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cinnamonrusts · 3 years

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together, we can make it out alive - 2

parts: 1

-- mentions of alcohol

your issues with leon flare up at the worst of times, and you have a trip down memory lane -f!reader

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"Lieutenant!" you cried out and hobbled to your superior's aid as he backed into a wall. His hand was pressed against his wound and he threw his head back in pain but shooed you away when you tried to support him as he slid down to the floor. "I'll be fine! I'll be fine!" he huffed out in his typical annoyed manner, despite nearing death. "Y-You two need to get out of here... alive," Branagh added. "What about you?" Leon asked. The injured man raised a bloody hand and pointed his index finger toward the male rookie, "You save yourself," he coughed several times, "That's an order!" He dropped his finger and dug into his shirt pocked, then fished out a small notebook with a brown cover. Branagh leaned forward to hand the notebook to Leon, "E-Elliot, an officer here believed that there was a secret way out of here."

Leon flipped through the blood soaked pages and he examined the drawings that this presumably deceased officer drafted as Branagh explained. "I'd come with you two, but I would just slow you down." the RPD Lieutenant had accepted his fate that he wouldn't be going anywhere. "[Y/N]", he called your name and looked into your eyes when they met. "You take care of yourself, officer. You're a good kid. It was a pleasure being your Lieutenant." his pale lips turned upward into a weak smile.

His attention then turned to Leon, "Kennedy. Despite this being my last moments as your superior, I have one request of you." his eyes stared into Leon's, "If you see one of those things -- uniform or not. You do not hesitate. Do not make my mistake, you hear me?" The male rookie accepted this request and promised to do everything he could to keep himself and you safe. Branagh gave each of you one last handshake before he barked at you to go.

You hesitated because you felt that there might be more that could be done, but Leon pulled you along with him. Getting to safety was now the priority.

Your cheeks grew warm and your cheeks felt sore from the smile that grew wider as Leon explained. "You're too nice to me, Leon. Even after I picked on you all the time during school." Earlier in the day the two of you had graduated from the police academy which was in a city far from both of your hometowns. Everyone in the graduating class decided to go to a local bar to celebrate the accomplishment you all achieved. Each of you had a story to tell and a lot of them were similar to yours.

"Kennedy! You sly son of a bitch," you curse as Leon handed you a white, rectangular cardboard box. Leon smiled with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Open it," he whispered in your ear under the roar of the busy bar the two of you were seated in. When the lid was removed, the contents caused your eyes to sparkle in awe. Inside of the package was a silver bracelet with blue gemstones nestled in the center of each link. "I told you no gifts!" you yell at him and delivered a swift punch to his shoulder. Leon shrugged again, "I saw it at the mall, and it kinda just --- jumped out at me." he leaned over and his finger touched the jewelry, "I had to get it."

You were a girl from a midwestern city with big dreams of living it up in a city that was far-far away from Raccoon City's limits. The first few weeks of the police academy were rough, and you were skeptical if you wanted to continue on with it. You did not get along well with most of the other female recruits and struggled fitting in. That is until you met a swoopy haired male named Leon, who was paired with you one day and bonded.

Leon was still leaned in close and you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. Unsure if it was your emotions, the alcohol, or a mixture of both but you felt like your entire body was a bright shade of red. "Say cheese!" a female voice yelled out which drew both of your attention front and center. A classmate pointed a Polaroid in your direction and was ready to snap a picture. You set your gift down on the bar counter and threw your arms around Leon's neck, then pulled him in close. Leon slinked his arm around your waist and held his pint of beer in the air. After the bright flash of the camera, the classmate handed you the photo and went off to snap more pictures. You took the square paper and shook it several times in the air. As the photo started to develop, you noticed how happy the two of you looked. "Aw! Look how cute you are!" you point out Leon's cheeky smile and giggled several times. Your giggles grew louder and louder, then turned into several snorts.

Leon took you to his car and struggled with the lack of support for your weight. "You sure do handle your liquor better than me!" you giggled and poked his cheek several times. "Well, you also managed to get six shots of tequila into you before I drank my first beer." Leon leaned against the hood of his car and supported you with his knees. Your eyes first focused on his handsome face as you admired the way that he looked, and he did the same. You could feel your face grow red again, so you decided to change your attention to the darkened sky above. Leon's fingers grazed the skin of your arms which drew your attention back to him. His eyelids were half mast and he had a smile on his lips. "Leon, you're drunk, aren't you?" you ask, despite being heavily intoxicated yourself. "Maybe," he answers. He pulled you close to his body and you could feel his breath against your face. He kissed you and you kissed back. But when you pulled away from each other, you could see his moonstone eyes glow with the moonlight from above.

"I think you've had enough," Leon chuckled as he rested his hand on your shoulder but watched you guzzle down another shot of tequila. "Wait! Wait! I need the lime," you hurried a sucked on the sour citrus fruit and felt your face contort at the taste of the bitterness. "C'mon, missy," Leon took your arm and threw it around his shoulder to support your weight. But didn't expect it to be dead weight, because when you both stood, your body dropped like a stone to the floor with a thud. "Oh shit!" Leon cursed as he reached for your hand that flailed around in the air. "Are you okay?" he asked as he pulled you up, but you laughed uncontrollably. "I'll take that as a yes," he smiled and led you out of the building.

Leon's fingers continued to tickle your skin as they danced up your biceps to your collarbone, and his teeth pricked at your body simultaneously. His digits glided across your bone before they dropped to your exposed cleavage, you pulled away from him for a moment to get a breath of fresh air.

Leon was surprised when you did it. Your hand cupped his cheek and your eyebrows furrowed, "They're sending me back to Raccoon City," your happiness faded to a more somber mood. Leon took your hand in his and placed small kisses on each knuckle, "I'll come with you." Your instincts made you smile but your gut gave you a feeling that it was the alcohol talking and not the genuine Leon, which made you frown. "You always said you'd never want to live there," you finally spoke. "Yeah, but I didn't realize how I felt about you then." he continued to kiss your hand between words. You were almost certain now that it was the alcohol. "W-what?" your words stuttered.

You dribbled some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton swap and attempted to get at Leon's wound from his open collar, but couldn't. "You're gonna have to take off your shirt." He nodded and slipped off his vest before he unbuttoned his shirt to slide it off. You could feel your hands tremble as you recalled the last time you saw him shirtless, but you snapped yourself out of it. This was no place to walk down memory lane. "This is going to suck, I'm sorry." you said as you placed the soaked cotton onto what looked like a bite wound. He jumped and cursed which caused a chuckle to bellow from your throat, "Okay Mr. Tough Cop Man, can't take a little peroxide. huh?" you joked. He didn't say anything beside a gruff under his breath. As you continued to clean his wound, you could feel your eyes take peeks at his chiseled torso, but mentally cursed yourself anytime you did. This seriously was not the place.

Leon stopped his kissing and now stared you in the eye, "I promise you that if I ever come to Raccoon City, I will tell you and we'll continue where we left off." He held out his pinky finger which linked with yours, "It's a pinky promise."

Leon pushed you behind him and took the lead down the hall. His gun and flashlight at the ready as the stillness of the night lingered in the abandoned station. As you followed him with your own weapon and light in hand, you noticed a wound on his trapezius and the fabric of his uniform still wet. "You should take care of that," you point it out. Leon hummed in confusion before he acknowledged the wound that you spoke of. He shook his head, "Don't worry about it." You ignored his words and pulled back on his shoulder, "Don't try to act like such a tough guy. We should do it before we carry on, there's some supplies in the locker room up ahead." You hobbled past him and lead him through the door. Leon closed the door behind you as you approached a locker and scrolled through the numbers to enter a code. "I always keep some supplies with my stuff, never know when you're going to need it." you ruffled through your bag and pulled out a first aid spray with some other supplies. "Should patch myself up too while we're at it." your finger pointed to a bench in front of you and told Leon to sit. "Shouldn't it be ladies first?" he asked as he sat and you responded with a, "Shut up."

"[Y/N], about the last few months... I- I meant to reach out, but...-" he attempted to explain himself but you stopped him mid sentence. "Now is not the time, Leon." you turned to leave but he pulled back again. "What if this is the last time we are able to talk? We could die as soon as we walk out that door!" he yelled. Your eyes narrowed as you gave him a moment to express himself, "I-I met this girl back at home. I just got wrapped up in all of it and cut off a lot of important people," he ran a hand down the front of his face. "That's why I didn't show up on time! We-we broke up, I drank too much, then slept in... God, if only I came here..." he trailed off in his guilt. You felt some sympathy for your former partner, "It's probably a good thing you didn't come on time." you explained to him the weird things that had been going on lately. The weird cannibalistic killings, how shifty the police chief was acting, and how everything spiraled out of control. "This isn't how I expected my first day..." Leon sighed into a closed fist.

"One last thing," you picked up a can of first aid spray and sprayed the entire area with the green mist. "All done." you patted him on the shoulder and allowed him to re-dress himself. You lifted your injured leg onto the bench to assess the damage that shard of glass did, as you looked closer at it you could see the raw flesh that resided under your skin. Ouch. When you grabbed the peroxide, your hand met with Leon's, "Here, let me help you," he offered but you smacked his hand away. "I got it." your voice was harsh and you continued to treat your wound. Once you were patched up, you shoved the remaining supplies into your hip pack, "I'll still be pretty slow but we should be fine." you took a few steps toward the door but Leon pulled you back.

You couldn't help but scoff, "How do you think I feel?! From what it seems like, my entire crew is dead! Then, "Mr. Rookie of the Year" strolls in from the shadows to save the day! I haven't seen you in years, Leon, years! You completely disappeared and then when I do finally see you, the fucking town is on fire!" you run a hand through your deranged hair, "I don't think I can do this." you lifted your pistol and pulled the hammer back to make sure it is loaded. "I should've just called in. Then, I could be miles away from this fucking place!" your anger came to a boil, "Then, you! How can you act so-so laid back! Ever since I met you! Always Mr. Cool Guy! This city is fucked!" Leon tried to hush your yelling before you attracted any unwanted visitors.

Your raised voice dropped to a louder whisper, "You promised me, Leon! You promised me that you would come back and when you did, you would tell me! You said we would continue what we started but no, I find out you're coming here by a fucking banner on the ceiling!" your finger pointed in the air. You closed your eyes as you decided on your next move, "I think you'll be better on your own." your hand turned the knob and you took a step out in the hall, "You think you can just come back here and act like everything is the same. Touch me like you did before -- I-," you don't turn around to face him, "I'll see you on the outside of this place." and left him with those words with a door slammed in his face.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego x reader

Chapter 4- The Majestic 12

Summary: Although, your wounds are able to heal instantaneously, Diego’s are not and for that he payed the price. In the aftermath of getting shanked, you give Diego some much needed TLC. Now you, Diego, and Five, are on the hunt at some gala for any valuable information, regarding the activities of Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

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Sitting next to Diego on the couch, you rip off his bandage, intently listening to Five ramble on about the Vanya situation as you attend to his healing injury.

“So what you just let her go.” Asks Diego surprised.

“Well, Vanya had a lot to process.” He says matter-of-factly. “She’ll come around. I know she will.”

“What about the guys that went after her?” You ask him, while ripping off some medical tape for Diego’s new bandage.

“The Swedes?”

“Yeah, how do you know they won’t go after her again?” You question, taking a cup of hot coffee from Elliot.

“We don’t.”

“Do you have any idea who sent them?” Lila asks Five, taking a sip of coffee from her own cup.

With a knowing smile, Five answers her, “Oh, I have my suspicions.” You guessing it probably has to do with Five’s colorful background coming back to bite him. “But right now, our priority is finding Dad and getting answers, cause everything else depends on it.”

“Which for the record, I found him already.” Diego adds, you hold in a chuckle at how well that interaction went.

“And then let him go before we could have a meaningful conversation.” Sasses Five with that stupid I-know-more-then-you smirk.

“He stabbed me.” Says Diego bluntly, trying to make a point as to why things didn’t go well.

“I’m surprised he waited this long, Diego. We’ve all had the urge.” Jabs Five yet again. Causing you to snort and start laughing out loud along with Lila and Elliot. Getting an offended look from Diego, you turn you face to give him a kiss on his cheek in an attempt at lessening his hurt pride.

“Good thing I know where Dad’s gonna be tonight.” Five says, handing Diego a piece of folded paper.

Reaching across the small coffee table to grab it, he sits down next to you again, holding up the parchment for you to both read. Leaning in, you look at its contents, as Five continues to talk. “Found it at his office while he was busy stabbing you.” Five says sarcastically, as Diego fake laughs.

“Hoyt Hillenkoetter and the Consultant General of Mexico in Dallas cordially invite you to a gala.” Diego reads.

“Whoa, wait. Hoyt Hillenkoetter? Are you serious?” Questions Elliot, apparently knowing something none of you four do.

“You know him?” You ask curious.

“We should go, says there’s gonna be a seafood tower.” Lila adds randomly, having looked it over before, when Five wasn’t looking. You nod to her, looking at Diego. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a suite.” You wink, earning a warm smile from him.

“No, Hillenkoetter is...is one of the Majestic Twelve.” Elliot says slightly nervously.

“The hell are the Majestic Twelve?” Questions Diego. As you quickly throw an orange slice in his mouth.

“It’s a...a secret committee. Uh, scientists, militarily, uh, deep state.” Rambles Elliot, walking over to his desk looking for something he continues. “No one really knows what they do.”

Scoffing you add, “Huh, they sound like a blast.”

“Wait, so they’re government?” Diego grunts, trying to sit up better.

“Shadow Government. Yeah, Kennedy was the first President to try to push ‘em into the light, but these guys are not to be trifled with. Oh, here we go. Ah, right here.” Elliot says bringing a photograph over to the four of you. “That’s Hoyt right there.” He points.

Examining the picture you notice only 11 men. “Weird there’s only 11 of them.”

“Well, that’s because they’ve only identified 11 so far.” Adds Elliot.

“Who’s the twelfth?” Diego asks looking at the photograph. You look to Five, raising your eyebrow in that you-thinking-what-I’m-thinking mutual understanding, him doing the same. Oh boy, here we go.

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Arriving at the gala dressed in your best attire, a slightly uncomfortable dark blue dress and flats. You, Diego, Five, and Lila, hide behind a short brick wall type structure. Each of you peaking your heads over the edge to get a better view of the place full of richly dressed people. Quickly Diego climbs up and over the stones, you three following suit and crouching close to the nearby parked cars.

“So, what’s the plan guys?” Asks Lila quietly.

“Don’t answer that.” You warn Diego. Who ignores you, trying to be the smart tough guy once again. “We infiltrate, we identify, we extract. Double time.”

“I feel like I’m in a spy movie.” You whisper to yourself.

“What the hell’s he talking about.” Lila asks from behind you turning her question to Five, who’s crouched at the rear of the pack.

“Find the old man and get out fast.” He says smartly.

“That’s what I said.” Diego looks back at them, like what he said before wasn’t obvious enough.

