#slight suggestive tw

[iceiclehorned]

Immediately running to the defence, this time, it had been done in order to protect himself. There was a mutual understanding that running from what was happening was essentially pointless. Even now, when on the brink of entering dangerous territory - which would likely end up a case of child’s play - running was futile. Not when those embers had scarred the spot that would ultimately be recognisable to her and only her. Uncovering, allowing the discovery to wash over every inch of her soul, like a fire igniting throughout a forest was how she wanted to know Lighter.

If it hadn’t been for Big Daddy, a lot of what had been done for the Sons of Calydon wouldn’t have taken place. To have someone as reliable and trustworthy as the champion was ultimately considered a treasure within the hearts of the biker gang. How could they not appreciate the way he would go above and beyond to ensure their happiness? Equally, how could he expect them not to want to repay that debt to him?

Why is it that he would run himself into the ground, working himself to the bone for those around him, leaving the one person who needed that care to go neglected? The blonde disagreed with his way of doing things. It was as if he were purposely driving himself into an oblivion, to make up for the guilt that weighed upon his heart in an unfair way.

To ease one’s burdens takes far more than words scattered across the skies, so Burnice would move the Heavens to convince him of his worth.

Her eyes were unmoving, fixated on his face, basking in the way the sunlight highlighted every feature that made him who he is. “You did,” a small groan followed. “Rather than fight against me, why don’t you fight alongside me? I promise you it is more effective that way.” Although her voice held a teasing tone, there was a difficulty in keeping the mood light when everything around him was so damp. It was as if he had been plucked from a dystopian fantasy novel and placed alongside them. Sometimes, she wondered how he was able to keep pushing himself beyond those limits.

Preserving life was his priority, and not just because it was the “morally right” thing to do.

“Our journey.” She parrots, humming, allowing that phrase to sink in. “Well, it’s going to be one hell of a hot ride. Let’s just hope ignition can keep up.”

More lighthearted remarks thrown into the air, sprinkling specks of gasoline over their tender hearts. Only when things are made to become bigger and far more significant would they explode into one being, charred together for an eternity. Her heart had already been set ablaze by him. How could she not want to stir up his own, even if it were for just a moment?

Playful banter had always carried the majority of their friendship, developing into a grey area when sparks of desire began to fly -- at least, that was the case on her end -- making smaller remarks to hint at the bigger picture beginning to form. In this instance, it would be the way her heart anxiously thrummed in her chest and those damned butterflies that gave very little care to ease her body's reactions.

"You don't owe me anything," Burnice declares, opting to absolve him of any more responsibility. "...Except for another kiss, maybe." Her gaze turned shy, and if this continued, she would be brawling with her own heart about its disobedience. Swallowing thickly, a choice was to be made. Focus on that mission at hand. It did not matter that the distraction was a very attractive member of the same biker gang as her -- damn those urges -- the practice of safety had to come first.

...Not that she would need protection with Lighter--

Quiet steps were being taken to the fulfillment of a particular wish, drawing closer to the twisted changes of reality, spawning in the hive of the trouble. The beauty of the building before them was captivating, but even she could practically smell the danger that lurked from within. Each word spilled by his lips was quickly taken on board, creating a chaotic roadmap within the depths of her mind.

"So, you always intended to have me tag along?" Her eyebrow raises, rather intrigued by the admission from him. Remaining by his side was not something she felt any disagreement toward, but merely knowing that an intention had been set before that conversation had even taken place? Credit was clearly due.

"You sure do know how to spoil a girl," her voice cracks, clear enthusiam at the ready, giddily skipping her way into the heart of it all. "If you want my best, you've already got it! I can't wait to get my hands on it!"

And off she went, practically diving head-first into the ball-pit, barely awaiting for any true signs of direction from the lead on the case.

There was just a motion to that happiness that felt--- difficult to understand. Whether it's from the halls of a more self depreciating chapter, or just never quite getting how Burnice's magic worked. So similar to those old age fairy tales, where that scale of belief was content to be a black box that makes things work. They've both toiled in all of their own ways, before their debuts into the Sons and well into this golden present.

