#si sedan

[rootbeercarguy]

[radracer]

Honda Civic Ferio Si-II Sedan EK

@george_ek4

[level100espurr]

just had to break the news to my coworker that the civic he bought is in fact an EX and not an Si like he thought 💔

[savageonwheels]

2024 Mazda3 Sedan 2.5 T Premium Plus, AWD Review

Turbo power and AWD make the Mazda3 a zoom-zoomy option for folks who prefer cars to trucks!

Zippy turbo, AWD create a funtastic drive experience … Hooray for the folks who still enjoy driving a car because cars handle better, are quicker, and simply more fun to drive than, well, everything else. Likewise, three cheers for the likes of Mazda that continues to produce cars that are zippy, nimble and more fun to drive than, well, most everything else, at least in an affordable price…

[jongace]

tror bara jag har sagt det fem miljarder gånger men jag älskar empathy så otroligt mycket, särskilt si fueras mía, så för ett tag sedan kollade jag upp låtskrivarna och

benjamin ingrosso är väl en sak (dessutom har rose det där svenska låtskrivarsoundet...) men att DANNY ligger bakom si fueras mía kom som en... överraskning. danny "in da club" saucedo? mr fibonacci girl himself?? "amazing grace är usa:s nationalsång"-danny???

????

[saltofmercury]

* waving* heelllloooo, just want to say thank you for the “ break in” series! I love König and Civilian!readers, there’s not enough non military reader stories out there so i am always hunger for more.can I put in a request? I don’t know why this idea pops into my head and not sure if Soap has a younger sister, imagine his sister had a crush on König from meeting him during military family day ( im sure theres no such event lol) or some off duty team outing. Something like..

Sister: who’s that really big guy there johnny?

Soap, knowing his sis too well : oh no you don’t.. dont go there darling

Sis: but he is so cute like a huge costco teddy bear..very huggable

All the while König overheard the who convo, flattered +embarrassed + in disbelief

Thank you! If it’s too much just ignore me its ok 😂

Pairing: König x f!reader ft. Johnny + Ghost

Summary: You tag along to Johnny's party.

A/N: Thank you @sofasoap

"The Favorite MacTavish"

“You’re still on the fastest route.”

The navigation on loop. You focused on what you could tone out Johnny with.

Looking out the window, a blur of cars turned into a blur of bricks, that in turn ended up to just dirt and then open land. Dust. You’ve been sitting as a passenger princess the entire ride there. Johnny but insisting on lecturing you about what was expected of you.

It felt more like briefing you if you were being honest.

“I’m dead serious ya hear?” Johnny had turned and pointed a finger to you.

“You got to tone it down with Ghost.” “You were off ya trolley last time, I told ya to leave the poor man alone.”

You smiled. “It wasn’t anything too bad.” 

Your mind flashed back to the last get together Johnny and his friends had. You had met the legendary “Ghost” that Johnny had worked with. A man with a skull face covering, taller and larger than any other of his teammates. A deep set British accent. (You and Johnny still argue if it’s Southern or Manchester.)

Ghost kind of bothered you that he was at a party. The man had radiated big fuck off vibes from you. It made no sense for him to be here. 

All you saw was… someone crying for attention.. Or even a little competition.

You approached Ghost with a deal, if he were to out drink you, you would shut Johnny up the entire night, and if you were to outdrink him, he would join the group for 20 minutes. 

The little game turned dangerous and it wasn’t until you had almost bested him in the tenth beer of the night that he almost tapped out. Almost beat by a MacTavish. It didn’t help that you were flirting with him a bit when he started to become sloppy, which you think became in your best interest.

One of the other teammates had lost it.

“Ghost is going to lose!”

Ghost looked loopy. Not even his skull painted covering could hide that. He ended up going to the cooler, bringing out 3 beers, chugging them one by one, and then remained in his stoic composure. It was truly a sight.

All of Johnny’s teammates never let that one go.

“Can’t believe Johnny’s little sister thought she could out drink Ghost.”

“I can’t believe she had him stuttering. Never heard the LT at a loss for words.”

“I think I like his sister more than Johnny.”

Johnny never lived it down, and never heard the end of it from Ghost.

“I actually don't know why I bothered bringing ya.” He continued.

You missed your older brother. It was hard seeing him a few times a year. With any opportunity to see him, including riding along to party with his teammates, you took. It helped that he had a soft spot for you.

“I won't make any promises, but I’ll leave Ghost alone.”

*

It wasn’t until an hour later that you had arrived. You remembered what Johnny had said. “No teasin’ Ghost.” “No trying to out drink anyone.” “Behave!”

You both walk up into a small beige house. There’s a plain white metal gate in front of it, but no live plants, just dirt. Endless dirt, dust, and rocks surrounding it, and a few other SUVs, Jeeps, and sedans.

You walk inside, right behind Johnny, mumbling in your head—

“No drinking, no ghosting.”

How annoying.

Once inside, you’re greeting everyone behind Johnny.

Gaz looks at you. “Well if it isn’t Ghost’s favorite little sister!”

You smile. “No ghosting tonight.”

Immediately looking toward Johnny, who was nodding in approval.

*

Much later when you're inside that you see him, along with a brand new set of faces that you aren’t familiar with.

There’s a lady with a small ponytail, some guy on a tablet and sunglasses on, and a guy who's got a black face mask on. This particular individual is more distant, pushed further away from everyone else. Looks big, bigger than Ghost. 

He’s not alone, he’s got some other guy next to him talking about some game he was playing on his phone.

“Steamin’ Jesus” you think to yourself. How did this massive guy end up here?

You grab a hold of Johnny,

“Johnny, who’s that over there?”

Johnny had barely taken a sip of his 3rd beer before his eyes went wide. 

“Aw Jesus Christ, no you don’t. Don’t you dare go there.” he says, grabbing a hold of your wrist. 

“Oh for fucks sake, I’m just asking who the guy is!” 

“Haud yer weesht! It's the same ol’ script with every single one of my teammates I swear to god.”

“Is he new?”

“He’s not with us.” He stops for dramatic effect. 

Whispers- “That group over there is a different team.”

Oh. 

The big guy is holding an electrolyte drink as opposed to any alcohol. He takes up the entire chair and he’s polite, nodding his head to his teammate, but quickly glancing back and forth towards you and Johnny.

“And I swear to god, you better not think of stepping over there, I’ll get Ghost to restrain you.”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“You said no Ghostin…”

Johnny pulled you a little closer to him, then quietly (his case of quiet) says

 “Do you know what those guys do?”

“Military?”

“Christ on a bike… those there are contracted killers.”

You snort.

“Yeah fuckin' right Johnny and what do you call yourself? Saints?”

“I swear you’re so daft. Don’t go near them, stay with what you know.”

“I just want to introduce myself to them, it would be rude no?”

The guy in the mask looked harmless. He wasn’t drinking, he was among friends, he was simply waiting for someone to approach him.

*

The entire night you keep thinking of ways to get over it. You’ve got plenty of liquid courage in you now though.

“Just because he’s bigger than the rest of you, you’re intimidated.” The liquid courage was bubbling up inside you. 

“Fucking hell, would you drop it?” Johnny says

“I just want to talk to him, Johnny!”

You made your way over to him.

Johnny’s eyes looked like they could burst out of their sockets.

“Hi, how are you? You know what, you don’t seem bad at all, you just seem big, but that's ok.”

The man looked at you wide eyed, beneath his mask formed some crinkle surrounding his eyes.

“I just wanted to let you know that you don't intimidate me, but quite frankly you encourage me to give you a hug.”

He smiled now, you could see it.

“You’re like a huge teddy bear even, have you been to the states? They got a whole warehouse full of teddy bears the size of you.”

A small laugh from him and his fingers running through his hair.

“In fact, I kind of wish I had you as my own size for a teddy bear… what do you say?”

Before he could respond, you were yanked up, thrown over someone’s shoulders.

“That’ll do mini MacTavish..” A British accent. Ghost was hauling you away.

You felt dizzy, and kept your eyesight on the big man.

“I MEAN it! You are not intimidating you're just in need of a hug.”

[louddydisturb]

Lust for life

Louis era o maior empresario do ramo de tecnologia, mesmo com todo o dinheiro em sua conta ele era um cara reservado e que trabalhava praticamente todos os dias da semana. Até ele conhecer harry em uma confreternização da empresa

Louis, 37

Harry, 22

Tw: age gap, prostituição, breeding, desuso de preservativo, piercing (no mamilo), H!inter

Ib: anon

Louis bebia o segundo energetico do dia enquanto tentava se concentrar na 3° e ultima reunião do dia, depois que saisse da empresa ele teria mais um jantar em comemoração ao sucesso do lançamento do novo aplicativo da empresa

Ele sentia frustado e sem paciencia para ouvir o time de marketing falando sobre novas estrategias para alcançar mais publico, talvez metade da culpa disso estava na falta de um orgasmo decente há meses

Bem, ele sempre estava muito ocupado gerenciando a empresa e até mesmo dormindo no propio escritorio. Ele não tinha tempo para arranjar e gastar com alguma namorada tendo em mente que ele não era muito do tipo "só uma foda"

Ele passa as mãos nos fios castanhos suspirando aliviado com o fim da reunião, ele levanta juntando todos os papeis na pasta e se despedindo de todo mundo enquanto saia com pressa

"Fala luke, eu ja to atrasado então espero que seja importante" ele entra no sedan preto jogando o celular no viva-voz no banco do lado

"Tenho algumas surpresinhas para o jantar"

"Cancelou com o restaurante em cima da hora? Eu ia amar" ele afroxa a gravata dirigindo pela ruas estranhamente calmas de manchester "desembucha"

"Contratei umas diversõeszinhas"

"Não é uma festa de aniversario de 5 anos para contratar o patati e patata, luke." Ele tira o telefone do viva-voz caminhando em passos rapidos até seu apartamento

"Você sabe do que eu to falando, tomlinson." Louis desliga o telefone impaciente, ele tinha exatos 40 minutos para tomar um banho rapido, se arrumar e chegar no restaurante

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Louis comprimentava os socios de sua empresa finjindo um sorriso amigavel

Ele caminhava no salão depois de ter comprimentado todo mundo e indo até uma mesa mais reservada no canto pedindo outra taça de vinho

"Esse não se parece tanto com o tão aclamado pela midia louis tomlinson" louis observa uma garota com cachos castanhos caindo por seu ombro

"O louis tomlinson tão aclamado pela midia não pode beber sozinho?" Os olhos azuis fitam a garota de estatura media que usava um vestidinho vinho colado com um decote longo e que marcava suas curvas

