#finding my stupid friends’ quotes is easy

[good-vs-evo]

more tgcf characters as shitposts 💖 but ooc and specifically stuff my online friends of 4 years have said hehe

xl, fishing for info about hc: who’s the red guy… what’s his name

mq, not wanting to tell him anything: red guy

swd: you only get one (1) pronoun each

swd: only one.

swd: choose wisely

sqx: is it my turn on 'they' 🥺

pm: AM I SEXIER THAN MR CLEAN????

lw: aww im doing good hbu?

pm: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

hc: i just sneezed

hx: prob cuz ur gay

hc: bitch

hc: say bless u

[h0ney-mochi]

Bro reader giving gamer scara some under the desk support ykyk

But imagine if he was in a call with other people so he had to be quiet and the reader has to remind him in a low whisper "be quiet, or unless you want everyone else to hear how much of a slur u are for me" :]

-🌺

Supporting him from under the desk! ♡

Streamer!Scaramouche x reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (all characters mentioned here are streamers lol, gamer!scaramouche / streamer!scaramouche, oral sex (m!receiving) / blowjob, semi-public (?) well he is streaming and also in a call, soooo—)

A/n: AAAHHGGGHHHGG.... Agghg!! Nonnie you have me screaming adding fuel to the fire grrr... RAAAHHHHH I cannot speak

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

He was just having a chat, talking with his friends on call while all were streaming a game. They were talking about recent things that have happened, such as some streamers' face reveal, new game drops and Signora's usual fan meetings out in public.

Once that topic was over, Tartaglia mentioned something about his day, how he and Kokomi were once again arguing about Gorou in that creative block game. The conversation carried on, Scara starting to focus on a game that finished loading.

He didn't even hear you coming in the room. Just complete focus on the call, the stream and the game. That was until you appeared in between his legs. Under the desk.

He drinks his water, quickly glances at you and shakes his head. Maybe you're just there to bother him as usual, quoting him 'you're too clingy.' Good to know that he didn't think much of you, not really wondering why were you under the desk of all places. How did it not cross his mind?

Scaramouche turned his head away from the screen to find his water when he noticed you. Almost jumped out of the chair, but he quickly relaxed his surprised reaction, looking back at the bottle. You couldn't help but chuckle, hiding your mouth in your hand.

"..and so she wrote me this thing about 'Give me back my general' and whatever," Childe continues speaking while Scara returns to his stuff. "Did you give him to her?" He asks, glancing at the chat. There's a laugh from Signora, "You think he'd give Gorou back? He wants to annoy her, I doubt he would."

And so they continue speaking about Gorou, the pros and cons of giving him back.

You just stared at him. Waiting for the right moment to do what you wanted. Putting your hands on his thighs, you slowly move them. Scaramouche glares down at you, then continues to speak in their conversation.

Hah.

Once you're sure he's focusing on his things again, you move your hand up, fingers moving in his waistband. There's a stutter in his words, you heard it well. You look up at him with a grin.

Scara doesn't dare to look at you. Maybe you'll leave if he doesn't give you what you want. He keeps on speaking, you hear his friends' laughter. Mouse clicking on whatever is on the screen, you couldn't see it. Didn't matter anyways.

He tries his best to focus on his screen, the conversation, his stream, but when he feels your fingers starting to pull at his pants, he freezes.

There's a moment of silence, only the noise of his keyboard.

"Scara? You there?" Tartaglia speaks through the call, "I really need to know if I should fill her house with chickens."

Scaramouche shakes his head, sighing, "You're seriously going to go easy on her? Is that all you can do? Stupid." Slightly shifting in his seat, his eyes dart to his stream, checking it.

You pulled his pants down in that simple moment. Hands massaging his thighs, looking up at him with that 'innocent' look on your face. He'd usually love it, but not when you're under his desk, during a stream. He's keeping his cool though. Scara knows how to do it — especially with people watching.

Your hands continue to move on his legs, dragging your nails here and there, just touching his thighs.

Meanwhile he's making some progress on his game, commenting on it. The chat is zooming, mentioning the two people in the call as well. Yeah, he can keep his cool. Of course!

No, your touch is not affecting him! Not at all! He's streaming, he's keeping his co-

You pulled his boxers a little down, just enough to take his dick out. Letting your spit fall onto the head, you slowly move your hand down. A sharp inhale comes from above as he curses at Childe for still thinking of plans about ruining Kokomi's house.

Then you put him in your mouth, immediately going down, take more of him. His hand moves away from his mouse in an instant, going to grip your head, hold you in place.

He quickly glares down at you, mouthing a 'don't.' Scara takes his hand away and goes back to play the game, trying hard to ignore you, hoping you got his message and that you're not that dumb!

You did stay still for a second. Then you pulled your head back up, tongue trailing upwards to the tip again. His eyebrows furrow, cursing at the screen. You're seriously, like seriously gonna do this-?

Oh, fuck you.

...

All was going well. Scaramouche was able to keep his cool. Hiding some noises in curses from the game or the call, even in some water breaks. It made you almost impressed that he could get this far without slipping up! And even on stream!

You just sucked him off under the desk, hands on his thighs and eyes looking up at him from time to time, see what's up. Yes, he sometimes sent glares down at you, but overall all was good!

All was good, that is.

"Childe— Wait, where the fuck are you going? Did you forget we're going scarab hunting for you?" Scaramouche groans, tapping the keys, "I can also kick you out and leave you begging in other people's worlds."

"Don't-!" His friends' voice gets higher, "I really need them!" "Then- fuck, then don't be a bitch about it," he quickly speaks, biting his lips at the end.

You could hear more noise from his keyboard and mouse, probably because he was yet in another battle. Didn't stop you from swirling your tongue around the tip though.

His mouth was slightly agape, which is probably why you finally heard a noise very close to a moan. But he quickly spoke after it, eyes darting to the stream's chat, checking if anyone caught that. Seemed like his two friends didn't catch either.

He swallows, focusing back onto the screen. His character running around while his teammate, Childe, also in the call, followed him. Gosh, he shouldn't fuck anything up.

After a few more minutes, it gets worse. Harder. Scara can just feel some of his focus slipping away to the fact that yes, you're still sucking him off. Under his desk. During his stream. Also in a call.

And he's getting close, alright.

He blinks a few times. "You've marked-" He starts speaking, but shuts his eyes, feeling you take whole of him again, "You've marked the spots right? You should- be leading me, no?"

Conversation carries on like that. Is it getting hotter in here? Doubt.

When he feels you tapping on his thigh, he stops for a moment. He goes to take his water again, humming as a response to you, eyes quickly looking at you then back at the bottle.

You pull away from his cock, looking up at him. He exhales, trying to ignore that he is a little annoyed at you leaving. "Scara," you whisper, just enough for him to hear. He taps his fingers on his desk, waiting for your next words. "Be quiet." Is all you say.

You see him roll his eyes, mouthing 'I am.'

"..Unless you want others to hear how much of a slut you are?" You raise an eyebrow, kissing his thigh, "You want that?" His eyes are glued on his friend's character running after scarabs, swallowing again.

He shakes his head before going back to cursing at Childe, because that's the wrong fucking direction.

You smile and go back to wrapping your lips around him. Tongue trailing down his shaft, he's tensing up again, your touch on his thighs almost distracting him.

Scaramouche is back on track, finding the last few things for Childe, while Signora just came back from getting 'a much needed' drink as she said. "So, where are we?" She speaks, the sound of her sitting down.

"Getting stupid scarabs be- fuck, because he can't go into other people's worlds," Scara mumbles, rolling his eyes, "Take him away from me." Her laugh echoes through his headphones as he groans, of course from frustration.

Totally not because you're sucking on him harsher now.

He looks at his stream, reading some of the running messages. Welcoming back Signora, speaking of the awful time scarabs need. Good to know they haven't suspected anything.

Childe is speaking now, sort of annoyed, but with a hint of held back laughter. Trying to defend himself that it's not his fault that he forgot to prefarm for the hot electro man.

"I- fuck, I don't understand, you have two fucking sides," Scaramouche starts, clicking around the screen as you could tell from the noise of his mouse again, "You- you either prefarm way too early, or— fuck- you forget. Why is that, huh?"

"Even my stream is agreeing," Signora chuckles, obvious smirk, "Says a lot. Wait until he starts saying he needs help with the triangle.."

A nervous laugh from the other end, "I actually-" "I swear- shit, I swear to fuck- fucking GOD, Childe, if-" Scara speaks in frustration, yet he stops, swallowing down another incoming noise. "You okay? You sound weird‐" "Yeah, of course I'm okay! I'm annoyed at you, for fucks sake."

His hand moves away from his mouse, hand gripping the desk for a moment. Your words echo in his mind. Be quiet. It's as easy as that!

"Alright, I needed to know before I ask for the boss—" the moment Childe speaks those words, Signora starts laughing. Scaramouche hides his face in his hand, groaning, while the other goes down to grip your hair. His chat is spamming keysmashes and laughing emotes.

Biting down into the skin of his hand, he swears to whoever there is that no one is gonna pick up on the fact that his groans are not from frustration.

Well yeah, it is, but not from the game, his friends, the stream, whatever.

It's from you and your stupid lips around his dick.

Thank you for the idea and thank you for waiting for my response !

Not proofread, so apologies if any mistakes.

© h0ney-mochi 2023 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

[fuckingsimpthatswho]

One Piece incorrect Quotes

part 2 because they are funny

Sanji: Wait, hold up, why you draw yourself like that? Usopp: Uh, like what? Sanji: Like with gorgeous, muscular legs. Usopp: Uh, this is what I look like. Sanji:

Usopp: THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE! Sanji: Okay, then I want big beefy arms. Hot ones. Zoro: I wanna have a cowboy hat! Usopp: Okay, arms and hat. draws them Luffy: Ooh, give me a cowboy hat too! Usopp: You can't just take Zoro's hat idea, Luffy! He thought it up all by himself like a good person! Come up with your own thing! Luffy: BUT I WANNA LOOK COOL! Nami: Put Luffy on one of those stupid baby tricycles. Luffy: NO!! Usopp: Tricycle, done. draws it Brook, want anything? Nami, making finger guns: Pew pew. Usopp: A blaster?! No, that's not really our style, Brook. Brook, making finger guns: Pew pew. Usopp: You know what, okay. draws it But it's just for holding, not for shooting.

Brook: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Franky: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… Robin: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Zoro: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Nami: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Sanji: Mental stability, my old friend! Brook: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Franky: From now on we will be using code names. Franky: You can address me as Eagle One. Franky: Chopper is “been there done that”. Franky: Robin is “currently doing that”. Franky: Brook is “it happened once in a dream”. Franky: Nami is “if I had to pick a gal”. Franky: And Usopp is.. Franky: Eagle Two Usopp: Oh thank god.

Luffy, watching Zoro and Sanji from afar: Two Bros, Chillin in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they think they’re not gay, BUT THEY REALLY ARE-

Usopp, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Nami: Yeah, sure. A few minutes later Nami: Here you go. Usopp: Nami: Sanji: Why am I here?

Chopper: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Usopp: Usopp: I'm gonna tell them. Nami: Don't you dare.

Nami: We’re going to a candy store?! Usopp: No! It’s nighttime, candy stores are closed. Chopper: We’re gonna ROB a candy store?!?! Usopp, sighing: No-

Chopper: How do I ask someone out? Nami: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two. Chopper: No! Usopp: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car. Chopper: Stop! Robin: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream. Chopper: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

Chopper: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Nami? Nami: Usopp, easily. Usopp, laughing: What the fuck, man. Nami: Well, Sanji would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Sanji, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

Chopper: Today at 7 am, Robin poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Nami: I watched Robin brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Usopp: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

Franky: Know why I called you in here? Robin: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Franky: Stops pouring two glasses of wine. Accidentally?

Sanji: Stops making lunch an stand there confused

Franky: What are you in the mood for? Robin: World domination. Franky: That's a bit ambitious. Robin: You are my world. Franky: Aww… Robin: Franky: Robin: Franky: OH.

[alekthefox]

This is about my post about a future fanfic where Aventurine beats Dr Ratio in chess. What you're reading now however is canonical proof+my theories on Veritas' opinion on Aventurine's intelligence.

@resagini You're right absolutely, however Dr. Ratio already knows Aventurine is extremely intelligent! (I'm not sure if you were implying he doesn't realise it in canon... But if that's not the case... then for those people you mentioned in the last few tags here's a little info :)

Penacony spoilers underneath, with receipts.

First of all why he wears the bust:

(Source of image: Honkai Star Rail wiki, under Dr. Ratio, voice-overs.)

He has never ever been seen wearing it when with Ave. Aventurine even teases him about it in Penacony story with the line of (I love the stupid pun, the word "bust" fits both of them):

This also means Aventurine has seen it before this. I'm unsure the time placement of Final Victor light cone as of right now. But it is possible Veritas changed his mind multiple times. Since Penacony though he's not worn it when with Aventurine. It is also possible he wears it when the two of them are with others who Ratio finds to be blubbering fools.

Note: Aventurine is a high rank P45, and a Stoneheart, within the STRATEGIC Investment Department. Whyyyy, pray tell, do people think of him so lowly????

Then there's Dr. Ratio in the Aventurine showcase saying they're not exactly friends and he's not so bad to work with unlike those insufferable fools. (And I adore the callout he gets from Aventurine and how flustered he gets urgh this man <3)

Official video

Friends quote: 0:50

Veritas admitting Aventurine is in control then getting flustered when the two are described to have "mutual understanding" ("wait... mutual? What did he say about me???? 🥺"): 5:30

YESSSS YOU CAN PUT ITALIC ON EMOJIS!

And I would love to remind everyone of the lines:

Yep. Dr. Ratio knew Aventurine's plan, or the majority of it. (PEOPLE PISS ME OFF WHEN LISTING THAT BETRAYAL AS A REASON THIS SHIP IS TOXIC.) That means Dr. Ratio knew that this extremely layered, thoroughly thought through (i did NOT just use those three words like it's normal what the hell) scheme, all came from Aventurine's mind (literally nobody else would think of this bullshit, from the self-destruction to the breaking of a cornerstone to the THREE cornerstones in use in the same place without the people, in possession of the Family etc etc). I believe extremely little parts of the Penacony situation was luck. Aventurine is lucky, yes, insanely. But he uses his luck as an advantage, not main weapon. He uses it as a mask, he is a gambler to many eyes. The doctor knows this. He doesn't believe in luck but in probability, a controlled and calculable version of luck. He didn't trust his luck, but his mind. So Ratio played his part.

Another thing is that during Penacony you can retrace, during story, Aventurine and Ratio's steps. Literally. Playing as Acheron you can examine the footprints and it's stated that whoever was walking there are equals.

Despite Aventurine having full power over Ratio through the IPC authority and the cornerstone power and having him always follow his lead (begrudgingly or not), they walk side by side.

Even with Ratio being much taller and therefore faster, they walk side by side. (An easy excuse that doesn't involve feelings that both could use to avoid this respect.) Even with Ratio thinking a lot of people are morons, he walks side by side with Aventurine, without his statue mask. Even with Dr. Ratio's many accomplishments proving he's above quite a number of individuals.

In both opinions on who is greater, they choose this.