Just the sensation of those gentle breathes against him served to nurture his inner strength. "And who said anything about fighting?" Lighter's voice dared to challenge. Yet, it was a deflective method and he damn well knew it. All that was required from their resident spitfire was to look at him in earnest, to allow her flame's brilliance to merely wash over him in a fleeting moment.

To pepper those more tender thoughts with a truth he could never deny.

With truth that manages to singlehandedly steal his breath away.

In a way, it was a hard fought lesson even his old band worked to put into his mind. How success led to egotism, and the downfall to a guilt that wanted nothing more than to be like the ouroboros. All devouring, never satisfied, feeling like enough of the self can serve as a price. So to hear what she says is like the golden line as they meet each other's eyes.

Somehow, it felt like out of everyone that Burnice has life at its penultimate definitely figured out the most.

By the time she departs from the resting motorcycle, he already finds himself following, a specialized carrot tracker set upon Ignition akin to their lifeline at sea. Those steps made by the Champion felt Lighter, that wellspring of appreciation only adding to his already formidable strength. He'd tail after that crown of goal the flutter of her coat and skirt being teases to keep up.

"Taking the words right out of my mouth. A one of a kind journey, our journey." He comes to swiftly correct.

That inner peace soon melts into a form of tempered resolve etched only in legends. Ferocity follows that proud whip of his scarf, as a steadied heart serves as the pivotal guide. Getting those aviators adjusted onto his face once more, that decorum befitting of Calydon's strongest only adds to their presence as the darkness of the Hollow swallows them both. "Let's make this a quick job, before what I owe ya turns into one hell of a laundry list."

One he doesn't mind paying in the least.

Reality finds itself shuddering in pure distaste as their harmony of starfaring flame sweeps into this alternate world's depths. They'd pass the divide, leading to the stolen reality that these spatial distortions find themselves endlessly hungering for. Outside of more wasteland area, it'd be the makings of a massive factory set before their eyes, pridefully keeping strong despite the corrupted influence hovering about it.

Their path was a simple road towards the innards of what looks like a castle. A winded sigh spills Lighter as the fine details swim into mind. "What we're looking for is down in the basement area. There's an elevator not too far either, made sure to get this path cleared up ahead of time."

A little time given and they'd have the vehicle large contraption drawing them to the lower levels. "One thing that made me wanna bring you here is the upkeep for a certain fuel, and it's recipe. Stuff so good they got it armed behind Ether coated blast doors."

"Think if ya read up on it, you can make it even better?" It was a lofty expectation, but one he knew to bet on.

[alastors-radioshow]

Sinday bites and licks: 6: Terzo

SENSUAL BITING  &  LICKING PROMPTS

6) for sender to lick right where receiver’s earlobe meets their jaw. 

To say that the stag jumped was an understatement. He had heard the other come up behind him, certainly, but that was nothing new. He often found Terzo to approach him when he was visiting the Abbey, especially since he made sure to notify him about such visits.

Now, granted, they had some level of intimacy. In forms of embraces and a certain degree of kissing.

Licking, however? Now, that was a new one.

Those ears of his would flip back a little as he felt that tongue come into contact with his jaw, before they turned back, and he himself turned around, eyes wide in wonder and confusion.

And if you saw a slight hint of red priding his cheeks? No you didn't.

"You know, there are better ways to get my attention, Terzo."

[bamsara]

Doodled some scenes I have planned for The Rehabilitation of Death. Also I got lazy with the last bath scene pic oop

[anniflamma]

Munching on a carrot! 🥕

[crossarrowarts]

And I know, I know, I am what I am

The mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb

So darling, will you saturate?