"Normalmente ele estaria cercado de amiguinhos paparicando o grandioso tomlinson" ela bebe o champagne

"Se não se importar, preciso ir falar com gente mais importante..." ele fez uma pausa esperando pelo nome da cacheada

"Harry styles"

"Srta. Styles" ele levanta indo até a area externa enquanto acende um cigarro

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"Nossa quanta gente importante" louis escuta a voz familiar atras de si, ele ja estava no 3° cigarro tentando passar o tempo mais rapido e poder sair daquele lugar

"Quem te pagou?" Ele fita a garota que tinha agora uma taça de champagne na mão

"Só porque coincidentemente nos encontramos de novo já assume que eu sou uma puta?" Os olhos azuis fitam a garota de cima abaixo rindo baixinho

"Luke? Zayn? Calvin?" Ele traga o cigarro

A garota se aproxima brincando com a correntinha que estava pendurada no pescoço de tomlinson

"Pelo visto deve ter problema pra ter uma ereção ou algo do tipo, caso o contrario não estaria sozinho todo esse tempo" os olhos verdes encontram os azuis parando ali por um tempo

"Pode ter certeza que esse não é o caso" ele fala baixo apoiando uma das mãos na cintura da garota

"Não passa muita credibilidade" nessa altura os rostos de ambos estavam a centimetros de distancia

"Quer tirar prova?" Ele segura as bochechas gordinhas com uma mão a puxando contra si

Ele observa os labios vermelinhos formando um biquinho quase que adoravel antes de juntar suas bocas em um beijo quente e agressivo

As mãos da garota passeiam pelos fios castanhos e ombros largos do mais velho que a afasta enquanto joga bituca do cigarro no chão e pisa apagando-a

"Tem sua prova mas eu não sou do tipo que apoia a prostituição" ele caminha de volta para o restaurante deixando a harry do lado de fora raciocinando oque aconteceu, não é tambem como se ela fosse desistir facil

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Louis caminhava de volta para o carro segurando o terno em um dos ombros e o cigarro acesso em sua outra mão

"Tommo!" Ele escuta alguem lhe chamando e vira para tras vendo harry se aproximar de si com os saltinhos pretos na mão e a outra mão segurando a barra do vestidinho que insistia em subir "nossa a tequila que eles estão servindo la dentro é otima" ela se apoia no mais velho que a olha confuso "vamos pra casa já?" Ela passa os braços pelo pescoço de louis que suspirava  tentando arrumar uma desculpa para se livrar da garota

"Eu vou para minha casa e você pra sua, se quiser eu chamo um uber" ele tenta afastar a garota que estava grudada em seu pescoço para poder pegar o celular em seu bolso

"Não loulou eu não vou pra casa" ela fala beijando o pescoço arrepiado de louis "vou com o louis" ela fala meio embaralhado

Louis suspira desistindo e colocando a garota no banco do passageiro enquanto a mesma cantarolava alguma musica e ria sozinha

"Me fala onde voce mora" ele entra no carro colocando o cinto vendo a garota contar "patos no ar" "vamos harry eu quero ir pra casa ainda hoje"

"Casa...sim" ela vira o rosto observando o rosto masculo de louis, as maças do rosto tão marcadas quanto a mandibula, uma barba aparada contornava seu rosto "loulou tão bonito" harry leva uma mão para a bochecha de louis fazendo carinho ali

O mais velho ri a afastando

"Onde é a casa?"

"Do lou sim" ela fala sem sentido mais uma vez

Depois de alguns longos 30 minutos ele conseguiu um endereço de uma aparentemente amiga de styles que achou enquanto ligava para alguma das poucas pessoas na lista de contatos no celular da garota

"Vamos harry, chegamos" ele ajuda a garota, que estava praticamente dormindo, a sair do carro

"Casa do lou?" Ela levanta a cabeça olhando para casa em sua frente "oh essa não é a casa do lou" ela abraça o pescoço de louis começando uma nova batalha que foi fazer a garota o soltar e entrar na casa

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Ja fazia uma semana desde dos acontecimentos da festa e louis não conseguia esquecer os olhos verdes da garota

Ele tinha deixado seu cartão de contato esperando que harry entrasse em contato mas nada tinha chego ainda

"Amalia chama zayn, luke e calvin para meu escritorio, por favor." Ele fala voltando para seu escritorio após o horario de almoço, ele estava decidido em encontrar harry

Nao demorou muito para os tres homens aparecerem em sua sala

"Quem de vocês contratou harry?" Louis fala serio sentando despojado na cadeira

"Ah harry" luke começa "foi um plano em conjunto"

"Que pelo visto não deu certo e agora o senhor ai nos deve 300 libras cada" zayn fala em um tom entediado

"Eu quero o numero dela"

"Só tenho o numero da casa" calvin fala tirando o celular do bolso "posso ver oque eu consigo"

"Otimo"

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Harry terminava de arrumar a maquiagem antes de entra no palco, seu cabelo em um rabo de cavalo alto e um conjunto de langerie preto combinando com os saltos de plataforma

Assim que harry se preparou para começar a apresentação seus olhos cairam no homem usando um terno cinza e tinha um copo de bebida na mão, ela poderia reconhecer aquela silhueta em qualquer lugar

Louis.

Ele conversava com alguem no bar e apontava a ela sem tentar ser o minimo discreto

A musica começa a tocar e ela começa a coreografia no pole sentindo o olhar de louis queimar em si

Ele se aproxima sentando em uma mesa proxima ao palco, as pernas afastadas em uma postura despojada que nao combinava nada com as roupas chiques que ele usava, ele tinha um sorriso de canto nos labios enquanto bebia a bebida em seu copo

Harry escuta as ultimas batidas da musica e se abaixa para pegar algumas das notas que jogaram, louis se levanta jogando um bolo de notas de 50 e 100 libras, segurando o pulso da garota ao que ela faz a mençao de pegar o dinheiro

"Me encontra no camarim" ele fala serio antes de sair ate os fundos da boate entrando apenas com um aceno de cabeça para o segurança

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"Porque não me respondeu?" É a primeira coisa que harry ouve ao entrar no camarim, jogando o dinheiro na bolsa e vestindo um robe de seda para cobrir seu corpo

"Do que ta falando?" Ela senta no sofá amplo do camarim

"Não finja que não sabe"

"Não peguei no meu celular hoje"

"Te vi online"

"Não te devo respostas, você mesmo disse que não apoia prostituição"

"Não estou te pagando pra se prostituir, me da uma chance de me desculpar por ter sido um idiota da ultima vez"

"Pois já está sendo idiota de novo"

"Vem em um jantar comigo" ele tira a caixa de cigarro junto com o isqueiro do bolso

"Não gosto do cheiro de cigarro no meu camarim e eu tenho que trabalhar, não nasci milionaria"

"Ja paguei tudo que poderia ganhar hoje, tinha 10 mil lá" ele coloca o cigarro no bolso do terno novamente "não precisa ir tão arrumada, é um restaurante simples" louis observa a garota imovel no sofá "por favor"

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"Você é engraçada quando ta bebada" louis tentava cortar a tensão no carro mas não parecia ter tanto efeito

"Me drogaram" ela fala sem muitas expressões olhando pela janela, louis fica em silencio "obrigada por me levar na casa da taylor naquele dia"

"Fiz o minimo" ele estaciona na frente do restaurante de aparencia rustica mas ainda sim sofisticada

Eles caminham para dentro do restaurante indo até a mesa ja reservada por tomlinson

"Eles servem de tudo, o meu favorito é o Steak tartare mas pode pedir qualquer coisa do cardapio"

"Vou querer esse Lagostas e coquilles saint jacques" ela diz simples

"Vou pedir de entrada um Foie gras, ok?"

"Pode ficar a vontade" ela toma um gole do vinho branco "agora indo pro assunto principal, porque me procurou?"

"Queria me redimir por sexta, não que isso justifique mas eu estava tendo um dia ruim" as orbes verdes estavam atentas em cada palavra "e se você quiser podemos ir para um hotel muito bom que eu conheço" a entrada é posta na mesa "não estou te forçando a nada, nao ache que o jantar foi por causa disso, eu só..." ele observa a garota atenta "queria te conhecer melhor"

"Então isso é um encontro?"

"Se quiser pode chamar assim" ele sorri

"Que jeito mais criativo para me chamar para um encontro, jogando dinheiro na minha cara e me tirando do meu trabalho"

"Tudo consensual"

"Você consegue ser um querido quando quer, tomlinson"

"Louis. Mas pode chamar de loulou se quiser" ele brinca vendo a garota engasgar no vinho e ficar vermelha

"Eu falei isso?"

"Uhum" ele mastiga lentamente "a quanto tempo trabalha com isso?"

"Uns 5 anos" louis a olha surpreso "começei trabalhando como garçonete com 17 anos, mudei para dançarina com 19"

"Já pensou em parar?"

"É meu sustento, louis. Não posso largar tudo"

"N��o querendo ser emocionado nem nada mas se quiser ficar comigo eu posso te dar o dobro do que ganha no mês, pode fazer outra coisa se quiser mas não é obrigada a nada"

"Isso é futuro, louis. Por enquanto a realidade é outra"

"Só deixando claro" ele da de ombros

O resto do jantar ocorreu tranquilamente, os dois conversando sobre coisas bobas como "qual é melhor: marvel ou dc" e conforme o tempo passou a tensão entre os dois acabou sumindo

Louis pagou a conta saindo do restaurante seguido de harry e dirige até o hotel que tinha feito outra reserva

"Planejou tudo, tomlinson?" Ela fala entrando no quarto do hotel que cheirava a lavanda

"Talvez" ele deixa o terno em cima do sofá "olha se não quiser fazer nada não precisa,ok? Se quiser só dormir não tem prob-" harry cala o mais velho com um selar rapido de labios

"Ta tudo bem, eu quero" ela leva as mãos para os fios castanhos fazendo um carinho ali "pode fazer oque quiser"

Louis leva as mãos para a cintura da cacheada começando um beijo cheio de desejo e tão agressivo quanto o primeiro beijo dos dois

O ziper do macacão que a garota usava é solto e a parte de cima cai sobre sua cintura liberando os peitos que tinham os mamilos durinhos e a joia do piercing brilhava nos dois montinhos

"Porra" louis não resiste a vontade de a colocar na boca ouvindo a garota gemer baixinho ao que a lingua brincava com as pedrinhas do piercing

