#figured i'd make a starter for this

[mcflymemes]

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[3katanas]

@accordedxneutralxterritory liked for a starter!

He'd heard of this Inn. It was a legend almost among many in the East Blue and perhaps all of the seas. An Inn that offered entirely neutral grounds, thus a safe haven for any that where looking for a place to rest. Where it didn't matter who you were or where you'd come from as long as you followed the one main rule. No fighting.

And after weeks of being chased by marines, he was in the mood for a good long uninterrupted nap. Even he could admit when he needed rest after all. His body aching from the over-exertion he'd put it through.

Following the rest of the crew into the Inn he shifted course as Nami and Usopp headed towards the main counter. Opting instead to all but collapse into a couch near the main fireplace. The heat from the flames a perfect balance of flickering warmth that already had him wanting to lean back to close his eyes and just sleep.

A fact that had his body melting into the soft cushions as he shifted his swords at his side for more comfort. Unbuckling them and holding them across his chest as he let his head fall back. Waiting for the others to figure out the room situation.

[h3artf3ltint3nt]

Open Starter

Something like this hadn't happened to her in a while, but this time it came on quickly. One moment she was helping Zonghui and the others to fight a powerful yao they'd been tracking and then one of her shīxīngdì had gotten injured. It wasn't a qi deviation by any means, but the way he fell to one knee and caught himself on his saber with blood at the corner of his lips was far too reminiscent of Míngjué's final qi deviation. Normally it wouldn't come on that easily if she were able to just breathe through it for a moment. But the search for this beast had been an exhaustive one so she wasn't mentally in the best state at the moment. Pair that with not really having that moment to breathe, and it really made sense.

She stumbled back a bit as her heart thundered and her breath caught in her throat. The current scene took on the appearance of that night in her mind and she could barely keep a grip on her saber. Distantly she could make out a voice that sounded like it was calling her name but the haze was suffocating. She had to escape that haze, so she tried to latch onto that voice. Very slowly she started to make her way through it, until her vision at last cleared and she could make out a face. She couldn't speak, her heart was still far too fast, and her breaths were rather shallow. But she slowly started to get feeling back into her limbs and to get air more easily into her lungs. And, was she crying? She gripped the fabric of their robes tightly, just to have something solid to ground her. It was a wonder that she managed to not burst into sobs against their chest.

[innocencel0st]

@lettherebemonsters liked for a starter

Mismatched eyes watched him from The Kissing Booth. It was difficult to keep the shock off of her face. Of all the people she could've seen in the carnival, she'd never expected him. Her expressions gave away her thoughts, the corner of her lip pulling back in a silent sneer.

[scoredandstoried]

Location: Faux Folie Status: Open

If it had been a year ago, Oz would've been in the middle of that fucking ring. Digging in nails, grabbing at necks. Small and quick and tripping peoples' feet from under them. He would've obliterated them. So he's angry. Not at anyone in particular, just... pissed. He knows there's a roster of combatants, so he stays upstairs for a bit. Gets another drink, and parks his wheelchair out where he can smoke another cigarette. Get some air. "Got anything stronger?" He dares to ask, looking at the flimsy cig between his fingers tiredly. "Or a gun?"

[sevicia]

I wanted to make a cleaner summary of last week's classes and also review the classes I have this week since the material is already uploaded beforehand but I was feeling so horrible throughout the day that when I sat down I was just gonna look at the ones for tomorrow but I think I'm just gonna go to bed because I just gave my little numbers game a few tries and not even the joy of tribial elementary school-level math games is bringing my brain cells and/or full sentience back

[yukikorogashi]

A PART OF HER WAS DEFINITELY NERVOUS, but she knew proper feedback would help her so, SO MUCH in the long run. For as much as she appreciated all the love and support that the other villagers would give her... it was almost as if she could do no wrong in their eyes. And honestly, it dismayed her as time went on, especially when she actually wanted some proper advice for something.

And so she had been THRILLED, when they had offered to actually watch her sing and dance. The little girl having eventually shared her little dream of singing and performing to her guest that day. Whilst they chatted and ate a humble yet delicious meal of rice and stew at her little home... A simple conversation of one another's' going ons would somehow lead to this, and honestly Itsuki couldn't be happier at this rare opportunity!

