#Chris chambers x female!reader

[stephstars08]

Daddy Issues

Chris Chambers x Reader

Warnings: Long Intro, Adult Language, Angst, Fluff, Car Accident, Mention of Reader’s Mom’s Death, Depression, Alcoholism, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Daddy Issues, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry If I Forgot Any!!)

Summary: After the death of Y/N’s mother due to a car accident, her father turned to alcohol due to his depression. The alcohol makes him verbally abuse Y/N. The only person that knows about the abuse is her best friend Chris. Chris is very worried that one day the verbal abuse will turn physical.

Song Inspiration: Daddy Issues By The Neighborhood

Word Count: 1,905

Author’s Note: Hello Everyone! Here is my first Chris Chambers imagine. I know not many people write for River’s character in Stand By Me which was another reason why I wanted to write this! When I watched Stand By Me for the first time I just fell in love with River’s character! This story does have sensitive topics so please read the warnings before you read and definitely listen to the song before reading as well!! Thank you and I hope you all enjoy!

Y/N lives in a small town called Castle Rock. Since it’s a small town everyone that lives there is considered low class people. Y/N comes from a broken home like most kids that live in Castle Rock do.

When she was only five years old her mother died in a car accident. Her father was driving the car, and he lost control of the vehicle which caused him to drive off the road and into a tree. The only injury her father sustained was a broken collarbone. Her father blames himself for his wife’s death. After he recovered from the accident he started to drink heavily.

In the beginning he would just drink beer but as the years went by, he went from beer to hard liquor like Vodka. The beer wasn’t strong enough to take away his pain and the memories of the crash so that’s why he switched up.

Of course, this took a toll on Y/N. Y/N has to not just take care of her drunken father, but she also has to take care of herself as well since her father was always too drunk out of his mind to do anything for her. She can’t even remember the last time she’s seen her father sober.

Since he was always drunk Y/N was forced to do everything around the house. She did all the cleaning and all of the cooking. Her father didn’t eat too much but she always made sure to make extra food just in case. If she didn’t do something the right way her father would verbally abuse her.

Y/N would always tell herself that it wasn’t her father yelling at her, it was just the alcohol but as the years went on, Y/N knows that the alcohol is her father.

The only person that knows about the abuse is her best friend, Chris Chambers. Y/N is apart of a small group of friends that features three other boys named Gordie, Vern, and Teddy. She’s known the boys for about five years now. However, Chris was the first person she met so she’s known him a little bit longer. Yes, all four boys know about the loss of her mom but again the only person that knows about her father’s abuse is Chris.

He found out by accident. One day, Chris went to Y/N’a house to ask her if she wanted to go to the movies with him and the boys. Before he could knock on the door, he heard Y/N’s father screaming at her for not cleaning up a mess that he made in the kitchen. He immediately became worried about her. He always voiced his concern, but she would always tell him that she’s okay since used to the abuse. He tells her that he’s worried that one day her father will get physical with her but again she would tell him that’s she’s okay.

He’s got his own daddy issues; she doesn’t need to put her daddy issues onto him.

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It was a Monday morning when Y/N accidentally slept in later than she’s supposed to. She was running late for school so, she quickly got out of bed and changed out of her pajamas into a fresh pair of clothes. She brushed out her Y/H/C hair and brushed her teeth in the bathroom. She knew she didn’t have time to eat anything for breakfast, so she just slipped on her old pair of sneakers and grabbed her book bag.

As she made her way down the stairs, she heard a loud crash coming from the living room which made her jump. “Fuck!” She heard her father yell out in anger. Y/N let out a sigh and continued her walk down the steps. When she stepped foot into the living room, she saw her dad standing over a broken vase.

“Y/N! Grab the broom and sweep this shit up.” Her father told her in a demanding tone. “Dad, I’m running late for school.” Y/N told him. “I’ll clean it up when I get home.” Y/N added. “NO! FORGET IT!” He screamed at her making her jump yet again. “I’ll fucking do it!” He told her in a snappy tone.

Since he was still wobbly due to the alcohol when he bent over, he lost his balance and stepped on a piece of the broken glass. “OW! FUCKER!” Her father yelled out in pain. “Dad!” Y/N said quickly running over to him. “Get away from me!” Her father snapped at her. “Dad, you’re foot his bleeding. Let me help you.” Y/N told him with concern in her voice. She went to touch his arm, but he slapped her hand away. When she went to touch him again, he grabbed her by her neck and pushed her into the wall.

Y/N let out yelp as her back slammed up against the wall. “I told you to stay the fuck away from me!” Her dad snapped at her. As Y/N’s eyes filled with tears she looked up into the dark gaze in her father’s eyes. “If you picked up this mess like a good little bitch, this wouldn’t have happened.” He told her with harshness in his voice and walked away into the kitchen.

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When her dad went into the kitchen Y/N ran out the front door. As she walked to school, she was able to calm herself down. She made it to school just in time.

As the day went on her back started to really ache. Not only her back collided with wall, the books she had in her book bag jammed into the skin of her back. She was too scared to go into the bathroom and look at her back. She’s hoping that it hurts more than it looks.

Y/N avoided her friends especially Chris. It’s easy to hide the verbal abuse but there’s no way she can hide the pain she was feeling in her back.

When the final bell rang Y/N grabbed all of her books and was the first student out of the classroom. She went to her locker and got her book bag out. She made sure that she had all of the books she needed for the homework she was given and closed her locker. Y/N made her way through the crowded hallway and put the doors of the school.

As Y/N made her way down the sidewalk she was hoping that her father either wasn’t going to be home or was going to be passed out on the couch or in his room.

Y/N continued to walk down the sidewalk she heard a familiar voice call out her name. Y/N let out a sigh since she knew the voice she heard call out her name was Chris. She turned around to look at him. “Where have you been?” Chris asked her. “Gordie and I have been looking for you all day.” Chris added. “Sorry, I have just had a long day. I was running late this morning.” Y/N told him at least telling him part of the truth. “Oh, okay.” Chris said with a nod.

“Are you up to going to the treehouse with the guys and I to play cards?” Chris asked her in a curious tone. Y/N just shook her head no. Chris could sense that something was wrong. “Y/N, are you okay?” Chris asked her with concern in his voice. “I’m fine.” Y/N said in a soft tone.

Chris knew that she was lying since he could tell that she was trying everything she could to not burst down into tears. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Chris asked her again. Y/N just stayed silent as tears started to form in her eyes. “Did your he hurt you?” Chris asked obviously referring to her dad. “He pushed me into the wall by my neck before I left for school.” Y/N told him as the tears quickly flooded her eyes and started to make their way down her cheeks.

“Where did he hurt you?” Chris asked her, trying to hold in the anger he was feeling. This is what he’s been afraid of. Ever since he found out about Y/N’s abuse from her father, he was scared that he was going to physically harm her. “When he pushed me into the wall, I hit my back on the wall and the books I had in my bag dug into the skin of my back.” Y/N told him. “As the day went on the pain continued to get worse and worse.” Y/N added. “Have you looked at it?” Chris asked her. Y/N shook her head no. “I’m too scared to look.” Y/N told him wiping away some of her tears with the back of her hand.

“You want me to take a look at it? I can take you back to my house.” Chris said looking at her with worry in his eyes. Y/N noticed the worry look in his eyes, so she just gave him a nod. Chris took her hand and walked her down the sidewalk to his house.

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When Chris walked into his house with Y/N behind him of course his dad was passed out on the couch like he always is. Y/N knew to be quiet so when she followed Chris to his room, she made sure to stay very quiet. She followed him into his bedroom. Chris closed the door.

“Go ahead and take off your book bag.” Chris told her. Y/N took off her bag off her back and quietly set it down onto the floor. “I’m going to lift up your shirt to look at your back.” Chris told her walking closer to her. “Okay?” He asked her. “Okay.” Y/N said giving him a nod giving him permission.

Chris lifted her shirt up her shoulder blades. “How does it look?” Y/N asked him with nervousness in her voice. “It’s red but putting some ice on it will help.” Chris told her which made her feel a little relieved. “Go ahead and have a seat on my bed and I’ll go get an ice pack.” Chris told her putting her shirt back down.

Y/N did what he told her to do while he went to go get an ice pack from his kitchen. When Chris came back, he sat down next to her on the end of his bed. “We’ll leave it on for fifteen minutes and see how it looks from there.” Chris told her. Y/N just gave him a nod. He lifted her shirt back up and put the ice pack onto her back. Y/N hissed a little by the coldness of the ice.

“Do you think it will bruise up?” Y/N asked him with worry in her voice. “No, it’ll just be sore for the next couple of days.” Chris reassured her with a small smile on his face as he held the ice pack for her. A couple minutes of silence fell between them. “Chris.” Y/N said breaking the silence. “Yes?” Chris said back to her.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Y/N told him. “It’s no problem, Y/N.” Chris told her in a reassuring tone. “I’m always here for you.” Chris added which made her lips curve up into a smile.

She turned towards him and gave him a kiss onto his cheek. Y/N rested her head onto his shoulder.

Chris smiled as his cheeks turned a bright red. The boys were right. He is growing a crush on Y/N.

[flaresemily]

Resident Evil

Nothing yet (request are open)

[st4rgzer]

For a Matt Sturniolo x female reader. You should do that she is included in their ice hockey video, but is a lot better at skating than them. But she/they ends up getting hurt and bleeds (whether it be from themselves or someone else accidentally hurting them) and when Matt sees the blood/sees them hurt he instantly becomes protective and caring. (It can be like descriptive blood if you’re okay with that) but I kinda want this to be sorta like fluffy but y/n gets hurt and then treated like a princess by Matt. If that makes sense? I love your stories btw!! I hope those one makes sense!! 🙏🩷😊

COLD CRASH matt sturniolo

summary: anon request!

genre: fluff

cw!: blood, tripping, mentions of concussion

a/n: thank you for the request! very cute idea, hope i did it justice<3 and thank you for your support! ily

“c’mon catch up with me!” my voice echoed through the chamber of the ice rink. The triplets had begged for me to come along with them. Since skating had been a passion of mine for about 5 years, and I wanted to one up them in something, I agreed.

“that’s not fair! you’re like, doing some weird tricks!” Chris complained as the brothers tried to maneuver themselves so that they could steal the puck from me. I laughed as Matt smiled at me, proud for making Chris so frustrated.

I swiftly turned and skated across the field, paying no mind to the speed I was just so casually skating in a rink half the size of usual tournaments. I looked back for a moment to catch a glimpse of their lost expressions, when my skate got stuck in a dent on the ice, causing me to avalanche forwards and hit the solid ice with a thump.

My ears were ringing as I held my head in pain, the reverberation of Matts echoing voice getting closer, over the yells of what seemed to be Nick and Chris, and the abrupt clatter of hockey sticks. My vision was fuzzy and I could feel something warm contrasting the feeling of my ice cold hand up against my head. Matts arms wrapped around my waist to hold me up, consoling me with whispers of “you’re ok, i’ve got you” In my ear, helping me get out of the rink.

“Nick get some bandages please, quick!” I faintly heard him say, observing through half lidded eyes, barely conscious. He held my hand reassuringly as he gently patted the gauze over my wound, from what I could tell, he was definitely on the verge of yelling at someone, everytime I got hurt, he’d blame himself for it, saying that he could’ve done something to prevent it, I could already anticipate what would come.

After some minutes, which felt like seconds for me, a plaster and gauze was placed on my head, and the stinging sensation had somewhat calmed down.

My head was placed on Matts lap as he ran his fingers through my hair, careful enough as to not graze the sensitive injury.

“Lets go home now, let her get some proper rest and then we’ll see” Nick voiced, grabbing the bags of equipment alongside Chris.

“Well what if she has a concussion or something? Isn’t it bad to let the person sleep? I swear I read that in a book somewhere (lies)” Matt complained, evidently frustrated, I reached for his hand and held it softly, giving him some sense of peace.

“It’s okay, I don’t feel like I have a concussion, I can count see? One, two, three, four…and besides, I would probably be vomiting by now” I said with a slight smile, looking up at his unsure expression, his eyes softening in the process.

“Fine. But i’m ordering a cab. Im not driving if that means I haven’t got an eye on her.” He said firmly before helping me up, I insisted I could walk on my own perfectly fine but he still had an arm on my waist propping me up. While Nick and Chris followed his instructions and ordered a cab. We all went outside and waited at reception, where the heating was.

“Matt you know I hurt my head, not my leg, right?” I said teasingly, grinning up at him. He rolled his eyes in response, the corners of his lips slightly turning upward.

As the cab arrived, we put the bags in the trunk, Matt, Nick, and I sat in the backseat. I rested my head on his shoulder as his arm came around mine, playing with my hair slightly.

Safe to say for the next few weeks some princess treatment is ensured.

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[80s4life]

Together At Last”

Word Count: 3,971

Status: Requested!

Ask: Can I have Chris Chambers x reader with the prompt  "You're different and I like that"

@: @micheleamidalajedi​

A/N: I absolutely LOVED this request because I was able to put myself into the Reader and prove that not everyone is the same, female, male, or nonbinary, or all of the girlypops!

