#jill valentine drabble

[gtgbabie0]

Could you do something with a more protective jill valentine? like she just gets super jealous at anyone looking at the reader 😯

-Jill Valentine x Reader

Synopsis: {Jill gets Jealous when her girl gets all the attention}

Hope this is okay lovely!! 💕

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If looks could kill let’s just say the entirety of this bar would be practically empty because Jill has done nothing but shot death glares at almost everyone who even tried to flirt their way into a conversation with you. It made her skin crawl with jealousy every time anyone got a little too close.

She hated feeling like this along with the guilt that pinches at her heart, she wants you to enjoy yourself but the way they look at you with their hungry eyes, and how their hands brush against your arms, it drives her insane because you’re hers.

Her hand rests on the top of your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly, “Are you okay?” You ask with the sweetest tone she’s ever heard and it practically melts her heart.

You lean into her, “Yeah I’m alright sweetie” She smiles pressing a kiss to your temple, her hand soothing against your thigh.

The night goes on and her hand doesn’t move as you continue your conversation, giggling whatever you’re talking about, not that Jill is listening far too distracted by the way the other person leans into you, their shoulder bumping into yours.

Jill lets out a sigh once the other person finally leaves to go 'get a drink', “Are you ready to go home yet?” You ask taking her hand from your thigh as you bring it up to your lips pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

She looks at you with an earnest smile, “Was ready a while ago, sweet girl” she mumbles and you smirk at the very obvious annoyance that stains her tone.

“You should have told me, baby, we could’ve left ages ago” You giggle, brushing back some of her hair behind her ear and she doesn’t hesitate to lean into you, peppering kisses against your jaw.

“Let’s go before that fucker comes back” she whispers her lips grazing against your ear and the feeling sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but chuckle sweetly at the hate in her tone.

Jill hated to admit it but she was jealous, she was so insanely jealous of this random person in the bar who was all up in your personal space and she doesn’t want to spend another second here watching as you both get wrapped up in another hour-long conversation.

“Okay,” you smile as she takes your hand guiding you out of the busy bar as quickly as possible to avoid your ‘new best friend’.

It was colder out as the night passed and Jill hands you her coat, her arm wrapped around your waist as you both walk through the empty moonlit streets together with shared laughter.

“Hey! Wait up I forgot to give you my number!” Jill doesn’t know if she wants to punch the person in the face or throw up at how they clearly didn’t understand that you were taken.

So without really thinking she stops, tugging you into her body with haste as she presses her lips against yours in a hungry kiss, it takes you back a little but you soon relax into the warm feeling, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss and as soon as you catch on to what she’s doing you can’t stop the smile that sprays across your lips breaking the kiss.

Her hands are still against either side of your face and you look over Jill’s shoulder watching as the person from the bar walks away, well more so stomps away, and you giggle as she pulls you back into a kiss.

“Someone’s a little jealous” you chuckle as she playfully scoffs at you, her hands still against your warm face.

“You’re mine” she whispers against your lips, “All fucking mine baby” she presses one final kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I’m all yours Jill” you smile, taking her hand as you continue to walk down the street, making your way back to your shared apartment.

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[a-thousand-lives-lost-for-peace]

A sharp blade, a feather on a wing, cosmic mettle in her very bones, taking flight upon a path of stars.

A raging wildfire, devouring anything in its way, mighty buildings crumbling into ash with its very drive.

A field of flowers, a sparrow alighting on a branch. A crow intertwined with brambles, thorns pricking into its very feet, yet the omen of death does not care when blood stains the ground, when it falls from barbed wire crafted by the simplest wood.

For Death does not mind, yet the sparrow looks on curiously, wondering why he does not move, why he allows the crimson to fall, to stain the white snow red with an exhale that would never be recovered, for it is but fleeting.

Her scythe had been blood of steel and blood of fire, of sparks and of gunpowder, of hands dripping with the evidence of crimes long since marked on guilt far too heavy to rid.

As an item of prosperity, of a simple farmer's tool, turned into a sign of that which held the power to rend breath in two and cleave soul from stone, so were hands hardened with horrors that should never be, hands that once helped another off the ground lowering another to the floor with a river of crimson.

As a scythe sought to twist breath from lungs, bone from heart, she had sought to tear the stars from the heavens, to be a wildfire that would scorch the soil underneath her boots.

As a spark caught on a bundled up piece of paper, so unholy fire would alight on the parchment of the stars, tearing them down with a fury equal to none because none hurt like she had hurt, and there was this part of her that craved to make someone hurt the way she had these past few years, staved off only by the ice of resolve, though even that was waning.

Nobody would bleed enough to fulfill her vision of justice, the blood that had already been spilled filled rivers, glaciers, oceans of what it was like to be alive and then not, yet her breath shook and her hands trembled and oh how she wished that the stars did not mock her.

[jinnxedy]

gf Jill

I barely see any Jill content, so why not. I love this woman so much, you don't get it. Anyway, here are some headcannons :)

⭑ She loves when you're gentle with her. Soft touches and caresses are definitely her thing.

⭑ Overprotective lover. Not in a toxic way, she's just extra careful with you, Jill would hate to lose you.

⭑ You're her safe place, she's not afraid to open up or lean on you.

⭑ The only person that's allowed to touch her hair is you, no questions asked.

⭑ Speaking of hair, Jill lets you dye and cut it whenever she feels like it.

⭑ Loves when you play with her hair at night, especially after a really bad nightmare.

⭑ The feeling of your fingers running through her hair puts her to sleep in a matter of seconds.

⭑ This girl trusts you more than anything.

⭑ You're her top priority, nothing comes before you.

⭑ Would match jewelry with you, like bracelets or something, that would be so cute actually.

⭑ Loves kissing you, but it would be more of a private matter.

⭑ She's not big on PDA, but some handholding, a hand on your back or back pocket would be enough for her. She just needs some reassurance that you're still there without making it too extra.

⭑ Neck kisses are her favorite. Loves receiving them, but she adores giving them to you.

⭑ Jill is scared of hurting you in any way, so always expect soft and tender touches from her side.

⭑ She's more of a dog person. If i'm not mistaken, Jill had dog pictures laying around in her apartment in re3, so I could say with certain confidence that you two would own a dog or two.

⭑ I feel that it would be so cute if you two did your skincare together and everything.

⭑ She would appreciate the times you two just sit together in silence and enjoy your presence, it's so precious to her.

I need her, I'm not sane.

[leqonsluv3r]

naughty or nice?

re2 leon!kennedy x fem!reader

— a oneshot

(an: merry Christmas my lovelies, hope you enjoy this oneshot. it’s not proofread but i did my best. hope you enjoy <3 )

warnings: MDNI, 18+, established relationship, fluff, reader is female (she/her) pronouns used, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up), oral (f receiving), softdom!leon, sub!reader, and anything else i forgot to mention my lovelies.

