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Prison Break- Part 5 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

CW: Death Island spoilers, suicidal thoughts/tendencies

WC: 5350 (whoops)

Summary: You and your co-worker Leon Kennedy are sent on a mission to rescue a kidnapped robotic engineer Dr. Antonio Taylor. The journey for him leads the two of you to somewhere you thought you would never go, Alcatraz.

A/n: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. I graduated my students, I fell ill, and I had an ADHD fueled hyperfixation on a specific pale elf made by Larion Studios so here it finally it. I hope the length makes up for the month of silence.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

January 27th, 2015 

You and Leon had been working together for a year and a half. Last year, you two defeated Glen Arias alongside Chris Redfield and Rebecca Chambers. This year, things were relatively quiet. You hated to say it, but it was quiet. 

You were sitting at your desk that was against the wall in now you and Leon’s shared office. A crate of ice coffee was melting, the condensation dripping from the cups onto the top of your desk. Glancing at the clock, you bit your lip. Normally, Leon would be out of a meeting with the President within an hour, but it was now an hour and 15 minutes, something was up. 

And with it being quiet lately, you could only speculate another big mission was popping up. 

The door opened and Leon walked into the office, looking exhausted and drained. Over the past half a year he had really pulled himself together. His eyes looked more present, less glossed over. He had grown his hair out more, stopped dying it, and styled it like he used to when you first joined. He was also very proud that he started lifting again, something he said that he did all the time in his 20s. 

And all that personal care paid off, because even though he was exhausted from his meeting, he still looked gorgeous. You thought he was really attractive when you joined the D.S.O. and even last year when he had lost a bit of weight and had his depressed alcoholic arc. But you didn’t know just how attractive he could be, and it still amazed you. 

“Are you going to tell me… or….” You said and looked at him. 

He took his coffee out of the tray on your desk and pat your head. Your eyes trailed him to his desk. 

“We have another mission coming up,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat down. He took a sip of his coffee and relaxed in his chair. 

Leon had told you multiple times about his relationship with the past few presidents. Apparently, President Graham scared him shitless when he “asked” Leon to rescue his daughter and he was intimidated by him until his terms ended. President Benford was like a mentor to him and helped found the D.S.O. with Leon; they were pretty close until Leon had to kill him a few years ago. Now, Leon was drained from all the politics of the new guy. 

You smiled to yourself a little bit because you were right about the mission. “You know that’s just watered down coffee, right?” You asked, looking at his iced americano, trying to lighten the mood.

He looked at you from his desk, almost scoffing in reply. “Like I’m gonna take coffee advice from you. You’d guzzle the grounds if you could,” He said, turning his attention back to the folder in his hands. 

You sat there with your mouth open, not knowing how to reply to that. Closing your mouth, you turned back to your laptop, typing away at a case file. 

“We have to go to New York,” Leon said after a few seconds of silence. “We’re going to attend an upcoming biology summit and check in on a few things.” 

“Meaning, there’s a potential virus being sold?” You asked. The past few months after dealing with Arias had been mostly doing work for the government, so bounty hunting and few and far between B.O.W. hunting. 

Leon nodded and your heart jumped with excitement. It was kind of morbid to put it this way, but you loved work like this. This was why you joined the D.S.O.

“We’ll be undercover so be on your best behavior,” Leon said. 

“Yessir,” you said and jokingly saluted. 

“And another thing…. We’ll be undercover as a couple… so try to pretend like you like me,” Leon said and grinned. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

January 30, 2015

Ingrid’s eyes trailed up and down your figure, looking at the dress and seeing if it complimented your skin tone and hair color. The D.S.O. was providing the wardrobe for the mission, the racks of dresses they had filled you and Leon’s office. 

When the racks were brought in, Ingrid didn’t explain why the D.S.O. had so many when you and Sherry were technically the only female agents. She also kicked Leon out of the office so she could help you try on the dresses and pick out the one. 

You were standing in the middle of the office, a burgundy coloured dress hugging your figure. The bodice had straps that fell off the shoulder, corset ribbing, and enough cleavage to make your mother pass out while still keeping it classy. The bottom hugged your figure on one side and had a long slit on the other, trailing up to your thigh. It felt Greek and Romantic, while also being modern. 

You felt like a million bucks. 

“Wow,” Ingrid said, looking over you again. “With your hair and makeup done, you could probably get it at the summit,” she added and chuckled. 

You looked down at the dress. “Why does the D.S.O. have this?” You asked again, clearly stuck on the question. Sherry Birkin hadn’t been back from traveling for a mission in years, and she was pretty young, so it genuinely made no sense to you. 

“Does it matter?” Ingrid replied. “The D.S.O. keeps them just in case. A lot of times they’re purchased for the mission. Tax write offs and stuff.”

You nodded in reply, letting Ingrid touch up the dress a little bit. 

“This will go nicely with what Leon’s wearing…” she said, mentally taking notes. She walked over to a box and pulled out a pair of heels higher than you had ever worn before. 

“Are you trying to get my ankle snapped in half?” You asked and looked at her in shock. 

“You’ve worn heels before, what’s a few more inches? And they’re designer, when else will you get a chance to wear them?” She asked. 

If you weren’t in awe of the shoes, you would have glared at her. “True…” you trailed off and tried the heels on. 

“Okay, now take everything off and I’ll pack them away,” Ingrid said and turned around so you could change. 

After handing the dress and shoes to her, you put your regular clothes on, feeling less like a million bucks. Ingrid put the dress and shoes in a suitcase along with a box of jewelry. 

“Alright… I’ll leave these with you. Good luck,” She said and smiled at you. 

You walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. No amount of hugs could make up for her landing you this job, or even just being your friend when you got lost in the sea of USSTRATCOM agents. But still, it was the thought that counted.

The two of you hugged each other for a good while, making a silent promise to work hard and for you to make it back in one piece. “I’ll try not to drive you insane this time,” you said and smiled at her. 

“You know better than making promises you can’t keep,” she replied and chuckled. The two of you broke the hug. 

The room was littered with clothing racks and  discarded dresses. “I’ll help you bring the racks back,” You said, looking around the room. 

“Don’t bother, I’ll have it done in two trips tops. And you need to get going, check in time for the hotel ends at 11pm,” she said. 

You nodded and picked up your bag and suitcase. “Talk to you later,” you said and gave her a toothy, warm, smile as you walked out the door. 

Walked through the D.S.O. office, you made your way to your locker, grabbing the duffel bag you carried around on missions. It had your knives, guns, and pretty much a small armory in it. 

“Ready to get going?” Leon asked, walking up next to you to go through his locker. 

“Yup,” you replied, slinging the duffel bag over your shoulder. 

“Let’s get going then,” he said, smiling at you. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

January 31, 2015

“Name?” 

“Nathalie Oakes,” you replied, confident in your fake persona. The two of you, you and Leon were putting the finishing touches on your outfits. With a job like this, all of the details mattered, how he cuffed his sleeves, what you wore for jewelry, everything. 

“My name?” Leon asked, fixing the collar of his blazer and undershirt. He was wearing a suit that was matching the dress shade, his blazer and undershirt being the same shade. His tie was black and so were the pants. The way he had his shirt and blazer, the shirt was unbuttoned a little bit so his chest was slightly out. Almost like he had cleavage, which if you were honest he kind of did. That man worked on his chest like he was paid to do it. 

“Edward Wingate,” you answered. Your fingers gently pulled the top off of the velvet covered jewelry box, staring at the almost blinding gold necklace. Picking it up, you were trying to figure out how to clasp and unclasp it with your nails.

Ingrid had treated you to a manicure the other day. Adorning your fingertips were acrylics, nude colored and almond shaped. When you had asked how to shoot or fight in them, you were met with snickers and were told to figure it out yourself. 

So you did. Spending the last few days in the shooting ring and training rooms, making sure you were confident in your abilities with the nails on your hands. A chuckle came from behind you and Leon’s hand gently grabbed the necklace. “Need help?” He asked. 

You nodded in reply and pulled your hair up so he could put the necklace on you. 

“It's funny, I’ve seen you kick ass hundreds of times and you’re getting stuck on trying to put a necklace on,” He said, the everpresent teasing fronting his voice. 

“It’s these damn nails. I have so much respect for people that function with these things. And I can still kick your ass with these on,” You retorted, earning another chuckle from the man behind you. 

Looking at the mirror, you saw a reflection of a life you could only dream of. A woman dressed up to the nines and her partner helping with her jewelry. The juxtaposition to what your reality was was almost taunting. Where there were ivory colored gloves in the mirror, there was usually blood; yours and others’. The hair that fell smoothly like silk sat on top of the head that was filled with nightmares. Nothing in the mirror was a true reflection, except for the man behind you. 

You dreamed of finding the one person who got you, emotionally and physically. One who always had your back and would be there for you on the nights where you remembered the blood filled apartment in Manchester. Leon was the one person in your life who could quell the cold isolation, the icy, crushing feeling of your past. He didn’t know about your feelings for him, he couldn’t. 

Even if the feelings for him overwhelmed you in only a way that a full symphonic orchestra could. His smile made the world feel a little brighter, his laughter made life sweeter, He was like honey added to coffee, something that made a bitter drink sweet and a different palate. 

“Alright, done,” Leon said and pat your shoulder lightly. 

Your eyes looked at the gold adorning your neck and you smiled. “Thanks,” you said warmly and turned around to get the purse that matched your dress. The feeling of someone staring at you made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, something you had from the STRATCOM training. 

Looking in the mirror to your left you saw Leon staring at you, something that happened quite a bit, but this time it was differently charged. Something was fueling the look on his face, but as usual, he was hard to read. He noticed you looking at him in the reflection of the mirror and he turned his face towards the wall, pretending like he wasn't staring at you.

“You ready?” You asked, willing to ignore that he was blatantly staring at you. 

“Yeah,” He replied and grabbed his Sentinel 9, sliding it into his blazer and through his shoulder holster under the jacket. 

Turning towards your bed, you grabbed your holster, fastening it to your thigh under the dress. The slit was on the other thigh so it wouldn’t reveal the holster. 

“Ready Miss Oakes?” Leon mused, holding his arm out for you. 

“Ready Mr. Wingate,” You replied, smiling a bit and taking his arm. This all felt wrong, but right at the same time. What would it feel like if instead of a mission, this was your reality? What if instead of heaving Edward Wingate on your side you had Leon Kennedy? It was jarring, as jarring as the emotions you had been trying to sort out the last few months. Swimming somewhere between your heart and your brain were your complicated emotions. 

They really weren’t complicated, your situation was. 

If Leon wasn’t your coworker and technically your superior, you would’ve tried to go for it, but the reality was that your lives could get messy. You didn’t want him to potentially get in trouble for fraternization, you didn’t want your relationship to change if there was rejection, and most importantly you didn’t want either of your potential deaths to hurt more. 

If you left your feelings unsaid, the chance of you or Leon dying wouldn’t sting as much. So, your feelings were buried between your tight lips, unspoken and never going to be explored.

“You okay? You seem lost in thought,” Leon said, his eyes meeting yours. The clicks of your high heels and his shoes were echoing through the hall on the way to the elevator. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking about the mission,” You replied as the two of you stepped into the elevator. Your gloved finger pressed the 6 button.

“Our target is a potential C-virus sample. Most of the summit will be held on the 6th floor and a lot of the vendors will be here starting tomorrow. Tonight is the dinner party that starts off the summit. Everyone will be busy socializing and drinking,” Leon reminded you. 

“Meaning tonight is our best bet to get in and out unnoticed,” You said, smiling. 

“Meaning, our job will be a lot easier if we get it tonight,” He said. 

The elevator opened to the 6th floor, warm yellow lights illuminating the space. The room was open, the venue taking up the whole floor. Across the walls were floor to ceiling windows, the city lights coloring the dark horizon and sky. The floor was dark wood, glossy in finish, and the ceiling was an off gray color with golden details. All over the room were circular tables with chairs around them, the tables adorned with empty champagne glasses, cutlery, napkins, plates, and candles. 

“I feel like I don’t belong here,” You said quietly. The last undercover mission you went on was almost the polar opposite of this. 

“Don’t let them make you feel inferior. They’ll see through the disguise,” Leon assured you as you two walked into the room more. “And don’t sell yourself short. More importantly, don’t let rich assholes sell yourself short. You’re worth more than everything in this room put together,” He added. 

You smiled a bit, redness slightly painting the tips of your ears. “Thanks for the confidence boost. I’ll make sure to put this down as one of the only times you were sweet to me,” You said, looking at him. He opened his lips to say something, but closed them as someone was making their way over to you two with a clipboard. 

“Good evening, I presume you’re here for the North Eastern Biotech Summit?” The man said. He was dressed in a usual black tie suit. He stood around 5’11”, being only a few inches taller than Leon and looked to be around your age. 

You didn’t miss how Leon almost changed into a completely new person with his energy level and atmosphere. You also didn’t miss how his arm suddenly snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him. The corners of your mouth upturned into a warm friendly smile at the contact and the man in front of the two of you. 

It was all for the mission, that’s what you convinced yourself. Being a couple, that was for the mission, but enjoying it? That wasn’t part of the mission. 

“Of course! Edward Wingate, and this is my lovely fiancé, soon to be Mrs. Wingate,” Leon said, his voice sounding like silk. As he spoke, he pulled you close to him, squeezing the two of you in a side hug. 

The man in front of the two of you checked his clipboard, his eyes skimming down the list of names on his sheet. His eyes lit up when he saw the two names you presented. 

“Ah yes, Mr. Wingate and Ms. Oakes,” He replied, putting the clipboard down and gesturing to a table. “Let me help you find your seat,” He added. The two of you followed the man to a table in the corner of the room. 

As you got closer to the table, you tried to process all the people here, their fancy clothes, and their arm candies. The people paired with the lights, and the complete lack of smell in the room was almost too much for you to handle. 

Leon and you sat down at the table, your hands immediately going to the glass filled with water. The cool liquid made its way down your throat and relief was evident on your face. As you put your glass down, another couple sat next to Leon, their outfits as extravagant as the venue. There was a man and a woman, the woman looking slightly older than the man. 

“Hello! You weren’t here last year, it’s always good to meet a new supporter,” The woman said and outstretched her hand to Leon. After they shook hands, she outstretched the same hand to you, which you took as elegantly as you could. 

“Finally got invited to join in on the summit this year. We’re excited to see what the latest developments in biotech are,” Leon replied, smiling at the two of them. He lightly put his hand on your thigh, the warmth spreading through your body. If you were drinking, you would have almost choked on the water. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Blaire, this is Ambrose,” The woman said and gestured to the young man next to her. Looking at his hand, you could see the two of them were engaged, the gold engagement rings sparkling. You slid your hand onto the tablecloth, so the two of them could observe that you and Leon were also “engaged”. 

“Pleasure’s all mine, Im Edward, this is Nathalie,” Leon gestured to you, almost showing you off. Your mind wandered off to thinking about what if it was Leon who was showing you off, not Edward showing off Nathalie. Could you ever make him proud to introduce other people to you?

“The summit this year is said to be the biggest yet,” Blaire said. Her midnight blue dress was stunning against her skin. The gold jewelry could catch anyone’s eyes. 

“That so? It certainly is a special night,” Leon said and chuckled a bit. You were surveying the room, seeing where the wait staff and other people were coming out of, making it look like you were taking in the decor. 

A frazzled worker coming out a door directly across the room from your table caught your eye. From your seat, you could see shelves and what looked like a storage room, or a green room that the items being showcased in could stay while waiting for tomorrow. 

Your eyes glanced back over to the couple sitting next to Leon and you smiled warmly at them, playing the role of the pretty arm candy that didn’t talk much. 

“We’re going to the bar for a few drinks, want to come?” Ambrose asked warmly and gestured to the bar on the opposite end of the room. It was close to the storage room you saw earlier.

Before Leon could object, you spoke for the two of you. “Of course,” You replied with a smile. 

As the two of them got up, Leon looked at you, his eyes asking for an explanation. Giving him a look back, your eyes told him, trust me, I have a plan already. He nodded in acknowledgement and you two got up, following Blaire and Ambrose. 

The four of you got to the bar counter and you looked up at Leon. “Hey, honey, I’m gonna head to the bathroom, could you just get me a vodka lemonade?” You asked and held his elbow lightly. 