Relationship: Chris Chambers x Merrill!Reader

Fandom: Stand By Me 1986

Summary: It’s been 5 years since the disappearance and eventual death of Ray Brower, and you’re each reaching graduation. However, another adventure arises and brings all 5 of you back to the woods to find Teddy’s dog. The problem? Almost all of you have either grown apart or split completely, and old feelings seem to resurface with unresolved conclusions. What could go wrong?

Warnings: mutual pining, adventure, confessions, AGED UP!, friends to enemies to lovers, some angst, nostalgia, lost friendships, gained friendships, Teddy is a brother figure to Reader, gun, unintentional intent to kill someone, strong language, Reader is Ace Merrill’s sibling, 

{gif is not mine, credits go to @awidevastdominion​}

Your landline rings, deriving you of your thoughts and current intensity studying for finals. Groaning, you shrug out of your seat at the kitchen table begrudgingly, answering the phone. “Hello?”

“Y/N? ‘S that you?” a familiar voice, deepened with maturity and hormones asks on the other side.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“Nice to know you haven’t changed,” you can hear the voice taunt annoyingly. 

“It’s been years since I’ve talked to you, did you expect a ‘Hey, what’s up’?”

“I would have preferred that, yes, but no. This is serious, and I really need you on board with me this time.”

“This better not be one of your schemes, Teddy, I’m not up for anything right now,” you sigh, “I’m up to my neck with textbooks and shit with studying for the finals and stuff. Dad’s been on my ass about getting into a college since I’ve been able to hold a B+ to A average.”

“Damn. Sorry to say I can’t relate?”

You giggle, sighing as you’ve missed him. You couldn’t quite tell what happened to cause you to separate, but as if you had just blinked, everyone was gone and you were left to yourself and school. “Alright Teddy, what bullshit are we pulling now?”

“Glad you asked!” he all but yells in happiness, “My dog went missing a few days ago and I haven’t been able to find him all over town. I know this sounds childish, but I swear, I’ve walked the whole town everyday at dawn before school and haven’t been able to find him.”

“So, you’re guessing he’s in the woods?” you groan, remembering the haunting history you’ve witnessed first hand in said territory.

There’s a long pause before he lets out a low, “...Yes...”

“What did the others say?”

“What makes you think I asked them?” he tries to sound as if he’s not that easy to read; a “changed man.”

“Because I still know you, or some of you. There’s no way this is going to be a one night thing and we need more sets of dependable eyes.”

“Well, now you’re making me sound smart.”

You giggle, “I’m not gonna keep beating around the bush Teddy, I’m in as long as the others are?”

“Yes!” he shrieks.

...

A few days later, as instructed by Teddy, you carry your sleeping bag, flask of water, some snacks, and money (something you all collectively forgot last time) to the dumpsters behind the town’s cafe. Trudging around the corner, your breath catches in your throat as you lay eyes on the back of three familiar heads and a face, each people you thought you have grown so far apart from.

“Y/N!” the voice of the face coming from Teddy.

You nod silently, leaning against the brick building as you keep your distance. 

The three boys that are now men, turn around to take you in, eyes wide.

You wave nervously, age and distance having changed all of you and making you feel as if you don’t know these people.

Teddy still had his familiar square-shaped, black glasses, but his hair is cut to fit the army’s conduct, shaved short on the sides around the back, the top of his head a bit longer. There was just enough hair for Teddy to comb it back with gel just as he had as a preteen - before you all turned away to seek your own lives. He grew a bit taller, standing at 5′5″, but not by much. You giggle internally.

To the far left, you see Gordie and your heart breaks a little. He’s still lean in build, but he’s grown to be tall and confident, around 5′11″ - 6′0.” To you, he hasn’t changed a bit, except personality. He still had his longer hair, possibly longer than you remember it, with the same hairstyle and familiar baby face, though slightly aged. 

Next was Vern, and he was so big now. He managed to drop the weight, a lean build of muscle standing above 6′0″ and carrying his dopey grin with longer hair - a similar style to Gordie’s, though unintentionally. You smile at him. He’s still a sweetheart, but more like a big, lovable Chocolate Lab now.

Lastly was Chris, and he was still as gorgeous as ever. He came to be of above average height, 5′10,″ grew his hair out longer and adorned circular glasses that framed his face perfectly. His eyes carry no emotion, a contrast to his younger self, but they’re still that luscious deep blue. He looks you up and down in silence before staring you directly in your eyes. You can feel your heart break all over again.

You didn’t realize how long you were staring at each of them before Teddy clears his throat. “Shall we?” he tries to smirk, but the tension is thick. 

You hug your arms around your abdomen as you nod, plastering a smile of your face as you force yourself to stand beside the now men. Slowly, everyone starts to follow Teddy until you reach the tracks.

Some time later, as you walked on the tracks, you lagged behind. Now, with this view, you could see where everyone had changed, but not as much as you thought. Gordie and Chris got to talking amongst themselves far in front of the group, Teddy and Vern behind them. They’re all too busy catching up for them to notice your inner turmoil.

You almost want to cry. You don’t know any of them anymore. This was a fact that your younger self would’ve never expected or taken a liking to. You think of what your younger self would do, punishing yourself for what you allowed to happen. 

You would’ve called them repeatedly, tried to make plans or catch up to them in passing to classes. All of this you could pride yourself on saying that you did, but then Gordie went the way his father wanted him to go, Chris becoming an athlete while trying to follow Gordie’s brains, getting into law, Teddy trying to apply and reapply to the military, and Vern taking a liking in the construction trade. 

They all grew up, and though you couldn’t blame them, they slipped out of your hands far too quickly and suffered the backlash. Girls in school are bitches, and though you have friends, they aren’t like the ones before you. Even after all this time, they are still considered exactly that - friends, family even.

You went your own way, too, after giving up on them. You found an interest in engineering and found that it’s not exactly as you suspected. It wasn’t all math and physics and you deeply enjoyed the creativity and problem-solving it included. You have some fond classmates there, but they would never compare to these boys. 

You are ripped from your thoughts as you hear the loud blaring of a train’s horn. You smirk at the memory that crosses. Calling out to Teddy, your voice is loud enough for all of the boys to hear, “Sound familiar, Teddy? We’re not gonna go diving for you on the tracks again, right?”

“Fuck off,” you can hear him giggle, jabbing Vern in the side. 

All the way in the front, you can hear Gordie add, “Or have to break you and Chris up, huh?”

You giggle at the reminder. That was the time when you were all trying to figure yourselves out without guidance, restrictions, stereotypes, and parents. Teddy had a lot of trouble then. 

Your smile drops as the group goes quiet again, the nostalgia dying with the connection that almost rekindled. You groan audibly - unintentionally.

The boys look back at you curiously, surprised just as much as you were. 

You decide to take the initiative, “Is this what we’re going to do the whole time? Act as if we’re strangers and not speak to one another?”

“We are strangers, Y/N,” you hear Chris state with indifference.

You catch up to the group and walk between them, “There’s a reason we all came here and I know we all hoped to be together again. It doesn’t help when you don’t even try to speak to us though, does it?”

The group stops as Chris spins around on you. “Why would I? After this, we are all gonna go our separate ways and avoid each other again,” he growls and spits, “Just like last time.”

“Then, why did you come?” you ask, your curiosity getting the better of you and asking the question you were all wondering yourselves. “Why are we all here?” you look around at each of them. 

“Because I missed you guys,” Vern pipes up, the first words he’s spoken the whole walk from town.

“We wouldn’t have missed each other if we had just kept our promises, would we?” Chris asks, frowning with his eyebrows scrunched together and arms crossed tightly over his chest. It almost resembles hatred.

And it makes you livid. “You broke your promise, too, Chris,” you vividly remember the promise you made just short of town on your way back; the promise that meant the world and more to you - it still does. “We all did, but at least I can say it wasn’t intentional. I tried to reach out to you guys, but we were all growing and changing. I can’t blame you guys, except you, Chris.”

“Me?” his voice reaches higher as the time passes by.

“Oh please, we all know you went from a street rat like us to the high priest and prince of school,” Teddy adds.

Chris scoffs, crossing his arms, “Gordie?”

“I mean, you did drop us after you got with Stephanie Wheeler,” Gordie deflects, shrinking in size as he knows the blows coming next. He adds, “The rich bitch of high school whose daddy is the principal.”

“This is bullshit, I should’ve never decided to come,” he shoots daggers at you.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t of because we all know that you’re embarrassed of even being seen with us,” Vern adds, caution to the wind. 

Chris scoffs again as he takes up his bag, starting back to town. 

“So, you’re just gonna leave?!” you scream as he creates distance. 

“I fucking knew it!” Gordie screams, grabbing his bag as well to follow Chris on the opposite side of the tracks. 

You watch with pain as each of the boys start back to town. All except Teddy, who manages to stand there with teary eyes. 

“I just wanted us to enjoy the time, find my dog, and hopefully have one last high school hurrah before we are all forced apart,” he sniffles.

You look at him with matching sadness, “I-I’m sorry Teddy, I didn’t mean to act out like that. I just couldn’t stand another minute, let alone night, with no one planning on speaking to each other. It would have all been for nothing. Even if we had found your dog, we still would’ve hated each other. This is my fault, Teddy, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not, Y/N, it was gonna happen eventually,” his eyes watch them go, but the look in his eye is distant - his mind far beyond where they’re heading.

“We can still look for Butch together?” you manage to smile, tears brimming your eyes.

“I don’t feel like it anymore,” you can visibly see his body deflate.

“Well, can you at least stay? If there’s still some shred of them left, I think they’ll come around again. I still want to rekindle our relationship. I’ve missed you so much, Teddy,” by the time you’re finished, fresh tears are starting to roll down your cheeks.

Teddy’s voice cracks as a tear slips down his cheek, too, opening his arms to pull you in for a hug beside him on the grass.

You smile thankfully as you lean in, sighing at the comfort and history.

“It ain’t going well with my Pops, as you’d assume. He’s still a crazy bastard, but I’m sticking with him. Just for a little longer, as long as I can.”

“Understandable. We can’t forget your ear, can we?”

“Whatever,” he smirks, “What about you?”

“Mom and Dad still fight. If they aren’t fighting, neither of them are home to ensure that they don’t have to fucking see each other. Ace is still a prick, too. I wouldn’t expect him to graduate and still stay in this bum-fuck town.”

“Guess he doesn’t want his reputation to be forgotten,” Teddy giggles.

“Guess so,” you trail off, noticing the sun starting to set and the sky change color. “You think they’re coming back?”

“No, but I can hope.”

You look up at him sadly and nod. “Wanna set up camp for the night anyway?”

He nods silently, taking up his sleeping bag and finding a soft spot to lay out in the grass. 

Silently, you follow his lead, walking down the side of the tracks to the opening of the trees, laying your sleeping bag just beside the first tree, hidden under the canopy of leaves. He decides to go in a little deeper, a few feet away from you, protected by the dimmer lighting in a proactive attempt to block the harsh sun that’ll come in the morning.

Sighing, you both settle in, staring at the sky. Before you know it, your miniscule, unimportant chit chat with Teddy dies down and sleep overtakes you swiftly. There’s no dreams as you toss and turn, but your glad there’s no deeper thoughts that’ll plague you and leave you wide awake.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sleeping until the soft snapping of twigs perk your ears, harshly throwing all of the sleep from your fogged mind and automatically putting it into defensive state.

Peaking around with your eyes, you catch a figure some ways to your left, walking away from your temporary camp. By the distance the figure has created and the direction of their walk, you can tell they were either walking through or around your huddle, no doubt near your camp regardless. 

You flip onto your belly as silently as possible, hand sliding slowly to the underside of your pillow, fingers touching cold metal. You pull the gun from under you, the uncomfortable and foreign weight of it settling in your hand, bringing more unease into your heart and bones. 

You lift yourself up slowly, noticing that Gordie and Vern have, in fact, returned and settled in a circle with you and Teddy. However, there is no sign of Chris, not even a bag.

You let out a slow breath to try and calm your racing nerves as you follow the figure, gun raised and aimed at the black figure. You gain on the figure silently, until your foot makes a horrible crunch as it breaks the branch beneath it. Cursing under your breath, you raise the gun in defense, both hands grasping and eyes trained.

The figure spins around, voice accusatory, “What the f-? Hey...” the voice lowers instantly, hands coming up to show they are unarmed. “Hey, Y/N, put the gun down,” the voice registers in your head as the figure emerges from the darkness and into the glow of the moon breaking through the trees.

“Chris?” you groan, lowering the gun instantly, shoulders dropping. “What the fuck were you thinking? Sneaking around in the woods? You know the way I sleep, man.”

“Knew,” he clarifies, “And, I was just going for a walk to clear my mind.”

“Why do you keep doing that?” you ask with a creep of annoyance settling in, pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers. “Why do you keep acting like you’re camping with strangers? Like you have absolutely no knowledge of who we are?”