Link to wiki page

There is so so so so much more but I do think these instances alone are enough to prove my point.

[daytaker]

Could you perhaps write something where gn!mc is just,,, a complete asshole. Fully standoffish and rude, I think it'd be hilarious [bonus points if they have a traumatic backstory for WHY]

No bonus points for me because my asshole MCs exist in a state of suspended animation and they're just like this Because They Are.

Now, I go on and actually explore my idea from an earlier prompt that MC being standoffish would derail the entire plot of OG Season 1 since it requires them to help Belphie get out of the attic.

And if you're wondering, yes, Solomon is quoting KJV Book of Revelation at the end there.

How Your Year-Long Vacation In the Devildom Ended in the Apocalypse

or; Asshole Standoffish MC says what?

Ship: None Word Count: ~1.3k Triggers: Uhhhh... (points to the title)

-----

You're not here to make friends.

And you're definitely not here to date any million-year-old demons who look like they stepped out of the pages of Esquire.

You're here because you're Fate's favorite bitch, and apparently you haven't been suffering enough lately.

So you go ahead and announce all that to your host family the first time you all sit down for dinner.

"...Are humans like that?" asks Asmodeus, looking between you and his brothers. "...I...I don't remember humans being like that."

"Wow. Okay," says Leviathan, staring at his Switch. "First of all, what's your damage. Second, you should probably find the demons who are interested in dating you and let them know, lmao." He fist-bumps Mammon without looking up from the screen.

"What's Esquire?" asks Beel.

"I'm gonna go eat in my room," you say. "Goodnight."

As you leave, you hear Mammon mumble, "Well, they were right about being a bitch."

------

Things aren't any less irritating at that stupid school. Honestly, who names a school after themselves and the fact that they're royalty? Was he just trying to make an easy acronym? Seriously. 'Royal Academy of Diavolo'.... It makes you cringe, hard.

So you sit in the back of all your classes and doodled your favorite sleep paralysis monsters getting closer and closer to the foot of your bed over the course of the day. You're just getting to where you can see the empty white scleras staring up at you when Dumb, Dumb, and Dumber turn up, A.K.A. the other exchange students, A.K.A. Simeon the Angel (dumb), Luke the Baby Angel (also dumb), and Solomon (dumber), the immortal human sorcerer and also the ancient king of Jerusalem? (Like, that Solomon? What the fuck, why does he look like a twenty-three year old anime boy?)

"You must be the newest exchange student," says the tall angel.

"Yeah, and?" you answer.

"Hey, you don't need to be so rude to him!" says the baby angel. His voice makes you want to throw yourself into a furnace.

"Yeah, and?" you answer again.

"Haha! So the new student has some spunk! I like that," says the Biblical king.

"Why are you all bothering me? I was drawing my sleep par--"

"We should all hang out at Purgatory Hall sometime," suggests Simeon, proving he hasn't been paying attention. "By the way, why did Diavolo end up putting you in with the brothers instead of situating you with us?"

"Because I walk around naked at night and I don't care who sees, and there's a child in your dorm."

"Really?" asks Simeon, covering Luke's ears. "Why do you do that?"

"Because fuck you, that's why. Leave me alone."

"I don't remember humans being like that," murmurs Simeon to Solomon as they walk away.

------

"I'm a human too," says the demon in the attic.

"Uh-huh," you say with undisguised skepticism. "And you want me to forge pacts because...?"

"Because then you can release me. Us humans have to stick together."

You let that hang there for a few seconds before dropping the ax.

"...So I know you're Belphegor. Because your fucking picture is up in the house. You absolute moron."

His expression drops.

"You idiot. You lying shit. Don't waste my time like this again. I'm not forging pacts with any demons. I know you missed my first dinner here, but to sum it up: I'm not here to make friends."

"I don't remember humans being like this," he mumbles to himself. "Wha- hey! Wait! Where are you going?! Come back! Come- come back!!!"

-----

It's Diavolo's birthday party, and Lucifer forces you to come.

By that, I mean he physically picks you up and drags you there while you struggle and rage.

"I don't remember humans being like this," Diavolo says to Barbatos with some concern as he sees you carried thrashing through the entry.

"Oh, they absolutely are," argues Solomon. "I only calmed down after I'd been around about a hundred years. But for their stage of development, I'd say they're pretty much par for the course."

Barbatos stares blankly at Solomon as Diavolo nods sagely. "I see, I see... I suppose I'll have to keep that in mind when selecting our next exchange student."

-----

"Finally! The year is almost up, which means this loser's going back to the human world, and Belphie's gonna come back home!" cheers Mammon.

"Very expository of you," Satan replies dryly.

"Oh, Belphie is Belphegor, right? Your youngest brother?" you ask, looking up from the knife you've been sharpening. It's one of the chores you reluctantly accepted over the course of your stay here. You're taking care of your knife duties while brothers 2 and 4 cook dinner.

"Uh, obviously," snorts Mammon. "Why, what do you care? You'll be gone before he gets here."

"I forgot I never mentioned this to any of you. He's in the attic."

Mammon and Satan stare at you. Mammon chuckles nervously. "Whaaa? Don't be stupid, there's nothing up in the attic. Lucifer doesn't even let us go up there."

You stare back at him, unblinking. The two brothers glance at each other.

-----

You sit on your suitcase in the front hall of the House of Lamentation as the place goes up in flames.

Beelzebub is in a mindless rage, cursing Lucifer and breaking down walls. Every now and then, the entire house rumbles, indicating its structural integrity is just that much less solid.

Leviathan summoned Lotan in a moment of panic when Mammon kicked his door in and announced that Belphegor was going to war against the human world and Lucifer and Diavolo and he'd better pick sides before he got drafted, so the entire ground floor is soaked in a few inches of water and tentacles keep reaching out from the depths of the house. You swat them away whenever they get too close. You're not sure where Levi is now, but based on the fact you can hear Mammon screaming and pounding at the bathroom door, you can make a good guess.

Asmodeus released Cerberus from the basement after charming him, and when he realized the dog was too enraptured to obey Lucifer, the pressure got to him and he fled. Now the two are on the war path to Majolish, because 'all this drama is stressing [them] out' and 'this is how [they] cope, okay?'

Lucifer is grappling with Belphie and Satan, who, upon hearing that Belphie intended to rebel against Lucifer, joined his cause. He keeps trying to bang their heads together; you can see it happening in front of the fireplace down the hall. But Satan's tail keeps slashing at him like some sort of prehensile melee weapon and it's clearly at least somewhat effective.

Looking up, you see what appears to be a pair of dragons grappling in the sky, and all around you are the sounds of screams and sirens. The earth rumbles around you, and even the stars seemed to be falling from the sky.

"I can't believe you did it!"

You turn around in surprise as the door opens. Solomon stands there, beaming at you like a proud father. "You really did it! You broke the sixth seal!"

"Sorry, what?"

"'And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood!'"

"Sorry, what?"

The roof begins to cave in, so you step out of the way, and Solomon laughs maniacally.

"It's still going! 'And the great kings of the land said to the mountains and rocks, "Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne!"'" Another chunk of the ceiling crashes directly in front of you.

"Are you high?"

"Yes!"

"Share."

So we smoke a joint, staring up through the broken roof into the starless sky, watching demons and brawl, awaiting the breaking of the seventh seal: silence.

[arcticmarcy]

heyyyyy, what are you mcsm headcannons. You’re art is very cool and I’m intrigued 😋

Your*

Teehee anyway

I have a LOT i'm not getting into rn but. These are my blorbos I have a whole LIST

Mostly will be surrounded around Jesse (green suspenders ftw), Lukas and Petra since they're my favorites

To start, which is something i think should be more popular:

JESSE IS A THEATRE KID!!! You cannot convince me otherwise. That guy is dancing and singing around to the waitress soundtrack and I'm not taking no for an answer

Lukas' favorite animal is NOT an ocelot it's a serval but his idiot friends didn't care enough to put any thought into it (and servals don't exist in minecraft 😔) serval Lukas supremacy

Petra's prolly got a whole lotta scars under all those freaking layers she wears. Adventuring in the Nether, especially alone is not easy and you probably wouldn't come out of there unscathed

I'm a firm believer in Lukas was pining over Jesse for a while so he tried to not be mean to his friends but his own friends suck so bad. Aiden literally made me want to punch a hole in the wall and I left him to die in sky city <3. Lukas fell first for a while and it was bad. It was real bad. My guy was oblivious to his own feelings but Jesse was even more oblivious </3 he's a little slow in that department but they get there eventually

I'm also hopping on the gay Lukas and bi Jesse bandwagon. Petra is a lesbian, Olivia is pan and Axel is prolly straight. Idk I don't find him to be very interesting past his main arc in s1 but I haven't seen s2 yet so. NO SPOILERS!!

It's been foreshadowed before that Lukas is somewhat interested in history (Jesse makes a comment on how much he loved seeing the statues in Soren's cave and the giant library, he's so silly) when he isn't going on adventures or being a fag he's reading some kind of history book or looking at ancient artifacts he collects (like rocks <3) (can you tell im projecting) (im not trust)

Jesse can't sing for shit and neither can any of his friends. When they harmonize it's so bad it sounds astonishing - compared to Lukas who's va can sing his ass off. Angelic voice x the sound of god dying solidarity <3 (also the gorgeous brown eyes + the blue eyes that stare into your soul)

The amount of TENSION when Jesse and Lukas had that last talk before Lukas went to find his friends was so thick. I could feel it through the screen. "I'll always find my way back to you" HELLO? (ik that isnt the direct quote but its close) they shouldve kissed. Fuck you

There's just tension in general. Everyone can sense it except for them. Even Axel. Who's prolly straight or smth idk i'm working on that

Olivia is both their wingman. She confronts Lukas first and he can't deny it without looking stupid, and then Jesse starts questioning his life choices and she gets to work. It is a very long. Slow. Process. But it's worth it!!

That's all I can think of for now, tune in next time for more on the next episode of dragonball z

[yourdarkcherry]

Seducing Rafe Cameron || Ch.4

Summary: You were blessed with an easy life since you were born, but it’s all threatened when your dad’s business fails and you find yourself with no prospects and no education and so your only solution is to marry rich. Who’s a better candidate than the older brother of your ex-best friend from high school? So you do everything in your power to seduce Rafe Cameron, not knowing he’s the root to all your problems.

Warnings: toxic relationship, spoiled reader, sexist elements, dark content, blackcoded reader, pregnancy, physical and emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, death threats, eventual smut.

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The environment when you have learned of Sarah’s betrayal wasn’t ideal, but then again you don’t think you finding out in any way could’ve been ideal.

You invited yourself to Tannyhill for an impromptu sleepover, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary because you and Sarah always did that. But what was strange was the reason that made you even think you had to do this. Sarah was becoming distant, and you can tell that there was something going on with her and she wasn’t telling you.

It was very strange, as you and Sarah told each other everything.

You and her were lounging in the massive L shaped couch in the living room, you curling to yourself next to her and her sprawled on the longer part of it while you two were mindlessly rewatching Clueless. It was an all time favorite of you both.

The house was relatively empty for the weekend, Ward and Rose away on an anniversary vacation, Wheezie also at a sleepover. You hadn’t seen Rafe since you came over carrying your luggage last night.

It was at the scene that Cher asked Dionne her iconic question, “would you call me selfish?” that Rafe stepped inside the house. You didn’t even notice him as you were giggling and quoting Dionne’s answer back. “No, not to your face.”

Sarah only gave you back a tight smile, her eyes clouding over with something like they always do lately.

You notice Rafe then, with visible scars on his face and looking like he was just involved in a fight. The sight made you sit up straight. Sarah still didn’t notice, and you usually would follow her cue in ignoring Rafe.

But you couldn’t. “Oh my god, are you okay?” you asked, squinting as you stared at his face for longer. Possibly the longest time you’ve ever stared at his face. Sarah’s eyes follow where you’re staring, but she’s not that much shocked.

“It’s not a big deal,” Rafe says. “It’s only Sarah’s stupid boyfriend thinking he can land a punch.”

You frown, then you glance at Sarah and see that her face blanched. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah, Colin Davis.” Rafe answers, and he looks at you as if you had grown three heads—like you were stupid for not knowing that your best friend of ten years had a boyfriend.

Your eyes darted to Sarah, searching her face for any sign of an explanation. Her expression had gone pale, confirming that what Rafe said was true.

You stood up from the couch, with clear anger on your face. “Are you shitting me, Rafe?”

Rafe raises an eyebrow, “do I look like someone who would be lying to you?” With that, you turn to stare back at Sarah in horror. Her eyes are red and wet with tears as she slowly stands up from the couch too.

“Why are you making a big deal about this?” Rafe says exasperatedly, “I don’t even know if he’s Sarah’s boyfriend, all I know is that I see him climb out of her window all the time.”

You gasp in disbelief and blink hastily at him, hoping that this is some sort of elaborate cruel joke. That Sarah’s only doing this just to tell you that she’s right in her suspicions about your new boyfriend. If you doubt him enough to cheat, then you know he isn’t good enough for you.

Though you find yourself not caring about him, you don’t even think you liked him that much to begin with. He was just in the football team, and you were a cheerleader and when he asked you out you thought that it would look cute. Cliche, but cute. A cheerleader and an athlete.

“Colin Davis?” you repeat, your eyes darting between Rafe and Sarah. “You fucked Colin Davis? My boyfriend?”

Rafe’s jaw slightly turns slack, and he too turns to look at Sarah for clarification. Sarah’s tears start slipping down her cheeks, and her chest raises and falls sharply while she sniffles.

“(Y/N) I didn’t mean to—”

“You’re telling me you fucked Colin? My fucking boyfriend?” your finger is pointed at your chest as your own eyes start watering the longer you stare at her.

This has to be a nightmare if it wasn’t a joke. But the feel of your hot tears in your eyes is so real, as well as the biting cold of the North Carolina’s autumn bites on your naked thighs.

“I’m sorry— I didn’t—” a gasp cuts her, and you feel the pain of the betrayal wash over you harshly like a tsunami, each revelation feeling like a punch to the gut.

Tears began to spill down your cheeks, hot and unrelenting. The familiar comfort of the couch and the security of your longtime friendship now felt like a distant memory, replaced by a painful and overwhelming sense of heartbreak.

You raise your palm to stop her from talking, “you’re not denying Rafe’s words—that it wasn’t a one time thing.”

Sarah’s tears were thick as they streamed down her face, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as she struggled to find the words to explain herself. But you didn’t want to hear it, the damage was done, and the trust you once shared was irrevocably broken.

“How could you do this to me?” you repeated, your fingers trembling as you wiped at the tears streaming down your cheeks. “You were my best friend. I trusted you more than anyone.”

The memory of all the years you two had spent as inseparable souls, confiding in each other, supporting one another through thick and thin, now felt like a cruel joke. How could she have betrayed that trust, that bond, in such a devastating way?

“I actually don’t care about what you did, I care that you hold me in such a low regard that you went ahead and threw away our friendship like it was nothing.” Your voice is breaking with each word you say, and your chest is tightening, “If you don’t care about our friendship—fine!” you say, searching the couch for your phone and when you find it you clutch on it harshly.

