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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕒 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞

𝕊𝕌ℝ𝕍𝕀𝕍𝔸𝕃 𝔻𝕀𝔽𝔽𝕀ℂ𝕌𝕃𝕋𝕐: ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 0️⃣

𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖

𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖

𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕗 ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑀����𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 0 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙.

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 0, 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 0 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑀.𝐸.𝐺. 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑠, 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠.

𝔸ℕ𝕆𝕄𝔸𝕃𝕀𝔼𝕊:

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 0 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑠, 𝒉𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚; 𝒉𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑚. 𝑇𝒉𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓.

<𝖤𝖷𝖨�� 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖨𝖫𝖠 𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖬>

[the-redacted-of-all-time]

tw, drug ref

once again, two interests put together

been busy, cant draw much nowadays. youre getting character transparent pngs inserted into places they shouldnt be

[chilig]

Design for my dentist's new waiting room in BGC.

[dantelionwishes]

hi! just wanted to say your thesis was featured in a class I was in today and it was super cool! the way you combined jung's archetypes with food (and one other thing im forgetting rn) was really smart and the results were so cool to look at and honestly kind of surreal in the middle of a bunch of research papers. the graphics you made for the paper were also really neat! that's all i just wanted to share that alkjdalksdj have a good one!

[charriesjourney]

Conrad Manila

CONRAD MANILA with our family!

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[takeoffphilippines]

Hotel H2O: How It Feels Like Staying in an Aqua Room?

After a long break, I decided to treat myself to a quick staycation in Manila, and what better place to stay than Hotel H2O? If you're looking for a unique hotel experience, this spot is worth checking out! I'm excited to share all about my stay, from booking the room to the magical aquatic vibes.

Hotel H2O is not your ordinary hotel—it's a marine-themed escape located within the Manila Ocean Park complex. With rooms designed to immerse you in the beauty of marine life, the hotel offers a unique twist to a traditional staycation.

Hotel H2O stands out for its underwater-themed rooms that give you a glimpse of marine life without even leaving your bed!

Fun fact: The hotel’s proximity to the ocean park makes it a great family-friendly destination, combining entertainment with a relaxing stay.

Booking the Aqua Room

I opted for the Aqua Room, one of the hotel's signature rooms, and I booked it via Agoda for around 5K pesos—quite affordable for such a unique experience.

This room is like an underwater haven with a stunning aquarium wall filled with vibrant marine creatures.

The aquarium inside the room is truly mesmerizing. I spent hours just watching various fish swim by. Some of the species I spotted included angelfish, 3-spot domino damselfish, powder brown tang, clownfish, and many more.

It felt like I had my very own private ocean view!

Hotel H2O and Manila Ocean Park: A Perfect Duo

One of the best things about Hotel H2O is its convenient location. It's part of the same complex as Manila Ocean Park, which means you can easily combine your staycation with a day full of aquatic adventures.

The Manila Ocean Park offers fun for the whole family, with attractions like the Oceanarium, fish spa, and the Jellies exhibit. For those who book packages with the hotel, it's just a short walk to these exciting activities.

Dining at Hotel H2O: Makan Makan

When it came to food, I planned to try out the breakfast buffet at their in-house restaurant, Makan Makan Asian Food Village, but I ended up skipping it. The food options were a bit limited that day (for a Php 450 Breakfast Buffet), and since we had plans to visit Intramuros, I decided to grab something outside.

Most of the restaurants were closed in the evening so what better way is order food using food delivery app like Grab & Food Panda

Makan Makan is conveniently located near the hotel’s arcade and toy shop, making it a great stop if you're with kids or if you want to pick up some cool souvenirs from Manila Ocean Park.

A Great Hotel for Family Staycations

I can easily see how Hotel H2O would be a hit for families. The Aqua Room itself is an unforgettable experience for kids (and adults, too!), and with the Manila Ocean Park just next door, there's plenty of entertainment.

Whether you're looking for a quiet getaway or a fun-filled family trip, this hotel covers all bases.

In summary, my stay at Hotel H2O was a refreshing break from the usual city vibe.

From the serene aquarium views in the Aqua Room to the proximity to Manila’s iconic attractions like Intramuros and Ocean Park, this is a perfect staycation spot, especially for those looking to unwind with a bit of adventure on the side. I highly recommend it for families, couples, and even solo travelers who want something a little out of the ordinary.

Stay tuned for more hotel reviews and travel experiences! See you on my next staycation!

