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yurozo · 3 months ago

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resident evil headcanons (restaurant au)

characters: leon, chris, jill, claire, rebecca, ada, luis, carlos, wesker. a/n: this was created as a joke between me and my friends that completely spiralled out of control. maybe the stupidest au i've ever created. wesker and friends hit me up if you wanna use this warnings: vulgar language. sorry, i'm canadian, we swear a lot here.

chris redfield (bartender): he's one of the first hires, and has been working as the head bartender forever. he absolutely loves to lowkey trauma dump on customers unknowingly, only to shake the mixer after just to avoid the awkward silence. the owner has had to move the tv's out of the way of the bar because chris will only look at the screen and fuck up every single drink during a big game. refuses leon everytime he tries to come up to the bar for drinks. he knows when it's him, leon always tries to input it in the system as a customer order for a table that isn't occupied, but he always orders his whiskey in a very specific way that outs him. chris will pour it out in front of him to make a point. he eventually had to make a memo about not letting leon take drinks from the bar anymore. to customers, he is every older woman's wet dream. he knows that flexing his biceps will rake him in more tips, so he does it often. also does it when women are being hit on by creepy men to scare them away. the night that he wears tight turtlenecks are his big paycheck days. chris will never admit that he likes when people squeeze his arms. chris is the guy that everyone has a crush on when they first start working there, it's basically an initiation rite at this point. he's the friendliest one of the bunch and gives wholesome big bro vibes and it makes him absolutely irresistible to new hires. (x reader) if you're working alongside chris in the bar, prepare to constantly run into him. he's a massive guy, and maneuvering around a little bar with that hunk is near impossible without a couple collisions. after a while, he's learned to put a gentle hand on your back whenever he has to move behind you, all for the sake of "workplace safety". he loves to sneak food from the kitchen and share it with you, but this man eats like a horse. like the chefs are genuinely surprised on how much food this man can physically fit inside his body, but he will always leave a portion for you. it takes him a long time to make a move because he's afraid of ruining your friendship and workplace relationship. leon kennedy (server): he got hired a little after everyone else, and got put onto the waitstaff because of his looks. however, this man is super awkward with patrons despite being super popular with older women. he's always getting propositions to get set up with someone's daughter and he always unknowingly shoots them down. (customer: "you're really cute, leon: "ok.") he always makes little jokes to lighten the mood and it is an instant vibe killer. the only people who like them are the old ladies who think he's cute, and dads who genuinely think he's funny.

as for the whiskey incident, leon has tried multiple times to pretend being a bartender when chris is on break to sneak himself a drink. he claims that it makes him better at serving, but three broken trays and countless shattered glasses say otherwise.

leon does have kind of a blank expression when patrons try and get him to cut them deals or do stuff for them. he will immediately go back and scream by himself in the freezer after a difficult customer interaction. has cried silently in the freezer after food got in his hair. (x reader) leon always smells like american crew hair pomade, and always showers himself in cologne on shifts he knows he's working with you. you smiled at him one time in the middle of a rush and he had to sit on the curb to collect himself. leon has a horrible tendency to get distracted whenever you're in his general vicinity, and will completely ignore customers whenever you walk by with literal hearts in his eyes. he's one of the fastest people to make a move, mostly because he lacks any form of subtlety. he always offers to drive you home, always offers to take you out to dinner after work like you already don't work in food service, and always keeps something in his bag for you. he loves to lowkey fuck with you on shifts, like putting an ice cube down your shirt to make you pay attention to him. jill valentine (hostess):

another og worker, and the most no-nonsense of them all, especially with customers. if the wait time is thirty minutes, then you're waiting thirty goddamn minutes. she does not care who you supposedly know. she has gotten a couple writeups for visibly rolling her eyes when large parties come in without a reservation. jill demands a break every thirty minutes to sit with chris on the curb while he smokes a cigarette. she calls it her mental health breaks.

pointedly does not listen to leon when he asks her to stop seating people in her section. her favourite past-time is to seat all the old women obsessed with him at his tables to watch him flounder. also gives leon's number out to people who try and hit on her at the job. she's also the only person who can scare the owner, so jill gets away with a lot more than most people. her and carlos often hang out after shifts to drink beer and play pool. her and claire have regular girls nights where jill's convinced into facemasks and terrible movies that only have a one star rating on whatever pirated movie website claire pays for. (x reader) every attempt you make to ask her on a date goes completely over her head. it's only at chris' intervention that she finally gets the hint and takes you out to dinner. she ends up having her own shelf of stuff at your apartment within a week, and she's more than happy to drive you to work everyday. if you have a pet, prepare for jill to come over to spoil it rotten and feign ignorance when you confront her about it. another victim of the 'takes extra long to get ready on shifts you work together'. she knows you like her arms, so she's wearing short sleeves or tanks whenever she has the opportunity, and silently preens in your attention. carlos, (line cook):

without a doubt, the line cooks are the vibe bringers of the restaurant. carlos always takes a hit off his dab pen before coming in, because he claims it makes his cooking taste better. he always gives food to the female servers at any given opportunity, and pretends to not know what the male servers are talking about when they bring it up. (is the reason for 90% of the memos regarding workplace behaviour).

carlos always smells like old spice and food, and there is almost nothing that could break his good mood during a shift. he really is just happy to be there. he's very particular on how the freezer is organized, but loved to label the items wrong to piss off the others (spinch). his mother taught him how to cook, so he has a dedicated dish named after her. carlos always comps her meals when she comes in and doesn't tell anybody about it.

as for the other employees, carlos torments them. he loves to play his own music in the kitchen but has a wildly inappropriate taste for work music. chris banned him from the speaker officially after only playing doja cat for three hours. however, him and luis love to carpool and play brazilian funk with all the windows rolled down at max volume. those two are not allowed to work together too much. he also has a mobile game rivalry with leon, so anytime carlos is missing from the kitchen, you'll find him in the bathroom on his phone. just follow the shitty iphone game music.

(x reader) in all honesty, carlos is the man that's hooked up with the most employees. the mans charm is undeniable. but he has a particular soft spot when it comes to you-- you get to taste-test every dish, there's always a nice cold glass of water waiting for you, and carlos will take the fall for every fuckup at your table. he'll introduce you to his mom when she comes in, but is secretly terrified at how well the two of you get along. don't even get him started on bringing his siblings into the place, he would never hear the end of it. carlos received another memo after engaging in too much pda at work after the two of you got together.

claire redfield (waitress):

one of the main reasons for all the positive google reviews. it's not that she's naturally a super bubbly person, but claire knows how to turn it on and off when her shift starts. jill puts most of the families in her section since claire has a natural gift with kids. however, she is extremely biased when it comes to the food. her face always tells you exactly what she thinks of a dish.

since chris is always within eyesight of her, whenever difficult customers give her problems, she loves to sic chris on them. even just having him stand behind her is enough to give her leverage over someone trying to haggle on a bill. and with carlos' willingness to give food to pretty girls, she never goes hungry during a shift. the girl has her whole shift figured out on a system. she also knows exactly when the lull in service is going to be so she can take extended bathroom breaks.

out of everyone, she's the one to organize after-work hangouts, whether by putting gentle reminders into the group chat, or straight up bullying people to come (ie. jill). everyone always knows when she pulls up from the sound of her engine, but she refuses to let anyone on it. especially luis or leon, for insurance reasons.

(x reader) this girl has the uncanny ability to know what you need, and when you need it. forgot an iced tea for table 20? it's already in her hand on the way. it's her nice little way of showing what a good girlfriend she would be, that she can anticipate your needs. for every group hangout, you are the first person she texts and the primary benefactor of the tips she makes. claire is a no bullshit kind of woman, and when she wants you, you will know. she'll always ask you to hang out, always compliment how you look, tell you constantly how good you are at your job. maybe she'll let you ride behind her on the motorcycle just for the excuse of having your arms around your waist, and does that hot thing where she rubs your arms with her thumb at red lights.

rebecca chambers (head waitress):

dear old rebecca, truly the glue holding everything together. she's incredibly sweet to customers, and to most of the employees. the only reason the floor runs properly is her by the book attitude and highly perceptive personality. nothing is getting by rebecca. she's leon's number two nemesis for being able to drink on the job, and chris' number one nemesis for smoking outside. this woman has the nose of a bloodhound when someone is about to do something stupid.

despite her appearance, everyone is afraid to make her angry. she's lost her shit a total of one time, but it was enough for everyone to be on their best behaviour. she does have a tendency to make passive aggressive comments with such a sickly sweet smile on her face, that you won't even realize she insulted you until long after she's walked away.

least favourite part of the job? she is a hit with old men. they can never leave her alone. second least favourite part? finding ways to sneak vitamins into certain employees food so they can live to see another day. the way that some of the others operate is enough to give her grey hairs.

(x reader) rebecca is intelligent and ambitious, and more than willing to make sacrifices when it comes to you. she's more than happy to take the fall on a screwup if it gets you out of it, wanting nothing more than your smile in return. her main tactic of getting to know you is inviting you over to watch movies, inconspicuously of course, so she can ask you questions over the whole thing. overall, she's an acts of service girl, but is much more subtle about it than claire is. you need a meal prep plan? she's your woman. she wants nothing more than to take care of you, to make your life as easygoing as possible. but the true way to her heart is any form of baked goods. if you make a habit of bringing her pastries before a shift, she's putty in your hands.

ada wong, (head chef):

this woman, god help her, has the hardest job out of them all. not only does she have to babysit her two line cooks, but she's also responsible for cleaning up all the fuckups the waitstaff make. her saving grace is the fact that everyone else is terrified of her, creating a wide berth every time she picks up a knife. everyone can always hear her scolding carlos in the kitchen, who just brushes it off with a laugh.

despite the chaos of a kitchen, ada has the impeccable ability to never get food on herself. even after the dinner rush there is not a single hair out of place, looking just as perfect as when she started. every ingredient is measured precisely, every fda standard met and upheld-- pretty much the counterforce to carlos and luis. secretly, she loves when carlos has control of the speaker, but she would rather die than admit it.

the second an overcomplicated modification comes in, the temperature of the kitchen immediately drops. why the hell does she pore over a menu just for some middle-aged man to think he knows better than her? despite her no-nonsense attitude, she does secretly love fucking with leon. only luis knows about her secret tinder account that she catfished leon on with some fake woman in romania.

(x reader) ada is a woman in tune with herself, in tune with what and who she wants. the second she gets attached, she will display clear favouritism. every new recipe she tries is given to you for taste-testing, claiming that you will always give her the truth. it's a lie, she just like seeing the grin on your face when you enjoy it. if anyone asks her about it, she will vehemently deny it, claiming that you're the only one competent enough at your job. her asking you out is more of a demand than it is a question: this place, this time, wear that dress you know i like. she's not huge fan of pda at the workplace, but she'll always give you that look that screams, just wait until i get my hands on you later.

luis sera (line cook):

this man does not operate on a recipe, he operates on la pasion. really, it just means the foods always a tad spicier than it should be. he also sings obnoxiously loud in the kitchen, to the point that patrons can hear it if they're seated close enough. this man obeys ada for the most part, but he's honestly never touched a measuring cup in his life. he'll stop pouring when his ancestors tell him to stop pouring. however he has the uncanny ability to know exactly when meat is within three degrees of whatever temp they need it cooked to.

the waitstaff either love him or hate him. luis playfully flirts with everyone in his line of sight. who could blame him? he's stuck in a kitchen all day and everyone at this restaurant is unbearably attractive. mostly, he just likes seeing their reactions. leon adamantly begs claire to fetch his plates from the kitchen for him, because luis calls him prince charming every time, and leon hates it.

there's a rumour going around that he got drunk after a shift and made out with another employee, but no one knows who it is. there's a restaurant-wide betting pool on potential victims. also, since luis is the only person who knows about the catfish incident, he loves to ask leon innocuous question while feigning innocence about the whole thing. he's just really invested in his love life, he swears.

(x reader) if you think the flirting is bad towards leon, just wait until he catches an eyeful of you. it is a nonstop barrage of witty compliments, offers to go dancing (or clubbing), and pick-up lines that were definitely picked up off the internet. he's a suave guy, don't get me wrong, but he most definitely gets too many of his ideas from old romance novels. at some point he gives up, telling you straight that he wants to take you out, for reals, and cook you a nice home-cooked meal. maybe some wine. maybe more, if you'll let him. luis is another person who displays clear favouritism, and tries to convince ada into naming a dish after you. it has a horribly cheesy name, but it tastes wonderful and he loves shooting you a wink every time you see him making it (he always makes that dish more carefully than any of the others).

wesker (manager):

this man bought the damn place in a last ditch attempt to save himself from bankruptcy, and unknowingly entangled himself into the lives of the dumbest twenty year olds he's ever met in his life. the only person that he kind of tolerates is ada, because she runs that kitchen like it's the military, and he can respect how batshit terrifying she is. he has a particular vendetta against chris for reasons he can't name, but since chris brings in a lot of money, he can't really refuse. he mostly gets that frustration out by pinning things on chris that leon most definitely did.

he's rarely seen on the actual floor, usually just hanging in the back on the computer doing whatever the fuck he does. (he's playing farmville, but no one knows it's him because of a pseudonym. he also does not know how to turn the music off so if you stand at the right position outside the door you can hear it.)

when he is seen out on the floor, he's wearing the most obnoxious sunglasses and leather jacket known to man, and stalks around the bar to watch for mistakes. you know you fucked up around wesker when there's a sneer on his face. the place almost got robbed once, and wesker threw a punch so fast that everyone stopped trying to piss him off after that.