“If you don’t care about our friendship then fucking fine, cause I don’t fucking care about you anymore.” you say one last time, and instead of wearing your outside shoes you dig in your feet inside the soft house slippers that you always wear when you’re at Tannyhill. You brush past Rafe and head to the door as you see Sarah collapse to the floor from the corner of your eyes.

The tears continued to flow, your heart shattering with each passing second. This was a betrayal you didn't know if you could ever forgive.

The air outside bites on your thighs and naked arms, but the chill was nothing compared to the icy grip of betrayal that had seized your heart. In that moment, you felt utterly alone, your world turned upside down by the devastating actions of the one person you thought you could always count on.

As you stormed away, the sound of Rafe's hurried footsteps reached your ears. "Please, (Y/N), wait!" he called out, his voice tinged with desperation.

You whirled around, your eyes burning with a fury that threatened to consume you. "What do you want, Rafe?" you spat, the words laced with venom.

He approached you cautiously, “look, I had no idea but if I did I would’ve—”

“No, Rafe. There’s nothing you can do. Nothing you can say that will make this right. Sarah…” Your voice broke, the mere utterance of her name like a knife to your heart. “She’s the one that broke my trust, she made her bed and now she has to lie in it. And I never wanna see her again or see anything that reminds me of her, that includes you.”

He watches you with a frown, but you continue anyways, “so please, don’t make me say things I’ll regret and just... leave me alone. I need time to process this, to figure out how I’m going to move forward without that backstabber, I can’t be around anything that reminds me of her.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, as if trying to hold the shattered pieces of your heart together. The tears continued to stream down your face, a testament to the depth of your pain.

“I’m so angry I could—” you end your words with a sigh as you look down at your slippers. Then you look up finding Rafe opened his mouth to speak.

Though when you’re about to hear what he has to say, the familiar surroundings of the conversation melted away, and you suddenly found yourself jolting awake, the vivid dream dissipating like mist in the morning light.

Your heart pounded, the remnants of the dream still clinging to the edges of your consciousness. The betrayal, the anger, the sense of shattered trust, it all felt so real, so visceral—because it was real. It was simply your mind replaying the most horrid memory of your entire life like a movie. A haunting echo of a reality you had faced years ago.

It’s almost 10 am when you finish getting ready for the day. Your mom is in the living room, looking like she already finished her morning run, and eating a breakfast sandwich while sipping her cafe latte.

“Good morning.” you greet, she greeted back while looking up from her phone then she let out a quiet gasp.

“Honey, you look horrible!” she commented, and set down her cup on the table while looking up at you with clear concern.

“Jesus christ, mom, what a nice thing to say to your daughter.” you sigh, walking to the kitchen as she followed you with her empty plate and cup. She set the utensils in the dishwasher. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” she said, then rounded to face you as you turned to switch on the burner.

“You look pale, and pretty exhausted.”

“Didn’t sleep well.” you respond, then crack an egg on the frying pan. Your mother sighed, still looking at your side profile while you concentrated on cooking.

Your mom leaned against the counter. “I heard about the car,” she said quietly, her voice laced with worry. “Rafe told me what happened.”

You kept your focus on the frying pan, feeling a mix of emotions at the mention of his name. Also feeling like telling her that you rear-ended Sarah’s boyfriend isn’t the best idea. So you just swallow that thought of telling her. “Did he also tell you that he came over? Just for a little,”

Your mom’s eyes widened while she smiled. “I had no idea! But why did he come over?” your cheeks slightly burn at the double meaning of her words, but you ignore it and answer truthfully. “I felt bad that we couldn’t have a proper date because of the accident and stuff, so when he dropped me home I told him I’ll make him a sandwich.”

She gives you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “That was considerate of you.”

While the egg is frying, you move to toast two slices of bread. Then you turn around to face your mother, “I’m having a girls’ day with Wheezie today.”

She raises an eyebrow. “How are you getting there? Do you really feel confident with Wheezie’s driving? She hasn’t even gotten her permit yet. Or are you taking an Uber?”

You shake your head, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Rafe doesn’t trust Ubers. He said he’ll drive us everywhere.”

She nods slowly, and doesn't speak for a few moments. “He’s a bit more old-fashioned than I thought for a guy his age.” The slices of toast shoot up, and you quickly take them out in a plate. “What do you mean?”

Your mother sighs, and you could tell she’s struggling to find words to deliver her point properly. “I mean, I knew he was a gentleman. I could see it in the way he treated all those ladies he took to all those parties and events. But I just… didn’t know he was old-fashioned.”

“Are you trying to say that you get bad vibes from him and that I should back off?” you ask, unwrapping a slice of american cheese and placing it on one of the toasts, you head to the gas stove and flip your egg into it and cover the egg with the other piece of toast.

You walk to the coffee machine and flick it open while you pretend like your life doesn’t depend on your mother’s next words. You trust her more than anyone, you trust her judgment and so if she tells you to abort the mission—you will.

It will hurt you, sure, because you genuinely like Rafe. The sole mention of his name brings butterflies and fuzz to your insides. But your mother knows best.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” You relaxed a bit, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “I just meant that it’s surprising, just…” she pauses and you glance over your shoulder when the machine beeps.

“Look, if he doesn’t ask you to be his girlfriend by next month—considering he is an old fashioned man, you’re gonna want to rethink things.”

Your mom’s words hang in the air as you turn to grab your coffee, trying to process what she just said. The kitchen is filled with the warm, comforting aroma of your breakfast, but the conversation has taken a turn that leaves you feeling unsettled.

Your heart skipped a beat at her words. You knew the urgency behind your actions. Your family’s financial situation was dire, and your feelings for Rafe were as strategic as they were genuine. You needed him to propose to secure your future, but you had to play it just right.

“Okay,” you said softly, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The kitchen was quiet for a moment. Finally, your mom spoke up again. “So, have you and Wheezie planned out what you’re going to do today? Any special plans or just a casual outing?”

You considered her question, a smile forming on your lips. “We’re planning to hit the mall, maybe get our nails done…some shopping, just spending time together.”

She smiles, “that sounds nice.”

When 10:30 am hits, and the sun is bright and shiny, Wheezie calls you.

“Hi Wheezie!” you answer, trying to keep your excitement in check.

“Hey!” Wheezie’s voice comes through bubbly and enthusiastic. “I’m so ready for today! I’ve been looking forward to this all week. I found a bunch of new stores I want to check out, and I heard there’s this amazing new nail salon that just opened. Are you excited?”

You chuckle at her excitement. “Totally! I’m looking forward to it too. It’s going to be a fun day.”

“Great! I’m so glad you’re up for it,” she gushes. “I can’t wait to spend some time together. I was thinking we could start with the mall, hit up a few stores, and then get our nails done. How does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect,” you say, smiling as you gather your things.

“Rafe and I are gonna be over at your house in like…” you hear her voice faint as she sets her phone slightly away, to ask someone a question. “Five minutes!” she answers, and you hear the sound of a door shutting behind her.

“See you in five,” you say and she hums before ending the call.

Despite it being less than five minutes in the clock on your phone, it still feels like the time was stretching forever. You hear the distinct noise of Rafe’s truck rolling down your street, you instantly wear your sunglasses and slip out the door.

As you walk toward the curb, you catch sight of Rafe in the driver’s seat, his eyes meeting yours through the window. Your cheeks flush with a warm blush, and you quickly look away, trying to shake off the sudden rush of nerves.

Wheezie’s figure appears as she rounds the front of the truck. You meet her halfway, and she practically launches herself into a hug, which you return with a big grin. She’s practically bouncing with excitement in her cute summer outfit, and you can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.

“Wheezie, oh lord, you look super cute!” you exclaim, holding her hand and twirling her around as she giggles uncontrollably.

“Says you!” she laughs, her cheeks flushed with happiness.

Wheezie then pulls you to the back seats of Rafe’s truck, and you softly greet him when your eyes meet before she pushes you inside the car. “Hi, Rafe.”

“Hey, sunglasses.” he comments, and your cheeks burn even harsher as you take them off when you enter his car.

Rafe starts the truck and pulls out of the neighborhood. As he drives, Wheezie continues to buzz with excitement, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “I’ve been checking out all these new stores, and I heard there’s a great sale at one of them. Plus, I have been looking all over pinterest for nails inspo and I found this.”

She takes out her phone and displays some pictures to you as you lean back in the seat, letting Wheezie’s excitement wash over you. The drive to the mall feels relaxed, with Rafe navigating through the traffic. You catch occasional glances of him in the rearview mirror, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of a smile that makes your cheeks warm again.

Wheezie’s chatter is contagious, and you find yourself joining in naturally. But when the conversation starts to wane a bit, Wheezie turns to Rafe with a curious expression.

“You know, I could’ve driven us to the mall,” Wheezie says playfully. “So, what are you going to do while we shop?”

Rafe chuckles, glancing at Wheezie through the rearview mirror. “I thought that as the driver I naturally get a pass to join in?”

Wheezie gives him a skeptical look. “Really? You think you can just tag along? We’re going to be all over the place.”

Rafe raises his eyebrows. “Come on, it could be fun. I’ll even help you pick out stuff.”

Wheezie starts to protest but then hesitates. “But you’ll probably get bored. We’re going to be in and out of so many stores.”

Wheezie mulls it over for a second, then relents with a slight grin. “Alright, fine. You can come. But you’re going to help us carry our shopping bags.”

“Deal.”

As Rafe parks the truck and you both climb out, you feel a wave of excitement wash over you. Wheezie heads towards the mall entrance with boundless energy, and you follow, glancing back at Rafe with a grateful smile.

“Thanks again, Rafe,” you say as you head inside. “We’ll be sure to make it worth your while.”

“No problem, and it already is worth it,” he says, leaning in slightly. As he does, he lowers his voice just enough so only you can hear. “I’m actually doing this to secretly spend some time with you.”

Your cheeks flush, and you look down, trying to hide your shy smile. “Oh, I see…well, I’m glad you’re here then.”

Rafe’s grin widens. “Glad to hear it.”

With that, you and Wheezie head into the mall, Rafe following close behind. You follow all of Wheezie’s whims, of entering any store she wants and giving her opinions on whatever she wants.

“How do I look?” Wheezie asked, her excitement bubbling over.

She was wearing a dress that fell gracefully around her, the vibrant colors and soft fabric making her look effortlessly stylish. She struck a few poses, clearly happy with the dress.

You took in the sight, your smile widening. “Wheezie, you look amazing. That dress is perfect for you!”

Wheezie beamed, looking at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. “Really? I wasn’t sure if it was too much, but I love it.”

Just then, Rafe wandered over from where he’d been browsing nearby. “You should get it.” Wheezie rolls her eyes at his hastiness in making a decision. “This isn’t how you shop, you’re too hasty, see this is exactly why I didn’t want you tagging with us.”

You giggle then comment, “I love it too, I think cool toned colors look great on you.” Wheezie then points at you, “see? This is how you shop, you analyze everything then make a decision.”

Rafe smirked and shrugged. “Fair enough. I guess I’ll leave the final decision to you two experts.”

Wheezie gave a satisfied nod and headed back to the fitting room to change out of the dress. Rafe turned to you with a curious look. “Didn’t you find anything you like yet?”

You glanced at him with surprise, then crossed your arms over your chest. You mulled over your answer for a moment. You couldn’t exactly tell him you were being cautious with your spending due to your family’s financial situation. With your dad’s bankruptcy looming over you, every penny counted. Sure, his savings can only hold you off for a few months, but you still need to be careful about how you spend it. In case this mission didn’t work out, not with Rafe or anyone or your family’s bankruptcy was found out—you’d need to flee to The Cut. You would need to have some money saved up to buy a small house that fits your family.

“Not yet,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “I haven’t found anything that really grabs my attention.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. “Aren’t you shopping for Midsummer? Seems like a perfect time to find something new.”

You shrugged slightly, attempting to keep your tone casual. “I actually already have a dress at home. I got it a few weeks ago, and it’s all altered and ready to go. So no need to buy anything else right now.”

Rafe’s expression softened, and he nodded. “Got it. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t missing out on anything.”

You appreciated his concern, even though you couldn’t share the full extent of your situation with him. “Thanks for checking. I guess I’m just being a bit picky today.”

Wheezie emerged from the fitting room, now dressed in her regular clothes. She looked at both of you with a satisfied smile. “All set. Ready to hit the next store?”

As you all moved towards the next store, you couldn’t shake the feeling of Rafe’s gaze lingering on you, and you wondered if he sensed there was more to your story than you were letting on.

When almost two hours passed, Wheezie bought a lot of things, making Rafe’s hands all busy with holding her shopping bags. She’s satisfied with her purchases, but not with any of yours—considering you didn’t buy a single thing, only a pink off shoulder blouse that Rafe paid for.

“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t buy anything, this was a shopping spree!” she whines, walking inside the nail salon inside the mall. You giggle and argue, “no it wasn’t, it’s a girls day. It’s not about the activity as much as it’s about the company.”

She stares at you, and tries her best to fight her widening smile that’s showing on her face. “Well, you’re so goddamn picky.”

“That, I am.” you add, then you both head to the counter and tell the girl at the counter your designs.

When you’re done showing your designs, the girl takes you to the manicure and pedicure station, from the corner of your eye you see Rafe sitting by the waiting chairs.

The nail salon wasn’t crowded, it only had you and Wheezie and two other girls.

Wheezie settled into her chair, still shaking her head in disbelief. “Seriously, just one blouse? You’re way too picky.”

You chuckled as you sat down next to her, giving a small shrug, “I know what I want, that’s all. And hey, I did get something.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, because Rafe practically forced you to buy it.”

You glanced over at Rafe, who was now seated in the waiting area, surrounded by shopping bags. He caught your eye and gave a small charming smile. Your cheeks warmed slightly, remembering how he’d insisted on paying for the blouse despite your protests.

He’s generous, perhaps it might’ve been all show for you—but you want to believe otherwise, and that he’s your perfect match.

“Yeah, well, it’s a nice blouse,” you said, trying to steer the conversation back.

Wheezie grinned, finally letting the subject drop as she relaxed into her seat. “Fine, fine. But next time I’m the one that’s choosing for you.”

You laughed softly. “Deal.”

As the nail technicians began their work, Wheezie kept the conversation going, talking about school, friends, and the latest gossip. You chimed in here and there, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Rafe. You could feel his presence, even from across the room, and it was both comforting and nerve-wracking.

You couldn’t help but steal another glance in Rafe’s direction. He was scrolling through his phone, looking perfectly content to wait for you both. It was a small thing, but the fact that he was willing to hang around all day just to spend time with his sister—and with you by extension—made your heart flutter.

Wheezie noticed your distraction and leaned over slightly. “He’s been staring at you, you know,” she whispered, a teasing glint in her eye.

You shot her a look. “Stop it, he’s just here for you.”

She shook her head, a knowing smile on her lips. “You keep telling yourself that.”

You tried to focus on your manicure, but Wheezie’s words echoed in your mind. Part of you wondered if she was right—if maybe, just maybe, there was more to Rafe’s presence today than just being a good big brother.

As the nail technicians finished up, Wheezie admired her newly polished nails with a satisfied grin. “Perfect! I love them.”

You glanced at your own nails, the design simple but elegant. “They did a great job,” you agreed.