Leon’s eyes twinkled a little bit, him knowing what you were really saying. “Of course, I’ll hold your drink for you,” He said. Before you walked away, he leaned in and kissed the top of your head. 

Your rational side knew why he did it, it was strictly to play your parts, but the part of you that dreamt about a different life fluttered when his lips met your head. Heat ran to your face as you blushed and started walking towards the bathroom. 

If there was one thing you didn’t want, it was for Leon to see the red painted across your cheeks. Then your feelings would be questioned. 

Making sure no one was watching, you walked past the bathroom and towards the storage closet. 

The first thing you noticed about the room was that it was cold, like a walk in freezer. The next thing you noticed were the lights, they were a cold blue hue, no warmth found in them at all. The very last thing you noticed was the lack of smell. Where the scent of mildew and/or dust would be filling your noses there was nothing. Not even the various cleaners on the shelf were creating a smell. 

Looking around the room, you saw various gadgets and displays set up for the summit. Each piece was on its own roll out table,but one in particular caught your eye. On a smaller display table, there was a closed briefcase. If you were lucky, the vial containing the virus sample would be in there, if not, you would have to survive more socializing. 

Walking over to it, your eyes traced over the case, looking for any signs of vents or anything else that could be a trap. Clearing the case, you brought your finger up to your earpiece. 

“Condor 2 to Roost, I found the delivery. Am I cleared to grab it?” You asked.  

“Condor 2, good job. You’re cleared to grab it,” Ingrid’s voice rang out in your earpiece. 

You nodded to yourself and studied the case again, making sure it wasn’t trapped. Flicking the clasps open, you saw the vial. Inside of the small glass container was a red substance that looked almost sticky. Reaching out to it, your hand went to grab it. 

Suddenly, you felt a strong sting of heat course through your hand. Smelling a burning sort of smell, you ripped your hand away from the glass and looked at it, seeing a second degree burn forming through the glove you were wearing. Snickering in annoyance, you bunched up both of your gloves and picked up the vial, stuffing it in your purse and thinking of a way to conceal the burn on your hand. 

Walking out of the storage room, you made your way back to Leon and the others getting their drinks. Leon went to hand you your glass, but his eyes immediately caught on to the burned palm of your hand. His eyebrow raised in questioning and the look you gave in response didn’t ease his worries. 

“Well, it’s been good to meet you two, I think Nathalie is feeling rather ill. We’re gonna head back to our room,” Leon said, looking over at the two he had walked to the bar with. 

Blaire and Ambrose nodded in respect and left to go back to the table. Leon’s eyes went back to your hand, concern written across his face. 

“You gonna tell me what happened?” He asked. 

“I suggest that we get back to the room then have this conversation before the sample vial burns a hole through my purse,” You retorted quietly and walked with him. 

The two of you slipped out of the party, unnoticed, just like how you had gotten in. The job was as easy as Hunnigan had said, in and out, and other than the burn on your hand you both came out unscathed. 

“We’re talking and walking,” Leon said as the two of you got out of the elevator, walking down the hallway to your room. His voice told you that he wasn’t asking, more telling you that you two were going to talk. 

“The glass burned my hand, that was it, everything else was fine,” You replied as you made your way to the door to your room. 

“I’m patching that up when we get inside,” Leon said, again leaving no room for debate. 

“Fine,” You mumbled and swiped the keycard, opening the door. 

The two of you walked in, you immediately getting out of your heels and leaving them by the door. You were about to head into the shower, before Leon closed the bathroom door from behind you. You didn’t have to see his face to know he was staring intently at you. 

“Before anything, I’m fixing that hand of yours,” He said, his breath hot on your neck. You turned around, looking him in the face. 

“I want to get out of my makeup and this dress,” You replied, a slight whine in your tone. 

“You’ll get to later,” He said, almost pulling you to the bed. Begrudgingly, you sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him walk to the bathroom. While you were getting ready, earlier today, you didn’t notice how soft the bedsheets were. The silk pooled under your fingers, wanting to lull you to sleep. 

Leon returned from the bathroom, with a bowl filled with water, a first aid kit, and a couple hand towels. Your face scrunched a bit, uncomfortable with the idea of someone doing something that you could do yourself. 

“Leon, I’ll be fine. I can bandage myself up after I get changed,” You said, trying to quell him. However, one of the things that you had learned early on while working with Leon Kennedy was that he never walked away from someone needing help, no matter how small or big the need was. 

The bed dipped as he sat next to you, pulling your hand so that it was face up on his thigh. “And what happens when you don’t fix it and you get scarring or can’t use your hand as well as you used to? This is your shooting hand, don’t be stubborn,” He insisted. 

“‘Don’t be stubborn?’ That’s rich coming from you,” You replied, eyes scrunched together waiting for the pain of him putting your hand in the bowl of cold water. 

Where you expected there to be pain from the water, there was relief. Part of you wished that it was running water, but the other part of you knew it might’ve been rough on the freshly buried skin. 

“Just relax, I’ll take good care of you,” Leon said, his hands going to open the first aid kit. 

“That really makes me feel better,” You said back snarkily. 

“Good to hear that you didn’t lose your sense of humor,” 

“I got a burn on my hand, I didn’t get impaled,” 

Leon chuckled a little bit and took your hand out of the bowl, putting it down on one of the hand towels. “I thought I trained you to say ‘thank you’ when someone helps,” He replied, a glint of teasing in his eyes. 

“You didn’t teach me shit other than how to shotgun a beer,” You replied, a smirk on your face. 

Leon’s small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh. “Fair, fair,” He replied and started to bandage your hand. “Good eye, seeing where the displays were held. The job was easy thanks to you.”

“Is that praise from Leon Kennedy?” You asked, feigning shock. “Oh my god, the world is ending.”

“Hey, I give you enough praise,” He retorted and lighting wrapped the bandages around your hand, lightly tying them. “Okay, your hand is all set and will be as pretty as it usually is soon,” He added with a toothy grin. 

“Thanks,” You said and looked at the bandaging, your voice softening. 

“Before you change, I have something else for you,” Leon said, walking over to the fridge in the room. Your eyes followed him and watched him pull a box out of the fridge and a large bottle of sparkling cider. 

“What’s the occasion?” You asked as he walked back to the bed with two forks and two flutes. 

“It’s January 31st….” Leon trailed off.

“Oh,” You replied softly and looked at the box. Leon opened it up and revealed a tiramisu cake, simple and plain, just like you liked it. 

“I’m sorry you had to be on a mission tonight, but our lives are what they are,” He said and handed you a fork. “I know you like tiramisu cake and you hate most types of alcohol so I got you some goodies,” He added with a soft smile.

“Thank you, I haven’t had anyone to spend tonight with for a long time,” You replied, taking the fork and flute. 

“Before we eat, actually, I think it’s a waste that we didn’t get to dance while in these fancy ass clothes,” Leon stood up, walking to the radio in the room and putting on a classical music station. 

“I don’t know how to dance,” You said. 

“If you can fight, you can dance, it’s pretty much the same thing,” He replied and held his hand out to you. 

“You say that now, but you won't be laughing when I step on your foot,” You warned, taking his hand with your good one and standing up. Leon laughed in reply and pulled you close to him, his hand finding a respectful spot on your waist. 

“How do I put up with you?” He asked dramatically, his eyes sparkling with humor. 

“I should be asking that question,” You replied. “Maybe, we were meant to annoy the shit out of each other.”

The two of you chuckled as you swayed together to the music. Leon’s eyes never left yours and the way he was looking at you felt… intimate. Like you were the only person in the world to him and you were all he wanted. 

“Happy birthday, (Y/n),” He said after a few seconds of silence and smiled. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Present Day

You saw Leon’s mouth moving on the other side of the prison cell bars, but couldn’t hear a word he was saying. His blue eyes were staring at you, squeezing shut in a grimace every few seconds. If you were going to get infected after all the missions the two of you had gone through, you were happy that at least you could lose your minds together. Nothing else mattered to you other than the feeling of closeness you two had in the moment and your fingers laced together through the jail cell bars. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Catch this fic early on my AO3!

#resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil fanfiction #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy #slow burn #leon s kennedy

[gamerbearmira]

Pepa purred softly as her fox ears twitched. She glanced up at the cracking sound but was relaxed. It was only Dolores, her adorable bunny.

Pepa stretched a bit and purred, her daughter relaxing and giving a content noise as she curled up into her mother's side.

Pepa was a very happy fox as she glanced around their den. Her elk sister was bunkered down with her three children and keeping a wary eye on the opening of the den (and yes it looked adorable how Mirabel was curled up on Luisa's back) alongside Isabela.

Her Water Buffalo brother was closest to the entrance of the den ready to use his horns to defend their herd, pack, family at a seconds notice.

And her three pups, babies, children, amors we're curled up around her. Her sweet Dolores was flipped against one side, long ears alert but body relaxed. Her slippery Camilo was nearly in a ball as he laid curled up against her other side, forked tongue giving cute little hissing snores. And her baby Antonio was giving happy content noises from where he was curled up on her chest sleeping peacefully. She hadn't been able to hold her pups, babies, children like this in so long...

Pepa gave a happy purr as she gently groomed her two oldest children a bit before grooming her youngest.

Candle or no fucking candle she didn't care. She had her adorable perfect little pups, kits, kids, children, babies with her again.

The only thing that could make this better was having her mate with her.

IM SOBBING. SCREAMING. GIGGLING. THEM ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

WAHHHHHHHH

Fèlix and Agustín missing their wife’s 🥀⛓⛓🥀

#encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto dolores #encanto isabela #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #encanto pepa #encanto julieta #encanto bruno #housebroken au #housebroken #my asks are open #my asks #THEMMMM #i am in love

[je-sus-lovesencanto]

the family madrigal but from WTGROAM pepa pov (this was hell to write but welp):

river!

hair!

makeup!

lets run lets go!

this is bogota

we’ve got every generation

so full of tension

deconstructing my whole state of mind

this is my family

and incomplete constellation

so many stars and so many left it (oh my!)

whoa!

but let’s be clear mi mama and papa runs this show

whoa!

they hid and got us here so many years ago

whoa!

and every day it goes to shit even more!

there’s just a lot i simply do not know

so

welcome to this place called bogota

the home of the new family madrigal

(we’re on our way!)

where all the people are mundane and act more sensible

i’m part of this brand new family madrigal!

oh my gosh it’s her!

who is this family? (this family is like a nobody here!)

but we don’t even know the new people!

alright, alright, relax

it is physically impossible to relax!

JUST TELL US WHO THE FUCK DIEGO IS

and that’s why chicken trays are for grown ups!

my husband diego

his mood affects my safety!

when he’s unhappy

well the family gets scared

my brother bruno

that weird ass mf bruno?

they say he wrote some plays, then for the rest he basically disappears

oh! and that’s my sister julieta here’s her deal

truth is she’s unstable but can make you feel

her food is still a remedy for real, though

if you’re confused, imagine what i feel, (im not crazy!)

welcome to the city bogota!

home of the new family madrigal!

(hey let me through!)

i know it sounds a bit overly mundane and sensible but

i’m part of this new family madrigal!

they aren’t anymore but here they are!

see felix divorced me and went for aurora

and agustin perished after julieta

and that’s how abuela started to hate us all!

(let’s go let’s go!)

we swear to always

keep an eye on pepas husbands

and earn our place in

bogota who doesn’t like us

the city keeps growing

but work and dedication will keep us all together!

and each new generation must somehow stay sane together!

wait, who’s a niece and who’s a biological child?

there’s so many people!

is isabela even straight in this one?

okay okay okay okay

so many kids spread around

so, let’s turn the sound up

you know why?

i think it’s time for children round up!

(children round up!)

my eldest dolores

got a soccer himbo

camilos gay

antonio is pretty damn afraid

my dear sweet nieces

isabela, luisa, and mira!

each kind and caring

perfect in every way

draws tattoos and wasn’t very relevant (isabela)

she’s the perfect background child (isabela)

(luisa, luisa, luisa, luisa!)

and luisa’s super tall

the artist and shelter worker didn’t show up very muchhhh

that’s life in the family madrigal!

now you know the family madrigal!

where all the people are more mundane and sensible (whoa)

that’s who we are in the family madrigal, adios!

ooh, (but what about you?)

ha

well i gotta go help diego

but now you all know about the madrigals!

i never meant this to get autobiographical!

ive explained and my memory is wrong

but!

it starts with my parents

and then diego, he controls my life!

my sister julieta can make you feel better with just an accommodation!

her husband agustin, well, he’s dead but he used to mean well

(but what about pepa?)

hey you said you wanted to know who everyone was!

i got nieces and children and (pepa!)

my oldest son camilo won’t stop until i am safe!

my eldest dolores is moving but at least she’s ok!

look, it’s aurora, hey

you can marry my ex if you wanna but

between you and me he is sort of my soulmate (pepa!)

yo, i’ve said too much and thank you but i really need to go!

(pepa!)

this family is driving me crazy!

but i’m doing a lot of it so!

welllll

Pepa!!!

#ao3 #encanto #pepa my beloved

[lestatisprince]

I will say, even though I've accepted that Rashid probably is going to end up as Armand, I am kind of disappointed that hes been aged up again (if that is the case and its not some elaborate red herring) because I've always interpreted him being "frozen" in terms of appearance at 17 as the fantasy version of a metaphor for how some people feel like they are "stuck" at the age that they experienced their main trauma. Im sure thats not what Anne intended when she was originally writing the character, thats just how I read it and it resonated with me.

But overall im so excited for this last episode and season 2 and how theyre going to put their own spin on these stories, and who the fuck knows what theyre actually doing w/ Rashid, maybe we're totally wrong and hes David or an alien or something or maybe he is Armand and I find things that resonate with me deeply in this Armand too. I cant believe we have to wait 2 weeks we're gonna be so starved lol

Sorry for sitting on this one for so long Anon! At least we don't have to wait 2 weeks anymore.

I know what you mean. I've been yelling about Antonio Banderas playing him for years. And when I saw the casting for Lestat, I relaxed a bit thinking if we get this, then it's also time for the world to meet our evil twink cupid.

But look at him tho, besides the age, (which I actually don't mind if it means we don't get that nasty pedo scene from his book) he's not actually far off from how he is in the book. And the whole Dubai set up reeks of his influence.

I really like the metaphor you used here. I feel like they haven't forgotten it though, just look at Claudia.

I do think it will be revealed in the next episode so we won't be left wondering for long.

I really don't think he's David since he's there in the 70's and Lestat turned him after queen of the damned.

Overall I would love it if we are all right and he is.

I'm 99.99999999% convinced.

#iwtv spoilers #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #amc interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #armand #Rashid #iwtv speculation #love this ask #ask #anon

[ilovekazuhaa]

after reading those hcs on being Julieta's youngest, i was wondering if i could request mirabel, isabela and luisa interacting with their little sibling, kinda like a part 2? thanks

Yes! This is such a cute idea and im so happy how it turned out! Hope u enjoy :))

What it would be like having Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel as older sisters!!

Part 1 > Part 3

Isabela Madrigal

Although she was the oldest and you were the youngest, you two got along great.

Isabela loves to teach you about flowers, helping you learn by playing a game. She would grow one and you would name it as fast as you can.

One morning before school she grew a rose and tucked it behind your ear. You’ve asked her to make one and tuck it behind your ear everyday since then.

“Remember, do what you want, and don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t be your true self.”

Every morning when she greeted you, she would shower you with flower petals, same as when you got home from school.

You sat next to her every night for dinner. Whenever you didn’t want to eat a few of your veggies, she would help you hand them off to Antonio’s furry friends under the table.

When it wasn’t your mom comforting you. It was Isa. She always knew how to calm you down.

Hugging you tightly, you sat on her lap, head buried in her neck as you sobbed.

“Hey, it’s okay… Everything’s gonna be okay… Just tell me what’s wrong. I can’t understand you if you cry” she spoke softly.

When you saw how Isa changed her outfit for the first time, seeing all of the vibrant colors she added to her dress with her plants, you asked if she could do it to you too.

Adding it to your clothes, you two matched for the day, but it got on your skin too. You had an orange spot on your cheek for a month.

You often give Isa your “art” every time you came up with a new creation. One time you gave her a drawing of you and her holding hands. She has it hung up on a frame above her bed. She hasn’t told anyone about it and isn’t planning to.

