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Leon Fic Chapter 3
I just wanted to post this chapter, what even happened 😭
Synopsis: end of date, Leon leaves for a while, emo rambling and a magical fairy appears at the end of the chapter (not really though don't take that literally)
The wind felt like little ice pricking at my skin, sparking electricity in my veins as I held on to Leon for dear life. Exhilarating, that was the word I was looking for. At some point, I opened my eyes to see the gorgeous lights of the city as we whisked by them. It was unreal. This whole situation was. Me, out on a date with a guy who, even though I just met him, feels like I’ve known him my whole life, on a motorcycle for the first time in my life, but feeling completely safe. I take a moment to thank the writer’s block that led me to that cafe as I watch the encouraging fairies pass by. They don’t feel like regular lights anymore. They feel like fairies. I almost feel like a fairy. At a red light, I readjust my hands around his waist to make sure I don't fall off, interlocking my fingers. He glances behind at me for a second.
“You okay?” His voice sounds close and far at the same time. I was too enamored in the sights around me to think too much about his dark leather jacket, or the sleek helmet he wore. Breathlessly (it was taken already), I replied.
“Yea.” He laughed lightly.
“We’ve gotta get you a helmet.”
“Yea.”
The food at that place was amazing. I don’t know if it’s because of how effervescent I’m feeling, or the chef’s careful measurements. As usual, Leon is a regular, though the stand man says it’s the first time he’s visited in months “and with a girl, no less.” I’m not quite sure what it is I ordered, but it has that quality that only someone passionate enough to work in a truck can put into their food. There were wooden park tables built around the place, making it feel like a real restaurant. The truck even had its own veranda. After our meal, I couldn’t help but feel like dancing. I held it in, though (barely).
We were outside of my apartment building now, me loosely holding onto the light pole Leon stopped at while he sat on his bike, helmet off, eyes staring so perfectly. He was so perfect. I don’t even remember how I got here, I only remember his face, his hands, his voice.
“I was probably the last kind of girl you were hoping to take on a date. Some deranged creative who accidentally wrote you into a book. Sorry for wasting so much of your time.” He laughed at me again, that soft and low breathy thing he calls a laugh. I try my best not to swoon, but I don’t think it’s working. I really do love that laugh.
“If you’d believe me, I think you’re the only person I ever should’ve taken on a date.” He adjusts himself to get a better view of me. “And I wouldn’t mind being your muse. If you’ll have me.” He looks so honest about it and it’s my turn to laugh now. I don’t think he understands what a muse is, but that’s okay. Anything he does is okay. I allow the pole to support most of my weight, unable to trust my feet anymore.
“Be prepared for that. It’s not for the faint of heart.” I can already tell just from the time we spent together, his heart is anything but faint.
“So, when will I see you again?” I try my best not to look as eager to see him as I am.
“That depends, when are you free?” He’s flirtatious, effortlessly so, but I do my best to match him.
“Almost always. Just come by when-” I was cut off by Leon’s phone ringing. I was a little surprised by it, but more than that I was taken aback by the complete drop in his expression. It felt like he already knew who it was before checking the caller I.D.. I motioned that I would walk out of earshot for him, and he smiled apologetically. I loitered around a bit down the street, sometimes looking at the grave expression he had on while he spoke. Somewhat instinctively, I knew what it was about. I remembered the way he faltered for a second when talking about work. It has to be about that. He’s special forces, after all. I think about movies I’ve seen and wonder if the real thing is the same or not. It’s probably much worse. At some point he beckoned me back over, quickly running his hand through his hair before he spoke.
“I’m sorry, it’s- work. I might not be back for a while, so I guess I’ll have to trust you were serious about me being able to stop by whenever.” He tried to play it cool, but I could tell he was anxious. He probably had to leave soon. I won’t keep him any longer.
“Of course I was. I’ll see you when you’re back?” He will come back, right? I had a feeling of unexplainable uncertainty, the kind that happens right before something terrible occurs.
“Yea.” He stops to look at the floor for a moment. “You’ll be the first person I see.” With that, he drove off at a worrying speed. I was left there, underneath that light post, all alone with my thoughts. And so, so many feelings.
I didn’t see him for a little over a week, though that week felt like months. I continued my typical routine, but with a bitter aftertaste in every activity. Courtesy of the time I used to waste sleeping, I finished the first few chapters of that book and turned them into my editor. She praised me for being ahead of schedule. I wondered what the schedule was for whatever he was doing. I accidentally fell asleep on the couch and woke up wondering if he had a decent place to sleep. I ate at that cafe again (and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again), wondering if he had a proper meal yet. I was most certainly having more feelings than necessary for someone I only knew for a day, but I couldn’t help it. They kept falling out like heather-scented sludge from a broken faucet. I knew that I would never be allowed to know what he was doing or where he was going, that’s something they wouldn’t even tell his wife, but it was the fact that I knew he was in a dangerous position. To say it messed with me would be a gross understatement (mess, like the mess on the floor from the water I spilled, I need to clean that up). I was so disconcerted, in fact, that I even started working on that painting for that mean old man, thinking maybe he felt a similarish way about his late wife. I painted with guilt and grief and longing and all the things I suddenly realized were prevalent in people. I am much too nescient, and now was the worst time to have realized such a thing.
I was just beginning to stir from a nap on the couch when I heard a ping from my phone. I languidly checked to see what message I got from my editor, probably. It was not my editor. It was Leon. I panicked for a moment, and before I even got the chance to properly read the message, he was calling me.