Needless to say, there was most certainly A LOT that she would have to work and improve on. With the little one's SINGING going OFF-KEY more than handful of times, and her DANCING being almost NO DIFFERENT to how she ran and FOUGHT ON THE BATTLEFIELD itself... Needless to say, she was anything but graceful.

... but that was why she needed their honest opinion! And suggestions on what she can do after this to make it all better! Itsuki had been working on all of this all on her very own, and had little to no aid, save for a few stray songs and performances she'd been so lucky to hear or watch of others...

Ending her musical number in a little TADA! pose, Itsuki was noticeably out of breath by the end of it. Already quietly noting to herself that she would take off her arm and leg guards BEFORE performing next time. And as beads of sweat rolled down the sides of her flushed face, Itsuki couldn't help but beam with pride. Proud that she had FINALLY tried out this very special little thing of hers that she had planned for quite some time-- to someone who would be honest with her.

"S-So... whadya think? An' be honest, now!"

[joyfcll]

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ now that riley had made amends with her friends , and hockey camp was coming to a crawling close , joy watched the memories filter their way to LONG-TERM , and even she couldn't help but sigh in relief that the worst had passed , and the best was yet to come. the sense of self glimmered and glowed as their little girl drifted off to sleep , and soon enough : the other emotions were headed off to wind down too. they needed to be up bright and early for pick up with mom and dad , after all !

❝  oh ! hey , anger — d'ya think you could wait up a minute? ❞ she asked , tapping the red emotion on the shoulder. ❝  i just wanted to thank you for yesterday. or , yknow , now the day-before-yesterday — apples , bananas ; potato patat-o - ❞ she snickered and shook her head. ❝  but i really mean it. riley would be lost without you. ❞

@spxcemuses / anger !

[amischiefofmuses]

Eddie || Open Starter || Mutuals Only

Eddie's been on high alert since running from Reefer Rick's place, seeing another horrific death play out right in front of him was bad enough but now he can be sure the town is out for his blood. He'll be blamed for that one at the boathouse too, he figures, and for the first time in a while he's regretting accepting his place as the outcast. It had become a point of pride over the years, unsettling the townsfolk for his own amusement had seemed like harmless fun but look where that's got him now. If only he'd been more normal- If only he'd just taken a normal job- If- If- If- The spiralling thoughts are cut short as he hears movement through the trees, making him duck down into a patch of bushes while holding his breath, praying to any deity who might listen in hopes he won't be spotted. Sure, he can run but he doesn't know how much more he has in him and if he's caught? Well, he's pretty sure the police will be the least of his problem. The townsfolk are out for his blood and he has no reasonable explanation for what had happened.

[wntrflln]

"  got  kicked  in  the  shoulder ,  no  big  deal ,  “  kieran  spoke  through  a  cloud  of  smoke .  it  hurt  like  a  bitch  but  it  wasn’t  anything  she  couldn’t  handle .  “  here ,  “  she  hummed,  extending  the  joint  out  to  the  other .  “  plenty  to  go  around . “ 

[rosavulpes]

" Yes ... Yes , it might have very well been that . Apologies . I assure you that I'll be back in to work first thing in the morning tomorrow to compensate for anything I'll have missed for today . Yes ma'am , I'll be sure to head home immediately to get some proper rest . Please pass along my best to everyone else there and my sincerest apologies for any inconveniences . Thank you , goodbye "

Ending the call with his supervisor at the Alchemy Commission . Laying his phone to rest within his hand basket next to his books . Shuichi kept his tone even as he spoke , his tone of voice calm , composure relaxed as he seemingly walked about the streets of the Xianzhou Luofu without a proper destination in mind with a hand basket in tow .

While he'd originally planned to spend the majority of his day in the Alchemy Commission to both further his studies , and to continue his work . His plans had changed the moment that he'd begun to feel her eyes burrowing into his back no matter how often he'd attempted to throw her off his course .

Blending himself in within the moving crowds of people , even other foxians in case she was making use of his distinctive physical features to spot him out from the others , taking what he knew to be the " long " ways of getting around the Luofu that required a number of turns , and twists to see if he might cause her to make a mistake in her pursuit . As well as to verify ... if he was her point of interest or it if was perhaps was purely coincidental . The latter becoming more unlikely as her presence persisted , his ears registering the sound of her heels clacking against the stone tiles of the walkways underneath them as she both kept pace , and her distance from him . Though he willed them to remain still , not at all twitching or remaining too stiff to suggest that he was aware of her .

