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[danikatze]

[ID in alt text]

Another wip! It's kind of almost done :)

[didsomeonesaybuffet]

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[999moreyears]

*my headphones are broken :(

[rafesheaven]

meeting college roommate!rafe when you move into your friend, Barry’s apartment, only to meet his roommate, Rafe, whom you recognize from a one-night stand

warnings: mention of one night stand, flashback in italics & indented, “first time” meeting rafe

a/n: this is supposed to be more of them "meeting" for the first time hence why i left it open + in case anyone wanted more to this

His large, calloused hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements while his face is buried in the crook of your neck, “Yeah, that’s it…doing so good f’me” he muttered against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He pulls away from your neck, silent groans escaping his mouth as he takes in the sight of your pleasure-ridden face, “god…you’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you come”.

When you woke up the next morning, you were met with a vacant spot in your bed and you couldn’t tell if you were more disappointed that he left without saying anything or the fact that you’d never see him again.

It’s been weeks and although it was nothing more than a meaningless one-night stand, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night. But, you had more important things to worry about, such as trying to figure out your living situation due to being screwed over by your apartment leasing manager.

You could say that it’s been a very stressful few weeks, you even posted it on your close friend’s story, hoping that someone you knew needed a roommate. Thankfully, your friend, Barry, swiped on your story, telling you that he and his roommate were looking for another roommate and even asked if you wanted to come over to check the apartment out before you made a decision.

As soon as you got to his apartment, he showed you around. You were immediately in love with the apartment and after the tour, he asked if you needed time to think about your answer. Even though you didn’t know who his mysterious roommate was, you needed a roof over your head and you knew you could afford the rent. But what ultimately made you say yes was that you’ve known Barry for as long as you could remember and knew you could trust him.

All Barry told you about his roommate was he had girls over often and that you “may want to invest in some earplugs”. 

“Speaking of… when am I going to meet my other roommate?” you question. Before Barry can answer, you hear the lock turning on the front door, “I’d say now” Barry chuckles, “C’mon, I gotta introduce the two of you”.

“Hey, pretty boy! Got someone I need you to meet, she’s our new roommate!” Barry shouted as the two of you walked into the living area.  You could hear his roommate hanging up his keys, groaning, “Jesus, man, I’m comin’ just give me a sec”.

Your ears perk at the familiar voice but you shrug it off as you hear his footsteps approaching the two of you. “Don’t mind his grumpy ass, the little shit is always grumpy” Barry nudged you.

“Come talk to me when you start wakin’ up early every day for work” Rafe scoffs. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever” Barry snorted, “Hurry up, man. I don’t have all day”.

“Holy shit” the two of you muttered as soon as Rafe entered the living room, your breath hitches in your throat as he froze in his spot.

“Rafe, meet my friend, who’s officially our new roommate” Barry introduced, barely paying attention to how you and Rafe are gawking at each other.

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[remuslupinslittleslut]

can you do a poly marauders blurb about the reader and remus going shopping and the reader is trying clothes on in the fitting room but remus is just so horny that he has to fuck her in the fitting room? please it's my birthday in 20 days and it would make me so happy

Hi darling, Happy Belated Birthday, I think it was yesterday? Sorry for being late, but here's your fic 🩷

Fitting Room.

Masterlist.

The one-year anniversary of your relationship with your three men is coming up, which is to be celebrated with a fancy dinner, baby, let us spoil you, James had murmured, bringing you close and kissing your face. It had been a bit harder to convince Remus, who, out of the four of you, is the most uncomfortable in settings like that. To hype him up, you decided to bring him with you for a day of shopping, the both of you in dire need of new clothes for the dinner.

“Come on, Rem, let’s look in here, I heard they have the cutest tops,” you cheer, tugging on his hand, making him follow you into yet another store.

Going through the racks, you pick up item after item, forcing Remus to carry all of them for you, before you make your way to the fitting rooms.

“Okay, love, which one d’you wanna try first?” He asks, holding up the clothes as a human clothes hanger.

Picking a dress from the pile in his arms, you give him a quick peck before leaving him on a pink puff and pull the curtains close behind you.

The dress is nice, form-fitted, and tight, a bit too revealing, maybe. You look down at your breasts, practically hanging out of the top. Peaking your head through the curtains, you find Remus on his phone, thumb scrolling on the screen.

“Rem, can you come here for a sec, I need a second opinion?” He gets up, with a sigh, having had to look at quite a few different outfits already. When he gets inside the fitting room, though, his eyes widen at the sight of you. “Be honest, is it too slutty?”

Biting his lip, you can tell he’s hiding a smirk.

“Oh, darling, you look amazing,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist, “fuck, you have to get this, I don’t care what the tag says, put it on James’ credit card.” Your chuckle is quickly silenced as his lips begin to kiss down your neck, nibbling at the skin. “Can you keep quiet, baby?” He asks, bringing one hand up to wrap around your cheeks, pushing two fingers into your mouth.

It’s hard to nod when you’re pressed between his shoulder and his hand, but you do your best to let him know that yes you can keep quiet.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, lips pressed against your ear, as his hands waste no time in pulling the dress up over your arse, before quickly pushing your knickers down. You whimper as his fingers rub up and down your folds, spreading your wetness around, feeling your arousal, relishing in it. “Gotta be quick, yeah?” He says, pulling his cock out and pumping it only a few times before splitting you open on it, in one long and languid thrust. “Fuck,” he groans, “you’re so tight, love.”

Bringing your hand to your mouth, you bite into it to stop the noises from passing your lips. He’s trying hard to be quiet, too, you know, but the drag of his cock against your clamping walls is enough to make you want to scream.

“Yes, love, doing so well, so quiet and good f’me, not letting anyone know what a fucking slut you are, taking my cock like this, in public and all,” his words are hushed, probably not enough though, but you know that talking dirty to you is the quickest way to get him over the edge, and this time, you have to be quick.

“Fuck, darling, gonna come,” he grunts, slowing down only slightly, dragging out the experience for just a few more moments. “Gonna fill you up, then, you’re gonna walk out of here with my cum running down your legs and no one will know.”

Throwing your head back in a full body spasm, you try to convey to him that it’s okay, that he has to let go, because you don’t want to get caught and the faster he’s done, the faster you can get home and let all three of your boys take their sweet time with you.

It’s always an out of body experience, feeling Remus’ cock twitch inside you as he fills you up, one spurt of hot cum at a time. You know there’s not enough time for you to come as well, but you know you will, once you get home, so it’s okay, but the feeling of him filling you up makes you feel all blissed out, like it’s some type of release for you, too.

Pulling out of you, Remus is quick to pull your underwear back up, keeping his cum tucked in tight, before helping you out of the dress and into your own clothes. Between each move, though, he presses a soft kiss to your face.

“You okay?” He asks when you’re both ready to leave the small fitting room.

“Mhm,” you reply, leaning into him lazily. “I’m good.”

He smiles, then, tugging on your hand for you to follow him out, James’ card already in his hand, ready to pay for the sinful dress.

[quickstappen]

track 002: the aftermath

A/N: this one's very twitter heavy, idk why, also we meet new characters

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brunolazzaro03 next time i see him it's on sight

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marcilazzaro1 oh baby brother, i love you too

↳brunolazzaro03 okay okay, just stop stealing my ice cream

landonorris and what are you gonna do, you're like 12

↳brunolazzaro03 im 20 and i've been training karate since i was 6 ;)) ↳landonorris ah, got it.

maxverstappen1 can i help?

↳brunolazzaro03 i mean, i guess? can you fight? ↳charles_leclerc no, he cannot. he's like a kitten ↳maxverstappen1 i CAN fight wtf, estebanocon can confirm ↳estebanocon that wasn't a fight, it was a shove

charles_leclerc oh shit you did karaoke without me? i'm hurt

↳brunolazzaro03 don't worry, you didn't miss much. she was awful ↳marcilazzaro1 oh i'm sorry that i was having fun and not singing like a pop star ↳charles_leclerc i'm sure it wasn't that bad, but you are legally obligated to go to a karaoke bar with us now ↳marcilazzaro1 name a time and place

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marci's messages:

Marci: Okay, so I do have questions. Apparently.

Claire Ask away, I've told you I'm here to answer anything I can.

Marci: He was in Milan for 17-19th June. Did you meet up then?

Claire: Wait a sec, I'll check the messages.

Claire: He texted me on the 17th, we met up the next day.

Marci: Fucking hell

Marci: What a fucking dickhead

Marci: I can't believe him

Marci: No, actually, I can't believe myself! How could I be so stupid? I KNEW something was up.

Claire: What happened?

Marci: My birthday's June 18th. I had to be in the UK for work, tried to get him to come with me as well, but he said he was needed at the factory.

Claire: What the fuckk

Claire: I'm so sorry this happened to you and for my involvement in it.

Claire: Merda, che proprio stronzo

Claire: The audacity. And his dick ain't even that good.

Marci: Jesus. Ain't that the truth

Marci: What are you doing this weekend? I still have questions and I'd rather to talk about it face to face

Marci: If that's okay with you of course.

Claire: Yeah, sure.

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marcilazzaro1 last moments in paradise ☀️ thank you for being my friends 💛 miss you already!

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jonas_braun you gotta have more free weekends

↳ marcilazzaro1 yeah, let me just say that to the big boss i'm sure he'll be very happy about that ↳ jo_king scuderiaferrari ;) ↳ scuderiaferrari sorry, boss says she's essential ↳ marcilazzaro1 🤠

sundaylover hope you had a good break! ferrari media is different without you

↳ cuddlyriccx right??? it's way less entertaining ↳ elplanxincoming and charles is not enthusiastic at all lol

yukitsunoda0511 i found a good restaurant for singapore so you better come back

↳ marcilazzaro1 i can't wait!

shithappens this is so precious to me, you don't understand

danielricciardo so is my favorite media perosn coming back to work?

↳ marcilazzaro1 i need to make a short pitstop first but yeah ;) ↳ madi_races pitstop? ↳ marcilazzaro1 🤫

charles_leclerc can't wait to have you back!

↳ ilpredestinatox i NEED to know which side is charles on here

↳ cuddlyxricc so true bestie

carlossainz55 come back, they're making us do challenges without you

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MONZA post race interview:

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marcielazzaro1 turns out that the only good thing about him was his taste in women ;)

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ilpredestinatox IM SORRY???? RUE WHEN WAS THIS

elplanxincoming OH this is petty, I LOVE THIS

sundaylover this is the solidarity we need

↳shithappens she's a girl's girl 🥺

maxverstappen1 so that's what you're doing instead of working?