“Hey, what’s your apartment number?”
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#leon fic#writing#leon re4#leon re2#leon resident evil#leon x reader#leon x you#Leon series#Y'all need to help me name this thing#Like actually I cant just keep calling it leon fic#I have so much work to do#I procrastinated so I could publish this booger#I'm sorry leon isn't a booger#or is he???#leon booger poll when???
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Leonardo
I finished this comic about a month ago but couldn't bring myself to post it. It started as a simple illustration and then I just kept adding more and more and at some point I had to stop myself and cut the story short. I'm still not entirely satisfied with the result but... well. I like it. That's enough.
#my art#art#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt fanart#tmnt leonardo#rottmnt leo#rise leo#future leonardo#peepaw leo#turtle tots#turtle tot leo#i'm not good with words#i'm not good at writing or storytelling#size difference who??#i made future leon so big omg#guess i was still affected by cass apocalyptic series lol#(yeah i just read that. it's awesome. i'm gonna scream about it later)#then i rewatched the movie's first scene when i was finishing the last page and was like#wait#leo's just a little taller than casey?!?!#so he's not THAT big...#well okay#all versions of leo gathered together#is it a dream? an afterlife? time travel? who knows :)
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“You'll stay with me?' Until the very end."
#artist is georg cornicelius#artist is octave tassaert#artist is leon cogniet#artist is gustave dore#artist is llya repin#artist is thomas benjamin keninnington#yes that might quote might be from a certain book series but i love that quote#artedit#art history#art#arthistoryedit#*mine*
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resident evil 4 (2005)
#resident evil#resident evil 4#resident evil series#glitter gif#glitter graphics#glitter edit#glittercore#blue glitter#black glitter#web graphics#horror games#ps2 horror#ps2 games#leon kennedy#game cover#tw eyestrain#my edit#fentanylaced
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🍉 kind of weather 💕
#free palestine#palestine#free gaza#all eyes on rafah#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#resident evil#leon scott kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#resident evil infinite darkness#leon kennedy x reader smut#leon kennedy thirst hours#cupid doodles#piers nivans art#piers nivans#piers nivans x reader smut#chris resident evil#chris redfield#piers nivans x reader#resident evil 6#resident evil fanart#resident evil series#chris redfield thrist hours#resident evil village#chris redfield x reader
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kindle | leon k.
genre(s): romance, friends to lovers, modern au
warning(s): language, mutual pining, soft boi leon, stream of consciousness
Leon does these things that confuse the hell out of you while you’re on missions or around the office. You’re his partner—work partner—but sometimes you feel like a little more. More than the younger sibling caught beneath the shadow of an overbearing brother.
You don’t really know where things are going because he’s made it glaringly obvious in the past that he doesn't mix work with pleasure. However, something’s clearly shifted in your relationship as of late. Yet, you can’t, for the life of you, pinpoint what it is or when it happened.
Oftentimes, you catch him gazing at you in your peripheral, a fondness inhabiting his eyes like you’ve never seen with the slightest quirk to his lips. That softness remains when a battle-worn thumb swipes blood from your cheek or rubs grime from your jaw.
Sometimes, he holds your chin between his fingers and tilts your head this way and that—much to your chagrin—to make sure you’re devoid of injuries. Though, you never miss how his irises glitter like the sunset against sea waves, and his lips part a little as he relinquishes the softest, most relieved sigh to the air. And sometimes, you stand like this for eons, confused yet enamored, until the wet garble of a zombie springs you two apart.
You never miss how a cautious hand finds the small of your back while you’re hunched over paperwork at your desk. How it burns through the thickness of your blazer, causing your heart to work overtime. And Leon beams so boyishly, bowing over to swaddle you in his warmth and cologne as he quips how “you’ve got your work cut out for you.” Yet, as much as he hates filling out reports himself, he stays until the moon sits high in the sky to help you finish.
He always walks you to your car afterwards, arguing that, shit yeah, you can handle yourself. You suplex the undead for a living. But he’d fling himself off a cliff if his dear partner got snatched up in the parking garage. And he always lingers around a little longer after you pull off, a tender smile cresting across his lips in your rearview mirror.
But he’s your partner. He’s supposed to do things like that, right?
Like, he’s supposed to bring you food when you forget to eat—which is quite often. He’s supposed to show up to your apartment to check on you on your days off, promising his company, booze, and terrible romcoms. Supposed to hold you in your bed until you surrender your consciousness to the pretty little girls of slumber. And maybe, just maybe, it’s standard for your partner to kiss you quietly behind your ear and embrace you tighter when you squirm and chuckle and sigh wistfully in your sleep.
Through the wispy haze and the grogginess and the darkness inhabiting your bedroom, you shift to gather his cheeks in your palms—maybe you’re awake. Perhaps you’re still lurking below the shadowy depths of sleep. Who knows—and you kiss him. Cautious, but you kiss him. And though he’s initially thrown off kilter by the suddenness of it all, he relaxes against the suppleness of your lips. And his brows furrow as if he’s waited millennia for this moment. And his throat crackles with a quieted, hoarse sound as his hands perch on your hips, drawing you ever closer until your wrists cross behind his neck, and—
And…
Well, this is totally normal. Right?
part 2 >>
#leon x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon x you#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x you#resident evil 4 x reader#re4 x reader#leon drabble#leon kennedy drabble#just musing#leon fluff#leon kennedy fluff#tw: language#cw: reader insert#kindle series
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Tall eighth gym leaders and their short champion boyfriends
#honestly shocking how often this trope has occurred throughout the series#trainer blue#blue oak#green oak#trainer red#original shipping#nameless shipping#reguri#raihan pokemon#raihan#leon pokemon#truerivalshipping#wallace pokemon#steven stone#originshipping
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Missing Puzzle Piece Pt.2
Mapi Leon x Reader x Ingrid Engen
Summary: What happens when Ingrid starts to catch feelings for those already taken and will they all act on those feelings?
