#ali writes

leon kennedy:

this man is doing just about fuck-all during his vacation. he is lounging by the pool, mimosa in hand, sunglasses on, and pretending that there is no one around him. he will staunchly refuse to do any sort of activities or excursions the others may have signed up for.the only activity that leon will do is horizontal relaxation. he becomes so proficient at laying completely still that the hotel staff are convinced he is asleep with his eyes open. they have had to check on him multiple times.

he gets approached surely, but other than an awkward jerk of his head, does not really acknowledge it. he does have his cellphone nearby in case of an emergency, but did place a threat to hunnigan that he would willingly injure himself to avoid going back to work if they called him. leon just wears a blue pair of swim trunks. there is not a shirt to be seen on him. it does give him a crazy disgusting tan though.

(x reader): he could maybe be convinced to leave the pool chair. this does require some light begging and the use of puppy dog eyes. the whiskey comes with him. he will, however, go to a nice restaurant and have a little date night (with some light exercise back in the hotel room ). at night, he loves to go swimming in the pool with you when no one else is around. overall, you can tell he's much more relaxed than he is at home without the looming threat of being called into work. leon's more affectionate, less high strung, and generally at ease that makes it feel like a honeymoon.

chris redfield:

munching. grubbing to the highest degree. if he paid good money for all you can eat, you can bet he's running that restaurant to the ground. he is up at 5am sharp, goes to breakfast, does some laps in the pool, goes to lunch, goes to an excursion, eats dinner, drinks by the pool, and then passes out in bed. he is using every hour of that day to do anything other than his job.

he does however, have a toxic trait. chris redfield does not believe in sunscreen. claire has to go out of her way to try and hold down chris to get him to put sunscreen on. every single time, he burns to a crisp, loudly complains that he is in pain, and then goes out again with no sunscreen. it is a vicious cycle for chris redfield. he's the white guy with the apple watch tan. he listened one time when jill got mad at him, but did not put two and two together than when you put sunscreen on, you do not get sunburned. he never listened her again.

chris is wearing one singular pair of sandals throughout the whole vacation, which look like they have been through a world war. the infamous hawaiian shirt makes a comeback, which looks like it is ripping at the seams. to be fair, not many shirts fit chris redfield.

(x reader): chris will ask you to go to the bar and have a drink together. you both chat idly and make observations about the people around you, and then stumble back to the hotel room once you both are sufficiently drunk. the only sore spot for chris is when someone tried to approach you at the pool. he had to stand there menacingly (and maybe flex a little) to ensure they go away. luckily, he never has to do anything drastic. it does put him off for a little bit though, and he requires some coaxing to relax again.

claire redfield:

stays away from the boys. she is there to party and pointedly not babysit the buffoons she came her with. she is up late at night, getting drinks by the bar, chatting up people, and generally having a good time. she loves an excursion, and goes with the girls. they have a time swimming with dolphins, hiking mountains, and generally just seeing the sights. claire does try to encourage everyone to participate in some way, to varying degrees of success.

she has realized the futility of her efforts in getting chris to wear sunscreen and has decided to let him suffer. this girl does have sunscreen, tanning lotion, sunglasses, and proper swimming footwear. she's got appropriate clothes for every occassion, but does not ditch her leather jacket even when its thirty degrees outside.

(x reader): she just wants to show you the wonders of whatever place you went to. whatever you want to do, claire is your girl and will take you there. you leave the vacation with a concerning amount of candids that she took of you, that she insists you post to your instagram. you are the itinerary, and she will have a great time no matter what you choose to do. her favourite part was the bar, where you both had to talk loud over the music and lean into each other as the night dragged on.

jill valentine:

honestly, pretty similiar to leon. she is right beside him with a drink in hands, and zero fucks to give. she ar rives at the pool around mid-morning, settles into a chair next to leon, orders a drink, and then they proceed to say absolutely nothing over the course of several hours. they have this incredibly unique ability to sit in complete silence without either feeling like they have to fill the void. this drives claire insane.

she does have a tendency to stay inside when the sun is too hot, and watches tv with the ac on. she does not listen to rebecca's concerns that she could have done that at home. she loves to hit rebecca with the "but im in ____ watching tv." jill can be convinced to leave the pool under certain circumstances, which are usually claire asked nicely or that there is alcohol involved.