Wheezie nodded, then turned her attention back to you. “Alright, what’s next on the agenda? Lunch? More shopping?”

Before you could answer, Rafe stood up, making his way over to the two of you. “How’d it go?” he asked, his eyes lingering on you for just a moment longer than necessary.

“Great!” Wheezie chirped. “Look at these!” She showed off her nails, and Rafe gave an approving nod.

“Nice,” he said, then turned to you. “And you?”

You showed him your nails, he took your fingertips into his hands to observe your nails better and you try not to think too much about his intense gaze. “I’m happy with them.” you answer.

“Good,” he said, his voice softening slightly. “Glad to see you enjoyed yourself.” he lets go of your hand and you stretch your fingers and ball them into a fist as you feel your face heating.

“I vote for lunch, by the way.” Rafe tells Wheezie.

“Cute that you think you have a say in this. (Y/N)?” she asks. You eye her sadly. “I’m pretty hungry myself, so my vote’s on lunch too.”

Wheezie giggles, “I’m starving too, but I just felt like being mean to Rafe considering he’s imposing on our girls day.”

“Hey, don’t I at least make a useful bag carrier?” he argues.

When you arrived at the restaurant, the atmosphere was lively, with a soft buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The waiter was polished and charming, with a warm smile that he directed at you just a little longer than necessary.

As you settle into the table, the waiter beams with an easy smile, his eyes subtly drifting to you as he places the menus on the table. “I recommend the special today,” he says, his voice smooth and confident. “But for someone with a keen sense of style, you might enjoy something a bit more refined.”

You smile back, appreciating his attentiveness but not fully engaging. “What would you suggest?”

He leans in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “For someone like you? The seared scallops with a citrus glaze. It’s light, elegant, and has just the right amount of zest.”

Rafe’s gaze sharpens slightly, though he stays quiet, watching the exchange with a faintly furrowed brow.

Before you can respond, Wheezie chimes in, completely unaware of the tension. “That does sound good! But what about the pasta? Is it actually as heavenly as they claim?”

The waiter straightens up, turning to Wheezie with a friendly nod. “The pasta is excellent, especially the carbonara. But if you’re in the mood for something with a bit of flair, I’d still recommend the scallops. Perfect for a special occasion.”

He glances back at you as he says the last part, his eyes lingering just a fraction too long. Rafe shifts in his seat, and you can practically feel the silent claim he’s staking.

“Well, I think I’ll try the carbonara,” Wheezie decides, her voice cheerful. “But I don’t know what my brother would do without you helping us out, right?” She gives a playful look to Rafe, who manages a tight smile.

“I’ll have the steak,” Rafe says, his tone clipped. Then he looks at you, his gaze softening slightly. “And for you?”

“I think I’ll go with the scallops,” you reply, handing the menu back to the waiter.

“Excellent choice,” the waiter says, his smile widening. “I’ll get that started for you.”

As he walks away, Rafe comments with a clipped tone, “seems like he’s taken a liking to you.”

Wheezie, oblivious to the undercurrent in his tone, pipes up, “I think he was just being nice! I mean, you’re really good at picking things that stand out. Maybe that’s what he meant.”

You chuckle, but Rafe’s expression stays serious. “Maybe. Or maybe he just doesn’t know when to back off.”

The rest of the meal continues with the waiter’s attentiveness, each time subtly directed more at you. He refills your drink before it’s empty, brings extra napkins without being asked, and even stops by to make sure your meal is perfect.

“You’ve really got this place figured out,” Wheezie teases, noticing the extra attention. “I bet he’s just hoping for a good tip.”

You laugh, trying to keep things light, “or maybe he’s just really good at his job.”

After the meal, when you’ve finished and the waiter brings the check, he gives you a smile. “I hope you enjoyed everything. If you ever need any more recommendations, I’m always here.”

“Thanks,” you say, keeping your tone polite but neutral.

As Rafe paid the bill, he was noticeably quicker to usher everyone out. He opened the door for you, his hand lingering on your back a moment longer than usual, as if silently reminding you of his presence.

The sky is lilac by the time you all exit the mall and head towards Rafe’s car. He’s silent, but Wheezie’s chatter fills the air enough that you almost don’t notice it.

Wheezie's voice bubbles with excitement. “Today was so much fun! We should do this more often. But seriously, you didn’t buy enough stuff. Next time, I’m forcing you to splurge.”

You chuckle, glancing at her as she hops into the back seat. “We’ll see about that. Maybe next time I’ll be the one carrying all the bags.”

Wheezie grins, buckling her seatbelt. “You better be! Oh, and did you see the way that waiter was all over you? Like, he was so obvious.”

Your cheeks warm slightly at her teasing, and you avoid Rafe’s eyes as you settle into the passenger seat. “He was just being nice. I’m sure he’s like that with everyone.”

“Yeah, right,” Wheezie scoffs, leaning forward between the seats. “I bet he’s never looked at anyone like that before. If Rafe hadn’t been there, he probably would’ve asked for your number.”

Rafe glances at Wheezie through the rearview mirror, his jaw tight. “Good thing I was there then, huh?”

Wheezie raises an eyebrow, picking up on the tension but choosing to keep things light. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But seriously, (Y/N), you could’ve at least flirted back a little. You know, just for fun.”

You laugh softly, trying to defuse the situation. “Trust me, Wheezie, I’m not that good at flirting. Plus, I was more focused on our girls’ day.”

“Yeah, right,” Wheezie scoffs. “Says Miss Popular, who had like…a ton of boyfriends in high school!”

“Oh stop it, High school was literally a lifetime ago and I’m so over it.” you protest, leaning close to playfully slap Wheezie’s arm to stop her from further teasing you.

As the car continues down the quiet street, you enjoy the relaxed conversation and the soothing background of Wheezie’s light-hearted commentary. The evening air is cool, and the glow of streetlights casts a warm hue inside the car.

When you pull up to Tannyhill, you help Wheezie take her bags inside to her room. Then she hugs you good bye and says in your ear, “I had such a great time today, next time it will be just us.”

You hum in agreement while rubbing circles in her back, “next time you’re invited to my house for a movie night.”

She breaks the hug with a gasp, “am I?!”

“Of course you are!” you answer, and she giggles in happiness.

You hug each other good-bye one last time and you run down the stairs to walk back to your home.

You’re not surprised to see Rafe waiting for you downstairs, but your heart leaps ten times by the time you approach him. You descend the stairs of the door threshold, he’s leaning casually against his truck. His eyes meet yours as you reach the bottom, and he pushes off the vehicle with a warm smile.

“Hey,” he greets, his voice gentle.

“Hey,” you reply, feeling a rush of excitement. “Thanks again for today. It really meant a lot.”

Rafe steps closer, his gaze softening as he looks at you. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I did too.”

The air between you is charged with a quiet intensity. Rafe takes a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts. “I’ve been thinking a lot about today and how much I enjoyed spending time with you.”

You meet his eyes, your heart pounding. “Me too. It was a lot of fun.”

Rafe’s smile grows, but there’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes. “I know we’ve only just started spending time together, but I really like where this is going. I’d like us to be more than just friends.”

You feel a flutter of anticipation. “What do you have in mind?”

Rafe’s eyes are earnest as he takes a step closer. “I want us to be together. To make it official. I think we have something special, and I’d like to see where it can go.”

It’s as if the whole world stopped rotating when your brain processes his words. It’s what you’ve been striving for. Your heart pounds even faster than you’ve ever felt in your life before, you blink in surprise as you watch him.

“I…I want that too, I’d like it a lot.”

Rafe’s expression brightens, and he reaches out to take your hand. “Great. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

The cool evening air feels more inviting than ever, and with Rafe by your side, the future suddenly seems full of endless potential. Though even with all of that, for some reason, it feels slightly strange that he asked you to be his girlfriend when you two didn’t even have your first date yet.

You’re scared of what your mother will say about this, about him asking you this question. So, you decide that the best answer for now is not to tell her that you are now Rafe’s girlfriend when he didn’t even take you out on a first date yet.

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ stupid expensive couch ୨୧

pairing: rookie!Leon Kennedy ♡︎fem + AFAB!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡, not proof read, smut, feeling of abandonment, implied non aftercare, crying after sex (lol), just so much smut lmg

summary: ʚ after hooking up with your best friend once, you two have to finally admit your feelings ɞ

words: 5019

AN: This is a very OOC representation of rookie leon just leave me alone <3, HEAVILY inspired by this audio :>also consent is not specifically asked for in this fic however it’s implied reader and leon have hooked up before and consent and boundaries were set then, neither party was taken advantage of!!

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“Leon, why aren’t you eating more of your going-away cake?” you mumble through the sheer fullness you felt. Leon's face flushed red from the alcohol, he shakes his head furiously “You can’t keep feeding me this stuff! It has so much sugar in it I swear!” Leon commented pointing to it. “What? Scared you're gonna get fat and they're gonna turn you away at the door? You have to be fit to be a policeman you know.” you mumble, taking yet another sip of your drink. The alcohol seemingly scratches your throat on the way down. “Mmm fuck.” you mumble setting your drink down. 

Leon gives you a fake and dramatic scoff, “I'm not gonna get fat from some horrible “cheese-cake” he mumbles with air quotes. “Hey, what's with the quotes?” you ask, biting your lip slightly and tracing the rim of your glass. “This isn’t cheesecake, y/n! It’s just candy!” he tells you leaning back on your couch. 

Ugh, the couch, your boyfriend- well… ex-boyfriend bought it. It was always the same with you, going after guys who never usually meant much to you. It’s not like you wanted to use them, you just wanted to fall in love! In love with anybody else except for Leon, your best friend in the whole wide world. 

Your best friend was moving to fucking Racoon City for fucks sake. “Whatever Leon, how are you feeling?” you ask through a small giggle, tilting your head to the side. Leon looks up at you, his eyes slowly filling with thoughts. That's always something you have known about him, as expressionless as his face tends to be; you can always see in his eyes what's wrong. Your eye contact only holds for a moment before he looks down at the base of your coffee table. 

He lets out a deep sigh before looking up again, this time not at you. You could see it, he was searching for words. “I'm nervous I mean, they tell me to stay away from the place the week I'm about to start? What does that mean? I’ve already looked it up but I can't find anything online about it.” he rambles, standing up. 

The alcohol must have hit him… you let out a small giggle. “I meant the drinks, Leon,” you say eyes following his pacing. “Oh… well fine then. I’m barely even buzzed,” he says walking back over to the couch and sitting down. You smile looking down, Leon lets out a borderline pornographic moan as he lays back on the couch. “My god Leon!” you exclaim looking at him. 

He lets out a toothy grin, “Hey this couch is very comfortable… are you still paying this thing off?” He asks, sitting back up again, reaching for his drink. You open your mouth to tell him that you did not pay a penny for it and instead your ex-’boyfriend’ bought it for you because he was *going* to move in before you broke up with him. 

Leon doesn’t let you get a word out though, he moves the cup down from his lips and swallows. “Oh wait I forgot your boyfriend bought it for you heh, you little couch princess,” he mumbles the last part into the cup before drinking again. Ah Leon, ever the flirt. “No Leon I didn’t pay for the couch and me and *him* broke up,” you say avoiding his eyes and taking a swig yourself. This was not going to be an easy conversation. 

“Oh..” Leon's voice was quiet as he looked down at the table. No matter how drunk or unexpressive he may be, it was clear to you the disappointment and regret on his face. Your stomach suddenly swirled, maybe you shouldn't have eaten so much of that cheesecake and then used it to soak up alcohol. You quickly set the glass down nervously rubbing your sides. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.” He mumbles, gesturing with his hands. “It’s ok Leon, honestly it's been a few months,” you confess, looking at him. You can feel a small anger bubble in him. “Fuck really? You wanna talk about it?” he asks scooting ever so closely. Your heart falls as he shifts forwards. Fuck you thought, booze was liquid confidence. You were feeling very confident, just dizzy. 

“No, not really,” you mumble feeling the heat from his body. He was so warm… I mean in a heated apartment in jeans and a sweatshirt… plus he was probably drunk right now. “You care, Leon?” you ask, a small amount of surprise seeps up through your throat and into your words. His eyebrows furrow. “Yes of course I fucking care. I mean it makes sense you two broke up I mean fuck it's getting pretty late, there are drinks and well he isn’t here you know? I wouldn't be comfortable letting you go have drinks with another guy late at night if we were dating.” he says, moving his elbows to his mid-thighs and using his hands to talk. 

He doesn’t seem to know what he is saying. You two dating, god it sounds like a bad nightmare being desperately in love with your best friend and him joking about dating you. You're not sure what to say, your mouth is drying up. “You couldn't have told me this when we called the other week?” he asks, getting loud. Fuck, no not the calls. The calls you two would spend together with each other for hours, desperately flirting with him even when you were ‘dating’ someone. 

Again you go to open your mouth but just like on the calls you can’t bring yourself to say anything, it would ruin it all. “I knew you weren’t doing in a good place but fuck y/n you don’t tell me anything anymore. I know what you said ok, about us being different after we did what we did but I thought we were still best friends!” he rambles, his alcohol fueling his anger. A raging fire that's been there for some time. 

‘After we did what we did’ are words you never wanted to hear tonight. It hadn't been your fault entirely; it takes two people to tango. But taking your best friend's virginity and then leaving before he even fell asleep after… you felt sick. You hadn't meant for it to happen, you didn’t want it to go down the way it did. You were barely giving him anything as he is near crying from happiness… The L bomb nearly slipped out. 

The memories from that night flooding back to you. Your drunk brain is finally losing the internal battle you fought with yourself. Finally pulling him in for a kiss. Telling him that it would change us. It didn’t seem to matter to him though. It was disappointing, for both of you… You only had the guts to go so far before you backed out.

Jerking him off then telling him you couldn't deal with anymore that night, letting him lay down, and then leaving him in that stupid hotel. You swallowed thickly being brought back to the present. A not-so-innocent Leon looking back at you. “Leon I-” you finally started your voice shaky, “No don’t ‘Leon’ me! Why don’t you tell me anything anymore? For Christ's sake, I didn’t even know you had broken up with your boyfriend. I know that dress y/n… when you get sad you buy things, for yourself or your apartment. If you bought something new you would have worn it tonight, for me but you didn’t. You’re wearing that fucking dress…” he points to you, you look down really it wasn’t anything bold. Very simple in fact. Just a tight black dress with a red streak on the side.

Your face heated up. God, he knew you so well. “I knew something was wrong because I saw all your new apartment decorations y/n, I saw them on the call ok? You would never normally buy this shit. I knew you were struggling and I couldn't bear to ask you if you were ok because I already knew the answer to that question. If I had asked you that question,” he leaned in forward. His breath was laced with sweets and liquor… “You would have lied and told me you were doing fine,” he says almost out of breath.

You were out of words watching him, he had stepped back now going back to his pacing. You bit your lip looking at him, he was waiting for you, To say something, anything you supposed. You couldn't keep disappointing him. “It’s always been the same for me, Leon! What else do you want to hear?” you question trying to ignore the sadness weighing on your chest. 

