#Probably will meet Leon there and do karaoke

[micharedmc]

The Gorgons are Mythological and yet you made them Real.

Content Warning: Gore, descriptions of past abuse, graphic descriptions of people who Ivory experimented on, dark stuff galore Don't read if you don't like.

The smell of bleach, antiseptic and odd chemicals permeated the air, a mix that whilst clean was also sickening with the hidden meanings of why. But it was better than the stench of rot and blood, of waste and burning rubber. Gun poised in front of her, Molly traversed the quiet halls of the Umbrella facility in the Antarctic she'd been sent to by the B.S.A.A. It was supposed to be a Search and Rescue situation but things looked grim. She was sent alone, which was nerve-wrecking and honestly? She found it stupid. They always sent teams out for S&R's. A team, even if forced solo, always found more survivors when split up or if there were no survivors, they could at least report a cleared area. Alone? She had to remember which twisted hall of the lab she'd already traversed. It took hours to explore the first floor of the lab and she let out a quiet groan in finding there was four floors down, then the basement. All of that was time-consuming enough. A team would have had a better chance at searching and reaching any survivors. It really made Molly wonder whether the B.S.A.A was really as competent as they made it seem. Horrors on each level would haunt her memories and dreams to come. With each mangled corpse she passed, she prayed that Hades would lead the innocent to peace and the evil to the worst of the Underworld. Each cell held a miserable body whether they were fully dead or infected and wandering. With each report she picked up and read, each story she learned, Molly felt more and more miserable at being alone because the weight of the deaths of the families, of the children, was almost too much on top of the lack of sleep and psychological terror of every event that lead up to her wandering the halls of the 'Test Subject' Cell Block. Lumps of flesh, bones, limbs and gore piled high in some cells. The smell had Molly nearly puking, but she managed to hold back. Barely. And yet the worst to see yet was the poor souls that were still alive behind the thick glass, behind sealed doors designed to keep them in no matter what they mutated into. But not all of those souls were innocent. "Του Ελαίου... τι σου έχουν κάνει;!" Molly gasped, dropping her gun and pressing both hands to the glass of the cell before her. Monstrous as they were now, she could recognise those eyes, much similar to those of Alexios, of her little siblings. Though now with slit-pupils, emerald and sapphire eyes narrowed in on her features. Wisps of hair still held on their heads between scales, though it looked less like a consequence of their transformation and more because of violence. Her parents had ripped at each other, gashes dug deep into skin and scales. One of her father's eyes was half out the socket, swinging merely by the string of flesh containing the optic nerve, and her mother's jaw was nearly ripped clean off, blood bubbling out of her throat.

One body had its face bashed in, splattered beneath the meaty fist of what used to be her eldest sister, Ophelia. 'They kept my family in here together... that corpse... Dorian?' she thought, her hands shaking. Backing away from the glass, she grabbed her gun and collapsed into a chair, not caring that it smeared blood onto her already messy gear. The three in the cell threw themselves at the glass, roars and screeches coming from inside. But Molly didn't flinch. She just watched blankly, feeling nothing and everything all at one. Was this...? Did the B.S.A.A send her alone because they knew they were here? No, no, surely not... who even did this... Those faces she'd once known, once tried to forget, they were twisted but still recognisable. And she remembered everything that had come with knowing them. Knives, fists and punches, slaps and kicks and screaming. Silent treatments and days locked in her room with no food, no water, her bed covered in specks of old blood. A bucket in the corner because lord knows if she, Sophia or Phoenix made a mess anywhere else, they'd be thrown into the basement, and it was dark and scary and she never wanted to go back, didn't want to be cut by loose teeth left on the floor, didn't want to see her own bones again, wouldn't let them snatch Phia or Nix ever again- And she snapped back to the present moment to silence. They had stopped their fruitless violence towards the cell's thick glass window. She. Was. Okay.

They were cruel and reflected all that was wrong in the world. Molly didn't believe anyone deserved to be subjected to what they had been turned to, but a small part of herself argued that their nightmare visage reflected what they had been all along. They were in pain, clearly, if their noises were any indication. So again she stood and slowly approached the console still barely lit in front of the window. "You will meet your fate at the hands of άδης, for he shall give you what no one on Earth can without committing evil acts themselves. What I do for you is a mercy, because you are suffering and will continue to if I let you live. You may even hurt more people if you slip free." she spoke loud enough for them to hear, though she knew not if they understood. "Σου δίνω το έλεος που δεν σου αξίζει καθόλου. Προσεύχομαι να τελειώσουν τα βάσανά σου. Εάν ο Άδης είναι ελεήμων, επιτρέψτε στον εαυτό σας να αναλογιστεί τα βάσανα που έχετε προκαλέσει. Δεν σε αγαπώ πια, αλλά σε αγάπησαν μια φορά. Αντίο μαμά και μπαμπά. Αντίο Οφηλία. Ντόριαν, ​​έχεις φύγει προ πολλού, αλλά παρόλα αυτά, σε αποχαιρετώ." With her final words, she lowered her gaze and worked her way through the console's many encrypted codes, aided little by passwords left behind by dead scientists. Soon the cell filled with gas, coloured red clouds thick and fast-spreading. Molly only left when they were dead, documentations written by one Dr. Ivory Belladonna-Wesker in hand that detailed the experiments that had been ongoing. Of course that snake, that slimy hag, had something to do with this. And she had been planned to be next on the list. Molly Jericho needed a drink. Vodka, wine, cider, whatever could make her forget shit faster.

Translations: "Του Ελαίου... τι σου έχουν κάνει;!" - "By Eleos... what have they done to you?!" (Eleos, also known as Elea, is the Greek Goddess of Mercy, Clemency, Compassion and Pity) άδης - Hades "Σου δίνω το έλεος που δεν σου αξίζει καθόλου. Προσεύχομαι να τελειώσουν τα βάσανά σου. Εάν ο Άδης είναι ελεήμων, επιτρέψτε στον εαυτό σας να αναλογιστεί τα βάσανα που έχετε προκαλέσει. Δεν σε αγαπώ πια, αλλά σε αγάπησαν μια φορά. Αντίο μαμά και μπαμπά. Αντίο Οφηλία. Ντόριαν, ​​έχεις φύγει προ πολλού, αλλά παρόλα αυτά, σε αποχαιρετώ." translates to- "I grant you mercy you do not deserve at all. I pray your suffering will end. If Hades is merciful, allow yourself to reflect on the suffering you have caused. I don't love you, but you were loved once. Goodbye mother and father. Goodbye Ophelia. Dorian, you are long gone, but still, I bid you farewell."

Dunno how I feel about this fic but ehh.. I was in the mood to write something dark and gory after watching a bunch of RE stuff tonight.

[romacharm]

do you want to be with somebody like me | leon kennedy x reader

SUMMARY: you've lost your friend at the bar. TAGS: alcohol, profanity / explicit language, first meetings, some humor, meet-cute, unresolved romantic tension, hints at depression LENGTH: 3.6k

[AO3]

Someone is singing awful karaoke. Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, he’s singing, way off-tempo, and he doesn’t know any of the rest of the words, even though every few lines he insists he has the song memorized. Your friend is off somewhere, doing something—you thought she was getting another drink, but when you’d followed her through the crowd she was nowhere to be found. 

So now you’re camped at the bar, running your fingers over the sticky wood of the bartop, unsure if you should get another drink or keep looking. You decide the best course of action is to stay in one place, so your friend can find you, and hope she didn’t also think the same thing. 

The bartender in front of you’s got his lips twisted into a frown. He’s watching the guy on the tiny stage at the front of the room, belting notes that are nowhere near the real ones. You imagine this is his favorite song, and he’s livid to hear such a blasphemous rendition of it. The crowd is going wild. You—well, you would also be going wild, if you could find your slippery friend, because at your core you love deeply terrible things. Instead, you turn to watch while still leaning on your elbows over the bar, taking up space that people are clamoring to get into. Because you’re a nuisance like that. 

A man sits at the bar next to you, and he runs a hand down his face. He’s nursing something on the rocks, in one of those nice glasses you always see mafia bosses drinking from on TV. It looks like crystal, even though it can’t be, because this isn’t one of those upscale bars that would shell out for nice glasses. He glances over at you and your eyes meet. On a whim, you mouth along to the song, This will be the day that I die. 

The line repeats, and he mouths it back. 

The guy on stage is falling over the mic, tripping over the friends crowded around him. It’s probably his birthday. He’s probably drunk out of his mind and hoping to get lucky tonight. You scan the crowd for your friend and can’t find her, again. 

The guy in front of you follows your gaze and puts a fist to his mouth. He leans toward you. 

“You a fan of this kind of stuff?” he asks you. 

“No,” you answer immediately. You press your fingers to your mouth, wiping away the hint of a smile that had been there. God. You love bad singing. 

You do not, however, love losing your friend in a karaoke bar full of drunk twenty-somethings with no impulse control. As a sort-of drunk twenty-something yourself, you’re all too familiar with the way your brains will latch onto anything. Your friend can handle herself, sure, but can you? 

“Looking for someone?” the guy asks again. 

“Yeah,” you say, and you have to lean in to be heard over the horrendous singing. How fucking long is this song? “My friend. You seen her?” 

“Probably not,” he says. “I’ve been right here.” 

“She’s like this tall, and she’s wearing all blue. Dark hair. You haven’t seen her?” 

“No,” the guy says, “but I’ll help you look, if you want.” 

You’ve half a mind to slam your head against the bartop, but you do not do that—in part because getting kicked out would greatly lower your chances of finding your friend, and would otherwise be totally humiliating. Nice of this guy to offer to help—in your experience, most guys would implore you to stay here. Which is a slippery slope to come back home with me, a guy you don’t know at all, and you are not really interested in getting murdered tonight. Point being that—at least this guy is asking to help. At least that’s something new. 

“That’s okay,” you say, because as much as you may want to, you do not believe the best in people. 

The guy gets up from his seat. It is immediately filled behind him. 

“Don’t worry,” he says. “Might be easier to find her from my vantage point.” 

…He is taller than you, you suppose. You scowl, but you don’t really mean it. 

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks.” 

The guy stretches a hand out to you. “I’m Leon.” 

You give him your name in return with a shake. Like you’re business partners, not two random people meeting in a club. 

The two of you push through the crowd. The guy on the stage is finally wrapping up his butchered version of “American Pie,” which you are exceptionally excited for. No act can top his, you think. You will forever be in search of something as terrible as his pitchy, off-tune rendition of a classic song. Leon cranes his neck, looking for your friend, and you’re forced to watch the muscles in his chest contract and expand as he breathes. Must he wear a shirt so tight? Goddamn. Not that you’re checking him out or anything. 

He leans down to breathe into your ear, “I don’t see her.” 

You try, very hard, not to shiver. Weird. 

Like, you can admit to yourself that he’s attractive, even in the dim lighting. You have eyes. But you also don’t know him, which means you should very much be on your guard. You keep reminding yourself of that, and yet… 

There’s this look in his eye that makes you want to believe in him. You hate that. You hate when people are good, and nice, and kind—it’s so much harder to find people like that. They make you want. They make you hope. 

“Damn,” you say. The two of you make your way to the back wall. You almost get swept away by the crowd as they part for the end of the song, and the guy on the stage is bowing and screaming something about college football. Someone shoves into your space, and Leon holds his arm out in front of you to push them away. 

“Oh, wait,” Leon says, and he squints into the opposite corner of the bar. “Is that her?” 

You stand on your tiptoes to peer over the crowd, but you can barely see. You make out a flash of blue in the corner booth, and you say, “Maybe?” 

Leon leans down, and you repeat yourself. He’s very close. 

You can not be falling in love with strangers again. 

The crowd does not move for the two of you, but someone else gets up on stage—they’re singing a Kelly Clarkson song, and you wish them luck for all the belting parts. You and Leon shove through to the opposite corner of the room, where—lo and behold—your friend is leaning toward some guy sitting in the booth next to her, a guy you think you recognize, vaguely, from somewhere. 

“Elsie!” You grip your friend’s shoulder in a vice-like grip. She whirls around to look at you, and says your name with a brilliant smile. 

“Hey!” She puts her hand over yours and turns back to the guy in front of you. “You remember Daniel!” 

No, you do not remember Daniel. 

“Oh, yeah,” Daniel says. “We met at the racquet club.” 

You do not go to the fucking racquet club. Who do you look like? Someone who can afford membership to the racquet club? 

“The time I brought you with me,” your friend tries to remind you, nudging your side. You feel like you’re going insane. You have never been to the racquet club. 

“I remember seeing you guys and thinking I had to talk to you,” Daniel says, staring at your friend. She avoids his gaze. 

“Who’s that?” Elsie asks, nodding at Leon. 

“Oh.” You turn back to Leon. “Thanks for helping me, Leon.” 

He nods, his eyes never straying from Elsie and Daniel. Like he’s sizing them up or something. Assessing threat levels. Elsie pulls your arm, forcing your head down next to hers, and whisper-yells way too loud in your ear, “He’s hot.” 

You know. 

Elsie scoots over on the booth and pats the now-open seat next to her. “Leon, why don’t you sit?” 

“Elsie,” you hiss. She meets your gaze with fake-innocence. Leon looks at you, then Elsie and Daniel, then you again, like he’s confused. He swallows; you watch the movement of his throat. The music is too loud, and the singing is just mediocre—not bad enough to be good. And it’s too hot. The press of bodies and sweat and alcohol closes in around you. 

If Leon sits, there will be no space in the booth for you. At the other table, this really old guy in full safari gear sits and stares at the floor. You don’t think he’s moved in hours, maybe years. Daniel has an unreadable expression on his face. Lights dance across your faces. A spike of irritation at your friend stabs through your stomach. 

“No, thanks,” Leon says. You look at him sidelong. He’s looking at you. 

Elsie frowns for a moment, then decides, “We need more drinks!” She hauls Daniel to his feet. To you, she says, “Hey, so you’ll be okay on your own, yeah?” 

You look between her and Daniel. “No, not really,” you say. 

“I’ll meet back up with you outside later,” Elsie says. “Let’s go!” 

“Wait—” you start to say, but she and Daniel have disappeared into the crowd. The Kelly Clarkson song is over, and the DJ’s put on some weird EDM abomination you can’t imagine anyone dancing, drinking, or talking to. 

You look at Leon again, and he cocks his head. 

“Sorry about that,” you say. “I guess I’ll just… head outside.” 

“Want company?” he asks. At first, you don’t hear him, so you get on tiptoe to get closer to his mouth. He repeats himself. 

“Sure,” you say. Because why not. You can only stomach so much betrayal in one day, the dramatic in you decrees. Why not. 

Leon follows you out through the entrance, onto the balcony. The bar is situated on the second floor—the first floor, coincidentally, is dedicated to some other bar that you’ve never heard of. To be fair, you hadn’t heard of this one before either, before Elsie had called this afternoon and told you she needs to get drunk and make out with a stranger tonight. You suppose this is not an uncommon feeling for her, if the amount of times she’s complained to you about her experiences with men are anything to go on. 

You rest your elbows on the railing of the balcony. It’s made of black metal; in the dark, it looks like there’s nothing under you. Leon stands next to you, mirroring your stance. 

It’s not that high up at all, but the cool night breeze paired with the near-midnight sky makes you feel like you’re a speck in a much larger city than this, like you’re just one of many people escaping to a balcony from a crowded room. Through the open door, you hear the music shift abruptly to “Mamma Mia” by ABBA. You watch Leon nod along to the beat, and sudden affection thrums under your skin. That small movement is enough, you think, to get a read on him. 

Because at first glance, Leon looks like someone you’d be scared of. He’s got a permanent scowl and furrowed eyebrows and a chiseled jaw, which is already a recipe for intimidation. It’s hard to tell if the reason your heart is pounding is because of fear or attraction. So the image of him—this handsome, dangerous stranger—bopping along to ABBA’s Swedish pop is so terribly cute that you can’t help but love him. 

“What?” he asks. 

“Huh?” 

“You’re staring.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Your eyes trace the curve of his jaw before you pointedly look away. 

“What?”

You should say something. Shouldn’t you? Make friendly conversation. He’s keeping you company, after all, when you would otherwise be staring at the sky feeling sorry for yourself. 

“Tell me about you, Leon,” you say. 

“There’s nothing interesting.” 

You hum in acknowledgement. “Wow. So secretive.” 

“There’s just not much to say about me.” 

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.” 

Leon scowls. He looks like a pouting puppy. 

So, rather than prying further, you start talking. It’s not something you have a lot of experience with, just rambling without end. You talk about a clue in the New York Times crossword that you hated. You tell him about how you met Elsie, and how you have never belonged anywhere, not once. About the time in college when you stayed up all night to watch the sunrise and how maybe that’s why you keep living. 

He looks at you when you say that, a strange understanding in his eyes. Like someone who’s seen the sunrise for the first time and gets it now, too. You want to squish his cheeks between your palms. 

“You,” he says, “have a lot of thoughts.” 