“Do whatever you feel like doing in the moment. How else are you gonna know that you’re in the moment… you know?”

If she found out one of the other kids were bullying you, she’d make her way to their house, bang on their front door and when they opened, she would yell at the kids’ parents for not knowing how to raise their child. “No one messes with my siblings!!!”

She knew Abuela would get her in trouble for it, but she didn’t care.

“I have no regrets” Isa said, crossing her arms and looking away with a closed eye pout.

Luisa Madrigal

Luisa would be very gentle with you, never fully wrapping her arms around you when you two hugged, in fear she would hurt you.

Always careful where she stepped around the house, not wanting to accidentally crush you.

She always let you sit on top of her shoulders as she ran back in forth in circles, making the two of you extremely dizzy.

You two felt so dizzy that you guys just decided to skip dinner. You slept in Luisa’s room that night and climbed on her monkey bars. They were your favorite.

Whenever you went with your mama into town, you always saw Luisa working there, helping all the townspeople with crazy jobs. You were so impressed when you saw her pick up 7 donkeys and carry them on her back.

“That’s my sister!!! She’s so cool!”

Even though she was far away, Luisa heard your squeaky voice in the distance, freaking out over her super strength. She couldn’t help but smile and blush a bit.

Luisa typically took you with her wherever she went on her off days. She loved hearing you babble on and on as she relaxed on her hammock.

She took you to school every morning, helping take some weight off her mother’s shoulders.

She was also a big fan of your stories, like your mom. But she offered new, cooler parts to them.

“Wait wait wait, what if he grew wings, flew, AND shot lasers out of his eyes?!?!”

You were so mesmerized by her ideas, jaw dropping whenever she mentioned something cool like that.

Luisa loved playing rock, paper, scissors with you and always knew what you would pick before you picked it. It was always rock. But she let you win everytime.

“Aw, you won again, Y/N!! You’re too good at this, maybe even the best in the whole encanto!”

If she saw that you were feeling down, she’d take you to the river and you two would skip rocks together as you talked about life.

“Man, I’m so mad. Why can’t mama just give me brownies for dinner?? They have protein!!”

“I get where you’re coming from kiddo, but mama wants you to get all of your nutrients so you can get big and strong!!” your older sister explained.

“Big and strong… like you?” you asked.

“Yeah… Big and strong… like me.”

“Then why didn’t you say so?? I’ll eat my veggies everyday no problem from now on!!!”

“I’m glad to hear that. Can’t wait until you get strong so you can pick up donkeys too, kid” she smiled, ruffling your hair.

Noticing whenever Luisa was feeling exhausted and over worked, you hugged her. But you were only tall enough to reach up to her waist.

Feeling something grab her, she jumped, startled. When she looked down and saw you hugging her leg, snuggling your head into her dress, her heart melted. She just wanted to pick you up and squeeze you, giving you the biggest hug.

Mirabel Madrigal

Mirabel was the one you spent the most time with out of your other sisters, since she didn’t have a gift and you hadn’t gotten yours yet.

You always followed her around town, singing with the other children. It was so much fun.

She was always the first person that offered to take care of you.

When you were a baby, she was the first one besides your mama that held you first.

Mirabel taught you how to sew. Sure, you weren’t a professional, but you were getting there. She was so patient.

Since you two shared a bedroom, she would sing to you every night and you dozed off to the sound of her soft voice comforting you.

Every morning when she woke up, she would wake you up right after and take your hand, leading you downstairs for breakfast.

Mirabel’s earrings were handmade, so when she gifted you a matching set, you were so excited.

Because of Mirabel, butterflies were your favorite animal. She knew so much and was always telling you little facts about them.

“Did you know that butterflies taste with their feet?!”

There was a butterfly garden in the encanto, so whenever you two had nothing to do, there was no doubt you guys would be found there.

Mirabel often told you stories about your Abuelo Pedro because Abuela always used to tell them to her.

Every night, Mirabel told you the same story of how Casita was created and how the encanto came to be. You can now recite the entire story, word for word, the exact way Mirabel tells it to you.

When you were born, Mirabel made you a stuffed teddy bear. Putting it in your crib, you’ve slept with it every night for as long as you can remember.

Whenever you went out together, she always held your hand. It was so warm.

You always put your toys in her bag. She always tells you that she is making one for you and you’ll be getting it soon. Then, you can fill the whole bag with as many toys as you want.

One time, she let you try on her glasses. The lenses were so blurry, you couldn’t even see 5 feet in front of you. Looking around in her glasses, you somehow ended up cross eyed. Mirabel laughed at how silly you looked.

You were always worried that when you turned 5, you wouldn’t get a gift, just like Mirabel.

“What if I don’t get a gift?” you said, hugging your teddy bear. Mirabel got up from her bed, coming to yours and scooting close to you.

“You have nothing to worry about. You’re gonna get your gift and your door, and it’s gonna be the coolest ever, I know it.”

After looking up at her, you hugged her tightly, letting go of your teddy bear. “You’re the best sister ever, I wish you had a door” you said.

“You know what, you don’t have to worry about me. Because I have an amazing house..and an amazing family… and an amazing you” she said, hugging you back.

As if on cue, you layed down on her lap and dozed off to her singing softly as she stroked your hair.

#encanto #encanto imagine #encanto x reader #encanto fanfic #encanto imagines #disney encanto #isabela madrigal #isabela my beloved #isabela headcanons #isabela x reader #luisa headcanons #luisa madrigal #luisa my beloved #isabela encanto #luisa encanto #mirabel encanto #mirabel madrigal #mirabel headcanon #mirabel x reader #mirabel my beloved

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2

Part one |

—Summary: harry starts tour off in Vegas; he invites you, his friend, to the show to support him. You stand in the crowd and watch him with so much proudness, harry notices you and he also starts to notice he loved you for a while.

—genre: fluff

—warning: altitude sickness, other than that nothing

—pairing: harry Styles x reader

Trope: friends to lovers

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After Denver it was straight to San Antonio. You got loaded into the tour bus with harry and the band and started the short drive there.

The whole way there you and Harry spent time together. You watched a movie, chatted, painted each other's nails, and shared a ton of laughs. When you both weren't together for a short time Pauli would tease harry on how you both were literally in love with each. Harry would usually shake it off with a laugh, but he knew Pauli wasn't lying about that.

You arrived at the hotel and spent the day relaxing. Harry didn't see you the whole day, only a phone call in the morning and a text before bed. It kinda disappointed harry, but the next day before the show he got to see you.

You knocked on Harry's dressing room door. "Harry, it's me." Harry walked over to the door opening it for you. "Hey!" Harry pulled you into a hug with a kiss on the cheek. You chuckled. "Are you ready for tonight?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, come in, I have to do a few things before I go on."

you walked into Harry's dressing room shutting the door behind you.

You too a seat on the couch and watched as harry fixed his hair in the mirror. "I'm so happy we're no longer in Denver. I got some altitude sickness while we were there and it was hell." Harry turned to you. "Not sure how they live there. Now how do I look?" Harry gave you a little twirl causing you to laugh. "You look amazing." You stood up and walked towards him. You smoothed out his sleeves and looked into Harry's eyes with a smile. "I don't know if you heard this from me yet but I'm very proud of you harry."

Harry smiled. "Thank darlin'." Harry wrapped his arms and hugged you. You pressed your head into his chest and smiled. When you pulled away you looked into his eyes. Harry smiled as he placed his left hand on your cheek, he used his thumb to stroke your cheek.

You looked up into his eyes, you did notice it before but there's a little brown I'm them. Harry mouth parted as he began to lean down. Your heart was beating 70 mph as he inched closer. Harry seemed hesitant but you didn't pull away which meant you wanted this.

As harry reached your lips a knock on the door was heard. "Harry your up in five minutes."

You pulled away and took a few steps from harry. Harry was flustered as he didn't get to kiss you. "Um.. I'm Sorry. You should get going." You mumbled fiddling with your now sweaty hands. "Yeah I should." Harry walked over to the door with you following behind. Before he opened it he turned to you. "Are you going to be in the audience again?"

You smiled at him. "Yes, of course I am. Remember to look at me ok?" Harry smiled. "Alright."

With that harry left and you both went your Separate ways.

During the whole show harry tried to avoid your eyes only because he didn't want to think about how he almost kissed you earlier.

When the show ended harry ran off stage and you were escorted back to the back. Harry was already in his dressing room as you walked back there. you knocked on the door and Waited for harry to answer. A few minutes went by before harry answered. "Hey." He said giving you a shy smile. "Hey, can I come in?"

harry nodded opening the door a little wider for you. "That was a great show tonight harry." You commented. "Thanks."

You looked at him. "You alright?" Harry nodded pulling his blouse off. You were meet with his tattooed body that every girl would kill to see close up. You were starting to get the sense that harry didn't want to see you right now.

"Okay, well I'll let you change. I'll see you later." You walked over to the door ready to open it. Before you could twist the knob harry called out your name. You turned around and looked at him. Harry Walked over to you. His heart was racing as he did, but he couldn't hold this feeling in anymore.

Harry took your cheeks in his hand before he leaned In and kissed you. You moaned as you fell back against the door. Harry tongue slipped into your mouth making your go frail. Harry hands feel from your face to your hips giving them a little squeeze. This was what heaven felt like you thought to yourself and you didn't want it to end.

--

Im going to make the next part a smut

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #Harry Styles fanfiction #harry Styles x you #falling in love on tour

[stasammenarchive]

spoilers for encanto below lmao part 1 i guess.. sort of a live blog of the audiobook

- little mirabel being so excited to get her gift and then getting nothing.. shit thats just so sad fam

about to fight alma for talking about how special mirabel is only to go: okay, seeya - when she didn’t get a gift smh 

coffee cup kid is my fav character

alma shaking her head in disappointment at mirabel i’m going to throw down

isabela: did someone say flowers?! felix: our angel.. our angel isabela: please don’t clap 😇 I’M CRYING I LOVE HER BHGBHGF

isabela: relax, no-one’s looking at you  mirabel; well they’re only looking at you.. because.. because you’re so pretty! isabela: mirabel: first of all isabela is so catty help, second of all mirabel that was weak damn

DUDE......... ALMA REALLY DIDN’T PUT UP PHOTOS OF MIRABEL? WHAT?

i’m sure she has her ‘reasons’ but there’s no excuse for how she’s treating mirabel jesus 

antonio and mirabel are so cute.. man..

mirabel telling antonio that seeing him get his door and his gift would make her happier than anything i’m gonna crY... she made him a stuffed animal im sobbing

isabela: exists mariano: i’m about to go simp mode

antONIO WANTING TO HOLD MIRABEL’S HAND BC HE’S SCARED WAHH

god... poor mirabel, she really got left out of the family photo, this is whack

#004 : ( out of character ) #encanto spoilers

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

i adore everything you write especially erwin like he’s my number one and u write him so well i keep coming back<3 would love to hear your thoughts on the different types of dates he would take you on :)) ty and i hope you’re well !!

Omfg I really needed to hear this today :( thank you so much💛 you're too kind.

Im so happy to hear that I'm write Erwin i a good way! I've actually been thinking about his character a lot! My Erwin posts actually get the least notes bc he's just underappricated, tho imma make sure to write him more from now on just for you 🥰

I actually really liked this request idea so imma split it in two part bc i don't wanna make a long post

Type of dates with Erwin PT.1 {pt.2 in masterlist}

{ Erwin x reader | tw: none | fluff, romance | modern }

{ "La Lettura" 1873 by Antonio Mancini 1852 - 1930 }

Ideal dates : these are dates he plans up ahead, makes sure they go smoothly and you're both are having fun. He really looks forward to these dates, they're like an event for him. He saves them up for important occasions like your anniversary, valentine's day, birthday, etc.

1. Romantic dinner by candle lights: he's a sucker for classics and romance cliches. Once a month or so, when you're both free. He'd make a reservation at a fancy restaurant, a secluded table with multiple candles and a nice view of the night sky waiting for you.

You'd both dress us, he'd be a gentleman all the way and open the doors for you, tell you how precious you look while kissing your hand. Maybe even a bouquet of fresh flowers if he's feeling extra.

The night would be spent quietly, talking while drinking wine as your food is getting ready. You two could talk together forever and not get bored, he also could listen to you talk about your passions all day.

At dessert time, he slowly falls in love with you again when you offer him a piece of yours, he'll gladly eat it off your fork. You hold hands under the table and he circles his thumb against yours.

When going home, he'd wrap his arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder. It's the perfect night.

2. Picnic near the lake at sunset, ends with stargazing: this usually takes place in spring or summer, maybe even autumn. When the weather is just perfect and the sky is just clear enough. You both prepare a basket before hand, he wears a light blue shirt to match his eyes.

You arrive around lunch time, having picked a nice place under a tree to shield you from the sun. The sound of children playing in the distance quieting down as time goes on. You both prepared each other's favourite food before hand.

It's around sunset when he wraps the blanket you bought with you around you, the wind having picked up. He kisses your forehead before pulling you closer to his side. You watch the sunset together as the ducks in the lake swim lazily around.

When it's completely dark, is when you finally lay down together, facing the sky. You point to a certain formation and he tangles his fingers with yours before guiding them to the next, he knows a lot about the stars. He shows you the fading ones who's only remains are ghosts of their pasts, he also shows you the newly formed ones who's light is just reaching us.

With your head on his chest, his calm deep voice talking about the stars and the warmth the blanket is offering, you fall asleep.

You wake up in the passenger seat on the ride home, glancing to the side you can see him driving with a smile on his face, he looks happy, relaxed even. You go back to sleep.

3. Going to see a musical together: it's one of the dates he really looks forward too, he's actually a huge musicals nerd but only his close friends know that. So what's better than mixing his favourite thing to watch with his favourite person? You!

He knows the tickets are expensive but he promises you it's worth the inconvenience, so you book two seats online.

When you arrive, you sit next to each other while the room is slowly getting filled. You can hear the actors getting ready off-stage but can't make out what they're saying. Erwin is next to you looking through the play flyer they gave and explaining the story to you.

That day, is the most day you've seen Erwin laugh from the depth of his heart. He'd look at you each time something really funny happens. Squeeze your hand a bit whenever an intense scene is happening. Bring your hand against his lips for a second when a romantic scene is happening.

He's just fully emerged into it. When you see the shine in his eyes, the way his lips curl up just a bit, is when you realise how beautiful Musicals are.

It becames a habit to visit one each year on his birthday.

4. Go to a museum or an art gallery: one thing you've learned from being with Erwin, is that he can turn the most boring things interesting. He just has a way with words and a matching deep voice to go with it, he could read the ingredients on the back of a shampoo bottle and you'd still listen.

Naturally, it was just a matter of time before one of you suggested visiting a museum. You pick a day when not a lot of people would be there.

He makes it fun, interesting and actually educational. You've been walking peacefully in long corridors with paintings and other forms of art displayed around each corner. He seems to have endless knowledge about each piece, telling you both a secret funny fact about it and a base knowledge.

The perfect tour guide, he encourages you to participate and even guess information based on the art and how it makes you feel. He smiles whenever you get something right and chuckles when you don't, it's a win-win situation.

5. Horseback riding: this one happens whenever you visit his parents who retired in the country side, they're really lovely people and seem to genuinely like you. Not to mention how Erwin just shows you off proudly to his parents like you're made out of pure gold.

It's a quiet small town that makes you forget about the city, the air is refreshing and the people are kind, the patries are delicious and the baker is kind. You two could get lost walking near fields of flowers for hours.

He assures you that you have all the time to try everything else, for now he's excited to show you something he's been doing since he was a kid.

The people at the stable seem to recognise him, even the horses are kinder to him than you. You're a bit jealous you won't lie, but he just guides through befriending a certain white horse with braids in it's hair. You even manage to feed them some sugar cubes.

You've underestimate just how tall a horse is, so now when faced with the option to ride on its back you almost back away. Meanwhile Erwin looks really natural and comfortable just getting on one, is this the same man who didn't know you could turn your phone screen sideways till you showed him?

So you end up sharing a horse, he wraps your hands around his waist and tells you to trust him, it will be okay. And just when a glimmer of hope rises in your heart that maybe this isn't as scary as you thought, that man somehow makes the horse go so fast it almost rivals the speed of sound, at least in your mind it did.

