#luis being scared of the can is so funny

[kradnie]

my dog and my friends dogs with beverages for scale

[yurozo]

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.

[lafleshlumpeater]

Luke Castellan x Daughter of Dionysus reader? The show version of Dionysus was funny and I just want to know how the whole interactions would go

i loved this request, thanks sm for sending it in!! i actually haven't watched the show, so if this is inaccurate i'm v sorry </3

warnings: mentions of eating and drinking (no alcohol), fem!reader, established relationship, mild PDA, nickname

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Your boyfriend lovingly nuzzles his nose into your temple from where he's sitting next to you. “Your dad is giving me looks,” he whispers. Your lips pull upwards at Luke’s antics, rolling your eyes and looking over at your father at where he’s sitting next to Chiron. He’s trying to be subtle, you’ll give him that, but there’s nothing implicit about the way he’s eyeing your boyfriend in an attempt at being suavely menacing. With his leopard- print shirt, pot belly and an aluminium Coca- Cola can he’s gripping so hard it’s beginning to crumple, it’s not working.

You take a bite into your wrap. “He is.”

“He’s scaring me.”

This elicits a snort from you, choking slightly on a cucumber chunk. “Luke Castellan, one of the most intimidating campers at Camp Half- Blood, is scared of my dad? The god of wine?”

Luke whines in protest through a sip of water. “Yeah, the god of wine. Imagine, if, like, he got drunk and… I don’t know, whacked me around the head with a baseball bat.”

You snort. “What? Babe, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know your name.”

Your boyfriend pouts. “That makes me feel so much better.”

“Baby.” Luke rolls his eyes playfully, relishing in the banter the two of you have managed to maintain throughout your relationship. But his momentary glee is cut short when he realises Dionysus has risen from the table, disposing of his empty can and making his way over to where the two of you are sitting. Panicked, he nudges you.

“He’s coming,” Luke indiscreetly whisper- screams, as if you hadn’t noticed already.

“Relax, nothing’s gonna happen,” you murmur back. You were sure of it. Mostly.

“Luis,” your father greets, suddenly next to the two of you. Luke swallows, afraid to correct him. You’re milliseconds from letting out a laugh aloud.

“Dad, it’s Luke.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Yes. Lucas. That’s what I said.”

You can’t help but purse your lips, both from suppressing an entertained chortle and half in contempt for your father’s annoying penchant of feinting at carelessness for every camper who wasn’t you. Honestly, you were surprised he didn’t give you the same treatment sometimes.

“Well, Lucas, it has come to my attention you are dating my daughter.” He nods towards you; you cringe. If he was about to give Luke the ‘take care of my daughter or else’ talk, you were going to run away and never come back.

Luke nods, gulping. “Yes. Sir.”

Trying to save him and yourself from embarrassment, you intervene. “Dad. Please.”

“Oh no, no,” he insists. “I just wanted to have a quick word and say that… the two of you look quite happy. And I’m proud of the two of you.” He turns to the shell- shocked boy beside you. “But I have to mention, young man, if anything changes-”

“Okay dad!” You shoot him a ‘please stop’ look disguised in a beaming grin which he’s on the receiving end of too many times to be oblivious to. “Thank you! You can go now!”

Finally, he wanders off again, muttering under his breath. You catch little of it, something about how ‘teenagers nowadays’ and ‘so ungrateful’.

You turn to Luke; he’s already looking at you with an incredulous look on his face. “What… just happened?”

Like a ticking time bomb, your laughter finally escapes, Luke quickly joining you.

Dionysus looks on, back in his seat next to Chiron, hiding a satisfied smile behind a glass bottle of Coke.

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BBQ and Fireworks

Damian's POV

I groan as the sunlight slips into Y/N's and my bedroom. Y/N groans lightly beside me as she pulls the blankets over her face.

"Who turned on the sun?" y/n whines.

I chuckled, "I think her name is Mother Nature," I said, ducking under the blankets. She turned to look at me. "I know she can be a bitch. But we better get up." I pressed a kiss to her forehead as she rolled to face me. She buried her face into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Why couldn't she leave the sun off a little longer?" she whines as she buries her face into my chest and wraps her arms around my torso.

"You have never been a morning person, y/n," I laughed lightly, kissing the top of her head as I rub her back.

"No," she pouts into my chest. "Besides, we didn't get home until after one."

I chuckled lightly. "I know," I said as I buried my face into the top of her head after placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Maybe we can catch a few more z's in."

"That would be nice, but we do have to continue the story," she murmured into my chest.

I chuckled more as she lifts her head up. Her chin resting on my chest "You're enjoying this walk down memory lane huh?" I asked pressing a quick kiss to her lips. Her grin told me everything I needed to know.

"I mean we have so many stories to share. Of course, some of them are more just for us like the scare we had in 2005" she says as I see the worry pass over her face again. "Of course you were there for me, but," I place a finger to her lips, hushing her.

"Shh. I know. And okay, so our lives would have been different, but honestly, amor, it would never change how much I love you. So we would have been parents," I shrug lightly. "And I probably would have been a bouncer or something along those lines." I reach up, brushing the hair from her face as I press another kiss to her lips. "Do you wanna talk about it? It might help.

Tears fill her eyes as she shakes her head 'yes'. "It might help," she murmured softly.

"Okay, so we talk about it. What do you want to talk about?" I asked, shifting to my back while still holding y/n close.

"Luis. I-no. I would have made sure that you continued your dream. Just because I would have been expecting doesn't mean you would have had to give up your dream," she said as she nestled into my chest.

"Babe, do you remember how I struggled while I was independent?" She nods. "I would have needed a steady income, and being away from you while you were expecting? No bueno. I wouldn't have done it and couldn't have done it." My hand instinctively moved to her stomach and rested on it. "You would have been expecting my son or daughter."

She tilted her head up, resting it on my shoulder. "So if I had been expecting a child, what would you have wanted? A son to carry on the Martinez name or a daughter?"

I chuckle lightly, "I don't know, but either way, the baby would have been a piece of you and a piece of me." I smile as my fingertips ghost over her stomach. "Y/N, I have been in love with you since I was seventeen. Had we created a life on June twenty fifth two thousand and five, I would have been over the moon."

She blushes lightly "But still I would have wanted you to continue your dreams of being a wrestler," she rolled to her stomach. My hand naturally rests on her ass cheek cupping it "Had we been expecting a little one we would have figured it out because I'm pretty sure your family and mine would have jumped in to help."

"I'm sure they would have," I smile. "Especially mama. She's already an amazing grandma to Tanya's kids. So no doubt she would have been a wonderful grandma to our child. It's funny, you know, nearly twenty years later, I still remember what was running through my mind as we waited for the results of the test."

"What was that?" y/n asked as she rested her cheek on her hand that was on my pec. She looked up at me. "Because I had some thoughts that weren't panicking."

"A few things. I did imagine dropping to one knee right there and asking for your hand," I said "That's one I regret just not doing even though the test was negative. I should have just asked you to marry me that day," I smile as I move my hand to the small of her back. I caress her lower back with the side of my thumb.

"I would have said yes by the way," she informed me.

I felt my cheeks warm, so I knew I was blushing. "I know that now. Back then, I was so scared, I would screw something up that I didn't. Anyway, I also sat there thinking if I was going to be a daddy, I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else but you, y/n." She smiles softly.

"And I wouldn't have wanted to be a mommy with anyone else but you, Luis," she smiles reaching up and cupping my cheek.

I took her hand in mine, kissing the palm of it before lacing our fingers. "But had we been expecting a baby, I imagined a little girl with your smile and your kind green eyes. I know she would have had me wrapped around her little finger, much like you do." I press a kiss to her pulse point on her wrist.

"I could picture a little boy. He would have your grin and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and be like you in every way possible. And much like you do, he would have held the key to my heart," she said, looking at me as she moved up, pressing a kiss to my lips. I wrapped my arm around her as she held my face. I deepened the kiss.

Y/N moves on top of me, breaking the kiss. She looks into my eyes as she tucks her hair behind her ear. She bites her lip as I cup her cheek. She nuzzles against my hand.

"Te amo mucho, mi esposa hermosa." I said as tears sprung to my eyes.

"Te amo mi maravilloso esposo," she whispers before pressing a kiss to my lips. I ran my fingers into her hair as I deepened the kiss. She broke the kiss a few moments later. "What would you think if we tried for a baby?"

"At forty-two?" I asked as I saw the tears spill over and down her cheeks.

She nods slightly "If you don't want to," she whispers lightly "I mean," I stop her by kissing her and cupping her face.

"I would love nothing more than making and having a baby with you," I said "But is it safe?"

"We can talk with my gynecologist," she said as she lays her head down on my chest as she continued to lie on top of me. Her head on my chest as I absentmindedly play with her hair.

"We can," I said "But when?"

"I can call and make an appointment to see if it's safe. To see if I can carry to term," she murmured as she absentmindedly drew hearts on my pec.

I smiled softly. "Then once we get the green light?" I said.

"If we get the green light, we start trying. If it doesn't happen," I felt her lips curve into a smile, "It's not a bad thing because making love is our favorite pastime anyways."

I laughed heartily. "I mean you do have me there," I said.

She picked her head up. A smile spread across her face "We could always just practice too," she giggles lightly as I brought her to my lips.

"No time like the present to start practicing," I said intertwining my fingers into her hair as the kiss turns passionate fast. Our tongues twisting and turning together.

She broke the kiss, sitting up on her knees on either side of my waist. She smiles at me as she crosses her arms to take off her shirt. Then we hear a crash and swear words drifting from downstairs.

"That didn't sound good," she said looking at me.

I agreed, and we both got up, racing downstairs, taking them two at a time. We ran into the kitchen. I stopped Y/N from running by throwing my arm out to stop her. Our glass-top kitchen table was shattered into a million pieces. Demi stood there in shock, panting her face, while Matt stood with an equally shocked expression, a frying pan and food at his feet.

"What the fuck happened?!" I asked.

"I had made breakfast and was putting the frying pan onto the table. The handle broke and down it went. It hit the table and the table imploded," Matt explains.

"No one was hurt?" asked y/n.

"No we are all good. Dogs are in the living room eating their breakfast," said Demi "And we will replace the table."

"Don't worry about that right now," I said "We have to clean this mess up," I gesture as I push y/n behind me "Let's go get dressed and some shoes on."

Y/N nodded before Demi held up a hand. "Wait!" she exclaimed.

"What?" I asked.

"This won't affect the barbecue story?" she looked like a little kid who was just told they were on Santa's naughty list.

Y/N began giggling, making me chuckle. "No. We promise. It will be a little delayed today," I said, turning and ushered Y/N forward by the small of her back. "Vamos, amor."

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After cleaning the kitchen and making sure all the glass was cleaned up, Matt and I took the base of the table out to the garage. I had talked to my buddy and he said he would be able to fix the table. Since the base is intact, he would look for a glass top first thing Monday since today was a Saturday.

