignoring Luis's pleas to let him pet him.

Scenario two:

Leon has successfully taken Ashley out of danger as they speed away over the water on the jet ski. Ashley speaks to Leon excitedly as he smiles softly, promising to get her home where she can finally be safe.

Ashely smiles she'd only seen Leon smile once since they had met and suddenly she felt a spark in her brain as an idea formed she smiled mischievously and cleared her throat.

"Hey, Leon?" She asks innocently.

Leon glances back with a smile happy that they'd made it out safe and sound his mood soaring.

"Hm?" He hums as they zoom over the water

"Tell me about your keeper," she says.

Leon's ears perk at the mention and he smiles wider his tail wagging and smacking her in the face she regrets the timing of her request but she knew that this would have been a missed opportunity if she hadn't asked.

"Oh! They are the best! I'll introduce you when you get back home! They are so nice to me! They help me stay clean and they always make sure I eat and don't overwork myself! I'm so excited to see them when I get back!" Leon rambled his tail smacking Ashely repeatedly she laughs loudly trying to hold his tail so she wouldn't the knocked off.

Scenario three:

Leon walked leading the group as they made their way around. Ashely and Luis close behind.

"I need to," Luis says to Ashely, feeling a sudden urge of confidence as he looks at Leon's tail.

"Don't," Ashley warned shaking her head.

Luis ignored her and took a few steps forward reaching out slowly in hopes of touching Leon's tail. Luis had successfully pet both Ashely and Ada but Leon was a tricky one to get. However Luis was filled with determination as he walks crouching trying to be as quiet as possible feeling his heart pound with anticipation as his hand neared the fluffy tail when Leon's ears perk up and he lifts his tail before Luis can touch it.

"What. are. you. doing." Leon asks looking down at Luis who laughed nervously his hand still outstretched clearly caught in in his intentions.

"Good doggy?" Luis said jokingly, feeling his body spike with sudden fear seeing Leon's face as he catches him.

Leon looks at him unimpressed knocking him to the floor with a swift kick to the stomach. Luis groans in pain holding his stomach as Leon rolls his eyes turning away and continuing to walk.

"Told ya~" Ashley teased, laughing her ass off as she walked past Luis who huffed on the floor from pain.

"I WILL PET THAT TAIL!" Luis yelled before them as he groaned again in pain.

Scenario Four:

Luis walked behind Leon watching his tail remain low and controlled he hums and speeds up walking next to Leon he was determined to see his tail wag again and even more determined to pet him.

"So how come your tail doesn't wag with normal exciting stuff?" Luis asks, he'd been watching Leon closely for hours and after every victory or even when Leon seemed excited his tail remained perfectly still.

"I am a specially trained agent I can control my excitement, unlike some people," Leon says with a bored expression not sparing Luis a glance as they walked. Luis narrowed his eyes at his words thinking back to what Ada had said earlier.

"So, Not even when you think about your keeper?" Luis asked, experimenting with how he could see Leon wag his tail again. Leon's ears perk and his tail swishes but remains still.

"No," Leon says back.

"Don't wag. Don't wag. Don't wag..." Leon thinks desperate to keep his composure but he deflates a bit when Luis lets out an excited yell.

"Damn it," Leon thinks as his tail wags uncontrollably smacking Ashley again who groaned.

"WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?" She laughed, trying to step away from Leon's tail.

Luis walks over excitedly reaching over to touch his tail only to be smacked hard in the face making him fall back.

"Oh come on!" Luis yells in defeat.

Leon sighed deeply trying to re-contain his excitement thinking how he couldn't wait to tell his significant other all these stories he was sure they would have a good laugh about it.

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luizastarry · 9 months

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psst,,hey Lui,, tell me ur headcanons about the color gang,,,,,if u want

Red is the best fighting teacher out of the RYGB. Green would show off to try to impress his student so much he just ends up beating them up, Blue would just Assume thry know stuff and accidentally shoot them in the shoulder and. and Yellow. I don't trust Yellow.

...Orange is better than all of them, though, since he has the perspective of someone who WASN'T created to fight and doesn't just instinctually know stuff.

Blue is the primary medic of the color gang because of the potions, plus he makes amazing chicken soup. However, Red is a backup for when Blue is unavailable, since he has so many pets and kinda has to know how to take care of creatures.

Yellow has REALLY bad eyesight but refuses to wear glasses. (hes just like me fr..) Orange's sunglasses from AvM ep 11 are actually photochromic glasses, he has the same eyesight as Alan has.

Orange looks like a twig but is actually more powerful than the rest of the gang.

Green, Blue and Orange are all artsy, but in different ways. Orange's main passion is art, of course, but he specializes in animation and character art. While Green and Blue don't focus on art as much as Orange, Green is better at graphic design and Blue is better at painting

After getting his new noteblock voice, Green would abuse it to annoy everyone. Alan got really jumpscared the first time Green did that in his presence. Everyone agreed to keep the PC deafened until he would stop, but he kept finding ways to unmute it, and oh well...

Blue drinks decaf coffee :( /hj/lh

#ok sorry for word vomit </3 im done now #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #ava #avm #ava red #ava second coming #ava second #ava orange #ava yellow #ava green #ava blue #avm red #avm second coming #avm orange #avm yellow #avm green #avm blue

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endlesslystarlitskies · 1 year

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Lost and Found- Part 12

A/N: Hello guys, here’s chapter 12! It’s shorter, and I think the next couple of ones are going to be short too, but we’ll see. I’m still trying to figure out how to break the chapters up best. Please let me know what you guys think, and thank you to everyone still following along with this story!

Genre: Horror, Action, Adventure, Romance, Slow-Burn,

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Named Reader (Named but not Described)

Summary: Ella was one of the missing hikers who was kidnapped by the villagers. She narrowly escaped being sacrificed, but her friends weren’t so lucky. Managing to survive out in the woods with her previous skills and knowledge, she runs into Leon, and that meeting begins the longest, most dangerous adventure of her life as she tries to help him save the girl she saw being taken into the church. What will happen along the way? Only one way to find out.

Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore, Death, Murder, Monsters, Suicidal ideations mentioned

Word Count: 3,383

Part 11 Part 13 Story Masterlist

xXx

Ella had been keeping a close eye on Leon, having told him he could rest while she kept a lookout, but he had declined. She hadn’t expected him to say yes, but she wished he had. He probably needed it more than anyone.

“Leon? Ella?” The two turned to see Ashley had finally woken up, sitting up and turning to her. She seemed to have gotten a bit of her strength back, and Ella was relieved she seemed relatively normal.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” Leon told her, and Ashley shook her head, giving him a small smile.

“No, thank you. You brought the medicine just in time.” She breathed, rubbing her wrists before she threw her legs over the side of the bed and moved to stand. “Where’s Luis?” At the mention of the Spanish man, Ella frowned, having had him on her mind ever since Leon told her the news.

“He was worried about you. . .until the end.” Ashley looked to Leon at that, falling back onto the bed once she processed what he meant. She seemed just at a loss for words as Ella had been, her shoulders sagging a bit as she came to terms with the news. Neither of the girls may have been close to him, but it was a shock to lose him. He deserved to make it out too.

“Come on, we don’t have much time.” Leon stood up, and Ella let out a breath, before doing the same. She knew he was right, but she wished they could rest another few seconds. “Let’s get rid of these things.” Leon told her, holding his hand out, and Ashley took it, letting him help her up.

“For Luis.” She looked at the both of them, and Ella nodded determinedly. They would avenge him, and everyone else these cult bastards hurt.

xXx

Leon had contacted Ada about the location of Luis’ lab, and she gave them a direction to go, once again proving herself helpful. Maybe she couldn’t be fully trusted, but it was clear to Ella that Ada was more friend than enemy.

Ella considered mentioning their small meeting, but decided against it, keeping it to herself. She had no idea what happened between Leon and Ada, but she could guess that whatever it was was very complicated, and she didn’t feel like getting in the middle of it right now. Not only that, but she didn’t really understand what their meeting had meant herself, Ada’s words still confusing her.

Ella snapped out of it as Ashley happily volunteered herself to go over the wall to open the locked door on the other side, eager to get through this as quickly as possible. Ella didn’t complain, as her aching body really could use the break, and once Ashley removed the bar that was blocking their path, they moved forward. To Ella’s delight, the familiar purple flame was just beyond the next unlocked door, it having been a while since she last saw him.

“Well, hello again stranger! Long time no see!” He greeted as Ella walked over to his table, and she had half a mind to jump over it and hug him, but she refrained.

“Hey, it’s good to see you, even if I don’t have any money on me. Or gear for that matter.” She chuckled.

“Oh is that so? Well maybe I found your gear and held onto it for safekeeping?” Ella paused at that, looking at him as if unsure whether he was kidding or not, but he just winked, before putting them on the table in front of her.

“They’re all full up on ammo, and I’ve filled your pouch.” He assured, continuing as Ella picked up her gear, still visibly surprised. “Don’t worry, I’ve taken the initiative and grabbed the money I needed already.” He laughed, and Ella expected nothing less. She had felt practically naked without her gear, so when she put everything in its rightful place, she let out a breath of relief. It felt so much better to have it on her again. She had been scared to go forward without having much to defend herself or Ashley, dreading leaving all the work to Leon, but now she didn’t have to.

“Thank you.” She told him sincerely as she holstered her gun. She knew he was constantly roaming about, but the fact that he had gone out of his way to get her gear back for her still made Ella a little emotional. He really made up for leaving her to fend in the woods for four days, and Ella was grateful for him.

With that, Ella stepped aside to let Leon stock up as well, missing the look he and the Merchant shared.

xXx

Ella had to quickly learn how to handle villagers with military grade weapons, as well as little parasitic creepy crawlers, as they continued on, but nothing could have prepared her for what Leon called the Regenerator.

“Stay back!” He told her after having Ashley hide in a locker. “These things don’t go down easy, and you don’t have the right weapon.” Ella didn’t have to be told twice, finding the monsters more terrifying than the creatures with the razor-sharp claws. Especially when this one had spikes, like a porcupine. Apparently, that was new, because Leon hadn’t been expecting them either. Fortunately, he took care of him with the new rifle he had gotten, Ella thinking the coast was clear- except the thing started to violently shake as the spikes coming out of it grew, her eyes widening.

Leon realized quickly what was happening, and he cursed.

“Ella, find cover!” He shouted, but he knew she wouldn’t move fast enough, running over and grabbing her before diving behind a wall just in time as the spikes shot out from the regenerator's corpse at deadly speeds.

Ella had expected her back to meet solid ground and a large weight to practically crush her, agitating her already injured chest, but instead she found herself lying on top of Leon, who had turned them so he didn’t land on her. She was slightly surprised, and she would never understand how he had such quick reflexes. His arms were around her as they both looked at each other in concern.

“Are you alright?” Leon beat her to it, and she looked at him incredulously.

