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unfriedough · 1 year

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HIII

ok so I know it says you do fem but r u also able to do gender neutral? If not, it’s ok!!

Anyways

Hcs of Zuko w a S/O who’s like, blunt as hell, and doesn’t rlly express emotions a big majority of the time lmao

‘Taken’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: JASMIN DISAPPEARING FOR ANOTHER FEW MONTH?? Why’re you surprised?

Also, this isn’t gender neutral. I know you asked for it but I said on the guidelines that I’m only writing female :( I didn’t wanna blow off the whole request tho

Summary: hc’s of zuko and you being falling for each other - but both of you such at love.

Warnings: reader was meant to be blunt but idk how to be blunt.

A shrug.

That was all Aang got when he asked for your opinion on Zuko’s joining of the team.

(“Couldn't care less,” you said when questioned about it later, on the soft beach of ember island)

Truly, it didn’t make a difference to you

Yes he was needed - firebender and all - but it’s not like he’ll be teaching you right?

Wrong.

Turns out you can learn loads from just different fighting styles and stuff, and you were intrigued in the foreign moves

Zuko would 100% get worse at what he was doing under your scrutinising gaze.

I mean that's how he interpreted it

Really there was no emotion

The firebender definitely asked you about why you were watching - took much courage though (poor boy)

“You’re good at what you do.” you paused, “Sometimes,”

“Sometimes?” he rubbed his neck, confused.

“Yeah, sometimes I’m surprised a twelve year old beat you that easily,”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged.

“You think you’re better than me?”

You cocked your head to the side, furrowing your eyebrows, “I think we both know the answer to that,”

So that’s why you're now in this position.

Zuko’s pinned under you, arms immobile, heaving heavily

“Fine! I surrender!”

“No, I won,” you said, getting up and dusting your clothes.

“Whatever,” he walked away

That very night, Zuko laid awake in his hard bed space, thoughts of you plaguing his mind. He replayed the spar like a thrilling movie, his heartbeat soaring as he recalls just how close you were to him.

He didn’t like the feeling rising in his heart, it felt like it was bursting. He placed pale, slender fingers onto the centre of his chest sighing heavily to attempt to rid himself of this awful feeling.

“You’re breathing too loud,” you whispered, careful not to wake other people in the room.

“What do you want me to do?” he frowned, sitting up, and matching the intensity of your glare.

“Breath like a normal person, not like a fish just discovering oxygen,”

Nothing better to describe his face than this: ._.

“Was that supposed to be a joke?” he whispered back, confused.

“Good night Zuko,”

He grinned, “It was funny,”

“GOOD NIGHT ZUKO” you whisper shouted.

You assumed he would relent, but the sleep deprivation mixed with the high of having a small (huge) crush gave him the confidence to talk to you just a little longer.

“Do you wanna fight me?”

“With the intention to knock you out? Sure.”

And now you’re both outside, and I guess he had the upper hand.

He wasn’t tired, and you were exhausted

Your muscles were fatigued, but you weren’t going to back down

After an embarrassingly short rematch, you’d found that Zuko had beat you, and you laid defenceless.

“I win,” he mocked, getting up.

“Did you really?”

He whipped his head back around, any faster would’ve given him whiplash, “Um? Yes?”

“Are you sure?”

“YES!?”

“Okay then, whatever you say,”

You rolled onto the sandy area, spreading your limbs with a heavy sigh.

Zuko looked up slowly at the sky, hesitantly nearing your resting body.

“I don’t bite prince,” you rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn't take your word for it,” he giggled.

You simply looked at him, not a glare though, or a smile or smirk or scowl or anything.

You seemed to be thinking about something, an internal war. On one hand, you wanted to reach out to him, pull him closer to you, tell him how you felt. And on the other, you didn’t want to. It was too mushy and feely for your character, you felt embarrassed you even thought about it. You looked away promptly, unable to conceal the frown on your features.

“You okay?” he asked, worry laced in his words.

“Sand’s not comfortable, it’s gonna give me a headache,” that wasn't a lie, it was disgustingly hard to get comfortable when laying on bare sand.

Zuko gathered up whatever confidence he had left, and scooted so he was sat criss-cross above where your head rested.

He gave a dopey smile, before opening his mouth to say something. You looked upwards at him, his grin contagious, contaminating your annoyed features.

“You could lay your head on my lap?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you scooted up, carefully rested your head onto his body, a look on your face.