“Because I don’t; I don’t know the people you have all become now. Even if there are slivers of the people I knew that show every now and then, they are no longer the people they were nor who they are now,” he steps closer to you, enough to reach out to you if he wanted to.

“I can’t say that we are who we were because that’s impossible, but we are still those loving people we were. I’ve noticed that Vern still carries a comb and is a little sensitive. Gordie is still quiet and finds meanings in everything. Teddy still has such and undoubted devotion to his father and his infatuation with the army. I still bother the shit out of everyone and parent them as a way of care. But you,” you pause, assessing him as the sadness settles in your voice and heart again, a cold shock coursing through your veins, “I can only see a person in front of me. You look like Chris, you still have that leaderly inclination, but besides that, everything has changed. Even your eyes have a different look to them, yet they are still that same pair I last looked at 5 years ago.”

Chris says nothing, his mask fitting into place and revealing nothing to you - it doesn’t even look like any of your words are reaching him.

“You keep acting like everyone here is out to get you, but we are simply just being ourselves. You see us as enemies because we had a falling out, but that’s natural. We changed - you changed - and you want to blame us for something that was out of our hands. We are still here for you Chris, I’ve always been here,” your voice is cracking as you look down at your feet, kicking some leaves and twigs to divert your attention somehow. 

A hand reaches beneath your chin, tugging your head up to look into those sapphire irises once again. “You were never my enemy, you were my greatest fear,” Chris says, a pitiful grin pulling at his lips. “You know why I chose to become better? Why I went out with the cheerleaders, tried out for football, worked hard to get into the smart kid classes?”

“W-Why?” you look at him, pain and confusion streaking your E/C eyes like lightning in a storm. 

“Because I knew that if I stayed where I was, I would never be able to give you what you wanted - never been able to give you everything you deserved. At first, I distanced myself because I thought I would never be good enough for you; that distance was what you needed and for me to get out of your sights, so that that better man would show up and lift you off your feet. But, you were insistent,” Chris giggles sadly as his mask starts to fall, his eyes showing the same pain and suffering that reflects off of yours. “I chose to blame you for the pain of losing you, so you would never look at me with those eyes again; never show me this source of genuine love that was undeserved and unfair.”

“But, you promised me that we would be together forever?” you question, a tear slipping from your eye as you stare at him with the newfound information. Pain of losing him, sadness of bringing such turmoil and insecurity to himself, suffering from the rift that could’ve never been, and regret that if you had known, this would have all been avoided as a whole.

“I know I made that promise, and I’m the world’s biggest hypocrite and idiot. It doesn’t matter how far away we’ve become, you can still manage to look at me with that undeserved care?” he mostly questions himself as his eyes search all over your face, both hands cupping your face in his hands. 

Your hands go up to hold his wrists, looking at him with such longing. “You deserve the world, Chris. You always have and always will. You are too pure for the hand you were dealt, and yet you still push yourself farther above.” 

His eyes round and snap to yours with confusion and disbelief, searching you for some sort of trick. “I’ve always loved you, Chris. No one has ever made me so damn pissed off or more loved with just one look or action. It doesn’t matter who I’ve used or dated to temporarily distract me, I’ve always worried and searched for you. You’ve always been in the deepest part of my brain. I-I still love you...so damn much.”

“You’ve always been different and I like that. You’re the biggest pain in my ass, but my greatest mistake. I love you, Y/N,” Chris smiles, a genuine display of delight and content as tears slide down his cheeks with the relinquishment of pain and torture. He’s waited too damn long for this. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he smirks devilishly, eyes delving to your lips and up to your eyes before he leans in.

Your chapped lips meet his fresh, plump ones, smeared with chapstick with the taste of lemon. Your hands goes up to tangle in his long, blonde locks as his arms reach down to your hips to keep you tightly trapped against him; like he fears that if he doesn’t hold you tight, you’ll slip away like every dream he’s ever had of you - his greatest happiness. 

You pull him in just as tight, arms around his shoulders as your hands tug, fearing the feeling of losing him again. When you part for air, you still never let go of each other, your head ducking in between the crook of his neck and shoulder. You breathe in his scent and save it to your memory as a smell you hoped to never forget or live without. 

“Well, it’s about damn time! God damn!” Teddy yells from his cross legged position on his sleeping bag. 

Gordie and Vern start to whoop and holler from their comfort of sleeping bags with deep pleasure and happiness. 

“I knew you guys would make up eventually,” Vern added with a soft giggle.

“I was starting to miss my parents,” Gordie chided with a roll of his eyes.

“Does that mean we can all be friends now?” Vern adds with a playful glint in his eye and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“I mean, I guess I could, y’know, hang around a while,” you tease, earning a shove to your side by Chris as you both walk back to your seats on your sleeping bag. 

That night, you all stayed up late trading stories of what you’ve missed within the short time away from each other, and for once since the start of your adventure, you see the benefits of their changes.

They aren’t the same people you once knew because they are now their best versions, and will continue to change for the many years to come. It’s only up to you guys to keep that connection strong and adapt with them that will keep you all bound together forever. 

It was your greatest promise, but there’s been a few changes: “No matter how far away we are nor how different we become, we will always find a way back to each other. Friends forever.”

You and Chris made your own promise, too: “Whatever happens, we will learn to overcome together, forever and always, in love and sickness, at the best and worst moments. Lovers forever.”

[fortune-fool02]

Her Teasing

Leon Kennedy x female reader

Summary: She knew teasing him so often wouldn’t end well. But that’s what she wanted.

Warning: 18+ Smutt. Rough-kissing. Teasing, Oral-pleasure reader giving, Leon receiving. 

Vendetta Leon is king and he haunts my mind. Forgive this attempt at sin as it has been a long time since I wrote any. 

Please enjoy.

He knew she was doing it on purpose now. At the beginning of the night, it was brushed off as playful moments, but now he knew what she was trying to do. [Name] had put on that dress that hugged her body just right to show off her figure. Cutting off just above her knees, giving the illusion that the stockings she was wearing were tights, but Leon knew better. 

On the surface to their friends and colleagues, [Name] was this timid, sweet-hearted woman who would bend over backwards to help them with whatever they needed. A woman who would blush at the mere thought of sexual jokes or commentary. But deep down, she was one of the most dirty-minded people he knew. And he loved it. There were times she caught him by surprise, making him feel a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. Bringing him up to higher peaks and giving a gentle comeback down. It was funny how she would act so polite and innocent around their friends but give him the most hungry look the moment their backs turned. 

Tonight was no different. Leon sat with Chris, the man talking about something other than he missions for once while [Name] and Rebecca sat on either side of them. The table was large and round, allowing coverage and comfort. The music spilling from the speakers made it a bit difficult to hear their conversation but they were able to make out most of what Chris was saying. 

“So, it turned out, he didn’t even have any bullets in the chamber!” Chris and Rebecca broke out laughing at the story while [Name] only chuckled. Her eyes fluttering with that sweet little smile of hers that could melt hearts of the coldest of people. Leon’s eyes fell to those lips, recalling time and time again when those lips were on his body, kissing his neck just right as her hands explored him more. This woman had the face of an angel but the touch of a succubus. As proven by how her hand slipped under the table and rested upon his lap, her fingers brushing up and down the muscle slowly, from the end of his knee all the way up to his waist. 

Leon swallowed a bit, trying to keep his face unresponsive to not give anything away to their friends. But he did give her a reaction to her relentless teasing. His hand slid under the table also, his fingers slipping under the dress until they came in contact with her skin and dug his nails in lightly. She fidgeted a little, masking over the light sound made in her throat at this. A smirk tugged his lips at this.  

Standing up a little, [Name] pardoned herself to the bathroom. Not ten seconds later, Leon's phone vibrated, the screen glowing with a text message.

'Baby: Bathroom. Now.' A smile tugged his lips before he got up, and walked towards the bathrooms. He slipped through the crowd, his eyes searching for the bathrooms, a teasing warmth in his lower gut. This was her fault, of course. Her teasing throughout the night, riling him up and leaving him wanting her more than before. She had that magic touch that could make a man come undone. 

As he passed by a door, a hand shot out and pulled him in quickly before he was pushed up against the now closed door, soft lips pressed against his in a needy hunger. He didn’t even hesitate to kiss back, returning with equal hunger as his hands found their place on her waist, squeezing the soft muscles. 

“Someone’s excited~” [Name] purred, her hand brushing along his clothed cock, lightly stroking it to earn a low moan from the man. That devilish glint in her eyes, a carnal desire that burned through Leon. A predator finally sinking her teeth into her prey. And for her, he would happily allow her. 

“And who’s fault is that?” His lips returned to hers, his hands roaming her body over that damn dress, slipping under the hem of it before crawling up her thighs, his nails digging into the soft flesh. Sadly, they only had a few minutes before anyone would get suspicious, but when they would get home, he would devour her completely until she couldn’t think straight. 

Her fingers looped in his belt, unravelling it and sliding his pants down just above his knees. Another moan slipping from him as her fingers brushed along his hard cock again, savouring the look of delight on his face before she lowered down to her knees. His fingers finding their way in her hair, gripping hold as she lowered his underwear. The chilly air making him shiver a little but it was short-lived as her warm lips came into contact. 

“Ahh~” Leon’s head rested back against the door, his deep blue eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he focused on the sensations. Her lips moved along his length, prepping little kisses along his shaft from base to tip, leaving no part untouched. Such gentle touches that shot electric through his body. Those pretty lips. The tip of her tongue slid up along the sides, pulling another moan from his mouth and a light buck of his hips. He didn’t care if anyone heard though it wasn’t likely thanks to the loud, blasting music. 

“Ah, that’s it, love~ Ohh, don’t stop~” His words were thick with need, his fingers tightening in her hair. His cock twitched lightly as she took it into his mouth, working her way down slowly. The warmth of her mouth pleasantly inviting, arching his back a bit to push deeper in. Her eyes locked on his, a playful flicker in them to see this man come undone so easily, something she was always proud of. Leon always acted tough and cold around their friends but with her, he was a whimpering mess.

Her tongue moved, running along the underside of his shaft as she took as much as she could, soft moans slipping past as she worked her mouth. His moans and whines more entertaining than the music ever could be, and made even more so when her name came out. Leon moaned it out like a prayer, his hips moving more as she held them in place, he was always eager like this. 

“Ah~ Fuck~ A-Ahh~ That’s good~ So good~” His praise only made that burn in her lower gut chew away more and more, he could repay her back later tonight. She would make sure he would. His head was spinning, the alcohol in his system and the rousing pleasure making everything feel warm and fuzzy, so much so that his hand in her hair was the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment. He could feel that coil in his gut tightening with each little movement. 

“Mmh~ Ah, yes~ You’re so good at this, love~ My good girl~ Always doing her best for me~” His cock twitched more in her mouth, the coiling tightening more before he released with a cry of her name, his body tensing up as his release spilled down her throat. Ecstasy washing over him, leaving a tingling in his veins in place of that rushing electricity, it was comforting almost. Slowly pulling back, [Name] panted lightly, delight painted on her face as she licked her lips and looked up at him, fluttering her eyes with that innocent look again as if nothing happened. 

“C’mere.” Leon motioned her up with his finger, his hand grabbing her dress and pressing his lips onto hers in a deep kiss. He could taste the light saltiness of himself on her, as well as her own sweetness. “Let’s get back before they come looking for us.”  

[xmorguekittyx]

Ever Unlocked

Part 4: An Uneventful Shift

Part 3: Coffee & Mints

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: sexual themes, thoughts of burglary and assault, thoughts of fingering and mentions of female and male anatomy (i am not use to doing these please correct me on any!)

A soft drip, the gurgle of the coffee machine, the patter of the rain still beating against the double paned windows. It was uneventful to say the least. Racoon City seemed to slow down on days like today... and yesterday. The hustle and bustle of the city always died down when the rainstorms blew through. Dark clouds creeping over the buildings, the streetlights fighting away the darkness that encroached upon the vibrant population. Officers sat back in their chairs, idly chatting about the newest football game. Leon could even hear the secretaries gossiping about some show they had caught the new episode of. What he couldn't see was her. Her office closed behind the dark oak door, maybe he took an unnecessary amount of bathroom breaks just to hear her voice through the door and maybe he took a few seconds longer to stretch in front of her office just to catch the end of a conversation between her and Rebecca. His lips pull back as he heard a little chuckle come from the voice, he became so familiar with after such a short amount of time.

"-no because that's exactly what Chris said. Why would Anna choose Brendan over Micheal? Micheal is so handsome, those big brown eyes. Those sharp cheek bones-", Rebecca had a love-struck look, her green eyes shining in the fluorescents. "I'm more into guys with blue eyes.", her words were soft, almost like a shy admittance. "Blue eyes, huh?", Rebecca's teasing tone caused a flush to come to the apples of her assistant's cheeks. "Blue eyes like a certain rookie has?", her body leaned closer to the flustered girl. "W-what?", her hand raised to try and cover her embarrassment. "I see the way he looks at you.", Rebecca leaned back in her desk chair, "Those heart eyes, practically bulging out of his head when you walk by.", she gave the younger girl a knowing look. "and to see you both come into work together this morning... are you hiding something from me?", Rebecca was all about work gossip. She knew everything and anything about any person in RPD. Her lips wrapping around the lip of her coffee cup. "He just took me home last night, it was raining and you know my car has bad breaks.", she huffed turning back to look at Rebecca. "Did you finish up that McGrath file, Officer Kennedy needed it.", she reached for the file under her boss's elbows. "Don't go changing the subject on me.", Rebecca's fingers slid the file further away from the woman.