Word Count: 4,857
Part 1
Any time words are Italicized it indicates another language being spoken, in the case of this story it will indicate Spanish is spoken. Any time words are Bold German is being spoken. These language changes shouldn't occur too much in the future!
Ingrid's POV
Ingrid had only been in Barcelona for a total of two hours when her first misstep happened. Walking out of the conference room with an air of confidence, the impact of her hitting something knocking her back into reality. The crash of a box hitting the ground snapping her out of her shock, she found herself staring at a much smaller person, their eyes not meeting hers as they stared down at the box on the ground. Ingrid had a gut feeling it held something valuable, a sick feeling forming in her stomach at the thought of having broken something within hours of signing her contract.
“I’m so sorry,” She rushes out, her hand still holding onto the stranger's arm in an attempt to keep them from falling.
“It.. is.. okay,” she stammered out, clearly doing her best to come up with a response in English.
“I’m Ingrid, I just signed with the women's team,” she says, a soft smile on her face. Releasing the stranger's arm to hold her hand out towards her. She takes her hand gently, not really committing to shaking it.
“I am Y/N,” She responds with a small shake of their hands.
“Well it was very nice to meet you Y/N,” Ingrid says as she observes a slight blush form across Y/N’s face. Her eyes go back to the box on the floor but before Y/N gets a chance to bend down and pick it up Ingrid quickly retrieves the remarkably heavy box from the floor. Handing it over to Y/N, who visibly relaxes when she opens the box to see all of its contents still intact. Ingrid takes this as her moment to quickly turn and head down the hallway, unknowingly leaving Y/N behind in a state of confusion.
It only takes Ingrid slightly longer than expected to navigate her way to the women's team locker room. The music coming from inside guiding her the last few hallways to find it. While this wasn’t her first time meeting some of the team, mainly knowing Caro from the Norwegian national team and Frido from the time they shared at Wolfsburg, a pit of nerves still settled in her stomach. The fact that her Spanish was still very limited only intensified her nerves. Taking one last deep breath to calm the butterflies in her stomach, she pushes the door open. The music hitting her ears first, the fast Spanish conversations hitting her second. It’s all overwhelming as she stands in the doorway, her brain telling her to turn around and flee but before she gets a chance she feels someone grab her hand. Whipping her head around she finds the comforting smile of the blond she knew so well.
“Frido,” Ingrid sighs out, knowing that there is no way she can actually hear her.
“Ingrid, I’m so happy you're here!” Frido declares loudly as she pulls her into a hug. The familiar feeling of someone she knows relaxing her slightly. “Everyone,” Frido shouts, drawing the attention of the locker room. The music shutting off, silencing the room to an almost eerie level. “I’m sure some of you know her but I would like to introduce you all to Ingrid, she's just signed her contract. She’s still learning Spanish so please, be gentle with her.” Frido announces with a big grin on her face. The majority of what she had said going right over Ingrid's head. The majority of players in the room shout back a simple hello not wanting to overwhelm the brunette woman. Caro makes her way over to give Ingrid a quick hug before heading out to the training pitch not staying to mingle as the two already had plans for later that night.
“Hello, I’m Alexia,” Alexia Putellas says, extending her hand for Ingrid to shake. The introduction felt kind of unnecessary, of course Ingrid knew of Alexia Putellas she would have to be living under a rock to not know of the Alexia Putellas. “I wanted to introduce myself before we get started, if you have any questions please let me know I’ll do my best to answer.” With that Alexia is gone, Ingrid looks around the remaining group in the locker room. Frido lingers by her cubby, tying her boots just right. Another taller brunette sits in her cubby in the corner, the name Cata Coll plastered above the cubby. Finally there is a tattoo covered blond, her back is turned to Ingrid but her heart starts to flutter.
Ingrid had sworn off dating teammates, not after the last time at Wolfsburg which had ended in a mild disaster. She had been determined to not find any of her new teams enticing, yet, here she was instantly feeling drawn towards the bleach blond beauty in front of her.
“Don’t get caught staring,” Frido whispers as she goes to pass her. “Your cubby is the empty one next to mine, I’d start getting ready if I were you.” With a shake of her head Ingrid quickly gets herself ready, ignoring the blond she now knows is named María León if the plaque above her cubby is correct.
Ingrid's first practice with the team goes as well as it could, there were times she struggled to follow directions that were rambled off too quickly in Spanish. But thankfully Caro was there to save her the embarrassment, always quickly filling her in when needed in Norwegian. The language barrier doesn’t keep her from being drawn towards the woman she now knows prefers to go by Mapi. Mapi’s English is obviously something she is working on as she jokes around with Frido and Caro in English even though both of them can understand her just fine in Spanish. She has a charm that draws Ingrid in, the tattoos scattered across her body wanting her to learn more about her. The quote “looks can be deceiving” tattooed across her throat interested her the most.