Remaining aloof yet remained his best defense for the time being .

When he'd first spotted her , he'd not made a show of it , albeit ... he'd recognized her face almost instantly . It was hard not to . While it wasn't often that wanted posters from the IPC flashed on holographic displays aboard the Luofu . The Stellaron Hunters were far more than just the run of the mill typical criminals . A soft smile , and a small wave as he walked past her . Nothing different than what any another resident of the Luofu would offer to anyone that could be considered a tourist or " guest " aboard the Luofu .

Shuichi had even gone as far as to deliberately avoid taking any pathways that might put him within the range of attention of any Cloud Knight Soldiers as they policed the streets they walked in case it would prompt her to take action if she suspected he'd caught on to her ... but still , she continued to follow .

At this point , there was no doubt in his mind that the stellaron hunter was intentionally seeking him out . Therefore , he had no intentions of leading her to his place of study within the Alchemy Commission if was her aim to use him for information , or anywhere near his home ... which was why as he boarded a nearby large passenger star skiff , it's destination bound towards another district aboard the Luofu . Far away from anyone he knew , he'd taken out his wallet , passed along an appropriate amount of strale to ensure he'd be given a private booth .

A smile given to the staff as his ticket was given , and he found his way to his booth aboard the large passenger starskiff . A sizeable space with enough space for at least four passengers to sit in with overhead bins to store valuables , and other carry on luggage such as handbags .

Taking his seat , setting his basket down beside his tail , the foxian removed his sun hat , pulling out one of his text books from his basket and beginning to read from where he'd left off during the night before . Thankfully , given his tendencies to stay far longer past his set shifts at the Alchemy Commission to ensure he was no longer needed as opposed to being required to be there , coming up with a believable excuse as for why he couldn't report in for today had been quite easy .

While he didn't like the idea of inhabiting an area where others might potentially come to harm depending on how the situation unfolds , it was also best to depart from any areas that may contain cycranes . Both the visible that carried cargo to and fro ... as well as the unseen ones .

Now ? Now all that he would do , would be to wait ... wait and see what next steps Kafka decided to take .

@grislyintentions

[fearhaunts]

"yeah, well, if you look right here, it says you're a bitch." he's closing the book as he says this and folds his arms across his chest with a sigh. "what do you want? i was trying to work." deadlines are a thing, you know. he's got a book to finish and he is his father's son.

[umbradevore]

@buildabuddha​

There was a moment of pause as he just remained silent. If his eyes could been seen, the entity might be twitching one of the eyes a bit. Hatred was a strong emotion, but what he felt was not that. What he felt was a form of disgust that formed into a heavy mental denial of what he was looking at.

This was a machine his lenses stared it, worse this thing was sentient. History of how his kind dealt with thing was akin to be traumatic. As if being in a world where machines were treated as people suddenly brought back old mental wounds. As if the eons old hate was still fresh.

“No. A machine with a sense of philosophy? A damning thing, a real damning thing indeed.” HIs job was meant to not cause issues with a local population, but something about what he saw just snapped him away from his prime directives.

[fstbmp-a]

"Mhm, mhm, yep." Olympia nods a few times, arms crossed and eyes shut as if she were absorbing all the information just given to her. ..Before she lets out a breathy chuckle and rubs the back of her neck.

"Can y' run that by me again? Maybe, uh, a bit simpler this time? Kinda spaced, sorry."

[auroreliis]

Honestly if I was batsis I'd pretend to have a crush on the batboys close friends(excluding Damian because he and Jon are still babies) just to annoy them. Jason bring Roy over? Suddenly I'm very interested in his tattoo's and I want to know all about archery. I catch kon in the kitchen in Tim? Suddenly i'm very into the conversation they're having and am making eye contact a lot with Kon. I feel liked they'd do something like this; Batsis: You know I really like your tattoos. Roy: Oh thanks. Jason: ... You gotta go, like, now. Roy: What-

Brilliant, anon!! What a great idea!! This was very fun to write :)

(don't mind the spelling mistakes please lol. i am tired out of my mind)

For starters, when Bruce first introduced the members of the Justice League to you (it took a lot of convincing), you just couldn’t help but flirt with them.

