#unbreakablevalentine

[made0fmold]

“You look like you had a Bad Day, Need a Kiss?” (For Chris from @unbreakablevalentine )

𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒

Chris swept a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh then nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I do. And maybe a hug, too."

@unbreakablevalentine

[themultiversemercs]

Hold still... (from @unbreakablevalentine )

(From here!)

There was a secondary wince from him as she tended to his wound. While her attention was appreciated, his wounds almost visibly healing on its own.

"It's only a flesh wound." He lied, eyeing the stab wound in his arm from their latest BOW battle.

[made0fmold]

Heatwave: My muse has been sending yours flirty texts all day. When your muse meets up with them after work, the first thing yours does is kiss them breathless. (From @unbreakablevalentine for Chris)

𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑒

@unbreakablevalentine

Texting wasn't something Chris did often. He preferred face-to-face conversation or a good old-fashioned phone call. But having a cellphone was necessary for business communications... and sending photo attachments to Jill. The first one he'd sent was of himself wearing an old baseball cap, t-shirt and jeans while flashing a big, toothy smile at the camera. This was taken by a friend about a week prior during a guys night when Jill was out of town. It started with Chris being goofy in his texts (even making lame jokes she no doubt rolled her eyes at) but it eventually transitioned to them flirting. At one point Jill asked for a picture of him during one of his work-outs at the gym—glistening in all his shirtless glory. The beard made him look older and she liked it so he let it continue to grow out. When they met up for lunch, Chris strode up to his partner with purpose in his step and kissed her until they were both breathless. "Been thinkin' about you all day," he muttered when they pulled apart.

[made0fmold]

“Chris, are you okay? You know you can talk to me,” Jill said, putting a caring hand on his arm, “You seem troubled.” (From @unbreakablevalentine if that’s okay. Sideblog to ltsharpshooter)

Chris looked down at the hand, sighed, and brought his own hand up to cover the smaller, more slender extremity. "I've always got something on my mind," he admitted with a faint smile and a shake of his head. "Thanks, Jill. Really." His eyes might have lingered on hers for a couple beats too long—filled with a fondness he held only for his partner.

[chxckandmxte-a]

@unbreakablevalentine​​ asked :  🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

It had been a rather peaceful night for the two, watching movies with lots of cuddles, watching crime mysteries trying to guess who the killer was, or the suspect if it was another crime other than homicide. A night full of fun, and spending lots of quality time together. Both of the were on holidays which meant much more time together, this was probably the most the two had done together in a while due to their own professions, they were both anti-bioterror organizations. But they were two different organizations.

Though it did prove to be quite challenging with the two of them being on the go most of the time. Many times there had been where Leon or Jill was in another side of the world, counting the days until they would be with their other half again. The constant traveling and being apart was painful sure, but the fact they were working through it together was just a PRIME example of how strong their relationship was. 

At about two in the morning, Leon and Jill both decided to go to bed. So, they retired to their bedroom, got in their bed covered up and went to sleep after shutting the lamps off and turning their fan on. After a few hours of peaceful sleep, Leon would be awoken suddenly by Jill screaming, Leon quickly jolted up and turned the lamp on his nightstand over on his side. When the light came up, he saw the horrified look in her eyes. Leon didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around her and pull her close into his arms, putting her face to his chest.

[{☣}] - “Jill! Hey easy! easy! it was just a nightmare..” 

He kept his arms wrapped firmly around her and began to slowly sway his body side to side as he continued to comfort her gently, nightmares were horrible, Leon recalled having many of his own, at least she wouldn’t be dealing with this alone.

[{☣}] - “It’s okay Jillybean, I’m right here by your side, always.”

[themultiversemercs]

❝ you know what i love about you? ❞ (from unbreakablevalentine)

"Hmmmm, I mean... I could have a guess, but I think I'd much rather hear it from you." His familiar cheeky grin was plastered across his face

[survivalspecialist]

❝ you’re holding on to things that are holding you back. ❞ (from unbreakablevalentine)

“Holding me back from being sober? Yeah, sure,” he agreed with a shrug and a rolling turn of his head that showed just how much he’d had to drink. “The dead tend to do that.

“Spindly, rotten fingers holding on and not letting go. As far back as Marvin, Krauser, Luis and Mike in Spain... I remember all their names...”

He took another measured swig from the bottle before dropping it a little heavily back on the coffee table, the loud thud making him wince but he still left it uncapped.

“If you mean drinkin’s holding me back? Yeah, maybe. As long as I’m sober on the job, nothing else much matters though.”

[survivalspecialist]

🥀 (from unbreakablevalentine)

Send ⭐️ for an unplotted fluff starter or 🥀 for an angst starter

Feeling the Heat.

“What the hell are you doing here Jill? You can’t be seen with me! You’ll be implicated in this shit right along with me!”

One scapegoat was bad enough, especially when they’d made the mistake of choosing him, of all people. He might be ripe for early retirement but they were about to find that pinning an outbreak on him was going to be bad for their health.

‘He’d broken under the strain!’

‘Turned to drink first, spiraled from there, of course he’d be deluded into turning on them.’

‘Disillusioned, jaded. Maybe he liked the irony of being responsible for the very thing he’d spent his entire life fighting.’

‘We’re winning the fight against bioterrorism, maybe his livelihood was threatened with potentially fewer outbreaks?’

The supposed reasons for his unleashing the C virus again were unsettlingly plausible in some cases to outrageously stupid in others. There was already a vaccine for C in production thanks to a certain mercenary’s blood, so why would he bother trying to spread C? Yet it was the C virus that was spreading through a city in the Middle East; precisely close enough to where he’d been investigating rumours about a black-market dealer holing up, to leave him well and truly front and centre in the list of suspects. Apparently even over the black marketeer himself.

And now, Jill had shown up. Whether sent by the BSAA or there of her own will really didn’t matter. Tracking him down and meeting him in person was going to land her in deep shit.

“You know I didn’t do this shit, you should be out there finding out who did!”

@unbreakablevalentine