#Tina's SI

[sincerely-sofie]

in hindsight Darkrai was kinda lucky he only really had Palkia on his tail, considering Dialga was pretty much incapacitated by the Temporal Tower collapse

considering how similar his goal was to Cyrus', he's REALLY lucky he didn't wind up pissing off a certain third somebody, if you know what i mean...

Yeah the guy is on pretty thin ice with all three of the trio, and if Giratina were around during the events of the game, he’d be well underwater. He’s lucky that she’s tired of putting up with her brothers by the time the plot happens and is taking some time to focus on herself.

[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

liiiiiiiiiiiisten... melodia aia cu macarena de la erika whatever* e ordinara rau din toate punctele de vedere si cu argumente basic luate parca de pe pagina mediocra de insta care se vrea feminista, dar a deranjat gigeii (mireii in cazul ei) asa ca good for her

[ghostlypawn]

twitter recently has been *hardcore theatre fan makes a slight joke about wicked* *random person thinks its serious and spends the night arguing with it*

[entropiasgift]

Federica y Dagmar modern AU/flatmates AU:

[arachine]

NOBODY UNDERSTANDS HOW FUCKING LONG IVE BEEN FIENDING FOR THIS FUCKING FIC LIKE IVE SPENT SECONDS MINUTES DAYS WEEKS MONTHS YEARS DECADES DAYDREAMING ABOUT THIS SHIT IT WAS ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT ON THE TOILET IN THE SHOWER IN BED IN SCHOOL AND NOW IM GONNA BE SO INSUFFERABLE OH MY GODDDDDDJEJJSJNSSJ

thinkin’ about bbf!charlie who uses any and every excuse under the sun to run into you when he’s over the house.

you’d call for your brother to hand you a towel from the shower, and your brother, ever the naive one, thinks nothing of it when charlie so eagerly offers to run it to you. thinks it’s just him being nice, brotherly.

he couldn’t be more wrong. you’d think after years of friendship, years of being attached at the hip, your brother would know everything there is to know about charlie.

but no, he doesn’t. he doesn’t know what charlie does when he’s home alone with just his fist and his imagination. and he doesn’t know who he’s thinking about when he’s got his hands stuffed down his pants, or even whose name he repeats like a mantra—over and over and over again—when he finishes all over himself for the nth time that night.

doesn’t even know that his best friend likes to watch you…doesn’t even know that he’s doing it right now. but he’s got your towel, though. and all he has to do is just accidentally stumble in. just accidentally not hear you when you say you’re indecent. yeah, some best friend he is.

lexi you're actually killijggemememeemem pleasseeee, the charlie renaissance starts now fr, we r about to be the leaders

°͙˒ ⊹ 𝐛𝐛𝐟!𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𖠵 ˖ ࣪

꒰ pairing: charlie walker x fem!reader ꒱

𓂅`˒ warning(s): male masturbation, charlie is lowkey delusional but me too, dirty talk to 'you' but you're not there but plot twist u actually are! (just read this plz.), he whimpers and he tears up 🤝

꒰ overview: charlie knows he shouldn’t be doing this, he's downright pathetic and he's well aware of it, but when he finally catches a moment to steal your panties—well, no point in stopping now, right? ꒱

he’s vile, he has to be—no normal person steals panties from his own bestfriends sister, he’s absolutely pathetic, and yet, he can’t seem to stop. he thinks he’s just too desperate, delusional. he’s sure you’re only so kind to him because he’s your brothers bestfriend, that’s it.

but, you gaze at him longer than one could consider normal, and maybe he is a bit off the hinges, but he can’t be wrong to think you want him, right? nonetheless, he knows he’s perverted for stealing your underwear, and he’s even more sick for breathing in the scent like a starved man, but it’s really, really hard not to.

and when he ‘’accidentally’’ walks in on you when you’re indecent, you act like you expected it—which is impossible, because how would you even know? has he really underestimated just how much you’ve found out about him and his dirty endeavors? (surprise, you have.) and you’ve decided it’s time you switch your roles.

he really decided to risk his own skin and steal your panties once more, and he’s sure he has some type of special spot in hell for stroking his dick in his bestfriends bathroom, like, he really does—but it feels so, so good. the fabric is rubbing deliciously over his cock, and he’s doing this slow fast pattern that leaves literal goosebumps in his goddamn feet.