“Please talk to me y/n! You never talk anymore, you never tell me anything and it makes me wonder…” he starts and you can almost see tears in his eyes. “Wonder?” you ask. “Yes y/n wonder, do you ever talk about me anymore? I know we aren’t in school anymore but you still talk to people from school I know you do!” he almost shouts. God why? Why did he have to know you so well>

“Do you ever mention my name? Does anyone else mention my name? Ask how I am. What do you say y/n? Do you say ‘Oh Leon is doing great he is gonna be a cop!’ Is that what you say knowing you don’t know me anymore?” he asks chest heaving. Fuck he looked so pretty all worked up like this. You couldn't help but think about him like that. It’s how you got into this mess in the first place. 

The truth was you didn’t talk about him with anyone, no one except yourself. You couldn't bear it, saying anything about him that is. You would ruin things if you did. “Did you tell him about me? Your couch-buying boyfriend?” it was clear he was jealous as he always has been. He is a gentle person when he wants to be. Never telling you how when a guy would wrap his arms around you it made him sick. He never said it but you saw it in his eyes, you knew it was true. “Did you tell any of your ‘boyfriends’ about me? Huh? About how you fucked me?” he asks, his voice going quiet. 

His chest fell and rose. His anger flowed out of him. “Leon I’m so-” you try to stand up too, but again his eyes betray him. Guilt floods over his features. “No please I’m sorry I shouldn't have said all that, I know it’s not what you wanted to hear.” His voice was soft, unlike the borderline yelling from his a second ago. “You know I always promise myself I’m never gonna see you again, you know?” he asks, sitting down again. Your heart falls even deeper into your body. 

“I promise myself every time I leave here that this will be the last time. I will leave and never come back until you're marrying some stupid rich guy. Every time I see your name on my phone asking to call my heart fucking sinks. Because you have trapped me, and I can’t get out. I know that I can’t hold myself back when I see you. I will flirt and plead and beg for you even if you don’t see it. God I want you so fucking bad.” he mumbles, burying his face into his hands. 

Your heart is thumping. You're so scared, this is all you have ever wanted. Maybe you didn’t need to be so scared… “It always goes the same way for me, Leon,” you mumble, he peaks up at you moving his fingers from covering his eyes. Your head was spinning with nerves, your brain screaming at you not to tell him what you so desperately wanted to. Your heart was pleading for something else… and for the first time. You listened to your heart.

“I always fall for some stupid guy who turns out isn’t what I want so I freak out and break up with whoever it is. I never like the guys I date because, well I don't want to date them! I want to date you, so badly. No guy can ever replace you. And I’m so sorry I do this to you. This little cat-and-mouse game. I keep pulling you along for shit I know I shouldn't. I’m sorry for ever fucking you in the first place. I should have done it right… you looked so fucking perfect that night. You were just wanting to be loved by me and I screwed it all up. I got scared so I ran. It's what I always do.” you ramble letting your years-long feelings finally seep to the surface. 

Leon was still covering his face with his hands but you can tell by his dreamy eyes that he is happy. Of course, he is. “But I'm trapped too, I ran from you only to run right back. You never want to see me again because of the way I push and pull you.” you sit back down facing him finally. “Flirting with you because I can’t bear to let you go completely yet I can’t commit enough to be with you because I’m so scared. I would do anything to change that night, to give it my all, and love you the way you deserve. But I can’t go back. I can only try and fix what I have done now.” you had started crying. Your face is tear-stained. 

The room went silent minus your occasional sniffles and deep breaths. Leon slowly drops his hands from his face, a very big red blush dusting beautifully on his features. You give a small breathless chuckle licking your lips slightly. The silence seemed like it filled the room. A small tension sewing its way between the two of you. 

“Thank you. For uhh saying that. I thought about that night a lot since it happened. It felt like my dream was coming true but it wasn’t. Jesus, I even cried after you left. You must think I'm so pathetic.”  he mumbles wiping his hands on his face. Your face fell, “I don't think your pathetic Leon.” you say scooting next to him and grabbing his hands. 

His face looking at yours. “I'm so sorry for what I put you through, and you're very brave. I mean fuck, you want to risk your life to help others. You're Not pathetic for crying after I left. Ok?” you spoke in a hushed serious tone. That was a rare occurrence for you and Leon. He just smiled nodding slightly but you weren’t gonna have that. Your hand comes up to his jaw, “Ok?” you ask again, and he gives you a sheepish smile. “Yeah ok,” he mumbles, this Leon contrasted the one from earlier. He was mad or loud and he was happy. 

A tone seemed to have shifted between you too. “Do you think we should try that night over again?” you ask, letting your eye fall into a half-lidded pose. You lean towards him. His eyes widen ever so slightly, you could almost hear his heart rate increase. “What?” he asks. Oh how different this Leon was… so shy and cute. 

You smirk, pushing his arms over his head. You used the pressure your hands had to hoist yourself on his lap. “W-Hat are you doing? Why are you getting on my lap?” he whined, unconsciously bucking his hips as you slid onto him. “Shhh,” you whisper smirking, pressing your finger against his mouth. He gives you the most pathetic look staring up at you.  

You move your finger from his mouth, leaning down. Leon leaned forward, his lips meeting yours. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as a whine left his mouth. Your hand slowly moved to his neck squeezing it just a little. His hands found your hair entangling with his right hand while his left hand gripped your neck.

He was already getting worked up, his dick hardening underneath you. You moved back letting yourself catch your breath. “You told me you play a game of cat and mouse with me right?” he mumbled, biting his baby pink lips. “Good job listening,” you mumble in a condescending tone. Leon's eyes shift to an intense stare. 

“I wouldn't mind if we kept playing… you as the cat and me as the mouse?” he asks, his voice raising in pitch, batting his eyelashes. You smirk, “Yeah I think I can arrange that baby.” you say pushing yourself off of his lap and walking over into your room. Leon smirks watching you walk to your room. 

After a minute has passed you hear Leon’s voice from your living room. “What's taking so long?” you playfully roll your eyes. “Hold tight Leon!” you yell from, chuckling slightly. Leon shifts in his seat with anticipation. He couldn’t wait for whatever you had planned for him. He heard your soft patterns come out of your room and he turned his head. He saw you had a rope in your hand. “When the fuck did you get a rope?” he asks, looking at it. 

Your hand leaves the rope to land a smack across his face. Leon whimpers at the impact, “Fuck I’m sorry, you can tie me up.” he whines out bucking his hips. “Good boy,” you murmur, rubbing your hands against his face. “Can I get naked please?” he asks, trying to give you the most innocent eyes possible.

It seemed to have worked because you started pulling down his pants and boxers. He took this as a yes and took his shirt off. He was now completely bare sitting against the very comfortable couch. “Can I tie you up now?” you ask, admiring his body. “Fuck yeah you can, god I wanna be your whore so badly,” he whined. You raised your eyebrow at his enthusiasm. He put his hands behind his back for you. You push his head down exposing the back of his neck. 

You began tying his hands together and kissing his neck. “Ahh fuck.” he mumbles feeling the fibers burn his wrists. You fist a bit of the hair on the back of his pulling his head back up. You let your fingers trace over his thighs, moving slowly towards Leon’s almost completely rock-hard cock. It was flushed with pink and dripping with pre-cum. 

You leaned down kissing him again finally letting your hand glide up to his cock. Gripping the base of it, Leon moaned into your mouth. You moved your hand painfully slow up and down on his cock. “Fuck please…” he whimpered. You pulled away from him, “Please I need to see you too.” he whined out of breath. 

You pushed his shoulders back so he hit the couch. You slid the dress off your body revealing your entire body. You had decided against wearing panties. Leon’s eyes raked over you. “Fuck I should have known you wouldn’t wear any panties. You knew you were gonna fuck me huh?” he growled looking at you. 

You slapped him again, his blush matching the bright red color on the right side of his face he adored. “Fuuuck,” he mumbled, looking back at you. “Please let me see your fucking pussy.” he whined trying to buck his hips into the air, his cock slapping his tummy. “Yeah, you wanna see my pussy? Yeah?” you asked, leaning down to Leon who was rapidly shaking his head ‘yes’. “Please, please, please Mommy,” he begged, his face bright red.

You sat down right next to him, the pudge of your thighs touching his. You spread your legs apart. Leon gasping at your body. Your left hand moving back to his cock, your right hand moving to your clit. You moved both of your hands gathering your slick occasionally with your right hand. 

Leon was in heaven breathing rapidly watching you pleasure yourself while jerking him off. It was fucking beautiful but this isn’t how he wanted to cum. “Please, let me eat you out…” he whined looking at you. You slowed your ministrations. “You don't wanna cum?” you asked with feigned pity. “I do but..” he whined looking at your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. “Fuck I want you to use me. I want you to cum first please, god I will do anything.” his voice was exasperated.

Sweat dripped down his face, his lips swollen, cock red and dripping with his arousal. You bite your lip looking at him. “Fuck please oh my god I want you to sit on my face so bad.” he damn near screamed struggling against his ropes and bucking into the air. “Beg,” you murmur. “Please Mommy, you have to let me eat you out. I know you want to come, please let me do it. Fuck! Please please please!!” he was screaming now.

Your hand slapped over his mouth, tears rolling down his cheeks onto your hand. “You can eat me out baby calm down.” you ensure, staring at your sobbing partner. Cue the rapid “Thank yous/ your so good/ use me’s” he was dripping with tears, sweat, and precum. You straddled his head holding just about his face. “Are you sure Le- baby? I don't wanna crush you,” you say, hand rubbing the side of his face. “I WANT you to crush me, sit down please!” he begs trying to lift his head to your aching cunt. 

You managed to keep his head down with your hand. “Ok baby if you're sure,” you murmur, you gently sit down. Your thighs smothering Leon’s face. You feel his tongue start moving in and out of your sopping cunt. You gasp feeling the burning pleasure slowly start building in your lower tummy.

“Leon- fuck.” you let out a whimper, white-knuckling the couch. You couldn't understand most of what Leon was screaming into your cunt but sounded a lot like. “Fuck fuck fuck! God your so cunt is so good. That's it ride my fucking face.” whatever he was saying was vibrating your clit making his tongue feel even better. 

You went to sit up to give him some room to breathe but that was a mistake. “What are you doing, please? Come back I need you to use me like a free-use whore, fuck!” he was screaming again. Next to thrashing around for your cunt again. 

Your hand landed on his cheek bringing him out of his tantrum. His pupils were blown, still gasping for breath. “You need to catch your breath before you get to eat me out again,” you warn. “I don't wanna breathe! Just fuck me!.” he growls. You bring your hand up to his throat squeezing. “Don't be mean you know you want to. I'm just a free dick and mouth for you. You and your beautiful body. I'm just here to please you. I’m just a fucking whore.” he whines at you, wrists burning from the rope. 

“I'm not letting you taste my cunt again, just for that,” you growl, which makes his head spin. He can’t even throw another fit before you make him lay down. “Of course you make me lie down, you know my hands are still tied so I can’t do anything. M just a lil free use toy for my mommy.” he was teasing you…

You straddle his dick, slowly sinking into him. He unintentionally bucks up, dick hitting your cervix. “Ah, fuck I’m sorry I didn't mean to do that.” Leon mumbles and for the first time tonight gave you an earnest look. “Heh, it's ok Leon don't worry. Are you doing ok? Need anything right now?” he was balls deep inside of you and you were asking if needed anything…

Leon could have sworn he would have come just then. “No- no I’m good!” he says adjusting his hips, cock somehow slipping deep inside you. “Good,” you mumble, and you began moving up and down on him. Your hands brought up to your tits groping them.

“You like watching me play with myself on you baby?” you ask, to which he can only feverishly nod ‘yes’. Words have escaped Leon, his edging from earlier coming back in tenfold. “M gonna cum.” he whimpers out in fear. “Don’t wait for me first ok?” you mumble, feeling the coil in your tummy tighten your cunt hungrily absorbing Leon’s cock. “Fuck!” he shouts, wrists almost bleeding from how hard he was pulling them.

Leon’s brain was going completely blank, his neurons only able to produce TV static. “Please momma, you can come on my cock I know you can, fuck! You're so beautiful I can’t take it anymore! Just come Mommy for me please!” Leon begs his voice almost whispering. 

“God your such a good fucking whore Leon,” you mumble, hands white knuckling the couch, bouncing your body up and down. Feeling your coil snap, cunt clenching around his cock. He clenches his jaw watching the most beautiful thing he has ever seen before in his life. Your eyes roll back with fever that makes him dizzy. 

Your head falls back beads of sweat dripping on your face and neck. Cunt swallowing up his dick. Fucking hell he was in heaven. Your orgasm dies down, as you ride yourself through it. You are only able to give Leon a little nod, and he lets his orgasm rip through his body. “Fuck fuck fuck, y/n.” he whimpers, hot cum shooting inside of your cunt. 

Both of you were breathing rapidly, eyes interlocking. “Good job Leon,” you mumble kissing his hairline. Slowly moving off of his dick cum leaking out of you. “Can you sit up for me?” you ask, trying not to let it come spilling off of your thighs. “Y-yeah,” he whispers while sitting up. His back was hot and sweaty. Beads of sweat dripped down. 

You made quick work of the rope taking it off, your stomach turning slightly at the bright red and freshly bruised marks. You kiss his wrists ruffling his hair slightly. He gives you a puppy-like gleam, fuck he was so adorable. “Would you be ok if I left you for a second to clean up?” you asked, cupping his face. 

“Mhm! I’ll be right here heh,” Leon said, you pulled him into a kiss before letting him go to clean yourself up. You went pee and grabbed a towel for him as well as a glass of water. You needed to do this right for him this time. You were going to make sure you never made the same mistake again twice. 

Unfortunately, as you feared when you walked back into the living room Leon didn’t look ok. “Baby? Leon? Should I not have left? Are you ok?” you ask, rushing over to him, setting the water and towel down next to the couch. Leon's face was red but not with a blush but with tears. They prickled at the corners of his eyes, your arms pulling him close to you. A small sob racked through his body, hands covering his face as he fell into your touch. 

“I’m so sorry Leon, I know this has probably been hard for you. I’m so sorry for that. I’m going to do better, I promise nothing we just did was real. It’s all pretend pretty boy. You're not a whore, your safe with me ok? I’m going to work hard to earn your trust ok?” you whisper into his ear, slowly stroking his hair. You know he can hear you, you also know letting him cry might be the best thing right now. 

This no doubt has brought up a lot of feelings for him, and that's ok. “Can you try taking some deep breaths? You don’t have to stop breathing but I need you to breathe ok?” you ask in the softest voice you can muster. You place your hands on his chest. He nods against your thighs, wet tears smearing around. You can feel him calling himself down with the occasional hiccups. “Good job.” you praise kissing the back of his neck. 

You coddled him for a few more minutes before he agreed to let you clean him up a bit. He sat like a kicked puppy on the couch letting you use the soft microfiber towel to clean around his groin and tummy. Holding his cup of water with both of his hands gulping some of it down.

He was quietly staring at your hands to clean him up. “Do you want a bath or a shower?” you ask, setting the towel on the side. “Um, can we have a shower please?” He asks, still feeling off from everything. You take his cup of water, set it down, and help him up to the shower, turning it on at the perfect temperature that nearly melted Leon as he stepped in. 