“Don’t you?” 

“I guess.” 

You wonder what goes on behind those eyes. What kinds of things does Leon think about? What does he do for fun? You’re so curious, but you can’t ask—he’s drawn a line, and as much as you want to, you can’t cross it. 

“You’re shivering,” Leon says. 

Huh. You are.

Leon’s jacket falls around your shoulders before you can insist you don’t need it. Once you have it, you don’t want to let it go. It’s a nice damn jacket, with fur lining and big pockets. You hold it close around yourself. 

“Thanks,” you say. Guilt pricks at you—now he’ll be cold.

Like he can read your mind, Leon says, “I run warm.”

This, somehow, is surprising to you. But also, it’s not. You suppose you hadn’t thought about it—not that you’d had time to. You’d only met him thirty minutes ago. 

“So, Leon,” you say, “what brings you to the bar tonight?” 

“A drink,” he says simply. 

You raise an eyebrow, curious. “You know, that’s a surprisingly rare answer.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah. Most people I know go out to party, or to get laid.” 

“Oh. Well.” He doesn’t seem to know how to respond to that. You wouldn’t either, if you were him. Maybe you shouldn’t have said it. You suppose the people you know are the worst kinds of bar-goers. The kind who never know where to stop. A beat later, he says, “Is that why you’re here?” 

You forgot that you count as people too. “No,” you say. “I was here playing wingman for Elsie. My friend. Supposedly.” 

“Supposedly,” he echoes. 

You watch him, then, the way his lips are set together and his jaw isn’t clenched, per se, but hardened, the lines of it stark. The way his gaze darts to you when he notices you staring, then quickly away. He’s sizing you up still. Trying to figure you out. There’s an insurmountable wall of unfamiliarity that neither of you seem properly equipped to traverse. 

“I wasn’t very good at it,” you say. “Playing wingman. If that wasn’t obvious.” 

“It was pretty obvious,” Leon says. “So you’re anti-social, and you like crosswords. What else?” 

Your face feels warm, right up to the tips of your ears. You chalk this up to the extra blood flowing to the parts that need desperately to stay warm, even though it’s not that cold out. He says it all huskily, like he’s confiding a secret in you. Like you are his hidden-away gem. He’s got big hands, you notice. 

There’s not much else to say, you suppose, but you search anyway. You tell him about the things you like, the little doodles at the corners of your planner, the keychains dangling from your bag. The places you’ve lived. He listens like he’s never heard anything more interesting, hooded eyes and the beginnings of a smile pulling at his lips. 

He doesn’t seem the type to smile often. You’re not sure what you did to make it happen, but you want to do it again. You want to see a real smile. 

“You have a nice voice,” he says suddenly. You flush. Is he trying to make you explode? Spontaneous combustion isn’t off the table here. 

“You do too,” you say, unsteady. 

He laughs at that—you think. It’s barely there, a quick exhale and a rumble in his chest you can’t really hear. “I didn’t think I did.” 

“Well, you do,” you say, and because you are an embarrassment to your family name, you add, “Plus, you’re attractive.” 

Leon’s eyes widen minutely. He opens his mouth to say something. Nothing comes out. 

“Sorry.”

“No,” he manages. “That’s okay.” He presses a palm over the bottom half of his face, obscuring his mouth, fingers splayed across his cheek. He’s flustered. He’s flustered. What the fuck did you do to him? You broke him. 

You grip the railing of the balcony and try not to feel so many types of ways. 

“I’m, uh,” Leon starts again, then stops. He swallows, and you watch the hunted-animal movement of his throat. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Oh,” you say. He’s glad? Okay. That’s new. You clasp your hands, let go, re-clasp them. You think about his big hands. What do you say to that? “Well. I’m glad.”

Leon seems to be satisfied with this answer. He tilts his head back and looks up to the sky, the starless expanse above saturated with light pollution. His chest expands with a deep breath in. You’re tempted to press your palm to the center of his chest, just to feel the movement. God, how dare he be attractive.

“I haven’t been relaxed like this in a long time,” he says. You shiver. “What, still cold?” 

“No,” you reply, “your jacket is really warm.” 

“Would be warmer if you used the sleeves.” 

“Oh, you got jokes, huh?” 

“And if I do?” 

You blink at him. “If you do?” 

“What are you gonna do about it?” 

This, somehow, delights you. He’s got jokes. You’ve got banter. It’s the closest you’ve felt to another person in a long time. You think of Elsie, probably sucking face in the bar proper, and you’re reminded that it’s okay not to want that—to want this, instead, learned easiness—or something like that. Maybe you’re just being hypocritical. After all, you don’t really know Leon. 

But that’s okay too, isn’t it? 

You’re not really making sense. 

“Not much for me to do about that,” you say. 

“You could laugh.” 

You let out a half-hearted, obviously fake laugh. 

“Ouch.” 

“Oh, did that hurt?” 

“So much. I’m wounded.” 

“Get better jokes, then. I’m waiting.” 

Leon’s face scrunches up in thought, like he’s shuffling through joke ideas in his head and not liking any of them. “You can’t put me on the spot like that.” 

“Mm. Sounds like an excuse.” 

“Hey.” 

You’re about to say something else—something you hadn’t thought through, as always, but that you hope was funny enough—when Elsie stumbles out of the bar. Her heels clang against the metal of the balcony. You and Leon both turn to look: her lipstick’s smeared across her mouth and her eyeliner is smudged. 

“Didn’t go well?” you ask. 

She greets you with a cheeky grin, at odds with the state of her. “It was fucking fantastic,” she says. “I’ll never see him again.” 

“Let’s hope not,” you quip. “Daniel's a good kisser? He goes to the fucking racquet club.” 

“It’s a perfectly nice place to hang out.” 

You make a face. 

“I’m being serious. And anyway, I didn’t kiss Daniel.” 

Elsie wobbles over to stand next to you at the railing. Leon tenses minutely. 

“Who then?” you ask. 

“I don’t know. Some guy. Don’t remember his name.” 

“Sure. Fair enough,” you say. Elsie leans her head on your shoulder. “Think it’s time we go home.”  

“Ugh. I don’t want to.” 

“And yet, you came out here anyway.” You wind your arm around Elsie, who is a disaster in very different ways than you, but you’re all she’s got and vice versa. Leon’s jacket shifts around you, and you clutch it to you with your other hand. “We should get going.” 

“Fiiine,” Elsie whines. 

You release her and shrug Leon’s jacket off. Immediately, your arms erupt in gooseflesh, missing its warmth. It takes all of your willpower to hold it out to him. “Thanks for keeping me company, Leon.” 

“Sure,” he says. He takes his wallet out of his back pocket and flips it open. “You got a pen?” 

“For what?” You pat down your nonexistent pockets. You do not have a pen. 

“Oh, found one.” He scribbles something on the back of a receipt, then takes his jacket from you. You blink and he’s swinging it back over your shoulders. Elsie retches behind you. 

“What—” 

“Keep it,” Leon says, “until we see each other again.” 

“Huh—” 

He takes the receipt and gently pushes it into the chest pocket of the jacket. “Get home safe.” 

“Leon—” He’s already left, retreating back into the bar with a little skip in his step. 

How rude of him to keep interrupting you. You wind your arms through the sleeves and are immensely, all-consumingly grateful. 

“Home,” Elsie says. 

“Geez, you’re so impatient.” 

When you get home, you tuck Elsie into your bed and lay out a blanket on the couch for yourself. It’s then that you take the receipt out from the pocket of Leon’s jacket. It’s all crumpled up, and from a few months ago—a purchase of ABBA vinyls. This makes you smile. 

On the other side, Leon’s scribbled his number, his name, and a Call me in cursive. Cursive. You’re obsessed. 

You fall asleep, clutching the receipt in your fist, “American Pie” echoing in your head. 

[thewxtchsgrimoire]

HIIII can i request general luis hcs… sfw and nsfw if possible… i love him so much omg

【 luis sera headcanons 】

【 content warning!! gn!reader, flirting, kissing and mentions of, intimate touching + mutual pining, innuendos. choking mentions, and other nsfw stuff under the cut!! enjoy! 】

SFW HC.

You were Leon’s best friend along with being partners on the mission to rescue the president’s daughter: Ashley Graham.

Meeting Luis was.. an adventure, to say the least. You weren’t quite sure of his intentions at first nor what exactly his role was in everything, but he did have a way with words.

“Oh? I didn’t think an angel would come to my rescue. I must already be in heaven.” - The first thing to come out of his big mouth after you ripped off the tape, which also made Leon roll his eyes as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

Speaking of big mouth, he never shuts up about you. You’ve somehow captured his heart and wanted yours in return.

He loves to make you flustered, especially when he catches you off guard with his flirting. Not only does it feed his little ego, but he just loves how shy you get when you try to laugh it off and playfully shove him.

THAT. SMIRK. enough to make your stomach do cartwheels, and if he were to look you up and down WHILE SMIRKING?? instant puddle, you no longer have a physical body.

When you have the courage to start returning the favor, he’s SHOOK.

“How beautiful you are, amor. If we weren’t within the throes of danger, I’d make the night much more.. enjoyable.”

“Oh, really? Then you wouldn’t mind giving me a thorough demonstration right? Just a little taste then?”

LUIS.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING.

His jaw is on the floor, eyes wide, and heart POUNDING. You’ve done it, you’ve started the war.

There was one time where you watched him play around with that lighter, flicking it back and forth between his fingers. You’d see a small flame before he’d click it closed, repeating the process.

You never knew it, but he knew you were watching. That smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he chuckled.

“Like what you see, eh? I can do more with my hands than silly tricks, tesoro.”

“Oh, yeah? Would they make a good necklace?” You respond, a smirk on your face as you giggle, skipping down the trail as he stands absolutely SHOCKED.

He’s stuttering, cheeks hot as hell as he tries to laugh it off but he just can’t help but be more drawn to you now.

He loves it when you laugh at his jokes, or listen so closely to his outlandish stories. He just loves your attention and company, your smiles and laughter are his sweet reward.

He’s probably a stoner-

He’s such a gentleman too, like chivalry has NEVER died for this man. He opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, gives you flowers randomly, etc. He’s just BOYFRIEND.

“Ah, ah. Please, allow me.” He says, helping you get into or out of anything.

He likes keeping you close, it makes him feel happier when he knows you’re safe. His hand is always set low on your hip, or on your lower back.

He’s a morning person, ripping open curtains and laughing when you hiss from the sudden blast of light entering the room. But, when you’ve been really tired from long and exhausting missions, he makes you breakfast in bed and holds you while you both watch tv.

This man is a dancer, he can get DOWN. He’s the life of every party and the night always ends with him drunk off his ass that’s gonna result in the worst hangover in the morning.

I think Luis is a good singer. He hums random little tunes when he’s bored, but absolutely kills karaoke nights.

When you’re down, he always sings to you while you sit in his lap while he holds you so tight. Sometimes, he’ll pick you up and slow dance with you while he sings along to the record.

He loves cooking, he can throw down in the kitchen if he wanted to. You’re always the one to get first bite.

“How does it taste? Good? Perfect. .”

He definitely has his regrets, especially when it came to his involvement in Los Illuminados. He felt like a monster for so long, so many people either dying or succumbing to the parasites invading them. He wishes he could turn back time, but he can’t do anything but atone for his sins.

He’s so happy that you chose him. Every day, he shows you his gratitude and his love. He loves you more than the essence of life, and would do anything for you. You didn’t care for his past, just that you knew he was remorseful of what he’s done. That’s all you need to know that. . he still had a heart. A damn good one too.

NSFW HC.

He’s VOCAL. He always wants you to know how good you’re being for him. He’ll whimper, moan, groan, that man ain’t planning on closing that mouth. . unless you make him.

He loves to dominate you, but also doesn’t mind letting you take the lead.

He’s such a fucking sub when it’s your turn to be in control. He’s always begging for more of your touch, nothing is ever enough. Such a greedy little thing.

You know he’s really into it when he starts to trail in and out of Spanish. But, it makes you melt every time.

He’s a foreplay god, don’t play. He loves to tease, just to hear you start to lose your mind from it.

His hands on your waist, trailing up to gently grip your chest before slowly wrapping one hand around your throat as the other grips at your ass. All while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, a soft chuckle leaving him when he sees how quickly you fall into subspace.

“Such a desperate little thing, no? It’s cute how easily you give into me. How badly do you want me, bebé?”

Child, you’re in for a RIDE.

He loves it when you mark him. By morning, you’re both covered in hickies and bite marks. He loves to show them off, proud to be yours.

“Oh? These? Heh, you could say I’ve had.. a pretty rough night.” (emphasis on the rough, ya nasty)

He’s a KING at oral, he’s never left anyone unsatisfied and he’s upping his game just for you. He loves eating you out.

His hands gripping your thighs as he keeps your legs spread for him, slurping you up until you’re seeing stars from how good he’s been putting that big mouth to real good use. What drives you really crazy is when he reaches up to wrap his hand around your pretty little neck while drinking up every bit of you, not stopping until he’s had his fill.

Sit on his face and you’re never getting up. He pulls you down for a proper seat, sucking and licking away as he

Loves it when you pull his hair, he lets out the most unholiest of groans. He smirks at you before pressing you against the nearest surface and taking you again.

If you choke him back, he’s gonna become either a whimpering mess or he’ll take it as a challenge, smirking as he grinds his hips harder and deeper into you.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? I have just the remedy for that…”

He gives those soul- snatching kisses that’ll leave you weak in the knees. He loves leaving you eager for more. Every makeout sessions ends up with you both gasping for air, your lips aching but your body aches harder.

Not a big fan of the hardcore stuff, though he’s willing to try anything once. But, he’ll tie you up and spank you any day. Be a brat if you want to, you’ll find out the hard way.

He also adores just the slow and passionate nights where emotions are high, and all you want is to be together. Your bodies intertwined in a forbidden dance. His hands gripping your own above your head as he rolls his hips into yours, your sounds of pleasure fueling his passion for you.

His aftercare is so comforting. He always checks on you, making sure that he wasn’t being too hard on you or making you ache too bad. He always cleans you up so carefully, knowing how sensitive you are now. He smiles every time you gasp as the damp towel comes into contact with your aching core.

“Sensitive, mi amor? Don’t worry.. I’ll be gentle.” Is he trying to kill you? IS HE??

He holds you into his arms, giving you whatever you need. He tells you how good you were for him, how good you made him feel, and how deeply in love he is with you.

【 REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!! 】

[sweet-flower-dreams]

RANDOM POKÉHEADCANNONS <3

because who needs canon?

N sleeps with stuffed animals and Hilbert gave him one of Kyurem !!!!!!

out of the postwick trio, Victor is the only one with common sense, but Gloria and Hop’s dumbness rub off on him some times. so there’s moments where you’ll catch them doing something super stupid and victor is just like “oops”

Cheren probably still wears his glasses even as a gym leader, but he won’t do it during battles bc he thinks they make him look dumb

Hau learned how to knit and do various other craft things to make stuff for his friends !!!

Gloria actually having a ridiculous grudge against Bede>>>>

^^^ ITS LIKE A VENDETTA BUT,, LESS

Cynthia’s diet consists of lucky charms and wine i don’t make the rules

Monthly champions meeting and its just a sleepover where they all sing karaoke and eat pizza at eachothers houses. The next day they all tour around the region and spend copious amounts of money

Leon only ever sleeping correctly when he’s at his parents house. Other than that he literally just sleeps on the floor or upside down or SOMETHJNG

Wallace and Steven having matching rings with eachothers birthstone bc Steven is a nerd

[resident-mercie]

Leon and f!reader go out to a bar and surprise it's Karaoke night! can be romantic or platonic your choice 👌

i really love this one!! <3

Leon S. Kennedy Fluff One-Shot - Karaoke Night.

"Hey, Rookie!" A voice emanated from near the door. It had been a pretty hectic day at the RPD, mostly filing paperwork, collating reports, and even standing in for the reception desk at one point, and it had left you pretty drained and tired. You spent most of the afternoon scribbling away at your desk, so to have some human contact after so many dull hours alone was pretty relieving. Especially when you realised it was your co-worker, Leon S. Kennedy. He was a rookie cop who joined the force at the same time as you, and because of this, you became pretty close, pretty fast.

"Oh, hey Leon!" You shot him a smile, before stretching in your chair and yawning. "Sorry about that, I've just been up to my neck in paperwork today."

"You don't have to tell me twice. I've been running errands for the higher-ups all day." Leon sighed, taking the chair next to you. "I wanted to ask you something, actually."

"Oh?" You beamed at him, heart fluttering slightly. "What is it, Leon?"

"Well, I was thinking we should relax and unwind after the day we've had today. And after thinking about what we could do— I remembered there was a bar that recently opened in the city, and I wanted to see if you wanted to try it together?" Leon stretched, yawning as well. "Sorry, I'm super tired as well."

"Don't worry about it!" You smiled at him, setting your paperwork down at last. "Sure, I'd love to come. Oh! Can we invite Chris and Jill as well? They've probably had a rough time too."