(ALT without the X on N's screen under cut)

[cosmicourple]

toot toot‼️‼️‼️‼️ Another A.U Idea!1!!!1!11!1 (heavily inspired by witchofthesouls writing 😚) :

,,,

during Six Hundred Strikes, it turns freaky at the end AKA Odysseus rides the fuck outta’ Poseidon. Everything else after that go’s the same, w/ Ody’ returning home n reuniting with his family, Happily Ever After.

uhhhhh, yeah- except, a few days after reclaiming his title of King, Odysseus is visited by Zeus, who’s been intrigued by this Mortal and all he’s survived + surprisingly unashamed at wanting a piece of the action after witnessing the embarrassed stiff state The King got his brother into,,,, so obviously, like most encounters w/ Zeus, it results in them going at it in a Forest of Ithaca, before Zeus fucks off after said good fuck 👍. Intending to come back 4 more hehehaha now he’ll suffer from the Crippling Obsession of Mortals :33

After a long & agonising recovery, Poseidon storms up to Ithaca, absolutely enraged about what has happened. That Little Shit of a Mortal daring to Power Bottom him after using his own fucking weapon to fucking mutilate him, THEN LETTING HIMSELF BE CLAIMED BY HIS BROTHER!???!?!!!!?!?!? This will NOT stand.

But as he emerges from the seas depths to drown the island along with its wretched king, Poseidon stills because. Because- the inhabitants are gone. Ithaca had been abandoned, stripped of all it’s valuables and left behind,,,

You could hear the grass swaying in that silence.

Poseidon was going to fucking break that bastard. Lmao in more ways than ooooooone haha new side 2 obsession awwwwakeeeeeeeeeened—

iiiiiiiif— he could find him first :).

Him & the entire fucking population of Ithaca.

Cut to seven years of bafflement on what has transpired, confusion on where everyone could of possibly gone, intense wrestling w/ obsessive n certain feelings towards this fucking Lil’ Guy, more confusion as The Ocean, Land & even the bloody Underworld are practically ripped apart to try and find where the fuck The Population of Ithaca could of gone off to.

Normally, The Gods never rlly cared about such an obsessive search, but when an entire fucking society just. Disappears out of nowhere. With absolutely no warning, explanation or any trace of what happened. You start to become very keen to involve urself with such a noticeable event.

For seven years this went on, Humanity also becoming keenly aware of the shift in atmosphere that surrounded The Gods, how they have become Extremely Restless and more Physically Present.

It’s an adjustment, but they get used to it.

Once, seeing Zeus steadily zip across The Sky in a humanoid form, swirling clouds & crackles of electricity shifting around his Divine Body would of been a breathtakingly rare sight of telling something important was happening,,,, now. To be blunt, not many care anymore.

Seven years of tension, worry + some existential retrospect, and then finally.

Poseidon isn’t sure how exactly he found them, maybe The Fates had finally decided to let up on this oh so cruel trickery, or maybe it was The King Himself who weaved this Mysterious Illusion that hid His People, letting it fall down for whatever reason…

But there they were,,, a fleet of strangely designed ships, bobbing along the waves gently, trusting The Winds fully with their aimless course,,,

The Ships were like homes, a neighbourhood, the sounds of day to day lives flowing through the air, merged with the shouts and commands of maintaining said Floating Homes,,,

There were platforms of various sizes connecting some of The Ships, complex looking, with people on them, doing various things that were lost to The Sea God,,,

For his gaze had zeroed in on a platform near the very back, certain sounds of two children playing having caught his attention,,,

His Divine Sight found the little forms of the children, most likely twins, and he felt their squeals of excitement roar over the breeze and the sounds of everything else as he gazed upon them,,,

It seemed his ‘encounter’ with Odysseus had not been without consequences. Nor had his brother’s, bitter as it was to think

Yes, he knew who they were almost right away. Youngest Heirs of Ithaca, Twin Children of King Odysseus, Demigod Children.

One, a boy, ran around the wooden surface, shrieking happily as he chased his sibling, eyes a thundering gold, hair a ruffled mess of curly, spiky and jagged all at the same time and a smile big and potentially insufferable if smug spread on his face…

The other, a girl, also giggled loudly as she speeded away from her brother, both of them running around in a never ending circle, teeth sharp and grinning wide, bright blue eyes focused on the boy, watching gleefully as he pursued her yet never managed to reach.

There they were, his children.

why not claim Both of them as his ? all that matters is that their His..