"Okay," I said as we all sat around the media room. Luckily, y/n had some TV trays so we could eat breakfast, which y/n ordered from hers and my favorite little cafe. They had stellar smoothies and some pretty amazing breakfast pizza. So as we settled in to eat that, we figured we would begin the story: "Now the barbecue was held at my Pops' place."

"Yeah that's why the Fitzpatricks weren't invited. Pops never liked them," y/n added as she grabbed my smoothie, taking a quick drink from it. I raised an eyebrow and she grinned at me. She knew full well that grin could allow her to get away with anything from me.

We had soft music playing in the background. (I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons by Nat King Cole serenaded us.

"Ironically, this song is what woke us up that Sunday, July third, two thousand and five," I said.

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Sunday, July 3, 2005

(I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons woke y/n up first. She sighed contently beside me as I was awoken by a gentle kiss to the cheek. I smile as my eyes flutter open. They fell to y/n and she smiled at me.

"Buenos días Luis," she said softly as I reached up, tucking her hair behind her ear before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Buenos días y/n," I said cupping her cheek as she nuzzles into my hand.

"Your pops is playing Nat King Cole again," she said, moving closer to me.

"Yeah. It's Sunday. Easy listening morning," I said as she snuggled into me.

"Can we get up and dance?" she murmured into my chest.

"Where? Here?" I asked stupidly.

"No, Luis, on the roof," she giggled as she pulled back to look at me.

I chuckled, "Okay. Stupid question. But yes," as I moved to get up. I stood and held my hand out to her. "¿Puedo tener este baile?"

"Sí," she smiles as she takes my hand and gets out of bed. I spin her to me and we begin dancing. "This is such a pretty song."

She looks up at me. Our eyes meeting and the world stood still as we danced to the old standard. As the song turns to The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra. Y/N grins as I continue to dance with her.

"One more dance," I pout.

"Okay," she said as I attempted to do a spin forgetting about the rug by my bed. We got tangled in it and we both fell to the bed with me on top of y/n. Y/N began giggling as she looked up at me. "Smooth move Martínez. What do you call that?" she teased me.

"The um uh," I stutter as This Guy Is In Love With You by Steve Tyrell started. I blush as she cupped my cheek. Her eyes meeting mine.

"It's fine," she whispers as she nuzzles her nose against mine "But um maybe you should get off me now."

"Oh. Right," I blush as I quickly got up.

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After dressing, we came downstairs to the melodic melody of Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley.

Pops was busily making salads for the barbecue.

"Hola Señor Martínez," y/n smiles as we walked into the kitchen.

"Buenos días chicos," he smiled as At Last by Etta James began.

"Is there anything we could help with?" I asked.

"Yes. Wrapping the silverware in a napkin," he nodded to the table where red, blue and white silverware and napkins sat along with an empty stars and stripes basket.

"We can do that," y/n smiles as we walked over to the kitchen table. I held a chair for y/n as she sat. "L-O-V-E" by Nat King Cole began as I slipped into the chair beside her. "Señor Martinez?"

"Yes y/n?" he asked.

"What started easy listening Sundays?" she asked.

Pops chuckled, "It actually started with Luis's sister Tanya. When she was really little and sometimes wouldn't go down for her nap, Diana and I would play all the old standards and easy listening songs. It continued with Luis for the first few months of his life until he, Diana, and Tanya moved back to Puerto Rico."

"Oh," y/n looked like she shouldn't have brought it up.

"Don't worry about it y/n," I whisper.

"Luis is right. Don't worry yourself. I just continued it to soothe my soul," said Pops.

"Mama actually did it in Puerto Rico too," I said as "These Arms Of Mine" by Otis Redding began. "Probably what started my love of music."

Y/N laughs lightly, "How do you go from Otis Redding to Metallica and Killswitch Engage?" she asked, looking at me.

"I still love the standards. I just happen to be a metal head," I explained as my hand brushes against Y/N's as we put a set of utensils and a napkin in the basket at the same time. I blush as "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" by Paul Anka began. Y/N quickly looks away as she started her next set of utensils.

"We can change the music," offers Pops "I know you brought some cds."

I looked over my shoulder at Pops, feeling both thankful and a bit shocked.

"Señor Martínez y-y-y-you don't have to do that," stammers y/n.

"I don't mind," he smiles as he goes to his CD player. He took out his CDs and placed in some of y/n's that Misty had burned for her. He pressed the button and the tray slid back into the machine. This I Promise You by NSYNC began. He smiles at us, "Oh this is pretty."

Y/N blushes lightly as I looked at her with a smile "Um it's This I Promise You by NSYNC," y/n smiles "It's actually one of my favorite songs."

"Well I like it," Pops proclaimed.

I looked at Pops and he smiled at me. He mimes to me to ask y/n to dance. I mouthed no to him. He persisted and again I mouthed no. He gave me a stern look as 'of course' y/n's song from when she was in love with the boys from Boston, Please Don't Go Girl by New Kids on the Block began. Pops again gestures for me to ask y/n to dance. I concede.

"Y/N would you dance with me?" I asked.

Y/N is a bit taken aback. "Now?" she asked.

"Hey. We danced upstairs to Nat King Cole," I said.

Y/N blushes lightly "I remember," she whispered.

"Come on. Dance with me," I nudge her lightly as I stand offering her my hand as she already owned my heart.

She took my hand and rose to her feet. I walked her to the middle of the kitchen where there was room. I took her into my arms.

"Remember us doing this at thirteen?" she asked as we sway to the song. Every once in a while I added a turn.

"We were practicing for our first boy girl party that was happening for Angie's fourteenth birthday. And we knew there was going to be slow dancing," I smile.

"I think we were both nervous," she said as I looked down at her.

"I got a secret," I whispered as she raised an eyebrow.

"And that is?" she asked quietly.

"I'm as nervous now as I was back then," I admit as I'll Be Loving You (Forever) by New Kids on the Block began.

She smiles softly as she cups my cheek and caresses it gently with the side of her thumb "Don't be nervous Luis," she murmured quietly "It's just me."

"That's why I am nervous," I said, my emotions choking me.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because you are you," I said.

She stood on tiptoe, cupping one of my cheeks while kissing the other as 'My Favorite Girl' by New Kids on the Block began making y/n giggle.

"Misty really found New Kids on the Block, huh?" she asked.

I chuckled and nod "Yeah she did," I said spinning her as we dance to the faster pace song.

"But we should probably finish the task your Pops assigned to us," she said, touching my bicep as 'Since You Walked Into My Life' once again by New Kids on the Block began.

"One more dance?" I request.

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"Hold on," said Demi making Matt groan.

"What?" I asked.

"What happened to your Pops during this time?" asked Demi.

"Well actually.."

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"Sure," smiles y/n "Is that okay Señor Mar-Luis where is your pops?"

I turn and Pops had disappeared as had the salads he had been making.

"I-I-I honestly don't know," I said "POPS?!" I call out. He reappears from the backyard.

"Oh. There you are," said y/n "Once we finish the utensils is there anything else we can do to help?" she sat before beginning to

"Is everything okay?" he asked. "You two look shaken up."

"We are fine. We just were confused as to where you went," I said.

"Sorry I didn't tell you two. It's just you two look so cozy and sweet dancing and talking, that I didn't want to disturb you," said Pops.

"Well thanks Pops" I said with a smile "We did have fun dancing."

Y/N smiles softly "We did. And reminiscing," she said looking at me.

"Plenty of reminiscing," I said, as "I Can't Do It Without You" by Joey McIntyre plays.

"I definitely love walks down memory lane, especially when it's with you," y/n smiles softly at me as "Walk Me Home" by Mandy Moore begins to play, and y/n starts singing the song softly. I don't think she was even aware.

Pops raised an eyebrow but a soft smile forms on his face. He looks at me "You might want to help her," he gestures as y/n was wrapping the utensils while y/n continues to sing. He raised an eyebrow because I was just so enthralled by y/n singing I forgot what I was doing.

"Oh. Sorry y/n," I said as I quickly said "I Got You Babe" by Sonny and Cher began.

"No worries. I got you Babe," she playfully nudged me as we began singing along to the song.

"I forgot how fun singing with you was," I said, smiling as Y/N glanced at me when "Who Needs The World" by Nick Carter began. My eyes met Y/N's, and we both gulped. Y/N was the first to break eye contact.

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"How my heart didn't leap from my chest at that moment still amazes me," admits y/n. "Because those lyrics, holy fuck, they encompass us."

I nod "So did the next song that started right after," I said.

"You mean 'Heart Without A Home (I'll Be Yours)'?" asked y/n. "Yeah. Most definitely."

"I'm looking up these lyrics!" said Demi pulling out her phone as she quickly types 'Who Needs The World'. She read the lyrics her mouth moving as she read them.

Y/N and I grin at each other as "I Got You" by Nick Carter starts at our place, as Demi continues to read lyrics for 'Who Needs the World' and 'Heart Without A Home (I'll Be Yours)'.

"Wow. These lyrics are you," she said looking at us as she realized a song was playing "But not as much as these do."

"Demi. Matt. Welcome to our Road Trip playlist. Y/N literally sat making the playlist on Spotify a couple of weeks ago, when we stumbled upon the CDs while we sorted through stuff," I laughed.

Demi's mouth drops. "Wait, so the music that's been playing is the CDs Misty made for your road trip?" She asked.

"Yes, because it was literally the music we used for the barbecue. Should we skip ahead slightly?" I asked, "because getting things ready was basically uneventful after that little realization."

"Please? Listening to you talk about rolling utensils was boring," said Matt, as Demi was quickly opening Shazam to find out the next song.

Y/N and I glance at each other because we knew we would get.....

"HOLY FUCK!!! TWO BECOME ONE?! MISTY WAS TROLLING YOU BEFORE TROLLING WAS A THING!!" exclaimed Demi loudly, making y/n jolt slightly.

"Way to startle half of your storytellers and me," said Matt as he jumped too.

"Sorry y/n," said Demi.

"No te preocupes, hermana," smiles Y/N as she stood. "Babe, you wanna start the next half while I go to the bathroom?" "You Make Me Smile" by Jennifer Love Hewitt began.

"How about we take a small intermission?" I suggest "We all could use a bathroom break and stretch break."

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After about ten or fifteen minutes we all reconvene in the living room. Y/N had made up a snack tray and brought in ice water with lemons and strawberries in it.

"Made a snack and water with lemons and strawberries," y/n smiles as she sat the tray down onto the coffee table.

"Gracias mi amor hermosa," I said as y/n sat beside me. I kissed her cheek.

"De nada mi mundo," she said, kissing my cheek. As Matt grabbed a plate, he took some crackers, cheese, and meat from the tray before pouring some water for Demi and himself.