"Of course, the more the merrier, after all." Leon grinned. "You can go and ask them now, I'll deal with your paperwork for you. We'll meet at your place – it's not too far on foot."

"Sure! Are you sure you're alright dealing with the paperwork, Leon?" Before you could even answer him, Leon scooped up the paperwork under his arms, winking at you.

"All under control, Rookie. See you tonight."

You hovered outside of the S.T.A.R.S office, where Jill and Chris worked, anxious to knock on the door. The head of the unit, Albert Wesker, didn't take kindly to such "unprofessional interruptions". Bracing yourself for his usual remarks, you knocked gently at the door, before pushing it open.

Weird. No Wesker in sight. No one in sight, really, aside from a very overworked Chris and Jill, drowning in their own seas of paperwork.

"Oh, hey Rookie." Jill plastered a smile, giving you a half hearted nod. "You're a sight for sore eyes."

"You don't have to call me Rookie too, y'know." You laughed, cheering Jill and Chris up a bit.

"Of course not." Chris smiled at you, leaving his paperwork alone for the first time in hours. "Only Kennedy can call you that."

"Oh, ha-ha, Mr. Comedian." You rolled your eyes jokingly at Chris, scoring you a playful nudge. "He did send me here, though. We wanted to know if you two wanted to come along to a bar at my place tonight. We figured you'd enjoy the sentiment with the amount of work recently."

"Hey, pretty good idea, Rookie." Jill turned to face you in her rotating chair, and nodded. "We're meeting at your place beforehand? Sounds pretty good to me. What about you, Redfield?"

"I'd love to." Chris nodded. "Now go! Gotta finish this paperwork if I want to even catch a glimpse of the outside world tonight." He grinned, and you nodded in understanding, leaving the S.T.A.R.S office to head home and get ready.

As you absent mindedly chose what pair of earrings you should wear tonight, there was a sharp knock at the door of your apartment. You hurried over to the door, expecting it to be Jill or Chris – but you were slightly shocked to see it was Leon.

"Wow, you're here early. Didn't expect that of someone known to be notoriously late." You grinned, gesturing for him to come inside.

"Hey! I'm not that late— usually."

"Leon, you were late for your FIRST day." You jokingly rolled your eyes, which scored a laugh from him. "Any ETA from Chris and Jill?"

"I don't have their numbers." Leon shook his head. "Have you checked your phone?"

"Uhhh, lemme check— oh, damnit. They've had to bail. Not their fault, Wesker's been pretty relentless with the workload recently." You typed out a message to the two of them telling them not to worry, before pocketing your phone.

"Looks like it's just the two of us." Leon gave you a shy smile. "You look great tonight, by the way."

"Aw, thanks! You look pretty great yourself." You were dressed pretty casually in a nice shirt and jeans, with Leon dressed pretty similarly.

"Well, should we head out?" Leon gave you a smile, holding the door open for you.

The bar was pretty full, but you managed to find seats relatively easily. Just incase you got pulled into work again, you ordered just a small pink gin and lemonade. Leon didn't seem to share the same sentiment, ordering himself a whisky on the rocks or a few. The two of you happily drank your drinks, laughing and chatting as the night went on, before an announcement blasted over the speakers.

IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

KARAAAAAAAAOKE!

"Hey! It's Karaoke Night, Leon!" You turned and smiled at him. "Should we enter?"

"Me, do karaoke? Leon suddenly became shy, gulping. "I don't think so. It's not really my skill point."

"Would another whiskey on the rocks sway that decision?" You whispered, making Leon roll his eyes with a smile.

"Okay, fine." Leon took your hand, smiling. "C'mon. Let's choose a song."

"Oh, c'mon! We totally have to sing Dancing Queen."

"You're really out to embarrass me, aren't you?" Leon sighed, massaging his temples. "Fine. Let's get it over with."

Our next singers are actually two off duty cops from our resident Raccoon City Police Department. Everyone, please welcome Miss and Mr Kennedy!

As the crowd cheered, you and Leon began to giggle over the fact the bar had entered you both as Kennedys.

"C'mon, Miss Kennedy. You've got to rock the stage now."

Leon surprisingly got into singing on stage, more than you did actually. And he was surprisingly good at singing. Just as the song said, you really were "having the time of your life". For just a little while, it felt like it was just you, Leon and the stage, as if the rest of the bar wasn't there at all. As the music finally faded, the two of you were a little breathless, as the audience erupted with cheers and applause.

"See! I told you it wasn't that bad!" You and Leon laughed, walking down the street back to your apartment together. "Although..."

"Hm?" Leon shivered a little, his breath visible in the frigid night air.

"Well, I'll be honest, maybe it's the alcohol talking here but— I like the sound of being Miss Kennedy." The two of you stopped walking, facing each other in the middle of the pathway.

"I figured." Leon took your hands, grinning. "Well, I think I like the sound of Miss Kennedy as well."

As Leon held you closer, your lips met his, sharing a gentle kiss in the frigid night.

"Let's do this again next week, Mr Kennedy."

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 9

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 6,398

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

“What’s with the sour face? I know your idea of fun on a Friday night is locking yourself up alone in your room all by yourself, but come on! Going out with a few peeps for a night on the town ain’t gonna kill ya!”

I heaved out a sigh as Anna turned us into the same parking lot we’d just seen Xion’s car go into. “It’s not that, I just… I thought it was only going to be the two of us tonight. We haven’t seen each other since… well, you know… and so much has happened and I just wanted a nice evening, just you and me, talking and catching up.”

“And we can still do that,” she nodded, pressing a couple buttons on her dashboard. As the convertible’s top started to rise and all the windows slid back up, she parked in an open spot right beside Xion’s little blue Prius and powered down the engine. “But now we get to party at the same time! Besides, this way I can meet all of your new friends too!”

Snatching my Ice Palace cap off my head and tossing it into the back seat, I gave a tiny huff. “These people aren’t my friends.”

A couple of loud thuds against the left side of the car made us both jump in our seats before glancing to the source. Roxas and Xion had smooshed their noses up against the door windows, mouths wide open, lips suctioned against the glass and cheeks puffing in and out as they made funny faces at us. Anna snorted then burst out laughing, asking me, “Do they know that?”

“I wasn’t talking about those two. Lea and them are my friends. Well…” I snagged a pale tendril of my hair to twist around my finger as I worried my bottom lip between my teeth. “...sort of…it’s all still very new...” Then I shook my head and tightened my ponytail. “In any case, I meant everyone else that’s going to be at this thing. They’re not my friends because I don’t know any of them.”

“So this is how you get to know them,” she grinned, nudging her shoulder into mine. “Come on, sis, this’ll be fun! I promise!”

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep,” I grumbled.

Just then, we watched Lea go sliding across the hood of Anna’s Porsche in one smooth motion, bringing him to my side so he could open the car door for me. He bent into a half-bow, sweeping one arm out with a smile, “M’lady.”

Anna giggled. “Ooooo, such a gentleman! I don’t believe I’ve gotten your name yet.”

“Lea,” he leaned into the car, stretching across me to shake hands with her. Once again, I caught the faint whiff of cinnamon and had to resist the urge to squirm at his closeness. He smirked at her and winked, “Also answer to Mr Hottie-With-A-Body.”

...so he had heard that.

Great.

Just dandy.

My kingdom for a rock to crawl under right now.

“And you would be the sister, I take it?”

She grinned, “Anna. I’m thinking I like you already, Mr Hottie-W-”

I discreetly pinched her arm, shutting her up.

He didn’t seem to notice as he looked past her to where the other two were still making like a pair of pufferfish against the glass. “And those gremlins out there are Xion and Roxas. They’re harmless, just don’t ever feed ‘em after midnight. Hey!” he raised his voice so they could hear him. “Knock it off already, twerps!” They both pulled away, Xion hiding a snigger behind one hand while Roxas razzed his tongue. Shaking his head, the smile returned as Lea at last backed out of the car to straighten up again, “Well then, shall we?”

To my credit, I only hesitated for a second before exiting the vehicle, tugging at the hem of my skirt slightly as I stepped out onto the asphalt. Ugh, I hadn’t even had a chance to change out of my work clothes before getting sucked into all of this, so I didn’t even have the small consolation of being dressed comfortably. My eyes followed Xion and Roxas as they ran ahead to 7th Heaven, or so the gigantic, yellow neon sign hanging above the door proclaimed.  It was a rustic, wooden building with a small set of stairs leading up to the wraparound patio. There was a warm glow coming through the fogged windows and muffled music could be heard from within.

Anna pushed a button on her key fob and the Porsche beeped as all its doors locked. Then she latched onto my arm, practically skipping as we made our way to the entrance. Lea dashed out in front, taking the steps two at a time and holding the door open for us. As we climbed up onto the deck as well, I could now hear the murmur of voices and laughter coming from inside as well. I gulped, my stomach sinking.

If it weren’t for Anna clinging to me like a two ton anchor, I’d probably have made a break for the hills by now.

And she knew that, which was exactly why she was doing it.

Traitor.

And so it was that I, with little choice or say in the matter, was dragged by my sister into the dreaded bowels of El Diablo.

...I’m not sure what I’d expected to hear upon descending into the terrifying Underworld, but it certainly hadn’t been the perky pop beat of Barbie Girl.

A strange, but oddly fitting soundtrack for eternal damnation.

The music was coming from a small stage all the way in the back of the place where some young woman was badly singing karaoke under spotlights. Between us and her was a massive, dimly lit room packed with tables and people cheering her on as they drank their presumably alcoholic beverages. Off to one side was a long bar, crowded with customers and tended by a brunette who, ahem… could only be described as the very epitome of the term ‘one busty babe.’ The wall opposite the bar was lit up with flashing lights from a row of retro pinball and arcade machines.

“We usually stake out one of the back corners for ourselves and spread out from there,” I barely heard Lea say over all the noise. I glanced back at him to see him squinting as his eyes scanned the darkness before his face brightened and he pointed off to our right. “Over there! Follow me.”

Anna gave my arm a reassuring squeeze and I replied with a thin, shaky smile.

There were just... so… many… people.

We navigated through the throng behind Lea, his blazing hair like a guiding light in the shadows, showing us the way. With every step we took, the knots in my gut pulled tighter and my knees grew numb.  This was it. It was time…

...to mingle.

(Shudder.)

The three of us came to a stop at a large table. Half the people seated were all still in their work duds too, making me feel a little better about my attire, but not by much. Everyone looked up to warmly greet Lea before all eyes turned to me and I resisted the urge to shrink behind Anna. “Hey guys!” Lea shouted over the roar of the pub. “This is Elsa and her sister, Anna! El here is the newest scoop slinger at Ice Palace, so you’ve probably already seen her around.”

“So you’re the fresh meat,” one woman smirked at me. I recognized her from the greek food place that was Ice Palace’s neighbor. “Pleasure. Name’s Megara. My friends call me Meg.”

“Tiana,” the girl sitting next to her in a cute green dress smiled.

“She’s a server at that lil Cajun grill also in the food court,” Lea supplied before cocking his head at her. “Boyfriend couldn’t make it tonight?”

She immediately frowned and averted her gaze. Meg gently pat her on the back, shooting him a tiny scowl, “Smooth move, ya knucklehead. They broke up.”

“Oops,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Hey, don’t sweat it, Tiana. You know what they say - gotta kiss a few frogs and whatnot.” Crickets from the table. “Heh, get it? Cuz you work at… aw, too soon?” He cleared his throat, “Oookay, moving on! Next, I’m sure you’ve seen these three over at Lucky Cat.” He waved a hand towards a familiar blue-haired chick, her stocky coworker with slicked back, chocolate locks, and what I was guessing was Roxas’s doppelganger, not Roxas himself. Lea pointed to each in turn, “Aqua, Terra, and Ventus.”

“You’re the place with the super sweet tabby I got to cuddle earlier!” Anna said excitedly.

Aqua laughed, “That’s Chirithy, Ven’s pet. He likes to bring him into work sometimes. The cat’s so well behaved, management doesn’t mind.”

Ventus scratched the back of his head with a lopsided grin. “Yeah, I’m lucky. He’s sorta become the unofficial mascot of our café.”

“Then Grumpy-Pants over here is Squall and-”

“That’s Leon,” a guy with a scar slashed across the bridge of his nose corrected with a growl into his beer.

“Riiiiiight, forgot you were rebranding,” Lea snerked. “He works over at Buster’s Swords, the replica weapon shop in the mall. And last but most certainly not least, this little one here is Naminé,” he indicated a petite blonde sitting between Ven and Leon, who gave a shy wave. “When she’s on the clock, you can find Nams at The Crayon Box for all your art supply needs.”

“Lovely to meet you both,” she nodded at us. “We’re currently rooting on our friend Ariel,” she pointed to the stage. It was only now upon second glance that I recognized the girl up there currently murdering Barbie Girl as the redhead from the fish store. 

Lea winced as a particularly bad note was hit before he snorted. “Girl’s usually got a voice that’d put mythical sirens to shame, but she’s just getting over a cold. Couldn’t talk for three days. Now that she’s started getting it back, there’s no keeping her away from the mic. RIP eardrums.” Then he clapped his hands together once, “Alrighty, on to Table Numeros Dos!”

...numeros dos?

As in more than one? As in this wasn’t it? As in more people?

If I survived this night, it’d be a miracle.

At least the first table hadn’t been too bad. Everyone else had done all the talking, which was a-okay by me.

...unless… crud, did they think I was boring now? Or worse, that I was sticking my nose up at them? Well I wasn’t! Trust me, there was absolutely zero nose sticking up going on here! My nose was down! Way, way, way down! So far down, it was past the secret civilization of mole people and halfway to China by now!

Dammit, only five minutes in and pretty sure I was already screwing everything up. And I hadn’t even done anything yet!

Lea shifted a couple steps over to an adjacent booth against the wall and Anna followed, tugging me into a stumble after her. Grabbing the attention of this new group, he announced, “Yo, everyone! I’d like ya to meet-”

“Elsa?”

I locked eyes with a golden gaze I knew all too well at this point and blinked. “Rayne?”

She scrambled out of the booth to hurl herself at me and I staggered to stay upright under the sheer might of her hug. Then I heard her gasp, “Anna too?! Get in here, girl!” I grunted as Anna dogpiled into the embrace. “Haven’t seen you since you were an ankle biter at summer camp! What are you doing here?! In fact, what are you both doing here?”

“What are we doing here?” I repeated incredulously as we all pulled apart, my eyes flicking down to her belly then back up. “What are you doing here? Did you forget you’re, uh… drinking for two now?”

A squeal from Anna, “Oh my gawd, Ray-Ray, your friggin’ preggers?! Congratulations! Who’s the lucky stud who knocked dat fine ass of yours up?”

My sister, ladies and gentleman. Ever the classiest of dames.

Rayne turned, yanking her husband out of the booth and onto his feet beside her. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she smiled smugly. “This is Riku. Riku, meet Anna, Elsa’s little sister. And don’t worry,” she turned her attention back to me, rolling her eyes, “all my drinks are virgin.”

“Though Ray is what you might call an empathic drunk,” Riku snerked, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

I quirked an eyebrow, “A what?”

“The more people get liquored up around me, the drunker I get without sipping a single drop. It’s an odd phenomenon, I don’t do it on purpose, but not complaining either. All the perks of intoxication, none of the hangover!” Then she furrowed her brow at me, “But no, seriously, what are you doing here? This ain’t exactly your scene.”

“I kinda kidnapped her,” Anna hummed out a tiny, evil laugh. “She’s my hostage tonight. She’s gonna have fun whether she likes it or not!”

I was firmly in the “or not” camp.

Rayne grinned at her, folding her arms together, “Then that brings us back around to what you’re doing here… where did you even come from?”

As the two of them began to catch up while Riku listened in, Lea snagged my elbow, pulling me over closer to the booth once more. 

Oh. Right. Socializing. I’d almost forgotten.

Ahhh forgetting. T’was a better, simpler, blessed time. Now, as I was presented with another small horde of new faces, I felt my heart rate spike and my chest tighten as the butterflies battled for dominance in my stomach again.

So be it. Once more into the breach! Come on, Elsa, you can do this!

“Now then, before I was so rudely interrupted-”

“Shove it, Red!” my roommate snapped.

“Screw off, Raindrop!” He stuck his tongue out at her, then sniggered to me, “Remember, verbal abuse says you care! Anyway, I’m sure you’re already very familiar with this mall rat we all know and love, given he’s almost a big an ice cream junkie as I am.” Sora beamed up at me from his seat. “But have you met this half-pint’s amazing, intelligent, beautiful and might I add way out of his league girlfriend, Kairi?”

He was gesturing to a pretty redhead dolled up in pink who smirked around the straw in her drink as she glanced out of the corner of her eye at Sora beside her. “Any comment to that?”

He shrugged, leaning back as he laced his fingers behind his head and his already impossibly huge smile somehow managed to get even wider. “Can’t argue facts!”

