GRACE ASHCROFT.

Jill's face twisted into an expression of confusion.

"Grace it's a legally binding document, sure we could get a divorce I guess but...YES of course I'm committed! Are you not? Because if you're having second thoughts then we should put the whole thing on pause, I don't want to force you into anything but you're the love of my life and..."

Jill was pacing around their apartment, sputtering uncontrollably when she finally looked up to see her fiancé's expression. Jill's brain ground to a halt, unable to process what was going on until Grace took her face and knocked their foreheads together. She melted into the blonde's touch and her words.

"Oh my god you're fucking with me aren't you?" she said quietly, an amused huff escaping her lips.

             she  couldn't  help  but  laugh  a  little  at  jill  freaking  out,  wondering  if  grace  wasn't  as  committed.  of  course  grace  was  committed.  she  might  have  been  an  anxious  wreck  most  of  the  time,  but  she  still  knew  what  she  wanted.  and  she  wanted  jill,  forever  and  ever.  how  could  she  not?  the  other  woman  was  everything  and  more  that  she  could  have  asked  for.  they  weren't  perfect,  but  they  were  in  love  and  got  along  more  than  most.  which  made  it  perfect  to  her.

“  i  was  being  sarcastic,  love,”  she  murmured,  shaking  her  head  before  pressing  a  sweet  kiss  to  jill's  lips.

“  i  have  never  been  more  sure  about  anything  more  in  my  life,”  she  assured  softly,  pressing  their  foreheads  together  again.

HEADCANONS. NSFW EDITION.

Grace is into older men and women.

Grace is very much a bottom. However, that being said, she does have a light praise kink. She wants her partner to feel good so she likes being told how to do so. So she can be a service top on occasion when she gets more comfortable with a stable partner. Whether that's riding them, blowing them / eating them out. As long as you tell her she's doing a good job, she's here for it, even if she's really shy about it.

She's really squirmy and vocal when getting pleasured. Not necessarily loud but vocal. A lot of whimpering, pleading, panting, etc.

If she's getting eaten out, her legs are wrapping around your head in a vice grip - not because she wants to suffocate you, but because she can't help herself. Her hands are also in your muses hair, gripping tightly for something to hold onto.

Grace would make a terrible FWB. She gets attached too easily, but she's still willing to give it a shot.

Grace would probably be really into cock warming. Something about the act is super intimate and would probably make her cry in frustration ( but she wants that, its probably therapeutic ).

She would deny it until her dying breath, but she really likes situations where she has to / is told to stay quiet or pretend she isn't being touched through her clothes, fingered or teased.

"Thanks, I think."

It hangs for but a few steps, the officer leaping to correct -- but all it does is incite laughter. Ashley's anxiety abates with every moment, she thinks; Ashcroft's arrival, her eventual lack of sugary words. It's a weird position to be in, meant to be flattered in hopes for earning this or that, gaining a good word or two. Grace sees it as a stumble to correct, but Ashley swishes her head left-right, giggles unceasing, quietening only once Grace stakes her point.

"Yeah. I don't like it being a reality. I know it gets joked about in, like, everything, about how a girl needs this, a girl needs that, and it doesn't make me feel safe. It makes me feel like a stereotype," she curls a lip, looks off for a second, seeing if the word she seeks is over there or over here. "Like I'm modeled off of it, if that makes any sense. I already get dumb blonde jokes."

Ashley's eyes wander from the emptied streets back to Ashcroft, gaze apologetic.

"Wow. That's... messed up, what-- you've probably worked there longer than half of the squad! Okay, I haven't been here for a ton, obv, but you seem plenty capable to me."

You're an important person.

Ashley's already made her night longer, she shouldn't -- there's an argument on her tongue, that's my Dad, that's not me, and that last part...

She feels like her breath's been punched out of her.

"Eugh, you're over here being -- discriminated in the workplace, and I'm wailing about my issues," even if this was a fluke, even if her paranoia ate at her needlessly, even if she wasted someone else's time... Ashley appreciates the conversation, delights in the ba-bump-ba-bump of her unsteady heart. "Well, if it doesn't work out there... you could come be my security?"