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[jeffreybower]

Your Week in Books #7

I know I’ve missed like four days of blogging this past week but I’m not getting paid to do this! I do make time for this because it’s easy and actually kinda relaxing catching up on book news! Continue reading Your Week in Books #7

[beingjellybeans]

The charms of In-Room Dining at Holiday Inn Manila Galleria

The Holiday Inn Manila Galleria holds the distinction of being one of the most iconic hotels in Ortigas. It’s been around for thirty-one years, but the best thing about it is that it has recently undergone a transformative restoration, blending timeless elegance with modern functionality. The new design seamlessly balances contemporary style with a soothing ambiance, ensuring guests enjoy a…

[aeoneri]

The fact that they did this in a makeshift studio at a hotel suite in Ortigas where the band was staying (which is right next to one of the busiest malls in the metro) and even got Jollibee incognito (according to my sources) blew my mind.

Also the next day I cried at the concert and almost threw up. What a ride. I love them so much 😭

PATRICK STUMP & PETE WENTZ Billboard Philippines | x

[thedemises]

its so cold here I might actually freeze to death

[propertylisting]

𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧

𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸

[babeforjjmaybanks]

orange soda crush ༊*·˚

pairing: popular!rafe x shy!femreader ౨ৎ

summary: rafe's grades were slipping, to say the least. your school assigns you as his tutor, hoping maybe you could save him. one afternoon, rafe shows up to your house with in need of some help.

warning(s): dry humping, fingering, finger licking, mentions of biting (hickeys), thigh riding, marijuana use, swearing, size kink if you squint, mentions of scratching, slight overstim, rafe becomes whipped so possessiveness, innocence corruption(?), praise, slight perv!rafe, titobsessed!rafe, dni if you don't like!!!

mentions of: rafey, rafe is called a "sex symbol", y/n, sweetheart, good girl, baby, sweet girl, dumbass, needy girl, slut, doll, cute, pretty ౨ৎ

a/n: if not known already, this is basically a obx highschool au, pogues and looks still exist but it's more like jocks and nerds. both reader and rafe are seniors, not minors! I don't have much experience with writing fics but here's my current fixation, enjoy & leave notes! <3

word count: 4168

divider by: @issysh3ll

y/n had been sitting quietly in her history class, the bell signaling the end of the period ringing in the distance. she was gathering her books when the overhead speaker crackled to life, interrupting the usual noise of students packing up.

"pardon this interruption, y/n l/n, please report to principal phelp’s office immediately."

the announcement hung in the air, drawing the attention of a few nearby students. she froze, a slight chill running through her. she wasn’t the type to get into trouble—her grades were impeccable, she kept to herself, and she was always on time. so why was she being called to the principal’s office? her mind raced through all the possible reasons, none of which seemed likely. had she missed an assignment? was there a mistake with her records? or was it the skirt she decided to wear today that definitely didn’t meet the dress code?

her heart pounded as she made her way down the hall, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. as she approached the principal’s office, she noticed the usual hustle and bustle of students outside. some of them exchanged glances, their curious eyes following her every step, looking her up and down with whispers and sly looks. when she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly.

"come in," came the deep voice of principal phelps.

she opened the door to find him sitting behind his desk, a manila folder in front of him. the room was neat, almost too perfect, the smell of old books and polished wood filling the air. but what really caught her off guard was the figure sitting across from him.

rafe cameron, the school's golden boy.

her stomach dropped. rafe was sitting with his arms crossed, his signature smirk plastered across his face as he looked over at her. His messy curtain and athletic jacket seemed almost out of place in the sterile office, like he didn’t belong in this space. she had always known of him, of course. he was the star quarterback, the guy everyone knew by name, the one who seemed to glide effortlessly through life. and now, here he was, looking at her as if he had all the time in the world, while she, on the other hand, was caught off guard and confused.

"there she is, come on in we were just talking about you." principal phelps said with a warm smile, though she could detect a hint of urgency in his tone. "take a seat."

she sat down hesitantly, trying to avoid looking directly at rafe. the tension in the air was palpable, and she was acutely aware of how out of place she felt in this situation.

"y/n," principal phelps began, folding his hands in front of him, his expression turning serious, "I’ve called you here because I need a favor. you know rafe, right?"

you glanced at rafe again, his eyes diverted to something else in the room as if he wasn’t staring at you. he seemed unfazed by the situation, though there was a subtle flicker of something in his eyes. "um, yeah," you said quietly, not sure where this conversation was going.

principal phelps nodded. "well, rafe here has been struggling in a few subjects. he’s having difficulty with math, english, and history.” principal phelps cleared his throat trying to ignore the fact that he named almost every class. “and unfortunately, his grades are slipping dangerously low. If he doesn’t get his grades up, he could lose his eligibility to play on the football team, which would jeopardize his scholarship opportunities." he paused, giving her a moment to process the gravity of the situation.

she blinked, her mind racing. rafe? struggling? the same rafe who could probably get away with doing the bare minimum and still pass every class? the same rafe with the fancy sport cars and the fancy mansion he threw ragers in? (allegedly, she’s never been to one.) the same rafe who had never so much as acknowledged her existence in all the years they’d been in school?