It's the most fun and adventures date so far, your heart is pumping by the end of the day as adrenaline runs through your veins. You're both panting and he seems like a kid on Christmas.

Thankfully his parents somehow foresaw this happening and prepared dinner for both of you while apologising for their son. Soon enough, they arm you with enough embarrassing childhood stories about Erwin for later use.

6. Visiting historical spots: it's something his father suggested to you both while you're getting the car ready to drive home. Soon enough you were discussing it while on the road and both of you seemed to be on-board.

It's an actually entirely different experience to see these places in person than in photos in school history books. Everything is so much bigger than you expected, so much older and all the details.

You can see all the different angles just by walking around, both of you seem to be entranced at just how strangely alluring it is to see this great build and know it's more than 500 years old, even Erwin seems to be lost for words for once.

The memories you made, the silly photos you took, the places you held hand and kissed in. It's all was just so lovely. And so it becomes a yearly tradition that you both save up for.

#erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #erwin x y/n #erwin smith #commander erwin #Erwin🕯 #snk erwin #aot erwin #snk #aot #snk x reader #aot x reader #requests🕯 #date ideas #fluff #romance

[hopelikethemoon]

Movie Night (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Movie Night Rating: PG-13  Length: 2900 Warnings: Slight voyeurism, light smut (teasing in public).  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set January 1999. Two days without MTMF, did you miss me? I’ve been working on this over the past two days, trying to get my desire to write back after the unpleasantness.  Summary: Family movie night is always an event. 

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After the girls had gotten their fill of watching Mulan for the dozenth time, you and Steve helped them set up a pillow fort in the middle of the family room floor, while Javier, Monica, and Nadia ran a relay team on bringing popcorn and Capri Sun out to keep them occupied while the six of you tried to enjoy The Mask of Zorro. 

“I wanted sweet popcorn.” Josie huffed a little, but shoveled a handful of popcorn into her mouth, before retreating back into the pillow fort with Olivia and a full bowl of popcorn. 

“Please don’t let Sofía eat any.” You warned.

Olivia poked her head out, “Sofía is sleeping.” She told you as she shushed you. 

“Hey, no.” Steve shook his head. 

“It’s fine,” You assured him before turning towards Javier as he returned with two glasses of wine and a bottle tucked under his arm. “Classy.”

He winked at you, “Figured we could do something different for movie night.”

You took your glass from him and took a sip, “You read my mind.” You took the bottle from him, sitting it down on the coffee table beside your glass of wine. “Girls, do you have everything you need?”

“Yes!” They called back.

“I finally got the movie rewound,” Connie announced as she flopped down onto the opposite side of the sofa, beckoning Steve to her. 

“Has no one ever heard ‘be kind, rewind’?” Steve chuckled as he sank down beside her and stretched his legs out to rest his feet on the coffee table. 

“I don’t get why Blockbuster doesn’t just check every VHS,” Nadia pointed as she joined Monica on the armchair, “I kinda hope one day there’s an easier way to watch a movie.” 

Monica popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth, “You mean like your crazy idea for being able to watch movies at home with the touch of a button?”

“It’s not that crazy,” Nadia protested, nodding her head towards Javier. “He agreed with me.”

“Yeah,” Javier said as he sat down beside you. “Picture it — any movie you want, right on your TV.” He draped his arm around you.

You grabbed the blanket off the back of the sofa, pulling it over your lap and curling up beneath it and leaning into Javier’s side.

“I dunno, Peña.” Steve hummed thoughtfully. “Seems like it might require a lot of storage.” 

“It could work.” Javier picked up the edge of the blanket, situating it so it was over both of your laps. “You know,” He said to you. “I realized why you wanted to see this movie.”

“Oh?” You smirked at him, pulling your arm out from beneath the blanket to play your fingers through his hair. 

“Antonio.” He arched a brow at you.

You scrunched up your nose, “Like you don’t love Catherine Zeta-Jones.” You teased, tugging at his hair before you leaned forward to grab your glass of wine, taking a sip. 

Monica arched a brow, “I can see that.”

“Right?” You laughed, settling back into Javier’s side, sliding your arm behind him. “Steve, who’s on your list?”

“My what?”

“Your freebie.” You laughed, enjoying the brief look of panic on his face as he looked towards Connie. “You know, who would you get a freebie with if the opportunity arose?”

“Uh,” Steve scratched behind his ear. “I don’t know—“

Connie interrupted her, “Mine is definitely Harrison Ford. Though, Bruce Willis has a certain appeal too.”

“Does everyone have a list?” Steve looked towards Monica and Nadia. 

Monica shrugged, “It would be a fight over Kate Winslet or Winona Ryder.” 

Nadia popped a handful of popcorn into her mouth, “Definitely Winona.”

Steve gave you a weary list, “What the f-u-c-k?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Sorry?”

He raked his hand over his face, sighing heavily as he looked towards Connie, “Michelle Pfeiffer, I guess.”

“Really?” She hummed thoughtfully. “I guess I can see that.” Connie looked towards you then, “I thought you had a thing for George Clooney?”

“I go through phases.”

Javier squeezed your thigh under the blanket, “Let’s not forget your Kevin Costner phase. I don’t know how many times we’ve watched Robin Hood.”

“I cannot tell a lie, my taste varies.” You leaned your head against his shoulder, pressing your thigh against his beneath the cover. “You also love what’s her face from Jurassic Park.”

“Who?” Steve questioned.

Monica perked up, “Laura Dern?”

“Yeah! Her.” You nodded, nudging Javier in the ribs.

Javier shrugged, “I came for the dinosaurs and stayed for Dr. Sattler.” 

“Now that we’ve gone down that path, how about we start the movie?” Connie suggested as she picked up the remote and hit play. 

“For the record,” You interjected. “Sam Neill could get it.”

“Yes!” Connie agreed with a laugh as she grinned at you. 

Steve and Javier exchanged looks and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

You pulled the blanket up around your arms as you shifted beside him. Javier wrapped his arm around your shoulders, maneuvering you so your head was resting against his chest more comfortably. 

“You should grow your hair out again,” You told Javier as you tilted your head to look at him, before looking between him and the TV screen. 

“And look like a prisoner?” His brows rose upwards as he looked down at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

You reached up and brushed your fingers over the hair that fell against his forehead, “I like the unkempt look.” You ran your hand over his chest as you leaned in to kiss him. 

He brushed his nose against yours as he drew back from the kiss, “Summer isn’t too far away, baby.”

“It’s January.” You laughed softly, shaking your head as you dragged your fingers through his too-short hair. “I guess I’ll just have to get my fill of unkempt from Zorro.” You sighed dramatically before turning your gaze back to the screen — watching as Alejandro and Joaquin got out of their predicament. 

Javier’s hand idly stroked your bare leg beneath the blanket, his touch warming you far better than even the blanket had. 

Chewing on your bottom lip, you tilt your head just enough to catch Javier’s gaze. He canted his head to the left, a brow arching upwards curiously as his fingers trailed along your inner thigh, rising up to skim just beneath the bottom of your shorts. 

Oh.

You punctuated your nod with a quick kiss, before turning back to watch the TV, just in time to watch Joaquin meet his early demise. 

You shifted beneath the blanket, letting your legs part far enough to accommodate Javi’s wandering hand. His touches were teasing — his fingers skimmed up your inner thigh, barely brushing over the crotch of your underwear, before retreating back down your thigh. 

It made concentrating on the movie a little more difficult. 

And no one was aware. You glanced towards Monica and Nadia — both of whom were staring at the screen and eating popcorn. Steve and Connie were whispering to each other, their gaze fixed on the screen too. 

You leaned forward to pick up your wine glass and your own bowl of popcorn. You took a sip of wine, sitting the bowl down on the blanket where your leg was pressed against Javier’s. “You want your wine?” 

“Yeah, baby.” Javier pulled his hand out from under the blanket and dragged his fingers through his hair. 

You took another sip before sitting your glass back down and picking up his. Javier brushed his fingers against yours as he took the glass from you, a smirk playing over his lips as he met your eyes over the rim of the wine glass as he took a sip. 

Both of you managed to behave yourselves as the movie progressed — right up until the scene between Elena and Zorro in the confessional. 

Your hand slid back beneath the blanket, watching him out of the corner of your eye as your fingers ghosted over his cock through the heavy fabric of his jeans. 

His ring clinked against the side of the Corelle bowl holding the popcorn between your laps and you froze. No one else seemed to notice — too focused on the film, as Love pursued Zorro. If they had noticed, Javier played it off like he was sitting the popcorn aside on the arm of the sofa. 

He relaxed back against the cushion, exhaling slowly as he gave a short nod of his head. Neither of you were bold enough to do much more than grope each other — not when everyone and the children were right there, but the thrill was there nevertheless. 

You bit down on your bottom lip, your eyes fixed on the TV as you cupped him more intentionally, rubbing your thumb down the length of him. His jeans kept him confined, but you could still feel the way he hardened beneath your touch. 

Javier cleared his throat, using that as an excuse to unwind his arm from around you and tuck it under the blanket. He slid his arm beneath yours, his hand grabbing at your thigh possessively. 

“Can we pause real quick?” Monica interjected, “I need to use the restroom.”

“Yeah,” You sat up a little straighter then, “Connie do you still have the remote?”

“Yep!” Connie fumbled for it on the sofa, before hitting pause. 

Javier reached for the bowl of popcorn again, sitting it on his lap as he grabbed a few pieces and popped them into his mouth, giving you a sideways look. 

“I think I’m going to go put Sofía down,” You announced as you rose to your feet, stretching your arms above your head. 

You glanced back at Javier, watching the way he was watching you. You knelt down to peel Sofía out from the pillow fort, laughing at the mess the girls had managed to make with the popcorn — kernels and pieces of popcorn strewn across the floor.

Josie whispered to you, “We were feeding Bruno.” She pointed to her Beanie Baby. 

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” You teased her, cradling Sofía to your chest as you stood back up. “Hey Javi, do you mind helping me with Sofía?”

You weren’t sure you had ever seen Javier move as swiftly as he did. He was up and off the sofa, following you down the hallway to the nursery. 

“I haven’t seen you move like that since 1987.” You taunted as you bounced Sofía in your arms, turning back to look at him as he lingered in the threshold. 

Javier snorted, “What can I say, baby? I’ve been incentivized.” He dragged his fingers through his hair as he leaned against the doorframe. 

You smirked, “We didn’t even make it to the kiss.” 

Javier rubbed at the side of his neck as he stepped further into the room. “It’s not like we don’t know what happens.” You pointed out as you settled your daughter into her crib. “We need to do another movie night. Just the two of us.” 

He nodded his head slowly, “That new Star Wars film is out in a couple months.” 

“May, right?” You questioned as you leaned down to kiss Sofia’s head, before walking away from the bed. “Is this a date, Javi?”

Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, “I’ll never stop dating you, baby.” He told you as you approached him. 

“What a sap,” You scrunched up your nose and rolled your eyes as you reached out and draped your arms over his shoulders. “Have you always been this much of a sap?”

He rocked his jaw as he stared down at you, “Back in the 80s, I met someone who turned me into a sap.”

You snapped your fingers, “I bet it was that fucking Murphy character.” 

Javier chuckled, “Bingo.” He ran his hands along your waist as he leaned down to kiss you, a slow kiss that only served to stoke the fire you felt in your veins. 

A soft moan escaped you as your lips parted against his, your fingers winding through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

He squeezed your hip, “We should go back out there.”

You nodded, brushing your nose against his. “As soon as they’re gone…” Your brows rose upwards and you caught his bottom lip between your teeth. 

Javier pulled you towards him abruptly, your chests pressed together. “I’m counting the minutes, baby.” He assured you as he kissed you again, his tongue invading your mouth — winding you up, only to abandon you. 

You trailed after him down the hallway, grabbing his ass before you stepped around him and his scandalized expression, as you made your way back to the sofa. You grabbed your wine glass, finishing off the last of it. 

“Did she go down easily?” Connie questioned as she tucked her legs beneath her. 

“Surprisingly easy.” You nodded, rubbing your thumb over your bottom lip as you glanced over the back of the sofa at Javier. 

“Olivia had to go potty.” She explained, pulling your attention back to her. “Steve’s handling it.”

Javier settled back down on the sofa beside you, stretching his legs out and propping them up on the coffee table in front of him. “Should’ve known they’d need a potty break.” 

Monica laughed, “And here I thought you two were going to have your own bathroom break.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes and flipped her off with a grin as you shifted so you were laying across his lap with your head propped up on the arm of the sofa. “We are capable of behaving. Shocking as it might be.”

“Barely,” Javier admitted, stroking his fingers over your hair as he looked down at you with a smirk before turning his attention back to Monica. “You enjoying the film?” 

Monica shrugged, “It’s not a masterpiece, but it’s enjoyable.”

You feigned offense, “Sacrilege. The Murphys are your parents now.”

“Rude!” She gave a look. “Did I criticize your taste in men? Because I could go there if you’d like me to.”

“Javier is sitting right here.” You laughed, turning to look up at him with a grin. 

“Exactly,” Monica shook her head. “I’m just saying, your taste is suspect. I respect it but…” 

You shrugged, “I didn’t choose to fall in love with a man who still dresses like it’s the seventies, but I’ve come to terms with that.”

“Baby… Shots fired.” Javier pursed his lips as he looked down at you. 

“Are we roasting, Javier?” Steve questioned as he returned to the family room, sending Olivia back into the blanket fortress. “Because there’s a grill out back we can roast him on.”

“If you bring up the fucking burnt burgers—“

“Daddy!” Josie popped her head out. “You said a naughty word.”

“JoJo, not now.”

“Mommy, he said a bad word!”

You started laughing and quickly it spiraled out of control to the point that you were laughing so hard you ended up crying. 

“You better believe I’m going to bring up burnt burgers,” Steve continued. “How the hell-“

“Daddy!” Olivia popped her head out of the fort beside Josie. 

“Stephen.” Connie scolded him. 

You started laughing even harder, sitting up and coughing as you tried to catch your breath. “I’m wheezing.”

“Baby, it’s not that funny.” Javier complained, but that barely deterred him. “You’ve got a lot of balls bringing that up Murphy… Or, actually not, come to think of it.”

“Ouch, Peña.” Steve huffed. “That’s a below the belt jab.”

Javier rolled a shoulder, “Bringing up one grilling mistake for the rest of my life sure seems like a below the belt jab.” His brows rose upwards warningly. “At least I don’t still go duck hunting.”

“Says the man who enjoys going skeet shooting.” Steve shot back. 

“I enjoy skeet when the company’s not being a jackass.”

“Javier!” You slapped his thigh.

Josie seemed to have the answer for stopping the two grown children from fighting. She emerged from the blanket fort, hands on her hips and glared at Javier. 

“Fuck!”

Everyone stopped at that. 

“Josie!” You snapped. 

“Joséfina Selina Peña.” Javier hissed out.

“Finally some peas and quiet.” Josie sighed dramatically and retreated back into the fort. 

“Our daddies are such gophers.” Olivia said as she pulled the blanket entrance shut. 

“Gophers.” Monica parroted, which sent all of you back into a spiral of laughter. 

“More like whack-a-mole.” You pointed out with a snort as you grabbed for the remote. “We’ve got half a movie left to watch and one of the best kiss scenes in modern film. Less bickering, gentlemen.”

“We’re not bickering.” Javier insisted as he sank back down onto the sofa, dragging his fingers through his hair. “But you’re right about the kiss.”

“Thank you.” You winked at him. “Who doesn’t love a sexy sword fight followed by a different kind of sword fight.”

You hit the play button, tossing the remote aside as you settled in against Javier. “Doesn’t beat our kisses, though.” You assured him as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

He turned to grin at you, “Not even close.” Javier rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb against your skin. “I love you.” He whispered. 

You grinned to yourself. “I love you too.” You told him curling your arm around behind him as you settled your cheek against his shoulder.  

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

[disaster-fruit]

could you tell us more about the brarg family au with the 3 babies and trans luci?

I definitely can! This au has been living rent free in my head since i started that drawing and I was actually sketching more stuff for the AU right before I got this ask so- I definitely can ramble more about it

This was supposed to be just a collection of a few hcs and now it’s a multi-pages word document the size of a fanfic so – Im really sorry.

