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rizzanon · 1 year ago

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[Mask] Ada Wong

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, no comfort, Ada can't communicate her feelings, argument

author's note: been away for more than two months now 💀 but i'm getting back to writing (hopefully) haha

"I knew I'd find you here."

Your steel-toed boots come to a stop atop the old ruin of what was once an Umbrella research facility. Stepping out of the shadow and into the pale moonlight, stands a woman with short, straight black hair, wearing a short red dress with black, thigh-high leather boots. One you were all too familiar with. Her pistol, however, is already unholstered and held up, aimed at your chest.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was cold, and her gaze was intense.

"I was worried about you."

The woman in front of you remained unwavered, her gun still positioned right at your chest, just a click away from shooting you dead.

"What's there to worry about?" Ada scoffs, her eyes watching your every move, making sure you don't make any sudden movement. You raise your arms up in surrender.

"There's no need for a gun, you know." You mutter, your eyes furrowing. You slowly take two nonchalant steps forward and start, "You should know why I'm here."

Her grip on the gun tightens as you approach, but she makes no moves yet. You keep slowly creeping forward until her outstretched pistol almost touches your chest. Seeing how you weren't backing down, she finally lowers the gun, her expression however remained cold. You take one last step, filling what space she had kept between you, and watched as she took a step back.

"You should move on. Things will never be the same as it once was."

You chuckled at her words, shaking your head.

"I'm not denying that things will never go back to the way it was. But that doesn't mean I will move on."

Ada's stare was intense, as if she was trying to read you.

"Your loss then."

With that, she turned around and was walking off, away from you. You made no attempt to stop her, and only continued on with your next words.

"You can't keep doing this."

"Keep doing what, exactly?"

She knew exactly what you meant, but she didn't want to admit it. All these missions, her job as a mercenary, she couldn't just stop out of nowhere. She had already built up an infamous reputation over the years.

"Stop pushing me away." You could see that your words had caught her off guard, by how her head jerked up to look at you, her forehead creasing and her eyes bored into you.

"Pushing you away?"

She immediately turned around and made her way towards you. Before you could say another word, she gripped onto the collar of your shirt, and looked you straight in the eyes, your face dangerously close to hers.

"Get this in that pretty head of yours. We're done. We're never getting back together. I was only using you to get what I needed, and that's it. We were nothing."

Silence fills the air, the only thing comforting about all this was the slow and rhythmic breathing of you two. The way she was gazing intimidatingly at you, you could tell that this was a front she was putting on.

A front she was putting on for you.

To push you away.

"I don't believe you."

Her gaze grew more cold at your words, and her grip on your collar tightened even more, bringing your face closer to hers.

"What?" It was as if she spat out venom, looking at you so intensely.

"I said I don't believe you."

Her body language shifted as you repeated your words. Her jaw was clenching as she was now glaring at you with her dark brown eyes.

The ones that you used to look into so lovingly.

But you were no longer able to do so.

Your eyes flickered to her pink-tinted lips momentarily, remembering how you used to kiss them before. You yearned to feel her lips on yours again, to taste her once more.

But you could no longer do so.

After a good few seconds, Ada finally let go of your collar, still keeping her cold front.

"So be it."

Her back was now facing you, the sound of her heels walking away from you pulled you out of the trance you were in, making you grab her arm.

"You can't keep walking away from me like this Ada!"

She swatted your hand off your arm, turning harshly towards you once again.

"Watch it. Don't you dare take another step."

You ignored her words, taking another step towards her, not backing away.

"Just why are you so stubborn?"

"I could say the same thing about you."

Her gaze was distant now, and you could see some sort of longingness in her eyes. You knew you had to push her buttons further, to get her to talk to you.

And that's exactly what you did.

"How long will this go on for?"

Her brows narrowed as her eyes bored into yours. Your words had hit a nerve, and there was no backing down now.

"Drop that mask of yours already Ada, and tell me how you actually feel."

There was a pregnant pause, before you took another step forward, which triggered Ada to take a step away from you.

"Listen here, [name], I'm a mercenary. You're an agent. There's clearly a line between us that we shouldn't pass. But we did. Before any of us do something that we regret, I suggest that you back off and never come and find me again."

Her stare was cold, and there was no sign or indication that she didn't mean what she said. But that was just how Ada Wong was. She had the ability to mask how she truly feels and carry out her missions as per plan.

For a moment, you swear, you saw her eyes flash sadness and longing, for a split second. But it went away as quick as it came for you to even know if what you saw was real, or a figment of your imagination.

Before you could say another word, Ada took out her grappling gun and swung off, leaving you on your own once again..

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confessionsleon · 3 months ago

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made this tumblr so people can confess about people/writers/artist on resident evil fandom that they dislike and have tea on anything you have ever wanted to say! tell me 😉

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clitorphosis · 1 month ago

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Honey! It's a Murder Case.

Ada Wong x female reader | MDNI. female reader, reader is a mess lol, suicidal thoughts, lesbians, fluff? not sure, doomed yuri i guess, angst. word count: 4919

notes: it was partially inspired by "decision to leave", an excellent movie. This is... messy and i hate so sorry if i didn't elaborated well some themes and Ada is ooc probably but idc. feedback is appreacited 🙂‍↕️

summary: after changing town, you, a detective, arrive on the crime scene after dead man's wife called, a woman in the red that seemingly was already waiting for you.

tags: @withonly-sweetheart

Two blue eyes stare back at you, literally void of any signs of life, only fear is imprinted in them. The man’s corpse is resting against the wall of the empty pool. His pupils feel like an empty abyss gazing into your soul, searching for any hints and hoping the dead man would answer your question: “who killed you?”, too bad corpse doesn’t talk. That would have helped the investigation by making it so much easier to deal with. The smell of it is nauseating, yet you don’t show any reaction to it. Immune, no longer a rookie investigator someone would say. This is bullshit, no one can be immune to the stench. No one gets used to rotting flesh, no one gets used to announcing the death of one’s lover or parent. The dark and hard lump tries to find its way out of your throat, but you put it down easily.

“Who called us?” This question appeared quickly in your mind, even sooner it gets voiced by you. Talking makes this easier, distracts you from the smell. The witness would need to be interrogated. There is not any other person here other than your incompetent colleagues.

“Eh… A pretty lady, very” Man’s voice reaches your ears. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, the reason is not clear, but such gesture invokes an urge; you barely restrained yourself from grimacing and giving a slap to the back of his head. One can only dream of being this savvy. A dumb answer, even worse face he has.

“Did she even give her name?” You ask with furrowed brows, pulling out a handkerchief to cover your nose. A glance at the corpse, not sure why would you worry over a dead man listening to the conversation. Corpses don’t speak. Your coworker rubs the back of his head, in the same manner he would if you had hit him there.

“Ehm.. she had a Chinese name.” You don’t really know what you should have expected from this conversation. He shrugs again, looking at you with a sheepish smile, clearly realizing how bad this is. His eyes dart around, a clear sign he is trying to find an excuse for this behavior. Anything. “…you know, they are hard to remember”

The sun is high and bright for the last days of November, as a chilly breeze rises, bringing away the smell of the corpse from the scene for a short while and shivers seep deep into your bones, a dull pain signals you don’t belong here.

…

The inside of the house is warm, and welcoming to guests. You would expect much more furniture, but it seems the victim and his wife were into minimalism. Already slightly judicial about their taste in such matters, but you aren’t here to evaluate this. This is a murder case. Probably.

“Sorry for the disturbance, Miss..?” You asked as soon as you noticed a figure standing in the kitchen, the voice echoed and filled the void of this space.

“Ada. Ada Wong” she says and you could swear your heart sank at the sound of her voice. The air became hot as the woman turned to face you. This is unexpected, not for her, cause she seems to enjoy your loss of control. Her face is all you can see, like there is nothing around you both; brown eyes with a playful look intended only for you and plump, rosy lips tugged into the most tender smile you can ever imagine. The soft rays of the sun fall on her skin, looking like a classical painting of spring. Always in the dress. Red color. A faded memory of the book emerges in the back of your mind, a useless one but still interesting enough to remind you of itself, recalling many meanings of red. In some ways, this hue became dear to you, even a favorite over time without a realization. Red is love. Red is passion. Red is desire. Red is the danger. Ada is the red color, so bright and calling to your heart. This woman has captivated you, she holds your heart in her palm, nails dig into the soft tissue of your pumping muscle, while you try to disentangle from the webs she has created for you, again.

Giving a thought, if fate is real, then it is stalking and messing with you since the last case you had before you moved into this town. Recalling it even shortly, makes your tie tighten around your neck. Like a deserved knot for your oversight and lack of professionalism. The death of a man was concluded as a suicide, cause of the lack of evidence against his wife, the suspect for whom you got attracted. The thought of her has been lingering in your mind for three years, filling with dread and yearning.