“rubber boots, the red fleece, her mind wanders. what is he doing? why is…oh? santa has come to visit, in her mind she knows better. her breathing evens out as she realizes that santa is…muscular. igniting a fire within her body as she moves forward, lightly skating her nails down his back.”

— or leon dresses up as santa to deliver reader a very special present

she had no clue what she was going to do. she had forgotten to grab the key to the closet where she had stored her boyfriends gifts. she quickly realized that he wasn’t in bed either, which wasn’t uncommon.

leon liked his late night shows just as much as he loved you, so who was she to disturb such a fragile part of his routine. she crawled to the bedroom door of their bedroom, peeking out.

she grabbed the key from her purse and went to creep down the stairs, she didn’t hear the tv playing. which was weird. when leon watched tv it was playing soft enough. she shrugged and didn’t think much of it.

she moved her feet to the door of the closet down the hallway, going to open it with a small creak sound. she winced and hoped that he hadn’t heard that. praying that maybe he had drifted off in his sleep whilst watching tv like he usually did.

she goes in and turns on the light, grabbing the neatly wrapped gift boxes that contained leon’s presence, she gathered a couple into her arms and snuck them down the hallway, pausing when she saw…

rubber boots? what the…

she paused and took in the form that was bringing gifts out of a gift bag and setting them meticulously and carefully under the tree. red satin and black rubber boots. since when did santa have such a muscular back? she thinks to herself.

but the sleep that clouded her mind as she comes forward and looks at her boyfriend who hadn’t noticed her yet, dressed up in a santa costume. he was hand delivering her presents under the tree. seemed like you both had the same idea.

“santa come early this year? or is this just some kink i don’t know about?” she asks, laughing at the way his frame paused and turned around to face her, his cheeks heating up. she kept his gifts hugged to her chest.

“you weren’t supposed to see this…” he starts to say with a blush on his cheeks and a small gesture to the santa costume and the presents that were going under the tree. “i still had it from work.” he pauses, trying to figure out how to explain this without embarrassing himself further.

of course, he was a cop. a rookie at that. of course he got looped into dressing up as santa this year for the christmas party at the station. it all made sense now. she chuckled, bringing the boxes and putting his neatly wrapped gifts under the tree.

“hot.” she chuckles as she looks up at him as she bent over the tree skirt, shoving neatly wrapped gifts for himself under it. “hot?” he blinks in confusion as he looks at the santa costume on his body, then at him.

“do you have some kink i don’t know about?” he repeats with furrowed brows as he looks down at her. she got off the floor, staring up at him. now it was her turn for her cheeks to flush red and for her body to freeze.

“no, god.” she says with a snort, shaking her head. she looks at the costume again, then at his handsome yet sweet face. “you just make a good santa…a really good one.” she says with a small baited breath. she looks back at the tree, hoping that in the dim light of the room he can’t see the way he cheeks flush red.

he smirks a little with a small brow raise, scanning her face. he had been with her too long to know how she operated. he knew she was turned on. it wasn’t a surprise either.

“i knew you liked the police uniform, but the santa one?” he chuckles with a low tone as he steps toward her, rubber boots on the hardwood floors. “didn’t know you’d get all hot and bothered over this.”

she swallows; he can read me like a book, she thinks to herself. damning it that he can see through her like glass. it’s almost irritating and impressive at the same time.

he’s so close to her now that she can feel his body heat, making her react in a way that’s almost primal. she doesn’t know what it is about the santa costume, she wants to tear it off him and sit on his lap at the same time.

it’s making her crazy.

“shut up.” she mumbles as her cheeks flush red, lightly shoving his arm. she glares daggers at him. “i hate you.” she hisses in embarrassment, knowing exactly what he’s doing to her by teasing her in the santa costume.

he shakes his head and points a finger at her, a mischievous grin growing on his angelic features. “have you been naughty or nice?” he says in a low voice.

jesus christ. if she wasn’t wet before, she certainly is now. she feels her cheeks get redder, her lips parting only a little and her eyes widening. “shut up.” she hisses in a shaky voice, trying to fight the embarrassment.

“that’s no way to speak to santa,” he retorts with a teasing look in his blue eyes, waggling a finger at her as he pulls her close to him. the air slipping from her lungs and rendering her speechless as he does that. “leon…” she says in almost a soft whine.

“what? oh? are you getting all hot and bothered by santa?” he teases with a grin on his face, his voice dropping an octave. his hands holding onto her hips firmly as he drops his face to her ear. “i think you need to tell santa what it is you really want for christmas.” he chuckles as he nibbles at her ear.

she shivers and feels her want pool more in her panties, practically drenching the fabric useless beneath her pajama pants. “i don’t wanna.” she says in a shaky whisper, licking at her chapped lips.

he lets his hand slide to her ass, cupping it in his large hand and squeezing it. a small gasp emitting from her lips. “tell me, or i’ll put you on the naughty list.” he nibbles on her ear again, making her body react.

she knows she’s going to have to tell him, even if it’s painfully obvious for him to know. he knows all her mannerisms by now. when she’s happy, when she’s sad. and most importantly when she’s horny.

“i want you to fuck me.” she whispers softly as he massages and holds her ass in his large hand. she can’t move away from him, not that she’d want to anyways. she doesn’t mind being this close to him. having his hands on her ass in a hold that is so dominating it makes her underwear soaked.

he chuckles lowly and presses a kiss below her ear on her jaw, “mmm, okay. santa can give you that.” he says with a tinge of amusement in his voice. “be a good girl and go over on the couch and take off your pajamas for me.” he says with a small kiss to her cheek, patting her ass reassuringly.

she grins shyly, going over to the couch away from him. she strips off her pj bottoms and then her shirt. leaving her top half bare and her bottom half covered in the underwear that were definitely ruined by now.

“jesus, baby.” he says as she walks over to her, resting his large hands on her bare hips. leon’s eyes traveling over her bare breasts and her smooth and soft stomach. “your so beautiful.” he whispers softly, marveling her in a way that no man has before. she smiles in a way that is so full of love for the man before her.

even if he’s dressed like santa.

“sit down for me and spread your legs on the couch, santa’s gonna give you an early christmas present.” he says with a smirk. she nods and sits down on the couch, her back against the cushions as she spreads her panty clad legs wide. he looks over her, slipping off the black boots and the hat to the santa costume in a haste.

she chuckles a little at his urgency, as if he hadn’t eaten her out a million times before. he almost trips and quickly regains himself as he gets on the floor in between her legs, just the jacket and pants to the santa costume on.