"Now back to the story," said Demi as she plated some snacks for herself.

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The barbecue was just starting. My Pops was manning the grill while my sister and her boyfriend helped him. Mama and my stepfather were putting the drinks on ice while y/n and I greeted guests as they arrived and directed them to the backyard.

"You look radiant,” I told y/n. She wore a blue jean skirt, a white sleeveless shirt with red trim and blue stars. She also had white platform sandals. She had her hair in a ponytail, and in it, she wore a red, white, and blue ribbon.

Y/N blushes lightly as we sat on the front porch waiting for the guests that were slowly trickling in. Friends from the neighborhood, friends that are more like family, etc.

"Gracias Luis,” she murmured lightly as she looked at me “You look,” she eyes me up and down “Te ves muy caliente,” she smirks.

I swallow hard while blushing. “Gracias, y/n,” I said. She winks at me as Charlie walks up with a watermelon. "Resist it,” I smirk at y/n.

“Hey,” smiles Charlie as y/n gives him a smile, and I can see her wanting to say something before y/n takes the watermelon.

“I carried a watermelon,” y/n giggles as she passed me as I quickly tap her ass and Charlie raised an eyebrow at me a smirk on his face as y/n walked into the house.

“I saw that!” chuckled Charlie as You Make Me Smile by Jennifer Love Hewitt drifted from inside.

“Saw what?” I asked innocently.

"The ass tap. So you finally got a set, and told y/n how you feel?" said Charlie as he leaned against the banister of my front porch, folding his arms. He chuckled lightly.

“No. I don't have those types of feelings, Charlie. Y/N is my best friend. That's it,” I said as 'Crush' by Mandy Moore was floating out as Y/N walks back out. I smile brightly as she sat in my lap.

“Charlie, take my chair. I have a seat in Luis's lap,” she said as she draped her arm lazily around my neck.

Charlie chuckled as he pushed off the banister and sat down in the chair that was occupied about two minutes earlier.

“Thanks, y/n,” he said as he gave me a look, while y/n was singing the song directly to me.

“You’re welcome Charlie. Where’s Cammy?” asked y/n as she giggled as the song ended.

"Working at her parents' bodega,” he said as My Girl by The Temptations began and I absentmindedly started singing.

Y/N smiles down at me as I kiss her shoulder and sing it to her like I did when we were thirteen.

“Uh huh,” mutters Charlie as he sits back while Bianca brings us three beers.

Bianca and he exchanged looks as I was signing 'My Girl' to y/n, who smiled softly and caressed my cheek. As 'Shape of My Heart' by Backstreet Boys began, y/n started singing, drawing my attention to her.

“Charlie, let's leave the lovebirds alone,” said Bianca as we both looked at her.

“We aren't lovebirds!” we said together.

“Jinx. You owe me a soda!” y/n giggles, making me smile as she doesn't miss a beat saying what we would as kids when we parroted each other.

“I do,” I said, “but you two have it wrong.”

“Exactly. We're best friends. Do we have a flirty relationship? Yes. But that's where it ends,” said Y/N as "It's Gotta Be You" by Backstreet Boys began.

“Exactly,” I agreed. Obviously, we were both conveniently leaving the elephant out of the conversation. That a week ago we had slept together and, well, just about three days ago we were going to sleep together again, had my Pops not interrupted us.

“Okay,” said Charlie, and Bianca.

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A few hours later......

The sky was beginning to be painted by dusk. Pops turned on the lights over our backyard patio. Y/N and I were seated together on the outdoor wicker love seat. Charlie sat in one of the matching chairs, Anson in the other matching chair as Bianca, Salvatore, and Jaymes sat on the matching sofa. We were talking while the rest of the guests mingled with one another.

“I still can't believe Angie and Georgia are getting married tomorrow,” said y/n as she raised her beer bottle to her lips, and took a hearty drink.

“Neither can I,” I said as I draped an arm across the back of the love seat, when "When I Found You" by Britney Spears filled the air. “About time.”

Charlie, Bianca and Salvatore exchange glances with one another. Bianca smirks at Salvatore before they both dissolve into giggles. Jaymes and Anson look at one another and Jaymes shrugs.

"Anson. Jay. These three lunkheads,” I gesture to Charlie, Salvatore, and Bianca, “are probably thinking my time would pertain to y/n and me because they're convinced we,” I indicated y/n and me, “are in love with one another."

“You’re not?” asked Jaymes, which sent Charlie, Bianca, and Salvatore into a fit of laughter.

I rolled my eyes at the three laughing hyenas “No,” I said as convincingly as I could “Just best friends. Right, Squish?”

“Right,” said y/n as she looked at me out of the corner of her eye. I don't think either one of us even bought that weak argument as "You Got A Way" by Shania Twain began. Y/N started singing along with the track. The entire party stopped what they were doing and gathered around us.

She had the entire party's attention as it really seemed more of a duet than Y/N singing along with Shania Twain. I was, as always, mesmerized by Y/N. The song ends and the entire party applauded. Y/N looked around and quickly hid her face into my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her.

“Y/N, you can really sing,” Mama offered.

Y/N turned her face towards Mama. “I-I-I,” she stuttered, “can?”

Mamá nods. "Of course. You have a beautiful voice. Would you maybe sing another song? Charlie can play guitar,” she said.

Charlie nods, “Yeah. Luis, can I borrow your acoustic guitar?” he asked.

“I-I-I,” Y/N held tightly to me.

“I don't know, mamá. Y/N is shy,” I said, trying to help her out.

“Y/N you don't have to sing if you don't want to,” says Pops and she gives him a grateful smile.

“Pops is right. You don't have to do anything you don't want to,” I said, my arm still securely and protectively around her. She looked up at me, her eyes almost pleading that I don't let go. I gave her a reassuring look that I had her back.

"Stay by me?" she asked, sitting up and focusing on me. I nodded.

“Siempre,” I whispered, holding up my pinkie.

“Y para siempre,” she whispered, linking her pinkie with mine.

I rested my forehead against hers. If there's any doubt amongst anyone at the party about our affection for one another, it would have been definitely out the window with this display.

“Remember,” I cupped her cheek and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You don't have to do it,” I looked straight into her eyes.

“I know,” she murmured as she cupped my cheek, “but I will as long as you are at my side.”

“I won't budge,” I said. “Come with me to get my acoustic guitar.”

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Upstairs......

“Now remember,” I reiterated as I opened the guitar case, “you don't have to sing for everyone.”

“I know, Luis. But,” she hugs my arm, “if you stay by me,” her arm snaked down mine before she intertwined our fingers, “and hold my hand, I will.”

I smiled before kissing her forehead. “If you asked me to dress like a bee and buzz around you to make you feel at ease, I would. You know that,” she nods as she hugged me. I wrapped her in my arms, holding her close.

“Then,” she said, pressing a quick kiss to my lips, “let's go back to the party before everyone gets the wrong idea.”

I chuckled, "Good thing you chose a neutral-colored lip tonight,” I teased, “or people would know you kissed me.”

Y/N giggled before pie-facing me, “Dweeb,” she teased.

I grabbed her hand, kissing her palm. “But I would not mind,” I explained, kissing her softly on the lips. I pulled back as her eyes fluttered open, our eyes meeting once again. “But before Mamá and Pops start looking for us.”

She giggles as I shut the guitar case, relocked it, and grabbed the handle in one hand and Y/N's hand in the other.

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Back downstairs......

I hand Charlie my acoustic guitar case. He quickly opens it and takes out the guitar. He tunes it before he looks at y/n.

“What do you want to sing?” he asked, looking at y/n as we sat back down on the love seat. I took her hand, lacing our fingers.

“Remember. I got you,” I whispered to her as I pressed a kiss to her temple. She gives me a small smile. Our eyes meeting and our unspoken bond practically screams to each other.

“Do you know Sweet Kisses by Jessica Simpson?” she asked just looking at Charlie.

“No. But I can look it up on a laptop,” he said.

"Let me grab mine,” said Salvatore as he ran down the back steps and hopped the fence that separated Pops' backyard and the Ottomano's backyard. He got back about two minutes later, handing Charlie the laptop. “Here, Charlie.”

“Thanks, Sal,” he said. “What’s the song again?” he asked y/n.

“Sweet Kisses by Jessica Simpson,” y/n said and Charlie quickly types it in. So he could have the cords.

"Whenever you're ready,” Charlie smiles. Y/N nods and Charlie began playing and y/n began singing. I looked around. She commands their undivided attention.

She has her eyes closed as she sang but she held my hand none the less. I guess for comfort and confidence.

I lean over and whisper "You good?”

She nods as she opens her eyes as the song wound down. Everyone applauded.

“Encore?” Bianca begs.

Y/N looks at Charlie and he shrugged "It's up to you," he told her.

Y/N smiles before she looks to me and then back at Charlie “Dreaming of You by Selena.” The gasps from the guests made her bite her lip "Maybe. Maybe. Um.”

“No. Please sing it,” said Tanya" I honestly think you could do it justice.”

Y/N looks at me and I nod "Yeah. I think you can,” I smile.

"Okay,” y/n nods looking at me before turning to Charlie “Dreaming of You,” she told him confidently. He didn't have to look those cords up he knew them.

"Whenever you're ready,” he said.

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded at Charlie. He began playing and Y/N began singing. The guests were all slack-jawed as Y/N turned to me. She was singing to me. At that moment, no one else existed. It was Y/N and me.

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"And now it's your wedding song,” cries Demi.

Y/N smiles before looking at me “That song played a significant role in our lives. I couldn't,” she smiled softly taking my hand “we couldn't not have it as our wedding song. Because it's our song.”

" Yeah it is,” I said kissing y/n's forehead “It's our forever song.”

Y/N smiles as tears fill her eyes as I Could Fall In Love by Selena filled the house “Kinda like this song too,” she smiles as she kissed my lips “I'm never gonna let you go Luis.”

“Good because I'm never gonna let you go,” I said cupping her cheek as I rested my forehead against hers "But we should finish this story.”

She giggles as her eyes shimmer with tears “Yeah,” she murmured against my lips.

We settle back into the sofa.

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At the end of the night, y/n and I sat on the roof of Pops's place; we had crawled out of my bedroom window and sat there. The barbecue had finally ended, and everyone had gone home or to watch fireworks.

Y/N laid her head on my shoulder as we watched the fireworks from the roof.

"You good, Squish?" I asked, kissing the top of her head.

She nods gently, "Yeah, Pookie, I am. Why?" she asked.

I shook my head “No reason. I just know you stepped outside your comfort zone today. Sure you played Sandy in Grease Junior year but you couldn't see everyone while on stage,” I said.

She hugs my arm as she rests her chin on my shoulder as she looked at me "I had you at my side,” she said as she leans up kissing my cheek “With you. I can conquer anything.”