"I’m asking you," principal phelps continued, leaning forward slightly, "to tutor rafe for the next few weeks. he needs to pass these subjects to stay on track. and I know you’re one of our top students, y/n. you’re smart, diligent, and patient—exactly what rafe needs right now."

rafe shifted in his chair, his smirk faltering for just a moment. "yeah, sweetheart," he added with a lazy grin, "I could use your help. think you can handle it?" he glanced down at her thighs, and then back up at her. she felt her face flush at the sudden name.

her mind was spinning. she had never thought of rafe as anything more than the popular guy—someone she’d seen in the hallways but never really interacted with. actually, that was a lie, the thinking part. she actually would think about rafe alot when she was bored, specifically his toned body and the way he bit his lip when he was thinking. she had no idea how to deal with someone like him.

"I—I don’t know," she stammered, feeling her face flush. "I’m not sure I’m the right person for this."

principal phelps’s voice softened, but there was still a sense of urgency in his words. "I’m sure you are. rafe, here, is a good kid at heart, but he’s under a lot of pressure. If you help him out, it could mean a lot to him—and to his future."

rafe’s eyes met hers again, and for a split second, she thought she saw something other than cockiness—a hint of desperation, maybe even embarrassment. but it was gone before she could fully understand it.

she took a deep breath. she had never been one to shy away from responsibility, even if the situation seemed overwhelming. she didn’t want to be the one to deny him help, especially when it could affect his future.

"okay," she finally said, her voice steady but unsure. "I’ll help."

principal phelps smiled, relief flooding his face. "thank you, y/n. I know this is a lot to ask, but I think you’re exactly what rafe needs."

as she stood up to leave, she felt the weight of the task ahead of her settle in. she glanced one more time at rafe, who was still sitting there, his posture slightly more relaxed now. He didn’t say anything, but she could feel the tension between them already starting to form, a mix of uncertainty and something unspoken.

"see you tomorrow, then," she said, her words more for herself than for him, before leaving the office to prepare for what was about to be an unexpected and challenging journey.

over the past two weeks, y/n and rafe had settled into a rhythm, though it was far from smooth at first. their tutoring sessions started awkwardly—rafe's usual cocky demeanor clashed with y/n’s quiet, no-nonsense attitude. he would slouch in his chair, often cracking jokes or making sarcastic comments, testing her patience. but y/n, determined to get him through the material, refused to let him off the hook. slowly, she found ways to get through to him, breaking down complicated equations and historical events into relatable, bite-sized pieces. rafe, surprisingly, started to respond. he still struggled, but he began showing up earlier for their sessions, staying later, and even asking questions without the usual bravado.

as the days passed, the tutoring sessions shifted from strictly academic to more personal. one evening, as they were going over a particularly difficult history assignment, rafe let slip that his father had been pushing him to be the perfect athlete, to always be "the best." "It’s not just about football," rafe admitted, his tone more vulnerable than she had ever heard. "I just don’t want to disappoint him, you know?" y/n was taken aback. she had always seen rafe as the confident jock, but here was a side of him she hadn’t expected—a young man weighed down by more than just his grades. she listened quietly, offering a rare, understanding smile that made rafe pause for a moment. after that, their sessions felt different. the walls that had once separated them began to crumble.

In the weeks that followed, their conversations drifted beyond just homework. rafe started sharing bits of his life with you—how he used to love painting when he was younger, how he struggled with anxiety before big games, and how he was terrified of failing his senior year. you, in turn, opened up as well, telling rafe about your dream of becoming a lawyer and how you often felt like an outsider at school. the two of you discovered common ground in your shared feelings of pressure, and the lines between tutor and student began to blur. with each passing session, you became more comfortable with one another, a connection forming that neither had anticipated—one built on mutual respect, trust, and the quiet bond of shared struggle.

it was a quiet evening when y/n heard the unexpected knock on her door. she glanced at the clock—there was no study session scheduled for that night, so she wasn’t expecting anyone. her parents were out, and she had been planning on catching up on some reading. she opened the door, a little confused, only to find rafe standing on her porch, looking uncharacteristically disheveled. his usual confident posture was gone, replaced with an uneasy slouch. his eyes were almost bloodshot, and he wore an unfamiliar look on his face—vulnerable, even fragile.