 

Her eyes rolled at the childish behavior from her higher up. "I am not changing the subject, I'm trying to do my job.", she reached over, fingers barely brushing past the manila folder, barely missing her target as the older woman pushed it further. "Becca!", an exasperated look befell her face. "What?!", Rebecca mimicked her tone, "I want to know about your night with Leon Kennedy.", she wiggled her brows. "Did you guys fuck-?", "Rebecca Chambers!", her voice was strained, her eyes bugging out as she looked at the brunette. "That is not appropriate!", she was stunned, Rebecca was always so nosey and she couldn't even think about fucking Leon-

"It's just a question, he's cute. Definitely a little too shy for his own good, but cute.", Rebecca waved her hand dismissively. "Don't be a prude, i bet he's got a big-", Rebecca was cut off with a knock to the door. "Sorry to interrupt.", Leon's voice was clearly jittery, his cheeks tinted a delicate pink. She felt like hiding under the desk. How long had he been standing outside that damned door? She could see herself reaching and stabbing the pen in her eye or even just having the floor open up and swallow her whole. "Oh, hey, Leon.", Rebecca's tone was telling, her eyes narrowing in a mischievous glare. "We were just talking about you.", it felt like she was truly going to explode as Rebecca continued to flap her lips. "About me? Good things, I hope.", his fingers brushed at the short hair sprouting from the back of his head, head turning to face away from the two women. He'd definitely overhead them- her- Rebecca. "Only good things.", Rebecca shifted in her seat, chin resting upon her palm, supported by the desk. An awkward silence filled the air between the three, her hands gripped the desk tightly, her eyes staring out at the middle of the room, settling on the red and gold carpet. Rebecca held that smug smirk as she watched Leon, who was shifting his feet at the door.

  "I- I came for that file.", he turned his attention to the assistant, his eyes taking in her blush. He wanted to reach out and brush those rosy cheeks, he wondered if she'd blush while he had his hands down that pretty black skirt, if her full lips would part while her eyes fluttered closed. A harsh breath of air sucked through her teeth as his fingers brushed over her clothed cunt. Head tilted back into his shoulder as he brushed her hair from her face, wanting to get a better look at her, those soft strands of hair entangled around his fingers, catching in a tangled piece as he swirled his finger on the bundle of nerves. The fabric sticky and wet with arousal, his lips would find a home on her pulsating jugular, nipping her flesh with the mark of his love, his animalistic desire to have her. He was nearly drooling. He hadn't noticed her take the file from Rebecca with a pointed glare, her eyes narrowed as she flicked through it, checking over the inked words, she insured he had all the information he needed before she held it out to him.

  "Officer Kennedy?", she had a soft whine to her tone, her fingers soft against the stiff paper. "Are you okay?", her words broke his thoughts, the image fading from his mind as he looked down at the folder, "Oh, thank you.", his fingers brushed hers as he took a step closer, his boot thudding softly against the wooden flooring. "I know you said you'd text but...", he paused, fingers tightening around the folder, her hands were so soft. He bet the skin of her ass and breasts was just as soft and supple. He hadn't really had a solid reason to visit, besides the fact he just wanted to see her, walking past the closed door every 30 minutes and hearing her voice wasn't enough. It would never be enough until he had her in his grasp. To have her folded underneath his weight, her thighs pressed to her chest as he finally got to feel her around himself. He could feel his uniform pants tightening around his groin, a nearly inaudible grunt leaving his lips as he took a moment to step forwards once more. His thighs nearly bumping her desk. The manila folder laid across his crotch, holding it to hide the ever growing semi he gained from daydreaming.

  "Lieutenant Branagh wanted me to go ahead and start on this case since we're having a slow day.", he hadn't let his eyes leave hers, her chin tilted up to look at him. The desire to walk closer, to take a step around her desk and into her aura was nearly too strong for him to ignore. "It is pretty slow today, but considering the alternative, I'd say that's a good thing.", she offered him that shy smile she would shoot him from time to time as he caught her eye over the weeks. "You're definitely right.", he wouldn't deny the truth in her words, he just wished he had more time with her. More time to sit and bask in her presence. She felt like a goddess to him, something looming in his brain, something causing him to tick in ways he hasn't before. His dick twitched at the sight of her, his mind fogging over with positions he dreamed of putting her in, he was so fucking shy it was embarrassing. How could he think such disgusting things while being nearly idiotic in front of her?

  Rebecca took another sip as she watched the two from her side of the office. She'd noticed the hard on Leon rocked and the doe eyed look her assistant was giving the rookie cop. It wasn't hard to see how they reacted to each other. As if the two had been struck by Cupid's arrow. "Well, i think it's time for me to get back to work.", she stood up, coffee still in hand as she turned to go down the hallway to the cold storage. "Just make sure the file gets typed up once he's done with it.", she called over her shoulder, giving them both the alone time they needed, she was silently rooting for them. Leon Kennedy, the socially awkward pretty boy and her very pretty, equally as awkward assistant. Rebecca was definitely going to tell Chris about this later.

"I'm sorry-", she blurted out as soon as Rebecca had walked away, her blush reappearing as if a magic trick. "i- we- she-", she grimaced, "that wasn't appropriate for us to talk about.", she felt bad for Leon having to overhear Rebecca's inappropriate comments about his body. "I did not try to strike up that kind of conversation-", she was rambling, her hands rubbing at that black skirt he so badly wanted to rip off of her, wiping the sweat from her palms. "It's no problem, really.", he leaned down slightly to grab her attention. "In my few months here, I've kinda picked up on her personality. She's very...", Leon had a hard time as he thought of a work safe word to describe the short haired brunette who seemed to love knowing everyone's business. "nosey?", she offered, her head leaning back, an annoyed sigh leaving her nostrils. "That woman knows things that i wish i never had to hear about.", her chair squeaked as she stretched out her back, leaning back over the keyboard in front of her. "She does seem like she could get a bit overwhelming.", his utility belt bumped into the arm of the upholstered chair as he took a seat in front of her desk, the same one he fell asleep in yesterday.

  "Overwhelming perfectly explains Rebecca.", she let out a slight laugh, an amused half smirk on her lips as her fingers typed at the half finished Gonzales file, a man, stabbed to death in his apartment over a robbery gone wrong. It was near her apartment too. "Which, with the slow day, she's more talkative than ever. I'm surprised she didn't explode while she was at home alone yesterday. You'd think all that silence would have her at her wits end.", Leon couldn't help but laugh at the words coming from her. "Yeah, you'd be lonely if she exploded, though.", the laugh from her lips, caused by him, had Leon beaming. He loved when she reacted to the things he said... did. He couldn't help the dark thoughts that came over his mind, if he tried now, reached for those perky breasts that peeked from her white blouse, would she push him away? Would she allow him to touch her in such a intimate way? It disturbed him slightly to think about her that way. He hadn't had thoughts like these before, doing things like checking her trash and mentally noting everything about her. He hadn't acted this way with his ex girlfriend. It was her, she made him act and think in ways he hadn't before. Making him worry about her while she slept away in those purple sheets, did she sleep naked? Could he sneak into that open window and find out? The dull aching in his cock has him closing his eyes. He'd have to take care of that soon, he could barely hear her, her words melting together in a blurb as his needs took over his mind. Fuck- he needed her, soon. He was trying his damndest to be slow with her, move at a pace she was comfortable with but for him it was becoming a personal hell.

  His mind was so clouded with her, these new found urges, it was wrong to plan how to sneak into her home. It was her fault for telling him that she didn't lock her damn doors. She shouldn't be so much of a brainless woman, it angered him. She was tempting him, she- she had to want this, right? That's the only reason she would tell him that. That's it- she wanted him to know about her ever unlocked door, her unlocked and open window in her bedroom, god, she really must want him, but it was wrong to want to want to watch her while she was in the safety of her own home. That's the thing- she wasn't safe. Her damn need to act as careless and as stupid as she did. Did she want someone to break in and take advantage of her, have someone break in and steal, torture her- he didn't like the thought of that. He had to teach her better, but part of him liked how naive she was. She could come to him... she could find safety in him. So what if someone broke into her home, stole a few things and left it blatantly obvious that they wanted to return? Would she come to him in fear, searching for a sense of protection? Could he be her savior, her protector? Could he be the one that got to shelter her from the dirty world? He could. He would.

[seii-fantasy]

Two kings for a bride

☞︎︎✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵☜︎︎︎

Qin Shi Huang x Reader x Hades

(For the first time , my mind can finally imagine something😭)

The emperor of China vs The emperor of Helheim fighting over a human who will win

Reader will be a female

In this AU ! Nobody died here ! Adamas is still alive ! The Ragnarok never happened!

Song : Chris Brown Under the Influence

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

Part : 1

Really ? Friends? I dont

Think so...

"Fuck it Robitussin , i dont know how this

shit got me lazy right now , yeah"

"(Name) please would you come right now i need you to help me with something!" The emperor of China called "Yes your majesty im coming" you answered and went to the room where Qin Shi Huang was standing as you arrives the emperor where it all begun was ,the emperor was sitting at his desk tired from all the paperwork he had , "could you please help me with finishing the papers " he asked next to him there was a huge pile of papers that needs to be finished

"Can't do Prerocet or Molly"

"Of course i dont mind your majesty" you answered cheerfully , as you start to read the the royal documents , as Qin was lost in his thought and he spoke to you : "hey y/n", "yes your highness?" The girl next to him answered "Please just call me Qin or Ying when we're alone , i do not like when people adress me as your majesty , your highness..." Qin asked seriously "why ? You-i mean Qin" Y/N asked "No i just wanna let you know , that you're the only one i trust and your the only one who can call me like that when we're alone" the emperor said

"I'm turnin' one, tryna live

it up here right, right, right"

After finishing the paper , Qin dismissed you in the night everybody were asleep instead of two person , the emperor where it all begun and Y/N as Qin sneak out of his private chambers and Y/N has heard footsteps and you' re trying to see who dare to enter the Emperor's palace , as the hears of the footsteps fade you felt a little earthquake , scared you opened slowly the doors , trying not to wake evryone and you started searching for the person who was trying to introduce in the palace without permission

As you passed past Qin's meeting room , you heard whispering as she opened the door a tall shadow was standing in front of you , and you punched the shadow and the silhouette dodged it and since you were attackin the undiscovered person so fast the shadow hit you and you went unconscious

And another shadow appeared infront of (name) : "Why you knocked her out!?" The two shadows were none than Hades and Qin and the one who got mad at the other it was Hades "She got me by surprise" responded the emperor with a grin

"Baby you can ride it ooh yeah "

As h/c-ette was snoozing in the emperor arms as he took you , the god of underworld cant help himself but blush like a madman he FELL in love with her here and right now just like Qin was

"Bring it over to my place, and you'll be

Like baby who cares , so i know you care"

As they brought you to your room and Qin placed you on your bed carefully as Hades took your hand and kissed it as he said : "Goodnight my nighting gale" and Qin kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear : "Wăn'ān wō de ài (=Goodnight my love)"

[Don't come fr me i used Google traduction fr that😭😭since i dont know Chinese😭😭]

The morning after you woke up in your bed , you dont remember what happened last night until you felt the pain in your chest , then you remembered suddenly what happened a shadow suddenly attacked you and knocked you out of your mind . And you got ready , thinking that Qin might need you , and at the end of the day he didnt called you at all which it was slightly scaring you , as you were reading in the library a book about mythology , you were very fondly into mythology

"Bring it over to my place , you

Dont know what you did , did to me"

In the Olympus , four brothers were discussing about something , the eldest has found the love of his life but the only problem was.......the future girlfriend of the eldest brothers wasn't a deity just like them.