I didn’t think a lot about their backstories tbh, though I have it in my mind that Luciano transition in his late teens and that he and martin either met after that or knew each other before luciano came out, lost all contact, and then met again after (and you can blame oxiosas fic for that yeah im not even subtle)

But I imagine them having some sort of meet cute and kinda progressing really fast in their relationship without realizing – yk, its just a fling, no big deal, yeah ive met his parents, yes I basically spend every weekend in his apartment, yeah I have a spare key now, ops I guess we’re adopting dogs and plants together- oh I think we’re married. Yeah. We’re married.

Ok but for real Luci does the proper proposal-with-a-ring-and-knelt-down-on-a-special-day thing and Martin is just bright red saying yes over and over again

It is Afonso (port) the first to be all WHERE ARE MY GRANDCHILDREN like… the night of their wedding.

They live in a house in a not too big city with two dogs, one cat, one parrot and all the birds that Luciano feeds and names that aren’t actually theirs. Still, they choose the house with two spare rooms because they always talked about having two kids.

In this AU they can buy a nice house and don’t have to worry about money and can raise kids like the world isn’t ending.

I think right after they got married they got in line for adoption. However, everything indicated that it would take a long long time so they started talking about the possibility of trying to have a biological kid. I think luci was the one to suggest it when he noticed martin had been thinking about it but not saying anything for a while.

Lots of boring doctor visits and confused doctors looking at luciano and trying to process it like the dumb cishets they are. Boring exams and all that, but everything is on track eventually, luci pauses his hrt and keeps his jockstrap on the drawer and they’re googling the best positions for fertility on those weird cishet sites and doing it like bunnies etc etc

Getting pregnant the natural way after years of testosterone is not the easiest thing in the world, so it takes a while. But eventually it works.

Both of them are kinda freaking out with this whole first pregnancy thing. Martin is the ultimate protective husband, and spends way too much time on the internet finding out what luciano can and can’t eat, what exercises he should do, and going to every single doctor visit. He’s very committed to it.

Luciano has to drink non-alcoholic beer and hates life. There’s a single teardrop shed every time he buys it. And drinks a lot of lemonade like it’s the same as caipirinha. Poor guy. Martin doesn’t help on that, life isn’t fair, he buys his own beer.

But he also has to drive absurd lengths to find the weirdest fruit or make the most hideous, blasphemous pizza toppings because Luciano is constantly craving absurd shit. But poor baby actually really NEEDS that chicken M&M pizza at 8am.

They’re super proud daddies though, and both their instagrams at this point are just baby belly pictures. Luci had top surgery on this au on my hc so also. Lots of shirtless pics. He looks like an old uncle with a beer belly and he’s PROUD. Just. Baby bellies all over.

Martin picks the entire baby layette. Because of course he does.

Their baby shower is a huge deal though. Their dads are there, Antonio brings an entire trunk filled with diapers and tells everyone how many tincho used to need when he was a baby, Afonso is cooking for everyone and talking about how he’s gonna be a grandfather (!!!). Iracema (pindorama) is scolding Luci about his bad habits while also quietly being a super proud grandma. Zola (angola) bought toys because she knows that’s what kids actually like, Samero (Mozão) keeps asking if they installed all the necessary security stuff in their house – we will, chill, we still have some months to go – Vera (Tomé) is teasing Simão (Timor) about him no longer being the family baby, Fatima (g.bissau) is another one who bought a huge amount of diapers, Rosinha (cabo verde) is taking pictures of everyone and everything, Sebas and Dani are discussing if the kid should speak Portuguese or Spanish, Maria brought a huge pink plushy as a gift, it’s quite a party.

Once they’re late in the pregnancy, Luciano mostly spends his time on Martin’s oversized t-shirts asking for foot rubs and not getting much sleep because the baby keeps moving. Martin on the other hand is a little nervous about being a dad, but absolutely loves feeling the little kicks and talking to the baby all the time, except when its 3am and he wants to sleep but Luci cant because of it so he just does his best to keep him company. He mostly ends up falling asleep on his chest though and doesn’t help much

I wrote all of this but I still don’t have a name for the girl lol Anyway, she’s finally born, and if martin was overprotective when Luciano was pregnant, he’s ten times more with his baby girl. Tbh theyre both kinda going crazy with this whole parenting thing, both are overprotective, tired, and have no idea what theyre doing.

Zola and Sebastian are the girl’s godparents. Sebastian isn’t very good with kids so when he takes care of his niece he either puts on a tv show and lets her eat whatever crap she wants, or relies on Daniel to do the actual taking care, since he is good with kids.

Luciano and Martin are very much neurotic first-timers and have all this schedule of what their girl can eat and when and when she has to sleep etc etc.

When Zola takes care of her, she just ignores it and does it her way. She helped raised Luci since he was a baby anyway, he survived just fine and even married and reproduced, she knows what to do better than both the dumbasses, and they never even find out.

Afonso on the other had follows everything when he’s with his granddaughter, determined to be a better grandfather than he was a father, and the baby loves him so he’s doing a good job.

They’re a very cute family yes yes

She grows up well and happy, a bit shy maybe but very smart and sweet, loves the dogs and her aunts and uncles and granddads (afonso more than antonio though)

By the way, Iracema is soft like butter with her granddaughter.

When she’s about four or five years old they start talking about having a second one, considering the age difference and all. So back to doctors, Luci stops the hrt again and they go back to trying, but again it’s not the easiest thing in the world to do it naturally after years of hrt.

But god listens to the prayers of such good catholic family, and right after they start thinking about a second child, they receive the news they will finally get to adopt a baby.

Luciano is the one to receive the news, he’s working at home when the social worker comes to tell him they can finally adopt. He’s extremely happy, he hugs the poor lady and is barely able to concentrate as she explains the paperwork that is left and the details of it because he can’t stop smiling.

He immediately texts martin saying something like “CALL ME RIGHT NOW WE NEED TO TALK” and it’s in happy caps but martin understands it wrong and thinks someone is dying or dead but then his phone is what dies so he gets home as fast as he can thinking all the worst scenarios just to find luciano jumping on him with a smile for ear to ear. It’s such a shock he takes a while to react but when he does you have two idiots so happy they can’t function.

It’s another girl, she has big brown eyes like her sister and it’s a few months old.

They quickly reassemble the crib and paint the second room to get everything ready in time to take her home, and the next week or so it’s nothing but all the family visiting to meet their new baby.

Since they managed to adopt, they decided to stop trying to have another kid. Luciano goes back to the doctor do some routine exams so that he can go back to testosterone and the doctor just awkwardly explains that, well, that won’t be exactly possible. Not for the next eight months, at least.

He’s quite shocked at that, and takes him a while to tell martin. They just got a new baby and do they even have space to raise three kids? Eventually it just escapes from him and martin is shocked as well, but ultimately both of them are just worried about their place being too small, and once they relax about that they can’t shut up about having another baby on the way to anyone.

Still, it’s not easy to manage, martin is just as worried as he was with their eldest, except that this time he’s simultaneously worried about their new baby and about Luci’s pregnancy. Poor dude needs a break asap. So he’s trying to do most of the work of caring for a little baby to spare luciano from the stress, while also taking care of him as well as he did the other time.

Luci is more chill about being pregnant, he’s done this before, he’s fine. He’s even a little too chill about it, as shown in the art, he still wants to carry their kid on his shoulder and having a few sips of martin’s beer is no big deal and honestly he’s fine, he can help with the baby, and Tincho just needs to relax and it will all be fine.

Again, poor tincho needs a break.

Some things don’t change though. Them being super proud daddies who do nothing but take pictures of their kids and Luci’s belly every chance they get. And they’re really happy and excited to have their house full and this big family.

Just a good cute family AU where nothing bad ever happens thank you very much.  Yet it took me almost 2k words to say it. I have no self control and I’m very sorry. However, if anyone has their own hcs to add about this whole au, I will be more than happy to hear and talk about this AU even more than I’ve already done.

[pizzaintheuk]

About two month ago started a new Sims 4 account which has a Hetalia character as townies. I don’t have all the packs for Sims 4 but I do use a lot of Mods to do this. Most of the house building I found online.

Each household has background and drama which was fun the think about. I have written over 10 pages of notes for this town so enjoy.   

Luper Family

Boris Luper (Bulgaria) - CHILD, VAMPIRE Traits – Cheerful/ Aspiration – Whiz Kid  

Vladimir Luper (Romania) - ADULT, VAMPIRE Traits – Good, Cheerful, Family- Oriented/ Aspiration – Good Vampire

Mai - (Cat) Traits – Affectionate, Clever, Friendly

Vladimir (Vlad) adopted Boris because of his vampire powers

They took Mia in as most people think black cats are unlucky

Vald doesn’t need the money but has a part time job at a coffee shop

Vlad and Arthur have afternoon tea once a month

Vlad wants Boris to be creative so he started playing the violin

Positive atmosphere in the house

Vlad will cook for Boris as he can still eat human food however not very good

Vlad is a good vampire

Vlad hobby is annoying Elizabeta  

Boris talks to Mia when Vlad goes out

Oxenstierna Family  

Berwald Oxenstierna (Sweden) - YOUNG ADULT Traits – Family – Oriented, Bookworm, Perfectionist/ Aspiration – Successful Lineage

Simon Oxenstierna (Denmark) - YOUNG ADULT Traits – Bro, Goofball, Self- Assured/ Aspiration – Fabuluosly Wealthy

Tino Oxenstierna (Finland) - YOUNG ADULT Traits – Good, Goofball, Cheerful/ Aspiration – Soulmate

Lukas Bondevik (Norway) - YOUNG ADULT/MAGIC Traits – Family- Oriented, Love Outdoors, Bookworm/ Aspiration – Purveyor of Polions

Emil Bondevik (Iceland) - TEEN Traits – Gloomy, Loner/ Aspiration - Angling Ace

Charlotte (Dog) Traits – Jumpy, Smart, Independent

Berwald and Tino are married, Simon is in a relationship with Lukas and Emil is Lukas brother.

Berwald and Simon are brothers but 90% they can’t agree to anything which leave them fighting over stupid things. For example TV remote, who cleaning up and food shopping

Simon is a Manager of a top end company, to bad he to lazy to move out.  

Everyone love Charlotte that the dog get the best treats and love.

Emil keep to himself and hide in the bedroom. No one know he seeing someone 😛

Lukas is over protective with Emil

Tino is a stay at home mum so he does most of the cleaning which Lukas help out using magic

Berwald my find it difficult expressing himself with words but he good at writing it down. His works as a writer.

Simon my be a pain but always help out with bills  

Tino take any holiday seriously!

Wang Family  

Yao Wang (China) - ADULT Traits – Materialistic, Family- Oriented, Foodie/ Aspiration – Master Chef

Kiku Wang (Japan) - TEEN Traits – Genious, Geek/ Aspiration – Computer Whiz

Li Xiao Wang (Hong Kong) - TEEN Traits – Creative, Gloomy/ Aspiration – Musical Genius  

Im Yong Wang (South Korea) - CHILD Traits – Goofball/ Aspiration – Artistic Prodigy

Lin Yi Wang (Taiwan) Traits – Cheerful/ Aspiration – Rambunctious

Pochi (Dog) Traits – Loyal, Smart, Adventurous  

Yao work as a Chef  

Lin Yi wanted a dog for a very long time so Yao after work went and bought a dog so she can shut up.  

Yao favourite is Kiku because of his talent this make Li Xi jealous.  

Yao too old to deal with drama.

Every meal everyone must come to the table and sit together as a family

Lin Yi and Im Yong are trouble maker when bored.

Kiku goes to see Alfred for game night

Lin Yi love flowers  

Li Xiao goes to Emil for emotional support

Yao helps other household with meals

Belischmidt Family  

Gilbert Belischmidt (Prussia) - ADULT Traits – Family –Oriented, Self- Assured, Dog Lover/ Aspiration – Friend of the Animals

Ludwig Belischmidt (German) - TEEN Traits – Active, Bookworm/ Aspiration –Academic

Aster (Dog) Traits – Smart, Couch Potato, Friendly

Blockie (Dog) Traits – Adventurous, Active, Independent

Berlitz (Dog) Traits – Sleuth, Couch Potato, Friendly  

Gilbert work as a manual laborer great at his job and the people love him

Francis or Antonio will walk into the house at random times

All dogs are well behaviour and won't hurt anybody

Ludwig can be shy when near to Feliciano

Every Sunday they have a father and son time which include playing football or watch TV

Gilbert is trying to give up drinking because one time he got so drunk Ludwig had to help him get home.

Gilbert and Elizabeta are rivals with who can do the most push ups  

Ludwig very close to his dad will ask about anything

Gilbert want more dogs in the future

Ludwig need to relax than worry what other people will think about him 

Edelstein Family  

Roderick Edelstein (Austria) - ADULT Traits – Snob, Lazy, Music Lover/ Aspiration – Musical Genius  

Elizabeta Edelstein (Hungary) - ADULT Traits – Active, Good, Cat Lover/ Aspiration – Bodybuilder

Feliciano Edelstein (North Italy) - TEEN Traits – Creative, Art Lover/ Aspiration – Painter Extraordinaire  

Buffi (Cat) Traits – Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy

Roderick work as a professional pianist

Elizabeta is a stay at home mum but gets bored so she goes to the gym or babysit other children round the area

Felliciano has a twin brother (Lovino) but got kick out over a disagreement with the father

Elizabeta still upset about Lovino but Roderick won't speak to him

Elizabeta and Feliciano cook together  

Buffi is the best hot water bottle  

Roderick will drop dead if he has to clean  

Feliciano spend 65% of the time napping

You can tell what mood Roderick by the way he plays on the piano

There is always music playing in the house

Carriedo Family  

Antonio Carriedo (Spain) – ADULT Traits – Childish, Music Lover, Clumsy /Aspiration - Freelance Botanist

Lovino Edelstein (South Italy)- TEEN Traits – Hot-Headed, Loner/ Aspiration – Master Chef

Antonio is a part-time gardener

Lovino ran away because of an argument with his dad. He doesn’t talk about it but grateful Antonio support him.

Antonio is an old friend of the Edelstein family that why Lovino know him

Antonio is very patient with Lovino

Lovino really miss spending time with his brother

Lovino gets jealous when Antonio goes out with Gilbert or Francis  

Lovino like his own space but does get lonely

Antonio just wants everyone to be happy and will do anything to help them

Tomato solve everything  

Lovino is angry with everything including himself

Branginsky Family  

Katyusha Branginsky (Ukraine) – YOUNG ADULT Traits – Clumsy, Family- Oriented, Neat/ Aspiration – Successful Lincage

Natalia Branginsky (Belarus) - CHILD/MAGIC Traits – Mean/ Aspiration – Whiz Kid

Ivan Branginsky (Russia) - TEEN Traits – Borderline Personality Disorder, Shy/ Aspiration – Big Happy Family

Katyusha work at a coffee shop, she tries to be the older sister but is ashamed about how little money they have

Very poor but they get by

Natalia has a ghost friend that she talk to at night

Ivan want friends doesn’t know how to do it without freaking people or say something weird

Natalia is slowly making friends

Katyusha gets worried when Ivan doesn’t want to leave his bedroom

Ivan will knit anything  

Yao will come by with food

Something always breaks in the house

Natalia is scary when she angry

(Will Upload image soon!!!!!)

Zwingli Family  

Basch Zwingli (Switzerland) - ADULT Traits – Family- Oriented, Loner, Perfectionst/ Aspiration – Successful Lineage

Eva Zwingli (Liechtenstein) - CHILD Traits – Good/ Aspiration – Artistic Prodigy  

Basch is Eva father  

Basch is the chief of the town

Basch double check people background (doesn’t trust no one)

Eva doesn’t have a bad bone in her body  

Elizabeta babysits Eva when Basch is busy working

Basch and Roderick are old friends  

If anyone upset Eva expect Basch to threaten them with his gun

Eva love drawing pictures of Basch looking happy  

Eva is really good friends with Natatia  

Basch never talks about his job

Kirkland Family  

Arthur Kirkland (England) - ADULT/MAGIC Traits – Hot-Headed, Bookworm, Snob/ Aspiration – Spellcraft + Sorcery

Alfred Kirkland (America) - TEEN Traits – Active, Goofball/ Aspiration – Leader of the Pack

Arthur work as a teacher  

Arthur is Alfred father  

Arthur is divorced to Francis. One night at a pub he saw Francis flirting with someone else. They spilt everything which including Alfred and Matthew.