You’ve never brought up this again. The guilt is still there and you are too much of a coward to kill yourself, but the gun was always in the back of your mind.

“Detective” Ada‘s voice interrupts your endless turbulent thoughts. “tea? Coffee? Or just water?”

“Tea would be nice” You clear your throat before sitting on the chair. It is weird to look finally into her face more comfortably without guilt or shame burning your body She didn’t change. Another feeling pools in your gut; a peaceful warmth. Something you missed so much after three years of drowning yourself in self-loathing. A teapot of fine china is already hot, poured into two cups, already prepared for someone. This feels like she was waiting for you, another dumb and hopeful thoughts fill your heart as she placed two cups of warm tea. She is sitting on the opposite side, making it much easier to look into her face when she is in front of you.

“Thank you, so….” you clear your throat, looking down at the pale yellowish liquid reflecting your face. So tired. Is it white tea? Stop wandering off, focus. “The body… your husband. When did you find him?”

“This morning” Ada explains, her slender finger traces the rim of her cup. Her eyes don’t leave your face, like a predator looking for a weak spot. “Yesterday. He didn’t come home, didn’t give too many thoughts. I suspected he was drinking with friends. Like men usually do” You can feel her foot tapping against yours, probably an accident. Maybe the space is narrow, you try not to fall into senseless hope.

“Not a pleasant experience to discover his corpse, was it?” You try to keep the conversation alive, finally taking a sip of tea to soften the dryness in your throat. Floral and delicate, with subtle fruity notes in it. Clearly a white tea.

“Mm,” she hums absently. The death didn’t faze her at all, even a thought about her husband didn’t seem to be pleasant, either sad - just clear indifference. Your thought process stopped when her foot lightly brushed around your ankle before shamelessly running up to your calf, but this time it was clear - she was doing this to tease you and the same gentle smile doesn’t leave her lips. “What should one expect from a man with bad habits, mm?”

“Bad habits?” You echoed her words, keeping eye contact, but you crumble under her gaze like a sand castle after a sea wave hits it. Again those vague answers of hers. Ada nods with satisfaction written all over her face. If she was a cat, she would be a purring mess.

“Debts, multiple debts.” She explains to you with a sigh, her finger stopped toying with the edge of her cup. Unfortunately, your attention is not on the case right now as her foot moves slowly up to your thigh. You can’t keep your hands to yourself, to ignore her little game and flirting feels like torture. You grip gently her ankle, giving it a tender squeeze. The thick fabric of her black tights underneath your fingertips feels so familiar, like holding something that belongs to you. Your palms, with a slow and careful motion, drift up, giving into an urge to caress her calf and enjoy the little moments you both can afford.

“Ada…” you swallow hard, calling her by her name shifts the entire situation into a more private and intimate one. The gears in your head work overtime right now. A warmth that was born in your chest, growing its roots deeper into your body and there is hope that conflicts with your work ethic, you promised yourself to be a professional. There is a need to pull her closer, you feel like love is possible for you for once. Three years of not seeing each other. ‘I missed you’ on the tip of your tongue threatens to escape. You fear if those words will be voiced, even accidentally admitting your longing for her it will lead you to die from the broken heart. “…Did you kill him?” But all you can say will lead to a disaster, this is no exception, and her eyebrows furrow briefly before pulling her leg away. Your hands clench to keep the feeling of her body for a little bit longer.

“False accusations and damage to one’s reputation are a crime, detective” Her words are like a pike being pounded into your chest, leaving you breathless, and they are a reminder of your own unprofessional behavior in the past. Compromising the case and letting her go, even when you had shreds of evidence against Ada. There is nothing wrong with leaving right? Shame and guilt are too much to bear, avoiding any confrontation of them. You stand up quickly, almost spilling the tea.

“Yeah, sorry… for my behavior” you mutter with furrowed eyebrows, feeling tension in your jaw. “I need to go, we will contact you again soon”

This was quick, letting one of your colleagues deal with this while your mind was absent and not listening to anything. A day passes quickly, not noticing how hours flew, but this is for your own good. Returning to your apartment feels so lonely right now, lonelier than it has even been and the only sound in it is your breathing, still processing what happened today. Your mind is like a turbulent air before the storm, like a cold rain smothering your face and shading your vision. You can’t focus on anything else when Ada is inevitably back in your life.

Is she affected by this reunion like you are?

…

As time flew, you realized how easy it was to find information about the dead man and how your precinct may just leave this as an unsolved case. Ada was right about his debts, but another interesting fact was left out. Not sure if she didn’t know or she was hiding it. He was working for the government in the past - this complicates things. No wonder someone killed him, he knew too much for someone’s taste. And if it wasn’t someone from higher-ups, other organizations may have held grudges. Despite of your weakness towards a woman in red and trying to avoid any confrontation with your guilt, you couldn’t keep your curiosity at bay, delving into her past and trying to find at least something. Rather disappointing research, but maybe you got lucky cause she seems to be a mercenary or an ex-one. Not clear.

As of good news; little escapades, both of you had indulged in before, returned. Should you be ashamed of that? Yes, but at the sight of Ada you forget about anything, her presence is the cure to dawning shame. With that, December felt peaceful and warmer than it should be, maybe that’s on you, cause people still cover themselves with clothes, trying to keep the warmth of their bodies. Maybe you got more vigilant or something has changed, but it is strange to see iris at this time of year. Not like you are going to complain, you always liked Iris, those flowers were simple and cute, not sure about their meaning, but still the sight of them gave you a jolt of hope in your body. Too bad, the only flowers you received were yellow tulips. Maybe you need to read something about flower language… Her hands brush against your coat, pulling away from another wave of thoughts in your head and you halt in your movements when she pulls its edges to face you. Her expensive perfume washes over your senses again, like a kiss from the ghost - barely here, but leaves you to crave for more. If love had its own aroma, then Ada would smell like it.

“Detective is so carefree, you are going to get cold” She says, shaking her head. Her fingers drum on the fabric before shifting to your scarf. It seems you didn’t tighten it properly, looking a little bit messy and not covering your throat. “that won’t do”

You hurried to see her, but this will be your little secret.

“Are you worried?” You inquire with a smile, the tail of your brow raises, but she doesn’t answer. Her fingers brush lightly against your skin, leaving a burning sensation from that ghosted touch while she adjusts your scarf. Not wanting to end this moment, instinctively you don’t let her hands retreat. Your hold of one of her hands keeps the closeness, you could swear a brief surprise flashed in her eyes. A curiosity flashes in your mind, bringing your fingers to crawl up to inspect her fingers. Rough and dry skin on that dainty hand. “you don’t take care of yourself either”

“Are you my caretaker now?” Ada teases with a smile on her lips, letting your gaze check the calloused skin of her palm. Not a secret for you that she knows how to use guns and the condition of her hands is just a confirmation of that.

“I may become one, is there a vacancy?” You tease her back and she rolls her eyes at your words. You know Ada isn’t annoyed, but still, it is entertaining to watch her little and subtle reactions to your words or actions. You reach for the pocket in your coat, a weird habit to keep a mini hand cream. It is useful when one travels around, but it has been a long time since you left the borders of this place. Maybe after this mess, who knows. You quickly removed the tap of the tube to butter the cream, gently spreading and massaging her hand. There is a silence between you, a calming and comforting one, not being afraid to not speak cause words are not enough to express yourselves. Her skin underneath your fingertips feels so dear to you, spreading gently cream as a light breeze hits your frame, bringing more of her perfume into your senses and you wish you were closer. With a final touch of this caring gesture, you bring her palm closer to your lips to press them shortly, to drown in the tenderness of the moment. You kept eye contact, to see her reaction and to someone else’s gaze she wouldn’t seem fazed, her own eyes can’t hide a wave of affection passing by. Your grip loosens and her hand finally retreats, a ghostlike feeling of her skin is still burning hot on your lips, like a short-lived mark. The rendezvous didn’t last long after that, enjoying the silence between each other until you had to separate.

“Thank you for this” a quick message after getting in your car, a little habit. She usually ignores your SMS. This time, three dots appear.

“You like wine?”

“I don’t have preferences, why?” You aren’t picky with alcohol when there is a need to forget something.

“Tomorrow night, me, gorgeous detective, and wine? ;)”

You can see your own face on the screen of your phone, looking so dumb right now; can’t keep that smile at bay, can you? This sounds like a date, but it is not one, is it? Maybe Wheel of Fortune still works well. Your ability to stay calm and control your emotions with her is so bad, that your colleagues would tease you if they saw you. Indeed a love-struck idiot. Biting your knuckles and trying to not text quickly back, she doesn’t need more evidence of your infatuation.