“Me?! You’re the one who landed on the hard floor.” She pointed out as she sat up, her hand pressing into his chest as she looked over him. Fortunately, none of the spikes seemed to hit him, which was relieving. She would have felt horrible if he had gotten hurt because of her.

“Trust me, I’ve landed on worse.” He mused, sitting up onto his elbows and looking at her expectantly. It was then Ella realized she was straddling him, and she practically jumped up, trying to will away the heat she could feel at her cheeks. Without a word, she held her hand out to offer her help, not missing the amusement in his eyes as he took it. She decided not to comment on it further as that was in her best interests, Ella sure Leon would love nothing more than to make some funny quip about it.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, looking away from him and taking a quiet breath as her embarrassment faded little by little. Leon seemed to decide against teasing her, which helped Ella relax, as that would definitely make it easier to forget that had ever happened.

“Anytime.” The way he said that word made her heart flutter, Ella feeling as though there was more behind it than what was on the surface. She shook the thought from her head, convincing herself she was imagining it and focusing on what was important.

xXx

Ella held off the infected cult members as Ashley kept the bridge up for Leon, who was diverting the power. He ran into another one of those regenerators, and Ella really hoped running into those things wouldn’t become a habit. Especially because she couldn’t really help with them.

Leon fortunately took care of it quickly, and Ella finished off the last of the infected who tried to grab Ashley. She noticed that now that they were no longer in the castle, they didn’t seem intent on killing her, realizing that it really was Ramon who had it out for her. That was fine, as she hadn’t liked him much either. She had assumed he was dead, not giving him much thought now that he was no longer an obstacle.

Once Leon was back, they made their way forward, ending up outside where a large wrecking ball waited for them. The three quickly learned they would need it to get to the lift on the other side of the weakened wall, and Ashley was more than happy to volunteer herself, referencing driver’s ed as her experience. Ella didn’t know how helpful that would be, but considering neither she nor Leon knew anything more about them, there was no harm in letting Ashley have a go at it.

The young girl climbed inside, and Ella was prepared to hold on and stand by the door to guard it so no one could get the bright idea to come after Ashley when the horde inevitably came at the sound of the machine starting up. However, there were many, many infected who showed up, and Ella had to step off and help Leon with them, especially when another big boar man with a hammer showed up.

Ella could handle him this time, using her shotgun and landing three shots on his chest. She doubted he would need more, but she didn’t have to find out as the boar man fell back on one of the many fences lining the edge of the platform they were on, the unstable and ungrounded object falling back as the boar man went with it over the edge. Ella moved to it, looking over to see it was a long fall.

“We definitely don’t have to worry about him anymore.” She chuckled, before feeling someone grab the back of her flannel. Ella stumbled as she was suddenly pulled away from the edge, looking at Leon incredulously, though the man was focused on shooting the infected in front of them.

“You were asking for trouble being that close to the edge,” Was all he said to explain himself, and Ella rolled her eyes, thinking he was just being dramatic.

xXx

Well, he ended up being right.

In Ella’s defense, she hadn’t intentionally found herself near the opening in the fence line again, and she wasn’t even that close, making sure to keep a good distance away from it. Especially when one of those parasites that popped out of the head and had long rope-like tentacles was nearby. Its back was to the opening, so Ella saw her opportunity and kicked it in the chest, sending it stumbling back far enough to slip off the edge as she turned around to focus on what was left. However, one of its tentacles lashed out, catching her in the leg and pulling her with it as she fell forward onto the concrete, dropping her shotgun.

“Leon!” She shouted as she slid backwards at a fast rate, having nothing to grip onto to stop herself.

Leon turned quickly at the panicked shout of his name, seeing Ella being dragged towards the opening, his eyes widening slightly.

Ella watched as he ran towards her, but she didn’t know if he was going to make it as she disappeared over the edge. She tried to grip the concrete, managing to hold on for only a second before the weight of the creature forced her to let go. It was just enough time for Leon to get to the edge, catching her hand in his and grunting at the weight of both her and the infected man as he held on as tightly as he could.

Ella reached up with her other hand, holding onto his wrist for dear life as she tried to kick off the parasite.

Leon had to multitask, shooting the infected still around them with his free hand to keep them from attacking him.

Fortunately, Ashley used the wrecking ball to hit the bulk of them nearby, giving Leon time to focus on Ella. He couldn’t get a good shot at the parasite attached to her foot, as it would swing out of his sight and it was too much of a risk for the bullet to graze Ella. He knew her handgun was in the holster at her waist, leaving them another option.

“I can’t get a good shot. You’ll have to do it.” He told her, needing her to move quickly as he didn’t know how long he could keep the strong grip on her hand.

“I-I can’t!” Her voice was shaking, and he could see the fear clear as day in her eyes, being reminded once more that as much as she tried to put on a brave face and be strong, she was just a civilian with no real training.

“Ella, you have to trust me. I won’t drop you.” He promised her, and she searched his eyes as she tried to push past her fear. She could see the sweat gathering on his forehead, but his expression was assured and unwavering. If he had any doubt that he could hold onto her while she handled the parasite, he didn’t show it, which helped Ella’s fear lesson slightly. “Trust me.” He repeated in a softer voice, and Ella swallowed, nodding.

Despite the very thought of letting go making her heart twist, she took a deep breath, before releasing his wrist. The strain on her shoulder and the bruises on her arm made her wince lightly, but she wasted no time as she reached for her handgun, trying not to think about the very tall drop below her as she aimed at the infected still holding on to her. Her hand was shaking, but she did her best to steady it as much as she could, pulling the trigger. She barely missed and she cursed, her fear threatening to overwhelm her once more as she could practically hear the clock ticking, but she shoved it down and aimed again. This time, she got it in the head, and the thing finally let go. The sudden loss of weight made Ella swing a bit, but Leon’s grip remained strong, the man wasting no time as he pulledl her up onto solid ground.

Once Ella could feel the concrete beneath her, she let out a large breath as she panted softly, willing her racing heart to slow down.

Leon finished off the last of the infected around them, Ashley having gotten through the wall, and he let out a breath of his own as the gun clattered to the ground, both of them taking a minute to calm down.

“What did I-”

“I know.” Ella cut him off, as she didn’t need to hear an ‘I told you so’ right now. She looked up at him, seeing him watching her. There was something behind his eyes, and it took a moment for Ella to place what it was.

Residual panic. He had kept it so well hidden in the moment, but it was visible now, though barely. Ella realized that what had happened had really rattled him, which was something that caught her by surprise. Out of everything that he had faced thus far, this was what broke the usually cool and collected Leon? Ella almost wanted to ask, but she knew better, keeping it to herself. If it had that kind of effect on him, it was probably best she didn’t bring it up, as she could guess it was probably due to some traumatic memory from his past.

“I’m just trying to give you a chance to catch up on the amount of saves I’ve got over you.” She joked instead, earning an unamused look from Leon, the previous emotions fading quickly. In all honesty, it was easy to let go of her curiosity, as she was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she almost died, again. She was really glad Leon was there, and that he had remained so calm, as it was the only reason she found the strength to let go of his wrist. “Thank you though. Again.” She murmured. She realized she was slacking a bit lately, having three near death experiences practically back to back, but she was admittedly exhausted.

She had barely survived in the woods for four days, she was covered in injuries, and they’ve been at this rescue mission for hours. Ella was running on low, and she didn’t know how much more she could take. She knew Leon was exhausted too, seeing him stretch his sore muscles every now and then, but at least he was more trained for situations like this, and was in much better shape than Ella.

“Like I said; anytime. But let’s not make a habit out of this, alright?” He joked, and she managed a small smile in agreement. She definitely wasn’t planning on it, but if she had learned anything, it was that things out here never really went the way they wanted them to.

xXx

Ella leaned back against the railing of the large open elevator as it ascended slowly, enjoying the light breeze against her skin. Her brows were furrowed a bit, her hand holding her right side as it was throbbing slightly from the past hours excitement. She had been breathing shallowly when she could to not agitate the injury, but with how much fighting and running they did, it was practically impossible to keep that up.

“You know, I was thinking. . . “ Ashley started, Ella being brought from her thoughts as she and Leon looked at the young girl. “We work well together, don’t we?” She asked them.

“I guess so.” Was Leon’s dry response, Ella having to hold back a shake of her head. She thought he could have at least sounded a little more enthusiastic and sure of that, but Ashley didn’t seem to mind, just looking at Ella.

“Yeah, we do.” She nodded with a small smile, Ashley’s expression brightening.

“Right?! Maybe someday, I’ll become an agent, like you?” She said that part to Leon, but it made Ella stop and think. She had told Leon she wouldn’t be able to go back to the bakery, which had been true, but it wasn’t all of it. Ella didn’t know if she’d ever be able to go back to her old life, at all. So, what did that mean for her future? Leon’s reveal of Raccoon City had made Ella realize that things like this were happening all over the world. Things she would have never known about if she hadn’t become a victim of one of the instances. Everything that had happened had opened her eyes to the horrors of the world she was previously unaware of, and how it could happen again. Easily. As long as people were power and money hungry, it would happen again. Bio-Organic Weapons would continue to be created and put into the wrong hands.

And now that she was aware of it, how could she just sit by?

Especially after everything that happened to her because of these things? Everything that had happened to Ashley, and Leon, and all the people of Raccoon City? To Alice and Sam and Connor? To all of the villagers, who were once normal people living their normal lives until Saddler came along? She didn’t know if she could.

Ella was snapped out of her thoughts when the lift came to a stop, making her realize she had zoned out for a bit. Looking up at Leon, she was surprised to find him watching her with calculating eyes, and she briefly wondered if he knew what she had been thinking. It was unlikely, and Ella let it go as he looked away from her and towards where they would need to go next, walking that way.

She was quiet for a moment, contemplative again, before she followed after the two.

xXx

“What the hell is the Amber?” Ella found herself asking as they came across a file. It called it “the holy body”, but she didn’t know what that meant. From context clues, she assumed it was what these people worshiped, but she couldn’t be sure of that.

“I don’t know, but maybe destroying it is what will get rid of these things once and for all.” That would be very convenient, and Ella could only hope it would be that simple.

Ella got an answer to her previous question as they continued forward, her eyes widening at the sight of the large rock that seemed to glow as the light hit it. There were little parasites inside that made Ella’s skin crawl, and she was about to ask if they could just blow the thing sky high when the large door to their left opened.

“Prostrate yourselves!” All three of them turned, Ella and Leon drawing their weapons at the person who walked through. Ella’s heart picked up as she immediately recognized the robe and face of the man she had seen only in portraits, both anger and fear swirling within her stomach.

Saddler.

#Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x OC #Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy Fanfiction #Leon S. Kennedy #Resident Evil #Resident Evil 4 #Resident Evil 4 Remake #Lost and Found

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There were only a few hours left in the day and until Luis Kōkyū's birthday was over. Speaking of, the said birthday man was lounging in his living room nursing a glass of wine, relaxing in for what felt like forever. He had to admit, even through he would've wanted to work at his restaurant, it did feel nice to take a load off once in a while.

The sound of the doorbell knocked him out of his relaxed stupor and the tall man sighed, it was no doubt another present from someone from the other Divisions. It was a bit surprising that so many people were that considerate of him, either that or they were just trying to get on his good side which made him roll his eyes but he still got up from his seat and walked over to the door.

Sitting pretty outside were a group of presents, all wrapped in Pink wrapping paper and of course, addressed to him. Shrugging, Luis took all three gifts and brought them back inside, closing the door and set them on the coffee table. Grabbing one of them, he unwrapped the paper which revealed...

A beautifully made painting of a location in the Mexican Countryside, it was so expertly detailed that Luis could almost feel himself in the place the painting was depicting. He blinked a few times to snap himself out of it before noticing that a letter was attached to it. Plucking it off, he read the letter.

'Happy Birthday, Kōkyū-san.

I hope you enjoyed the painting, it took me a while to finish but it was worth it. It was nice learning about Mexican culture and locations, I hope I did it justice. Also thank you for the delicious cakes you gave me through the years.

- Kureha Koizumi'

The second gift revealed to be an intricately made and beautiful lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Like the painting, this one also came with a letter.

'Happy Birthday to my favorite chef!

Seriously though, a very happy birthday to you, my dear Luis! Hope you're enjoying yourself because you deserved to be celebrated! Anyways, I figured you already got a bunch of extravagant gifts so I'll keep mine short and sweet. Knowing you, I'm sure you'll make good use of it.

Until next time! <3

- Lola Takahashi'

The last gift revealed to be a pack of colorful fiesta decorated cupcakes and much like the other two gifts, this one as well had a letter attached to it.

'A most joyous birthday to you, Kōkyū-san!

I hope your birthday is filled with nothing but love and happiness! Speaking of, I hope you enjoy these cupcakes I made, Kureha helped me with the design! I know they're nothing compared to a talented chef like you but I do hope they made your day brighter.

Best wishes!

- Sayaka Miyuki'

Happy Birthday Luis! ❤

Looking at the cigarettes the model had sent him, Luis took one out of the pack and popped it in his mouth. Walking out to the backyard of his house, he picked up his new lighter and lit the nicotine stick, inhaling it into his mouth. He took a moment to sample the flavor, and soon gave a slight nod.

"Not the best I've ever had, but far from being the worst," he said as he took another puff. "Lola's got good taste."

Finishing the cigarette, he placed the rest in his back pocket, along with his lighter, and looked at picture Kureha had painted for him. It truly captured the spirit of Mexican culture. He knew that, like him, his abuela was going to enjoy seeing this around the house.

"One of these days, I'm going to plan a vacation for the two of us to head back to Mexico." he thought, as he finally found a good spot to place the painting. After a few minutes of making sure it was hanging straight and perpendicular on the wall, he took a few more minutes to stare at it.

"Maybe I should get Tomi to introduce Kureha to some clients." he thought. "I know more than a few people in this city who would pay to have some art like hers in their houses."

Thinking on it, the chef then headed to the kitchen and picked up one of the cupcakes that Sayaka had prepared for him. Heading back to his spot on the couch in the living room, he picked up the wine he was enjoying before. Taking a sip, he then bit into the cupcake, and gave a satisfied hum. He wasn't surprised that Sayaka's food was delicious. She was one of the few people in Japan, along with Kanra from Edogawa, that actually had any real talent at cooking. As he finished the sweet pastry treat, only one thought was in his mind.

"If only days like these could last forever..."

#hypmic #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #luis kōkyū #happy birthday luis 2023 #saitama division #sayaka miyuki #lola takahashi #kureha koizumi #femme fatale

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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For the amount of time Lance spent in the MedBay, he was still ridiculously twitchy around the pods. It was truly humiliating – and that’s just in his own mind. If the others were to see how the cheerful little beeps from the pods made him flinch, every time and without fail, he'd collapse in on himself.

Well, someone may ask, if the pods freak you out, why don’t you try getting injured less?

And it’s a decent suggestion, really. In his time on the Castle, Lance has genuinely done everything he can to watch where he’s going, take more careful steps. He can’t quite help all his injuries on missions – can’t let the others be out of commission, we’d collapse without them, protect them protect them protect them – but he’d honestly say that his problems lie less with his constant need for medical care and more in the amount of time he spends cleaning the room. Medical areas need to be constantly sterilized, you see, and that job falls on Lance.

Oh, that same someone may say, I suppose that makes sense. But if that’s the case, why don’t you try trading chores every once in a while? It might reduce your stress.

And that’s an excellent suggestion! Only, cleaning the MedBay is not exactly… well, technically, the job should already be switched around. Lance has just decided to quietly take on the task himself. It has nothing to do with the other paladin's abilities – Lance is sure that they’re plenty capable and thorough – but four or five months into their journey (or maybe six or seven, but it’s been so long now that Lance has forgotten) Lance started to notice a pattern. A familiar pattern.

A horrible pattern.

At home, in Varadero, he’s surrounded by amazing people. His Ma, the overworked and exhausted nurse, who keeps a smile on her face and works herself to the bone to keep her family afloat. Veronica, the astrophysicist, who never has and never will let anyone tell her she isn’t strong enough. Marco, the olympian, who’s the most patient man Lance has ever met. Luis, the mechanic, who is above all else soft and kind, and who cares more deeply than the deepest oceans. Lisa, the doctor, the advocate for those who are ignored. Rachel, the artist, who can look at the plainest canvas and see colours that have yet to be invented. His father, the ghost, who Lance does not remember, but whose stories of bravery and support Lance grew up hearing every bedtime, without fail.

In space, on the Castle, he is homesick in all his awe of his friends. The Princess, noble and regal and whose heart aches for every other soul who has ever lived. Shiro, who has been beaten down and terrorized and used but who stands up every day and smiles and cheers the rest of them on. Coran, who has lost more than Lance has ever known, but who continues to give and give of himself as if he is unafraid of eventually running dry. Hunk, kind and thoughtful and witty and endlessly loving. Pidge, smart as a whip and who loves her family more than anyone has ever loved anything ever before. Keith who is endlessly noble and brave and who has been hurt but who picks up his own pieces and uses them to heal others.

And then there is Lance – who is kind, but hotheaded, who is smart, but only just, who tries and tries but almost always falls short. Lance who is scared and Lance who thrives in structure but wilts in rigidity. Lance who contradicts himself and trips over air and struggles to find the right words and who, most simply, is not one of the greats.

It’s very easy to forget his value, when he’s surrounded by people the universe cannot afford to lose. So Lance does what he has always done, when his presence costs more than it is worth – he fills in the holes, and creates his own value. Often, his value is in service. If he can assure that the needs of the more valuable are met, then he is comfortable in knowing that he is of use. If the valuable need his help then he must be of some value himself, right?

As of now, the best way he can serve is to pick up the slack. Shiro has nightmares that keep him up at night? So did Ma, so did Lisa. He’s good at talking people back to sleep. Pidge needs someone around to be a testing dummy? Veronica had needed the same, once upon a time, before she’d gotten a real assistant. Coran needs some help in keeping the Castle up and running, in small repairs and regular maintenance? Lance has always been good with his hands, and grew up running in and out of Luis’s shop.

Eventually, after months of everyone getting busier and busier and more stressed by the second and Lance trying to subtly and smoothly lighten the load, some tasks fell to Lance as if they had always been his. MedBay duty was one of them.

Lance will do his duty.

He hopes he will one day be valuable enough to have a purpose that does not bring him so much pain.

He does not have very much hope.

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Izzie’s One of Us is Back Celebration (Day 3)

missing moments: addy’s first day at café contigo

story under the cut

My first day at Café Contigo is filled with rushing between tables, scribbling out orders, refilling endless glasses of water, and figuring out the best way to hold trays so they don't topple over onto people. "I'm sorry, it's my first day," I have to keep mumbling to people every time I slip up, which happens a lot.

It feels like we'll never close, and when we finally do I drop into a chair in the dining room and watch Luis lock the front door. He and I are in charge of closing and clean-up. He turns around, catches sight of me at the table, and heads my way.

"How was today?" he asks me.

I shrug. "I didn't spill anything," I tell him after mulling over the question for a moment.

He laughs. "Low bar, but I'll take it, Prentiss." I laugh too, despite my exhaustion.

"Thank you again for hiring me."

Instantly the tone shifts and Luis's face turns serious. He props his head on his hand. "You have to thank Pa for that. And anyway," he adds, "it was the least I could do after... everything."

Everything seems too small a word for all that I've been ignoring lately. I've finally gotten over the anger I held towards Simon and I'm slowly over Jake too. But I'm not over being mad at myself.

"You didn't do anything, though."

Luis nods as if I've proven a point. "Exactly! I didn't do anything. I never stuck up for you when Jake was being a shitty boyfriend. I didn't tell Olivia to shut up whenever she gossiped about you. And then I dated Keely! Your best friend!"

Well, when he puts it like that he was kind of complacent during the whole investigation. But then again most people were.

"You were there for Coop when he needed you, though."

Luis shakes his head. "No, Nate was. All I did was not make it worse."

"Trust me, that meant a lot. And anyway, we went to prom together."

Luis smiles. "True. We did. I just wish there was more I could do."

"I felt that," I tell him honestly.

Luis frowns. "What do you mean?"

I shrug and look around at the room, with its bright wall, tin roof, and cozy tables as I try to find the right words. "I spent so much of my life trying to make myself exactly what Jake wanted in a girlfriend, even if it wasn't what I wanted. I fully believed that I needed a guy in my life, and now that I'm single I feel like I'm not staying true to who I was. And my mom is angry at me because she thinks I've let the best thing that's ever happened to me slip through my fingers or whatever. And now I'm not even going to college. I'm just staying home for a year and it feels like I'm falling behind all of the time." I'm shocked at how bitter I sound. But — to my eternal happiness — I'm not crying.

Luis waits for a moment before responding. "Obviously, I've never gone through what you've gone through, Addy," he says gently. "But if I had, and I came out the other end with the life you have right now, I'd be really proud of myself."

I give him a look.

"No, Ads, I mean it. You took an awful experience and you grew from it. Of course you feel like you're different, because you are. You learned what was working for you, and what wasn't. And you changed the things that weren't working. I'm really proud of you, and I know that your friends are too. Who cares if you're not going to college now? You're eighteen. You got yourself out of a really bad place and now you're taking a moment for yourself." Luis sits up. "It's like in track, right? You can't go from one race right to the next. You'll burn out. You take breaks to rest, right? So what's wrong with taking a break in life?"