Ashley counts down on her fingers.

"It'll be less weird," one, "I can fight for people to treat you with respect, and -- I guess I can do that here too, actually," she doesn't quite lift a second finger yet, "It'll be just two girls hanging out instead of one girl and a scary guy hiding behind sunglasses... which could fit as the first point but I'm choosing to include it as another point," two, "And, hey, the world could always more dynamic blonde duos."

“  you  don't  think  i  can  pull  off  the  tough  guy  with  sunglasses  look?  ”  grace  asked  with  a  laugh.

they  both  knew  she  couldn't.  she  would  look  like  an  idiot  if  she  tried.  she  and  ashley  were  pretty  close  in  size  and  neither  of  them  were  especially  built  tough  looking.  but  the  thought  was  rather  funny  and  it  brought  a  smile  to  her  lips.

honestly,  the  offer  was  pretty  tempting.  she  wouldn't  have  to  deal  with  men  as  much.  she'd  only  be  in  charge  of  one  person  and  wouldn't  have  to  worry  about  toning  herself  down  just  to  make  sure  she  was  palatable  enough  for  the  people  around  her,  who  wouldn't  take  her  seriously  either  way  and  would  always  see  her  as  someone  to  protect.  it  was  a  frustrating  existence.

but  she  liked  her  job  too  much  to  give  it  up  just  because  some  of  the  aspects  sucked.  she  was  a  big  girl,  she  could  handle  herself,  she  didn't  need  to  bow  down  and  coward  away.  and  it  wasn't  like  all  her  coworkers  sucked.  but  they  were  insanely  overprotective.  she  couldnt  help  but  roll  her  eyes  at  that  thought.

“  hm…  it's  a  tempting  offer,”  she  admitted,  lip  quirking  up.

“  dynamic  blonde  duo…  i  don't  know  if  these  streets  are  ready  for  that  chaos,”  she  laughed  again,  shaking  her  head.

not  to  mention  her  nerves.  working  for  the  presidents  daughter?  that  was  a  lot  of  pressure  and  a  lot  of  attention.  it  was  one  thing  just  to  come  help  her  out  as  part  of  the  force,  but  as  actual  security?  the  scrutiny  would  likely  be  insane.  but  still…  she  couldn't  say  it  was  also  an  exciting  and  fun  thought.

“  w-well,  you're  always  totally  welcome  to  call  the  precinct  directly  and  ask  for  me  to  come  escort  you  if  i'm  not  busy.  o-or,  y'know,  on  my  down  time  -  i  only  charge  a  coffee  per  every  two  hours,”  she  added,  half  joking,  but  mostly  serious. 

she  was  worried  about  ashley,  the  girl  should  have  a  body  guard.  it  would  help  her  sleep  at  night  if  she  knew  the  other  woman  was  taking  this  seriously  and  making  sure  she  was  safe  and  protected.

It was two hours after he'd gone to bed that Ethan got up to get himself a glass of water. Only to open the door and see Grace on the floor.

             grace  was  rather  used  to  sleeping  in  odd  spots.  she  was  a  chaotic  little  bisexual  problem  and  could  fall  asleep  almost  anywhere  in  any  position  if  she  was  tired  enough.  same  went  for  sitting.  she  always  had  a  leg  up  or  her  ankles  crossed  oddly,  she  just  couldn't  help  it.  it  felt  more  comfortable.  so  when  ethan  found  her  outside  his  door,  she  was  only  surprised  she  had  fallen  asleep  by  house  tense  she  was.  but  perhaps  the  cold  floor  had  helped  ground  her.

pale  eyes  opened  blurrily  as  she  felt  herself  get  shaken  and  heard  ethan's  voice,  for  a  second  she  was  confused  and  her  body  startled  a  moment  late  as  she  realized  she  wasn't  at  home  and  was  somewhere  unfamiliar  -  but  once  she  saw  the  worried  face,  she  relaxed  once  more.

she  made  a  sleepy  noise,  trying  not  to  fall  back  asleep.  but  he  probably  needed  more  than  just  a  tired  grunt  to  let  her  fall  back  asleep  on  the  floor.