“Perfect, my place”

…

A glass of wine, another one after emptying the previous one in no time. Glass after glass, hands intertwining together and the minds are fuzzy thanks to the alcohol. Sitting in the kitchen, clinging to the feeling of touching her hand or play with her fingers like a giddy teenager.

“Ada?” You whisper, staring at her and observing her elegant stature.

“Mm?” She hums absently, looking down at her empty wineglass with a ‘barely here’ expression. Pausing cause your eyes noticed a gramophone, that wasn’t used in a while, but it still was kept with you in case there would be a need to use it. And it seems this is the perfect situation to dust off your old collection of vinyls. After making a little rattling, you are standing in front of the player, not really trying to choose a specific vinyl record, there are many of them and it is more exciting to choose something random without giving it too much thoughts. Not like your tipsy mind is good for this.

“Ada” your voice is a little bit louder, after putting a record on the player, as music gently fills the space between you both.

“Detective?” Her eyes dart to your face, meeting each other’s gaze; this is a perfect moment to pull her out of the table. You do that, feeling lightness in your head as you try to get into position for dancing, but failing miserably after a step. This is a reminder that you are a detective, not a dancer. You will blame this on alcohol, just in case. For a moment you regret this, maybe it was a bad idea to initiate a dance cause you suck at it, never took any dancing lessons, and for what? To have this skill buried and not used? Your awkward and clumsy movements seem to be amusing to Ada cause it seems a smile threatens to escape. Such an embarrassment. Standing there with a light blush burning your cheeks and trying to collect yourself. Yeah, alcohol is the one to blame.

“Cute” Her hands take yours to put one of them on her lower back, you hold her hand and she puts the other one on your shoulder. Of course, Ada knows how to dance. “repeat after me. One, two, three…” The rhythm is simple. One. Two. Three. Trying not to step on her feet, while she guides your movements as you repeat quietly the same words.

One…Two… Three.

Until they blend into the music coming from the vinyl player, spinning in circles in the living room, one step forward, another one to the side. It is simple enough. Ada seems to enjoy herself right now; black strands move with every step you take, her eyes are again full of something playful and tenderness that leaves you breathless. Your hand on her lower back pulls her closer, not noticing the closing distance between you. She squeezes your hand, feeling your fingers being intertwined. You can’t lie to yourself, this feels good like the only place to exist in this universe is this room. A long dream from which you wouldn’t want to wake up. For a brief moment, the music stopped with your bodies, short silence fills with heavy breathing before they get covered with new tones coming from the recorder. Music is still on, the composition changed but you don’t listen to it anymore. Your eyes linger on her lips, in a romance movie this would be a hot moment combined with love confession, but… It is weird, you can’t really let yourself indulge in something more intimate with Ada. You just stand there, your lips hovering over hers in a short distance. A kiss would be the next step, so… Why don’t you kiss her? Murder case, be professional. Something dug into your heart, aching longingly for something that never existed. The entire murder case feels like another lame excuse you pull to cover your inner turbulence over the betrayal of your work ethic. Three years passed and still can’t get over this, not accepting that you are no better than an incompetent asshole you call a coworker.

“Did you zone out?” Ada says, her fingers caressing your cheek, pulling you out of your self-loathing. Your lower lip trembles, trying to recollect yourself before nodding. She smiles, looking amused by this situation, and you are not sure if this is a bad thing or not.

“Sorry, I am not myself these days” you mumble, looking at her fingers before catching them in your gentle hold. Taking the moment to give a soft and quick kiss, before letting them go. Ada tilts her head and you don’t feel confident anymore to look into her face again. “… work is getting the best out of me” Standing silently, light sways of your bodies in the rhythm of the music as her chin rests on your shoulder and you are not sure if it is her heart you can hear, or just confusing with your one. You can feel her pressing more against your chest, any self-hated thought disappear as if they don’t exist and don’t torment you when your bed is empty, she is like a painkiller for you.

“It is late..” you say, pressing the button to stop rolling the recorder, while the other hand is still resting on her lower back. Keeping her close. Making a woman drive to her home sounds awful nor you should do that under the influence of alcohol - you are a respectable person, after all. Unfortunately or not, your place is not big, leading her to your bedroom. The room is silent, soft, and gentle silence, not threatening at all. You let Ada lay down while you sit down on the edge, the bed resounds at the weight of your bodies. Tonight, your coach is going to be the place to sleep, in spite of the need to join her too. The face of a dead man flashes in your memory, a good reminder to stay still and not fall in your weakness.

“And what if I did kill him?” Her murmur made you shiver and focus your attention on her frame - she looked at you with a heavy gaze. Your jaw tenses, swallowing hard at her timing. Can she read your mind? Her words feel like a cold tidal wave approaching from afar to swallow you deeply into its embrace, to fill your lungs but instead of salty liquid, it is your confusion.

“What?… Is that a confession? In that case, I should arrest you” jokingly you say, shrugging your shoulders, a motion to ease the anxiety throbbing in your chest. No answer. In the dimly lightened room, your eyes are still able to catch her just smiling at you, her fingers brushing against the inner skin of your wrist, a silent plea to focus on her. Your next words are a breathless whisper, wanting a confirmation of your suspicions. “… did you?” There is another pause like she is conflicted about what to say next.

“Don’t think too much, not good for your tipsy head” she whispers back, looking down at your wrist. Another vague answer but this was enough information for you. There is no reason to stay in this room, you return to the empty living room, leaving her to sleep in your bed silently.

…

You left early, she still was sleeping in your bed. December mornings are cold and dark, but today somewhat it is worse, the chilliness of the weather seeps into your bones in spite of wearing warm clothes, they don’t shield you from heaviness in the chest or the anxiety that makes your fingers numb - useless. The gloomy atmosphere of the morning made you realize how your mind is always responsible for the image of the world you see. Today even with the thought of Ada in your bed, it is dark and colorless. Maybe that’s an after-effect of the alcohol, not you, but at the back of your mind, it is just another lame excuse. You can’t really focus on anything, not something new these days. But this time your suspicions just got confirmed twice - the case will remain unsolved, and they won’t bring it back. No wonder, it is hard enough to catch members of criminal organizations and your precinct is full of incompetent and corrupt people. And Ada was probably just carrying out her commission, you should have arrested her after that confession, but also there are no evidences other than words to confirm, not really a reliable source.

Ada is probably not in the city anymore. This makes your heart ache.

The day came to its end, leading you back home. Like many days before all this, sitting on the chair with a glass of alcohol to make your head feel light and ignore your mind, likes to remind you about your gun. The idea of cold and sour metal of the barrel in your mouth has returned, but quickly buried with alcohol. This is a mess, a revulsive one, making you less vigilant about your surroundings. To your surprise, Ada is still in your apartment, you realize this after noticing her standing in front of you and looking down at your not-so-happy state. Her fingers gently reach for your chin, tilting your head to have a better sight of you right now, the touch burns on your skin, keeping silence between you alive.

“Bad day? Booze isn’t a good way to cope“ Ada was first to break it, her other hand brought a chapstick to your lips, softly and tenderly applying to them. It smells like cherry. You want to deny her touch, making a scene and throwing her out of your place. “it is a depressant, hon”

“…what are you doing here?” You ask, ignoring her words.

“What?” She pulls away her hands from you, leaving tingly remains on your face of her tenderness. You pause, trying to gather words as your eyes drift, hiding yourself from her. Not wanting to meet her gaze.

“You should go home, I… ” There is another pause from you, looking down at the floor for a brief moment before setting your gaze on the half-empty glass. Everywhere, but not on Ada. “I need to work, you are an obstacle” You know where it goes. You could take her in but you don’t, again. There is a silent understanding of what is going to happen now, a similar situation that led to bitter-sweet goodbyes before, but this time you will pray to every God that your ways will never connect again. Deep inside both wish for different circumstances, maybe a different reality where she holds you after a particularly hard day. But the image is weird, alien to you cause it wouldn’t be Ada, not her style. Something suggests, there are no other possible universes where both of you are together. Another realization hits you hard, maybe speaking before thinking was not a good idea in your case. This is one of the last moments of whatever you both had, there is no going back, you really won’t see her anymore. Dread and hope combine, creating another dark lump that tries to crawl out of your throat.