“She, like her boy here, is also a local mall rat, but we take pity on these poor schmucks who have nothing else in their pathetic, empty lives and let them hang out with us cool kids whenever we all get together like this,” Lea teased.

“Hey now, ex-mall rat!” she harrumphed before proudly puffing up her chest. “You’re looking at Mickey’s newest hire as of today!”

Lea arched an eyebrow, “No shit, really? Congratz, princess! Welcome to the crush of the daily grind. It sucks! Enjoy!”

Kairi snorted. “Please, it won’t be all that terrible. I’m gonna work a counter in the jewelry department. I can already tell my favorite part’s gonna be helping customers with the charm bracelets. Look!” she jangled the band she was wearing around her wrist before lifting up one of the little trinkets dangling from it. “This one looks like a thalassa shell star from my home, Destiny Islands!” Then she narrowed her eyes at Sora, one corner of her lips quirking up. “Now if only this lazy bum would get a job too, we’d be set!”

“Gimme a break, Kairi, I’m working on it!” Sora half whined, half laughed.

“Uh oh, do I smell trouble in paradise? We’ll leave the two lovebirds to it then,” Lea then turned my attention to a slender chick with short black hair sitting next to Kairi, who waggled her fingers at me with a crooked grin. “This is Yuffie! She works with Squ- ‘scuse me, Leon over at Buster’s Swords.” He lowered his voice to a whisper behind his hand, “She likes to steal the merch for her own personal amusement.”

She scoffed, “You shut your whore mouth, I don’t steal! I just… borrow for quality testing! I’m doing a community service here, really!”

He shook his head, “Uh huh, sure, whatever you say. So what’s on the menu for today?”

Couldn’t tell from where exactly, but she suddenly pulled out a pair of ninja stars as her lips curved wickedly. “Shurikens!”

“Nope!” Leon pressed one hand to the edge of his table, leaning his chair back onto its hind legs so he could stretch an arm across the booth and snatch the weapons from her grasp.

“Hey!” she lunged after them but only ended up faceplanting into her own table. “Give those back, jerkface!” He ignored her, just taking another swig from the bottle in front of him. “Wow, rude much?!”

This place was an absolute madhouse.

 “Oof, that’s rough! Better luck next time,” Lea consoled her before pointing to the next person wedged into the booth, a girl with a blue bow tying back her brown hair. “And here we have Belle! Total bookworm, so no surprise her nine-to-five’s at Enchanted Castle Books.” She didn’t acknowledge us, just stared dreamily off into space while absently stirring the liquid in her glass with a straw. Lea sighed, “Yeah, she’s a real head-up-in-the-clouds sort.”

“I got this,” Yuffie chimed in before using a hand to shade her gaze as she raised her voice, “Hey, is that Gaston I see?”

Belle snapped out of it, eyes round in horror as she gasped, “Where?!” before ducking down to use the table for cover.

As Yuffie cracked up, Kairi swatted her in the shoulder, “Mean!”

“Gaston’s the local musclebound, meathead neanderthal who’s set his sights on Belle as his next conquest,” Lea explained.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Yuffie’s eyes gleamed as she produced a third metal star. “I’ll make sure he never bothers you again.”

“For the love of- another one?!” In a quick blur of movement, Leon had once again confiscated her toy, much to her dismay.

“Finally,” Lea jumped in once again, clapping his hand down on the shoulder of a carrot-top sitting on the end with giant purple headphones covering his ears, “this regular chatterbox is Neku, who gets his paycheck from Towa Records, the lil music store around the corner from the food court.”

Yuffie huffed, “I dunno why Orangeylocks even bothers to show up to these things since,” she leaned across the table to lift up one of his hulking muffs and yell into his ear, “he never bothers to take the stupid ‘phones off!”

He slapped her hand away with a glare and said nothing, simply crossed his arms and slouched further down into his seat.

Still I hadn’t said a word to anyone besides Rayne. Partly because all the anxiety was squeezing my throat shut - trust me, the terror was real. But even if I had been brave enough to actually make small talk with this pack of total strangers, it was impossible to get a word in edgewise. It was all just happening so fast. But hey, maybe I could get away with the whole not talking thing. This Neku guy seemed to be and he was getting along just fine. Maybe the secret was in the headphones.

Note to self: look into the possibility of purchasing ear buds with first paycheck in the hopes of avoiding human interaction at all costs.

“Okay, almost done, just one more table to go,” Lea chirped.

Hearing that was both a relief and a minor heart attack all rolled together. The good news: one more table, woo! The bad news: one more table, ugh!

As Lea led the way once more, I snagged Anna by the elbow. It was her fault I was in this mess, so there was no way I was letting her abandon me. She was my security blanket, dammit! She managed to get out a hasty “we’ll talk more in a minute” to Rayne before staggering along behind me. We were brought to the neighboring booth which took up a corner so it was slightly bigger. Thankfully, that didn’t equal a larger group seated here. Even better, I already knew two of the faces.

“Rox! Xion!” Lea grinned down at them. “So this is where you guys got to. Was beginning to think I might have to send out search parties. I-”

“Kristoff,” the name escaped my lips before I’d even realized it as I locked eyes with my coworker.

Make that three faces I recognized.

His eyelids drooped before he looked away with a harrumph, taking a deep drag from his mug.

Well fudge. Guess he was still mad about the phone.

This night just kept getting better and better!

“Brr, did it just get a few degrees colder in here? Ah well, forget it, just leave Lord Sourpuss here to his brooding,” Lea snerked with a roll of his eyes. “For the rest at the table who haven’t already had the pleasure, this is Elsa, the Ice Palace newbie, and her sister Anna who tagged along for funsies.” 

He tossed a hand towards a guy with amber eyes, messy raven hair, and was the poster boy for goth fashion. “That ray of sunshine over there is Vanitas - living, breathing proof that all our moms were always right: your face really can get stuck like that. Wow, misery really does love company, huh? Just look at those identical scowls.” Both Vanitas and Kristoff looked highly unamused with Lea. He responded with a smirk, leaning down to bring his face closer to Vanitas, “What’s with the pout, widdle man? Did one of the other kids steal your binky?”

“Bite me, jackass,” he deadpanned.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Lea waggled his eyebrows as he straightened back up. “Anyhoo, as you might’ve already guessed by just taking one look at the edgelord, Vaniboy here works at Halloween Town.”

“Halloween Town?” Anna echoed, tapping a thoughtful finger to her lips. “Isn’t that the line of shops that are kinda like Hot To-”

“Say that knock-off, poser, wannabe of a store’s name and die,” Vanitas sneered.

Lea said, “Don’t mind him, he’s just cranky cuz he missed out on afternoon naptime.” Vanitas flipped him the bird, which went totally ignored as Lea shifted his gaze to the other side of the table. “Woah, talk about a mismatched set. What are you two doing hanging out with Mr Negativity here?”

He was now addressing a sweet-faced brunette with bright green eyes and the boy beside her with sandy blonde spiked hair, a skull and crossbones printed on his shirt. The girl chuckled, “Oh come on, Van’s not that bad.”

“Yeah, once you get past his personality,” the guy sniggered. Vanitas just looked away with a soft tch.

“Meet Olette and Hayner. They- wait...” Lea glanced around the table a second time with a frown, “There’s usually one more of you. Where’s Pence?”

“Couldn’t make it,” Olette sighed, plopping her chin in her palm. “Had to finish his programming project for his Computer Sciences course. Said he’ll be at it all weekend.”

“Bummer,” Lea shrugged. “In any case, these two plus their missing amigo wait tables at Le Grand Bistrot, this hoity-toity restaurant on the opposite end of the mall from the rest of us. Though didn’t you guys get shut down recently for a rodent infestation?”

Hayner banged a fist against the table, “Ugh, will people stop talking about that already? We didn’t get shut down, it was one rat and it was just that klutzy garbage boy’s pet, got it?!”

A snort from Roxas. “Sounds fake, but okay.”

“Can it, pizza boy!” Hayner shot back.

“Touchy, touchy,” Lea tsked before his eyes made one more sweep of the surrounding tables. “Anyway, looks like that’s everyone! How ‘bout it? Got it all memorized? If not, don’t sweat it, it was a lot. And even more might show up later, who knows, these things are always sort of a random grab bag but that’s half the fun! In any case, feel free to take a seat.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, “I’m gonna go order a drink from the bar. Did either of you want me to grab you anything while I’m over there?”

“Is this a menu?” Anna picked up the glossy, colorful sheet of plastic from the table, looking over the list printed on it with a low hum. “I think a basket of the Cactuar Fries would be good for starters. As for drink, hm… Ooo, the Golden Chocobo sounds amazing! What about you?” she tilted it to give me a better look.

I shook my head, “Just water for me, thanks.”

Her tongue blew a raspberry, eyes returning to the menu. “That’s no fun. Lessee here… aha!” She smiled up at Lea, “She’ll have a Shiva, heavy on the rum.”

“I will most certainly not have a-”

“Got it!” Lea darted off across the room, cupping a hand to his mouth and calling out, “Oh, Tifa!”

Anna then proceeded to flump down into the booth next to Kristoff, giggling as she peeked up at him. “Hi! You’re cute!”

He blinked at her, all traces of the previous doom-and-gloom wiped clean off his face as it reddened slightly. “Uh…?”

She wiggled in closer to him, which seemed to fluster him more as he scrabbled over into Vanitas, who elbowed him back hard for making him almost spill his drink. Oblivious to the domino effect she’d created, Anna whipped her head back around to me and patted a hand on the space she’d freed up at the edge of the booth. “Whatcha waiting for, Sis? Sit!”

I stared blankly at her. She beamed back at me. I glanced over to everyone else. Everyone else watched me expectantly. I then flicked my gaze down to the open seat. It just lay there, being a cushion.

...psssst, dummy. Her telling you to sit? Was your cue to actually sit!

Still my feet didn’t budge an inch. Instead I looked over my shoulder back towards the door leading outside. So close, yet so far.

Clearing my throat, I took a small step backwards and held up a hand, “A-actually, you know what? I think I, uh... left something... back in the car! Yeah, that’s it! So I’ll just, er… I’ll go get-”

“I said sit!” Anna grabbed my wrist and jerked me down onto the plush bench beside her.

Well then. I guess I was sitting.

I suddenly felt a light brush of something against the back of my head and I twitched away, looking behind me. Rayne was leaning over the divider between our two booths, hands outstretched, apparently with the intention of petting both Anna and me.  “Pretty,” she cooed in delight. “Pretty, pretty hair. So soft!”

From somewhere beyond the separator, I heard Riku mutter, “It’s starts.” His voice was muffled. I suspected due to facepalm. Taking a small bundle of my hair and tucking it between her palm and two little fingers, Rayne then set the other three fingers and hand to work unraveling one of Anna’s pigtail braids.

Anna didn’t seem to mind, instead just turning her gaze to the rest of our booth and flashing a smile big enough to rival one of Sora’s. “It’s so great to meet everyone! This is super exciting! Isn’t is just so exciting?” she asked me. I opened my mouth, but Anna was already gushing once more, “And oh my gawd, so, so, so, sooooo much fun! I’m already having a blast! Are you having a blast?” Again, this question was aimed at me. Again, I didn’t even get so much as a peep out. “Aaaah, lookit her, she’s having a friggin’ blast! This is awesome! So how long have you guys all been getting together like this? Who started it? Was it just a small group at first? Were you guys always friends even before these Friday nights began? Do you ever change it up, get food and drinks somewhere else? Or is it always the 7th Heaven? Why is it called the 7th Heaven anyway? What’s the story there? What’s the food like? No, what are the drinks like? Did I pick good ones? I hope I picked good ones! And I just love that they have karaoke here! Anyone else going to be singing later? Ooo, here’s an idea! We could all go up and sing one together!”

Typhoon Anna had struck again, leaving round eyes and silence in her wake.

I was guessing most everyone else at the table hadn’t even caught half of that, the torrent of words had been coming out in such a rush.

The hush over the table stretched until Vanitas at last broke it with a flat, “Yeah, no, I’m out. I’ve had about all the pep I can stand from that pack of idiots,” he flicked a wrist towards the half the table taken up by Xion, Olette, Roxas and Hayner, “without having to deal with… this,” he cringed, gesturing to Anna. Then he downed the rest of his beverage. “Later, losers.” And with that, he vaulted himself over the table, shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and slinked off.

“So…” Anna dragged out the syllable, “...he’s pleasant!”

Certainly one word for it.

“Vani bail early?” Lea rejoined us. “No shocker there, he usually does. He's always been more of a lone wolf. Make room, Fun-size!” he looked down at where Xion was seated at the opposite end of the booth from us. She scooched to clear a spot for him and he plopped on down, setting a full, opened bottle on the table in front of him bearing a red label that boasted the title Ifrit Amber Ale. “Ladies, your drinks n’ fries are gonna need another minute. Someone’ll be by to drop them off when they’re ready.”

A small smile braved my lips, “Thanks, how much do we owe you?”

Or rather, how much did Anna owe him? Since A, she was the one that’d ordered it all and B, I’d yet to earn a single cent to my name.

Soon though. Payday was coming.

He batted a hand, “Don’t worry about it, my treat. And, uh,” he snerked, “you might want to keep a closer eye on what Raindrop's up to over there.”

I blinked. I had been feeling a faint tingle in my scalp as Rayne had continued to play beauty salon back there this whole time, but I’d just been ignoring it. Now both Anna and I turned to discover she’d weaved locks of our hair together into one thick, auburn-and-platinum braid.  “I made a pretty!” Rayne giggled, punctuated by a hiccup.

Biting back a grin, Xion called, “Hey Riku! Control your woman!”

A hand shot up and grabbed Rayne by the scruff of the shirt. With a squeak, she disappeared behind the booth separator.

“So,” Olette shook her head, one corner of her lips tugging up, “how are you liking it over at Ice Palace?”

...shoot, she was talking to me, wasn’t she?

I was so not prepared for this.

Glancing up from where my fingers had already begun disentangling the braid Anna and I shared joint custody off, I pursed my lips to one side. “Hmm, well… it’s pretty good actually. This is my first job ever, so I was a bit anxious.” Understatement of the millenia. “But it’s been going well. And I like the people I work with and get along with them and uh…” I eyed Kristoff out of my peripheral, who still seemed rather dazed by Anna and the apparent lack of the phrase ‘personal boundaries’ in her vocabulary, “...and they like me and are very kind and welcoming and… certainly not mad or anything at me for, oh I don’t know, hypothetically lobbing and busting their phones, like I would ever do something so silly as that, why would I even mention such a thing, that’s so random,” the jumble of words finished in a weak chuckle.

It was beginning to become clear to me that the tendency to babble might run in my family.

Only mine was of the nervous variety, whereas I don’t think Anna had a nervous bone in her body.

At last sensing my gaze on him, Kristoff shook himself out of his stupor and looked back at me. Then he frowned, narrowed his eyes and stared down at the table, nursing his drink once more.

“Oh yeah,” Xion snorted, “I can definitely feel the love simply overflowing from that side of the table.”

“Sounds like a sweet gig,” Hayner chimed back into the conversation with a smirk as he crossed his arms. “But then, anything’s gotta be better than working at some lame dump of a pizza place.”

“Ouch, shots fired.” Lea cocked an eyebrow, “What’s with the drive-by, my dude?”

Roxas snickered, “Ignore him. He’s still just sore about the whole rat thing.”

“There wasn’t a rat thing! I told you already, it was just some dumb pet so it doesnt count!”

“Sure,” Roxas sighed, “Just keep telling yourself that, man.”

“That’s it!” Hayner snarled, slamming both hands down on the table as he rocketed up to his feet. “It’s time we settle this like men!”

Olette groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Tell me you did not really just say that, you total caveman.”

Hayner stabbed a finger towards Roxas and growled, “You.” Then jerked a thumb into his chest, “Me.” He pointed at one of the arcade machines, “Struggle 9000. Loser buys rounds for the table for the next five Fridays.”

“Come on, you two,” Olette interjected, “is this really-”

Lea clamped a hand over her mouth, one index finger held up to his lips, “Shush, I want free booze.”

“You’re on!” Roxas shot back, eyes flashing. Then the both of them were ducking down and crawling under the table to exit the booth before dashing over to where the video games awaited them, elbowing each other the whole way.

“Wanna go root the boys on?” Olette asked Xion.

“Pfft, root nothing. I’m taking on winner and curb stomping his ass. Play my cards right and I’ll have them both buying our drinks for weeks to come.”

As Lea slid out of the booth so the two of them could get up and leave, Olette laughed, “Oh, I bet Hayner would be simply thrilled by that prospect.”

“Please, you think that bonehead’s gonna come out the champ?” Xion scoffed as they walked off. “Rox has got him beat, no contest.”

“Wanna bet?”

That was the last thing I heard from Olette before a happy shriek barely an inch to my left drowned out anything else that might have been said.

Gee thanks, Anna. Really, who needs hearing in both ears anyway?