“Are you still up for tonight?” Caro asks, starting Ingrid as she yet again catches herself staring at Mapi.
“Yeah.. totally.. for sure.” She stammers, tearing her eyes away from Mapi.
“Good, I have the perfect place to take you. Also, I’d be careful with the staring. She’ll notice quicker than you think.” Caro’s warning causes a bright blush to form across Ingrid's face, she had hoped she had been somewhat discrete but she realizes now she is incapable of that. “Come on, let's head out,” Caro says, taping her on the back as she passes by. Ingrid takes one last look back at Mapi, a small smile forming as she watches the blond celebrate yet another penalty kick she made.
Ingrid does her best to keep Mapi out of her head going into practice over the next week, yet she always seems to wiggle her way back in. From being paired up for drills, her arm draped lazily across her shoulder during team huddles, to short conversations during water breaks. Ingrid was inevitably growing a crush on the shorter woman.
“Are you coming to team bonding tonight,” a voice rings from behind her, turning to see Alexia walking up to her. A water bottle extended towards her.
“Thanks,” Ingrid says softly, taking the bottle from her hand, turning away from watching Mapi to try and focus on Alexia. “I was planning on it, who all is coming?”
“Most of us will be, I know some of them are bringing their partners so be prepared for more people then normal.” Alexia says between breaths, her own water bottle clutched tightly in her hand.
“Okay, thanks for the heads up,” She says handing the water bottle back over before heading towards the locker room. Did she really want to go to team bonding, not really. She had barely gotten unpacked, she was mentally and physically exhausted. She also knew deep down the majority of the night would be spent trying to decipher Spanish, Spanish spoken at a speed that was bound to be impossible to understand. But she also deep down wanted to see Mapi, away from the pitch, in clothes that weren’t workout attire. Sure she may not understand her all of the time but she made her laugh, she was comfortable with her and she wanted to see if she felt that away from the pitch.
The team had chosen a restaurant not too far from the training facilities making it an easy enough walk. She was just happy she had chosen practical shoes this morning seeing as she still didn’t have a car either hitching rides or walking everywhere. Yet Ingrid still found herself arriving after a good majority of the team, like Alexia had said many of them were there with their partners making the already cramped space even tighter.
“Ingrid,” Caro shouts, waving her over to the table she had seemingly commandeered for the night, Marta sat with her in the corner. The table, while not large, had a few seats left open, Ingrid wasn’t sure if she had been saving them or if she got lucky that she arrived when she did but she wasn’t going to question it.
“There's a lot of people here,” She says as she sits down, finally taking a moment to breathe.
“And we are still waiting on some, I think Mapi got held up so I know she’ll be here soon,” Caro mentions nonchalantly, seemingly not noticing the blush that appeared on Ingrid's face. The waiter comes around to get their orders, Marta saving her some grace by ordering for her thankfully. She still hadn’t tried to order anything out since being here, too afraid of embarrassing herself.
Conversation comes easily with Caro and Marta, the three of them switching between English, Norwegian, and Spanish easily. It wasn’t until a cheer of commotion was heard from the entrance of the room that Ingrid looked up. Instantly seeing Mapi dressed casually in a button-up shirt and some shorts, her hair thrown up in a haphazard bun. But as her eyes trail lower her stomach drops. Mapi’s hand is firmly locked with another, and as she follows that hand she finds the gorgeous person she literally ran into in the hallway her first day here. The two of them appeared happy, laughing as some of the players went over to greet the two of them. The first thing many of them do is hug the person attached to Mapi. This clearly wasn’t a new thing.
“Who is that with Mapi?” Ingrid asks hesitantly.
“Oh, that’s Y/N, Mapi’s been with her for as long as I’ve known them. I’m pretty sure they’ve been together since they were like teenagers but don’t quote me on that.” Caro says not looking up from her phone. The sick feeling in Ingrid's stomach gets even worse as the pair make their way towards their table. The table with the only seats left.
Y/N’s POV
You hadn’t planned on taking forever at work, you’d known Mapi had a team bonding night she was hoping for you to come to. You had been sure to text her that she might as well go ahead without you, insisting that editing the final few photos for the men’s merchandise page were going to take longer than planned. When you didn’t get an answer back you assumed she would head out and let you know where she was so you could meet up later. What you hadn’t expected was for her to pop up in your cubicle, hoping up onto your desk.
“I told you to go ahead my love,” You said, not looking up from the computer in front of you.
“I know, and I decided I would rather be here with you and when you're done we will go together. The girls will still be there.” Mapi insisted. Taking a mint from the jar on your desk, popping it into her mouth without a second thought.
“How have things been with the team?” You ask as you click over to the next picture.
“Good, the set pieces are starting to finally come together. Ingrid won’t stop staring at me. Oh Alexia’s free kicks are looking really good too.” Mapi says while scrolling on her phone, not looking up as you stop clicking.
“Who won’t stop staring at you?” Turning to stare at the blond, her fingers stopping as she registers what she had said.
“Um… Ingrid.” Mapi says hesitantly, putting her phone down to turn and give you her full attention. The conversation the two of you had still fresh in your minds.
“She’s been staring, does she know you have a partner?” You inquire, more out of curiosity than anything else.