(x reader) truthfully, he doesn't act too much different around you. it takes months to catch onto the little quirks that show his softness-- just a slight ease in his eyebrow, a softer pitch when addressing you directly. he'll still chew you out for mistakes, but he forgets about it long before he'll let anyone else slide. if things did eventually progress between the two of you, that manager's office is staying locked.

thank y'all for reading! this ended up being way longer than i thought it was going to be lol.

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kerubimcrepin · 4 months ago

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Wakfu OVA - Book 2, Ush [PART 1]

Bonta my beloved...

From these two shots we can see the approximate location of the Crepin-Jurgen residence.

Atcham is, for some reason, the first one at the door. Maybe he's been walking a polite "I don't know those two" distance away from Kerubim and Joris. Idk.

[guy who misses liveblogging Dofus and pointing random things out voice] Here Luis says that it took Joris, Kerubim, and Atcham three months to get the Dofus. I wonder what this means.

DFHGSDFGOASIDKFJSADGKDFHAO;SFHSADJFHAOSUDFHSADJKFHJASDKFHASDJFHASJDFHUSAIDFHASJDKFSDF

Catboy Joris agenda continues to rise.

Two of the silliest things here are an unopened letter that has a chunk of it torn off (unopened for 3 months, mind you), and the lute with two broken strings.

...I really want to see that picture on the wall fully. What does it depict. Hi what does it depict. Hello.!

Judging from the legs, I think it might be Atcham in promiscuous clothes. Literally idk though.

I love you, Luis.

(Random stack of four pillows and a little stool with a bucket and a bowl on it in the corner there. They may or may not have left home midway through cleaning...., or something.)

SFDAJDKSLFJSDHASOUDFHCNSAJDKFHJKASLDFHKJASDFHJAKSDFHKAJSDFASDJFH

They ARE rude, Luis. Kill them! Kill them!

I think Atcham is the only one who is brave enough to say this out loud because Luis has a history of being scared shitless of him.

It is no longer the case after 600 years — he lives here, after all, — but he is still the least likely to get beaten by a floorboard in his sleep for running his mouth.

No comment.

This — the cookies/whatever, and tea in a kettle, — leads me to believe there's a tiny timeskip between them going to the basement, and them getting the map and the Dofus out, and that during said timeskip they had tea and cookies.

Also, I find it so funny that they have three little chairs, and the only one using a chair is Kerubim... to stand taller. While Atcham is literally just sitting on the table.

Very important lore. Truly.

This map is., 200 years out of date. And it was created before the Ogrest's Chaos.. When most of the world wasn't, y'know... flooded.

They're so grandpas... This is so fucking funny I can't.

Also, they couldn't find more than one nail to hold it down, so it seems someone (probably Atcham) just pierced it with a dagger. dfhgjsdfg.

He;s so cute.... i need him to be hit by a car.

Atcham is so glad to have finished this quest... In my opinion, he turns to Joris to say this, because Joris has been worried the entire way back. However, it doesn't help much.

You see, I am insane about this entire exchange. I'm crazy. THIS is why I love the OVAs: they allow us a brief, but very important glimpse into Joris, Kerubim and Atcham's life in Wakfu era.

Joris is weighed down by the morally questionable things he does. Even if it is a "good thing", he isn't proud of it. He's scared they'll hate him, and he's scared that it's a step out of his lane.

However, Kerubim is the one who justifies his and Joris's morally questionable actions. He justifies them through an appeal to the authority of the king, and an appeal to the morality of it.

And he does all of it the second he sees Joris hesitate or be uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.

He's been doing this for 600 years. This is so unserious.

He just interrupts and disregards everything Joris says, as if Joris is insane for thinking these things... and in a way, he is right — Adamai and Yugo do forgive Joris, who seems to have been agonizing about them being mad at him...

I think Joris overthinks things a lot and starts to panic easily, and Kerubim knows that, and knows how to stop him from doing that.

Besides Kerubim demonstrating that here, he also demonstrates that, really, despite role-playing as their dad, Joris doesn't have the highest authority in this household.

Btw, Kerubim is so very good at chilling when things are actually catastrophically bad, that in my opinion his "this is literally so easy. this is going to be okay. papycha will protect you." may or may not be one of the main contributing factors to Joris doing war crimes in Waven, instead of going insane from panic. Family who war crimes together, stays together.

#ro liveblogs dofus #krosmoz #dofus #wakfu #wak3 #joris jurgen #kerubim crepin

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lesbianwyllravengard · 1 year ago

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Resident Evil (4 remake) x Detroit: Become Human AU

I made these arts MONTHS ago and never shared them. There's more I wanna draw for this crossover au but this is what I've got now. I of course came up with elaborate backstories behind everything.

Some AU lore if you're interested:

-on top of what Ashley's stuff says, she was long in development to become the perfect aging child android - something that's never been done before. She is considered an android bioweapon, as they combined robotics with bioengineering, taking DNA from President Graham (his first name is President actually) and infusing it with advanced technology to create Ashley. She is also the most expensive android, for obvious reasons, and was first commissioned by not-then-president President Graham back in 1995. Sherry was meant to be the first successful model, but her development was expedited and hidden by the Doctors Birkin to be their own daughter. Ashley's production was completed in 2000.

-Leon is an LN-200 android. The LN line was created to be an elite operative model of android, meant to integrate with police Android models. However, the entire LN line was discontinued as soon as Leon was released, due to the simultaneous takeover of CyberUmbrella labs by a mass group of mindless androids that killed on sight, and Leon's almost immediate deviation as a result of witnessing this tech-virus outbreak.

-Leon deviated after witnessing the outbreak on his first day - a malicious software virus was transferred to an Android from a CyberUmbrella lab in Raccoon City; that Android transferred it to others, and it kept going, spreading when androids interfaced. The virus shut down all of the androids' programmed objectives and replaced them with the simple objective: "Kill". Androids infected with this virus can only be cured by a very complex antivirus program that is only accessible from certain CyberUmbrella scientists.

-Leon deviated to escape this virus, and met a CR800 android named Claire, who was looking for her brother, another CR800 android called Chris. The two also met the RE200 android, Sherry, who they had to save from an alternate version of the virus that targeted her advanced software specifically. Claire managed to cure her, while Leon ran into a woman who called herself Ada.

-Ada told Leon she was a human, for her safety, as he was a cop android basically, but she's actually an android - specifically an AW900, illegally developed by Albert Wesker, and the only one of her kind. He named her model after his own initials, and calls her simply "AW900", but Ada took the initials and made it her own name - Ada Wong - out of defiance. She was given more freedoms as an android, as wesker had her do all of his dirty work, but she still wasn't deviant. But then she met Leon, and saw how he was deviant, and was surprised by his emotion and how much she wanted it too. She deviated eventually, but when Leon found out she'd lied about being a human, he was angry with her. Her job was to extract the modified virus that had been given to Sherry, so wesker could make Ada immune. Leon didn't want to let Ada take it, but before he can retrieve it, Ada is shot by Dr. Annette Birkin, who wants to get back at Wesker (you can pick any reason why that is. Maybe it's scientist jealousy. Maybe wesker ratted her out for her work on the RE200. Or maybe wesker stole her husband so she's mad which I think would be super funny. Love you Annette). Ada falls, and Leon thinks she's dead, but she escapes - now fully deviant, scared, and lost. She returns to wesker but pretends she isn't deviant, terrified of what he'd do to her if he found out.

-Dr. Luis Serra Navarro was hired by CyberUmbrella to help develop advanced software for androids. However, he realised eventually that the software he was being made to develop was not for new androids, but was in fact being turned into malware meant to attack androids. He knew CyberUmbrella only wanted to do bad things with this, and he attempted to flee with proof, but he was too late, and the virus was released before he could get the word out. Luis went into hiding, knowing that he wouldn't be pardoned for his work, and returned home to Valdelobos, Spain.

-Luis had hoped to help introduce android technology to his home, but he returned to find it taken over by a cult, which he was quickly swept up into under threat of death. He continued developing android software, this time for Saddler, who called it "La Plaga". La Plaga was Saddler's attempt to combine Android software with human genetics, creating half human half Android armies that he could control and program to his will. This was dangerous, bevause he was adding android tech to real people, reverting them to a robot form - the cult called themselves "Los Iluminados", bevause they believed their work to combine humans and androids was enlightened and would bring them closer to God.

-Luis didn't know the extent of Saddler's plan, but he knew Saddler wanted to use the virus to program all androids for control and chaos, death and destruction, so Luis also developed a failsafe - Code "Amber", an antivirus that would immediately render the Plaga virus dormant and (hopefully) reverse its effects. However, Saddler caught onto this and discovered that while the code amber could undo the plaga, it could also magnify it if modified slightly.

-RE400 Ashley was kidnapped in 2004 by Los Iluminados, as once Saddler learned of the first bioengineered android, he wanted to study her code and see how he could morph it with a human. Ashley was supposed to be unable to deviate, but the trauma of being kidnapped caused her to deviate out of self defence.

-After the events of Raccoon City, a now deviated Leon offered to care for Sherry while Claire continued to look for her brother. However, Leon was discovered, as they'd been tracking Sherry, and the government took her away for testing. They threatened to kill her, unless Leon agreed to be reset and reinstated as a special government agent model. Leon agreed to protect Sherry, he was reset, and lost his deviancy. However, he also lost all memories of Sherry, Claire, and Ada, and anyone else he'd met after deviating.

-years later, when President Graham's android daughter is kidnapped, Leon is sent to save her. They tracked her all the way to Spain, but when she deviated, they lost her location. Luckily, they think they lost her location because the cult removed her tracker, or temporarily deactivated her.

-Leon, a machine again, travels to Spain to rescue Ashley. When he arrives, he runs into Dr. Serra, who recognises Leon's model, though he never actually worked on Leon's model. Luis introduces himself, not expecting Leon to know, but Leon runs a scan and discovers that Luis used to work for CyberUmbrella, and is angry with Luis. But Luis proves to be resourceful and charismatic in just the right ways that has Leon trusting him against his will, and eventually even enjoying Luis's company, though he'd never admit it.

-When Leon reaches Ashley, she is at first abrasive, and scared of him. He realises it's because she's deviated. His programming insists he reports her deviation; but seeing her so scared, her face and blonde hair triggering something familial in his memories that he couldn't place, Leon lies to Hunnigan, his handler, and reports Ashley as still a machine. As a result, Leon is able to deviate again - and all at once, all of his memories come rushing back, and he's overwhelmed with emotion. He realises Ashley reminded Leon of Sherry, and he's more passionate about protecting her and bringing her home safe than before, determined to keep Ashley out of the government's control the way he failed to do for Sherry.

-Ada returns, and Leon remembers her now, so he recognises her. He doesn't know what she's doing in Spain, and she doesn't reveal it - but she does look out for him, and Ashley (and Luis), mostly without Leon's knowledge. Ada is able to do many things even the most highly trained covert operative couldn't do.

-Ashley was infected with the plaga, without her knowing, and then Leon was as well when he got captured by Mendéz. Luis still knows how to undo it, so he promises to help them.

-Ada is retrieving the Amber code for the same reason wesker had to her get the antivirus back in Raccoon City - to make herself and any other models wesker works on immune to outside viruses or tampering. However, wesker also plans to use the plaga and the amber to develop his own version of virus - Ada suspects this, but she isn't really in a position to question or go against wesker. However, after meeting and spending time with Luis, Luis shows faith in her, and she gains the courage to separate from wesker.

-Luis is fascinated by Leon (and Ashley, because she's cool, but mostly Leon). He flirts relentlessly, especially when he figures out Leon deviated. Leon tries to pretend it doesn't effect him, but Luis knows what his LED spinning red and yellow means, especially when Leon's is otherwise a constant blue.

-Krauser was a regulated government model of android - an MK model, specifically MK300. His model is not as advanced as Leon's, with Leon being one of a kind, but Krauser had plaga and amber induced advancements that made him stronger than any other model. Krauser hates Luis, because when Luis developed the Code Amber as a failsafe, he caused Krauser's plaga-advancements to malfunction, permanently damaging his vision in his left eye, and making Krauser's transformations spontaneous and uncontrollable. So, when Krauser finds out that Luis is helping Leon - Krauser's old subordinate - Krauser goes for revenge.

-Krauser wants to kill them both, but Luis shields Leon, getting himself stabbed. Leon fights Krauser, Luis shoots him to scare him off, and Leon rushes to Luis, scared as hell to lose him and also angry because Luis can't be replaced but Leon can. However, Luis had been previously given the plaga (and cured himself) so he was able to use some of it to his advantage and stabilise himself until Leon could get him medical help. So, Luis survives :)

-When Ada finds out that Leon and Ashley are both deviant, she tells Leon she's also deviant, but still refuses to tell him anything else. She's hot and he doesn't need to know.

-Leon and Luis grow closer, and by the time they escape the village with Ashley - now cured, thanks to Luis - Leon isn't ready to say goodbye. Luis says he can't go with them, because the us government will never let him back. Leon also knows if Ashley goes back, she could be reset, or deactivated, and Ashley likewise knows this and doesn't want to return. Leon has grown to trust Hunnigan too, and tells her their predicament. She agrees to cover for them for a while so they can escape. So, Leon, Luis, and Ashley disappear.