Ele caminha desajeitado até a cama sentando ali e puxando a garota para seu colo

Eles começam outro beijo enquanto as mãos apressadas de harry vão para os botões da camisa social e louis tirava o cinto e desabotoava a calça social

"Goza rebolando na minha coxa" ele fala calmo enquanto ajuda a garota a tirar o macacão e sentar em seu colo apenas com a calcinha pequena de renda cobrindo seu corpo "você fica tão linda assim, com o pescoço todo marcadinho e rebolando em mim como uma cachorrinha" ele sente a buceta molhar ainda mais sua calça "voce gosta de ser puta né filhote?" Ele segura a cintura da cacheada ditando os movimentos "aposto que nem sabe quantos ja foderam essa buceta" ele aperta as coxas brancas deixando a marca de seus dedos no local "mas nenhum nunca vai fazer tão bem quanto eu faço, ouviu amor?" Ele ve a garota concordar com olhinhos fechados, as bochechas vermelhas e a boquinha sendo maltratada pelos dentinhos de coelho

Ela começa a tremer em seu colo e foi só louis começar a masturbar o clitoris inchadinho para a garota gozar molhando ainda mais a calça social cara

"Muito bem, nenem" ele senta harry na cama e se levanta para tira a calça ficando só com a cueca preta que marcava o volume do falo duro preso no tecido "deita com as pernas abertas" ele se ajoelha na cama vendo a garota fazer oque foi pedido

Louis se apoia em seus antebraços ficando proximo da bucetinha molhada da garota, ele beija o interior das coxas palidas e deixa algumas mordidinhas no local fazendo as pernas da cacheada tremerem. Ele deixa pequenos beijos desde do baixo ventre ate a pelves de harry que lutava contra o reflexo de fechar as pernas conforme ele chegava mais perto de sua grutinha

Ele afasta a calcinha vendo a bucetinha vermelha que pulsava no nada "toda molhadinha" ele deixa um beijo no clitoris proeminente da garota

Ele chupa o local olhando a reação da cacheada que leva automaticamente as mãos para os fios castanhos de louis, a barba aparada roçando em suas coxas deixando-as vernelinhas

"Lou...ainda ta sensivel" harry fala chorosa sentindo louis passear com a lingua por toda a buceta, ela puxava seus cabelos e empurrava os quadris para cima tentando tem mais contato

"Amor você consegue ser ainda mais gostosa do que eu imaginei" ele aperta o pau dolorido na cueca observando o melzinho escorrer ate o cuzinho apertado da cacheada

Ele coloca a calcinha de volta no lugar e senta na cama colocando o pau para fora da cueca começando uma punheta lenta

Ela engatinhou ate ficar entre as pernas de louis substituindo a mão dele pela sua

Ele segura os cachos de harry e beija os labios vermelinhos

Harry separa o beijo deixando rastro de chupões por todo o torso bronzeado de louis e deixando um beijinho na cabecinha vermelha que vazava pré-gozo antes de colocar toda a extensão na boca

O de olhos verdes apoia uma mão na cama e a outra nos cachos cor de chocolate da garota, juntando todo seu auto-controle para não foder a garganta apertada da garota, essa que chupava o pau com afinco vez ou outra engasgando

"Deixa eu foder?" Ele fazia um carinho calmo nos cachos, os olhos verdes encararam louis e ela abriu a boca dando autorização para louis, ele levou ambas as mãos para trás da cabeça de harry usando de apoio para estocar contra a garganta quente da garota

Os olhinhos verdes ja começavam a acumular lagrimas ao que louis forçava sua cabeça para baixo a forçando a abrigar todo o pau, com uma mão ele segurava a cabeça e a outra ele levou para o pescoço da garota sentindo o volume ali

Harry começava a ficar desesperadinha sem ar e apertar a coxas de louis enquanto tenta se afastar, louis da uma estocada contra a garganta da garota apenas para a ver engasgar e depois a solta vendo ela se afastar tossindo e respirando desregulado

Louis limpa uma lagrima que escorria pela bochecha corada da garota antes de empurra-la contra o colchão novamente, sua boca volta para os biquinhos sensiveis da garota, chupando ali enquanto brincava com o outro 

Harry gemia apertando os ombros largos vez ou outra marcando com as unhas ali, ela aproveita a posição que estavam para tentar ter algum contato com o pau duro tão proximo de sua buceta

"Me fode porfavor lou" ela puxa o mais velho o fazendo parar de maltratar o mamilo sensivel e roçar consequentemente o pau contra sua buceta

Ele alcança o pacote de camisinha na mesa de cabeçeira mas harry tira de sua mão jogando do outro lado da cama e puxa a cueca de louis liberando totalmente o pau do aperto do tecido, louis suspirou aliviado puxando a calcinha de harry tambem para fora de seu corpo

Ele deita por cima da garota apoiando a mão proximo a cabeça dela e encaixando o cacete na grutinha que vazava lubrificaçao aos montes

"Porra hazza, tão apertada... nem parece que gosta de dar essa buceta para qualquer um que queira" harry choraminga abraçando louis pelo seu pescoço enquanto sente sua entradinha se alargar no cacete

Louis a sente ficar menos tensa e começa estocar devagar contra a garota que gemia baixinho apertando as unhas em suas costas, ele fica de joelhos apertando a cinturinha e puxando-a contra suas estocadas fazendo harry arquear as costas e gemer alto puxando os lençois da cama

Ele apertava a cintura tão forte que tinha certeza que seus dedos ficariam marcados ali, o barulho dos corpos se chocando e dos gemidos de ambos ecoavam por todo o quarto

"Tão gostosa, eu poderia te foder pra sempre" ele deixa um tapa ardido contra a coxa proximo do bumbum branquinho de harry, ela geme gritado fechando os olhos e se contraindo contra louis enquanto goza sentindo suas coxas tremerem, louis goza dentro da garota que ainda tinha pequenos espasmos embaixo de si

Ele observa harry de olhos fechados embaixo de si, as bochechas corada, testa suada com alguns cabelinhos grudando ali, a boca com pequenos filetes de sangue devido as mordidas e ela respirava calmamente 

Ele deita puxando a garota para seu peito enquanto desenhava circulos invisiveis com o dedo na costa da mesma

"Eu quero mais" ela senta na pelves do de olhos azuis encaixando o membro semi-duro entre os labios de sua buceta e rebolando ali em cima sentindo a porra vazar de sua entrada "me fode mais uma vez lou, foi tão bom" o mais velho segura a cintura marcada a virando na cama e a puxando contra si e encaixando o pau já duro com a propia porra ajudando nos movimentos "oh lou... me fode tão gostosinho" a cacheada puxa um traveseiro afundando o rosto na almofada macia e abafando os gemidos que ficavam cada vez mais desesperados

"Geme amor, mostra o quanto o lou te fode bem" ele puxa a garota pelos cachos encostando a costa dela contra seu peito

"Loue..." ele solta o torso da garota que deita na cama deixando a bunda empinada que era apertada e estapeada por louis "caralho louis" ela geme alto sentindo seu corpo tremer em outro orgasmo e depois de algumas estocada sente a porra de louis a preenchendo novamente e ele saindo de dentro de si

O gozo escorrendo devagar por suas pernas

Harry deita de costas no peito de louis que a abraça fazendo carinho na cintura da cacheada

"Vou preparar a banheira" ele deixa um beijo no topo da cabeça cacheada e levanta pegando as roupas no chão "o serviço de quarto é 24 horas então podemos pedir algo para comer se quiser" ela murmura um "certo" enquanto abraça um traveseiro macio em sua frente

Louis prepara a agua da banheira jogando alguns sais de banho que cheiravam a morango e coloca as roupas na cesta para mandar para a lavanderia do hotel

"Quer que eu carregue a madame para a banheira tambem?" Ele ri apoiando um joelho na cama

"Sim mordomo me leve" ela estica os braços rindo e louis a pega no colo estilo noiva

"Acho que está numa temperatura boa" ele abaixa harry devagar na banheira

"Entra tambem, é grande o suficiente" ela segura o pulso com o nó tatuado

Ele solta a toalha da cintura entrando na banheira e sentando atras da garota, ela se deitando confortavelmente contra o peito do mais velho

"Mandei as roupas para a lavanderia do hotel eles entregam de manhã" ele observava a harry contornar as tatuagens em seu braço

"Uhum" ela murmura sonolenta sentindo louis esfregar o shampoo com cheiro de morango em seu cabelo, ele enxagua os cachos com a ducha

"Deixa eu lavar o seu cabelo" harry senta de frente para louis pegando o vidro de shampoo no apoio da banheira e despejando um pouco em suas mãos depois esfregando nos fios castanhos, ele sorria bobo vendo a garota concentrada em passar o shampoo com a pontinha da lingua aparecendo nos labios gordinhos

Ela alcança a ducha fazendo o mesmo que o homem fez antes

Ela senta de costas para ele novamente e ele espalha o condicionador nas pontas do cabelo

Eles terminam o banho e harry obriga louis a sentar na cama para secar o cabelo, oque ele fez sem pestanejar muito. O vento quente secava seu cabelo enquanto harry bagunçava com a mão

Ele fez o mesmo com ela depois de ter ganhado um tutorial de como secar do jeito certo por causa dos cachos

Era 8 da manhã e harry dormia na cama macia de lençois trocados e louis fumava na varanda esperando o serviço de quarto

Os olhos azuis não conseguiam desviar da garota no meio dos lençois, os cachos espalhados pelo travesseiro, um biquinho adoravel e ela abraçava enfiando o rosto no travesseiro de louis

Ele terminou o cigarro e voltou para o monte de lençois brancos onde harry deitava e deitou ao lado dela com as costas apoiadas na cabeçeira e fazendo carinho nas costas nuas, ela desperta rapidamente logo dormindo substituindo o travesseiro de louis por ele propio

Ele deita mais confortavelmente com a garota em seu peito enrolando ali até ouvir a campainha indicando que o serviço de quarto havia chegado

"pedi café, salada de frutas, torrada, queijo, presunto e suco" ele fala ao ver harry surgir caminhando sonolenta no corredor, ela usava um robe de seda dado pelo hotel

Ela senta na mesa de dois lugares que tinha ali, observando louis sentar ao seu lado

"Obrigada"

"Eu falei que iria tentar me redimir" louis sorri bobo

"Mas se continuar assim nem vai dar tempo de se redimir completamente" ela se refere ao cheiro de cigarro do outro

Harry não odiava, ela sentia conforto ao sentir o cheiro de cigarro com café e isso acabava por lembra-lá de louis

Louis ainda não a lembrava casa, mas lembrava algo similar

"Eu te dou uma chance" ela espeta o kiwi na vasilha com as frutas "podemos nos conhecer melhor" essa frase foi oque faltava para louis passar o resto da semana com um sorriso bobo no rosto

[a-legacy-not-to-be-forgotten]

Undertale Yellow Car Headcanons 2

People liked the first one, so I figured I'd go do a few more to cover some folks I missed and add some extras for ones I already covered. Kudos to a friend on Discord who's a massive car nut and suggested quite a few of these. First one in case you haven't seen it. This one's a bit chonkier, so grab a snack or something.