he can feel he’s about to leave a rather loud noise if he continues, and he doesn’t want to stop because, well he stole a fresh pair and how could he ever, let your panties go to waste? so, he bites his fist and whimpers into his hand instead—god, the things he’d do to be able to touch you, your tits, your ass. he would eat your pussy like it’s the last on earth, he knows he’d be messy but he’s also sure you’d help guide him, tug him by his hair maybe, or even tell him how he’s a good boy.

and, oh fuck, if he goes at this rate he’s going to release all over your panties, smearing them and covering them in his cum. if he were actually paying attention to the sounds outside of the bathroom he’s currently hiding in, then maybe he would’ve noticed how the door opened just the slightest bit, and maybe he’d notice how you were peeking, and how your mouth was open and your pussy was absolutely pulsing at the sight of charlie tugging on his cock with your panties.

‘’oh, oh fuck, fuck yes baby—please—more, nghh.’’ and he’s certain he’s fucked now, there’s absolutely no way you didn’t hear him whimper your name like a pathetic bitch, he’s stroking himself so quickly he’s genuinely afraid he’s gonna hurt himself—but you’re like an addiction, he needs more and more and more. a few more strokes and he’s spurting his cum on your panties, and you feel yourself gasp a bit at the sight, he releases the loudest groan before he does it, and truly, it’s a sight for sore eyes (and ears.)

your heart is beating so quickly you’re afraid even he’ll hear it. you notice he’s about to get up and quickly leave, but in the moment of things you forget to close the fucking door, and charlie may be sometimes dense, but he’s not that stupid. he notices, and he knows it was you, he just does—your brother would probably beat the shit out of him if he found out what his bestfriend thinks about his sister, so the only other choice is you. and he, like the sick bastard he is, feels and finds himself smiling at the thought—maybe he wasn’t as delusional as he thought after all.

@ vulturni 2023

[kasiobite03]

lo q me encanto tanto de bagi ayer es q ella cuando ve una problema consiga la manera de superarlo, y si no puede dice Ok ahorita no, regreso cuando si puedo. por ejemplo, tratando de encontrar la manera de entrar la casa de forever ella primero abrió la mapa y vio donde podia pasar antes de gastar su tiempo corriendo por todo el circulo. o cdo estaba tratando entrar la casa de veg ella se dio cuenta del train pero mejor se fue a avanzar en su viaje. sabe leer la mapa. aprendió usar el train. usa el waystone. usa una cubeta de chocolate para escapar de hoyos, son momentos chiquitos pero aun expresan su inteligencia y habilidades.... creo q estoy enamorada ....💞

[letterstotheflre]

i was listening to maathp and started feeling excited bc i imagined myself listening to the intro of eras tour and then i started to cry

[wotunciba]

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[entropiasgift]

Mi headcanon de Aleria mientras le revientan el templo y le parten a los paladines en dos:

Están partiendo palaDINES EN DOS EN EL TEMA DE LOS DRAGONES AHORA SÍ SE VAN A MORIR TODOS

[perfectly-m1saligned]

K!nktober day 6

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day 6: reunion sex. You can find all the stories on my Wattpad as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

(Boyfriend!Simon) (Jealous!Simon)

cw: oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampied

word count: 2680

a/n: later post than usual, spent the day with my boyfriend so I didn't have much time to write

68 days, 9 hours and 23 minutes, that’s how long Simon had been away for. Not the first deployment he’d been on since you started dating, but definitely the longest. Days seemed never ending, your nerves wrecked by your concern for him, restless nights spent in your shared bed, holding one of his t-shirts to your chest, in vain hopes that his scent would soothe you enough to allow Morpheus to take you in his arms. Sure, you still went on about your days, keeping yourself busier than usual, staying overtime at work, dreading coming to an empty home; it just didn't feel the same

The first week was fine: you had your space, more privacy - Simon was surprisingly very similar to a velcro dog whenever he was home - and you spent that time pampering yourself. The second week was a little lonelier, you started to miss Simon more, not hearing from him, and having no one to talk about your day to when you came back from work. By the end of the first month, you had less energy, not as motivated to go on about your day, always under the weather. Your friends forced you to go out with them, take your mind off him, but it wasn’t easy to not be worried when you knew your boyfriend was in bumfuck nowhere, on the other side of the world, and you weren’t able to receive any updates about his condition.