Arthur not happy with Alfred tattoo even though he got a big tattoo on his arm when he was young

Alfred wants to be everyone friends and try to fix everyone problems which can make the issue a lot worst

Alfred doesn’t like Ivan because Ivan knows how insecure Alfred is with himself (doesn’t like rejection)

Arthur can’t cook but his magic can fix that

At times when they have a heated argument Arthur wish he had Matthew instead of Alfred

Alfred will make a cup of tea for Arthur before telling bad news (example bad report in school)

Alfred spend most of his time gaming or going out 

Bonnefoy Family  

Francis Bonnefoy (France) - ADULT Traits – Art Lover, Foodie, Romantic/ Aspiration – Soulmate

Matthew Bonnefoy (Canada) - TEEN Traits – Shy, Cheerful/ Aspiration – Bestselling Author  

Francis works as a celebrity chef  

Very close with Matthew will cook together

Alfred comes in after a big argument with his dad. Francis will reason that Arthur doesn’t mean what he says and love him no matter what

People who are not Francis, Alfred or Arthur will forget about Matthew  

Matthew start getting knitting gifts but doesn’t know who it’s from

Francis is back on the dating game but still thinks about Arthur and wants to give it another go

Matthew is never stress  

Arthur calls Matthew once a week to check up on him  

Francis regrets that night and tries to hide his emotion in front of Matthew and friends

Francis love his food however looking good is more important  

I also made clubs for everyone because I am THAT bored 😊

Freedom  - Party till they drop/ Having a great time/ Good vibes/ Away from family drama and life  

Gym  - To keep fit/ Started out with Simon and Berwald/ No drama or Basch will get involve/ Gilbert behave in the gym and it help him stop drinking  

Lets Party - Old friends meeting together/ All trying to get a date but end up getting drunk and gossiping all night/ Antonio end up paying for everyone drinks  

Playtime - Yao set up a play date so it keeps Im Yong and Lin Yin in line. That was a mistake/ Everyone friendly/ They love watching Pokemon/ If someone upset they help one another

      'Ohana' means 'family. ' 'Family' means 'no one gets left behind”

I hope people like this stupid project now I’m heading to the kitchen to drink my problems away 😛

#hetalia #hetalia sims #sims 4 #bored to death

[jenifersaturn]

Loyalty (has always been a flimsy thing)

Lovino’s eyes are closing. The wound is too deep, and the blood is flowing slowly from his torso. He holds back tears of pain and makes sure to stay as silent as possible. The gun feels heavy in his hand and his grip is still strong even through the blood loss. He is ready to shoot anybody that dares to approach before the help Antonio is sending him arrives. He doesn’t even know if that help will arrive, much less if it will arrive on time. He can only hope by this point.

The world seems blurry and his head is hazy. Securing the cloth he is using to stop the blood from leaving his body he lets out a hiss of pain. It hurts so much, so fucking much. He wishes the pain just ended but refuses to give in to the exhaustion and the need to just take a nap. A little voice in his head whispers to him that a little short nap never hurt anyone in the past. He tries his best to ignore it.

He is almost at the brink of falling asleep- dying, he is almost at the brink of dying when he hears a noise in the distance. He doesn’t know whether it is from a friend or from a foe, so he grips his gun and raises it, pointing it to the doorway in front of him. His head quickly whips to the left alongside his hand, pointing at the left of the room where another doorway stands.

The man that stands there is significantly handsome, with spiky and quite unnatural blond hair. He just looks at him, as surprised as he is; it takes him no longer than three seconds to remember who he is. That the man is not just a stranger. He still has a firm grip of the gun, but he doesn’t want to shoot.

“Ma-Mathias”, the man’s name comes out forcefully from his lips. He can barely breathe nor talk without feeling the blood rising through his throat and he is probably going to die today but he doesn’t want to die like this oh god just save him and it hurts like hell.

Matthias looks at him noticing the wound. The moment the man steps forward Lovino moves the gun if only a little, making a garbled sound of warning. They are enemies, and Lovino isn’t letting him get near him.

“Lovino, hey. I’m not- I am not going to harm you in any way. Look, that’s- that’s a lot of blood”, even Mathias looks unsure about what he is about to do. “Please, let me help you. I know we are on different sides but I owe you my life and you’re my friend.”

He isn’t that convinced, but if he doesn’t receive help soon he is most definitely going to die. He doesn’t want to die, so he slowly lowers the gun.

“Good”, Mathias says as he approaches him.

The blond man lowers himself to his knees, taking out a medical kit from one of his many pockets. Lovino can’t help but feel immensely grateful when Mathias stabs him with morphine, because the pain had been hellish. He rapidly relaxes as he feels expert hands working on his wound, having already cut the cloth around it. It stings a bit, but even then the only thing he truly feels is how cold the needle is.

It seems Mathias isn’t happy about him relaxing, because just when he is about to give in to sleep the man slaps his face gently.

“Hey, Vino. How have you been lately?”

The question barely registers, and he takes a few seconds to answer it. “M’fine, have been better”. And he has been better. Right now he just feels drowsy, and sleep seems like the best option. He knows that he shouldn’t, he could die, but he is exhausted and sleeping seems so important right now.

“How’s it been going with Antonio?”, because if Mathias remembered it right, Lovino and Antonio were dating.

“A’stupid a’sever, I love ‘im though”, he tries to answer as clearly as he can, but it comes out more rushed that he thought it would.

Mathias’ hands suddenly stop moving as they grab the scissors and cut the string connecting to the needle. He winces at how weird it is to feel the string move through his skin, but relaxes again in less than five seconds. He tries to look at Mathias as well as he can, because his head is pounding, and the walls are moving.

“Thank you.” No more words are needed. Mathias nods and then stands up, fast, and begins to leave.

He stops at the doorway to the left.

“It was nice to see you again, let’s hope we can meet again in different circumstances”, there is longing in Mathias voice and he can’t help but agree.

He wants to reunite with his friends again, regardless of which side they’re on, and eat Mr. Zwingly’s chocolate as Mr. Edelstein discusses with them how annoying some musicians he knows are. He imagines Matthew having arguments with Yao over the slightest thing, while Alfred spends time with Arthur preventing him from even approaching the kitchen. Ivan would be seated next to Gilbert on the couch as the latter tells his brother Ludwig and Feliciano about his latest endeavors. Mathias would brag about his latest hits to Tino, Emil, Berwald and Lukas while Kiku spends his time cuddling with Heracles as he talks to Sadiq and Gupta about politics. Lovino would be with Antonio whining about the loudness of the reunion before going to the kitchen to start preparing food. Ferdinand would be there too, with João at his side. Vladimir would arrive only once Feliks and Toris arrived themselves. Raivis and Eduard would arrive together, yelling at each other but eventually getting drunk enough to declare their undying brotherhood to anyone and everyone who would listen.

But Lovino knows war isn’t fair, and even in his fantasies he thinks about the fact that not everyone will get out of this war alive. That they are not that lucky. Have never been that lucky. In the foggines of his mind he remembers his twin brother’s words of despair, uttered in that horrible mansion with no sense of time and space, about how daunting everything truly is. About how meaningless things can be sometimes. That he doesn’t understand how wars can be fought when there’s obviously more important things to fight for. Lovino agrees.

As he hears the faint sound of footsteps and someone he is sure is shouting his name, the world finally goes dark.

Mathias doesn’t know what he just did. He had been about to sneak into the enemy camp when he saw Lovino, weak, defenseless, bleeding and potentially dying. He had to help him. He knew he shouldn’t have, he wasn’t stupid. Romano Vargas was in their kill-on-sight list thanks to his uncanny abilities to kill people with their own weapons. Personally, he thinks it suits the italian: using his enemies’ own weapons to kill them seems like the sort of poetic justice bullshit Lovino would love. The thing is, he had hoped nobody saw him. When it came to traitors and treating enemy soldiers they had strict rules.

Mathias doesn’t want to be executed. He might be a high ranking soldier, an Oberst, but he isn’t as ready to die for his country as others. Defending his people to death is definitely one of his goals, but he does it for the people themselves, not his land. He isn’t that patriotic. The blond doesn’t really believe he would be able to live knowing he let one of his oldest friends die from blood loss, especially knowing he could have been able to prevent it.

Now he wishes he knew how to explain this to the familiar finnish man pointing a shotgun against his head.

“Nice going there, Den” the sneer in Tino’s voice is clear. They had never gotten along and they wouldn’t even try to see each other's faces if they could help it, but they were ordered to work together and Tino is dating Mathias’ brother so they can’t really do anything about it. “Do we have a tiny rat in our ranks?”

He swallows, “Look, Tino, it isn’t what it looks like-” the cold feeling of the shotgun against his head makes it somewhat harder to speak.

“I didn’t see you healing our enemy? Nursing him back to health?” and Tino sounds so judgemental. “He might be our friend, but we are in a war, Oberst Kohler! A war! We got no time to go around helping the men that are helping to massacrate our soldiers, our people!”

“But it was Lovino! It wasn’t just a random man! It was our friend, someone we spent hours, days, weeks,and years alongside with!” Mathias takes a deep breath, because he is this close to having a panic attack. “Vino saved our lives dozens of times, I am just… returning the favor. This is the last time I do this, Tino, I promise. Please, please, don’t tell anybody. I am no traitor, please.”

Mathias can’t help it and his voice breaks towards the end of the sentence, but the pressure of the shotgun against his head disappears and when he looks at Tino the man looks conflicted, resigned and his eyes adopt the softened look that is mostly reserved for Berwald, Lukas and Emil. Tino lets out a sigh before the hardened sharp look is back.

“Just this once, Mathias. If I see you doing something so stupid again, I won’t doubt it. Not even once.”

“I know.” The words leave his lips softly and weakly, a murmur that he knows Tino barely catches.

They leave a bitter aftertaste, because Mathias knows in a deep part of his heart that if the occasion arises again, he will help with no doubt.

He realizes something in that moment, and it is that despite the fact that he is one of the best fighters from their mismatched group of friends, he wasn’t made for war. He isn’t strong enough for it. Perhaps none of them were, he reflects, maybe they just had different reasons and that helped them fight. Mathias just wants to go home alongside Lukas, and he can only wonder what Tino wants as he looks at his stoic figure walking across the field (and Mathias knows that beyond that stoic exterior Tino is just a soft sappy idiot). 

He takes a deep breath and the exhales. He grabs his gun close to his chest before continuing scouting, decidedly ignoring what Lovino’s presence means.

(He hears the shots and goes running back to his camp and they have to move further back because somehow the Spanish forces managed to ambush them. He feels bad for the dead, and he can feel Tino’s judging gaze, but Mathias decidedly ignores all of it and tries to help as much as he still can).

Lovino wakes in the morning, two days later. He feels sore, has a headache, his torso still hurts a fucking lot, and he can barely open his eyes without hissing like a goddamn cat. He is half pressed to blame Antonio for this, but he resolves that maybe it is not the best time, and that Antonio technically didn’t have anything to do with it. Still, he wants to blame someone, and the man who did it is already dead.

He blames (and thanks) Mathias, for nursing him back to health. The field medic doesn’t even let him sit up, which irritates the hell outta him, and the fact that he hasn’t seen Antonio since he woke up worsens his mood. He tries to take deep breaths, no need to explode at an innocent soldato’s face.

The moment Antonio crosses the door Lovino opens his mouth to say something insulting but interrupts himself after noticing the blood in the other’s uniform. His worried eyes quickly turn to scan his fiancè’s body, noticing Antonio fiddling with the hem of his uniform, but no injuries are in sight. Antonio is just as worried as he is. 

“Come, tomato jerk, give a goddamn hug before I change my mind” he says, already seated, as he extends his hand to him. Antonio doesn’t even doubt it and he suddenly has his arms full of a Spanish man. The emerald eyed man is obviously trying not to mess up with his injuries, and Lovino readjusts his posture slightly so his lover doesn’t hurt him accidentally. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“I thought you’d die. The moment I kneeled there, in front of you, and held your hand. When you told me to go on without you, that you were going to be fine and that you only needed a gun...” Antonio lets out a sob, muffled by Lovino’s neck. “It felt like a goodbye. I thought when I came back you would be dead and the medic would arrive too late, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

There is desperation lacing tomato jerk’s cracked words as he goes on, so Lovino hugs him tighter and murmurs reassuring words to him to try and calm him down, and when that doesn’t completely work he interrupts him.

“Toni, per favore, listen to me. Common mio amore, listen to me.” His italian accent becomes more marked, and Antonio stops talking completely, panting slightly. “I’m alive, and here, and at your side. I won’t leave in a very fucking long time and you’ll be so done with me that in our next life you’ll hate me. You can’t get rid of me that easily, tomato jerk. Never.”

“I’d never hate you, Vino. Never.” Antonio slowly lets go, standing up and wiping off his tears. “The medic says you’ll be able to fight again in about two weeks. He says he can’t give you longer since we have a deadline to get back this sector, but you may rest meanwhile. I do have a question, though.”

“I don’t know whether to be happy to get permission to do no shit, or be angry that I am bound to a fucking bed for two damn weeks. Whatever, ask away.” As there is no one there but his fiance he decides he is still childish enough to lay down and bury his face in his pillow in an act of pettiness.

“When the field medic got there you were already treated. He has asked around the camp but it seems it wasn’t one of them. Would you be able to name who did it?” Antonio asks, tilting his head in curiosity. 

He is fucking adorable, Lovino aggressively decides.

He wonders a bit, and even entertains the thought of telling Antonio the truth but ultimately puts it aside. Knowing Mathias saved him would probably affect Antonio’s efficiency in the field if they go against him again.

“Way too hazy, I remember little about it, I do remember he was blond, but that’s all. He asked me questions, to keep me awake. I think I ended up talking about you at some point?” He answers, making sure to hesitate a little. Lovino knows how to lie well, he had to learn when he was a child. But Antonio usually knows when he is lying.

“I’ll ask around then, coulda been one of the members of the 158th Regiment, since they’ve been around patrolling” the Spanish man thinks out loud before zeroing his eyes in the Italian. “I’m glad you’re alive”, he mutters softly.

“Me too.” And Lovino can only remember the times in which he would have answered with a I’m not. “Me too, Toni. Me too. I am happy you’re here.”

“By your side? Always.”

#timethatbindsustogether #aph south italy #aph romano #hws romano #hws south italy #aph spamano #aph spain #hws spain #hws spamano #aph denmark #hws denmark #aph finland #hws finland #lovino romano vargas #war au #i should write nice things #but i wont #cause i cant #maybe i can? #i'll try to write fluff someday

[turtle-steverogers]

Not Guilty- 2

murder mystery’s back! im having too much fun with this story guys

Link to chap 1 in case you need it

warnings: albert being a human disaster, abuse of the word ‘milk’

ship: ralbert, platonic spalbert

word count: 1680

editing: lmaoooo no

Chap 2

When Albert gets to the precinct the next morning, he’s wary to find a wrapped parcel on his desk that looks suspiciously like a sandwich.  He pokes at it, frowning when he sees a singular smiley face drawn on the underside in black sharpie.

 “Hey, uh, Spot?” He calls, looking up when he hears his partner’s chair roll out from his desk and subsequently poke his head around the low wooden wall that separates their cubicles.

“Yes, honeycakes?” Spot’s expression is the face of innocence and Albert’s stomach churns.

“Did you-” He stumbles, gesturing to the presumed sandwich, “Is this for me?”

“It’s on your desk, isn’t it?” Spot smiles, rolling back into his cubicle.

Albert sighs, taking off his messenger bag and jacket and sitting heavily in his desk chair.  He cautiously unwraps the white paper to find a loaded meatball sub sitting in the middle of a napkin.  There’s a sticky note placed delicately on the fluffy white bread and Albert plucks it up, squinting at the words:

Sorry you didn’t finish your sandwich xoxo Spottie

He laughs probably too loud and sticks the sticky note on his desktop, right next to the note from Jack that reads: ‘I’m sorry for stealing your pants, I had brains on mine’ after Jack had taken his extra pair of slacks from his locker when his got spoiled at a crime scene.

He takes a bite of the sandwich, pleased to find that he can still stomach his favorite Gianno’s special after yesterday’s events.  As he chews, careful not to get any tomato sauce on his shirt, he plucks a sticky note from his own pad and scrawls out: Thanks, Pop Spotcket.  Love u, dear xoxo and tosses it over to Spot.