↳marcielazzaro1 i have boss' permisson so shush

fonzlove that's some queen shit right here

↳aussieboi YES

multi21apologist is NO ONE gonna mention the seb like??

↳ redmilton honestly, he's been in her likes for ages (since he made an acc i guess) so im kinda... used to it?

clairobernie_x who knew medicore sex could make this happen ;)

↳marcilazzaro1 CLAIRE 😳 ↳barbiegirl i just know pierre is reading this shaking in his boots

danielricciardo that's some fine views right there

sarah_scott and you didn't take me??

↳marcilazzaro1 next time babes, i promise

charles_leclerc this is amazing

↳clairobernie_x we know ;) ↳madi_races oh i like her, can we keep her?

nyoomf1 WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMOMS

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landonorizz i'm so happy they're friendly

madi_races oh they're so pretty

↳forzalec16 right??? im SO gay

marcilazzaro1 it was so good to officially meet you

↳clairobernie_x i'm so glad i reached out

shithappens this dynamic is precious, i don't wanna say "thank you pierre" but........

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you Pierre ;) ↳shithappens your honor i LOVE HER

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madi's radio: pt. 2 is here! next ones might take some time cause i'm just swamped with course work and i have a buch of exams this week, sorry. also how are we liking the characters and dynamics so far?

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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

[pukanavis]

Toi Shiramitsu SR "We're the 21 Year Old Team" Track 2

Location: Living Room

Ten: …

Toi: (Ah, there he is…!)

Ten: ……

Toi: …I-I’ve got this…

Toi: E-Excuse me, Ten-kun…!

Ten: Yeah~?

Toi: P-Please…please be my friend!!

Ten: (Friend…? Talk about déjà vu.)

You were doing all that fidgeting in the corner just so you could come and ask me that?

Toi: Y-Yes, that’s correct!

Ten: Really now…

Ryui: …

Ten: (His bodyguard tagged along, huh?)

I don’t remember the two of us speaking much before? What makes you want to be friends?

Toi: B-Because…because we’re the same age!

Ten: Haha, of all the excuses I hear for befriending someone, that might just be a new one.

Toi: Huh…!? B-But I read that the majority of people’s friends are in the same age group as them…

Ten: Makes sense, but personality plays a big part, don’t you think?

Toi: D-Does it…?

I’ve…never really had many friends that’re the same age as me before…

I thought that if I could befriend you, I’d be able to experience the type of things that other 21 year olds do…

But…I'll never make friends with a motivation like that, will I…

Ten: Oh~...

Ryui: (Murakumo, I’m gonna strangle you if you turn him down.)

Ten: (Our supervisor isn't even trying to hide his blood-lust, haha.)

(Ah, well, I get the feeling that I’ll be in hot water later if I toy around with him too much….)

Toi: U-Uhm…Ten-kun?

Ten: Let's do it.

Toi: ...Huh?

Ten: As of today, the two of us are friends. Should we shake hands or something?

Toi: Thank you so much….!!

Ten: I don’t think you’ve gotta worry about being so polite with me. No need to be so formal with friends of the same age, right?

Toi: R-Right…! Thanks a ton…!

Ten: Well, I’ll be looking forward to what our friendship holds—

Toi: Ah, wait!

So uhm, I don’t have anything I’m good at besides fortune telling, so…to thank you for becoming my friend, I could look into your future—

Ten: Ah, no thanks. I don’t really use that type of insight.

Toi: Y-You don’t!? You…really don't...?

Uh, but…I don’t have anything else I could do for you…and you were already nice enough to become my friend…

Ryui: (Murakumo, you’re dead if you make Toi cry.)

Ten: (Ahh, spare me. I can feel his murderous intent tearing across the room.)

Toi, could I have your phone for a sec?

Toi: My phone? Okay, sure…

Ten: Here, this is my favourite sticker. I'd say this works better as a commemoration of our friendship, right?

Toi: Yeah…!

Thanks, Ten-kun!! I’ll be sure to get plenty of use out of it!

…Ehehe…matching stickers with my friend…

Ten: (Yeah, this naivety definitely feels familiar…)

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[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Better Off - Bernard DeMarco x OFC - Chapter 10

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |-| Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

AO3

Warnings: gettin' kinda angsty in here folks

Word Count: 2.9k

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The truck radio hummed softly, echoing in the cavernous garage as Susie rummaged through the back, tossing empty crates aside with a clatter as she cleared space for the day's supply run. It was expected that the ATS drivers kept their trucks clean and free of clutter, but she had found herself... distracted, as of late. With a grunt, she lifted an empty box, chucking it blindly behind her as it crashed against the tarmac. "If you're satisfied, I'll be at your side, Sunday, Monday or always," She murmured, singing half-heartedly along to the radio as she grabbed another crate.

"Hey!" DeMarco's voice suddenly split the air. Susie had been so engrossed in her work, her mind turned off to just the simple rhythm of 'grab, throw, grab, throw' that his arrival caught her completely off guard, letting out a yelp of surprise. She had been mid-swing already, letting go of the box and sending it spinning, narrowly missing Benny as he let out an almost identical cry. "Jesus, Suze!" He exclaimed, jerking sideways in an attempt to dodge the crate as it clattered to the ground beside him.

"Don't sneak up on me like that! Scared the shit out of me," She huffed, wiping a hand across her forehead.

"Yeah, I noticed!" Benny cried, hands planted firmly on his hips like a scolding parent. "... What're you doin'?"

Susie let out a sigh. "Clearing out space. It's supply run day!" She sang sarcastically, forcing a grin so visibly strained that it made him snort with laughter.

"Alright, I'll go grab lunch," He nodded, beginning to wander off again.

Brow furrowed, she leant out of the truck bed, peering after him as he went. "... What are you talking about?"

"Well, I'm comin'," He paused, shrugging as if it was obvious.

Susie's lip began to curl in a smile. "You don't have to do that."

"You know I'm doing it anyway."

"I will point out that the last time you came, we broke down in a ditch."

"That definitely wasn't my fault."

"Just saying - it's happened one hundred per cent of the times you're there, and zero per cent of the times you're not."

Benny's brow furrowed. "... You sayin' I'm cursed?"

Susie shrugged. "You said it, not me."

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he resumed his pace. "Alright, well, gotta test it somehow. I'll be back in a sec - love you!" Calling as he left the garage, the words alone made him beam, a definite spring in his step as he headed off in search of food. Simply being able to say it - to say it to her and to know she understood, to reaffirm how much he meant it every time the words left him - meant everything. It didn't matter how long it took Susie to say it back - weeks, months, years - it wasn't about that. He knew how much harder this would be for her, but he never doubted for a second that she felt it too. Understanding was love in itself.

She was perched sideways in the driver's seat when he returned, feet swinging out of the open door as he came to lean against it, positioning himself in the space between her knees. He beamed up at her in that way he always did, eyes so unbelievably soft that it made Susie squirm, nose scrunched as she shrugged her shoulders awkwardly. "You ready to go?" Benny asked, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from her face, letting his palm rest against her cheek for a moment as he did so. She felt every millimetre of skin, his fingertips scorching marks across her face, and even when her first instinct told her to pull away, all she wanted to do was stay.

"Yep," Susie confirmed with a nod, snatching the bag of food and flashing a grin as she nudged him away with her boot, turning to face the steering wheel. His smile only widened, taking a few giddy steps back before looping around the truck to take his spot in the seat beside her.

DeMarco kept the map unfolded in his lap as she drove, gaze following every turn they took along the twisting lines that marked the page. He seemed to like tracing their position - at least it helped keep him occupied, and ensured one of them would certainly know where they were, should events take a turn for the worst. The radio continued to hum softly, barely audible over the roar of the engine, but Susie tapped her finger against the steering wheel in time with the bass nonetheless.

He had twisted sideways in his seat, shoulder resting against the backrest as Benny stared at her profile for a long moment, examining the way her gaze flickered across the road ahead, the way her curls fluttered in the breeze streaming through the open window.

"... Can I help you?" Susie asked after a while of this.

He shrugged. "Just lookin'."

She scoffed slightly. "Alright, well, you're making me antsy. Not very 'road safety', yunno."

The corner of his lip rose in a lopsided smile, tilting his head slightly at her. She persisted in never meeting his gaze, until a sudden question made its way to the forefront of his mind, slipping free along his tongue before he had a chance to reconsider it.

"You gonna introduce me to your mom?"

For a while, Susie did nothing but splutter loudly at this, face reddening by the second as more incoherent sounds tumbled from her mouth.

"What? Jesus Christ, no, you are not meeting my Irish Catholic Ma, not for a long time," She stammered, trying not to think too hard about the unspoken implications of such a question, nor those of her own response.

"Why not?" Benny asked, brow furrowing with a frown.

"Well for a start, if I tell her about any of this in any detail I'll have to mention us spending the night in a hotel room alone together, and she'd probably whack you with a spoon over it," Susie chuckled slightly, the mental image of her mother doing such a thing as amusing as it was exasperating. "Besides, it's more important that my siblings like you anyway - they actually know where I live."

"Alright," He nodded firmly, sitting up straight as his expression became drawn in focus. "Challenge accepted. Gimme the breakdown."

"You wanna know?"

"Oh, yeah."

Susie laughed. "Alright. Ronnie and Sally are the oldest - twins. Ronnie's the only one who might actually hurt you if you pull any dodgy shit, but his wife Rebecca's running the ship while he's away in the army, and she's one of the best people I've ever met, so you should be grand. Sally's like a less depressive clone of our Ma and she basically raised me, but I definitely think she'll like you. Owen will too - I'm his favourite."

"Naturally," Benny grinned, nodding along as he took in as much information as he could, fighting not to forget each name as it came.

"Bea's next - she's the one who's married to that Marshal I punched the shit out of a while back," She shrugged, making his chuckle in fond reminiscence. "She's a full-on ginger but she dyes her hair brown 'cuz she thinks it makes her look classier - do not tell her I told you that," Pointing sharply across at him, Benny raised his hands in surrender.

"Cross my heart," He promised.

"Nancy's a bit of a wet blanket, bless her - she's lovely, she just cries a lot. Emotionally... vulnerable. My little brother Pat's just a dickhead. I mean, he's a great guy and everyone loves him, but he didn't tell me when he got engaged last month and I'm pissed about it."