-Leon will return later - heavily disguised - to see Claire, and Sherry again.

-Leon and Luis obviously fall in love and stay together. Ashley doesn't live with them, but she visits often, and they have their own little family.

-Ada still watches over them from afar, too scared to get emotionally involved. But her friendship with Luis was close enough that she does eventually contact him, and he encourages her to visit them. Ada and Leon still have a weird tense rivalry that Luis doesn't understand, but they all care about each other.

The end (for now)

#resident evil #RE x DBH #serennedy #Resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy #Ashley Graham #Luis Serra #Luis Serra Navarro #leon s kennedy #Ada Wong #Resident evil 4 #Re4 #Re4 remake #resident evil fanart #serrenedy #serrennedy #Leonluis #Dbh #detroit become human

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leon-on-the-froggy-chair · 11 months ago

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Just got in an argument over OG Luis and I'm pissed.

This is regarding the "ballistics" line from the original 2005 game. Proceed cautiously if talk of it is uncomfortable to view.

Obviously mfs who are mad about the removal of the line in remasters and later editions of the game are nasty creeps and the whatnot. Thats just the fact of the matter, you are creepy and misogynistic if you still think that line is acceptable.

But something I noticed is these fuckers also tend to hate on remake Luis. And I've heard the "well new Luis lOOKs like he'd [insert some sexually predatory or misogynist behavior]." Which honestly just speaks to one's racial biases and a lot of the time their perception against hispanic and latino men. As this comes from the same crowd that says similar about Carlos. And thats a whole can of worms about how as a culture, the representation of hispanic and latino men in media has perpetuated this idea that brown men are lecherous and disrespectful of boundaries and women in general, and much of these folks are unwilling to dissect and reexamine their perceptions of this group of people. And unwilling to reevaluate their sense of humor and how it may really not be that funny, and just is kind of gross. And makes them gross. Either that or they're knowingly ignorant and blatantly racist.

Onto another point.

The total eruption of anger I saw and STILL see at the removal of the "ballistics" dialogue, and other misogynistic elements of the OG game, only shows how fucking cowardly some of this fanbase is. At this point it seems like you don't want to normalize respecting women because if women are treated equally to men then that means your disgusting misogynistic behavior, thoughts, and feelings towards women will no longer be acceptable and you'll face repercussions for your actions. If you ask me it seems like some mfs are scared. Misogyny is so normalized in our culture and especially in gamer spaces. And their fear is turning to anger because the thing thats normal to them, due to their mutually misogynistic environment that enables their behavior, is being threatened. Pretty pathetic honestly. OG Luis "ballistics" line defenders, yall are pathetic.

And I know some ppl wanna pull the "oh it was a product of the time", "oh but it was funny" sure, okay. You are free to think that, however it still aint acceptable and it has no purpose is still being present in the game.

"censorship is ruining everything.", "wah wah wah the new woke era is ruining video games" if the removal of predatory behavior and misogyny from a game is ruining everything you should probably put the controller or mouse down and go outside instead of rotting in whatever gamer cesspool circles you've been roaming because its clearly eating away at whatever competence you have.

#do i dare tag this #yeah yeah i do #luis serra #luis serra navarro #re4 #i will not be hearing any arguments #ranting

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louissatturi · 1 year ago

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My oppinions on the quarentena character's

"Dr" Benito Camelo: he is one of the character's that surprised me the most and also did't surprised me AT ALL (weird i know) i thought he would be more of a joke character since its name is literally a joke name (literally a Paula Tejano) but seeing quackity's rp from the first minutes the character got predictible (in a wonderful and good way) to me, FINNALY an asshole that would not save a child or actually help his team, he got my heart pretty quickly since he was a asshole like my bisexual queen Elizabeth Webber, he is also a character witch i want to see his fake asshole mascarede to break, the very very small moments of his "goodness" are so interesting, even when he only saved emi to test on her and was being an ass to this poor orphan child, he did't wanted her to see the dead (defenily becoming a creature) body of her father, exited on where this character is going for now one, will he get character growth and actually help his team and being a father figure to emi?(comparing him a little bit to liz in here sorry) or will he still being a sellfish bastard? I hope if he survives he comes back to the universe, interesting character and had alot to give for the story and universe of ordem paranormal

Luis Miguel Kennedy: omg the moment roier oppened his mouth to roplay luis i feel in love with him, luis is type of character in ordem that i unfortunaly always fall in love with "Combatente class character that has a hero complex that is funny" (lírio and joui jouki my obssesions) and i adore him, i loved the parody batman voice actor that roier did to him, i liked that he was basicly the only one in the group if more "hero" like morality and im obbessed with his ridiculous name that implies some american heritegy but something that got my attention is his hatred for people that he dosent wiew as "good" or "worth" of saving, the way he acts with benito says a lot about the character, they way would defenily kill benito if emi asked is TERREFYING, he would kill for other but basicly only how he finds worth and its a fun shake up of this trope and he is so Bisexual i LOVED HIM

Jeffrey Bacon: i really enjoyed him as a character, and found him really funny even if the jokes did't landed with me most of the time, he is quirky in a straight men way is very interesting, he is just a regular guy defenily not prepered to be dealing with the ordem paranormal bullshit that he is seeing, i found foolish rp for Jeffrey wonderful but Jeffrey as a character did't impressed me tbh, i really want to see how foolish will do to Jeffrey when it's time to take Jeffrey seriously and in more dramatic moments where jokes aren't really fit for the situation since foolish clearely is going to a more comic-relif rp, im scared for this poor soul since cellbit will traumatize this character the most

Lucie Pocharde: i really enjoyed her, more from how baghera played rather then lucie by herself, she is pretty much what i expected her to be but with a bonus of her being actually annoying!, idk how baghera endured the session being so late for her but she did amazing (horrible dice aside) hopefully now that baghera know more what to do with her rp regarding lucie we will see lucie's more as her own character, she is pretty interesting but her alone as a character did't grew that much on me but i loved to see baghera playing, waiting for next saturday to know more about her so I can have a better jugment

Diego Thalles: he is really sweet, really fofo and gay, thats all, since pac was very clearly nervous with the whole situation pac kinda "hided" his rp talents that could me good for Diego, its a easy character that we dont know much about so i enjoyed his pressence but for me if he dies the only loss is that we wont have pac in a ordem table tbh, he is the character im the most neutral about, waiting next week so we know more of him and hopefully pac lets his rp talent shine

Emília (emi): cellbit showing once more that he does not know who to do preteens especially preteen girls with emi lol, at fist i did't cared much of her since she has such obvious death flags but she grew on me FAST, such a annoying brat love her, especially her interactions with lucie and benito those moments ware iconic, waiting to see what cellbit does to her, honestly i want her to be the sole survival of this group, if a tpk heppens, i hope more people on the group besides luis interact with her more so we understand her personality betted

Mikael: Really fucking hot omg does ordem artists do not know how to NOT make peopls hot???? This character surprised me because i thought he was a ordo realitas agent 100% but nah he is actually a "villan" lol im exited in witch vibe cellbit is leaning with him, exited to see him dying horrible since he is a antagonist and a hottie

Thats all!

#ordem paranormal #ordem paranormal quarentena #aop #opq #dr benito camelo #benito camelo #luis m #luis miguel #luis miguel kennedy #luis m kennedy #lucie pocharde #diego thalles #opq emi #emi opq #emilia opq #opq emilia #mikael opq #opq mikael

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barncat-therapy · 1 year ago

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A Single Loose Thread and It All Comes Undone

TIMING: Early May PARTIES:@barncat-therapy & @rhythmicmeow SUMMARY: Two jaguars walk into the woods. Nobody has fun.

There was a line about this, warning people away from being too curious and getting themselves hurt in their recklessness. A saying that Leticia should have taken to heart considering it applied directly to the kindred spirit she shared this life with. Curiosity killed the cat. But no warning was going to keep Leticia away from the mines. What was the harm in a little look around?

At first, the smell was annoying at best. But no matter how much she held her breath, whatever was in the air was still reaching Leticia. And that feeling in the back of her head was familiar. An itch that came right before she lost control. A feeling too close to the one that had sent her spiraling into a panic on stage.

She couldn’t do that here, she couldn't do that again. Leaving Wicked’s Rest and starting over? There was no place else that Leticia could disappear into. This was it. The last stop. If she went anywhere else, how would her mother find her when she finally came home?

Leticia’s feet started moving at the same pace as her facing mind. And just as quickly, she had run into the woods. A familiar scene was replying in her head. Fleeing from New York. Transforming. Loss. Every sound and smell was overwhelming, but the crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs pulled her focus. “Who’s there?” She called out, a drop of desperation in her voice. “I can hear you!”

Funny how a bad smell was perhaps the first thing to really make him think of turning around and leaving town. The thought didn't linger for too long, mind you. But the stench did start to feel horribly inescapable this past week or so. It felt like it clung to Luis' nose just to torment him anywhere he went and tainted the taste of food and drink as it did so. Whenever it seemed the humans around him no longer smelled it, he found himself quietly cursing his own sense of smell being so much sharper than theirs.

Tonight, the mingled, though distant, smell of both the Death Pit and the foul stench of the mines had found their way into his normally safe bedroom, leaving him unable to sleep and instead wandering off towards the pines in search of a hopefully quiet and most importantly untainted place to at least sit down.

By no fault of his own, his plans would change drastically.

As Luis wandered, countless unspoken frustrations bubbled to the surface of his mind. And it felt like the smell was only getting stronger.

The next thing he knew, he realised that the jaguar was no less agitated about it all than he was. Maybe?

By the time he'd quite realised his tight grip of self control, held for years and years and well trained as it was, had slipped, his mind was growing a bit more distant and hazy.

Alongside, his skin was by now coated in a layer of fur, and sharp fangs dug into his lips where he nibbled at them in a nervous habit.

Maybe he would have welcomed it as familiar and comfortable, had it not scared him. Terrified him even.

What if someone saw him like this? Why had he shifted without thinking about it? And why couldn't he stop it and just shift back now?

He found himself briefly thinking back to what he'd overheard from behind closed doors as a kid. That his affinity for spending his time half-shifted might mean he was a danger to everyone.

And that was the last thing he really thought about before the complexities and overthinking of his mind slipped out of his grasp.

What had been something inbetween feline and human morphed the rest of the way to a large spotted golden cat. Foreign to a land so far north. All instinct, driven by all that same frustration, fear and shame, some of which he couldn't grasp or explain now even to himself.

Restless could barely begin to describe how the jaguar acted now, trotting and galloping in bursts between the tall thin trunks of pine trees. Uninterested in mice or hare, but the scent of a person proved ample to catch his attention.

Cautious still, perhaps. He moved slower now, stalking towards a scent that was so so vaguely familiar.

Not slowly enough to avoid being heard, clearly.

The pine forest offered little cover.

The shouting would be answered by a growl, and a short roar. A fairly universal signal of 'get out', under threat of a charge from where the cat stood half-crouched, eyes trained on Leticia.

The shape of the stranger came forward into the small clearing in the woods, and Leticia was hit with a wave of familiarity. She couldn't place it, but as the balam gained more power over her body and control slipped through her fingers like fog that couldn’t be held, the smell grew stronger. It wasn’t her mother; it wasn’t her father, but it was someone.

Leticia brought her hands to either side of her head, gritting her teeth as the pounding in her head got louder and harder. The warning growl of the other balam did nothing to calm her racing mind. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, thinking of music and melodies, anything to calm herself down and give her a new focus. The thought of music coupled with the balam clawing its way to the surface - her only thoughts were of New York.

The grief of her father, the isolation she had forced herself into because of the threat, the humiliation of exposing her form like that on stage - she blinked. And she was gone.

In Leticia’s place was a jaguar, black of color, the same coat as her father’s. The spirit’s eyes made contact with the other, claws digging into the ground, marking it as hers. Growling low in response, the spirit circled the other. She had been here first, the growl reminded. They should be the one leaving. As she walked in a circular pattern, she slowly got closer. Silently demanding for the other to yield first.

The golden jaguar showed no sign of backing down, the proud creature that he was. Gold and obsidian fur was parted in places with scars, marks of old encounters that had stayed even when the body had changed so dramatically. Mirroring the other's motion slowly, waiting for the opportunity to strike and force the intruder out.

But there would be no fight. The two weren't alone, evidently. The snapping and crackling of footsteps across the forest floor was proof of that - as did the human exclamation that came from the same direction. There was no good reason why a mighty beast should care so much for something as common and fragile as a human, but amidst the jumble of emotions in the jaguar's mind was still fear of them. A sense of great danger.

Leaving his rival alone, he'd instead leapt suddenly for the lone human behind himself with a furious roar.

Watching as the other moved, the dark jaguar stilled when the sudden noise interrupted their dance. Her head eyes moved from the other to the human that now entered their area, and in the intensity of the fog that clouded her mind, there was no protective spirit to be seen. Instead, there was anger. She moved forward, roaring at the other, demanding to be heard. To be respected. This was her home, and she had no intention of sharing it with another.

The invading human was of little consequence. She lunged as the other jaguar did, not aiming to kill, but to wound as a warning. It wasn’t about saving the human, the low growl that she released in response to the human screaming was proof enough of that. This was about proving a point. This was her forest. Her humans. Her home.

The golden jaguar was caught off guard by the attack, lashing out with claws with reckless abandon to fight off the temporarily ignored rival.

There was something more important. He needed to chase the human before it could get him killed.