And after a little more staring, he came to realise what it was,

You were shy

All the signs pointed to it; your averting gaze, fidgeting fingers, feet working antagonistically from point to flat (like when you point your feet and then like put them how you stand idk how to describe it ), and your quickened breathing.

He leaned down slightly, his nose practically touching yours.

“Hi,” you breathed out, fighting the urge to look at his lips.

Who gave him this confidence ??????????

Sleep deprivation that's what

“Hi,”

You reached your fingers into his hair, slightly tugging down at him, trying to infer what your words failed to tell.

His eyes glistened with adoration, before fluttering shut as he contacted your lips.

The firebender’s lips were cut, you assumed maybe he did that, a stress coping mechanism you’d frequently told him to quit

When the kiss broke, neither of you moved.

You stayed on that beach the whole night - eventually even falling asleep.

You on his lap, and him lying down uncomfortable in order to keep your head comfy on his lap

Zuko woke up before you, rubbing his eyes as Katara came into view

She had been on a stroll, with the intention to swim, when she came across the scene

She’d never seen you look so soft, or Zuko look so tender

Her eyebrows flew up as she made eye contact with the boy, eyes snapping between your curled up figure and his sandy-hair covered face

Then furrowed again as she clocked in the scene

Zuko’s face glowed red as he realised Katara saw this, and even more so when he felt you shift, burying your head in his knee area to avoid the light of the scorching fire nation sun, a quiet groan leaving your lips.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of the firebender’s mouth as he watched you intently, a blurry emotion behind his irises.

“Can I ask: what?” She whispered, eyes blown wide.

Her voice, albeit quiet, brought you out of your trance.

You yawned, spreading your limbs then covering your face from the sun.

Suddenly, you gained enough consciousness to acknowledge your surroundings, and you quickly opened your eyes, despite the blinding light.

A gasp left your lip as you sat up, making eye contact with the flushed fire bender.

“Good morning?”

“Hi.”

You said at the same time, an awkward silence over taking.

Your eyes suddenly followed a sound of shuffling - only to see katara standing there looking rather out of place.

“Hi.” She said.

“Hello,” you replied, embarrassed.

“I’m just gonna-“ she pointed off to the side, before basically running away.

You both watched her leave, then turned to look at eachother.

The fire bender was dazed in the view of you, the way your eyes twinkled, and your lips remained pouted.

But the way that your face was illuminated, despite not even facing the sun, you looked straight out of a movie.

He was so entranced, that zuko was convinced that if the moon was to see you - it would be jealous of your effortless beauty.

You, on the other hand, were about to slap him for staring.

You tilted your head to the side, so confused that a question mark could’ve popped up above your head.

Immediately he looked away, attempting to rid the feeling of his heart in his throat.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to stare?

Bye he was so embarrassed

“Shut up.”

You narrowed your eyes, pushing him onto the sand so that he was under you,

“And what if I don’t?” You leaned in, whispering.

His heart was running laps, his mind equally pacing.

“Hm? What would you do?”

He sat quietly, eyes wide, as he took in the proximity. Your lips just looked so…

Hey is it just you or is he about to kiss you?

It’s not just you because he did!

It was a sweet, long lasting, testing the waters type of kiss

And that’s basically how you started dating

Did I or did I not get carried away?

Anyways now that you're dating !!!

Being his S/O was definitely something you could get used to

Zuko is absolutely the type of guy to give you constant princess treatment

He’d act like you’re already married - at this point you’re just missing the ring

He always made it a point to make sure you were fed and hydrated, warm too

Maybe he’d abuse that warmth power a little

You’d be lying in the same tent and he’d be like “Come closer you’re cold,”

“Zuko im room temperature im not cold,”

“No You’re cold come here,”

“Just say you want a hug,”

“Shut up,”

He tugged you closer so you laid against his chest unable to see his face - probably cuz he was redder than his tunic.

It was all the tiny things he did that get you really comfortable being affectionate

Even though he himself was shy, he knew he had to be the one initiating touch

Another instance is when you go eat - he'll ensure he sat closest to you, and always brush hands with you when passing you your bowl. Of course he thought he was slick when he would sit close enough so your knees touched - but you noticed.

You noticed but you didn’t tell him you noticed, you knew he’d be embarrassed if caught red handed.