"What the hell!? Brother !? She is a mere , filthy mortal" Adamas yelled

And yes the four brothers were none than the Four Greek Brothers Hades God of the Underworld . Adamas God of the Conquest . Poseidon God of the Seas also known as the Tyrant of the seas and finally Zeus the God of Cosmos

(Please imagine Tsireys was Adamas lover she 's a mortal just like Y/n)

"DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TO TALK ABOUT Y/N THAT WAY ! HOW ABOUT TSEIREYS !? SHE'S A MORTAL TOO!" Hades snarled , Adamas didn't respond to this cause he knew his brother was right about this . "Both of you are too noisy today , mind telling me the reason of your argument" Poseidon spoke calmely , not looking at his eldest brothers like always , "It is none of your buisness for now" The God of Conquest said . "That's about Y/n , i supposed " The Tyrant of the Seas asked "Affirmatif , it is about her and Poseidon look at us , when you're talking to us" sighed Hades , "So it is real our dearest elder brother has found his love" Zeus appeared with a mischievous grin . "Yes it might be a unreal for you all , but yes i found her" Hades answered to his little brother's remark and then the God of the Underworld tried to resonate his little brothers , Adamas was the first one to gave up since he knew that his beloved Tsireys was just a mortal , why can't his brother love a mortal ? Zeus accepted easily ...(But he will not leave his future wife with his lil brother cuz yk what might happen) and Poseidon it was quite hard but he finnally gave up

Back to ✨️ChInA✨️

"Your body language speaks to

Me"

You were so intrigued by the book of mythology , you were reading that you felt asleep and when you woke up , you were not in your bed but in Qin Shi Huag's bed. As you stood up , you were exploring Qin's room when you got out of the emperor's room you saw him sitting next to the little pond singing a song :

《 When the moon will rise , the stars will shine just like when we met , once our fate will be sealed together , you were destined to be mine and i was destined to be yours , my beautiful jade , my precious jade.... 》

Song invented by me , sorry if it sucks😭

And as he heard someone clapping , he blushed as you can see it was the first time you heard Qin singing , his voice sounded like a melody to your hear. you went sat down next to him , and you asked to him , how in the world you ended in his bed , he cant help but chuckle , he answered that he found you asleep when he was looking for an old book , while you two were chatting peacefully in Qin's garden . In the darkness , theres was a shadow lurking , who was watching you like a predator "Once you will be alone , you will be mine see you soon my dove"

Part : 2

Coming soon

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In the next part

"Why do you want to be with her ! When she have to be with someone like me"

"She will be mine whatever you like it or no!"

Credits to : @itssimpforeternity

"Please ! Stop it ! BOTH OF YOU! "

Next part coming soon!

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+ . . . RULES & CHARACTERS !

- RULES

× you can request smut and/or sfw for all of the following characters

× dark content such as ; dub-con, stepcest, mentions of blood, knives, age gap, etc.

× female, afab, or gn reader

× WILL NOT WRITE amab or male reader, character x character

× NO snuff, wound-fucking, incest, extreme gore, feet fetish, necrophilie etc.

× be spesific about your request, give a little scenario because no-one can do a lot with "something with xy character and make it smut 🥺🥺"

- CHARACTER

jujutsu kaisen ;;

nanami kento, mai zenin, maki zenin, nobara kugisaki, utahime iori, shoko ieiri ( all romantic + platonic )

valorant ;;

viper, reyna, neon, sage, jett, fade ( all romantic + platonic )

arcane ;;

caitlyn, jinx, sevika, vi, grayson, cassandra, mel, ambessa ( all romantic + platonic )

the last of us part 2 ;;

dina, ellie eilliams, abby anderson ( all romantic + platonic )

resident evil ;;

alcina dimitrescu, bela dimitrescu, mother miranda, jill valentine, ada wong, leon s. kennedy, rebecca chambers, chris redfield, claire redfield, ashley graham ( all romantic + platonic )

league of legends ;;

k/da evelynn, k/da ahri, k/da kaisa, k/da akali, renata glasc, zeri, samira, vayne ( all romantic + platonic )

[silentxoxaria]

headcanons and imagine requests: Open!

edited last: june 28, 2021

writer: Aria she:they

(requests will be posted here on tumblr and not on my Wattpad, Ao3, or insta)

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Feel free to be as specific and creative as you’d like with your request.

If you do request something, make sure you’ve read over the rules. I may decline to do a request if it’s something I don’t write (or if it’s something I’m not comfortable writing). 

Headcannons (HC):

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-request as many characters as you wish!

Imagine/Oneshot:   

~a long story- might take ages to write these if you request this!

-only 1 character

GENERAL RULES:

i mostly write Fluff but i can try, Romance, Humor, Horror

also I’m still in school at the moment so i might not get to writing requests right away.

Don’t translate or post my work on any other platform without getting my permission!

Be kind and respectful to each other and myself, I don’t want to deal with unnecessary drama or block anyone.

im mostly going to be writing like character x reader and character x your oc, so if you want CharacterxReader tell me about yourself, personality, physical description, and yeah! and same goes for like oc’s !!

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WHAT DO/DON’T I WRITE?

DO’S

I write predominantly female reader stuff but i am trying to write more gender-neutral stuff.

SFW (at best I write mildly suggestive content but never down right smut)/ FLUFF / ANGST are completely okay!

**DON'TS (Trigger Warning)

No smut/NSFW (i don’t really know how to write it i’m sorry, but once i do i will open that option!).

WEIRD AGE GAPS

NONCON

INC//ST

Self harm

pregnancy

poly (No bad reason behind this one… I just can’t pull it off :’) maybe will write it in the future if I practice, who knows)

yandere

Unhealthy relationships to an extent



who i current write & taking requests for (list may added on in the future):

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Pietro and Peter Maximoff

Stephen Strange

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

The Outsiders

Dallas Winston

Steve Randle

Sodapop Curtis

Ponyboy Curtis

Stand By Me

Chris Chambers

Teddy Duchamp

Stranger Thing

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Supernatural

Castiel

Gabriel

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Remus Lupin (marauders era)

Sirius Black (marauders era)

James Potter (marauders era)

[lunarastrobabe]

Jill Valentine x F!Reader: Winter Love

(Fluff, no warnings) 

October 12, 1998

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Just eleven days after the Raccoon City incident, you were living in New York, you had already escaped the city’s meltdown on September 28th, when everything went into entire chaos. You were a S.T.A.R.S. Member, along with your fellow colleagues, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker, Rebecca Chambers and Brad Vickers, they were the only people you ever got close to in the work force. You were the female rookie at the start, the others were very high trained people, this did scare you and it did intimidate you at first, but once you got to know them, you felt like you were safe and at home. You were very close with Chris, he was like the brother you never had, you told him everything, including this secret that you had kept inside. You were in love with Jill, you had been ever since you first met her, the way her hair would curl at the side of her cheeks to the bottom of her chin, the way her lips would curl into a smile that would bright up your darkest days. The way she was so motivated and so independent towards her work and her home life. Chris had your full support with the secret and your feelings towards Jill. He wished you happiness and it was the best reaction you could have hoped for. 

She was your best friend, you hadn’t heard from her since she was fired from S.T.A.R.S.. You called and called and called and she never answered, you were terrified she was killed or even worse .. turned into one of those flesh-eating monsters. You waited by the phone anxiously, waiting for her to call and say she was alright. 

Few days later

It was already snowing and still, no sign of Jill, you were cooking breakfast in the kitchen and feeding your brown tabby cat who was walking in between each of your legs meowing for food. 

“Alright mister, I’m coming.” You laughed and set the food bowl down in front of him. As you stood up to clean the mess that engulfed the kitchen, the doorbell rang. You brushed off some flour from your hands and walked to the front door. Opening you found Jill stood there. You had never seen her so down before. Her clothing was torn and she had some scratches and bruises on her back, arms and legs, luckily they were nothing serious. She hadn’t showered in a while and seeing her stood there with a broken look on her face shattered your heart. 

“Oh my god, Jill!” You pulled her in for a hug not caring what monster smells was wafting around. “What happened? Thank god you’re okay! I was so worried.” She didn’t move or make a single sound. Her eyes just looked straight ahead at the living space in front of her. The black marble kitchen counter was covered in flour, dirty dishes and some left over food from the night before. It looked like a flour bomb went off.

“Jill?” You asked as you pulled back from the hug prying your arms away from her waist. Her blue-grey eyes had so much wisdom but so much pain in them. On the outside she was this badass, independent, kick-ass woman you had ever met. She trained hard to get to where she was now, working with S.T.A.R.S. yet, the incidence that took over the city, the city you both grew up in had changed your lives forever without much realisation of what the future might be like. 

She coughed lightly, covering her mouth with her gloved hand which was also scratched up. “(Y/N.)” Her voice cracked a little at the word she spoke through her hoarse throat. She was shivering from the snow as it fell harder and harder by the minute. You took her hand ever so gently and took her inside, closing the door behind her. You took your blue large knitted blanket from the love seat that sat near the door and wrapped it around her. 

“Jill, rest, I’ll get the shower ready for you. Then we can talk.” You put your warm hand to her stone cold cheek, brushing the dried blood from underneath her eye with your thumb. It made her wince a little at your touch. You turned away and walked upstairs to the bathroom. She slowly sat herself down in the thick comfy chair, as the fireplace crackled and popped from the flames. Jill looked around, at the photo frames that were placed across the top of the fireplace, mostly of you and your friends with S.T.A.R.S. including some of you and your family. It made her smile thinking back to the time before the incidence, when everybody was happy and things were going great. She shook it out of her mind, so many thoughts, memories (the good and the bad) tumbling around in her mind like a wave of intense fog. She slid the blanket off of her shoulders and slowly got up and walked upstairs, every step she made caused creaks to emerge from the staircase, picture frames hung up on the wall of you and your family from memories now long gone. Flashbacks haunted her mind. She squinted at the thoughts coming back. The memories of Nemesis, of the Beta’s and the Gamma’s she had to witness. She tried so hard to forget but it was too much to bare. 

You walked out of the bathroom and saw Jill coming to the door. “Hey, it’s um, it’s ready for you.” You twiddled your thumbs and gave a small smile. She gave a smile in return, and it warmed your heart. 

“Thank you.” She spoke with a soft tone. She grabbed the pink towel off the rack and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. 

You let out a sigh and scratched the back of your neck. You wanted to make her feel at home and help cheer her up, she was clearly distraught and was in need of absolute care and comfort. Considering it was snowing outside that morning, you had the perfect day planned. 

You took out your puffy winter jacket, it was black soft fabric with fur around the hood, you had matching black combat boots to go with it and some gloves, also setting down some spare clothes for Jill to wear. Your cat jumped on the arm of the love seat and meowed. 

“I won’t be long, mister.” You let out a giggle and kissed the top of his head and turned to see Jill waiting for you near the coat rack. 

“Thanks for the spare clothes, but, where are we going?” She asked, zipping up her brown parka coat and straightening her red tartan scarf. She ran her fingers through her, shiny soft brown hair and it made your heart flutter. So much natural beauty this woman had wasn’t the only thing that made you fall deeply in love with her, it was how she was always by your side through the hard times and the easy times, and her personality was the most important thing. 

“We, are going to spend the day together, “ You smiled grabbing your brown leather bag slinging it over your shoulder. She adverted her gaze away from you to grab the brass doorknob. You took her warm hand into yours, goosebumps covering your skin at the touch, your fingers slowly entwining with hers. She didn’t resist, she tightened the grip and looked up to you. You both headed out the front door and feeling the fresh snow crunch underneath your feet, leaving boot prints along the way. 

During the day, you both had a snowball fight, drank some hot coffee from a small little cute cafe not far from your home, it was New York so it was covered in bakery places and cafe’s. She started to relax a little, slowly finding a way to explain to you everything that she saw, everything she fought and people she lost during her ordeal. You felt closer to her, each word she spoke and each sentence she described, you wanted to protect her, protect her from all the harm that would come her way. 

Later on, sitting on a bench in Central Park, you talked about your memories together being in S.T.A.R.S. and reminiscing over the good times. 

“You know (Y/N), I never thought I would’ve survived what happened in R.C, I never thought in our lifetime, something like that could happen to us. And when it did, I had to fight to survive, fight to get back to you.” She let out a nervous chuckle, cold air could be seen escaping her lips. She turned her face to look at you, moving her body closer to yours. 

You were surprised at what she said, you never imagined that her thoughts and mine would focus on you. “I’m so glad you are safe.” Even with the freezing cold temperature, the heat from the moment you two were having made you forget about the snow and the weather. 

Your hand made its way to her rosy blushed cheeks, and pulled her in close. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous as fuck about what was going to happen, the fluttering in your heart and your stomach and the fast pace of your heart made the moment even sweeter than it had to be. 

Your soft cold lips made a connection with hers, her kiss was tender and sweet, moving in perfect sync with yours. This was the best feeling you had ever felt in such a long time. 

You pulled back to get some air and you looked into her eyes, you could see the happiness in hers staring right back at you. 

“Maybe this is the right time to say, I love you. I always have, I always will.” You blurted out, but you didn’t care, you needed to tell her. 

“I love you too.” She immediately pulled you in for another kiss, circling her arm around your waist and pulling you close to her body to keep the warmth in. 

The snow was falling all around you and despite the circumstances before-hand, you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect moment. 

[stephstars08]

The Only Exception

River Phoenix x Reader

Warnings: Some Adult Language, Angst, Fluff, Mention of Messy Divorce, Mention of Fighting, Abandonment, Mention of Sexual Activities, Daddy Issues, and Possible Grammar Errors (Sorry if I Forgot Any!!)

Summary: Growing up Y/N’s mother always told her that there is no such thing as true love and for a long time Y/N believed her mother. Well, until she met a blonde haired boy named River Phoenix.