Yet when he went to converse with them and as they stared at him with big unbothered eyes, watching like stunned canine pups— as he explained who he was to them, laughter filled the air,,,,,

“You’re not our father!”

“Our father is called Odysseus!”

“And our mama is Queen Penelope !”

What. No, they’re his, are they blįnd ?—

“Pśűıțħâ!! , Ħëľíġą!!! , čømě ħęřæ Ÿœũř Fäþħēř īş Wäįťıñğ—-

[anonymouscheeses]

I just want them to be absolutely head over heels with eachother. No one sided simping in my hazbin hotel!

[cruwmo-art]

the jayvik brainrot has gotten to me

also an anthro-cat drawing of them under the cut if you're interested

[violetmuses]

Caught In The Act! - A. Aretas 👀

Title: Caught In The Act! - A. Aretas 👀

Fandom: Bad Boys Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Detective Mike Lowrey opens the wrong door one night. @yassbishimvintage @nelo0wesker

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2024

The late-night hour exhausted Detective Mike Lowrey when he returned home one particular evening.

Shadows lurked throughout this second floor hallway and Mike attempted to find his room with his cell phone flashlight. Ceiling bulbs hurt his vision.

Nodding by one last door, Mike planned to finally sleep, but muffled voices echoed through the walls.

Wait. Mike thought. Hell no!

Your sighs blended with Armando as he took control and offered much-needed “alone time” on your day off.

Opening the door, Mike flipped each light of this space and disrupted everything.

“Shit!” You squealed, leaving Armando's bare waist after mounting him.

“What the hell? Get out, man!” Aretas immediately sits up in bed with you and covers your naked body.

“I don't care what's going on.” Mike barely made eye contact with his son.” Y'all shouldn't do that.”

“Baby…” Ignoring Mike, Armando pleads toward your ear with accented English, but you no longer care.

“No. This is so embarrassing.” Fed up, you leave the bed and scramble for your clothes, escaping this awkward moment.

[eldritchminmo]

Ingo and Emmet may be the physically stronger of the Nimbasa Trio, but Elesa's the one who isn't afraid to go for the kill if it's a life or death situation. The bastard thought that she was trapped and helpless without Ingo and Emmet to save her. Unfortunately, it mistook her kindness for softness and realized far too late that she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

Elesa would be the final girl in a horror movie, just saying.

also i've been rewatching buffy and i think elesa should be a vampire slayer.

I keep putting off talking about my elesa headcanons, but i just have to say that my version of Elesa uses she/he pronouns. i just think she's neat and can be a little transmasc as a treat.

[fishtax]

Recently unlocked the ability to not gaf while drawing and lemme tell you its doing WONDERS

[tigerr-cherry]

Womp womp

Here's a bunch of wips that have been rotting in my files. These are so old lol

I hope I'll get the motivation to come back to these one day bc I think they're super interesting, but I would have to completely resketch everything due to design change. And I ain't doin all that 🤧

[katkalis-the-horror-fanartist]

Doodles of Zoth and Abducius being disaster lovers under the cut. Minors dni 😌

Abducius is literally insane for tempting such a creature

[cosmicourple]

Ok but Odysseus as the god of Puppeteering & Mind of Shadows would completely flip the story on its head. I imagine that in order to topple the gods, he’d want to do it without arousing suspicion because what kind of puppeteer would he be if he was discovered right away? So he played it sneakily. When he catches Athena’s connection, he already has her snared in his trap, a connection made that he can pull back on when the time is right. I’m not sure if he’ll still be connected to Hermes or the lost deity’s powers had overwhelm and erased it but he and Hermes will eventually meet. He does love Penelope and hates how he can’t tell her who he really is otherwise someone might catch him and ruin everything but he does put protective blessings on her and his son who might have inherited his powers, he’s gonna seal that up real quick until the time is right.