“Alright 007, lets go.” You say, touching is shoulder and pushing ever so slightly for emphasis. Turning forward he crouch walks to the next car, you trailing him. Suddenly your ears catch the conversation between Lila and Five a couple cars over. You raise your eyebrow at Five’s untrustworthiness towards Lila, amused by their little conversation. Now that you think about it, you have assumed some odd shit could be up with her, but you’ve been playing along this whole time. Not wanting to state the obvious yet, you needed more time and suspicious proof first of any false behavior.

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Walking into the wealthy looking establishment, you take a drink off a waiters tray. Giving it a sniff, before taking a small sip enjoying the fizzy liquid sliding down your throat. “I don’t see Dad anywhere.” Diego says, looking around the room full of wealthy strangers.

“Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve. I got the upstairs.” Five tells you three, alcoholic beverage already in hand. “Diego, try not to do anything stupid. Y/N, watch him.” He adds, walking away. As Lila walks off towards the seafood table.

You sniff the air, trying to catch a familiar scent, maybe if old Reggie really is here, you’d be able to smell his stupid suffocating cologne. A second later trumpets start to play to a well known tune. You suddenly feel the urge to dance, excited now that your old dance partner’s back. Walking through the crowd while pulling on Diego’s tie, you lead him to the dance floor.

Diego pulls you to him, trying to gain control of the situation unfolding before is very eyes. The two of you are almost eye to eye with each other, as you hold onto one another closely. As the mariachi band continues to play, Diego twists you around, your back now to him. He lets his hands trail down your sides without so much as single protest from you, you’re enjoying this way to much. You twirl grabbing his hands before he can go any lower. Your hands wander up to rest on his shoulders, his comfortably caressing your lower back. “Someone’s got moves.” You look up at him stating the obvious.

“Well the old man did insist on making us take those ballroom dancing lessons.” He looks at you lovingly before continuing, now mimicking Sir Reginald’s voice. “One never knows when the paso doble will be the difference between life and death...” “children” You both smile, saying the last part together as Diego dips you.

“My turn.” You say while giving him a mischievous grin. Pulling yourself up with Diego still holding you close, you take the lead. Surprising him in the process, much to your amusement.

“What are you doing?” He asks, taken aback at your sudden dominance.

“Just follow my lead.” You saying smiling sweetly at him.

“Uh, Y/N, no. I’m the man here.” Diego says dazed by the abrupt change in the dance positioning, you smirk at him, thoroughly enjoying how you’ve taken him off guard.

Grabbing his hands you smoothly twist him around so his back is now to you. Using your left hand you touch his cheek, hastily bringing his undivided attention straight to your own beaming face. Quickly giving him a kiss before pushing his face away once more, twirling him around, and positioning yourself back to how you two first began. With his right hand on your hip and your left on his shoulder, you two holding hands and swaying to the music. He pulls you in closer to his chest, your faces inches apart as you turn your head to laugh into his broad shoulder. You can feel him kiss the side of your face as he smoothly sways you to the music, he follows your gaze as you adjust yourself to look up into his chocolate eyes.

“You have no idea how glad I am to have found you again.” He gives you another chaste kiss in reply.

“Sorry you had to wait for my ass for so long, if I would have known you were in Dallas.” You let out a small laugh, biting your lip to hold in a smile as he continues to sway you around to the festive music.

“Instead you got yourself arrested within the first day of being here. I don’t know if I should be impressed or not....Diego Hargreeves you are truly...something.” His face breaks out into an embarrassed smile as he leans his head down onto your shoulder to hide his redness, only you would be able to make him lose his cool, and so easily at that. He picks his head up once again to stare adoringly into you bright eyes, his eyes flickering down to your parted lips for a fraction of a second. Your face breaks out into a Cheshire Cat-like grin at the absolute wonderful cuteness of Diego.

“So how’d I do last night? Since you know, it’s been awhile for you. I think I still got it Y/N.” He says with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, you roll your eyes at his implication of last nights love-making, he’s so bold.

“Satisfactory.”

“Just satisfactory? Babe I think I was really doing a great job. You sure looked like you agreed at the time.”

“Okay fine. You were incredibly stunningly marvelous, a perfect 10 out of 10. The review says she would do it again.” He smiles in deep satisfaction at your praising of his more intimate talents. You just give him a slight half annoyed eye roll, only you two would be scoring each other on how well your I-missed-you sex was.

When you look up at his face again, he isn’t smiling anymore, attention now snagged by some shinier fish. You twist your neck right, following his distracted gaze. “It can’t be.” He whispers in disbelief, breaking away from you to go see... Grace. Letting him go, you silently follow him, hiding behind a white pillar as you eves drop onto their conversation. Holy shit, Grace was a real person and she was Sir Reginald’s frickin date, you thought to yourself almost as shocked as Diego probably is. You listen more intently, and cackle at the comment Grace gives Diego about being a little odd. You’re definitely not wrong about that, you’d like to tell her.

Watching Grace walk past you and towards who knows where, you come out from behind the pillar to face Diego, who’s standing there with his arms folded, looking rather lost. “Well that went swimmingly.” You quip.

Diego breaks from his thoughtful trance, rolling his eyes as he walks on over to you, taking your bent arm in his. “I guess we should probably find Lila, huh.” He adds. “Perhaps we shall.” You say in a posh English accent, giving him a wink as he lets out a breathy laugh at your theatrics.

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Leaning against the wall, watching as the other party-goers make boring conversation with each other. You push yourself off the marble surface and begin walking towards Diego, who’s obliviously looking at a chandelier like an intrigued child. Right on cue, you hear a thud coming from up above you and then aggressive shuffling around. Five is the strongest guess most likely, and someone else. Hearing a quiet “Oh, shit.” Coming from Five you decide it’s probably best to not leave him hanging.

Turning to Diego, while also unknowingly gaining the attention of Lila. You whisper yell for him to follow you up the stairs to Five’s rescue. Racing up the steps in record time with Diego not far behind you. You look to your right, noticing in surprise that Five’s in a bit of a scuffle with one of the blonde Swedes that tried shooting you, Diego, and Lila earlier. Stopping for a brief moment, not entirely sure what to do as this is indeed very odd. You hear footsteps quickly approaching from behind you, smelling the scent of sweat and anger in its wake.

A second later you hear Diego yell out your name in distress as your hair is pulled back and a belt is tightly wrapped around your windpipe. Getting dragged back down the hallway, completely taken off guard, you struggle to breath as your eyes go wide in astonishment. Your gaze shifts to Diego, as he angrily sprints to you, charging at the taller Swede who’s about to gut punch you with brass knuckles. Fuck.

Bracing yourself, ready to get the wind knocked out of you. Diego heroically pushes the guy into the wall, punching him hard in the face. Your throat is suddenly released, only for the shorter Swede to turn you around and crack you across the side of your head with his belt. Kicking you out of the way and across the floor you tumble, your head stinging in pain. Dazed, from the not even 20 second violent actions you just got shoved into. You get up from the floor feeling a hot liquid running down the side of your face. Touching your temple, you pull your hand away to unveil deep red blood coating your fingers. This bitch is dead.

You look up instantly to watch in dismay as Diego is currently getting his ass whooped by the two pissed off Swedes. The one that was previously choking you, is now suffocating Diego with that fucking leather belt. After getting punched in the stomach by brass knuckle Swede, Diego kicks him to the ground, still struggling with the first who’s still doing his damn best to suffocate him. Grabbing a knife previously hidden in his pocket, he throws it with his free hand. Missing his target in the heat of the moment, which was intended to hit the other large Swede that’s beating the shit out of Five further down the hallway.

Fuming, with the rage of a bull at the manhandling you just unwillingly received. You rush forward throwing your right arm around the blonds throat that’s currently choking Diego. Pulling down hard, the Swede releases him, now struggling to breath from your own violent attack. The tables have turned, bitch. You aggressively throw him into the wall, kicking him hard in the stomach as you send him thrashing onto the carpeted floor.

Turning quickly to the sound of pained grunts, you watch as Diego gets punched in the stomach with the brass knuckles you so marvelously avoided. You catch sight of Lila, who looks to both of you before turning to Five and running to his aid. Alright then.

Only letting yourself get distracted for a moment, you turn back to your new little fighting buddy, who’s now standing and looking very enraged.

“Let’s dance.” You hiss at him with a bitter smirk, clenching your fists.

Hearing the sound of glass breaking behind you, you ignore it. As you face the blonde Swedish assassin, dodging a heated swing, you bring your left arm up to sucker punch him right in the guts. You turn around swiftly to face him again, only to receive a hard blow to your shoulder. He’s good, but not good enough. He goes to kick you in the legs, missing by an inch as you pull back just in time. Realizing he still has his belt clutched in his right hand, he cracks it at you with lightning speed. Time slows for a second as your senses begin to take over, giving you better reaction time. You turn to the right and watch as the shining silver of the belt buckle shows you your own distorted reflection. Catching the makeshift weapon mid-throw, you grab it tightly with your left fist. Pulling him towards you in the process, you then reach out and tightly seize his throat with your right hand. Throwing the leather belt off to the side and growling fiercely at his surprised face, you lift him up an inch or two off the ground. Struggling to breath and find his footing again, he suddenly shoots his arms up directly into your right one, that’s currently strangling him. You drop him, yelping in surprise at the sudden pain. Quickly gaining his bearings back, he jumps up on the wall for support, as he speedily throws himself at you, sucker punching you right in the cheekbone. Fucking ouch. Stumbling back from the aggressive hit to your face, you both begin intensely throwing punches at each other, getting a hit in here and there, while also managing to block most of his advances. Who knew you’d be reuniting with your lost lover and fighting Swedish assassins at a gala this week. Things have been weirder, you think, focusing back on the task at hand, literally. Grimacing in pain at the hit you just received to your shoulder, you jump up, kicking him into the wall and leaving a small dent. Slightly disoriented, he gets up again, blocking another one of your knee thrusts heading straight for his junk. Sometimes you fight dirty, okay. Throwing your left arm up to block a hit, you take this opportunity to twist yourself around to the right in a quick circle. Jutting your right elbow directly into the Swedes temple, knocking him unconscious. That’s right fucker, nighty night.

Your ears tune promptly to the sound of broken glass yet again, and the sound of Diego’s grunts mixed with that of the angry Swede he is currently fighting. You watch as they fight dirty, picking up whatever objects they could get their hands on as they continue to beat each other up down the hallway. Knocking blondie out with an impressive hit to his head, Diego looks out the window spotting Reginald and Grace standing outside ready to go home. You catch where his eyes are looking, observing the scene of them together for yourself.

You hear Diego whisper a soft, “Dad” before turning to you, worriedly looking at the stream of blood coming from the side of your hairline.

Pointing to the bloody spot you flash him a small smile. “You should see the other guy.”

Smiling briefly, he nods at you while turning towards the stairs and walking quickly down them, you right behind him. As the two of you make your way through the bustling crowd, right out the doors, and through the grass to the front entrance where Five is shouting something in another language at a retreating car.

“Was that him?” Diego questions.

“Yeah.” Five says, sounding like he’s out of breath.

“Jesus, it’s just one thing after the other” You add irritated. Fed up with all this Hargreeves nonsense. Especially those fucking Swedes.

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fvrxdrm · 3 years

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City of the Living Dead

Chapter 6

"September 28, 2:30 am... It's down to just me and 3 others. No weapons...no ammo...and too many skirmishes have drained us mentally and physically. We're not gonna make it... Officer Phillips once suggested we escape through the sewers. Apparently, there's a secret tunnel under this place left over from its museum days. I brushed her idea off before, but now, it's not sounding all that bad. Yeah, there's no proof there's even a tunnel or that the sewers aren't infested with zombies, but I don't wanna sit here and wait to die, either. It's a long shot, but I'm gonna try to find out what I can about that tunnel... Elliot Edward," you read, "Shit. Rest in peace, buddy." You placed the transcript back to where you found it and proceeded in scanning the room you and Leon were in.

It was an office of some sort with mahogany desks occupying the center, swivel chairs pointing towards every direction, some paperworks piled in a stack and some (or rather most) cluttered all over the tables and floor. It looked like a hurricane together with an earthquake and a tsunami clashed and crashed in the area.

"Leon, w-" your head twisted and turned as you looked for best friend and even called out to him when you found him just staring at something on the ceiling, his trembling lips pinned in between pearly-white teeth, eyebrows furrowed upwards, and eyes looking like a dam was about to breakdown because of too much pressure. You went towards where he was standing and followed his gaze. You gasped. He was looking at stringed triangle banners with letters printed out on each of them

WEL COME LEON

Your face began to mirror Leon's but a pained smile differentiated yours from his as a sudden rush of memory enlightened your brain. "Hey, look, the design's the same as the banner I surprised you with when we were 15," you said, raising an arm to point at the triangular flags.

Leon chuckled softly at what you said and nodded while a sneaky tear flowed down his cheek in a tiny stream. "Yeah."

"Come on, Leon! I worked hard for this." You hauled on your friend's wrist and led him towards his room with a strain as Leon's languor held him back.

"This better be good, Y/N. You fucking woke me up and I'm really close to fucking strangling you." His voice was a little hoarse from having just woken up right before you pulled him off of the couch and he was still lowkey tired because of the three-hour rest he had last night, but as much as he wanted to throw you out of his house and fall into a well-deserved slumber again, he was into surprises and was curious as to what you had in store. So, he went along with it even though he was pretty much a sloth still.

"I promise you'll love it." You chortled.

Leon sighed in defeat before loosening up and letting you pull him towards where you wanted to take him for this so-called surprise with a rub of his crusty eyes.

When a familiar door came into view in front of you, you covered Leon's eyes with one of your hands and twisted the door knob, revealing a bedroom with a banner hovering over Leon's messy bed, before lightly pushing him inside.

"All right, here we are," you spoke as you removed your hand from your face, moving right beside him to watch Leon's face as it shifted from being enraptured to crestfallen real quick. You guffawed in a boisterous way at his reaction and plummeted down to the ground whilst clutching your stomach in a joyful pain.

YOU SUCK LEON

"Really, Y/N? This-this is what you wanted to show me?"

"It's true though, you actually suck!"

"Come on, you know you only won in Street Fighter because I let you," he whined. You stood up from being laid on the floor before clutching onto Leon's shoulder for dear life.

"For 20 times? Really?" You laughed again, "nah, you just suck, bro."

Leon narrowed his eyes at you with lips pressing tightly in a thin line and turned towards you, his feet moving slowly in tandem as he approach you with a spurious anger, his hands closing into fists.

"What?" You asked with a nervous chuckle and feet backing up in rhythm with his laggard advances.

"You think I suck?" His voice imitated a dark tone. Had you not been slightly scared - which you hated to admit - you would've busted a gut at how ridiculous it sounded.

"I mean, yeah, it's already said in the banner, dimwitt."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Well, let's see who sucks now!"

Welp, that's my cue!

You dodged Leon's attack by the skin of your teeth, stumbling on a stupid pencil for a bit, before proceeding to run around the house to avoid Leon's "spider fingers" as you call it and making a tiny bit of a mess. However, your luck has gone away and he eventually caught you when you accidentally tripped over the leg of a chair, throwing you into his bed and tickling each spot that would make you squirm and and laugh.

"I still suck, huh?"

"N-no, fine...y-you don't...s-suck," you cried in between heavy breaths and hysterics. Satisfied with your remark, Leon stopped his fingers from moving and plopped down beside you, taking a moment to catch his breath before he pulled you closer to his body and spooned you. "You still couldn't win yesterday though."

