#ashley hunt x reader

[onmyyan]

You know those silly porn plots where the person gets stuck in something and then gets boinked to all heaven. I'm just thinking about Ashley finding a poor darling stuck in between a broken fence while helping out around the farm and can't help himself. I mean yeah sure, you might not get a hand right away but you'll get something better.

I mean darling was going to be sore after helping around anyways. Right? Right.

-🎂

The way I have two similar requests like this for Ashley y'all so nasty I love it TW FOR YANDERE DUBCON Feedback is welcome and appreciated NOT EDITED

"Ash? Is that you?" He hears your sweet voice call out to him from the barn, he takes wide heavy steps to get to you faster, not liking how uneasy you sounded, it was another hot summer day out on the farm and you'd insisted on helping him out with his chores so he could be done sooner, acts of kindness like that are part of the reason Ashley fell for you in the first place, as of right now he was just your good friend and neighbor, but he so desperately needed more from you, he years to cross that line and push your relationship where it's meant to be, he was a good, honest man, he helped everyone he came across and he just wanted you, the universe seems to agree, blessing him with quite the sight this fateful afternoon.

You've somehow managed to wedge your plump body between the pen of one of his more rowdy sheep, Betty.

He watches you hungrily, blue eyes trained on your perfect ass, his hands balled into fists as he watches it jiggle, wiggling back and forth as you tried to squirm out of your predicament, your tank top had been caught on a nail when you'd gotten stuck chasing Betty out of harm's way, the dirtied white shirt lay in scraps around your waist as your bare, soft looking back arched in a way that had all his blood rush south, his dick stirring in his jeans as he coughed, alerting you to his presence.

"You alright there sweatpea?" He asks, shamelessly eyeing the curves of your body, the way your thick thighs pressed together as you fruitlessly struggled, you laughed, he could tell you were embarrassed, "Oh thank God Ash! Betty gave me the runaround and I managed to get stuck in here, can you help me?" You giggle at your own clumsiness but Ash doesn't have it in him to laugh, his brain wracked with images of you, none of them platonic, he doesn't respond for a second, unable to speak as he furrowed his brow, his cock straining painfully against the front of his jeans.

He's trembling in place as his pent up desire and longing for you came to a head, he couldn't get his mind off the lewd scenarios playing behind his eyes, he swallows thickly, sweat beading down his brow as he begins to pant.

"You hurt?" He manages to ask, stepping close enough where you could feel the fabric of his pants, his large frame hovering above you, "No, I'm okay, just completely embarrassed." You laugh it off breath hitching when you hear him drop to his knees behind you, you can hear his breath pick up a bit, his voice heavy with something dark, something that had your thighs clenched together.

"Thats good.." he trails off, "Real good." He swallowed audibly before placing his hot, big hands on the meat of your round hips, squeezing the flesh experimentally, "I'ma get you outta' here just hold steady..." he trails off as if in a trance, his hands pawing at your short clad hips, as if he was trying to find the best angle. "That's it, be still f'me." He grunts out softly before tugging you backwards by your hips, his eyes roll back at the sweet, surprised mewl that leaves you, "Woah- hold on-" you say beyond flustered as you felt his intimate hold, your hands gripping at the stray pieces of hay on the inside of the pen, he was just trying to help, but the way he felt against you, the tremble in his voice, how electricity ran up your body from where his hands firmly gripped you, it had your face burning hot and your breath quickening.

"Gotta try and pull you out suga'." He says, his tongue poking out in concentration, he repeats his actions, pulling your thinly clothed core directly on his aching cock, this time he gives a slight grind, huffing at the whimpers it draws from you. "You really got yourself in a jam there didn't ya' sweetie?" He says sounding more flustered than you,

"Uh-um Ashley? What are you doing?" You manage to utter out through your fluster, your voice having a slight whine as you felt him grind his massive hard on into you, your brain was still trying to rationalize his actions, surly the modern cowboy wasn't taking this chance to rut against you like an animal in heat.

You felt him nip at your exposed back playfully, he leaned as close as he could, tugging you back faster, humping against your ass like a teenager who couldn't contain themselves, "Little minx," he growls against your skin, abandoning any pretense of helping you, "if you wanted to drive me wild you didn't have to go so far as to get your pretty," he rolls his hips with a grunt, "-tempting, little body so nice and stuck f'me." He chuckles darkly as you buck and mewl against him, the friction absolutely delicious as he grinded against you, panting and sweaty, his cock begins to leak pre against his jeans as he huffs and grunts like a wild animal.

"I di-didn't! I swear!" You tried to defend yourself but it fell on flat ears as he only pulled you into him harder, the seam on your jean shorts dug into your clit with everyone thrust.

He stops his motion, you open your mouth, confusion on your face when he's suddenly hooks his fingers around the band and yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees in one quick move, he wastes no time burying his face in your slick folds, moaning obscenely as he finally gets to taste you, he inhales deeply shuddering at your delectable scent, god how he'd dreamed of this exact moment, you taste better than he'd ever imagined, he shakes his head shoving his large tongue as deep inside your twitching hole as he could, his big hands spread your ass cheeks apart, giving him more room to feast, he moans into your trembling pussy, lapping at your honeyed essence like a man starved, your cries of surprise and pleasure had him rutting against nothing, desperate for some relief for his aching cock.

"Fuck!- oh shit Ashley wait- hold on-" he ignores your pleas, almost feral for the nectar gushing down his throat, he didn't stop until you were dripping down his chin, moaning almost as loud as you as he pulls away with a pop, you can't see his face but he looks positively debauched, his tan skin red and drenched in your sweet cum, his hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, his pupils blown wide with lust, only a thin ring of blue left as he drank in the sight of your still twitching pussy.

"There we go, good girl." He praises kissing up your thighs and back, you heard the telltale sound of a belt buckle being undone as he moves with certainty. "Keep still for me now." He says under his breath, slicking up his fat cock with spit, he gives no warning before pushing the weeping head past the tight ring of your entrance, the growl that leaves him is drowned out by your loud cry, he was spreading you so much and it was just the tip! You fisted the hay before you, whining as he grabs your hips again, "Ease up now- there we go, relax baby, it'll fit." The words do the opposite of reassure you as he presses forward, pulling you back onto him with a lewd squelch, he moans loudly as you sink down to his balls, his abdomen tightens, clenching at the molten heat from your cunt, the way you wrapped around him , how your body seemed to shape around his massive girth, he gave a choppy breath, groaning as he began to pound into you, the force of his thrusts shaking the pen so hard you feared it would break.

He was like a man possessed, growling and biting at any skin he could, his balls slapped against your gushing pussy with every one of his brutal thrusts, "Take this dick, take this fuckin' dick sweet thing" he grunts against your skin, his pace now so hard it knocked the breath from your lungs, you weep against the barns dirty floor as he sends you hurdling off the cliff straight into the abyss, your eyes clam shut as you're forced to take every inch of him, you feel him pulsing inside you as he breathes raggedly, "Fuck- oh fuck that's it baby, cum on this dick." He spews the filth as he moves a hand from your hip to rub fast little circles on your swollen clit, you come all over his cock, squirting around him so hard it drenches his blue jeans dark, with a deep growl of your name he reaches his own high, shooting hot load after load into your womb, his whine makes you clench around him, the sounds of your hard panting echo throughout the barn. With a simple move Ashley moves the pen and gently pulls you from your position, finally freeing you, he held your back to his still heaving chest, holding your fucked out form close to him, with a happy sigh he leans against the wall of the barn, your barley conscious form curls into his warm chest, he tilts his hat over his eyes and holds you close, allowing himself a moment of rest before he fucked you good and proper.

[baxndaid]

sal fisher x sick! reader ?????? pls i will take any crumbs i can get why is sally face fandom so dead

sal fisher x reader 🖤🎶♟️ -- sick reader+sal!! hc

a/n ; i need this fandom to be alive again bc wtf hes so perf, short!!

do NOT by any means tell him that he cant visit you while your sick because he does NOT gaf

he'll kiss you, he'll cuddle you, he doesnt care if he gets sick, he just wants to make sure you feel loved and comfortable

both ashley and larry do the same, bringing you flowers and chocolates, todd texts you best wishes but he would rather die than get sick

he might come in with a full nuclear suit just to be safe

sally likes taking care of you, but he gets a little sad whenever he sees you suffering

even if its a common cold, he'll some times over-think and worry about your wellbeing, "what if its something serious? what if they die?" type shit

reassure him you feel fine pls he needs it

he will stay over if his dad lets him (which he does, he finds your relationship cute) and sleep with you to make sure your okay during the night

unless hes really worried, he wont skip school since hes been skipping a lot often due to ghost hunts and the usual sf group shenanigans and the school doesnt really take lightly to absences

lord knows theyve given up on larry though

after spending time with you, he wipes his prosthetic with a disinfectant so he doesnt accidently make anybody else sick

after you get better, he'll fall sick

youll scold him with a "i told you so", and take care of him like he took care of you

ashley would spray sally's entire room with a disinfectant spray before entering, a hand over her lower face to be as dramatic as possible, larry following right after

sally feels bad whenever you take care of him when hes sick, especially because you have to deal with... well, his face

because of the lack of flesh near his mouth, he would drool a lot, especially because he was sick, he would struggle with mucus too, due to his destroyed nose

its not like he couldnt deal with this himself, since hes been like this since childhood, but he feels embarrassed that his own s/o helps him with something that would be an easy task for anybody who wasnt him

but you gently remind him that you do this because you love him, not because you pity him

he'll warn you that you'll get sick if you interact with him which is hypocritical since he literally did the same thing...

kiss him better pls he wants it

keep a massive box of tissues next to his bed stand AND WATER because he always forgets to hydrate even when he isnt sick

in conclusion, you both treat each other well whenever the other is sick, even if it meant that you'd also fall ill after <3

[ruewrote]

𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠.

PAIRING: josh washington x gn!reader WARNINGS: betrayal, grovelling, no use of y/n GENRE: angst, lovers to enemies? SONG INSPIRATION: feel something by jaymes young WORD COUNT: 1.2k REQUESTED: yes

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your heart was pounding in your ears as you quickly untied chris and ashley, shaken but alive. the air was thick with tension, the remnants of their ordeal still heavy in their voices as they recounted what had just happened.

and then he stepped out.

josh.

the person you had believed was hunting all of you on this cursed mountain, the shadow lurking in the dark and driving you to the brink of terror, turned out to be him. your person. the one you thought you could trust above anyone else.

it wasn’t a monster. it wasn’t some faceless threat.

it was josh.

at first, it didn’t register. the sight of him standing there, alive and unscathed, made your stomach twist in confusion. “what the hell is going on?” you demanded.

josh tilted his head, an eerie smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “surprise,” he said, his tone almost playful.

chris stiffened beside you. ashley looked like she was about to be sick.

“what do you mean, ‘surprise’?” you snapped, your fists clenching at your sides.

josh gave a mocking little bow. “the mastermind reveals himself!” he announced, spreading his arms wide like he expected applause. “ta-da!”

your breath caught in your throat. you stared at him, the pieces slowly falling into place in your mind, and each one felt like a fresh stab to the chest. “no,” you whispered, shaking your head. “no, this can’t be real.”

“oh, it’s real,” josh said, his grin widening. “every scream, every tear… all thanks to yours truly.”

something inside you snapped.

“are you out of your goddamn mind?!” you shouted, storming toward him. “you think this is funny? you think this is some kind of game?!”

josh took a step back, his grin faltering slightly. “whoa, okay, calm down,” he said, raising his hands. “it’s just a prank–”

“just a prank?!” you screamed, your voice cracking with fury. “you put us through hell, josh! you had us thinking we were going to die! you made us think we lost people we care about!”

he visibly recoiled, his arms dropping to his sides. but you weren’t done.

“all of this,” you continued, your voice shaking with rage, “for what? for some sick joke? or was it revenge? is that it? you’re punishing us because you’re still hurting over hannah and beth?”

at the mention of his sisters, something flickered in josh’s expression. a brief flash of guilt, of pain, but it wasn’t enough to stop you.

“you’re disgusting,” you spat. “they would be ashamed of you. ashamed of what you’ve done to the people who cared about them, and cared about you!”

josh’s facade cracked. the smirk disappeared entirely, replaced by a look of shock and anguish. “no,” he said, his voice breaking. “that’s not–”

“don’t,” you cut him off, your voice low and venomous. “don’t you dare try to justify this.”

“i wasn’t trying to hurt you,” he stammered, his voice trembling now. “i–i didn’t think it would… i didn’t think it would be this bad.”

“bullshit!” you shot back, tears stinging your eyes. “you planned this, josh. you planned every second of this nightmare. and you didn’t care who you hurt, as long as you got what you wanted.”

he fell silent, his shoulders slumping as he stared at you, wide eyed and trembling.

“i trusted you,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “we all trusted you. and you–” you broke off, shaking your head as tears blurred your vision.

josh sank to his knees, the full weight of your words finally crashing down on him. he grabbed at your hands, but you wrenched them away, glaring down at him with a mixture of fury and heartbreak.

“i’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice hoarse and desperate. “i–i didn’t mean to hurt you like this. i wasn’t thinking–”

“no,” you said coldly. “you were thinking. you were thinking about yourself. about your pain. and you didn’t care about anyone else.”

josh’s head hung low, his shoulders shaking as sobs wracked his body. “i’m sorry,” he whispered again, over and over, like it was the only word he could remember. “i’m so sorry. please, please forgive me.”

josh scrambled forward on his knees as you turned your back to him, his hands reaching out to you. he clutched at the hem of your sleeve, his fingers trembling.