I mean, just LOOK at Aquaman. The moment you laid your eyes on him, you felt a spark. He hadn’t noticed you staring, but surely he had felt it too. Bruce, however, had noticed you staring. He didn’t seem particularly amused, almost as though he saw you daydreaming about your wedding with Aquaman. Just when you were making your way over to them, Bruce scowled and swiftly led Aquaman away. After that, you never saw him ever again…

Or that one time when Green Lantern came over. Wow. What a man. You didn’t waste a second walking up to him and introducing yourself. The giggles you were suppressing nearly slipped out after you saw Bruce’s eye twitch. Green Lantern entertained your advances, though you knew he wasn’t interested in you. Whenever Bruce started with his, “Hal. We should leave”, you would always interrupt him with more questions directed at Hal.

“So…do you like pasta? I’m actually really good at making it. You should come over, you know? I could treat you!” You all but winked at him.

Hal found it very interesting, don’t get him wrong, he thought you were very funny, but when Bruce is standing right there beside him, he felt…intimidated. So intimidated, in fact, that he can barely reply to your questions.

“Oh…um…” he nervously glanced at Bruce. “Green. You know what, kid? Your father and I have some business to attend to…so…see you next time. Good luck with the um…yeah, never mind.”

Hal sped off, leaving you and Bruce alone. You had been in the mood to laugh until your father turned to you with a serious expression. Suddenly you weren’t in the mood to laugh anymore. To put it simply, it was a clear warning: Don’t do it again, his look communicated.

Now, Constantine, he was fun to hang around with, likely because he isn’t as scared of Batman as the rest is. And also, he’s hot. “You are so cool, honestly. It’s really impressive how often you’ve escaped death”, you leaned against the wall. To be honest, you weren’t even listening to what he was saying, all you needed to hear was his strong English accent and little sprinkles of humor.

After some bribery, you had gotten Tim to tell you that Bruce was most concerned about you meeting Constantine. For some reason, you figured…

“So…I like older men, what about you?”, you batted your eyelashes at him. You didn’t have Bruce in your periphery, as you were focusing on John, but you could imagine him shaking in fury.

“Yeah, I like older men too”, he replied nonchalantly. Dammit, he got you. Well, he was a funny guy.

Bruce seemingly relaxed at that, but that’s not to say that he was satisfied with the interaction taking place. “You’re funny, are you single-”, you could barely finish your sentence before Dick dragged you away to spend time with you. Though, you believe that Bruce asked Dick to get you away just so you couldn’t talk to Constantine like that.

Bruce had way too many attractive friends. Well, almost all his friends were attractive: Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash…hell, even Martian Manhunter. I mean, he can read minds! Just imagine the potential…

“So, I heard you can read minds. Read mine right now”, your grin was…suspicious. Bruce couldn’t read minds like J’onn could, but he could imagine what you were thinking about. No, actually, he didn’t want to imagine it.

“J’onn.”, Bruce, ever so stern, called out and gestured towards the door. The J’onn in question had merely walked off in that direction silently, as though having understood Bruce’s point from one word. Martian Manhunter hadn’t read your mind that day, to your dismay. However, you had managed to make Bruce uncomfortable, so that was considered a win.

Dick himself had very attractive friends. Wally West, quite the flirt, was among them. Though, oddly enough, you had imagined him to be more flirty. It couldn’t be that Dick took a page out of Bruce’s book and told him to watch it, right?

“So, you’re fast, huh?”, you looked Wally up and down. “I happen to be”, Wally glanced at Dick.

“Okaayyyyy, Wally, you should leave”, Dick spoke with a strained smile.

“Yeah. Oh, by the way, what about the-”

“Now.”

Wally looked around awkwardly, “…right.”

And Raven—what a woman. Plus, Cyborg and Starfire filled your thoughts. Though Wally was the first and last friend of Dick’s you ever saw. A pity. He seemed to have learnt his lesson…

Now Roy Harper, Jason’s friend, was quite something. Tattoos? Archery? Hell yeah.

“Wow, so you like engineering books? Well, the manor has a huge variety. You should come by more often”, you smiled innocently.

“Um, actually, he will NOT be coming over ever again”, Jason frowned at your words.

“Why not?”, both you and Roy turned to Jason.

“BECAUSE I said so”, you and Roy made eye contact awkwardly.

“You”, Jason points at Roy, “Get out.”