"Yeah, well, I know a million ways to win your heart though."

"Fuck off, Le-le." Leon tsked at the nickname.

"Y/N, that sounds awful as fuck."

"Whatever." You felt his lashes kiss the nape of your neck as he closed his eyes to give them another four hours of rest, your own following afterwards when you heard Leon's muffled voice vibrate against your shirt.

"Hey, you wanna be my date for homecoming?"

"I thought you already asked Lexee to be your date."

"Dante already asked her out, so..."

"Okay, fine, I'll be your date." You squeezed his hand before intertwining your fingers with his and smiling when you felt him kiss your hair.

"Thanks, Y/N. Good night."

"It's 10 in the morning, dumba-"

"Shh... Rock-a-bye baby..."

"You do suck though." You light-heartedly nudged Leon's side and wrinkled your eyes in a grin, chuckling when he returned the gesture with a titter.

"I really don't," he retorted back.

"Sure." You took his hand in yours and gently squeezed it in a comforting way to ease the two of you before placing a feather's kiss on the back of it. "Come on, we still have a job to do."

*****

Leon S. Kennedy, we're putting you on a very special case for your first assignment. Your mission is...to unlock your desk! The key to your success is in the initials of our first names. Input the letters in order of our desks. There are 2 locks- 1 on each side of your desk. Make sure you get them both. Basically, your first task is to remember your fellow officers' names, but you figured that much out, right? Good luck, Leon. By the way, it might take a little work to get Scott to give you a straight answer.

Lieutenant Branagh

Scrawled in a corner between drops of blood on the paper was an additional note the lieutenant had written while he and his fellow officers were isolated and trapped, and it read:

Be glad you're not here, rookie.

"Remember your fellow officers' names..."

"I think that means the initials of my supposedly co-workers' names should be the password to open these locks on my desk." Leon stood up from where he was knelt down on the floor and casted around from desk to desk, unlocking the padlocks on his table and claiming the prize after accomplishing his "first assignment" - a magazine for his beloved Matilda.

You smiled when Leon pulled out the gun he's had since the beginning of his adult years, another retention reminding you of the peaceful days you once had before you started walking right into confusion.

Matilda was a gift Leon's father had given him on his 18th birthday, a few months before he died of cancer. He was happy about it, and knowing how his family had supported his decision on him becoming a cop, his heart fluttered inside and he couldn't be more grateful about it. Leon held onto it everyday, even becoming a bit hesitant about leaving it behind whenever he went to school. And when his father passed away because of said illness, he grasped onto the weapon the same way he did when his dad was still alive, if not more.

"Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, happy birthday... Happy birthday, Leon... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEON!"

Leon's cheeks stretched in an almost painful way as everyone erupted into cheers and confetti fell from the ceiling. Each person was wearing cone-shaped hats and the living room was decorated with different ornaments colored in his favorite hues. His family was there and so were his friends, and oh, how could he almost forget...

It was his 18th birthday!

"So, what do you think?" You spoke from behind him. He turned around to see you smiling like an idiot and tugging on the string of a party you picked up from the floor.

"This," he began. "This is amazing! Wh-"

"Well, son, the candle's almost melting. Wanna make a wish?" Leon's dad emerged from behind the small crowd with a three-layered cake balanced on top of his palms. The icing of the pastry was blue, edible police-related finishing touches garnished it with such perfection he almost didn't want to eat it for the sake of admiring and staring at the cake, and a single candle formed into the number 18 as an emphasis to his recent age was placed on top with a tiny flame dancing around in the air. Leon closed his eyes and wished for the best before blowing the candle, watching as the fire disappeared into a swirling smoke. Everyone rejoiced once again.

When voices had began dying down one by one, Leon's father called his name and picked up a box from underneath the table after placing the cake down where it wouldn't fall down.

"Leon, you're going to be attending the police academy soon and in the next few years you'll be the cop you always wanted. So, as a gift, I give you this gun." He opened the rectangular cardboard box where a gun laid and presented it to his child, Leon's eyes sparkling in delight at his very own weapon. "I know you'll be taking good care of Matilda."

"Matilda?" Leon asked in confusion.

"You know, like, Mathilda from Leon: The Professional," his dad replied. Leon chuckled in response before he carefully took the gun out of its container, still a bit iffy about touching it.

"I'll be taking good care of this, dad."

"I know you will."

"You still have that gun?" You spoke as you gestured towards his firearm.

"Yep, she still looks good as new. I didn't want to break my promise," Leon responded. He turned his gun around to show you just how much he kept it safe like a mother would to a child. Your E/C orbs twinkled in admiration, a feeling in your heart you had kept for a very long time flittering in a joyous manner for the first time since you last saw him.

"Nothing's really changed, huh?"

"I don't want to change anything for now...especially now that you're back here with me."

*****

So, I found this image on google and an idea suddenly popped into my head lmao.

Anyway, WE'RE BACK! I was busy in school blah blah blah. I think yall know that already.

#leonkennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon s kennedy x reader #leonxreader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #residentevil2 #resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic

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aidanrgallagher7 · 3 years

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Love in The Midst of Doomsday~

Five Hargreaves × Reader

Chapter Three

Chapter Four: Day Four

Word Count 3.4k

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of past trauma: panic attack and anxiety in this chapter.

Carrying Luther to the car was a struggle, to say the least. He is half man, half ape, meaning twice the deadweight to carry. It took all three of you to get him in the car, and Vanya drove us back to Luther's little shack that he's been living in for the past year being in Dallas. Luther woke up once she stopped the car, convenient for the three of you.

Luther "Where the hell am I?"

Five "Good morning sleepy head, you just got home!"

Luther "Five? What happened, why am I in this car..with you and Vanya..and-" he looks at you.

"Hi, my name is Y/n."

Luther "Why are you here?"

Five "Because she is my wife." Luther inhaled so deeply that he started choking on his own saliva, which made Five get a good chuckle.

Luther "I'm sorry, I must have heard that wrong-"

Five "Have you forgotten that I am way older than you, number one?" Luther rolls his eyes, "Why is it so hard for all of you to comprehend that I am old enough to be married?!"

Luther "Because you don't look a day over sixteen..and neither does your wife."

"What happened to Five, happened to me as well. It is just as weird for us as it is for all of you. But this is just how it is right now.."

Luther sighs, "I am sorry for freaking out..you seem like a nice girl."

Vanya "Do you want to go inside? You got hit really hard." Luther touches his head and flinches from the pain.

Luther "Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea. It was nice to meet you Y/n."

"..you too."

Five "Lovely seeing you, as always Luther." He smiled fakely. Luther does not respond, only opening up the car door and slamming it behind him.

Five chuckles, "Dad should've left him on the moon." You sigh and fix a piece of hair that had fallen into his green eyes.

"Vanya will talk to him. He'll come around, he has too."

Five nods, "I still need to find Klaus and Allison."

"We will." He nods and pulls you into his chest and holds you for a little while. After what feels an hour passes by, Five gets impatient and gets out of the car to stretch his legs. All of a sudden, there is a hole in the brick wall, where Luther is supposedly staying. Five looks up and he sees his brother's fist through the wall and laughs to himself.

"What the hell?!"

Five "I guess things aren't going well.."

"Mmm.." you were going to say something but Vanya came walking down the sidewalk.

Five "Well that went well-"

Vanya "I'm going back to the farm."

Five "What are you talking about?! You can't do that-we all need to stick together!"

Vanya "Were you ever going to tell me?" Five looks at her confused, "Y'know, the real reason that caused the apocalypse?" Five looks up and curses towards his brother but you couldn't tell what he was saying. "Why didn't you tell me!? Were you ever going to-?""

Five "No, can you blame me?"

"Five.."

Five "-When you get mad..shit blows up." You sigh to yourself, knowing that was not the right way to tell her about her powers.

Vanya shrugs, "Great. Any other family issues that you have to tell me about?" She gets in the car and you get out of the car.

Five "Plenty! But there is no time for…" he stops talking because her window is still up, so he knocks on the window for her to roll it down. When she does, he continues his side of the conversation. "Look, the time is ticking on doomsday. So please tell me that when I need you, you'll be ready."

Vanya "I can't help you Five, I don't even know who I am."

Five "You are our sister!"

Vanya "I was, I'm not that person anymore. New timeline, new me." And then she drove off.

Five "THAT'S NOT HOW THIS WORKS!-" she continued to drive off, leaving you and Five behind.

"Well, this took a drastic turn.."

Five huffs, "We don't have time for this..come on, let's get back to your father's." He takes your hand and he blinks the two of you back to your father's apartment building.

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When you guys return, you find Diego and Lila on the sofa. Lila is dressing Diego's stab wound while snacking, while your father is rushing around the house like a madman.

Diego "Where have you been?"

Five "Found Vanya..and saw Luther again."

Diego "Wait, you did?"

Five "Yeah..you were out when she used her powers in an open field. By the way I see it, the Swedes found her and tried to eliminate her, but she got scared of course..and you know what happens when she gets scared..or mad."

Diego "Will they come back?"

Five sighs, "I don't know."

Diego "And you let her go, why?!"

Five "I couldn't stop her from leaving, Diego. She'll come around. Just give her time." Elliot hands him a cup of coffee and you your cup as well.

"Thanks dad." He smiles and kisses your head.

Elliot "You good, kiddo?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just tired, that's all."

Elliot "Maybe stay home tonight, huh?"

"I'll think on that, thanks again for the coffee daddy." His eyes sparkle for a moment, hearing you call him daddy made his heart just about burst.

Lila "Do you know who sent them..the Swedes?"

Five "Oh, I have my suspicions." He grins and takes a sip of his coffee. "But the main priority is to find dad and get some answers. Because everything else depends on it."

Diego "I had him-"

Five "Yeah and you let him go-"

Diego "He stabbed me."

Lila laughs and offers him a high five, to which he does not contribute too.

Five "Good news is, I know where dad is going." He says as he takes a piece of paper out of his pocket. You sit down next to him and he shows it to you first, before handing it to Diego.

"This is great news!" He smiles and then he hands it over for his brother to read.

Diego "Where did you find this?"

Five "In dad's office, while he was busy stabbing you." He smiles.

Diego *fakes a laugh* "Hoyt Hillenkoetter and the Consulate General of Mexico in Dallas cordially invite you to a gala-"

Elliot "Wait, Hillenkoetter?"

Five "Yeah, why? Do you know em?"

Elliot "Hillenkoetter is one of the Majestic Twelve!"

Diego "The Majestic Twelve?"

Elliot "They are a secret committee of scientists, military, deep state. They are the shadow government." He says as he rummages through some papers on his desk and pulls out a photograph. "Here." He hands it to Five to take a look at. "Kennedy was the first president to ever try to push them into the light but the committee is not one to be toyed with.."

Five looks closer and closer at the picture, "That is Hoyt right there." Elliot said as he pointed to a man.

Diego "I only count eleven."

"Then who is the twelfth?" Five looks at you and then at Diego when he realizes that the twelfth person is their father.

Five "This only means that we need to talk to dad before he goes through whatever the hell the committee is planning."

Diego "We should get ready." Five nods and gulps down the last few sips of his coffee and then he goes into your room to clean himself up.

Lila "You look exhausted darling." She says as you lay your head back against the sofa.

"Sorry.."

Lila "I wasn't asking for an apology, you can't help being tired, Y/n."

You nod and offer her a smile, "Thanks."

Lila "What else is wrong?"

"Just have a lot on my mind."

Diego "That is to be expected." You nod, "But we'll get through it. All of us."

"I know we will."

Diego "You know, I am glad that you are here Y/n. You are a nice addition to this insane, dysfunctional family." You giggle.

"Thank you Diego, that means a lot."

Diego "Of course. If you need anything, I'll gladly help you, alright?" You thank him again, "I mean, I will gladly beat up Five if he ever does anything to you.." you burst out laughing and roll your eyes.

"He is a great husband."

Diego puts his hands up in defense, "Alright, I'm just making sure. But seriously, if you need anything, I'm there."

"Thank you Diego, really..thank you." He pats your hand and gets up from the sofa.

"Come on Lila, we have to get dressed up for the GALA!" He dramatized 'gala' to make us all laugh.

Lila "Yes sir." She solutes him and then winks at you before leaving the room. You begin to rub away the little headache that is starting to form in your brain.

Elliot "That's it, you are staying home!"

"Oh my god."

Elliot "Nope. You are staying home and you are resting with your old dad while Five and Diego go to that Gala."

"But what if-"

Five "You are staying home, hun." You look behind you and see Five standing in your bedroom doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

You huff, "Why?"

Five "Just come here, will you?" You stand up and make your way over to your bedroom and wait for Five to shut the door behind him. "I want you to stay here babe."

"Why? I can help."

Five "I know that you can, but you have helped so much these last few days..you can rest tonight."

"But what if something happens? I can be there to help-"

Five "This is mine and Diego's family business. Our father will not know us and things can get dangerous."

"It already did, Five. Diego got stabbed."

Five "That is my point Y/n, I don't want that to happen to you."

"Have you forgotten that I was the one who trained you, Five?" He snickers and grins. "I showed you everything that you know. I just can't blink like you can, that is the only difference that we have between the two of us."

Five "Baby, I know how strong you are. I know how talented you are at what you do..I just have a gut feeling that you should stay home." You start to walk away from him and you sit down on your bed. He blinks his way over to you instead of walking, which makes you jolt.

"You could've walked."

Five "But where's the fun in that?" He makes you laugh and in return, he laughs. You are the only person that brings him joy. The only person that makes him genuinely happy. "But I am being serious Y/n. Please stay home, for me..stay home."

"Okay. Alright, I will." He blinks long out of relief those words gave him.

Five "Thank you..now come on." He takes your hand.

"Where are we going now?!"

Five "To shower, we need it." Both of you smile and head towards the shower to relax and enjoy each other's company before he leaves for only god knows how long tonight.

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Later that night, you watched Five, Diego and Lila leave to go to that Gala. You really wanted to go with them but Five would not allow it. For some reason, you could not change his mind. So as they went, you stayed back with your dad.

Elliot "Oh, why such a long face?" You just look at him, "Now why such a mad face?" That makes you giggle a bit. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his arms.

"I just have to stop worrying.."

Elliot "Yes, you do. Five is strong-"

"I taught him how to be an assassin."

Elliot's eyes got big, "Of course you did..all of the more reason why you need to stop worrying."

"Mhm.." you get up to get something to drink while your dad turns on the television to see if anything good was on. Sadly, there was nothing on but stupid politics because the president is coming to town. You roll your eyes as you hear some of the bullshit that comes from the news peoples mouths.

Elliot "I know, I know..I'm turning it-" there is a knock on the door, startling the two of you. It couldn't be Five or Diego because Five would have just blinked his way in like he always does. "I got it sweetie." He walks over to the door and opens it. Revealing a huge man in the doorway, carrying some of his belongings.

Elliot "Can I help you?"

The man "I am looking for Five..he's my brother. He said that he would be here." You walk up to him and much to your relief, you see Luther.

Luther "Y/n!" He drops his belongings and pulls you in for a huge bear hug. You almost don't know what to do because you don't know him like you know Diego, but nonetheless, you hug him back.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Luther "Five told me that he would be here..is he?"