“  s'fine…  felt  safer,”  she  assured,  waving  him  off,  fully  intending  to  go  back  to  sleep  right  then  and  there.

She didn’t move quickly to take her hand knowing it was proper etiquette to shake one’s hand when introducing themselves. Ada however was still in old habits, keeping people at arm’s length. Studying them before fully engaging. She knew from the files and the way Leon had spoken on the female that she was safe. Yet old habits did die rather hard.

She watched her observing her closely, from the slight flush that crept along her skin to the slight tremor in her hands. Ada’s expression softened, Grace really was in deep with the world that had consumed most of Ada’s life.

Slowly Ada’s hand slipped out taking the other woman’s hand into her own grasp. With a firm shake that was equally gentle coming from a woman with a reputation like her own. “Nothing to apologize for.” Her voice fell from her lips displaying like silk woven over a sharp blade. “You’ve survived something horrifying in every way.”

She knew people like the two of them who had seen the worst of what the world could offer, who had lived through the worst of it deserved to be completely guarded. Ada herself was closed off, a habit she couldn’t shake not even after joining the hound wolf squad.

Releasing Grace’s hand Ada’s arms returned to being crossed against her ribs. She had to give it to Leon, he was rather considerate in warning the blonde. After all the raven-haired woman, even now in her calmer years wasn’t someone for the weak to be dealing with.

“Coffee sounds delightful, I seen a small cafe across the street when I came in.” Ada motioned at the door a graceful smile presenting on her gentle features. “We could grab a bite to eat while we are there.” After all the two women would be spending alot of time together in the coming months, perhaps they should get to know one another.

          when  ada  let  her  hand  hang  a  moment  too  long,  grace  figured  she  had  already  somehow  fucked  up  her  first  impression  and  now  the  older  woman  hated  her.  it  was  not  an  unusual  thought  for  the  blonde,  but  it  was  a  disappointing  one.  she  wanted  to  get  along  with  leon's  coworkers  and  friends,  but  more  than  that,  she  wanted  to  make  friends  of  her  own  -  even  if,  perhaps,  being  friends  with  the  woman  that  was  supposed  to  guard  you  was  a  conflict  of  work  interest.

but  just  as  she  was  about  to  give  up  hope,  she  shook  grace's  hand,  and  she  swore  if  she  was  a  dog,  her  tail  would  be  wagging  happily.  as  it  was,  she  tried  to  keep  leon's  words  in  mind,  he  had  said  that  ada  could  come  off  a  little  cold  and  not  to  get  too  into  her  head  about  it  (  too  late,  failed  mission  one  ).  but  she  would  try  harder  to  keep  the  tip  in  mind  for  the  future. 

for  now,  she  let  her  hand  drop  back  to  the  side  after  the  shake  and  nodded  enthusiastically,  grabbing  her  coat  from  her  chair  and  heading  towards  the  door,  spring  in  her  step  now  that  she  knew  she  hadn't  totally  failed  that  social  interaction.  there  was  a  first  for  everything.

“  l-lets  do  that!  the  coffee  there  is  mediocre,  but  the  food  is  pretty  good!  ”  grace  stated  cheerfully. 

she  was  a  little  coffee  fiend,  so  she  didn't  care  if  it  wasn't  the  best  coffee  ever.  she  just  wanted  her  caffeine…  and  her  sweet  little  treats.  and  it  was  close  to  her  office,  so  it  made  for  a  good  spot  to  go  to  get  a  quick  bite  and  a  drink  before  work…  and  during  work….  and  after  work…

she  shook  the  thoughts  as  they  got  out  the  door  and  lead  the  way  to  the  cafe,  happy  to  be  out  in  the  natural  sun  once  more.  the  lighting  in  the  fbi  building  was  bright  and  awful  and  way  too  white  toned.  her  poor  pale  eyes  did  not  enjoy  the  sensation.