“I… umm I haven’t mentioned it, I don’t know if the other girls have said anything.” You hum at her response, turning back towards your laptop to finish up the last few details. “Are you mad at me?” Mapi asks after a moment.
“No, there’s no reason to be.” You respond, quickly saving the last image before sending them off to the admin for merchandising. “You haven’t done anything, how can I be mad when someone is staring at my extremely sexy girlfriend. Honestly it's kind of a complement. Now come on, I'm all done, let's go get food.” You insist, grabbing your bag and taking Mapi’s hand in yours.
The drive to the restaurant is short but comfortable as the two of you sit in content silence. Seeing the rest of the girls had arrived the two of you park, letting Mapi lead you in, still taking a backseat when it comes to being around the team. You still had hopes to one day work with the women's team and that meant the boundaries you had still had to be upheld.
“It’s been a minute since you’ve been around Y/N,” Alexia says, greeting you with a hug.
“I’ve been just a little busy,” You responded with a grin, the last few months had been extra hectic due to your promotion and you knew the girls had missed your presence. Plenty of them had messaged you to tell you themselves no longer trusting Mapi to relay the message.
“Well we are happy you're here, I’m sure there are some seats somewhere.” Alexia says, letting Mapi pull you away from the group that had formed. It's only once you get close to the table that you notice who's sitting there.
“Are these seats free,” Mapi asks smoothly, her English much more advanced than yours.
“There all yours,” Caro says, waving her hand at the last two seats at the table. The two of you manage to squeeze into the tight table, you have to sit almost on top of Ingrid, a blush forming on your cheeks that you're thankful is hidden by the darkened room. “What took you two so long anyway?”
“She was held up with work,” Mapi answers, not looking up from the menu the two of you were sharing.
“What is it you do Y/N?” Ingrid asks.
It takes you a moment to process what she had said, hesitantly looking over to Mapi for help.
“She’s wondering what your job is,” She aids quickly, her hand going to your knee as a way to reassure you.
“Ah, I um… I work with the mens team… I am their uh head photographer.” You get out after a moment. Mapi gives your knee a soft squeeze, she knew how much you had been working on your English and how nervous you were to actually speak it.
“Oh so that's why I saw you in the offices, how long have you been doing that?” Ingrid asks, turning to look at you. Her intensely hazel eyes illuminated by the candles that are scattered around the room. You hesitate, swallowing your nerves. You hadn’t fully understood her question, she had been speaking too quickly. But you also don’t want to seem incapable of holding a conversation.
“How long?” You reply hesitantly hoping she will give you some reassurance you were on the right track. You don’t get a verbal response but her smile widens, a small nod of her head telling you to go on. “I have um.. I’ve been with Barcelona since 2017, but I have…. been doing photos since we lived in Madrid.” You hope that your response is clear, looking to Mapi for reassurance. Her subtle smile making it clear you had done well.
“Oh, by we you mean the two of you.” Ingrid inquires, pointing between you and Mapi.
“Uh-huh,” Mapi responds as she takes a sip of her water, wanting to give you a moment to relax. Trying to not only process but respond in English was still new to you and it still quickly drained you.
“Oh, well how long have the two of you been together?” She asks, her eyes bouncing between the two of you. You can see her eyeing Mapis' hand that was still resting on your knee.
“Um, I’m twenty six,” Mapi says, thinking intensely. Neither one of you have ever been big on dates and you didn;t have a set anniversary date as your relationship formed over time, neither one of you feeling the need to mark any one day as your official anniversary. “So we are going on ten years. But we’ve known one another since we were seven”
“Wow,” is all Ingrid says, seemingly deflating in on herself, turning away from the two of you to take a large drink of the beverage she had in front of her.
“It really has been ten years huh,” You exclaim softly, your hand going to take hers.
“And yet still no ring on it,” Marta says suddenly, her eyes bouncing between the three of you sat across from her and Caro.
“I don’t see a ring on Caro’s finger do you,” Mapi asks back, turning to you and Ingrid for confirmation. You shrug in agreement, while Ingrid seems to have drawn into herself not even noticing that Mapi had asked a question.
“No, I don’t see one, maybe get on that Marta.” You quip back with a soft laugh, as Caro turns to also mockingly stare down Marta the woman suddenly on the hot seat.
Ingrid’s POV
Of course she’s with someone, of course she's with HER. The two of them make sense together. Their artsy, funny, they balance each other so well. With Mapi’s loud extraverted ways and Y/N’s more quiet introverted personality. The two of them slotted together perfectly, how could Ingrid ever think differently.
“Ingrid you okay?” Caro asks, snapping Ingrid out of her thoughts, The group sat at the table staring at her in wonder. Ingrid hadn’t realized she had been so zoned out, the light buzz from the alcohol making it feel as though time was moving at a pace slower than a snail.
“I’m fine,” Ingrid mumbles, running her hand down her face in hopes of shaking herself out of whatever funk she has gotten herself into.
“Are you feeling good?” Y/N asked gently, placing her hand on Ingrid's knee. The contact causes a blush to form on Ingrid's cheeks, the butterflies in her stomach an unwelcome guest. Especially after finding out that the women in front of her were a couple, both completely unattainable by her.
“I think I'm going to head out, I have to walk home and I'm starting to get a headache.” Ingrid responds, turning to grab her bag.
“Oh you walked here?” Mapi asks, leaning around Y/N to look at the dark haired woman.
“Yeah, I haven’t gotten around to getting a car yet,” Ingrid sighs, standing to leave.