I stare at the menu on the wall, letting Luis's words wash over me. I guess I never thought that I could just... exist without having to do big things. Maybe just working at Contigo is enough right now. Maybe I'm enough right now. And at every other point in my life.

I look over at Luis, and he's grinning like he knows that he's gotten through to me. To my surprise — and his too — I lean forward and hug him. He hugs me back tightly before breaking away. "Okay, no more wallowing. Ready to clean?"

"Ugh," I say. I'd forgotten about that.

"Come on, it'll be fun." Luis stands and heads towards the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen.

"I highly doubt that!" I call after him. He just grins at me over his shoulder.

#addy prentiss #luis santos #oouil #oouin #izzie's oouib celebration

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shipcestuous-two · 8 months

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My Cousin, My Lover: The Rosales Saga by F. Sionil Jose

(Hi! Former lurker/anon here. Behold my humble contribution to this blog. I’ve been sitting on this for a while now and I wish I could talk to more people about it. Too shy to do it IRL).

Francisco Sionil Jose (1924–2022) was a Filipino writer. Declared a National Artist for Literature in 2001, he’s best known for The Rosales Saga, which is composed of five historical novels centered on the town of Rosales. Other people have commented on the saga’s main themes: Philippine history, colonialism, class struggle, etc. I’m only here to talk about the cousincest.

In My Brother, My Executioner (published 1973), the main character Luis Asperri marries his paternal first cousin, Trining. Before we proceed, here’s some background. Luis is the illegitimate son of Don Vicente Asperri (rich landowner) and Nena (used to work for the Asperris as a domestic helper). Trining is the daughter of Don Vicente’s brother, who along with his wife died when their house was burned by angry peasants. A servant saved Trining, who was then raised by Don Vicente. Luis didn’t join them until he was 13. Prior to that, he grew up in a village with his mom, grandpa, and half-brother. But then Don Vicente, who had no legitimate sons, called for him. His mom was angry for obvious reasons but let Luis go.

Fast forward a few years to the main point of the story. Luis, now living in Manila and the editor-in-chief of a magazine, is summoned back to Rosales. Reluctantly, he goes back home with Trining, now a student at a convent school (not sure if high school or college). She’s very proud of her cousin and brags about him to her friends, who tease that she’s in love with him. But he doesn’t pay attention to them, much to her disappointment. Now that they’re going home, she’s looking forward to spending more time with him, but he just wants to hear what his dad has to say before going back to his job.

So they go home. Don Vicente’s now getting older and sicker, so of course he wants Luis to be his heir and continue the family line. At some point, he asks Luis about women and says, “I want you to have a look again at your cousin.” Don Vicente talks about how Trining is pretty and rich, and tells his son not to worry if his current feelings for her are only like a cousin’s or even a brother’s. He also tells him not to worry about the church - “We’ll get a dispensation from the bishop later.” Granted, since the book’s set in the ‘50s and these are rich propertied people, there’s the “keep the money in the family” angle, but I found it hilarious that the old guy shipped his son and niece. Anyway, dad and son have a disagreement about their lives as landlords vis-a-vis the poverty of the peasants, so Luis cuts his stay in Rosales short.

Prior to that, he did view Trining in a platonic light. He felt comfortable enough to change his clothes in front of her, for example. But over time, he starts appreciating her less platonically and they go all the way when they’re back in Manila. A bit of a love triangle develops between Luis, Trining, and Trining’s friend, but the cousincest wins out. Trining says that even making love feels natural with them, while Luis comments (maybe with some sarcasm?), “What a nice, compact little family we are."

They get married in Rosales at Don Vicente’s behest. Trining wants to meet Luis’ mom and is sad that the rest of his family couldn’t go to the wedding. Again, context: during the story’s time frame, the Philippine government was trying to suppress the Hukbalahap insurgency. Remember Luis’ village? People there were accused of harboring "Huk” rebels, so the army attacked it. When he finds out after the wedding, he goes searching for his family, but he only finds burned-out remains where the village used to be. Trining insists on joining him in his search, but it proves fruitless.

As you may expect, the story ends on a sad note. Trining gives birth to a baby boy, but it’s premature and implied to have birth defects. She herself is fine, but sad because the doctors also removed her uterus (“Oh, Luis, I wanted to give you a dozen children!”). Then Luis (who becomes the new landlord when Don Vicente dies) gets a note telling him and Trining to leave before the day is over. Alarmed, she wants them to sell everything and move to Manila, but he tells her not to worry. Bad move. That night, the “Huks” attack the estate and Trining is shot. Before she dies, she tells Luis to give their son a happy childhood. This…doesn’t happen. It’s implied that Luis is killed, too. We don’t know what happens to the baby.

The relationship had cute parts and potential. Imagine: prim and proper Catholic girl x the brooding intellectual guy who fought with a priest and wants to fight for the poor. We could’ve seen how they first met, the little moments when they were growing on each other without them realizing it. The way it was, Trining seemed way more into Luis than the other way around. But the novel’s main point was always the class struggle, not the romance. Oh well. Maybe some fanfiction writer could fix that…?

The other novel featuring cousincest is The Pretenders (published 1962). I haven’t read this, but according to TV Tropes, the main character Antonio Samson (who, like Luis, starts out poor in a village and gets a job involving writing) has a son with his cousin Emy. However, these two don’t end up together.

There is another F. Sionil Jose-written story (not one of the Rosales books) that features incest, but I think it belongs on the other blog.

If you made it to the end of this long post, thank you :)

This is a wonderful contribution to the blog! Thank you so much or writing up all of these details about Trinning and Luis. It’s a pity the relationship isn’t explored more, but the development sounds wonderful. I particularly love that Luis’ father wants him to marry Trinning and that Luis isn’t enthusiastic at first but comes around later.

The ending makes me sad. But particularly that the child has birth defects irks. As we all know, unless the family was already inbred the risk of such things is not much higher than a non-cousin union. Anyway...

Thank you to all the family sagas with incest, and thank you to all of my followers who have read them!

#submission #habsburg-empress #asks #nr #first cousins #first post #canon #rosales saga #luis and trining

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jessy-the-martian-girl · 2 months

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Ice Skating with Luis

"Maybe it wasn't the best idea after all... - On the contrary, love. Third time's the charm!"

Jess is not so good with her balance. Luis is much better (try dancing that smoothly with no balance – and see how soon you'll trip over your own legs), but he's skating for the first time in his life (and it will be the third attempt for Jessy). And Leon makes an appearance and skates as if he was born with the skates attached))

Timeline: next year after they got back from Valdelobos safely, about seven months after “By the sea...” story, two weeks before their second Christmas together.

The skating session here is ~ 2.5 hours (special offer, kinda).

Who recognizes the final quote gets a virtual candy))

~4k words, mentions of injuries, nothing too serious and nothing explicit, also tried my best at fluff&romance this time.

I loved this prompt at first glance. And my take on it is finally finished - and I've started on the November, 4th.

As usual - English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes I might have made along the course of this story.

@fanficanatic-tw, hi))

The idea to try ice skating came to them somewhat spontaneously. It was Luis who got interested in this seasonal activity first. He saw a bright leaflet and thought that it might be a great idea. Jessica, on the contrary, remained a bit skeptical. After a couple of previous (and not so successful) attempts in the distant past, she did not delude herself much about her ability to keep her balance, but... She did not really want to stay at home in such nice (even if slightly frosty) weather either. And that outdoor skating rink with skate rental was located not so far from their house. Besides, advertising promised the opportunity to buy hot chocolate with marshmallows, and pleasant music was on the list... In the end, the advantages outweighed the doubts so the couple equipped and went for new experiences. They all but dragged Leon Kennedy along with them too - for company. Not that the blond agent really resisted (author's note: When it's about Luis... well, resistance is futile). He quickly agreed to meet with his friends at the rink, eagerly taking the invitation for an opportunity to unwind a bit after another almost suicidal mission of his.

It all started fairly well - they went out on the ice, took their first and not so confident steps, experienced their first falls... Well, except for Kennedy, who slid across the smooth icy surface as if he had been born with ice skates attached. Contrary to the Jessy's fears, she was not the one who fell first, Luis was. And after that fall, his face had such a discouraged and even somewhat childishly offended expression that Jess couldn't help but laughed, hardly hiding it behind her palm. However, the Spaniard quickly got his payback. When the brunette, still chuckling lightly, stretched out her hand to help him get up, he deliberately pulled her off balance, cushioning her fall with his own body. Then, taking advantage of the created position, Luis pulled her into a kiss. Blushing slightly, Jessica rested her palm on his shoulder, leaning on the ice with her other hand. Even after a year of living together, she was still slightly embarrassed by such signs of affection in public. But Jessy did trust Luis to never cross the line in turning those sweet gestures into something inappropriate or overly explicit. (author's note: yup, no scenes like that one from the Crank movie)

In a few moments she gently broke the kiss and rolled into sitting position next to her man. Luis was in no hurry to get up either, just propped himself on his elbows, smiling at his beloved. Luckily, there were not that many people who wanted to be on the skating rink on Saturday afternoon, so no one was really bothered with such an obstacle. Yet there still was a throbbing thought at the back of Jessy's mind that it was no good sitting in the cold like this, even if they were dressed accordingly to the weather.

- Are you hurt? - she asked softly, running her fingers over such a memorable floral embroidery on Serra's winter jacket.

- Nah, - the Spaniard replied cheerfully, cautiously getting to his feet and helping his girlfriend up too.

Leon glided past them, making sure that his friends were all right - out of old habit. And, upon having confirmation of their wellbeing, he vanished somewhere at the direction of the other end of the rink again. The couple meanwhile shook themselves off and slowly glided on, hand in hand, supporting each other. Surprisingly, Luis after his first fall had finally caught the much-needed balance as if some inner switch was flipped. His movements became smoother, even somewhat similar to... A dance? Jessy smiled at this mental comparison and, slightly pushing down her own fear of falling, tried to trust her instincts and adjust the pace and movements to her partner's. And it felt absolutely amazing.

Of course, there still were some moments when they were too close to falling again, but every time they somehow managed to regain balance and stay on their feet. Tripping, yet not falling – just laughing it off and going on.

And yes, the leaflet was true about music - pleasant melodies filled the air and created an appropriate winter afternoon mood - Jessica identified several popular seasonal tunes before, and after a while, with a sudden rush of joy, she recognized an instrumental version of one of her favorite songs “for the season”.

She couldn't resist an urge and sang a few lines from “All I want for Christmas” — not too loudly, just enough for Luis to hear:

- “Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas, I won't even wish for snow...” - “I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe”, - Serra suddenly joined her singing with a broad smile.

They stopped and looked at each other for a bit, then they both laughed and finished as one:

- “What more can I do? Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you~”

With the last word the Spaniard pulled Jessica in a sideways hug and asked, still smiling:

- Hey, how about we take a break and have some cocoa or hot chocolate?