“don’t walk away,” he pleaded, his voice breaking apart with every syllable. “please. please, i’ll do anything. just–don’t go. don’t leave me like this.”

you yanked your arm free, spinning back to face him, the fury in your eyes making him flinch. “why shouldn’t i?” you spat. “why shouldn’t i leave you here, josh? you deserve it. you deserve to be alone after what you’ve done!”

he collapsed forward, his hands slapping against the ground as if his body couldn’t support the weight of his guilt anymore. “i know,” he choked out, his voice muffled against the stone. “i know i don’t deserve anything from you. i don’t deserve to be forgiven. but i… i can’t…”

he dragged himself upright again. “i can’t lose you,” he said, his voice rising in desperation. “not you. not after everything. i–i was so angry, so hurt, and i thought if i could make everyone feel my pain, it would… it would make it stop.”

you stared at him, your chest heaving, your mind reeling. “so you tortured us for what? closure?” you snapped. “you’re unbelievable.”

josh collapsed again, this time gripping your legs. “please,” he sobbed, his voice raw and desperate. “please, i’ll fix it. i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, to everyone. i’ll do anything. just tell me what to do. tell me how to fix it, and i’ll do it.”

you looked down at him, your tears falling freely now. his fingers gripping your legs so tightly it almost hurt. “you can’t fix this,” you said softly, the anger giving way to exhaustion. “you can’t undo what you’ve done.”

“i can try!” he cried, his voice cracking. “i’ll try until i’m dead, if that’s what it takes. i’ll never stop trying. please, just–don’t give up on me.”

your heart twisted painfully at the sight of him. broken, desperate, and clinging to you as though his life depended on it. but the anger was still there.

“do you even understand what you’ve done to me?” you whispered, your voice trembling. “you broke my trust. you made me feel fear like i’ve never felt before. you made me think i was going to die. and for what? i don’t even know who you are anymore.”

josh let out a guttural sob, his forehead pressing against your knees as his entire body shook. “i don’t know who i am anymore either,” he whispered. “but i know i love you. and i know i’ve ruined everything. please, just tell me how to fix it. i’ll beg for the rest of my life if i have to.”

you stood frozen, not knowing how to feel. maybe anger? pain, betrayal, and the faintest trace of pity for the broken man kneeling at your feet. his tears soaked into your jeans as he continued to sob, his words devolving into incoherent apologies and desperate pleas.

“i can’t do this right now,” you said finally, your voice hollow.

you stepped back, his hands slipping from your legs as you turned away. josh’s cry of anguish followed you, but you didn’t stop. 

not this time.

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buggin' out (pt. 1)

plagas!leon x partner!fem!reader

You've known Leon for a long while—since his unlucky first day in Raccoon City. What the hell was up with him on this mission to save the president's daughter?

warnings: parasitic infections, descriptive violence, slow burn, anxious reader because my anxiety is so ingrained that I can't write someone who isn't anxious every second of every day, ignoring the treasure hunting aspect of the game because it is a little silly outside of the context of a video game, one use of y/n, lots of euphemisms for killing, awkwardly written combat, crossposted on ao3

part two -

feedback is appreciated :)

wc: 2.4k

"Roost, this is Condor Two. Condor One is totally out. We're in a boat and he's totally unconscious."

"Condor Two, what do you mean? Why are you in a boat?"

"It's so much-- there was a big fish monster, and we had to take him out so we could get to the area left on this one map to get the key to the church, but we killed the big guy, and Leon coughed up some blood and just collapsed. I'm taking us to shore, where we're less exposed." Leon thrashes in his sleep as you ramble, splashing some lake water on him.

"Condor Two, calm down, shelter him a bit, and update me when he wakes up. Roost out."

Pulling into the pier, you stop the boat. "Leon, you really are a bit of a damsel in distress." You pull him out, brushing his hair off of his forehead. He stirs just a bit, letting out a small groan.

Within twenty minutes, you manage to coax him into the nearest shed. You rifle through your waist pouch, leaving him with a small water bottle and a damp cloth on the nape of his neck. "Leon, I'm going to get you some medicinal herbs. Please wake up soon." Leon’s chest gently rises and falls. You brush his hair out of his eyes again before you leave.

You clamber up towards the Merchant's set up in the cave. "Excuse me? Do you have anything that can help my friend? Something's happened to him on the water; he's unconscious."

"Well, Stranger-- it may be best to let 'im wake up on 'is own. Never know what causes things 'round here-" you move to interrupt. "But, ‘f you must try somethin', try these herbs. Yellow an' red, if you will."

You hand him a few thousand pesetas and return down to Leon. After mixing them into his water, you coax him into taking a few sips. He groans, and you settle on the dirt beside him, cradling his head in your lap. "You've got to wake up, Leon. Ashley needs you, we have to save her."

After an hour of Leon's unconsciousness, you leave him in his shelter, obscured by an improvised curtain, and set off to get the key to the church. You sail the boat to the small boathouse and set through the path, pausing to fight three male villagers, two of which have their heads explode to reveal a bladed tentacle. Oh, joy.

Once you enter the cave, you find a large plinth between two narrower, notched pedestals, holding what seems to be the key to the church entrance. In the next room, a large map on the wall indicates the cave you're in and one across the lake.

Going through the cave leads to a new boat, which you take to check on Leon. In his shed, he's more responsive to your gentle probing, but he's still nowhere near conscious. 

"Leon, I'm going to get the first part of the key. I'll be back as soon as I can." You return to your boat and approach the smaller cave across the lake. The ride is uncomfortable without Leon’s quiet breathing or snarky mumblings. 

Arriving in the cave reveals a small building with an eight-buttoned console to the left of a relatively large door. Following a bit of multi-story investigation, you find the correct buttons for the entrance, revealing the detachable head and a few treasures in the room. You return to Leon, who is nearly awake.

"Condor Two, it's been almost two hours since you called in. Are you any closer to Baby Eagle?" Hunnigan’s voice crackles through your earpiece as you consider your next course of action. 

"While Condor One has been napping, I went to get one half of the way to unlock the key to the church. We'll get the other half once Condor One is back in action."

"Good to hear, Condor Two. Have Condor One call in once he's awake. Roost out."

It took another twenty minutes for Leon to fully wake up and adjust to his surroundings. Wrestling himself up by his elbows, sat with his back along the wall. "What the hell happened?"

"I was hoping you'd have the answer to that. We took down that big fish, and then you coughed up blood like you were in a period drama before passing out. Don't tell me you have tuberculosis."

"Definitely not. I think it may have to do with this cult; I saw a cloaked figure talking about a sacrificial body." 

"Don’t be so quick to rule out TB, Leon. Last year, an estimated eight million- Wait, fuck, that big priest said, 'Your blood or whatever accepted the gift.'"

"Oh, he worded it exactly like that. Wait, why do you know so much about tuberculosis?" You lightly smack the back of his head before filling him in on the work you'd done while he was asleep. His eyes crinkled as he looked up. He gestured for you to help him up off of the ground.

"One, we have to head to get the second part for the key to the church. Two, Leon, we literally work against biological terrorism, and I wouldn’t put it past Umbrella’s people to work out how to use TB. Are you good to go, or should I leave you here? Either way, call in to Hunnigan."

"I'm fine. Saving the president's daughter is all that matters."

"Leon, saving her doesn't matter much if you go down again and she gets taken… again.''

He ignores you. "Roost, this is Condor One. I'm up and at it, Condor Two is freaking out over nothing." 

"Condor One, you were radio silent for three hours. I think that Condor Two may be right to worry."

As he updates Hunnigan, you walk over and start up the boat. The retrieved stone head looks up at him as he enters the boat. “I take it we’re looking for another one of these bad boys?”

You nod an affirmation and take the boat to the dock indicated on the map. At the dock, you try the grated metal door to the right. "Locked. Looks like we have to go the long way."

"Let's get to it."

"Oh, by the way-- our friends sometimes pop big stabby tentacles out of where their heads are now. They don't like bright light. Just be ready."

"What the fuck?"

"Let's go, Kennedy."

Leon shoots a little wildly when the first Ganado you face grows into a bladed tentacle. Eventually, the head bursts, revealing another few enemies. You take them down as you head deeper into the cave section. Leon climbs up a ladder as you finish clearing the bottom level. You can hear him in combat up on the ledge. "They just keep coming!"

You finish down below and take the far ladder up to the ledge. Leon shoots his last opponent and jogs over to you. "This is the same console as the other cave. Let's look for symbols."

After finding the three symbols, you input them to unlock the door. You let Leon discover the bloody surprise under the stone head and eventually make your way back to the initial cave with the church key.

Putting each head on the pedestals unlocks the circular church key. Leon takes it and tucks it into his briefcase before leading you back to the Merchant's grotto. "Ashley's waiting for us; let's get going."

You head up the stairs towards the quarry. As you both step in, the gate slams behind you. A red figure atop the highest cliff gestures towards the gate across the quarry. The gate quakes, and the blockade begins to fragment.

"I'm not sure I'm a big fan of that comically large hammer anymore." You begin to load your rifle and aim it towards the gate.

The gate slammed open. It reveals a massive, lumpy humanoid. "Woah! Goddamn, you're a big boy!" Leon uses his handgun to fire a round of 3 burst shots at the giant. The giant seems unphased by the shots, and you take the opportunity to fire your shotgun at his back. He's marginally more impacted by this, which distracts him enough for Leon to begin to move away from the path of rampage.

Leon switches to small grenades and discovers another weak point on the giant's back. A small white figure pops out from the giant's upper back. 

A wolf howls at the top of the cliff. Leon points up to the top. "Hey! It's that dog again!" The giant looks frantically towards the moving wolf. After jumping down to the quarry, the wolf bites at the ankles of the giant.

You and Leon focus your shots on the smaller white figure, eventually leading to the giant falling low enough to attack the little white guy with your knife. After a few seconds, the giant moves to stand back up.

After another few rotations of knocking the big guy down and hacking at the little white head, the giant goes down. Leon stares down at it. "Damn. We were almost pancakes."

The wolf bounds off into the night, and you and Leon continue back toward the church. "Those bastards better not have moved Baby Eagle on us. I think I might lose it if we do much else without confirmation that she's okay." You adjust your side holster and reload each of your weapons.

"Let's not give them the chance." Leon opened the gate to the churchyard and slotted the key into the door. The door opens to a fairly basic chapel, with a jumbled stained glass in the center of the altar.

"Ashley Graham? Are you here?" You and Leon search for any location that could hide a full human being. "Leon, there's a blue knob in this cupboard."

"There's a gate over there, There's blue in the stained glass and a handle on the wall. Let's try this."

Leon fiddles with settings on the revealed console, pulling the gate above the doorway.

You walk through the doorway, checking for hidden combatants before climbing the ladder. You approach the door, indicating for Leon to open it.

"Ashley, Ashley Graham? Are you in here?" A figure swung at Leon with a candelabra.

"Just let me go!" A blonde girl in an orange blazer and a green plaid miniskirt swung again at Leon with the candelabra.

Leon caught it and threw it to the floor. "Easy with that. My name is Leon, this is (y/n). We're here on the president's orders." Ashley looked between the two of you before running between you out of the room. "That went well." Leon walked out of the storage room.

"Leon, you could have led with 'I'm not a bug man.' Yet, I guess." You stumble over the discarded candelabra momentarily before catching your footing.

"Because you were such a big help there?" Leon jogged to reach Ashley. "Hey, it's dangerous outside. You need to listen to me-"

Ashley interrupted him. "What is that? Over there."

You followed her eyeline. "That looks like more villagers. We need to be ready..." You trailed off as Leon and Ashley both grabbed their temples and groaned in pain. "Guys? What's wrong?" As they opened their eyes, you maneuvered Ashley to face you, pulling a penlight from your waist to check her pupils. You looked between her fairly normal pupils and the quickly approaching mob. "Kennedy, what happened?"

Leon and Ashley press along the gaps between windows to your right as you slide to put Ashley between you and Leon. Leon addresses you around Ashley. "Not good; let’s be ready."

Ashley looks between the two of you. "What do we do?"

Leon leans slightly toward her. "Your father trusts us, and I need you to trust us, too." Following a noise downstairs, you and Leon motion for Ashley to stay back as you look down at the villagers coming in.

You all crouch down as you move towards the left, passing Ashley's smashed phone. "Seriously? I just bought this."

You notice the sticker indicating Sigma Gamma Phi. "When we get out, we'll get you a new one. Let's get you back to your sisters first."

You reach a dead end and spot for Ashley as she climbs atop Leon's back to get the ladder down. You climb up the ladder, and Leon follows you. The only option is a window, which Leon and you hop through to the next ledge. Leon persuades Ashley to jump as you descend the ladder to the ground. 

A fallen bookcase blocks your path. Leon's voice crackles through your earpiece as you begin to clear the route. "Roost. We've secured Baby Eagle." You leverage your arms and thighs to move it back into the correct spot, as Hunnigan replies.

"Copy that. Is she okay?"

"Affirmative." Leon and Ashley approach your path.

" Well done, Condors. I'll dispatch a chopper ASAP. I'm sending you the coordinates for the extraction point. Make your way there. And don't let anything happen to Baby Eagle. Hurry, the weather is getting worse. Roost out."

You walk to the front courtyard with your gun drawn. "Ashley, stick close to one of us unless we tell you otherwise. Be loud if you need help." Ashley tucks herself behind you. As you finish speaking, an old woman with a pitchfork turns towards your little crew. You take three shots before her head is replaced with a tentacle. Leon fires twice more before that, too, explodes.

The sounds of her death summon another three villagers. Leon moves to create an artificial bottleneck of access to Ashley. Those villagers go down with only one more tentacle as four more enter the courtyard. You narrowly pull Ashley out of the path of a charging pitchfork.

When those four are taken care of, you leave Ashley with Leon to explore the cemetery. As you finish dealing with the visible, another gets close enough to grapple you. You yell in surprise as you fish for your combat knife, and Leon runs toward you. Ashley stumbles behind him.

Before Leon can get halfway down to you, you wrench yourself from his grasp and stab at his attempts to grab you again. You dispatch him with finality as you turn toward Leon and Ashley. "That could have gone better. Nice to meet you, Ashley."

"Oh! Nice to meet you too, I guess. Wish the circumstances were better."

“Don’t we all?" You pat her shoulder comfortingly before walking ahead.

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Found you again.

Leon S Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: After being saved by Leon in Spain, you find him again eight months later at a coffee shop.

Warnings: RE4R content, mentions impalement, mentions a therapist, and having a spotty memory, mentions government officials.

D/O = Drink Order.