Martlet: Electric Bike

Even if Martlet getting her hands on a driver's license is nigh impossible, we figured she should at least have something, even if she doesn't use it that much. Electric bikes seem to fit her style. Dunno if she'd use it often, but if the surface has no-fly laws or whatever, it'd probably help her out some.

Toriel: 2CV

...okay, Tori isn't really a UTY-exclusive character, but she has a minor role in the game, so does she count? Anyway, my friend had the idea of her using what they described as 'everybody's favorite little wine snail' and I think it fits her too well.

Chujin: Loud Ass 90s Tuner Car

If Chujin didn't inject raw Mountain Dew Voltage into his soul and survived to see the surface, he'd probably drive something like this. It ties in with the whole Ben 10 thing and it's a great way to express himself, as obnoxious as it may be. Usually, Ceroba makes him drive the family sedan.

Ceroba: If She Owned the Hummer (Semi-Joke one)

I meant for it as a shitpost, but we thought up an idea if she actually did own the car. Don't worry, she always looks before merging. Anyway, we figured she got it mainly because it's pretty cool. However, it is a massive waste of gas money, so she only uses it for camping or driving Kanako and Clover around on their birthdays. Otherwise, it mainly collects dust in her garage while she uses the more fuel-efficient sedan.

El Bailador: Lowrider

Kudos to @cheddarchandelure for suggesting this and it couldn't fit any better. Lowriders fit him like a glove. You know he just has this thing modded like crazy. It's nearly 20 feet of car, too. You don't get much more expressive than that.

Feisty Five: GMC Vandura

I gave the Feisty Five individual vehicles, but they also kinda need a car for the whole gang and what better vehicle for a group of crime fighting dinguses. Perfect for missions, lassons, or just hanging out as a group together. Starlo technically owns it, but usually Moray or Ace drive the thing.

Ace: Antique Mercedes

Okay, I know I technically already did Ace in the first part, but my friend suggested an Antique Mercedes, which I think fits a lot better than the Porche. I'll let you guys draw your own conclusions, tho.

Moray: SLK Roadster

Still a convertible, but I didn't like the image I used in the last one. So now we got a specific model for our favorite fish with no gender.

Mooch: Pretty Much Anything, but here's a Corolla

On the chance that Mooch somehow gets her license back, she'd be willing to drive whatever. Hopefully more responsibly this time around.

Dina: 5th Gen Mustang

My friend suggested that a classier style of muscle car would fit better than the more aggressive model I used in the first, and I think it suits her more laid-back nature well.

Blackjack: Antique Flatbed

It's been in his family for generations, and he's way too attached to the thing to get rid of it. Generally, he just fixes up anything that breaks down on him.

Starlo's Family: Uh...Trucks

The main workhorses for the Sunnyside Farm. Sure, they got a few dents and aren't the cleanest or most advanced, but hey, they get the job done. Mainly driven by Solomon and Orion, occasionally Starlo. The Cabover (bottom) is generally used for the big harvests and the pickup works for everything else.

Mo: C4 Corvette

The perfect car for a sleazy businessman! Well, not sleazy, but you get what I mean. He likes to act stylish with his choice of car, but his is constantly breaking down mechanically, since he doesn't really bother fixing the thing, just detailing it. Doesn't leave the best impressions for shoppers.

Honeydew Shopkeeper: Figaro

Why? Well, simple, it's small and cute, just like she is! Not much else to say beyond that.

Kanako: '70 Dodge Challenger

Kanako's still a bit too young to drive, but we settled on this for a dream car of hers, with both a road and track package. She got the idea from both the racing games she plays and Dina's own muscle car. Nobody understands why, But she really wants to visit San Francisco with it

Clover: Ford Galaxie Convertible

Figured we should do Clover's dream car as well. Not much a reasoning, we thought this just fit their style. Once they come of age, you know darn well they'll be racing Kanako.

Warned ya that would be a big one! Anyway, lemme know what y'all think!

[aerynwrites]

Peace

Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish

A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting anything lately lol - my writing motivation has been in the toilet. But hopefully it's back now and I just had to get this little piece out for the holidays. I hope you enjoy! Word Count: 4k Warnings: so much fluff, fluff galore, fluff mountain, slightly insecure simon, (possibly ooc simon??), mentions of praying before a meal, again just lots of fluff.

Simon “Ghost” Riley doesn’t get nervous. 

Nerves, anxiety, fear - it was all beat out of him by his piece-of-shit excuse for a father. Then further beat out of him in the military. Nervousness died with the first Simon Riley, buried six feet underground never to be heard from again.

So why the bloody fuck are his hands sweating?

He’s wiped them on the fabric of his jeans at least a dozen times as they drive down the desolate stretch of road in nowhere Scotland. Johnny talking his ear off the whole time - mostly about his family. 

The family Simon is about to meet. 

Fuck…what was he thinking, agreeing to this?

Thinking you don’t want to be alone again on the holidays, that’s what.

Simon shakes his head, chasing the thought away as quick as it’d come. 

He’s been alone all his life. He didn’t need anyone. Yet, when Johnny had whispered the request, a simple one really - into the darkness of the room one night as they shared a bed…Simon couldn’t say no. 

“Come home with me, Si.”

That was less than a week ago, and the Scott followed through on his promise, helping Simon pack his bags before all but whisking him away for a few weeks holiday with his family. 

His very large family. 

Of course Simon knew of Johnny’s parents and sisters and brother, but Johnny had warned him that the whole extended family gets together for Christmas. He’d been regaling Simon with dozens of tales from his childhood, each one with a different family member. And try as he might, Simon couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips as he continued, sweaty palms forgotten the longer Johnny talked. 

The small moment of reprieve didn’t last long, however, because sooner than Simon was ready for they were turning off the main road onto a side street. That side street quickly gave way to a long gravel drive, and before he knew it Johnny had parked the car behind at least half a dozen others in front of a large house. 

The first thing Simon noticed was the sheer normal-ness of the place. All the cars were practical ones, SUVs, sedans - made for families. The house was decorated modestly but tastefully. Colorful string lights lined the gutters and porch railings, a wreath hung on the door, and a large wooden sign leaned up against the front of the house beside the door that read ‘Merry Christmas!’ In bold red letters. 

But more than that, Simon could see into the house. The blinds are open and he can see many people milling about, talking, laughing, adults running after small children-

“This wasn’t a good idea, Johnny.”

The words are out before Simon can stop them, and he instantly regrets them the moment they bring a wounded look to his partner's face. But he can’t help it. His damn palms are sweaty again and his heart is racing and he can’t-

Johnny reaches over to slide a familiar calloused hand into his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

“It’ll be okay, Simon. They’re gonna love ya’-”

Simon can’t help the small huff of bitter laughter that slips from beneath his mask. “Will they?” He asks, before gesturing to the cloth covering his face. 

“You’re tellin’ me the kids won’t run screamin’, the moment they see me? Or that your family won’t stare at the giant with a bloody mask-”

Simon cuts himself off, shaking his head. 

“I shouldn’t ‘ave come,” he repeats sullenly, “You go in. Enjoy the holiday with your family. I saw a hotel not too far back, I can-”

“No, no, no, none of that shite,” Johnny interjects, voice firm. A tone he doesn’t take with Simon often. 

“I’ve told them all about you,” he finally admits, “mask an’ all.” He laughs softly. “The only thing Ma ‘ad to say about it was askin’ why you chose a skull.”

Simon is silent, warring with himself as Johnny continues. 

“And…you don’t ‘ave to wear it if you don’t want to,” he suggests lightly, before squeezing Simon’s hand again. “I wouldn’t ‘ave suggested you come if I dinnae think they’d like ya’. My family is important to me, Si. And you’re part of tha’ now.”

Simon didn’t have time to respond this time before Johnny’s out of the car and opening the trunk to get their bags. He’s thinking out loud again, wondering if his mother made his favorite side dish or dessert, wondering if his nephews would be here.

Simon is listening but he also isn’t, his mind running one hundred miles a minute until the trunk slams closed and Simon lets out a muttered curse before ripping the balaclava off his head and shoving it in his pocket as he steps from the vehicle. He doesn’t miss the shocked raise of the Scott’s eyebrows as he comes around the car before it melts into that fucking smile that plagues Simons waking moments. 

Simon takes his bag from Johnny’s hand before following him up the drive then up the steps of the porch. He waits patiently as Johnny grabs the door handle, knocking when he finds it’s locked. Every moment of waiting feels like an eternity for Simon, all possible scenarios running through his mind. The door swinging open and everyone inside coming to a stand still as they take in the monster Johnny brought with him. The children pointing and whispering about the scars marring his features. Johnny’s parent’s frowning in disapproval at the choice their son made…

It’s all playing out in front of his very eyes until a soft feminine voice calls out from the other side of the door - ‘coming!’ - and then the lock clicks and the door swings open and an older woman that looks eerily similar to his partner beams up at them both.

“Johnathan!” She says reverently, wistfully, as she wraps her son in a hug so fierce Simon’s momentarily worried she might injure him. 

But Johnny just laughs and drops his bag as he wraps his big arms around his mother, stooping down to envelop her entirely as he embraces her, tucking his head into her neck. 

“I’m home, Ma.”

The embrace lasts for the perfect amount of time before they pull away from one another, and it’s then, as Mrs. MacTavish holds her son at arms length - looking over him - that her eyes flit over to Simon, and the inevitable has finally come. 

Except there’s no hatred. No disgust or disapproval or furrowed brows. Instead there’s a smile just as big as she gave Johnny and before Simon can react the woman is approaching him.

“You must be, Simon,” she says, voice gentle - warm and welcoming. 

All Simon can do is nod, gripping onto his duffel bag with white knuckles. 

“Johnathan never stops talking about you-”

“Ma!” Johnny reprimands.

“Talking about you and your team and how…” she trails off, a sadness settling into her eyes before she steps forward and wraps Simon in an embrace he hasn’t felt since his own mother passed. 