I turned to look at her. I kissed her forehead before resting my forehead against hers. Our eyes meeting “Ditto,” I said. She blushes lightly as our lips hover near one another.

She cups my cheek as she nods. I press my lips to hers before wrapping my arms around her waist as she wraps her arms around my neck.

The make out session turns heated quickly. My lips move from hers down her cheek down her jawline to the curve of her neck. She moans as she tilted her head allowing me more access to continue my assault on her neck. My hand cups her breast. Making her moan even more. Her arms moved from my neck as her hands pressed into my chest. Her one hand moving down my chest and to my abs.

“Luis. Make me feel loved,” she breathes out as I continue leaving a nice bruise on her neck. I pulled from her neck and looked at her. My eyes wide as she lifts her head to look at me "Did you hear me?!”

I nod, "Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked.

" Yes fuck me into oblivion,” she said cupping my face and pressing her lips to mine.

We quickly stood and climbed back into my bedroom. I grabbed her and pressed my lips onto hers. Moving her backwards towards my bed. I pushed her to the bed. She looked up at me with lust filled eyes. Her chest heaving already. My growing erection stretching the fabric of my boxer briefs and basketball shorts.

“God, I want you so much,” I said with a low growl.

“Then take me,” she said, as she moved up my bed, as her eyes never left mine.

I smirk as I climbed onto the bed. I crawl towards her as she moves up the bed until her head hit the pillows. I hovered over her as she wrapped her arms around my neck as I lean down pressing a smoldering kiss to her pouty lips. She quickly returned the kiss as our hands roam each other's bodies.

Breaking the kiss I sat up and remove my t-shirt. She bit her lip as her hands caress their way down my chest. Stopping at the waist band of my shorts. She moved them down off my hip. She licked her lips as my dick stretched the fabric to my boxer briefs. Pre cum already marked a spot on them. I got them off the rest of the way and kicked them to the floor.

"You're far to clothed,” I said grabbing her shirt and tearing it in two. Her eyes met mine. She smirks.

“Someone is very very eager,” she said as her hand grazes my dick. She raised an eyebrow as her hand slipped into my bixer briefs and she pulls my dick out and began stroking me. She sat up and moved me to a laying down position.

She positioned herself between my legs before taking my boxer briefs off. She tossed them behind her. She took her tattered shirt off and flung it away from us. She moved off the bed and she rid herself of her skirt. I watched as she moves the straps of her bra down before she unhooked it. She covers her breasts before dropping the material from her hand. I lick my lips. My chest rising and falling quickly. I watched as she removed her lacy boy short undies. She stood before me in all her glory.

“Fuck,” I breath out as she moves onto the bed. She knelt between my legs. She took my dick into her hand and began slowly pumping. I groan as my head sank back into the pillow. My hands gripping the bed sheets. I watched as she moved down taking me into her mouth. Her mouth and hand working in sync with each other as she gave me a blow job. “Aww fuck y/n. That,” I grunt as I thrust my hips up driving myself deeper down y/n's throat. Surprisingly she took as she continued to give me the most amazing blow job. Her head bobbing and her tongue expertly licking me as her hand strokes what she couldn't fit into her mouth “Y/N I'm gonna cum!” she removed her mouth from my dick “What are you doing?” I breathe out.

"Getting a condom. Your pounding my pussy,” she purrs as she leans forwarded pressing her lips to mine and I can taste me on them. I watch as she grabbed a box of condoms from her bag “These are new. I just bought them,” she tossed the box onto my chest “Roll one on and fuck me into the mattress.”

I growl as I opened the package and took a condom out. I quickly opened the wrapping pulling the condom from it. I slipped it onto my dick before grabbing y/n and throwing her to the bed. I hover over her as my hand slowly massages her clit. She bit her lip as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I insert a finger into her pussy making her gasp “Luis,” my name falling from her lips in a breathy moan. I smirk as I insert another finger and thrust. She is whimpering beneath me as I insert my ring finger. Her pussy sucking them in and grabbing hold as I thrust into her. “Lu-is,” she grunts out. Her hips thrusting into my hand “I'm going to cum!” she cries out as I removed my fingers from her pussy. Her eyes are blown as she looks at me.

I lined myself at her entrance and offer just the head of my dick. She adjusted to me quickly as I slowly slid into her. One quick thrust and I'm into her fully. She let out a loud moan and I began moving my hips. Her hips thrusting up and meeting mine. The room is filled with grunts, moans, and slapping of skin as I did a I was asked and pound into her pussy.

“God you feel so good!” I grunt as I thrust into her.

“Fuck,” she bit her lip “God Luis. That feels good!”

The dance continues for a few minutes more. Before one final thrust and I was filling the condom with my seed. I let my dick go limp before pulling from her. I tied the condom and went to throw it out in my bathroom waste basket.

I walked back out before laying beside y/n in the bed. I wrapped my arms around her. Kissing her cheek.

“Now that, I'm definitely going to remember,” I said as she placed her hand over mine, lacing our fingers as I covered us.

“Me too,” she said as I slipped my arm underneath her head. She moves in close to me. She yawns lightly.

“But now we should get some sleep,” I said and she nods in agreement.

“We do have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,” she murmured as her eyes grow heavy with sleep.

“That we do,” I said as I slowly followed her into slumber.

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Demi sat across from us. Her jaw hanging opened “And that was?” she asked.

“One hundred percent true,” said y/n.

“Holy fuck,” said Matt.

“And it was also the last time until ten months ago,” I said.

Y/N nods “Yes. Although I do remember every small detail of that one,” she said smiling at me with a small yawn.

"Me too,” I said yawning myself before kissing her forehead “What do you say we call it a night?”

She nods sleepily “Sounds good,” she said.

Demi yawns herself “Yeah. Next up the wedding!” she cheers sleepily. Matt chuckled.

We called it a night and all went to bed. Walking down memory lane has been fun and I was kind of sad to see this chapter end with the wedding.

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Saudade [LEON S. KENNEDY X LUIS S. NAVARRO]

oh man, i never posted a fanfic before. im SCARED.

english isn't my first language, so i apologise for any errors in advance. and PLEASE correct me so i know better in the future!<//3

ngl it's a teensy tiniest little bit out of character, i got too silly

ion even ship them but i thought this would be really fun to write

word count - 25k

cw - COVID-19 is actually a B.O.W. (😭), mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, kidnapping, vulgar language, umbrella sucks ass, bad worldbuilding, sort-of coming out on both parts, fluff, angst if you squint, i forgor that benford kicked the bucket in 2013 so pretend he didn't 🙀 i already resurrected luis + re6 storyline is trash let's ignore it for the sake of old man yaoi

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This time, it can be different. It has to.

That is exactly what Leon told himself so many years ago before being sent off to rescue Ashley Graham. True, it sure was different. Nothing in his life could've prepared him for such an awakening, for having sunshine gently cascade over his face just for an eclipse to come moments later. Nothing could've prepared him for the harsh drop that left him chilled to the bone, blinded, and lost.

It's not as if he never loved before per se, he's had his fair share of flings - more or less serious. He's never been in so deep, though. He's never been one to believe in feelings to develop so quickly, either. Or rather, he didn't let himself get those feelings to bloom. Too risky to even think about it. Potentially harmful to himself and the other person. Forget it, Kennedy.

He knows there's more to life than just what he's grown to get accustomed to over the years. The stench of blood and gunpowder was practically undetectable to his nose at this point with how often he's caught onto it. It felt as if any firearm he got his hands on was molded perfectly for his callous palms, it felt natural. And yet, he knows this isn't it. This isn't what life is about, it's not about ending other beings for the sake of saving more. "Saving the world by destroying it, ain't that backwards?" is what he said to someone years ago as well. Goodness, it's been so many years and they're pouring through the cracks of his fingers. They're slipping away faster than his sobriety with every sip. Where did the time go...?

The agent sat there on his bed, right at the coffee table. His hand felt glued to the shot glass, the back of his throat beginning to burn more and more with the sting of pure vodka. He didn't even bother to buy his favourite booze, brandy, he didn't feel particularly deserving of a decent treat. If anything, he was miserable. All the years went by faster than the shots he's been downing for the past hour. While he isn't much of a lightweight, his head was fuzzy. All Leon wanted right now was to never leave his own eerily empty four walls anymore. He didn't want to bother, he just wanted the world to shut off.

And just when he was about to pour another round, his phone rang. The blonde groaned, his brows furrowing. He reached for the beat up device, checking the caller ID.

Hunnigan.

"Great," he rasped out, mumbling quiet expletives and then taking a few deep breaths. He knew better than to be impolite to his fellow support agent. She wasn't at fault for any of this madness anyway. She was just there to team up with him, and he had no business in having her deal with his low humour.

Clearing his throat, he finally picked up and hesistantly raised the phone to his ear, speaking in a groggy voice.

"Hey there, long time no speak." he tried to sneak in a chuckle, but all that came out was a short, wheeze-like scoff. The last mission he's been assigned to was maybe a month ago, and they hadn't spoken since.

"Really funny, Leon." the woman chided him in her low voice, although her retort held a hint of fond amusement. Despite everything, she cared for him like a friend would, professionalism aside. Speaking of which, she cleared her throat and forced herself to talk about what was at hand.

"Listen, there's something brewing. It isn't looking so good. It's-"

"No shit, Ingrid." he cut her off, his voice more impatient. He mentally cursed himself for snapping, although he already know what was at hand. Just another time he's gonna be getting his hands dirty for the sake of everyone else.

"Come on, Leon! What's up with you now?" Hunnigan exclaimed, already getting fed up with his attitude. "We've got something at hand that isn't looking like a regular B.O.W. It's not mutating phenotypes like the regular ones, it's more like... It's..."

"Sorry, I'm sorry." He cut her off once again, although it was uncertain if he was chiming in or apologising for his earlier behaviour. "No, it's just... Nevermind. Tell me about this."

"Thanks," The other agent huffed in response, shaking her head on the other line.

"It's as if they're coming up with someone to just straight up weaken or kill people." She finally explained as vaguely yet efficiently as she could, radio silence on the other side almost deafening her.

"Leon...?" She felt his hesistation, and it only served to frustrate her further.

"Yea, yea, m'still there," He mumbled, his voice holding a slight tremble to it. While he always kept a level head and quick wit in which he secretly prided himself in, he felt like he'll crumble any second now. He didn't know what was up with him this time, this dread...

"Leon!" Hunnigan yelled, her brows furrowed. "Turn on the video chat, I gotta see if you are in a decent state at all."

He flinched, hating the way it all got to him. He let out a grumble and clicked the video chat feature, his broken front camera displaying him in a slightly blurry picture. And yet, the redness to his nose and cheeks was obvious. Not only was he tipsy, but he seemed... shaken.