Our order had arrived, which apparently was what had gotten her so excited. A heaping bowl of shoestring fries now steamed in front of us, covered and smothered in some chunky green sauce. Anna’s drink started out orange at the bottom and faded into a yellow at the frothy top where in the absence of one of the standard teeny decorative umbrellas, it was instead garnished with a fluffy, yellow feather. My drink was a chilly, neon blue color and served in a tall, skinny glass with wafting mist and a frosted rim.

“Bottoms up!” Anna singsonged, clinking her beverage to mine before chugging down half of it in one go. I pulled a face at her, scrunching my nose with a grimace. She puffed out a content sigh as she put the glass back down at the table. “Ah, that’s good!” Then her eyes darted between me and my drink a couple times. “Well? What are you waiting for? Get your drink on, gurl!”

“No thanks,” I nudged the Shiva away with a fingertip. “Someone has to drive us home, so I guess that someone’s going to be me.”

“Pssh, details,” she waved a dismissive hand while she tested out one of the fries. Eyes lighting up, she shoveled a couple more in her mouth before pushing my drink back towards me. “C’mon, one sip won’t kill ya! Besides, you’re hurting Lea’s feelings over there, he spent his hard earned munny on it just for you!”

“Nah, it’s cool,” he shrugged and grinned. “You do you, El!”

“Dude, work with me here! You’re supposed to back me up on this, I-” Anna cut herself off in a gasp. Seemed there had been a lull in the karaoke, so someone had kicked on the big vintage jukebox off to one side, which was now pumping regular tunes out of the overhead speakers. “I love this song!” Her hand clamped down around Kristoff’s wrist, “Dance with me!”

“Wha-?!”

I was all but shoved out of the booth as Anna bolted off, dragging a wide eyed and stumbling Kristoff behind her. I watched her go, shaking my head with a tired smile. Anna would never change. But then, who’d want her to? She was kind of perfect the way she was, chaotic energy and all. Sighing, I took a seat again and looked up.

That’s when I froze.

Because that’s when it hit me.

Somehow, my booth had gone from being packed to being empty. Well, almost…

There was still me.

And there was still a certain redhead.

And to be fair, my plan had been to spend the evening with a redhead. Just said redhead was supposed to have been petite, female, and my sister. The redhead before me now? Checked off none of those boxes.

So instead of the night of sisterly bonding like I’d been looking forward to, I’d somehow wound up in a bar. 

At a table. 

With Lea. 

By ourselves. 

Just the two of us.

Alone...

Help! SOS! Frantic smoke signals! I was not mentally or emotionally equipped to deal with this situation!

Commence cardiac arrest in three… two… 

Author’s note: Hi, yes, welcome to Cameo Palooza, where we got references coming out the wazoo! This chapter and events in next chapter were originally all supposed to be one chapter, but the references just kept going and going… I honestly didn’t expect them to go on for as long as they did, but here we are xD Not gonna lie, I took an odd amount of pleasure in giving Lea and Elsa drinks to match to their respective elements/summons. Also lil fun fact: There are real alcoholic beverages out there called the Shiva and the Golden Chocobo, just google it if you’re curious and I think the recipes should pop up like the did for me! Also, there are in fact green Cactuar Fries out there in the real live world too - I’ve seen foodies post pictures!

Next chapter… how will Elsa deal with this latest challenge in human interaction she’s come face to face with? Will this be one step closer to strengthening the bond of her new friendship with Lea? Or will it all end in utter catastrophe thanks to her awkward penguin ways? Will we ever find out the secret of the Cactuar Fries’ green ooze? Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to any new followers out there (howdy! :D) and to those of you who’ve liked and reblogged previous chapters, seeing that always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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pride month - day 8 - elevator

A karaoke party of everyone in their club plus one family member just sounds like an invitation for disaster. It’s supposedly a bonding exercise, but Mondo wonders if Nagito just came up with it to fuck with them all. It sounds like the kind of thing he’d do. 

Daiya’s not available and although he probably could ask Michi to come instead, he’s not really sure if Michi’s ready for...well, this. Chances are good he’d take one look at the fancy ass high-rise Byakuya lives in and be overcome with the urge to beat the everloving shit out of the guy. He’s still got to finish out the year to graduate high school, so he needs to spend that time studying, anyway.

And then there’s this: seeing officer Ishimaru on his way in, making eye contact, and being bound by social obligation to take whatever way up he’s going.

Jesus.

He’s not normally one who gives a rat’s ass about that kind of thing but he might be sort of dating the guy’s son, and he can only imagine Taka getting upset and teary-eyed if they don’t get along. He’s not a bad guy, per se, but Mondo’s never felt comfortable around cops. 

Ishimaru holds the door open for Mondo to step in. 

He expects it to be several seconds of awkward silence, but this is the slowest goddamn elevator in the world. He’s actually starting to worry the thing’s just gonna break down and leave him prying the doors open with his bare hands like some kinda survival horror video game.

“Daiya couldn’t make it?” he asks. His voice is kinda quiet for being the father of the loudest guy Mondo’s ever met. It’s gruff, like he’s tired, but there’s no real tone behind it. He doesn’t sound as smug as people usually do when they ask Mondo that question.

“Nah, he’s got work.” He wonders for a minute if he’s gonna bring up the time Mondo and Leon and his son all got arrested together for beating the snot outta some homophobe, but he hadn’t seemed mad then and he doesn’t seem mad now. 

He should ask the guy a question, too. That’s only polite, right? “So what made you decide to become a cop?”

Or he could just shove his six-year-old shoes straight into his mouth. Good god, the fuck’s wrong with him? His voice even sounds up high in his throat and his nerves must be showing through the fabric of his t-shirt, internally chastising himself for not wearing something nicer -

“Because I was young and very very stupid,” he says. He’s not even looking at Mondo, rolling his eyes at his phone and turning the sound off. 

“Oh,” Mondo says. He blinks, not really sure what to say to that. It’s not the kind of answer he usually hears. “So do you... Not like it then?”

He shrugs. He looks so very, very tired. “I guess I did, at one point in time. It’s not an occupation I’d recommend.” 

“So then why dontcha leave it?” 

He’s never been this bold with the dad of a guy he’s gone out with before. Or the dad of any girl he’s ever gone out with, either. Maybe it’s just ‘cause he and his son look so much alike.

Maybe he’s just surprised to meet a cop not on the job 24/7. “I’m too old to try anything else now. If I quit, they’ll just say it’s another Ishimaru incompetent at his job.” 

“People sayin’ shit about Taka?!” 

His voice might be a little too loud when he says it, and Takaaki looks amused. “You didn’t do too well in political science, did you?” He feels himself flushing, but he can’t snap back at him. “My father was the Prime Minister.”

“Oh. That dick.” He slaps a hand over his mouth, but all Takaaki does is snort. “Sorry.” 

“Relax, kid, I don’t arrest guys for being right.” He sighs heavily, checking his phone. From where he stands, Mondo can see a new text from Taka, in all caps, panicked. So he nags his family too, huh. “I wouldn’t arrest them for kicking the shit out of homophobes either, but I don’t make the laws.”

He just gets more embarrassed every time this guy opens his mouth, which he guesses is the point of parents. He’s never really had them himself, but he had Daiya and Daiya still likes to rib at him in front of others. Especially in front of guys he likes. “Officer, I’m sorry -”

“Taka likes you,” he interrupts. “He didn’t really feel comfortable being himself, even at home, until he got to college. I know part of it’s his roommate and part of it’s that whole club you guys are in. But I think most of it’s you.” He looks at Mondo and smiles, small but genuine. “So don’t bother apologizing for what happened. I meant what I said: You guys did the right thing. I’m glad he had someone there to back him up.” 

He can’t really make out what the hell it means that this is a cop who hates his job and seems to actively try and work against it. He’s already thought to himself that Taka’s family is pretty fuckin’ weird, and this guy’s no exception. But it does kinda put him at ease, knowing he doesn’t have to try so hard when they exit and make it to Togami’s floor.

And it goes right back to awkward when they walk in and Taka has control of the mic and sings, pointing and winking at Mondo, “They say I’m up and coming like I’m fuckin’ in an elevator.”

[iohourtime]

Hey!Say!JUMP 2019-2020 Calendar 100 Q&A: Yamada Ryosuke

I already posted these on twitter, but posting them here so they are all in one place.  Still haven’t proofread the document. Hopefully there aren’t too many errors.

Recent hobby? - To steep myself in games. I've been playing RPG games.

Top 3 favorite foods? - 1: eggplant, 2: yakiniku (grilled meat), 3: yakitori (grilled chicken). For eggplants, my no. 1 favorite is fried eggplant. I make it myself sometimes.

Top 3 favorite animals? - 1: dog, 2: sloth, 3: monkey. There are 2 dogs at my parents’ place. Sloths I've liked for a while. Although I'd like to keep one, it's impossible to have a tropical animal (lol). Maybe I like these types of “relaxed” animals.

Shower guy? Bath guy? - Shower.

Source of energy? - Food!

Describe a moment when your excitement level is high? - During live concerts, the moment when I see the audience from the stage. “It's so great that I'm working in this job” will pop into my head, it's the happiest moment in my life.

Describe a moment when your excitement level is low? - When I'm playing games at home. I'm just quietly playing, and I don't want anyone to see how I look at that time.

What do people say [to / about you] that will make you happy? - “Gakkoi”

Favorite color? - White. I have a lot of white t shirts.

Where do you want to go? - Salar de Uyuni (Salt Flats) in Bolivia.

Frequent dreams? - Dream of teeth being pulled out.

Best number of hours of sleep? - About 7 hours.

Dog guy? Cat guy? - Dogs.

Do you believe in ghosts? - I believe in them. But I do not like them.

Do you believe in fortune telling? - Basically no.

Do you think there are aliens? - There aren't any, right? But I don't think I want to meet them. Because I don't know what they'll do to me, it's scary (lol).

What do you like most about your looks? - Nose. Although I used to have a complex about it, everyone kept telling me “you have a great nose”, so I started thinking “it's a great nose!” and start liking it.

What do you like most about your qualities? - Stubbornness. I think being able to advocate for my beliefs without bending my will is quite useful in this job.

What is one thing you can change about your appearance? - My height. I want an extra 10 cm.

What’s one personality trait you’d like to fix? - My sharp tongue (lol).

What other job would you pick? Nursery school teacher. I love kids.

What is the last meal you want to eat in your life? - My mother’s meat & potato stew. The potatoes are soft and flaky and so delicious.

What kind of attitude do you bring to work? - I’ll be my natural self.

What do you think fans “got it all wrong!”? - How do the fans think of me? Since I don’t know, I can’t answer!

What are the types of people you admire? - Someone who has personal magnetism and is able to have an unyielding heart in whatever situation.

The type of girl you like? - Family minded. It’ll be nice if she can cook and also likes kids.

When you are in a relationship, do you want to spoil her? Or do you want to be spoiled? - I do not want to be spoiled. If we are talking about [my girlfriend] wanting me to spoil her, I don’t like acting all lovey-dovey in front of everybody.  [So I guess the implication is that he’ll spoil his girlfriend, but only in private.]

Soba guy? Udon guy? - Soba. I don’t eat a lot of udon.

Favourite drink? - Cola.

Will you believe in love at first sight? - Yes!

Which piece of furniture in your room are you fond of? - Sofa. It’s custom made, so I fussed about the size, material, firmness, and width quite a bit.

What are you like in a relaxed state? - At home lying on the sofa.

Within Johnny’s, who are you friends with outside of the members? - Ninomiya-kun and Yamashita-kun. I always go bother Ninomiya-kun at his home.  As for Yamashita-kun, I have gone to Disneyland with him and another guy.

What is your dream / vision for the group’s future? - Thanks to everyone’s support up to now, Hey!Say!JUMP is able to continue on as a group. After this, I want to see each member holding their own solo concert.

What’s your personal dream / vision? - I want to always work steadily as an actor.

What motto do you live by? - “Even if there is just 1% chance, I will never give up.”

What is your schedule like for when you have a day off? - Basically I stay at home, then when night falls, I tend to go out to eat.  At home, I’ll play games then sleep (lol).

When you don’t feel like you’re in good spirits, what do you do to encourage yourself? - Take a stroll.

With which member will you go to the themed park together? - Actually, I hate themed parks. I am really bad with rollercoasters, so knowing that I can’t go on any rides, I don’t really want to go with anybody (lol).

With which member will you go to the public bath house together? - Yuya and Inoo-chan. I had gone with other members before, but I have never gone with those two. It should be pretty leisurely to spend time with them.

With which member will you go to karaoke? - Chinen. We go together all the time.

With which member will you go to hanami (flower viewing)? - I am allergic to pollen and there are lots of bugs, so I don’t go to hanami.

With which member will you go to the pool?  - I won’t go to the pool. I cannot swim.

With which member do you want to spend Halloween? - Dai-chan. He’ll entertain me.

With which member do you want to go to have nabe (hot pot cuisine)? - Since we’ll eat delicious rice, Inoo-chan. He’ll probably say “yummy, yummy” when he eat, you know.

What place do you feel most relieved / relaxed? - My parents’ place.

What do you do to keep yourself healthy? - I will drink supplements.

Are you someone who arrange your bills in one direction? Or not? - I will arrange the bills with the face at the bottom.

What’s the best trip you had so far? - I was able to go to Paris and Los Angeles for work. I thought that was such a treat (lol). I was able to take in the nature in Los Angeles, and in Paris, I saw the buildings on the streets and had fun eating and getting on stage.

Top 3 favourite movies? - 1: “The Great Gatsby”, 2: “About Time”, 3: “(Leon) The Professional”.

Do you have a favourite book? - Not really. While I read manga, I don’t read a lot of books.

How about [your favourite] home cooked dish (mom’s cooking)? - Meat and potato stew.

When you wake up, what’s the first thing you do? - First I turn on the vacuum, then I go brush my teeth. [Does he have a robot vacuum?]

At night, what do you do before going to bed? - Brush my teeth (lol). I brush my teeth then get in bed, I’ll fiddle with my phone for a bit before going to bed.

What do you wear when you go to sleep? - Basically, I wear a pair of underwear! I definitely don’t wear a t-shirt.  Even in winter, I do not wear pants. Instead, I wear a fluffy parka like thing. [So like a fleece sleep dress? :) ]

What do you treasure? - The trophies I get due to my acting jobs. They are displayed at my parents’ place.

How do you de-stress? - I go drinking with my friends.

Favourite scent? - Lemongrass.  When I see it on my travels, I’ll definitely buy some.

What is the thing you most want right now? - Items in the game that lets me teleport! I don’t really have any material needs.

What must you have in your bag? - Toothbrush and cologne.

If you can only eat 1 thing for an entire month, what will it be? - Chicken breast strip. Although it is mild tasting, it is not harmful to the body.

Favourite number? - 4. That is my lucky number.

In terms of meat, what is your favourite? - Beef. But I like grilled meat more than steak.

When you enter into a relationship with your lover, what special favours will you do for her? - I’ll clean her room! For girls who are not good at housecleaning, this is a pretty good favour.

What is the 1 thing you’ll bring to a deserted island? - Lighter.

Tell us 1 secret! - Right now, I’m at the heaviest weight in my life. It’s not muscle but fat… (lol). [Em - we saw the calendar. Didn’t you have a 6 pack?]

If you have a chance for a redo in life, what age will you go back to? - 10 years old. The year I joined Johnny’s & Associates. That said, I don’t want a redo.

If you have to give a title to [your life story], what will it be? - “There are peaks and valleys”.

What will you do if you have to spend 1 million yen in 1 day? - I will take all the staff who is working on my project out for dinner.

What you will say to your 100 year old self! - “You don’t have to try so hard already!” (lol).

What will you do if the world will end in 3 days? - Even though it’s impossible, I want to have 1 live concert.

What is a small problem that’s bugging you right now? - I can’t beat the boss in the game. I tried more than 15 times but I couldn’t do it at all.

If you can use magic? - I’ll go see the world heritage sites. I’ll immediately fly to the ones that people said will be destroyed imminently.

If 100 points is the perfect score, how many points are you? - Around 50 points. When I need to get to 100%, I will go at it with all my might, but when I’m unwinding, I will use close to 0% of energy to unwind.

What are you addicted to? - Cleaning. Although I love cleanliness, when people come over for dinner and spilled stuff, I also don’t care. That’s because I love to put away the mess. However, I hate having dirty stuff lying around, so when everyone’s relaxing, I’ll start vacuuming. Perhaps I’m an annoying host (lol).

Do you have a collection of things? - No.

In 2019, what wish do you want to come true? - I want to have a live tour. I think I definitely want to have 1 tour each year. Privately, I want to go overseas for vacation.

What do you think you'll be like in 10 years? - I think I'll have a beard. I’ll probably appear in the “mature male roles” in dramas, won’t I? I can’t keep going on as the present “Yamada Ryosuke” without changing, you know.