As the Trojan war comes, Odysseus played it cool but secretly made connections to the gods that appear whenever they made themselves known like Ares, Aphrodite, Apollo and Artemis. The only exception was Zeus due to him being more powerful than the rest and while he did have to drop the baby, he did save him and leave him to his minions who I imagine are puppets he made. Every death during the odyssey, Odysseus secretly saves them and puts them in his pocket dimension because of his attachment to them. When Athena leaves, he’s saddened but disappointed; I feel like a part of him wanted to give the gods a chance but after Athena left, he no longer saw any good in them and what’s going to be a divine invasion would be considered justified. He thought Athena could change, but he supposed that he was wrong…

From there, it becomes much more easier to manipulate now that Athena isn’t watching him. He knew that by revealing his name, he’ll draw Poseidon’s attention where he can make a connection using their hatred towards each other as the basis so that it can click. He’s not someone who can see prophecies like Apollo, rather he knows what to do to make things play out how he wants. He does want to go home, but the deities were getting impatient so off to Scylla he goes where he lets her eat sirens instead. Mutiny happened and while it did hurt, he never blamed his crew because he understood them and finally… He encountered Zeus. Helios was actually his target but he’ll take the top god and other ways of persuasion him to form a connection using lust. He even learns some unexpected things from the king of gods which he files away for another time due to how they made his chest feel weird.

And with that, everything is in place and soon, he’ll no longer be Odysseus. It’s like the song ‘The main character’ but in a more tragic light; as much as Odysseus loved living as a mortal, he can’t be seen as human. He’s the vessel of the forgotten deities’ anger and it’s either he fails, gets taken/hurt by the Olympian gods never to see his family again, or finally put his plan into action. He thinks himself as a puppet ironically, after all he was created to bring ruin to the gods, much like how Pandora was made to give a punishing gift to humanity.

So, he pulls the strings, ignoring the squeeze in his heart as he turns away from Zeus and wonders if Penelope could forgive him for what he’s doing.

*snorts this world building like dwugs :3*

On a less weird note: NHHDWGYHHHFHHGGFFF— YAS!1!!!1!! OMG ODYSSEUS W/ ALL HIS BEHIND THE SCENES GLORY AHFDDEWWSSSS EEEEEEEE THIS LOOKS SO FUN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

If I’m gonna dissect some things,,,, :

#1: auhhhh u put the Last Minute Titles I made 4 Ody’ to good use 🤩🙏 him analysing his situation so to not cause suspicion is very him, AWBGAS him establishing ‘connections’ to The Gods, probably to manipulate them by info access but also maybe these Connections r like invisible Magic Strings that Odysseus can use to weaken them when, as u put it, the time is right AKA Dimension Invasion Time omg ouggggg— either way, very kool <33.

I still think he’d have some DNA-related connections to Hermes, it mostly being there too give him a base 4 when he accesses his Godly Form :) (in my mind, Ody’ was sent into This World as a Little Shadow Blob, the first form he took was when he incarnated as Ithaca’s Newborn Prince :33)

Cries, he loves his wife & son no matter what, makes it even more of a shame about wha he’s suppose to do hehe hmmm *pockets Telemachus w/ Otherworldly Deity Genes 4 later*…

#2: ohohoho— The Trojan War spat got no idea who it’s actually helped :),,,

Awwwgffdddfes— Ody’ saving lil’ Astyanax n spiriting him away 😭😭😭 (along w/ everyone he’s attached to :() oh how he couldn’t resist to raise that kid :’) + omg mindless puppet looking shadows as Ody’s’ minions / ‘Eikon’ (I think that’s how u use the word when referring to a false being created by a God??? Idk??-) is *chefs kiss* those sound like such badass things to wield ngl-

*wince* ouwwwww, My Goodbye sounds so awkward but also funny in a kinda sick way in this scenario bc- Athena is arrogantly yelling at Ody’ to do some shit & then there’s Odysseus of Ithaca over here existing as The Nuclear Weapon Mastermind of some spiteful dying Universe LMAO—- 😭

Ouch, Ody’ wanting to be at least somewhat fair, give The Gods a chance thru observation but then Athena lets her pride get in the way & now their fate of getting fucked over is permanently sealed ooooooo— just one less argument Athena, just one less argument is probably all it coulda’ taken 😙,,,