“I’ll see you around then” she says, glancing at the watch and trying to ignore her own growing turbulent feeling in her chest. Something is coiling around her neck, not visible to your eyes, making it harder to breathe. Similar to you. She needs to leave and this is hard to digest even to her. A weakness, but indulging in something sweet for the last time is worth it. The idea of not seeing her anymore is hard, there would be no giddy feeling every time you see her or little moments where you care for each other. You reach for her wrist, pulling Ada closer and the expensive sweet scent of her perfume embraces you in a gentle love. Looking into her face makes something stir in your guts again. Ada hides her expressions so well, but not from you; her eyes speak the truth, and the hint of bitterness and sadness rush and disappear in her gaze, making this separation harder to endure. Your lips brush on the flesh of her inner wrist like a ghost, giving soft kisses, while you try to imprint the feeling of her to your memory.

“Please, before you leave…” you murmur against her skin, looking up while holding her wrist in the gentle grip one would have with fine china. Since when does your voice hold such a plea for someone? It feels like tonight you are the most honest person in the world. You don’t feel ashamed or guilty anymore, only a deep grief over what this relationship could be in any other circumstances. But the night is long, you both have time. The time to not drown into the memory of your short time spent together that will torture you, this will throw you back into the same solitude before second reunion, if not worse. And hope fades like a dying candle. “For tonight. Just let me stay by your side a little longer”

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alessiathepirate · 1 year ago

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Resident Evil 4

CLUELESS: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Five times they were sure they weren't dating and one time they weren't. OR: Luis, Ashley, Ada and Krauser having enough of how oblivious and clueless they are about their feelings.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, violence, my Spanish (if I used something in the wrong context please feel free to tell me so I can improve), Luis being the number one fanboy and Ashley being best girl

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Prince Charming and his señorita

"Tell me señorita, are you and Prince Charming a thing?"

She looked up at Luis with furrowed eyebrows, her face full of confusion. She examined his gestures and the way the muscles around his mouth moved, forming a small, knowing smirk.

"Why? You want to take me out on a date or something?" she asked, quickly falling for the assumption that all Luis wants is to know if she's single so he can continue his flirting, hoping the one liners will magically work.

But then again, she thought, he'd still do it without remorse.

So what does he really want with that question?

"I'd love to cariño, but not with a señorita who's already taken."

"I'm not. Do whatever you want with that information."

She turned away from him, continuing her search through the small villa in hopes of some extra ammunition. She opened a drawer, but found nothing other than some old photos.

"I don't believe you, cariño." Luis said, suddenly breaking the silence.

She slammed the drawer shut in frustration and looked at him, trying to keep her cool and not get annoyed at his antics. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She should've gotten used to his teasing by now, but it was impossible to do so. He always found something to talk about, question her about and annoy her about. And now that she was afraid her partner and the president's daughter got hurt in some way after they got seperated, Luis's teasing just crossed a line.

"Look, 'cariño', I don't know why you have to annoy me with literally everything all the time, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped." she pleaded slowly, hoping he'll just stop.

"Oh, there's nothing to feel ashamed of, mi vida. Love is a beautiful and natural thing." he continued on, as he leaned against the wall, looking at her with pure naught. "Besides, I'm sure our Yanqui feels the same way... Deep in love, you know, I'm sure it sounds familiar."

She turned away, this time to hide the slight blush that appeared on her face. Thinking about Leon like that made her stomach feel like it's doing acrobatics.

"No one looks at another person like that without being in love. And our Leon looks at you like tu eres todo su mundo."

She turned to look at him quickly, wanting to ask what he meant when he said that - and when Luis noticed her pink cheeks he just smirked.

"Aw, look at that blush! You for sure look you're not in love cariño."

"Shut up!"

"Really? You want me to? How will you let him know your feelings without my advice, ey?"

"Like I'd take your advice."

"I'm not saying you have to," Luis started to explain himself. "I'm just saying I'm your best option."

She just rolled her eyes shamelessly, but Luis didn't seem to care.

"Now- with a boy like our Leon, the best thing you can do in your situation is to make him j-"

She'll never know what he really wanted to say, because in the next second loud noises were coming from outside and both of them ran to the nearest window to figure out what was going on. The moment she realized Leon and Ashley were running towards their hideout as hoards of Spanish undead were chasing them and shouting at them, she ran towards the door, opening it without thinking twice.

"This way!" she shouted.

Ashley was the first to arrive and she gave her a short hug as she waited for Leon to get inside. When they were finally able to close the door behind themselves, she felt two strong arms quickly wrapping themselves around her shoulders and waist, and the next thing she knew she was hugging Leon like there was no tomorrow.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I am."

"You sure?"

And even if in the next moment Luis was stuck between the wall and a very upset Leon Kennedy, he still sent a smirk her way, as if he'd say: "Sure, princesa, you two are just business partners with heart shaped eyes."

•••

The way they act around each other

"Can I ask you something?" Ashley asked as she was sitting on top of a barrel, dangling her feet as she watched Leon at the shooting range.

"Of course."

"This may sound a little weird, but- are you and Leon dating?"

She turned to look at Ashley as if she just grew another head - what in their situation was quite likely to happen.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you in a relationship with him?" Ashley asked again, examining the ways her expression changed as she waited for an answer.

"I understood what you meant the first time, it's just- what makes you think that?"

"The way you act around each other." Ashley started to explain as she looked back at Leon, who shot a cutout of a pirate in the head. "He always makes sure you're okay and you always check if he has any new bruises."

She leaned against the barrel Ashley was sitting on as she looked at the man they were talking about as well. She watched as his muscles tensed up a bit everytime he pulled the trigger, she watched as he bit his lip in concentration when the target was further away and she watched as his eyes followed the bullet's movement. She bit her lip as her heartbeat got quicker at both the sight and thought - the thought that every single person in Spain seems to think they are dating.

"I care about him."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"He seems like a great guy."

"He is a great guy." she said, knowing she's saying the truth. Whoever Leon'll date in the future - that girl will for sure be a lucky girl.

She couldn't help but giggle as Leon turned towards them with a satisfied little smile, being proud of himself that he just beat his own highscore.

"Do you think you can beat me?"

"Oh, it's on!" she smirked, accepting the challenge.

She ran up to the shooting range, leaving a confused, but happy Ashley behind. She could literally feel her gaze on them and she could heard her thoughts saying: "They are really cute!" - she shook her head, getting those thoughts out of her head. She needs to focus if she wants to win.

"Handgun?"

"Handgun."

Leon smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeez, causing her to almost choke on her own saliva.

"Let's see what you can do."

As she rose her gun she could hear Ashley saying "Leon, can I ask you about something?". She missed the first shot when Ashley asked "Are you two dating?", because her heart skipped a beat and beacuse she had to force herself not to look at Leon's expression.

•••

She should keep her boyfriend on a leash

"You should keep your boyfriend on a leash." she immediatelly stopped what she was doing when she heard the very familiar voice of Ada Wong, the woman who was there the night her life became horrific. "He likes to get himself in trouble."

"He's not my boyfriend." she said her voice becoming higher from the annoyance. "And I'm sure he can make his own decisions."

"He clearly can't if you're still not together." she heard the noises of high heels meeting with the wooden floor from behind her and she was sure Ada was walking towards her.

"Where are they?"

" 'They?' " Ada asked and she hated how her voice was full of pride, meaning she knows more than she does. "They got separeted half an hour ago, so now Leon is looking for the both of you."

She turned around, looking at Ada's features hoping they'll give her an explanation to what's going on. But she couldn't read anything off of her face, it was stone cold with a bit of teasing naught.

"So what, you gave Leon a surprise visit as well?"

"No need to get jealous, he didn't give me the welcome I expected."

"What can you expect in a situation like ours?"

She didn't get an answer to her question.

"Leave the girl and get out of here as soon as you can. So maybe you two can finally go on a date." she almost shouted out in frustration, but stopped herself from doing so just in time. "But please, be brave enough to make the first move, because he won't."

For the first time since forever she became speechless and didn't even think about shooting Ada in the leg when she climbed out of the window.

•••

La misión

She almost punched Luis in the face when he touched her shoulder, scaring her and causing her well trained reflexes to react. She stopped just in time, missing his cheekbone by a thread.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Just Luis, mi amor."

"Do you want to die or something?" she asked, not knowing if she meant it as a threat or as a free life lesson.

"Not really, cariño." he answered as she let go of him and took a few steps backwards. "Now tell me, how is la misión going?"

"What mission? Ashley is fine with Leon-"

"I meant our mission, princesa, how are things going with Leon?"

"Oh my God, why do you hate me so much?" she whispered the poetic question as she hid her face in her palms.

"Any success with the confession yet?"

"Can we just stop talking about my love life?"

"Not really, cariño, since we only share this mission together. After that you're on your own."

She chose not to answer and decided to take a look at her surroundings. The other door was locked, she checked it just before Luis arrived, so she had to find another way around the castle if she wanted to reunite with Ashley and Leon. God, she really hoped they are okay, there are some strong enemies around here.