As someone who felt like he was never enough, physical affection was something that really made an impact on him

Something as simple as tracing his scars with gentle fingers, or rubbing his arm soothingly after a particularly rough day

Although your words couldn’t convey how you felt, you weren’t raised to be touchy feely, you knew he understood what you meant

He could hear the words of affirmation even while you slept, he could feel the comfort radiating off of your curled body in his tent

He knew you felt comfortable around him, and that alone was a great achievement in his mind

Zuko was used to coming off as gruff and mean, but you know it was a facade - a coping mechanism

You knew he was the same thirteen year old mommy’s boy that he was years ago

These hc’s are so long 😨

You always made it a point to treat him gently - despite being such a blunt person

You found yourself holding your tongue more often, being nicer to people around you because you got used to only having compliments for Zuko.

Maybe, you’d even try to put your affections into words - and although not formulating like you wanted, with fumbling words and fidgeting hands - the thought was what counted

He knew being super fluffy was a struggle for you, and that you were trying your best to be your best for him

He could see your effort - and you could see his.

The gang definitely saw you as a weird pair at the start

They found out once they saw Zuko laughing, hiding his face and you smirked at him.

Your hands rested on his torso as you willed him to take you seriously

You just said he looked nice when he trained - you both know what you meant

His shirt was clinging to his skin and his hair stuck to his face - my man was just out of a movie scene.

After the gang had long dispersed, you spoke your mind.

This brought the shyness out

Unfortunately, it was Aang who saw the interaction

“Zuko? YN? What’s so funny?”

When the rest of your friends heard Zuko, YN, AND FUNNY in the same sentence, they peeked.

“Nothing,” Zuko mumbled, his ears tinting.

You flinched your hand away from him, coughing awkwardly.

“Wait a minute,” Sokka narrowed his eyes at you.

“Why’re you guys on the floor?” Toph asked.

Zuko lifted his head, looking at you with panic, you returned just the same

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “I don’t know..”

The prince looked to you for help, only to find you trying to hold back a laugh.

Your lips tucked inwards and eyes pointed downwards.

He looked forward again, side eyeing you so aggressively.

“What am I watching?” Sokka asked quietly.

“I wouldn’t know,” toph mumbled.

You were laughing as Katara seemed so puzzled, and yet so sure of what her discovery could mean.

“Wait a minute,”

“Well that’s my cue!” you got up abruptly, dusting your clothing before practically beelining to the house.

The group was left staring at Zuko, who was on the verge of burning you alive

Eventually they got it out of him

Jk they got it out of katara

“Wait, what were you gonna say?” Aang asked katara.

“I was just gonna ask about that one time she was asleep on his lap,”

Zuko looked like he was contemplating drowning himself

“SHE WHAT”

“Yeah on the beach before… like two days ago,” she paused, “What was that about?”

“Umm, she was sleepy?”

“Why didn’t you sleep in a room then?”

“…Fresh air.”

“Fresh air?”

“Fresh air. Mhm”

“And what about when you kissed?” Toph added.

She was blind, but she knew how to sandbend.

It just so happened that that night seemed to be a sleepless night all around, the young earth bender was perched on a small chair, where her feet could touch natural ground so she could experience the surroundings.

(Or because she wanted to know what you and Zuko were doing, she’s blind not deaf)

“W H A T” sokka yelled, everyone staring blankly at Toph.

“Yeah, two days ago, this very beach, sparring in the middle of the night… ring a bell Zuko?”

“Not at all.” He stood his ground.

“Cut the crap,” Suki giggled, “it’s obvious!”

“What’s obvious?” He played stupid.

“Tha-“ suki was cut off by the dramatic show Sokka was about to put on.

“Oh YN! You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met!” He twirled, “I just wanna-“ he made a loud kiss noise.

The gang erupted into laughter, mainly because of the poor fire boy's reaction. His face was not only red, no, his eyes were wide, his mouth agape.

He dropped his head into his hands and groaned.

“I think that’s enough teasing,” katara giggled.

Aang and her went off to go do- whatever they do.

Suki, sokka and toph remained. As they were busy laughing,

You overheard what he said as you were just around the corner, and decided to take a jab at his previous theatrics.

You walked up to them from behind, kicking sokka’s knees inwards.

He yelped as he fell to the ground, immediately looking up to the source.

You towered over him, the ghost of a smile on your face.

You paused, a rare smirk making an appearance on your face.