“What? But you said you needed my he-”

“NOWWWW. Do NOT make me repeat myself.”

Yeah, Roy leaving was more awkward than anything else that had happened so far.

Jason didn’t have that many friends, as far as you knew at least. In other words: You would never see Roy ever again…

Now Tim, being charming himself, had many attractive friends.

For starters: Conner Kent.

You hadn’t had much contact with the Kents, however Conner had come over a few times. And wow. Despite being overly confident (and often obnoxious), he was very, very attractive. However, you have never talked to him. The reason? Tim makes sure he keeps you at arm’s length. In fact, you’re not sure you could ever find a way to interract with Tim’s friends…unless…

“Hey, Tim!”, Jason called out, “Bruce says you need to go to the cave right now.”

“What? But I have guests over…”, Tim eyes Jason suspiciously.

“I mean, if you wanna get in trouble with him, be my guest”, Jay raised his hands defensively.

“I-…fine. Conner, just a second, I will be right back. DO NOT move”, Tim sighs.

After Tim left, you shot Jason a thumbs-up and went to mingle with Superboy.

“Good evening. You must be Conner. I’ve heard a lot about you from Tim”, you say, taking it slow.

“Good evening! Hopefully you only heard good things!”, he grins.

“Oh, plenty of good things. Say, if you really can fly, then why don’t you take me for a ride? I haven’t ever seen the sky from…well, up in the sky”, you copied his grin.

“Ah, well, I would, really, but I’m not sure how Tim would feel, you know? I mean, he’s a bit of a-”, Conner started.

“A bit of a what.”, a new voice shocked the both of you.

Tim. Where the hell did he come from?

“I though I told you to leave if they started talking to you?”, Tim ignored you, only focusing on scolding Conner.

“Well, that would’ve been incredibly rude…”, Conner struggled to defend himself.

“You.”, Tim turns to you.

“Me?”, you said, though you weren’t scared of him anymore.

“Yes, you. What’s the big idea? Why did you pull that just to talk to Conner? I don’t know what you have planned, but forget it immediately. If you don’t leave right now, I’ll tell Bruce to reinstate the therapy sessions. Then you can explain to him why you enjoy sabotaging others so much.”

That was, quite frankly, terrifying. You hadn’t been this scared of Tim in a while.

Well, safe to say you won’t be doing this again…

[writersdrug]

Thinking about Simon with a goth! gf, and introducing his team to you.

Warnings: cursing, very slight nsfw, pda

Typed this up on my lunch break, not thoroughly proofread, ending is meh but it's been rotting in my brain so I had to push it out. Feel free to send me asks about this headcannon, I'd love to write more about it! <3

Simon insists on dragging his team to the nearest pub after a particularly rough day, offering to buy then a round of whiskey. They are all reluctant at first, complaining about aching backs and heads, and Price saying that the missus was expecting him.

Then Simon mumbles something about how his girl would've loved to meet them.

"Yer wha' now?"

"My girl."

Suddenly, Gaz's headache is gone. "Must've just been dehydrated, I suppose." Soap's back feels much better, after being able to sit in the car for just- five minutes, now. And Price? Apparently, the missus was at a dinner raffle for her charity- thing, and he'd just now remembered.

So, drinks and a quick bite at the pub you worked at. It was settled.

Simon leads them in shortly after parking the truck. The other three quickly scan the room for anyone who stands out. As Simon brings them to a booth in the back, they all take a seat, heads on a swivel for some pretty thing to come bouncing over and latch herself onto him.

"Gonna hit the head." Simon says. "I'll put our drinks in- she'll bring 'em over, she'll be done with 'er shift soon."

As he leaves, Soap, Gaz, and Price all sit there in a few moments of observatory silence. It's much harder to sample the crowd, they realize, since there's apparently no dress code for the servers. Johnny eyes each person like a hawk, until he sees a potential pick.

"Tha' one." He says, nodding towards a busty, long-legged blonde. Price and Gaz follow his line of sight to her as she leans against the bar, playing with her hair and laughing at something her friend says. Her bootcut jeans and frilly top accentuate her curves, and it's obvious that every man in her vicinity is ogling. "Twenty on 'er. Seems like he'd be into swimsuit models, eh?"

Gaz humms, scrunching his nose disapprovingly. "Nah, mate- too simple."

"Feck is simple 'bout 'er?"