What is Hey!Say!JUMP missing (not have enough of) right now? - Composure.

What’s your go to song at karaoke? - JUJU-san’s “Kiseki wo Nozomu Nara…” (If you want a miracle…”

A memory of karaoke-ing with a member? - There was a time when I went to karaoke with Chinen or someone almost every day and we will compete for the most points. I was very happy when I got my highest point of 96.8.

What is your role in the group? - No matter when, I am usually the first one to speak.  Since the members also wait for me to speak, and the staff-san will ask me questions first, I ended up with this role.

What advice will you give to yourself at debut? - “Your face is going to change, you know! It’ll become a little thinner.”

What is the most memorable thing during the “Heisei” era? - Being part of a group called Hey!Say!JUMP.

What moment did you feel that you have become an adult? - When I stopped being angry [easily].

Tell me Chinen’s weakness! - Knit.

Tell me Nakajima’s weakness! - Dirty things. (Literal meaning.)

Tell me Arioka’s weakness! - Belly button. He hates it when people touch it.

Tell me Takaki’s weakness! - He can’t handle high calorie foods.

Tell me Inoo’s weakness! - Exercise.

Tell me Yaotome’s weakness! - He can’t remember anything.

Tell me Yabu’s weakness! - Tomato.

Tell me Chinen’s allure! - There are so many. He’s a genius. He face the world as a guy who can do do anything and has a very good understanding of himself, which is very good.

Tell me Nakajima’s allure! - He can do anything. He is high-spec (top notch), but he is also hardworking.

Tell me Arioka’s allure! - He’s a positive, bright person. You’ll feel happy just being together with him.

Tell me Takaki’s allure! - Very gentle. Comparing to before, he has a great love for JUMP, he kept talking about “JUMP, JUMP” wherever he goes.

Tell me Inoo’s allure! - Talk power. He honed those skills through “Mezamashi TV”. It feels very comforting to go on location shoots with him in the variety programs.   

Tell me Yaotome’s allure! - His “ojisan-like” personality. He can take a nap wherever he goes. There are moments when that side of him will shine spectacularly as an item (special feature?) of JUMP, so in that sense, he is very reliable.

Tell me Yabu’s allure! - Although he is the oldest, he doesn’t act like “I need to get a hold of myself” a lot. Because of that, the people who are younger than him can feel at ease.  Because we have Yabu-chan, we are able to things confidently, he is truly a reliable bigger brother.

Send a message to Okamoto Keito! - Keito, when are you coming back? How is winter in New York? It’s probably very cold, right? I want to tell you about the live tour, and I also want to hear about your New York life!

[micharedmc]

Molly Jericho Headcanons/Lore bits

(Feel free to ask about anything about her outside of this) -Molly is a medic more than she is an officer. She'd much rather be helping heal someone than in direct action, like alongside Chris or Jill, or even Leon. -Became a Medic at 19 alongside Rebecca Chambers (19 years old in RE1-RE2), who she is very close to throughout the Resident Evil franchise -Was in Raccoon City in RE2 (just found out happens 2 months later from RE0-1) trying to find the nest. She first meets Leon here but never came across Claire. Escaped the city before Leon, Claire and Sherry did with a bunch of documents she went to the Nest for (I'll develop this point at a later date, could be for research on Umbrella's T-Virus, idk)

-Molly had very absent parents. Grew up in a large, poor family and just faded into the background as a Middle child. Took care of her little siblings when her parents and older siblings started disappearing one by one. -Despite growing up without much, struggling with multiple jobs to care for her family when their parents and older siblings were gone, she managed to get her degrees to become a Medic on a Scholarship due to her high grades. It was hard for her to study in the conditions of her household but she got what she needed and was excited to be able to go through with her dream of having a job in healthcare without having to worry much about finances. -Molly's shy, scaredy-cat (I won't say coward, she's a precious baby) demeanour is most likely a result of her parents and some of her older siblings treatment of her (only one older sibling who left the household entirely was good). If they didn't ignore her entirely, they saw her as an annoying inconvenience when she looked for affection or help caring for her little siblings. Everyone but the youngest children in her family were abused in multiple ways, so she came out not mentally well. -Uses a majority of her salary on clothes and toys for her little siblings who, when she left, ended up in her good older brother's care. Doesn't talk to her other family members, most of them disappeared anyway which did worry her somewhat, but those who are still around call and are horrible and she gets too nervous and scared to hang up on them, even when they're yelling. She just freezes. -Was glad to get combat and gun training in the S.T.A.R.S team but honestly would prefer to leave combat to members like Chris and Jill. She admires how brave they are and gets along well with them too, though Chris believes she could try to be braver considering when she's working with them, she has to be an officer, not just the sweetheart medic. -Considering RE5 is 10 years later from RE1, Molly is 29 in the events of all that happens in 5. Is actually a bit braver with how much time passes, but the PTSD never does really fade. -Absolutely despises Wesker and Ivory. Ivory is to Molly what Wesker is to Chris, and vice versa.

-It is absolutely canon that Ivory makes fun of Molly by calling her Molly-Dolly. It started from a joke phrase, much like Wesker saying "Oh little fishy, come see my hook" for Chris, but Ivory stuck with it because she finds Molly too fun to mess with. -She looks like she wouldn't, but she actually does like drinking. Only likes drinking cider though, other alcoholic drinks taste, in her drunken words, 'like piss mixed with rubbing alcohol'. (Honestly, this is what I thought the first time I tasted Single Malt Whiskey). Her drinking habit is probably one of the things she and Leon bond over. These two will probably end up doing karaoke at the end of the night drunk off of their asses.

-Favourite song is 'I Will Survive' by Gloria Gaynor (Ironic huh) -Would probably try to befriend Mr.X if she could. Kinda looks like her big brother, if you take away the wrinkled, gray skin. Also she fumbled with her gun so bad seeing X that she accidentally shot off his fedora and despite nearly peeing her pants when he charged faster because of it, she later has a laugh with Leon when she thinks about how silly it is that he only charged when she messed with his hat. Like seriously, bro gets so mad if you shoot his fedora off.

-Likes collecting beanie babies. She has a rainbow one she loves. Uhhhh can't think of anymore rn but like I said, feel free to ask some stuff? If you want? Realised I don't think I did one of these for Ivory so i'll have to do so later.

[kingsofeverything]

WIP folder

The Rules: List the names and a short description of all the files in your WIP folder, then tag some fellow writers to do the same.

anitra @allwaswell16 tagged me to do this because i said i didn’t want to lol i’m going to list them in order of likeliness that they’ll get written lolllll

anon fic. this fic is anonymous so uhhhhhhh it’s about louis and harry and they fall in love

distant future sci fi au. this is the fic idea i just had yesterday. it’ll be nonlinear which is going to be a pain in the ass for me because it’ll involve doing things a certain way and this fic is not the boss of me. i don’t want to spoil anything, but i’m thinking it’ll be both povs as well. in my head it’s not enemies but like..... general disdain to friends to virtual strangers to friends to lovers, but who knows what will happen when i start writing lol. hmmmm what else can i share without spoilers...... harry and gemma are like geniuses. oh! and louis leaves earth (and harry) and doesn’t come back (this fic could literally never happen lol i haven’t written one word)

graphic design is my passion louis. this fic is based on a prompt uhhhhh hold plz..... the next to the last prompt in this post. i have a few k already written idk why but i need this art student louis, history student harry au.

vampire!harry. well i wrote 20k+ for this and decided i didn’t like it and wanted to start over. the story in my head is greeeeeeeat. like really good. nice and safe and in my brain where nothing will happen to it lol

tshu2 which is titled ‘the drum beats out of time’ but isn’t written yet lol. i have a partial time line and a partial outline but that’s it. 

not groundhog day au. welllll it’s like the movie groundhog day, but on xmas eve instead. harry pov. idk if it will work. he’s got to be an actual asshole in the beginning soooooo. i want to write it though just because i think it’d be super interesting to see him fall in love with louis in the 24 hour time loop lol because they start out as basically hating each other.

other sci fi au. original sci fi au lol. i started this fic like 2 years ago??? is that right? holy shit. anyway i wrote a few k on it and decided i didn’t like the way i’d written it, so i’m pretty much scrapping it and starting over. but i love the idea for this one. it’s unusual and i want to write it probably second to the new sci fi au. 

tiny 3 which is started as tiny 2 but lol i decided to change it. this is the one where harry is a photographer who does coffee table books. and louis is an architect. have a few k on it but got stuck, so hopefully changing that one little thing will make a difference when i sit down to write on it again

dws 4.... idk why i have this listed as 4 in my spreadsheet when there are already 6 fics in the series on ao3. ANYWAY this is the fic that takes place like a week or 2 after chapter 8 in dws. i was initially doing all of the timestamps from harry’s pov but i want to do this one in louis’ pov. harry goes up to spend the weekend with louis, meets niall, etc etc etc. have a few words on this lol literally like one paragraph

rocky horror au- title: science fiction, double feature. community theater puts on rhps. louis wants to be frankenfurter but niall casts harry instead. hate to love. etc etc. i have a few hundred words on this. 

camper fic / porch louis. honestly really want to write this one but idk if it’ll ever happen. i combined 2 fics lol. camper fic tag is here. but a lot of that’s changed. louis isn’t famous for one thing. hmmmmm..... the porch louis part of it was inspired by the song shy by leon bridges

broken fang vampire!harry and dentist!louis (it’s as stupid as it sounds lol)

nirvana karaoke fic. based on uhhhhhhhhhh harry singing nirvana karaoke. it’s their 25th hs reunion. that’s........... all i’ve got

traveling fic. i have zero written for this but ideassssssssssssss. for like 2 years i’ve been thinking about it. they’re newly dating. harry’s been planning a year long trip around the world, so wasn’t trying to date anyone but wooohoooo louis came along like idk 2-3 months before harry’s trip starts. harry asks him to drop everything and like quit his job and come with him. 

i’m going to stop there because there are more but mostly just ideas for fics. 14 is enough and i’ve probably left one off that i’m actually already writing but forgot about. tagging @halosboat @horsegirlharry @catfishau @sometimesambroswrites @velvetnoodle @indiaalphawhiskey 

[wri0thesley]

Could you write a scenario about Abba as a reluctant single father trying to stop his baby from crying in the middle of the night?

If there’s one thing Leone Abbacchio didn’t expect to be doing at two in the morning, it’s stumbling to find his infant son and try and quiet his screaming.

Going back further than that, if there’s one thing that Leone Abbacchio didn’t expect of his life … well, said infant son would be pretty high on that list, especially after he’d disgraced his career and become a fucking criminal. He’s aware that this isn’t exactly the ideal way to be raising a child - still, his son’s mother is dead and a family bond is a family bond. They’d somehow found him and reached out to Buccellati - and if there was one person whom Leone wouldn’t be able to look in the eye and say no to, it was Bruno Buccellati. God, just imagining Bruno’s face if Leone had shrugged and said ‘I guess it will go up for adoption’ … No wonder Leone had ended up with him. Leone would never purposely disappoint Bruno.

He’d felt like he’d come dangerously close to it when Bruno had turned up at his house the next day with a determined look on his face and a bucket and mop. Leone had been forced - with a massive hangover, at that - to take part in Bruno’s ‘clean-a-thon’, which the other little lucky brats hadn’t been privy to. Perhaps because they were on a mission, perhaps because Bruno didn’t want them to see what squalor Leone lived in. He’s fairly sure it’s the latter, but he’d rather believe it was the former.

As Bruno had fished behind his sofa and pulled out another empty wine bottle, he’d shot Leone a disapproving look that spoke more than Bruno’s words ever did. Leone felt rather like he’d disappointed his father, despite Bruno being the younger, and he’d hung his head in shame.

“You can’t do this when you have the baby around,” Bruno said, his tone gently rebuking. “You’ve got to clean up your act.”

Leone swallowed. He can’t remember the last time he went to sleep without a nightcap. It had started because he wanted to dull the nightmares, at first - and as time had gone on, it just hadn’t stopped.

“I don’t know if I can,” Leone admitted, hating feeling weak in front of Bruno. He’s supposed to be Bruno’s soldier, after all - loyal and sticking with his guns and certain to a fault. He’s not supposed to falter. When he looks into Bruno’s eyes, they’re cool and soothing.

“You can,” Bruno said, and his tone was self-assured, as if he was just daring Leone to argue with him. His face was cool granite. “You’re stronger than you think, Leone. You will.”

* * *

Leone certainly didn’t feel strong as he stumbled about the bedroom and tried to remember where Bruno had helped him build the crib (Bruno had brought him the crib. After mentioning off-handedly to one of his many friends and contacts within the city he had a friend in need of one, he’d had two or three eagerly pressed upon him from denizens who wanted to thank Bucceallati, who would never accept gifts for himself). He hadn’t drank anything that night, and he’d spend most of it staring at the ceiling and wondering if he’d even get a wink of sleep. It looked as though alcohol had been numbing his system in more ways than one.

Eventually, he stubbed his toe on one of the legs of the metal contraption, and had to clamp his teeth together to stop from swearing. His son was young enough to probably not even notice if he swore, but he wanted to at least try and get into good habits before the child had the misfortune of meeting the rest of Leone’s little family–

Huh.

He’d been thinking of Bruno’s gang as family more and more recently, especially after he’d learnt he would soon be taking charge of a little boy. He’d begun to have thoughts - would Fugo help teach his son the way he tutored Narancia? Would he be softer with Leone’s child than with a boy a year his senior?

Would he call Bruno ‘Uncle’? Would he ride around on Narancia’s shoulders, the brunet grinning and laughing and cracking jokes? Would he share in the gang’s gentle light-hearted jibes about how badly Mista needed a shower?

Leone’s long estranged from his real family, who hadn’t wanted the disgrace of a crooked cop ruining their reputation. He’d thought he would run himself dry working for Passione, and end up with a bullet wound through his head and nobody to mourn him. He hadn’t expected Bruno Buccellati and his gang of rag-tag misfits worming their way into a heart Leone had long thought was sealed up to anyone, and he definitely hadn’t expected the little blue-eyed bundle currently staring up at him with a screwed-up face.

The baby doesn’t stop crying as Leone picks him up and holds him to his chest, begins to rock him slowly the way he’d watched Bruno do the first time they’d been together, (the woman with him had looked at Bruno and said to Leone; “Oh! Is this your partner?” and Leone had felt a sudden strange and gripping desire to say yes, yes it is–) whispers soothing noises in a voice made scratchy from hard drinking and little sleep.

The baby still cries, and Leone’s heart twists. There’s a banging on the wall next door - someone telling him to get his son to shut the fuck up, no doubt. Leone holds him close, looking around the dark room for a rattle or a cuddly toy or anything… A pacifier, even! God–

His eyes alight on a cuddly little lion that Narancia had given him (of course Narancia had, what a brat) with a sharp pang of relief. He swoops it up from the crib and gives it to the baby so that the lion’s big head, embroidered eyes and little lop-sided smile are staring him right in the face.

The baby’s face clears up and Leone thinks that he’s done it, he can tuck him back up and go back to staring at the ceiling and wishing he was drunk on fine red wine - and the baby promptly screams and thrashes so hard that the lion falls to the floor.

Poor Leone. And poor leone, too.

“What’s wrong?” Leone tries, as if in the past few hours his son might have gained the miracle of speech. “What do I do?”

The baby just looks up at him with his screwed-up little face, scrunched up eyes glittering with tears. Leone would like to cry to. He can’t, though - so he does the only thing he can think of, and he starts to sing.

Leone Abbacchio, the cop, had liked singing. He’d been average at it, but pleasant - occasionally, he’d go out and sing karaoke with other trainees and they’d always whistle and stamp their feet for him, because his voice was inoffensive and it was the only time they ever got to see Abbacchio, normally so serious and devoted to his studies, smile.

He hasn’t sung a single note since joining Passione.

His child’s mouth goes slack and he stares up at Leone as the man stumbles over words of a lullaby. His throat, now, has the marks of a heavy drinker and someone who indulges occasionally in cigarettes. It will never quite have that easy, soft quality that Leone had when he was seventeen and in the Academy.

But his child seems to like it.

He’s silenced, a smile on his face, as he stares up at his father. Leone feels a rush of love for the little bundle in his arms go through him. This is his son.

This isn’t where Leone Abbacchio intended to end up. But it won’t be so bad, will it?