Five seconds. She left Luis unsupervised for five seconds while she walked up to a window deep in thoughts, and Luis has already gotten bored. And in his boredom he decided to give Leon a call.

"Luis, where are you?" she could hear Leon's slightly annoyed voice through the trasmitter.

"Sorry I, uh, I screwed up." he started in a quite serious tone, but then glanced at her and smiled. "Come to our rescue Prince Charming!"

"I'll show you charming!" she almost laughed at his anger. "Wait, what do you mean 'our'?"

Luis turned the transmitter towards her, so Leon could get a clear view of her standing in front of the window. She just furrowed her eyebrows, having enough of both Luis and the situation.

Leon looked both frustrated and confused as he looked at her. She sent a smile his way.

"I met up with your señorita, Sancho. We might as well continue our adventure together, sí?" he turned the machine away from her. "Meet us in the Ballroom and don't be late! Or I'll be the one asking her for a dance! Nos vemos!"

As she looked at the man acting like a child, the only thought she had was: "I should've punched him straight in the jaw."

•••

The rookie kept his girl scout around

"I see you kept your girlfriend around, rookie."

That was the last fucking straw. The last fucking person she wanted to hear that sentence from. If Leon doesn't grab her hand, she would've shot Krauser in the face - and it's not like she's stupid. She knows it wouldn't kill him, but she'd enjoy the feeling of looking at the damaged muscles on his face.

Luis should be the one teasing them. He should be the one walking with them, telling them every five seconds how cute they are and how beautiful amor is. Not that asshole...

She wanted to shout at him, scream at him in anger and sadness, but Leon's grip on her stopped her in that as well. She looked at his face, questioning why he's holding her back when Krauser killed Luis in cold blood for absolutely nothing...

"Don't let him get in your head..." was all he said, as he kept a firm hold on her and they started to walk among the ruins.

"Oh, you're worried about the girl, is that it?" Krauser asked as he played with the knife in his hands. "No, I don't think that's it. I think you're worried about another girl, am I right? You're worried about your girlfriend even though she went through the same training as you. But that's just like you. You always had poor judgment."

She saw how Leon's jaw tightened and it was her turn to keep a firm hold on him, not letting him fall apart.

"But if you think I'm gonna let you out of here alive... you're even more naive than I thought." she was pushed to Leon's other side, further away from Krauser. "You can't save her. You can't save anyone."

She could feel the tension in his body grow and in a last hopeful chance to calm him down she said: "Come on, Leon. 'Don't let him get in your head.' "

"Or do you think you can save the girl scout?" for a short second their gaze met and she wished she could spit at him from this distance. "We both know she wasn't the best in hand-to-hand combat."

"Give it up, Krauser!" Leon acted on his anger so suddenly, that her heartbeat quickened from the sudden fear. "Being a lackey for these maniacs won't bring your men back. And what the Hell for? Revenge on the goverment? You think they would want that?"

She could feel the cold running through her back, the feeling of close danger sharpened her senses. She kept her gaze on Krauser, not daring to blink, afraid that she'll miss the first attack.

"Revenge? You think I'm doing all this for revenge?"

"Isn't that what this is all about?"

She stopped listening to what Krauser was saying and rather focused on his body language. She saw how with every word he says out loud his shoulders become more tense. Some kind of slight anger was about to overtake him.

So what? Let it. She's always liked to fight him when he was pissed off, because then he made more mistakes.

"You know," she started. "you were always an asshole. At least you were a honored one in the past... now, you're simply just an asshole."

She felt Leon's body tense up at her words and she realized he's afraid Krauser will hurt her.

"Enough reminiscing!" this time he couldn't hide his frustration. "Move out and draw fire, soldier!"

She reacted quickly, pulling Leon behind a broken column long before Krauser started to fire. As she sat there, she pulled out her handgun and then put her knife in her shoe. Knowing their ex-major, she'll need that more, but it's better to use that as a surprise.

"Next time, try not to piss him off."

She turned to Leon with a half smile. "What? You think only you can do that, rookie?"

"Stop it!"

"Come on!" she teased with a small smirk. "I know you love it when that name is coming from me."

Leon couldn't hide how his mouth wanted to form a smile. "I let you call me that. Now let's go and kick his ass!"

"Oh, I feel honored!" she said as she got to her knees and shot her first bullet from behind the column.

•••

Fear makes your heart feel full

She felt like her heart stopped beating for a few moments when Leon fell to the ground and it didn't take more than half a second for her to join him on the floor. She landed on her knees as she pressed one of her hands to her chest tightly, still feeling the pain the machine caused as it removed the plaga. The fear that flooded her mind made her numb, her breathing became heavy as she looked up at Ashley and asked her to help her get him up in the medical chair, so they can get the plaga out of him as well.

And now as she sat next to him, holding his hand as she waited for him to wake up she felt like nothing else matters. She won't take a single fucking step without him.

"He'll be fine. I'm sure of it." Ashley said who has found a chair close to them.

"I know." she muttered and she had to swallow, because her mouth felt dry. "I know he will, I'm just- worried about him."

She examined his features, looked him up and down to make sure he's okay - and when she realized he seems calm and relaxed, she felt like she can breath again. Only moments ago he was in pain. She could see it on his face, the way the muscles around his eyes and nose moved... But not anymore. Now he seems to feel better. His cheeks aren't red and the black veins disappeared as well.

"Ashley?"

"Yes?"

"When- when you thought we were dating... You spoke about this, didn't you? How we take care of each other..." she felt her heartbeat quicken as she muttered the last few words.

"Yes, this is what I was talking about."

She looked at Leon again, feeling the pure need to hug him and keep him close so she could feel the heat radiating off of him and feel the way his body is moving with every small breath.

"I don't think I'd be able to feel like this about anyone else... Not even in a relationship."

She could see the soft smile on Ashley's face and for a moment she saw the both of them in a café back in the USA, talking and laughing about nothing at all.

"He's not just a friend, is he?"

"I don't know. Luis said he looks at me like 'tu eres todo su mundo'. Like 'you're his whole world'."

"I can see what he meant by that." for a moment the atmosphere became sad - Luis was still a new loss and a fresh wound, and with that a still present regret. She should've been more playful instead of being an asshole. "That's how you look at Leon everytime we're at the shooting range."

"He looks good at the shooting range." she said without thinking, feeling her cheeks become red soon after.

"You know, it's hard to find a normal guy these days. I'm happy you found each other."

"So you don't have a nice guy in a suit waiting for you at home?" she asked teasingly.

"No. Not really."

"Well I'm sure we can say that after this messed up adventure you won't need one. You'll look after yourself just fine and you'll have time to find that nice guy." she smiled at Ashley who felt more like a friend by now than the president's daughter.

In the next second Leon's hand moved in her hold and she almost fell off the chair. She stood up instead of staying there and she tightened her hold on him.

"Jesus Christ, Leon!" she spoke up, her voice full of both worry and happiness as she looked down at him. "You pull an act like that again and you'll burry me the next time you wake up."

He opened his eyes, the blue irises full of confusion as he looked up at her while he tried to get used to the light.

"The plaga..."

"We removed it." she said, not letting him finish his sentence. "There's no need to worry about that anymore."

She noticed that Ashley walked further away from them, giving them some privacy even if there wasn't another room to go to. Then her gaze was back on Leon again as she slowly let go of his hand.

"You removed it?"

"Yeah, we did." she smiled at him, feeling like her heart is full - full of so many emotions she doesn't know what to feel. "God, I was so worried about you."

"It's fine, I'm fine. Thanks to you."

They smiled at the other with one of those small, shy smiles what paints everyones cheeks pink.

"Can you stand up?"

"Sure, don't worry about that."

But he couldn't stand up. His legs gave up halfway and if she's not there he would've landed on the ground again.

"Careful. You have to take care of yourself." she scolded him as she helped him up, but didn't take a step away from him even when he was standing with a straight back. She craved the closeness more than anything.

"I'm not the priority here."

"Of course you are! To me you fucking are!" the frustration and worry spoke from her without regret and now that she said that out loud, her breathing became heavy.

"Good to know we feel the same about each other."

They didn't speak for a moment and she couldn't do so even if she tried to, because Leon's right hand gently touched her right cheek; his thumb brushing along the angry red cut she got from Krauser's knife.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It never did."

"Such a liar." Leon laughed as he let go of her face.

"But you love me like that."

"Damn right I do."

For a few seconds she forgot how to breath and her chest started to ache, ache from all the bottled up emotions and the realization that he said that out loud. He said that out loud. Her eyes started to sting - God, she's such a weak girl, just like Krauser said in the past; crying over the things she shouldn't cry over...

"You do? You-" she took a deep breath before she continued. "You love me?"