Song Inspiration: The Only Exception by Paramore

Word Count: 1,451

Author’s Note: This is my first River Phoenix story. I know there aren’t a lot of River Phoenix stories on here and some people wanted me to write for him so I finally did! I’ve been wanting to write a story based off this song forever since it’s been one of my favorite songs ever since I was a little girl so I definitely suggest listening to the song before reading! I hope you all enjoy!🩵

Y/N is from a small town in Ohio but moved to California after she turned eighteen and has now lived there for almost two years. The reason why Y/N left Ohio was because of the bad memories that were made there. Y/N doesn’t just come from a single broken home, she comes from two broken homes.

When Y/N was just four years old her parents split up from a marriage that wasn’t filled with love. The only reason why her parents got married was because her mom got pregnant with her. Y/N would constantly hear her parents yell and scream at one another. Sometimes she would hear glass and furniture slamming against the walls and shattering.

When they finally divorced Y/N thought things would get better but they didn’t. In the beginning of the divorce Y/N lived with both of her parents separately. One week she would be living with her mom and then the next week with her dad but that didn’t last long. When she turned ten her father remarried and started another family. He wanted nothing to do with her or her mother. He just cared for his new wife and kids.

Y/N’s mother never remarried because of the heartbreak Y/N’s fathers caused not just her but Y/N as well. As Y/N grew up her mom would always tell to never fall in love because love doesn’t exist. All love does is crush you into a million pieces and most of Y/N’s life she believed what her mother said to her was true. There is no such thing as true love.

Well, she thought that until she met the one and only River Phoenix.

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It was an early Friday morning and Y/N just started her shift at the 50’s style diner she works at. As she was cleaning off the counter she would glance up at the glass doors from time to time. “You on the look out for your boyfriend?” She heard a voice say. When Y/N looked over she saw her best friend/co worker Lori looking at her with a teasing look in her green eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend.” Y/N told her in a stern tone. “But you want him to be your boyfriend.” Lori said to her. Y/N just stayed silent.

Yes, what Lori just said was very true but Y/N doesn’t feel like she’s ready to admit it out loud.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes.” Lori told her and walked into the back where the kitchen is. Y/N let out a heavy sigh and went back to wiping down the counter.

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A couple of hours passed when River finally walked through the glass doors with the same couple of friends he always comes in with. Y/N was waiting on a couple and their three children at the counter so she didn’t notice River had showed up. When she walked over to the cash register to put the money the customers gave her was when her Y/E/C eyes met River’s memorizing ones.

Y/N just shook it off and opened the cash register to put the money in it. As she waited for the receipt to print she could feel River’s strong gaze on her. That strong gaze he has always makes her feel like her heart is going to beat out of her fucking chest. That’s the effect River has on her.

“Here comes your boyfriend.” She heard Lori whisper into her ear as she walked behind her to the coffee machine. Before Y/N could say anything back at Lori she heard River say her name. There he is. The man that is making her doubt what her mother always told her.

“Sorry to bother you while you’re working but I need to talk to you about something.” River told her. “It’s okay. You could never bother me.” Y/N told him in a reassuring tone in her voice. “What do you need to talk about?” Y/N asked him with curious in her voice. “Are you and Lori doing anything tonight?” River asked her. Y/N answered his question with a shake of the head. “My guys and I are having a party on the beach tonight and we would love it for you two to come.” River told her. Before Y/N could say anything Lori appeared behind Y/N. “We’ll be there!” Lori told River with an exciting smile on her face. “Cool, party starts at seven.” River said as his lips curved into a smirk. “See you tonight.” River added and turned back around to walk back to the table where is friends are sitting.

“Lori! What the fuck was that?” Y/N said with a hiss as she looked at her with a glare in her eyes. “What? What did I do?” Lori asked with confusion in her tone. “You know how I feel about parties.” Y/N reminded her with frustration in her voice. “Y/N, this is your chance with River.” Lori told her. “I know you two are crazy about one another. Sometimes you need to step out of your comfort zone to get with the boy you like.” Lori explained to her.

Y/N knew that Lori again was one hundred percent right. “Okay.” Y/N told her with a nod. “That’s my girl.” Lori said giving her a pat on the shoulder. Lori walked away back over to the coffee maker. Y/N let out a sigh as she grabbed the receipt out of the printer of the cash register.

Y/N glanced over at River. He was laughing at something on of his friends said. Y/N couldn’t help but put on a soft smile. She looked away and walked over to the family she was waiting on.

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When Y/N arrived at the party with Lori she could feel her nerves start to pace. There is a lot more people at the party than she thought. As the night went on, Y/N would mingle around with Lori but once she started to talking to this one guy, she forgot all about Y/N.

Y/N decided to go sit down in the sand by herself a little bit away from the loud crowd of people. As she sat there she watched the waves crash on the shore line in front of her. “Hey.” She heard a familiar voice say to her. When she looked up she saw that the voice belonged to River. “Hi.” Y/N said in a soft voice. “Can I sit with you?” River asked her in a curious tone. After Y/N answered his question with a nod he bent down and sat right down next to her. Y/N could feel the butterflies in her stomach go into a frenzy.

“Where did Lori go?” River asked her. “Probably fucking with the random guy she ditched me for.” Y/N told him with annoyance as she stared out at the ocean. “Does she always ditch you to go fuck with a random guy?” River asked her which made her let out a sigh in frustration. “Pretty much. That’s why I don’t like coming to parties.” Y/N told him.

A comforting silence fell between the two as they both looked out at the beautiful blue water.

“What are you hiding from me?” River asked her breaking the silence. That question took Y/N by surprise. “What?” Y/N asked with confusion looking over at him. “I don’t know about you but I can feel something between us but when I go to make a move I feel like you shut your feelings away from me.” River explained to her looking at her with softness in his eyes. “When it comes to love, I caution myself.” Y/N told him. “May I ask why?” River asked her.

Y/N looked back out at the water. This will be the first time she’s told someone about her childhood. “Growing up, my mom always told me that love doesn’t exist and it’s just a shit show that breaks you down.” Y/N told him. “But?” River said sensing that there is more. “I recently made one exception.” Y/N told him still not looking at his strong gaze.

River used one of his hands to her chin to move her head towards him so that they were looking at each other in the eyes. “What is that exception?” River asked as his eyes locked onto hers. “You.” Y/N answered in a soft tone.

River moved his hand from her chin to one of her cheeks. Y/N leaned into his touch as his thumb gently stroked her cheek. River leaned in and connected his lips with her’s. As Y/N kissed him back she felt like she was on cloud nine.

Thanks to a boy named River, she believes that there is such a thing called true love.

[twittytelly]

An Unexpected Gain

Chapter Four - Once Upon a Time

Colin Shea X Female Reader

Previously…

Series Masterlist

A/N: So this is the end of the main story, but not the end of the road. I am planning on writing a little epilogue, plus once I get it off my old laptop I'm going to edit my first first draft of chapter 3 and turn it into another side chapter. I just want to thank you all so much for your feedback on this story, it really means the world to me – I will definitely be writing more Colin stories alongside fic for some of Chris' other pre-Cap roles in the future. Also this chapter would probably not exist without @southerngracela​ read this to see why.

Warnings: Sexual references, swearing, bleeding in pregnancy, miscarriage scare.

Mood board by@imanuglywombat​

Colin didn't sleep that night, paralysed by the guilt that had flooded his veins. He was desperate to find a way to make things better, to make things right. He knew that things could not go back to how they were before, but he didn't mind. Deep down he had always wanted the traditional rituals, pumpkin carving, Easter egg hunts and Christmas tree decorating; but he figured that being raised by his father, who's only method of father-son bonding was to bring him along to a stakeout coupled with his selfish nature meant that fatherhood was not for him.

The blinding sun that invaded through the crack in the curtains informed Colin that morning had arrived. Forcing himself out of bed, he had a new resolve. Colin figured that he may have blown his chance with you, but he could never forgive himself for fucking up his chance with his kid. Besides, you deserved far better than he could ever give you.

-

Things had gotten better between yourself and Colin in the weeks following the showdown in the hallway. While that night was not mentioned again, Colin had gone above and beyond to show that he wanted to be as involved in your pregnancy as possible. The day after the confrontation, you had arrived home from work to find a big bouquet of your favourite flowers alongside a hamper full of crackers, hard boiled sweets, and all the ginger flavoured snacks and drinks available with a note saying:

If none of this works or you get a weird craving, let me know. I'm at your beck and call. C xx

But that was just the start of it. Colin seemed to have obtained every baby book in Boston, and then set up a shared iCalendar so he could be there for every appointment. There was also the extensive research he'd done into midwives, antenatal classes and even hypnobirthing. Not a day went by without Colin sharing a link to a baby product, stating that he would have to buy most things for himself to keep at his place anyway – as much as that stung you were pleased that he was prepared to step up for the sake of the baby.

You were trying your best to overcome your feelings for Colin, but his actions had caused the opposite to happen. How could you not be in love with your handsome neighbour who rubbed your back as you vomited and looked at you as if you were most amazing person on the planet; who would always get you whatever you were craving after a gig, even if it meant going out of his way; who you could talk to about anything and everything, from absolute nonsense to your deepest fears about motherhood?

-

Colin was tearing his apartment apart looking for the right cable for his amp. Band practice may have only been taking place on the roof, but he didn't want to make his bandmates wait around. While he was rooting around his desk, he knocked his mouse, causing his computer monitor to come to life and your face lit up the screen. Colin remembered snapping that moment months ago, when you found him alone on the rooftop after one of your dates had gone wrong. You had weasled Colin into playing one of your favourite songs and began dancing in the moonlight. Colin recalled how he had to capture the look of pure unadulterated joy on your face as you swayed in the glow of the city. Colin could still hear you giggling as you raced down the stairs to his apartment and he realised then that he was done for. He didn't fuck you that night: for the first time in Colin's life, he had made love.

Colin was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't hear the frantic banging on the door. He looked away from his computer and sighed.

“Hang on I'll be up in a s-”

“Colin I'm bleeding!”

-

Colin would never remember how he had gotten you both to the hospital, but he could never forget the tension that filled the air as you sat in the waiting room in the maternity ward. Colin was trying his best to stay calm for your sake, but his insides were still twisting and turning. His heart shattered as he felt you tremble in his arms. He did his best to soothe you by delicately running his hand along your back, your face buried in his shoulder. If Colin had his way he would pull you onto his lap, however he knew that now more than ever he had to respect your boundaries. Colin noticed his shoulder moisten as your trembles turned into sobs, he tightened his arms around you and placed a chaste kiss to your temple.

“Hey, hey you're gonna be okay” He said desperate to comfort you. “Whatever happens, I'm here.” You hands tightened on his plaid shirt as you looked up into his eyes. In that moment, Colin swore that he would do anything to take away the fear that was in your eyes and used his thumb to wipe away the tears on your puffy cheeks.

“I'm just so scared Colin.” You said in a voice barely above a whisper. Colin leant down to place another kiss on your forehead.

“I know sweetheart, me too.” Colin confessed. Colin opened his mouth to say something else, but before the words could come out your name was called out. Once again your destiny was calling you, except this time you were hoping with every fibre of your being that pregnancy would be the result. Colin rose from his seat and turned to you holding out his hand.

“I promise that we're in this together.”

-

Once you had heard your baby's heartbeat, it was explained that it was likely a sub-chorionic bleed and you were still likely to have an healthy pregnancy. As the nurse explained that you needed to take it easy for a few days, you couldn't help but zone into Colin's demeanour. As your twelve week scan was still a couple of weeks away this was Colin's first scan. When you saw the look on his face as he heard his child's heartbeat for the first time, you knew that no matter how abnormal this whole situation was; you could not be happier that you were doing this with Colin.

You felt that you should have been excited or at least relieved, but you were numb and exhausted. As you climbed into the passenger seat of Colin's van, you barely registered him speaking to you; luckily he didn't press you for an answer and he began to drive. Instinctively you placed your hand on your belly, where your warm hand brushed against the strip of skin that was exposed after your top had ridden up slightly.

You were still preoccupied when Colin made an unannounced stop and so you didn't notice that he had gotten out of the van until he was getting back in. He passed you a warm paper bag that smelled of fries. As the engine came back to life you noticed the excitement was rolling off Colin in waves and for the first time in what felt like decades a small smile crept across your face.

Soon enough you were outside your apartment block, where Colin escorted you inside with one arm slung protectively around your shoulders. Once you were inside and settled on the sofa, Colin retreated to the kitchen, but within seconds was back and handing you a plate of your exact order from one of your favourite burger places. Without saying a word, you inhaled your meal like a lioness devouring her prey. You noticed Colin sit beside you as closely as possible and you both ate in silence.

You couldn't help but think of the parallels between now and that night a few weeks ago; especially as Colin was there for you in the exact same way. It was as if he intuitively knew what you needed. You knew that the pair of you were committed to having this baby as friends, but you couldn't help but feel that he was acting more like a boyfriend. You knew that once the stupor had worn off you had to bring it all up again.

When you both had finished eating, Colin took the empty plates into the kitchen. As he returned you noticed that the excitement had evolved into nerves as he tried to calculate his next move. He stood to the side of the sofa and fidgeted about, until you stood up and made your way to him. Taking your hand in his, you looked up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I don't think I can sleep if I'm here on my own, please can you stay until I drop off?”