"Uh no, him and Diego just left actually."

Luther "Ah, okay. Do you know when he will be back?"

"No," you laugh, "I never know when he will be back."

Luther laughs, "Yeah well neither do his siblings.."

Elliot "Um, you are welcome to stay until he comes back." Luther places his things down on the floor and sinks his body into the sofa. "Bad day?"

Luther "Yeah." He said as he looked around the room, focusing on a bottle of nitrous.

Elliot chuckles, "Want some nitrous?" You roll your eyes.

"That is my que..goodnight boys."

Luther "Uh, you don't want-"

"No, I'll pass. You two have fun though."

Elliot "Goodnight sweetie." You just nod and head to your bed.

You hear the two of them talking gibberish so loudly that you couldn't even rest. You have to admit that some of the things that they would say made you laugh so hard that your stomach started to hurt. But then you would remember that your boys were still at that Gala and you have no idea what is going on. The stress and anxiety it brung you made you feel nauseous. You had to repeat to yourself that he is fine, that he is okay, and that he can handle anything. But even the strongest can be unmatched with a single gunshot. That is what worries you, hell, it worried you while you had to work special jobs for the Handler a few months ago. There was a mole in the Commission and she made you fish him out. Things got messy and you ended up with a bullet wound in your side. You made it out, but the mole didn't. It was either you or him, and you had to live. Yes, you lost an old friend but he turned on you, he gave you no other choice. You put your head in the palm of your hands because you can't believe that you are thinking back on that tragedy. You even find yourself feeling for your scar over top of your shirt.

"Come on, why do you have to do this to yourself?!" You ask yourself. "Come on, pull yourself together..pull yourself together." You repeat to yourself over and over until you stop hyperventilating. Thinking about your past when Five was gone, brings you such heartache that it leaves you shaking in the corner of your room every single time. You found that repeating that same mantra that it calms you down as best as you can without the help of Five. He knows that you struggle and he helps you immensely. So when he was gone, not only did you struggle without him, you had to deal with the loss of him as well. Needless to say, those five years were the worst years of your life.

You force yourself up onto your bed and you position yourself into a tight human ball and hold yourself until you fall asleep from being mentally exhausted.

…

You feel a change in temperature and a flash of blue light comes into your room. You slowly blink your eyes to wake yourself up to find Five sitting at the edge of your bed.

"..hey." you say sleepily. You hear his sniffle before he looks at you. "Five..your nose-"

Five "Yeah, I know." You are wide away now, rushing yourself towards his side. You grab a tissue and start to wipe the little blood that was coming from his left nostril.

"What happened to you?"

Five grunts as he takes off his blazer, "The Swedes were there. They ambushed all of us."

"Oh my god-"

Five "Lila got the guy off of me." He thinks back on that exact moment. He remembers how shocked he was, how puzzled he was on why she would save him over Diego.

"She fought them off of me but not Diego..she has a hard on for Diego!"

"What, do you think that she's-"

Five "Part of the Commission, yes I do."

"If she was, we would know her."

Five "Not if the Handler has been hiding her, Y/n. Why else would she save me, huh?"

"I don't know. Maybe she has grown to like you-"

Five "Come on Y/n, wake up! We worked for that woman for years! She has tried to kill the both of us multiple times! Why is it wrong to think that Lila was sent here to spy on us?" You don't know what to say. All you can do is think. Think back on every time you almost died doing one of her missions, thinking about how you almost lost Five so many times. And how the Handler was always right there, while it was happening. It makes you sad to think that the woman who took you in, could be the woman who is trying to kill you and your husband.

Five "Hey.."

"Hmm? Sorry I was thinking."

Five "Look, I'm not saying that I know for sure but tonight made it pretty damn obvious to me that my suspicions are correct."

"So what do we do?"

Five paces around the room, scratching his head as he walked, "I don't know yet. But I don't want you alone with her, understood?"

"Yeah." He hears the worry in your voice and his anger quickly subsides and his husband-side comes out. He cups your cheeks and he calmly kisses your lips.

Five "I'm sorry for yelling."

"I know. Thank you for telling me your suspicions..and I believe you."

Five nods and places your hair behind your ears, "How was your night?"

"Oh..Luther is here."

Five "WHAT?"

"Yeah uh, he showed up like a half an hour after you all left."

Five "Son of a bitch." He heads for the door but you stop him.

"Him and my dad are high off of nitrous, you aren't going to be able to talk to him tonight."

Five chuckles, "And he's supposed to be the leader in this family." He laughs to himself. "I have to do everything.."

"Not alone Five. Never alone. You have me..remember?"

Five "I know hun, I love you. I love you so much." He holds you before kissing your entire face.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up so we can go to bed."

Five "Sounds amazing." He smiles and lets you help him and clean off the dried blood off of his body. You are used to seeing Five battered so this is nothing new to you. Does it ever get easier? No, of course not. But you have learned how to cope with it and so has Five.

Five "I'm done with this life Y/n. I'm done killing, I'm done working for that woman..I'm done with it all. I just want to live this second chance that we were given..peacefully. Me and you, maybe some kids running around our house..few pets..just peacefully."

You nod, "That sounds like a plan to me."

Five "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Me and you, kids and some pets..what more could a girl ask for?"

Five "I love you."

"And I love you." You finish up and then he pulls you into his arms and holds you as you both fall asleep within minutes of being in bed. The thought of being free and never returning to the Commission, honestly made you fall asleep with a huge smile on your face. Freedom will be the next chapter in your and Five's life. If the two of you make it out of this upcoming doomsday..

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nomanwalksalone · 3 years

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ALTERNATIVE STYLE ICON: JAWN FETTERMAN

by Réginald-Jérôme de Mans

I often spare a thought for my friend, fellow cat lover and erstwhile Elliot Richardson impersonator Derek Guy, who founded a blog called Die, Workwear! and now writes extensively about the wonkiest of workwear, himself sporting Japanese versions more authentic than the originals.

It is easy to write about gestures. About a particular pose that readers can infer stands for sincerity or that authenticity. In that manner, I could write paragraph about paragraph about John Fetterman, the 6’8” tall, imposing and intimidating lieutenant governor of Pennsylvania. He posed for his official portrait in a Dickie’s work shirt, the better to suggest he was down to earth and up for any job, no matter how unglamorous. He had his arm tattooed with the dates of each murder that occurred while he was mayor of the post-industrial town of Braddock! He spurned the official residence of the lieutenant governor to live in a converted car dealership with his wife, a former undocumented immigrant. He punctuates Twitter with the occasional pithy tweet and seems to make most of his appearances in jackets from Carhartt, another no-nonsense workwear brand.

Writers always seek a narrative, and in a profile they often tie together a series of such evocative points – mere details -- in an attempt to suggest something deeper about a subject. Without insight and investigation, though, the result can be as empty as the inside of any connect-the-dots game. There is more to John Fetterman, a man whose momentary Twitter handle, Jawn Fetterman, hinted he’s aware of his meta-workwear style icon status. Derek has pointed out that Fetterman paired his Dickie’s shirts with the high-fashion chops of Martin Margiela side-zip boots. In other words, his embrace of workwear involves some calculation and a broader sense of how to appear

Fetterman himself has stated that he led a “privileged” childhood in York, Pennsylvania, although his parents had not come from money. He holds a graduate degree in public policy from Harvard University’s Kennedy School of Government. As such, his workwear outfits and plain speaking could simply be performative: gestures used to telegraph a pose and to pander while the gesturer upholds the status quo and furthers his own ambitions. He could be like any of the other heavily credentialed miscreants Harvard, Princeton and Stanford seem to pride themselves on producing (After Howard Hunt, Brown instead produced mostly harmless preening dandies.)… We always risk deluding ourselves when someone seems to look a part, to answer to easy expectations. It was a slippery slope to slide from politicians wearing flag pins to literally embracing the American flag on a stage, a gesture of stunning emptiness except for those who wanted to believe.

However, so far Fetterman has shown dedication to practice, not just performance. His degree at Harvard came after work in public service helping students earning GEDs; after Harvard he put his degree and his convictions to work in a struggling town where he continued to teach (even while serving as mayor), reclaimed and renovated houses, and opened community centers. Some of the daring positions he took (such as officiating a same-sex wedding before it was legal, and his current stance on pot legalization in Pennsylvania) certainly have helped raise his stature. However, much else that he’s done, including expressing what seem like realistic assessments of large sections of the American electorate between the coasts, and plans to help them, seems sincere, intelligent and public-spirited. For this moment, at the very least, let him be the Alternative Style Icon we need, if not the one that we deserve: expressively gigantic, self-aware, able to rip an interlocutor to shreds with his gritty wit or his bare hands, a new national presence providing some blessed change…

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ibelieveindragons141 · 4 years

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Diego Hargreeves x reader I Here and There part 2

Part one

Diego Hargreeves x reader Word count: 1923 Warnings: Language

"Hold on," you held up a hand, the other firmly entertained with Diego's. "You're saying that dad assassinated Kennedy?" "Let's not jump to conclusions." Five reasoned. "What the hell else is he doing standing on a grassy knoll, holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact moment the president gets shot?" Diego fired back at him, his grip tightening. "You have to admit, it doesn't look good, Five." Five frowned. Diego got a strange look on his face- similar to Elliot's before he started spouting off about us being aliens. "No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing." "Easy, Diego." You started, but he cut you off. "This is what Hazel was trying to tell you." Diego turned to Five who had an exasperated look on his face. "We have to stop Dad from killing the president." Five rolled his eyes. "Diego, calm down, all right? Dad was no boy scout, but presidential assassination? It's never been his thing." "How would you know?" Diego's voice lowered, you knew you had to put a swift end to this conversation. Five stepped closer to the two of you, a hard glint in his eyes. "You think I had it easy? I was alone for 45 years-" "We don't have the time for this right now!" You interrupted, dropping Diego's hand to stand between the two boys. "He's clearly in Dallas so let's go talk to him. Maybe he can help us fix the timeline." "Dallas is a big place. We need to find him first." Five rolled his eyes again. "Gee, if only we had some magical, old-timey way of finding people and their addresses." Diego opened his mouth to shoot something back at Five's bitter sarcasm, but you cut him off, "alright," you said. "Let's go." _______________________________________________________________ Lila and Diego piled into the car first. As you went to follow, Five gripped your arm and pulled you aside. "Five?" "I need you to find the others," he said. "What? No, I'm helping you find Dad." "We've got it covered. Look, out of the three of us, the others like you the most. They'll listen to you. I need you to bring them back to Elliot's and wait for us there,." You wanted to argue, but upon seeing the desperation in his eyes, nodded in silent agreement. ________________________________________________________________ You knew tracking them down would be hard, but you didn't think it'd be this hard. You managed to find Luther, but he turned you away like he had Five: rather rudely. Vanya was completely M.I.A. and the only Allison in the address book was an "Allison Chestnut." That left Klaus. The only lead you had were some rumors surrounding a magical cult-leader living in a mansion here in Dallas. If anything screamed "Klaus," it was that. Deciding that it was too late to ask around for help without sounding crazy, you headed back to Elliot's. It was dark. The only light filtered down from the second floor, casting a faint orange glow around the space. You walked in to see Lila straddling a very naked Diego. You froze in the doorway. Five sauntered up from behind you. "Oh, he isn't dead." He said casually, as if remarking on the weather. Lila didn't look up, her gaze entirely focused on the man in front of her. Your man. "Disappointed?" She asked, "To see you? Always." Five gave her a tight smile. Why was she sitting on Diego? Was something wrong? Was there something... between them? "So much hostility in such a tiny package. Did you cut yourself shaving? I could teach you to shave like a big boy." No, that's impossible. Diego would never do that to you. Five looked away. "No, I just ran into an old family friend." His cryptic answer was enough to reanimate you. Tearing your gaze away from Diego you asked, "Who?" He remained silent. Lila rolled her eyes. "You still don't trust me?" "Am I supposed to?" Diego groaned. Lila pressed her hands to his lower abdomen gently, but firmly. Lila stared at you. "Are you just going to stand there?" "I-" "Y/n?" Diego's voice was characteristically soft. You hurried over to him and brushed the hair off his forehead. "Hey, you." His lips twitched into a small smile before his eyes slipped closed again. "What happened?" "His Dad," Lila replied bluntly; then climbing off him said, "He's all yours. I'm gonna get some sleep." You perched yourself on the edge of the sofa. You examined the bandages wrapped around his midsection. "Dad did this?" Five gave you a sharp nod. "Pogo," he made a vague gesture at his face, "did this." "Pogo." He waved your surprise away. "Any luck with the others?" You sighed. "No sign of Allison or Vanya. And I might have a lead on Klaus." He considered this for a moment. "Luther?" You crossed your arms. "Luther is a dick." Five cocked his head. "That, we can agree on. You said you have a lead on Klaus?" A nod. "Follow up on it tomorrow." Another nod, and he was gone.

________________________________________________________________ Rays of sun streaming through a window woke you up the next morning. You were still of the sofa, head resting on Diego's chest, a hand carding lazily through your hair. "Diego?" You murmured sleepily. "Y/n?" Your head shot up. Diego. "You're awake! I need to redress your bandages." "Woah, Y/n, sow down." He caught your hand mid-reach to the table beside you. "I will not 'slow down,' you almost bled out!" His eyes softened. "I know, and I'm sorry. But-" "Diego, you're awake. Good." Five strolled into the room with a cup of what was probably his second cup of black coffee. "Five." Diego winced as he tried to sit up. "Did you find anything last night?" "Of course. Unlike you, I can do my job without getting stabbed." "Five," you warned. He waved your comment away. "Y/n, I'll take care of Diego from here. Go find Klaus." You glanced back at Diego who gave you a slight nod. "Fine." You stood and pressed a kiss to Diego's forehead before heading outside. ________________________________________________________________ You stood outside a large, stone building. Klaus lives here? You wondered. The lights were off so you snuck around back. A pale man with long hair and a strange tattoo was drinking on a pink floaty in the swimming pool. "Klaus?" He startled. "Y/n?" "Oh, my God!" You cried, yanking your shoes off to jump into the pool while he awkwardly paddled toward you. The two of you collided, throwing your arms around each other excitedly. "It's really you," you breathed. "I thought I was the only one left." You pulled back and gripped his arms. "We have so much to catch up on." Hopping onto the wall you asked, "So, how did you end up in a place like this?" He reclined on his floaty again. "Oh... you know, dicks, drugs, debuntes. My holy trinity." "Klaus, you started a cult." You kicked at the water, enjoying its coolness against your bare toes. "'Cult' is a very negative word, y/n. We prefer to call it 'an alternative spiritual community,'" Klaus explained. "Nope," you giggled, "You definitely started a cult." "Alright, alright, alright. Enough about me. What about you?" You sighed deeply. Where to begin?________________________________________________________________ "I'm telling you, Diego. I don't trust her. And neither does Five." "So you're siding with Five now?" "Really? That's your takeaway from this?" "I can't do anything right can I?" "Where was she last night?" "What?" "She disappeared, didn't she? Where did she go? We don't know anything about her." "I don't know." "Exactly." "Y/n, why can't you just trust me?" "Why can't you trust me?" Diego opened his mouth, but before he could answer, Five materialized. "I found Vanya."