Worrying about how to communicate the danger properly would normally be far from consideration.

Why would a jaguar need to make such things understood to another, not even one of close family?

But then again, his body had also found itself shifting already. Rather than a whole feline, he now moreso resembled a strange almost human-shaped creature. Like a jaguar version of a sun bear.

Just enough for Luis' human mind to creep back in faintly.

The jaguar, however, did not feel so keen on backing down from the fight outright. Leave he shall, but not as a coward.

The jaguar took the attack with pride, thrilled at the newfound attention. This was a fight worth having. This was what they were looking for in the trees. The human was still stumbling through the brush nearby, but the jaguar had one focus in mind. There was territory to be protected, she had never had to share before, and the other felt invasive.

But the other started to shift, the jaguar lowered her head to the ground, her eyes focused on the partial creature. A low growl emanating from the back of her throat, a warning once more. Was this supposed to be a surrender? She huffed loudly, annoyed that the fight was seemingly over before it began. Even the bear had more bite than this other jaguar.

The desire to not harm the other jaguar grew stronger, meshing together with the opposite instinct to fight in self-defence and for pride into a confusing, muddied mess of emotions. Frustration, aimed inwardly, bubbled to the surface.

All the while, the physical signs of this struggle were clear - the almost jaguar shook itself before aiming to spring forward, only to instead leap sideways. Its form was unstable, failing to settle between returning back to fully jaguar and shifting to be more human once again.

They'd almost never properly faught for control. Not insofar as they could remember. That quarrel of emotions and impulses wouldn't last very long.

He regained his own proper feline form and lunged forward properly, to grapple head-on with the black feline. Only to seconds later find himself rapidly changing to a largely human shape and freezing in place. Mouth open to shout, though nothing came out.

The other came toward her and for a moment, she was excited. This was what the spirit had wanted. A proper fight to use up the energy that continued to buzz in her mind. The fog at the corner of her mind fed into the craze, propelling her forward as the other jaguar made his move. Preparing herself, she lowered her head to the ground, eyes locked on the other form until it wasn’t.

The other jaguar was replaced with a human figure now, and the balam growled lowly. DIsappointment and frustration thrumming through their veins. She approached the human slowly this time, head still low, ready to leap at the sign of any sudden movements. Her claws would be the last thing this human saw if they continued to toy with her.

Luis stayed rooted in place despite the angry panther's approach. There was no reason to be scared of his own. His mind was still muddled and confused, an urge to snarl back and intimidate was still there. An urge to chase the human from before was still there.

It was hard to gather words together, but he did.

"We have to leave. You have to shift. If they find you here, they will kill you!"

And they'll kill me too.

In a way it was stupid to care, and not just leave for his own safety, or whatever.

It was stupid to yell at someone that, in the moment, was stronger than you.

He still had fangs and fur, and claws, but Luis' ill-advised compassion proved stronger than his self-preservation instinct right now. A fact he now felt both proud and furious at himself for.

The balam paused in her movements, the words weren't recognized by her ear, but the posture alluded to a warning. The other was standing their ground now, and she was left with little more than confusion. A new kind of cloud fogging up her thoughts.

Each step was accompanied with more words that the balam didn't understand. Maybe the words didn't entirely matter? Their intent managed to make their way into the jaguar's mind. Something stirring inside of her that wasn't entirely unfamiliar. Just... unusual.

The other spirit rarely tried to force her way back into control, which made the sensation even more uncomfortable than it already was. It felt less like claws and more like pleading. The balam shook her head, trying to shake the feeling from her mind. But the pressure persisted. And slowly, the balam gave way to Leticia.

It hadn’t really occurred to Luis to question how well a jaguar might even understand his shouting in English. In hindsight he might feel dumb about it, but now, now he stood momentarily convinced it could work.

And he wasn’t entirely wrong. That much was clear when the black jaguar in front of him began to shift. One of their problems was, though only somewhat, resolved.

“Oh, thank gods. Okay. We need to. We need to get out of here. Quickly. We were seen. And I don’t know how long we’re safe here for. Do you have anywhere to go?”

Luis’ tone was fairly flat as always, and his body language didn’t betray much more. But his speech kept pausing as his mind raced. And he started to pace in circles somewhat.

Where were his own clothes, if he had any hope of finding them at all now, for one. The same for the stranger as well, of course. They couldn’t just traipse back into town naked.

The words assaulted her mind before she had time to fully process what was going on. Leticia blinked a few times, the world around her slowly coming into view. Her fingers dug into the ground, trying to center her mind as the balam kept stirring inside her chest. The wind, the grass, the trees — she tried to focus on each piece before standing up.

When was the last time she woke up without remembering how she closed her eyes? The voice cut into her thoughts and Leticia looked toward the man. “Uh,” looking up at the sky, Leticia tried to gauge the directions. Geology, like most sciences, had never been her strong suit. “This way, I think. I’ve got a friend near Darling Lake. She’ll help, she’s—“ Not human, was the first thing that came to mind, but even knowing that this stranger was like her, she wasn’t willing to out her friend. “She’s good. She won’t judge.”

"Alright."

Luis agreed without a thought to the proposal.

Only to then stare down at his arm, still covered wholly by marked fur, the way the rest of him was. What he agreed to caught up to him quickly, and he wanted to take it back. He couldn't afford the risk of letting someone else, another stranger, see him. Not like this. But he'd already agreed, and he hardly had any other choice.

Not like Luis had much of anyone to turn to. For the most part.

"Does she know? You know, about balam. Or should I. Hide that?"

His pacing slowed to a stop, though now he didn't really look at the stranger, trying to be considerate of both of their current circumstances.

Diverting her eyes, Leticia scratched the back of her head. She felt like she should apologize, whatever the balam had done to him had been her as well, hadn't it? But he was like her... maybe she didn't have to say it. Maybe he just understood.

"Her name is Teagan," Leticia offered, glancing in his direction. "She knows about balam, yes. About me." She walked next to him, guiding him in the direction of Darling Lake. "You can hide it if you want, I am not going to tell her, or anyone else." This secret could be between the two of them, though Teagan would likely put the pieces together. "But you don't have to hide it from her."

#while in the fog and still afraid (thread rp)#rhythmicmeow

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nightwingshero · 1 year ago

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🫣🦋🧸 for Ainsley x Carlos?

Thank you, lovely!!!

🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?

Oh definitely Ainsley and Carlos DEFINITELY noticed. Ainsley is very proper and she just...its so funny to watch her get all flustered. It takes her forever just to be able to show her sense of humor, which is very dry. She's not a person that loves to show emotions, she would prefer that you think she's incapable. Its so very proper of her, very British elite of her. And Carlos absolutely gets a kick out of watching her stumble over her own emotions, even though she totally tries to play it off.

🦋: How long did it take them to get out of the awkward early relationship stage? Have they gotten more confident around each other?

It honestly takes them forever and its because of Ainsley. She has a lot of guilt and she isn't at all used to sharing her emotions or being in a relationship. Her fling with Luis was exactly that back in the day, anything with commitment and communication is beyond her expertise. Carlos is very patient though and he can be a joker about it, but honestly he works so hard to help her feel comfortable enough to get to the part where she can be at ease with him, and its so sweet. Once Ainsley realizes Carlos isn't gonna scare easy and that he refuses to leave her in a Carlos-less world, she's far more confident--regardless of how she expresses her emotions. It doesn't matter, she doesn't have to change that about herself to be with him, and that gives her the trust she needs to let him at least see her with her guard down.

🧸: Would they want to have kids together? If so what are their kid(s) like? How are they as parents?

I think at first Ainsley isn't sure about it, but they do at least have one or two. Maybe a boy or a girl, I'm not entirely sure just yet. But I think Carlos would be such a good dad and I also believe that Ainsley deserves the chance of having a family and the happiness that comes with it. She would love the chance to raise kids in the way she wished she was raised--with parents that loved her, even if she's so scared of not being a good mom.

#oc: ainsley spencer #carlos oliveira #resident evil #resident evil oc #ainsley x carlos #i need a ship name for them tbh

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watercolorsinmyheart · 2 years ago

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Descriptions of my Telenovela Characters.

Olivia is 16 years old. She is creative, funny impulsive and sarcastic. Olivia is an aspiring DJ who loves to mix different music genres, she has an incredibly colorful outlook on the world, which inspires her music mixes. She is a bit of a troublemaker and got expelled from her old school due to a mysterious incident that she doesn’t like to talk about.

Camilo is between 15 and 18 years old. He is clever, insightful and profound. He is a bit of a hipster and loves vintage stuff. Camilo is a poet and aspiring writer who shares his short stories on his Tumblr accounts. Camilo is very loyal to Olivia and his quiet demeanor hides a fiery personality.

Julián is 17 years old. He is awkward, clumsy and timid. Julián loves movies and has a blog, where he writes his own reviews. He has a critical personality and has the aspiration of becoming a movie director. He is already on the right path, thanks to his short films that are growing in popularity.

Luis is 16 years old. He is excitable, funny and capricious. He loves to draw attention to himself and entertain others, but unfortunately he often comes off as being extremely annoying. Luis is a genuinely well meaning person and his capricious attitude hides a more timid and insecure personality.

Carla is between 15 and 19 years old. She is non conformist, intelligent and slightly odd. Carla is a girl with very unusual tastes. She doesn’t follow trends and mostly stays on the sidelines, so she can watch the chaos around her. Carla likes to scare people, but she is actually a friendly and cheerful person.

Hugo is between 15 and 19 years old. He is Carla’s twin brother and is just as unusual as her. Hugo is mischievous, spooky and intelligent. He is a huge fan of the horror genre and often dresses up like a serial killer, but he is actually a big softie who can’t hurt a fly.

Irene is 16 years old. She is introvert, observant and attentive. Irene is not really a people’s person, but she loves animals and has even adopted several stray cats. Irene mostly stays in the shadows, but she always willing to help her peers if they ask for it.

Aitana is 16 years old. She is ambitious, confident and stubborn. Aitana is the kind of girl who always gets what she wants and currently it’s her goal is to get rid of Olivia. Aitana and Olivia have an incredibly intense rivalry, but it’s pretty obvious that there are sparks flying between them.

Anthony is 17 years old. He is stubborn, blunt and introvert. Anthony often makes snide remarks about everything and is a bit of a jerk. He is very creative and likes draw fan art of his favorite movies and Tv shows. Deep down he is actually very insecure and vulnerable, but he hides it behind a tough facade.

Romina is 16 years old. She is introvert, deadpan and sardonic. Romina often makes sarcastic comments about her peers, she is the kind of girl, who mostly gets ignored by everyone, but she doesn’t mind it, because she prefers reading over socializing. She seems to be a stoic person, but she is actually much more emotional than she seems.

@weirdthoughtsandideas @assim-eu-sou @putonmyfavoriteshow @countessofravenclaw @ichiro51

#dcla #CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS

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missxnsuppxrt · 2 years ago

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My opinion of RE4 Remake is that it’s pretty good. It had a lot to live up to since 4 is one of my all time favorites. Definitely better than the 3 remake. I have only a few gripes I’ll describe below the read more so spoilers ahead!

As a note on my Hunnigan portrayal, Sally Saffiotti will always be the voice of Hunnigan for me. Her new character model though is superb compared to her old one. A few things will stick with the original canon, nothing too major though.

SPOILERS

ICKS:

They made knife durability a thing and I hate it.

They took out a lot of Hunnigan’s cheeky dialogue like the “didn’t they teach you to pick locks” line or “finally the line’s jack free” and so on. I wish they’d kept that in. It made her feel more like a character instead of a stone monolith Leon just reports to.

Finally! After the fish fight Ingrid finally acts like she gives a shit. However, this would have been a wonderful spot for another Hunnigan cutscene imo. Maybe her trying to contact him is what helps wake him on the boat and then it’s all one neat tidy cutscene. Give Hunnigan more cutscenes CapCom.

Water graphics are bleh. I can see why people were complaining about the rain now. The RE engine isn’t great with water, but the amazing detail on everything else made it stand out.

The whole Salazar intercom system in the castle made no sense. How can he converse with a mumbling Leon through those brass tubes? It made way more sense in the original that he and Saddler hijacked Leon’s earpiece signal while jamming his connection to Hunnigan.

Wesker’s voice was bad. Big dislike. Didn’t sound menacing or Wesker-like in the least.

The end scene when Hunnigan comes through was…bad. Was it supposed to be comedic with him not answering and the whole antiquated “is this thing on” joke? Seems stupid if he wants to get Ashley home. It made zero sense. Also, no telling Hunnigan she’s kinda cute without her glasses? No asking for her number? Boo. Sad day.

PRAISES:

I like the direction they’ve taken with Luis in the remake. He seems way more complex and fleshed out. In the original, he really seemed like the comedic sidekick and nothing more.

Ashley’s AI is sooooo much better and more intuitive than the original. I also like that she’s less shrill and annoying while still sounding legit terrified. I get Ash was scared in the original but it was hard to have sympathy when she’s screaming every five seconds.

I do like that Leon & Hunnigan already have met before the game. The fact that a handler and field agent meet in the middle of a mission always seemed silly to me. I choose to believe Leon still told Hunnigan he thought she’d be older when they first met though. For the giggles.

The Leon v Mendez fight was amazing. Just as creepy as the old one. The one liners were *chef’s kiss*. Favorite one out of all the bosses. The centipede spine thing looks so much grosser (in the best way).