A moment later, Spot snorts indignantly, “‘Pop Spotcket’? Really? Does anyone actually use those anymore?  The only person I know who has one is my niece and she’s eleven.”

Albert rolls his chair so he’s in Spot’s cubicle, sandwich still in hand, “I have one, asshole.  They’re useful.  Anyway, thanks for the sandwich.  How’s it looking at Gianno’s?”

Spot sighs wearily, placing a stack of papers down and turning from his computer to look at Albert, “Eh.  They’re closed today.  I stopped by this morning to pick up some evidence left at the crime scene and one of the waiters asked if I wanted anything and I remembered that you didn’t get to finish your lunch yesterday so…”

“Thanks, man,” Albert says, mouth full.  Spot wrinkles his nose and tells him not to speak with food in his mouth.  Albert rolls his eyes, “Anyway, evidence?  What’s new?”

“Nothing really,” Spot says, “Just Wiesel’s receipt from his last meal.  Wasn’t really much on it, but it gave us a sure timestamp that lines up with our original record, so at least that’s set.”

“Good,” Albert shoves the last bit of sandwich into his mouth, licking his fingers.

“Yeah.  Saw our boy there, though.”

Albert raises his eyebrows, “Higgins?”

“Mhm.”

“How’s he?”

Spot shrugs, “Didn’t talk to him.  Kid looked like shit.  Well, more shitty than yesterday if that’s somehow possible.  Kept sending cute little glares my way, fucking ray of sunshine, that one.”

“Christ,” Albert grimaces, “I’m convinced he’s a player in this debacle somehow.  I mean, he seemed genuinely surprised when he found out the vic was Wiesel, but too many strings lead to connections on his end.”

“Yeah,” Spot agrees, “I dunno, I say we dig a little into Wiesel’s other relations as well.  I feel like there’s a gap here somewhere.”

“Toxicology came back,” Albert says after a pause.

Spot looks at him, eyebrows raised, “And?”

“Sarin poison in the blood.  Stab wounds were post-mortem.  Someone wanted this shit to look messier than it is.”

“Interesting.  I wonder who’d go through the trouble of poisoning, then following up with a physical attack.  ‘Specially in a public place.  S’kinda risky.”

“That’s what I was thinking, but whoever it was, clearly knew what they were doing.”

“Clearly…”

XXX

Albert never understood why there was such a wide variety of milks in the world.  And why, in this moment, he can’t find any simple fucking 2%.  

He scans over the selection again, bypassing the almond and oat milks and skimming over the fritzy lactose free shit.  There’s strawberry milk and chocolate milk on display and even horrifyingly enough, mint milk, but no fucking 2%.  It’s not even like this fucking bodega is big enough to warrant having so many milks. 

He just wants some damn normal person milk!

“Excuse me, detective.” 

Albert doesn’t startle.  He doesn’t.  He’s a trained law enforcement officer and detective.  People like him don’t fucking startle.  But, he is on high, professional alert when he turns around to see Antonio Fucking Higgins standing behind him, eyebrows raised in what’s probably amusement and hands shoved in his pockets.

Albert makes a strangled noise, eyes working on their own accord as they trail down Higgins’ body.  He’s sweaty, looking like he just came from some sort of workout, and a pair of tight adidas running pants hug his legs in all the right places.  He’s in a tank top today, somehow doing his arms more justice than the grey shirt he’d been wearing yesterday.  A hat sits backwards on his head, doing little to tame the curls that are trying to sneak out of the stupid hole where the strap meets the fabric.  He looks hot and it’s unfair and Albert’s never been ashamed of his sexuality, but right now he’s wishing that he could reign in his gay ass a little bit because aside from the fact that Higgins is a bit of a prick, he’s also a suspect and that’s, like, number one in the Book of Nope for cops of any kind.

Higgins is still looking at him, but now there’s a small crease of concern between his eyebrows, “You alright, man?” He asks, “You look kinda like you’re having a heart attack.  Do you have any chest pain?  Your left arm feel numb at all?”

Albert shakes himself, morphing his expression into something he hopes looks less like Gay Panic, “Yeah, sorry, I-” He splutters a bit, then shuts his mouth with a click.  

Higgins scoffs, “I just need milk, man, you mind?”

Albert starts, hastily stepping out from where he was definitely blocking the milk selection and watching as Race grabs a carton of-- fucking 2%.  How did he find it so fast?  How did Albert not see it?  He’s supposed to be the one trained to look for details others don’t see!

Trying not to flush, Albert reaches out and grabs a carton as well and Higgins looks at him again, laughing, “You were standing here for a long time, dude, I thought you were gonna murder the milk for a second.”

“Couldn’t find the 2%.” Albert mumbles, blushing harder when Higgins laughs louder.

“Real good reconnaissance there, detective.”

When Higgins is laughing, his face changes into something a whole lot more pleasant.  Not that it was ever unpleasant (the dude’s got a jawline of a god), but some of the hardness in his eyes and shadows on his face go away and for just a second, he looks like the 25 year old he’s supposed to be.  It’s nice, Albert thinks, ignoring the way alarm bells are going off in his head.

“Shut up, Higgins, I’m tired.  Some of us have to read about murders all day, so excuse me if my milk finding skills aren’t the most refined.”

Higgins’ face softens and the smile in his eyes turns into something else that Albert doesn’t want to dissect, “Race.”

“What?”

“Higgins is my dad, not me.  And I don’t like the name Antonio very much, so if we’re gonna be talking more, be it over murder or milk, call me Race.”

“Race?”

Higgins--Race--winks, “That’s a story for level five amici.”

“Oh, okay.”

They pause for a moment and even though Albert’s not drunk, his inhibitions seem to flutter away from him against his will as he blurts out, “Drinks sometime? Would- uh- would you wanna get drinks sometime?”

And fuck-fuck- SHIT- what are you doing Dasilva? What the fuck?

Race considers him for a moment, “Not that I wouldn’t hit that,” he nods to Albert’s body and Albert flushes.  Damnit with the flushing!  He’s 26, not some flouncy high schooler, “But I don’t think that’s a good idea, detective.”

Albert nods, “No, yeah, honestly I don’t know why I asked- uh-”

“Relax, don’t have an aneurysm, it’s okay.  I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now.”

“No no, you’re right.  Absolutely.”

There’s another pause, then Race smiles apologetically, “I gotta go get the rest of my groceries.  Take care.”

Albert cringes internally at how fucking painfully awkward this exchange has been, “You too,” he says, watching Race retreat to the wine aisle.  He takes another moment to gather himself, then goes to the checkout line.

XXX

Albert turns up the volume on his TV, pleased with the quiet solitude of his apartment for the night.  He doesn’t love living alone, but it’s been a long couple days and he’s been looking forward to a night to himself since he’d woken up that morning.  Just him, some thai, and the Animal Planet playing reruns of ‘It’s Me or the Dog’ all night.  Fucking self care.

He’s just yelling at some dog owner on the TV for feeding his pug 24 eggs a day and watching as Victoria Stilwell chews out the greasy fucker when his phone rings on the coffee table in front of him. 

Groaning, Albert mutes the show and chugs down a few sips of beer, before picking up the phone and answering with an annoyed, “Someone better be dying.”

There’s silence on the other end and Albert pulls the phone away from his ear to check the caller ID.  It’s Spot.  Shit, someone might actually be dying.”

“Spot?  Everything okay?”

Spot sounds sheepish when he says, “Well no one’s dying, technically…”

“But…”

“There was another murder.”

“Shit.”

-

Race went straight home after the bodega, right? RIGHT!??!? stay tuned ;)

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[britt-tay-nilsen]

- - United we stand ---

ch.3- Triple dates are the best dates -- After about an hour of just cuddling and relaxing with Jayden Antonio heard Mia call his and Emily's names. "I'll be back" he told Jayden who all he did in response was nod. Walking down the hallway he saw Emily already with Mia in the livingroom. "Whats up" he asked sitting on the couch, his eyes flickering between the two girls. "I need your help convincing Kevin, Mike and Jayden to go on a triple date" Mia explained. "Oh triple dates are the best dates, im in" Emily exclaimed and Mia nodded with a wide smile and turned to Antonio "so are you in" she asked. Now both of the girls were staring at him hopeful and pleading. "Fine" he sighed knowing either way he would lose this battle. Though he couldnt deny the idea of a triple date was kinda nice. The two girls cheered excitedly and the yellow, pink and gold samurais embraced before going back to there rooms to tell there boyfriends. "Hey" Jayden said when Antonio reentered the room "what was that about." "Mia and Emily want to have a triple date tonight" Antonio said . "Triple date" Jayden asked thoroughy confused Antonio rolled his eyes "yes a triple date, you know like a date but instead of one or two couples in this case its three, a triple date" he explained. Jayden glared at his boyfriend "I know what it means, I mean why" Antonio shrugged "I dont know, the girls wanted to do it". Jayden sighed "Ofcourse they do and ofcourse its going to happen because Mike and Kevin are love sick idiots" he said. Antonio gave him an unimpressed look "and your not" he asked cocking an eyebrow. Jayden opened his mouth before shutting it "shut up" was his only response causing Antonio to burst into laughter. "So thats a yes" he asked when he finally stopped laughing. "Its going to happen no matter what I say isnt it" he asked "yup" Antonio said popping the p. "Then yah sure why not" he sighed defeated. Antonio both internally and externally cheered, that was easier than he expected. "Thanks Jay youre the best" he said causing the red ranger to roll his eyes though he couldnt hide his smile "yah yah I know" he muttered and opened his arms when his boyfriend came flying to him.

"Please please please please please" Emily begged with her hands clasped together and eyes squeezed tight. Mike let out a defeated sigh, he could never stand against Emily for long. It was a surprise that he managed for as long as he did "fine" he froaned throwing his head back. Emily squeeled and threw her arms around her boyfriends neck. "Thank you Mike I love you" she exclaimed pressing kisses all over his face and neck. "Em Im warning you if you dont stop that we wont be leaving the bedroom" warned holding her tightly against his body making her squeal again. "Mike " Emily giggled trying to squirm away from his lips on her neck. Finally Mike released her giving her room to run and she did with Mike hot on her trail. "Get back here" Mike screamed as he chased her, they continued on this way intill it was time for the date. Mike found himself sitting with Jayden and Kevin in the livingroom as they waited for there girlfriends and boyfriend in Jayden's case. The girls insisted that since Antonio helped them with the plan so he should get ready with them, though he did express his discomfort he still agreed. Finally Mike let out a groan "how much longer are they gonna take" he asked making kevin chuckle "Your acting like you just met them" he smirked when he rolled his eyes. Jayden completley ignored the banter and sighed "poor Antonio" he sighed "I cant even think about what Mia and Emily are doing to him right now". Kevin and Mike turned to stare at him in silence before Mike spoke up "dude if Antonio was in trouble he coild escape or we would hear something. Plus Emily and Mia wouldnt go to far you know that" he said. Jayden sighed and looked in the direction of the room knowing Mike was right. After finally finishing getting ready and forcing Antonio into the outfit they chose for him. Emily walked out of the room with Mia and Antonio coming out behind her. Kevin and Mike were laughing at something nut stopped when they saw the girls, they stared in shock. "Wow Em" Mike whispered making her blush. "Alright were all ready lets go" Jayden annonced making Emily look at her older brother before the six of them headed out. They decided to go to the movies which would be a nice start. It was a horror movie that Mike and Kevin had chosen mostly so there girlfriends would cling to them which they did. And Antonio and Jayden decided to just go along with it though it didnt really concern them. When the movie was over the rangers walked out chatting about the pros and cons of the plot and the parts that didnt really make any sense. "It just didnt seem like something that would actually happen" Emily commented making Mike chuckle and tighten his grip on her with a smile. "Its not supposed to be realistic babe" he said. The six continued to chat about different things while they walked. They were supposed to also go out to dinner which they did and filled themselves to the brim with good food and tasty drinks. All six of them had a great night and it was something that all of them wanted to do again even Jayden. After all thriple dates were the best dates. -----

[jastenes-league-unlimited]

Satisfy Your Cravings at Tagaytay: A 3-Day Stress-Free Vacation

Tagaytay is well known for its cool climate, refreshing sights, and various restos. But do you really know where to go first when your tummy is calling you for hunger? After all, one of the hardest questions to answer right now is “Saan tayo kakain?” especially in a beautiful place like Tagaytay.

Its boundless locality will show you these "Im-so-hangry-where-to-eat" gazetteer from day 1 to day 3 of your “self-day”. If you’re on the road or just on “Its-my-birthday” moments, you must try it with a “I-will-comfort-you” food. (See it for yourself.)

Day 1

Breakfast

*Where: Bag of Beans (115 Aguinaldo Highway, Mendez Crossing West, Silang Junction South, Tagaytay, Cavite)

Meal: Breakfast Sampler (served with two eggs, bacon strips, pork sausage, ham, hash browns & two buttermilk pancakes)

Drink: Bottomless House Blend or Barako Coffee (from 135 – 150 pesos)

Snack: Apple Pie ala Mode

Feel at home with this cozy ambiance as mini gazebo seats warmth you with comfortable and nature-themed cafe. Enjoy their large-served meals and you must also try their pastries and bread.

Lunch *Where: Mahogany Market (Mahogany Ave, Tagaytay, Cavite)

Meal: Bulalo Drink: Buko juice or better Water. And more water. Snack: Fried Tawilis Tagaytay trip is not complete without having an authentic and the best Bulalo here. Reward yourself with “free” señorita banana and why not try having a coffee and buy some pack of pinipig and let it soft and eat it like cereal? Either you will like it or you’ll feel weird.

Dinner *Where: Dreamland Arts and Crafts Café (Purok 157 Calamba Road, Tagaytay, Cavite) Meal: IndieGo (Rice served with Indie wings, crispy mojos, and 3M’s) Drink: Mint Strawberry Lemonade Snack: Arista’s Matcha Jenga You can’t let your phone stay in your pocket when you’re inside this bohemian, hippie and tropical feels ambiance. This Instagram-worthy cafe can also teach you how to make crafty dream catcher, bracelet, anklet and earings here. You can also play table-top games with your squad here like jengga, scrabble, UNO cards, sungka, etc. They also offer room for a day ranging from 2,000-3,500. Just choose between Tiki Dreams, Hippie Dreams, or Beach Dreams.

Day 2

Breakfast *Where: Mushroom Burger (Tagaytay - Nasugbu Hwy, Kaybagal South, Tagaytay, Cavite) Meal: Rice Bowl (served with Main Dish, Adobo Egg and add Mushroom Soup) Drink: Pepsi, Sago’t Gulaman, or Smoothie Snack: Mushroom Sandwich with Fries It’s just along the highway so you can easily access this unique fast food chain which is selling burgers that’s made in different kinds of mushrooms. You can also try their Lomi.

Lunch *Where: Balay Dako (Tagaytay - Nasugbu Hwy, Tagaytay, Cavite) Meal: Kare-Kare Klasik (good for 4-5 persons; made special with ox tail, tripe, and knuckles stewed with puree peanut sauce) Drink: Ginumis (Layers of tapioca pearls, gelatin cubes and roasted rice flakes) Snack: Puto Bumbong Enjoy the view of Taal Volcano and Taal Lake with this modern colonial “big house” (English of Balay Dako from Visayan language) and owe yourself for its refreshment feels. You can also go home with preserved fish in olive oil in a bottle or give it to an overseas Filipino worker close to your heart.

Dinner *Where: Antonio’s Garden (Purok 138, Barangay Neogan, Luksuhin-Mangas Road, Alfonso, Tagaytay City, Cavite) Meal: Mayura Tomahawk Steak Drink: Pint of Beer (240 php approx) Snack: House Salad This almost perfect restaurant is known for its quiet and intimate ambiance. Foods are little bit pricey but its all worth-it because of the delightful dishes served. They’re also long-familiar because of their ice cream. Try it to find out why.

Day 3

Breakfast *Where: Josephine Restaurant (Km. 58, General E Aguinaldo Highway, Maharlika West, Tagaytay City, 4120 Cavite) Meal: Breakfast Buffet (One of their famous dish is the Ox Kare-kare and Sinampalukang manok) Drink: Chamomile Tea Snack: Vietnamese Spring Rolls The place is broad and brilliant. Refresh yourself with the overview of Taal Volcano. For the food, you can also try their crispy kangkong.