"Well did you tell him about me?" Benny asked with a smirk. Susie tore her gaze from the road just long enough to shoot him a narrow-eyed glare.

"That's different," She grumbled, letting out a squawk as he lunged towards her, palms planted on either side of her face, holding her in place as he swiftly planted a firm kiss on her cheek. "I swear to god, I'll crash and we'll both die - is that what you want?"

"Crash into what?" He laughed, glancing out the window at the empty road ahead, nothing surrounding them but miles of fields.

"I'll figure something out."

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With the supplies successfully retrieved, the pair found time to stop for lunch, pulling over in a ditch at the side of the road and sitting on the bonnet. Susie sat cross-legged, battered old boots tucked beneath her thighs as she leaned back against the windscreen, reaching into the paper bag for another sandwich. Benny let out a long sigh, swinging his legs back and forth over the front of the truck, heels thumping against the grille.

"'Nother mission tomorrow," He frowned, peering down into his flask. Susie always made him some tea to go with her own.

Benny hated tea. He drank the whole thing anyway.

"Mhm," She hummed. "Where to?"

"Uh... Bremen? Or something? I think. We don't get told much in advance," Shrugging, he pushed himself backwards, sliding along the bonnet so that he could lean against the window beside her.

Susie nodded, the name unfamiliar to her. "What's it like?" Benny asked after a beat of silence, her head rolling to the side to stare at him. "On the ground, I mean, when we're flying. I never really thought about it."

Her brow furrowed, lip jutting outwards slightly in a frown as she paused to consider this. It wasn't something she'd ever tried to define before - the strange sense of limbo took up so much of her life these days that it had simply become routine, a burden to grow desensitized to.

"I dunno, it's... weird. I mean I'm working a lot of the time, so it's not always, but sometimes you end up just sitting around and waiting and it feels really strange. It's like... everyone knows what could be happening. We know people we care about could be dying, we know we might never see them again, but really you don't know shit. You just have to wait and hope and try not to get in your head about it, 'cause you're completely helpless, and you're not gonna know anything until those planes come back... And then whoever you're waiting for either comes back, or they don't."

Benny had nothing to say to this, not a single word of comfort to offer that could help. It felt selfish to never have considered such a thing, to never have thought of how his absence could have affected those below - how it could have affected Susie.

It was different for him, being in the air, seeing events as they unfolded. Even if the man being shot down was his friend, there was a part of him that could move past it - toss it away somewhere to deal with later and simply get the job done. But their journeys lasted hours - hours of waiting, of sitting and hoping with no way of knowing who would be coming back, forced to take the brunt of every single loss all at once as the planes rolled in together.

He could tell her he wasn't going anywhere - that he'd always make it back.

It wouldn't reassure either of them.

Susie stared down at her lap, picking at her thumbnail the way she always did when she was nervous, when something was bothering her deep down, rotting away at her gut. Benny reached over, gently seizing her hand and tugging it towards him, cradling it with both palms. She watched, unmoving and silent, staring at the motion of his thumb as he rubbed soft circles across the back of her hand.

After a little while, she leant towards him, resting her hair against his shoulder, feeling it rise and fall with every slow, calm breath he took. Susie let her eyes fall shut for a moment. Would they always be like this? Would he always be so tender, so gentle? Then maybe someday she'd truly believe in this, and trust that she hadn't tricked him into loving her, that he truly wanted to take care of her better than she'd managed to herself.

Lifting her head, Susie turned to rest her chin atop his shoulder, unable to fight the urge to smile as he met her gaze, teeth visible through pink lips. He tilted his head to reach her, their foreheads pressed together, the tip of his nose brushing against hers.

"I love you, Susie," He uttered, barely even audible, breath fanning her cheek. "Nothin's gonna change that."

Her grin softened, lips pressed together in a small smile.

"I know."

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Maeve twiddled her fingers in the passenger seat, regulation boots propped up against the dashboard as the truck rolled towards the runway on yet another routine trip, ammunition rattling in the back. Susie gripped the wheel, staring straight ahead and resisting the instinct to look over at the girl, whose gaze she could feel burning into the side of her head.

"You sure you're ok?" Maeve asked. "You seem weird."

"Me? What d'you mean?"

"I dunno," She shrugged. "You just seem different. You're gripping that wheel like your life depends on it."

"Well... it kinda does. I mean, I can crash if you'd prefer."

"Oh, har har," Maeve mocked, smirking. "Anyone told you you're not as funny as you think you are?"

"No one's ever assumed I thought I was funny," Susie snorted, reaching across to smack the girl across the shin. "Now get your feet off my fuckin' truck - who raised you?"

Maeve chuckled, sitting up straight as they reached the runway, pulling up alongside the first bomber, the words 'Our Baby' painted in huge letters across the side. From there they both spied Benny immediately, leaning against one of the wheels, smiling as the familiar truck rolled to a halt. Maeve shot Susie a pointed look, earning a faint slap against the shoulder as they both clambered out, veering around back to unload their supplies.

"Alright, take this one down there," Susie grunted, heaving a crate out of the truck and into Maeve's arms, pointing her in the right direction. "And then come back for another one when you're done."

"On it," She nodded, cropped blonde hair bobbing with every movement of her head as she marched dutifully away.

Turning back to the vehicle, Susie reached for the next box, tugging it halfway out before a sudden pair of hands on her waist caught her by surprise, making her jump. "Jesus!" She huffed, turning to shoot Benny a glare as he beamed behind her. "Thought you'd've learnt from yesterday not to scare me when I'm carrying heavy shit."

"Thought I'd take my chances," He shrugged, pressing his lips to her shoulder as she rolled her eyes, turning away again.

"Dickhead," Susie chuckled, shaking her head.

"Woah, there!" DeMarco exclaimed. "Are you allowed to talk to me like that?"

"Allowed?" She parroted, brow raised. "Don't start acting like you get to tell me what to do."

"Well, I do outrank you," He teased, tugging at her waist so that she faced him again, leaning forward until their faces were scarcely an inch apart.

"Well, I don't care," Susie chuckled, tilting her head up to meet him, their lips connecting in a kiss. His hand was on her cheek almost instantly, and she could feel his smile against her, tugging against the strap of his parachute to keep him close.

A sudden yelp caught them both unawares, the pair bolting apart faster than they'd ever come together, each taking a decisive step back. Maeve had just come around the side of the truck, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight of them, grinning harder than Susie had ever seen her grin before.

"Oh, I knew it!" She cackled, delivering a single clap of elation. "Charlotte's gonna love this."

"Maeve," Susie frowned, tone stern.

"What? Not my fault you're havin' a snog in the exact place you told me to come once I'd finished."

She paused, puffing her cheeks slightly, unable to come up with any argument against that. "Right, well, just get on with it then," Susie ordered, waving her hands as she shooed the girl away. Giggling to herself, Maeve grabbed another crate, disappearing again as she wandered off towards the next bomber along the row.

"She'll be the death of me," Susie muttered, turning back to where Benny was fighting to suppress a smile. "You oughta head off as well then, off you go."

"Yes ma'am. See you in a minute," DeMarco nodded sharply, grinning as he pressed another quick peck to her lips before beginning the jog towards his plane.

"Yeah, whatever," She rolled her eyes teasingly, unable to fight the flush of red creeping into her cheeks as she watched him go.

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It would be nearly six hundred days before Susie Lamb and Bernard DeMarco ever saw each other again.

[bcolfanfic]

wip not-wednesday ty for the tags <3

from el dorado part 2.

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“Was just telling Hel, I sure hope they don’t live in a walk up.” Blakely said as he set the tubs down by the door, exhaling and shaking his arms out when they were free. Jamie couldn't see them all that well from the couch but could see enough to be able to tell they were both packed to the lid with kid stuff.

Helen he thought. Patron saint of every good thing.

Jamie walked over with Ollie sitting on his hip when trying to nudge him off his lap and onto the ground didn't seem to go anywhere. He swayed at Benny's side, swiping hair out of where it had fallen in his nephew's eyes. It needed cut, he thought, trying to work out in his head if he or Benny could do it themselves.

“Hey there buddy,” Blakely said softly towards Ollie without a greeting to Jamie, giving his foot a gentle shake. Ollie looked at him through wary eyes, but smiled all the same. “I like these socks, my little guy likes Spiderman too.”

Jamie forced a light laugh as he shifted him on his hip, and Blakely still didn't say anything to him. Just looked past him at Benny like the three-year-old he'd been talking to was being held up an invisible force.

Benny cleared his throat. “We appreciate you guys doing this, really," He said, Blakely nodding along.

“Yeah well,” He started, popping his knuckles as he talked. “We don’t have the space to save everything for hand me downs- ‘specially when we don’t know the gender yet,”

It took one- two, three seconds- and Benny blurting out for Jamie to process what had just been said.

“Helen’s pregnant?”

“What?” 

The two syllables left Jamie and Everett’s mouths at the same time, Jamie’s eyes widening as the other man seemed to shrink on himself. He froze where he stood, sucking in his bottom lip. 

“Wasn’t uh-" He said, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding both of their looks. "Wasn't supposed to say anything to anyone yet, she’s all worried about what everyone’s gonna think,”

“It’s okay,” Benny started. Jamie covered Ollie's ear that wasn't pressed against him with his palm.

“You guys know how babies are made, right?”

Blakely grimaced- one hand on his hip, fingers grazing his pocket as he tapped his foot against the ground.

He looked annoyed. Benny looked annoyed.

Jamie swallowed.

“Take him for a sec?” He finally said after a minute, passing Ollie off to Benny. He didn’t wait for an answer before he walked just past Blakely. clapping a hand on his shoulder as he went. 

The message to follow him was received. 

Blakely didn't so much as look at him out of the corner of his eye in the elevator or after. He crossed his arms and uncrossed them, popped his knuckles, exhaled through his lips and inhaled through his nose.

He looked less annoyed now, Jamie mused to no one. Was back to the usual awkward he'd insisted on being around him since last August.

Jamie fell back to let him walk outside first- and get a few paces ahead before he parked his rear on the steps down to the sidewalk. Blakely paused, one hand shielding his eyes as he squinted down at him in the sun.

If he squinted back at him he could almost see him in Bagram. Same awkward unsure face except with a helmet on his pretty head, buckle straps swinging below his chin. 

“Need mommy to buckle you up?” Jamie would tease, getting an eye roll in response.