"I mean for Simon." Gaz corrects Soap. "Don't think he'd want someone so... ditzy- no offense to her." He adds. "I think he wants a girl who can hold her own, in the physical and the figurative sense. Someone..." he narrows his eyes, searching through the crowd of people. "Like her."

He discretely points to a woman across the bar. She's playing darts with a few people, and hits the bullseye perfectly just as Soap and Price look her way. Her tank top and cargo pants show how defined, yet lean her muscles are. She looks like she could last a few decent minutes in a brawl. "I bet on her."

"Well I'll raise ye forty - I ken LT wants someone more... passive."

"Forty it is, then. I'd love to have you pay my bill tonight."

"If I may..." Price chimes in, leaning against the back of the booth with a smug look, arms folded over his chest, "I'd love to get in on this little game o' yours, and walk away with eighty pounds t'night - because you're both wrong."

Soap smirks. "And how's tha', Cap?"

Price smooths his fingers over his mutton chops. "Well, for starters, I'm a bit ashamed o' you boys. Neither of those girls actually work here, do they? Mm?"

Gaz groans, letting his head drop against the wall behind him. It takes Soap another moment, but then he remembers Simon saying this was where you worked. The whole point of them going to this specific pub was because you'd already be here, on the clock.

"Shite..." he mumbles.

"Alright, sir." Gaz says defeatedly. "Lay it on us."

Price leans his elbows on the table and points his finger straight ahead; Gaz and Soap both follow it to the bar, where a sweet-looking girl is punching orders into a server tablet. She has long, silky, red hair, and a petite frame. She smiles so kindly at every patron who speaks to her, and when she makes their drinks, she is quick with it, still engaging in conversation as she shakes the mixer with a powerful arm. Despite the crowd, she seems to be managing fine on her own.

"Her." Price says, tucking his hand back onto the table. "Y' see that face? The way she talks to 'em all? How she's soft and tough at the same time? Imagine that birdie tucked under his wing, eh?"

Soap and Gaz can imagine it. She's a cute little thing, a social butterfly, it seems - the perfect polar opposite to Simon that just might be the perfect fit.

"And I know he's got a thing for redheads." Price adds.

"Piss off, how d'ye ken tha'?" Soap grumbles.

Price shrugs. "Call it intuition."

Simon comes around the corner, carrying several glasses of neat whiskey. "Sorry-" he says, setting a glass in front of Price, and handing out the others as he sits down on the end of the booth. "She's on 'er way now."

"No worries." Price says, trying to hide his smirk. "Didn't know y' were into redheads, Simon."

Simon pauses, looking down at the table in confusion - then he chuckles. "Yeah, s'pose I am. How did y' know? Did she come by already?"

Price laughs. "No, son. We were just sayin'-"

"Hey baby!"

You turn the corner and lean down, squealing as you throw your arms around Simon's neck and kiss him. The other three look on with shock, and Soap is about ready to throw this random woman off of Simon, until he holds you just as tightly and kisses you back.

Price's smirk falls right onto the table when he realizes that he is just as wrong as the other two.

You're Simon's bird. Simon's raven. Black, styled hair, with black lipstick that is currently smudging Simon's chin. You have a choker - no, several chokers, wrapped around your neck, as well as a tiny corked bottle filled with red liquid that makes Soap and Gaz nervous, dangling from a chain. Long, black-painted fingernails, with small spiderwebs decorating the tips, caressing his face and the back of his neck. Your arms and legs are covered with torn fishnets and small tattoos, and you're wearing a black number with a corset, paired with studded Doc Martin's.

You finally pull away and look at the rest of them. "Sorry- nice to finally meet the lot of you." You say, shaking each one of their hands. Your eyes are striking, with full, dark lashes, eyeliner, and red contacts. Gages and a bull ring, too. Soap feels a shiver run up his spine when he looks at you head on, and Gaz hasn't picked his jaw up off the floor since you came around.

"Erm-" Price clears his throat, "pardon us- call me John. This is Kyle, and Johnny." He gestures to the other two, still watching you with a mix of curiosity and awe.

"I've heard so much about you. It's good to put names to the face." You say with a smile, shaking the other two's hands. Gaz manages to smile a bit, but Soap has the same shocked expression plastered onto his face.