________________________________________________________________ "Diego," you hissed. "I can't dance." He smirked, "Just follow my lead." He gripped your waist tightly, drawing you close to him. You swayed to the music, focusing only on the rhythm and the feeling of Diego pressed up against you. "Diego, about earlier..." "I'm sorry." "What?" "I was being stupid and defensive and I'm sorry." You smirked, "That sounded physically painful." "I-" You pulled him down by his collar and kissed him deeply. His brought a hand up to tangle in your hair. "I love you," he murmured against your lips. You brought your mouth to his ear, "I love you, too," you whispered softly. He suddenly tensed. "Diego?" "Mom?"

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"Five!" You cried as a white-haired man flipped him over his shoulder and slammed the 45 year old teenager into the floor. Diego gasped from behind you, a leather strap wrapped around his neck. "Shit, Diego!" You flipped your wrist and sent a wave of purple energy at the man. Diego dropped to the ground. He looked up at you and his face twisted in panic. "Wha- AH!" The third man had snuck up behind you and punched you in the back of the head with his metal knuckles. Diego struggled to his feet to help you, but the man you'd sent flying was back and began throwing punches. Despite staggering back from the blow, you stayed standing and whirled around to face him. Your fists were coated in purple as you fired shot after shot at him. He dodged every one. You raised an eyebrow. "Not bad." He remained impassive. "But not good enough." He cocked his head. Putting your hands together, you focused your energy on him and threw him through the wall. Lila came running up the stairs; she met your eyes then looked back at Five who was getting his ass kicked. You nodded and both sprinted in opposite directions- you to Diego, and her to Five. ________________________________________________________________ "One of us is dead." Diego said, staring down at his plate. Klaus started talking to something behind him, must be a ghost. "Regardless," Reginald said, what would possess me to adopt eight ill-mannered malcontents?" "We all have special abilities," explained Five. Diego slid the photograph of Reginald at the assassination across the table. "Explain that," he demanded. Reginald Hargreeves stared hard at it then looked up, almost disappointingly, at Diego. "Well. I suppose you've solved it. You'e single-handedly unearthed my nefarious plot. Is that what you want to hear? You fancy yourself a do-gooder? The last man who will save us from our descent into corruption and conspiracy? This is a fantastic delusion. You're a tragic man, desperately unaware of his own insignificance; desperately clinging to his own ineffectual reasoning." You were frozen. Diego was too, until he sunk back down into his seat beside you. Instead of responding, or firing back some rude remark, he stuttered out a weak, "You're wrong." You immediately grabbed his hand and said loudly, "how dare you. You have no right to speak to him like that, to any of us like that. You're a monster who bought children and turned them into soldiers." "Y/n, your hand." You stared down at the hand not holding Diego's and saw it sparking with violet light. Five, seizing the moment to change the subject, said, "Look, we have a catastrophic war coming in five days. We need to figure out how to stop it." A/n: I'm working on the third and final part. I'll have it up as soon as I can! As always, thanks for reading and lmk what you think :) Tag list: @jasminhargreeves

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Name/Nickname: emma/roo

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Song stuck in my head: drought by andrew belle

Last movie: outside the wire

Last Show: snowpiercer

When did I create this blog: pfffffff idk

What do I post: random shit on this blog, original content on @zombiedadjokes

Last thing googled: what is dream smp (a fucking rabbit hole, is the answer)

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Dream job: stable foreman/assistant trainer at a racing stables, or trainer if i can also have someone rich paying for everything because financial responsibility is not the dream. i will also accept olympic showjumper or best-selling author. or both.

Dream trip: working trip to germany or something. ride pretty horses, get free lessons. i would also like to work in america but like, get ur shit together first guys.

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Last book read: scythe by i don’t know who. it was bland.

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 5 years

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Rookie (Leon Kennedy x Reader) Chapter 9/?

Words: 2,862

Warnings: none

A/N: yesterday and the day before were the 21st anniversary of the events of RE2!

"Ada, where are you?" Leon called into the abyss.

The words "over here!" Echoed through the room. Within the darkness, he could only catch a glimpse of red. He ran over to where he saw it, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light. He could make out her arms, her legs, and finally her face. Then he saw the shrapnel. It’s metallic sides reflected the beam of light from his flashlight. He looked closer; it had torn through her pantyhose and was imbedded in her thigh.

"I can't get it out," Ada sighed shamefully. Leon kneeled down and gave her a look as if he were asking for permission. She rolled her eyes. “Oh, just do it already! I can't walk like this!"

"Ok... It's gonna hurt," he replied. One hand rested on her thigh while the other gripped the piece of metal. He counted to three, then pulled it out as quick as he could. Ada tried hard not to show her pain, but a whimper still passed through her lips. “Hold on," Leon told her, rifling though his pocket for first aid supplies. He pulled out a roll of bandages and disinfectant and began tending to Ada’s wound.

You were just now turning the corner to where Leon and Ada were, since Leon had run ahead. Looking past the mound of garbage, you saw him bandaging her up. it wasn't an inherently romantic gesture, but it still felt off. Maybe it was something about the way he touched her, or maybe it was just jealousy. You shook that thought away, realizing you were blowing things out of proportion. It was probably nothing.

But then it wasn't nothing.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," Leon moved closer to Ada. "You protected me, now it's my turn." You noticed he didn't say "us," he said "me." Leon held her hand and helped her up. "Grab my shoulder" he said.

"Don't push it, Rookie" she replied. He smirked. You could tell he enjoyed women who were hard to crack, women like Ada.

"Ok, just trying to help." he said, that stupid smile still hadn’t left his face.

You and him weren't a thing. You were just two people trying to survive the apocalypse. So him and Ada shouldn't have bothered you. But you felt the tension, and as much as you'd hate to admit it, you liked him. A lot. It wasn't professional, and you gave yourself hell for it, but maybe, if the two of you made it out, you would want something more. But with one flutter of her lashes, Ada beat you.

"Y/N," Leon called. The two of them had just noticed you. "I found her," he smiled, your way this time.

"Great" you forced a smile back.

There was a moment, just before Leon had said something to you, that your face held your true feelings. A micro-expression, if you'd even call it that. Leon didn't catch it, but Ada did, and she caught on quick.

"Let's go," Leon said, trying to help Ada walk, though she was refusing.

"To where?" You asked.

"If you two really want to help, then we've got to get to the NEST." Ada said, limping through the ankle-deep water as quick as she could.

"The NEST?" Leon asked.

"Umbrella's lab, right beneath us" she replied. "Annette let it slip, that's where the virus samples are."

You noticed that she would only made eye contact with Leon when talking, and he did the same.

"You up for this?" Ada asked Leon.

"Think I can't fit it in my schedule," he said, the corners of his mouth twisting into a smirk.

You felt like you were going to throw up.

"And how about you?" Ada called over to you. You hesitated a moment, surprised she acknowledged you.

"What do I have to lose?" You said. It wasn’t a lie.

"Then come on. We've got work to do" So the three of you headed off. And you were now the unofficial third-wheel.

Ada held her wristband against the scanner, and the doors to the cable car opened. Leon headed inside and looked around the car. Ada trudged over to a bench, sitting down and resting her weight on her good leg. You just stood in the corner. You didn't want to get too close to Ada or Leon after what you had just seen, so you just looked down.

"This may be a one way ride, so be prepared, Leon." Ada spoke up. He pulled the lever on the control board anyway, starting the car's descent to the lab below. It was silent for a moment as Leon looked out the window of the cable car.

"You know what I was thinking?" Leon began, "I can't wait for the FBI to raid umbrella headquarters and bring those bastards to justice!" He spoke to Ada.

"I agree... but to be clear, you're not working under official capacity," she looked at Leon, and glanced at you for a moment, before speaking again, "This is a federal case. Once we get the G-Virus, I'm back on my own"

Leon clenched his jaw, looking away from her. He pondered what she said: So she wants help to get the virus but that's it? She just wants to be left alone and injured after the job is done? Of all people, an FBI agent should know that plan wouldn’t work. Unless she knew something he didn’t...

"Hey, Leon... trust me?" She asked as if she knew she said something wrong. He bounded up the steps towards her.

"You trust me?" He raised his voice; he already knew the answer.

"Honestly... If i didn't, you'd probably be dead," she said. A lie, you thought.

"Right..." he said, unconvinced as well.

Ada felt her plan was beginning to crumble. When she first met you and Leon, she just wanted you out of her hair, but you both were so skillful and she realized that the two of you could be useful. Thought as much as she wanted to count on both of you for help, though, she could only trust Leon. Because Leon wanted to believe in good, in justice, and in the government. She hadn't known him very well, but he was clearly a rookie. He was too trusting, and that's what made him so special. You, on the other hand, had doubts from the beginning. Ada knew you wouldn't pull though, you asked too many questions. So, in the hope of saving her plan, she played the victim card.

"Look, I thought I might need your help, and I was right," she said, looking into Leon's eyes as if she were looking for any hint of pity. "If you can secure the G-Virus, then I can make sure what happens in raccoon city never happens again." She glanced in your direction, and with one look she knew you weren't buying it.

"Ada..." Leon began, sitting beside her, "you said it yourself. It's a federal case. Look, I already-"

"Leon, look at me." She interrupted him. She knew only one way to keep a man from asking questions. She also knew that this certain strategy would likely split you and Leon apart, which would play out better in her favor. She saw the look on your face when Leon and helped her with her leg, she saw the glances and felt the tension. She wasn’t stupid; she knew you liked him. But she liked her job, and that would always win over anyone’s feelings. She looked at you, and then back at Leon. "I'm a liability now," she said, feigning shame. "If I'm gonna finish this case you're the last hope I've got."

You watched as she slid her hand over Leon's thigh, lightly squeezing as she looked into his eyes. She was playing him, you knew it. But it didn't hurt any less. He turned away slightly.

"I'm not just gonna leave you here, what if you're attacked?, what if you need help-"

Ada cut him off again, this time pressing her lips against his. Her hands cupped the sides of his face, and she quickly glanced at you to see if you were looking. You were. And though the look in your eyes made her feel a little guilty, it was nothing she couldn't get over.

Ada was sexy, smart, and such a horrible person. You knew it. You were right all along. She was nothing but a master manipulator and Leon was just the naive rookie who fell for it. You knew she didn't care for Leon, but you knew he cared for her. She won, and whatever plan she was up to he would help her with it. You never made a move on him because you knew everyone at the precinct would've called it irresponsible, but maybe if you had, Leon would trust you over Ada. He wasn't blameless in this either, and just as quick as your heart broke, the sadness was gone and replaced with anger.

Ada pulled away just as the cable car stopped moving, and once the door opened, you stormed out.

"Y/N, wait!" He yelled, jumping up from his seat and following after you. Ada crossed her arms as she watched Leon walk away, she knew her plan worked.

You heard his footsteps from behind you as you walked towards the automatic door entrance to the lab. Pressing the button, you hoped it would open quick enough that you could still avoid Leon.

"For your safety, stand clear until the doors are fully open," an automated voice said. Great, there was more then one door. You crossed your arms. Just as the first one finished opening, the second one started, revealing a third door. Leon was behind you now.

"Y/N..." he began, trying to look into your eyes but your gaze fixed on the final door as it was opening.

"I don't have an issue with you and Ada," you began, clearly a lie, "but she's using you and I can't believe you're letting her."

He paused, processing what you just said, then gave a shocked laugh. “Oh, so she actually makes a move and you accuse her of using me?" He replied.

"How can you be so oblivious? She's been rude and condescending to us all night and now that you've proven yourself capable she wants a kiss?” You glared at him "she's using you to do her dirty work." The third door finally opened, and you walked into the dark facility.

"How can you be so sure?" He scoffed. You turned around, Leon was walking behind you.

"Because I was a woman on the force. When I was tired of paperwork I'd just bat my lashes and Elliot or David would come help me,"

"So you manipulated them? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"It's what she's doing to you. I hate that you can't see it!" You glared at him. The lab was dark, so you couldn't tell the expression on his face. He stood silent for a moment, leaving you in anticipation for his reaction.

"And so what if she's using me?" He began, crossing his arms. "The government needs the sample and Ada's too injured to get it. It's up to us now. I'm sorry she kissed me, but we should talk about that later. Let’s just get the sample and get the hell out of here. It’s useless to argue about it.”

You knew he was right, and as much as you wanted to stay angry at him, you knew it wasn't going to achieve anything.

"Fine," You said, "but you better be right. I still don't trust her." He laughed.

"Oh I know you don’t.” he said, walking past you. The lights of the lab turned on from the sudden motion, and you could finally see your surroundings. You were in a lobby, seemingly untouched by the chaos that brought down the rest of the city. The automated voice began speaking again. "Welcome to nest, enjoy your visit!"

So this was Umbrella’s secret lab, from just the looks of the lobby, it was a very expensive facility. The walls and floors were tiled white and still shone like they were just cleaned.

You walked over to the receptionist desk, stepping behind it and looking around. There wasn't much on the desk except for the PC and a flash drive, the PC was still on. You swiveled the mouse, waking up the PC and let your curiosity get the best of you. Most of the files were encrypted, but lucky for you the attendance log was still open. You looked over the names, times, and dates and something seemed wrong about them. Maybe it was because the file was oddly named the "nap room log" or maybe it was because the last person, Wayne Li, never left. You looked back down at the flash drive again and it hit you: whatever is on Umbrella’s servers, it could bring them to justice. So you saved the log, hopefully you'd find out what it means.

"You almost done?" Leon asked, waiting for you to finish. You ignored him and pulled the drive out of the computer. "Silent treatment, huh?"

"Not silent treatment, just selective speech"

You replied, hiding the flash drive in your pocket.

"You look done to me. Let’s get going." He said, waiting expectantly.

"What are you in a rush for? You can't wait to see Ada again?" You mocked him.

"I just want to get out of this city as quick as I can," he said. You sighed, one thing he was good at was diffusing a situation. He gestured for you to come with him, and you did. The two of you fell into a tense silence.

The hallways, though fully lit and perfectly clean, were unsettling. Maybe it was like the calm before the storm, you thought. You held onto your gun a little tighter than before.

You were right about the calm before the storm, because turning a corner changed it all. Blood was everywhere, on the floor, the walls, and when you looked up, you froze. Blood was on the ceiling too, along with claw marks. You grabbed Leon's arm, pulling him back.

"Hey" he said. you threw your hand over his mouth, it was too late. Claws could be heard scratching against the ceiling as not only one, but two Lickers galloped toward you. Leon grabbed you and ran out of the way, hiding in the corner of the hall. Just a moment later, the lickers were where you previously stood. Leon pulled you toward him, one arm around your waist and one on the back of your head, pushing you into his chest. You shut your eyes tight, burying your face into his shirt. You could hear his heart beat, strong and quick and loud, oh so loud. You prayed that they couldn't hear it. Or yours, which you bet was beating just as loud. Leon's shirt muffled your quick breathing, but he himself wasn't so lucky.