"rafe?" y/n asked, surprised. "what are you doing here?"

he ran a hand through his messy hair and let out a small, strained laugh. "I—I know this is weird. but I, uh... I had a fight with my dad. a big one. he’s pissed about my grades and shit again, and he’s been on my case all week." rafe hesitated, biting his lip as if trying to hold back a wave of frustration. "I... I got high. like really fucking high I know I shouldn’t have, but I just couldn’t handle it. and I needed to get out of there." he looked down at his shoes, his words a little rushed. "I just—" he sighed, clearly frustrated with himself. "I don’t know, I thought maybe you’d—just let me hang out for a bit. I didn’t know where else to go. I didn't wanna seem like a pussy to all of my dumbass friends."

y/n stood frozen for a moment, processing his words. she had never seen him like this. the rafe she knew was always in control, always surrounded by his friends, the football team, and the unshakable air of confidence. this version of him—lost, raw, and uncertain—was a stark contrast. her heart softened at the sight of him, and despite the oddness of the situation, she stepped aside and motioned for him to come in.

"come in," she said, her voice gentle. "let’s sit down."

rafe walked in slowly, his movements sluggish, still unsure of what to say. she led him to the living room and handed him a glass of water, sitting down next to him, a soft hand placed on his back. the room was filled with the low voice of lana del ray and soft hum of the evening, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. rafe finally looked up, meeting her gaze with a look of quiet gratitude mixed with embarrassment along with something untraceable. "I didn’t mean to show up like this, but I didn’t know who else I could trust with this."

y/n’s heart tightened. she had no idea how much weight rafe had been carrying, how much pressure he was under from his father and the constant expectations of being perfect. In that moment, she realized how little she had truly known about him, and yet here he was—vulnerable, raw, and seeking comfort from the one person he had never expected to rely on.

"you don’t have to explain," she said softly. "I’m glad you came." she gave him a weak smile, rafe felt his heart flutter. "so.. how'd you get high? is that stupid question? sorry, you know people are bringing cocaine back into school." he chuckles, she lets out a giggle. "no cocaine here sweetheart, just this." rafe reached into his pocket and pulled out a weed pen, but y/n had never seen anything like it. it was super colorful and weirdly shaped, not like the ones she would see in the bathroom. "can I hold it?" she glanced at rafe, her doe eyes dimly lit with the faint lighting coming from the lamp in the corner. "why? you smoke? no way." he raised his eyebrow at her, but handed her the pen anyway.

"no, I don't smoke but.." she pauses, biting her lip, "I'm tempted. maybe you're just a really bad influence." he scoffed at her, "give it a try, just hold the button and pull it." y/n stood at the device in her hand uncertain. "what do you mean pull?" rafe held back his laugh, she shoots him a glare. "I'm serious." she playfully shoved him.

"yeah yeah I can see that, by pull I mean, suck on it I guess." her face heats up, cursing herself for letting such innocent words cause a fluttery feeling in her stomach. "okay, I'll try." she focused her attention of the pen and did as rafe said, she put the pen up to her lips and "sucked." rafe watched intensely as her lips wrapped around the tip of the pen, he swallows hard. trying to keep his composure, aka stop staring at your boobs in your thin strapped top or imagine your lips wrapped around his dick like that.

you slightly inhale the smoke and it immediately gets caught in your throat. you're now in a coughing frenzy, embarrassed as rafe pats your back. "atta girl, that's how you do it don't try to hold it in, let it out." y/n found herself coughing even more at the sly remarks. she stands up and walks over to the kitchen hastily grabbing an orange fanta from the fridge. she struggles to open it due to her latest french tip set, rafe notices her struggling and walks over. he opens the can with one hand with a sizzle pop! noise, she brings the drink to her lips hoping to relieve her dry mouth.

after taking a couple minutes to calm down, y/n offers rafe to come up to her room. it comes off as a surprise, rafe had never been anywhere in y/n's house except the living room and kitchen, never upstairs. but with no complaint, he follows behind her, watching the way her ass moves as she climbs up the steps. they make it to her room and it's safe to say, it was tidy. everything seemed like it had a place, and the room was lit with purple led's. but the best part of it all, was her bed. the mattress was extremely comfortable and she had an abundance of pillows as well as plushies.

"yeah this fits you, like a doll in a dollhouse." he walks around her room a bit before sitting on her bed getting comfortable.

meanwhile, y/n on the other hand was in a whole other world.

her ears were burning almost, she could hear her heartbeat and her whole body was tingling. she felt nothing short of amazing, euphoric even.

the usual walls between them had melted away, and now, as the evening dragged on, the space between them felt more intimate than it ever had before. there was movie was playing on her TV, but neither of them seemed particularly interested in it. they were both laughing at the silly dialogue and weird moments on the screen, but most of the time their eyes kept drifting back to each other.

rafe broke the silence, his voice softer than usual. "you know," he said, arms wrapped around her waist as she sat on top of him, "this is the most chill I’ve felt in weeks." his eyes were a little glassy, but his smile was genuine, more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. "It’s nice being away from everything… away from the pressure."

she nodded, her head slightly spinning from the effects. the room felt warmer, the air thicker, and rafe’s presence seemed to fill the space between them in a way that felt new. he shifted, his chest brushing her back, and neither of them pulled away. It felt like a small moment of intimacy, unspoken yet undeniable.