You didn’t know when he was coming back, every detail about this operation of his being highly classified. You understood why many people in his field decided to never have families, and you had so much respect for those army wives, so devoted to their hero husbands, who somehow managed to not have a psychotic meltdown every time they left. Either way, the joy of having them back was unmatched.

It was a rainy night, the kind of night that makes you want to cocoon yourself in blankets with some warm tea and do nothing. Something on Netflix played on the TV, the heat from your mug of tea making the warmth seep through your skin and soothe your muscles. Suddenly, the screen of your phone lit up, an unknown number appearing on the screen. You hesitated, but ultimately decided to slide your thumb over the screen, bringing it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, lovie,” a familiar voice greeted from the other side. “I know this isn’t exactly the most romantic way to announce that I’m back, but it’s raining bloody cats and dogs ‘ere, so the buses home were cancelled. I ever had some flowers for you, those blue ones you like, but they got drenched, the bloody things.”

You clamped a hand over your mouth, chuckling at his words as you suppressed a sob. He was back, and the joy you felt was unmatched. “Damn storm, eh?” You tried to jest, blinking away the tears. “Don’t worry, Si. I’m on my w- why are you calling me from a public phone?” You asked, getting up from the couch to fetch your shoes. “Er…I might have gotten a little…agitated, when they announced that all buses were going to be cancelled. But a very sweet lady- Marjorie, yeah?” You heard him ask the most likely 80-something years old next to him. “Yes, so, Marjorie here gave me her phone so I could call my very beautiful girlfriend.” You snorted a laugh, shaking your head. “Does Marjorie need a lift?” You asked, grabbing the car keys and your purse. “Oh no, her son-” A pause. “Benjamin is coming to get her. Drive safe, baby, it’s not like I can go anywhere.”

The drive was surprisingly short, since no one in their right mind was trying to drive in the storm, especially not this late at night. Once you got to the bus station, you saw a, very tall, familiar head of dirty blonde hair, and that damned scarred smile you had fallen in love with. The moment Simon had climbed inside the car and threw his duffle bag in the backseat, you just couldn’t hold back tears anymore. “Hey ba- woah, woah, easy there, girl.” Simon chuckled, encircling your waist with one strong arm when you basically threw yourself over the central console to hug him. Sobs wrecked through your ribcage, your tears quickly soaking up the collar of his t-shirt. “I missed you so much!” You cried out, your broken voice muffled by the skin of his neck, your face buried in its crook. “I was so worried, I didn’t hear a thing from you, I was always nauseous, I-”

His warm and soft lips soothed your nervous rambling, his large hand cradling your face, rugged skin holding you with unexpected tenderness. You immediately relaxed into the kiss, finally feeling his familiar taste after so much time. His thumb stroked your cheek, keeping the kiss going for another few seconds before he pulled back and left a chaste peck on the crown of your head. “Hey,” he whispered, voice smooth like honey. “I’m back, okay? All in one piece. And I missed you so fucking much, y/n.” He kissed you again, and the sweet moan that rose in your throat made him groan. “And I really, really need you to drive us home as fast as you can so I can properly show you how much I’ve missed you.”

When you crossed the threshold to the lobby, Jackson, a new guy that had moved into your apartment complex just a month ago, raised his hand to say hello as he was grabbing his mail. “Hey, y/n-” His face fell the moment your 6’4”, 250+lbs, totally not jealous boyfriend appeared behind you, a steely glare in his deep brown eyes. “Jackson!” You greeted back, a wide smile on your face. “This is Simon, you know I’ve told you about him. I just picked him up from the bus station, he just came back from his deployment.” Jackson looked pale, and like he was very much going to pee his pants. “H-Hi…”

“Good evening.” The saccharine grin on Simon’s face betrayed the death threat in his voice, and Jackson quickly scurried away up the stairs. “Do I need to ask who the fuck is that?” Simon asked with a raised eyebrow, peering down at you. “Nobody, really,” you scoffed dismissively, punching the button up for the lift. “Jackson moved in a month ago, he lives in Mrs. Robinson’s old apartment. He helped me unload the groceries a couple times, he’s alright.” Nothing but a low rumble came out of Simon, as the two of you stepped into the elevator.

“Another man was in my house?” Simon asked, a menacing hint in his voice as he leaned forward, closing the height difference between you and him. You stared up at him, wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word. “Another man touched what’s mine?” He asked again. “N-No, Simon, I-” He clicked his tongue, his lips now a breath above yours. “Looks like I was away for too long, and you need to be reminded of who you belong to.” The moment the doors opened, a squeak left your lips when he picked you up effortlessly, hoisting you up on his shoulder like a caveman and carrying the two of you down the corridor.