But he let him buckle his helmet anyways, always did. And Jamie always chewed on his bottom lip as he pulled the strap to tighten it after, trying to focus on making sure his friend's head was adequately protected. Not on how he could feel him breathing on his fingers. Not on how much bigger his eyes looked standing this close to him. Not on how he was going to script kicking Benny and Croz out of the room when they got back tonight.

“Well,” He said- starting some sort of farewell and stopping when Jamie shook his head at him.

“Sit,” He said, nudging his head towards the spot next to him on the steps. “‘m tired of Benny tellin’ me we gotta talk about this.”

[no-see-um-incorrect]

Concept #R1 “my favorite kind of beauty” Sam/Darlin ⚠️insecure Darlin⚠️ Sam being sappy. ya know the good shit (this takes place directly after the summit)

TAG: @frog-0n-a-l0g @weepingredwillow @everything-redacted-and-others @evansotherthoughts @cyc-chilla (if I forgot anyone please  tell me  and I’ll Tag you on the next)

When the two got home they threw themselves on the couch. exhausted from the nights events. they laid there for about 10 minutes until Sam hears a strange noise coming from his partner.

“either my hearings going or that’s your stomach Darlin” darlin looked at him with an exhausted scowl ”Darlin~ when’s the last time you had anything to eat?” They drop their head into the couch armrest ”I had a donut hole and a Red Bull this morning”

Sam sighs and gets up from the couch pulling his partner’s arm with him “NoOooOOoo- sAm DoNT! If I walk anymore, I’ll claps!” Sam adjusts his grip, and lifts them up by their torso ”if you can answer the door while you’re bleeding out  you can stand up after a party. Come on get up”

They finally stood up, looking at their mate as if he killed their dog. Sam laughed at the expression and  softly kissed their Forehead. “you gotta eat Darlin. I’ll fix you up something quick while you go get changed” Darlin starts walking backwards into the hallway “I hate you, your evil and mean, and your moms a hoe” Sam laughs to himself, and walks towards the kitchen. About halfway there he hears Darlin yell ”I LOVE YOU!” he stops for sec trying to compose himself  he’d be busting a gut at the comment, but he was too exhausted for that right now ”I love you too darlin!”

They walked into the bedroom. Took off almost all their clothes (just underwear or underwear and bra u pick) and place them into the hamper. They grab their pajamas out of the drawer and stand in front of the mirror.

“…..” they remembered the events that occurred just hours prior ”…… Alexis” they spend a few minutes in the mirror, analyzing themselves. Tracing every bump, scar and bruise.  a mental image of Alexis, flashing in their brain.  they had not thought about it. not until this moment, at least, the whole night, they were so focused on making sure Sam and their pack members had a good time they didn’t focus on anything else.

But now they’re left with their thoughts. Going through in their head, every action every touch every little thing  said. They remember seeing Alexis talking to Porter. There was lots of hustle and bustle and noise, but they remember hearing her say one thing one thing that they had stored in the back of their brain since they heard it.

What is the compartmentalizing purposeful?  or was there just so much happening at once  they couldn’t focus on it. But now, in the quiet of their own house with the distant noise of their mate in the kitchen

 they hear it

it’s getting louder 

“Downgraded”

Porter didn’t look too pleased, but then again, he never looked too pleased 

“Downgraded”

Bruises, bumps, cuts, dents.

Alexis didn’t have any of that. Alexis was smooth.  she looks like a Victoria’s Secret model. Every curve in every right place.  she had no scars no bumps, no bruises or dents. she looked beautiful.

She looked beautiful

They didn’t feel beautiful

they didn’t look beautiful

“i’m not beau-DARLIN! FOODS READY!”

They were so occupied by their thoughts they completely forgot they were getting changed. they quickly get changed, and head to the kitchen. Their thoughts not totally leaving them. 

They walking to the kitchen as Sam is putting their food on the table “I told you I’d make something quick, so I made those goddamn Ramen noodles that you like so much” they sit down and take a whiff of the food in front of them “thanks Sam” they sounded occupied like their brain was somewhere else. And it was. 

 Despite how hungry They were their brain was to occupied to eat “does it taste OK darlin? Usually you would’ve inhaled it by now” they try to speak but the lump in their throat prevents it. All they can muster is a quiet “no, it’s good Sam….” That’s it he knew there was something wrong. Of course he can tell. he’s always been able to tell.

“everything all right darlin? you look like somethings weighing on you”

Their bottom lip quivered  as they held back tears. Hearing the concern in his voice felt like it was gonna tip the bucket. They know what they’re thinking is irrational, they know it’s stupid. They don’t want Sam to get upset or mad at the thought but  in the midst of trying to communicate  all they can make out is.

“I can’t tell you..it hurts” well shit now they have to tell him. “hey, what’s going on? you can tell me…I can’t promise that I can help, but something is better than nothing….if somethings bothering you I wanna know. I know there are some things you don’t wanna talk about and that’s completely fine but  I can tell that whatever you’re thinking about is putting a strain on you”

Yep there’s the bucket tipper. They rest their elbows on the table and cover their face with their hands. A few seconds past before they let out a quiet sob, they start trying to explain. Everything words melting together in between sobs at an almost incomprehensible speed. 

“Hey hey hey slow down. Shhh shhh. Take a deep breath darlin’ it’s OK” they managed to compose themselves “she’s so pretty Sam. Alexis…… she’s so pretty and so smooth and so perfect looking….. she looks like honey and glass…she’s so soft and she smells good….she’s beautiful……” they look down at their hands covered in calluses and cuts. “…..and I’m not…” Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Just hearing them talk about them selves like that brought tears to his eyes. 

“Darlin…you see the world through your eyes, your perspective, and that’s all well and good, but when it comes to looking at yourself, it’s about as good as being blind”  he softly reaches his hands up and holds their face looking them in their eyes 

(heads up, Sam is about to gush hard)

“when I see you and her next to each other it’s uncomparable…. i’m not just talking about personality wise. I’m talking about how every time I see your face I feel my face getting hotter. I’m talking about how I see you dancing I see you smile and I see you laugh and my heart stops… i’m talking about how under that moonlight the night we Met. My heart told me how much it loved you in a language I couldn’t speak yet. And it ain’t never felt like that with her….never. Not once” he pulled them closer making their foreheads touch.  “hell tonight you made me feel like a school boy on prom night…. I was waiting for you to get ready I felt all nervous…fuck Milo and Asher we’re making fun of me because I couldn’t stop staring…..I heard about what Alexis said Vinson’s partner told me….and I am so sorry that you had to hear that….I would’ve started a fight right then and there if Vincent didn’t advise against it”

He softly wiped their tears away. “ I know how you feel. because I felt it to…..and I know my words can’t fix everything. But I can be here whenever you need me even if you just text me even just a call and I’ll tell you how beautiful you are….Hell it’s embarrassing How long I could go on for about you….you’re my favorite kind of beauty….The kind of beauty With texture..kind of beauty with feeling, the kind of beauty that looks like they were carved from natures, favorite tree, the kind of beauty that gets even more perfect with every imperfection…” That smile. Shit that smile. they bury their face in his shoulder  “fuck Sammy!” they wrap their arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Both of their cheeks so red they’re almost glowing.  “shit you’re about to  make me cry for different reasons dammit!” he pulls them into his lap. And hold them tight, planting soft kisses up the shoulder to their jaw. “my darlin, my sweetie pie, my baby~” darlin giggles at the name  “sweetie pie! damn, you really are southern” they laugh with a small sniffle following.

“I think it’s time for us to put this day to rest… hold on tight darlin” he gently lifts them up by their thighs. As they wrap their arms around his neck. ”Sam I can walk” “just because you can doesn’t mean I want you to” he speeds to their room and lays on the bed. Still holding onto them as they lay their head on his chest. ”….hey Sam?” “yeah darlin?”  they hesitate for a moment. “can you do the thing?” he chuckles. “you’re gonna need to be a little more descriptive than that Darlin” they let out a sigh  “remember when I had that panic attack a little while back…and nothing was working, so you did the thing” he mouth and a quick oh OK and starts running his fingers through their hair slowly and methodically 

He starts to quietly hum a tune.

“🎶you are my sunshine🎶 my only sunshine🎶 you make me happy when skies are gray🎶 you’ll never know dear how much I love you🎶 please don’t take my sunshine away🎶 the other night dear🎶as I lay sleeping🎶  I dreamed I held  you in my arms🎶  when I awoke dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried🎶 you are my sunshine~ my only sunshine~ You make me happy~ when skies are gray🎶 you’ll never know dear how much I love you please don’t take my darlin away~🎶”  he looks down at his partner, snoring softly on his chest. Sleeping peacefully. his favorite site to see. He squeezes them a little tighter.  and kisses the top of their head.  “sweet dreams sleeping beauty. you deserve them”

Soon after Sam fell asleep. Holding his partner close. 

Oh wow. oh damn. (i’m not crying you are) moral of the story. Y’all are fucking gorgeous, Alexis is a Cunt and Sam is wifey, any questions……didn’t think so. Credits to @weepingredwillow for suggesting the song Sam sings (thank you mama) and yea hope you like it. Sorry if there’s any typos. 

 

[triplexdoublex]

Let Go (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Jaden x Landon

Tags/warnings: mentions of licking cum, a daddy kink joke, skinny dipping , diving off cliffs

A/N: this chapters pretty mild, no real smut, but lots of sexiness, and cute romantic shit. But prepare yourself for chapter 6 🥵 🌶️

Jaden

Not much has changed in the past few weeks besides my hair color— Landon helped me dye it back dark again— and our nightly routine. I’m surprised the two of us don’t have lock jaw by now, the way we’ve been taking care of eachother every night. Last night was particularly fun. I’ve been getting so much better at controlling my gag reflex — you know what they say, practice makes perfect— I was able to take Landon deeper than I ever have; my lips only a few inches shy of the base. I’m feeling it this morning though, my throat is kinda sore. I hope it doesn’t affect recording today. I’m supposed to meet Travis in ten minutes at the studio. Good thing it’s in the house and I don’t have to go far because I’m still laying in bed with Landon wrapped around me, fast asleep. I carefully lift his arm and wiggle out from his hold, take off my boxers from last night, and put on a clean pair. I throw on some sweats and my Ugg slippers, but before I leave, I pick up my dirty boxers and lay them on Landon’s pillow— he’ll know what to do with them. Then I brush his curls aside with my fingertips, and kiss his forehead.

***

Recording isn’t going too bad, but I’m definitely struggling hitting the higher notes on some of the songs; my voice sounds strained when I try. I’m just about to re-record a part I’m having trouble with when my phone rings. It’s Landon.