#3: everything falling into place as the story goes on, The Gods none the wiser to what is on the horizon…

Lmao, Odysseus wanting to go after Helios makes me think of that meme where it’s a guy pointing a shotgun at the sun GTHHAAGL😭😭😭

Ohohohohook— there we go >:]]] glad 2 see that the Manwhore thoughts r sprinkled into every one of my A.U’s :3

But now, along w/ the Blender Timeloop A.U, with angst!1!!!1!11

Idk if I’m reading dis wrong, but those ‘unexpected things’ from Zeus sound like The Godking catchin’ feeeeelss~~ hehe oh the dramaest drama *rubs hand together evilly*

Also yep- Odysseus already got a lot on his plate, so that is def something he’s want to deal with,,,,later.

#4: ah Character Feeling Way 2 Attached To Their False Identity But Very Much Needing 2 Let It Go, one of my fav tropes 😏

Speaking of character tropes: THE MAIN CHARACTER BY WILL WOOD LET’S GOOOO— ouuuuu- yes, that’s such a good song 4 Ody’ here <D✨ (mostly bc I just luv the song) & OUUUUUHHHHH—- in general, the pain of having to fulfil his purpose as a infiltrator / virus- 🥲🥲🥲 love that angst 😋.

Yeah,,,, The Lore I’ve made in my mind paints Odysseus’s whole- thing, existence very tragic, but that’s what The Greeks were all about so, still fits nicely w/ the usual cruelty in their stories !!

Bringing up The Other Deities as I’ll now call them, while their objective of reviving their Universe thru the equivalent of seeking a rat into a land owners papers is gonna be very, very disruptive to Greece’s current economy, I never rlly thought of them as. Bad. Morally grey, absolutely if not as well a bit sympathetic, but never rlly. Bad. A few of them even learn to care 4 Ody’ as they observe him growing up <), still pushing their goal onto him n guiding him to fulfil his purpose, but they also make sure to treat him as a person. A young person that needs to be nurtured. (mostly 4 the plan to work out smoothly but there’s some care 4 their infiltrators wellbeing,,,)

Despite all of this, Ody’ is still not having a great time dealing w/ everything,,,, obviously. It’s a pretty morbid way to live.

#5: plan getting set into motion ohohohehe- here comes The Drama + unnecessary All Powerful Odysseus lmao :’)

Haha I will never let this man be happy with his family :))))).

[honniebunnies]

[violetmuses]

Trainwreck - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Title: Trainwreck - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Pairing: Terry Richmond + Female Reader

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Main Storyline: One day, you end up meeting this stranger.

@episodes-ff @persethegawd 🏷

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2024

“I can't ease your problem without facing trouble, so use the back door and get out of here before cops show up.” Legal assistant Summer McBride warned veteran Terry Richmond while joining this federal space.

“Okay.” Exhausted for several reasons, Terry stepped back and walked this route to leave the establishment. There's just no other choice.

______

Soon enough, clicking heels signaled Richmond's attention as you moved right in front of him and headed toward the parking lot found outside.

Despite acknowledging much-needed composure, Richmond can't take another fail.

If you can't help the situation, Terry might never leave Shelby Springs.

“Excuse me?” Staying cordial, Richmond attempted to introduce himself without overreacting. “I'm sorry for interrupting, but I really need some help.”

“Well…I, damn! You're bleeding.” You immediately noticed that scarlet just painted his elbows right now. “Should I bring you to the hospital first?”

“No, Ma'am.” Terry said. “Thank you for the concern, though.”

“Depends on what you need. This town’s pretty small.” Your hands gestured around.

“Where's the police department? I'll file a report tomorrow.” Terry started somewhere.

“Not too far from here actually.” You've cleared your throat. “I'll write down the address. What's your name?”

“Terry.” Richmond said.

“Nice meeting you.” You've handed out this sticky note from the glove compartment.

“I appreciate your help.” His deep voice offered gratitude.