The silence set in again, neither of them daring to speak up. She noticed how Leon shied away from her gaze and how her own heartbeat became dangerously fast.

"Of course he does!" Ashley's voice came so suddenly that she flinched, getting closer to her partner, because she forgot Ashley was still in the room with them. "And if he doesn't take you out on a date when we get back home..."

No one said anything else about that. Leon just pressed a kiss to her forehead, almost giving her a heart attack whille he did so.

"Let's get out of here, yeah? So we can go out on a date..."

She didn't miss Ashley's quiet 'Finally' after they parted. She couldn't miss it even if she tried to.

As they got ready to leave, she noticed that her heart feels full. Full of love, love to give and accept. After all, love is a beautiful and natural thing and she for sure won't be afraid to look at Leon like he's her mundo entero. Not anymore.

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ann1-wr1tes · 10 months ago

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ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔼𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ

° You came? You called...

° You came? You called... (part 2)

°Catch these hands!

°Save a Horse, ride a Cowboy

°Babydoll, you need some Rock n' Roll!

°Tiring exams

°Personal Secretary~

°NSFW Alphabet

》 ʟᴜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀʀᴀ

°NSFW Alphabet

》 ᴀꜱʜʟᴇʏ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

°With a s/o who accidentally makes creepy puppets hc's

》 ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴊɪʟʟ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ

°Too tight?

》 ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀᴀ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

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nyctophiliq · 2 months ago

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love is not enough. — ada wong.

a/n. this got a lot longe than i expected, pardon the length, hopefully the story is enough for it oh and be aware, it's angsty angsty. thank you for reading !!!

the room was quiet expect for the rhythmic tapping of rain against the windowpane. a dim lamp flickered weakly in the corner, casting long shadows across the room. the air between you and ada was heavy, thick with words left unsaid for too long.

"i don't love him anymore."

ada's words sounded like a confession, but you remained still. you stood opposite corners of one of the castle rooms, it was a small room but even the small gap felt like worlds apart. you stare at your hands, fingers gripping the knife in your hand, knuckles white.

"yet you are still with him." your voice was calm, but the strain was evident. your eyes remained fixed downward, unwilling to meet ada's gaze.

"please, understand-" ada stepped forward, hand reaching out for you as if to bridge the ever-growing chasm between you. but you shifted away, the distance once again growing.

"understand what?" your voice was sharper now, cutting through the fragile tension. "you say you don't love him. you say you love me. you say you've made your decision but you're still with him." you finally looked up, yes dark with frustration, with hurt that had been building for months.

ada swallowed hard, her throat dry, "it's not that simple. you don't know what it's like-"

"not that simple?" you interrupt, disbelief laced through your words. you take a step towards her abruptly, pacing a few steps before turning to face her. "do you think it's simple for me? sitting her, waiting for you to choose me while you're tangled up with someone you say you don't love?"

ada was silent, guilt weighing heavy on her chest. she wanted to speak, to explain, but every excuse felt hollow in the face of your raw honesty.

"i'm willing to wait for you," you continued, your voice softening with reason, but the hurt was still there. "to give you the time to figure this out. but not while you're still with him. not while i have to sit here, wondering where you are, who you're going home to at the end of the night."

ada felt the sting of those words like a punch to the gut. she opened her mouth, but no words came. instead, a thick silence hung between the two of you, the kind that could break something irreparable.

"i love you," she finally whispered, barely audible.

your eyes softened for a moment, your expression flickering with pain. "love is not enough," you say, your voice almost breaking. "if it was, you'd let me love you without begging. without making me feel like i'm the second choice."

ada winced, feeling the weight of her own decision. the truth was, she loved you- more than she could ever explain. but leaving the familiarity, the comfort of her current relationship no matter how cold it was or that it was falling apart, was terrifying.

"what do you want me to do?" she asked, voice trembling. "just walk away? leave him and everything behind?"

"i want you to choose!" the words burst from your lips, raw and unfiltered. "choose me. choose us. but you can't do that if you're still tied to him. it's like you're holding onto a ghost, and it's suffocating us both."

ada's expression faltered, the fight draining from her, voice cracking as she spoke. "you think this is easy for me? i have built a life with him, it's not just love, there are memories, and promises."

"is that what you want?" you shot back, frustration boiling over. "a future with someone you don't love?"

the rain outside intensified, pounding against the windows as if urging you both to face the storm raging within. ada's shoulders slumped, and you could see the struggle etched on her face, turn between the safety of the known and the possibility of a different life with you.

"i need more than just words, i need you to choose me. not because you're scared of being alone, but because you actually want to be with me." you shake your head, head hanging as you fought back a wave of emotions. you took a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

"i can't wait forever, ada." you said quietly, as if the admission alone had drained all of thee fight from your body. you turned away, trying to gather your remaining thoughts, to reclaim the composure that felt so easily lost.

as the silence deepened, ada stepped back, her hand falling limply to her side. you could see her breathing quicker, the internal battle evident int he way her brow furrowed and her lips pressed together. it was like watching a storm gather, every moment taut with tension, as if the very walls of the castle might collapse under the weight of your words.

you could feel your heart breaking at her pleading eyes, but the anger and hurt had formed ashield around you, preventing you from closing the distance once again. you took a step towards the door, feeling the cold draft swirl around you, reminding you that outside this room, a world awaited, one that didn't include this constant hurting.

"when you figure it out- if you figure it out that i'm worth the risk- maybe I will still be here. but i'm not holding my breath." you glanced back at her one last time, the desperation in her eyes echoing the conflict within your own heart.

the heavy door creaked shut behind you, sealing in the unresolved love that hung in the air like a decomposing corpse. the rain pattering against the window with such aggression that you could hardly tell if it was your heart or the weather being so loud.

you paused for a moment, your back against the cool wood of the door, fighting against the swell of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. there was nothing in you that wanted to end whatever you and ada had going on, the love on your side was truthful, and everything you had to give, you gave it to her. you wanted to stay, just a little longer in the bliss that you couldn't feel so often now that everything has been crashing on you like a waterfall, to just stay a little longer despite the investable.

you pushed off the door, taking a shaky breath as you moved down the corridor. each step echoed your internal struggle- one part of you wanted to run back, to throw your arms around her and whisper promises of love that would chase away the fears. but the other part, the stronger part, whispered the truth: you could not be the second choice in someone else's story. you needed to be the first, the only one, just like how she was in yours.

#📗 — written by moss !#ada wong x reader #ada wong x female reader #resident evil x reader #ada wong x reader angst

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cybunii · 11 months ago

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LAST CHRISTMAS !!

a/n: this was sitting in my brain and I dont know if i like it but HERE ANYWAYS its also so short SRRY-

pairing: Leon kennedy x Gn!reader

cw: just sad reader ?? with angst

It had been a year since you last saw Leon.

A tragic ending when he decided that he didn’t want to spend Christmas with you, but instead wanted to chase after Ada.

You spent months picking out the perfect present for him, carefully listening to everything he said to ensure you picked the best possible present.

He always whined about not liking Christmas, that he hated decorations, parties, and overall just everything about it.

(He changed his mind after he saw how happy it made you)

You had your own traditions, baking special desserts, adding your family’s topper for your tree, and decorating the inside and outside of your house.

It may have been small things, but it was nice to do regardless.

You wanted Christmas to be special for Leon.

It didn’t matter this year though.

He didn’t even have the decency to explain why he left, just a stupid excuse about another important mission.

He slipped up and mentioned her, saying they had the location and were close to catching her.

That’s all it took for him to immediately leave, rushing out the door and not looking back, not even uttering a pathetic goodbye.

You didn’t cry for him to come back, no loud tantrum about him leaving, nothing.

You figured this would happen.

He was antsy recently, couldn’t sit down properly without bouncing his knee up and down, not able to look you in the eye.

Classic Leon behavior.

You rolled your eyes at that, you hadn’t even given him a second thought and here he was popping back up in your brain again.

It was the anniversary of him leaving.

Christmas Eve.

You had the bright idea to go out today, go to the mall and get yourself a gift, walk around town for a little bit, and just try to enjoy this time of year on your own.

It was annoying seeing those couples together.

Holding onto each other and laughing, playing in the snow with their kids, watching the same lights as you.

You couldn’t blame them for being happy. It wasn’t exactly your fault that you were slightly bitter.

Well, maybe it was.

But your bitterness was internal, hurting no one but yourself.

You audibly sigh at that.

“..when did Christmas get so boring…” you thought to yourself, turning the corner and bumping into someone who felt like they were in quite a hurry.

“Watch it-“

You say, having to look up at the stranger that almost knocked you over.

“Oh, sorry!” They say, giving you a nervous look.

“I didn’t mean to bump into you, are you alright?”