“Gimme a sec.” I hold a finger up to Travis and head outside for some privacy.

“ G’morning baby, how’s it going?” I answer.

“So far so good, but I just woke up like twenty minutes ago, I’m still laying in bed.”

“Did you get the surprise I left for you?”

“Mmm sure did, just finished using them. My cums still warm on my stomach. You should come clean me up with your tongue.”

“Fuckin’ Christ, Landon!” I push down the tent that’s trying to form in my sweatpants. “You can’t talk like that when I’m at the studio with your dad, you’re lucky I stepped outside. He doesn’t need to be seeing this,” I adust myself again.

“Seeing what,” Landon teases.

“You know damn well what?” I scold him playfully.

“I know,” Landon laughs. “ I just love that I can get you hard with just my words.”

“Well, when the words are said with a voice like yours, it’s hard not too.”

“Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?” Landon questions.

“It means, I kinda have a thing for your voice, ok?”

“Since when?”

“I dunno, Landon. Probably since you decided to whisper ‘Need some help’ in the middle of me jerking off. A voice that sultry and deep has no business coming out of a boy as pretty as you. I’m mean, I’m here for it. But right now, I gotta get back to the studio, your dads waiting for me.”

“Yeah, and daddy’s still waiting for you to come here and clean him up,” he says in an exaggerated deep voice before busting out laughing.

“Oh my god, you are so unserious sometimes!” I laugh along with him. “Shit, your dads coming, gotta go.” I hit end call, shove my cell in my pocket and quickly turn around to tuck my bricked up dick under my waistband.

“Everything okay?” Travis asks, joining me outside as I spin back around.

“Uh yeah, umm sorry about that. It was just —“

“Lemme guess, girlfriend?” Travis teases.

“Umm not, exactly? But yeah…close enough.”

“Can I offer you some advice?” Travis claps a hand onto my shoulder.

“Uhh, Sure.”

“Whoever she is, don’t let her get away. Make it official. I can tell she’s special. I’ve never seen your face light up like that when any of your past girlfriends have called. I’ve never seen you smile and laugh as much as you did before you hung up that call. You’re in love.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just stand there speechless, like a deer in lights,because he’s right; I am in love.

“Tell you what… why don’t you take the rest of the day off to let your voice rest up, and go spend some time with her, and tell her how you feel.”

Landon

“Hey,baby, you’re back early today. You’re a little too late to help clean me up though.” I laugh.

“Stop,” Jaden laughs, throwing a pillow at me. “That dicks done enough damage for one day as is.”

“What!?”

“My throats too hoarse to be hitting high notes today.” Jaden clarifies, plopping down next to me on my bed. “I wonder why that is?” His blue eyes look at me accusingly, and we both laugh before sharing a quick kiss.

“Hey, I was thinking. I have a cute date planned for us this weekend, but since you have the rest of the day off and it’s gorgeous out, why don’t we go now?”

“Aww, I’d love to!” Jaden smiles. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise, but you’ll need swim trunks.”

***

“Where you you guys going?” My dad asks as we’re leaving. I don’t understand, but he’s giving Jaden an odd look.

“Remember that place you used to take me and Bama when we were small? We’re going there.”

“Okayyy?” He says sounding more like a question than a statement. I’m super confused am I missing something?

“With um.. friends.” Jaden adds nervously just like our last date.

“Oh, in that case have fun. You got this J,” My dad gives Jaden a fist bump.

“Thanks,” Jaden smiles.

“What the fuck, was that all about?” I ask Jaden as we get into my car.

“I’ll explain later.”

Jaden

When Landon stops the car and starts to get out I’m confused as hell. We’re in an abandoned parking lot next to a dumpster and some old train tracks.

“Ummm, Landon? No offense, but when you said ‘cute date’ this isn’t exactly what I was picturing.” I say, exiting the car as well.

“Trust me, you’ll love it!” Landon says walking towards the wooded area surrounding the parking lot. “Just follow me.”

“Should I be worried that you're gonna murder me and bury me in these woods?” I joke as we make our way down a steep overgrown path.

“How’d you guess?” Landon jokes back.

After a few more steps I can make out the sound of rushing water. The sound grows closer with each step until we’re standing in front of a beautiful swimming hole with bluegreen water, and a small waterfall, surrounded by rocky cliffs and overgrown trees with exposed roots.

“Holy shit, this place is so cool. How’d you know this was here?”

“My dad used to take me and Bama here when we were kids. It was his favorite spot to go, to just be a normal family; no paps, no fans ect. We would stay here all day, swimming, jumping from some of the smaller cliffs into the water, collecting and skipping rocks. My favorite thing we did was catching baby frogs. My dad taught me and Bama how to cup our hands just right, so we could catch them. Then we’d dig a little hole on the shore and fill it with water and make them a little frog pool. I have such great memories here and I wanted to bring you here and make some memories with you too.”

“That's the cutest shit I’ve ever heard,” I grab his hand, as I begin walking backwards into the water, pulling him along with me, “I’d love to make memories here with you.”

“J, careful,it dro—“ Is the last thing I hear before the sound of water fills my ears. Landon quickly tugs me back to the surface and I shake the water from my hair.

“Holy shit, that drops out of nowhere” I laugh.

“Sorry, I tried to warn you,” Landon joins me, wading in the deeper water. “Over there—,” he points to a dark and murky area a few feet in front of us, “It gets super deep. My dad used to dive off the cliffs to that spot.”

“Yeah, I’m not going over there, I don’t mess with water I can't see the bottom of, it freaks me out!”

“But, you have to, that’s the only way to get to frog island. I want you to see it!”

“Frog what?”

“Frog Island. That’s what me and Bama used to call it anyways. See that little area that’s not covered with water?” He points again. “It’s filled with tons of baby frogs, it’s so cool!!”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“I’ll carry you if I have to, J.” He scoops me up in his arms and starts kicking towards the island.

“Fine, but I’m letting you know right now, if something touches my leg, I’mma scream like a girl.” I wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy the ride.

“Jaden, don’t make me laugh right now, I’m gonna drown!” He chuckles. “Any second it should start getting shallower again and then you can just walk.”

“Yes, boss,” I joke, giving Landon a flirtatious smile followed by a kiss on his cheek. I love the fun playful side he brings out of me.

“Ok, I can touch the bottom now, I’m putting you down. We gotta be careful where we step when we get to shore, they’re everywhere.

I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have to watch my step anyway considering how rocky the island is. Just as I’m about to ask Landon where the frogs are, one of the “rocks” jumps up and lands on my foot.

“Well, hello there,” I bend down to pet him, but in the blink of an eye he’s gone. “What the —, where’d he go?”

“Yeah, they’re super fast,” Landon approaches me with clasped hands.

“Did you catch one already!?” I ask excitedly.

“Yeah, you wanna hold ‘em, babe? Cup your hands together.

Landon

The look on his face when I gently move the frog from my hands to his own, is such pure innocent joy—like a child receiving a puppy on Christmas morning—and it makes my heart swell. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off telling him I’m in love with him before my heart bursts, but I don’t wanna scare him off, when eveythings been going so well. Maybe I’m delusional, but it seems like the feelings are mutual. I’m just kinda hoping he says it first.

Before Jaden even has the chance to fully close his hands around the frog, it leaps landing on his bare chest. Jaden reaches down to pet him with one finger, and to both our surprise he stays put.

“Aww, he likes you….not as much as I do of course,” I say playfully. Jaden looks up smiling at me. I swear our eyes communicate the words we’re both dying to say, as they lock momentarily, until the frog startles us both, springing from Jaden's chest, and back to the ground.

We spend a good chunk of the day —as afternoon fades into evening— on that island catching frogs together. We even make a little pool for them on the shoreline just like when I was a kid. It’s amazing getting to recreate some of my fondest childhood memories with him , but there’s still one thing we haven’t done yet; cliff jumping.

Jaden

“Hey, where are you going?” I question as Landon gets back into the water, and swims towards the deep part, leaving me stranded.

“You’ll see,” he shouts back, as he begins to climb the cliffs across the the island.

“Landon, please don’t, you’re gonna get hurt!” I start reluctantly wading into the water after him.

“I’ve done this a million times, I’ll be fine, I promise!” He proclaims from the top of the cliff.

The next thing I know he’s stripping out of his swim trunks, and throwing them down to me. Before I even get a chance to ask him what the fuck he’s doing, he’s jumping from the cliff. He lands in the water with a splash and swims up to me, shaking the water from his raven curls.

“Missing these,” I hand him his swim trunks.

“What’s wrong, you've never been skinny dipping?”

“Ahh, fuck—what was that?!” I freak out feeling something brush my thigh.

“It’s me, baby. It’s just my hand. Relax, take these off.” He tugs on my swim trunks. “Wanna skinny dip with you.”

I do as I’m told, and toss both our trunks to shore, before wrapping my legs around Landon’s waist.

“This has been the best date I’ve ever been on, thank you so much,” I kiss his soft lips.

“You’re welcome, I'm having an amazing time with you too. I’d do anything for you, J.”

My heart swells and I know it’s time. I take a deep breath and begin..

“Hey, umm remember earlier when you asked about what your dad said to me and I said I’d tell you later?”

“Yeah? What about it ?”

“Well it’s later and so.. um when I got off the phone with you at the studio earlier today, you’re dad asked if I was talking to my girlfriend and I said ‘not exactly’ but he told me whoever it was I shouldn’t let them get away, because he’s never seen me light up like that when any of my other girlfriends have called in the past, and that he’s never seen me smile and laugh as much as I did before hanging up the phone, and that he can tell they must be really special. He told me to take the rest of the day off, to spend time with them and tell them how I feel … and the truth is I feel like I’m in love, I love you, Landon.”

“Fuck, I love you too!” He grabs my face and starts kissing me. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I didn’t want to scare you. I love you so much J!” He reconnects our mouths again and I can taste the excitement on his tongue, the way it happily dances with mine.

And I can feel his excitement, starting to prod against the crack of my ass, and it’s then that I realize how bad I want him inside of me. I don’t even think twice before letting him know..

“Want you.. wanna have sex.. want you inside me,” I pant in between kisses.

“Wait, are you sure? I know that was one of your boundaries?”

“I’m sure, I’m ready… and a bottom, apparently,” I laugh.

“Baby, if you’re not comfortable, I’ll— umm, I just wanna be with you.”