“I’m flattered, but unfortunately I’m not single,”

An: I’d like to imagine chaos would start here

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novarowan · 1 year

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Sagau draft

This is just a snippet of something that I wrote a couple of months ago, and I just want to know if anybody wants me to write more. I had a lot of fun writing it. Anyway, let me know what you think.

‘Well, isn’t this ironic?’ You think to yourself. You had just been reading SAGAU fanfics, (cause lets be honest, who wouldn’t want to be an ultimate creator god?) and now you find yourself running away from angry NPCs.

You gasped when you felt cold pain on your back. One of the knights had caught up to you and hit you with his sword. Choking from the sudden agony, you felt the adrenaline kick in and ran faster. You were coming up on the top of Starsnatch Cliff, and if only you could just jump into the ocean below, you could get away.

You heard them shout something at the same time that something popped up in your line of sight. You had no time to look at it though, and you couldn’t hear what they said. Your breathing was too loud to hear anything but your lungs working overtime.

There, THERE, THERE.

Without hesitation, you jump. The ocean was fast approaching, and you prayed that you would be able to make it out of this alive. If you entered wrong, it would be like landing on concrete from this height.

Feet first, you dropped into the calm waters.

You broke the surface with a gasp and began swimming to shore, laying on the sand in exhaustion.

“I can’t b-believe that fucking worked.” You let out a short, hysterical giggle before what looked like a black rectangle appeared in the corner of your eye. “What now?” You groaned. Today had been a long day already, and you had only been awake for an hour at most.

When you concentrated on it, it filled your vision.

“Welcome to Teyvat! As the creator of this version of Teyvat, your leveling path will be slightly different to the characters you have come to know. I am your handy assistant, Tutor, who will help you accomplish your ascension.”

“Uh… ok. At this point, I don’t think anything can shock me.” A little red dot appeared at the top of the rectangle, and a little arrow appeared on the right. You lifted your hand and touched it, a new message popping up.

“Quest one: Increase all elemental and physical resistances.”

“Hint: To increase resistances, you must experience the elements.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Your eyes shifted over to a new tab that came into existence after you finished reading. Touching it took you to a screen with a lot of stats.

Max HP: 3,027

ATK: 89

DEF: 94

Elemental Mastery: 0

Max Stamina: 240

A new message popped up on the message screen. You quickly switch back over.

“ +1% Physical Resistance.

Total Physical Resistance: 1%”

You stare in disbelief. You had no idea what you could have done that you give you any sort of resistance. It wasn’t until your wound started to throb that you put the pieces together. “Are you fucking kidding me.”

“I have to literally get attacked with every element to complete this quest?”

“Correct.” The message came through on the screen before disappearing.

“So you can answer my questions.”

“Within reason. That is why I am called Tutor. I am created by the system to help the chosen players.”

“So there are others like me?”

“Correct. There were 1,000 players chosen to take this path.”

“Would you like to see your current talents?”

“Um, yeah. Sure.” A new tab appeared, and you moved over to that screen.

Resurrection: In case of death, Player will resurrect within 24 hours in a safe location.

Blessing of nature: Taking damage will increase resistance to that type of damage permanently.

“There’s only two.”

“Indeed. As you grow and ascend, you will receive more.”

“There is a chest 127 feet to your left that contains a dull blade. Please retrieve it to complete your quest.”

You blink and the screen disappears. You can see a little black dot in the corner of your eye. You quickly figured out that focusing on that dot opened the screen, and looking elsewhere closed it.

“Well, let’s get to it then, shall we?” You couldn’t say that you were necessarily excited about the prospect of intentionally being attacked, but if it helped you out, then it helped, end of story.

In the distance, you could see a little wooden chest. Upon opening, it did contain a sword, along with a couple of miscellaneous items.

“There they are!”

You whipped your head around to see a group of knights and…

“Oh shit.”

The acting grandmaster. Well, you were screwed. Might as well see if Resurrection worked like it was supposed to.

Standing your ground, you watched warily as they approached you. Your back was still hurting you, but you tried not to let it show.

“Imposter.” Jean spoke with authority. “Stand down and come with us peacefully.”

‘I have to get her to attack me.’ You thought and put on an arrogant air.

“And why would I do that, exactly? Have I committed a crime?”

Jean didn’t waver, or show much emotion other than the stern animosity on her face. “You are being charged with the heresy of impersonating our creator.”

“That’s a little bit overplayed, don’t you think?”