He retrieved the keys to your flat from the back pocket of your jeans, the lock clicking open. Simon tossed his bag on the ground, still holding you, then made a beeline for the bedroom. “S-Simon, I can explain,” you kept repeating, your voice nervous and high-pitched, knowing what was about to come. You groaned, the air being kicked out of your lungs when your back hit the mattress, Simon’s body immediately following after, the bed dipping under his weight as he snaked between your thighs. “Oh, darling, I think this reunion is going to be the perfect opportunity for you to remember who’s boss here.” He purred, planting his palms flat on the bedsheets on either side of your head, claiming your lips in a searing kiss, definitely more aggressive than the sweet one you’d shared in the car.

His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of your jeans, hastily sliding them down your smooth legs, smiling against your lips when you released a shaky whimper. “Calm down, pretty girl,” he whispered, a hand creeping under your t-shirt, cupping your breast through your bra. “Just make sure to scream my name extra loud tonight, yeah? I think Jackson needs to know who’s the only one that can fuck you.” His fingers pulled down your bra cup, warm thumb sliding over your sensitive nipple. “And I fuck you pretty fucking good.”

You were pretty much sure that you were drenched by now, the sight of Simon being jealous doing something to you that you couldn’t quite explain to yourself. “I missed my jealous bastard.” You quipped, lifting your head up a couple inches away from the pillow to steal a quick kiss. “Not jealous,” he corrected sternly. “It’s called being territorial, because you’re fucking mine.” You smiled, cupping his face with both hands. “Just yours, Simon,” you murmured reassuringly. “And I wasn’t the only one who missed you.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a moan leaving your lips when he collected your panties on one side, sliding a finger between your slick folds. “Mhm,” he hummed. “I can tell. Don’t worry baby, we’re gonna take very good care of her too.” Simon climbed off the bed to undress, and you quickly stripped out of your t-shirt and undergarments. When he crawled back onto the bed, he hoisted your thighs on his broad shoulders, letting your legs hang off his back. “It’s so good to be back.” He purred before he dove in, his flat tongue lapping up at your weeping hole, drinking you like a man finding an oasis in the desert. The sweetest sounds of pleasure fell from your lips, while Simon produced the most obscene ones from between your thighs, stretching your weeping hole with two long digits, pumping his fingers in your needy cunt as he sucked on your engorged clit.

You were tugging at his hair, a squirming mess wiggling about on the bed as you pulled him down on you one second, then tried to push him away the other, the stimulation making you go crazy, reducing you to a babbling, pathetic little thing. His strong hands were secured on the back of your thighs, firmly keeping you in place and restricting you from any unwanted movements. You were rotating between “Simon”, “oh fuck”, and “right there” every other second, and Simon drank in your needy moans like he did the juices leaking from your sweet, soft pussy. He only stopped when you unravelled around him, an orgasm wrecking through you and leaving you breathless.

He raised his hand, sporting a victorious grin, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal, looking prouder than ever. “Such a good girl.” He purred, giving you one last kiss before propping himself up on his elbows and pushing himself off the bed, only to position himself back between your legs. You saw him spit down on his hand, before he started to slowly stroke his length, his fat cock ready to ruin you, already oozing with precum and twitching in anticipation. “What-” you tried to say. “What?” Simon cooed. “Just because you already came once doesn’t mean we aren’t finished, love. Plus-” he teased your entrance with his tip. “We’re just getting started.”

Inch after inch, his heavy cock stretched your soaked hole, collecting your recent release onto his length, a growl rumbling deep in Simon’s chest as your walls clenched around him, adjusting back to his size after months of distance. “Oh, Simon…fuuuuck…” you cried out, slim fingers fisting the pristine bed sheets as he buried himself deep inside you, now kissing shy of your cervix, balls tickling your ass. “That’s it,” he moaned. “That’s the good girl I’ve missed, y/n. You still take me so fucking good.” He slid a hand under your head, cradling it as he captured your lips in a feverish kiss, tongue delving deep into your mouth, exploring its familiar warmth.

You clawed at his back the moment he started to pump his hips, leaving red crescents on his already scarred skin, legs wrapped tight around his waist, heels pressing down on the back of his thighs, keeping him deep within your gummy walls.