"There you are. Now, just listen. I don't know what the hell is up with you, but i wanna see you at the headquarters in half an hour. Not a minute later." The woman's brows were scrunched together, her red, round glasses gently slipping near the tip of her nose.

"Yes, ma'am." He gave her a weak smile, letting out a loud exhale when she nodded and ended the call. He hid his face in his hands, letting out yet another shaky breath.

***

"...And as you can see, it's not a regular bioweapon. All we know is that the Umbrella unit in Wuhan is probably responsible for this. We probably will have to send you and a few other agents to China for further investigation, and hopefully have you eliminate the risks." Hunnigan spoke in a levelled tone, holding a bunch of documents in her slender hands as she finished giving him an overview of the situation, although it was still too vague to take action properly. Leon stood there, really out of it. While he was showered and wearing clean clothes, he felt nasty. He was so tired, so guilty over snapping at everyone, even the kind young man at the lobby. 'God damn it Kennedy, what has he done to you?' he thought, only registering what she was saying. He spared a moment to think about the whole ordeal though, a spark of realisation dawning on him.

"Does that mean they want to... eliminate civilians in an unassuming way? With just a mutated flu, is that it?" He suggested, pointing at one of the reports on his colleague's desk.

Ingrid's eyes widened, she glanced at the document and back at him in bemusement.

"Now that's a... dark scenario. A scarily fitting one at that," She responded, her voice holding a hint of nervousness.

"Didn't we have scarier stuff out there, though? A deadly cold is still better than an ARG-esque rendition of The Walking Dead." He scoffed bitterly, shooting her a glance. Holding onto cynical humour was his only grip on sanity, the last desperate scratch at the border of being in his right mind. He was terrified deep inside, like that boy he used to be. The poor, shaken young man, covered in sewage and blood, forced to kill and hopefully not get killed. He's been running scared for so many years. It all got him want to just have it all flip backwards and let him aim the glock at his temple. He missed the cheery lad he used to be. The spring in his step, the spark in his navy eyes that restored hope in everyone's hearts is long gone.

And yet, his own heart pumped with this foolish, childish virtue.

"Leon," the woman spoke in a quieter tone, putting her hand on his shoulder. "You know you've got this. You've got it all this time. You have this resilience in you that inspires many." She tried reassuring him, patting his shoulder softly. While it was rare for her to drop her façade of stoic professionalism, she sensed it's not something worth being cold over. Like they say, a friend in need is a friend indeed.

"Yea, inspires Benford to make me a slave." He mumbled, although his expression softened at her touch.

"Thanks, Hunnigan. I... I appreciate it. We're in this together, ain't we?" He shot her a more determined look, the corners of his lips twitching up just a little bit further up. The woman nodded, a small smile making way to her face as well.

He really felt grateful for having solace in her, it seemed as they understood eachother without speaking a word. She truly was a friend to him, teaming up with him through the trenches of this rotting world.

Life couldn't be that way until the end. It has to be different someday. It has to.

***

It's been quite a bit since Hunnigan called him in, and there was no actual news. The president dialled him a few times and spoke about this as well, although he was just as confused and frantic as they all were. The ordeal sparked unsettlement in the HQ, and it soon was to spread like a sickening virus to the outside world.

Figuratively and literally.

"Agent Kennedy, I'm afraid it's going to be something we hadn't seen before, I-I need to inform you beforehand that it's a worldwide crisis..." President Benford spoke frantically, it was a bit unlike him. Leon was watching the news while on the phone with him, trying his best to focus on both.

"The countries of British Islands are currently in lockdown due to a pandemic spreading, the citizens are advised to not leave their houses without protective masks on," There it was, the thing everyone was whispering about at the DSO headquarters. It was a hush-hush topic, as no one knew for sure. Or rather, no one wanted to be sure of something like this.

"Well yes, I can definitely figure as much. The UK is already quarantined, ain't it? What about China, then? Wouldn't that make a potential mission harder to even initiate?" The man spoke up, fiddling with an empty glass in front of him. He surprisingly wasn't drinking this time around, though. He secretly hoped that the mission would've been handled differently, without his involvement. It was hard to imagine a different scenario, though. It's the sad truth - whenever there's real danger, he's gotta step in.

"No. If anything, it'll be a bit easier. Civilians will stay home, and your job will be limited to entering the Umbrella facility. You might be sent to Wuhan along a few agents that'll be chosen for the job. We won't make the team larger than maybe three units at best." The older man explained, all while Leon was rubbing his temples in annoyance.

"Sure, easier..." The blonde blurted out quietly, biting his lip. He didn't know what's been getting into him lately, something akin to a midlife crisis of some sort. While still strong and energetic, he was a wreck mentally. Like a reanimated corpse. He shuddered at the imagery, the picture hitting too close to what he's been dealing with during T-virus outbreaks.

"I will pretend i didn't hear that." The president replied in a stern voice, clearly displeased with the agent's demeanour. They were friends, but also on boss-employee terms. That came first, unfortunately.

In no time, languid days of downing whiskey and eating store bought lasagna were cut short before Leon knew it. The man was currently being transported to China with a few other agents. While they did technically form a team, he knew he'll probably have to do most of the dirty work including sneaking into the labs while they corner the scientists. His earlier apprehension and apathy was replaced with a newfound determination: he knew it's just a matter of time for a virus outbreak to come to fruition, and it's not even clear what kind of virus it really is. Nothing he's been dealing with before, yet nothing he couldn't handle. Right?

***

Wuhan, China - 01/23/2020

The blonde man's finger tapped against the barrel of his handgun nervously. It was rare for him to fidget, but something about the whole ordeal was off in general. Day of the Wacko, he thought to himself.

As him and the team were discussing details of breaking in while hiding between a field of some large containers, they came to a conclusion that the three younger agents should hide in strategic spots and eventually corner anyone who gets on Leon's tail, who's going to be responsible for investigating and essentially just sneaking around the enemy's lair. Exactly how he knew it'd go. While he was tired and annoyed, he didn't trust anyone else to do this quite like he did.

"Roost to Condor One." The slightly noisy sound of a leveled mezzo-soprano voice came from his COM, successfully cutting his pondering short.

"Condor One here, we're near the facility's rear gate. Obviously just trying to break in through the gate itself is not the way, we're trying to figure out if there's a way through the sewers, perhaps." Leon responded, keeping his voice hushed as he spoke to Hunnigan. However his attempts to stay discreet were cut short as one of the rookies shouted cheerfully that he found a sewer entrance that could directly lead to the facility. The older agent facepalmed discreetly and another young rookie chided her teammate, her tone also hushed despite the sternness.

"We've got to go there soon. Condor One out." Leon hang up, waving his hand at the rookies and trotting closer to the canalisation entrance in the ground. He wasted no time in asking the young woman for help with moving it aside, she seemed quite toned compared to the other two men they've been working with. Once they could enter, they immediately rushed inside the sewers, the last of the agents clumsily pulling the cover back on once he slipped in as well.

The way inside Umbrella's building wasn't exactly pleasant. The stench of rot and filth was unbearable, it was a real challenge to not slip on some of the disgusting, miscellaneous things on the concrete. Other agents whined under their noses, and Leon couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"When I was your age, I tumbled around worse smut." He quipped, trying to lift the mood. All he got in response were stifled chuckles, and he mentally cursed himself for his choice of words. His embarrassment was short lived once they found a ladder that could lead to the building's rear gate.

Everything else went pretty much according to plan, even Leon's silent vow to not scold the everliving shit out of his colleagues. They were clumsy, they seemed too careless. They're still kids, they've got to learn the ropes, you used to be just like them, he repeated in his mind.

While they managed to break into a cloakroom and get their hands on janitor attire, the older agent began to look for somewhere more private so he could dial Hunnigan. The whole ordeal was so vague, he didn't even know what the hell's he looking for.

"Condor One to Roost, we've successfully broke in. I'm currently trying to locate a lab, although I'm not exactly sure what I gotta look out for," He whispered while tucked away in a bathroom stall, constantly looking around for cameras. Chill out, it's illegal to monitor bathrooms... So is creating bioweapons, and yet here we are, he paled at the thought.

"From the info gathered from a spy, you should head to the third floor and look for room number 3048. That's the place suspected of having a potential new bioweapon hidden there." Hunnigan responded, catching onto his quiet voice and figuring she better be careful as well.

"Copy that. I'll go right away. Condor One out." He hang up, shoving his COM into his pocket and sighing. He carefully listened for a clue of his team's diversion starting so that he could leave and head straight to the point. The plan was to get the attention of scientists on something insignificant so that he could get to point B.

A creaky moan reverberated through the halls, and concerned voices echoed. He chuckled to himself, amused at his colleague's theatrical display. The blonde quickly snapped out of it though, double checking if he's got everything on him and beginning to head straight for the third floor.

It was surprisingly easy, all he had to do was evading a few oddly placed cameras making his way up some stairs. Looks like they're not exactly fit. Tch, the elevator's for pussies, he mused to himself. He was quiet as a mouse, reaching the third floor without even wheezing from extertion it must've taken. The hall was darker than the other ones, and just a few doors had light peeking through the cracks. The most dim, barely visible brightness was right at the spot he was just meant to find - lab 3048. Bingo.

The agent quietly sneaked closer, looking around for security cameras. To his surprise, there was only one, and it only recorded the other end of this hallway. As he walked, he stopped in his tracks right at the large, white door. Was he supposed to just barge in and get attention on himself or what? His hesistation and also his perfectly seamless approach was ruined by his COM ringing, making him hiss out a panicked curse as he quickly spoke to the device, his voice oddly high and quiet.

"Not now, Hunnigan! Not now!!" he pleaded, hearing someone behind the heavy door scrambling frantically. Before his informator even responded, the entrance was swung open by someone.

This encounter had this person fall back to his chair, slumping in it while breathing heavily as a few of the messy documents on his desk were sent flying to the floor.

"Leon, what are you doing here?!" the person shouted, his eyes blown wide.

The agent stood there, not even reaching for his gun with how shocked he was. However, his stunned expression quickly gave way to fury as he stormed to grab the man by his shoulder, pinning him harshly to the desk's corner as he grabbed his firearm and pointed it at his head. The man hissed, his brows furrowing, even though he only flailed a bit to try and squirm away.

"Luis, what the fuck?! Was that whole ordeal staged? Are you still working with that mad woman?! You bad fucking liar, how could you do this," he rasped, his ocean blue eyes piercing into the Spaniard's brown ones in utter rage. His grip on his shoulder never lessened, mercy barely holding onto him by a thread.

Luis Serra Navarro. There he was. Not blown up somewhere in the Valdelobos mine, being remember by Leon as a remarkable example of self fueled redemption and determination. There he was, putting utmost care to working for the very company that ruined many lives, ruined Leon's life, crawling back to eat from their hands like a pathetic bitch. Yes, that's what he is, a bastard mutt that betrayed him.