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It was insane. After being trapped in Valdelobos for days and fighting to the brink of death, you were just told to go back home and live life like you did before the incident.

You were guided away from Leon and Ashley to fill in a report about what had happened, and the truth is, you didn't even know. You had no memory of how you got there or what you were doing there, something your therapist says is a trauma response.

All you know is that Leon had saved you from almost getting impaled by a pitchfork that a villager was holding. Then you joined him on a hunt to retrieve the presidents daughter, Ashley.

You remember the way that Leon reassuringly held you to his side by settling an arm around your waist. And how you begged him not to let you go when authorities wanted to take you in for questioning. He ended up having to hesitantly let you go anyway, promising that he would see you again.

Eight months later and you still haven't seen him. That is until you walked into your local coffee shop and noticed a familiar head of blonde hair attached to a familiar looking person. You couldn't deny that the feeling of hope that it could be him was the best thing you have felt in months. Slowly, you walked over to the booth he was in.

"Leon?" You spoke, still unsure if it could be him.

The man turned to look at you, shock evident on his face. "Y/N." He whispered.

"Hey, it's so nice to see you." You smiled down at him. He looks much better than he did in Valdelobos. He was clean and not sporting his usual furrowed eyebrow look.

He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking. "Yeah, it's nice to see you too. Uh, would you like to sit?"

You let out a small giggle before sitting down across from him. "Thank you."

"No problem."

You looked down at the table, there were papers with his writing all over them, and a closed laptop discarded to the side. "You workin'?"

Leon quickly looked back down at his papers and started putting them all in a pile. "Trying to get a vacation."

"Lord knows you need one." You mumbled.

"Uh, let me buy you a coffee." Leon offered.

"No, it's okay, you don't have to." You tried not to get him to spend his money on you.

"I want to." He smiled at you, a genuine smile that made you freeze and slowly nod your head. He had offered you tiny little ghosts of a smile back in Spain, not once has he smiled at you like that. If he continued to do it, you would probably do anything he asked.

Leon stood up from the booth, looking down at you. "What would you like?"

"Oh, um, D/O."

He smiled down at you one more time. "Alright, one coffee coming right up."

You watched as he walked over to the counter, stopping once he was finally talking to the barista. As he stood there waiting for your order, you decided to look out of the window next to you, not wanting him to catch you staring.

Subconsciously, you let a smile spread on your face. It was nice to finally see him again. You had been worried about him ever since you were put onto a plane back to your home without any word from or about him.

"What are you smiling about?" Leon asked as he set your drink on the table, sitting down immediately afterward.

"It's just nice to see you again, Leon." You admitted. "At least this time, we aren't getting axes thrown in our face by mind controlled freaks."

Leon stared at you for a few seconds before letting a small chuckle fall from his lips. "That was the worst part for you?"

You laughed at his words.

"How have you been?" You asked him, genuinely curious.

Leon watched as you took a sip from your drink before finding something to say. "I've been....well, I've been."

"Don't I know it." You sighed before chuckling.

"Sorry for not finding you before they brought you home." His eyes looked at anything but you.

You moved a hand to rest on his own, snapping him out of his thoughts. "It's okay, I was worried about you, but I was also in a happy to finally get back."

Leon turned his hand over, now holding your hand in his own. "I was worried too."

"You were worried? Leon Kennedy was worried about me?" You smiled at him, an act that he bashfully returned.

"Of course." He whispered, staring into your eyes.

A ringing erupted from Leon's phone, alerting both of you and forcing him to pull his hand away.

"Thank you for the coffee. It would be wonderful to see you again." You rushed out, reaching over to his side of the table to grab the pen he was writing with earlier and putting your phone number on a napkin. "Goodbye, Leon."

You got up from your seat and pressed a kiss to his cheek, quickly running out of the coffee shop afterward. Causing a wide-eyed Leon to turn and watch you run away, leaving his grasp once again. His phone was long forgotten because his mind was stuck on you... At least this time, he had a way to find you.

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Google says that the "Rural Village" Re4 took place in was called Valdelobos... I know a lot of people call it Las Plagas, and if it's that big of a deal, I can change it..

[illyanarasputinfan]

What did you think of Magik #1?

Happy Birthday, Illyana? 🎉

Magik is plagued by a nightmare of the Darkchild urging her to submit to the demonic corruption within her soul.

Magik ♥️ 🍰

Illyana’s fondness for cake, and her troubles obtaining it as a member of the X-Men, continue.

Bigots and Funerals and Demons, Oh My! 😱

Magik slaughters The Crow Demon’s demonic minions during a funeral for a young girl named Moni being picketed by anti-mutant protestors. I always love when Illyana cuts loose on the supernatural with her Soulsword, and writer Ashley Allen allows Magik to obliterate demons in this much like she did with vampires in the Blood Hunt one-shot she wrote back in 2024.

The Crow Demon 🐦‍⬛

This guy is a total asshole. Designed by artist Peach Momoko, The Crow Demon wants to shatter five seals imprisoning his master Liminal beneath Alaska, allowing the entity to unleash an apocalypse. Writer Ashley Allen drew inspiration for Magik’s solo series from some of her favorite manga series, which include Soul Eater, Full Metal Alchemist, and Demon Slayer. It should be fun reading Illyana’s intercontinental quest to thwart Liminal’s demonic minions.

Magik Uses Actual MAGIC! ✨

Magik cauterizes a wound to her arm, casts a spell to render the Crow Demon mute, and erects a mystic barrier to contain the spread of Liminal’s influence from the first broken seal. One of the biggest problems fans have had with Illyana’s characterization in recent years is when she’s depicted as nothing more than a sword-wielding mode of transport, when in fact she’s one of the most powerful sorceresses in the Marvel universe. The writer clearly heard the fans, and depicts her using *GASP!* witchcraft. Magik also once again emerges the reigning champion of the censored profanity speech bubble in the X-Men universe. Prove me wrong.

Illyana ♥️ Children

Poor Cal Isaacs. Belonging to a family of mystics dedicated to preventing Liminal’s escape for generations, the boy’s grandmother was training him to become the next keeper of the journal containing magic necessary to stop the entity before the Crow Demon kills her. Now, Cal finds himself alone, and demands that Illyana allow him to accompany her. Magik, feeling responsible for the boy’s predicament, agrees. I’ve always enjoyed a storyline trope where a strong female protagonist embarks on a dangerous mission with a child she’s entrusted to care for. One of Magik’s biggest weaknesses is children. Allen is fully aware of Rasputina’s love of them, and incorporates that here. But be careful, Cal. As much as Magik adores children, they have a horrible tendency of vanishing from her life as though they never existed.

Darkchild Unleashed?

The Isaac Family journal foretells the coming of Darkchild, a tidbit of information that Cal keeps from Magik. I’ve always wondered if there was a cult in the Marvel universe that worshipped Darkchild, or an organization founded to prevent her from destroying creation. Allen seems to be addressing that with the Isaacs. Who they truly are and what they know has yet to be revealed, but I’ve always enjoyed a good mystery.

Final Verdict: ⭐️⭐️ Out Of Five Stars

I like that the series is focusing on the darker side of Illyana’s lore with a supernatural horror vibe. One of the things I enjoy most about the character is her struggle to remain a hero despite the evil inside of her, and I feel like that subplot has been sanitized for the general reader’s protection, as of late. I’m eager to see more of Magik combatting this villainous manifestation. I love German Perálta’s artwork in this, and kudos to Allen for using the original spelling of Darkchild first introduced in The New Mutants #13 back in 1984. I see what you did there. 👍 Magik could turn out to be great, or it could be mediocre. It’s too soon to tell, but I like what I’ve seen so far. It takes time for any good series to find its groove. Is it phenomenal? No. Is it horrible? Also no. Good luck to the title’s entire creative team on making their labor of love a resounding success. Illyana is in capable hands, and I look forward to her future adventures.

[ur-mousey]

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Jude is hunting on her father's private land to get her mind off of a steamy night shared between her and Cardan Greenbriar. Modern AU. No magic.

I'll Make you Miss Me ~

Imagine! Jude Durate x Singer! Cardan Greenbriar

Imagine! Cardan misses his wife, whom he banished, to the point he made a song beckoning her home. The song link is included.

Class of '09

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Benzo-Addict ~ prt 1, prt 2, prt 3

Yan! Jeffery x F! Reader

*Dark, heavy drug use and non-con elements* Drugs have always been your friend. A source of courage and tonight's no different.

Now it's time to fuck a nerd. Hope your BF understands.

Kiss up, Bitch ~

Imagine! Nicole x Jecka

Imagine! Nicole gets pissed over Ari singing a song and decides to take her frustrations on 'straight-girl' Jecka.

Behind Pom Poms and Bongs ~

Nicole x Yan! F! Reader

Imagine! Yourself are the obsessive cheerleader of Westerburg High. And Nicole is at the root of your desires. You'll show her what's up.

Dear Diary, Pary Percs are a Thing ~

Imagine! Yan!Kylar x GN! Reader

College Au, where Reader and Kylar end their night of partying with Percs. Ensue the next morning, left alone, where the Reader finds it hard to recall those past few hours. So let's start this; Dear Diary.

Drop the Status Quo ~

Awk-Romantic! Crispin x Scene Queen! F!Reader

Emily and the others held you to the standard of THE Avril Lavigne. You were basically slit-your-own-throat cool as shit. But then there were the rumors that you were dating Crispin.

#InstantStreetCredRuiner (if true?)

Bubble Pop Love ~

Nicole x Loving! F!Reader

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The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

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Cross My Heart and Hope to Die ~ (in progress)

Part 1, 2

Yan!Graves Siblings x Childhood Friend! F!Reader!

summary Your parents didn’t give two shits where you were. But they made sure to leave you somewhere with someone. And, you found yourself in the care of Mrs. Graves -she was no better. Upon arrival Ashley despised you and Andrew kept his distance for your sake.

[sapphic-coded]

I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun

You grew up in Ohio with your father, brother, and sister. Your family was small and strange. Because of that, you were picked on relentlessly at school. Until another weird kid showed up. Her family moved in across the street from you. It wasn't long until the two of you became friends. Your friendship became the light in your life. Until it ended suddenly. Rumors followed your friend's disappearance. Russian spies. You didn't see her again until you crossed paths at work.

Series Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x fem Reader

Warnings: Imaginary violence. Reader is a messed up assassin and doesn't like recon jobs. Expensive alcohol. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 4.3k

Author's Note: I'm back from vacation and I caught covid. I wrote this whole chapter while I was stuck in quarantine so I apologize if anything doesn't make sense. Thank you again for the endless love you have shown this series. It's really fun to write and I'm glad you guys enjoy reading it.

Taglist: @natsxwife @iliketozoneout @newawakening9 @natasha-1million @ilovemcuff @beholdagaywriter

Chapter Four: Between Fact And Fiction, Which One Of Us Changed?

Mount Vernon, Ohio – 1992

The bark was rough against your hands as your foot found purchase against a sturdy gnarl. You reached for the thick branch above and dug your fingers into the familiar wood. It took hardly a minute to pull yourself up onto the branch. Your movement was fluid. Practiced. You have climbed this tree more times than you can count. You settled onto the thick branch, and it held your weight with ease. The branch you sat on was nearly as high as the roof of your house. It afforded you the best view of your small neighborhood. 

You looked down and found Nat confidently scaling up the tree. The moment she was close enough, you leaned down and offered your hand. Her hand wrapped around yours and you helped pull her up onto the branch with you. Your legs swung lazily as she sat down next to you. The sun had already begun its descent towards the treeline, and you felt nothing but raw excitement for the approaching weekend. Your father was wrapped up in communications with his past self and had made it clear that he was not to be bothered. Which left a whole weekend free to do whatever you wanted. No hunting trips. No extracurricular activities. Just two whole days of sweet freedom. 

Nat swung her backpack around, pulled out something, and then leaned her bag against the trunk of the tree. She held out something in a long, thin shiny packaging towards you. Your eyes widened, and your smile grew at what was unmistakably a delicious fruit roll-up. You took it and immediately tore open the wrapper. You ripped off a bite with your teeth and chewed on the sweet snack happily. 

“Your parents are way cooler than my father,” you said before you ripped off another bite with your teeth. 

Nat smiled and shook her head as she opened up the wrapper. “My mom says this stuff will rot your teeth. Ashley had a bunch of these with her at school today. I traded a yoo-hoo for these.”

You didn’t know who Ashley was. Her face in your mind was a blend of every other face you passed in the hallways. 

“You said your Dad had company?” Nat asked as she ripped off a piece of her fruit roll-up. 

You followed her gaze to your driveway that was largely empty except for your father’s station wagon. “He does. It’s one of his past selves. He doesn’t know when. They keep changing their story.” As you took another bite, the front door of your house opened and your brother and sister walked out. Your brother was dressed in one of his nicer black suits while your sister wore a black slip dress over a brown and black striped T-shirt. As they made their way down the driveway, another car turned onto the street and pulled up in front of your house. You didn’t recognize any of the other teens in the car, but they all looked to be either around your brother’s age or older. 

You chewed on your snack as you watched your siblings climb into the car and drive off. You had no idea if your brother ever worked up the courage to ask Sadie to the dance. Ever since you met Nat, most of your free time has been spent hanging out with your friend. Not that your siblings seemed to mind. In fact, they both seemed to like Nat when they crossed paths with you two the other day. 

“My Dad wants to pull out our grill one last time for the season,” Nat said as she ripped off another piece of her fruit roll-up. “You should come by tomorrow. My parents want to meet you.” 

You looked over at Nat. You knew exactly what your father would say if you asked him if you could go. He wouldn’t just say no. He’d find a way to make sure that such an opportunity would never come your way again. He tolerated your newfound friendship with Nat because it made you look normal. It kept up appearances. But going any deeper than that could turn a stroke of luck into a potential problem. 

You knew all of this, yet you didn’t feel fear as you settled on your answer. Your father would find out. It was pointless to hide anything from him. But whatever punishment he would dish out felt shallow. Your thoughts were anchored on Nat, and how nice it felt to be around her. She offered no judgment whenever you mentioned your family. She could have left you once the other kids told her how weird you were. But she stayed by your side. 