"yeah," she replied, her voice quieter now, "it’s nice not to think about all the things we’re supposed to be worrying about."

"I wonder, do you ever worry about me? think about me at night?" his tone was teasing, but there was something more behind it, something she could feel but couldn’t quite place. It was an invitation, but also something more—like a question she wasn’t sure how to answer. "so much goes on behind those pretty eyes."

y/n felt her heart beat a little faster as she considered it. part of her wanted to stay upright on his lap, maintain the little distance they had been keeping, but something about rafe’s tone, the way his eyes held hers, made her hesitate. she wanted to trust this moment, to let it unfold without overthinking it. she melted into his touch, resting her head in the crook of his neck, thighs pressed together. "I do."

rafe shifted to make room as he breathed in the scent of vanilla, the bed soft beneath him. the air between them was electric now, charged with a tension that neither of them seemed willing to break. the movie was still playing, but neither of them was paying attention to it anymore. they were closer now, the space between them reduced to nothing and for the first time in a long time she wasn't sure of something, she wasn’t sure if she was just feeling the effects of the weed or something more.

rafe leaned back against the pillows, his arms still wrapped around her body. "we don’t have to watch the movie," he said, his voice almost too smooth, like he was testing the waters. his eyes didn’t leave hers, his gaze intent and heavy, and in that moment, the world outside her room seemed to disappear.

y/n’s breath caught in her throat as the tension between them grew. every inch of her body was acutely aware of him, the way his presence felt so overwhelming, so magnetic. she had always seen rafe as someone distant, someone who belonged to a world she could never quite fit into. but now, with the smoke being blown in her face, taken in by slightly parted lips, she felt like they were on the same level.

she opened her mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she just looked at him, her pulse racing as her mind swirled in the haze of the night.

"I wanna touch you."

rafe's breath fell heavy on her ear, sending a slight chill down her spine. her breath hitched, and there was that same flutter in her stomach. she didn't exactly have any experience in things like this but she wasn't entirely clueless, but never dealt with it hands on.

but rafe? he was a fucking sex symbol. several girls would literally leave notes in his locker with their address begging him to fuck them. but he would only rack up two bodies, or so it's said.

both of those girls transferred schools due to death threats.

but y/n doesn't understand why he would choose her.

"touch, me?" her voice was soft, but not afraid. infact, she was more relaxed than ever. "I wanna make you feel good, you're gonna be the fucking death of me. so innocent you don't even notice how you're straddling me, do you?" y/n took notice of how firmly planted on his thigh she was, no longer fully in his lap. "um, well.." rafe placed his hands on her hips, slowly guiding her back and forth. a jolt of pleasure shooting through her body, "rafey." a mewl creepy from her lips, rafe was fucking aching in his sweats at this point. hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted slightly. "shit, you want me to stop? just give me the word i'll stop." he halts his movements, earning a disappointed whine.

"I don't want you to stop."

rafe curses under his breath, he slides her onto his lap and grinds his hips up into her, letting out a low groan. "you're a needy girl aren't you? so stressed and pent up. you can let go, I got you." rafe coo'd into her ear, placing soft kisses on her shoulders and moving to her neck, biting and sucking, hands rubbing all over her body, palming her boobs through her top, fingers brushing over her nipples.

rafe turns her head twords him, pressing their lips together. a mix of cherry lipgloss and orange fanta settling on his tongue. the kiss is sloppy and heated, the air in the room is thick as the movie in the background gets drowned out by moans and heavy breaths.

"such a sweet girl, you know that? all the shit you do for me? you deserve a fucking trophy." rafe showers her with praise has he goes back to kissing her neck, hands never leaving her body as she caught the rhythm on her own.

her brain was foggy with pleasure, lips parted but could't respond with anything but moans and "mhm's." rafe plays with the hem of her pajama pants, "can I?" she nods, "words, baby I need to hear you say it."

y/n, almost frustrated lets out a defeated sigh. "yes, but.." she hesitates. "can you take your shirt off?" she says quietly, as if she wasn't already in such a vulnerable state.

rafe chuckles at the sudden request, but does as she says. he pulls his black shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. y/n does the same. rafe is practically drooling at the sight of the pink lacy bra. his hands cup her breasts through the fabric, she arches her back against his chest. he slides his hand into her pants, glancing down to see that her underwear matched her bra. "so fucking cute."

he rubs her through the fabric, dampness seeping through the material. he teases her with long strides and rubs circles around her clit. he slips his hand into her underwear, almost moaning at the slick. y/n bites her swollen lip in an attempt to save her embarrassment.