- That sounds good, Luis, - brunette gratefully smiled back and gently squeezed his hand.

The Spaniard glanced around, looking for that promised “opportunity to buy hot drinks”, and, upon pinpointing the location of that mobile stall, they slowly headed in that direction. Luis got slightly ahead while Jessy got distracted by some reckless kid-skater whom she hardly dodged. She let go of Luis's hand in an attempt to avoid bumping into another kid (apparently, they were playing tag), and tried to keep her balance. She probably still would have succeeded if not for her own example of Murphy's Law that happened not too often, yet always in the most unwanted way. This time it was an almost imperceptible bump on the ice that rendered all her efforts to stay up useless.

The moment of the fall in her perception felt bizarrely stretched at first, as if it was happening in slow motion. Jessy understood that she was falling, that she was doing it extremely wrong, that an outcome would definitely be hurtful... But it was impossible to change anything: while her brain was racing, her body simply couldn't obey in time... Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her Spaniard turned back and was trying to catch her with worried expression on his face.

Then the stretched time suddenly accelerated, like the elastic band of a slingshot, which was carefully pulled and then abruptly released. And Jessica fell, hitting the back of her head on ice and seeing the stars. She did not lose consciousness, though she closed her eyes, feeling nausea rising in her throat.

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- How many fingers am I holding up, mi luz? - Luis's worried voice has become that necessary beacon for her slightly disoriented and teetering on the edge of consciousness mind.

Focusing her gaze on his hand, however, turned out to be a rather simple task for Jessy, although the picture blurred a little, causing slight nausea and an urge to close her eyes again. Also, her body clearly stated that it was freezing, did not really like what was happening and that it would still be absolutely against any sharp movements.

- Four... Why? - Jessica squeezed out the correct answer, struggling with her bitten and disgustingly aching tongue, covering her eyes with gloved hand when her memory mercifully uncovered a picture of that fall. - And how long have I been lying here?

- Not much, but the place is not the best choice, - the Spaniard's voice finally sparked with a hint of a smile. - Let's try to get up and crawl away somewhere safer, before someone unobservant could run into us...

- You have a point, - Jessica giggled weakly, imagining the outlined perspective, but immediately grimaced and moaned softly from the pain in the back of her head, trying to roll over on her side to escape this unpleasant sensation.

At that moment, Leon skidded to a sharp stop next to them, eliciting a small shower of ice crumbs with the skates' blades.

- Jess, Luis, you okay? - the blond appeared clearly concerned about what had happened. - I didn't see that you fell.

- I'm fine, amigo, - Serra blurted out without hesitation, ignoring the dull ache in his knees from that impact with the ice he had, when he rushed to his falling girlfriend. - Jessy, on the other hand, has me worried... So, your help would be much appreciated.

Kennedy helped his friends to get to the bench next to the rink, his skill to keep balance being something amazing. Meanwhile Serra was closely watching Jessica's expression and her careful movements, searching for any other symptoms of possible concussion. He also insisted that Jess did not sit, but lay down on that bench instead, carefully pulling her head on his lap. She immediately turned over on her side, wincing again at the painful sensation in the back of her head.

- Feeling sick? Or dizzy? - Leon asked the girl in a low concerned voice, assessing her condition. - Amnesia? Hypersensitivity to light?

- Nope, - Jessica's voice still sounded somewhat uncertainly. - Only at the moment of impact I felt too close to throwing up, and then my sight was blurred for a while. Now it's just my head and bitten tongue that hurt...

Luis pulled off his glove and, cautiously pushing off Jessy's hat with a pompom, almost weightlessly ran his fingers over the back of the brunette's head, a little afraid to see blood on his fingertips. Fortunately, all he found was only a small swelling, and when he touched it, the girl flinched and almost inaudibly hissed in pain. But when Luis tried to pull his hand away after re-checking, she stopped him as the pain subsided, leaving only coolness of his touch that was rather pleasant. After all, applying some cold to the swelling was always a good choice.

- The hat softened the blow, but it looks like there still will be a bump, - the Spaniard announced the result of this check up, exchanging quick glances with Leon. - I guess, we won't go back on the ice again, at least not today...

The blond agent nodded and looked at his watch, noting that time of their skating session has almost expired anyway.

- Luis, when I fell, did I hit you with the blade? - suddenly the brunette jerked up, remembering the vague feeling as if in a desperate attempt to keep balance her leg for a split moment bumped into something... or someone?.. - and only her Spaniard was close enough.

- No, mi amor, you didn't, - Serra smiled at her, gently tucking an unruly strand of dark mixed with silver hair behind her ear and straightening her hat. - You've only hit the board, lightly.

- Good, - Jessy returned the smile, and, slowly relaxing back into her man's lap, murmured: - I'd hate to see you've been hurt by me...

- Well, okay, you stay put for a while then, - seeing that his friends were in no immediate danger, Kennedy made his decision. - I'm gonna say goodbye to... someone and then I'll drive you both home.

- Is she beautiful? - Serra asked with a playful glint in his eyes, and immediately threw up his free hand in mock horror, as if trying to shield his face from their friend.

- You're a big talker, Luis, - the blond man snorted good-naturally and started off towards his mysterious acquaintance, muttering to himself. - A perceptive one, though...

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After Leon disappeared from their sight, the couple on the bench exchanged knowing smiles: they sincerely hoped that their friend would also meet someone who would become significant to him. And that it would be a mutual feeling of course. And this thought suddenly brought Jessica another set of memories... She remembered all too well that few people acknowledged her and Luis as a couple at first. People mostly believed that they were held together solely by the shared horror and fleur of the "saviors", and that "everyday life" would quickly destroy their relationship. Nevertheless, it had been more than a year since that terrible day in Valdelobos, and they were still together and there was not even a shadow of a thought of parting. Luis, when he finally recovered from his injury, was sent on a couple more missions. That usually happened when his knowledge and expertise were needed urgently and on the spot. Luckily, Leon was always there too, watching his new friend's back. And Jessy usually waited for them at home, worrying about both the blond agent, who quickly became a friend, and her beloved Spaniard...

The chain of memories was interrupted by Leon's return — he had already swapped his boots back, and even brought his friends' shoes with him.

- Oh, here comes our knight! - Serra said with a big smile, helping his girlfriend to sit up, and took their shoes from a friend.

Kennedy only grunted with mild displeasure at such a title — but he had already come to terms with the fact that it was absolutely useless to argue with Luis in matters of friendly nicknames. Neither arguments nor friendly smacks upside the head helped. However, sometimes it was even funny.

The Spaniard quickly changed his boots and turned to help Jessica, carefully and quickly unlacing her skates and one by one changing them to her cozy winter sneakers.

- Thank you, Luis, - the girl smiled timidly at such care, though she had to push down her initial protest and make an effort to accept this help.

Serra smiled back, then he hurried to return their rental skates to the kid at the inventory pick-up point, and got back to the bench. He was ready to even carry his girlfriend to Leon's car in his arms, but simple support turned out to be just enough, and it was not that far to go.

After making the brunette comfortable in the back seat of the car, Luis slipped into the vehicle from the other side, allowing the girl to snuggle up to him and rest her head on his shoulder. All that was done under Kennedy's warm and understanding gaze. He was one of the few people who perceived his two new friends as a couple from the very beginning - and saw that they were serious about it, and not just in a haze of euphoria from surviving that “adventure”.

The road home didn't took long, and in the end Leon politely declined the invitation to come over for tea, jumped into the car and sped off. However, not before he made his friends promise to call him if Jessica suddenly got worse.

- And we know that his house is in another direction, - Serra noted thoughtfully, watching their friend's hasty departure through the window.

- Do you think he has a date? - Jessy was slightly distracted by their fluffy “welcoming crew of two”, but she still sounded rather interested.

- I think if it's something serious, he will introduce us later, - the Spaniard flashed his girlfriend a boyish grin and gently nudged her to the entryway ottoman, helping her to take off her winter sneakers.

When Luis was getting up, his right knee responded with a short jolt of pain that made him wince. That sensation vanished too fast and Luis decided that it was nothing to be worried about. His reaction slipped past Jessica's attention as she was once again distracted by their affectionate cats.

- How about our winter special tea blend? - Luis took off his winter jacket and put it on the hanger, shortly running his palm over the embroidery with a smile at memories the story of that pattern has brought him. - Since we didn't get to have that hot chocolate with marshmallow this time.

- That would be super nice, - the girl looked at her man with a smile, and resumed scratching both of their cats' favorite spots, knowing that unless she doesn't get it done properly, those two fur babies simply won't let her get up.

- Then I'm on it, - Serra smiled back at the quite common scene before him and went to their kitchen, with a quick detour to change into his preferred home outfit – he was better at hand-mixing that blend of black tea with thyme, mint, ginger and raspberry leaf (Jessy always joked that it was because of him being the scientist). - And you may join as soon as these two fluffy bandits let you go.

However Luis and Jessy knew that both their cats would be on the kitchen windowsill the same moment they hear one of their humans doing something there – supervising, feline style. So Jessica got her chance to change clothes and join her Spaniard in the kitchen pretty fast. She took a pill to dull the remaining headache and settled on making sandwiches, while Luis was busy with mixing ingredients in the teapot.

And sharing thoughts about this new experience of the day made a perfect topic, of course. Jess even told Luis of her very first attempt at ice skating at the age of six or seven. The one when she didn't even make it to the rink, because her dad has brought her hockey skates and made her try walking in them at home. She became too afraid of ruining the flooring and falling – in that order exactly – and she burst into tears, after that the mere idea of ice skating was forsaken for the next ten years or so.

- You say it was your first attempt, Jess, - Serra sympathetically squeezed his girlfriend's hand, brushing his thumb over the ring he got for her this summer, almost exact copy of his silver one. - And the second one?

- It was a month after my eighteenth birthday, - the brunette shook her head with a little smile. - My classmates were quite determined to get me to the rink, but it didn't work out as we planned. I've frozen and ended up with a bunch of bruises all over some sensitive parts of my body, and decided that ice skating simply was not for me.

- Oh... - Luis looked at her sheepishly, the image of his beloved falling on the ice today still too vivid in his mind. - Maybe it wasn't the best idea on my part after all...

- On the contrary, love, - Jessy beamed at him warmly. - Third time's the charm! And you, oh, you were absolutely amazing! After you got into the process and caught your balance, it was hard to tell if it was your first ever time on ice or not.

- But you got hurt, - Luis pointed out cautiously. - And...

- Me falling was just... a bit of bad luck, let's put it that way, - the brunette didn't let the Spaniard continue by gently putting a finger to his lips. - Ice skating with you was real fun and I'd love to go with it again.

- “Junto a ti todo es mejor”, eh? - Serra recited the line of that one song with a half-smile, remembering how he heard Jessy singing along to it for the first time and asked her if she knew the meaning of the lyrics.