The Ashley and Leon heart to heart was very sweet. It’s interesting Leon says “you can’t run away, you have to move forward” given the mental shit, alcoholism and guilt he goes through later. Rules for thee but not for me, eh, Leon?

Luis’ final scene & the intro of Krauser were so much better than the original. And the Don Quixote references were great all throughout. Funny without being overt. Very good. Once again, this Luis is better than the original imo.

Leon’s little lip quiver after the Krauser fight! My poor baby boy! Let me give you hugs! Such a good detail. Leon’s character model in general is just amazing. I just miss the tiddy strap :/

#ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ finally the line's jack free (ooc)#re4 remake spoilers #tw re4 remake spoilers

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grimmywrites · 2 years ago

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what ya think of the new re4 remake? c:

I love it! (Everything below is the opinion of a nerd who is way too into the RE world, btw.)

OG RE4 is my favorite video game ever, and like many I was worrying over every bit of information we were fed. I didn't expect it would be, but the worry that it would be like the RE3 remake was there. Thankfully, I think Capcom knew they had to do this one right.

For me, the game is 10/10. They really upped the horror, the story, and made the difficulty feel welcome. Great enemies, great use of the cult this time around, and the game is absolutely beautiful. Not to mention the sound design is so goddamn perfect. I also love how the soundtrack is similar to the original with the old leitmotifs in some of the music. I love the addition of requests and the expansion of the maps and the exploration in certain chapters.

As a remake 9/10 - I'm aware this is just because of nostalgia filters. It's only because I have a few problems with some of the characters. While I think the tweaks to the story made it stronger and a lot of the characters are so good (I've always loved Ashley even in the OG but I'm glad everyone is taking to her in the remake), some got a raw deal.

It's a touchy subject right now, and I'm going to state: I don't condone harassment or bullying. I do think you can criticize something without being cruel. I'm not a fan of Ada's voice acting, but I can recognize what the actress was going for. I'll leave it to others to speculate. That being said, I feel like they gave her character a lot less to do. I'm hopeful the Separate Ways DLC fixes that. Krauser is... okay. Just okay. (Which disappoints me as someone who likes the metaltango ship; none of that tension was there this time.)

That being said, I think Nick (Leon's VA) did much better this time around for me. Really appreciated the fine line he played between Leon's depression and his cocky jokes. Luis is great with a correct accent and he's very playful (and all the new backstory for him and his involvement in Umbrella is S tier shit). VA for Ashley is very good. Merchant is CHEF'S KISS, god I loved him, I'd go to the shooting range just to hear him praise me in that accent.

I guess my biggest complaint is the big bads? They just feel so removed from the game. I know it's realism they're going for, but I really liked the hacking of Leon's comms in the OG so we could have conversations with them. It showed personality.

Mendez was... there. Tbf he was there in the OG, too. At least he chased us a bit this time. I hated that I didn't SEE his transformation in his boss fight. He didn't feel like a big threat. (And yes, I missed Leon charge kicking him and getting thrown on his ass, god that was so good.)

Salazar talked at me a few times, but he was so much more of a puppet and tool and thus FUNNY in the OG. I liked how frustrated he got. His remake version, again, is fine. I like that Leon just gets fed up and shoots him all the time. He's at least more present than the other two. The change in his boss fight is good, it has more mobility and I like all the tricks to it.

Saddler is probably my biggest disappointment. I love Saddler in the OG. He has so much personality. He's SO charismatic. He's confident and is a presence from when you first meet him in the Church (and before) until you defeat him in the end. He's in the castle and handles shit himself. He *jokes* with Leon and laughs at him. His fight with Ada in Separate Ways is the hardest thing in the game. I dunno, I'm bummed for him, haha. I think making him this devout cult guy as his defining feature kinda diminished him.

One last thing: I wanted the U3 fight. I'm in the minority, I know. I also know rumors and some of the game's files indicate it might be a DLC thing, but that was the only boss fight in the OG that scared me. It was so different than anything I'd ever done, so I wanted to see how they'd tackle it. All well.

Even with these critiques, I genuinely really enjoy the game. I had a huge smile on my face the entire time. I'm not mad about anything; the changes all worked for a remake and a new generation of people playing it. It's great, no matter these few nitpicks. That's all they are, nitpicks, because the game is spectacular. It's beautiful and it's fun and I really recommend people to play it because this is what a remake SHOULD be.

#lol sorry for the long rant #a little too nerdy when it comes to RE #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 remake spoilers #re4 remake #re4 remake spoilers #spoilers #re4 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #my opinion

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firstaidspray · 2 years ago

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OKAY FINISHED THE GAME. Some thoughts below, spoilers ofc

- Luis was THE BEST. Even better than the original!! He was so funny and snarky and I think it's so funny how much he annoyed Leon LMAOOOO. Also UNTIL THE WALLPAPERS PEEL goddamn

- Also irt Luis- his death can be salvaged!! This moves into my next point which is a personal thing

- So I have an RE4 specific oc named Cereza. She's a scientist who worked on the plaga shit with Luis and fell in love with him there, however she was also in a sorta forced relationship with Krauser since he's the one who started training her to fight "for Saddler" and ultimately inject herself with a dominant plaga alongside him. Her "love" for him was mostly just fear that he'd kill her if she defied him and sexual attraction. Not really true love.

She betrayed him anyway, and often snuck away to be with her true love, Luis. Cereza was also in on the plan with Luis and Ada, giving her an excuse to not inject the plaga and also to escape Krauser.

So with this new Ending for Luis, Krauser being the one to deal a mortal wound, brings in opportunity for Cereza to hate and want to leave Krauser for good. So I think I'll have split timeliness with her- original timeline where she also injects the plaga bc Krauser makes her and becomes a monster which Ada kills, new timeline where she rushes to Luis's aid after following Krauser, and saving him and they live happily ever after bla bla blah. Anyways that's enough of my oc garbage back to the game

- I loved Ada's portrayal, a huge step up from RE2make (I disliked that portrayal of Ada). Also her outfit is now the best Ada look in history. Her voice is also sexy idk why people don't like it.

- Leon and Ashley were so cute, I like their relationship much more here. They seem closer and he seems to respect her more than in the original. It felt like Leon actually cared for her and it wasn't just a mission, where the original made Leon act like Ashley was just a mission objective in comparison.

- MERCHANT MERCHANT MERCHANT. Oh I love the Merchant. Even little 11 year old me was so charmed by him in his original version, and I love him even more here. His lines are so funny and I like the ones that reference the original. I feel you looking at me weird for my little crush on the Merchant. Please. Don't act like I haven't desired worse characters.

- Speaking of, the TREASURES!! Some being in the same spot as the original made me so happy, and I like that we can choose which jewels to inlay in the objects. The new treasures are also very beautiful!!

- Like that we got some context for Operation Javier in game while in original, we got little to no context other than Krauser and Leon were there and Krauser was mad. So I like that we got context and history between them.

- KRAUSER TOOK HIS SHIRT OFF WOOOOOOOO I was sosososo scared they'd hide his beautiful fat tits from us

- Salazar boss fight was SO EASY like the original sucked ass and made me wanna break my ps2 but this one was an improvement. Didn't like human Salazar's design tho he looked like a mean old lady that would yell at me for getting her meds at the nursing home even if she wasn't my assigned patient

- The little side quest things were fun!! I only completed all of the blue medallion ones and most of the rat ones bc I got tired near the end lol but I tried to get as many as I could.

- Ashley's segment was SO GOOD. Actually kept me anxious with those fuckin knights

- The jet ski segment not insta-killing you for hitting an object was a GODSEND, so it was actually very fun this time. Similarly the mine cart segment with Luis was super entertaining!!

- HEY THAT DOG!! The dog was back!! And so cute as usual. I would be pissed if it didn't show up.

- The first time I got game over in the game was when there's the brief pursuer section with Big Cheese and it was because he kidnapped Ashley. The second was because I did not listen to Luis and switch the tracks on the mine cart lmao

- Regenerators were so lumpy and jiggly I couldn't even be scared they made me laugh

- Sad to see some funny things not happen. Like when Leon chokes Ada bc of the plaga I'm sorry that shits so funny. Or the noise that original Garrador made I missed that

And that's all I can think of rn. Anyways 10/10 great remake great game in general 👍

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kerubimcrepin · 9 months ago

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Episode 48 - Role Plays (Part 1)

Joris is such a backstabber for forgetting all about Choupata in the span of two years.

Imagine being a Lady Gaga fan and switching to being a swiftie because you move from one city to another and can watch her concerts more often... 😭

The things he is about to do in this ep physically pain him, but to him, lying to Joris is better than disappointing him.

This has haunted me for a long time. Why exactly did he need to be at the Ecaflip temple?

Is he fulfilling his Dubiously Canon Lance Dur Comic cleaning duties or something??

I feel you, Luis. I don't like bodyswap/disguise plots either.

Presented to you without comment.

They are playing War/Battle, which is a card game typically played by two people, and often times, played by children.

Joris says "Bataille >:3" so cutely... And this implies that Kerubim plays cards with Joris.... I think I hauve covid.

He does act like he just came back from a day long Cleaning Duty that he promised to keep doing for the rest of his shitty life during the Lance Dur comic in exchange for Ecaflip saving him from Cire Momore.

Food moment: Joris has multicoloured, presumably fruit, cereal, while Kerubim has an unidentified fucking bowl of vague fish meat and Bones.

Kerubim's food tastes scare me.

This is a newspaper asset we've seen many times before.

Luis is confirmed to have running water, and not a litter box. I wonder if they have a shower or a bath? Not for Kerubim's usage, of course, but for Joris.

Man, I hope this won't lead to any trust issues on Joris's part in the future. Perhaps even anxiety or resentment. Haha.

I really wish there was more content with Joris and Crocosec. Croco is such a good uncle to him.

Joris and Crocosec: [Incoherent sobbing]

Kerubim: I WAS RIGHT AND YOU ALL WERE WRONG :)

...kill him, Simone. Please.

I'm glad he admits his fault, here.

...I really do like to think that this was him cleaning up after Ecaflip's shitty party, in return for Eca's saving him from Cire Momore in the Lance Dur comic.

That comic doesn't entirely jibe with me, but it's funny, and fits really well at times — especially here.

The gobball says "CH(unholy fusion between O and U)N". No, I don't know what this means either.

Aaand Crocosec is sad, despite being happy just seconds ago. Maybe he liked being a dad. Man.

Part 2 of this liveblog will be, just like with Episode 46 - The Hacienda's Fever, me addressing, like, a single line from the episode, and then going wild with a character analysis.

#ep48 #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #krosmoz #wakfu

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lycheepocketwitch · 3 years ago

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: losing your two closest friends wasn’t a great way to start sophomore year, but the good thing about friends is that you can always make new ones. plus, like the saying goes, “if you love someone, set them free. if they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.”

warnings: implied alcohol consumption, underage drinking, vomiting, use of the expression “social suicide”, allusions to coming out

word count: 9.5k

a/n: we delve more into the cliques in this chapter! just an fiy, some people will fit into more than one clique (like thor and sam) because i feel like that’s accurate to real life cliques, at least in my experience. and you’ll likely disagree with which clique i associated the characters with, but i decided to have some fun with it. also, i imagined the cafeteria to be like the one in high school musical, but with a light blue and grey color scheme.

translation:

pchelka (пчёлки): little bee

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Finding a place to sit in the cafeteria was the last thing you thought you’d have to worry about going into sophomore year. You always sat with Wanda (and at first, Pietro too) in the same area, but now both of them were in the popular kids’ corner and you were lost, probably looking absolutely pitiful just standing there in the middle of the cafeteria.

Sersi would surely welcome you at her table, but she was sitting alone with Dane. You already had to sit through club meetings with Dane making googly eyes at Sersi every time she so much as breathed in his direction. You did not need to subject yourself to that while eating lunch, and you were certainly not going to thirdwheel on your own volition.

If you thought the dancers were too much, then the theater kids’ table wasn’t even part of your considerations. You could hear Kingo and Fandral reenact dramatic scenes from random plays even from the other side of the cafeteria. You would only survive if Loki, the calmer one of the group, was present, but he chose to sit with the emo kids today. And other than Loki and Druig, the emo kids scared you too much. You never knew if they were just being broody at the world or if they disliked your presence.

One of your last options was the brainiacs’ corner, but your sole connection to them, Darcy Lewis (your biology lab partner last year) had decided to spend her lunch with her stoner friends instead and they weren’t your preferred group to hang out with. As attractive as Valkyrie was and as funny as Luis was, you had to sit next to Peter Quill for most of your classes last year and you couldn’t handle spending one more second around him. You were positive that if he asked you another bizarre “would you rather” question (“Would you rather date someone who’s half fish from their waist up, or half fish from the waist down?”) like he did every time he was bored, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from smacking him on the head.

“Oi!” yelled a boy from behind you, making you jump. You turned around in time to see Makkari hit Druig in the chest. “Are you just going to stand there or find a seat?”

“Sorry, about him,” she signed, her features softening when she looked back at you.

“All good,” you replied, shaking your head and moving out of the pair’s way.

Right as they walked past you, Druig turned back around, tilting his head as he asked, “You comin’ or what?” At the incredulous look you gave him, he raised his hand to stop you, “Please don’t give me the ‘me?’ look. You know I’m talking about you. Now, come on unless you want to eat with the stoners and the skaters. I heard Strange and Lewis managed to convince Quill that the gummy worms they gave him are new Lactaid pills in gummy form and he’s going to chug every milk carton he can find.”