So you said, “Okay.” And all you could think about was spending your free weekend with your friend.

Stockholm – 2010

As the car pulls to a stop, your father hands you a folded piece of pale, yellow scrap paper. 

“Call your brother,” he says as you unfold the piece of paper. Scratched in quick strokes of black ink is a phone number. “He wants to talk to you.” 

You fold the piece of scrap paper in half and look over at your father. He is dressed in a black tuxedo suit with matching polished black shoes. His black hair is combed back from his face and in the dim light of the car, it is nearly impossible to see the faint white streaks peppered throughout. The smell of his cologne hangs heavy between you two. 

“Why?” you ask. 

“He did not wish to discuss his reasoning with me,” your father replies. “He insisted on talking with you.”

You shrug and sit back in the cushioned leather seat. “Then I’ll call him later.”

“No,” your father’s reply is calculated and sharp. You imagine him standing above you and barking orders in that same tone of voice. Go. Fight. Run. Kill. “You will call him now. This is a very important night. We cannot afford another mistake like Amsterdam.”

You roll your eyes. “When will you stop with that? I did the job.” 

“I will stop when you stop distracting yourself with that spy,” your father snaps. 

You shift around in your seat so you can face your father fully. “First, you have no proof that she was ever a Russian spy.”

“I have mountains of evidence, Y/N,” your father is quick to argue. “You just won’t listen.”

“Second,” you continue as if your father didn’t say anything, “she is not a distraction. Every job you have given me since Amsterdam I have completed. Even the ones that draw her out.”

Your father shifts around in his seat to face you fully as well. He points his finger at you. “That is it. Right there. You have just admitted it. You are drawing her out.” 

“I am not.”

“She is a distraction,” your father presses. “What do you think will happen once she has you right where she wants you?”

You laugh and roll your eyes again. “It’s not like that. We are just talking.” 

“She is your enemy, Y/N.” 

You shift back into your seat and stare ahead at the tinted window partition that separates the front of the car from the back. You fold your arms in front of your chest as you bite back the same old retort. It has been a little over a month since Amsterdam, and just about three weeks since London. You’ve done three more jobs since, and she hasn’t shown up at a single one. The disappointment you’ve been carrying around is crushing. You thought she was starting to get close. You thought she had finally picked up your trail. But you were wrong, and you hated the growing silence between the two of you. 

You hear your father shift back into his seat next to you. You don’t know how else to explain to your father that your conversations with her are not distractions. You have argued your point so many times, but he doesn’t listen. But if the past three jobs were anything to go by, he won’t have to worry about her for much longer. If she lost your trail, then only luck would put her back in front of you. You can feel your frustration beginning to resurface. There was still so much left unsaid. You were hoping for at least one more conversation. 

“Call your brother so we can carry on with our night,” your father says. 

You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the car door. You step out onto a quiet sidewalk lit by the white glow of the streetlamp. The black Lexus you and your father have been riding in idles as you shut the door behind you. You make your way over to the payphone and dial the number written on the piece of scrap paper. As you wait for an answer, your hand dips into the pocket of your navy blue suit jacket. Your father had instructed you to dress up for tonight, so you had selected one of your favorite suits. Your suit jacket remains unbuttoned and reveals the white satin blouse beneath that scoops down towards your breasts. Your matching navy blue trousers run down the lengths of your legs and end at your black oxford shoes. 

“Hello?” your brother’s voice speaks through the receiver. 

You turn your back to the idling Lexus. “Hi.” You can hear your brother’s sigh.

“Y/N,” he says. “It’s good to hear from you. How have you been?” 

You shrug despite the fact that your brother cannot see it. You look down and kick a small pebble further down the sidewalk. “Fine. Work keeps me busy. You?” 

“Same,” your brother replies. “Long hours. Little sleep. Living off the vending machines whenever I’m not home.” 

“That sounds terrible,” you say. 

“It’s better than working for Dad,” your brother says.

You look over your shoulder towards the black Lexus for a moment. “Yeah…well…you do what you’re good at, and I do what I’m good at.” 

“Y/N–”

“Why did you want to talk?” you cut in. 

Your brother lets out another sigh. “I had a visitor last night.”

You look back down towards the sidewalk and spot another tiny pebble. You kick that one further down the sidewalk. 

“Your friend from Ohio.”

Your gaze snaps up and lands on the phone. Your grip on the receiver tightens as your heart starts to beat faster. 

“I’m pretty sure you know who I’m talking about since she mentioned running into you earlier,” your brother says. 

“She found you?” It’s the only question you can think of. Your mind is racing so fast. 

“I’m not that hard to find,” your brother replies. “It’s you she’s trying to find.”

Your free hand comes up and you press the palm of your hand against your forehead. You can’t fight back the smile that curls your lips. She’s trying to find you. And she’s closer now. It won’t be just luck that drops her back into your life. Just a matter of time. You can hardly wait. 

“She knows about your work,” your brother says. 

Your smile grows as you close your eyes. “What did she say?”

“That you’re really good,” he answers. 

You wonder how much she knows. Does she only know about your jobs in Amsterdam and London? “High praise from the dearly departed.” 

“Yeah, I…I’m sorry,” he replies. “I was just as confused about what happened. I just saw Dad twisting it into another one of his crazy theories and I…” 

Suddenly you’re back in Ohio standing in your front yard. The house across the street that once radiated an irresistible warmth stands cold and empty. Trapped in your small body, you feel numb. You don’t understand. 

“...I didn’t want him to hurt you more,” your brother’s words lead you back to the payphone. You open your eyes. “So I told you what I thought would give you the most closure.”

You run your fingers down the length of the phone cord. There’s something you want to say to your brother that has nothing to do with friends coming back from an assumed death. But you don’t know how to say it. So you stand there in silence.  

“We need to meet. All three of us.”

You blink and your brow furrows. “Why?”

“Because whatever Dad has you doing is more than just contract work,” he replies. “Your friend seems to think that your past jobs are all connected to something bigger. And knowing Dad, she wouldn’t be wrong.” 

You glance back at the black Lexus. “What else did she say?” 

“That she’s going to find you.” 

You wonder what she was wearing when she spoke with your brother. 

“Y/N, this is serious.”

You shake your head. “Fine. I’ll call you when I’m back at my place.” You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. You tuck your brother’s phone number into your pocket and return to the car. The moment you settle back into your seat and shut the door, the car starts moving. 

The drive to your destination is not long. In less than an hour the car rolls up the driveway of a large luxurious mansion. The night air is cool when you step out of the car. The mansion’s large glass windows shine from the lights within. The quiet of the surrounding trees and gardens scattered throughout the estate reminds you of the peaceful quiet of your little cabin tucked far away. 

Your father’s orders are simple and straightforward. You are attending a party hosted by your father’s very important clients. Dine. Drink. Have fun. Don’t do anything else unless he tells you. You don’t argue. While you don’t care about these clients, you don’t mind entertaining yourself on their dime. 

The mansion is warm and bright when you enter. The sound of jazz music mixes with the lively hum of voices as you take in the sight of so many people all dressed in their finest suits and gowns. You don’t recognize any of them. Perhaps you should. These are all important people. People with some sliver of power. Certainly these people are probably CEOs or politicians or other important leaders. You wonder, as you casually walk further into the mansion, whether or not you’ve killed for these people before. 

The thought amuses you so much that you decide to make up stories for each stranger you pass. You had long left your father to mingle with his clients as you passed by two happy couples laughing at some joke. Your own lips lift into a smile despite not knowing what exactly they were laughing about. You just imagine shoving their old lovers, flames of passion long since burned out, off the roof of a mansion. Both couples looked like they owned mansions like this one. You imagine standing on the roof’s edge and looking down. You struggle to decide how strangely their bodies would break upon landing. It’s a hole in your imagination, but you are certain about the ring of blood that would surround the bodies. 

You swipe a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. You take a sip as you enter a much larger room. Off in the corner, a live jazz band is playing while more rich strangers mingle amongst each other. You spot a group of six gentlemen standing underneath a large abstract painting. As they talk, you imagine crushing the head of their rival beneath the sole of your boot. The rival’s scream would be terribly short lived and replaced with the crunch of breaking bone. You finish off your champagne and exchange your empty glass for another when another waiter passes. You also snatch up a fancy looking appetizer that tastes of a lovely blend of cheeses. 

You sip on your second glass of champagne as you wander around the crowded room. Your fantasies about these strangers fuels you. Barely an hour passes and you have imagined killing so many people. You can’t decide which fantasy is your favorite. You are torn between running over a sheriff with a tank or smothering an ex-lover in their bed. Both fantasies have an alluring thrill to them. You are starting to lean more towards the tank when one of the waiters stops next to you with a silver tray full of more drinks.   

“Would you like a new drink?” 

You abandon your fantasies the moment her voice reaches your ear. You look to your right. Standing next to you is Nat. She is dressed like all the other waiters roaming the busy rooms. Her white collared, button up shirt is nicely pressed and barren of a single blemish. The black vest she wears over her shirt is also without a single wrinkle. Black trousers cover the legs you remember straddling you back in Amsterdam. Her red hair is pulled back into another intricate braid that you are starting to adore. 

You look down at the empty champagne glass in your hand. The light chattering of all the other guests does not falter. The band continues to play. You feel the same rush from London warming every inch of you. Your earlier worries suddenly seem so humorous. You thought you had run too far ahead. You thought you knew what to do after hanging up the phone with your brother. Slow down. Give her time to catch up. 

But she has already caught up to you. 

And you can hardly contain your happiness. 

Your smile returns when your gaze lifts to meet her stare. “I’d love one.” You set your empty champagne glass onto the silver tray she is holding, and grab a fresh one. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asks. 

You take a sip of your third glass of champagne. “I am now that I have better company.” You gesture to the full glasses on the tray. “You should have some. It’s not very good, but it tastes expensive.” 

She turns slightly. “I’m working.” 

That’s hardly a surprise. If it’s not you working then it’s her. If she’s not working then you never see her. “When do you get off?” 

She doesn’t answer you, and you think you see a hint of a smile on her face, but another guest snatches away her attention before you can know for sure. You watch as she leaves and approaches the guest who called her over. The guest grabs two glasses of champagne before she walks off. You don’t follow. You stand there, sipping on your champagne, and watch. Every thought in your head is screaming for you to go after her. You still have so many questions. You still crave that blissful high you feel when it is just the two of you. You watch as she makes her way through the mingling guests. You finish your champagne the moment you see her disappear into another room. She shuts the door behind her and you can feel your palms start to sweat again. You know what this is. The invitation is blatantly clear. 

Your gaze sweeps around the gathered guests. You don’t see your father anywhere. Probably off talking to even more important clients. Perfect. You dump your glass onto the tray of another passing waiter as you cut through the crowd. Nobody else goes near the door as you get close. You turn and take one more look around at the busy party. Still no sign of your father. Just more strangers. You turn the doorknob, push open the door, and step into the room. 

This room is much smaller and not as brightly lit as the others. It looks to be some kind of entertaining room that only old wealth would have. In the middle of the room is a large wooden round table with eight dark brown leather armchairs surrounding it. Sitting on top of the table was the silver tray still full of drinks. Off on the right hand side of the room is an empty fireplace. To the left is a small bar where you find Nat. 

The door clicks shut behind you and muffles the noise of the party. You make your way to the table and settle into the armchair closest to the silver tray. “Are there any more of those fancy pigs in a blanket back there?” You grab a new glass off the tray and look over towards Nat. 

She turns around to face you. In her hands is a bottle of whiskey and two tumbler glasses. “No, but I think I found something better.” 

You smile as Nat sets the bottle and glasses down on the table. As she sits down in the armchair next to you, you reach forward and grab the bottle of whiskey. You examine the fancy label. “These people are always the same. They feed everyone the bad stuff and keep the good stuff for themselves.” You lift your champagne glass to your lips, tilt your head back, and finish the champagne in one greedy drink. You set the empty glass aside and reach for the two tumbler glasses. “I thought you were working.” 

“I am,” she replies. “I’m on break.” 

You open the bottle of whiskey. “Fun job?” 

She shrugs. “Recon.” 

You pour the whiskey into the two tumbler glasses. “I was never much of a fan of those jobs. Made the days feel long. I prefer keeping busy.” You set the whiskey bottle down before pushing one of the glasses towards Nat. She is watching you, and you love it. “But at least you have entertainment and good company. I spent my last recon job in a bunker.” Your smile drops a little at the memory. 

Her head tilts a little to the side. “The Idaho job?” 

You are about to pick up your glass, but stop. Your gaze had dropped to the fancy amber liquid. You try to remember when you had taken that job. It felt like a lifetime ago, but it couldn’t have been that long after your eighteenth birthday. That’s when you found your ‘groove’. When you had finally beat out the last bit of you that flinched every time you pulled the trigger. Your smile returns when you meet her olive green eyes again. How far back did she dig? Your fingers curl around the glass. “Two weeks spent in a place that smelled like piss and sweat. It’s hard to maintain your cover when you want to gag every time one of them goes near you.” 

“But you did,” she says as you lift the glass to your lips and take a drink of the whiskey. The smooth nutty taste washes over your tongue. “I doubt Hickman would have kept his back to you if he didn’t trust you.” 

The whiskey burns pleasantly as it goes down your throat. “Someone has done their research.” The memories of the Idaho job are still fuzzy, but you remember the weight of the shotgun in your hands. You remember the satisfaction you felt seeing Hickman’s body jerk forward from the deafening blast. The smell of gunpowder. The pieces of his head sticking to his desk. You lean forward and rest your arms on the table as you take another sip of your whiskey. “What do you think?” 

She doesn’t answer right away. Your heart is beating against your chest as you wait. You don’t exactly know what you want to hear from her. You just hope that it isn’t disgust. You have tasted bitter disappointment so often these past few weeks. You can’t take much more of it. 

“I think you’re really good,” she says. 

As your heart soars, you see a kind of sadness in her eyes that you don’t understand. 

“You have a very specific skill set.” 