Leon watched as the two lickers listened for a sound. They were just feet away now. Any sudden movements, and you both would be dead before you even had the chance to pull out a gun. He so badly wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't take them off the creatures. He could finally take a good look at them, though he wished he didn’t. They looked like creatures that had just crawled from hell, with all of their juicy tendons and muscles on the outside of their bodies. He tried to control his ragged breathing and his gag reflex, but it each step the lickers took made it harder for him.

You heard his heartbeat quicken even more. This must be the end, you thought. And though Leon couldn't save you, You dug your fingers into the sides of his shirt anyway. Leon held his breath, but you could still hear his heart pounding in his chest.

After what felt like an eternity, the lickers made their way back down the hallway and around another corner. Leon slumped his shoulders and let go of the breath he was holding. His arms found his way back to his sides. You quickly separated from him, looking anywhere but his face. It wasn't until you let go, though, that you realized how comfortable that position was.

Leon locked eyes with you, and for a second he gave you a smile, the same cocky, teasing smile he showed Ada just a little while ago. Your heart skipped a beat. But he liked Ada, and there was no denying that. You crossed your arms and turned away from him. Still, no matter what you did, you couldn't stop thinking about that embrace. Stupid Leon with his stupid perfect body and his stupid perfect face and his stupid cute personality.

You shook those thoughts away, for you know you had to face those lickers again to get the sample. You looked down at your watch, 3:47 am. This night was far from over.

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leonkennedystuff · 5 years

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breathe (leon kennedy x reader)

[REmake!Leon]

Summary: Hours into the Raccoon City outbreak and trying to survive it, Leon tries to get reader to recover from the chaos.

Warnings: talks about death

Part 1 of 2

With a heavy grunt, your body tilts to the side as your balance momentarily tips over. Thankfully, you manage to shift your gravity back to the center of your feet when you push the last wooden shelf barricading the rest of the motel lobby out of the way, comforted by the fact that your back was covered.

Even with that sense of security though, your heartbeat still turns erratic with fear - your eyes wasting no time darting forward to scan if your vicinity was clear from those creatures - creatures that were swarming every corner you went; you’d think they came from the bottom pits of hell.

The undead - as impossible as it sounds, were roaming the earth and wreaking havoc upon the living. It was surreal, like a nightmare come to life in all its vivid horror, but you couldn’t wake up from it no matter how hard you tried.

You’ve been running around the city with a rookie cop for a couple of hours now, but it felt like eternity since you’ve last seen civilization not hanging by a thread. You were dead tired, close to passing out you thought, but seeing all that you had tonight - you didn’t think it would be possible to sleep a wink.

Never-ending streams of blood darker than rubies, mangled bodies, groans of the living turning into the dead, blood-curdling screams, the deafening sound of gunshots, and those creatures - they were burned at the back of your head, branded by it, your thoughts replaying every scene of this night as if it was the only memory it knew.

No one that you’ve met in this frenzy had any idea why this was happening - and most of them were never going to. Marvin, Elliot, Sheriff Daniel - officers you’ve met so briefly - they were never going to see another light of day.

Your face immediately stings at the thought and you close your eyes, your heart feeling like it could crack. Out of all the moments you’ve had tonight, this might be one of the hardest your guilt was hitting you.

You couldn’t get it out of your head - if only you came sooner, you could’ve saved them.

“(Y/N), hey, everything alright?” Leon Kennedy, the rookie cop, breaks your reverie from behind you. His footsteps were a little loud as they crunched beneath fallen glass and debris but his voice was the total opposite, it was gentle and soft.

With your heart feeling tender, you felt like you could cry. You don’t though, so you try to rub at your eyes as inconspicuously as you can to remove the moisture in them.

Apocalypse or not, you weren’t going to break down in front of a total stranger, or anyone for that matter. You weren’t the type, you never have been and with the situation at hand, you never will be.

“Yeah, we’re clear.” You answer a little too timidly.

Nevertheless, you walk ahead of him again and began your thorough searching, going through the front desk and the reception area to make sure you don’t miss anything you could loot that could be of use for you both.

You really did need to stock on some items but you knew inside that you wanted to distract yourself. Your mind felt like a dangerous place right now and you needed to be away from it.

“Maybe we should check the rooms?” You quietly suggest to Leon, craning your neck so you could look at him for the first time in almost 15 minutes. You find that his ocean-blue eyes were already on you, focused - they were determined, brave, yet held a softness to them that you’ve come to see was so evident in his personality and character.

Your stomach faintly churns and you immediately shoot down the sudden feeling, as well as the small wave of warmth washing over your chest.

He looked hesitant with your recommendation but he had every right to be - the last thing you both needed was a corpse or a hoard of them chasing you in this tight and compact place.

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” He thinks out loud and you agree, scratching that option and deciding it was stupid.

“You’re right, it’s too risky. Let’s keep searching out here then,” You reconcile and both of you go through the corridors. You on the left and him on the right.

Much to your dismay, you almost reach the end of the messy red hallway to find nothing. Your crestfallen state falters a bit though when Leon calls your name.

“(A/N), look!” He muses but still keeping his voice low. You avert your attention from a vitamin bottle peeking out of a fallen suitcase and were debating whether or not to stash it.

“What?” You pipe, hope clinging to your chest that maybe it was another weapon, ammo, or water. Instead, your eyes stretch to the size of dinner plates.

Leon had one hand wrapped around a room’s doorknob, twisting it ever so slightly to show you it was unlocked. You reach out fast to pull his hold away from it.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” You whisper with haste. He chuckles softly at your banshee state, quick to reassure you. “Nothing’s in there, I promise.” He says.

You blink at him, unable to follow how he came to that conclusion. “How do you know that?” You ask him rhetorically, obviously not convinced.

He shoots you a boyish yet coy smile, his finger raising up and pointing at an empty slot that used to be a peep hole. He gestures for you to take a look so you do.

As he moves out of the way, you lean into the door and shut the eye that wasn’t looking through the space. The room was scattered with papers and items were strewn all over the place but Leon was right; the room was empty. Despite that, you didn’t want to get your hopes up just yet. It’s was too dangerous.

You recline from the door, looking back at him still with skeptical eyes. “We can’t be too sure though,” You try to reason with him.

He understands your doubt, he does, but he understood too that you needed a breath from all this, even for a few minutes to just sit and rest.

He was no fool - he knew that you thought of him as unsuspecting, naive albeit he could be, but he could see through your tough facade. He was a cop after all, he had to learn how to read demeanor in academy but, importantly, he was human too.

He didn’t doubt your strength though, not at all, but you were afraid, confused, scared and scarred with everything - he was also, but what mattered to him was your well-being. With all that you’ve both been through, your strength wavered and he knew you needed to recompose your bearings.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to convince such a logical mind like yours - hell, he couldn’t definitively say himself that the room was clear but his gut told him so and he just knew it was true. Still, he couldn’t tell you that because, having known you for the past few hours, you’d walk right away from the door.

“Just... trust me, (Y/N).” He simply says.

Every fiber in your being sang with alert and you practically see red with all the flags raised from that completely illogical explanation but, for some reason - out of all the times you give fate a chance - you confide in it, in him - a complete stranger.

This is a death wish being written and all you could do is pray you both weren’t going to be the protagonists of its pages. Maybe it’s the fatigue or maybe it’s what’s left of your naïve hope that was allowing you to nosedive into danger.

It was crazy, you were crazy - maybe you are going crazy?

Before you had the chance to gather your wits and back out, it was too late - Leon had already opened the door.

Your breath hitches painfully in your throat as your whole body goes rigid, preparing for your life to flash before your eyes as a flesh-eating monster comes to rip you both to shreds... but nothing comes.

Subconsciously, you notice Leon exhale unsteadily behind you, deflating with solace. You couldn’t believe it - even he was unsure.

“We’re safe,” He smiles softly, following the back of your head as you take some cautious steps inside the room. “You’re safe.”

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silentwhispofhope · 5 years

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Paroxyism (Leon Kennedy X Reader) Report 3

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You hand began to shake rapidly, making the hand gun harder to hold. Slowly, a figure came out. He held his hands up as he began to stand up. The black man wore a blue police uniform. Gazing to his chest, you noticed a gold badge with bright blue text. LIEUTENANT RACCOON CITY.

"Lieutenant Branagh?" You asked.

The man gave you a small nod. Dropping the gun to your side, he lowered his arms.

"Who are you?"

"(F/N) (L/N). I was sent to see why we haven't been getting any reports from here," you told him. You muttered under your breath, "Power outage my ass."

A sharp feeling surged up you injured side. Dropping to the ground, you gripped your side. Pain raced through you. How did you not feel this before? Footsteps rushed towards you from who you presumed was Branagh.

"Where you bitten?" He urgently asked you as he gripped your shoulders.

"What? No! My car rollover on the way here," you replied.

Lieutenant Branagh scooped his arm under your uninjured one. You flinched in response.

"Elliot, get your ass over here," he demanded.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a brunet come out from a police desk. You quickly recognized the police uniform to be the same as Branagh's. Soon, both of the men were carrying you to table. Elliot quickly pushed everything off, and you were sent down as gently as possible. In reality, you landed with a hard thud.

"There's a first aid kit in my pocket," you recalled.

As one of them pulled the kit out, you pulled your shirt. You let out a grunt in pain as you saw a large red bruise sprawled out on your skin. Purple splotches littered it. You could faintly see it wrap around your side. Hitting your head back on the table, you knew there wasn't much you could do about it. Elliot lifted your shoulder as he attempted to take off your sweatshirt.

"Holy crap," you heard him mutter.

Glancing to your arm, shards of glass poked out. You quickly rested your uninjured arm over your eyes.

"We need to remove the glass," Branagh states somewhere from your right.

"There's tweezers in the kit," you replied.

Branagh took this as a sign to go ahead. Your body stiffened up as you anticipated the pain to come. Before you could register your thoughts, you felt pressure on a glass shard. You bit the inside of your mouth to keep yourself from yelling in agony. This didn't go unnoticed as the two cops began to talk.

"Elliot, distract her."

"Ah- shit. Okay. Okay, um, so state police huh?" You heard him stutter.

You let out a raspy laugh at his poor attempt at starting a conversation. It instantly stopped when you felt another shard be pulled out. "I'm actually a forensic scientist."

"Really?"

"Yes. I knew I would be dealing with dead bodies, but this is ridiculous," you joked and prepared yourself once again. A small smile graced your face. It quickly disappeared.

"Why would they send you?"

"Apparently everyone else was busy, and I'm one of the rookies." You grimaced. The pressure on your arm disappeared. Some of the pain was replaced by a stinging sensation. Lifting up your uninjured arm, you were temporary blinded by the light.

“You think you can do the rest, (F/N)?" Branagh asked?

You shakily nodded your head. As you attempted to sit up, the two cops helped. Rotating on your butt, your legs dangled over the side of the table. You felt you should save the gauze. Something was telling you would need it later.

As you grabbed several bandaids and Neosporin, you asked, "How long has it been like this?"

"Over a week," Lieutenant Branagh replied, crossing his arms.

"Shit," you croaked. "I wish I would've come sooner."

You continued to ask questions to the police officers as continued to dress your wounds. You learned that they didn't know how many survivors there were and Chief Irons had isolated himself in his offices. You could tell the two were pissed off. They also told you that there was one other cop, but the two haven't seen him in several hours. By the time you had finished bandaging yourself, very few bandaids were left over. Letting out a small curse, you would have to remember to get more. As you were about to hop off the desk, Branagh set his hand on your shoulder.

“It would be best if you didn't move. Here."

The Lieutenant held out his hands. In one was a water bottle and in the other was a blue pill. You quickly realized it to be a painkiller. Gladly, you took them and chugged the water. Leaving some in the bottle, you took the opportunity to wash off the zombie saliva on your cheek. You watched as Elliot pulled over Branagh, and whispered something in his ear. The lieutenant nodded his head, and the cop disappeared from sight. You saw him exit through what you presumed was the east section of the building. Raising an eyebrow, Branagh answered you with a cross of his arms.

Shrugging your sweatshirt back on, you finally began to look at the room you were in. A soft, yellow glow lit the room and provide a heavy mood. It was almost religiously decorated with wood furniture. Papers laid scattered across the floor and desks, and several electrical panels were duct tape shut. Finally, you gazed at the statue above you. Made of a pearly, white marble, it stood with grace. It almost reminded you of the Statue of Liberty and probably belonged in a museum. What struck you peculiarly was the base at which it stood on. You could see very faint cracks in it. A small panel was also set in it. Before you could analyze it further, a cough caught your attention. You turned you attention back Branagh.

"Get some rest rookie. You're going to need it."

There it was. That stupid nickname. You refrained yourself from rolling your eyes an agreed to his idea. Exhaustion had swept over you. Sleep sounded great right now. You slowly slid down from the table, trying to worsen your injuries. As you laid on the floor, a grumble rumbled from your stomach. You mentally groaned as you realized you had skipped lunch. The lieutenant quickly took noticed of this.

"I'll go get you some food."

"You really don't need to do that," you replied quickly.

"We needed to go get some anyways," he turned away. "You'll be safe in here, just don't go out exploring."

The man quickly vanished, and you suddenly realized how terrifying the atmosphere was. The building would occasionally groan, and you could hear deadly groans in the distance. Flipping up your hood, you leaned back on the receptionist desk. You brought your knees to your chest and placed you head on them. You let out a shaky breath as you closed your eyes. This was not how you imagined your day was going to go. Gradually, you drifted off to sleep.

You were abruptly awaken by the sounds of gunshots. Jumping slightly, you barely recognized the place you were in. Then it dawned on you. Raccoon City. The car crash. The zombies. You groaned out loud when you realized that not of this was a dream. The shots had stopped, which sent you into a small panic. Scrambling onto your feet, you tried to determine where the sound had come from. You turned towards a nearby computer and rushed towards it. Your navy hood fell in the process. Quickly pulling up the camera feed, you saw Branagh fighting off a hoard of zombies. At the top of the corner, you saw the camera was recording from the west section. You grabbed your gun and sprinted towards his location. The light flickered off, and you had to resort to using your flash light. Resting it under your gun, you continued to search for the policeman. Eventually, you stumbled upon a wooden door with scratch marks. Slamming the door open, you pointed your gun around wildly. You quickly saw the familiar man as he struggled.

“Get down!" You yelled.

He quickly did as he was told as you hastily shot at the creatures around him. When the last one had fallen, you rushed over to Lieutenant Branagh. Before you could say anything, you saw the growing red spot on his stomach. Claw and teeth marks dug deep into the wound.

"Shit," you muttered as you realized you weren't fast enough to save him.

"Help me get back to the main hall," he groaned out in pain.

You looked at him with concern and reluctantly nodded. As you were about for take the lead, you felt Branagh place a hand on your shoulder. He held out a small knife.

"Use this. It'll attract less of those things," he told you.

Taking the melee weapon, you set your gun in its holster. You continued in front of him. You quickly took out as many as could, refraining from physically touching the zombies. The sounds of metal sinking into flesh made you cringe. You had to internally remind yourself that these people weren't alive anymore. They were monsters that could harm and kill more. Eventually, the two exited the west section of the building. But before you could let out a sigh of relief, sounds of panic came from the monitoring computer. Hurrying towards it, you flicked through the cameras before finally settling on one with a man running in panic. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the lieutenant close the gate from the area you came from.