You swore that you had read so many SAGAU fics that you could quote every reason they had for killing you before they could say them.

“What?” Jean’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“I mean, do you really think that it’s my fault that I just so happened to get this exact face? You should blame my parents for being horny and conceiving me.”

Her mouth dropped open is shock and disgust. “Watch what you say, imposter.”

“Hey Jean, guess what?”

She glared at you.

“Your creator must be an insecure little bitch to have you guys kill anyone who looks like them.”

She moved faster than you thought she would. One second she was standing ten feet away. The next second, she was right in front of you, sword glowing teal and murder in her eyes.

‘Oh shit.’

A line of pure anemo energy slashed across your abdomen and chest, painting the sand red and drawing a scream of pain from your lips.

“+1% Anemo Resistance.

Total Anemo Resistance: 1%”

Searing pain unlike anything you had ever before. Distantly, you thought ‘Oh come on. Only one percent?’

“Is that all you got?” You grinned through the pain. She lifted her sword and swiped it across your face. Everything went black. She must have gotten your eyes. “C-come on, Jean. Really go at it.”

Sharp pain in your shoulder and your arm went dead.

“Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%” “+1% Anemo Resistance. “Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%” “+1% Anemo Resistance. “Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%” “+1% Anemo Resistance. “Physical Resistance +1%” “Physical Resistance +1%”

“Total Physical Resistance: 10%”

“Total Anemo Resistance: 4%”

Resurrection activated

�� 23hrs 55secs

………

10secs

You shot up into a sitting position, gasping for air and clawing at your chest. Your eyes darted around you, zeroing in on the weak light pouring into the cave you woke up in. You sighed in relief and flopped back down, accidentally hitting your head on a pebble. “Ow, What the fuck?”

“Geo Resistance +1%

Total Geo Resistance 1%”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You rubbed the back of your head and groaned. The humor of it wasn’t lost on you though, and you let out a giggle. “Hey Tutor?” The message box opened.

“How can I help you, Player?”

“If I sit under a waterfall, will that give me hydro resistance?”

“Yes, the flow of hydro energy would suffice to give you resistance. Note: The rate of resistance gain would be slower than if you were hit with pure hydro energy.”

“Thank you.” The message box disappeared. It was time to find out where you were and what to do next. Crawling from the little cave, you struggled to stand. Your legs were stiff and wobbly. Craggy cliffs and clouds filled your view. “Liyue, huh? I wonder who I’ll pick a fight with next?”

It took about two days to reach Liyue Harbor, but before you entered the city, you checked your screen.

Total Pyro Resistance: 0%

Total Hydro Resistance: 3%

Total Electro Resistance: 0%

Total Cryo Resistance: 0%

Total Dendro Resistance: 1%

Total Geo Resistance: 4%

Total Anemo Resistance: 11%

Total Physical Resistance: 15%

You had obviously run into some monsters on the way to the harbor, and that had increased your resistances. Not much, but at least if you ever ran into Xiao, it would hurt a bit less when he beat the shit out of you. Come to think of it, that seemed like a very likely possibility while being here.

#genshin impact #sagau #sagau villain au #sagau impostor au #genshin jean

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mordaciousmurderer · 29 days

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“Tomorow” John ‘Soap’Mactavish x fem!reader

A/N: HI GUYS! Recently went through a really REALLY rough breakup and I’ve been spending a lot of time just sitting outside and thinking. So imagine: reader and soap end up meeting each other every single day and then suddenly Soap disappears. GAH I LOVE IT

cw/ literally none. it’s just wholesome fun, cute, if i continue this reader is gonna be an addict in recovery, implied sexual stuff if you really look, fem!reader, no use of y/n

Every day like clockwork, you dedicate a half hour to sit on a bench across from your favorite sandwhich shop a few blocks down from what would be considered the exact middle of town. Your therapist had recommended getting out more and allowing yourself to think. You took that rather literally and have stuck to the routine for almost 6 months now. This time of reflection has promoted much thought, providing you vital insight you’d been desperate for. Subconsciously, you had become rather reliant on this time. It was something to look forward to every single day. You learned that you couldn’t control everything in your life but this, you could.

So imagine the internal panic that consumes you when you lay eyes on the first person you’ve seen sit on that bench aside from yourself. Never in the 168 days you sat at this spot had you encountered anybody on this bench. You’re here for 30 minutes out of the day, and there just had to be somebody sitting there. Once again, another loss of control that you weren’t ready to tackle. Your mind raced as it questioned your options; ask him to move, or sit there anyways. The prospect of leaving was out of the question.