It’s strong and grounding, yet soft and inviting all at the same time, and it catches Simon so off guard that this woman who barely reaches his chest is hugging him - that all he can think to do is wrap his free arm lamely around her shoulders. 

“Thank you for keeping him safe.”

The words are so soft, uttered into the cotton of Simon's shirt, that he’s surprised he hears them. But he does, and he gives her a gentle squeeze. 

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to him,” he assures her.

He looks to Johnny as his mother pulls away from him, and he has to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the smug ‘I told you so’ look on the scott’s face. 

Mrs. MacTavish smiles again before stepping back towards the house. “Well, come on then, you’re just in time, really. Dinner is goin’ to be ready within the hour.”

She opens the door back up and steps inside and Johnny follows close behind her, looking back when Simon hesitates. He gives him a reassuring look, shifting his bag to his other hand so he can reach a hand out to him. Letting out a small resigned huff, Simon takes the hand offer to him and lets himself be tugged into the house. 

Warmth envelopes him almost immediately- not only in the temperature sense because of the roaring fire in the fireplace at the center of the living room - but also in the atmosphere. The lights around the house are soft and welcoming, none of the bright fluorescents that litter the base. And the general sense in the house is one of pure love and happiness and joy. Children running around, adults laughing and chatting happily with drinks in their hands. Even the Christmas tree, bursting with colorfully wrapped gifts beneath it adds to the overall feel. 

It gives Simon whiplash - how different this place is than the environments he’s usually in. It’s not like the cinderblock dorm he usually stays in or the concrete gym he frequents or even the various dangerous countries he travels to for missions. 

Simon wants to both run and never leave at the same time. And unfortunately for him, he doesn’t get a chance to do the former. Before he has a chance to disappear into some dark corner (not that there’s many to be seen in this cozy home) Johnny is introducing him to all the family that stops them as they come in. 

Aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, nieces, grandparents…the only ones Simon really has time to remember are his sisters because Johnny talks about them all the time anyways - and once again, Simon is startled into near silence. Not a single one of them gives him a sideways glance. They all just smile warmly at him when Johnny introduces him, giving him a firm handshake - or let’s be honest - most of them wrap him in a firm hug. He expected nothing less from Johnny’s family. 

And when Johnny does end up getting pulled away by rambunctious nieces and nephews and Simon is left alone, he still doesn’t get a chance to slip away because Johnny’s sisters are sliding up to him, chatting about anything and nothing and slipping a drink into his hand (spike eggnog which Simon pretends not to enjoy as much as he does). 

It’s how ended up where he is now, hating feeling useless and standing around, he’s bustling around the kitchen with Johnny’s sisters, Amelia and Isobel and Mrs. MacTavish.

“Call me Moira, Simon. Mrs. MacTvish is my mother-in-law.”

(He doesn’t. Can’t. Not yet at least.)

“Simon,” Amelia, calls from the gargantuan dining room table in the room connected to the kitchen, “Can you grab the trivets? Dinnae want to leave rings on the table-”

“Oh!” Isobel calls as well, from where she’s playing the silverware, “I forgot the napkins too-”

Simon, with trivets already tucked beneath his arms, swoops up the delicately folded napkins on his way into the dining room - “On it.”

He places the trivett's precisely where the sisters direct him, unable to stop the small smile from tugging at his lips when they practically groan in appreciation when he places the napkins on top of the plates that are set out.

“Finally,” Amelia explains, moving to help Isobel set the silverware, “A man who isn’t entirely clueless-”

“Right?” Isobel agrees, both of them laughing.

Simon lets out a chuckle of his own, shrugging his shoulders. 

“We didn’ do much as a family when I was younger,” he starts, slightly hesitant. “But my Mum never skipped a holiday meal. Showed me how to set the table,” he says softly, feeling like he revealed too much. 

But the sisters just smile brightly at him, and Simon has to shove down the voice screaming ‘wrong, wrong, wrong! You don’t deserve their kindness, their sympathy-‘

“Well, your mum sounds like a lovely, woman,” Amelia says, before Isobel pipes in. 

“Are you and Johnny going to visit your family after us?”

Simon freezes at that, shoulders tensing as he tries and fails to stop the frown from tugging at his lips. He pretends not to see the way Amelia elbows her sister, sending her a scathing look as he continues to place napkins, now avoiding their eyes. 

“I uh-” he clears his throat. “My family’s passed. Jus’ me now.”

It’s silent for a moment, before he feels a gentle squeeze on his shoulder and he startles slightly, not having heard Mrs. MacTavish come up behind him in his inner grief. He turns to see yet another one of those blinding smiles on her face, a smile so similar to Johnny’s. He freezes again as her hand slides down to cover Simon’s, her hand tiny against his own larger one. 

“Well,” she says softly, “You always have a place at our table, Simon. You’re our family now.”

She turns away before he can speak and as she calls out to the family that dinner is ready, he’s silently glad she did, because he doesn’t know if he’d be able to speak around the lump in his throat. 

———

The family helps carry the food out to the table, and Simon can’t help but be impressed at the bountiful display of food, his stomach rumbling at the sight. Johnny finds him in the slight chaos, taking his hand in his own as he leads him to two seats towards the head of the table, just as everyone else is taking their seats. Johnny’s mother is at the head of the table, Amelia and Isobel and their partners and children to her left and Johnny and Simon to her right. He can’t help but feel like he’s too high up on the totem pole that is family seating. Hell, he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be here at all. 

Yet, when Mrs. MacTavish insist they all hold hands to say a prayer and she goes through the typical spiel, any doubt he has melts away when she says thanks for Johnny’s safety, Simon’s own name falling shortly behind before the entire table closes the prayer and Johnny squeezes his hand in that loving way that always makes his heart stutter. 

As quickly as the silence that fell over the table during grace came, it was gone in an instant. Soft shatter and laughter soon starts up as everyone passes dishes of food around. A lot of the things Simon recognizes; ham, mashed potatoes, and various other comfort food sides litter the table. But there are also some dishes that are unfamiliar to Simon, and Johnny is quick to explain them. Most of them are Scottish dishes he’s never heard of, but some are family recipes that have evolved over the years - all of them Johnny’s favorites.

“Oh, you ‘ave to try this one Si, it’s my favorite-”

“You’ve said tha’ about the last three dishes, Johnny-”

The Scott just laughs, “But this time I mean it.”

Soon, Simon’s plate is piled so high with food he’s concerned he won’t be able to eat it all (he does…and goes back for seconds). And he has to constantly remind himself not to eat like a military man - hunched over his plate, shoveling food in as fast as possible to be done in time - something he notices Johnny has to do as well. 

Simon smiles - and for the first time since he left base a few days ago, his palms have stopped sweating. 

———

The night is quiet as Simon steps outside of the still chattering household. Dinner ended a few hours ago, and ever the dutiful guest, Simon helped clean up before the events were moved to the living room. Presents were shared among family, mainly the kids. Colorful wrapping paper littering the floor and the couches and the chairs (and even the fireplace on one occasion, a disaster Simon managed to catch and stomp out before it went too far.) He and Johnny sat on the couch, the latter watching and oozing happiness from every pore as he soaked in the family he hadn't seen in too long. Hell, even Simon was sated - a little too much like a cat in a sun patch with his belly full and his inhibitions slightly dulled from that damn eggnog. 

But now…Simon felt the ever present itch to step away, that familiar feeling of otherness creeping back in as he feels like an intruder to something so cozy and intimate. 

You don’t belong here, that voice mutters again, sounding strangely similar to his father’s rasping voice as he slides the back door open and steps onto the back porch.

He tugs a cigarette from the pack in his coat pocket, placing it between his lips before grabbing the zippo Johnny had gifted him almost a year ago. 

‘It’s the twenty-first century, L.T. quit usin’ matches.’

Simon huffed out a small laugh at the memory as he flicked the wheel of the lighter, a small flame sparking to life and warming his palm as he cups his hand around it and brings to the end of the cigarette, taking a deep drag to light it. 

The soft sound of the sliding glass door reaches his ears just as he flicks the lighter closed and stows it away, and he knows who it is almost instantly, the footsteps familiar to him. 

Johnny doesn’t speak right away, instead coming to stand shoulder to shoulder with Simon just as the first few flurries start to fall from the sky. 

Snow…

Simon can’t remember the last time he saw snow - well - saw snow in a pleasant way. Snow that wasn’t waist deep and in the Russian wilderness and keeping his team from reaching the safe house. Snow that wasn’t stained red or crushed into brown slurry beneath his boots. 

Maybe this trip would change that - like it’s changed a lot of things. 

“Thank you.”

The words are simple, but soft. Softer than they have a right to be coming from a man like Simon. A man who has more blood on his hands than most. A man who most people would run from the second they looked at him. 

But he means them. He means them with his whole heart and he hopes that Johnny understands everything Simon is trying to say with those two simple words. 

Thank you for inviting me here. Thank you for trusting me with your family. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for loving the unlovable and showing me this and -

Johnny shrugs, and the rustle of fabric breaks off Simon’s train of thought as he glances over at his partner from the corner of his eyes. 

“I want you ‘ere, Si,” Johnny says softly, eyes looking out into the wilderness beyond the backyard, into the stars littering the night sky, “I ‘ave for a long time, and I…”

He trails off, clearing his throat, and Simon doesn’t miss the way he fiddles with something in his pocket. 

“I love you, Simon,” he says gently, finally tearing his eyes away from the celestial lights above him to look at Simon in a way that he’s never been looked at before. “And I meant wha’ I said. You’re part of this now,” he gestures back to the house still brimming with life, love, and happiness. “And I was wonderin’…” he trails off again, letting out a frustrated sound. 

“Ah, I’m shite at this…”

Simon huffs out a laugh, “Spit it out, Johnny-”

Now it’s Johnny’s turn to laugh, shaking his head as he pulls out a little velvet box from his jacket pocket. “Your makin’ this real ‘ard to be all romantic an’ shit-” he rolls his eyes, but even in the dimness of the moonlight Simon doesn’t miss the way Johnny’s cheeks redden. 

Realistically Simon knows what’s in the box - he knows what’s coming. Yet, he still can’t help the way his heart leaps into his throat when Johnny opens the box to reveal a simple gold ring. No frills, no getting on one knee and professing his love, no fancy dinner. 

It was never their thing anyways. 

“Simon Riley,” Johnny says, voice slightly choked, nervous, “Will you marry me?”

Simon never truly knew what he would do in this situation- fuck, he never imagined this scenario. Ever. Not in a million years. And if he did - he always thought he’d be the one asking.