"What is it?" Branagh asked.

"Someone's in the east hall, but I don't know exactly where. It looks like he's another survivor," you trailed off for a moment. "And several zombies are chasing him."

You quickly pulled up the map and attempted to find familiar landmarks that might help identify where he was. As you continued to search, you noticed the sounds of familiar sounds of death. Glancing up from your computer, you noticed Branagh already heading towards gate in a back room marked with 'KEEP OUT' in bold letters. Following after him, you saw the man from the camera attempt to crawl out as a zombie grabbed at him.

"God dammit!" He yelled out in frustration.

The two of you quickly jumped into action. You quickly grabbed his arms and pulled him out of the creature's reach.

"Watch out!"

"Got it!" Branagh responded.

Branagh grabbed the large rolling door, and smashed the zombie's head with force. Blood and tissue flew onto the floor. It look like it's head had exploded. Heavy breathing came from all of you.

"You're safe...for now," the cop told the stranger. Branagh grimaced in pain as he fell back onto the door for support.

"Thanks," the dirty blonde stranger uttered.

"Marvin Branagh."

"Leon Kennedy."

The man you now knew as Leon Kennedy turned towards you, waiting for a response.

"(F/N) (L/N)," you replied.

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A/N: I hope you all really enjoyed the chapter! I feel really brain dead now. Just this week I had to write three essays for school. Drama club just started back up, and I'm a head for costumes once again! I'll try to update as much as possible! Anyways, thank you once again!

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader

Chapter 10- The End of Something Part 1

Summary: After the painful battle to get Vanya back, you then watched as Diego attempted to save the president. Failing in the process. Now here you are, facing the forces of evil, just trying to find a way home.

Tagged: @white-wolf-buckaroo @2cuteforyourlies @la-vie-en-amour1 @fandomoverlord221 @thatfandombitcch

You sit on the bottom steps inside of Elliot’s place, listening to the tv reporter drawl on and on about the dealings and names of you and the other Hargreeves. Raising your eyebrows when he called you, a former bartender who had a reputation for purposefully injuring customers. Yeah, when they were harassing random people who just wanted to have a good time in peace, you think angrily to yourself.

You sit back, listening in amusement to the six of them bicker about letting Kennedy die, being wanted criminals, and where all of you should go. Klaus adding input about some weird place with friendly but strange people. And Five promptly turning it down, explaining how the Commission will never stop hunting all of you down, no matter where we all go. Diego cutting in with his own understanding of how they will, in fact do just that. Five giving him a confused face, “I’m sorry, since when are you an expert on the Commission?” Questions Five, intently staring at Diego.

“Since I got back from there.” He answers turning to look at Five’s even more bewildered face, giving Diego a short, “What?”

“Yeah, they headhunted me and Y/N, she wasn’t there for the briefing, but they offered us a job. Full time with benefits, which I had to turn down.” He explains casually to Five.

Five’s eyebrows raise in suspicion, “They headhunted you, the village idiot.” Five quips, chuckling in puzzled amusement.

Diego looks at him, offended by his smaller brothers disbelief in him achieving something for once, “What, am I not allowed to be headhunted? Only the almighty Five needs to be in demand?” Diego growls at him, annoyed that Five seriously can’t fathom him in charge of anything.

Five shakes his head, “Diego, you’re not Commission material, all right? Got an obstinate nature to ya.” He says matter-of-factly, earning an offended look from Diego.

Five then points out, turning to you, “Now, Y/N on the other hand. I can see why they would recruit her. She’s got a strong will in the face of danger, and never compromises a well thought out plan. Also she can’t die, so that’s a loaded benefit.” He adds, nodding to you, then looking up smartly at Diego. You turn to Diego, giving him a wink with a delighted smirk. He rolls his eyes, presumably at the both of you.

“Who do you think it was that figured out Vanya was the one that causes doomsday and stopped it? Me. That’s who.” Diego snaps.

“Hey!” Klaus says in defense of Vanya, a hand sassily on his slender hip.

“I figured it all out on the Infinite Switchboard.” He says while smiling and leaning in closer to a confused Five. “You were on the Infine Switchboard?” Five questions.

“Hell yeah. I made that machine my bitch.” He says smiling excitedly while looking at you first and then the others. “Y’all need to recognize I got shit going on y’all don’t even know about.” He snaps back, starting to sound like he’s spent too much time in Texas.

Allison’s head snaps up from her own seated position higher up on the staircase, “Oh, sorry. You’ve got things going on?” She asks him, wide eyed.

“This isn’t helpful.” Mutters Luther while looking at the ground, tired of everyone’s nonsense.

Vanya silently turns to walk up the stairs, passing by a laughing Klaus, amused by Five and Diego’s heated squabbling about the Commission.

You get up off the bottom steps, stepping between Diego and Five, walking yourself over to where Luther is standing. As Diego continues to sass Five, “Look, I met the Résistence in their secret lair. All right? I went through orientation and I passed and stopped doomsday.” Huh, did he now? If you weren’t to busy blacking out from getting electrocuted then maybe you could have joined him. Oh, well.

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You and the others start bickering back and forth about where to go or what to do next. Calling each other out for stupid shit and just genuinely being disagreeable. You hear the sound of keys jingle and the familiar pattern of Vanya’s footsteps, as she runs down the stairs opposite of the rest of you. All standing in your various spots around the middle of the room, you look up at her. She makes eye contact with you for a split second, a worried expression clear on her bright features. “I’m leaving.” She says quickly, looking to each of you expectantly.

“What? To go where?” Announces Allison loudly, confused as to why her sister suddenly wants to leave their temporarily only safe place.

“Sissy’s farm. Something’s wrong with Harlan, and I need to help him.” She replies, anxiously.

Luther speaks up, stepping in closer to your tiny group of 5, all staring at Vanya wondering why of all times would she need to visit someone right now, “Vanya, we need to stick together, okay? Now more then ever.” He assures her. You can’t disagree there.

She steps up closer to the rest of you a pleading look in her eyes, “That’s why I’m telling you this. Whatever’s going on with Harlan, I think I might have caused it” she tells you all, jeesh no wonder she looks so worried.

You shake your head, furrowing your brows, “How’s that even possible?” You ask her.

Sighing she continues her explanation, “He drowned, and, uh, somehow I was able to bring him back to life. And now it’s like we’re connected.” Her face a greater mix of fear and uncertainty.

“Wh... What does that even mean?” Wonders Luther, equally as perplexed as the rest of you.

“I don’t know. I can’t explain, but... I know that he needs my help.” She pauses for a moment before sighing softly, “I need your help, too. I’m scared. And for the first time in my life, I don’t wanna do it alone. I want my family by my side.” She ends with, looking pleadingly at the rest of you, hoping that she won’t get turned down again.

Diego walks up to Vanya, “Look, I’m sorry. We have other priorities right now.” He tells her softly, not trying to be unkind about her request.

“Diego’s right. For once.” Five adds, looking sadly at Vanya. “We need to make our stand here and now.” He whispers.

She looks to each of you dismally for a brief second, as she mutters a small, “Okay. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.” Turning to walk out the door, without another word. The rest of you stand in somber silence. You suddenly look up at Klaus, making eye contact. He nods at you with a small smile, before turning and walking out the door after Vanya.

You quickly walk over to the door about to follow after Klaus when you turn to face the rest of the Hargreeves, “Well come on, we’re Team Zero. Remember?” Smiling at them, giving Diego a quick wink. You then swiftly walk out the door, heading straight for Vanya’s car.

Opening up the side door and shuffling your way to the middle seat, as Diego trails in after you, Allison opening up the left door and jumping in next to you as well. “Got room for three more?” Allison asks her, a big grin on her face.

Vanya looks at the three of you in confusion, “What about the Commission?”

“Well, might as well do some good before we die horribly.” Says Diego as you lightly punch his shoulder, Klaus giving a small “Whoo-hoo.” from the front seat. Five randomly appears next to Klaus, opening his door and briefly scaring him in the process. “Five, you... you don’t have to..” Vanya starts, incredibly surprised that everyone suddenly decided they wanted to join her. “I know. You owe me one, sis.” He smiles at her, suddenly turning to face Klaus, “Children ride in the back.” In his I’m-not-gonna-ask-again voice. “Okay.” Klaus answers by turning around and walking over the seat. Shoving his way, in between you and Allison.

“Move over fatass.” You jokingly growl at Diego, who does his best to scoot as close to the door as he can. Giving you almost no room, that now your right arm and shoulder are pressed tightly against Diego’s chest. You look up at him, trying to hold in a smile, he breaks by giving you a toothy grin in return. “Come here often?” He asks you, smirking. “Hilarious.” You deadpan.

“Guys, I don’t know what to say.” Vanya says astonished, while looking back at her packed car. The back hatch is suddenly pulled open, as Luther begrudgingly does his best to fit into the tiny cargo area. “If anyone makes a fat joke, I’m outta here.” He pauses for a second as all of you smile at him. “Y/N, don’t even look in my direction.” He sarcastically warns you, knowing too well how you’re not one to hold back on anything you find funny. Diego wraps his arm around you, trying to get more comfortable for the 15 minute ride to Sissy’s farm.

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You look up out the window, noticing how the sky seems to be turning grey. Snow falls gently down into the grass as Vanya pulls into the driveway, “What the hell.” You mutter.

All of you hastily get out of the car Diego being the first to question the huge anomaly, “You think whatever’s going on inside is causing the cold front?” Wonders Diego, to no one in particular.

“Well, the correlation is high.” Answers Five, shutting the door behind him and looking up at the cyclone of energy coming out of the barn roof.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here, and say it is.” You add, getting an amused glance from Diego.

Abruptly a blonde woman holding up a gun and looking very terrified runs out of the barn and straight to the seven of you. Vanya reacts quickly, seeming to know what to do. As she runs to the woman raising her arms up, “Sissy! Sissy!” She calls to her. Trying to divert, Sissy, from shooting anyone.

“Get back! All of you, just get the hell back!” She screams, holding up her shotgun higher.

“Sissy! Hey! Hey! What’s wrong?” Vanya asks her calmly.

Sissy glances at the rest of you for a quick second before she speaks to Vanya, “Carl.”

“What did he do to you?” Vanya rasps out, terrified as to what she might say next.

Sissy shakes her head, breathing shakily, “He’s... He’s dead. Harlan tossed him aside like a rag doll, same way you sent those policemen flyin’. What did you do to him?” She demands.

“No..” Vanya tries to explain, Sissy cutting her off sharply, “What the hell you do to my son?”

Diego begins to step forward, you’re right next to him so you place yourself between him and Sissy before he can say anything else, just incase she decided to use that gun, “We don’t have time for this.” You tell her honestly.

She whips her shotgun in both you and Diego’s direction, barrel aimed right for your head. “Where you think you two’re goin?” She hisses, ready to strike at a moments notice.

Diego puts his hand on your left forearm, stopping you from snatching the gun out of her trembling hands, “To help your son.” He tells her.

“Look, Sissy, I found my family. These are my brothers, my sister, and Y/N, who I’ve know since I was a child.” She rapidly clarifies to Sissy, who doesn’t really know who any of you are.

A snap of crackling energy is heard through the cold air, she turns to the rest of you with furrowed brows. Luther gives her a tight lipped smile, awkwardly waving at her in a friendly manner, “Ma’am.”

She looks back to Vanya, “Where you lyin’ to me the whole time?” She says hurt. “Of course not. Look I didn’t know who I was. But I do now.” She pauses for a moment to glance at the rest of you, “And we are not the monsters that they say we are. We did not kill the president. We are not terrorists. We’re not here to hurt anyone.” Vanya reasons with her, trying to help her understand a little bit better. “Then....who are you?” Sissy doubts, a baffled expression clear on her face. “The only one who can help Harlan.” Vanya tells her confidently.

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All of you follow behind Sissy and Vanya, as they lead you into the incredibly loud and windy barn. Vanya screams for Harlan to focus on her and calm down. You watch as this Harlan kid is suspended in the air, arching is back in an odd convulsion. You smirk as an annoyingly humorous intrusive thought pops into your head, “This is more like Harlan and the no good, terrible, very bad, day.” You shut your eyes and shake your head coming back to your senses, now is not the time for this, Y/N, you internally yell at yourself.

Your ears unexpectedly pick up the familiar whooshing sound of someone teleporting. Five’s right here, so who was that? You follow the sound, walking towards the other barn door that leads to the back field. Klaus noticing this, he follows your lead curiously. Your eagle eye vision spots two people, one you’d rather not ever see again. “Uh, Y/N?” Wonders Klaus, you ignore him, staring daggers at Lila and an eccentrically dressed silver haired woman. “Okay, um guys!” Shouts Klaus, catching the attention of Diego, Allison, Five, and Luther.

“Ah, shit.” Diego says walking up next to you, having also caught site of Lila.

“Who are they?” Marvels Klaus, is face scrunched up in confusion at the random people who just bleeped into the field.

Five answers that question without hesitation, “One’s the Handler, and the other’s Y/N and Diego’s friend.” Giving a sour face, not pleased with the surprise visit by either of them.

“Lila. That fucking bitch.” You growl, Klaus looking back at you in awe, astonished that the both of you managed to make a friend. Only for them to turn out to be working for the Commission.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. They both look angry.” Luther adds bluntly.

“Yeah.” Adds Klaus.

“Y/N has that effect on people.” Allison says quickly, not in a joking way either. You turn to her in mock offense, “Okay. I can’t really argue with that.”

“I’m gonna find out what they want. You guys stay with Vanya and the kid.” Five tells the five of you rushed.

“I’m coming with you.” Diego replies, you cutting in after him, “Me too, I got beef with Kill Bill over there.” You look at Five nodding in Lila and the Handler’s direction. He gives you the flash of a smile in acknowledgment. Both you and Diego turn to follow Five out the door.

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“I love the smell of that fresh country air, don’t you darling.” States the Handler at Lila, looking at you up and down in curiosity.

“Makes me want to vomit.” Lila replies bluntly, standing as still as a statue while avoiding your gaze.

“What do you want.” Snaps Five, studying the Handler for any suspicious movement.

“What about me?” Diego asks Lila, dreading the possible consequences for fleeing the Commission without her knowledge.

“You’re not even worth my wrath.” She retorts sharply back at him.

You tilt your head in an annoyed manner whilst clenching your fists, “Unfortunately you’re worth mine.” You hiss angrily before continuing, “You electrocute me to death and then take Diego with you, without another real explanation? If we weren’t here to make negotiations I’d gut you before you’d even be able to scream.” The Handler gives you a surprised laugh, “Easy.” She states, glancing to the side at Lila. Who looks at you with a poker face, desperately trying to conceal her slight fear. Ever grateful for the current circumstances, involving more then just her and you.

“We’re on official business.” Explains the Handler to Five.

“And what business is that?” He snaps back with restrained anger.

“As the head of the Commission, I’ve decided to eliminate the criminals responsible for the assassination of the former board of directors.” She says matter-of-factly, smiling sweetly at the three of you.

“Yeah right. We didn’t kill the board.” Replies Diego before Five interrupts him from speaking further, “Uh, actually, Diego, that’s not entirely accurate.” He says pursing his lips.