“I…f-fuck, I’ve missed you.” You cried out against his lips, chest heaving with ragged breaths as he thrust with purpose, soft, guttural moans arising from his throat. “What about that Jackson guy?” He growled, his teeth catching your hoop earring and gently tugging at it. “I’m sure he would’ve loved to ease your concerns, hm?” In a different circumstance, you would’ve rolled your eyes at his words, but his cock punishing your cervix was making it kinda hard to be annoyed at him right now. “N- I would’ve never-”

“I know you would never, baby,” he reassured you, although his deep strokes said otherwise. “But I think he needs to understand that you-” A hard thrust. “Are.” Another. “Mine.” And another. His words were punctuated by his harsh thrusts and your screams, and you were pretty sure you had drawn blood, nails digging into his back, making him hiss. “S-Simon, please…” You pleaded, hot tears lining your eyes, heat quickly coiling back up in your stomach from the overstimulation.

Simon pulled out, a sigh of relief leaving your lips before he grabbed you by your waist, manhandling you as he flipped you on your stomach, lifting your hips up to put you in doggy before he lined himself back, pushing into your weeping, sensitive hole once again, stripping another cry out of you. A big hand splayed onto your lower back kept you pinned to the bed, the bed sheets grazing your nipples, the friction adding up to the stimulation, making you roll your eyes back into your skull. You buried your face in the pillow, biting down on it to muffle your screams. Simon pressed his chest to your back, reaching under you to circle your swollen clit with his forefinger, making your screams raise in volume. “Hush, Hush, baby…” he whispered, his breathing laboured. “Come on…I know you can do it, just one more for me, yeah? I know you can take it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock, y/n, be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

His goading words were your undoing, your squirt coating his lower abdomen as you came one more time, screaming out Simon’s name like a prayer, hot tears lining your cheeks as the overwhelming orgasm crashed through you like a merciless, powerful wave. Your walls squeezed him so tight Simon met his release as well, hot cum spurting out of him in thick ropes as he unloaded himself inside of you. His hips stuttered from the sheer force of it, and he gulped, breathing heavily as you both rode out your high.

You were completely wrecked, flat on your stomach, feeling your mixed juices leak out of your hole once Simon had unsheathed himself. He quickly ran to the bathroom, dampening a towel under some lukewarm water, coming right back to the bedroom to clean you up, his touch surprisingly tender after the rough session. When you were all nice and clean, he climbed back onto the bed, putting a strong arm over your limp, and spent body to pull you into his side. He gently manoeuvred you so he was spooning you, nuzzling his nose into your hair, pressing it to the nape of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, mixed with sweat and after sex pheromones.

You cuddled up to his chest, a tired hum leaving your lips, your eyelids feeling impossibly heavy. “That was…that was some reunion.” You said, your voice weak and feeble. Simon chuckled, kissing your warm skin. “Told you I had to properly show you how much I had missed you, baby,” he said. “And I’m on leave for the next three weeks. I’m not done with you yet.”

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not translate or share on this or any other platforms without credit•

[eggsnatcheskneecaps]

Hi Bucharest and Ilfov (and other close by locations) based Romanians!

People are planning everyday protests against Călin Georgescu from 19:00 at Universitate.

If you can, go.

The police has been civil and cooperative as far as I've heard, even removing somebody who showed up with a Bible.

Update:

Update 2:

"‼️Mesaj de maxima importanta‼️

Se apropie ora 19:00, ne vedem din nou la TNB‼️

S-au vehiculat informatii cum ca nu se mai tine manifestul, acestea sunt eronate!! Ne vom strange in fiecare zi pana la alegeri, see you there‼️

Acesta NU este un protest, este un manifest pentru democrație, un manifest pentru informarea cetatenilor despre cat de nociv pentru societate este un regim fascist!

ACESTA ESTE UN MANIFEST:

1. PASNIC! Tot ce vrem este sa ne spunem nemultumirile, exista toleranta 0 pentru orice fel de agresiune!

2. FARA ORGANIZATOR! Nu avem pe cineva care ne repezinta, asta spuneti de cate ori vorbiti cu politia sau presa, oamneii pur si simplu au iesit in strada.

3. CARE NU ATACA O PERSOANA ANUME! Nu suntem acolo ca sa defaimam pe cineva, luptam impotriva unei ideologii politice pentru o societate democratica si ATAT!

dar!!