“Wait,” Y/N says, grabbing Ingrid's hand. “We can give you a life.” Ingrid halts for a moment, the warm feeling of Y/N’s hand wrapped around hers making her anxiety skyrocket. Looking over to Mapi, hoping deep down she will say no.
“Yeah, Ingrid we can give you a ride we need to be heading home anyway.” Mapi insisted.
Ingrid takes a second to think over the offer, was the lack of a walk home really worth being in a car with not one but two extremely attractive people. Two extremely attractive people who are together, two people who Ingrid wishes she could be with. “Um, sure, a ride would be nice.” The idea of an hour-long walk being worse than riding in a car with the two of them.
Ingrid watches as Mapi and Y/N make their way around the room hugging some of the others goodbye. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Caro asks as she stands to hug Ingrid goodbye.
“Yeah, of course.” She responds, leaning into the comfort of her longtime friend.
Ingrid follows the pair out of the restaurant, the two of them appearing so at ease with one another. They had clearly spent many years together, the way they just knew what the other was going to do without any words spoken between the two of them. She quietly slips into the backseat behind Y/N, tucking herself into the corner.
“So, where are we taking you?” Mapi asks as she puts the car in drive pulling away from the illuminated restaurant.
“I’m just in the team apartments.” Ingrid responds quietly letting her eyes drift close.
“Wait… really,” Y/N says whipping around in her seat to stare at Ingrid causing her to snap her eyes open in surprise not expecting any reaction let alone that one.
“Yeah, why?” Ingrid asks hesitantly, slightly cracking open her eyes to watch the woman in front of her. The woman who now has her body contorted around to be able to watch ingrid, a mild look of panic clear on Mapi’s face as she places her hand on Y/N’s thigh hoping she will eventually seat herself.
“We live there too,” Y/N declares with the most confidence she has had the whole night speaking English. “We should… all spend time… together,” Y/N’s bright smile makes Ingrid feel just a little more comfortable in the couple's presence. “Would that not be fun Mapi?” Y/N asks, finally turning back around in her seat.
“It would be very fun my love,” Mapi responds, looking over at the woman with a soft smile. “That’s if Ingrid would want to.” Mapi says, putting the ball fully in Ingrid's court, yet deep down she knows the only answer is of course she would. The two women in front of her fascinate her on a level she hasn’t experienced in years. Part of that scares her but another part of it thrills her.
“I would love to spend more time with you both,” Ingrid declares after a moment, her own smile growing as Y/N begins to ramble off in Spanish, what she can only assume is all the things that she would be planning for the three of them to do.
When Ingrid had accepted the offer to spend time with the Spanish couple she hadn’t expected how much the two of them would be a part of her day. The majority of the time it was dinner after training, sometimes with Y/N sometimes without her as she would be away with the mens team. When that would happen Mapi would be sure to get her on facetime at some point in the night so that Ingrid could work on her Spanish and so Y/N could work on her English, the two of them making a point to talk exclusively between those two languages. Ingrid found that overtime she sought out the pair, whether it be finding Y/N in her cubicle during breaks in training needing some quiet time away from the team. Oftentimes being found by Mapi when training would start up again, other times she would seek Mapi out in the lunchroom avoiding her normal table that consisted of Caro and Frido. The pair always sent her looks of concern as she would sit down with the blond Spaniard, they both knew of her growing crush on Mapi, they both knew Mapi was also very much taken. What they didn’t know was that Ingrid's crush wasn’t just on Mapi, it was on Y/N as well. Something she would never admit to them.
“Will you be joining Y/N and I for dinner tonight?” Mapi asks quietly, not wanting to draw too much attention to them in the overly crowded lunchroom as Ingrid takes a seat next to her.
“I will if you both would like me to,” Ingrid replies, poking at the salad that sits on her plate. The food no longer appetizing now that she is thinking about the dinner Y/N was bound to make.
“We would, we actually have something we would like to ask you tonight.” Mapi whispers, looking over at Ingrid, her eyes soft, not wanting to stress her out more than necessary.
“Oh you do,” Ingrid quips back. “If you guys want me to get my own car you don’t need to feed me to ask me.”
“I promise we have no issue with giving you rides,” Mapi remarks as she stabs her food in front of her. No longer looking Ingrid in the eye. A soft blush forming across her cheeks, for what reason Ingrid doesn’t know. “Y/N should be meeting us out front pretty much right after practice if that is okay with you.”
“Of course that's okay with me, I can’t wait to see what Y/N comes up with tonight.” Ingrid replies, placing a gentle hand on Mapi’s bouncing knee, the woman's sudden nerves being very clear to Ingrid.
"Trust me, she’s come up with something very special.” Mapi says, resting her hand on top of Ingrids.
Ingrid is very surprised by the spread Y/N manages to cook up in just a matter of hours after returning home from work. The baked fish and roasted veggies sitting in the middle of the table, with quinoa and a side salad in serving dishes off to the side.
“What have I done to deserve the honor of getting this for dinner?” Ingrid asks as the three of them get comfortable at the table, the feeling of Bagheera weaving between their legs bringing comfort to the table.
“Well,” Y/N starts, looking over to Mapi for reassurance. “Please tell us if we… got this very.. wrong. But we feel like you may have a… crush… on us.” Y/N stutters out, nerves clearly present on her face. Ingrid sits there, eyes wide as she swallows. Had she been so obvious, the secret she had been holding so closely being thrown on the table right in front of her.