“Johnny…”

The Scott cuts him off, “now before you go an’ start all that self-deprecatin’ bullshi-”

“Johnny-” Simon tries again.

“I love you! An’ I know that-”

Simon lets out a low growl, once stemming from slight annoyance as he flicks his cigarette out and away from him in favor of taking Johnny’s face in his calloused palms and pressing lips firmly to his. It shuts the Scott up, and Simon can’t stop that stupid giddy feeling that he gets when familiar hands wrap around his waist. 

It doesn’t last long, just long enough for Simon to get the point across, and then he’s pulling away resting his forehead against Johnny’s. 

“If you’d let me get a bloody word out, I’d tell you yes.”

Johnny pauses at that - eyes widening slightly in that way that Simon always thinks looks like a puppy begging for more treats. 

“Really?”

Simon scoffs, not unkindly, and pulls away his hand still cupping warm cheeks. 

“Why’d ya ask if ya thought I’d say no?”

Johnny blushes at that, looking away, “Well I didnae think you’d say no…” he shrugs, “Just thought you’d take more convincin’ is all.”

Now it’s Simon’s turn to roll his eyes, as he finally drops his hands, holding his left one out slightly. 

“You gonna make me put it on myself?”

Johnny laughs then, a real laugh, the loud one that Simon pretends to hate but really truly loves - and then Johnny is taking the ring from the box and sliding it on Simon's left ring finger with more delicacy than he deserves. The metal is cool, smooth as it slides against his overheated skin, and as it sit snugly on his finger, Simon can’t help but flex them, the metal glinting in the moonlight.

“You picked good, Johnny,” he says lamely, not sure what else to say until he glances at Johnny’s left hand. 

“Now I need to get you one,” he says, “Can’t have people thinkin’ you’re single.”

Johnny smiles, digging around in his jeans pocket this time before producing an identical gold band to his own. “Way ahead of ya, L.T.”

Johnny goes to slide the band on, but Simon stops him, taking the metal ring from his fingers with a grumble of ‘hold it sergeant’ before he slips it over his ring finger. He doesn’t miss the way Johnny smiles down at their hands, all wrapped together as he gazes at the matching rings. 

Simon opens his mouth to say something, but a bright white flash of light from his left stops him and Johnny in their tracks. They both look over just in time to see Isobel fumbling with her phone behind the glass sliding door as Amelia scolds her and Mrs. MacTavish just gives her son a small thumbs up and watery smile. 

Johnny just groans and runs a hand down his face as the three women scatter, leaving them alone once more. 

“Steamin’ Jesus,” he rolls his eyes, “Sorry ‘bout them-”

Simon shakes his head, taking Johnny’s hand in his own as he turns to face the backyard again, thumb already running over the smooth metal ring. 

“Don’t worry about it, Johnny,” he says, waving him off. “I…it’s nice. Having a family again.”

Johnny smiles, giving Simon’s hand a soft squeeze before they both settle into a comfortable silence to watch the snow fall from the sky above them. 

And as the muffled sounds of Christmas music and soft chatter filter out from the house and Simon holds Johnny close…He can’t help but send a silent thought to his mother and brother. Wherever they are.

‘I’m not alone.’

The gentle kiss of a breeze answers him, whispering against his cheeks and wrapping around his legs, and for the first time since he can remember - 

Simon is at peace. 

[f-rg-tmigej]

Behöver hitta varma löparbyxor. Är inte redo att komma igång med någonting, men mår inte bra såhär heller, så vad ska jag egentligen göra?

Sis var sjuk hela det här året. I nästan ett år har vi sörjt honom. Både när han fanns och nu efteråt. Det känns grått utan honom. Ayla har blivit gapigare sedan har försvann. Tror hon saknar honom. Det var trots allt hennes unge. Och jag önskar det vore så enkelt som att bara ta in en ny men mitt 💔går sönder. Klarar inte fler relationer till något där vi ska skiljas en dag, samtidigt gråter mitt hjärta över att se henne kvar ensam.

Jävla livet att göra så förbannat ont ibland. Kommer aldrig acceptera det.

[rootbeercarguy]

[oicuperp]

q puto cabreo d vd es q si yo hablase SI YO HABLASE !!!!!!!!!!!!! m detienen m sedan m fusilan d vd no puedo más es q el inglés no captura tan bien el enfado q tengo ahora mismo como el español xq es q m cago en todos sus putos muertos enterraos y pisoteaos q mala bomba le caiga a esta persona jurao es q ya hay q tener ganas d tocar los putos cojones hermano la peña es q no sabe leer o q es q voy a coger una percha y m voy a hacer una puta lobotomía casera xq es q m parece surrealista lo d alguna gente

[anotherhumanpet]

Dennis watched the dining room window like a hawk, laying in wait for the slightest bit of change to occur in an otherwise stagnant view. All day, while the house bustled about in its own quiet, little ways, he remained rooted at the table, uncaring towards the activities happening around him. Any and every excuse he had to make so he could continue sitting at the table throughout the day was thrown without a second thought too, even after he'd grown well aware of the suspicions rising around him. They're given no thought, however; The wait is worth the itchy sensation in the back of his skull from being watched with keen interest.

The silence can't last forever either, nor can Jaden's curiosity sit back from the strangeness unfolding before him anymore than it already has. "What are you looking at so much?"

In an attempt to continue his act of nonchalant casualness, Dennis shrugged while hekept playing on his steamdeck. "Just admiring the view."

"Uh huh." Jaden's doubt was as dense as a brick, and hit like one too. "What are you up to?"

"Uhm..." And just like that, Dennis' facade shattered to pieces. Before he could recover from the fumble though, the target he had been long waiting for finally rolled into view, easing its way up the driveway with the sort of slow caution only a somewhat lost, unsure driver would have. Dennis beamed at the sight of the beige sedan though and sprang to his feet, eager to get to the door before the driver could even park the vehicle.

Jaden was on him quicker, however, and herded the boy behind himself in a defensive measure. "Go to your room." The order was growled out lowly while Jaden fixed his eyes on the car.

"Jaden, wait-- no." Dennis tried to fight his way toward the door anyway, and nearly succeeded in getting out of his uncle's protective hold. But he lacked the strength to fully do it, and thus only succeeded in irritating Jaden enough to break his focus and whirl upon the boy with a glare.

"I'm not saying this again. Go to your room!"

"It's mom!"

The stillness and quiet that suddenly engulfed the house was deafening, and allowed the soft thump of a car door shutting to sound like a roaring boom of thunder. Jaden's face had dropped somewhere between shock and dismay, and his voice was just barely above a whisper when he said, "What?"

There was a knock at the door and Dennis offered an uneasy smile. "I invited mom over."

Jaden stood before him, still as a statue for what seemed like an eternity. When a second round of knocks hit the door though, he moved; slowly, cautiously, fearfully, to approach. The deadbolt was undone and the handle was grasped tightly, but Jaden didn't open the door right away. He stood there, once again still for a moment, then exhaling his anxieties the next before he finally turned the handle and opened the door.

And there, on the front porch, stood a woman who was smaller than Jaden but just barely bigger than Dennis, soft and rounded with her age, sporting the missing copper hair that lended Dennis his auburn locks, and carrying the same lightly peppered on freckles as the boy. She blinked into the darkness of the house, letting her eyes adjust before looking again and seeing the towering figure of her younger brother filling up the door frame with his hulking mass. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she quietly gasped and brought her hands to her mouth.

Jaden just stood there, dumbfounded and at a loss for words. Dennis inched his way closer and closer to door, unsure if he should break the long stretch of silence, when Jaden finally croaked out, "Hey, sis."

Penny choked out a laugh around her tears as she wrapped herself around him, hugging him as though he were going to disappear all over again. "Hey, dummy."

[hongibi]

Manifesto 18 September

Di satu sore yang murung, yang senjanya berwarna merah, bukan oranye. Seorang bapak tua sedang duduk di beranda sambil membaca warta berita. Saking serunya membaca warta, huruf-hurufnya ngos-ngosan kelelahan. Dia sedang seru membacakan berita-berita hari ini. 

Bapak tua itu tinggal di tengah hutan. Hutan yang kaya, flora fauna bermacaman. Duit tak ada harganya di sana. Butuh apa, mau apa, cari apa, semua tersedia. Namun sayang, sebab begitu kaya, hutannya didatangi modal-modal dari luar pulau. Hidupnya sudah tidak tenteram seperti saat modal-modal itu belum berdatangan. Mereka datang sepaket dengan serdadu yang berwajah garang. Bapak tua bingung, “Kalau niat baik, kenapa harus datang dengan seperangkat alat perang?” 

Hobinya memang membaca, terutama setelah datangnya modal-modal dari luar pulau. Tiap hari selalu membaca warta, “Ada berita apa hari ini?” pikirnya tiap melihat warta yang selalu dikirim burung cendrawasih pada waktu pagi. Di sana berita perampasan lahan, di sana lagi tembak-tembakan sampai renggut nyawa, di mana lagi berita kurang gizi, di mana lagi pembabatan hutan. “Setelah kedatangan modal-modal itu, kenapa di tanah ini beritanya selalu berita duka? Apa tanah ini tak berhak bahagia?” tanyanya dalam hati. Bapak tua khawatir, ia takut tempat tinggalnya akan dirampas, tanah ulayat yang sudah dijaga selama ribuan tahun secara turun temurun diambil paksa oleh kekuatan kapital. 

“Mau makan apa saya? Mau tinggal di mana? Di sini semuanya ada, saya tidak akan bisa hidup kalau tidak di sini. Ini tanah air saya, tanah nenek moyang, saya mau tetap di sini sampai Tuhan datang.” renung bapak tua dalam sekali. Air matanya hampir jatuh, air mata yang warnanya emas. Konon katanya, air mata emasnya disebabkan karena tanah tempat si bapak tua tinggal penuh sekali dengan emas, air yang ia minum dari tanah itu mengandung emas, maka dari itu air matanya jadi berwarna emas. 