- "nu exista organizator" oricand vb cu presa sau politie

- if police violence, fie ne strangem toți armloc, fie dispersare daca dau cu gaze, but fyi they were really nice, they work by order and the order is to protect us din ce pare.

-nu-i lasam sa ne disloce. (worst case scenario)

- for extra safety puteti purta masti daca nu vreti sa va apara fata

- legat de legionari care sa se tina dupa noi, sa comita acte de violenta: avem niste contacte ig working on it

- incercati sa lay low inainte si dupa, pancarte insemne ca sa nu fiti usor de reperat and stick to places cu jandarmi and most importantly impreuna.

- be aware of ur surroundings, nu lsati oameni sa mearga singuri cu politia, filmati daca e ceva.

- again "theres no organiser", "s-a spus la protest sa venim azi"

- daca vreti sa reprezentati studenti si sa fie asta un statement puteti sa va organizati niste pancarte si sa stick together as a group.

- being aware of ur surroundings also means sa verificati cat de cat oamenii din jur, daca chantuiesc, cum se comporta, cum arata mici simboluri whatever sau semne care fac sa para ca cineva nu e de acord cu ce se jntampla/ vrea sa disturbe protestul.

- daca vedeti ceva dubios sau se intampla langa voi anuntati jandarmeria/people u trust

Pentru cine doreste sa participe astazi la manifestare acestea sunt reguli bune de urmat pentru a fi in siguranță si scopul manifestării"

Please refer to this document for a list of chants during the protest:

Would appreciate if people reblog this version instead

[pixiecaps]

im goging to cry tina doing duolingo spanish practice and saying words and pili repeating the words saying si si im gogigng g to bite sometjing

[entropiasgift]

Uy, no me tires de la lengua que puedo hablar durante horas de como Tina es definitivamente una swiftie y su relación parasocial con Aleria es parecidísima a la que tendría con Taylor, he dicho.

Catherine, Called Birdy (2022)

[vintagebiker43]

Quelli che potrebbero salvare la scuola ma si ritrovano un ministro come Valditara.

[hbojoel]

PLEASE write something for richie jerimovich maybe you’re carmys sister and you all work at the beef 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ANON i am overjoyed at this request. thank you so much for being my first ask and my first official post on here!!!

18+ for some elusions to sex

word count: 1.3k

pairing: richie jerimovich x f!reader (only gendered term used is sister)

Nat never wanted you in the restaurant.

Even after re-opening, the name change, the renovation–it was still something she wanted you separate from. Protected from. It was the start and end of many fights.

And you still found a way to weasel in.

Family, prep, hands; it didn't matter, but you were eager to help. To be useful. It mattered to your brother and sister, and that meant it mattered to you.

There's a shout of corner! as you walk through the swinging door. Tina's the first to see you, chopping onions with a quickness you'd never been able to master. You put in the hours, you learned the techniques, it was just something about a knife you couldn't get down. Or maybe it was the tears that sprung to your eyes no matter how many times you'd practiced. 

"Hi, baby," Tina smiles and tilts her cheek to you so you can kiss it. "Jeff is in the office, Nat's... you saw Nat, si?"

"Si, T, thank you."

Nat was in the front of house, fidgeting with the plate settings and rolled-up napkins. It must be pregnancy hormones or something because she's only gotten more nit-picky and everyone's noticing it.

Syd and Marcus greet you as you walk past them, in search of something you can't seem to find.

You peek your head in the walk-in. Nope.

Rap your knuckles against the open office door, nodding to Carmy on the phone, finding the room empty apart from him. You mouth his name but Carm's never been that good at lip-reading, so it's a benign effort. 

You push the back door open and spot him by the dumpster smoking a cigarette. 

Bingo.

"Psst," you say as you walk over to him slowly. 

He looks up at you through a cloud of smoke that doesn't hide his grimace as well as he thinks it does.

"Whadda ya doin' here? I told you to stay home. Never fuckin' listen." 

You steal the cigarette from between his fingers and wiggle it above him, grinning like the cat who got the cream.

"Not the boss of me." You quirk a brow.

Richie gets up off his feet. You instinctually back up to get a better look at his face, but he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you in place. You're craning your neck to look him in the eye, but you don't back down. You'll never hear the end of it if you do.

"Not the boss, huh?" This close, you can taste the smoke on his breath, puffing in the cold of autumn.