“I,” she stammers “I didn’t want to make either of you uncomfortable, I didn’t mean to if I did, I wasn’t going to ever act on it I promise,”
“Hey it's okay,” Mapi cuts her off, Ingrids mouth snapping shut as Mapi reaches across the table to gently take her hand. “We feel the same way.”
“What? What do you mean?” Ingrid asks, a look of panic clear on her face.
“We like you too,” Y/N says softly, not wanting to overwhelm the woman in front of them.
“We wanted to see if you felt the same,” Mapi reassures. “If you would be open to it we would like to take you on an actual date, all three of us.”
Ingrid sits there stunned, she had never expected to be called out on her crush let alone having it reciprocated. Not by one but both of the people, she had never even thought it was possible that both of them would like her let alone want to date her. She hadn’t ever thought of a relationship with either of them let alone both of them. Would she be able to balance a relationship with more than one person, deep down she knew she wanted both of the people in front of her but did they truly both want her back.
“Really? All three of us, date?” Ingrid asks bluntly.
“Yes, only if you would be open to it. We have both felt this attraction and we have talked about it extensively and if you would be willing to try we would be happy to as well.” Mapi declares, having taken over the conversation for her and Y/N.
“I would be willing to try, only if it’s truly something you are both open to.” Ingrid responds, sure she was hesitant but how could she say no when the best outcome was a relationship with two of her favorite people.
“We are both very open to it, we know there will be a lot of changes but we are willing to work on that with you.” Mapi says, squeezing her hand gently.
“Okay,” Ingrid breathes out. “Where are we going?” A large smile spreads across her face as she looks at her two favorite people in front of her. Sure this would be a change, a big change but she was willing to see where it would go.
#woso imagine#woso imagines#woso x reader#woso fanfics#mapi leon x ingrid engen x reader#mapi leon imagine#mapi leon imagines#mapi leon x reader#ingrid engen imagines#ingrid engen imagine#ingrid engen x reader#barcelona femeni imagines#barcelona femeni imagine#Missing Puzzle Piece series
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Yet another reason to kill Chevalier…
Let’s just pretend Clavis invented smartphones and tried to impress Chev with his camera skills
There's also no way he would ever call himself ugly
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Hello can I request a hc of mischievous r and mapi and how they drive each other mad with poor ingrid often caught in the crossfire... Thank you for your fic
Mischievous reader x mapi x Ingrid
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A/n: You definitely can but instead of headcannos here's a mini blurb cause your request gave me and idea for this I'll definitely do individual hcs for this request hops you enjoyed fic update should come on Monday
Ingrid was often found between you and mapi's problems. when most of the times she wants peace and doesn't even wants to be dragged in your crossfire with mapi every now and then but if she didn't they wouldn't be peace at home and today was one of those day where there's no peace.
"Ingrid mapi just ate my chocolate and won't give me money to buy a new one". You yelled out.
"¿Por qué debería comprarte uno nuevo cuando bebiste el último trago de mi café favorito?". She said.
"I didn't drink your nasty coffee león".you told her knowing damm well saying her last name would get on her nerves real bad.
"tu cosita a quien le llamas león".She said
"Isn't léon your name or you've went ahead and changed it to engen".You told her making a remarks that you know has definitely been on her mind.
"Entonces estás actuando como una boca inteligente ahora, eh, veamos si te gusta si tienes la boca tapada con cinta adhesiva". She told you as she pounced herself on you taking you down from your spot beside Ingrid.
"Ingrid help me from your crazy girlfriend". You screamed out lound.
"loco eres el loco, ladrón de café". She said
"For the last time I didn't drink your coffee".you spat at her as you flipped her over giving you the opportunity to give mapi a few hits before you both started dragging each other on the floor like mad dogs.
Ingrid could only be flabbergasted on the water you both were acting concerning it wasn't her first time wachting you both act out.
"Definitivamente lo bebiste, ¿de qué otra manera tendrías tanta energía?". She yelled
"I always have energy your just mad that I'm young and pure". You said
"tu pura Chiquita no me hagas llorar ahora". She said as beging to laugh in your face.
"I'm going to kill you".you yelled back at her as you both counting to kick and grab each other.
It took Ingrid a whole hour to have you both sperated and calm.
"Okay both of you clearly need to cool off". She said trying to catch her breath as she continued to speak. "Firstly mapi i drank your coffee not chiqi and tomorrow I'll buy you both your chocolate and coffee so no more fighting in the house especially around bagheera. She said scolding you both.
"Si fuiste tú quien bebió el último trago de café, entonces está bien, puedo conseguirnos un paquete nuevo". Mapi told her girlfriend
"No way but if it was me who drank it you would have tried cutting off my head playing favoritism again". You said turning your back around mapi getting ready to leave there apartment.
"where are you going chiqi I thought you were staying the night and I still have to clean your wound. Ingrid called out
"Well since I'm not welcomed here I decided to go home and I can clean my wounds by myself". You told her before starting your water works.
"No baby your always welcomed to stay and mapi can sleep on the couch and we'll have the bed to ourselves okay". She told you
"If you say so then I'm staying".you told her
"¿Qué hice?".Mapi asked
"María don't start you upset chiqi enough today. Ingrid told her. You find yourself in Ingrid warm embrace as your turned to mapi making funny faces at her.