“Of course, but your injuries should be patched up as soon as possible.” Sliding the driver's seat, you closed that front door, but Terry wouldn't leave.

“Hey.” His unexpectedly striking gaze almost locked down your presence.

“Yes?” You wouldn't start the car and drive out right away.

His unexpected chuckle nearly shook up your mind.

“I need a favor.” Richmond's eyes almost darkened.

“Go on.” You remained intrigued. “I don't usually help strangers like this, but you look rough.”

“Could I stay with you for a little while?” Almost towering beyond height, Richmond walked closer.

“No girlfriend around here?” You quickly played back.

“Maybe I'm looking for one…” His voice teased again.

“If you weren't struggling, I would already refuse this idea. Come on.” Your hand welcomed Richmond to the passenger seat before you drove away.

******

“I'll drop you off at the police station this morning, but keep their address just in case.” You straightened up the guest room last night and Terry accepted limits.

“Thank you.” Terry gathered his weathered backpack, ready to join the commute.

______

“Why flirt with me yesterday?” You parked outside of this important yet fairly small building later.

“No sob story. I know better.” Terry kept his eyes glancing forward.

“Fair enough.” You dropped the subject and cut that engine, but Richmond nearly froze.

“Apologies, but you're beautiful.” Terry slipped.

“Thanks.” You just can't help smiling this time around.

By an unknown force, you each flamed this chemistry out of nowhere, somehow willing.

Right as you both leaned inward and your noses met, upcoming wheels moved along dirt.

“I gotta go.” Terry bit his lip while holding your cheek.

“Okay.” You watched Richmond leave the car when Officer Jessica Sims passed by.

Goodness. You thought.

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“If you don't mind me asking, who's parked outside, Mr. Richmond?” Chief of Police Sandy Burne questioned Terry following his report.

“Someone dropped me off this morning, Sir.” Terry mentioned you without revealing personal details.

“Who is this?” Chief Burne started pulling curiosity.

“I'm sorry, but that's none of your business.” While never deciding to yell, Terry stood his ground and kept you private.

“Very well.” Burne settled the plan. “Come back here at 9:00 AM on Monday morning to see your cousin and we'll handle this dispute.”

“Thank you.” Richmond accepted details while standing, but heard Chief loud and clear seconds later.

“Now fuck off.” Burne's Southern accent revealed venom just before Richmond could leave.

“Yes, Sir.” Knowing better than to express frustration, Richmond nodded and gathered leftover cash to exit.

_______

“Are you busy this weekend?” Closing the passenger seat door, Terry encouraged you drive out of here.

“No. What's the plan?” You asked.

“Long story short: The chief hates me now, but I can see my cousin on Monday morning.” Terry offered news without smiling.

“Good.” You've said, leaving that department behind.

*****

“Ready?” For the first time since meeting Terry you grinned.

“Yes. Thank you.” Richmond never stopped expressing gratitude.

“Let's hurry. It's almost time.” You grabbed car keys and Terry followed your move again, prepared to end this nightmare.

_____

“You're three minutes late.” Chief Burne grumbled while sporting this hat outdoors the bus already left.

Both of you exchanged glances, but Terry left the car and sought his bike, immediately turning away from your path.

“T, dammit!” Punching gas, you nearly sped off the same direction.

*****

Despite missing the transfer bus, you noticed that Terry cornered his bike near this woodland area.

“Stay in the car.” Terry lowered his deep voice even more.

“Did you see Mike or not?” You brought up the obvious question.

“Yeah.” Richmond said.

“So much for teamwork.” You frowned while driving.

You raised the middle finger, but realized that Terry followed your direction home.

_____

In the driveway, you slam that door, clicking your heels without making eye contact.

“I have nowhere else to go, all right?” Terry held your wrist to stop everything.

“Not my problem.” You snatched this hold away, but Richmond turned your body around once more and dared to meet kisses.

Upon realization, your own palms shoved him back, yet Terry didn't care, warm his lips toward your neck.

“If I make it out alive, go with me.” His words don't even scare you as Terry lifted your weight and carried this moment to the house.

You would never leave each other again.