Suatu waktu, bapak tua heran, kenapa hari itu tidak ada warta yang tergeletak di beranda rumahnya. Burung cendrawasih yang biasa kirim warta waktu pagi entah ke mana, “Mungkin sedang cuti, sedang mudik ke kampung.” pikir bapak tua. Berhari-hari, berminggu-minggu, ditunggunya burung cendrawasih itu, namun tak kunjung nampak si pembawa warta tersebut. Untuk memutus rasa penasaran, bergegas ia menuju agen warta berita yang berada di distrik sebelah. Berjalan kaki ia melewati pohon-pohon besar dan sungai-sungai yang arusnya tenang, sungguh indah tempat ia tinggal. Sesampainya ia di distrik sebelah, ia sungguh kaget, distrik itu sudah porak poranda, penghuninya kabur masuk ke hutan belantara, takut dikejar-kejar oleh serdadu berwajah garang. Semakin terkejutnya ia ketika melihat agen warta berita yang selalu mengiriminya warta sudah hangus oleh api, agen itu nampak diamuk api sampai jadi abu. Hancur hatinya, remuk redam, sedu sedan. Terduduk ia di depan agen warta berita, “Sebab ini burung itu tidak pernah lagi berkunjung ke rumahku, ia kehilangan tempatnya, bahkan mungkin ia sudah mati sekarang. Di mana engkau wahai burung berbulu cantik?” katanya dalam hati dengan penuh renungan. Berdiri dan berjalan lagi ia mengelilingi distrik yang porak poranda itu, dilihatnya banyak nyawa-nyawa tak berdosa tewas, perempuan muda, ibu-ibu, anak-anak. Tewas mengenaskan. “Sekarang aku tahu, kenapa akhir-akhir ini senja di tanahku sinarnya berwarna merah. Senja di tanah ini telah terciprat darah dari nyawa-nyawa tak berdosa, alam mengisyaratkan murung dan kelam.” pikirnya sambil termenung. 

Setelah lelah hati dengan apa yang ia lihat, bapak tua memutuskan untuk kembali pulang ke rumahnya. Berjalan ia ke rumah dengan  hati yang berduka. Saudara-saudaranya pergi dengan merana, tak sempat anak-anak kecil itu merasakan nikmatnya hidup di tanah surga. Ia kembali berjalan melewati sunga-sungai dan pohon-pohon besar, pemandangannya yang indah tidak dapat menghibur hatinya yang nelangsa. Tanah seindah itu akan terus terasa penuh luka dan air mata ketika kebebasan untuk hidup masih dibelenggu. Kebebasan adalah keindahan yang sejati, ia membawa keindahan bagi yang merasakannya, bagi yang mendambakannya. Sampai juga akhirnya ia di rumah, hal pertama yang ia lakukan ketika sampai adalah membersihkan badan yang penuh debu dan luka, perih rasanya luka-luka itu ketika terkena guyuran air. Sambil terus mengguyur lukanya ia berseru dengan lantang, “Pada hari ini secara tegas, kami masyarakat adat Papua menolak deforestasi yang merusak tanah, hutan, dan air kami masyarakat adat Papua. Karena di situ tempat kami hidup, kami makan, bahkan generasi kami turun temurun sampai Tuhan datang.”

Leo Naldi

Jakarta 13 Juni 2024

[lepartidelamort]

Macron est cliniquement aliéné

Macron a donc pris la parole pour vendre sa guerre à la Russie, puisque c’est bien de cela dont il s’agit.

Je ne sais pas quel est le demeuré qui a eu cette idée absurde « d’ambiguïté stratégique » pour faire mousser ce type, mais le seul effet qu’il produise c’est de dévoiler Macron pour le sale embrouilleur qu’il est.

À partir du moment où l’encocaïné ne se fixe « aucune limite », il envisage la guerre pour sauver la mise de cet état mafieux en faillite qu’est l’Ukraine. Ça n’était pas sur la table officiellement il y a 4 semaines, à présent si. Il n’y a aucune « ambiguïté » là-dedans, au contraire, c’est une clarification.

L’ennui, c’est que personne ne veut, ni ne voudra mourir pour le juif Zelensky.

Macron et sa clique devront passer en force, isolés.

Accessoirement, sans armée digne de ce nom.

Mais surtout, tout le monde sent bien que Macron ne sait pas ce qu’il fait. Il est de plus en plus enfermé dans son délire narcissique, sans aucune notion de ce qui l’entoure.

Nous avons face à nous un individu qui est psychiatriquement dérangé, entouré d’autres névrosés du même genre.

S’il y a un avantage réel à la fuite en avant de cet aliéné, c’est bien d’avoir fait sortir du bois tous les bellicistes forcenés qui jusqu’à présent jouaient les mielleux sur les réseaux sociaux et les plateaux de télévision.

Ceux-là pensent que leur heure est venue. Dans leur univers mental, ils pensent vraiment pouvoir vaincre la Russie.

Les réactions populaires sont universellement hostiles. Cela veut dire que Macron n’aura jamais d’adhésion significative pour cette guerre juive. La conséquence en est que, s’il peut entraîner la France dans ce désastre, très vite l’opinion se cristallisera contre le régime.

Exactement comme lors de la guerre franco-prussienne de 1870 où la défaite de Sedan a entraîné la chute de Napoléon III.

Beaucoup de gens veulent la chute de Macron, de son régime et de la bande au pouvoir qu’il représente.

En fait, en France, beaucoup plus de gens haïssent Macron que Vladimir Poutine. Et de loin.

Une défaite majeure a toujours pour effet un changement de régime, cette fois-ci ne sera pas différente.

Dans l’absolu, cette guerre aura donc des effets vertueux, mais pas ceux escomptés par le pouvoir en place.

Tout dépend donc d’une défaite exemplaire. Odessa, en effet, ferait un très beau lieu pour une déroute.

[rewriting-thearrowverse]

So this is the first one. I finished writing it in April 2023. So it has been over a year.

My writing has changed a bit since then. So for the first 8ish chapters, I might cringe from certain writing style choices I made.

𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝟏 𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝟏: 𝑷𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒕 (𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏)

3rd Person POV:

A man breathes heavily whilst running through the forest. He climbs a cliff wall and sees a fishing boat in the distance. He continues to run and jumps down to the ground below. He reaches what seems to be his campsite; he sets his bow and arrow and fires a flaming arrow into a pile of sticks creating an explosion and alerting the native fisherman to the island.

*Oliver's Voiceover*

'The name of the island they found me on is Lian Yu. It's mandarin for "purgatory". I've been stranded here for 5 years. I've dreamt of my rescue every cold black night since then. For 5 years, I have had only one thought, one goal... survive... "

He removes his hood, revealing the face of Oliver Queen.

"survive and one day return home"

The fishermen on the boat give Oliver a drink of water.

"The island held many dangers. To live, I had to make myself more than what I was, to forge myself into a weapon. I am returning not the boy who was shipwrecked but the man who will bring justice to those who have poisoned my city. My name is Oliver Queen."

On the Television, they are announcing Oliver's return.

"Oliver Queen is alive. The Starling City resident was found by fishermen in the North China sea 5 days ago, 5 years after he was missing and presumed dead following the accident at sea which claimed "The Queen's Gambit." Queen was a regular tabloid presence and a fixture at the Starling City club scene. Shortly before his disappearance, he was acquitted of assault charges stemming from a highly publicized drunken altercation with paparazzi. Queen is the son of Starling City billionaire Robert Queen, who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased."

Oliver is waiting in his room, looking outside the window in the Starling City Hospital as his doctor talks to Moira Queen about his condition.

"20% of his body is covered in scar tissue. Second-degree burns on his back and arms. X-rays show at least 12 fractures that never properly healed." He says

Moira looks at him from the hall, then asks "Has he said anything about what happened?"

"No. He's barely said anything." The doctor responds

"Moira, I'd like you to prepare yourself. The Oliver you lost...might not be the one they found."

She opens the door and walks in to see Oliver.

"Oliver." She says looking at her son as his back remains turned.

He turns around to the sound of his mother's voice and says "mom."

Moira and Oliver arrive at the Queen Mansion in a black sedan. After they stop, and the driver tries to grab the suitcase from the trunk, Oliver stops him "I've got it."

With tears in her eyes she exclaims "oh.. my beautiful boy." And they embrace.

➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳

They enter the house together, where Moira says "Your room is exactly as I left it. I never had the heart to change a thing."

Walter Steele comes up to Oliver and shakes his hand saying "Oliver. It's damn good to see you."

Moira and Walter can see the confused look on Oliver's face and they clarify. "It's Walter. Walter Steele."

"You remember Walter, your father's friend from the company." Moira

He nods as he walks over to the maid, saying "It's good to see you Raisa."

"Welcome home, Mr. Oliver. Mr. Merlyn phoned, he wants to join you for Dinner." She says

"Wonderful." Moira responded as Oliver walks towards the staircase and sees his little sister Thea, not so little anymore.

"Hey sis." He said simply

She ran down the stairs to hug Oliver as she said "I knew it. I knew you were alive. I missed you so much."

As they hug, he says "You were with me the whole time."

At CNRI Laurel and Her best friend Johanna are talking. "We're Lawyers, not miracle workers. We can't win this."

Laurel turns to look at her, "If we can't win a class-action suit against a man who swindled hundreds of people out of their homes and live savings, then we're not fit to call ourselves a legal aid office."

"And if we fo bankrupt in the process we won't be one anymore. Hunt has an army of Lawyers and they're ready to bury us."

"You and I against an army? I love those odds." Laurel says with a smile as she continues walking.

"Ugh, why do you hate me?" Said Johanna

As Laurel looked at the crime board on Adam Hunt, the television can be heard. "And in other news, here are details on the castaway story you've all heard about. The son of a very wealthy billionaire has returned."

Laurel whips her head around as she hears a familiar story.

"The Queen's Gambit was last heard from more than 5 years ago. Mr. Queen has reportedly confirmed he was the only survivor of the accident that took the lives of 7 people, including local resident Sara Lance. Survived by her sister, Laurel-" Laurel quickly turns off the TV and the whole room looks at her.

Back at the Queen Mansion Oliver is standing in his bedroom.

*Oliver's Voiceover*

After 5 years, everything that was once familiar is now unrecognizable. The face I see in the mirror is a stranger.

Oliver looks at himself in the mirror and sees his scars all over his body. He sees himself in his Arrow persona and it flashes like lightning.

𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬

The Queen's Gambit, 5 years ago.

Robert Queen is watching the Radar on the ship, as a member of the crew comes inside, soaked from the outside storm. Then he says "the storm's a category 2. The captain's recommending we head back."

"All right, inform the crew." Robert responded as Oliver and Sara walked out of their room.

Oliver asks "Are we in trouble?"

"One of us is."

"Ollie? where do you keep the bottle opener on this thing?" Sara asked

"I'll be there in a minute Sara." Oliver responded as Sara walked back into the room.

"You know son, that is not going to finish well for either of them or you." Robert said as the Flashback faded back into the present where Oliver is fully dressed as he looks at a photo of him and his father.