- Yeah, - she remembered too and blushed slightly.

The tea was finally ready and Luis reached for their mugs (matching ones, a gift from Leon), but then he heard the thud coming from the living room, which clearly indicated of their cats' desire to redecorate. With a quiet sigh he changed the direction of movement and made a few quick steps towards the noise.

It was the moment that his knee chose to remind of it's condition again. And this time brunette has noticed that something is off to the way the Spaniard moves.

- Luis, wait, - she called after him with a frown. - You're limping.

- Oh, must've hit my knee on the ice too hard, - the man confessed, but then he tried to reassure his girlfriend. - It doesn't bother me that much.

- We have an ointment for bruises, - Jessy wasn't convinced at all and worry was pretty obvious in her tone. - It can help and speed up the healing process.

- Bien, - Serra gave up resistance quickly and added with a playful smirk and a wink. - And you can also kiss me right now. You know, to ease away my suffering...

- How could you think that we'd do without this miracle remedy? - Jessy laughed as she took the elastic bandage and the ointment from the medicine cabinet and gently pushed Luis to their corner sofa in their living room. - Pants off, sunshine, let's treat your injuries first.

- Your wish is my command, Doctor Jonzz, - the Spaniard made a mock bow, unbuckling his belt and getting rid of the interfering item of clothing.

Jess just sat down on the floor, waiting for him to undress. At the sight of a bruise-to-be on Serra's knee, she only silently shook her head. Squeezing out a small amount of ointment with a herbaceous smell from a tube, she began to gently rub the remedy onto the skin. An elastic bandage followed after that. And Luis just leaned back on the sofa and enjoyed watching his beloved from under half-closed eyelids. He still got his kiss after everything was done, of course.

- Is it not too tight? - Jessica asked, checking the result of her efforts.

- No, it's good, - Serra tried to get up, but he was stopped by a stern yet tender look and immediately got one of their cats in his arms as a result of his hesitation.

- You know too that it's better to give your leg a rest for now, if it's not something really urgent, - the brunette sighed with a small smile. - And don't look at me like that. I'm fine and there are no new symptoms of concussion. So, don't worry. And I'll go get another pillow. And the second blanket.

- Are you suggesting we have a tea party on the sofa? - Luis leaned forward slightly, holding onto his shoulder cat.

- Yup, - Jessica responded cheerfully, and went to get all the things she mentioned.

She did not forget about tea either, bringing a tray with their mugs, liquorice sweets and sandwiches. And she also brought a paperback book with such a familiar cover.

- Will you read to me later, if you're up to it? - Jessy asked hopefully in response to the questioning look of her beloved Spaniard.

Serra nodded, gladly accepting this plan for the evening. He did know that it was quite reasonable to postpone all active plans for the evening, if he didn't want his knee nagging him for the next few days. In addition, the alternative was rather pleasant too - he would never refuse the opportunity to cuddle with his Jess on the couch under a blanket. Even if it was just a cuddle, without anything more to it.

Tea and snacks were finished quickly, and Jessica, trying her best not to disturb Luis's injured leg, snuggled to his side, wrapping them both in a second blanket. This makeshift cocoon quickly got two more fluffy additions, and Jessy was glad that she left the book nearby so she did not have to move and disturb their cats. She sincerely believed that cat purring had a healing effect not only on the nervous system, but also on other injuries.

It was getting dark outside, and it was already snowing (just as the forecast promised), but their house was warm and cozy. A floor lamp was on, cats were purring, and Jessy was listening to the beautiful voice of her most beloved person:

“IT'S still my favorite book in all the world. And more than ever, I wish I had written it.”

#Luis Serra x OC #Luis Serra x Jessy Jonzz #Luis Serra #OC: Jessy Jonzz

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mstrickster · 4 months

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Okay but imagine Wudoza bonding over their shared lack of tolerance to the cold that Minnesota brings during the fall/winter months since they both come from warm states. While the rest of the team have on jackets and scarves, Kenny and Luis are decked out in parkas and hats and gloves, looking like giant marshmallows with how they're dressed lol

This was so cute I was compelled to write a little fic.

"Casey said the store should be on the first floor," Luis noted

"That doesn't narrow it down," Kenny quipped.

The duo was at the Mall of America. However, unlike some of their past visits, they had a mission this time. They were on the hunt for some winter wear.

For some reason, when they agreed to attend Eden Hall, they failed to overlook a very crucial detail. Eden Hall was in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Therefore in the fall and winter it got cold, very cold and fast. They were fine when in their hockey gear, but they couldn't exactly wear that all the time. So it was either get some appropriate clothes or freeze.

It was Kenny who had the idea to ask Casey. She was more than happy to help, directing them to the Columbia store. Their parents had also sent them some money. Now they just had to find the store.

"Oh, there it is!" Kenny pointed out. Luis followed his finger to a medium-sized storefront. In the display, there were 4 different mannequins decked out in winter coats and accessories.

"They look cozy," Luis gestured, "Good sign."

Kenny chuckled and nudged Luis towards the store. However, once they were inside the store they realized how out of their depth they were.

"Is there a certain one that is best?" Luis asked, checking the tag on a black puffer jacket.

"You think I would know?" Kenny replied, " Maybe we should ask someone."

"And tell them what?" Luis asked, "That we are unprepared for a Minnesota winter."

"Uh yeah?" Kenny replied.

"You make that sound easy," Luis replied.

"Wait, here, I'll be right back," Kenny walked off to ask the clerk about the jackets.

Luis shuffled through the jackets while he waited.

"She said that we should look for this one," Kenny said holding out a piece of paper, "That will keep us warm, the accessories are up to us."

"That's a relief," Luis replied, "Let's go grab everything, and we can try them on."

Kenny nodded and followed Luis as they collected their clothes. Once they had everything they made their way to the dressing rooms.

It took some heaving and struggling. However, after a few minutes, both emerged to get the other's opinion.

"You look like a marshmallow," Luis laughed.

"I have never been warmer in my life," Kenny confessed, "I like the blue on you."

"Thanks, you make a very cute stay puff marshmallow boy," Luis smirked.

"Oh shut up," Kenny replied with an eye roll.

Luis laughed and waddled over to Kenny. He hugged the other boy as well as he could with all the winter wear.

"You make a good pillow in this," Kenny said, his words muffled by Luis' jacket.

Luis snorted, "I think we should check out then, putting all that on was exhausting."

"Agreed," Kenny replied, "I am kinda eager to face the cold now."

Luis laughed, "If we're still cold we can always come together in a giant puffy blob."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Kenny quipped, "Come on, I want to go home and take a nap."

"Same," Luis replied. The chose not to change out of the jackets and accessories. Instead they paid for them and wore them out of the store.

Their was a bit of ribbing when the other Ducks saw them, but that was ok. It was better than being cold.

#wudoza #kenny wu #luis mendoza #the mighty ducks #microfic monday #anon ask #anon answered

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themculibrary · 2 years

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Ant-Man/Scott Lang-Centric Masterlist 2

part one

Alone With You (ao3) - Femalefonzie clint/scott T, 4k

Summary: Or Scott never expected being in a relationship with Clint Barton was going to be this difficult. From pestering paparazzi to over protective SHIELD agents to the rest of the team making him as uncomfortable as possible to closed minded villains, it’s hard to get time alone.

Ant-Man (ao3) - WaywardKeener scott/hope T, 8k

Summary: Scott just wants to see his daughter. Hope wants the tech out of Darren's hands. Hank is with his daughter but disagrees on who they should trust about this mission to stop Darren.

Ant-Man rewrite because they deserve better.

Consort (ao3) - SailorChibi loki/tony E, 6k

Summary: When Scott is spit out of the Quantum Realm, it gives Steve and the other Avengers the push they needed to rescue Tony from Loki. Except... it turns out that Tony doesn't exactly need or want to be rescued.

expandable (ao3) - ducky G, 1k

Summary: Scott was left to wonder why he had to be trained in the first place, when Hope was perfectly capable.

Jurisdiction (ao3) - manic_intent scott/jimmy E, 5k

Summary: “Let’s say that I met someone kinda cute,” Scott said as he and Luis sat down for tacos in Taqueria El Farolito, hunched over their burritos against the bright yellow and orange wall. “But we didn’t meet in the best of circumstances, and they probably hate me. How would I fix things?”

let’s keep our eyes on the cracks (ao3) - napricot scott/hope T, 9k

Summary: Y’all thought Captain Marvel was gonna save the avengers but it’s gonna be Ant Man crawling up Thanos bootyhole and expanding. Book it.

Five responses to how Scott Lang and the Avengers defeated Thanos and saved the universe, or: five ways of looking at a buttsplosion.

let's stay together (ao3) - bevioletskies scott/hope T, 3k

Summary: For all his missteps and mishaps, Scott has been on pretty good terms with the Pym-Van Dyne family lately. That is, until Cassie started calling Hank "Grandpa".

Mountains out of Ant Hills (ao3) - Iyearnforaplotadvancement scott/hope, scott/maggie, maggie/jim, hank/janet T, 10k

Summary: A series of drabbles set before, during, and after Ant-Man/ Ant-Man and The Wasp.

Never the Wrong Card (ao3) - manic_intent scott/jimmy E, 4k

Summary: Scott peeked in. He was a little late thanks to traffic. On a quick sweep of the place, he thought for a moment that whoever he was meeting was also late. Or had stood Scott up. No such luck. In the corner of the restaurant, checking his phone, was a guy in a suit with a white tulip pinned to his lapel.

Huh. Scott felt a little embarrassed for snipping a wildflower off the sidewalk now, but he’d genuinely forgotten about the flower thing until he was on his way. He sidled over to the table and sat down. “Paxton’s friend?” Scott asked, then added awkwardly, “er, hi.”

one step at a time (ao3) - aeipqthy scott/hope G, 1k

Summary: After the events of Ant-man and the Wasp, Scott and Hope work through their differences after their two-year estrangement.

a.k.a. scott and hope make up and talk about berlin

Out Of The Sky, Into The Flow (ao3) - Dorasolo M, 13k

Summary: Scott is about to promise Cassie the world, but Hope is still shaking her head and Luis is mouthing no, and with this A+ parenting team in his pocket, he chews his words thoughtfully instead.

Or, the Ant-Fam is having some post-Snap growing pains.

Philosophical Optimalism (ao3) - celluloid scott/hope N/R, 6k

Summary: Philosophical optimalism: that this universe exists because it's better than the alternatives.

And if it isn't, well, then Scott Lang is going to try to make it that way.

scott lang is absolutely, positively going to die here (ao3) - Skyuni123 scott/steve T, 2k

Summary: scott lang has a not-so tiny, able to be seen from space, crush on steve rogers.

steve rogers is thoroughly aware of that.

Superheroes (ao3) - manic_intent scott/jimmy E, 7k

Summary: “Just gimme the chicken soup,” Scott said, once Agent Woo ran out of breath.