Translation :
Por qué debería comprarte uno nuevo cuando bebiste el último trago de mi café favorito - Why should I buy you a new one when you drank the last drink of my favorite coffee?
tu cosita a quien le llamas león - you little thing who are you calling león
Entonces estás actuando como una boca inteligente ahora, eh, veamos si te gusta si tienes la boca tapada con cinta adhesiva - So you're acting like a smart mouth now, huh, let's see how you like it if your mouth is taped shut
loco eres el loco, ladrón de café - crazy you are the crazy one, coffee thief
Definitivamente lo bebiste, ¿de qué otra manera tendrías tanta energía? - You definitely drank it, how else would you have so much energy?
tu pura Chiquita no me hagas llorar ahora - You pure? Chiquita, don't make me cry now."
Si fuiste tú quien bebió el último trago de café, entonces está bien, puedo conseguirnos un paquete nuevo - If it was you who drank the last drink of coffee, then it's okay, I can get us a new packet
Qué hice - what did I do
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I was "asked" later to join a top-secret government program. - Leon Kennedy, Resident Evil 4 (2023)
Redraw of the ending scene in Memory of a Lost City from Resident Evil: Darkside Chronicles.
*please reblog to show support. do not re-upload*
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resident evil 4 (2005)
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just like i promise in that poll <3
bc you guys went crazy over the wip
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hear me out. nsfw mentions ahead
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re6 leon in which the events of re2 never happen, he doesn't become a police officer until chris recommends it to get over a break up, smth abt finding your purpose or fuck tht
he's got no idea what he's doing in the goddamn room, six months of training later, but theres a shiny new badge on his chest and a can do attitude that disappears as soon as he twists over his shoulder to check out his t.o.
shit, you must be at least, what, a decade younger than him? he has to hold back a scoff when sergeant dismisses the room, and suddenly he's left alone with your silent, wide eyes looking up at him.
you keep him behind you in your quick, clicking steps, allowing little time for the questions he asks, trying to pry that little shell of yours open. but you're unrelenting, in the way that he is, in your serious posture and his amused demeanor.
a demeanor that "has no place on the force", you tell him a week later, just after he's turned the corner and tripped over the felony you handcuffed just seconds ago.
he huffs and puffs on the ground, but he knows that you're the big bad wolf in his story. and he's not about to swap roles to become little red riding hood.
so after crashing at chris' penthouse with a cooler full of cold beer, a recovering heart and heavy thoughts, he realizes that he can do so much better. become what you expect.
and the man that walks in the day after? well, he's not the same old man whose back you were snickering behind when he got the captain's office and the locker room mixed up, courtesy of your fellow cops.
you feel more like a cheetah around its prey than a partner to him, especially with the snarky banter that flows easily, the subtly thrown smiles and winks during an ambush, his awkward yet sweetly charming demeanor.
and guess who can really judge a book by its cover? well, in this case, you suppose by its age.
to be honest, the only thing stopping you from pouncing is the number printed next to his name on the file that's two months late, sending all you've known about him into a loophole.
it appears that sometimes, the force of objects thrust into motion cant be stopped, and the events that ensure one night during a late night study of the rook book ends up with a pair of boots tangled in his sheets.
the thrill of getting caught is delicious, hell, its the reason you became a goddamned cop. but you've been denied that thrill all your life, and when it finally comes to you in the form of this glorious man, you should've realized there would've been some kind of problem.
your crazy big hint was the sun-crinkled eyes, salt and pepper stubble and old man advice, but that's hard to think about when his mouth is buried between your thighs, and even harder is to remember the question he asked beforehand, now somehow expecting an answer as he smothers your hips in wet, sticky kisses. blissfully broken and gazing at the book with glazed eyes.
because how the fuck are you supposed to memorize how to identify a gun when that was the best head you've gotten in years? but when he finally sinks into you with a groan, you realize that there is one gun you will always be able to identify on sight.
better pray that doesn't show up on the quiz though.
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#ITS LITERALLY A THE ROOKIE AU#im sorry i actually hate all booktok books sm its not even funny i think tcp is the only exception#CAN U TELL AHAHAHHAHAH#nah im not gonna write this i have iiyb to write and then the fairy tales shit so like hahaha..#but for nlw this is js smth that i needed to get out yk?#if i ever finish the series then yessss i will#can you hear the booktok hate at the end...#jj yaps#leon kennedy#fic ideas???#the rookie#resident evil#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#resident evil 4#leon scott kennedy#jj's puffs#leon kennedy smut#re6 leon smut#re6 leon#leon resident evil#resident evil x reader#the rookie au
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Me: *Watching the animated Resident Evil movies/show and playing the games*
*Leon Kennedy showing up on screen*
Me: Oh…oh noo
#leon s kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon kennedy#resident evil#resident evil 2#resident evil 2 remake#resident evil damnation#resident evil series#resident evil vendetta#resident evil degeneration
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Doki Doki Ikemen Prince
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#cybird ikemen#ikemen series#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikepri gilbert#ikepri clavis#ikepri silvio#ikepri nokto#ikepri chevalier#ikepri leon#ikepri rio#ikepri yves#ikepri kagari#ikepri licht#gilbert von obsidian#clavis lelouch#silvio ricci#nokto klein#chevalier michel#leon dompteur#rio ortiz#yves kloss#kagari amagase#licht klein#ikepri fanart#ikemen fanart#ikepri memes#ikemen memes#parody
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