Your smile grows as you lean back into the armchair. You hold your glass of whiskey in your hand. Her gaze never wanders from yours, and you don’t see any telltale signs of fear. It’s so common among all the people you meet when they realize what you are. But she’s not afraid. She doesn’t even look angry. It fills you with so much hope. It’s almost perfect. You just don’t understand why she looks sad. 

“Thanks for the compliment, Nat,” you say before you finish your whiskey. “I’m so glad you’re not dead. I missed having someone normal to talk to.” You see a flash of a smile cross her face. “We still need to catch up when we’re not doing all of…” you raised your arm and gestured with your hand towards the door. “...this. When are you free next?” 

“If you come with me, we’ll have plenty of time to catch up tonight,” she replies. 

“Tempting,” you say. “But I have a prior commitment I can’t miss. A family thing.” You stand up and set your empty glass down on the table. “But I’ll reach out after.” You turn and start towards the door. When you reach the door, you reach for the doorknob but stop. You turn and find Nat still sitting at the table. “Next time let’s do coffee.”

Her smile returns. It’s small, but it fills you with so much warmth. “That would be nice.”

Your hand falls upon the doorknob and when the door cracks open, the noise of the party spills into the room. You step out and back into the mingling crowd of guests. You allow your feet to carry you across the room as your mind begins laying the foundation of your next meeting with Nat. You end up so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice your father until he is walking up to you with the proudest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. 

His hand settles heavily on your shoulder. “We’re almost there, Y/N.”

[onmyyan]

AU with Ashley as like a cult leader?

That last anon ask with you describing the town as like a cult with Ashley as their leader got me yearning for a dark AU timeline

Thoughts? Even just some drabbles?

Ashley telling the townspeople that his many children born from reader are going to become the next great saviors of the town?

It's an inherited power kinda thing.

Meaning Ashley was groomed to be the perfect cult leader by his Ma and Pa.

He knows how to play people like a fiddle, expertly and without fail, he's charming and charismatic, beautiful and kind, how could you not want to follow him into the abyss.

Has the whole town in on it, from woman to children to grannies, they all bow to his will.

During meetings his followers wear dark hooded cloaks and white featureless masks, he is the only one (besides you but that's in the future) allowed to show their face, because he is seen as purified by the old gods, their chosen leader.

If any rebellion strikes up there are dire consequences.

I'm talking immediately made an example of via sacrifice kinda consequences.

All he's missing is his darling, and would you look at who just arrived in town to visit the countryside?

You don't get the sense anything is wrong, in fact the town and it's people feel welcoming and warm, a perfect little vacation from your hectic city life.

And because you have no family here, there's no one here to warn you about the charming sheriff who offers to personally escort you around his little town.

You take to him immediately falling for his charm and kind eyes, he holds the door open , pulls out chairs, the works.

It doesn't take long for your three day stay to turn into a week and then another and when you're finally ready to go back to reality, you suddenly can't

Your bank account is frozen, your phone is disconnected, and no one seems interested in letting you use theirs, Ashley is comforting, offering solace and sanctuary at his place since you couldn't afford the hotel anymore.

It makes too much sense to stay with him while your life goes to shit, which is exactly as he planned it.

The towns people were always kind but they turn that shit up to 10 now that you're staying with Ash.

You never pay for food again no matter the restaurant you go to, if you want something it's either free or criminally discounted.

When you bring it up to Ash he just smiles and kisses your temple, "People r' just kinder out here darlin."

You won't find out about the cult until Ashley wants you to.

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Can I request Ashley x Vampire male reader please?

Ooohhhh

CW: Light Stalking and Forced feeding of blood

Ashley Graves x Male!Vampire Reader

You’ve seen a lot in your time on this miserable earth

War, famine, weirdos in power alike

…but Ashley Graves is….certainly something

Nightly hunt for blood led you to the secret meeting place of the Cultists.

You fully intended stealing the stale blood they used for the summoning circle when something….fresh caught your attention

You peered around the corner, your nose being your main guide as the fresh scent of blood filled it. Though the animal blood would serve- fairly decently, it was the equivalent of a sad TV dinner. You had assumed the hooded figures left, having done their little dance and went about their day- but no. One figure remained…

…and two- goth people?

The smaller of the two goths, a woman with pink eyes and black hair tied into a messy ponytail, sliced the hand of the cultist- who seemed far too eager to have their blood taken from them. Your eyes narrowed as her and the other goth- a man with shaggy bangs and green eyes- went over the circle in the fresh blood. It appalled you to see them waste such a thing.

The horrid music began, causing you to flinch back and cover your ears from the assault. How could any demon be summoned with that?!

From the muffled music you barely made out the demonic scream as the demon left, and with it the music. You blinked, slowly accepting that it was safe to uncover your ears when you peered back around the corner. The cultist was upset, about something or other- but the goths were….unphased.

Especially the smaller one.

The hooded man left in such a huff he didn’t notice you, and if he did he didn’t care. You looked back and the two were making their way to the elevator.

Mortals like this were too interesting to pass up…

So you stalked them. Their motel room was close by, and they went back in…

But- came right out with their stuff?

Confused, you began to follow them again only to bump into someone also tailing them.

They didn’t spot you, far too focused on following the pair into the park

Trailing behind the person, they hid themselves in the foliage

….free meal!

Andrew stood in stock horror at what he was watching. Gun held at the ready, but too much of a pussy to pull the trigger.

You were hunched over the now dead body of the hitman that had been chasing him and his sister. Far too engulfed in your meal- he hadn’t spotted you.

“Andddrreeewwww! Did you get him?” Ashely peered over his shoulder, her own eyes widening a bit.

The new voice caused you to look up from your meal. Hunched over like a goblin, you gave the siblings a stare akin to that of a dog that was chewing something he shouldn’t. Silence filled the air until Ashley broke it.

“Can we keep him?”

Andrew protested and protested- but Ashley made up her mind with you

A guard vampire! Every girl’s dream!

You were not happy being considered this girl’s “pet”- but frankly this woman terrified you.

Her reactions to things most mortals would flee in terror towards was….indifferent. If anything she was giddy

She even asked if you were going to share the hitman

So you became her “pet”. Her guard vampire

You were instructed to wait in the car as the Graves siblings took care of their parents- you were okay. The AC was on and you were listening to your favorite music.

Ashley inevitably came back though, alone and upset

“It’s so fucking stupid!” Ashley was leaning with her back against the van, her arms crossed under her chest as she glared down at the ground. The window had been opened and you folded your arms over the lip of window slot, listening to her woes, “Andrew is practically sucking mom’s dick, I thought the quarantine would’ve made him on MY side, but nooooooooo!”

“Your mother..” you finally spoke up, “We don’t like her?”

“Oh we hate the bitch!” Ashley confirmed, “But, I have a plan. One Andy can’t say no to!”

You lazily hung your arm over the car door like a cat, “And that isssss?”

Ashley gave you a devious look, mischief glinting in her eyes.

“You hungry?”

Unlocking the car and leading you to the Graves Family home, Ashley invited you in

Good cause you couldn’t have entered if she didn’t

Once again you were instructed to wait, this time in the basement, while she coerced Andrew into her plan

It wasn’t long til she was leading her mother down there, holding her at gun point

If she had anything to say to you, she couldn’t due to the weapon being held at her head

You so desperately wanted to jump the bitch and feast then and there, but Ashley had other plans.

Eventually her father joined, and Andrew had to take care of something while Ashley set up another ritual

“When it comes to mothers Ashley, I am a fucking Saint!” Mrs Graves hissed, leaning forward against her restraints to make her point.

You narrowed your eyes at her from your perch on the washing machine. You knew nothing about this whore, but you liked none of what you were hearing.

“Leave my mistress’ name out of your mouth.” You shot daggers at the bounded mother, if you can even call her that.

“And that thing!” She shouted to Ashley, “What even is that?”

“My pet!” She crossed her arms nodding, you nodded too- far too proud of that title, “You and dad wouldn’t let me get one so I got one myself.”

Mrs Graves’ eyes narrowed, her pupils darting between you and Ashley, “You…can’t be serious.”

“I am! Wanna see me feed him?”

The gears were turning in Ashley’s head, you could tell her primary thought was “How fucked up can I make this so my mother freaks out”. And she seemed content with where she landed. She took the knife she has used to cut into the meat bags, and carefully sliced into her hand. She turned to you, beckoning you down from your perch.

The new scent of blood made your mouth water, pupils dilating at the sweet scent. You hopped down from your perch, approaching Ashley. Before you could open your mouth to say something, she forced her cut into your mouth.

You choked on her blood, it overwhelming your tastebuds. Your hands clasped around her wrist, eyes cracking open slightly. Your eyes met Ashley, her glare telling you that if you pulled away- you would regret it. Knowing how this was going to go, you closed your eyes again and did your best to swallow the blood.

Her parents rightfully freaked out by what they saw, Ashley pulled her hand away and finally let you breath

Andrew soon returned, and things went about. The card limit was no more, the talisman was recharged, and Ashley made the 3 of you a lovely soup.

A part of you feared this woman, while the other part held nothing but respect and adoration for the fucked up mess she was

This started as “haha vampire follows the Graves Siblings” to “You are now her pet”- which ya know, is an appropriate amount of fucked up given this game. Hope you enjoyed dude, love your incorrect quotes <3

[cherriesnfangs]

“ SOFT LIPS AND SOME PEARLY WHITES ”

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MELTING

ashley graham x gn ! reader

cw - fluff , during re4 events , agent ! reader minor character deaths , mentions of leon x

reader , blood , usage of they / them

pronouns , mentions of leon ! word counter - 5.8k

Upon reaching the church , they attached the church key after receiving it from across the lake and fighting lago with leon , they push open the iron church gates and walk up the cemented steps that were forever implanted into the dirt ground . leon ‘s trademark facial expression remained as he stepped up to the church and pressed both of his palms to the wooden designed intricate doors . upon entering , the three rows of church pew’s and a red , green and blue stained glass circle window in front of you with a golden plaga symbol dead center . emitting rays of the three colors amongst the cobblestone floors of the church . upon noticing that the stained glass was out of place , you looked to your left and there was a hallway that led to a treasure chest that sat atop a red cushion on a pillar with plants on the side of it , sitting juxtaposed at the end of the hallway . leon went up to the pulpit and lifted the iron sliding gate and saw two gears missing . a green one and a blue one while the red one was sitting still , waiting for its other colors to join with it . upon walking into the hallway and making your way to the treasure chest , you open it and see the blue gear designed dial and take it to put it in your pocket and exit the hallway .

they meet up with leon and he already has the green dial within his hands and the two of you walked down the altar together before inserting the two dials and looking up at the stained glass— it was a puzzle so get and open the passageway that you two needed to get through to get to ashley because hunnigan called through your earpieces and informed you that ashley— or baby eagle within her code name , was located within the church somewhere and you two needed to search and rescue before ganados come in and hunt you down with their torches and pitchforks . after inserting the two different cool color gear designed dials , leon started turning them around to match the different colors of stained glass to match around the gold plaga symbol . with what seemed like a few minutes with leon tinkering and spinning the dials— he’s managed to fit them around and a secret passage that led up to the second floor of the church— ashley ‘s location presumably . upon taking the ladder , there happened to be a room that you two enter first and it looked dimly lit inside with the rest being dark from the entrance .

“ ashley ? ashley graham are you in here ? ” leon asked out into the dimly lit room only to be met with a loud yell and quickly moving out of the way so you and leon didn’t get hit with what looked like to be an antique french church candelabra , ashley landed the candelabra in between you two — them jumping out into the hallway and leon in the room where ashley attacked them and with her thinking that they were the plaga infected villagers trying to take her somewhere else on the island . you enter in the same room that leon and ashley are in but you see leon ‘s attempts at to calm her down and reassure her that she’s not like one of the villagers but during his attempts— she ran off , the heels of her high heeled boots clicked beneath her and leon just stared at the entryway that she ran off before sighing out in slight defeat .

“ that went well . “ you spoke to him before averting your gaze and pinching the bridge of your nose before walking out , leon following in suite and turning the corner to where ashley darted off from the room that the three of you were previously in . leon stepped up to her and his dirty blonde locks swept over to the side within every movement he made .

“ hey it’s dangerous outside . ” leon started , “ you need to listen to us— ” he stepped forward and tried to reassure her until she mentioned something .

“ what is that , over there ? ” ashley called out and stared out of the large church window as you and leon looked out the other and see ganados coming in through the cobblestone and metal fenced gates that led up to the church , orange and white hues of light emit from their torches and they were all chanting verses but then a loud ringing was heard from all three of you— grunting as you place your palm against your head, splaying your fingers across your head and your eyes shut immediately because of the overbearing ringing within your ears but then you three heard a whisper .

pursue them .

the lost lambs are escaping .

deliver unto them .

the chanting grew a bit louder from where the villagers were standing as ashley turned to look at you two before she hid behind the cobblestone walls of the church and her hands behind her back as ganados reached up to the black metal gate of the church and their whispers became more deafening as they approached the church double doored entrance from when you and leon entered and while in the mean time while the villagers were starting to wander inside , ashley looked at the both of you out of slight fear and anxiety .

“ what do we do ? “

they avert their gaze onto the other blonde , who seemed to be still but you could tell that she was scared — she just wanted to go back home to her home and be back to her dad . leon tilts his head up and looks at ashley after looking at you for a moment .