Woo blinked and handed over the plastic soup container. It was lukewarm to the touch and smelled rich and oily and herby in a way Scott didn’t recognise. Strange wrinkly red raisin-like things floated on the surface among odd white shards, and the chicken was a weird charcoal colour through the clear plastic lid. “Err. Is this really chicken soup?” Scott asked, trying his best not to sound suspicious and failing.

“It’s obviously chicken soup,” Woo said, a little defensively.

The Mistimed Bing (ao3) - Siria scott/jimmy T, 3k

Summary: "Oh, whoa, okay, wait, hold up." Scott came to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk, clutching his bag of tacos to his chest. "I think he actually was asking me out."

then we could be heroes, just for one day (ao3) - katana_fleet scott/hope T, 2k

Summary: The next six months are the best of Scott’s life. He’s free from house arrest (YES), they found Janet in the middle of the quantum realm (beyond cool), and nothing’s going wrong (here’s hoping he doesn’t jinx it).

He has Cassie and Hope. He’s free. He doesn’t need anything else.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #ant man #scott lang #scott lang masterlist

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drakenology · 3 years

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𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ♡ 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : smut!, daddy kink, violence & mentions of blood, established relationship, dumbification, face slapping (politely), dirty talk, degradation, a pinch of knife play (he just cuts your panties open), exhibitionism, breeding kink, cum, fingering, swearing and size kink if you get a magnifying glass.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Hey sexy bitches. This one’s for my Vice City event. I scrapped so many ideas to get here which is why I extended the due date for it.. Anyways! Enjoy, sluts. Daichi supremacy.

He sat at the bar; tall, dark and handsome. He had this roughness to him, his hands riddled with scars and his face rocking one just above his eyebrow. He was one of your most handsome regulars. He always came in around 12 am on Friday, all blooded up and battered from god knows what. Tonight was no different. You sigh, taking in his strong arm that was now covered in bandage wrapping. You strut over to him, pulling your top up a bit to push up your breasts.

“What can I get ya, handsome?” You ask charmingly. He looks up from his empty glass, his deep brown eyes soaking in your form.

“Whiskey, neat.” He replied, smoky tone of voice vibrating against your ears as you bit your lip.

“Comin’ right up” as you turn and walk away, adjusting your shorts after bending down to get his drink ready. His eyes trailed to your hips where your g-string sat snugly on those hips he often watched sway as you walked by to serve your patrons. Were you always this sexy? He never stopped looking at you as you poured him a drink, leaning over the bar to ask him something.

“I swear every time you come in here you show up with a new injury. This is a bar, not a hospital. What the hell were you doin’?” You question, reaching a soft hand up to his brow as if to try and heal it with your touch. He didn’t even flinch either, almost leaning into your hand like a touch-starved puppy. You grab some napkins and wipe some blood from his leaking nose, tsk-ing at him as he sighed. He knew you’d give him shit.

“Got into this nasty scrap with some gang. One of ‘em tried robbing me.. I showed him why he shouldn’t have. His boys came after me and they caught me off guard. One of ‘em had a knife.” He admits. You flinch, looking at him in awe. What’s this guy into?

“Be careful, Lui Kang.” You tease, sliding a glass of ice over to him from one end of the bar while you took some orders.

Not even a few moments later, someone came up to you at the bar. This sleazy looking man with his hair gelled back so thickly it didn’t move as he craned his head to look you up and down.

“Hey, sweetface. Get me a drink, will ya?” His voice like a natural irritant. You turn to him and take his order, your protective regular watching him closely as he sipped his drink. He hardly knew you; just some girl who worked at the sleazy bar he always finds himself licking his wounds in after a scrap. Still, you were always so nice to him; greeting him with a pretty smile, a cold drink and a conversation. He was just so used to violence, fighting for everything he has. He was grateful to have just one ray of sunshine. Vice City, nor his life had ever granted him that luxury.

As you serve the man his drink, he takes a sip and makes this repugnant face.

“Women. Not even good for making a man a fuckin’ decent drink.” He snaps, tossing the drink towards your direction; the glass almost hitting you. You scream as the glass shatters against the wall, your regular standing from his stool to give him a piece of his mind.

“Fuck’s your problem, tough guy?” He spits at him, grunting when a fist suddenly meets the bridge of his nose. The thud causes you to jump, staring at the scene with wide eyes as your heart slammed against your chest. Of course you were no stranger to bar fights, but this? How could one man make violence look so tempting. You gasp as you watch him pick that grease ball up by his shirt and practically toss him out the doors of the pub.

“Fuck off home, before I decide to kill you.”

He takes his seat back at the bar to find you cleaning up the mess, noticing your startled and clumsy movements from shock.

“You okay?” He asked, concerned. You nod. As tough as you try to front to be, you were scared shitless. Though this wouldn’t be the first nor last asshole to grace your bar.

“I can handle myself, ya know?”, putting up a front that you didn’t need his help. You were grateful. But he doesn’t have to know that.

“Sure.” He shrugged. “Remind me not to interfere, miss independent.” You stare into his deep chocolate brown eyes and lean closer to him.

“What, am I supposed to thank you now?” You tease, taking a cherry and sticking it in your mouth.

“It’d be nice.” He smirks, raising an eyebrow at you. You giggle, leaning over to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek as a token of gratitude.

“Thanks.”

After that fateful day, you and Daichi were attached at the hip. He brought you everywhere with him as if his scene was safe and tidy. Most nights consisted of dressing his wounds after watching him roughhouse at his fight club. You never minded caring for him since you know he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat.

The life he lived, the way he made his money just to get by was terrifying and... exciting. You always came with him for his matches whenever someone had bet big money on him or if some assholes wanna settle a score. You always stood in the loud crowd as they watched, beer bottles and cigarettes littering the concrete ground. Daichi told you to always wear his name chain so that the guys knew who you belonged to, those dudes can get real handsy and Daichi would hate to have to hurt a friend. God, you were such a distraction. Daichi stared at you almost too long; dodging a swing of a knife as he took his opponent down with his bare hands. The crowd smashed more glass against any nearby surface to celebrate, the other half of the crowd booing and hissing.

After he was declared the winner, he got his cut of the bet in cold hard cash; about a nice $200,000. Boy was he frisky after that. His big hands stayed planted right on your ass as he walked you both out and onto the streets to walk home. Your walks were always so peaceful after the boisterous and rowdy night. But tonight, Daichi wanted to claim the second part of his prize. He swiftly scooped you up in his arms, sitting you atop a car parked on the side of the steady street. He pulled his knife out from his back pocket, spreading your legs with his palm.

“Better not make a fucking sound, baby. ‘Else everyone’s gonna hear how much of a whore you are for your daddy.” He grunts, taking the blade to cut your panties apart by the crotch from under your skirt. Your pussy was now on full display for him and quite possibly the ongoing traffic driving by. You shudder as the cold breeze hits your bare skin, looking at him with doe eyes - only making him want you more.

“What? Don’t act like you don’t want it like this, babe.” his voice thick with lust as his thick finger reach up to pinch your nipples through your thin top. “God, look at these.” as his hands grope and squeeze the softness of your breasts. You’re moaning into the air as his lips kiss your neck feverishly, taking your top and lifting it up over your breasts.

“You want my dick don’t you, baby?” He whispers into your ear, your thighs starting to tremble just at the low, brassy tone of his voice. You nod, your cunt fluttering as it starts to drip with slick. Your obedience has him feeling firm, the brunt side of his hard cock starting to grind against you through his jeans. You gasp, Daichi’s hands still pinching and teasing your nipples as his hips grind to make you feel good. You start moving your own hips to follow his movements, Daichi groaning as he watched you try and get yourself off.

“Look at you humpin’ me like a little bitch in heat.” He spat, a whimper leaving your mouth as you start getting desperate. His hands stop your hips in place, his eyes seemingly dilated with a dark appearance.

“Take it out since you want it so bad.. yeah, put it in for me. Work for it, slut.” He demands, tapping your cheek to keep your eyes focused on his. He slaps the other side of your face as he snapped his hips, this chubby cock seemingly splitting you open as you cry out. He starts off brutally, as if he weren’t railing you out in public in the middle of the night on some stranger’s car. You weren’t making the scene any more discreet with all your pathetic groans, your hands pulling at his shirt to hold onto something. Your mind became cloudy, panting and sobbing like a real whore. Daichi’s just enjoying the sight of you ruined underneath him, slapping you in the face once more to snap you back from your daydream causing you to gasp. The sting faded as his hand went to stroke the blow with his thumb, the rest of his hand lifting your chin.

“Look at me. Don’t cum until I say so, got it? I feel your greedy cunt sucking me up already.” He says, thumb pressing up against your clit just to make it harder for you to contain yourself. You feel your walls squeeze him, whimpering with every vein of this cock sliding in and out of your walls so addictively. Your hands claw at his back, drooling into his shoulder as you start trying to grind your hips to change the pace. He grunts and holds you still as he slides his thick cock in and out of you slower to tease you, smirking when you start to cry.

“Pl-Please go faster, Da-Daddy, please, I can’t-” You whine, interrupted by a harsh slap to your outer thigh causing you to yelp.

“You can and you will. Daddy’s almost there, c’mon. You don’t want me to punish you out here, do you?” He coos, opening your mouth by squishing your cheeks together, spitting on your tongue and tapping your chin. You shake your head and try your best to take him for a little while longer, your slick oozing all over the hood of the car you were pinned to. As your eyes roll back, you feel Daichi’s cock start to throb intensely, a sign he was close. Relief was soon to come.

“G’head and cum for daddy, baby. Want you throbbing for me, c’mon, you wanted to cum so bad.” Daichi urged, swiftly flicking your clit to help you. You cum in a flash, white lights shining behind your eyes as you scream his name. Seconds later he fills you, pumping his hot seed into your pussy before pulling out to watch it spill out onto the cold metal of the car.

“Sloppy little whore.” He spits, taking his fingers to scoop it up and shove it inside you, pumping his fingers to secure it inside. You pant, your thighs trembling as Daichi hoists you up on his back to carry you the rest of the way home.

Your eyes close, humming as you lean into his shoulder. A silent “I love you”. The walk was silent and safe, dozing off on Daichi’s shoulder as he trudged through the mean streets of the neighborhood you both lived in.

#haikyuu!! smut #daichi sawamura #daichi smut #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu smut #.club specials 💗💋#.vice city 🎲

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Bad Reputation

Fandom: Marvel (High School AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x GN!Reader

Summary: For some reason, your high school’s resident bad boy, Bucky Barnes, seemed to have made it your personal mission to be a thorn in your side.

A/N: inspired by this gif set.

Your eyes glance up every so often to make sure your notes are correct as you scribble into your notebook. Mr. Coulson continues to talk about history and you're adamant to jot down every single thing he says.