Lunch *Where: Tsokolateria (The Boutique Bed & Breakfast, 45 Emilio Aguinaldo Hwy, Silang Junction South, Tagaytay, Cavite) Meal: Smoked Bangus, Danggit Chicharon & Garlic Cacao (infused with cacao) Drink: Tablea Sampler (Box of Chocolate Shots with surprise toppings and spices) Snack: Pugon Baked Brie with Adobo Flakes (topped with Guava jam and Adobo flakes) This place is special for its unique chocolatey menus. The view of Taal Lake outdoor with cozy and comfy chairs makes you stay and fall in love all over again. You can also try their Strawberry Overload Churros Waffle as you rest yourself from stress.

Dinner * Where: Sonya’s Secret Garden (Barangay Buck Estate, Alfonso, Cavite, 4123) Meal: Dinner Buffet (They’re well-known for their healthiest Garden Salad Greens and pasta. And their minty sweet potato) Drink: Bottomless freshly squeezed fruit juice (in season, tarragon tea and filtered water) Snack: Glazed Sweet Potato (enjoyed with mint leaves) If you’re looking for a romantic dinner date for special someone or making the best out of all proposals, this could be the best place for you. Dig in for its lovely ambiance with lovely flowers and the best food that’s serving over more than 20 years.

Make sure that before you go home, you make the most out of everything and keep all those perfect Instagram-worthy pics you had. Relaxation is very important in every people especially those workaholic, full time mom, a working student, especially you. Yourself.

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[overwatchworks]

Blackwatch Week: Extraction

Jesse ran onto the drop ship, still firing off Peacekeeper as he went and downing a few Talon soldiers. Moira followed after him, and Reyes had been the first one to board the ship. Jesse heard the Blackwatch pilot over his comm, though the Talon heavy that had been sent in let off another round half way through her sentence.

“Come on everyone, get in! I can’t take fire from those heavies like this!” She shouted. 

Genji was the last one on board, cutting down as many Talon forces as he could as he went. He obviously wasn’t too happy about leaving, but Jesse had learned that he didn’t really have anything quite...Normal that made him happy anymore. At least, not much. Genji expressed a liking for ‘striking down’ his enemies, and more often than not, Jesse could have sworn he heard a soft, suppressed chuckle from the ninja’s comm on missions like these. Jesse had gotten used to it, hell, he too found satisfaction in shooting an enemy, and he wasn’t afraid to say it. 

The cyborg slowed just before hitting the side of the ship from his pace, straightening his posture and leaning against the wall heavily. Jesse was panting as well, all that running around and, well, fighting for his life--Jesse sent a glare towards the commander at that--had exhausted him. 

Moira had locked her eyes on Genji as soon as he’d boarded, and she had that unsettling little smirk on her face that Jesse had seen her look at her less alive specimens with. The same way she had looked at Reyes when he’d killed Antonio. Jesse licked his lips and narrowed his eyes when hers finally slipped off of Genji and went to him, but they passed right over his form to land on Reyes. 

Good, she knew not to even bother him past keeping him alive during missions. And she just barely managed that.

“Commander. How are you feeling?” She asked quietly, not kind or caring, but unsettlingly eager. Reyes scoffed and caught his breath, and Jesse noticed that Moira was the only one who seemed unaffected by all that running. Must have been that weird purple shit she used as a weapon; Jesse always heard her murmuring about “your strength is mine” and whatnot when it latched onto an enemy. He still thought hiring her for Blackwatch was a mistake, but he wasn’t about to deny that having a healer like her was a blessing for missions.

“Same as always. You can get a more detailed report when we get back.” Reyes replied with a heavy sigh, though Jesse watched him sit down and suppress a wince. He didn’t know what exactly Moira had been doing to him besides the more obvious--Jesse just called it ‘shadow man’--additions to his commander, but it seemed to be taking a toll on Reyes. It had also been changing him more than just physically. Reyes was more reserved and honestly, in Jesse’s humble opinion, now more prone to random acts of violence or anger. 

Reyes was a pretty mellow guy, but Jesse had been seeing a marked difference in his behaviour that just wasn’t a coincidence with his more frequent visits to Moira’s lab. Jesse sighed and shook his head, taking off his hat and sitting down as well, Moira producing a yellow orb and holding it out towards Reyes. Genji was next to him, characteristically quiet, but too quiet for those who knew him well. And Jesse probably knew Genji the best. He turned to look at the ninja, Genji staring at the floor and still breathing just as heavily as he had been when he ran onto the ship.

“Ya alright?” Jesse asked quietly, not wanting to alert Moira just yet. Genji didn’t look up or say anything, but he nodded warily, a deep but hurried breath shuddering through his chest. Jesse frowned, not convinced, and Moira just so happened to look over right as he did so.

“Is something the matter, McCree?” She always refused to call him anything but that. He was kind of glad about that, because hearing ‘Jesse’ roll off of her tongue might be just a little too weird for his tastes.

“‘M fine.” Jesse muttered, but Moira had followed his previous gaze and took two strides to get to Genji’s side.

“Having troubles with your systems again?”

Genji glared up at her, though, he glared at everyone, so this was nothing special, and straightened.

“I am fine.”

“You should have been able to recover your normal breathing rate by now. So one of us is wrong in our assumptions, and I know it’s not me.” She scoffed, Genji huffing as she gathered another one of those healing orbs of hers. Moira attached it to the ninja unhurriedly, tipping her head to the side as she observed the effects. 

It relaxed Genji a bit, just a bit, and he leaned back in his seat with a sigh. Jesse eyed her carefully, but she didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, she frowned and leaned down to inspect something on the ninja’s chest. Genji curled his arms over himself tighter at that, shaking his head before Moira could say anything.

“I’m fine.”

“Obviously not. Looks like that assassin did more of a number on you than I thought.” Moira murmured, Jesse’s brow furrowing as he turned in his seat.

“What’s wrong with ‘im?”

“It seems the assassin’s blade forced a piece of armour down and it’s putting too much pressure on his respiratory system. Such a flawed creation...”  

“It is nothing to worry about. I will have Dr. Ziegler check it when we get back.” Genji muttered darkly, brows lowering over his eyes even more, if possible. She hit a nerve. Jesse then saw that smirk rise on Moira’s features again.

“Zürich is quite a ways off. I am not sure how long you will be stable.”

“I will take my chances.” Genji hissed, cutting off the conversation and glaring at the floor. Jesse grinned at Moira pleasantly when he saw her features turn down in distaste, but she sat down without another word. Jesse waited a few moments to let the silence settle before he leaned towards Genji.

“You alright?” He murmured, Genji shooting him a glare this time.

“I said I’m fine.”

Jesse merely raised his brows, and the hard expression Genji was sporting faltered.

“I will be fine.” He amended in a whisper, shifting in his seat to sink down in it more. Jesse didn’t miss the way his eyes danced in pain from just that simple movement.

“I’ll take ya ta the med bay when we get back.” Jesse told him softly, Genji nodding.

“Thank you.”  

The gunslinger leaned back in his seat, eyeing Moira distrustfully as she observed Reyes. They were talking quietly with one another, and Jesse glanced away when mismatched eyes slid to meet his. 

Moira knew he didn’t trust her, though Jesse hadn’t quite made it a secret. She knew and yet she never made any steps to change it. In fact, Jesse thought she had been stepping even more out of line lately. The cowboy kept his mouth shut about it for once, however, because he knew that Reyes wouldn’t listen to him. He’d already tried talking to him about Moira, but he had shut down the conversation before it had even started, voice rough and eyes like steel. That alone sent the first warning bells off in his head, but he hadn’t pushed it. Reyes wouldn’t have allowed it anyways. So the cowboy kept his distance, made sure Moira knew he’d put up with none of her shit, and she’d left him alone. 

Genji made a strange wheezing sound next to him an hour or so into the flight, some mix between a suppressed cough and a shuddering breath. It startled Jesse awake, and he looked over at the ninja. His eyes were narrowed in pain, one hand fumbling with the side of his faceplate while the other held his side. Genji’s chest rose and fell quickly, shallow breaths leaving him in little huffs.

“Hey, ya alright?” Jesse asked softly, hand reaching out to settle on the cyborg’s bicep. Genji glanced down at it, then shook his head.

“No...?”

Genji pulled off the bottom of his faceplate, setting it in his lap and closing his eyes. His face was flushed, a sheen of sweat on his brow.

“It’s...Just hard to—“

Another cough cut him short, body seizing up as he curled over slightly. The gunslinger frowned, worry spreading over his features when the fit didn’t stop, instead getting worse. Moria was at Genji’s side in an instant, her long fingers gripping the ninja’s chin and forcing him to raise his head.

“Let me have a look.” She ordered. Genji took a pained breath, a drop of almost black blood sliding down from his bottom lip. Moria kneeled in front of him, right hand splayed and forming a golden-yellow orb. The cyborg’s breathing evened out as a trail from the orb attached to his chest, and he glanced over at Jesse warily.

“Now listen, if yer doin’ somethin’ funky to ‘im—“

“Yes, because healing his collapsing lung certainly isn’t helping him in the slightest, McCree. Now, would you please let the doctor do her work without further interruption?” Moira sighed in annoyed exasperation, her frown deepening as she glared at the cowboy. Jesse forced himself to keep his snarky comment to himself, knowing it would only cause more trouble and possibly detract the help and attention from Genji that he needed. He watched as some of the colour returned to the ninja’s face, and he reluctantly sat back to let Moria do what she needed.

They made it back to Zürich without too much trouble. Moira would have to recharge her healing abilities every now and then, and each time the orb left Genji, he looked even worse. Jesse was worried, but he knew that Dr. Ziegler would be able to fix him right up, properly.

“Your systems are fascinating, even in their primitive state. If you will come with me to the medical wing, I assure you I will make sure something like this never happens again.” Moira suddenly spoke up, the offer catching Jesse’s attention immediately, and he turned on her.

“You ain’t gonna lay a finger on him, ya hear me? He’ll go to Ziegler.” The gunslinger growled, rounding on Moira. She raised a brow unhurriedly, a mocking smile creeping up on her face.

“Oh? And what makes you think this is your decision to make?”

Genji spoke up before Jesse was able to, one hand wrapped firmly around his ribs, his stance slightly hunched over.

“He is right. I will go see Dr. Ziegler now, and I would rather McCree escort me.”

Jesse gave Moira a smug little smirk, but it faded when he saw Commander Morrison and Captain Amari striding towards them, anger radiating off of them.

“Gabe, what in the hell did you do?!” Morrison hissed, getting right up in Reyes’ face and glaring vehemently. Amari stood back, arms crossed and disapproval written all over her face.

“You do understand the seriousness of what you did, right Gabriel?” She demanded. Reyes sighed and shook his head, eyes cast aside in resigned disinterest.

“You guys can berate me all you want, but not out here if you want it to stay under the radar for now.” He told them simply, and that seemed to set off the Overwatch commander even more.  

“Stay under the radar?! Gabriel, that is what you were supposed to do! This was a simple mission, not an execution! The whole world knows about Blackwatch now because of the shit you pulled! Have you seen the news?!”

Jesse internally agreed with Morrison at that, but the harsh words did nothing to change Reyes’ demeanor or expression.

“Jack. Let’s take this to an interrogation room.” Amari murmured, placing a hand on the commander’s shoulder. Morrison growled out a curse under his breath and nodded, the three of them leaving without a backward glance to the rest of the Blackwatch operatives.

“How irritating. So much could be accomplished if only they knew how to let go of some of their oh so righteous morale...” Moira hummed quietly, sneering the last bit of her sentence, head held high.

“I dunno what kinda morals you have, but either way, they’re there fer a reason. I don’t disagree with ol’ Jackie fer once.” Jesse muttered as he walked after the commanders to get inside and take Genji to the med bay. Moira stayed in step with them until she got to her office, and she went inside without another word to Jesse or Genji. The gunslinger ignored her exit and went to Dr. Ziegler’s division of the med bay, Genji leaning against him as they went down the hall.

“Doc’ll patch ya up, don’t worry.” Jesse whispered, pressing a quick and soft kiss to Genji’s temple. The cyborg didn’t even have the energy to reprimand him, he just nodded and squeezed Jesse’s hand lightly.

Dr. Ziegler was already in a medical room waiting, having been notified earlier that they were on the way back and ready for post-mission diagnostics. She gave them a little frown when she noticed the way Genji was holding himself, then sighed and motioned for the ninja to sit on the examination table she had set up.

“Jesse, I’m going to have to take care of Genji first, so if you don’t mind waiting outside...”

“Sure thin’ Angie. I’m alright though, so don’t worry ‘bout it.” Jesse dismissed absently, wanting to go see what was happening with Reyes now that he knew Genji was in good hands.

“No, you make sure you come back here in an hour, do you understand me? I have to put this in the records and make sure you haven’t been hurt.” Angela told him, her voice holding a tone he knew not to argue with.

“Yes ma’am...”

“Alright. Now go on.”

Jesse tipped his hat to her, glancing at Genji as he left. The ninja was laying back on the table, staring up at the ceiling blankly, resigned. Jesse sighed, but did as the doctor ordered.

-

Jesse had gone to the interrogation room that Reyes had been taken to, watching him get chewed out by Morrison and Amari alike with a pensive look on his face the whole time. The Overwatch commander would gesture as he yelled, his voice muffled from where Jesse was standing behind the two way mirror. Reyes had glanced up at him at last, murmuring something to Morrison and effectively making him quiet down. He was either too angry to yell anymore, or Reyes had struck a nerve. 

The gunslinger sighed and readjusted his hat, chewing on the end of his cigar as he walked back to the medical bay. The whole situation was shitty, and it didn’t sit well with him at all. Jesse stubbed out the cigar before entering Dr. Ziegler’s section of the medical ward. She always got on to him about his smoking habits.

“Ah, Jesse, come on in. I’ll make it quick so you can go get some rest.” Angela called. The cowboy obeyed without a word, mind too preoccupied for idle chatter, which was rare. Ziegler hadn’t asked, and Jesse didn’t offer any sort of explanation. When she was through, she bid him a pleasant goodbye, already going off to check on some things on her tablet. Jesse went back to his room, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. He absently typed in the code to his room, immediately sensing another presence there with him.

“Didn’t know doc had let’cha out so soon.” Jesse said by ways of greeting, taking off his hat and glancing towards the bed. Genji was curled up on it, the TV playing something softly in the background and washing his face in shades of blue and white.

“I’m only discharged for the night.” Genji responded, his voice even more altered and metallic than usual. He had some sort of respirator covering his nose and the bottom half of his face, his eyes sunk in with dark smudges beneath them. Jesse gave him a worried look, sitting down on the bed next to him and lacing their fingers together.

“Dr. Ziegler gave me some medicines that slow my breathing down and keep me calm so I don’t overexert my respiratory system. I feel like shit.” Genji muttered, answering Jesse’s unspoken question.

“Ah, so not the good drugs, huh?”

That dragged a soft chuckle from the ninja. Jesse leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then stood.

“I’m gonna shower real quick. Try not ta bust anythin’ else while I do.”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Genji deadpanned as he leaned his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes. The gunslinger smirked, then left to wash up. When he came back, Genji hadn’t moved much, and he seemed to have fallen asleep. Jesse smiled softly and settled down next to him, pulling a blanket over them both.

“Took you long enough...” Genji mumbled after a moment. He opened his eyes slowly, arm shifting to drape over Jesse’s waist lethargically.

“Figured I’d let ya have some alone time.” Jesse whispered, rolling over to face the ninja.

“I don’t like alone time away from you.” Genji sighed as the cowboy’s hand came up to trace over Genji’s features, gently mapping out the familiar face. He rubbed over a scar that cut through just the tip of Genji’s left eyebrow, then slowly dragged his finger down to the edge of the respirator, leaving light touches on his cheekbone and nose as he went. Jesse kissed where Genji’s lips were under the mask, feeling the cyborg push up into the motion ever so slightly.

“Get some rest, darlin’. I’ll be right here if ya need me.”

“Mkay...” Genji whispered. He leaned into Jesse’s chest, the gunslinger hugging him close and running a hand through his hair. Genji relaxed completely, drifting off quickly in Jesse’s arms. It didn’t take long for the gunslinger to follow in suit.

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