And yet, a twinge of something bright tugged at his heartstrings. He's alive and well. Right in his arms, just inches between them. This childish hope alongside a whirl of questions flied around his head like a bunch of wild bats, the more regretful and frustrated ones mixed with the more... exciting ones, in a way. Did he miss him? What was he up to? Has he thought about him? How did he stay so sweet?

"Amigo, let me explain-" Luis wheezed out the plea, his expression full of remorse. He yelped quietly, his eyes squeezed shut when Leon only snarled in response.

"I am NOT your amigo. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is that some sick joke? Was the cash worth more than your honour?" he mocked him sternly, gripping his shoulders until his knuckles were white. Deep inside, he was terrified and basically screaming at himself to drop the gun. He didn't want to shoot, not at him. Betrayed or not, it's still Luis. Very real and very much still himself. His soft brown locks pulled into a tiny bun at the back, the perfectly sunkissed skin, his stubble grown just a little more than usual. Just like he remembered.

"Mi vida, please! I-" the scientist coughed, shaking. He looked like a wet dog, to put it lightly. His state was worrying. The eye bags he normally had were way deeper and darker in hue. His hair was messy and a bit oily. His normally syrupy lips were chapped. Did he really remember them as syrupy? God damn it, but they never kissed. Why was he even thinking like that?!

Sighing, he lowered the gun and slightly lessened the grip on Luis' arm. He nodded at him, although he was moments from snapping again.

"Back in the mines, it was a terrible deal with me. Ada-"

"Of course it's Ada. Is it all her bribery? Don't you have your own mind, your own view?" Leon cut him off with something akin to resentment and sadness in his voice, scowling as he shook the handgun menacingly.

"Sancho, Sancho... don't think about it like that. She paid good money for saving my life. They restored most bodily functions, although my nervous system is still quite, uh, jodido." The Spaniard offered a bashful grin at the last part, hoping to light up the mood. However his next admissions weren't so cheery.

"I'm gonna be straight with you. It was either getting back to working for those bastards, or death and no chance of ever starting over." Luis deadpanned, his head hanging low. He looked ashamed and miserable, his defeated expression making him almost unrecognisable.

Leon's hand trembled as he lowered his weapon down to his waist, then hooked it in its place and came up to engulf his long lost friend in an embrace, earning a loud squeak from him.

"Ay, ay! Careful...!" The brunette whined, a bit surprised, although in a pleasant way. He quickly melted into the clumsy hug, patting his back.

"I'll get you out of here. You'll see." Leon spoke in a hushed tone, repeating reassuring words to his long lost friend, lost love perhaps. He never believed in feelings developing so quickly, yet everything they did together only ensured him that they've got to stick together.

"But-"

"No buts, Luis. Listen, you're better than this. You know you are," Leon whispered against his neck, pressing his cheek against his. He hoped it wasn't too... obvious. It'd be weird if he swung that way. Or if himself did as well. Doesn't he sway there already?...

The Spaniard shuddered, his head spinning. He was truly touched, his hand slowly trailing down to hold the agent by the waist.

"Listen, we can cooperate. I will tell you everything about the project, as I'm sure you're there for our little... cold." He began speaking, his lip all bitten from unease. He was grateful to run into his old mate again, yet the circumstances only reminded him of the time when he was still a fishy creep to Leon.

Leon loosened, pulling away with a confused expression before realisation downed on him, his jaw agape.

"So you're responsible for the COVID-19 outbreak...?"

"No, well, yes, but not quite," The man fumbled, with the hem of his labcoat, looking away.

"I was forced into the project under the threat of my past being exposed to the general public. I wouldn't hired in any other lab. I would probably be turned in for cooperating with terrorists. I didn't want to rot in Alcatraz or some other hellhole, but being cowardly isn't so great either..." He rasped, his voice full of remorse.

The blonde man looked down to his friend's gloved hands, the sterile scent of the lab mingling with his spicy, tangy perfume made him dizzy. In an oddly pleasant way at that. He scoffed quietly, raising the man to his feet.

"Listen, I have a plan. I'll pretend to capture you and deliver you to the US. Then I will convince the president to make you work for the S.T.A.R.S. researcher team."

"So I'll technically be held hostage, is that it...?" Luis sneaked in an uncertain giggle, shooting Leon a worried smile.

"No, dumbass. It's not a bad fate, trust me. I can absolutely get you out of legal consequences. My connections better be useful for once," Leon huffed, giving him a pat on the shoulder. He was determined to save his friend, score in the eyes of Benford, and maybe even...

He bit his lip, turning his head aside stubbornly and grabbing handcuffs from his belt. Luis shot him an alarmed look, but Leon only gave a nod in return and gestured him to stay still.

"Just let me do this. And dramaturgy will be much appreciated," He quipped, coming closer to restrain the brunette man, his hands behind his back now. He let out an indignant huff, shooting him a playful glance.

"Now that's one way to shortcut a date, Sancho."

Leon spluttered, giving him a smack to the hip.

"What- nevermind, let's just go. Pretend you're resisting," he murmured, grabbing Luis' wrists and dragging him to the exit, he also had his pistol ready to open fire, his focused and stern expression back in its full glory.

"Ah-a, there he is. Leon The Professional." Luis chuckled, winking smugly. All he got was a scoff in return, his wrists getting yanked harder.

"Just shut up. I wanna kidnap you properly," he muttered, squeezing the scientist's hands together.

"So much for a compliment..." Luis complained, pouting like a child.

***

The next few hours were a whirlwind of shooting up the damn place, successfully taking out quite a few guards and securing the SARS-COV-2 sample for further information. The other units cheered, shooting mockery at Luis every now and then. The Spaniard clenched his teeth, sitting through the constant jabs to his ego. Leon wasn't exactly pleased either, wishing he could just hold him instead of keeping a hawk's eye on the cuffed man. Hold him? What the fuck? He shook his head, unaware of the fact that a certain brown-eyed Hispanic 'hostage' was returning his concerned, fond gaze.

***

"Kennedy, what were you thinking? Bringing an enemy to the White House, is this some kind of joke?" president Adam Benford lamented, constantly pacing his office as Leon stood there awkwardly, holding his friend by the cuffs firmly yet gently.

"He could be a valuable asset, look at it like that," he began to nervously defend his plea for hiring Luis as the US government's bioweapon researcher, although the words he uttered burned. He didn't like referring to him as an 'asset', not even one bit. It gnawed at him to refer to his be- his friend in such a condescending way.

"Sure, because he knows all about it firsthand." Benford pointed out bitterly, glaring at the sheepish Spaniard before him. His head was hanging low, deep breaths escaping him.

"I... Mister President, I truly want to help. I was blackmailed, and I wish to-"

"Death is a better fate than rotting away in Umbrella HQ!" Benford deadpanned, the following silence hanging so heavy it could fill a deaf person with dread. Luis flinched, his head turning to the side as if he's been slapped.

Leon's brows furrowed, his grip on Luis' hands lessening just a bit. No, he isn't having it.

"You're not wrong, yet you must understand that Doctor Serra isn't a bad man. He was a great comrade back in Valdelobos, and..." He retorted defiantly, not relenting. He was dead set on freeing his friend at all costs.

"He betrayed you, Agent Kennedy. It's not what a good person would be up to." the president spoke with a desperate tinge to his tone, doing his best to just lead his best unit away from such a reckless idea.

"There's something you don't know, though. I was there when COVID-19 was created. It's not as complicated to me, I... I could figure out a vaccine," Luis spoke up at last, his voice scratchy from the scarce use of it for the past ten hours or so.

"In the eyes of a global pandemic and so many casualties so far, you're just now thinking about taking action? Is it remorse, or just a bastardly calculation to save your skin?" the president was seething, his words coming out as a low growl through clenched teeth.

"Adam, come on!" Leon begged, resorting to a first name basis with the representative figure of the United States himself. They are on good terms, sure, yet he's still a higher-up. Not only to him, hell, to everyone.

Benford sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It wasn't going to be a quick chat, that's for sure.

***

After long debates, weeks of house arrest and special force surveillance on Luis, a decision has been made. He's been assigned to cooperate with doctor Rebecca Chambers, a skilled genius among the S.T.A.R.S. scientists. Beat up, neglected in terms of health, with his old stab wound still restricting his movement somewhat, Leon made it his mini mission to nurse the Spaniard back to health. Well, he had nowhere to go, and he was assigned to look over him, keeping it in his apartment was the wisest choice...

Luis Serra Navarro was a free man who started a new life. Proud of himself and yet still guilty of contributing to the worldwide crisis, he worked like a busy bee to create an optimal kind of vaccine. Doted on and looked after by his amigo, he couldn't help but feel warm inside at the mere though of him. The blonde man's hair was already darkening as he aged, his bushy brows were always furrowed, yet he looked somewhat boyish still. Angelic, if he was allowed to think that. His Italian heritage came as a great surprise to the Spaniard, resulting in light-hearted teasing and playful quips in broken Italian. Luis' jokes sometimes brushed against the thin line between banter and flirting, and while the subject of them was pretty clueless, he did get that weird flutter sometimes.

***

Sitting with his legs crossed by the large window, Luis stared down at the dusky sky, sun setting behind many buildings of Washington DC. He sipped tea, unwinding after a long 24 hour shift of relentless work over the coronavirus shot. Leon was in the middle of cooking up a decent carbonara. His hispanic roommate often scolded for not knowing his way around the kitchen, saying how it's disgraceful for an Italian to suck so bad he could burn water in a kettle. While not letting it show much, the agent's ego was deeply wounded. He was dead set on proving he could replicate the hearty meals from his childhood. Whew, his childhood... Rough and cold, being tossed around and shoved aside as he was born into the Kennedy mafia, confessing it all to Luis was quite the hard candy, to put it lightly.

After twenty minutes of quiet noises reverberating through the small apartment, Leon was slowly stepping closer to his friend's side. Shaking his head, he forced himself to sit on the floor as well. He hated being 'improper' or however he put it, but his beloved's habits felt like the law.

Speaking of which, his eyes lit up at the sight of toasty food and his... saviour, so to speak. He hummed in approval when he sat by his side, nodding and whispering softly.

"Muchas gracias, mi estrella. It smells scrumptious." He smiled fondly, grabbing a fork and taking a bite of fresh carbonara. His eyes widened, and he hummed while shoveling a few more forkfuls of food, much to Leon's amusement.

"Did I improve that much?" he asked in a teasing tone, eating his portion more slowly.

"It's delish, Sancho. You've come a long way, I'm proud of you." Luis sighed in contentment, practically inhaling the food.

His words made Leon's heart stir, a bit of hesistation giving way to a shoot of confidence. He didn't know what got into him all of a sudden. He set his plate on the floor next to them, earning a puzzled hum from the Spaniard. The small noise morphed into a soft yelp when Leon leaned in closer, his forehead pressing against Luis' with his eyes half lidded. They stared deeply into his hazel ones, a low purr escaping him.