(x reader): she loves you, truly she does. but she also loves peace and silence. jill will sit next to you and doesn't feel the need to fill the space with conversation, and she is just perfectly content to exist next to you. it's all about parallel play with jill valentine. if you want to do something else without her, she just gives you a goodbye with a quick kiss and reminds you that she's just a text away. if you do convince her to go out, she is able to endure it for a couple hours before she's yearning for her poolside chair again. but she loves you enough to try.

luis sera:

luis sera approached vacation with a simple mindset. he will have a lady or man from each country. every experience must be pursued with maximum enthusiasm and minimum shame. if no one from the resort stops him, he will not wear anything at all. when put under duress, he will compromise by wearing a speedo. he does attempt to bother leon, but has been met with a knee to the crotch. both with speedo and without.

within twelve hours of arrivaql, luis knows everyone's business. he is there for pool volleyball, dance lessons, guided rainforest hike, and the sunset cruise. he knows who got divorced and will endlessly yap this information to those trying to relax by the pool.

(x reader): he will have you in every corner of the resort. he will find every excuse to touch you or be around. god forbid you have some peace or alone time the whole trip. travelling with luis is a state of mild public embarrassment at all times. he will absolutely flirt with you like you both are meeting for the first time, and he will drag you into absolutely everything. there is a karaoke night where he dedicates a song for you. the quality of said performance is something else entirely. he just wants to show off his sexy partner for anyone that will give him a second's attention.

ada wong:

no one knows where she is staying. she is there under a false name, somehow got a massive discount, and then vanishes for hours with no explanation. she will every so often materialize next to someone, deliver a line so devastating that it ruins their day, and then disappears. she appears beside luis while he is mid-flirting, says "no sanchos for you, i see." and then she is gone by the time he turns around.

her favourite hobby is to either annoy wesker or 'slightly' ruin leon's day. she might stalk jake and sherry a little out of curiosity. on rare occasions, she'll hang out with luis but will once again disappear the second she runs out of patience. they do take a salsa dancing class together though. ada swore him to secrecy or else she would leak his social security number.

(x reader): she still does disappear at mysterious times. but, she's aware enough to give you some comfort before she does. and there's usually a gift involved when the comes back. when she does invite you places, she will not tell you where you are going. you just go along for the ride. when she is with you, she is fully with you. ada is good at remembering small details and acts like it was obvious all along, like ordering that drink from the bar you like or exactly how you like your steak done. good luck when she invites you over to her hotel room.

rebecca chambers:

chronic overpacker. she is there with an itenerary- the best excursions, the best restaurants, the best sight-seeing locations, and prepared contingency plans. not a single person follows this itenerary. chris has already gone comatose from shrimp, leon is also comatose from alcohol, jill has locked her room so she can watch tv in peace, and claire has disappeared. she has become the designated babysitter of six extremely dumb children.

she's usually the one that will get jill out of her comfort zone. and the other, with some mildly veiled threats. she is the mom of the group, but also needs to relax herself. once you get a few sweet cocktails in her, she will either be lounging right next to jill and leon at the pool or be climbing the goddamn walls like a little bioweapon. she does not handle alcohol well.

(x reader): rebecca is gently taking care of you whether you like it or not. she has optimized your happiness, will constantly ask if you have this or that, and will provide it if you do not. she does get a little flustered when things don't go according to plan, but visibly relaxes once you comfort her. she can finally let go of being the only responsible one when you're around, and lets herself relax and do regular vacation things without raising her bpm.

carlos oliveira:

carlos wants to relax and look sexy doing it. he does come along with luis to pick up people, but usually fails. he rocks a completely unbuttoned hawaiian shirt, sunglasses that sit on the tip of his nose so he can sexily look up at people through them, and expensive slides. he also likes to take pictures of the others and send them with no contex t. carlos is a big fan of beach volleyball, but not only for the exercise, but because he thinks it makes his biceps look nice. he will casually flex for jill if she walks by, to which she ignores.

tries to compete with all the boys in arm wrestling at the bar. multiple glasses are smashed in the process. perhaps a table. he will not admit that chris beat him. he does love to swim laps in the pool though. he gets too energetic without stimulation for too long, and its a great way to tire him out before he annoys other people. kind of like a dog you need to take on a walk every day.