You bounce on your heels just slightly. "Nope," popping the P. "Not on the papers."

"You don't fuckin–" He puts distance between the two of you to throw his hands up in exasperation, "you don't even work here!"

Biting back your smile, barely, you say, "I'm family."

"Oh, you little shit," he says, and then he's on you, lifting you up and carrying you til your back hits the cold metal of his car. "Brat."

It's not exactly a secret that the two of you are an item, but there hasn't been a public announcement either. Richie had come a long way–a long way–from who he used to be, but Carmy remembered, and Sugar remembered, and that was a lot to have hanging over your head when it turned out he wanted their little sister. 

So the two of you are cautious. Never at work, which is part of the reason you shouldn't be here, part of the reason RIchie's all riled up in the first place.

He'd told you to stay at his place, promising he'd be back before dinner. That was at seven, and who's to say if you heard him correctly, in your sleep-addled state. You'll blame it on that. 

Richie's apartment was nice–he'd eaten you out on that kitchen island more times than you can count–but it was lonely. And you missed him. And maybe you had to walk or Uber your way there, and maybe he wasn't so happy with you in the streets of Chicago by yourself, and maybe it was an unspoken rule.

And maybe you had just broken it by showing up here.

"Sorry," you whisper, and kiss away any protests forming on his tongue.

He lets you, for a while, only because he missed you, too. He rubs his hands up and down your back, sure that you must be freezing in the thin pants you're in on the unforgiving cold of the trunk of his car. He pulls back and you follow his mouth blindly.

"Sweetheart."

"What?" You whine.

Richie huffs a laugh.

"You're not s'posed to be here." He cards a hand gently through your hair.

You shrug your shoulders petulantly, not meeting his eyes now. "Missed you."

Richie makes a sound like he's in pain, and then he cups your face in his hand and squeezes your cheeks together gently, like he has that cuteness-aggression thing Marcus was telling him about a while ago. You're too sweet for him.

"I missed you, too," he whispers, releasing your face to smooth back your hair and press a kiss to your forehead. "I'm in the middle of one thing and then we can go home, okay?"

You nod slowly, leaning your head into his chest. 

Richie smiles to himself. "That means you gotta get up, baby." He slaps what he can reach of your ass lightly. 

You shake your head against his heartbeat. "Carry me?"

Richie's heart hurts with how much he adores you. He might just get down on one knee right there. He picks you up and calls you baby in a scolding voice instead. If you mind, you don't make an effort to show it.

He stops and sets you gently on your feet after the short distance and opens the passenger door for you, watching as you plop down into the seat unceremoniously. 

Just five minutes. He could finish in just five minutes, and then he can take you home.

"Okay," he starts, bends down to kiss your forehead again, and you lift your head expectantly for a goodbye kiss. He gives you one. "Five minutes and I'm out, got it? I'll get you a Sprite if you want it, and then I'm all yours." 

You look up at him grinning, open-mouthed, and nod. "Keys?"

Richie pats the pockets of his jeans. "Keys, keys... they're in my locker, give me two seconds, baby, so you don't freeze out here." The car reverberates with the force of him shutting the door as he jogs back inside the Beef.

"Whatchu up to, papa?" Tina calls from the kitchen. 

"Keys," Richie shouts back, "gotta take the baby home."

Tina's behind him in record time, watching him turn his locker inside-out in his search. "Taking your girl home, huh?"

"Oh, shut up." Richie turns to face her and finds a shit-eating grin staring right at him.

"Careful, Jeff," she says as she walks away, "you'll get yourself in trouble."

Richie rolls his eyes, pockets his keys, and walks back out to you.

You open the door for him again, and he drops the keys in your lap. 

"All good?" 

"All good except Tina fuckin' knows." 

You laugh before you realize you're doing it. Richie is not so amused.

"What, that's funny? I gotta hear it at work now all 'cause you got lonely?" 

You reach your hand up and into the pocket of his leather jacket. "Everyone knows, Richie. It's okay. Go and hurry up, I'm cold."

"Shit," he swears. "Here." His jacket is draped across your shoulders and now it's him shivering, and you would protest, but it would be fruitless. Richie would get frostbite before he let you catch a cold.

One last kiss is dropped on your forehead in lieu of a goodbye. "Five minutes and I'll be back, okay?"

"Okay," you nod, hand on the door, even though Richie's already pushing it shut. "I'll time you."