"So did you, Don Quixote. I'm proud of you as well," he whispered, his nose brushing against his. The blonde's freshly shaved beard contrasted with the brunette's scruffy stubble, making for a nice completion. Like polar opposites, they gravitated towards eachother. Leon's cold navy eyes were full of this spark that everyone thought was dead and gone.

"Dios mio..." Luis whispered, enamoured and captivated with the sight before him. He took in every small scar, every mole and birthmark, everything about the Adonis' offspring before him.

Leon's hand cupped his face, and he planted a tiny peck on the tip of his nose. It was barely there, yet it held more than just a pleasant gesture. It meant closure. It meant tenderness. It meant something that they both didn't dare to say out loud.

***

Leon was never exactly up for forming a family. He's quite good with kids, also he adores and loves women, sure. Both him and Luis have a reputation of being cheeky and flirty all the time. And yet, this feline magnetism in both of them didn't clash, it merged. With Leon's tenderness that mixed with smugness and Luis' carnal and candid demeanour, they completed eachother. And that's what made it a match made in hell we call our planet.

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[sillyluisseraenjoyer]

big appreciation post for all of my moots :3

YAYAY IF UR MY MOOT AND UR NOT ADDED TELL ME AND I WILL ADD U :3 @geddy-leesbian HIHIHI.. i'm rlly glad ur my moot :3 ur writing is SO awesome and coolo. ur also vry nice to me so!!!! YAY!! super happy i met u :3 my fave writing from u is rockstar luis and don't talk to strangers........... heavily interested in that please write more of it i beg of you. ANYWAY. YEA!! UR IMPORTANT TO ME REMEMBER THAT!!!!!!!! :D @wisecrackingeric-2 ERIC HI :D uhm... shocking fact. i was vry scared to even interact with u bc u seemed so cool 😭 BUT UH. UR LUIS AND SERRENNEDY IS SUPER YUM YUM.. i adore how u draw luis........ i'll eat him ANYWAY UHM. YA UR A RLLY COOL MOOT AND IM HAPPY I TALKED TO U!!! :D @dark-star-exe HI!! I DONT THINK I INTERACTED WITH U AS MUCH BUT I THINK UR REALLY COOL. U SEEM REALLY NICE AND AWESOME AND I LIKE UR RECENT LUIS ART!!!!!!!!!11 ITS ALWAYS COOL TO SEE UR STUFF OR U TALKING.. i just realized i been talking in caps sorry BUT uhm ya!!! :D @clayderogatory heyy!!! ur one of the first ppl i actually talked to on here... i like talking abt luis and leon with you!!! ur headcannons r SUPER coolo and i rlly like them :3 ur also very nice. if i remember ur cat is ur pfp on ur other acc and the cat is vry cute, tell the cat i said hi. BUT UH YA UR COOL @raccoons-garbage-can hey there!!!! ur luis and leon art r SO good and yummy........ ur art style is so candy i like it very much. ur SUPER coolo and nice and i like interacting with u!! ur posts r very cool and awesome and i like them :3 YAYAY!! @residencyisstrange HI! idk if we interacted AS much BUT u seem super cool............ and nice!! i dont think i know much abt u BUT doesnt stop me from liking u :D YAY!! ^_^ @b3j3w3l3d hello!!! idk if i talked to u OR not........ but ur ethan posts r funny and cool and i love ethan to SO!!! i like u as well even if we dont talk :D @jillsandwichyummy HIHIHIHI!! i know u on pinterest (WOWZALOOKAGAY) UR VERY FUNNY AND I LIKE UR RE POSTS AND ART ON PINTEREST!! all my interactions have been good so...... yay!! ur someone i'm glad i know!! ^_^ @smellypxrps HELLO THERE..... idk if we talked either BUT ur luis art and garfield art is SUPER cool and i like how u draw them sm :3 u also fed me garfield art after i saw the garfield movie SO that was very good :3 YIPPIE :D

@dibukae HELLO!! i think we talked maybe once or twice.. idk i might've forgot. BUT I LIKE UR JILL ART U DRAW HER SUPER PRETTY AND IT MADE ME DRAW JILL :D ur jill art is just AWESOME. u also nice so yippie!! @kinda67h HI!! i think ur were one of the vry first ppl that followed me on here... U SEEM SO NICE AND COOL!! I'M GALD TO BE UR MOOT AND TY FOR JS BEING HERE!!! :D uh.. i think thats everybody!! HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!!

[kerubimcrepin]

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.

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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.)

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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.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

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)

[tuulikannel]

I was watching some RE4 playtroughs and ended up writing such a long comment about the og and the remake (as the player asked for the watchers' opinions) that I figured I could as well share it here too.

I came to this game (the remake) completely blind. It was the first Resi game I’ve either seen or played, and I love it to pieces. Now, don’t get me wrong, the original is an amazing game and I do get what you and some others mean when you say the remake doesn’t have its charm or soul. The funny thing is… even though I love the og for that charm, at the same time I prefer the remake just because it’s not like that. Does that even make sense? ^^;;

The original game is so fun. I think I was constantly grinning, watching it. The remake takes things more seriously (while keeping some of the goofiness), and ultimately, I do prefer that. It’s just my opinion, of course, but to me it kinda fits better the rest of the Resident Evil universe… the Leon of the remake is definitely the same person who went through all the shit of RE2. The og Leon feels at times a bit too untraumatized and trusting to me. Like, people complain that the remake Leon is rude to Luis when they meet. I wouldn’t say so… he’s just being extremely cautious. Why would he trust this complete stranger, right away? Just because they seem to have a common enemy doesn’t mean they’re on the same side. (He learned his lesson in RE2 with Ada…)

And the thing is, more often than not when people complain about something in the remake, my reaction is, well, yes… but this makes more sense to me. Like for example Saddler not running all around the place doing stuff in person. Why would he, when he has all his henchmen and literal mind slaves? Maybe he could have appeared a bit more during the game, but those short snippets we get of him in the visions were enough for me when I first time went through the game. The one thing where I do agree the remake could be improved is if they added those boss transformations in the cutscenes (but even that was something I’m thinking of only after other people have mentioned it. Having no expectations, I had no disappointments either, and Mendez was plenty terrifying for me as it was XD)

As for the characters, I prefer possibly all of them in the remake. Definitely Luis. I genuinely do not like him in the og… that ballistic comment dropped him very low in my eyes (that’s how you greet a girl you meet for the first time?) and he didn’t have enough screentime to fix things later. Let me tell you, revenging him would not have been high on my to-do list. As he’s around so much more in the remake he really becomes a character to care about, and the dlc just adds to that. And Ashley too… I would like her way more in the og if she was 5 years younger but for a 20-y-o college student she has some moments that are just kind of ugh. (“I’m fine, leave me alone!” For real, girl?) She also has more development in the remake and can even be useful at times.

But yes, overall, I do love both games, for different reasons. And it might just be my opinion (as I prefer the remake, and maybe those who prefer the og don’t agree) but I think it’d be a bit sad if a remake completely replaced the original. Now we’ve got two games that are both great and have such a different take on the same story, and people can play either they want to, or both. (I’m tempted to play the og too, really, I’m just scared of how bad I’d suck with the controls XD)

[leon-on-the-froggy-chair]

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.

[louissatturi]

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" (l��rio 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!

[barncat-therapy]

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."

[nightwingshero]

🫣🦋🧸 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.

[missxnsuppxrt]

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 :/

[terrortwinunicorn]

Senior Prom:Luis

Damian's POV

"My prom took place on Friday, June second two thousand. That day was certainly a whirlwind. The morning of my car broke down while heading to school so I never arrived for the half day. The kicker being the car literally went three houses down before dying on the spot. Luckily y/n sat with me while we waited for the tow truck to arrive."

"Bruno did allow you to borrow his mustang to go to prom. Since Angie and Ginger were going in a limo, her parents rented and didn't allow anyone else to use. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzpatrick were always snooty," said y/n.

"That bad?" asked Demi.

"They wouldn't let Luis stand up for Angelo without him covering all his tattoos and they wanted him to cut his hair too," said y/n.

"I have no problem with covering the tattoos because the tux did that anyway but cutting my hair was a no. Angelo to his credit put his foot down and said he is in the wedding. Ange and Ginger paired us together," I said indicating y/n and I "But we are getting sidetracked again Squish."

"You're right," she said "How about we start at the car."

"Well it was sweet," I chuckled "And funny."

"TELL US!" said Demi.

"Okay. Okay. Take it easy sis."

Friday, June 2, 2000

Morning of prom

I climbed into the car after y/n had handed me the bowtie Mrs. Ottomano had made me to match her dress.

"Have a fun day at school," she teased as she leans against the window as I sat in the driver's seat.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Be ready to spend the entire night on the dance floor," I smiled and she grins.

"You got it," she said standing "Drive carefully."

"Always do," I said as she stepped back, I put the car into reverse and pulled out of my driveway. I honk the horn and pulled off. I get passed the Ottomano residence and two houses more before my car rolls to a stop. The car didn't turn over "Fuck." I looked into the rearview mirror and see y/n walking to me.

"Everything okay?" she asked leaning down to the window.

"No. My car is dead. Can I use your phone to call Triple A? Pops is working from home today and I don't want to disturb him."

"Duh. Of course. Come on. I doubt Claude or Bruno will have a problem."

I called Triple A and they said they'd be there in a couple of hours.

"Guess I don't go to school. I better go tell Pops."

"Want me to come?" she said "Claude is still fixing the hem of the dress. Whiskers decided to eat the thread."

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After letting Pops know so he could call me in absent y/n and I sat on the stoop of the Ottomano residence. She has her boom box out. The CD she burned was currently playing I Got You Babe by Sonny and Cher. She was singing along to Cher's part.

"Come on Luis. Be the Sonny to my Cher!" she said nudging me.

"I don't know the lyrics that well."

"Of course you do. Your Pops listened to it all the time when we were kids," she nudged me again "They say our love won't pay the rent, before it's earnt, our money's all been spent," she sang "Come on remember."

"I guess that's so, we don't have a pot, but at least I'm sure of all the things we got," I sang laughing "Babe,"

"I got you babe, I got you babe," we both sang.

"I got flowers in the spring, I got you to wear my ring," I sang.

"And when I'm sad, you're a clown, and if I get scared, you're always around," she sang smiling at me as she hugs my arm laying her head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head "And you said you didn't remember the lyrics," she giggles as the song continues.

"Okay so I remember listening to the records too," I said as I rested my chin on the top of her head. She hugged my arm.

"One of my favorite memories of us as kids," she said "Remember aside from Wheel of Fortune that's how you learned English."

"Yeah," I chuckled as she tilted her head up to look at me "So are you excited about tonight?"

"What do you think?" I smiled at her.