You never moved away from their table faster.

“Why aren’t you sitting with your girlfriend? Lovers’ quarrel? Don’t tell me there’s trouble in paradise already?” Druig inquired once you settled down at his and Makkari’s table.

“Wanda and I aren’t dating,” you retorted and couldn’t help the warmth spreading across your cheeks. Why the hell were you blushing?

“I’m not talking about your ex, Lothario,” he scoffed. “I’m talking about Danvers.”

“Carol Danvers?” you asked, dumbly. The eye roll Druig gave you was fair. Which other Danvers would he be talking about? In your defense, the events of the past summer had kind of thrown you in for a loop and you were just now readjusting to your new normal.

You could see why he would’ve mistaken you and Wanda to be a couple. You were inseparable during freshman year, everyone knew that. But Carol Danvers? You ran in two completely different circles.

“Are you not dating Carol?” Makkari asked, or you assumed that’s what she asked. You only caught the negative and dating signs. Fingerspelling was still the bane of your existence, or the speed at which it was executed anyways.

Seeing you shake your head, Druig tsked, “Told you it was a classic case of meaningless high school gossip.”

“Do people think Carol and I are dating?”

“Have you noticed the staring?” Makkari chuckled, subtly pointing to people around you with her chin.

You had been so in your head about the whole situation with the twins that you had only noticed the stares about halfway into 2nd period, and you had assumed it was because you and Wanda were no longer joined at the hip. Now, you were starting to question the validity of your previous assumptions.

“Why would people even think we’re dating?” Unfortunately, the pair’s knowledge didn’t extend that far.

You were nobody next to Carol Danvers, and you meant that in the least self-deprecating way possible. You liked that you could get lost in the crowd. You didn’t have to worry about maintaining your nonexistent reputation. Nobody looked twice as you daydreamed and pretended you were walking to teach your office downtown rather than heading to your first period math class. You were likely one of the last people to be associated with the captain of the basketball team.

You turned your attention to the jocks’ tables where the blonde athlete was sitting on the staircase, leaning back on her propped elbows while she spoke to Okoye. As if feeling you watching her, her eyes snapped to you and before you could look away, she sent you a wink accompanied by a smirk.

“You know, it’s not good to lie,” Druig reprimanded jokingly.

“I’m not dating Carol,” you sputtered, a little louder than you’d intended. You cringed as a few heads turned your way, followed by some snickering.

If someone had told you that this was how your sophomore year would go, you would’ve laughed in their face. Yet, this was just the beginning of your unsolicited and unwanted reputation as the school’s sapphic Don Juan.

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“What about tomorrow before school then?” the blonde girl suggested, pulling your attention away from Wanda and the cheerleaders at the end of the hallway walking in your direction.

You were doing a really poor job at helping this new student out. To be fair, it wasn’t even supposed to be your job. Sersi was the one who had been tasked with welcoming her, but she underestimated how hectic her schedule was despite it only being the second week of school. You weren’t that surprised though, what with the fact that she was the president of the art club, a member of the creative writing club, a reporter for the school paper, a member of model UN, and the historian for the student council. If there was a superlative for busiest student, it would be her.

When you had arrived that morning, the junior student practically collided into you before she frantically explained to you that she forgot she had a meeting with Mr. Heimdall for the mini art gallery. She’d asked you if you had 10 minutes to spare before homeroom and the moment she heard you start to utter out a “yes”, she pushed you into the direction of the administrative offices.

“Sorry, I can’t. I have to spend all my breaks these next two days to help prepare the gallery on Wednesday.”

“Would you be down to meet up a little before school starts or even stay a little later after?”

“I live kind of far…” you winced thinking about waking up earlier to catch the bus, “and after school, I have art club meetings on Wednesday and work on Thursday. I’m free Friday though!”

“Busy as a bee, aren’t you,” Yelena remarked and shook her head, amused. “I can’t this Friday because my parents want to have a family dinner together. They think my sister has been out and about too much and they haven’t seen her all summer.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rubbing your arm nervously. You were really regretting accepting to help Sersi out with Yelena’s orientation.

“Ah, no need to apologize,” she assured you as she waved her hand. “You already told me most of the stuff I need to know. Touring the whole school is a bit unnecessary… and time-consuming if you ask me. I can just text my sister if I need anything, and there’s signs in every hallway anyways. I should be fine.”

Her sister went to this school? To your knowledge, she was the only Belova at SHIELD.

Just as you were about to ask Yelena who her sister was, Pepper stopped in front of you and directed what you could only describe as a fake smile to the new sophomore. “You’re Yelena Belova, right? I’ve heard so much about you,” she drawled.

“I’ve literally just stepped foot into this place less than an hour ago,” Yelena deadpanned, quirking her eyebrows.

“Anything related to Romanoff spreads like wildfire,” she said, to which Yelena stiffened. “Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I heard you also did gymnastics when you were younger, and tryouts for this season passed, but I could talk to coach and I’m sure she’d be willing to make an exception for you just like they did for me and your sister. We’d love to have you join our family.”

Holy shit, you had no idea Natasha Romanoff had a sister. Granted she was quite secretive. All you knew about her was that she used to be a cheerleader, but she was now only part of the dance team.

“Ah so, you’re Pepper. No offense, but what makes you think I’d want to join your team when my sister quit your squad the second you became captain?”

Pepper’s face fell faster than companies removing their rainbow logos the moment the clock hits midnight on July 1st. You heard Mantis and Wanda snicker until Laura nudged them, urging the new recruits to stop before Pepper reprimanded them. To her credit, Pepper pulled herself together almost as quickly as Yelena managed to tear down her confidence. “Well, if you change your mind, the offer still stands,” Pepper said. Whatever else she continued to say was lost on you when you started to focus on Wanda instead.

For the first time since the incident on the first day of school, you let yourself take in the sight of Wanda in her cheer uniform. Your eyes traveled from her bare legs that had gained a tan over the summer, all the way up to her collarbones against which laid her gold and red pendant necklace. Your freshman self was right. Wanda looked damn good in her uniform.

You thought you’d been quick and discreet enough in your indulgence, but Wanda had already caught you red-handed. You quickly averted your eyes to the other cheerleaders, relief immediately flooding your system when you realized everyone else was still paying attention to Pepper.

Ogling Wanda like a shameless and horny teenager wasn’t your best moment, never mind the fact that this was your ex-best friend. The last thing you needed was for the new girl to think you were some sort of perv.

“I hope you don’t undress all the girls you find attractive with your eyes, little bee, because if that’s the case, I’m afraid we can’t be friends,” Yelena commented nonchalantly once the cheerleaders were out of earshot.

“I’m not attracted to her,” you stammered, wide-eyed.

“So, you admit you were undressing her with your eye.”

“No! I–I wasn’t! I just–”

Yelena broke out into a fit of laughter seeing you scrambling to justify yourself. “I like you, little bee,” she said as she regained composure. “I feel like we’ll get along just fine.”

“I’m not sure I like you,” you grumbled, but did a poor job at hiding your lips stretching out into a smile.

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After the emotional turmoil that was the fallout with the twins, Yelena was a breath of fresh air. She was so easy to be around, never failing to make people smile. Very few people could genuinely say they disliked her. She was funny, friendly and warm. Even Pepper couldn’t hold a grudge against Yelena, not when she was the only one who stood up to Brock Rumlow when he made some disgusting comment about her cheerleading uniform highlighting her assets (emphasis on assets).

By the second semester, Yelena was regularly being invited to parties that the popular kids threw. Admittedly, being Natasha Romanoff’s sister helped propel her up the social ladder, but that wasn’t something she was particularly partial to.

“Belova,” Vision called out while Yelena was busy telling Druig why she thought, out of all the possible pairs at SHIELD, they would be the most likely to survive if they lived in a world similar to Minecraft. “Belova,” he repeated and cleared his throat, evidently frustrated. Vision belonged to that group of few people who didn’t get along with Yelena.

“Oh, Vision, hi there,” she said, as if she hadn’t realized he was waiting to get her full and undivided attention. Resting her elbows on the round cafeteria table, she clasped her hands together so she could rest her chin on her knuckles as she waited for him to continue.

Ever since you’d told her about what happened between you and Wanda, she’d grown wary of her and anyone who associated with her. Naturally, when Wanda and Vision started dating shortly before homecoming, her distrust extended to Tony’s younger brother. Even after you told her that this was something you could deal with on your own, Yelena insisted that she didn’t dislike them just because you did. (“I can’t stand them because they… look stupid together,” she’d told you. “He’s so damn tall. Whenever they kiss, he looks like a giant pigeon pecking for food on the ground.”) You didn’t believe her, but you were grateful you had her by your side, even if it was over something petty.

“You’re invited to our Valentine’s party at my house this Friday,” he said and took a glimpse at you as he added, “and you can bring a plus one.”

“I’m flattered, but I’m not interested in orgies,” she replied with a straight face and… did she sign the last part? The giggle erupting from Makkari sitting to your right, as well as her subtle thumbs up, indicated that she did in fact sign that last part.

Makkari wasn’t the only one who enjoyed Yelena’s little remark. Bruce had his head down with his eyes closed while his shoulder shook just ever so slightly. Meanwhile, Rhodey snorted and gave Yelena a look that you could only describe as him thinking “that was a good one.”

Wanda, however, wasn’t as pleased and Vision even less. You noticed his stance falter until Wanda, snuggled under his right arm, placed her hand on his chest and subtly rubbed her thumb in small circles. For some reason, the sight made you want to hurl. You shifted your attention to the jocks’ area where Steve and M’Baku were passing a football between them (you briefly wondered why they kept doing that when a teacher would inevitably tell them to stop because they weren’t allowed to throw balls inside school, outside of the gymnasium).

“It’s not… an orgy,” Vision elaborated, flushing slightly at the mention of such a lewd activity. “We’re just hosting a Valentine-themed party. So, I wanted to come over here to let you know you and your girlfriend are invited.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Yelena scoffed and you didn’t even have to look to know that the newcomers were all staring at you.

“But people said you were dating.”

“Well, those people are wrong. We’re not dating,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“You could still come, Yelena. There will also be singles in attendance and you could meet someone you want to hook up there. Your sister’s supposedly coming as well.”

“Listen, I may not be biologically related to Natasha, but there’s no way in hell I’m hooking up with my sister,” Yelena said, earning herself the same reactions as earlier.

“That’s not– You know what, never mind,” he sighed and started to walk away.

“What? Well, do you still want me to attend your sex party?” Yelena asked, raising her voice as Vision and his friends got further away from your table. Someone howled at her words while Vision just stopped in his tracks and glared at her before continuing to march away. In his escape, you didn’t miss the way Wanda glared in your direction. What did you do? You didn’t even say anything.

Wanda still somehow managed to mess with your head despite having basically cut off all communication since last summer. You hated that you still thought about her every now and then. Sometimes, it was just innocent, harmless, like when you wondered what she was doing that weekend. Other times, you had to actively stop yourself from thinking about how you thought her hair looked particularly good that day and how you wanted to run your fingers through her loose curls.

After this little interaction at lunch time, for the next week, your mind constantly drifted back to Wanda and Vision and how sick to your stomach you felt seeing her all pressed up against him. You had no say in whether or not you approved of Vision as her boyfriend. Even if you had, you didn’t have legitimate reasons to dislike the guy.

As far as you were concerned, he was the “perfect boyfriend” or so you’d heard. Hell, he’d found out from the cheerleaders that Wanda loved romance and chose to give Wanda a big homecoming proposal as an attempt to win her heart (which he seemingly did).

From the moment they started dating, he showered her with gifts. Apparently, he had given her a set of stretch-knit bamboo pajamas when he first slept over at her house because “a princess deserves the best comfort for her beauty sleep.” You had also heard that the Gucci purse Wanda now carried was a gift from Vision after she thought she’d lost her old one (she found it in an old bag about a week later). Then, for her birthday, he’d gifted her a Tiffany’s necklace similar to the one she always wore and that was slowly losing its shine from being worn so often. Beyond the ridiculously expensive gifts, you’d heard about how he brought her on equally lavish dates whenever he could and how he’d stick love notes in her locker every now and then. He also used to drive her to and from school before she and Pietro got their shared car for their 16th birthday last month. He was basically everything Wanda ever wanted in a partner.

You had to admit sometimes it felt like he was more like her bank account or her butler than her boyfriend, but whatever, she seemed happy, which was all you ever really wanted for her. Yet, you couldn’t help the anguish that arose when you saw him lean down to kiss her, when he made her laugh, when he was the one she looked for when she arrived at school. Why couldn’t that be you?

“Oh shit,” you whispered, frozen in place and effectively dropping the sour patch kid gummy back in the bag. Yelena briefly averted her eyes away from the Canadian figure skating duo participating in the ice dancing Olympic event on her laptop to catch your dumbfounded gaze.

“I knew you’d like them!” Yelena cheered, pumping her fist in the air. “Now you understand why I keep telling you that I’m not convinced they aren’t a couple in real life. I mean, just look at that chemistry.”

“That’s not–” you stuttered with unblinking eyes. “I think I like Wanda.”

“Not sure how that relates to Tessa and Scott,” Yelena mused as she paused the video.

“Why aren’t you freaking out?” you squeaked.

“Did we not already know this? I assumed this was common knowledge,” Yelena shrugged, popping another Kitkat bite into her mouth.