“I’m sorry for crying, I just got reminded of that night. I felt so alone,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “Hey don’t say sorry for crying I’m sure you felt a lot. Let’s get you clean ok?” he nods, before wrapping his arms around you. “I’m not sure how this is going to work between us but if you want I would love to be your boyfriend.” He whispers into your ear. 

You pull away from the hug hot water dripping down your bodies. “I would love to be with you Leon,” you whisper, kissing him. His hands snake around your waist pulling you flush against him. The two of you melding your bodies together. 

After a very loving shower to contrast the feelings of earlier you two got dressed (you forced Leon into one of your shirts that was too short for him but you certainly didn’t mind. His arms wrapped around you, his nose nuzzling into your neck. His soft snores filled the room. You never wanted to let go of this moment. 

If only you two knew what lay ahead of Leon in Racoon City…

[littlemissthunderstorms]

gorgeous

alex turner x fem reader

i don’t really know how to summarize it, so just read and find out!! it’ll be a fun little surprise! (also i quoted a line from better than the movies in here, i just finished that book and i LOVED it so dearly)

i couldn’t choose just one song 😣

late afternoon was dull. rain poured outside and the sky was grey, adding to the melancholy of the day. as you sit on the couch next to your best friend alex, you couldn’t help but stare at the rain pattering against the window, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. you had just recently broken up with your boyfriend, you realized he wasn’t the one and it made you sad. it was easy to let your thoughts spiral, you wondered if you’d ever find your person, if anyone would ever love you that much. could you be loved? you didn’t want to be lonely forever and then become an old lady living alone with her fifty cats in an old apartment. would you die alone? oh my god and then who would even take care of the cats? would anyone even know you died? what if- “ahem.” you jumped slightly, raising your eyebrows at alex who was looking at you with a funny expression, accompanied by a head tilt.

“soo movie or no?” alex chuckled. “you ruined my train of thought.” you smiled as you kicked him playfully. alex had always been your best friend, you had always been there for eachother and this was no different. he’d been hanging out at your house practically the second your boyfriend had moved out and you didn’t mind at all. alex laughed softly, brown eyes not leaving yours. as you gazed at the boy, your smile faded into a frown, your earlier thoughts returning to haunt you. alex noticed this, furrowing his brows. “you alright?” you hadn’t really allowed yourself to overthink too much since your boyfriend left, and now that you had really thought about being alone, it destroyed you. anxiety plagued you, filling you only with distress and thoughts of loneliness.

“i dunno.” you shifted your gaze to your lap, fiddling with your rings. “you wanna talk about it?” alex shuffled closer to you on the couch. you shrugged, eyes still fixated on your lap, averting his gaze. “is it about him?” you noticed how close alex was, causing your heart to race a little faster. “um- no.” you paused. “well, yes, related. i mean, it’s not exactly about him, like the fact that i miss him or anything. which i dont. not really. that seems kinda mean, but it’s true.”

you looked up at alex nervously to find him looking back at you, silently urging you to continue talking. “its just- i’m nervous i’ll never find anyone. sounds fucking stupid now that i’m saying it aloud but um..” you gulped nervously. alex eyes were soft and caring and the effect he had on you right now was concerning. nevertheless, you continued.“i’m scared to be alone forever, i just want to love someone and be loved. and i’m so scared thats not going to happen and i’m scared nobody will ever find me pretty enough to love me. i dont know.” you weren’t even thinking now, the storm of anxiety that occupied your mind now letting loose. “i’m just nervous i guess. i dunno, its silly.” you sighed “maybe i’m just overthinking.”

you kept your gaze on your lap as you finished your rant, too flustered to look at alex. he was close. really close. why was your stomach all swirly? the thunder outside filled the silence for a few moments. alex grabbed your hand, causing you to meet his eyes. “hey. don’t think like that. you’re gorgeous.” the way alex was talking to you, the way he was looking at you, soft brown eyes shimmering in the candlelight, all smiley and sweet. it was getting hard to breathe. you were so distracted by him that you forgot to respond. “thank you.” you muttered pathetically, making him chuckle softly, hand not leaving yours. the house was quiet besides the muffled sound of thunder and rain from the nasty storm outside that was getting more intense by the minute. candles and lamps emitted a soft glow throughout the room, casting faint shadows on the walls.

the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. your eyes darted down to his lips for a split second before quickly looking back up at his eyes. shit. don’t look at his lips don’t look at his lips. the tension was so thick you were sure lightning was bound to strike between you two any second. the house was too quiet. was he getting closer? you nervously broke eye contact for a split second, your stomach fluttering as you looked back at him. he didn’t move, eyes still locked on yours. your face heated. “um- so what movie did you wanna wat-“you didn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were all over yours, nose pressed into your cheek and hand cupping your face. he kissed you like it was his job and he wanted a raise. you eagerly kissed him back, squeezing his hand tightly as you brought your other hand up to rest on his shoulder. he leaned over you, gently pressing you against the arm of the couch as he kissed the shit out of you. you brought your free hand to grab ahold of his hair, deepening the kiss which elicited a sigh out of him.

the intensity of the kiss increased as a strike of lightning illuminated the sky for a few moments, a loud boom of thunder following, rumbling the ground. you pushed your hand up his shirt, his skin warm. his tongue slid across yours. his hands were in your hair. your leg was wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened, teeth colliding and soft sighs filling the air. another rumble of thunder shook the ground and just like that, the lights were out. you broke the kiss, the two of you gasping for air. the room was dark, almost pitch black.

and if it weren’t for the soft light of the streetlamps, the glow of the candle in the other room, or the incandescent moonlight, you might’ve not been able to see alex smiling down at you.

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hope this made you giggle and kick your feet, goodnight!

ps. this is like my third time writing anything ever so if it’s bad don’t come for me

[hanasnx]

Hop hop 🐇 what's the mood today indybug? Because I'm thinking about cheating on Brian with ya. He's got a couple years on me, you know, at least 7, doesn't fucking take me seriously and he's always looking at other girls at the meets. Sometimes, when it's just me and him in a big group of his friends, he'll put his hands all over me but won't even acknowledge me when I speak, it makes me so angry I could scream. It's been happening more and more and you're my friend, I can always go to you to complain when my boyfriend's pissing me off, so I do. I even know what you'd say, you've said it before, "I don't like you with guys like that."

"yeah," I'd say, drawn out like a sigh, like I'm agreeing but it's clear I won't do a damn thing about it. So now here you are; there's a pretty girl on your couch crying about her boyfriend again, in the tiniest skirt you've ever seen, her bra peaking out from the neckline of her shirt, fat tits spilling out. It must be annoying, must be frustrating, this bitch is a tease, stupid too, the way she lets men treat her...

But at least I'm easy though, huh bug? It isn't hard to get me on my stomach, ass out while you fuck me good and hard and ask if this the attention I was looking for when I came over. "Brain just leaks outta those ears with a cock in you huh? Is it good? Yeah that dick got you fucked up, huh dons?"

"indyyyy," my voice is whiney and muffled into the cushion of the couch. "Feels so fucking good, want you deeper— ah!!." You give me a good thrust just to hear the way my sentence stops short with a moan.

"I know baby, don't fall on me, ass up c'mon. Fuck that pussy down on this dick, that's fucking right baby. Brian's not hittin' it right huh? I can tell, look how hungry this pussy is for me." Your thumb finds my pussy, rubbing against it to feel the stretch and movement of your big cock going in and out, and the way I twitch when I cum all over it.

You're sweet enough to let me cuddle up to you when we're done. Straddling your lap, arms wrapped around your neck and pressing kisses against your warm, damp skin. Your hands graze the curves of my body, squeezing the fat of my thighs, my ass my waist, and my tits press against your chest. But when I pull away and ask if I can kiss your lips, the scoff you give betrays your body language, a little mean, a little dismissive, you tell me "nah I don't kiss cheaters." It makes me blush with embarrassed but I laugh along anyway.

"you won't tell him right?" I've got gentle fingers rubbing your jaw, brushing your hair out of your face, laying it on thick and sweet now that I've got my fill of rough dick.

You laugh again and take your face outta my hands and give my ass a hard squeeze. You've got a half smile on your lips, "Yeah, yeah whatever." Knowing you mean it when you say you'll keep it a secret, i grin and kiss you on the cheek.

🐇Hop hop might have gone overboard

-donnieeeeeee

YOU FREAK. you fucking freak donnie.

"I don't like you with guys like that." ive literally told you that irl. "there's a pretty girl on your couch crying about her boyfriend again, in the tiniest skirt you've ever seen, her bra peaking out from the neckline of her shirt, fat tits spilling out" "this bitch is a tease, stupid too, the way she lets men treat her..." can you shut the fuck up. oh mygod. the fat tits bit.. you know just what i like donnie. calling yourself stupid <3 thats my fucking sweet spot. i just hate the way you let men treat you, i can treat you so much worse

im finding myself quoting whole paragraphs like this one: "But at least I'm easy though, huh bug? It isn't hard to get me on my stomach, ass out while you fuck me good and hard and ask if this the attention I was looking for when I came over. "Brain just leaks outta those ears with a cock in you huh? Is it good? Yeah that dick got you fucked up, huh dons?"" because its that good and i cant pick out individual lines. the use of dons especially bcos thats one of my fave nicknames i call you

""I know baby, don't fall on me, ass up c'mon. Fuck that pussy down on this dick, that's fucking right baby. Brian's not hittin' it right huh? I can tell, look how hungry this pussy is for me."" this dialogue piece sounds just fucking like me man we talk way too damn much. this couldve come right out of my own brain

the bit about the kiss, about how i dont kiss cheaters, taking my face outta your hands and grab your ass, "yea yea whatever" oh donnie you killed this

[ynbabe]

Lockwood & Co. Incorrect quotes, pt.6

Before Lucy 

Y/n: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks! Anthony: Why would I do that? Y/n: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

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*The Squad is eating dinner* George: Can you pass the salt? Anthony: *throws Y/n across the table*

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George, after Anthony did something stupid: You should have realised, Anthony, if Y/n didn't kill you, I would have.

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Y/n: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk? Anthony: The final boss. George: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right? Y/n: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

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Anthony, in love: How do you do that? Y/n, after having done something dumb: I'm fearless. George, having introduced the idiots and now regretting it: When we were kids, I saw you run from bees. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad. Y/n: I'm mostly fearless.

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Y/n: My aesthetic is "would be sentenced to the chair by DEPRAC."

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Y/n: Who hurt you? Anthony, always on the edge of a mental breakdown: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Y/n, pulling out ALOT of iron/silver weapons: ...Yes, actually.

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Anthony: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?! Y/n: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long line of violence. Anthony: Oh... George, from across the room: *from across the room* I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that.

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Y/n: It’s not gonna work, I’m not a snitch. George: Fine, let's try something else. Tag a friend you recently committed a crime with. Y/n: Lmao, @Anthony.

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Anthony: I hate you. Y/n: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

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Anthony, after a fight with Y/n: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was changing her name to Y/n.

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Y/n, grave-robbing: I’m going to hell. Anthony, there for a case: Probably. Y/n: I'll pick you up? Anthony: *nodding* Carpool.

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Anthony, pissed : Y/n! I thought you were dead! Y/n, back after running away for a year: No, just in deep cover. Anthony, about to lose his mind: ...But it was an open casket. Y/n, little scared now: It was very deep.

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Y/n: Hold on, I can explain! Anthony: Really? Can you now? Y/n: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

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Since Lucy

George, trying to joke: Hey, Joe said he's coming over this afternoon. Y/n, expecting a ‘delivery’: Cool. George: Do you know who Joe is? Y/n: JOE MAMA! Anthony, not even looking up from his phone: Damn, that backfired.

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Y/n, just back home: Do you cook? Lucy: I made a cake once. Anthony: Yeah, it was good. Lucy: Really? Anthony: Don’t make me lie twice, Luce.

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Y/n, back from sneaking around for state secrets: Anthony! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Anthony, pissed at her: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

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Anthony: For most of human history, vehicles had automatic collision avoidance and could even take you home if you were asleep or drunk. But then we got rid of the horse. George: You complete moron. You stupid fucking idiot. "Cars would be better if they could bite and shit" – that was you just now, dumbass. George: "Wouldn't it be cool if cars could piss? Wouldn't it be cool if cars could fuck?" Fuck off. Y/n: It would be cool if cars could fuck. Lucy: We... We still have horses.

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Anthony, to Y/n, since they’re sharing a room,: I'm leaving for the weekend, so I hid 100 dollars in your side of the room for food. Clean your side and you will find it.

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Lucy: It’s funny how well you and George get along. Didn’t they hate you at first? Y/n: George hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

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Y/n: I just found out from Lucy today that when I ‘died’ and George threw my weapons in the grave, Anthony said, “You should aim one at the coffin to be sure.”

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Y/n: I give up. I am so tired. George: Get the emergency supply! Lucy: *carries Anthony and throws him in front of Y/n* Anthony: *smiles* Y/n: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

[sorry-moots]

Foot-in-the-Door Technique

“Foot-in-the-door technique is a compliance tactic that aims at getting a person to agree to a large request by having them agree to a modest request first.”

just something short for bakugou while i work on chapter 12 of my ongoing series description: ua is a college level school, all characters are 18+, reader is implied to have a quirk, quirk is not specified characters featured: bakugou cws: language, bakugou calls reader a dumbass bitch, mention of death but it's just a joke wc: 598

Bakugou loves to show off, so it’s easy to get him to do stuff for you. All you have to do is make yourself seem as pitiful as possible. It’s actually insane how well this works.

"Bakugouu, can you open this bottle for me?" you'd ask with a small pout and the slightest furrow of your brow. "I don’t have the grip strength for it." "Fine, give it here, extra."

"Bakugouuuuu, can you take the staples out of this packet? I stapled the papers in the wrong order and I can’t find a staple remover." "Watch what you're doing next time," he'd grumble as he picked out the staples.

"Bakugou!" you'd call out, running up behind him. "Can you heat up my tea? I didn’t have time to drink it during class and now it’s cold." "Maybe if you had a useful quirk, you wouldn't need to ask for help all the time."

"Bakugouuuuuuuu, can you carry my bag? The strap broke and it’s really heavy." "Take better care of your stuff!" (He's too busy scolding you to notice the oddly clean tear in the strap.)

"Bakugouuuuuuuuuuu, can you tell your friends to shut up? My head hurts." This is his favorite of your requests. "OI, ALL YOU FREAK SHOWS, SHUT UP! (Y/N) HAS A HEADACHE!" Maybe not the best way to go about it.

"Bakugouuuuuu, can you make me something for lunch? They don’t have anything good in the cafeteria today." "Obviously those good-for-nothings don't cook as well as I do. Wait here."

Everyone would always ask Bakugou if he was ever going to ask you out. They all said it was clear you liked him. "(Y/n) asking me for favors doesn’t mean she likes me! Just means she’s too damn pathetic to do anything for herself."

He refused to accept that you liked him, even when your requests became a little more questionable.

"Bakugouuuuuuuuuuuuu, can I borrow your jacket? I’m really cold." "What happened to 'a hoe neva gets cold'?" he mocks you with air quotes before slipping off his jacket.

"Bakugouuuu, my back hurtsssss, can you rub my shoulders?" "Dumbass bitch doesn't know how to lift with her legs."

"Bakugouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, can you carry me to the dorms? My feet are sore." "Well, my ears are sore from listening to you whine all the time. Now, princess or piggyback?"

The entirety of UA was at its breaking point. They couldn't tell if Bakugou was playing dumb or just plain stupid. Still, you were determined.

"Bakugouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, can I spend the night in your dorm? The heat stopped working in mine and I think I might die of hypothermia in my sleep." "Goddamn, woman, at least call me by my name!" "Katsuki..?" "What." "Can you ask me out? I'm really tired of waiting." It was hard to hide the flush that tinted his ears red. "Fine, where do you wanna go."

He takes you to an amusement park to ride the bumper cars! Violence is his religion <3

The next day (and no you did not stay the night), when he looks for you in the cafeteria, he finds you... opening a sealed bottle.

"THIS WHOLE TIME YOU COULD OPEN YOUR OWN BOTTLES?!" "Well, yeah, I'm not a baby." "Then, why--" he starts, but falls quiet and silently fumes as the realization dawns on him. "You're so cute when you're realizing you've been manipulated," you remark with a fond smile.

You stand up and close the distance between the two of you. Leaning in, you kiss one of his blazing red cheeks and whisper, "It's called the foot-in-the-door-technique."

a/n: this is your reminder to lift with your LEGS not your back

[tomurderornottomurder]

extinguish; soap/johnny mactavish

pair. johnny "soap" mactavish x gn!reader

summ. a recollection of your yearning for johnny. meeting him, becoming friends, taking a bullet for him.

gen. angst

tw. suicidal ideation/thoughts, cod typical violence/themes, one sided crush, word vomit

wc. 3.5k+

note. furiosophie's fanart with the longing that's killing me quote inspired this. shoutout to ghoap for making me want to rip my skin off /pos 

Add a log to the fire of what you call want. You do it as you look over at him. It burns in your chest and he is not looking at you. He looks at you sometimes but not now. Johnny is looking over at Simon who is in turn looking back at him. You, like an animal in a cage on the other side of the room, can only watch. You're wrapping your hands up, getting ready to use your fists against the bag but you keep looking over. You're torturing yourself. You didn't know it at first; that this would not end up good for you. You just saw and you wanted and you followed him until he was gone and you were up against a brick wall with a broken nose from your blind devotion. It used to be better; more bearable. At least you thought it did.

Anyone who set their eyes on Johnny could have easily fallen in love. A large man with an even bigger smile and bright eyes to match and that accent that warms your bones. You can't even understand his words sometimes but it doesn't matter, you still want to hear them, all of them. Anything he has to say to you, you want to hear it again and again. You, new and fresh, are greeted graciously and heartily by him. You two get along like a building on fire. It doesn't take long for a friendship to form. It takes less as you grow closer. It's easy. It's full of love. You're happy. He's smiling. Johnny touches you a lot. It's his nature. He'll bring you into a hug, fistbump you, rest a hand on your shoulder, rest his chin and arms on your shoulder, kick your feet under the table and you'll kick back, take your hand to pull you up after a spar, brush you off his hands dusting ghosting everywhere, ruffle your hair, drag you off by your vest or your arm, tackle you only having protected you of course, hold you in his arms under heavy gunfire, pat your back after a mission well done, lean over and whisper tell you something stupid to make you laugh, pull you in by your gunbelt a quick means to get your attention, ghost his fingers over a particularly bad cut make sure it's okay you're okay, hold pressure onto a bullet wound try to stop the blood from flowing, hold and pat your face when the blood loss is too much, and he'll brush your hair out of your face when you wake up in a bed the next morning wrapped up and connected to machines in a blaring-white room that hurts your eyes until they settle upon him the dark contrast you need. But you're getting ahead of yourself now.

Johnny cares. He cares about you, his team, his mission. He's sweet and maybe naive sometimes, he's not dumb or innocent by any means. He just doesn't know what he does. What he does to someone like you. An easy persuasion; he's an easy sell. He's easy to look at, get along with. There's not exactly anything special he does for you, he's just this way to everyone. He likes to be loved; he likes to love. It's easy for him. It's not easy for you.

On certain days, you find that your chest hurts real bad like it's getting squeezed and swallowed whole by the vest you're wearing but taking it off doesn't ease the pain. What is this? You're not yet able to pinpoint the source of the pain. All you know is that it aches. You try to be cautious and observant. Through the next day, you notice a distinct lack of it until you see him. Your eyes land on Johnny and that squeezing, suffocating feeling comes back. It clicks. 

You don't know why you've always been prone to love so hard that it hurts but it makes it easy to know at least for yourself. You know this is ridiculous. You've known him maybe two months. You don't love him. You tell yourself this. And you don't love him. 

There are more important things than love when you're getting shot at. What is wrong with you that you have to look at him not to make sure he's okay but just to see him? You're an idiot and he tells you that in frustration when you nearly get grazed by a bullet just above your head. You're lucky he was there but if he wasn't the problem would have never arisen. You don't tell him this. He's your friend. He's your teammate. He's not your boyfriend. He's not your husband. He's not your lover. You are something to him more than nothing but not nearly enough. 

You get back to base with him nearly stuck to your side. You know he's angry and at you. You know that this was stupid. You just had to focus and you couldn't even do that. You get back to somewhere private, your room his room, you can't remember. He's scolding you like you're a child. He's not yelling outright but he's loud. You would adore this attention if it was for anything else. This one on one. His eyes on you, burning through you with something you can't decipher. How close he is to you. How he cares about you and if you'd die. 

A long moment and then, you tell him you were distracted. Not by what, you can't. You were distracted, that's all. It's simple. He seems to grow more infuriated by these words. Distracted? He spits venomously, his head tilting as if to understand you better. You could have died. You know that. Johnny takes you by your shoulders now. He talks and he tells you things, he pleads with you and he tries to understand. It's hard to know what to say when he doesn't have all the information. You just stand there like a ragdoll as he holds onto you and your shoulders and he shakes you a bit, not intentionally or maliciously just out of his own pure desperation to understand you in this moment, to know what the hell is going on. Why did you almost get shot in the head from a distraction? What could have possibly distracted you that much?

You won't give him any more information and maybe he understands. He sighs loudly, his grip on your shoulders faltering before he pulls away altogether. He brings you into a hug, grabbing your head and holding it in a way. You scared me. He says. I scared myself. You don't say. Sometimes you think back and you wish you could have taken that bullet. It would have been easier than all of this. All of what is to come. But still, this memory is fond and you hold on to it for dear life. How he held you like you were his own. How he cared if you died. 

Later that same night, when you're undressing to bandage an old but still-there wound, you see something. You look over to make sure you're not making this up. On your shoulder his fingers. Bruises starting to form on both your shoulders because he had held you so tight. You brush your fingers over them. Your breath hitches. It's like he's still there. He's holding you in his absence. He loves you in a way. His fingers are still on you. You can feel them. You close your eyes and you can see him in front of you. He's looking you in the eye, he's holding your shoulders, he's digging into your flesh in a comforting way. He loves you somehow. 

You don't ever mention it. You keep this one thing for yourself. You wanna savor it like a tongue in your mouth. 

You tried to let this go, let it wash away. The almost bullet tells you it won't. It takes time and maybe it's a month, you can't remember, you decide. You decide you can tell him. You decide to try. You can't remember if it's a month or a week or what it was. You only remember deciding.

Something becomes real when you see it. And you watch your chance at whatever this is diminish right in front of your eyes in real-time when Johnny walks over to Simon, his heavy hand resting on the larger man's shoulder. Not squeezing as he had yours. Resting. This is an important difference. It's not only that, no. But that does make you hesitate. This isn't a good time you think to yourself. Try again later.

Later. His eyes on his face; you could never do that. Simon is looking at Johnny like he's the light of the world and you know this to be true. Johnny looks back at Simon like he is another light of the world, possibly brighter. Your stomach churns. You feel sick. The urge to throw up churns in your belly and burns up your throat. It almost spills past your lips. Nothing spills but a tear maybe more than one past your eyes. What is this? WHY ARE YOU CRYING? 

You do more than squeeze, digging your nails into the flesh of your shoulder so that by some miracle you can feel Johnny's long distant fingers on your skin. It doesn't work. You watch the two for a little longer. Why are you torturing yourself? Is that your voice or Johnny's? 

John's got blood on his face, Simon sees this. Simon's got blood on his mask and you've got blood in your heart. This is the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Why can't he look at you like that?

Why can't he look at you like that?

Why can't he look at you like that?

Your ears are ringing when you leave with the two men. Why can't he look at you like that? You make no attempt to stray away from Simon or draw close to Johnny. Why can't he look at you like that? You sit in the carrier miserably. Why can't he look at you like that? Your eyes are on the floor. You try not to make a big deal out of it. You can't.

Now, you know why. 

Even later. It's late at night. It's dark, pitch black, there are no stars. You're outside on the ground. You're not crying yet just thinking. You know it's a bad idea. You think of the times you've seen them together. One night, Johnny comes out of the Lieutenant's room, everyone else laughing at the sight, not you. You manage a dry smile. That's it. There isn't even jealousy; just loss. The two sparring across from you while you spar with Gaz. Your eyes focused on something else, your ears unable to hear anything but the soft laughs, grunts, groans, and soon victorious noises coming from the Scotsman. Simon's quiet while Johnny makes all the noise. Gaz pins you to the mat and you don't even realize. Their conversations over comms make your ears bleed. Not because you want to be Simon, you want to be you and loved. You don't wish to take them away from each other, you just ache as you watch. You want to be you and seen.

There's something people should know about loving. That jealousy is not the end all be all. That you can let your love be loved. That destruction isn't necessary. You can suffer through it. You can let them not know, never know how much you love them because it's not necessary to tell them. You don't need to hurt them with the weight of knowing. That you have stared at them and seen them in worse ways and that you have chosen to continue and maybe it's not even a choice. It's an endless devotion you can't pull yourself away from. Because you could do whatever they asked and you would do whatever they want and you will be okay with it because they don't need to love you for you to love them. There is nothing saying that this must be mutual.

To know them is enough.

There are more moments. You see things all the time. You just push down the ache and continue on. You try not to watch them but sometimes you imagine yourself with him. In Simon's place maybe just for this fantasy so you can feel better about yourself. So in some place in the universe, he loves you. Even if it's fake, it feels good. It doesn't have to be real, it just has to feel good.

A sudden yet gradual distance is created between you and John. One day, he seems to notice it. He tries to touch you and without thinking, you move away. As if his hand were going to poison you, you avoid it like the plague. The disappointed look on his face does not escape you. John looks at you for a moment and even then, he doesn't look at you like he looks at him. You would laugh if you could manage it. Then he takes a seat next to you. He touches you again but this time you don't move. His hand is on your knee. Everything alright? He asks. It sounds lighthearted almost but it's serious, warm, worried, concerned. He's looking at you softly, his eyes are soft, his expression soft. He's waiting for you. 

You can't remember what happens next. All you know is that he doesn't know the truth. And that's fine. He shouldn't have to.

You make no effort to become closer. You do nothing. Ebbing and flowing how it may, you let it be.

Though you have given up in a sense, your heart still feels. It kills you really. It's like it wants to squeeze out its last drop of blood for him. It's like you'd slit your wrists for him and he wouldn't even have to ask. You'd already know to do it. 

You swear you didn't do this on purpose. You didn't mean it really. It just happened. Your body moved before your mind could process what was about to happen. You took a bullet for him because of course, you did. There was no thought behind it really. It just happened. You did not mean to save his life though you have always wanted to. This, and I stress, this was pure coincidence. An accident. Sure, you wanted to die for love but you didn't even think about this.

As soon as the shot rings out and you can feel the noise reverberating in your ears, you crumple to the ground. In front of him. This is not a nothing-shot. This is everything. This is internal bleeding and artery collapse. This is avoiding death by a miracle. This is not nothing.

You can barely feel his arms as they wrap around you, holding you like you're about to die. You don't even care anymore. You're cold and he's warm but you can't even feel it. It doesn't feel good to be held like this. You don't want to be held like this. You don't care if you die but it doesn't feel good to be dying. Not in his arms. You cannot die in his arms. This isn't what you want. 

John cradles you like a baby. He's holding you. You should be in heaven now but you can't even feel it. There is nothing worse than what you want. He's pulled you up onto himself now. Your head is propped up against his stomach. Your body is laid over his legs. He's holding your head the same way he did so, so long ago. You smile at that. You feel tears. You miss being held like you aren't about to die. You don't cry. You just close your eyes. You can feel his hands all over you. You wanted something like this, you remember, but this isn't it. This isn't what you wanted. This is some perversion of a thing you've never thought about. You did not want to die in his arms. 

He's holding you and holding you and you're starting to drift off somewhere else. He touches your face, tries to bring you back to himself. It works a few times. But like any old worn thing, it runs out of use. So, he holds you and continues to hold you. He thinks you might be dead but only for a fleeting millisecond. He can't think about that right now. You're not dead. You're in his arms, safe. You're with him. You're okay. You're in his arms so you're fine. He has you. He's holding onto you. You will be fine. He just has to get you out of here. He watches your eyes close for the last time and guilt shoots up his spine like a bullet. He'll get you out of here. He knows that.

You don't die. At least that one wish is granted to you. You don't die in his arms. Later you'd be grateful but now as you wake in a bright, white room you're only confused. You squint, trying not to take in all the light as it pierces your eyes. You hear something at your side, someone. Before you can turn to see, Johnny is on you like a hound. He's right up close and personal. Not too far away from your face. He takes up your whole view. You're glad for it. He's easy on the eyes. He's not harsh like this room around you. You feel him take your hand that you can't seem to move. Is it the drugs or the injury?

You could have died. Oh, doesn't that sound familiar? Johnny's not angry this time. He looks sad. What did you do to him? How could you do this to him? What's wrong with you? Guilt flows through your fingers like a shock of electricity. You still can't move your hands. 

I know. You croak. 

Why? He asks.

You don't know. You hadn't even thought about it. You just moved and you were in the right place. Johnny was safe. That's all that mattered really. What's the problem if you take the bullet for him? You weren't dead. You were far from dead. You were looking at him. He was looking at you. Isn't that all you could ask for? 

Then like bricks falling from the heavens, crashing against your ribs, and puncturing your lungs, you let it out. A sharp inhale before the sobs of a young man broken. Shaky breaths, tears, painful cries, a trembling body, shallow inhales, sputtering, lamented sobs all at once in succession. And because Johnny loves you in a way that you don't love him, he holds you. That's all he can do. He listens as you cry and whisper hoarse I'm sorry's. He strokes your hair. He holds you against him. He doesn't know why you're really crying and he's too naive to ever think about questioning it. He takes you at face value. He lets you do whatever you need as you're in his arms, alone in this hospital room, only your cries and his soft reassurances sounding out. You need this. He lets you have it.

Time goes on as it must. You get over yourself but not over Johnny. The pain in your abdomen never lets you forget. You don't think you'd even want to. What was the point then to have felt all that? 