The Handler turns to Five with a smirk, “You didn’t tell them? Oh, Five.” She says while giving him a fake pout.

You lean in close to Five, “Five what the fuck didn’t you tell us?” You whisper, great what did the little shit forget to mention now?

He gives you a hard look, “What I had to do to get my family home. Until somebody reneged on our deal.” He ends, glaring at the Handler.

You stand back, folding your arms as you listen to Five and the Handler argue back and forth about their deal going sour. Then how shit the Commission has gotten, Diego adding in his own input much to the Handlers surprised offense. Then Lila speaks up, angry at Five for something he did. Done with everyone’s rambling, you turn to the Handler when she sets the black briefcase down. “Enough. The point is, all of you are going to die today. Hmm?” She states, so sure of herself.

“Oh, really now?” You raise an eyebrow at her before continuing, “There’s eight of us, and two of you. If you haven’t noticed.” Telling her bluntly, ready just to finally be done with all this shit.

She gives you a knowing smile, “You know, you’re right. Let’s change that.” With a snap of her fingers, an army of Commission assassins zap into the field, ready to kill.

You, Diego, and Five look on in shock and a healthy amount of fear, “So, what do we do now?” Diego whispers to the two of you.

“Well, we got two choices: fight and die now, or run and die later. Either way, we’re food for worms.” Five replies nervously.

“Preference.” Diego questions.

“Wouldn’t mind a few more minutes breathing through the old windpipes.” Retorts Five.

“I can’t get captured, and turned into a weapon for the Commission.” You panic, turning to them with pure dread in your eyes.

“All right. Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Says the Handler while checking her watch. A moment later she pulls out a red silk handkerchief, dangling it in the air.

“Come on!” Yells Five as he, You, and Diego start booking it back to the barn. Fuck.

“And why are we all wearing black? Like who’s funeral is it?” You randomly blurt out.

“Ours if we don’t run faster!” Diego shouts back at you.

#the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy x you #number two #falcor the luck dragon stories #what a time to be alive fic #five hargreeves

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angstyloyalties · 4 years

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ahh, @clearnorthernskies tagged me (thanks, caroline!), so here you go

rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to know better

nicknames: uno, bean, idk what else. honestly, i respond to just about any/everything that even sounds close to my name

zodiac sign: scorpio sun, virgo moon, sagittarius rising

height: 5′2″

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

last thing i googled: “Billy Elliot Tom Holland”

favorite musicians: sigrid, lewis capaldi, banners, sleeping at last, james arthur, james bay, dean lewis, fleurie, ruelle, johnnyswim, taylor swift, p!atd, idk who else, lots

song stuck in my head: nothing at the moment,

followers: 17

following: 96

do you get asks: not yet, but i’d love some :)

amount of sleep: probably an average of like 4-5 hrs a night?

lucky number: 2

what are you wearing: tank top and sweatpants

dream job: lol. can i say no job? (okay, but it’d be cool to be an author that doesn’t have to sell to make a living cause that sounds stressful)

dream trip: scotland, japan, rome

instruments: piano, flute, trumpet, minimal guitar, super minimal violin,

languages: english, korean

favorite song: lately? Power Over Me Dermot Kennedy by and Devil Sideby Foxes

random fact: there exists in this world, a wheaties cereal box with my face on it (along with a few others).

aesthetic: black and gold, hardcover books, long road trips down two-lane roads to nowhere in particular, soft fleece blankets, geometric shapes, wide brim hats, pirate ships, cats, corgis, breakfast for dinner, undying loyalty, hot apple cider, phoenixes, immortality, leather jackets, undercuts, swords, tattoos, and (ง'̀-‘́)ง

tagging: def not tagging 20 people lol. @hauntinggly and @tzvettzvettzvet bc i’m curious about your answers; and @brushes-of-sage and @riptidethepenbecause i see you guys on my dash all the time and want to know you better :)

#tagged #clearnorthernskies

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punk-chicken-radio · 5 years

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Megastar Monday: Elton John

Good morning chickens,

Today’s artist is a personal favorite of mine. The number of hits that this artist has released is staggering. You would be hard pressed to find one of his albums that doesn’t have at least one hit on it.

Sir Elton Hercules John CBE (born Reginald Kenneth Dwight, 25 March 1947) is an English singer, songwriter, pianist, and composer. He has worked with lyricist Bernie Taupin as his songwriting partner since 1967; they have collaborated on more than 30 albums. John has sold more than 300 million records, making him one of the best-selling music artists in the world. He has more than fifty Top 40 hits, as well as seven consecutive number-one albums in the United States, 58 Billboard Top 40 singles, 27 Top 10 singles, four which reached number two and nine which reached number one. His tribute single "Candle in the Wind 1997", rewritten in dedication to Diana, Princess of Wales, sold over 33 million copies worldwide and is the best-selling single in the history of the UK and US singles charts. He has also composed music, produced records, and has occasionally acted in films (he was great in Kingsman: The Golden Circle).

Raised in the Pinner area of London, John learned to play piano at an early age, and by 1962 had formed Bluesology. John met his songwriting partner, Bernie Taupin, in 1967, after they had both answered an advert for songwriters. For two years, they wrote songs for other artists, including Lulu, and John also worked as a session musician for artists, such as the Hollies and the Scaffold. In 1969, his debut album, Empty Sky, was released. In 1970, John's first hit single "Your Song", from his second album, Elton John, reached the top ten in the UK and the US. After decades of chart success, John has also achieved success in musical films and theatre, composing the music for The Lion King and its stage adaptation, Aida and Billy Elliot the Musical.

He has received five Grammy Awards, five Brit Awards – winning two awards for Outstanding Contribution to Music and the first Brits Icon in 2013 for his "lasting impact on British culture", an Academy Award, a Golden Globe Award, a Tony Award, a Disney Legends award, and the Kennedy Center Honor in 2004. In 2004, Rolling Stone ranked him Number 49 on its list of 100 influential musicians of the rock and roll era. In 2013, Billboard ranked him the most successful male solo artist on the Billboard Hot 100 Top All-Time Artists, making him third overall behind the Beatles and Madonna. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994, is an inductee of the Songwriters Hall of Fame, and is a fellow of the British Academy of Songwriters, Composers and Authors. He was knighted by Elizabeth II for "services to music and charitable services" in 1998.[9] John has performed at a number of royal events, such as the funeral of Princess Diana at Westminster Abbey in 1997, the Party at the Palace in 2002 and the Queen's Diamond Jubilee Concert outside Buckingham Palace in 2012.

He has been heavily involved in the fight against AIDS since the late 1980s. In 1992, he established the Elton John AIDS Foundation and a year later, began hosting the annual Academy Awards Party, which has since become one of the highest-profile Oscar parties in the Hollywood film industry. Since its inception, the foundation has raised over US$200 million. John, who announced he was bisexual in 1976 and has been openly gay since 1988, entered into a civil partnership with David Furnish on 21 December 2005, and after same-sex marriage became legal in England and Wales in 2014, he married Furnish on 21 December 2014. On 24 January 2018, it was announced that John would be retiring from touring and would soon embark on a three-year farewell tour, which began in September 2018. ~ Wikipedia

Please join us in celebrating this truly one of a kind legend, Elton John!!!

You can tell everybody this is your song kisses,

Love Axiomatic and the Punk Mummy

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

#Megastar Monday: Elton John #pcr

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cavehags · 5 years

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Margo and elliot canonically watched buffy (and have 2 fav eps) ...who do they stan 👀 ? Or whats their fav villian or season or stuff

oh man, this is a great question and i’m gonna answer it for all the characters. @havvke and @thistroper please interact

margo is horny for glory, obviously. her favorite character is dawn, who she always felt should have kicked more ass. oz was one of her first fictional crushes so the werewolf thing is poetic in that way. but her favorite willow love interest is amy madison.

eliot was a spike guy. he used to have ambitions of owning a long leather duster but that is just not what one wears on a farm. he always thought xander was very ugly but weirdly a bit less ugly once he had the eyepatch. he really, really hates riley and is super horny for giles.

quentin says he identifies with xander but that’s only because he thinks it’s too arrogant to says he identifies with buffy. he is obviously nothing like either xander or buffy (he’s most like willow but has never considered that angle). he’s #TeamAngel.

you might think julia’s favorite character is willow but you’d be wrong. julia loves willow, she loves buffy, she loves anya and cordelia and even has a soft spot for fred but her favorite character is and always will be tara. she did however have a raging crush on kennedy. don’t @ me.

penny loves willow and has spent real hours of his real life defending her on message boards. he loves willow/tara, but seriously, it’s 100% wholesome and not at all in a creepy way. he once serenaded a girl he was dating with “under your spell” and yes that girl was kady. he’s a great tenor and he hit the high notes!

alice identifies with buffy. her favorite love interest is fabrizio filippo from queer as folk in his three-episode arc as scott hope at the beginning of season 3. she really vibes with that episode where clea duvall turns invisible and slices up cordelia’s face, which is concerning.

kady couldn’t catch a break: characters she stans include kendra, jenny, oz, darla and joyce. so no one who stuck around. she hates anya and has complicated feelings about spike. she really truly cares that willow is bi and not gay.

marina mostly had the show on in the background while she was getting laid in high school but yes she loves buffy yes she loves cordelia yes she supports faith yes she fantasized about becoming a vengeance demon and ruining xander emotionally. she really truly cares that willow is gay and not bi.

josh is horny for drusilla :( he needs to go to therapy :(

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nako-doodles · 5 years

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tag game 📦

The rules are:

tag the person who tagged you

answer the questions

tag 10 people

Tagged by the lovely @nervousatthenightclub 💖💖💖 thank u

How tall are you? 172cm

What color and style is your hair? it used to be a black but the sun has bleached it into dark chestnut brown....it used to be a lob but I pull my hair back so often I dont even know what to call it.....an........electron cloud of baby hair around a bun nucleus?

What color are your eyes? a nice poopy brown

Do you wear glasses? i use to wear contacts and OK lenses but i didnt have time to clean my OK lenses in college and then i keep getting irritants in my eyes here so im back with glasses

Do you wear braces? nope

What’s your fashion sense? it used to be monochromes and neutrals with the occasional pastel pink but now that i've depleted my summer clothes, my mom has now made my entire wardrobe bright florals and prints, but really you can find me in loungewear most of the time

Full name? shirley

When were you born? oct 26, sometime in the year of our lord

Where are you from and where do you live now? the last place I was at was NYC, and now I’m in HK

What school do you go to? university. sadly.

What kind of student are you? i used to be an overachiever in high school but i kinda.....gave up? in college. so the ‘crams the night before and prays to lord buddha vishnu jesus during the exams’ kinda gal

Do you like school? everything about uni but academia is great.

Favorite subject? linguistics, urban economics, art history, english, ethics and philosophy, history of fashion

Favorite tv show? avatar the last airbender, house of cards, legend of zhen huan, game of thrones, sponge bob? i dont really watch tv anymore

Favorite movie? off the top of my head: spirited away, graveyard of the fireflies, your name, the godfather, schindler’s list, up, the flowers of war, the princess bride, the sound of music, e.t....but im sure im missing a lot

Favorite books? reading off my bookshelf in the family library:

grapefruit by yoko ono

no longer human 人間失格 by dazai osamu

no exit by jean by paul sartre

pride and prejudice by jane austen

i know why the caged bird sings by maya angelou

the wind-up bird chronicles ねじまき鳥クロニクル by murakami haruki

twelfth night by shakespeare

the waste land by ts elliot

the alchemist by paulo cuelo

jin ping mei 金瓶梅 by anonymous

le petit prince by antoine de saint-exupéry

red sorghum clan 红高粱家族 by mo yan

13 flowers of nanjing 金陵十三钗 by yan geling

between the world and me by ta-nehisi coates

the complete poems of Emily dickinson

milk and honey by rupi kaur

e e cummings: complete poems 1904-1962

dear ijeawele by chimamanda ngozi adichie

a confederacy of dunces by john kennedy toole

l’etranger by albert camus

the art of spirited away

wall and piece by banksy

yayoi kusama: give me love

slow food: dutch and flemish meal still lifes, 1600-1640

china: a cookbook by terry tan

frida’s fiestas by guadalupe rivera marín and marie-pierre colle

thug kitchen: eat like you give a fuck

encyclopaedia of chocolate by ecole grand chocolat valrhona

sweet: desserts from london's ottolenghi

(yes i had “half a suitcase” full of my fave books when i moved here. yes i almost had an overweight luggage. yes i finished all these books before they got my wifi set up. yes i buy cookbooks for their pictures. yes i stole the chinese novels from my dad bc i didnt want to bring their translations with me. yes i read coffee table books bc im a nerd. yes half these books are my favorite people bc my favorite people gave them to me. no i will not say which ones. no this is not a comprehensive list.)

Favorite pastime? huddling with a cup of coffee and a book, baking, cooking, people-watching, wandering through cities

Do you have any regrets? you cant live life without some form of regrets

Dream job? traveling. eating. traveling and eating. im an easy girl to please.

Would you ever like to be married? to...gourmet food? sure. otherwise no.

Would you like to have kids? no. maybe a food baby?

How many? a number approaching negative infinity

Do you like shopping? depends on the thing. books and cute stationary and accessories? sure. furniture? house hunting? fuck no. never again.

What countries have you visited? just a layover, visit, or lived? for reference: i memorized my passport numbers from the sheer amount of times ive had to fill it in for various customs and border control forms growing up

Scariest nightmare you have ever had? i dont usually dream (or rather I guess technically speaking i dont remember my dreams?) but most harrowing one I remember...was particularly sisyphean. for some reason i was tasked to outsmart a sphinx in the form of 20 questions? which is already unfair considering, but anyways every time we got to a subject i didn’t know i would be thrown into a pit that somehow houses another sphinx? and every repetition we would be closer to question 20? it was just a nerdier version of zeno’s paradox repeat ad infinitum until my exhausted brain stop running on a hamster wheel of hell and woke me up at 4am for my 3pm exam :D

Any enemies? im not a doormat

Any significant other? yes, to food and my bed

Do you believe in miracles? hmmm.......on a ‘jesus turns wine from water’ scale? no. little ones like talking with a nice neighbor on a plane, meeting a new friend somewhere unlikely, or just barely catching the last subway train? yes.

How are you? i was watching a video about how columbia has opened its borders to the venezuelans in light of the economic crisis...which then escalated into me marathoning a journalistic mini-documentary series about borders and migrants and refugees and asylum seekers while crying into a bowl of mangos. tldr im great.

I tag my usual loves: @t0d-oder-freiheit @seokjinsult @jinswife @jinkooksremedy @jinbeann @jinergy @cafejoon @jionysus @iluvnj @jincentvangogh @yooniescheeks @hellreads 😘😘

#this is under a read more bc I have too many books #I had to post this as soon as I was done bc we all know im going to keep listing books until the sun came up #I want to say a lot of the coffee table books I got bc I wanted to seem smart but really igot most of them as gag gifts that i liked #its been nice bc its been storming on again off again for the past week and seeing lightening literally right out the window is fun #terrible for my heart rate and wifi connection #but overall fun #susano'o is having a fit as usual but whats new #I hope y'all have a lovely day/night #this is a lot to read through im sorry I have the Too Much Gene #hash tag games

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