You feel something hit the back of your head, but you ignore it. A minute goes by and you feel it again, along with a "pssst!"

You shake your head and try to keep your focus. Something something 1894-

"Hey," you jolt when you hear a whisper and a tap on your shoulder.

You look over your shoulder and see James "Bucky" Barnes now sitting the seat behind you that was previously occupied by Brunnihilde, "What, James?" you hiss.

James, or Bucky as he likes to be called, smirked at his first name. Not many got away with calling him that, but you did.

"Wanna hang out after school?"

You turn back around to continue taking notes, "Don't you have detention...again?"

He scoffs, "Yeah, but I'll skip it for you."

"Pass," you mumble.

You hear him sigh and lean back, "Suit yourself." Minutes pass and you turn back around and Brunnhilde is back in her seat.

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When you walk out of class, Bucky is waiting for you by the door. You ignore him as you walk down the hall to your next class. He follows closely behind, you hear the creaking of his leather jacket that he usually wears.

"Leave me alone, James."

Bucky rushes around to stand in front of you, stopping you in your path, "Y/N, why do you hate me so much?"

"Because you're annoying, you're a troublemaker, you never know when to shut up you, you-"

"Jeez. Alright. Damn."

"I have to go to class, James," you walk around him and continue your journey.

He catches up to you again, "I'll walk you!"

"No, thanks."

You continue to head to class, but Bucky doesn't follow this time. He stops in the hall sighing and pushing his hands into his distressed jeans. He looks down dejectedly and heads in the other direction to his class.

The bell already rang by the time he steps into class. Ms. Hill writes him off and he, to no one's surprise, get detention yet again for having three tardies in a row.

He slumps into his seat behind his best friend, Steve, and sighs. As Steve is writing notes, he murmurs only low enough for Bucky to hear, "No luck?"

"Nope," Bucky murmurs back. He looks down and looks how his black t-shirt clings to his round belly. He pats it and sighs, "Do you think they'd like me if maybe I wasn't so chubby?"

"Y/N may not like you, but they're not shallow, Buck."

"I just don't get it. Why don't they like me?"

"Probably because you annoy them so much," Steve answers with a smirk, which earns him a flick to the ear.

"Ow!"

"Steve, is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

He shakes his head, "No, ma'am."

Ms. Hill goes back to giving her lecture and Steve hisses, "Quick being a jerk."

"I'll quit being a jerk if you quit being a punk, you punk," Bucky retorts with an amused grin.

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You head to your usual table where Scott, Hope, Luis, Carol, Brunnhilde, and yourself usually eat.

You sit in between Scott and Carol with a sigh. It's Tuesday, but you already want the week to be over. Carol leans in and whispers to you, "Don't be alarmed, but Bucky's been looking at you since you walked over here."

You groan and let your head fall onto the lunch table, "Why can't he just leave me alone?"

"Because he likes you," Hope answers.

You snort, "More like he likes to annoy me. I don't want anything to do with him. Bad guys like that are up to know good. I don't have time for that."

"I like Bucky," Scott speaks up with a smile, "He's cool."

"You just like him because he gave you a nickname," Hope replies with knowing smirk.

"He's a cool guy!"

You hear a burst of laughter and you look up to see Bucky throwing food at Clint and Sam two tables down.

You roll your eyes and pull out your own lunch. As soon as you're about to take a bite, you hear "WATCH OUT!" and you're hit in the face with a piece of pizza.

Everyone suddenly goes silent. You look up and see Bucky's look of horror. He's immediately rushing over to you, "Y/N! I am SO sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, James." you say calmly.

He looks at you in surprise, "Wait, really?"

You take Scott's cupcake that he got from Gamora and said, "NOPE!" and smashed it onto his face.

He wipes away the frosting and smushed cake, and smirked, "That's how it's gonna be? Fine." he grabs your tupperware of pasta and dumps it over your head, "FOOD FIGHT!"

Everyone begins to scatter and starts throwing their food left and right. You grab your food, Scott's food, Luis' food, any food you can get your hands on and throwing them to Bucky.

"YOU'RE SUCH AN ASS!" you yell at him.

"AND YOU'RE A STUCK UP!"

The doors to the cafeteria burst open and the principal, Mr. Fury, yells, "EVERYONE FREEZE." And you all do.

You're seething, glaring at Bucky, chest heaving.

"Who's responsible for this, huh?"

Everyone points to you and Bucky who are in a more isolated area of the cafeteria. Fury, watching where he stepped, marched over to you. He points to Bucky, "Barnes." and then you, "L/N, my office. Now."

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Two weeks. Detention for a whole two weeks. You couldn't believe this! Because of Bucky, your record was no longer clean. Your dislikeness towards Bucky just grew after that.

After school, you marched into the cafeteria where you'd be helping the lunch faculty.

"Alright James and Y/N, you'll help with dishes. You can discuss who will wash and who will dry."

Without looking at Bucky you head to the sink, "I'll wash."

Bucky cautiously follows you and stands by your side waiting for you hand him washed dishes.

"Y/N-"

"Don't talk to me, James."

"I'm sorry," he murmurs in a painted tone, "I really didn't mean to throw that pizza at you."

"Why are you like this?!" you drop the dishes back into the sink, "Why must you annoy me and bother me every chance you get?!"

"I-I don't mean to-"

"Bullshit, Barnes!"

"I like you, okay?! I like you and I-I don't know what to do! The only time you look at me or talk to me is when I bother you and I just-I just want you to talk to me, Y/N. To see me."

"Why me? There's plenty other people who'd rather have your attention!"

"I don't know. There's just something about you. You're sweet and smart. You're caring. I know-I know something like me doesn't deserve the attention from someone like you, but I can't help it."

You snort, "You don't know me though. Not really."

"Well, maybe I can get to know you now? Ya know, since you and I will spending a lot of time together here?"

"We'll see," you answer before heading back to doing dishes.

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After a week of detention, you and Bucky were more civilized. You got to know each other a little bit more. You found out that he wanted to take over his dad's construction company, that he wanted to help Steve get into NYU with the money he's been earning from working with his dad.

Bucky learned that you wanted to go to school for journalism and that you have a pet bunny named Floppy.

You found out that Bucky knows Celine Dion's music very well because his mom loves her.

He found out that you wanted to be on Broadway when you were younger, but realized you had bad stage fright.

Whenever you two saw each other in class or in the halls, you didn't turn in the other direction. You gave each other a nod and a polite smile.

Then...the flowers started happening.

You walked into Mr. Coulson's classroom and found a daisy with a note next to it. You picked up the note and it read:

I saw this cute flower and thought of you. Have a good day.

-JB

You looked at the back of the classroom to where Bucky usually sat, but he wasn't there. You snort to yourself and roll your eyes. He's probably going to late, per usual.

A few minutes before class started, Bucky waltzed in and sat in the empty seat beside you. He pulls out a notebook and pencil. He writes the date at the top and looks up at the front of the class to see if there was anything on the whiteboard.

He then turns to you and smirks, "Hi."

"Hi. Thanks for the flower."

"You're welcome," he looks down at his notebook and then looks up to see you still staring at him. He chuckles, "What?"

"You're early to class and prepared....are you feeling okay?" you lean in, feeling his head with the back of his hand.

You swats your hand away, "Quit it! I'm fine! Just turning over a new leaf. I'm gonna be a changed man, Y/N."

"Okaaaay?"

Your school day went by fast. One moment you were in your first class and the next you're in the cafeteria helping clean the kitchen.

"So...what's the real reason you're suddenly trying to be a good student?"

"Does there have to be a reason?" Bucky asks as he wipes down the counters.

"There's a reason for everything, Bucky." you freeze and so does Bucky. You look up and he's looking way too smug for your liking, "It was a slip of the tongue."

"You called me, Bucky."

"It won't happen again."

"Can I hear it again?"

"Nope."

"Please?"

"Hell no."

"Okay...I do like it when you call me James, though. Just so you know." he looks at you with a soft stare and an equally soft smile.

You cleared your throat and went back to refilling the fridge with milk, "Anyway, the reason?"

Bucky sighs and walks over to you, resting against a counter as you work, "Had a meeting with Fury. Said if I don't improve on my grades, I'm gonna get held back. Means I can't pursue my goals with taking over my dad's business, can't help Stevie with school. I gotta be better."

You pause and then ask, "Do you....want some help?"

"Um...I'd like some, but you don't have to. I can't ask-"

"You're not asking, James. I'm offering."

"Sure."

So after school, while you and Bucky served your detention, you helped him study.

Eventually, your detention was over, but that didn't stop you from helping Bucky. During lunch, you two would be in the library. You two would study at the park near your house. You soon began to show you his grades and they were definitely improving.

When Bucky got his first A in a long time, you took him out to lunch to celebrate.

You guys went to the local café in your neighborhood, getting burger, fries, and shakes.

You lifted up your shake, "Congrats, James, to your first A in a logn time!"

Bucky held up his own and clinked it to yours, "And to you, Y/N, because I wouldn't have done it without you."

"Guess we make a great team, huh?"

Bucky smiles that smile that you've noticed he only does with you, "Yeah...we do."

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"You've been spending a lot of time with Bucky for someone who hates him," Carol states as you join them at the lunch table after what seemed like forever.

You rolled your eyes as you sat down, "I don't hate him. I never did, honestly. Just strongly disliked! But anyway, we're good now. Bonded a lot during detention and then I was tutoring him. We're....friends now."

"Just friends?" Brunnhilde asked.

"Yup. Just friends!"

After school, Bucky is waiting for you by your car.

He nervously wipes his sweaty palms down his round belly and runs a hand through his hair, "Um, hey."

"Hey, what's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know something. You know my feelings for you and, honestly, they haven't changed. In fact, they've only grown since we've been spending so much time together. And, there's another reason why I wanted to do better in school...and that's you."

"Me?"

"I wanted to be better for you, so I can show you that I'm not just that punk ass kid that doesn't care about anything and anyone. That I'm more than just my bad reputation. And, I think this past month, I've done a pretty good job at showing that. But anyway, I was wondering, if you feel the same? And if you wanna go on a date sometime?"

His confession floored you. You didn't expect him to say any of this, "James, I-I won't lie, that I have some feelings for you, but it-it takes a lot more than this for me to like someone. I mean, we just became friends. And while I do like how you've changed, I just-there's more to it than just that."

He nods and clears his throat, "Right. Got it. I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," you grab hold of his arm, "Maybe...we can just be friends for now and see how it goes?"

He nods, "Yeah. Okay. You set the pace and I'll follow, Y/N. I'd rather have you as a friend than not at all."

"I can't promise anything would come from this."

"I know. I'm just....glad you finally see me."

You smile at him with softness in your eyes, "I'm glad I finally see you too."

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel #au #marvel au #high school au #gn!reader #gender neutral!reader #chubby!bucky

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