You continue wrapping your hands and glancing Johnny's way as if he'd spare you the same look he dished out constantly to Simon. He loves you, he does. He loves you the way friends love each other, not how you love him. You're almost content with the idea. Not so much the practice. But you're not going to do anything. You're not going to hurt Simon or Johnny because you didn't know how to speak up sooner. It is your fault, after all. There is no one to blame but yourself for your actions or lack thereof. 

You finish wrapping your hands and stand up. Simon and Johnny's eyes land on you for a moment. Simon nods at you and you nod back and Johnny smiles -that same smile you can't get over, the smile that makes all new recruits weak in the knees, the smile that won him Simon (and you), the smile that you wish would only be yours when you got home- before pumping his fist in the air like his own seal of approval. He turns back toward Simon as you approach the punching bag. You grab it, hold it steady like you would if you could hold Johnny's hips. Then you let out your first punch and barrage after barrage after that. It's therapeutic in a way. You imagine it as yourself. You imagine dying before it got worse. You imagine dying in his arms. You imagine that you didn't get used to it.

Stoking the flames can only last so long. The fire might still burn in your chest but one day, one day it should extinguish. You just have to wait for it.

[astrronomemes]

PERCY JACKSON AND THE LAST OLYMPIAN: STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2009 Rick Riordan novel, Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian. change & alter as needed.

"He's trying to be nice to me, which is almost worse."

"So, hypothetically, if these two people liked each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?"

"So I guess you guys have to go save the world now."

"You can't count on friends. They will always let you down."

"They don't show you stuff like that in The Little Mermaid."

"He's a pretty nice guy, but you should always keep one hand on your wallet when he's around, and do not, under any circumstances, give him access to shaving cream unless you want to find your sleeping bag full of it."

"If I die, I die. I can't worry about that, right?"

"Are you still having bad dreams? Headaches?"

"I should never have told you about that."

"You run away from things when you're scared."

"You could honor [name]'s memory by fighting with us."

"You can't prevent a prophecy."

"[Name], at least be safe. Promise me you'll be safe."

"If you ever need a warm place to sit and a home-cooked meal, you are welcome to visit."

"You are a good hero, [full name]. Not too proud. I like that. But you have much to learn."

"They don't serve very good enchiladas in the wilderness."

"As I recall, in the old times we almost died a lot."

"Excuse me, but if you're going to kill me, could you just get on with it?"

"With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later."

"You'll do well, [name]. Just remember your strengths, and beware your weaknesses."

"My family hates me. They don't want me. I ran away."

"I tell you what, [name] — you're pretty fierce. We could use a fighter like you."

"Knives are only for the bravest and quickest fighters. They don't have the reach or power of a sword, but they're easy to conceal and they can find weak spots in your enemy's armor. It takes a clever warrior to use a knife. I have a feeling you're pretty clever."

"You're part of our family now. And I promise I won't let anything hurt you."

"Can we go back to the battle now? I want to do laser mode again. That was fun."

"You should've saved him when you had the chance. You're the only one who could have."

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?!"

"[Name], this is serious! You are not going to loot a candy store in the middle of a war!"

"Just be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you. ...I mean, because we need you for the battle."

"Are you trying to get yourself killed, kid? Or are you just extra stupid?"

"Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?"

"Didn't I kill you already?"

"You're cute when you're worried. Your eyebrows get all scrunched together."

"You are not going to die while I owe you a favor."

"You would have done the same for me."

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later."

"Oh, demons aren't so bad. You just have to keep them well-fed."

"Your courage does you credit, [full name]."

"The children of the gods must find their own way."

"So it was for my own good? Growing up on the streets, fending for myself, fighting monsters?"

"If I know anything, I know that you must walk your own path, even though it tears my heart."

"I'll bonk him on the head harder next time."

"I don't want him to hurt you anymore."

"And you'll understand if I keep hoping there's a chance you're wrong."

"I didn't know you could fly a helicopter."

"Everybody keeps telling me to sleep. I don't need sleep."

"You know what would help this boy? Farming. Six months behind a plow. Excellent character-building."

"On second thought, I'll be inside."

"That's what I do. I help my friends."

"He promised I was saving lives. Fewer people would get hurt."

"Well... sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror."

"You and me, that wasn't part of it. Our fates aren't intertwined. I think you've always known that, deep down."

"Is it too late to join the party?"

"Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?"

"I hope that was a monster I just killed."

"I survive all those battles, and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock?!"

"You were like a brother to me, [name]. But I didn't love you."

"I hope... I hope you know I'm really proud to  be your friend."

"No hero is above fear, [name]. And you have risen above every hero."

"Nobody's planning to kill us so far."

"Make us a city for the ages."

"It's just... I've got a lot of life left to live. I'd hate to peak in my sophomore year."

"[Full name], I have had my doubts about you, but perhaps... perhaps I was mistaken."

"[Full name], you might just teach us a thing or two."

[bellesdreamyprofile]

chapter 4 - 1945

Right after Christmas and the New Year's celebrations, Elvis finally turned ten years old. He had been talking Cece's ear off on how he was gonna have a two digit number as his age. He was delighted though his mama insisted on not showing off for nothing. He did it anyways, when no one was watching.

"Ten is a big number, I ain't no little boy no more.", Elvis explained to Cece, who was pouting at his words. The way he had said it made it sound like he wasn't going to hang out with her anymore. She was very sensitive when it came to the topic of friendships.

Before Elvis said anything else, Gladys interrupted him.

"Booby! Your chocolate milk is on the table."

And that was him saying he ain't no little boy no more.

Cece had a tough time thinking of what to get him for his birthday. He was complicated yet so predictable as well. You could've gifted him a flower or given him a big hug. Elvis would've been happy either way. But there was something they had never done together.

"C'mon, E!", her little nickname for him made him happy. Having learned the letter "E" all those years ago, from Elvis, made her think of what she could've called him. Her name was easy to shorten, but his was a different story. She had to come up with a nickname for him, so far "E" seemed to be the one.

"Alrighty, slow down, girl. I'm sure wherever we're going we won't be late. It's cold and it's winter. And it's my birthday.",  Cece tried to get him to walk faster as her hand pulled his. In vain, the ten year old protested and slowed down. But just like the little girl had predicted, they were late. The year of 1945, especially the beginning, was a dark one. Local newspapers were writing about what seemed the never-ending war in Europe. People's spirits were crushed as the headlines seemed to pop up in every corner. People were confronted with the brutality of reality every single day; even Cece had a vague idea of what was going on. But how to cheer up your loved ones? When the only way would be to solve every single problem in the world. That was impossible for an adult. Alone for a seven year old.

"What are we doin' at church on a Monday, Cece?", he turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. She looked at him and without saying a word, she quietly opened the door and sneakily pulled him inside. Cece wasn't all too pleased that the choir had already started and cursed Elvis in her head, for moving as slowly as he did. And with cursed was meant an innocent "stupid Elvis".                    

"Where could I go but to the Lord."

They were tiptoeing to the corner of the churches when the people arose from their seats. Since little kids weren't supposed to be there, the two tried to be as discrete as possible.

"Seeking the refuge for my soul."

Blue eyes looked in her brown ones in disbelief. The choir's voice melted together, creating the most beautiful, touching melody Elvis had ever heard. He couldn't believe his ears as goosebumps seemed to cover every inch of his body.

"Needing a friend to save me in the end."

Cece didn't know what to get Elvis for his birthday, but as soon as she heard the choir rehearsing one day as she was walking back home, she knew exactly what to do. The boy loved her guitar and the records they collected together, but there was nothing that touched his soul like gospel. All the days spent in the cold weather to figure out the choir's schedule was worth it. The look in his face was one she wasn't going to forget anytime soon.

"Won't you tell me."

"How'd you find this?", he whispered to her. Cece looked up and smiled a little. "I come from another planet.", she responded, quoting the Little Prince. He shook his head and moved his eyes on the people singing. What he was feeling couldn't be possibly described, making him wonder if he was ever gonna be able to once his vocabulary was big enough. But Elvis made sure to take in every movement, every smile and every tear that was shed by the singers. He couldn't believe how music made someone feel that way. He couldn't believe how music brought all the people together. They were all equal.

"Where could I go but to the Lord."

index chapter 5

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Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) - Benidorm part 2

Part 3 tomorrow

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @jamesrifftapes @letsreadallday @sofasoap @mmyrrhh

Warning: Mild panic attack

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Soap found the first listening device not even five minutes after stepping inside the apartment, hidden inside the living room lamp. All three of them concluded, silently, just exchanging meaningful looks, that if that one had been so easy to find, it meant there were others better hidden.

Gabi, blissfully unaware, was joyfully planning their next steps during the afternoon and evening, but the three SAS operators were crowded around one of the kitchen’s counters, with Ghost writing on a notebook.

We’ll go turn the car in and rent another, then we’ll be back to get you and go to the new apartment. Try to find if there’s more listening bugs or cameras before you get frisky with your girlfriend, MacTavish

Soap nodded, completely serious, and grabbed the pen to scribble his own message.

How come ye write a whole fucking paragraph and then ye jus’ speak with grunts and growls?

Ghost rolled his eyes, huffing at Soap’s shit-eating grin, but it was Riot’s giggling that prevented him from answering harshly or whacking his friend over the head. Carefully, with elegant and exaggerated calligraphy, he wrote.

Fuck you

Soap gasped loudly, placing his hand over his heart as if he had been struck by lightning.

‘‘How dare ye hurt me feelings?’’ He pretended to wipe a tear off, trying hard not to allow his lips to curl upwards when Ghost just stared at him, fuming. ‘‘Thought ye liked me!’’

‘‘I said I liked you alive, but I’m about to change my opinion’’ Ghost grunted, shoving Soap’s shoulder without any force, thankful because the balaclava was hiding his wide grin. Stupid motherfucker. The only good fucking thing Shepherd had ever done was putting Soap in his life.

‘‘I’ll text you before we head back’’ Riot laughed quietly, grabbing her jacket, wallet and phone. Gabi decided in that moment to pay attention, seeing that Ghost was collecting his things too, after going into the bathroom to change his balaclava for a face mask.

‘‘Wait, where are you going?’’

‘‘To buy things for breakfast tomorrow and scout a bit for a good place for dinner’’ Riot explained calmly, writing something on Ghost’s notebook before tearing off the page and giving it to her.

We’re going to rent another car and turn this one in. The bags with the trackers will stay at this apartment, and we’ll come get you two in a couple of hours to go to another one. Have fun!

Gabi stared up at Christine’s radiant, uneven smile, speechless, before grabbing the pen and writing hurriedly.

But Johnny found a listening device here!

‘‘Have fun’’ Riot chuckled, and kissed lightly Gabi’s forehead before heading towards the door, where Ghost was already waiting for her. The redhead just blinked, watching them leave, and melted right into Soap’s arms when he hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Maybe a bit of time alone wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

*

It took just under half an hour to turn in the car at the same rental chain they had used at the airport, and then rent another SUV from another company just in case. And once that was done, both Ghost and Riot turned their attention to more important matters.

Knives.

‘‘Have you found anything?’’ Simon grunted a curse under his breath at some idiot trying to overtake their SUV, forcing him to step on the brakes harder than he would have wanted.

‘‘Mhmm… yes, one shop, not far. Turn right’’ Christine nodded, checking her mobile phone. ‘‘Best thing to know where to buy these things is checking online forums of military nutters. And there are a lot of expats singing praises of this shop so we can try… oh, park there!’’

Simon nodded and started the maneouvre, while she waited just until he turned the engine off to get out of the SUV, looking around with the phone in her hand until she got her bearings. Simon locked the car and waited, until she looked up at him, covering the lower half of her face with her own mask, and then showed him the screen.

‘‘That way’’

The street wasn’t really close to the city center, but it was packed. Crowds of people moving up and down the street, stopping to check the shop windows, stopping in the middle of the pavement to chat with other people. No one really bumped into the towering masked Lieutenant, preferring to move out of his way, but, in turn, crossed her path and forced her to move, or worse, straightly pushed into her.

‘‘¡Gilipollas! (twat)’’ Christine spat furiously at the latest idiot that chose to bump into her to avoid Simon. ‘‘¡Mira por donde vas, imbécil! (Watch where you’re walking, dickhead)’’

Simon bit back a laugh at her affronted face, and moved slightly so he’d be walking in front of her. He wasn’t having a good time either. The crowd was too loud and too rowdy, and he was getting fed up of being surrounded of so many people.

‘‘It’s busier than I expected’’

‘‘In this city it’s normal, it’s always full of tourists, but I swear to God, if one more stupid wanker…’’ Her words were muffled by the noise in the street, and her blood ran cold when suddenly, there was a loud bang coming from a building nearby, in the process of being renovated.

Without thinking, her hands shot forward and grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into the hard muscle beneath hard enough to make Simon stop and look down at her, concerned.

‘‘Lovie’’

Rubble, rubble everywhere, falling on me, falling on my team, impending impact, impending impact…

A warm, big palm cupped her jaw over her mask and tilted her face upwards, until her eyes met Simon’s dark brown ones, looking down at her.

‘‘You’re safe. You’re safe, lovie’’ His voice, the same scorching, low rumble that always grounded her, that helped in Belarus, that helped her in the solitude of her room or her shower when she needed something to calm her down. ‘‘You’re with me’’

Swallowing through the knot in her throat, she nodded, feeling the sting of the dust in her eyes. Or maybe it wasn’t dust at all.

‘‘I’m sorry, it’s… it’s pathetic, I’m…’’

‘‘I still have them, sometimes’’ He commented, completely calm. Both of them were still, in the middle of the pavement, ignoring the huffs and puffs of the people forced to go around them. Her hands were still gripping his arm, and he was still cupping her face, to prevent her from looking away.

‘‘You? But you’re always so…’’ She bit her lips underneath the mask, not knowing how to continue. He always looked so calm. So collected. Stern, reliable, disciplined, methodical. It was difficult to imagine the imponent Ghost as a crumbling mess like she felt.

‘‘Took a long time to get there’’ Simon shrugged lightly, and suddenly, somehow, he seemed closer, his massive body bending down to get closer to her, or maybe she was just standing on her tip toes again, or maybe it was both.

Their foreheads touched, and Christine couldn’t help but close her eyes and sigh, relaxing into the feeling of his warm skin and the soothing sound of his breathing.

‘‘You’ll get there too’’ He added, very low, feeling tempted, oh so temped, but with the firm self-discipline with which he managed his life, he restrained himself. It wouldn't be appropriate. Not there, in the middle of a busy street, when she was in the middle of a panic attack ‘‘You’re not pathetic. You’re human. I’d be worried otherwise’’

Christine just nodded, the pale, cold skin of her forehead dragging against his, feeling the hardened skin of a couple of his scars. God, if only…

‘‘I don’t know what I would do without you’’ She froze right after the words left her lips, with her eyes still closed, but she felt how his breathing hitched for a second. And then, the low rumble of his laugh and a calloused thumb brushing over her cheekbone.

‘‘I’m not going anywhere, lovie’’ Bloody fucking hell, how could he. How could he, after this. ‘‘Because I don’t fucking know what I would do without you either’’

Christine chuckled softly, opening her eyes again as Simon straightened up and let his hand fall from her face.

‘‘Knives?’’ She whispered, without releasing his arm. He didn’t seem to care, and both started to walk towards the shop.

‘‘Knives’’