(x reader): carlos includes you in everything. you are on his beach volleyball team. he has already ordered you drinks. you are signed up for activities. he will invite you out to sea to try and make out with you. he will also make you watch his very shitty dives into the water so you can clap and cheer for him anyways. but his absolute favourite thing to do is walk out of the water like he's in a music video so you can awe at his physique. he also makes really shitty pick up lines that would make luis cringe. but it's oddly charming to you, and your tolerance for them only eggs him on more.

grace ashcroft:

chronic inability to relax. she is so stressed out about arriving places on time that the vacation actually stresses her out more than staying at home. she does calm down around the girls, mostly because rebecca is responsible enough to do that shit on her own. she does love documenting the whole trip on her camera, and keeps snapping embarrassing pictures of the others by accident. she has seven photos from different days of leon in the exact same pose unmoving.

she is also constantly on her laptop. girl just wants to scroll on reddit and tumblr by the pool. she is also listening to true crime on her headphones. there is nothing like sitting in a resort listening to how a woman got dismembered to grace. she would try to make conversation with everyone, but end up stuttering like always and slowly easing herself out of the interaction entirely. everyone thinks its cute, but it flusters her to no end. is secretly amazing at beach volleyball, but does not want to face piers.

(x reader): she loves to take photos of you. every single one of them are kept. grace promises she is trying very hard to relax, but her brain is constantly running a million miles a minute. you end up being her anchor point that she can gravitate towards whenever she becomes overwhelmed, and she becomes noticeably calmer afterwards. she would look around in gift shops trying to buy something cute, second guess herself, and then just ask you which couple themed item you want to share.

piers nivans:

piers, above all else, agrees to whatever chris tells him to do. this does end up with him accidentally committing to five am runs on his vacation. he is kind of introverted when it comes to strangers, so he mostly sticks to his inner circle the whole time. he is villain number two to the restaurant staff, as he and chris destroy that breakfast buffet. they are both army men that have gotten too used to rations and generally shitty food.

he is extremely competitive in beach volleyball. while carlos uses it as a way to show off, piers demolishes that twink in about five minutes. there is a distinct ball shaped bruises on carlos' leg for the remainder of the trip. he's rocking the tight henley shirt and jorts for the whole trip. he likes keeping things in his many pockets. the baseball cap and ray bans never come off so he can stay away from the sun. he's had too many farmers tans to repeat that mistake again.

(x reader): piers starts off way too structured, a little too used to miliatry lifestyle, before slowly being able to relax around you. he's also very shy around you at first, and pointedly looks away when you emerge in swimwear. piers is a true gentleman, and it shows through everything he does. while he does try to optimize the day, he checks in with you before doing anything and tries to tamp down the competitiveness in front of you.

sherry birkin:

the only person that reads rebecca's itenerary. she even highlights sections and attends four excursions. she checks on people, makes sure they're hydrated, and reminds chris that his skin is no longer within acceptable human range. she kinda sticks by grace and makes sure she doesn't have a full blown panic attack, but does get some time in to relax herself. she tries to sit by the pool and have a conversation with leon, which just ends up with her chatting his ear off for the better part of an hour with the occassional grunt back.

sherry is a fond lover of matching bikini and accessories. she bought them just for this trip, and gets a slight glow on her skin when she leaves. she is however, extremely in pain from the sun as she is pale as a ghost and has extremely light eyes.

(x reader): sherry is thoughtful in a little bit of a roundabout way. she checks in on you, but tries to do so in a way that doesn't seem overbearing. she'll fix things around you- like your drink under the shade so the ice doesn't melt and walking slightly closer in crowded areas. she is all about minimizing your stress in the little ways. she tends to remain quiet during group activities, but is talkative around you. she's not heavy into pda, but she makes it clear to everyone around that you are indeed a couple.

albert wesker:

wesker did not want to come on this stupid vacation. it's all an inefficient waste of his time, but was coerced through methods that are classified. he is still wearing black. yes, it is the trenchcoat. yes, he does have short shorts underneath the trenchcoat. yes, he does have vacation sunglasses. no one can tell the difference from his regular sunglasses.

he does not enter the pool because "i do not frolic". chris did see him one time in a bathrobe, but no one believes him. grace has multiple pictures where he is wearing identical scowls in each one. the one thing that wesker enjoys is the various animals that resort staff fold out of towels.

Oddly relieved that he can’t see his friend’s face, Reg blinks several times, trying to tear his gaze away but to no avail. It isn’t quite curiosity that tingles at the back of his mind so much as bewilderment; Paddy Mayne has never been the kind of man to wear his feelings on his face, always juggling between madness and contentment. For a beat, Reg cannot help but wonder if this is the first time he sees his friend truly happy —not just exhilarated with adrenaline after a raid or a good boxing match, but giddy with a happiness so innocent and strong it rattles in his bones, muscles losing their usual tension and scowl smoothing out.