“No, it's okay. I want to” I smile and give him a kiss.

“Well then, we better head back home,” Landon smirks.

“I’m letting you know right now, I’m taking a shower before we do anything, whether you like it or not,” I tease.

“Uh fine,” Landon laughs, but I’m taking one with you.

[leakyrectum]

loving these tags cause i wanna talk about this too

the monkees fucking blows my mind with how ahead of its time some of the humor/pacing/editing/etc was (especially in season 2). like um. im tired as fuck right now and not good with words but these scenes for example really feel like a precursor to youtube poop and that's one of the reasons i adore this show so much.

i can only add one video so i gotta do another post with the second clip gimme a sec (thank you @mystical-one for reminding me i never talked about this on tumblr)

edit: check reblogs i posted another clip

[getonite]

hiiii! seen a couple of people do this, plus i realized i don't appreciate my mutuals as much as i should. and since the year is ending (literally today), i thought i'd appreciate y'all for a lil bit.

→ if the tagging irritated you, i apologize 🙏🏾. if i missed you, lmk, i was 100% half asleep while making this! (this is actually so embarrassing ngl. but i luv yall 🫶🏾)

(🎧 : avian) → @sensivs

starting off with my pookie with a beautiful (horny) brain. im dead fucking serious i have zero idea how we became mutuals (🧍🏾‍♂️). i just remembering talking to you one day, and the we were having full conversations in dms lmaoo. an emoji ring, helios, an unborn baby (??), and multiple fic ideas...now we're at the end of the year. i really appreciate you and all of your chaotic energy, it made me laugh! and all of your prompts are immaculate (🤌🏽). i await the days you post more fics or drabbles so i can support you the way you have me! :) luv u pooks, i def wanna ramble u more about hcs!

→ (i sound like im about to die omg)

(🎧 : snail/seraph) → @flimsyichigo

again, zero fucking idea when we became mutuals (i don't remember shit). we don't talk too often but i be seein you likeing my horrendously down bad and chaotic thoughts...i appreciate you bro (🙏🏾). i love your fluffy blue lock sruff, and your overall vibes are (yes, through the screen) amazing! thank you for dealing with my bullshit.

→ (as i type this, i realize just how many mutuals i have jeez, (half of which i barely talk to but still))

(🎧 : ame) → @pastelclovds

ameeeee, number 1 ive always loved your writing (iterally giggling and kicking my feet as i press the like button). your themes r so fucking gorgeous omg. we don't talk as often, but i love when we do interact. i hope we can more (im just easily embarrassed).

→ (i sound like a teenager leaving a love letter in a locker. omggggg)

(🎧 : ace ) → @acefantasyy

another person who puts up with my horrendously down bad bullshit takes. i applaude you for dealing with my ass lmaoo. but, on another note, i smile when i see you in my notes (no, i didn't originally mean that 2 b a joke). i really appreciate the reply you made when i went on a little break, thank you! i hope you continue to deal me, and i hope we interact more!

→ (i really gotta start talkin 2 yall more)

(🎧 : riri) → @pynkkgeto

we're friends irl. i don't have 2 say shit 4 u (luv uuu 🫶🏾)

(🎧 : rome) → @satocidal

yet another person who delt with my nonsense lol. you're quite busy, so you won't see this for a second. but thank you for being awesome and making me laugh with your naobito jokes. thank for the reply you left when i was the one going on break. hope all goes well for you!

(🎧 : idk ur name TvT) → @infrunamie

i feel so bad omg. but i wanted to appreciate your writing for a sec. whether its a drabble, headcanons, a fic, or just 100 words, your brain is miraculous when you write cuz it always leads to me wanted more. seriously, i love it. i was actually shocked you followed me, literally looked up to your writing ong (🙏🏾). i love it when you show up in my notes even if it's just a like. thank you for your reply when i went on break, trust, all of them got me through those shitty ass exams! ty!

→ (im sure this isn't what my therapist meant by being outgoing but im gunna do ts anyway)

(🎧 : spirit) → @spiritfrvr

literally the best vibes on earth i swear. your blog is like a fluffy hug omg. and (imo), you kinda bring that over to other blogs. i'd really like to talk to you more and ramble about random shit! :)

(🎧 : arlan) → @asuyaka

your drabbles r so cuuutee! i love them so much omg. especially the taking care of suguru one! i was surprised you liked my writing sm, and i love yours the same! i really appreciate the little reply under the break post and the christmas tree! seeing notifs of u makes me smile!

(🎧 : qi) → @yaekiss

i don't think we've been mutuals for too long, but omg we reeally should speak more!! i loved your message on the christmas tree! i love the vibe and look of your blog omg. i hope we can interact more!

(🎧 : juno) → @arlertdarling

hi junooo! ty for the message on my christmas tree, and i agree! we really should interact more! you seem like a realllly cool person, plus im on my fucking knees for your writing, dead serious. hope we can talk more, i hope you have a great 2024!

→ (srsly, y tf do i sound like im moving far away or smth TvT)

(🎧 : najma) → @honeybleed

ilysm ong. number one, we cousins (😔✊🏾; im joking pls help), number two, your theme was downright gorgeous (still is), number three, your writing it delicious. i haven't had too much time lately, buuut, i love how you post content that isn't completely smut (as a smut blog that fails at angst lol). its nice to get a break and see fluffy or angsty stuff in the tags instead of the same repeated material. you know you what you like and you stand firm in what you say (i need 2 b more like u fr), and your overall vibes are amazing! i love seeing your anime takes omg. i hope we can interact more in 2024!

→ (that kinda rhymed...and unrelated, but im listening to the mean girls soundtrack or 4 hours of sleep writing this)

(🎧 : yoru) → @dilfverz

number one, thank you for the messege on my christmas tree. number two, your so cool (😭). i love your themes and your writing, how you interact with ppl and anons is funny lol. literally look up to your writing ngl. i super appreciate your for explaining genshin impact to me, cuz im definitely not playing that damn game lol. your reblogs and likes in my notes make me wanna cry ngl. thank you for being so cool! (🙏🏾)

→ (am i over using emojis? i am so tired omg)

(🎧 : sy) → @wrizzesley

we just became mutuals like a week ago lmaoo. but i love your writing so much. and your themes?!?! (:O). i know damn well that shit is time consuming and exhausting, i applaud you, i could never lol. but anyway, i hope we can interact more in this new year. i think your really cool!

(🎧 : astro? idk im so sorry) → @astroknottt

i love your writing holy fuck. but other than that, i love it when you reblog my stuff! esp with those little comments, they've given me a bunch of motivation. and seeing you write such toe curling shit, that gives me motivation too! hope we can interact some more in the new year!

→ (pls ignore my silent pleas for help in these notes, but my vision is wonky. i promise im going to sleep in a second)

(🎧 : ) → @naee0

your probably locked out of tumblr again lol. but if you see this, thank you for your chaotic energy! and even if it was one sentence, what you sent on thr break post, i really appreciate it! even if you or me aren't on tumblr much, i hope we can interact a bit more! you're pretty cool! and i loved those drabbles. i hope your doing great!

PRODUCER MESSEGE: "i think that was all. again, if i missed you, please lmk. i might have been blind (my eyes prolly look like that squidward meme). but i appreciate all of you! thank you, and pls dont hate me 🙏🏾"

[sephirthoughts]

Vincent Got a Phone

rating: not explicit yet

they will fuck eventually i swear

tags: valenwind, cid/vincent, fluff, humor, background sephiroth/cloud, background aerti

link to prev chapter at bottom

Chapter 3: Because Men

It was just after sunset, and Cid was strolling down the bustling street with his good hand in his pocket, and a cigarette in his mouth. He was feeling inexplicably down, since the other day, when Vinnie knocked him on his ass, and then Tifa and Yuffie told him about Vinnie and Aerith’s secret relationship.

He sighed, ejecting a plume of blue-white smoke with his breath. He guessed he should be happy for his buddy, finding a pretty girl who liked him, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling of intense repulsion, to the idea of Vincent dating Aerith.

Of course, he didn’t stop to question whether he only felt that way because it was that specific girl, or if he’d feel that way about Vincent dating any girl. He just assumed it was probably because the two really didn’t seem like a good fit, like Tifa and Yuffie said.

As for talking to Vinnie about it…he’d agreed to give it a whack, but this type of thing was just about as far out of his wheelhouse as it got. He’d always been focused on his work, and never got past a date or two with any woman, before he got bored, or went heads-down on a project and forgot about them entirely.

The closest thing he’d ever had to a relationship was with his cradle-to-grave, ride-or-die platonic life-partner Shera. Come to think of it, maybe Shera could help. She had more girlfriends than you could shake a stick at, she had to know more about this shit than he did.

“I have no clue how to talk to heteros, those people are freaks,” she said, when he called her. He could hear thumping music in the background and a crowd whooping and cheering. “All joking aside, if you really think your boy is making a bad decision, you gotta be honest with him about your concerns. But you have to be prepared for him to push back. People don’t like to be interfered with, when it comes to romance. Hang on. Baby, there you are! Are you ready to—yeah, I’m coming, just a sec! Cid? I gotta go. Just be honest, ok? Especially with yourself. Love you. Bye.”

Cid stuffed his phone back in his pocket and leaned on a nearby wall, puffing disconsolately on his cigarette. As he did, he happened to glance over and catch a flash of golden-blonde hair, across the street. Sure enough, it was Cloud. He was typing on his phone, and it was too far to call out to him, so Cid kept smoking his cigarette and waited.

When Cloud looked up, Cid tried to wave to him, but the young man was directly accosted by a group of scantily clad women, and didn’t see him. After brushing the ladies off rather brusquely, Cloud turned around and walked in the door of the place he’d been standing in front of. The Ramblin’ Rose Love Hotel, to be exact.

Cid stood there scratching his head. Now, what would their resident clueless virgin be doing going into a shady-ass place like that? Usually folks brought hookers back to those places, but he just couldn’t see Cloud doing something like that.

So…he must be meeting someone. Damn. Was there something in the water? Everyone seemed to have the spring fever, all the sudden.

Cid flicked his cigarette butt away and walked off down the street, about ten seconds before an extremely tall and broad-shouldered man, in a large, black, hooded overcoat, came up the street and entered the Ramblin’ Rose Love Hotel.

Oblivious to any potential pursuers, Vincent and Aerith once again departed the group’s hotel, in one another’s company. Aerith had the ingenious idea of renting a room in a karaoke bar, which was both private enough that they could talk freely, and not so private that it would cause proper old man Vincent to panic, and so that was where they went.