“mmm, been hungry all day. and not for food.” he says with a smirk and a glint in his eyes. his large hands traveling up her soft thighs, caressing them in a caring gesture. his blue eyes tracing your body like a pencil outline.

she felt herself take a breath at his words, her lips parting again as he grabbed the hem of her underwear, pulling them down over her legs and onto the floor by their discarded items of clothing.

“so wet for me. fuck.” he says in a soft rasp as he lifts her legs over his broad shoulders and running his fingers over her inner thighs, close to where she really wants him. “leon…” she whines softly in protest. her chest heaving, so worked out that she feels like she could burst if he didn’t do something soon.

“it’s okay, baby. since it’s christmas soon, no teasing. i promise.” he says with a small grin, licking his lips. he felt his cock throb in his pants at the sight of her glistening center before him. all wet and ready for him.

he starts pressing kisses to her thighs and letting his lips press to her inner thighs, trailing and making some marks with his lips there. she whines and lets a hand drift to his dirty blonde hair, gently running her fingers through it.

he lets out a small growl of arousal as he presses a kiss to right above her slit, burying his nose into her slit and inhaling. “smells so sweet honey, all dripping and wet for me. fuck.” he whispers lowly. her chest rising and falling in tandem as she holds onto his hair in a tight but soft grip.

she lets out a small moan as he finally kisses her clit, making her body shake a little. he starts licking at it in small circles with his tongue, her head falling back against the couch, reaching a hand up to palm her breast.

he moves his mouth down, holding his large hands to prevent her from bucking up as he feasts on her cunt. “oh so good, could eat you forever baby.” he says in a hoarse voice before sticking his tongue into her hole, starting to tongue fuck her.

she grips his hair tighter and moans lewdly, letting it echo off the walls of the living room, she looks down at him as he tongue fucks her, meeting his blue eyes that stare right into her soul.

“god…fuck…” she moans breathlessly as she watches him eat her and tongue fuck her dripping hole. it becomes to much for her and she feels like her body will burst into flames. her head falls back and she releases more moans of pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut.

“keep moaning for me, sweet girl. i wanna hear you when you cum all over my face.” he growls as he sucks on her clit again, squeezing her hips with his rough hands. one of his hands leaving her hips to start fingering her while he licked at her clit. he sticks in two fingers and starts curling him inside her, devouring her clit like a man starved.

“cum…cuming…” she babbled as she arched her back off of the couch. the mixture of his tongue sucking and licking at her clit, his fingers curling and hitting that spot inside of her was enough to drive her over the edge. feeling it wash over her as she cums all over his mouth and fingers, moaning loud enough that it echoed off of the living room walls.

she feels it wash over her in relief and delight, her chest rising and falling as he worked her through it. lapping up at her release and removing his fingers from her. he presses a kiss to her overstimulated center before looking up at her.

her breath catches as she regains control of her breathing, his chin drenched in her release. he catches his breath too as if he didn’t just make her cum. he brings his drenched fingers up to her lips. “clean up your mess, baby.” he says in a low chuckle. she opens her mouth and sucks her release off of his fingers.

she sucks on them while she makes eye contact with him, knowing exactly what she’s doing. his blue eyes were blown his irises wide with lust. “jesus…you’re on the naughty list for sure.” he says as he licks his lips and withdraws his fingers from her mouth, his cock twitching in his boxers.

she smirks with a giggle, “my bad. sorry.” she says in a teasing voice, making big innocent eyes at him. he shakes his head, “no your not. i can tell when your lying to me baby.” he says with a smirk. he stands up to his full height, pulling off the pants to the santa costume and undoing the buckle on his santa costume so it falls open to reveal his chest. “so be a good girl and lay down on the couch.” he says.

and of course, she’s not going to say no. she moves herself to lean back on the couch, her head propped on the couch pillow as she moves backwards. she observes the wet spot in his boxers where his erection sits, licking her lips. he catches her staring and puts his hand underneath her chin, gently bringing her eyes up to his face. “my eyes are up here, sweetheart.” he whispers softly, a grin on his face at him catching you ogling his erection in his boxers.

“sorry.” she swallows as she looks at him. he shakes his head, an amused sound leaving his mouth. “mmm, yeah, your not. everytime i bring my dick out you practically go dumb.” he says with a small caress of her jaw, then moving his hand away to crawl in between her legs on the couch, leaning over her body.

he wasn’t wrong, not when she could barely think when any form of his cock was out. covered or not.

his covered erection pressed into her bare folds, causing her to gasp and grasp at his shoulders. “i think you need to get fucked baby. hmm?” he says with a low chuckle as he presses his lips to her neck, one of his hands going up to her breast and kneading it. his thumb rubbing over her nipple, causing you to moan softly. “i think you do.” he whispers against her skin, his lips traveling lower to her collarbone.

his body is slotted so perfectly between hers on the couch, caging her in an innocent but safe way. she felt so aroused as his lips travel down to her breast, sucking it into her mouth and swirling his tongue around it. his fingers still playing with the other one, “leon…please, please…fuck..” she moans in small pants as her chest arches more into his mouth.

he bites lightly on her nipple causing her to whine, “don’t rush me.” he says in a low voice, her heels coming up to wrap around his hips in protest.

so much for not teasing, she thinks to herself.

he keeps licking and soothing her nipples, the place he bit on her nipple with small kisses. he then switches and licks on the other one, his hand working on her other tit. she moans louder and arches her back into his mouth again, a hand going into his hair.

eventually he finishes licking at her breasts, obviously keen on taking his time. he then leans up to her face, pressing a small kiss to her lips. “you ready for your present baby?” he whispers with a small smirk against her lips. she just nods rapidly, she was falling apart and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

“please.” she whines softly as she looks up at him, her eyes round and begging. he smirks and pulls his boxers down with one hand to let his hard cock spring free. “mmm, you see what you do to me?” he says with a gentle caress of her chin, making her look down in between to see his raw and throbbing erection.

she nods dumbly as if she wasn’t the one that caused it, practically drooling as she looks at his cock. noticing the small smear of precum on the head. she tries to reach in between them to grab it but he’s faster, grabbing her hand and pulling it over her head, effectively pinning her wrists against the couch.

“no, sweetheart. sorry. but i wanna cum inside of you and if you start touching on me. i won’t.” he explains with a small quirk of his lips at her, his voice low. his hand holds her wrists in place as he leans down and presses a small kiss to her jaw, his hand gripping his erection and rubbing the head through her folds, causing her to moan loudly. “leon…”

“don’t worry baby, i got you.” he says in a soft but dominant tone, letting his hand guide the head of his cock into her waiting and dripping hole. she whimpers softly, her eyes screwing shut as he moves his hips more, sliding all the way in to a hilt.

she always felt so full of him, his cock always splitting her in half in the most delicious way. it would leave her achy until the next morning so that she could remember him fucking her into oblivion.