“ your father trusts us and i need you to trust us too , and do exactly as we say . “ he spoke in a slight hushed gruff tone . “ we’re gonna get you home safe . “ you added in on the opposite side of ashley and she turned her attention to look at you entirely because she hasn’t gotten a chance to . she nodded quickly but she couldn’t help her eyes lowering slightly as to take a quick look at you . you wore an all black outfit ; black short sleeved tee shirt , black jeans that hugged your lower half comfortably and heeled black leather boots that were over your jeans and as for your harnesses , you had harnesses strapped over your shoulders and collarbone and over your stomach while in the back was an x design and on your right thigh ; a leg harness that wrapped around it snugly as it held a small knife unlike your military grade combat knife that was on the opposite shoulder .

ashley was too caught off attention by your appearance but she managed to form a nod from your comforting words and she looked away because she felt like she was staring at them for an embarrassing amount of time but her thoughts were cut short by hearing a door open and leon looked at both of you for a moment and told you two to wait right there in your spots for a moment without speaking as he crouched down and looked over from the side of the upstairs floor of the church , very few faint glows of orange slowly trickled into the church and the villagers were looking around in the confines of the church — presumably looking for you and leon but more importantly , for ashley so they can take her away from you two so they can influence the plaga from within her but she doesn’t know that she’s been infected — neither of you or leon do ever since you’ve had your run in with mendez .

faint voices were heard from the villagers on the ground floor of the church and leon turned to look at you two , “ all right , let’s get the hell out of here . “ he spoke in the same hushed voice as before and he crouched as to make sure that ganados wouldn’t have seen the three of you making your escape from the church without using the front door . leon made his way — you and ashley following in pursuit and he tilted his head up and noticed a fold down metal ladder as he turned to look at you . “ get the ladder . “ he asked and you nodded and walked up to the wall as he crouched down within position and they carefully climbed onto his back, making sure to not have their heels digging into his shoulder blades to cause him any shoulder pain as he stands upright slowly and carefully as you grab a hold onto the ledge of where the fold down metal ladder stood up above and you pulled yourself upwards .

ashley was watching you climb onto the platform before kicking down the metal ladder and it coming down with a squeak and it clanked when the bottom half reached the ground , leon climbing up it and with her following behind led up to the church ‘s attic , walking up the little wooden staircase that lead up to the attic and taking a good look of your surroundings . they walked to the end of one of the hallways , opening a treasure chest and it revealing a rusted gold bangle that had little green jewels embedded into the bangle itself for an additional sparkle that it needed . you pocketed it so you can sell it off to the merchant for extra pesetas and then immediately use them afterwards so you can get more good stuff from him . ashley looked around in the attic and was still nervous because of the villagers who were still piling into the church now — she knew that they were looking for her because she left with you and leon .

“ what do we do ? there’s no way out . “ she spoke , her voice quivering in slight anxiety because she didn’t want to get kidnapped again . you returned to the duo after emerging from the makeshift hallways , looking to your right and seeing two big barrels with yellow translucent paint that was poorly painted with a single line across it — you brought your heeled boot up and smashed it with a quick swing , the barrels breaking within the process and with a crash— leon and ashley turned to look down in the direction of the crash with ashley jumping in slight fear . only for them to find you kneeling over and picking up a bag of pesetas and a good handful of handgun ammunition .

ashley was now reassuring herself that there was no villager within the attic so she can feel better and she tilted her head up to see that leon climbed up to the window sill with one boot on top of it— peering down to see how tall the church stood. a good three stories and he turned his head to look back at the two before jumping down and landing with a thud, magically not breaking any of his bones within his legs as ashley went up to the windowsill, peered out of it and her face went white as she looked down at leon as she watched rain slightly drizzle from the outsides of the church .

“ no way. “ she was the first to speak , she felt her knees go weak as she stared at how tall the church stood and how far away it was from the ground and she looked down at leon who just looked up at the church attic opened window .

“ it’s ok , i can catch you . “ he reassured her , you looked at ashley as she backed up a tiny bit and they placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to reassure her that she has nothing to worry about . the reason you were assigned on this mission with leon was to provide some comfort and ease ashley ‘s anxiety and her fears so she can remain calm and collected throughout the time they are in spain . ashley looked at you for a moment and nodded slightly as she looked out of the window and sat on the windowsill, her legs dangling over the side and she was taking a moment before she jumped out, emitting a light yell before being caught by leon in a bridal style , she held her hands to her chest and she looked up at the window— looking at you with a thank you look without saying the words as leon puts her down and looked back up so he could catch you . only to find out that you’ve already jumped out of the church window long after he’d put ashley back into her feet as you landed in a knelt position . standing back up onto their feet, you looked at leon with a raised eyebrow for a moment before walking down the small staircase , leon just looked at you for a moment and he followed you in suite and ashley behind .

“ thanks “ she quickly spoke only for leon to give a nod as he walked to the edge of the concrete platform they were standing on as leon jumped off, landing in a slightly knelt position and for you to follow in suite with ashley climbing down the wooden ladder . bringing up two fingers to their earpiece after hearing a ringtone coming from your earpiece , you spoke into the earpiece and let hunnigan know about your mission and the status of you rescuing ashley from the church .

“ roost , we’ve secured baby eagle . “

“ copy that . is she ok ? “

“ affirmative . “ added leon through the ear piece .

“ well done , condor one and two . i’ll dispatch a chopper asap . i’ll be sending the coordinates for the extraction point , you two make your way there and don’t let anything happen to baby eagle . ”

“ copy that . ” added leon .

“ hurry , the weather is getting worse . roost out . ”

was all hunnigan spoke before she hung up through the earpiece . removing two fingers from their ear piece, you stepped down concrete steps before turning to one of the side exits of the church only to find that there was a large metal cabinet within the way by pushing it out of the way . soft grunts left your lips and once it was successfully moved out of the way, leading ashley and leon down the outside walkway only to find at the end that more villagers were flocking to get inside of the church , in search of ashley , to take her back and inflict more of the plaga ‘s influence onto her but their intent to kill you and leon . once you’ve seen a good amount of ganados head into the church with their pitchforks and torches, leon stepped up in front and crept up slowly and made sure to not make a sound as doing so . one of the villagers were aimlessly looking around with her back turned to the trio , unbeknownst of what was going to happen to her within the next five to ten seconds .

leon brought out his military combat knife and covered the woman villager ‘s mouth and sliced her neck open, blood seeping through the cut and she fell to the ground, dying in the process because she was already a corpse to the plaga once she fully succumbed to it . leon turned to look at the entrance gates of the church and saw more villagers were heading this way but all of a sudden— a loud shout emitted from the church . quickly turning around and seeing the villagers who almost made it into the church were now facing them and pointing at them as ashley got scared , her knees grew weak as leon made a hissed grunt . “ run ! “ he told and started running in the direction downwards to the entrance of the church ‘s cemetery as ashley and you followed , you brought out your handgun and began shooting at the other villagers who just so happened to be on the side as ashley began yelling.

“ oh god ! what’s wrong with these people ?! “ she exclaimed as she began running with the occasional click of her heeled boots against the rock garden that led up to the steeled bar entrance of the church and she avoided the tombstones that stood upright and proud with a faint moss growing on their cobblestone , nature slowly taking over the tombstones . ashley continued running after leon but her horrors were answered once she felt hands grab her . at the touch of the hands, she knew who it was because leon was fighting off the circling villagers and the villagers whom have tendrils emitting from their head , she lets out a scared scream and she felt getting picked up and put over a shoulder . you were currently busy with dealing off the villagers that were coming from behind but your thoughts were cut short once you heard ashley ‘s scream . there were too many villagers that were hopping over the fence and the villagers that came from outside of the church were now running over to you three .

you sprung into action by taking out the villager who almost walked off with ashley on their shoulder blades, you put a bullet into the back of their head, blood seeping through their bullet shot to the head and ashley fell , looking up to see ganados coming in hot and leon was still fighting off the other villagers , you did the unthinkable and grabbed ashley, carrying her bridal style and her eyes widened as she immediately looked to see who was carrying her . you . she clung onto your neck by wrapping her arms and you ran .

“ leon — cmon ! there’s too many of them . ” you yelled and leon didn’t need to be told twice . he trailed after you by narrowly avoiding one of the villagers tendrils that was swinging at him and you three ran all the way back to the village square , passing by the farm within the process . ashley would occasionally look behind you to see if there was any other villager behind you , fortunately for her and to ease her anxiety — they were falling back behind and once you felt that it was a good time to put ashley down because you knew that there was no distant shouting from ganados behind the trio. once she was put down, she immediately went into hug you — her arms wrapping around their neck and she pulled away .

“ thank you for saving me back there .. ” she whispered , still slightly scared and a little bit shaken up because of that whole ordeal with her almost getting kidnapped by the villager that just so happened to be near her when leon and you were too busy fighting off the other villagers that ambushed you two . you gave her a simple nod and looked at the building in front of you three . “ don’t mention it . ” you replied before walking into the building , leon and ashley following suite and there happened to be a big torch that stood out of the ground , purple flames crackled and emitting light and casting purple shadows amongst the ground and some parts of the building and debris around you . the merchant .

“ ah .. welcome strangers ! got a good selection of things on sale — your in for a treat . ” he promised and he waited for you or leon to come up to his table . walking up to the table , leon decided to do some business with him while you were waiting for your turn , you turned to ashley . you’ve made an attempt to provide some comfort for the woman . “ are you doing alright ? how are you feeling ? ” you asked her , she remained still but you can tell she was still slightly nervous and you can hear the merchant ‘s loud talking within the background but your full attention was onto ashley , wanting to make attempts as to ease her nervousness so she didn’t have anything to worry about for now until you three get off from the island and away from los illuminados .

“ um .. i think i’m alright for now , at least . ” she replied , she knew what you were trying to do and she was thankful for it . ashley was slowly starting to remain relaxed as she got her shaky breathing under control . once leon was finished with his business , he backed away so he can insert his new handgun ammunition into the barrel of his newly bought handgun — while he was finishing up , you stepped up to the merchant and began looking through his wares and seeing what caught your attention most .

in the corner where she stood , ashley was thankful that you and leon were coming to her rescue as she got a chance to take a good look at you two without it being half glances because of her being occupied with running away from torch or pitch fork welding villagers . she thought that you two were definitely attractive but her main attention was onto you , she looked at your locks and thought how soft your hair is but she knew better to not touch a stranger ‘s hair , even though if that stranger was kindly helping her get away from the sinister cult after all three of them— well , mostly her instead while they plan on killing the other two . whenever it came to ashley and whatever she was attracted to , it was always a discussion because she would always dismiss the idea on what she’s attracted to but she knew what she liked . she loved people who were always kind and she didn’t care of what gender because she loved everybody . ashley was just mostly attracted to kindness and strength if she was being attacked by the villagers and somebody stepped in to help and save her— which was you within the context of what she was thinking .

after finishing up your business with the merchant and you’ve ended up buying four med sprays , green and red herbs and more ammunition with the limited amount of peseta ‘s that you’ve acquired throughout your time here on the island in spain and before reaching ashley at the church . you heard a door being opened upon his squeaky hinges and with that , you turned around and saw ashley peak her head inside of the town hall before disappearing inside , leon following her in suite as he didn’t want her to leave your or his ’ eyesight . after seeing him disappear within the confines of the town hall building , you turn your head to look at the merchant and he returned the gesture with his impassive stare because all you could see under the dark hood was his dark shadowed eyes .

“ curious ones , ‘eh ? ” he quipped .

you rolled your eyes to the side playfully before bidding him goodbye as you notice a typewriter on the table right next to you and you began to type into it , hearing the satisfying clacking sound and after typing into it . you walk off and enter in the town hall building , taking a good glimpse of your surroundings as a large wooden table that was covered in a plethora of numerous things like unscented melted wax candles that weren’t lit , two to three human skulls that laid atop downwards , a long piece of paper that showed resemblance of a map that was laid underneath but due to its age — it was rendered useless for now unless there happened to be ink cartridges nearby so you can rewrite the locations on the map .

upon seeing a treasure chest that was sitting atop of one of the tables that stood idly in front of the wall , you hummed to yourself before noticing that there was a lock on the chest — you look around for the key until you see a makeshift lock pick that was resting on the wooden table in front of you . picking it up and moving over to the chest , kneeling down so you can lock pick it just to see whatever was inside so you can use that to sell it to the merchant — or maybe inlay gemstones to double and heighten the price on the artifact you’ll find within the chest . while you were occupied with lock picking the chest , leon walked around the table and went down the hallway of the town hall, seeing an array of items and hanging paintings with victorian era-esque styled paintings that were starting to collect dust .

upon looking outside of the town hall ‘s front door and seeing the rain getting worse , leon ‘s eyebrows knitted together slightly as he watched the rain and the wind mix together and blow in one single direction , making the trees within the distance shake and sway in the same direction the wind is blowing and leon took a look on his left to see a villager that was welding a torch that didn’t have any flame to it due to the rain before he closed the door of the town hall and returned to the main room where you and ashley were currently taking shelter in for right now until the weather cleared up . walking back near you , he looked down to see you getting back up and opening the chest and taking out a rusted gold bangle that needed to be inlayed with gemstones .

pocketing it , you turned around to see leon behind you and only a few feet away as he was leaning against the table , ashley however seemed to be in her own world as she was taking glimpses of the paintings upon the wall and admiring their beauty . back at home , ashley had a little thing for admiring art pieces , she didn’t want to seem the type of being like the stereotypical rich girl who’d flaunt her riches because she uses daddy’s money to get whatever she wants but in reality — whenever she gets the chance whenever she’s not busy with meetings with her father because she was his only daughter , she’d go to art museums and art shops to admire their work because growing up , ashley was interested in arts once she learned about it in school about the renaissance paintings . as a child who loved the arts , ashley wasn’t really seemed like the type to enjoy art pieces or going to museums from the people she grew up and around with have speculated that she’d more so be interested in more subjects like shopping or anything else because they saw her as a girly girl instead .