You pause for a moment, you didn’t know if it was your brain just linking things together or you were secretly hoping it would happen?

But a small part of you hoped that stranger would be Leon.

You say you’re alright and keep on your way, nodding to the person before stepping out of their way.

You didn’t miss him.

Not one bit.

But you missed the memories you had together.

You wonder if he feels the same way, walking around whatever place he’s in, thinking of you?

Not being able to celebrate Christmas without you.

You find some comfort in those thoughts, only temporarily.

You could do things without him, always have. It wasn’t any different with him being gone, you still live your life like normal.

You did stay in the same place, opening the door to your two bedroom apartment.

One is your bedroom, the other now a storage place.

You decorated it like normal, your tree in the corner with all your favorite ornaments and lights, a stocking hung above the fireplace, a mistletoe hanging on the doorway to your kitchen.

You weren’t gonna let sadness win this Christmas.

Not this time.

You prayed he wouldn’t come back, because you knew you would let him back in.

Those sad puppy dog eyes he does, begging to come back.

You hated that you couldn’t tell him no.

Maybe wouldn’t fits better.

You could say no.

But you wouldn’t.

You’d invite him in with open arms, completely ignoring everything he did to you last year.

Who’s Ada? He’s in my house now! :)

But that didn’t happen.

You stare at the Christmas tree for maybe hours, burning those beautiful bright lights into your eyes.

Nothing in your brain but thoughts.

You blink, finally coming to your senses.

Your eyes drift to the bottom of the tree, a perfectly wrapped present.

The gift tag reading Leon.

You could never bring yourself to throw it away.

You just placed it in the spare room, cleaning it off before placing it back under the tree.

It was almost sad to see.

But you didn’t care.

Merry Christmas, Leon.

…

I miss you.

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quigonswife8 · 4 months ago

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Saved her first: Leon Kennedy x reader

After he saved her first, you fight.

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A/N: thank you for 90 something likes on my last fic, that means so much to me SOBS. especially since that was the first thing I posted since last year so thank you again.

BTW I'M NOT HATING ON ADA. I love Ada she's one of my favourite characters just for this fic you kinda hate her. I can’t come up with titles i swear😭

Warnings: Angst, sad, fight, implications of more than romance in a few parts.

Gif creds: @leon-jpg

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Ada Wong. The name like poison on your tongue. The red-dressed mercenary, here one minute, gone the next. The woman, always seems to linger, like shadows on a forlorn path.

The first time you and the merc met, you were fixing him up- Leon Scott Kennedy. Ada had walked over a hint of something in those eyes. She eyed you confused, then looked over at Leon a hint of familiarity in her eyes.

They know eachother?

"Hello Leon."

"Ada...." Leon had replied, low and with a quiet grunt. He wouldn't even stare her in the eyes, only keeping those eyes on you, the person he secretly loves. Ada can tell something is going on...her eyes go to his finger no ring, then they fall onto you.

This "Ada" doesn't seem annoyed by you, though you still can't help but feel insecure next to her. She's so beautiful, her outfit clinging to her like perfection, surely Leon loves that...right?

"Well i'll be going." that's it? "see you around.".

The woman gives a wink to both of you before disappearing, and Leon rolls his eyes. He's very cute you can't help but smile a little at his reaction to this woman. Though soon you grow glum and Leon, once he turns to you, notices your change in attitude.

"She's nothing more than a friend to me."

Despite only being friends Leon takes your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. His blue eyes try and meet yours and when he's successful you note the small smile on his lips. Oh how you wanna kiss those lips so bad...

"Who...is she Leon-"

"We met in racoon." He replies not meaning to cut you off. A sigh follows and he runs a hand through his messy hair, "I was 21 at the time I told you, and she came along and turned my world upside down. As cheesy as that sounds, I liked it...liked how she made me feel. Then everything...stuff happened, and I met you, and I knew I had...found my person."-

After that day, one year later to be exact, you became a thing. After a kiss in the rain, his fingers running along your cheek, a question fell from the agent's lips. "be mine?" he'd whispered so softly into your ear, so softly it was almost like he could put you to sleep- not in a bad way, of course.

After spending the night together where he held you so gently and livingly, the next day he woke you up with breakfast in bed. Things only got better after that day, they seemed to be going well. Leon had gotten a promotion, you were scheduled to meet someone big for a job, and on top of that, your romantic life was pretty good.

That was...until Ada returned.

"I'm sorry!-"

"What a lie Kennedy.", you snap, scoffing. Dragging yourself to the half-opened supply chest you take some medicine for the headache brought on by him.

"If you were sorry you would have saved me first, not your her."

It's heartbreaking; Leon swore to you that he would always choose you, he made a promise. The two of you had gotten into a serious relationship and yet as soon as she returns it's like the past.

There was a monster. A scary, uneven limbed monster that had treaded towards the three of you. It had managed to disarm you so there was no way to grab the weapon. However it also disarmed her, Leon being the only one with a weapon still. It was choosing between the two of you to kill, you had expected Leon to run over and protect you.

He...didn't . He had run over to Ada first and protected her, while you were forced to watch. It was like someone had stabbed you in the heart and ripped said heart out, that's how much it hurt. Leon realised what he had done...he had looked over and seen your reaction, his heart breaking.

"How could you-"

"I'm sorry!"

Leon repeats, pacing the room. His hand sliding through his messy hair, his eyes to the floor- those eyes that look at you with such love now contain regret and pain.

"I-"

"No."- you cut him off with a scoff, your eyes full of tears. Tugging on the bandage of your right hand you shake your head.

"...no I...I need space-"

"Please-"

The fight only escalates from there. Leon grows angry, the two of you falling into a yelling match yet neither seem to want to say what's said. After the fight you end up storming out leaving Leon behind in tears and anger.

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The house is dark when you return. The memory of playing monopoly the previous evening, nothing more than that- a memory. The stains on your cheeks evidence of the tears that have fallen for the past few hours. The house is cold, depressing, it makes you miss his arms around you despite being mad at him.

Memories of...that fight replay. You can barely even remember half of what was said. In the past, yeah, you've fought, just never this serious. Never in a way that threatened an end to your relationship.

With careful yet shaking fingers you take the phone off the wall and sit down on the leather couch. He used to hold you here, now all that occupies this space is one person- you. With those same shaky fingers you scroll to your photo gallery- your screen becomes wet as the heartbreak sets in.

That day you had been so happy...now you feel like dying.

"Leon!"

You scream into the empty house, sobs wracking your broken body. The phone makes a thud hitting the ground, your knees coming up to your chest. It hurts, you just wish you could go back in time and prevent the argument from happening. Both of you messed up, while you blame him for the whole fight you know you messed up too.

"LEON!"

It's pointless. Leon is never coming back to you, you'll always be lonely....although, only your brain convinces you of this. Leon never said this he only scoffed and treaded to, you're sure, the nearest bar to drown his sorrows.

Pressing your body onto the couch you close your eyes drifting off into more sorrow

Time skip

He should be at a bar, drowning his sorrows in alcohol- that's what usually happens...right? No, this time it's different. He's walking through the almost-desolate store hands full of your favorite things. "it's my fault" he says out loud not caring if he looks crazy right now.

Leon holds back his tears, while walking to the car. The non-motorbike which he would usually have, but ended up crashing, sits in the parking spot. Leon gets flashbacks of all the times you've driven around, his hand in yours, planting kisses to your cheeks.

"I'm such an idiot."

Leon loads everything into the car and hops in. Sighing softly he starts up the car and drives off to your shared home praying that you'll forgive him.

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"I'm sorry."

His hands are around you, practically crushing you. His tears soak the white t-shirt that clings to you, his face buried so deeply. Leon is a mess which is rare since he doesn't like showing these types of emotions often.

"Baby please forgive me."

His hands shake, his heart racing so fast you can feel it.

"...was such a fool, I messed up. I didn't mean to- damn it" and like before he clings to you, except this time it's tighter. Leon holds you like he's holding the world, like if he lets you go then the "world" will disappear. He crushes you not even caring, the fear takes over anything else.

"You hurt me by choosing her."

"I know- I know baby I know"

Leon looks up at you, his lip quivering. He stares at you terrified of losing you. He runs a hand along that same scar, pressing forward to press a wet kiss to your cheek. "...i'll make it up to you I promise, ti amo." Leon brushes his stubble against your cheek- "Ti amo...ti amo tanto."

His Italian makes you swell, even though you're upset with him. It's like he's breaking down your defenses slowly yet surely, yet that fight still lingers. How you found out they slept together, the complicated yet intimate feelings they shared, the way they shared a kiss the night everything changed for him.

"If you really don't love her-"

"I don't! I stopped loving her when I fell for you."