Tommy walked through the front door and said "What did I tell you? Yachts suck." With a light chuckle.

"Tommy Merlyn." Oliver said as the two hugged each other.

"I missed you buddy."

At the dining room everyone is seated and ready for dinner, where the conversation cuts to Tommy asking Oliver questions.

"..What else did you miss..? Wait. Superbowl winners. Giants, Steelers, Saints, Packers, Giants again. A black president, that's new. Oh and 'Lost', they were all dead... I think." Tommy said

Suddenly Thea asks "What was it like there?"

As the room has an air of silence and tension, he responded to the point, saying "Cold."

"Tomorrow, we're going into the city. We're gonna get you caught up on everything." Says Tommy

"That sounds like a great idea." Said Moira

"Afterwards, I was hoping to swing by the office." Oliver says

"Well, there's plenty of time for all of that, Queen Consolidated isn't going anywhere."

Raisa comes to set a bowl of pears on the table. She trips, but Oliver catches her and restores her balance.

Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Oliver." She'd said

"не беспокойся" Oliver responded

Tommy and Raisa look at him in surprise as Walter says "I didn't realize you took Russian at college Oliver."

"I didn't realize you wanted to sleep with my mother, Walter." Oliver responded almost too quickly

Moira exchanges looks between Oliver and Thea.

"I didn't say anything." Thea says

"She didn't have to."

"Oliver.. Walter and I are married. And I don't want you to think either of us did anything to disrespect your father."

"We both believed that he and you were... gone" Walter says

Oliver nods and stands up asking "May I be excused?"

"And Don't forget about tomorrow buddy." Tommy says as he leaves

Oliver is sleeping on the floor of his bedroom, by the open window as it rains, reminding him of when the Gambit went down.

*Flashback*

Queen's Gambit, 5 years ago.

"It's getting closer." Sara says starting to freak out about the storm.

"That's not very scientific." Says Oliver

"And what would you know about science, Mr. Ivy League dropout?"

"I happen to know a lot about science" He defends

"I know about fermentation. I know biology." He kisses Sara

"Laurel's gonna kill me. Oh, she's so gonna kill me."

"Your sister will never know. Come here." He says getting on top of her on the bed.

She giggles until she hears another loud strike of thunder. "Ok that one was really close."

"Sara we're gonna be fine." He says as he kisses her and then the cabin flips, throwing them to opposite sides of the room.

Sara screams as she is pulled into the ocean.

"Sara?"

"Sara!"

Oliver keeps screaming for Sara while he's in the water.

And a crew member is yelling for Oliver.

Oliver swims to the lifeboat and climbs up. As the boat moves he yells "No! NO!"

As he tries to turn back his father stops him. "No! Dad, she's out there!"

"She's not there!" Robert argues

"Sara!" He yells as the yacht sinks

"She's gone."

Moira walks into Oliver's room to wake him up, but as she touches him while he's still sleeping, he flips her and places his hand over her throat.

"Oliver? Wake up. Oliver." Moira said

"Oliver!" Walter said trying to wake him up

Oliver backed up in horror once he'd seen what he had done to his own mother.

"I'm so.. I'm so sorry." He said

"Oh, it's ok, Oliver. It's all right, sweetheart." Moira says as Walter helps her up.

"You're home. You're home."

Oliver is seen grabbing an arrowhead shaped rock from his chest from the island under his bed. And then the scene cuts to in Thea's room, where she is sitting at her desk with a friend. Thea's friend crushes pills into a powder.

"Where did you get these?" Thea asks her

"Roxies. Thank you, daddy's ACL tear." Says the other girl as they hear a knock on the door.

They hide the pills and the powder before Oliver walks in.

"Ollie."

"No one's called me that in a while Speedy."

"Worst nickname ever." Thea remarks

"What, always chasing after me as a kid? I thought it fit pretty well. Maybe it still does."

"See you at school, speedy." Says her friend as she leaves.

"Sorry about her." Says Thea

"I have something for you." Oliver says as he takes the hozen out of his pocket.

"You did not come back from a deserted island with a souvenir." She says

"It's a hozen. And in Buddhism it represents reconnecting. I kept in hopes of it someday reconnecting me with you."

"A rock! That is sweet. You know, I should get one of those shirts that says 'my friend was a castaway and all I got was this crappy shirt'." Tommy says as he suddenly enters

"Don't let him get you into too much trouble. You just got back. Take it easy." Thea says and he kisses her on the cheek before hugging.

"Ahem. The city awaits." Tommy says as they get into the hallway.

"Have you noticed how hot your sister's gotten?" He asks

Once Oliver gives him a I'll shoot an arrow in your eye look, he decides to value his life by saying "because I have not."

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While riding in the car they're talking "your funeral blew." Tommy says

"Did you get lucky?" Oliver asks

"Fish in a barrel. They were so sad.." Tommy starts

"No." Oliver groans

"And Huggy."

"I'm counting on another target rich environment for your welcome home bash." Tommy says

"At my what?"

"Dude, you came back from the dead. This calls for a party. Just tell me where and when and I'll set everything up."

"This city went downhill, so your dad sold his factory just in time. Why'd you want to drive through here anyway?" Tommy asks as Oliver looks out the window at his father's old factory

"No reason."

"So what'd you miss the most? Steaks at the palm, drinks at the station, meaningless sеx?"

"Laurel."

"Everyone is happy you're alive and you want to see the one person who isn't." Tommy asks and Oliver shrugs.

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Back at CNRI, Johanna is talking to Laurel.

"I just got this from Hunt's Lawyers. They filed a change of venue. Now we're facing Judge Grell." Johanna says

"Grell's in his pocket after he funded his re-election campaign." Laurel sighs

"Being your friend is fun, I get to say 'I told you so' a lot."

"No. Adam Hunt is not smarter than us." Laurel replies

"No just richer, more powerful and willing to commit multiple felonies."

"We don't need to go outside the law-"

"To find Justice' I know, your dad's favorite Golden rule." Johanna says

Laurel looks to see Oliver as he says "Hello Laurel."

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Outside of the Office, she and Oliver were walking "You went to law school. You said you would."

The tension could cut the air as she said "Yeah, everyone's proud."

"Adam Hunt's a heavy hitter, are you sure you wanna get in the ring with him?" He asks

"5 years and you wanna talk about Adam Hunt."

"No not really."

"Why are you here Ollie?"She asks getting to the point.

"To apologize. It's my fault. Please don't blame her."

"She fell under your spell, just like I did. How could I possibly blame her for making the same mistakes as me?"

"I never meant to-"

"She was my sister and I couldn't be angry because she was dead. Couldn't grieve because I hated her. That's what happens when your sister dies while sleeping with your boyfriend."

"We buried an empty coffin because her body was left at the bottom of the ocean by you. It should've been you."

"I know it's too late for me to tell you, but I'm sorry." He says

"Me too, I wish it would've been longer than 5 years." She says as she walks away.

"How did you think that was gonna go Tommy?" She asks

"Like that."

As he and Oliver walk "Now that that's been taken care of we can make up for lost time."

"If you're not too sick of fish, I suggest we find some leggy models and eat Sushi all day." Tommy says as they walk back to his car

A van appears and armed men get out.

"What the hell?" Tommy says as the men in masks tranq them.

Tommy blacks out and Oliver catches it as it hits him so it takes him longer to pass out. But before he does a man exits a door and yells "Hey!" Causing the masks to shoot him dead.

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*Flashback*

Robert gives Oliver a bottle of water and says "Here son, Drink."

Gus yells "What the hell are you doing?! That's all we have."

"If anybody's making it out of here, it's him." Robert says

He looks at Oliver and continues talking "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd have more time. I'm not the man you think I am. I didn't build our city, I failed it.."

"And I wasn't the only one."

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"Mr. Queen." One of the kidnappers says as he yanks a hood off of Oliver's face.

He had a disguised voice.

"Mr. Queen! Did your father survive that accident?"

Oliver looks to see Tommy out cold.

"I ask the questions you give me the answers." Says the masked man

When Oliver doesn't speak, he tases him.

Oliver grunts

"Did he make it to the island? Did he tell you anything?" As he tases him again

"Yes he did."

"What did he tell you Mr. Queen?"

As he breaks out of the zip cuffs he looks at Tommy, still unconscious "He told me I'm gonna kill you."

The kidnapper in the red mask laughs at him saying "You're delusional. You're zip-cuffed to that chair."

"Not anymore." Oliver says showing his hands

One of them goes in for an attack and Oliver dodges it, knocking him out with his chair. Then he knocks the gun out of another guy's hands, using him as a human shield as a third mask opens fire on him with a machine gun. Oliver pins down the final man and says "You killed that man."

"You don't have to do this" Says the man with fear in his voice.

"Yes I do, No one can know my secret." Oliver says as he breaks his neck.

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The scene cuts to Oliver's Living Room where the cops are their to ask what happened.

"So, that's your story. A guy in a green hood flew in and single-handedly took out 3 armed kidnappers."

"I mean who is he?" Detective Lance asks

"I don't know. Find him and you can ask." Oliver answers

"Yeah, and did you see the hood guy?" He asks Tommy

"I saw... movement. It was Blurry, I was still out of it." Tommy says as he thinks about it.

"One day back and you already have someone gunning for you, aren't you popular." Says Lance as he puts away the hood sketch.

"We're you able to identify the men?" Moira asks

"They had untraceable weapons and scrubbed identities. They were pros." Says Detective Hilton

"They'd probably figured you'd pay a King's ransom, or well a Queen's to get your boy back, after all a parent would do anything to keep their child safe."

"I don't find your tone appropriate, Detective." Said Moira

"If Oliver thinks of anything else, he'll be in touch." Says Walter

"Thank you Gentlemen, for coming."

"Your Luck just never seems to run out, does it?" Quentin says as they leave

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Oliver is in his bedroom reading when Raisa enters with his lunch.

"You are different, not like you to read a book." She says

"I missed you Raisa."

"No kitchen on the island." She says

"No friends either." He says taking the tray from her.

He says thank you as he sets it down and asks "Do I really seem different?"

"No, you're still a good boy." She says

"I think we both know I wasn't."

"But a good heart."

"I hope so, I want to be the person you always told me I could be."

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He leaves the Mansion when Moira stops him momentarily.

"Oliver, I want to introduce you to someone. John Diggle. He'll be going with you from now on." She says

"I don't need a babysitter." He says

"If Oliver doesn't feel he needs armed protection-" Walter starts

"I know, but this is something I need." She says