“ hunnigan was right about the weather . “ leon spoke to you , “ i think we might need to bunk down for the night in the building until the weather passes off . ” he spoke , arms folding over his navy blue tee shirt and he eyed you . you looked back at him with a sigh out of annoyance before rubbing and massaging your temples as to ease whatever tension you had on your mind . “ out of all the places— we have to choose here . ” you sarcastically remarked while mimicking leon ‘s crossed arm stance . “ but fine , i’ll take the overnight shift and you can get some rest , leon . ” you spoke , patting his already tense shoulder and before leaving it and looking up at him . seeing the slowly developing eyebags underneath his icy blue eyes and he looked at your hand before averting his gaze over to you , lips turned into a straight line and he just stared at you simply . not knowing what to say because he also knew himself that he deserved some rest because of the grueling missions and secret military training that nearly killed him in the process — all to become a federal agent which he didn’t have a choice to become .

leon ‘s eyes that once held emotions now became slightly dull in color and he just kept his gaze on you , not knowing what to say because he wasn’t too used to giving a break . you knew that he wasn’t too fond of taking a break instead he just sighed softly , “ i’ll be fine . ” he spoke his trademark one liners but you weren’t having it . “ leon , i see your slowly developing eyebags underneath your eyes . you need the rest , end of discussion . ” you spoke to him and used your best stern voice and he just stared at you , your eyebrows furrowing to add in extra detail that you were serious because you cared about leon ‘s wellbeing .

he eventually gave in and sighed softly , . “ well , even if i wanted to get rest , there’s not really comfy anything around here . ” he remarked , hands going to his sides as he brushed off your hand that was sticking on his shoulder and he looked in a corner that just so happened to have an array of blankets and old pillows that were mixed with age . leon sighed before walking over and grabbing the blankets and pillows that just so happened to be in a random corner , sitting juxtaposed in the town hall as the rain and wind continue to get more harsher as the night progressed .

you just so happened to be awake and on alert if any ganados came in to drop by and see if you three were inside — fortunately , nobody came by but ashley was having trouble sleeping because of how hard the wooden floors were and she kept tossing and turning . this doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you looked at the ground before leaning down and pressed your palm against it , your fingers splayed across to feel at how uncomfortable it truly was and you bring your head up to see that ashley was continuously tossing and turning uncomfortably or at least trying to make attempts at to be comfortable . they kept their gaze upon her sleeping body and they placed their hands on their hips before sighing softly and they unbuckled their utility belt and placing their harnesses that were wrapped around your body and placed it on the large but elegant designed dining table that had intricate designs on the legs and the supports underneath .

you walked over to where ashley and leon were currently sleeping as leon was using another spare blanket to use as a makeshift comforter even though it just offered a poor amount . they knelt down and got in between them , laying awkwardly and making sure to get comfortable as you brought over a spare pillow that craned underneath your neck and head as you look over to ashley who was still grunting and whining in her sleep . they just stared at her for a moment before sighing and grabbing your arms and pulling her on top of you , her once tossing and turning uncomfortably was now reduced greatly and she leaned into your touch , the blanket that was draped across her was now draped across over both of you as you wrapped your arms around her and she craned her head into the crevice of your neck , her breath tickling against your neck as you brought your hand to the back of her head and gently caressed her golden blonde locks . flickers of candle light were shining on her blonde strands and she started to sleep comfortably on top of you and her chest rising up and down against yours , ashley stirred awake slowly and she noticed instantly that she was on top of you but she didn’t do anything because she was tired and she turned her icy blue orbs to look into your colored orbs and she mustered a small smile .

“ thank you .. it was uncomfortable on the ground . ” she spoke softly , still half asleep and she leaned into your very touch . if she was a cat , she would’ve been purring right now because of your gentle touch caressing the back of her head . they gave a lopsided half small smile and pressed a gentle platonic forehead kiss to her head and in response , ashley ‘s cheeks flushed because even though she didn’t know much about you , she thought of it as a sweet and welcoming gesture and she welcomed it with her head nuzzling into the crook of their neck and she gripped the soft fabric of their shirt underneath the blanket gently and slowly went back to sleep . ashley was always quick to sleeping but it didn’t phase her in the slightest as you leaned your head against the pillow and they slowly closed their eyes and eventually went to sleep regardless of the uncomfortable flooring underneath you three .

it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with ashley in your arms and head into the crevice of your neck , it seemed like an intimate gesture but it was purely platonic unless you count the head kiss given to ashley by you then yes , it was intimate slightly but you’ll worry about that in the morning when you three are awake and ready to move off from the island .

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so for the reader’s outfit , i’ve based it off a

picture off pinterest just to give a clear view as to

what the reader wore in this fanfic ! <3

here is the outfit ! <3

for the outfit , it is the one on the left but

replace the high heeled boots with combat boots <3

i do apologize if it’s short ! ill write more longer

fics for ashley soon ! <3

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— writing pattern game

thanks to @kaleldobrev and @zepskies for tagging me, it gives me something fun to do as a break between studying for exams :'( here's the link to zepskies and kaleldobrev!

FIRST LINES :

standing next you [dean winchester x fem!reader]

There was nothing to hold onto above the pale, green car she was laid over.

scream (you make me feel like it's halloween) [dean winchester x fem!reader]

The Bunker was chilly this Halloween night, and for the first time in years, Y/n and the Winchesters weren’t tangled up in a hunt.

where is my mind? [dean winchester x fem!reader]

“How’s your new boyfriend?” Y/N asked, thumbing the spinning shark head on her blue pen as she stared at a newspaper.

a proclamation [dean winchester x fem!reader]

Dean chewed on his lip as he gazed at Y/N.

bro, ashley's here [dean winchester x fem!reader]

Dean looked at Wanda and Mavis lovingly.

the body [boaz priestly x fem!reader]

Priestly stepped into Y/N’s room, standing in the doorway like a toddler who had thrown up on themselves, waiting for her to look up at him.

city grown willow [dean winchester x fem!reader]

Y/N chuckled softly at her colleague Dylan.

wonderwall [beau arlen x fem!reader]

Beau grunted softly against Y/N’s lips, his fingers digging into her hips the harder she ground against him.

any way that you want me [boaz priestly x fem!reader]

“So you’re just not gonna move?” He asked, lifting his hips off the couch and lowering his pants.

giants in the ocean [jensen ackles x fem!reader]

Jensen cleared his throat loudly from where he stood at the closet, trying to get his girlfriend's attention who was applying makeup as a part of her costume.

PATTERN :

Looks like I just dive on in, straight to the point headfirst when I write, lol. It might be that I'm impatient and just wanna get to the point of what I want to demonstrate or what I want to happen, starting off with someone doing something, like gazing and waiting. Nice to know...

No Pressure Tags :

@syrma-sensei @k-slla @impala-dreamer @jawritter @deanwithscissors @eevvvaa @pink-sparkly-witch

[rosesfanfiction]

Nightmares (Sally Face)

sal fisher x reader

It had been a quite night so far, you had just got home from hanging out with your boyfriend, sal.

You had gotten together about 2 month prior and have been inseparable ever since. If it was to play video games, hang out with the gang or even go ghost hunting, the 2 of you were never seen apart. And you were all for it.

But at the moment you were at home, in your apartment, tired from the long day.

It was the middle of the night, and you had just gotten comfy in your queen sized bed, ready to close your eyes and drift into a dreamless sleep. and that's exactly what would have happened if you didnt hear a knocking on your bedroom window. at first you had thought it was just the wind or some shit like that, but then you heard your name being called in a whisper type tone.

After turning on your lamp you look over to your window, curious as to who's waking you up at such an hour.

"sal" you whisper, your boyfriend, messy hair and all was knocking at your window. You quickly get up and open the window. And sal stumbles into your room.

"What the fuck are you doing here" you ask, moving back to your bed and sitting down. when he didnt answer you pat the spot next to you, silently asking him to sit beside you. When he did he immediately hugged you, that's when you noticed he was crying.

"hey... what's wrong, did something happen?" you got nothing but silence in return so you slowly turned around so that you were laying down with him in your arms, his head resting on your chest. you hadn't noticed until now, that he wasn't wearing his mask.

After being in said position for a good 20 minutes, he finally lifted his head to look at you. You tilt your head and wipe away the tears near his eyes.

"do you want to talk about it baby blue" you asked him using his nickname you gave him In the first week of dating.

"stupid fucking nightmares again" he said in a bit of a whisper "I'm sorry to bother, I didnt know where else to go" he continued laying his head back onto your chest (his pillows as he calls them)

"Your not a bother blue, you will never be a bother" you reassure him while slowly drifting into sleep. although the night didnt end like you had thought, you wouldn't have in any other way.

Hope you enjoyed, look out for more content over the next 5 month.

Lots of love - rose

[whatsupsonnyboy]

adore you || Joseph Quinn

pairing: Joseph Quinn x actress!reader

SUMMARY: you and Joe started dating some time ago, but you have decided to keep it low-key. You two are doing quite well but Variety decided it was a nice idea to put the two of you together not only in his next cover but to shoot an Actors on Actors, since you two are promising stars.

wc: 2.2K

warnings: fluff, Joe being absolutely adorable, overthinking (a little bit)

a/n: based on this request, I gotta admit that I’m not a Bridgerton fan so I had to do a little research, so sorry in advance for mistakes or nonsense! Also, I used Kate Sharma as the character portrayed by you, but there aren’t any mentions of Simone Ashley.

                               request still open! :) | mlist

“You’re nervous… aren’t you?” you heard his voice from the back of your head. When you didn’t say a thing, he got closer and hugged you tightly. When he spoke again you could feel his breathy and raspy morning voice tickling on your neck. “It’s going to be alright, I promise” he said and planted little pecks in the crock of your neck.

“Hmm” was the only thing that you managed to get out and he squeezed you even tighter, inevitably making you smile, God how much you loved him.

It’d only been a few weeks since you two started dating, a couple of months since you met, but Joe could read you as an expert cartographer, he never failed to surprise you with how amazingly well he had got to know you in such a little amount of time.

“Shall I pinky promise, my lady” he joked and your heart melt because his witty sense of humor never kept you from warming your heart.

Instead of saying a word you just turned around so you could face him, you stared at his beautiful brown eyes for a while before sealing your lips with kiss.

“I really hope you’re right” you whispered.

You wanted to believe Joe, you really did but overthinking would hunt you constantly even if you didn’t want it to. What if they noticed? What if you said too much? Or maybe you’d paralyze and not a world would come out of your mouth? What if none of you were the brilliant actors critics had claimed you were*?

His name and yours had been pretty much the only thing magazines, articles, talk shows, brands would talk about for the past months, since the latest Stranger Things and Bridgerton seasons had aired. Of course you were happy, not happy… you were delighted. But fame could be a devil in disguise. That had been the main reason you and Joe had agreed to keep your relationship under cover. All the attention, the red carpets, the never ending press was new for both of you so maintaining your dating status as a secret seemed perfect, at least for a while.

So when your agent, Claire, told you that Variety had made a call and that they wanted you in Actor on Actors you had got pretty excited, just to get anxious the second later, when Claire had explained you that the other actor would be Joseph Quinn. You had tried to play it cool, Claire assuring you as well as Joe that everything would be fine. “It was just an interview” they had both said and a photoshoot, not a big deal.

Not a big deal if you weren’t so in love with the man, how could you praise his work and ask shit without giving yourself away. You wanted it to go alright and the only thing that easy your thoughts and your nerves was the fact that he was going to be there, if Joe was by your side, it didn’t really matter how it ended up because you would be together.

You kissed Joe goodbye before leaving his apartment, rushing to yours to get a shower and get changed before Claire would appear to drive you to the Variety location. She assured you a couple of times that everything was going to be alright on your way to the set, you didn’t say a word, you were to busy trying to convince yourself about it.

-

You were sat on your dressing room, a lovely and chatty girl named Riley was busy with your make up after the stylish had made sure your hair was on point, the door opened. It was Nora, Joe’s agent.

“Just popping to say hi” she said gently. “Wow, you look beautiful”

“Thanks” you said shily. “I guess its’s all thanks to them” you joked referring to Riley and the guy who had done your hair, which name you couldn’t remember and had left a while ago.

“Well, there’s potential” Nora said. “Joe’s ready by the way” she let you know, and your excitement increased. You were dying to see him, you always loved the way they usually dress him up, you were sure he’ll look handsome as hell.

“Nice, I’m almost done here. I’ll let Vera know when we’re good to shoot” Claire said and she left the room with Nora “I’ll be back!”

You looked great, you felt great actually. Your anxiety had become to ease and you had started to feel more comfortable with all of it. At the end, you only ad to chat with your secret boyfriend about how an incredible job he had done on his last projects and accept compliments about yours. It should be easy peasy.

Claire came back to take you to the set, where Joe, Nora and Vera, the main Variety editor, were waiting. Vera started to explain the dynamic of the shooting, introduced you to the photographer and the camera technics but, not that you wanted to be rude, but you couldn’t help to stare at Joe from the corner of your eye. They had gone with a classic, all black. And just wow, despite that brown was his color without a doubt, he for sure knew how to pull that all black look. You could see his silver chains hanging around his neck, the black linen V-neck t-shirt letting them being seen and you loved it. His curls all slicked back as usual plus that little rebel lock that always refused to stay back… he was so dreamy. You had to admit.

“Well, so that’s pretty it, okay… just make it natural” Vera said looking directly at you, as if she had noticed you had been completely distracted while she had been talking.

“It won’t be a problem” Joe assured her and smiled widely. “It be fun” he stated and walked to the armchair that he had been indicated to sit on.

Claire squeezed your arm and whispered some cheerful words before leaving the set and you then walked to sit in front Joe.

“You okay?” he asked you in a really low voice, you had actually had to read his lips.

You didn’t say a thing, you just nodded and gave him a big smile. You were okay. All the nerves and anxious from the morning had seemed to volatilize. Being sat in front of him, a relaxed expression plastered on his face, leaning back on the sofa while he smiled fondly at you made you feel like anything else matter. You felt protected, sheltered.

“Okay, hey! we’re shooting in 3… 2… 1. We’re ready” Vera talked from the back of the cameras. She instructed the two of you again, just to remind you on what topics you were supposed to focus, and of course the most important thing, be natural.

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“So… I got to confess I loved Kate” Joseph started, “I loved you as Kate. It was simply brilliant, the way you managed to endorse the emotions… the duality between the need to protect his sister and the love for this man” you felt your cheeks turning bright red as you listened. “I- I feel like you really empathize with her, and that’s a really tricky thing to do when it comes to lies and betrayal… at least is what I see”

“Yeah, no I think you’re right” you replied, you weren’t really trying to look calmed, you were. Joe had that effect on you. “I think everyone loves a character that’s honest and kind and pure but also one that has her secrets and demons, and in this case Kate’s demons are well, that she had fell in love with the same man her sister had, which is kind of messed up if you think about it twice” Joe laughed ridiculously laugh, which made you join him “but, at the end it only happened because she wanted to protect her and I think that’s why people can connect with her, that’s how people humanize her because they see that she was acting selflessly but well… she found herself falling in love with this charming man”

“Yes, I guess that got a lot of people attached to the story, but let me say it’s also about you, and Jonathan of course” he did a little pause, as if he was looking for the right words “The way you put her on screen, it’s just perfect. The way you easily connect with Kate feelings, wow… just a beautiful the performance that you pulled out”.