Presently, they were seated on the long, red couch, under the disco lights and the colorful illumination of a neglected video screen, proclaiming ‘Mega Karaoke!’ in big, bright letters, interrupted by an animation of dancing microphones, every few minutes.

“Today’s lesson: talking,” Aerith announced.

Vincent crossed his arms. “I know how to talk.”

“How many words have you said to him—”

“Thirty-three.”

“—today.”

“Oh. I thought you were going to say this week. Today…two.”

“Bearing in mind that grunting does not count as a word.”

“…”

“That’s what I thought. Here’s what the sisters and I think is the core of the issue, Vincent. You are the type of person who doesn’t talk much, due to a whole big ball of social anxiety and self-esteem issues. However, you are also the type of person who is extremely good looking, and because of that, other people don’t see you as the awkward anxiety-ball you are. Your weirdness actually makes you seem aloof and a bit cold. Like you don’t care about anyone or anything. We think that may be hindering your progress with Mr. Highwind.”

“I seem cold?”

“Yeah, kinda. I mean, not to me, because I understand how you are, but to other people.”

Vincent scowled and hid in his cloak. “I don’t know how to not seem cold. I tried your advice, and I couldn’t do any of it right. Maybe I’m better off not trying to connect with another human. I only make a terrible mess of things.”

“No, no, no, don’t give up, now!” Aerith urged. “We’ve made so much progress!”

“I frightened him, injured him, and nearly burned the hotel down, trying to bake cookies. How is that progress?”

“It’s personal growth! Getting out of your comfort zone and trying something new is the hardest thing in the world, and you did it. Whether or not things work out with Mr. Highwind, I’m really proud of you. And I’m grateful to have got the opportunity to know you, and become your friend.”

“I…I am, as well. Even if the advice hasn’t quite panned out, you encouraged me to come out of my shell. More than that, you made the effort to get to know me, when everyone else is either afraid of me, or doesn’t think I’m worth their time. You are a good person, Aerith. I am truly grateful for your friendship.”

“Awwwww, Vincent!” Aerith laughed, then she burst promptly into tears and threw her arms around him.

Just as she did, the door to their karaoke booth banged open. They both leapt to their feet, only to see Cloud stumbling backward into the room, looking very much like he’d been pushed by someone in the hall.

“Cloud?” Aerith said.

“Gah!” Cloud yelped, spreading his arms out in front of the open doorway, as if to hide someone. “I can explain! It’s not what it looks like!”

The other two looked past him, then back at him. The hallway was empty. If there had been another person there, they had already vanished.

Sensing their confusion, Cloud turned and peered out the door, then stepped all the way in, letting it swing shut behind him. “Aerith? Vincent? What are you two doing here?”

“Us? What are you doing breaking into other people’s booths and acting like a lunatic?” Aerith countered. “Who were you with? Why were you trying to hide them?”

“N—no one. I wasn’t with anyone,” Cloud said, laughing nervously. “I was just…I was talking to the waitress, and I tripped. And fell into the door.”

Aerith and Vincent both crossed their arms.

“You tripped,” Vincent said dubiously.

“And fell into the door,” Aerith said, even more dubiously.

Cloud nodded. “Yep. Yes. That’s what I did. You know me. Clumsy Cloud.”

“It was closed all the way,” Vincent pointed out. “How did you turn the knob while tripping into it?”

“I must’ve grabbed it to stop myself. You know, it’s all kind of a blur. Just out of curiosity, are you guys here by yourselves, or are there, like…other people from the group lying in wait, nearby?”

“Lying in wait?” Aerith asked. “What are you, on the lam?”

“You’re behaving strangely,” Vincent observed. “As if you have something to hide.”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Cloud assured them. “I was just, uh. Startled. To run into you guys, out of nowhere. Also, you never answered my question. What are you doing here?”

“Karaoke,” Vincent said grimly.

“Obviously. What else would we be doing at a karaoke bar?”

Cloud squinted doubtfully at Vincent. “You sing?”

Vincent’s crimson and gold Chaos eye glowed ominously in the disco-ball lighted half-dark. “Yes.”

“Vincent happens to have a lovely singing voice, not that it’s any of your business,” Aerith sniffed. “But you’ll have to hear it some other time. We were just leaving.”

Cloud looked back and forth between them, then crossed his arms. “Wait a minute, is there something going on betw—”

“Think carefully before you finish that sentence,” Vincent warned, laying his hand on Cerberus.

Aerith put her hands on her hips. “Vincent, what did we say about violence as a first resort?”

Vincent sighed and took his hand off the gun. “Only when they have it coming.”

It was fortunate that he didn’t have his hand on his weapon anymore, because at that moment, the door banged open again, and two people burst in, one of them shouting, “Ahhh-ha!”

Cloud, Aerith, and Vincent all turned, to see none other than Tifa and Yuffie. Both young ladies stopped short, looking confused, and Yuffie dropped her pointing finger.

“What are you doing here?” Tifa asked, meaning Cloud.

“Karaoke,” all three answered in unison.

Yuffie squinted doubtfully at Vincent. “You sing?”

“We’ve already been through this, Vincent has a lovely voice, et cetera,” Aerith cut in. “What are you two doing here, now?”

“Also Karaoke,” the two newcomers answered.

Vincent looked around at the group, from behind his collar. “This situation is ridiculous. I’m leaving,” he said, and walked past them, out the door.

“Yeah, me too,” Cloud added, following him. “D—does anyone know if the doors on these rooms lock?”

Back at the hotel, Vincent ran into Cid—not literally, this time, he’d learned his lesson about that—coming down the path, in front of their rooms. He winced at seeing Cid’s arm still in the sling and lowered his head, thinking to let the man pass by.

“Hey, Vinnie, there y’are!” Cid said affably. “Feel like a drink?”

Vincent nodded, as an intense feeling of relief welled up in him, to find his friend behaving normally. “Yes. Yes I do.”

“I never seen him with anyone, so I can’t say who he mighta been meetin’ there,” Cid was saying, after they’d been seated at the hotel bar, with tumblers of whiskey in front of them. “It ain’t the kinda place you bring a respectable lady.”

“He can’t have stayed more than a couple of hours,” Vincent said. “I just saw him at the Mega Karaoke, acting very strangely.”

“Uh. Mega Karaoke?”

“Yes.”

Cid squinted doubtfully at him. “You sing?”

“No. Aerith and I went there to…talk about something, privately. Which did not work out, at all. Somehow, nearly everyone we know arrived and barged into the room, during that one hour.”

“Y—you went there to talk privately, with Aerith?”

“Yes.”

Cid swallowed the rest of his whiskey in one go. “So, speakin’ of Aerith. There, uh…there anything you wanna tell me?”

Vincent froze, with his hand on his glass. How the hell did Cid know what he’d been talking about with Aerith? Did someone overhear them, and tattle? He wouldn’t have thought so, a week ago, but the bizarre behavior of their group in the past few days had him feeling like they were all in a slapstick comedy, set in a high school. Well. Fuck it. If Cid already knew, there was no point attempting to deny it.

He nodded slowly. “There is something I want to tell you. But I don’t think this is the right place to talk.”

About ten minutes later, they were strolling through the completely deserted hotel garden, which no one but Vincent ever used at night, chiefly because it was very dark and a little creepy.

“So, here’s the thing about relationships,” Cid said, much to Vincent’s relief, as he had no idea how to open such a topic. “Sometimes, just cause someone’s good lookin’ and fun to talk to, don’t mean the two of you’d be any good together. Ya gotta be sure it ain’t just, like…infatuation. Those kindsa feelings go away pretty quick. If you act on ‘em, before you’re sure it’s more than that, people could wind up gettin’ hurt.”

“But what if you’re sure it’s more than a passing infatuation?” Vincent asked. “What if you know it?”

Cid puffed thoughtfully on his cigarette. “Even then, there’s people who’s good for each other, and people who ain’t. Like, say, people who are different ages and got different kinds of lives. They likely ain’t a good fit, in the long run. No matter how good it feels at the beginning, one day, those cracks’ll start showin’.”

“I disagree,” Vincent said flatly.

Cid blinked. “Ya do?”

“Yes. I don’t think things like being the same age and having the same life experience are all that important, in the grand scheme of things. The important thing is finding a person who…who feels like the missing part of you. Like you could spend every day with them, forever, and never get tired of them. When you find that person, it isn’t something to take lightly, or to give up on, just because of what might happen in the future, or because of what others might think.”

“Shit. The missing part of you…” Cid trailed off, looking dazed. “Ya really feel that way?”

Vincent took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes. I do. I’ve felt that way for a while, but…I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I guess if that’s how ya feel, then that’s that.” Cid flicked his cigarette away and pushed his hands back through his hair, then rubbed them together in an agitated manner. “Look, I’ll always support ya, Vinnie, and I just want you to be happy, so…I’ll learn to accept it. But I might need a little time. I—I can’t talk about this, anymore. I gotta go clear my head. Give Aerith my best.”

With that, Cid walked off, leaving Vincent standing in the inky-black shadows of the hotel garden, alone.

He’d felt the rejection coming, since the conversation started, but he had no idea why Cid should become more upset, the more they talked. Now, it seemed as if he’d lost his best friend, and the man he’d fallen for, all at once. Dejected and disoriented, he went back to his room, shut off all the lights, closed the curtains, and slid under the bed, to try and sleep off the pain.

Cid, meanwhile, was walking briskly, without a destination in mind, unable to shake off the intense feelings of loss and disappointment, that had nearly crushed the air out of his lungs, when he heard Vincent say Aerith was the missing part of him.

Why should hearing his best friend say something like that about a woman be so painful? He had no clue. He only knew he’d had to either escape, or implode, so he chose escape. And drinking. Some things could only be properly examined from the bottom of a bottle. He found a different shithole bar than the shithole bar he and Vinnie had been in, earlier, and opened a tab.

A few drinks in, he wasn’t feeling any better, and was in fact, feeling much worse. All he could think about was Vincent with that pretty, young girl, holding hands and laughing (her laughing, that is, Cid doubted Vincent was capable of such a thing), being ‘together’ the obnoxious way couples are, when the relationship is new.

Tch. When the shine came off that apple, don’t expect ol’ Cid to be around to pick up the pieces. Cause he damn well wouldn’t. He’d be hangin’ out with someone better, who wouldn’t run off after the first pretty skirt that wandered by, and leave their best friend all alone, to nurse his broken heart over a bottle of cheap ass whis—wait a goddamn minute, broken heart?