“taking it all, sweet girl. doing so well.” he praises as he slowly pulls out and then goes back in, setting a steady pace as he keeps her wrists pinned to the couch above her head. skin slapping together echos in the living room as he fucks her in a steady but sweet pace, making her brain go dumb.

“feels good?” he whispers into her ear huskily, voice dripping with arousal. she nods intensely as he keeps fucking her at a steady but fast pace. his cock nudging at her cervix. “harder, please.” she begs in a small voice, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure, a small pathetic moan leaving her pink lips.

“your wish is my command, baby.” he chuckles lowly in her ear as he leans back, pulling his hand away from her wrists. he leans back on his haunches, grabbing her legs and putting her ankles on his shoulders, pressing her thighs to her bare chest. this angle was making her mouth dry as he puts a hand on either side of her head: bracing himself.

with no warning he starts pounding into her like a jackhammer, not even caring how much noise they were making. they were both so lost in the heat of the moment, they’d probably get a noise complaint but neither of them cared one bit. “so tight…always so fucking tight for me.” he says in a groan as his brows furrow, his hips never faltering.

she arches her back a little at his insistent pounding into her pussy, her body aching but pleasure replacing it as she nears her peak, at this angle he was perfectly hitting her cervix. “leon…just like that…” she moans lewdly as her head falls back into the couch pillow, her hair getting messed up against it and not even caring in the moment.

“taking me so well. such a good girl.” he groans as he nears his climax, continuing to pound into her with fevor. she nods incoherently as she tried to breath but his dick was fucking the air right out of her lungs at a punishing pace.

“you close? want me to cum in that pretty pussy?” he says in a low voice as he reaches down, cupping her breast in one hand, flicking his thumb over her nipple. “please.” she whines softly as she feels herself reaching that blissful place of no return.

“mmm, good girl.” he says in a small growl as he pounds into her a little sloppier as he tries to chase his orgasm, pressing a tender kiss to her ankle that’s on his shoulder. she holds onto him tightly as she feels herself growing hot, her body shaking.

he knew she was close, after a long time of having sex with her. he knows all the most intricate parts of her like a machine. he knows where she wants to be touched, what positions she likes…all of it.

she feels her pussy start to clench around his dick as she moans loudly, letting it echo throughout the living room yet again. “give it to me baby, cum for me.”

at his words and a couple more thrusts, she feels herself drench his cock, letting herself clench around him. he lets out a groan at his cock getting suffocated by her walls as she releases. feeling her cum drip and surround his cock, it gives him all the power he needs. he grips her ankles and thrusts into her a couple more times.

he then cums inside of her, his cock spurting hot sticky release into her fertile body. she whimpers at this, her body still put in the mating press as he finally cums into her. she breathes raggedly and lazily looks up at him.

“you like your christmas present?” he says with a lazy smirk, pushing some of his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes, some of it sticking to his sweaty forehead. he’s still inside her but massages her ankles as he looks down at her post-sex body. she smirks, lazily opening her eyes and nodding, “oh absolutely.”

“best christmas present ever.” she murmurs with a warm smile. he lets her thighs go, leaning down to kiss her as he pulls out of her. massaging her inner thighs in a comforting gesture as he holds her close, his body towering hers. “i’m glad you think so.” he says sweetly as he presses a kiss to her sweaty cheek.

“just wait until you see your actual present.” he says with a small chuckle as he leans up over her, reaching a hand to push some hair back from her forehead. “your going to lose it.” he smiles at her in a way that makes butterflies erupt in her stomach.

and somehow, she loves having him. he’s better then any present, under any tree, anywhere. she got lucky and she knows that every single day.

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Wesker: Redfield, our instruments measured that you were driving 100 mph in one of STARS jeeps.

Chris: sorry captain, but the speed limit does not apply when the free bird solo comes on.

@rebelwithoutaclock Coming up! To read the other STARS shenanigans drabbles, here they are 1, 2, 3,

"Alright everyone, gather around. Let's make this mid-week huddle a quick one," Wesker hollered, gesturing with his right hand for everyone in the STARs unit to come into the meeting room.

He took off his shades, rubbing his eyes while mentally bracing himself. Between his nefarious obligations to Umbrella and trying to run a police department, he could feel the exhaustion creeping in. A wave of regret pooled in the back of his subconscious, wishing he had the foresight years ago to not work two jobs. Alas, he made his bed and had to lie in it. That didn't mean he didn't have an intrusive thought or two about cleaning up shop as far as the RPD was concerned, especially with the shenanigans the STARs team in particular pulled.

For being the best, they sure aren't the brightest...he thought as he made himself comfortable in front of the podium, watching the team members take their usual seats. He put his glasses back on and cleared his throat.

"First thing on the agenda is the lightsaber incident," Wesker couldn't believe he was saying this aloud and shook his head. "Mr. Vickers, when you're on patrol and see a group of teens reenacting a movie scene, that doesn't mean you stop your vehicle and join them. Especially when you're in the middle of an investigation. Might I add the delay in your scheduled flight with Mr. Sullivan made it so Ms. Chambers took one for the team and covered your ass."

Quiet snickers filled the room as Brad's face blushed. He wanted to shrink into a puddle and disappear, wondering who ratted him out. All he could do was meekly reply, "Y-yes sir…I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Good," Wesker stated. He ignored the fact that Rebecca herself patted Brad's knee and whispered 'it was alright,' too focused on Chris, who was unable to keep a straight face compared to his colleagues. "Redfield, earlier this week our instruments measured that you were driving a hundred miles per hour in one of our STARS jeeps. Care to explain?"

Jill and Barry, sitting on either side of Chris, quietly chuckled at Chris's expense, earning a quick glare from him before he forced himself to look at Wesker.

"Sorry, captain," Chris coughed. "But the speed limit does not apply when the 'Free Bird' solo comes on."

Barry and Jill bowed their heads in front of the table, their shoulders quaking as they tried to hold back their laughs. Even members of the Bravo team were having difficulty keeping it together at the visual alone.

"You know what else doesn't apply, Redfield?" Wesker asked as a matter of fact.

"I don't know, sir," Chris gestured. "Enlighten me."

"The time-off request you submitted last week. Consider it tabled for insubordination."

"Son of a bitch…!" Chris whispered harshly under his breath.

"And while we are on the subject of cars, Ms. Valentine and Mr. Burton, I'm putting you both on vehicle suspension for the remainder of the week."