“Of course I will sweetheart,” Colin answered. “You know I'd do anything for you.”

Once again he let you lead him into your bedroom, but Colin looked away as you kicked off your trainers and socks. Not bothering with your pyjamas, you shimmed out of your jeans and bra. As he heard rustle of your quilt Colin lay on the bed beside you, staying above the duvet.

“Sorry for being such a misery guts, I know I should be more excit-”

“Don't be silly Y/N.” Said Colin sympathetically. “God knows you've been through the ringer tonight, of course you're exhausted.”

You nodded gratefully. “I know this may sound a bit silly, but could you just – I don't know – tell me a story or something – I need to take my mind of tonight for a bit.” Colin gave you a thoughtful look, before kissing you on the forehead again.

“I know just the tale.” He said jokingly as you made yourself comfortable and closed your eyes.

“Once upon a time, just down the corridor lived a jester. The jester was handsome, smart and sexy as hell.”

You did your best to suppress the snort that broke free, of course Colin would use the opportunity to talk about himself.

“The jester was a gifted musician, who would often use his talents to enchant a wench back to his chambers: where he would demonstrate his other mind-blowing capabilities.”

“Colin if you're gonna use this as an excuse to brag about your sexual escapades then I'd rather be alone.” You said in faux annoyance.

“Of course not and if you stop interrupting me, you'll see this is an epic love story.”

Sighing, you indicated to Colin that he was free to continue.

“One day the most fair and beautiful maiden moved in opposite the jester. The jester tried with all of his might, but the maiden was immune to the jester's charms; for she dreamed of being swept off her feet by a handsome prince and the jester believed that true love was not his fate.”

You opened your eyes and looked at Colin as he was staring at the wall. Was he talking about you? A past conquest? Some made up fantasy woman? As Colin turned to look at you, you quickly closed your eyes and hoped he didn't catch you staring.

“The maiden found many suitors, but they did not appreciate the maiden's beauty and kind nature. One fateful night, the jester saved the maiden from the clutches of a troll disguised as a prince. The maiden thanked the jester by letting him spend a magical night in her chambers.”

Your heart started to pound against your ribcage. Yes, he was talking about you, but why? What was Colin trying to achieve?

“The next day the jester promised to help the maiden find her true love and would satisfy her needs in the mean time. However, as the jester spent more time with the maiden, he began to enjoy her companionship and as the weeks turned to months the jester realised that he had fallen in love with the her.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart skipped a beat. Colin was in love. With you... But when? How? Why the fuck didn't he say anything?! You noticed that Colin's breathing had changed and as his fingertips tentatively brushed your across your face to move a stray hair, you opened your eyes to see the azure of his eyes looking right back at you with the boldness to take down a dragon. Before you had the chance to say anything, Colin continued to speak.

“The jester knew that he was not good enough for the maiden and believed that once she had found her prince charming he would have to do whatever it took in order for her to be happy.”

“Colin I-”

“Sh!” Colin interrupted, pressing his index finger to your lips. The story isn't over yet sweetheart.” You decided not to argue to see where Colin was trying to go. As Colin removed his finger, he took a deep breath.

“One day the jester decided to visit the maiden to find that she was most upset. The jester did his best to comfort the maiden, but he found something that did not belong to him... something that... I assumed that it wasn't mine.”

You sat up, your heartbeat accelerating. “Colin wh-”

“The week before, you brought home that James guy home.”

“He missed the last train home and I offered him the couch, but he tried to get into bed with me so I kicked him out. Anyway Colin I was six weeks along when I found out.” You explained as you tried to figure out if you were angry or hurt. “You were the only person I was sleeping with for a while. Colin we could have been together weeks ago, why didn't you say anything?”

“Because I'm not the guy girls want to end up with, I'm just the slutty neighbour. All everyone wants from me is a second round in the morning.”

“Yeah and you proved that when-” you started feeling more agitated.

“If I could take that back then I would!” Colin almost snapped, hurt filling his eyes. Colin went to look away, but you reached out and put your hand on his cheek, forcing him to keep eye contact. “Y/N don't forget that you hid from your feelings for as long as I did. You deserve to be swept off your feet and to ride off into happily ever after with your prince charming, and that's not me.”

“Listen here, Jester.” you said as your thumb stroked Colin's cheek. “I don't want that bullshit. I want Once Upon a Time with you; the guy who never fails to make me laugh, who filled his cupboards with the exact brand of ginger tea that I like, who always comes to my rescue when I need him most.”

Colin's eyes widened like a child on Christmas morning as you leaned in closer and dropped your voice to a whisper.

“Also don't tell the little one, but the sex is pretty mind-blowin-”

Before you had a chance to finish, you felt Colin's soft lips on yours. Bedsheets were shoved to one side as arms wrapped around each of your bodies, pulling you both as close to each other as possible. You deepened the kiss, allowing Colin's tongue entrance, where you both tried to disclose the feelings that words could not define. Eventually, the kiss came to an end, and you both parted for air. Resting your head on his shoulder, you watched as Colin hesitantly placed his hand on your belly. There was no bump yet, but you couldn't help the goosebumps that appeared as Colin stroked your stomach. Colin looked up, with the biggest grin you could ever imagine, excited for what the future had in store.

“I love you Y/N.” Beaming back at him, you replied simply with the only four words needed.

“I love you too.”

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Taglist: @whiskey-cokenfanfic @mrs-captain-evans @ransomsweatersandcappuccinos @southerngracela @katiew1973 @supersoldiersruined-me @kelbabyblue @amiquette @feelmyroarrrr @patzammit @daydreamerinadazedworld @denisemarieangelina @jeremyrennermakesmesmile​ @bellaireland1981

[painfullybadimagines]

Fandoms and Characters I write for

Inbox me with requests :)

Things to note:

This list isnt complete, its more of a basic outline. I will be adding characters and other shows ascand when I think of them

I write (character) x female reader not character on character

Currently experimenting writing fanfiction for female charaters (Female character x Female Reader), feel free to request (:

I am best at writing: Cute, fluffy and smutty but open to requests that are outside of this 

The Walking Dead:

Carl grimes

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Negan

13 Reasons Why -  I haven’t seen season 3...

Clay Jensen

Jeff Atkins

Bryce Walker

Justin Foley

Tler Down

Zach Dempsy

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Thor

Loki

Captain America

Spiderman / Peter Parker

Iron Man

Eddie Brock

Peter Quill

Black Sails:

Billy Bones

Long John Silver

Captain Flint

Captain Charles Vane

Harry Potter Universe:

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Ron Weasly

Cedric Diggery

Tom Riddle (Chamber of Secrets Version of him)

Neville Longbottom

Dean Thomas

Newt Scamander

Albus Dumblerdore (Fantastic Beasts)

Theseus Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

Peaky Binders:

Thomas Shelby

John Shelby

Michael Gray

Other Random Characters:

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Owen Grady (Jurrasic World)

Clark Kent 

Kylo Ren

Tyler Rake (Extraction)

Napolen Solo (The Man From U.N.C.L.E)

Illy Kuryakin (The Man From U.N.C.L.E)

Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin ( Kingsman)

Charlie Hesketh (Kingsman)

Gale Hawthorne (The Hunger Games)

Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Actors:

Henry Cavill

Chris Evans

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Hopper

Sam Claflin

If you have any reccomendations for good series feel free to suggest them :)

[80s4life]

Under Construction

Word Count: 1,841

Status: Suggested!

Ask: Can it be from Stand By Me with Ace were I’m like Teddy’s older sister and also wear glasses and Ace and I don’t really get along, we always bicker and he always teases me, when I’m out in the front yard I hear his car and he runs over my mailbox when I get upset and confront him we get in a little teasing argument when he pushes my glasses from sliding down and we have a moment and kiss. 

@: @gpiggy98

Fandom: Stand By Me 1984

Relationship: Ace Merrill x Female!Reader

Summary: He knew you before you knew him. Of course he did. He was the "King" of Castle Rock, or more like the main terrorist that everyone knew about, but never personally. When your brother had left for two days on a trip he stated to be a so called "mission," Teddy returned a different young man. It wasn't until some time later when you'd figured out the truth, that you'd be taking charge and standing your ground to protect your brother. With a big mark on your back and an enemy to subdue, you couldn't help but see more than you'd ever seen before.

Warnings: language, minor injury, fluff!

Masterlist  Stand By Me Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary​ @intersellars-the-alien-of-human

{gif not mine, credits go to @gold-chaotic-wizard​}

Walking through the front door, silent and head down, Teddy glanced up for a moment, catching your stare, then continuing to his right to go up the stairs. “Teddy?” you call after him, but receive no answer. Placing your book down on the couch and pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose,  you call again, “Teddy?” Something's off.

Following him up the stairs, he attempts to slam the door in your face. The attempt, although feeble, made your steps falter a moment. Teddy’s never been one to back out of anything, not even a potential fight- that is, if he’s pissed at you. “Teddy?” you try for the last time, head placed against his bedroom door as you knock lightly. 

“...Just go away...” he sounds from within his room, voice muffled and slightly forced. He’s crying. The thought occurs after a moment, enabling you to push through the threshold of his room. Finally able to see him properly, his bag was thrown across the room, glasses dropped beside his bed, his body sprawled across it belly-down. Confirming your earlier thoughts, he lifts his head to look at you for a moment, eyes red and damp with many shed tears.

“What’s up, Bub?” you ask lightly, sitting at the corner of his bed and pulling his head into your lap.

“Promise not to tell mom?” 

“I promise,” you say, kissing the tip of your pinkie, then lifting it to the air, “Pinkie Swear, even.”

“I didn’t go to Gordie’s this weekend. Instead, we went on this bitchin’ adventure to go for that lost boy that was in the news. We were going to be on TV if we found him! ...And we did...He was all cut up, and bloody, and torn apart, and-and-and he was just so young. He was my age Y/N. But, then, when we were about to leave, Ace and his gang came to screw us on the whole thing and take the fame, but really, we didn’t want it anymore. Gordie and Chris were trying to cover the boy up instead, we figured it’d be best if no one knew where he was. We thought it would be better if we let him rest in peace rather than being blown all over the newspapers and stuff, ya know? Ace wouldn’t let up though, he didn’t care like we did, so Gordie pulled a gun on him, and he left...for now. He promised he’ll get us for it,” Teddy rants about the whole story of events that happened this weekend. It was when he described the boy’s body that you could finally see why he was so upset. No person should ever see such a thing, even if it was intended as a little adventure.

“Guess they don;t look the same like the movies, huh?” you try to joke, albeit sadly as you could see the swirl of emotions in Teddy’s eyes. He’s never been so vulnerable before, none of his liveliness or joking anywhere in sight.

“God no! That’s what I was thinkin’ he was gonna look like when we got there, but no. It was way worse. The producers and people got that shit wrong!”

“Hey, listen. I’m not gonna tell mom alright? And don’t worry about Ace. You, Gordie, Chris, and Vern have got nothing to worry about, I’m not going to let him get to you guys. Alright?” you ask again, cradling Teddy’s face in your hands as you wipe away the remaining tears with your thumbs. When he nods, you give him a light kiss on the tip of his nose, “Now get some sleep, I’m making some soup for dinner. Then we can watch Mickey Mouse Club if you want?”

“That sound good,” he mumbles, smoozing into the pillows and blankets comfortably.

Going down the stairs to prepare dinner, you hear a smashing noise from outside. Running to the front door quickly, you’re just able to catch Ace and his gang in a car, peeling down the street with a baseball in Billy Tessio’s hands. “Fuck you Ace!” you yell at him, satisfied when you see his head snap round to look at you, your middle finger high above your head. Just as you expected him to narrow his eyes in anger, he smirks instead, shaking his head and turning around in his seat, disappearing down the street in which he came.

///

This soon became a natural occurrence, Ace either appearing in his red convertible by his lonesome or in a group. Everyday, you are greeted with the same smashing noise of your wooden mailbox being smashed to bits. At some point, even your parents noticed Ace’s behavior and seemingly target on your house. So much so that they’d finally had enough, ordering you to either get him to stop or pay for the replacements. The latter is what you’d ended up with in the end, getting into multiple squabbles with Ace that end the exact same: him finding amusement in the whole ordeal, you flustered and out of good comebacks, and the result being that Ace continued his charades. It pissed you off to no end, the way he’d just flaunt his shit, all cocky without remorse.

That’s when an idea occurred. 

///

Marching down the front steps leading to your front door, you continue your way down to the end of the driveway. Looking down the street, you catch the familiar glow of his red convertible, this time only him in the car. Nodding to yourself, you hide behind the bush nearest the mailbox, out of view of Ace when he arrives. For days, you timed when Ace came around, the times almost lining up perfectly, like this was a part of his everyday schedule now.

The car, now coming to a slow stop, parks but remains on, the driver’s side door clamping shut upon impact as Ace steps out. Grabbing the wooden bat from the back seat, he makes his way around the car and prepares to line up his shot on the mailbox. Just as he gets ready to swing, you jump out from the bush; a horrible decision as his grip slips, the bat making connection with the side of your knee. 