Leon leans closer, wiping the tears from your cheeks- you never realized you started crying. He smiles weakly his hands taking yours.

"I love you. Always, baby."

Leon waits, he waits to see if you'll realise he's right. If you'll kiss him, hug him, hold him like before. The waterworks threaten to spill, you stare at him in silence....there's nothing but silence. The intimacy and heartbreak are the only emotions present right now....and Leon waits.

He waits...waits, hoping you'll forgive him- if you don't, he's not sure what he'll do. In one last attempt he mutters your name...the sound of your name on his lips...finally seeming to break you. With your left hand you raise it and touch his tear covered cheek...and with your right you wipe the tears away.

"I forgive you and I..." You sigh. "I'm still a bit upset at what you did but I...I messed up too. I love you."

Just like that Leon pulls you into a tight, "scared of letting you go" like before, kiss. He causes you to melt into the kiss, kissing back with such love and lust, almost causing a needy whine to fall from your lips. He holds you tight in his arms the kiss drawing out, something both of you desperately needed.

I don't know how to end fics istg but hope ya'll like this anyways :)

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homicidal-slvt · 1 year ago

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"That character wouldn't say that!!!"

That's your opinion. However, I am fueled by the power of delusion and the need to fuck them. I do what I want and you can't stop me.

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c4qwp · 10 months ago

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leon kennedy x fem!reader

I a mistake he made that he cannot erase.

📎 tags: angst, female reader, you're the other woman, ada mentioned, no use of (y/n), cheating, leon being a bitch (whoops)

📎 author's note: this story is really short, s'gonna have 2 chaperd ig, i cried like a bitch whereas i love angst so thihihi i love it :3

chapter one

prologue — a lana song — chapter one

the wind travelled through your thin shirt, caressing your face with a hint of a chill that you savoured dearly. your eyes slowly closed, before peeping back open as shadows swiftly consumed your every inch.

his eyes wandered up and down your face. you notice him and smile at him.

your first meeting.

≻─── ⋆✩⋆ ───≺

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 1

Hey,

I don't really know how to start. I don't know to react; i'm...sad? It's probably not the good term i want to say. I'm still shocked about that.

I hate the way you make me feel— my chest begin to tighten when my eyes lock onto yours, yet I find it merely impossible to look away.

i'm trying to understand what did I do wrong to be cheated on, should I change myself to get you back, or am I too unfair ? Is it because of me that you didn't want me anymore ? I know I'm not that pretty than Ada, yes i knew it was her; I always knew. But I would have done my best to be the one you love.

We were together for...3 years. I knew that we were getting further and further apart because there was a communication problem. If you got to this point, you were really not happy with me.

I should've asked you if you were okay. If you were happy. Happy to be with me.

I should be the angry one. I am, but I understand your point of view. I don't tolerate cheating but I can understand why you did.

I just have one question.

When we were together, did you think of her ?

≻─── ⋆✩⋆ ───≺

He noticed the traces of slightly bent papers. Tears on the paper, your tears.

he can imagine a fake smile to hold back your tears while writing this letter. your basic perfect and neat handwriting has become shaky.

he just wants to see you again and apologize. hug you and ask your forgiveness. you blocked him from everywhere, your parents do not answer the phone. he keeps rereading the letter, understanding why you felt bad about this story when it was he who was at fault, and who still is.

when you mentioned ada's name, he wasn't surprised. you've had arguments about her before. he received photos of her with a little note on the back with a mark of red lipstick. you hadn't noticed these photos before putting away leon's cupboard where there were 'hidden' photos all under his clothes. you argued but he defended himself by saying he didn't understand why she was doing this.

but you didn't understand why he was hiding those photos. was she so important? more important than you? you did not want to write this. he wouldn't answer and just keep silent. he himself does not know— or he doesn't want to admit it.

a bitter taste settles in leon's mouth. he didn't want to accept the truth, but when you wore red, it reminded him of her. when you called him pretty boy or handsome, you reminded him of her. it was not your fault.

he was in wrong.

'cause sometimes i look in her eyes, and that's where i find a glimpse of us — joji'

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carame1bunny · 3 months ago

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viperrot · 2 years ago

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⇁a snake in this garden | leon kennedy.

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x gn!reader angst

in which you find a picture of the woman he can't let go of.

content contains: angst, unrequited(?) love, hurt/no comfort, no use of y/n

937 words

song rec: "just like chet" by laufey

my first work here! this is short, as i am just trying to get a feel for how things work on here :] enjoy below the cut!

You've never once doubted Leon's love for you. You met him when he enrolled in STRATCOM after the Raccoon City incident, and you've been inseparable ever since. After so many nights staying up late over a cup of coffee together, you eventually confessed your feelings to each other after almost eight years of friendship

But things have changed.

Every since the blonde man came back from his mission in Spain, he's been different—Leon's been more distant, staying at work till the late hours of night, and he's even opted to sleep on the couch instead of with you. The bed has been void of his warmth for a few weeks now, and you've missed his touch every second he's away.

One night, Leon comes home earlier than usual. While you laze on the couch of your shared apartment's living room, you're reading a worn-out copy of Dracula, not expecting your dear boyfriend's arrival until later in the night. You look up from the yellowed pages of your paperback novel, eyes wide as you lay your sights on the agent's tired figure. He's slipping off his shoes and lazily unbuttoning his dress shirt, mumbling jumbled words beneath his breath that you can't catch.

"Leon?" You call, your head peeping above the couch. He looks up from his shoes, his ocean-hued gaze locking onto you. A faint smile paints his face.

"Hey, hon," he whispers. Your eyes soften at the sight of him. Leon looks exhausted, his eyebags worse than usual. You're heart ached as you took in his figure. After dating him for almost a year and knowing him for nearly a decade, you knew when he was sick of the world. Leon walks towards your spot on the couch sluggishly, flopping into you to lay his head on your lap. "Missed you..." he whispered, voice muffled into your thigh. You pet the top of his head, threading your fingers through his mildly greasy hair.

"M'right here, Lee," you hush him softly. You missed this—being with him, feeling him, seeing him. Silence filled the living room as you two sat comfortably.

Suddenly, the ex-cop gets up, tugging at your wrist as a silent suggestion for you to follow. You move without thinking, trailing his heels as you two walked to your shared room.

It looked like any other portion of the little apartment—minimalistic, but homey. This was your garden of Eden. The peace from the storm that was STRATCOM. You sit with Leon on the edge of the bed, the ivory sheets creasing beneath your shared weight. Your lover sighs, laying on his back as he relaxes into the mattress. Your hand feathers against his chest as his eyes flutter close, and you figure he's going to pass out in only a few minutes.

As your fingers fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, Leon's breathing steadies. As the seconds tick by, he falls further into sleep, and you can't help but smile at the domestic sight. Ever since his mission to save Ashley Graham, Leon has never looked so at-peace. The visual made your heart melt as a warm smile etched across you face.

"Goodnight, Lee," you murmured quietly, pulling your hand away from his resting figure. You gently get off the bed, body adjusting to the cold hardwood beneath you. You tiptoe out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a little click! before venturing back to the living room. You get back in your seat on the couch, but a little white paper catches your eye.

On the floor is what seems to be a polaroid. It's small, only the size of your palm. You pick it up when you sit down, flipping it around to check its contents.

A woman in red, smiling coyly at the camera.

There's a note written in thin, black sharpie at the bottom. "A gift for you," it says in neat penmanship. Your heart squeezes. You realize that there's a snake in your garden.

You know who this is. Ada Wong, the woman that captured Leon's heart almost a decade ago. You remember your lover saying that she was nothing, that it was just a moment of loneliness in a dark time.

It's clear that wasn't true.

You never considered yourself a strong person. Your duty as an agent was to give intel to your partner, whoever it was on the mission. Much like Hunnigan, you stayed in your office, talking to your mission partner over a communication line, and give them orders depending on the task at hand. It wasn't physically taxing, seeing how you had no military experience.

Ada had everything. She's intelligent and she can fight without breaking a sweat. It's no secret that she's beautiful, too.

"Is this what Leon wants?" You whisper, tears swelling in your eyes as you the picture between your fingers shook. Your lips quivered as your eyes traced the outline of Ada's body. Hourglass, toned, and so very alluring.

Any man in their right mind would want a piece of her, you think to yourself.

You're unsure of what to do with the picture. Do you throw it out, do you hide it, or do you give it back to Leon without question? You decide it best to leave it on the floor, just like you found it.

You get up from your spot on the couch, straightening up your casual attire before walking to the front door. The polaroid is on the floor, and your coat is in your hands.

A walk wouldn't hurt, you tell yourself, ignoring the ache in your heart. Keeping secrets won't hurt either, you lie to yourself.

no hate to ada tho she bad af.

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