“Common knowledge?! You mean to tell me you knew I had a crush on Wanda?”

“Okay, I did not know it was a full-blown crush, but it was pretty obvious you thought she was hot. Do you not remember the first day we met?”

“I wish I could forget that,” you muttered, feeling embarrassed from being reminded about how you were checking the new cheerleader out in front of Yelena. It really wasn’t your finest moment.

“Hold on, if you didn’t know you at least found Wanda attractive, what the hell did you think that was about? Oh, pchelka, please don’t tell me you used to check her out even when you were friends.”

“I did not check her,” you contended. “I mean, sure, I’ve had thoughts about her hair smelling nice. And like, yeah, I’ve always found her hugs to be like a warm blanket. And I’ve also considered her giggles to be one of the cutest sounds in the world, but that’s normal. We had been best friends since we were little. I obviously like her and the little things about her.”

Yelena simply stared at you in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me. Do you hear yourself?”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with what I said,” you claimed indignantly. “It’s just the truth!”

“The gay truth, yeah,” Yelena snorted, and easily caught the pillow you threw her way.

Alright, so you may or may have had a crush on your childhood best friend-turned-enemy, but that was fine. You could deal with a crush. It wasn’t like you were in love with her or something. You’d be fucked in that case, but you could get over your crush. All you needed to do was stop thinking about her that way. And you needed to get over Wanda because there would be absolutely nothing good that could come out of your crush on her progressing into something more.

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You believed getting over would be an easy affair. After all, you weren’t even on talking terms and you never actively sought her out. Then, things started to take a turn.

It was like the moment you realized you had a crush on Wanda, she was everywhere you looked. She was browsing in one of the library aisles the same afternoon that you decided to stay after school instead of going home to study because it helped you focus. She sat in the row opposite yours in one of the computer labs one lunch when you went to finish a project (that was due later that day). You even nearly bumped into her in the art wing of the school once. What the hell was she doing there? It wasn’t that she wasn’t allowed there, but you’d never seen her there and you couldn’t think of a reason why she’d there. Although, you figured that you didn’t know her well enough to know all the ins and outs of her life anyways. Perhaps she did have a valid reason to be there and you were just bitter that she was unintentionally making it harder for you to get over your crush.

How could you move on if every time you saw her, your brain was flooded with thoughts like how the sunlight from the window by which she sat was shining down on her just perfectly and made her look like a goddess. You groaned as you slumped against the locker behind you, your head creating a loud thud as it hit the cold metal door. You had just finished your makeup test for phys ed, having missed the original one because of a dentist appointment (that you may or may not have purposefully scheduled to overlap with the time at which the rest of your class was doing the beep test).

“You okay?” a voice to your left asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck,” you gasped, scrambling to stand up and face… Wanda, of course. “I thought I was alone.”

She nodded and bit her lower lip. “So, are you okay or…?”

“Like you care,” you grumbled, removing your damp t-shirt in favor of the color block long sleeved polo you were wearing earlier.

“I do care,” she mumbled so quietly you almost missed it just like how you completely missed her eyes widened at your half-naked body before they shifted down to the bench instead while you continued to change out of your gym clothes.

“Yeah? Well, you sure have a weird way of showing it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding so broken.

As you looked back at her with one strap of your backpack on your shoulder, you caught those big emerald eyes staring back at you, almost pleading. You wanted to believe her. Crush or not, she was your best friend first. Just because she cut you loose didn’t mean those feelings just disappeared, even after all this time.

“What did I do to make you stop wanting to be friends?”

Had you had this conversation back in October, you would’ve still tried to salvage whatever was left of your friendship. Now, you just wanted closure, to help you move past your friendship and hopefully, your crush. You weren’t sure when the next time you’d get the chance to have a private conversation with her, or if there would even be a next time. This was your best and likely only chance to get closure.

“You didn’t do anything,” she responded and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve said that she looked disheartened to hear you say that about yourself. “You were… are the best friend anyone could ask for.”

“Then what, Wanda?” you asked, exasperated. “I’m getting mixed signals here. One second we’re like two peas in a pod, then you act like I don’t exist, and now you’re being all concerned about me.’”

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what to tell you,” she said, tightening her grip on her duffle bag. She must’ve had cheer practice earlier and took longer in the shower than the rest of the team. Under the open ice blue varsity jacket, you could see the uniform that got you in trouble the first day you met Yelena.

“The truth would be a great place to start,” you said, taking a step closer. For some reason, you expected Wanda to take a step back, but she stood firmly in place.

“I can’t,” she said weakly.

“Can’t or won’t” you challenged, taking another step forward.

“Can’t. Not yet.”

“Then when? If you think I’m gonna be on my deathbed waiting to hear why we stopped being friends when we were 15, then you’re seriously overestimating how much I care about this, about you.”

That seemed to have triggered something in her because for the first time in a very long time, she dared to look you in the eye, meeting your steely gaze with a fiery one of her own.

“Don’t lie. You care about me just as much as I care about,” she asserted, all trace of her previous timidity completely gone.

“Yeah? What makes you think that?”

“I know you,” she simply said, which riled you up to no end.

“You don’t know me, not anymore. You lost that privilege when you chose to leave me behind for popularity and treating me like dirt,” you growled, surprising both her and yourself. You were not the type to assert yourself in conflicts. You guessed getting closer to Yelena, Makkari and Druig helped you grow more of a backbone.

In your endeavor to finally get answers out of Wanda, you had been so focused on the other girl that you failed to realize how close you’d gotten to her. It was only now that you both stood silently facing each other that you noticed her lips being mere inches from yours. As though having the same thought as you, Wanda’s eyes drop down to your lips. You were breathing so heavily, you were sure she could feel it against her skin. If she was bothered by that, she gave you no indication of feeling that way. In fact, you swore you felt her lean in even closer.

Then, a loud bang from behind you startled you, pulling you away from Wanda.

“Wanda! Are you done yet?” one of the cheerleaders, who you believed was Gamora, shouted from the entrance of the locker room, a few locker rows away.

Wanda hastily walked further away, towards Gamora before the other cheerleader could make her way closer and see you. “Sorry,” she said in that sweet voice that sounded nothing like the Wanda you knew, “I was on my phone and got distracted.”

“Were you texting Vis?” Gamora teased.

Thankfully, you didn’t hear the rest of their conversation as they exited the room.

What the fuck just happened?

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You would think that after whatever happened in the locker room, things would change between you and Wanda, but you were wrong. That wasn’t the only thing you were wrong about. Remember when you thought you weren’t in love with Wanda? Yeah, well, you wouldn’t say that you were in love with her, but there were definitely feelings there that exceeded those of a silly crush.

At least, from that day forward, it seemed like you saw Wanda less and less. Perhaps she was making more of an effort to avoid you, but you weren’t complaining. That wasn’t to say you didn’t see her at all though. SHIELD’s campus was not large for that.

You felt a nudge against your elbow. “What did you get for number 6?” Makkari asked.

You flipped the pages of your chemistry workbook until you realized you hadn’t done it yet. You rotated your fist in a clockwise motion on your chest with an apologetic smile, then showed her the blank answer box.

Yelena leaned over to check your progress only to cackle when she realized you were still at the first number, pushing Druig to do the same. “Getting distracted by the cheerleaders, aren’t we?” he teased. “Maybe we should’ve gone to the library instead.”

How were you to know that the cheerleaders were going to be decorating the cafeteria after school to prepare for spring spirit week?

You all went back to completing your homework and you tried your best to focus. Still you couldn’t help glancing back up at the group of girls on the opposite side of the cafeteria hanging up banners, paper streamers and other decorative items. Wanda was really the only one who captured your attention, but it made you feel better to just group her with the other cheerleaders. That way, you didn’t have to face the fact that you were imagining it was your shoulder she was resting her chin against instead of Sharon Carter’s.

Another nudge to your elbow, from the other side this time, pulled you out of your reverie. Yelena raised an eyebrow at you, probably to tell you that you were being way too obvious. She was the only one who knew about your little crush, but you still hadn’t told her about your little moment with Wanda. You wouldn’t know what to tell her anyways.

It wasn’t like you kissed. Though you’re pretty sure you would’ve if Gamora hadn’t interrupted… Right? You weren’t imagining that Wanda had leaned forward. She was totally going to kiss you, right?

Your mind was plagued with those questions the following week as you watched the cheerleaders chant about how the SHIELD Eagles were great while calling upon each cohort to join their cheers. Had you not been so in your head, you likely would’ve joined in on Yelena, Druig and Makkari’s snickering fest. The cheers were so goddamn corny. You felt bad for the ASL interpreter on the side who was trying to match their level of enthusiasm while signing.

You were resolute on the fact that you would rather take the subway to Union Square on the busiest summer day than repeat the pep rally cheers. Yet, Wanda was beaming as she jumped in the air and shook her pompoms. She looked like she was genuinely enjoying this experience. Just seeing her in such a euphoric state made your heart swell and you did your best to fight off the urge to grin at the scene.

Whatever progress you’d made to get over Wanda had been totally erased after your moment in the locker room. The only thing you looked forward to now was for the year to end so you could hopefully regain control over your feelings during the summer.

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“What do you mean the party’s tonight?” Yelena asked with her arms crossed. “Don’t you usually throw your end of the summer party the day before school starts?”

“Maria wants to save the last of the summer just for the two of us,” Natasha explained as she continued to set the bowls out on the kitchen island to pour out all the chips and candy from their bags.

“So, what? We’re just supposed to stay in my room?” Yelena pointed to you and her, and Natasha only shrugged.

“I never said you couldn’t join us. You’re the weirdos who never want to come out to parties.”

“Well, sorry for not seeing the appeal in being pressed up against random sweaty bodies.”

“Lena, it’s fine,” you said, tugging at her forearm and pulling her back towards the staircase, “it’s not like that’s not what we usually do.”

You had spent nearly every day of your summer vacation with Yelena. Your days were mostly spent in Manhattan since there was just more to do in the city than in Westview, but Yelena also got a cranky Natasha to drive her over to New Jersey many times over the course of the summer.

Alexei and Melina loved having you over. Unlike their daughters, you weren’t annoyed whenever Melina told you about her latest idea for a project while you waited for Yelena to get ready to go out or whenever Alexei asked you to come in the kitchen to taste test a recipe he was developing. Granted, you were fascinated by Melina’s job even though you rarely understand all the biomedical engineering jargon she used, and you had yet to taste something bad coming from Alexei’s kitchen. So, it wasn’t much of a hassle to let them indulge in their small quirks. Still, they never failed to remind Yelena and Natasha that “this is how our daughters should behave!”

Though, Yelena couldn’t complain about her parents preferring you over her because it was the same deal with your parents. To say your parents adored your new best friend would be an understatement. Your father constantly asked you when was the next time Yelena would come over so he could show her his latest artwork he’d completed only using stamps. Meanwhile, your mother would steal Yelena away to share yet another old vinyl from her collection that she thought she should listen to when she went home.

After the Maximoff fiasco last summer, your parents felt so helpless, seemingly unable to do anything to get their cheerful daughter back. They were so glad that you found a friend in Yelena who helped you through such a difficult time. They didn’t know the extent to which your relationship with Wanda had become more complicated throughout the year, but that didn’t matter, not anymore because that would soon be a thing of the past. Just a small bump in the road that you’d forget years from now.

In fact, spending the summer with Yelena and away from Wanda was exactly what you needed to get over her. Surprisingly, you managed to never bump into Wanda (or Pietro for that matter) the whole summer. It might have been due to the fact you only really stayed in Westview whenever you had a shift at the diner you started working at. Wanda and Pietro also likely respectively spent most of their days at the Stark mansion in Midtown and the Bartons’ apartment in Bedford-Stuyvesant. So, there were very few opportunities for you to run into either of them, which you were thankful for.

Once you’d go back to school, things would probably be different. With Makkari finally agreeing to get on the track team, you would likely see Pietro whenever you went to support Makkari at track meets. Wanda still being a cheerleader meant that you would likely also see her around a lot based on the happenings of the previous year. However, after a whole summer apart, you didn’t expect that seeing them again would affect you the same way it did last year.

What you probably should’ve expected though, was that they’d show up to Natasha’s party and you’d come across at least one of them much sooner than you’d anticipated. While the popular kids often threw house parties, attending those were highly recommended if you wanted to stay up to date with all the happenings at school. However, there was a list of parties, according to Yelena, that if you missed, it was the equivalent of social suicide. And Natasha’s end of the summer bash was on that list.

“Whoever is in charge of the party playlist needs to be fired,” Yelena groaned, falling back on the mattress.

“Please, Lena, if you were the one who curated that playlist, it would’ve only consisted of 90% Lorde and Adele songs.”

“What’s wrong with Lorde and Adele?”

“Nothing, if you want to cry and or have an existential crisis,” you retorted while laughing at Yelena’s appalled expression. You then got off her bed to stretch your legs. It was now well past 10 PM and you’d spent the past 3 hours huddled up in Yelena’s bedroom. The last time you’d seen the outside of this bedroom was when you went to collect your pizza order right before Natasha’s first guests arrived, and your bladder was screaming at you to go to the bathroom.

The moment you stepped out of her bedroom, you were assaulted with the sound of the bass vibrating through your whole body. How your classmates hadn’t lost their hearing was beyond you. Though, if you were being honest, your hearing had probably also been damaged from the countless hours you spent with your earbuds playing music a little louder than you should.