"Uh yes," she giggles as I kissed the tip of her nose.

"Ugh why are two so cute yet so oblivious?" said Demi groaning.

"Just wait," I said.

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She smiles as My Guy by Mary Wells began and y/n began singing along and to me.

"Nothing you can say can tear me away

From my guy

Nothing you could do, 'cause I'm stuck like glue

To my guy

I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter

Like birds of a feather we stick together

I'm tellin' you from the start

I can't be torn apart from my guy

Nothing you could do could make me be untrue

To my guy (my guy)

Nothing you could buy could make me tell a lie

To my guy (my guy)

I gave my guy my word of honor

To be faithful and I'm gonna

You'd best be believing

I won't be deceiving my guy

As a matter of opinion, I think he's tops

My opinion is he's the cream of the crop

As a matter of taste to be exact

He's my ideal as a matter of fact

No muscle bound man could take my hand

From my guy (my guy)

No handsome face could ever take the place

Of my guy (my guy)

He may not be a movie star

But when it comes to being happy, we are

There's not a man today who can take me away

From my guy

No muscle bound man could take my hand

From my guy (my guy)

No handsome face could ever take the place

Of my guy (my guy)

He may not be a movie star

But when it comes to being happy, we are

There's not a man today who can take me away

From my guy (what'cha say?)

There's not a man today who could take me away

From my guy (Tell me more!)

There's not a man today who could take me away

From my guy"

"And you still didn't think to say something?! Either one of you?!" asked Demi smacking her forehead.

Matt chuckled "Babe. Calm down. It happens. Were y/n and Luis lug nuts for not saying something? Sure but you know it happens."

"We are not lug nuts. We were scared," I said.

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I smiled at y/n a grin painting my face. I opened my mouth to say something but the tow truck came.

"I bet that's for you," said y/n unwrapping her arms from around my arm.

I stood up and walked down to the tow truck.

"You Luis Martinez?" he asked.

I nod "Yeah. My car is that white one," I pointed to the dead car.

"Alright," he said as I step back and he pulled towards my car. I walked to the tow truck and y/n joins me. The tow truck driver had the radio on and Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley filled the empty street with it's sweet melody. The tow truck diver looks at y/n "This your girlfriend?"

"No!" we both said quickly as we look at each other.

"She's my best friend," I said looking at my shoes as I shoved my hands into my pockets.

"Since we were ten," said y/n.

He looked between us and smirks "Gotta a boy your age sweetie if your interested," he said looking at y/n "Since he obviously can't see how gorgeous you are."

Y/N blinks at him and I saw red. I stepped in front of her "Just check my car," I said.

He rolled his eyes "Offer still stands sweetheart. My boy would," he said.

"I couldn't help but hear what you said to my cousin," said Salvatore "How about we take car of Luis's car, Jake," he glares at Jake "Y/N go back to the house, now." Y/N hurried off "Luis. Card. Then you go back to the house and lock the door."

I handed Salvatore my Triple A card quickly hurrying back to the Ottomano house.

"Please tell me Salvatore rearranged that Jake's face?" said Demi.

"Sally never said anything. But he was and is a cop in the Bronx. He could easily make sure Jake didn't work in the Bronx," said y/n.

"Good. Just him calling you sweetie and sweetheart made my skin crawl," said Demi.

"Mine too," said y/n "But Luis stepped up."

"Had Sal not arrived when he did. I might have actually thrown a punch," I said.

"Okay so anything happen once you got back to the house?" asked Matt.

"Nothing really. Salvatore arrived a few minutes later and Luis's car was being towed. Seems the ignition went caput," said y/n.

"Okay then skip to prom!" said Demi a gleam in her eye.

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I had gone to get ready for prom. Like the year before Pops and I walked over to the Ottomano house. My mom, step dad and brothers were there. My sister had work so she couldn't come.

Bianca opens the door and smiled "Luis. You might want to hold your jaw," she said as she stepped aside allowing Pops and I in.

I walked into the living room and my jaw fell. Y/N stood there looking breathtakingly beautiful.

"Wowzers," I said "You look so beautiful."

Y/N smiles softly "Thanks Luis," she said as I walked over to her. I took her hand and kissed the back of it.

Her eyes met mine and she leans over kissing my cheek.

"Umm what about the boutonniere and corsage?" asked Bianca.

"Oh yeah," I said as I held the corsage and y/n stood there holding the boutonniere.

"Why was Bianca at fifteen being the wing woman for both of you?!" asked Demi.

I chuckled "Bianca brought that up when her and her husband came down to help pack y/n's house. Honestly I think she was the only one who was willing to nudge us," I said.

"She was just relieved she didn't have to play wing woman anymore," laughed y/n.

"Can we get back to the story now?" asked Matt.

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I took out the corsage handing the clam container to my Pops. I slipped the corsage onto y/n's wrist before y/n took the boutonniere from it's clam shell handing the container to Bianca. She pins the flower to my lapel as she smiles at me.

"Luis," said Mr. Ottomano "You can borrow my mustang to take to prom," he hands me the keys "And just like with y/n damage it and I damage you."

"Gee thanks Bruno," said y/n rolling her eyes "Luis is a careful driver and has he damaged me yet?"

"Okay fair. But still be careful with the both of them. Have fun," he said as I closed my hand around the keys and offered my arm to y/n.

She laced her arm with mine. She smiled as we head to the front door. The adults and Bianca following us.

They stood on the porch as we walked to Mr. Ottomano's vintage cherry red 1965 mustang. He had made a few modifications by adding a newer radio into it. I opened the passenger door for y/n who got in. I shut the door before rounding the back and climbed into the driver's side. Getting in. I buckle before starting the car. Y/N pops a CD in and out of the speakers was Overload by Zappacosta from the Dirty Dancing soundtrack. I smirk as I glanced over to y/n and she winks at me.

"Let's go Luis," she said.

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We arrived at the county club we had the junior prom at Brookhaven. I parked the car. Shutting it off I got out rounding the front of the car. I opened the passenger door and offer my hand to y/n. She took it and we walked hand and hand to the front door. We met up with Charlie and Meg and Angelo and Ginger at the front door.

"Oh so she's back," said Kelvin.

"Ugh he's back?!" groans Demi.

Matt chuckles "How do you think they felt?"

"Yeah he isn't my favorite person," I said "My twentieth high school reunion was thankfully canceled. Or I would have probably punched him."

"Well now we can go to your twenty fifth and I will be on your arm," said y/n.

"I do like that," I said with a smile.

Y/N winks "And now I will be your girlfriend. So Kelvin can officially stuff it."

"Wait?!" said Demi.

"What?" I asked.

"What was the theme of your prom?" she said.

"Romance Is In The Air," said y/n.

"Ugh!!!" groans Demi "You two really are lunk heads! But continue."

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We walked into Brookhaven hand in hand ignoring Kelvin but he followed.

"You must be a gluten for punishment or he is paying you a lot," said Kelvin.

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks. She spun on her heel and stepped up to Kelvin "Para su información, Kelvin. Luis es el doble del hombre que jamás serás. Es dulce, amable, divertido, cariñoso, tiene un increíble corazón de oro. Tendrías suerte de tener una onza del amor que le doy a Luis. ¡Así que vete a la mierda, simio!" she said to him in perfect Spanish. She turned grabbing my hand and we walked away from Kelvin who was to stunned to speak. (For your information, Kelvin. Luis is twice the man you will ever be. He's sweet, kind, funny, caring, has an incredible heart of gold. You'd be lucky to have an ounce of the love I give Luis. So fuck off, ape!)

Demi began laughing "Please tell me that actually happened!" she said "If it's like the Penny and Johnny thing I am slapping you!"

"It happened. I snapped," said y/n "I don't even know why I screamed at him in Spanish. It just poured out."

"You were protecting the man you loved!" said Demi.

"Tend to concur with Demi on this one," said Matt.

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We walked away. Angelo, Ginger, Charlie and Meg close at our heels.

"Cuz. I didn't know you could speak fluent Spanish!" said Angelo.

"I-I-I didn't either," she said "I guess all those Spanish lessons you gave me when we were kids paid off Luis," she said looking at me.

"I guess so," I said with a smile "But thank you for what you said."

"I meant every word," she said.

"Even the love?" asked Charlie.

"Of course he is my best friend. I love the stuffing out of him," she said with a smile.

Charlie smirks as he raised an eyebrow looking at me before looking at y/n "I'm glad," he said.

"Come on let's hand in our tickets and get our pictures taken," I said.

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The prom was in full swing a while later. Y/N and I were on the dance floor. Kiss Away From Heaven by Jennifer Love Hewitt was playing and we were grooving on the dance floor. Y/N had kicked off her heels so there was a considerable height difference even back then.

"I'm having fun," she said loudly to be heard over the music.

"Me too. Can't wait to do this all over again next week at your prom," I said.

"Me too," said y/n as Put Your Head On My Shoulder by Paul Anka began. I took y/n into my arms. She stood on tip toe, placing a kiss on my cheek as we began swaying to the song.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Just because," she shrugged looking up at me. Her beautiful green eyes meeting mine. I felt my hands began to sweat as she smiled at me as the song faded into From This Moment On by Shania Twain and Bryan White began. Her eyes never left mine as we danced to the song I knew she loves. She began singing along making my smile "I give my hand to you with all my heart. I can't wait to live my life with you, I can't wait to start. You and I will never be apart. My dreams came true because of you," she sang looking at me as she rubs the back of my neck.

"Oh come on!!!! You two dummies didn't realize that she was in love with you and he was in love with you?! Why?!!!!!!" cried Demi "Why are you torturing me?!"

Matt laughed "I'm afraid to hear about y/n's senior prom now," he said.

"Oh no they're telling us that!" said Demi.

I chuckled "Do you want me to finish this?" I asked.

"Duh of course," said Demi.

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I was about to lean in and kiss her but the mood shifts as California Love by 2Pac, Roger and Dr. Dre began and y/n broke the hold and she began dancing faster.

"Luis. Come on. Wake up," she said. I shook my head and quickly began dancing along with her.

Charlie danced next to me. He grabbed my arm "I saw that," he said into my ear "You were about to kiss y/n."

"Shh. No you didn't. You saw nothing."

Charlie chuckled "Okay. Sure," he said as he danced with Meg.

The rest of the night went by without much incident.

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"Why didn't you just kiss me?" asked y/n.

"I panicked and lost my nerve. You don't know how many times I kicked myself for not just," I lean in kissing y/n on the lips. I held her face with my one hand as I pressed the other to her back holding her close.

"Hey!" said Demi and we broke apart. We looked at her "Now let's hear about y/n' s senior prom. By the way what was the theme."

"Love is in the Air. Yeah I think a lot of proms in the year 2000 were similarly named," laughs y/n.

I chuckled and nod "Well y/n's prom..."

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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.