"I want you to watch me."

her eyes slowly moved down to rafes hand in her pants, her face heated with embarrassment as she watched rafe's wrist forearm and wrist flexed as he worked her clit, finger teasing her entrance. "I need you to relax, open your legs for me." rafe slowly parted her thighs with his free hand. "good fucking girl, so obedient." he kisses her cheek as he slides a digit into her sopping cunt. she inhales sharply, her head is thrown over his shoulder and her nails dig slightly into his arms.

"shit, just sucking me in. if I didn't know any better i'd think you were a slut." rafe's teasing manner never seemed to stop, he was two fingers, knuckle deep, in his supposed to be tutor. the only thing they were studying were eachothers body movements.

he found a steady pace working his fingers in and out of her, her moans becoming more high pitched, rafe could tell she was close. her hips bucked up into his hand, an unfamiliar knot forming in her stomach.

"rafey— 'm gonna— fuck!"

rafe was in genuine disbelief, not only did he cum in his pants but this was the first time he had ever heard you swear, tonight was a lot of firsts. the girl that he had been crushing on for weeks was about to cum on his fingers, moaning his name. he was never letting her go after this.

almost like it was on cue, y/n's orgasm hit like a truck. her entire body was shaking and she swore she saw starts. on top of that, rafe was still working his fingers in and out of her riding out her orgasm. she swatted his hands away and he took his hand out of her pants, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean. she falls off of his lap onto the cool comforter beside him, chest heaving. he lays beside her and wraps his arms around her waist.

"want me to go run a bath, sweetheart?" he kisses the nape of her neck and cages her in. "'n a minute, just stay here for a second."

"didn't plan on leaving." ౨ৎ

[gloomwitchwrites]

You get drunk and don't remember giving them a hickey. So you get mad at them.

Oh, anon! I love love love this prompt. Even though the prompt itself is fairly straightforward, there is some wiggle room about how this could play out. I stuck to the prompt but did my best to keep them on the shorter side.

Some of these get spicy but don't fall into graphic detail.

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, arguing, sexual tension, kissing, alcohol

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John Price

“These reports are shit, Price. What am I supposed to do with them?”

You’re trying your best not to sound irritated, but your head is pounding. You agreed to go out for drinks but told yourself you wouldn’t have more than one or two. That went completely out the door when multiple people began paying for rounds. After the fourth, the night started to come blurry. Not all the pieces are there.

Of what you can recall from last night, you remember that you sat in a man’s lap. Well—sat isn’t the correct word. More like straddled. You remember strong arms, an accent, and an excitement in what you were doing. But the face is still foggy.

“What you always do,” replies Price. There’s a tease in his tone you don’t particularly like. It’s too friendly, and it stirs something fierce inside your belly.

Price shifts in his chair behind his desk, the collar of his jacket flops open slightly. You catch a hint of something dark on the side of Price’s neck. You frown, your rebuttal gone.

“What is that?” You nod toward his throat.

Price leans back. “What?” he asks. “This?” He reaches up, pulling back on the collar.

It’s a…oh fuck.

“You were happy to give it to me.” Price shrugs.

Fuck.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, tossing the manila file folder on Price’s desk.

The man you straddled last night was Price? The man who is always fucking up reports and ignoring all your suggestions for corrections? That one?

“You looked good doing it, too,” he continues, that teasing smile falling into a comfortability of a lover.

No. No no no.

You place your hands on your hips. “And you let me do that?”

Price shrugs. “We’re consenting adults.”

“I was drunk.”

Price crosses his arms over his chest. “We were both drunk. And you’re the one who pounced on me.”

Embarrassment rises hot and wild in your cheeks. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“You did,” he confirms, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he smirks. “Ambushed me actually.”

“Then why didn’t you stop me?” Your voice cracks, going a bit high.

“I tried.”

That’s almost worse. You jumped him and then sucked on his neck until it left a mark. What an absolute fucking mess.

You roll your eyes. “You tried? A big strong man like you couldn’t stop me?”

This time Price is the one rolling his eyes. He makes an irritated groan. Price pushes up from his chair, one hand waving out in front of him as he speaks. “You said you’d been thinking about me.”

It’s not entirely untrue. While you attend the clerical side of things, you do make excuses to come see Price. He’s older. Handsome. Assertive. His reports aren’t always shit but it’s the only reason you have to bother him.

“I didn’t mean it,” you reply but even you don’t believe it.

Price comes around the desk and steps into your space. “Really?”

You square your shoulders, staring into Price’s face. “Really.”

He shakes his head, clearly not believing you at all. “As I recall, you were in my lap. Practically begging.”