“Oh,” Cid said, staring wide-eyed into middle distance, as he quickly reexamined everything he believed about himself. “Fuck.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY

sephiroth: (waiting in the next karaoke booth) that little brat better get his ass in here soon

sephiroth: ...

sephiroth: i can't believe they don't have "i'm just a girl" what the fuck kind of place are they running

link to prev chapter

[spotsupstuff]

i sense how on the contrary, when moon is in Zeph’s local group the members will all go ‘omg youre actually letting us do this’ or be surprised of her leniency with almost anything(or if she gets upset she wont be yelling her ass off and will try to remain calm), because of how Zeph would usually be so strict with em and they didnt expect better

see- first you gotta understand that the chancla doesn't really Hurt the iterators. while they definitely can feel through their puppets, those things are made to be sturdy (throw a normal or singularity bomb into Pebs' chamber,he's fine, i know he just doesn't have health but worldbuilding is worldbuilding so i guess a fully functional iterator is fine with blackhole into the head). it maybe stings for a sec but it's not worse than gettin pinched (also where did you get that she yells at em, she's only exclaimed so far i think. if you check how she handled Innocence, that's how she generally goes about it- no yellin for the sake of puttin 'em in place, she's just venting out her frustrations into the air)

the Point of the chancla is to get the target's unwavering attention so she can talk some sense into them WITHOUT using the senior privilege which is far more invading since it cuts straight through their systems and forces the juniors to stop everything to pay attention. these things are giant supercomputers! they are going to have a different perspective on what counts as "too much"/"too bad" than us humans! it isn't used to limit what they are doing unless the thing they are gon do is explicitly threatening to their safety, the limiting is what the Senior Privilege does!

in that lil comic with Pebs, Suns, Nish, Inn and her, she doesn't actually even hit Nish in the last panel, the chancla is only supposed to suddenly appear from behind next to his face n he gets startled + drama queen points. i've admitted in the tags of it that i gave up on the last page so i don't blame anyone for not gettin that since i haven't put enough effort into communicating it

with what she's doin back in her own group, she Needs to be this strict if she wants her plan of keeping everyone reliably long-term safe to work

and her groupmates would undeniably miss her. they love her! they don't want some lenient stranger without constant spice to her instead of their ramshackle beloved Azzie!!!!

[enchantedflameandflower]

Glimmer 24/? Billy Butcher fic

My most sincere apologies from the depths of my heart for my own for always taking so long! Thank you so so so much for still reading ♥

Tag List: @2dead2function @secretdreamlandmentality

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Chapter 24

Over the next couple of weeks Addison spent every waking moment she had working on building her power from the inside, focusing on what she was truly physically capable of doing and analyzing what else might be possible. She felt strong, but still she went to bed exhausted each night while Billy worked nonstop to try and narrow down who was threatening her, confirming if it was only her, and why. He'd been able to track the hacking of the servers to the top person on their watch list, but the agent had no motive or connections to her, or anything to do with her, so they needed to find out who he was working for, more than anything.

After a few hiccups and a near miss planting more bugs, three days later found Addison holed up with Billy and MM in the surveillance van. She felt in her bones that they had to be close and she hoped maybe tonight would prove he was their rat and why he was targeting her specifically. But it had been a long day already. The plan was to take him into custody at the end of the night either way, but she had hoped they could get more information listening to him before they showed their hand.

Eventually, Billy needed a break, stepping out to grab food for everyone. By the time he came back, Addison and MM were huddled around the laptop, listening intently.

"Oy, we got somethin'?" Billy asked as he set the food down and stripped off his jacket.

"Someone came in," Addison murmured. "But so far it's just drinks and small talk."

Billy hummed, standing at the back of the dark van and crossing his arms over his chest.

It didn't take long to figure out it was a social call they were listening to and Addison sighed loudly leaning back in her chair. "Maybe they called the entire thing off."

"Doubt it," Billy muttered. "No way they go to all that trouble for nothin'. Whoever's at the top wants you dead no matter what it takes." His voice was dark and heavy and Addison pursed her lips, looking away.

"Butcher's right, Addison." MM said, glancing over at her.

"Fuckin' right, I'm right," Billy started, "and I think it might do you good to -"

Butcher's phone rang interrupting him mid sentence, and he pulled it out of his pocket, brow furrowing. "Hang about," he murmured looking at the screen, then he stepped out of the van again as he answered.

"Addison I hope you get how serious this is," MM said as soon as they were alone.

"I know, I know," she groaned. "I know it is. He's just so…over bearing. I'm not a fucking kitten, you know. I just -"

They froze as the sound of another phone ringing came over their tech.

'Hey. Yeah, uh… yeah. Listen, just a sec.'

Her and MM looked at each other, and she knew they were both thinking the same thing… No, fuck…

They both heard the sound of the front door opening clear as day. MM slammed his fist on the table, muttering, "motherfucker," and Addison groaned, dropping her head into her hands. He was going into the hall so his friend couldn't overhear. Fuck.

"Addi, you gotta try…" MM turned to her.

Addison glanced up, meeting his dark eyes. He looked so hopeful it felt like a knife in her chest.

"You can do this, Addi, I know you can."

She could. She could do this. She could do it.

Addison took a breath and closed her eyes, focusing all of her energy on finding the guy's voice in the fray of the high rise and amplifying the sound. Her heart almost stopped when she zeroed in on him after only a few moments. She lifted her hand subconsciously as if she was searching for the sound waves in the air, focusing even more, and the sound of his voice grew louder in her ears.

'…I know that and I already fucking told you I was looking, but they have a whole…"

She must've cried out in joy because then she felt MM's hand grab her arm eagerly and she nodded her head. "I can hear him. I hear him."

This was the best she had accomplished yet and she felt like she was going to burst with emotion. His conversation felt as easy to access and adjust as turning the volume knob up and down on the radio.

Addison knew, she absolutely knew, she could do more.

"MM, come here…" She blinked her eyes open and motioned for him to move closer. She had to try. He scooted toward her, his eyes curious and waited.

Addison pressed one hand to his chest and closed her eyes again, focusing on where he was spatially in this new world she had opened in her mind, and she lifted her other hand in the air, moving it just barely as if she was wafting some pleasant scent in his direction, but instead she was manipulating the sound waves.

MM froze, then… "I hear him!" MM exclaimed, shock coloring his deep voice. "Addison…"

The door to the van opened then and Addison pushed the distraction away from her mind as quickly as she could but what came next threatened to topple everything she had accomplished in the past two minutes.

"Oy!" came Butcher's sharp, hard voice, echoing in the van and cutting through her focus. "You two want a fuckin' room at the Lincoln Grand or what?"

"Shut up," Addison said frantically. She couldn't lose her concentration. She could do this.

She struggled to regain her full focus again but was able to pull herself together through sheer force of will.

"...dress. No, I'm not - ...hey it hasn't been easy! I've seen her fight y'know. Yeah, she hasn't even had an assignment since then. I told you that was your chance. I don't want to be a part - I know but I want out. She's a fuckin' supe." His voice cracked. "I want more money then. I know you're loaded. Yeah I get it. Yeah. Fine. Yeah. Got it."

The door of the van slammed shut with a thundering bang as Billy left again, and it snapped the last of her concentration. Addison huffed. At least they heard the guy come back into his apartment then, but she felt like everything inside of her had broken with the slam of the door.

"Shit," Addison muttered. She hung her head, exhausted though every cell in her body still hummed with the energy of her accomplishment.

"I'm proud of you Addison," MM said. "Don't pay any attention to him. He's just a grumpy motherfucker."

Addison shook her head. "I knew this would happen. He won't -" She swallowed and turned back to the computer. For the first time she felt like was going to break, she couldn't do it, she couldn't make it all work.

MM seemed to read her mind. "Don't give up, Addi, okay? Not on you, or him. Not yet."

She let out a heavy breath and as the buzz started to wear off with each passing minute, she felt herself grow more and more drained but she absolutely would not show it.

"This is good," MM changed the subject and grabbed a notebook, handing it to her. "We got him. Document everything you heard. I'll do the same when you're done."

She nodded, grabbing a pen and starting to write.

"I'll be back." MM stood and left the van, closing the door behind him.

But even without trying, she could hear his deep voice outside, calling Butcher’s name and she couldn't help herself, pausing to listen to what he was going to say.

”Sorry to interrupt,” Billy rumbled scathingly.

"C’mon Butcher, you know that’s fucking bullshit,” MM growled. “Do not fuck this up, man. She loves you."

Addison swallowed. Did she love him? She didn't know. Did she even know what love was supposed to be?

"Just fuck off," Butcher grumbled back, and she heard the pull of a cigarette, his heart beating just a little harder than usual. "It's none of your fuckin' business."

She heard MM take a step. "You need her," he continued, ignoring Butcher's warning. "And she needs you. You should want to support her, you should want her to be the best she can be. She's capable of so much if you just help her believe in herself."

The cigarette made a soft thud as Butcher threw it to the street. "I believe in who the fuck she is right now," he answered, his voice dark and low now. "I want her. I want her exactly how she is and I ain't askin' her to change. I want to be by her side, but you're pushin' her to play with fire, and it's startin' to really fuckin' piss me off, eh?"

"Oh, fuck that Butcher," MM scoffed. "You're just scared."

"Fuckin' right I am. I've known one thing in life, MM, and you sure as fuck know it too. Power corrupts. More power means more corruption. Look at Homelander. Look at all of the fuckin' Seven and pretty much any supe and every fuckin' corporation out there. I'm completely bleedin' right for not wantin' that to happen to Addison."

"Then be with her, you stupid motherfucker." MM's voice grew more intense as he took a breath and argued back. "Love her. believe in her, and it won't happen. She ain’t them. You said it yourself. We just need each other.”

"You think love is supposed to be all sunshine and daisies all the time, well it fuckin' ain't. Fuck. Off."

When MM spoke again, the anger in his voice surprised even her. "Fine. Then don't come cryin' to me when she leaves your sorry stupid ass."

The door to the van opened and he came back inside. Addison turned quickly back to finishing her notes. Billy didn’t follow him in and her heart dropped. She felt hollow.

As she finished her report, Addison felt another wave of utter exhaustion with a swell of hopelessness on its crest. She couldn't stop what she was working for. It didn’t matter if she loved him, because Billy would never be able to understand.

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Chapter 25

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