“  h-how  often  are  you  going  to  be  around?  i-i  set  up  a  room  for  you  in  my  new  house,  just  in  case,  but  i-i  wasn't  really  sure  on  how  this  was,  uh,  going  to  work  -  ”  she  finally  admitted,  shrugging  her  shoudlers  and  wringing  her  hands  together.

she  had  gotten  a  three  bedroom  once  she  had  learned  she  was  getting  custody  of  emily.  one  for  her,  one  for  emily  and  one  for  a  guest.  she  figured  that  gave  them  plenty  of  room  and  the  place  even  had  a  nice  yard  for  the  kid  to  grow  up  in  and  enjoy  the  sun. 

             her  lips  twitched  at  the  corners  as  she  tried  and  failed  to  hold  back  a  laugh  and  call  him  out  for  his  crude  joke.  but  it  was  funny,  and  it  wasn't  like  he  was  necessarily  wrong  about  any  of  it.  but  her  cheeks  still  flushed  and  she  shook  her  head  in  disapproval,  even  though  she  was  still  smiling.

“  awful,  awful  man…  ”  she  huffed,  teasing  him  in  response.

“  anyways  ,”  she  began  once  more,  still  shaking  her  head,  “  well,  i'd  like  some  answers  too,  s-so  a  little  bit  of  poking  and  prodding  is  fine…  i  guess,”  she  murmured,  smile  twisting  into  a  grimace.

she  had  so  many  questions  and  she  was  tired  of  questions.  she  wanted  answers.  was  she  really  a  clone?  who  was  she  a  clone  of?  was  raccoon  city  really  her  fault?  how  much  did  the  people  around  her  really  know?  was  she  immune  to  the  t-virus  and  it's  offshoots?  why  hadn't  she  turned  after  getting  bitten  at  the  hotel?  why  hadn't  she  turned  after  ingesting  copious  amounts  of  blood  in  that  insane  slaughter  house  at  rhodes  hill?  what  was  going  to  happen  to  her  now?  what  about  emily?  where  would  she  go?  what  would  happen  to  that  poor  little  girl?

the  grimace  morphed  into  a  frown.

“  d-do  you  think  they'll  be  out  soon?  ”  she  asked  softly,  looking  out  of  the  back  of  the  ambulance  where  they  sat,  towards  that  horrifying  building…  or  what  was  left  of  it  anyway. 

A burger joint it was, then. Wesker dialled the number of one of the local fast food places in the city, ordering two burgers, some fries, some drinks for them, and he got Grace a desert as well. If they were going to be here in the late hours, then he may as well enjoy the sugar content.

Generally, Albert opted for more healthier options when it came to his diet, but he was still human, and every now and again, he did enjoy the disgustingly greasy food that was American culture.

When he put the phone down, he told her, "It shouldn't take long. 15 minutes at most." That was the handy thing about being in the centre of town. He pushed himself up from his desk and took his coat off the rack, hanging it over his shoulders. "I will wait downstairs." It had just started to rain, he could hear it pattering across the windows of the office now.

"You just keep working. I won't be long." He moved past her and headed out the door to give her a moment to keep working on her own, and the moment she probably needed to breathe whilst he wasn't inside the room after she'd seen him entirely buck naked.

In the meantime, Wesker pulled out his pager from his pocket, reading a message Birkin had sent him. He, too, was working late hours in the Arklay Mountains.

             grace  was  much  more  enthused  about  work  with  the  promise  of  a  free  burger  on  its  way.  she  did  feel  a  little  like  she  was  wasting  the  precincts  budget,  but  at  the  same  time,  she  needed  food  too.  especially  since  she  had  already  sacrificed  her  sleep…  and  her  dignity  tonight.  the  least  the  budget  could  do  was  get  her  a  tasty  treat  to  keep  her  going  as  she  typed  away  on  her  computer.

something  she  was  doing  with  precision  and  speed,  hardly  paying  attention  to  her  hands  as  she  wrote  and  concentrated  on  her  points.  she  had  always  been  good  at  writing,  and  putting  key  details  together.  it  was  what  she  was  good  at.  it  was  why  she  had  been  hired  on  the  way  she  had  -  her  skills  were  useful  for  writing  reports  and  helping  with  that  burden  while  also  giving  her  expert  hand  at  research. 

once  involved  in  a  case,  she  obsessed  over  it  until  it  was  figured  out.  it  led  to  more  than  one  late  night  for  the  blonde,  but  she  didn't  mind.  she  enjoyed  her  work,  and  if  it  helped  solve  a  case  and  put  some  asshole  behind  bars,  all  the  better.

she  only  jumped  a  little  when  she  heard  the  gentle  knock,  having  gotten  into  the  zone.  but  she  was  quickly  pushing  papers  and  files  aside  to  make  room  for  the  food.