[gisellelx]

Thanks for the tag @jessicanjpa and @needahugfromesme

17 questions, 17 people – the REMIX

what would you name your next pet: I really like that I keep inheriting pets. They come with names. It’s much less nerve-wracking that way. If I got a new pet tomorrow it would probably be named after something from rom Hamilton. Laurens would make a good name for a cat. 

how much do you relate to your zodiac sign: Not at all. Picses are supposed to be super empathetic and not judgey and very feel-y. I am very prone to going, “Right but this thing you are up in your feels about? It is completely irrational, you know that, right? Snap out of it.” 😂

favorite smell:  discovered in college when I forgot to wash my towels that it’s mildew. It reminds me of the poolhouse at summer camp. 

what harry potter character do you relate to the most: Professor McGonagall. I love you and I will stand up for you and I will break rules when necessary...but not before it’s necessary. 

what do you google the most: Sadly at the moment it’s “Did my student copy this from the web?” And not because I’m trying to throw the book at them but because I’m usually like, “This answer is really, really wrong and I don’t know how they could’ve come up with this based on my lecture; did I teach something that badly???” But no, usually it’s that they panicked and dumped something into Google instead of going back to their notes. Go back to your notes, students.

song you’d sneak onto the twilight soundtrack:  Leon Bridges “The River.” 

who’s the first twilight blog you remember interacting with: Honestly I have no idea because it was 10 years ago. Since my return to tumblr, that was @loyalmuse who has lovely designs on Aro/Carlisle and all sorts of fun headcanons. 

if you never had to sleep what would you do all with your time: I would never be behind on grading! But I would also get a novel done. 

you robbed the cullens. what’s the first thing you’d buy with carlisle’s credit card for yourself: I really do want a Tesla. 

a random job you’d never pursue in this life but think you’d be good at: Structural engineering. I’m great with numbers but hated calculus and if that’s the gateway to engineering, no thanks. 

what would you wear if you were meeting rosalie hale in real life: I have a personal uniform. I would wear that. 

besides twilight what’s your comfort series: Twilight is not my comfort series, it’s my throw it across the room in dismay series! Probably The Gallagher Girls. Might be time to re-read those again. 

when you daydream what fantasies have you constructed: I don’t daydream very much. I am prone to walking myself through dialogue in a scene when I’m engaged in something else like walking the dog. 

you live in a little cottage in the woods – what color would you paint it/what would it look like: It would be all glass and steel, like the house in The Lake House. 

the song you’d sing if you were doing karaoke: My go-tos are KT Tunstall,  Pharrell Williams, and Fiona Apple because the range is about right and I’m just vain enough to care about not singing over my break because I’ve never learned to do that. “One Week” by BNL is also a standard. I admit to practicing that one. Oh and if we’re at a decently up-to-date karaoke bar, then EVERYTHING Hamilton. I probably shouldn’t brag but dag, I amaze and astonish.  (I am really really sad about what the pandemic has done to the ability to karaoke. I’ve loved doing it since I was a preteen and I go pretty often in times when I’m not worried about a bunch of people sending around a potentially lethal virus. I really miss it and it will be one of the first things I do as soon as it’s safe.) 

what animal would be your animal sidekick: Pretty sure my dog would be really angry if any other animal took her place. 

the first twilight series line that comes to mind: “He...collected antiques?” 

I tried to follow who all has been tagged so two people I think haven’t slash whose answers I haven’t seen @loyalmuse @tintind @carlislesscarf @running-awayy

17 questions, 17 people – the REMIX

Thank you sm @kaquiche and @swanresidence

what would you name your next pet: hmmm… it depends on the kinda pet and their personality but ever since like middle school I had the idea of naming my pets after characters from The Outsiders (bc i was obsessed but now its bc they have cute names) examples: Sodapop, Two-bit, Dallas

how much do you relate to your zodiac sign: i’d say like 50% (I’m a gemini) but i think i relate more to my moon and rising signs (pisces and libra)

favorite smell: i love vanilla, musky scents, and some florals

what harry potter character do you relate to the most: i have never read the books and have only seen bits and pieces of the movies so I dont really know

what do you google the most: i would say its a wide array of things but one thing that comes up a lot is how to do basic things that I would be too embarrassed to ask anyone for help with

song you’d sneak onto the twilight soundtrack: this question is so hard but maybe holy ghost by coin in like a more upbeat scene

who’s the first twilight blog you remember interacting with: it would be Ryne who has deactivated his account but it was @/edwardsbouffant

if you never had to sleep what would you do all with your time: okay so I want to say that I would like pick up a new hobby or something but i think i would just continue what I’m doing with my free time now: movies/tv, reading, watching youtube lol

you robbed the cullens. what’s the first thing you’d buy with carlisle’s credit card for yourself: I agree with Taryn and Allie, I would pay off my debt. But as far as “fun” things go I would revamp (no pun intended) my wardrobe.

a random job you’d never pursue in this life but think you’d be good at: maybe something artistic like a painter of some sort

what would you wear if you were meeting rosalie hale in real life: tears. just kidding (…. maybe). the first thing that popped in my head is a pretty white dress… which is a pretty good choice bc then I’d be ready to get married

besides twilight what’s your comfort series: again I’ll agree with taryn and allie and say percy jackson. but also the gallagher girl series by ally carter.

when you daydream what fantasies have you constructed: hahaha shout out to cassie for coming up with a question to expose us all. i’d say half the time its about me and whoever I have a crush on at the moment (or in some cases crushes i’ve had for years) falling in love in different scenarios. orrr it’s about fictional characters i’ve created in plots that i should be writing about but instead I choose to day dream about.

you live in a little cottage in the woods – what color would you paint it/what would it look like: on the outside it would be mostly stone but anything that needed to be painted would be a dark brown. on the inside it would probably be a pastel color. it would have a library, a bedroom, and a space for me to write/make art

the song you’d sing if you were doing karaoke: ever since watching booksmart for the first time I’d be lying if I said I hadnt been daydreaming about singing “you oughta know” everyday since (small problem i cant sing)

what animal would be your animal sidekick: the first thing that popped in my head was a raccoon and I’m going to stick with it but also maybe a cat

the first twilight series line that comes to mind: it’s the fluorescents

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Landmark strip club meets boutique hotel

Atlanta (CNN) — A seedy strip club and a boutique hotel. They may seem like strange bedfellows, but in rapidly transforming Atlanta, this unusual relationship seems to be working.

The Clermont Lounge is not just any strip club. Established in 1965, this next-level dive bar is a beloved institution, where DJs, bands and Tuesday-night karaoke singers do their thing alongside dancers ranging in age from about 22 to 72.

And as Atlanta welcomes Super Bowl LIII fans, the lounge is basking in its status as one of the city’s most colorful destinations.

“It’s a different club than other clubs. And like, actually allows women older than 25 or 30 to work there. I’m 62 next month. Thank you, Jesus. I made it,” says Blondie, who has shimmied and drop-kicked atop its bar since 1978.

Blondie, born Anita Rae Strange, is the most famous stripper in Atlanta — a city known for adult entertainment. Crushing Budweiser and PBR cans with her breasts is a trademark. She also writes poetry.

“I would say everyone in Atlanta knows Blondie. Like my 90-year-old grandmom knows Blondie,” says native Atlantan William Bubier, 26, who works as a server upstairs at Tiny Lou’s, a French-American brasserie in the newly opened Hotel Clermont.

Blondie and the brasserie is the kind of juxtaposition that’s increasingly common in Atlanta, and some locals worry that Champagne tastes will stamp out intown Atlanta’s character.

“This girl don’t like no Champagne. Don’t like wine either. I like beer and shots,” says Blondie.

Yet despite mixed feelings, the trendy boutique hotel has undoubtedly made a splash and brought new energy to a building that was shuttered for nearly a decade, save for the strip club in the basement.

Dancers at Atlanta’s Clermont Lounge range in age from 22 to 72.

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Downstairs

The building started as the Bonaventure Arms Apartments in 1924 and became the extended-stay Clermont Hotel in 1939.

Several nightclubs occupied the basement space before the Clermont Lounge was born in 1965. By the ’70s and ’80s, the building and the corridor along Ponce de Leon Avenue was frequented by drug addicts and prostitutes.

In 2009, the hotel was shuttered by the health department. But the lounge carried on, drawing all ages and walks of life.

Jimmy Mahaffey, who’s in his 50s, hit the new hotel’s rooftop bar and the basement on a recent Saturday evening with his girlfriend, who visited the strip club in the ’90s, before she moved to suburban Atlanta.

Mahaffey, who had never been to the lounge before, warmed up to the place immediately.

“It looked like I’d repaired the bar. It was duct-taped all the way around. Duct tape, my favorite repair tool,” Mahaffey said.

“When I saw that duct-taped bar, I was like, damn, there are some survivors in here.”

Blondie has been a dancer at the lounge for 40 years.

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True. Blondie is not the oldest Clermont dancer. Porsha is in her 70s. Another dancer, Cassy, 54, who specializes in lighting her boobs on fire, has ties to the lounge dating back to the ’80s.

The dancers choose their own songs on the jukebox. Smoke permeates everything, seeping into hair and clothes. All but the bald chain-smoker will probably want a shower at the end of the evening.

The most remarkable development of the past two decades, decorwise, is the recent remodel of the restrooms, previously a challenge for the public-facilities sensitive.

People love this place.

Its atmosphere, plus a strict no-cameras policy, draws a range of celebrities. Anthony Bourdain was a fan. Robert De Niro, Woody Harrelson, Jennifer Lawrence and Jon Hamm have all been in.

Upstairs

The Clermont Lounge has a new friend in the Hotel Clermont.

The hotel, which opened in June 2018 after a $30 million overhaul, has a rooftop bar with sweeping skyline views, a coffee shop and a sultry cocktail bar in the lobby and the French-American brasserie, Tiny Lou’s, one flight down.

Tiny Lou’s is named after a dancer who performed at a basement club predating the Clermont Lounge.

The hotel’s design, handled by New York-based Reunion Goods & Services, is “kind of rock ‘n’ roll in your grandmother’s living room,” says Alan Rae, Hotel Clermont’s general manager.

Think velvet, rattan, wicker and florals with lots of bold wallpaper. There are 94 rooms, including several suites and a collection of four-bed bunk rooms geared toward friends traveling together.

The developer, Oliver Hospitality, bought the building in 2013, and there was never any question of closing the lounge.

“We like hotels that have personality, and this really had what I always called the street cred, the street credibility, of being authentic Atlanta and having the lounge in it,” said Philip Welker, a principal at Oliver Hospitality.

Kathi Martin, who co-owns the lounge, is happy with the change. She wasn’t sure who would buy the shuttered hotel or whether the buyers would keep the club.

“They like us, we love them,” says Martin, who started out as a bartender at the lounge 40 years ago.

“They bought it and fought to keep us ’cause nobody wanted to finance it with an adult entertainment club in the basement,” says Martin.

Keeping the lounge in place cost more than $1 million, Welker estimates. But it’s something that can’t be replicated anywhere else, and that’s a bonus.

The lounge continues to lease space in the building, and the businesses are owned and operated independently.

The hotel is closed to the public through Super Bowl weekend for a slate of ticketed events including rooftop DJ sets hosted by Jermaine Dupri and DJ Mars and a celebrity game night presented by rapper T.I.

However, the lounge will be open later than usual and for the first time on a Sunday.

Changing landscape

Atlanta’s redevelopment inspires mixed feelings.

Chris Sinon and Arielle Valdez, a 20-something couple, were having drinks on Hotel Clermont’s rooftop on a Saturday evening. They’re fans of the Clermont Lounge and feel a little torn about the building’s transformation.

It’s nice to see it revitalized, Valdez said, but it’s also a prime example of what’s happening in the hotel’s Poncey-Highland neighborhood — and across the city — where upscale development is driving up housing prices.

The rooftop — an Instagrammer’s delight with neon signs and skyline views — is a little “bougie,” Valdez said, compared with the no-frills, no-photos lounge. Still, it was the pair’s second rooftop visit.

“It’s certainly changed,” says hotel manager Alan Rae about the neighborhood. “But I think that the change has been at a level where there’s a good balance, a good mix of keeping the character of the neighborhood with all of the smaller businesses.”

Atlanta native Sean Vinson, 45, works security part-time at the Clermont Lounge. In the early 2000s, he worked there full time and lived upstairs in the hotel.

“I don’t like it,” Vinson says of the new hotel. “I mean it’s of course better than what it used to be up there, but in some ways not too, you know?”

“You’re gaining some things, but you’re losing certain elements of the neighborhood. How it used to be. Yeah, there were people that were dangerous back then, but it wasn’t as uptight either,” says Vinson.

Down the street from the Clermont, Ponce City Market is a rehabbed warehouse filled with upscale businesses.

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Or as expensive. “It used to be $200 a week, and now it’s $200 a night.”

Down the street, Ponce City Market is another urban metamorphosis. The converted 1920s Sears, Roebuck & Co. warehouse houses a food hall lined with casual chef-driven eateries, upscale retail, residences and offices.

It sits on the Atlanta BeltLine, a 22-mile trail that, when finished, will connect 45 neighborhoods.

“I mean the neighborhood has changed,” says Blondie. “All the condos across the street, the neighborhood changing up and down.”

Yet the Clermont remains.

“This place doesn’t change,” says Blondie. “And I don’t change. After 40 years, I’m very humble. God made sure of that.”

If you go

Hotel Clermont, 789 Ponce de Leon Ave NE, Atlanta, GA, (470) 485-0485. Rates for standard rooms start in the mid-$200s for winter 2019. Closed through the Super Bowl for private events.

Clermont Lounge, 789 Ponce de Leon Ave NE, Atlanta, GA, (404) 874-4783. The lounge will be open on Super Bowl Sunday, its first Sunday ever, thanks to a City Council waiver for the event that will also extend last call to 4 a.m. through February 4 at bars citywide.

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LGBTQ Atlanta – A Gay Guy’s Weekend Guide to Atlanta

SPONSORED — Often cited as a capital of the gay Southern USA, Atlanta has a lot to offer LGBTQ travelers. As the Georgia state capital and the home to important civil rights milestones, Atlanta is “the city too busy to hate.” It’s a city of love and passion, represented by its commitment to be an open, friendly, and welcoming destination. So welcoming, in fact, Atlanta is home to North America’s largest airport!

When Queer Eye rebooted in 2018, Atlanta popped up on the gay travel radar once again. As a culturally diverse capital, the city has all the charm of a southern city with all the amenities of a big metropolis. Rather than the two divergent themes clashing, it all comes together in Atlanta to make it an equal-parts interesting, entertaining, and vibrant city. One with a lot of love and life.

Check out my gay guide to Atlanta below.

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Plan a trip to Atlanta during Atlanta Pride!

Atlanta Pride weekend is Oct 11-13, following a week of LGBTQ events and activities. Join thousands of participants in one of the largest pride festivals in the USA. Pride events include a kick-off ceremony at the Georgia Aquarium, a Tea Dance in Piedmont Park, a Stonewall art exhibition, and a pride parade through the city.

Stay at The American Hotel Atlanta Downtown – a DoubleTree by Hilton to be close to all the action.

What to do in Atlanta

The home to major corporations and the biggest airport in the USA, there’s understandably a lot to see and do in Atlanta. Georgia was one of the original 13 colonies, so there’s a lot of history here. The city played an important role in American history, especially during the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s. But even to this day, thanks to its relevance in pop culture and across many industries, there’s no shortage of cool things to do in Atlanta.

Most of the tourist things to do in Atlanta are located in Downtown Atlanta in and around Centennial Olympic Park. The park was built for the 1996 Olympics and the main entrance is marked by the iconic five interlocking rings. Across the street, a 20-story Ferris wheel (the SkyView Atlanta) offers a panoramic view over Downtown Atlanta.

But the museums and sites around the park offer some of the best experiences in Atlanta. Home to the CNN headquarters, it’s possible to take a studio tour through CNN. As a city with so much history, it’s no wonder CNN has their headquarters here, and the studio tour offers a glimpse into how one of the world’s largest news organization works.

Celebrating pride at the World of Coca-Cola gift shop #loveislove

Nearby, another brand found around the world which originated in Atlanta, Coca-Cola, has a museum. The World of Coca-Cola is a fun, family-friendly experience where you can learn about the iconic brand’s history, watch some of its most iconic advertising, and even taste-test Coca-Cola products from around the world. It’s a surprisingly fun tour through the brand’s history.

Up close and personal with a whale shark at the Georgia Aquarium

In a city of so many superlatives, it’s no surprise that Atlanta is also home to America’s largest aquarium, and one of the most important in the world. The Georgia Aquarium is an impressive non-profit organization that’s home to tens of thousands of animals—from the beautifully mesmerizing jellyfish to beluga whales, whale sharks, and stingrays.

The Aquarium also participates in important conservation effort around the world; they are the only aquarium in North America to house rescued whale sharks.

Inside Atlanta’s museum for civil rights

And just across the Aquarium, in Pemberton Place, is the National Center for Civil and Human Rights. The city where Martin Luther King, Jr. lived and preached, Atlanta was at the forefront of the civil rights movement. The museum documents the civil rights movement with important historical artifacts, letters, photographs, and videos. It’s an emotional journey and probably the most important site to see in Atlanta. There’s a lunch counter attraction inside where it’s possible to experience what some of our most important civil rights leaders had to endure before changes were slowly enacted.

The center also features an exhibition on civil and human rights movements from around the world, touching on women’s rights, LGBTQ equality, and other crises in modern human history.