You were fascinated by her words, it was like you could be sat there for hour listening to him praising your skills and your projects, your heart just got bigger and bigger with all the love.

“Well-” you sighed before keep going. “I guess you too know well what’s to be the new hot topic” you joked. “Even my little cousin is obsessed with Eddie Munson!” you exclaimed and Joe laughed only because he was fully aware that it was that way. “But, hey I do not blame her, who wouldn’t? I loved the arch; I loved the way you made him yours. I- well, I don’t exactly know how much it was scripted from the final cut…”

“Thanks” he replied warmly. “Well, Eddie is a pretty nice character to play, I’d say it’s the best I had done so far” he admitted but you of course already knew that, “he was brilliantly written by the brothers, but yeah I think there’s always something that’s yours in every character you portray… or at least I feel it like that” he laughed. “But of course, if there’s no clever writing, you’re lost. I- I got lucky with Eddie I guess, see the thing about him is that the Duffers had maybe a little different idea of him but during shooting, he came that way… it just happened” he explained with way more modesty than you think it was fair.

“And it’s amazing, I mean…” you wanted to listen carefully, so you looked him deep in his eyes, “you know, like there had been other characters but I- and it’s just not my opinion” you remarked “the impact that Eddie had… it’s just mind-blowing, I’d say it’s moving the way you have touched people’s lives and, that’s on you” the enormous smile on his face and the slight redness on his cheeks made your heart warm. “You did so much in such little time screen, you kind of stole the show” you laughed together this time.

“I assume you are familiar with the feeling!” he replied immediately and winked an eye, making you laugh even more.

When you two were done it seemed like you had been talking for hours, joking around fame and easily complimenting each other. You had maybe mentioned more than you should how enjoyable and well approached you had found his Enjolras, making Joe blush again and sigh deeply because you knew that one had been kind of a nightmare for him due to all the comparisons with the original character written by Victor Hugo and Aaron Tveit’s performance back in 2012.

You had found yourself smiling sheepishly at him while he praised you about the last show you had been in before Bridgerton. It didn’t really matter how self-conscious you had always felt about that specific role, Joe had the ability to make every word that came out of his mouth, sound like the truest thing you’d ever heard.

The photoshoot went even better, you had never imagined that  doing a session could be that phone, you were used to more formal stuff, but the editor had specifically asked you two to have fun, to be spontaneous. And that was nothing but easy wherever you were around Joe. He had an incredible ability to make you laugh and feel safe, so you were really pleased with the results. The photographer was too, praising the “magical connection” that you two radiated and, not that you were an expert in photography, but you somehow understood pretty well what he had mentioned about connection the moment you saw some of the best ones on his computer. Both of your smiles, the way he looked at you and the way you looked at him, it made your stomach flip. The idea of rumors spreading because of this crossed your mind for a second, but you didn’t really care. The pictures were wonderful, it would be totally worth it.

-

You were almost done with skincare when Joe appeared in the bathroom, he entered the room silently, but you could see him in the mirror. The sweetest of the smiles on his face.

“So, you think it’s moving the way I’ve touched people’s lives” he said in a playful way. But you look at him dead serious before you speak.  

“I do, I was not overpraising you” you said firmly.  “I really do Joe” you repeated and got closer to him. He cupped you face, caressing your soft and clean skin,

“You were, a little…” he whispered but you nodded your head.

“I wasn’t! I aint” you said still staring into his brown and big eyes. “I know it’s difficult for you to take it but… common, it is that way, people adore Eddie, people adore you baby, and not just because you’re stunning and helplessly good looking” the funny face he pulled, made you giggle, “but because of you. What you do, what you are”.

Joe looked at you with mesmerize, as if he was under your spell.  

“I love you” he mumbled before sealing your lips with his in a tender and caring kiss.

“I love you too Joe” you said against his mouth before kissing him again.

[chucksfavouriteprophet]

Healing

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a horrific experience at a bar, you blame yourself for letting your guard down and getting in the situation in the first place. As always, Dean is there to clean you up and help you get through it.

Warnings: Mention of physical and sexual assault (non-descriptive), swearing, hurt/comfort

Word count: 2,087

“You’ll call me when you’re on the way back, yeah?” you nibbled at your fingers as you knocked a stone around with your feet, phone clasped tight against your ear.

“Of course, sweetheart. We’ll probably be back before you even are, it’s a simple salt and burn. Now go have fun!” you smiled at the sound of Dean’s voice. He’d been trapped in the bunker for weeks now searching for cases. Since Jack had taken over up top things had been quiet, and you knew Dean was getting itchy. You were pleased the brothers finally had a job to keep them occupied.

As you hung up, you turned back and headed into the bar, giving a wave towards your friend sitting across the room. You hadn’t seen Ashley in ages and it was about time you had a good ‘ol girly catch up. Two hours later and your stomach hurt from laughing so much and your cheeks were flushed from the cocktails. Sure, you drank beer casually with the boys, but you’d let your hair down tonight. The band was good, the drinks were cheap, and the company was the best. But of course, you and Ashley weren’t in college anymore, and she had normal adult responsibilities. Once the clock hit 11, her phone buzzed.

“Ahh dammit Y/N, I gotta get back for the babysitter. But I’ve had the BEST time, we gotta do this more often girl!” you embraced her in a tight hug.

“You’re right, we really, really do. Give my love to Dan and the kids, yeah?” you squeezed her hand tight.

“You’ll be okay getting home?” she quizzed. You nodded happily. “Yeah, I’ll be all good to drive once I’ve had some chips and a soda. And I can always call Dean if I need to.” You gave her another hug before waving goodbye. Checking your phone, you were somewhat disappointed your boyfriend hadn’t called yet, but you supposed it was still quite early. You ordered a glass of coke and a bag of chips before settling back in your seat to watch the band finish up.

It wasn’t long before you were rudely interrupted. “Hey honey, you look a little lonely over here.” The man was short but stocky, very intoxicated and clearly in love with himself. He lent up against the table and winked at you. Gross.

“Actually, I was just about to head off. My nights over, man.” You smiled at him sympathetically before swinging your bag over your shoulder and standing up.

“Hey, c’mon now. Lemme buy you a drink.” He reached forward and grabbed your arm tight. Shrugging him off, you gave him a stern look. “I said I’m leaving, dude. Sorry.” Before he could say anything, you spun around and darted out the bar. Stupid man. You hunted monsters for a living - did he really think he could get one over on you?

Apparently, yes, he did. Just as you reached the car, you heard the crack of branches and froze. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath as you fingered your keys around to make claws between your knuckles. You knew you should never have left your gun in the car.

Before you knew it, you were pinned against the car, hand round your throat. The stubby little car key barely broke the skin on the hefty guy’s chest and only made him grip you tighter. The last thing you heard before your head thumped against the concrete was his squeaky, weedy laugh.

-

It was just after 12, but Dean knew you’d probably still be up. The last time he’d checked your phones location, you were on your way back from the bar so would probably just be getting home now. So he wasn’t concerned when you didn’t pick up.

“Doesn’t she always answer?” Sam questioned from where he sat shotgun. “Nah, she’ll be driving. She never answers when she’s driving but she’ll be glad to see I’ve called.” Dean tossed his phone over his shoulder onto the back seat.

“Maybe it’s about time you look a leaf out of her book, Dean. I mean, we hunt monsters for goodness sake. You really wanna go out for something so stupid as crashing the car because you were on the phone?”

Dean grinned at his brother. “Sammy, if it’s that simple, I’ll be honoured.”

-

You didn’t remember the drive home. You weren’t even sure how you’d got away, how you’d made it back to the car. But you had, and now you were home, back at the bunker. You stumbled down the stairs and towards your bedroom but failed to make it much further, collapsing against the wall. There were no tears yet - you were just numb. You felt stupid; how the hell had you let that happen? Why didn’t you protect yourself? He was a man, for gods sake. A normal, human, fucking man. Not a spirit, or a vampire, or a werewolf. Hell, you’d fought God, and Lucifer, and walked out in one piece. But no, it had to be a stupid human man that broke you.

-

Dean cut the engine and climbed out with a stretch before helping his brother grab the bags from the trunk. The first thing he did when he barged through the door was shout for his girl.

“Hey baby, you home? You better not be drunk outta your head cos I ain’t in the mood to be cleaning up your vomit tonight,” he smirked to himself as he ran down the stairs and chucked the bags on the table in the middle of the room. Sam was close behind him, dropping his load on the floor and continuing on towards the hall. As he rounded the corner he jumped at the sight of you curled up in the floor and chuckled.

“Damn Y/N, you scared the life out of me. Take it you had a good night?” he laughed as he walked towards you but quickly his expression changed as he drew closer. “Y/N? You alright?” concern spreading across his face, he crouched down in front of you. You head was between your knees, arms wrapped tight around your legs hugging them close.

Something was wrong. Your hair was tangled and streaked with mud. Your jeans were ripped - not in a cool, purposeful way like they’d been made like that, but in a violent, messy kinda tear. Sam reached forward, placing a hand softly on your shoulder. You shuddered, whimpering without even looking up.

“Dean…” Sam didn’t take his eyes off you as he beckoned to his brother. “DEAN!”

Your boyfriend strutted round the corner, gnawing at a twizzler. He didn’t waste a second running to your side once he saw the scene before him, sliding on his knees as he reached you.

“Hey, hey baby what’s wrong? What happened?” he frantically tried to pull your face up but you cried out in terror and pushed him away. The brothers looked at each other in horror. “Y/N, beautiful, it’s okay, it’s me, it’s Dean. I need you to tell me what’s wrong, yeah? Are you hurt, baby?” The sound of his voice pulled you out of your trance.

“Dean…” you croaked, slowly lifting your head and peering through your hair. Fresh tears ran down your cheeks as you glimpsed his face, creased with concern. “I’m here, baby.” He glanced at Sam, who nodded and slowly stood up to give you two some space. Dean shuffled round to sit beside you, wrapping his arms tightly round your shoulders and drawing you close. “What did this to you?” his voice shook.

You tightened your human ball and buried your face into Dean’s flannel. “Not what..who…” you were too afraid to even look up at him, feeling the anger tighten his body. “I was so stupid Dean…I should’ve been more alert I’m-I’m sorry…”

“Shhhh,” Dean stroked your hair and cursed at the ceiling. “You-you don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready, okay?” he could feel his body vibrating as his blood boiled. He had already planned out a million ways he was gonna kill the evil son of a bitch. You shook your head and lifted it up, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

“I let my guard down. He was flirting, I rejected him, he wasn’t happy. He - he grabbed me when I walked back to the lot…I was stupid, De, I-I left my gun in the car…” you stammered as you tried not to let the floodgate open again.

“Did he hurt you? Did he…you know…” Dean couldn’t even bring himself say it. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply.

“But it’s okay…” you couldn’t meet his eyes. “I managed to smash his head in with a rock…” Dean shot up, punching the wall with a livid fist. You jumped at the sudden movement and Sam came running out to see what was all the commotion. “Dean!” he shouted before lowering his voice at his error. “She scared Dean. C’mon.” His brother nodded. Sam was right. Now wasn’t the time to let his emotions get to him.

Crouching back at your side, Dean guided you up by the arm. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” He wrapped an arm round your waist as he led you to the bathroom. Placing you on the toilet seat, he started running the bath water, adding whatever random soaps and oils he could find to create a somewhat overwhelming, yet comforting, aroma. Then, he slowly peeled off your battered clothes, tears pricking his eyes as he glanced over the cuts and bruises littering your body. He stroked your hair as he brushed an antiseptic wipe over them, trying to comfort the stinging. Once tended to, he stepped back and started undressing himself. You couldn’t help but smile as he scooped you up, his warm chest pressed against yours, and lowered you into the bath.

The water was an immediate remedy. Your tight muscles started to unravel as you lay back against your boyfriend, welcoming his wandering hands as he lathered the soap over your body. You rolled your head back to rest on Dean’s collarbone, planting a kiss on his shoulder. God knows how long the pair of you sat in the water, but once Dean noticed the goosebumps rising on your arms he clambered out and wrapped you up in a towel. Carrying you bridal style, he headed straight for the bedroom you shared and perched you on the bed. Clothing wise, he wavered over your wardrobe, before opting for one of his oversized t-shirts and pants. He knew you had a habit of stealing them when you felt unwell and figured of all times, this situation called for a bit of comfort.

Folding you into the duvet, Dean looked down at you sadly. He felt like a failure, the very worst boyfriend in the world. How could he have let you get hurt, get assaulted by some fucked up creep? He was meant to look out for you, for gods sake.

“Dean,” you mumbled into the pillow. “Lie with me?” your puppy-dog eyes made his heart melt. “Of course, baby.” He crawled in behind you, snuggling in close and resting his chin against your shoulder. He felt your body relax beneath him as he traced his fingers up and down your arm, humming an old Led Zeppelin hook. Minutes later, your breathing steadied as you drifted into sleep. He stayed awake all night just watching you, gently kissing your cheek each time you stirred. There was no way he was ever gonna let you out of his sight again. You meant way too much to him to lose, and it hurt him to only just be realising it now.

“Thank you, Dean,” you breathed as you woke from a strangely dreamless sleep. He chuckled, but sobered up pretty quickly once he remembered why the two of you were in this situation in the first place.

“Y/N, I know I can never understand what you’ve been through tonight, but I swear to God, I will never, ever let anyone hurt you ever again. And whatever you need to get through this, I’m here. And so is Sam. I might fuck up sometimes - hell, most of the time - but I promise I’ll be here for you. I love you, Y/N.”

You rolled over in his arms to face him. “I love you too, Dean. And no matter what - I’m here for you, too.”