“  c-captain!  do  you  need  a  hand?”  she  asked,  eying  the  bags  he  held.  they  were  covered  in  grease  themselves  and  as  gross  as  it  looked,  she  was  still  fighting  the  urge  to  salivate  at  the  thought  of  the  contents  inside.

He gave a click of his tongue. "I'm just relieved it's a sprain and not anything worse... I feel bad that you got hurt. I know you aren't the outdoorsy type but I talked you into it-"

It was fortunate that they hadn't gotten that far on the trail so he didn't have to walk more than ten minutes to reach the small, dirt lot where he'd parked the SUV. When they reached it, he activated the fob and opened the passenger side door. Okay, so, how could he do this without hurting her ankle more? Leon turned around, keeping Grace elevated on his back then slowly lowering her into the seat without bumping her legs on anything.

             she  couldn't  help  but  pout  at  that.  he  wasn't  even  going  to  pretend  that  maybe  she  hadn't  been  staring  at  his  ass  and  that  was  why  she  tripped?  he  could  have  made  something  up  that  was  nicer,  like,  she  saw  a  cute  bunny  or  something  and  tripped. 

or  she  was  so  in  love  with  hiking  now  she  forgot  to  pay  attention  to  her  feet  -  but  no,  just  stuck  the  truth  out  there. 

she  sighed  and  grumbled  until  he  finally  put  her  down  in  the  seat  and  took  their  bags,  tossing  them  in  back.

“  maybe  i  just  tripped  on  purpose  so  we  could  leave  earlier,”  she  joked,  rolling  her  pale  eyes  at  him,  leaning  forward  to  kiss  the  tip  of  his  nose.

“  relax,  i'm  going  to  be  totally  fine!  all  set  to  go  -  let's  grab  burgers  on  the  way  back,”  she  added  after  a  moment,  cheeky  grin  on  her  lips.

Her peace was monetarily interrupted by a freight train of an impulsive thought crashing into her mind. PROPOSE TO HER RIGHT NOW! THEY CAN BE ENGAGEMENT KITTENS. She did NOT blurt that thought out, they didn't need a repeat of the confused and hurt feelings from the beginning of their relationship when Jill had less self-control. But her smile grew at the thought--one day, if she was lucky.

"I'm your menace," she corrected. "You signed up for this bullshit a long time ago."

          well  now  grace  was  going  to  kill  her.  she  had  brought  home  two  kittens  and  hadn't  even  bought  supplies  for  them?  she  was  starting  to  wonder  if  jill  had  been  dropped  on  her  head  as  a  child.  she  was  so  lucky  grace  was  holding  two  of  the  most  precious  little  furballs  in  history  right  now  or  she'd  beat  her  up  (  okay,  not  really,  but  still  ).

she  shook  her  head,  pale  eyes  to  the  sky,  asking  for  patience  before  she  murdered  the  brunette  before  sighing  and  handing  the  kittens  over,  albeit,  reluctantly.

TRANSFORMING LIVES THROUGH MEDICINE —

Doctor Victor Gideon , former umbrella corporation researcher & current director of rhodes hill chronic care center ( from resident evil requiem ; compatible with previous titles ) . private & selective , headcanon based , crossover friendly .

"Live from After Doomsday Hours RNN, Alyssa Ashcroft senior reporter. Glad you could all tune in for this interview exclusive with me.

As far as dating I never cared about who Grace was interested in but I kind of figured her personality would attract specific people. I figured she'd marry the first woman that was nice to her and become a classic Subaru lesbian with two cats, or bring home a horny dude that would also mack at me and I'd have to kick him out. Grace is a lot of things but I'm worried that she definitely would go along with way the hell too much that bitchass men think of.