In hindsight, Reg should have seen it coming. He should have known when Paddy’s hands had shaken as they tried to stop McGonigal’s blood from pouring all over the sand, when Paddy’s voice had trembled and broken as it hushed reassurances to a terrified lad. When McGonigal had lost consciousness and for a terrible second they’d all thought that was it, and Paddy thrashed and howled against Reg, swearing vengeance around a broken heart.

Ever since Squatter, Paddy Mayne’s feelings for McGonigal have been the worst kept secret in the SAS, though nobody voiced it. Yet, to see these feelings confirmed and reciprocated has something strange prickle at the back of Reg’s neck. It’s not disgust — he doesn’t care what Paddy gets up to and with whom — nor quite discomfort, but odd. Reg had known homosexuals existed even before, had suspected Paddy might be one, so being faced with it shouldn’t feel underwhelming. Except it does. As though something he’d been warned about his entire life was in fact nothing but a fleck of dust, harmless and wholly undeserving of the reputation that’s been branded on it.

McGonigal laughs again, nose nudging in Paddy’s hair with a tenderness that squeezes Reg’s gut. He should look away. These are his friends. But Reg’s eyes stay glued to the shake of Paddy’s shoulders as he raises a hand to cup Mcgonigal’s face, pulling it towards him and meeting him in a kiss, though McGonigal’s smiling too wide to properly kiss back. The kiss is innocent, romantic in a way Reg doesn’t know how to reconcile with the man who’s driven a jeep up the stairs of the manor with a manic grin on his face; the intimacy of it finally slams Reg back into his own body and he turns his head away, face burning as he hears the rustle of clothes, the hushed whispers dripping in fondness that have Reg squirming on his feet as silently as he can.

There are some things one should never know about their friends; why should Reg ever have to know that McGonigal calls Paddy “love” the same way Paddy calls him “lad”? Reg doesn’t need to see the tenderness with which Paddy puts each of McGonigal’s curls back in place, but now he’s seen it — those same hands that had shakily smoothed sweaty strands from a pale forehead now gently rearranging carefully gelled hair.

Despite his mounting discomfort at the knowledge he’ll never be able to forget, Reg finds he is happy for his friends; Paddy’s distress at McGonigal’s injuries had torn at his heart, and with how small a unit the SAS used to be, Reg did grow close with McGonigal too. To have him spur Paddy on with even more devilish ideas is one of the reasons the SAS has emerged victorious on many raids and missions, and there is no one else Reg would entrust Paddy’s happiness to.

Finally, the two men start making their way out of the library, passing by Reg’s hiding place with no hurry even as the latter stops breathing altogether, heart thundering in his chest. While he may be happy for his friends and willing to protect them and their secret with his life, Reg has no intention of facing Paddy’s scalding wrath and McGonigal’s cunning tongue. The wood creaks under their boots, and their approach of the library’s door seems like an eternity, but soon Paddy is out in the hallway

Until McGonigal lingers in the doorway and turns on his heel to close the door, eyes sweeping across the library. Mischievous, daring brown eyes appear to look right at him, though Reg is sure his figure can’t be seen from where the younger man is standing. Yet, there is no denying the wink the Irishman sends his way, a smirk pulling at his lips before the door shuts with a soft click, McGonigal’s footsteps echoing in the hallway.

Fuck.

Paddy and McGonigal’s relationship might be a secret, but there is one thing all the men who fought in the desert know for sure.

Paddy will know of Reg’s escapade before lights out tonight.

End notes :

Later that night:

*Paddy and Eoin, comfortably tucked in the two beds they’ve pushed together*

Eoin, vibrating out of his skin : The library was fun today

Paddy : Aye, though you really should leave my uniform alone, the wrinkles were a wee bit incriminating

Eoin :

Eoin : Anyway, Reg was there

Paddy *squeaky voice* : wHaT

Paddy doesn’t meet Reg’s eyes for the rest of week, which is just as well because Reg can’t look him in the eye either. There has been one (1) attempt at discussion, and it would be complicated to say for whom it was more mortifying and an overall miserable experience. Four words were perhaps exchanged before they gave up and ended up boxing; all went back to normal after that