"What, why!?" Jill exclaimed.

"But sir--!"

Wesker held up a hand, interrupting their protests. "I doubt Redfield was able to come up with the 'Free Bird' bit on his lonesome. The man is full of colorful ideas, but you two are well known for encouraging him to see it through."

"Shit…"

"Fuck, he got us there," Barry muttered to Jill.

"Mr. Frost," Wesker let out a deep sigh for this one as he once again took off his glasses to rub his eyes. "While you are out on patrol, you can't go around with chalk outlining cars and trucks that don't park within the lines in a parking lot or park to the curb exactly with an exclamation of 'asshole parking' and proceed to ticket."

"But it's a good warning system!" Joseph glared and shrugged. "If they can't parallel park for shit, then they had it coming! If you would've put me on another assignment instead of having me play meter boy, we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"Mr. Frost, get over yourself," Wesker growled. "I know you're angered that I set you on this task, but need I remind you what the alternative would've been?"

"All because I started the whole 'Wesker shits standing up' bit? Man, you need to take a joke!"

"Enough!" Wesker raised his voice. Whatever was left of the chuckles and laughs ceased immediately. He felt a sense of pride rise in his body as well as his blood pressure, and let out a deep breath. "Alright people, let's take five, and we'll meet back here to cover the recent cannibal attacks."

As the STARs Alpha and Bravo teams single filed out of the room, Wesker thought he had a moment of peace until he heard Joseph holler:

"I still stand by what I said, Wesker shits standing up everyone!"

Wesker made a fist, his teeth clenched.

The thought of siccing a pack of Cerberus onto the man was beginning to sound more and more delicious with each passing minute. He smirked to himself, riding on the high from the visuals that came and went through his mind of Joseph being ripped apart.

Maybe Birkin and I can brainstorm later…

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[sleeplesstories]

Jill+Coffee

The warm scent hits her, a calm feeling that spreads through her chest. Hot coffee laced with chocolate and vanilla, her usual go-to order. And it had been far too long since she's had it. And even longer since she's allowed herself to enjoy something so simple.

It wasn't always easy to clamp down on that guilt. Seemingly never ending and seeping into every action whenever she took time for herself.

A voice in the back of her mind whispering that the world was still burning, and she should spend every last second trying to do something, anything, not just–

But it got better. Eventually.

So for the first time in ages, Jill decided to give herself a day off. No jogging until she couldn't breath or punching a bag until her fists came away bloody.

Today is just for her and the cup of warm coffee she has started to sip, warm enough to cut through the chill air but not so hot as to burn her tongue. The wrought iron table cool beneath her arm, delicate patterns in the surface providing a calming sight, the feeling that there are still some nice things left in the world.

She gets up, but not to leave. That croissant she saw earlier looked tempting and hey, today was all about treating herself right?

[virtualxchaos]

Wicked You May Be

(As Long As You're True To Me)

Weskennedy (ft. Jill, Chris) - SFW

Leon stretched out across the couch, having collapsed there after getting home from a particularly grueling mission and watching Wesker work his magic at the stove. Exhausted, he was slow to react when the blond's attention jerked to the front door, red eyes flaring before he disappeared. The only clue Leon had as to where he went was the quiet click of the bedroom door, and Leon squinted in confusion at the now empty spot in the kitchen.

There was a knock on the door, and the pieces slid together. He heaved his aching body off the couch with, still wearing his gear and grime as he trudged toward the door, wondering who it could possibly be. Maybe a neighbor?

He definitely was not expecting Chris Redfield at the door, looking like he was trying to smile but ending up in grimace territory. Jill was standing a little behind him, watching him with sharp eyes. Leon was too tired to hide his surprise, though the man's combat gear set off a bell of alarm that he ignored; these were his friends, after all.

"Chris, Jill, hey, what are you doing here?"

"Hey Leon, can we come in? We need to talk to you about something. Sensitive information, if you get my drift."

Now understanding why Wesker had hid, Leon let his exhaustion show on his face, slumping against the door a little. "Sorry, can it wait? I just got back from a mission, I'm exhausted."

Chris’ smile grimace became more pronounced. "Please? It's really important. I'll be quick, promise."

With a sigh, hoping that they wouldn't have to use the bathroom while he was here, he reluctantly held the door open, letting them in. The warning alarm in his head gradually became harder to ignore, watching Jill's eyes sweep the entire room like he was looking for something. Or someone.

"What's this about?" Leon asked, making his way to the kitchen to make sure the food didn't burn. He heard the door close and the lock turn, glancing over his shoulder to see Chris leaning against the front door.

"Can I use your bathroom?" Jill asked abruptly, and Leon turned before they could see his wince, not seeing her walk toward the bedroom door as he stirred the pasta boiling on the stove.

"Uh, sorry, toilet's not exactly working right now. Old pipes, yknow? I already asked the landlord to send maintenance over, but you know how that is."

The only answer was the sound of the bedroom door opening and Leon whipped around, hurrying after her. "Jill, wait!" He called in alarm, too late. By the time he made it there she had already drawn her gun as she flung open the door to the empty bathroom. Adrenaline flooded him as he realized with cold horror why they were there. Too late, he watched as she opened the closet door and Wesker came barreling through, knocking her out of the way and making a run for it.

Leon scurried out of the way as he ran for the door and straight into Chris, who threw the first punch that started the fight. Bewildered and conflicted, he watched for a moment, hesitating.

Stupidly forgetting about the other threat, a hand snatched his wrist and wrenched his arm behind his back. He froze as he felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressed to his neck.

"That's enough!" She barked, drawing the attention of the other two men, who both froze upon seeing the gun.

"Jill!" Chris exclaimed, horrified. "What are you doing?!"

Wesker’s red eyes flashed, drawing up to his full height. "You expect me to believe you'd hurt a comrade? I thought you were one of the good guys," he drawled, taking a step forward. She cocked the gun and shoved it hard enough under Leon's jaw that he made a small sound of discomfort, pulse racing as he watched Wesker freeze, rage contorting his features for a moment before smoothing out into an expressionless mask. A part of Leon was shocked that Wesker was complying for fear of Leon's safety, and it was reflected on Chris's face as he drew a magnum and pointed it at the blond's head, though his eyes were on Leon and Jill, worried.

"Jill, think about this," Leon said, trying to stay calm.

"Shut up!" She yelled. "How could you sleep with that monster after everything he's done? You're no better than he is!"

Leon looked Wesker dead in the eyes, tapping his fingers on his thigh. The man's eyes snapped from the gun to his, and Leon let out a long, quiet breath, letting his muscles relax.