Jumping back a little, it takes him a moment to notice what had just happened, your body splayed across the grass as an already purple bruise forms on your leg, whimpering in pain. “Ow!” you scream at him, trying not to cry as you get back on your feet, rubbing slow circles on the area, “Dickhead!”

“Who-Who you callin’ Dickhead, Sweets?” he stutters, still starstruck.

“I am! You just hit me with a damn bat, you Idiot!” 

“Oh, so now I’m an Idiot, too?! Who the hell jumps in front of someone with a fucking bat in their hands?!”

“I didn’t expect you to swing, dammit! I thought you’d stop when you saw me, not go through with it!” you yell, trying not to cry even more now as the pain becomes evident and the tears bubble up in your eyes.

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have gotten so damn close, and I could’ve missed!”

“You shouldn’t even be here! You shouldn’t be coming around here every. Damn. Day. Just to smash my fucking mailbox that I pay for by the way! You’ve broken so many of them that now it’s become my responsibility to pay for the new ones! And for what? Because a couple of boys found a dead kid? What were you even supposed to gain from that?! Why couldn’t you have just left everyone and everything alone?!” you scream, voice cracking at the end as the tears start to fall in frustrated droplets.

The air seems to get filled up in an intense silence, neither of you speaking nor looking at each other directly for a while. After some time, Ace speaks up, “Is that why you came out here today? To tell me everything I fuck up in?”

“No, Ace, I wanted to tell you to leave my brother and his friends alone. And, if you were just a smidge kind enough, to keep my mailbox out of it too,” you sniffle, looking at your feet.

As your glasses start to slide down the bridge of your nose again, you go to push them back up, Ace beating you to it however. Looking up at him, his hands stay on either side of your face, his thumb stroking at the soft skin. Eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, your cheeks heat up at the proximity. “What are you doing, Ace?” you whisper, so close, your breath ghosts across his lips.

“You mean, what are we doing?” he whispers back, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss just as you go to argue once more.

Slowly, you ease into the kiss, eyes fluttering close as you give in to the warmth and love behind it. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he goes to wrap his arms around your hips, finding comfort there. You forget about the pain in your knee for as long as possible, eventually pulling away from him in a flustered, embarrassed way as you go to check up on the bruise.

Getting on his knees, Ace takes your leg in his grasp, looking over what he’d done, ashamed. “It looks pretty bad, Y/N...Want me to go take you to go get it checked out?” he asks nicely, a different side of him.

“It’s just a bruise, I’ll be fine. I swear. But, if plan on this getting anywhere,” you start, pointing between the two of you, “then you better wise up, ya got me?”

“Yes ma’am!” Ace solutes lazily, smirking as he looks at the ground.

“Good,” you try to say sternly, breaking into a grin when you looks up at you through his eyelashes. “You wanna come inside and help me ice it?”

Chuckling now, Ace straightens, going to shut off the car and take the keys, grabbing your hand and leading you back through the front door. Giggling, you follow him as he tries to find everything himself, sitting you down on the couch, switching the TV on, scrambling around to find the freezer, and coming back with a bag of frozen peas. 

Panting as he hands you the peas, he stands out of breath from the little scavenger hunt, watching you. “Come on Lover-boy,” you say, pulling him down next to you on the couch by his shirt. Kicking off your shoes, he follows the same, eventually spreading out to cuddle one another. As your eyes drift to sleep in a light haze, you completely forget about the soup in the oven, jumping back up when the smell of smoke fills the room, “Shit!”

[holdin-out-for-a-hero]

Rookie Chapter 3- Leon Kennedy x Reader

Words: 1712

Warnings: if being uneven in quality counts as a warning

A flash of light shone through the distant window of the door at the end of the hall. Along with it, the whirring of an engine coming closer.

"What the-" You were cut off when the ground below you rumbled as the helicopter made impact. The sudden collision knocked you off your feet, but before you had a chance to fall Leon grabbed your arm and pulled you back up. Your eyes met his.

"Thank you." You said. Leon looked away.

"It's no problem."

"What do you think that was?"

"No idea." He exhaled. "Can this night get any weirder?"

The two of you ran towards the door to the courtyard. You opened the door and walked into the rain. Swirling black smoke came from the side of the building where the helicopter crash took place. Leon pointed his flashlight towards the place of impact, revealing the true extent of the damage. Electrical sparks lit up the rubble. One thing that caught your eye, though, was the pilot. He was slumped and completely still in his seat, almost disturbingly peaceful. The image of him would forever be burned into your mind. A female shout brought the two of you out of the trance.

"Leon?" The woman called. When he heard her he ran towards the railing.

"Claire!" Leon shouted down at her. "Hold on, I'll be right there!" He rushed down the wet stairs, you close behind. The woman stood at the fenced door, jiggling the knob. Leon approached the woman. "Claire, it's so nice to see you."

"How're you doing? That helicopter just came out of no where." She replied, fingers digging into the chain links. You stood behind them as they talked, uncomfortably rocking on your heels. For some reason, this girl made you feel inadequate. Even through the dark of the night you could see her beauty, and how easily she clicked with Leon. Then it hit you. He was a very attractive man, but you never saw him in a romantic light until now, when he was flirting with another girl. Funny, you thought. You were an adult woman, and this wasn't high school, so you shook those thoughts away. Romance had no place here.

"Oh, and this is Y/N. She's a cop too" Leon said, trying to include you in the conversation. You took a step closer to the door and smiled at her.

"You're a cop?" She asked, her entire demeanor changing. Instead of leaning on the fence, she was now standing straight.

"Yes, I am."

"Do you know my brother Chris Redfield?" She pleaded. You nodded. "Do you know if he's ok?" Chris Redfield worked in a different office from you, but it wasn't uncommon to see him in the station. He was pretty well known around the precinct, which is what confused you as you tried to remember him in any event from the past week. There was nothing. You didn't remember seeing or hearing from him since the outbreak began. She stared at you intently.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him at all recently." You finally told her. She slumped her shoulders when you said this. You scrambled to reassure her. "But don't lose hope, I'm sure he's ok. I bet we can find him." As soon as the words left your mouth, the helicopter exploded behind you. Pieces of fiery rubble fell from the sky and onto the ground, leaving trails of smoke in their place. The station's fire alarm went off, waking many undead visitors and attracting their attention. Leon cursed under his breath.

"You know what that means." He said.

"Yeah, dinner time." She shuddered.

"You should go, Claire." Leon noticed the zombies approaching her. She pulled her gun out of its holster.

"Don't worry about me, Leon. You take care of yourself." She replied. The zombies were closer now, some shaking the fence.

"Claire you need to go—Now!" He said to her. She turned around to face her enemies.

"Let's get through this, all of us." She whipped her head behind to look at the two of you, and then she walked away, her form fading into the darkness.

Now many zombies took the place of Claire, tearing at the fence. You and Leon walked back inside the building in silence. There were no zombies to be fought inside, or so you thought, which made it all the more uncomfortable.

"So are you two... a thing?" You finally spoke up. It took Leon by surprise.

"What? No. I just met her tonight, actually." He  stammered. "What makes you think that?" You thought for a moment.

"Oh I don't know." You began, still walking down the hall. "Maybe it was the way she was leaning against the fence." Leon quirked a brow. To demonstrate, you leaned extra seductively on the wall and said in a breathy tone: "Oh I'm just... surviving." Leon laughed. "Oh Leon, you got a key in one of those pockets?" You continued. He laughed some more, his cheeks now pink.

"I think you're just reading too into it." He said, giving you a smirk. You opened your mouth to retaliate, but nothing came out. Leon laughed again as he passed you.

"I am not!" You yelled at him. Leon laughed louder. He looked back at you, his smile quickly dropping as his eyes widened.

"Y/N!" He yelled, but it was too late. Teeth sunk into your shoulder, breaking the skin and some of the flesh underneath. You screamed both in horror and pain. A gunshot whirred past your shoulder, hitting the zombie in the forehead. The creature that appeared out of nowhere jerked back and released you from its grip, You ran toward Leon. He finished the job and turned to look at your wound, but you wouldn't let him.

"It can wait," was all you said. And so you two continued walking through the station.

It was the first time since the outbreak started that you let your guard down, and you were hurt for it. You were ashamed, for no other police officer would have been so careless. And you should have heard it coming; zombies aren't very quiet. You were an officer now, for goodness sake, not a rookie. Leon was the rookie and so far he had been more careful than you. You continued walking down the hallway in silence. Leon noticed the demeanor change, how you stood much farther away from him now, always on edge. He watched a few drops of blood cascade down your once white shirt.

"You're bleeding," he began. You didn't look back at him. "I've got bandages on me, please let me patch you up."

"I said it can wait." Leon wasn't a stupid man; he knew not to push any further. So, he changed the subject. "I think the next statue is upstairs,"

The next medallion was much harder to get than the others; you had to use explosives to get to it. But now, with all three medallions, you finally felt hopeful again. You made it back to the lobby, Leon at your heels. On the familiar couch lay Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, asleep. Putting the medallions into their places on the large statue, you watched the layers of stone move away to reveal a secret room and elevator. Leon grinned at you, for there was a real chance of survival now. You couldn't wait to show Marvin and get him to safety, so you walked over to his couch.

"Marvin, it's time to go," you said shaking his shoulder. He jerked up, an animalistic growl emitting from his throat. He snapped out of the trance, panting.

"We gotta get you to a hospital, now," Leon said. Marvin's eyes darted around the room. He finally registered what Leon said.

"No, no... I...." he began, still breathing hard. "Save yourselves." He turned away from Leon.

"Come on, I've got you." Leon grabbed Marvin's shoulder, but Marvin shook him away.

"Go!"

"Look we can still make it out of here togethe-" Branagh pulled out his gun.

"It's too late." His voice cracked. "I-I tried, but I couldn't stop it." Marvin looked to you, his gaze softening when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Lieutenant...” you said softly. His gaze lowered from your eyes to your wound.

“You’re hurt, what happened? Don’t tell me...”

“I- uh, I got hit with some debris. There was an explosion near the courtyard. What matters now is that we can still save you!”

“No, you can’t, you need to save yourselves. Officer Y/N L/N, believe me when I say every single officer in this precinct would have wanted you especially to survive." Marvin choked out; you approached him. "You're our rookie." He smiled at you. A tear escaped your eyes. For so long you fought to be called anything but rookie, but now, it was the only thing comforting you. You weren't able to save any of the other officers, and now you were being ordered to leave your lieutenant behind. He was like a father to you, strict but kind, and always there to listen. And he wanted you to leave him and carry on. You couldn't, not after seeing every single one of your colleagues die. "Please Y/N, save yourself." Another tear fell. You closed your eyes and took a deep, shaky breath, using all your strength to keep a little composure.

"I can't. Not without yo-" you were cut off.

"It's an order!" He barked, before coughing again. A hand grabbed your wrist, it was Leon.

"Please Y/N, we have to go."

"Give me a minute!" You yelled at him. Leon stepped back. You turned to look at Marvin, his skin looked paler and was covered in sweat. But his eyes held the same intensity as they always did. So many memories flooded your mind, so many ways to say goodbye, but all you could muster was a weak "Thank you... for everything." He looked into your eyes as if to tell you he knew exactly what you wanted to say. With all the strength you had left, you kissed him on the cheek, stood up, and walked with Leon into the chamber under the statue. You turned back around to look at him for one last time, the stone walls moving back into place. It was the last time you saw lieutenant Branagh alive; he was the last of your precious colleagues, the last piece of raccoon city you had left. And you gave him up.

[headcannonsbutwrittenbyasnake]

Welcome to Hell I'll be your tour guide!

My name is Gorgon and I'll be the one writing headcanons!

Who I write for?:

Resident Evil:

Leon s. Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine

Rebecca Chambers

Ada Wong

Sherry Birkin (Res6 ONLY)

Jake Muller

Sheva Alomar

Moria Burton

Helena Harper

Piers Nivans

Mortal Kombat:

Almost all of them. Even minor characters with like one appearance

No Kano- I'm part of the "Please incarcerate Kano" club

The only characters I dont write xreader for: Kronika, Geras, Reptile, Quan Chi, Shao Kahn

Dead by daylight:

All Killers

Monster Prom

All the main dates! First and second term

I may be very inclined to write for Vera first (I love my murder wife)

Devil may Cry

Dante

Vergil

Lady

Trish

Nico

Nero

Kyrie

I don't have the best memory so if I forgot someone you fancy ask me if I'll be willing to write for them!

What will I write?:

Mostly anything but here are the thing I DON'T write for:

Ships, I'll only do "character x reader" (I'm sorry that this wasn't here before- to the Anon that asked me!)

Male!reader: I'm female, I'm not versed with male... Things. I'm just not comfortable writing for male reader

NSFW: I'm young, let me have some innocence left, also tumblr y'all into some weird shit.

Hard topics: mostly suicide. Suicidal reader I'm fine with, but the complete act... I can't. Don't ask. Harmful addictions too. Or terminal illnesses.