Simon has a love-drunk, black-smudged smile on his lips as you sit down in his lap. "She's been wantin' t' meet you all for a while, now. Sorry I kept 'er a secret."

"To be fair, I'm usually hard to find." You say, grabbing a napkin and wiping the lipstick off Simon's face. "I'm either here, at class, or roaming around and people-watching... at night, of course. People are more interesting when it's dark out." You traced a fingernail along his jugular as he stared up at you.

"John 'ere knew you were a redhead."

"How?! Oh my god- are my roots showing?"

"Nah, luvie, he's just observant. 'S our job." Simon places a kiss to your forehead. You smiled, leaning into the kiss.

"Oh, kitchen's about to close. You wanna split a burger, Si?"

"Sure, get what you like."

"'S no onions ok?"

"Fine w' me - chips?"

"You know it." You giggle, making a show of squishing his cheek and biting it. You turn to the rest of his team with a smile. "You boys hungry?"

Price is the first one to speak, taking a heavy breath in, causing Soap and Gaz to finally snap out of their trance. "Erm- whatever you get, we'll do the same. On us tonight."

"Oooh, you sure?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. Simon looked at Price curiously.

"You positive, cap?"

Price nodded. "Lost a bet."

Simon looks even more concerned. You pat his shoulder and stand up. "I'll go punch it in, be right back." You give him a peck on the cheek, and begin to walk away - Simon's attention returns to you as he hooks a finger in the chain choker around your neck and tugs you back.

Soap, Gaz, and Price all watch, stupefied, as you land back in Simon's lap with a giggle. He grabs your chin between his thick fingers and kisses you on the lips, shamelessly letting his tongue slide past your teeth and squeezing your thigh. You laugh into the kiss, letting him devour you for a moment, before tapping his cheek and breaking away.

"I got fifteen minutes to put everyone's order in, Si."

"That's plenty of time, dove."

"Yeah, but then kitchen will get mad for doing it last minute, and I don't want-"

He chuckles, gently shoving out off of his lap and smacking your rump through your skirt. "You're fine, go on."

You smile, then disappear behind the booth, boots thudding against the hardwood floors.

Simon looks back at the three of them - Soap is staring between you and him, a blush covering his face. Gaz immediately turns to look at the wall, scratching his chin, and Price is gazing into his whiskey, though there's a lingering surprise in his eyes.

"So- what bet?" Simon asks, adjusting his hips; Soap notices his hand reaching down to palm at the fabric over his groin. "I don' remember bettin' nothin'."

"We weren't bettin' on ye pullin' her out ye pockets, LT." Soap comments, trying to avoid Simon's eyes. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out forty pounds, slapping it onto the table.

"It makes sense..." Gaz, chimes in. "With your whole skeleton look, she fits you."

Simon slowly smiles, understanding what they had bet on. "Oh... I see. Lemme guess - you thought I's with someone more... simple? Lile that blonde at the bar, is tha' right?"

"Tha's what I said!!" Soap exclaims, dropping his fist to the table. "You got te give me credit fer pointin' t' a swimsuit model first, aye?"

"Oh- because every bloke on earth is shallow enough to care about swimsuit models." Gaz scoffs. "I at least picked someone who didn't look so bloody helpless." He gestures to the girl playing darts with her friends. "You don't even know if the other girl's a model."

"Well, one can imagine..."

"Feel as though I's the closest..." Price mutters under his breath, making the other two glare at him.

"Ye were not."

"Get off your high horse, cap-"

"Well- try this." Simon leans on his forearms with a smug look on his face. "My bird? She's a model, and she's a black-belt in Judo, and-" he looks at Price- "she's a natural redhead."

They all look between Simon and you, as you stand behind the bar and punch their orders in, laughing with the other redhead. Their eyes would drop onto the table if they were any wider.

"You sly dog-" Gas comments with a chuckle.

"I don' believe ye." Soap says, crossing his arms. "Wha' kind o' model?"

"Lingerie."

Price chokes on his whiskey.

"Bullshit." Soap snaps. "Pictures or ye lyin'."

"Nah." Simon sighs, leaning back in his seat and daking a sip of his whiskey. "Not the ones I have, at least. But pick up the last "Bloodletting" magazine, and she's there."

They all sit there, a bit dumbfounded, watching you walk back to the booth. How on earth did someone like Simon land someone like you?

Simon's full of surprises, even in his personal life.