"Caring about someone just makes them your weakness, and I'm gonna make damn sure you both get what you deserve," she went on, looking at Chris and jerking her chin up. "Let's go; I'm taking you both in."

"Maybe," Leon admitted. Loving someone as twisted as Albert Wesker was something that he had accepted a long time ago.

"But that's not for you to decide, is it?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wesker lunged. Leon threw himself to the side, heart jumping into his throat as two shots rang out, both missing as Wesker slapped the gun out of Jill's hand and yanked Leon off the ground, smashing through the window and into the night.

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LEON S. KENNEDY !!

JILL VALENTINE !!

CLAIRE REDFIELD !!

ASHLEY GRAHAM !!

CARLOS OLIVEIRA !!

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[legaciestold]

march 29th, 2009 rp drabble/rp lead-in included: claire, sherry, & leon (+ chris, jill, and ingrid mentions) also pertains to @everythingheard

moe's did a decent amount of business considering how difficult it could be to find at times and the state of the rest of the block it was on with boards still on the sides of the two buildings next door. the light outside shone bright now at least, though. six months ago a fire had had taken out the bakery and comic book shops next to it. luckily the fire department had managed to stop the blaze before it'd fully engulfed the restaurant but the damage had still been extensive and the other businesses had taken their insurance payout and relocated. moe's on the other hand had been a staple in the area for years even if it wasn't really known to people outside of the neighborhood (claire had only stumbled upon it on accident years ago and come there ever since) and no one had been willing to stand idly by when the insurance company hadn't been willing to cover as much as they believed they should have.

that's why claire had helped out with the fundraiser that had been formed to help moe get the place back in shape. it'd been a testament to humanity, a flicker of reassurance that there was still good out there even when claire had seen the worst people were capable of so often both in raccoon and in the images seared into her mind both from her time with terrasave and now with the bprd. moe had been brought to tears when he'd been presented with a check and the commitment by the local construction company to help because moe had helped them out by sending them free food when the family-run company had one of it's members in the hospital and most of the workers hadn't thought to ensure they were getting meals during that awful time. sherry had made cookies to help raise money too when she'd found out about it and those cookies remained edible even if claire's track record with cookies had become a legendary joke that she always seemed the butt of. (she has half a mind to make coal-looking cookies and put them in christmas stockings this year.)

the restaurant's comfortably busy on this lazy sunday afternoon as sun filters through the window and angelica-- the waitress that always rotated weekend shifts with their usual server diane-- greets them at the counter. the scene causes a strange sort of feeling to wash over claire when she stops angelica and tells her that actually, maybe they'll sit on the other side today and the waitress looks at her quizzically but then offers a soft smile. for a decade they've always sat in the back, a little further off from the other tables but in full sight of both the entrance and the side door that led out to the alley. a mix of habit and ensured and required security. still, perhaps the fact claire is on a first name basis with the staff of the pizza joint is an indication that she's provided sherry with a few unhealthy eating habits over the years. yet, in a strange kind of way, this restaurant has been with them all nearly as long as raccoon and seen glimpses into the various aspects of her, sherry, and leon's lives over the years.

sometimes claire wonders what they must look like to diane or angelica or even moe who always seemed to have a new kind of desert ready for sherry (despite the fact it was a pizza joint and not an ice cream parlor), even after the girl had graduated high school. the amazed wonder on sherry's face never had seemed to dissipate upon the new creations either, even if sherry was about to enter training to become an agent of the same government that'd run more tests than any of them could count on her for years. claire thinks, on the surface, maybe, they look like any other family coming in for lunch at their favorite restaurant but she also knows even if they'd only ever skirted the line of information and frankly the bizarre too that some inferences have been made on the part of the staff and maybe that's also gone both ways at times. loud noises always made claire's eyes dart to the doors in her line of sight. when her, leon, and sherry came there it was just them but over the years when claire has brought sherry 'by themselves' there was always one of three men who'd seat themselves at the diner-style counter across the room, not actively part of their little group but still present as they always were when claire took sherry places. claire had hated that, at first before she'd grown to accept it and a par to claire wonders if it really was a kind of resigned acceptance at just being used to it or because somewhere along the way she'd started to actually-- at least to a point-- allowed herself some amount of trust in simmons especially after he'd gotten sherry into that school even if that'd taken a hit after prismya and claire found out he was the one who blackmailed leon, or some combination of all factors.

(they hadn't followed her to work or when she went out, except that one terrible month terra save had gotten those horrid threats and simmons had insisted they watch her too. but they were always present when sherry went out places. it'd been the price they paid for government protection. distant enough to not always be readily noticed at her insistence, but always there.)

claire had also grown fairly invested in the ever-developing relationship that seemed to be agent blake and diane even if she wouldn't readily admit to such. but people weren't stupid. the staff knew something had been up and had accepted them as being regulars at the restaurant for a decade. they'd seen sherry grow up, sherry even bringing her two best friends there and causing the usual shadow agent to have two others there too. claire imagines that might have been a bit of a comical scene and also grants the boys some credit since this place likely wasn't a usual kind of place they'd frequent. the staff had also seen jill and chris on a few occasions earlier on as they'd all come to have dinner. they'd seen hell.boy once too, when they were closing and he'd been in the transport directly after a mission and she'd picked up about ten pizzas she'd pre-ordered to bring back and while he was supposed to stay hidden, hell.boy hadn't and moe hadn't reacted in the way she'd believed he would which had only ever caused claire to have more questions than answers about moe's own origins and why he'd reacted as if he saw people like hell.boy all the time. but moe never asked her to reveal her secrets so she hadn't asked him either. they'd seen them all in various states of healing bodily harm too and while claire knows from the looks they'd get they itched to ask, they never did. there'd been a kind of acceptance across the board. and there's a kind of hidden communication in this moment that passes between them all too, as chairs are pulled out at a table and angelica says she'll be right back with their usual drinks.

there's an understanding in the fact that claire has moved their table that something has changed even if angelica doesn't know what.

there's also a knowing smile that claire sees mirrored in sherry and leon's faces too even if claire still seats herself angled to one of the doors and leon does other. old habits die hard and they are all too aware of the world they live in even in the moments like these they determine to forget it for awhile. blue-gray hues move across the restaurant and meet moe's who peeks his head out and waves at them, claire smiling back brightly and offering one in return. idly claire wonders if they have a betting pool on if their group is some super secret spy family right out of spy k.ids or if one of them has endeavored to try to look leon up and believes he's taken up after his long-dead family on the crime scene. huh, actaully, maybe not that; for some reason claire thinks maybe the government or more likely hunnigan may have wiped his connection to that, at least publicly. she's never had reason to check, leon's told her about his family and for that matter, jill has mentioned a few things she knew about them too. that was a bit of a mind-fuck, that while maybe claire and leon certainly knew each other longer in terms of time spent together, technically jill met leon first. what would that have looked like if zombies had never happened and they all had met at the police station in raccoon?

it's all rather fantastical and claire bites back a chuckle, her knee gently brushing against leon's under the table as they shift to start sipping their drinks when angelica brings them. maybe he's thinking the same things she is. it doesn't really matter either way.

there's something lighter about this sunday and it's filtering through every moment as it passes. because even if they are all aware there's still danger out there, one of those dangers which has lingered over them for years is gone. albert wes.ker is dead and with him the last trace of umbrella even if technically speaking it'd been almost six since the fall of the company and three since spencer's death.

i don't know where you are trent, but i hope this brings you peace too, claire thinks.