“And you allowed that? In front of everyone?” Even Price couldn’t be that careless.

This time, Price smiles like he knows something you don’t. “You don’t remember.”

“What?” you ask, flustered.

Price starts laughing, but it’s not mocking, more like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“John,” you snap.

Price sinks down into his chair, legs spread wide. “I think I liked it better when you said my name while seated in my lap.”

Your fingers dig into the top of Price’s desk. Pieces begin to return. Fragments of you squirming in his lap. Lips pressed against his.

“How did you say it?” he ponders, almost aloud rather than to you. Then, he smiles, not even answering his own question.

Price rests his palm on his thigh and your gaze drops to its subtle movement before returning to his face.

“Think I’d like a matching one,” he says. He runs his hand down his thigh and then back up. “Or I could give you one just like it.”

“John,” you murmur, not knowing what it is you want to say.

“Doesn’t have to be on your neck,” and his voice is nearly a growl. Price lightly squeezes his thigh and you know exactly where he’s referring to. “Be easier if you sit on the desk.”

You snatch up the folder on Price’s desk, clutching it like a shield against your chest. Price doesn’t even blink. Doesn’t appear fazed at all. Stomping over you shove it against his chest, intending to walk right out the door.

But Price is quick.

With one hand he’s clutching the file and with the other he grabs your wrist before you manage to move away.

“Remove your hand,” you say but there is no venom in it.

Price’s gaze lingers on your lips before shifting up to meet your eyes. “Come back when you know what you want.”

Price releases you, and you nearly stumble forward into his lap. Catching yourself on the edge of his desk, you spin on your heel, exiting Price’s office as the final fragments of memory fall into place.

You don’t want to admit it.

Not out loud. Not yet.

But you will be back.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

It’s unbelievable. Unfathomable.

You’re not angry with Kyle. You’re upset with yourself. You’re upset that you were so careless about how many drinks you had, and how you couldn’t control yourself in the moment. Kyle is not a liar, and he doesn’t take advantage, so whatever you did, is on you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, swallowing down some of the rising irritation. “It’s my fault.”

Kyle shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face. “Not like I pushed you away.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you insist, flinging your arms out in exasperation, nearly knocking over bottles of cleaner.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, catching one of them before it hits the floor.

This little storage room isn’t big enough for this. You need space. You need to run far away from here and pretend like last night didn’t happen. Not that you can remember all of it. You don’t recall giving Kyle that mark on his neck.

“It does matter. We both had too much but I still had more of my head than you did.” Kyle places the bottle of cleaner back on the shelf. “I should’ve done better.”

“We’re coworkers, Kyle. And I had no right. We aren’t together.”

Kyle smirks and you want to smack it right off his face. “We could be,” he murmurs, taking a step forward.

“Absolutely not,” you retort but you don’t retreat.

Kyle’s smirk faulters a bit but he doesn’t shrink away. If anything, he looks more determined, like the rejection is a farce.

“You remember anything you said to me last night?”

You lick your lips and cross your arms defensively over your chest. “Even if I did, does it change anything?”

Kyle sighs and runs his hand over the top of his head. “It does for me.”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you consider your options. Kyle is a sweet man, at least to you. Everyone always comments on it to you when he isn’t around, and you’ve always dismissed their observations.

Maybe he does care, and you doing this tipped him over the edge into a place neither of you might be able to come back from.

“I need some fucking air,” you mutter, wanting to escape this situation, even for a bit.

Kyle shoves forward, blocking the door. Your lips move, forming the shapes of words, but Kyle shakes his head, all seriousness.

“We need to talk about this.”

“We don’t need to talk about anything,” you snap.

Kyle’s eyebrows rise toward his hairline and his head tips slightly to the side, revealing more of the mark. “Everyone knows what happened.”

“What?” you breathe.

“We weren’t alone when you straddled me.” You’re too stunned to speak. All the words you want to say are gone. Lost to the void that is your mind.

Kyle sighs and leans against the door. “Soap got a great view.”

“Stop talking. Just—stop.” Your throw up your hands and Kyle does as you ask. “You are going to move out of my way. I am going to leave. And we won’t talk about this again.”

Kyle only stares, the silence stretching.

When you think he won’t give in, Kyle shifts to his left, leaving the door completely clear. Without taking a second to reconsider, you push open the the door, nearly running over Soap in the process.

He stumbles backward, cheeks bright red. Ghost is next to him, arms crossed, staring at the wall like he isn’t there at all.

Soap’s brief fluster turns into a wide, knowing grin. “Gaz give you a matching one?” he teases.

Ghost makes a noise that sounds like a snort.

“Both of you can fuck off.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Ghost.”