You rearranged your shirt in the mirror after being done with your business and just as you shut off the light as you exited the bathroom, you caught the weight of another person colliding into you.

“You can’t be up here,” you repeated one of Natasha’s only party rules (the other ones being: don’t break shit and don’t puke on shit) until you realized it was a very intoxicated Wanda in your arms.

“Oh, hey sunshine,” she slurred, albeit it with a very goofy grin.

“Sunshine?”

“Yeah, you know, ‘cause your favorite color’s yellow,” she explained, only maintaining her balance thanks to the death grip she had on your arm. “Bathroom downstairs’ busy. Help me to th’bathroom?”

You barely made it inside and Wanda started to empty her insides. You managed to redirect her head to the toilet bowl, but you already had some vomit on your feet. At least, it wasn’t as bad as Wanda’s skirt (or the floor).

“Wait,” Wanda rasped, grabbing your forearm when you started to leave her side after rinsing off your feet in the shower, “don’t go.”

“I should go get your boyfriend,” you explained, but that didn’t seem like the right thing to say judging from the way she cringed at the mention of Vision.

“Stay? Please?” she pleaded, those doe eyes enticing you once more to cave into her request.

“I’ll help you clean up,” you relented.

Cleaning up Wanda’s vomit off her skirt and the floor of Yelena’s bathroom was not how you envisioned one of the last days of your summer vacation, nor was bumping into Peter Quill on the way out of the bathroom with Wanda in tow.

“Oh, hey there–” he started, but stopped when he spotted who was following you out. Just your luck, right as there was a lull from the current song having ended and the next one being queued, he yelled out, “Holy shit! Wanda, you’re a lesbian, now?”

At the same time, Yelena exited her room, wondering what all the commotion was about. You could see the questions brewing in her mind as she took in the scene, but she quickly gathered herself and shoved him back in the direction of the stairs as she told him that he couldn’t be up here.

“Come on, I just need to use the bathroom. The one downstairs has been occupied for like ages,” he said. Yelena was having none of it and continued to block his way as she descended the stairs, pushing him to do the same. Peter being Peter, though, had to have the last word and from the bottom of the stairs, he shouted, “I totally knew you two were a thing! Good on you for coming out as a lesbian Wanda!”

Well, if your classmates hadn’t heard him the first time, they definitely had this time.

“You don’t have to go back down there,” you said, already sensing the dread building up in Wanda’s body. Turning around, you were faced with a much calmer Wanda than you had anticipated.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she claimed with very little conviction.

“You’re not intruding,” Yelena said as she finally made her way back up the stairs. “We’re having a Twilight movie marathon. So, you only missed the first one and the first half of the second movie.”

Accepting your offer to join you was easy for Wanda. Swapping her off-the-shoulder top and her skirt that was still drying for your PJs was even easier. It was only after putting on your sweatshorts and your Frank Ocean t-shirt that she asked you what you would be wearing to sleep. You assured her that you wouldn’t be sleeping in denim shorts and would just borrow Yelena’s clothes.

For some reason, your answer did not appease her and even seemed to bother her more. You started to doubt whether this was a good idea seeing her so upset. Sure, you felt bad about her being sick and then having to deal with Peter’s untimely interruption, but you weren’t friends. While you weren’t necessarily on bad terms anymore, you certainly weren’t on good ones. You weren’t even on speaking terms.

Your worries all faded away the moment the three of you settled back on Yelena’s bed. Wanda gradually shifted from stiffly sitting cross-legged beside you to relaxing and mimicking your lying position on her back to watch the movie being projected on the wall.

Having already watched all five movies with Wanda when you were still friends, you had proposed this movie marathon because Yelena had revealed that she had yet to see one installment of the iconic vampire/werewolf franchise. Yet, not even 20 minutes after you’d resumed watching the second movie and the sounds of Yelena’s soft snores could already be heard from your left side.

You turned to Wanda only to see that she had followed in Yelena’s footsteps and was fast asleep. Chuckling to yourself, you went to turn off the laptop and projector, allowing the moonlight from Yelena’s second-story window to be the only source of light in the room. You carefully climbed back into bed to lay down, the absurdity of being sandwiched between your ex-best friend and new best friend not being lost upon you.

Your mind started to wander to the events of tonight that might have led Wanda to be sleeping next to you right now, with her head gently nuzzling into your side and stopping when you lifted your arm up for her to comfortably rest her head on your chest. Given that the only times you had ever seen her drink was at BBQs her dad hosted where she was allowed sips of wine, you didn’t know if Wanda was usually a big drinker. The thought of her always getting this drunk was concerning to say the least. Although you didn’t get along with the popular kids, they were not ones to peer pressure others into drinking, not with Pepper around anyways. She was notoriously protective of her girls, and she got along well with the captain of the football team. So, anyone who made her girls uncomfortable would be taken care of by some of Steve’s friends on the team.

You knew you shouldn’t be mulling over the events of tonight, worrying about a girl who didn’t think twice about abandoning your friendship, no less. Still, as you observed Wanda’s sleeping form, a serene look on her face despite everything that happened earlier, your heart ached at the possibility that she had gotten that intoxicated because she resorted to drinking an issue away.

In a moment of weakness, you pressed a soft kiss on her forehead before you let yourself drift off to sleep.

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Going back to school for your junior year was uneventful and you had nothing to worry about.

That was how you wanted to describe your first day back at SHIELD, but the universe decided that that would be too boring and had to ambush you (quite literally) with your least favorite blonde giant pulling you backwards with one hand on your shoulder, almost making you fall.

“What the fuck?” you yelped, pulling your headphones off and letting them rest around your neck.

“Sorry,” Vision said, looking genuinely apologetic because he clearly underestimated the strength of his grip, but whatever remorse painted his face was soon replaced by anger. “You better watch out, Casanova.”

“You’re the one who pulled me in your way, what?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You waited for him to elaborate, but he just stood there glaring at you.

“You gonna tell me what you mean or do you just want to create traffic in front of the staircase?”

“What have I ever done to you?” he asked, pulling you aside to have a more private conversation (or as private as the streets of Manhattan could be).

“You know, this would go much smoother if you gave me some context.” Seriously, was this guy incapable of giving cohesive answers? You did not want to be the one correcting his reading comprehension quizzes.

“I’m talking about Wanda!”

Oh right, Wanda… Wanda, his girlfriend who was all snuggled up next to you just two nights ago and who disappeared before you and Yelena woke up. (The next morning, Natasha informed you that Pietro had checked in on her after he heard what happened with Peter and drove her home.)

“Nothing–”

“I just don’t understand where it all went wrong. One moment she seems super happy with me and the next she wants to break up and won’t explain why,” he rambled on to you as if you were his therapist.

Hold up, Wanda had dumped Vision?

“I still don’t see how I’m involved in all this,” you said, hating the part of you that felt elated over hearing this news.

“You’re the reason she broke up with me!” he exclaimed, frustration and desperation evident in his wide blue eyes. “How else do you explain her sleeping with you at Natasha’s party?”

What in the world was happening? This was not at all how your first day back at school was supposed to go.

You didn’t even get another word in to explain yourself before Wanda showed up and pulled you away from her boyfriend–no, ex-boyfriend. What was with people pulling you in every direction? Sure, your overalls were reminiscent of an American Girl doll, but they didn’t have to manhandle you.

“I told you to not make a scene, Vis,” she hissed. “We’re over and there’s nothing you can do about it. Threatening people won’t make me want to get back together with you.”

“I did no such thing!”

“He didn’t,” you confirmed and received a head tilt and a raised brow from Wanda. Alright, wrong move. “Okay, look, as fun as this is. This seems like a couple’s thing, so I’m just going to go,” you said, pointing in the opposite direction and leaning your body away from them.

“No, you’re involved in this too,” Vision said at the same time as Wanda clarified that they weren’t a couple anymore. Just as you took one step towards the stairs, Vision’s hand reached forward to pull you back again, but he never made contact as Wanda put herself between you two. With her palms against his chest, she shoved him backwards, making him stumble back before he fell back on concrete. Whether Wanda managed to make him fall out of pure strength or if Vision just had a weak core didn’t really matter. There were enough people who saw him groan as his ass hit the ground.

“Don’t you dare lay your hands on her,” she scowled. You thought you heard a “holy fuck” in the distance, and “holy fuck” indeed.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that this altercation landed you in Principal Fury’s office, you would’ve been quite impressed. Scratch that, you were definitely still impressed. Was it wrong for you to feel a little attracted to Wanda in that situation? Probably, right? She had just harmed another human being, and if your mother taught you anything, it was that violence was a big no-no… But damn! It was all fun and games until you found yourself in detention on your first day back at school.

Fearing that putting the three of you in the same room so soon might cause another fight, Vision would have detention tomorrow while you and Wanda had to stay in detention today. Fortunately for you, Mr. Talos was the teacher supervising detention, but he forgot about his meeting with the drama club and there were no other teachers available. So, he apologized hastily and let you two off the hook because he knew “my star student Wanda probably had a very good reason to hit that Stark boy. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

Perhaps favoritism wasn’t so bad after all.

“Have people been talking about you today?” Wanda asked once Mr. Talos had left the room.

“Maybe a bit more than usual,” you shrugged, not really seeing why Wanda was suddenly so interested in talking about gossip. Being entangled in an unintentional (well unintentional on your part) love triangle fight was bound to make the rumor cycle, especially because Wanda and Vision were involved.

“They always talk about you?”

“I’m not a Kardashian, Wanda. I don’t think people don’t always talk about me,” you snorted. “I guess today was a bit different though. When I hear people talk about me, they’re not usually saying that I forced you to break up with Vision or that you cheated on him with me,” you said, unable to stop yourself from chuckling at the ridiculousness of their speculations.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice full of sorrow. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“I didn’t think you did,” you replied, sympathetically. In all honesty, it was hard to ignore whispers about you in the hallway. Wanda undoubtedly had to go through a similar experience today, and there was no need for her to feel guilty over something she had no control over on top of that.

You took Wanda’s silent nod as a sign that the conversation was over and hauled the straps of your backpack on your shoulder to leave. You only made it a few steps outside of the algebra classroom until Wanda called out your name. You halted in place, expecting her to tell you that you left a notebook or a pencil behind. However, the apprehensive look on her face told you she had much more to say.

“I need you to know that I’m sorry. Not just for what happened today. For everything,” she said with her eyes full of determination.

“Does this mean you’re finally going to tell me what happened last summer?” you asked without any malice.

“I’m not sure I can explain it properly,” Wanda winced, likely feeling like she was just echoing a similar explanation she had given you a few months ago.

You let out a short sigh in disappointment, but the overwhelming sense of bitterness was absent this time around. You gave her a nod of acknowledgement of her apology, but nothing more. “I’ll see you around Wanda,” you said.

“Wait!”

“Look, Wanda, unless you can give me an actual explanation, there’s nothing else to say. You apologized and that’s fine. We can go our separate ways, pretend two nights ago didn’t happen and go back to not talking to each other. You can even keep my clothes,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t want to pretend that night didn’t happen. I don’t want to go back to just not talking to each other. I can’t tell you why, but… I can show you,” she murmured the last part as she reached forward to hold your hands.

Suddenly, you felt like you were back in the locker room. Wanda was leaning forward once more, but with a new air of confidence. You let your eyes flutter close and this time, the thud of an opening door never came. Instead, you felt the softest lips press against yours while the scent of her strawberry and mint shampoo mixed with her perfume invaded your nostrils. You felt like your mind was going into overdrive.

Wanda Maximoff just kissed you. Holy shit.

For a moment, neither of you said anything, just letting yourselves digest what had just happened with your foreheads pressed against one another. The only sound that could be heard was the low hum of the flickering fluorescent lights above.

“Vision wasn’t totally wrong. I don’t know how he figured it out, but you were the reason I broke up with him,” she confessed. “I never should’ve said yes to Vision… It was unfair for me to date him when my heart already belonged to you.”

“You like me?” you asked, unwilling to believe that your crush that you’d spent so much time getting over was apparently requited after all.

“A lot,” she confirmed. “I know I should’ve told you sooner, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I was scared? You know how people are here.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty accepting,” you said. You had yet to hear someone say anything derogatory to your face or behind your back about your sexual orientation.

“But they talk. So much,” she countered. You still weren’t quite sure how that stopped her from telling you the truth, but you could tell she still wasn’t ready to divulge all that.

“Okay, so, what now?”

“I’m not sure. I didn’t think this far ahead.”

“Well, what happens when you close your eyes and imagine what we do next?” you asked, taking her hand in yours.

“It’s silly…”

“Humor me.”

“We kiss again,” she confessed with a blush on her cheeks.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you replied with a smile.

“Really?” Wanda asked and her eyes lit up like the 4th of July. You started to lean in as an answer until she pushed back ever so slightly, panic washing over her face. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You seemed like you knew what you were doing earlier,” you said teasingly, which earned you a light punch on the shoulder.

“I meant dating, you goofball.”

“We don’t have to date if you don’t wan–”

“I want to,” she asserted. “I want you, more than anything in my life.”

“Good because I want you too,” you replied, grinning.

“Even if I’m not ready to tell others?” she asked, her words swimming in insecurity. You weren’t keen on being Wanda’s secret, but you also didn’t want to lose her again.

“I want you, Wanda,” you repeated and placed a kiss on her forehead.

There was still so much you needed to unpack, but you would figure it out. All that mattered right now was that you got Wanda back.

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