(or at least the old umbrella, claire was reserving both judgement and the right to believe it could be just as bad when it came to blue umbrella; after all, claire knew that chris hadn't been thrilled about their contract to supply the bsaa with weapons to use against bo.w.s that'd been implemented two years ago.)

and, chris had jill back.

that and the fact that sherry was joining the dso meant that the 'protections' that had laid upon the edges of claire's life for almost a decade would now ease. it meant agent blake wasn't gonna be coming to the restaurant with them anymore, though claire had the feeling she'd still see him at the restaurant.

oh, she'd bet money on it.

and claire thought she'd be okay with that. blake had always been nice and endeavored to make the situation feel more like a friendship than a secret protection detail. he asked sherry about school and even was college friends with one of sherry's friend's details. claire had a certain level of trust in him that she'd never completely had with the other two agents who always felt so much more rigid and.. well, spy-like. if she had to guess that anyone was actively reporting back to simmons (no matter the tentative trust he'd managed to get from her because she had come to believe that despite the fucked up history there in the aftermath of raccoon and the deal that haunted her and leon's chance at a relationship for so many years, that surely simmons did care about sherry and her own well-being after so many years) about their lives-- which she hated the idea of--, she'd have banked on it being them and not blake and claire really hoped she wasn't wrong about that.

"so i was thinking, maybe we should all take a trip to new york before sherry starts her training." claire says, the cherry flavor of her soda lingering in her mouth as she looks from her daughter to her boyfriend.

god, three years of her calling him that and it still did strange things to her.

the shift between them both changing everything and nothing at all because they were still them, it hadn't been some monumental moment like in the prince.ss diaries but a moment where they'd let themselves see everything and choose to embrace it. so really, they acted much the same, had the same care and love and everything in-between that had always existed between them, there was just... kissing and sex included now.

"i think it'd do jill good to see some friendly faces that aren't trying to make her a lab rat and only want to fill her in on all the episodes of psych she missed." there's a kind of weighted tension on the edges of what she says but a kind of lightness too. because wes.ker was dead and they had jill back and claire thinks that maybe, finally, no matter what the bprd or dso or the joint task force throw at them in-between, maybe they all-- especially her brother-- could finally breathe again. if only until the next crisis the universe decided to throw at them.

the rest of the day goes rather unceremoniously, a rarity that no alerts managed to come to any of their phones and they could just exist in the moment and this little blip of normalcy. distantly she wonders if ingrid has something to do with it and if she does, she's entirely grateful for the day of respite that they are all being blessed with. and well, sherry was talking about moe's latest creation for days to come even if claire and leon's daughter was twenty-two and no longer the twelve-year-old his first sundae creation had been given to.

[gtgbabie0]

May i request Jill Valentine headcanons (with smaller reader if you accept such specification)? baby girl needs more love 🥺

- Jill Valentine x reader- Headcanons

You’re so right, I love her sm I need to write for her more! Anyway hope you enjoy my lovely!! 💕💕

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-If you’re shorter than her she would absolutely tease you about it!! I mean could you imagine her leaning against you as she reaches up for something you can’t. Her front pressed against your back.

- definitely would call you her ‘love bug’

- after all the terrible things she’s been through, she definitely enjoys the silence that you bring. The way you two can just be sitting around doing nothing brings her so much happiness.

- Jill loves waking you up with gentle kisses, all over your face and jaw. She normally wakes up way before you and so she takes that time to just admire you.

- Cooking with Jill is just wonderful, it’s really fun and she only gets fresh ingredients and so everything just tastes amazing.

^- However she doesn’t exactly know how to cook, I mean she spent so long in her run-down apartment eating takeout back in Raccoon City. But she’s a quick learner!!

- I feel like she would be secretly really good at games, I’m talking video to board games she’s just insanely good. Maybe it’s because she’s really smart.

^- she lets you win most of the time, just to see your smile because goodness she is just in love with your pretty smile!!

- loves seeing you in her clothes! It just honestly melts her. The way her clothes drape over your body.

- I feel like she would absolutely love to take showers with you! Omfg I need to write that like her just washing your hair so gently. She’s just so loving!!

- because of her job she’s very protective of you, she has definitely taught you self defence but even then it doesn’t stop her from worrying.

- Overall Jill in all honesty just wants the best for you because she loves you so very much!! And she tells you so every day <3

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[a-thousand-lives-lost-for-peace]

A piece I wrote thinking back on the bird imagery i associate with her and post RE5 jill valentine. potentially writing a giant fic about post re5 recovery jill + really going into depth exploring her trauma and how she copes + further recovers from it all because i've been thinking so heavily about it.

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Jill's gaze flicked back to the sparrow as it moved once again, watching as it took flight, a song escaping its beak as it did so.

A tune uplifting in nature, though she never quite could tell what it meant. If it was the sparrow's own declaration of what it was like to be free, if it was music just for the sake of it, if it knew that in a world filled with so much desolation and despair even something just as small as a common bird's song was enough to inspire a sense of hope in another.

There were never birds that sung freely like this within warzones, there were never cheerful tunes when all there was around her was death and decay.

The avian here was a sense of hope, of the chance to make right what had happened.

A sparrow never stayed in one place, it always constantly moved, on the search for new horizons. Despite its size, how common it was, only one out of a million other birds, it still held strength, a will to thrive in the harshest of conditions.

Perhaps that's why she had so aptly been named after it, decades ago, back when she wasn't Jill, but Sparrow.

A bird could be caged, a bird could be taught to sing on command, but a bird could never be taught what it was like to lose freedom entirely.

A door could be opened, a window cracked, and at that exact moment it would always spring at the smell of fresh rain, of flowers and grass, even the scent of the air itself.

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[messenger-of-babel]

This is my masterlist for this month! I'm pushing myself to try out angst and drabble across things. As usual, MDNI for sensitive themes. Uploads for this might take a backseat due to potentially prepping for a surgery, but I've written enough in advance to still publish semi-regular. They are written, but summaries will be revealed each consecutive day upon publishing.