“What?” he grunts, side-eyeing you before returning his attention back to the tablet in his hand. He absently rubs at his neck for the third time in the last few minutes.

You frown. “Are you injured?”

“Why would you think that?” he asks, tapping at something on the screen.

“You keep rubbing your neck.”

Ghost pauses, his finger hovering just above the screen as he turns slightly in your direction.

You’re not trying to be pushy or nosy. Ghosts hates that. But there’s something wrong, and you care enough to ask him about it.

“You know what’s on my neck,” he replies cooly.

“No. I don’t.” A swirling fracture of unease blooms in your belly. It curls outward to claw up your throat. “What are you talking about?”

Ghost’s hand holding the tablet drops to his side. With one gloved hand, he reaches up, tugging the neckline of his jacket down enough to reveal a portion of his throat. The mask he always wears is in the way, but you reach out with a tentative hand, brushing the fabric upward to reveal a mouth-shaped bruise.

You drop your hand and take a step back. “Why would I know anything about that?”

“You gave it to me,” he says, matter of fact.

Sure, you had a few drinks last night, but did you really have that many? Enough that you can’t recall giving Ghost a goddamn hickey.

“You’re mistaken.”

“Never wrong, love.” Ghost locks the tablet and places it on the table next to him. “Especially about a woman sitting in my lap.”

“Don’t,” you say sharply. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.”

“It’s not.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, hips adjusting slightly as he pivots to glare down at you. “Try again.”

A deep rush of embarrassment floods your system, curling up your neck to heat your cheeks. “I wouldn’t.”

“You did,” insists Ghost. You glance down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. Perhaps you had one too many. Sometimes you can hold your alcohol but clearly not. At least not last night.

You clear your throat. “I’m sorry.” An apology is best. You have no idea how Ghost feels about you, but you are irritated that he didn’t try to stop the whole thing in the first place.

Ghost is silent a long moment. “I’m not.” Your head snaps up, but Ghost isn’t done. “I liked it. And you enjoyed giving it to me.”

You need the pieces to fall back into place. You need to remember. Because right now, you’re just confused, and Ghost’s behavior is entirely different from his usual demeanor.

“You don’t know that.”

Ghost shrugs. “I do.”

His certainty is confusing. Ghost is not a liar. He is always truthful, always to the point, even if his bluntness comes across as rude. And that’s what so frustrating about it all because you know that Ghost is right. You probably did like it, probably begged and writhed in his lap. Ghost wouldn’t lie about something like that, but he would tease you. Might even hold it over your head.

“This conversation is over.” You step around him to grab the tablet, but Ghost is quick like a viper, his large hand encasing your wrist.

“Do you remember?”

No. I don’t.

“It doesn’t matter.” You try to tug your wrist out of his grasp, but Ghost holds firm.

“When you’re ready. Find me.” He leans forward, masked face nearly touching the side of your cheek. “We’ll recreate it.”

Then his hand is gone, and Ghost is pulling away, presenting the tablet to you like he didn’t say anything at all.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“What the fuck is that?”

Soap’s brilliant smile turns in your direction. He sits on the seat of a bench press, elbows resting on knees, sweat dripping from his brow. Soap is shirtless and a white towel is draped over the back of his neck.

Reaching up with the edge of the towel, Soap wipes away some of the sweat on his face. “What are you on about?” He adjusts his stance, his large palm pressing into his knee as he leans on an elbow.

The small gym isn’t crowded but there are people here. Some of them turn and glance in your direction but otherwise keep to their business. Ghost and Gaz are over by the boxing ring observing a few new recruits who slug it out for bragging rights.

Is Soap so aloof? Does he not see the massive mark on the side of his neck? And who gave it to him? A group of you went out for drinks but you don’t recall who might have given it to him or when.

You step closer, lowering your voice. “Your neck, Johnny.”

That gorgeous smile of his widens and he chuckles. “Did you forget?”

Did you forget? Forget what? Are you part of this?

You swallow, the salvia nearly sticking in your throat as you try to calm your thudding heart. “What do you mean?”

Soap leans back a bit, observing you. “You gave this to me.” His voice is too loud, and you glance over your shoulder to make sure no one’s heard. Everyone appears to be preoccupied with the recruits in the ring.

“I didn’t,” you insist, turning back to him. “I’d remember.”

Soap guffaws and removes the towel from around his neck. “Took a seat right here.” He indicates the spot by tapping his left thigh.

“Did we…” you begin, and then trail off.

“Did we what?” he prompts, clearly enjoying this.

You bend forward, lowering your voice until it’s a hiss. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Soap smirks, and then rises to his full height. “Promise I was a perfect gentleman.” He matches your movement, leaning in so that your faces are close. “But you? You were no lady.”

You inhale sharply, and Soap pushes right past you, heading for the showers.

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