Of course there are a lot of other things to see and do in Atlanta. Piedmont Park is the city’s largest green space, where the annual Atlanta Gay Pride is held each October (as well as the Atlanta Botanical Gardens). Other LGBTQ events in the city take place throughout the year, including a queer film festival in September, and the largest Black Gay Pride in the world.

See more recommendations on what to do in Atlanta in this helpful guide from Hilton.

Where to eat, drink, and party in Atlanta

Atlanta’s importance isn’t just in its historic attractions. Like all the best destinations, the city’s unique culture is closely intertwined with its food and culinary sites. There’s more than just Coca-Cola in Atlanta!

BBQ with all the fixin’s at Sweet Auburn BBQ

As the unofficial cultural capital of the south, Atlanta has some great BBQ restaurants—too many to recommend! Along Ponce De Leon Avenue and throughout the Old Fourth Ward are a number of great restaurants. Sweet Auburn BBQ (taking its name from the historic Sweet Auburn neighborhood of Atlanta) serves traditional BBQ such as brisket and pulled pork, but also features less-traditional menu options like a Korean steak salad. Visit on Thursday evenings when they offer happy hour specials on their extensive Bourbon menu.

Just down the road is the brunch hotspot 8ARM, serving New American fare. It’s alongside the Atlanta BeltLine—a trail that runs through the Old Fourth Ward along an old railway track. You’ll find lots of beer gardens, street art, cool shops, and great people-watching along the route, including the Ponce City Market shopping center and food hall.

Exploring the gayborhood of Atlanta

For a taste of LGBTQ Atlanta, visit the Midtown neighborhood. Einstein’s is a popular brunch restaurant serving Southern comfort food (what else?!) and Joe’s on Juniper has great bar bites in a very gay setting (including rainbow steps up to their breezy courtyard.

Just around the corner, the beautiful Joy Café serves classic brunch dishes like biscuits & gravy, but also more creative dishes such as their local favorite shrimp & grits. Locally-owned, it’s a great spot for a relaxing meal where you’re likely to meet the namesake owner. Try their homemade hot sauce and don’t miss their indoor bakery full of delicious, homemade cakes.

Biscuits & gravy for brunch at Joy Café

At night, the corner of Piedmont Ave and 10th Street is the hottest place to be. Gay bars such as Ten Atlanta and Blake’s on the Park are both a lot of fun, though you’ll find other LGBTQ-friendly bars and nightlife throughout the city. (Piedmont & 10th is where you’ll find the city’s rainbow crosswalk though—an important marker of the city’s Midtown gayborhood!)

Just east of Downtown Atlanta, Edgewood Avenue is home to a handful of trendy and fun bars and restaurants that are especially popular on nights and weekends. Sister Louisa’s (affectionally called Church by the locals) is a raucous Church-themed bar with karaoke, ping-pong tournaments, and other funky events. It feels a lot like a living room—but much more kitschy—and attracts a pretty queer crowd thanks to its irreverence.

A blurry night out at Sister Louisa’s queer bar

Where to stay

Out by the pool at The American Hotel

Atlanta’s best and most important tourist sites are located in the downtown city center. From downtown Atlanta, you’re well-connected to everywhere else in the city—whether it’s the hipster shopping in the Old Fourth Ward, the LGBTQ nightlife in Midtown, or the airport in the south. At the heart of Downtown Atlanta, The American Hotel is a great option for tourists.

As a Doubletree Hilton property, the hotel has all the amenities you’d expect from Hilton. But this property isn’t just your typical Hilton! The American Hotel is an important historical site in Atlanta. Recently renovated, the hotel was the city’s first modern hotel, opened originally in 1962 where it was the first hotel in downtown Atlanta to desegregate. The lobby of the hotel is dotted with historical photographs and memorabilia including copies of letters from its opening.

Mid-century modern design in The American Hotel

The American Hotel was designed to reflect its place in history with mid-century modern design aesthetics—everything from the Airstream trailer by the pool to the houndstooth carpeting in the rooms and hallways. Funky design elements, including classic 1960s board games like Battleship and Connect Four are available for use in the spacious lobby. Colorful IGLOO mini-fridges in the mid-century style are also in each room.

Walking distance to the main tourist sites around Centennial Park, The American Hotel is both convenient and cool. There’s even a fitness suite on-site for those travelers who can’t miss a day at the gym (though the hotel’s on-site gym is also 24-hours!). Check rates and see more photos of the hotel (and other Hilton Atlanta properties) here.

Atlanta is a buzzing city with some of the region’s best LGBTQ nightlife, bars, and clubs. It’s a great weekend destination thanks to all the events.

Note: My trip to Atlanta was sponsored and supported by Hiltons of Atlanta. All opinions here, as always, are my own.

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Songs About Jealousy: 60 Jealous Love Songs

Fear. Anger. Mistrust. Envy. Apprehension. It’s not one of the nicer sides of love, but jealousy is a part of it. When you’re with someone you care deeply about it can drive you a little crazy, have you doubting yourself and your relationship, and make you wonder What does this person even see in me? Is it any wonder there are so many songs about jealousy?

Whether you’re watching the one you love with someone else across a room full of faces, lusting after your best friend’s girl, or just wondering what you’d do if you were her man, there’s a jealous song that might not make you feel any better but maybe a little less alone. Check out the list below or listen to it on Spotify.

1. Jealous Bone, Patty Loveless And I know I’m gonna run you off, if I don’t learn to let you go. But ooh oh you make me lose control.

2. Jealousy, Natalie Merchant Is she the sort you’ve always thought, could make you what you’re not?

3. My Best Friend’s Girl, The Cars You’re always dancing down the street with your suede blue eye-eyes. And every new boy that you meet doesn’t know the real surprise.

4. Lounge Act, Nirvana I’ll arrest myself and wear a shield. I’ll go out of my way to prove I still smell her on you.

5. Hey Jealousy, Gin Blossoms The past is gone but something might be found to take its place… Hey jealousy.

6. Mr. Brightside, The Killers Jealousy, turning saints into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis.

7. No One Else, Weezer I want a girl who will laugh for no one else. When I’m away she puts her makeup on the shelf.

8. When It Was Me, Paula Oh, oh, and I’m not jealous, no, I’m not. Oh, oh, I just want everything she’s got.

9. Revenge, P!nk Featuring Eminem I’m daydreamin’, let me count the ways how I’ll get you or how I’ll make you pay.

10. You Can’t Do That, The Beatles I got something to say that might cause you pain. If I catch you talking to that boy again, I’m gonna let you down and leave you flat. Because I told you before, oh you can’t do that.

11. Every Breath You Take, The Police Oh can’t you see, you belong to me. How my poor heart breaks, with every breath you take.

12. When I Was Your Man, Bruno Mars Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance. Take you to every party ’cause all you wanted to do was dance. Now my baby’s dancing but she’s dancing with another man.

13. You Belong with Me, Taylor Swift If you can see I’m the one who understands you. Been here all along so why can’t you see, you belong with me.

14. That’s Him Over There, Nina Simone I guess that you know what extremes I have gone to, to prove that I didn’t care. You were so anxious to meet the dream that I’ve hung onto. Well, that’s him, that’s my Jim, over there.

15. She’s Got You, Patsy Cline I’ve got your class ring that proved you cared. And it still looks the same as when you gave it, dear. The only thing different, the only thing new, I’ve got these little things, she’s got you.

16. Gallery, Mario Vazquez And girl you’re just way too fine. Gotta be treated as one of a kind. Girl use your mind. Don’t be just another dime.

17. Girl Crush, Little Big Town I want to taste her lips. Yeah, ’cause they taste like you.

18. Green is the Colour, Pink Floyd Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned.

19. Jealous Guy, John Lennon I’m sorry that I made you cry. Oh my I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m just a jealous guy.

20. Jessie’s Girl, Rick Springfield I feel so dirty when they start talking cute. I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is probably moot.

21. Satellite of Love, Lou Reed I’ve been told that you’ve been bold with Harry, Mark, and John. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday to Thursday. With Harry, Mark, and John.

22. Who Is He (And What Is He to You?), Bill Withers Now when I add the sum of you and me, I get confused when I keep coming up with three. You’re too much for one man, but not enough for two.

23. If I Lost You, Garbage There are times when I see you talking to other girls, I feel insecure. And every time I see you walking out, I wonder if you’re coming back to me.

24. Jealous (I Ain’t With It) So is it really my fault, I get a shiver when I see you with those other guys.

25. Jealous Again, The Black Crows Stop, understand me. I ain’t afraid of losing face. Stop, understand me. I ain’t afraid of ever losing faith in you.

26. Tell Her No, The Zombies And if she should tell you come closer, and if she tempts you with her charms, tell her no no no no no-no-no-no.

27. Ring the Alarm, Beyoncé Ring the alarm, I been through this too long, but I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm.

28. I (Who Have Nothing), Ben E. King I, I who have no one, must watch you go dancing by, wrapped in the arms of somebody else when, darling, it’s I who loves you.

29. Jealous Hearted Blues, Ma Rainey Going to buy me a bulldog, to watch him while I sleep. Just to keep my man from making his midnight creep. Yes I’m jealous, jealous. Jealous hearted me.

30. Jealousy, Queen Oh jealousy you tripped me up. Jealousy you brought me down. You bring me sorrow you cause me pain. Jealousy when will you let go?

31. Treat You Better, Shawn Mendes I won’t lie to you, I know he’s just not right for you.

32. The Jealous Kind, Joe Cocker It’s just that I’m so afraid someone might steal you away, I’d lose my mind. So please forgive me for the way I act sometimes. I’m the jealous kind.

33. I Want Your Girlfriend to Be My Girlfriend Too, Reel Big Fish There’s a little girl I know, you might know her too. She looks so good, she looks so cute, standin’ next to you. And I don’t know what to do.

34. Silver Springs, Fleetwood Mac Don’t say that she’s pretty, and did you say that she loved you. Baby I don’t want to know.

35. Jealous, Nick Jonas It’s not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect. It’s my right to be hellish. I still get jealous.

36. Before He Cheats, Carrie Underwood Right now, she’s probably up singing some white-trash version of Shania karaoke. Right now, she’s probably saying “I’m drunk” and he’s a-thinking that he’s gonna get lucky.

37. Jealous Lover, Rainbow Shades of red, eyes of green, sees black and white, and there’s no in between.

38. Forgive My Jealousy, Chuck Jackson Forgive this foolish fear that rages inside of me. Oh, I love you so much love has blinded me.

39. Beautiful Liar, Shakira and Beyoncé I walked in on your love scene, slow dancing. You stole everything, how can you say I did you wrong.

40. Pickup Truck, Kings of Leon And in the moonlight I throwed him down, a kicking, screaming, a rolling around. A little piece of a bloody tooth. Just so you know I was thinking of you.

41. Want U Back, Cher Lloyd Remember all the things that you and I did first? And now you’re doing them with her. Remember all the things that you and I did first? You got me, got me like this.

42. Bust Your Windows, Jazmine Sullivan I bust the windows out ya car and no it didn’t mend my broken heart.

43. You Oughta Know, Alanis Morissette Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theater? Does she speak eloquently? And would she have your baby? I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother.

44. Girlfriend, Avril Lavigne She’s like so whatever. You could do so much better. I think we should get together now.

45. Dysentery Gary, Blink 182 Life just sucks, I lost the one. I’m giving up. She found someone. There’s plenty more. Girls are such a drag.

46. Jealousy, Spoon Jealousy, you have never done a thing for me.

47. Endlessly Jealous, Lou Reed Endlessly jealous of you, being endlessly jealous of me. The man that you thought I could be turning red with jealousy.

48. Jealousy, Iggy Pop I feel it comin’ it’s flushin’ my face. I feel it comin’ jealousy baby. I feel it comin’ boilin my blood . I feel it comin’ jealousy baby.

49. Jealousy, Billy Fury I loved you too well. For I doubted you in my heart. My life was hell every moment we were apart. Why did I make that big mistake? I wronged you right from the start.

50. False Accusations, Robert Cray I was so wrong. She’s gone tonight. I was so wrong. I can see her now. And jealousy had twisted me somehow.

51. Suspicious Minds, Elvis Presley We’re caught in a trap. I can’t walk out, because I love you too much, baby.

52. Dark Lady, Cher So I sneaked back and caught her with my man, laughing and kissing till they saw the gun in my hand. The next thing I knew they were dead on the floor. Dark lady would never turn a card up anymore.

53. I Wonder What She’s Doing Tonight, Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart We were so close but we should’ve been closer and it’s making me feel so sad. But I tell myself I didn’t lose her ’cause you can’t lose a friend you never had.

54. Run for Your Life, The Beatles Well I’d rather see you dead, little girl, than to be with another man.

55. My Girl Bill, Jim Stafford Bill, you know we just left her place, and we both know what she said. She doesn’t want to see your face, and she wishes you were dead!

56. He Don’t Love You (Like I Love You), Tony Orlando and Dawn The handsome guy that you’ve been dating, whoa, I got a feelin’ he’s gonna put you down.

57. The Girl is Mine, Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney I don’t understand the way you think, saying that she’s yours not mine. Sending roses and your silly dreams, really just a waste of time.

58. No Reply, The Beatles I nearly died, I nearly died. ‘Cause you walked hand in hand with another man in my place.

59. Him or Me – What’s It Gonna Be, Paul Revere & The Raiders I can still recall when you told me I was all everything you looked for in a man. But I know that it’s not true, I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and I think you’re gonna hang me up again.

60. Jealous, Robert Palmer When I see you with that guy and he catches your pretty eye, yYou know it makes we want to die.

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No I really do mean it l love hearing your explanations/love hearing you talk about Harry 💜🤗

thats so cute wow THANK YOU i love talking about harry so thats great lmao ok well this is gonna be so extra but i wouldnt have reblogged it if i didnt wanna answer them so here goes lmao

#1 Go skydiving with? louis definitely#2 Go bungee cord jumping with? louis again, mostly cause i know he’s into that adrenaline stuff#3 Crash a wedding? harry probably, i just think he’d charm everyone enough that we wouldnt be kicked out#4 Find a famous rock band in the city with? i dont rly understand this question but harry#5 Sneak backstage at your favorite concert with? And what concert? ok im gonna.. go with.. harry again and lets go with kings of leon#6 Go to Vegas with? niall/louis/liam/zayn (if we’re talking ot5) harrys not invited#7 Hunt down your crush with? hold up a mirror to harry styles (ew)#8 Train for a marathon… and run it with? ugh harry #9 Head out without a cell phone with? …harry lmfslhsdakjh i mean at this point hes probably almost there w cellphone life he’s probably gonna be like ed sheeran soon w only his ipad#10 Make a scavenger hunt around town with? louis #11 Throw a dart and take a trip with? And where would you go? harry and i rly wanna go to thailand so thats where hes taking me#12 Backpack across Europe with? ok my first answer was harry but then i thought about how niall did his little backpacking thing and how niall is soooo chill and was able to do it non-bougie so im gonna say niall#13 Hit the thrift shops, put together a crazy outfit, and wear it to the clubs, with? definitely harry, for the thrift shopping alone honestly i dream about going thrifting w him in toronto… #14 Go to Disney with? liam obviously#15 See the seven wonders in one week with? harry (i hate my life)#16 Go camping without a camper with? when 1d went camping who was the most capable? it was hard to tell in this is us lmao i need someone who can start a fire cause im not gr8 at that so whichever of the bunch can do that #17 Try to break a Guinness World Record with? And what would it be? answered#18 Design your own pub crawl with? Describe it! how do you design a pub crawl? im gonna go w niall tho cause he’s like a professional when it comes to pubs#19 Karaoke in a bar that doesn’t have karaoke with? answered#20 Try the polar bear club challenge with? louis just to hear him bitch about it#21 Go streaking with? Where would you do it? harry and does the beach count? im just in the mood for the beach now#22 Sneak into multiple movies with? probably harry cause i feel like we’d have similar taste in movies#23 Go scuba diving with? harry …… #24 Go cliff-diving with? harry……………..#25 Hijack a yoga class with? harry………………#26 Pull an elaborate prank on a different member with? answered#27 Hit the water park with? liam#28 Go skinny dipping with? answered#29 Go roller skating or join a roller derby league with? harry and he has to wear hot pants#30 Unexpectedly head to the beach with? harry #31 Go to a fraternity party long after you graduate with? frats? no thanks#32 Play hooky from work and hang out in your pajamas drinking beer all day with? hooky lol um louis i guess i feel like he’s good at just lounging about all day#33 Go to to spill major tea? answered#34 Go to for terrible advice? TERRIBLE ADVICE? LOL um??? zayn..(he’s trigger happy)#35 Go to to help you decorate your room/house? Why? harry cause i feel like ~similar tastes#36 Get to look after your pet and/or younger sibling? answered#37 Have a three day movie marathon with? harry again#38 Go to if you were in MAJOR trouble? answered#39 To have a real DMC (deep meaningful conversation)? harry def#40 Live without ever meeting? this last QUESTION IS SO MEAN….  …… ……… zayn