Without further ado, enjoy!

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❂ October 1st Again ║ Jill Valentine x fem! reader Summary: After all you've been through, you still see remnants of your Jill.

❂ October 2nd Countdown ║ Hal Jordan x fem!reader Summary: Hal reflects on all the ways he could have kept you around for another New Years.

❂ October 3rd Self Destruction ║ Bruce Wayne x reader Summary: Bruce isn't sure how to stop breaking things, or how to stop breaking in the process.

❂ October 4th Blood ║ Jason Todd x reader Summary: He likes you in his colour, just not that like that.

❂ October 5th Do Better ║ Dick Grayson x reader Summary: You wanted to be better for him, but maybe better wasn't what he wanted.

❂ October 6th Medication ║ Albert Wesker x reader Summary: You've only ever been able to see Wesker in shades of pink, even when that colour brings you to your knees.

❂ October 7th You Still Don't Get It ║ Kyle Rayner x reader Summary: You wished that Kyle could distinguish between argument and conversation.

❂ October 8th Growing Pains ║ Jason Todd x reader Summary: Jason did what he swore he'd never curse upon anyone. It just so happened to be you he cursed in the process.

❂ October 9th Promise ║ Luis Serra x reader Summary: Luis made you a promise, and that was that he would come back no matter what.

❂ October 10th Humiliation ║ Bruce Wayne x fem!reader Summary: You and Bruce have the picture perfect relationship, but all it takes is a picture for it to be undone.

❂ October 11th Wake Up║ Tim Drake x reader Summary: The Wayne family calls you in When they can't snap Tim out of it.

❂ October 12th Rotten Touch ║ Chris Redfield x reader Summary: Chris is plagued by memories, nightmares, and the dream of you.

❂ October 13th Shaking ║ Dick Grayson x batsis!reader Summary: Very few things could make Dick this scared, but patching up his younger sister is one of them .

❂ October 14th Only Around You ║ Leon S. Kennedy x reader Summary: After being out of the field so long, you've been assigned to help Leon rescue the presidents daughter, but who really helps who?

❂ October 15th False Hope ║ Kyle Rayner x reader Summary: Kyle hopes with all his heart that you like him back after rumors begin floating around.

❂ October 16th No One Else to Turn to ║ Dick Grayson x reader Summary: Dick takes you into his apartment when you appear on his doorstep, unable to cope with the recent accident.

❂ October 17th Shhhhh ║ Luis Serra x reader Summary: In ten seconds Luis Serra made your world change forever.

❂ October 18th Falling Stars║ Hal Jordan x reader Summary: As a fighter pilot, you're Hal's favourite shooting star. Even if that means one day you'll fall out of the sky.

❂ October 19th Tear Stained Cheek║ Leon S. Kennedy x reader Summary: Even after everything he endured, the memory of you kept him alive. Even if that meant losing you forever.

❂ October 20th Spare Me ║ Leon S. Kennedy x reader Summary: Leon would make any amount of wishes to make his dreams come true, but the events of Racoon change your lives forever.

❂ October 21st Abandoned ║ Jason Todd x reader Summary: You've never seen Jay crack before, but when he starts it's more broken than you realise.

❂ October 22nd Crocodile Tears ║ Damian Wayne x sis!reader Summary: You turn up on the doorstep of Wayne Manor, pleading for your brother to let you in.

❂ October 23rd Safe/Unsafe ║ Bat-family x reader Summary: One little call to each of them. One big consequence.

❂ October 24th Dark Sunrise ║ Clark Kent x reader Summary: Clark isn't much of a morning person, but your eyes are enough to get him out of bed each day.

❂ October 25th You're No Better ║ Jason Todd x reader Summary: When you argue with Jason, you slowly start seeing less of Jason Todd and more of Bruce Wayne.

❂ October 26th Persuasion ║ Albert Wesker x reader Summary: You know Wesker is bad for you, but you still can't pull away from him.

❂ October 27th Curled Up ║ Batfamily x reader Summary: Batman was late when you needed him the most, but he refused to let it happen again

❂ October 28th Perfect ║ Jason Todd x reader Summary: You could never tell what Jason was thinking, and this particular night he has a lot on his mind.

❂ October 29th Get Out ║ Carlos Oliveira x reader Summary: Trying to escape the outbreak in Raccoon City, you find an ally amongst the chaos- might as well flirt a little.

❂ October 30th Nothing Else to Tell You ║ Dick Grayson x reader Summary: You take Dick home to the farm for a breath of fresh air. It's perfect, but there's something weighing on his mind.

❂ October 31st It Ends Here ║ Leon S. Kennedy x reader Summary: When complications arise on his mission, all he has is one phone call back to you.

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[savage-rhi]

Please, I'm begging you. Continue the 'Dress up as Wesker Day' story! I wanna see the aftermath so badly!!

You got it nonny!

Link to the first one

The HR rep swallowed, taking in a deep breath. He closed his eyes while his right hand tapped away on his oakwood desk. It was the only solace he had for himself while a seething Wesker was sitting opposite of him.

"I hate to ask, but please repeat what happened for the record." The rep murmured and began to rub his eyes. His shoulders tensed, bracing himself for another tale of the onslaught of words he had received not long ago.

"I came to work," Wesker bitterly enunciated. "And everyone was dressed up as me. I got a chuckle out of it at first, until the little things piled up. Redfield copied my mannerisms, going so far as to mimic me during a staff meet with the city mayor mind you. Valentine made cut out copies of my face and plastered them all over my office, and Burton--"

No matter how composed Wesker was, he couldn't bring himself to finish the last bit.

"Again, it's for the record." The rep reassured, as if his words would be of any use curbing the anger and second hand embarrassment Wesker had endured.

"Right," Wesker pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "Burton was dressed as me and roamed around the office shirtless. Written on his chest in permanent marker was 'Expendable Blonde' and on his back said 'I'll be your captain, daddy'."

The vivid imagery the HR rep got was enough to make him bite the inside of his cheek, trying hard to suppress a snort that wanted to come out. He nodded, and then brought his type writer close to begin scribing down the events.

"I cannot believe your incompetence," Wesker said bitterly, crossing his arms.

"Pardon me?"

"How did any of this get approval from HR?"

"For the last time," The rep firmly stated. "I did NOT give approval for the dress up like you day. I specifically warned the stooges that it was their ass if you complained."

As Wesker began to go off on a tirade once more, the rep slouched in his chair. The thought of searching the Raccoon Daily for a new job was beginning to sound more appetizing with each passing second.

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