You’d been staring at him from about 20 feet away for almost a minute straight now. A new source of anxiety came into play as you realized how creepy you most likely looked right now. In a split second decision you began walking towards the bench.

As you got closer, the details of this guy became visible. Shit, he’s hot. He was a rugged looking man, absolutely built, with a little mohawk. He didn’t look up from his sketchbook until you were within 4 feet of him. He looked up at you with piercing blue eyes, a vague look of sadness deep within them. He was absolutely gorgeous, so goregous that you realized you should be a hell of a lot more nervous than you were right now.

“Uh,” You began, quickly realizing you hadn’t thought of what to say. “Sorry, hi, sorry. Um, I sit here every day, is it okay if-“ You awkwardly gesture towards the bench and mentally berate yourself for the awkward request.

“Oh, go right ahead!” He chuckles and shifts himself down the bench a few inches. The Scottish accent caught you off gaurd. You blink and sit down next to him, folding your hands tightly in your lap.

“So you sit here every single day? That’s some serious dedication.” He comments, shutting his sketchbook and tucking it in his pocket.

Unprepared and shocked by his attempt at conversation, you snicker out of nervousness. “Yeah. Everyday like clockwork for almost 6 months now.”

“Impressive!” With a grin he angles his body towards you, indicating clear interest in conversing. “I’m surprised we haven’t crossed paths before, I’m here pretty often myself.”

“Really? How often?” You ask, facing out yet turning your head to look at him.

“Not nearly as much as you. Maybe once a week. Not in town too often though.”

“How haven’t we seen each other yet?” You laugh.

“Good question. I’m John by the way.” He leans back in his seat.

You give him your name in response and any previous anxieties seem to melt away with more conversation. He was charming and his humor meshed with yours scarily well. You somehow had everything to talk about. You he conversation ranging from what your favorite food was to what you hoped to achieve in your life. Before you had even realized it, your 30 minutes had passed long ago. About an hour into conversation, he gets a call.

“Shite! I was supposed to meet my pals a half hour ago.” He stood up suddenly, glancing at his phone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” He calls out, hurrying off to wherever he came from.

Tomorrow? You figured he just said that by mistake and took that as your cue to head back home as well. You found yourself disappointed, you didn’t even grab his number. Reflecting on your hour, you find yourself looping around his confident yet courteous manner. The two of you clicked well, yours and his laugher playing on repeat in your mind.

He wasn’t joking about tomorrow. As you headed towards your bench the next day, there he sat waiting for you. As soon as he laid his eyes on you, the both of you grinned.

Your time on that bench slowly turned into both of yours’ time. As weeks went on he slowly started showing up every single day. The shared time became something to look forward to for the both of you. Despite your desires, it never progressed past the bench. Neither of you had requested anything more and neither of you seemed to mind. Despite your clear feelings for him, you figured this was better than nothing at all. A month passed since that first interaction and at that point the two of you hung out every single day. It was comfort. It was routine.

Suddenly for the first time in weeks, Johnny wasn’t there before you. You assumed he would get there later but no luck. You waited for an embarrassing amount of time with no luck. It’s okay, he would be there tomorrow.

He wasn’t. Day after day, he didn’t show up. Each day more disheartening than the last. The time on the bench has morphed back into exclusively your time to think. Of course, you really only thought about him and justifications for his sudden absence. Regardless, you showed up every single day. It was your coping mechanism to begin with. You didn’t want to admit that you missed him. You didn’t want to admit that his unforeseen disappearance was concerning to you.

It wasn’t until 3 weeks later that you saw him sitting on the bench again. You didn’t register that it was him at first, just another random. Then you realized the mohawk looked too familiar. With that realization you hurried over, excitement bubbling up in you. As you approached he stood up and turned to look at you, immediately engulfing you in an unexpected hug. An eager smile spread across your face. You were taken aback to say the least, but you hugged him back. This was the greatest extent of physical affection the two of you had exchanged. Aside from the occasional hand on the leg or grab to the shoulder, you guys never were physically affectionate.

“Johnny..” You had to repeat his name and squeeze him tighter, like he might disappear if you don’t repeatedly acknowledge his existence.

New interaction aside, he didn’t dare let you go until he felt you pull back, letting his hands linger on your waist. “Where the hell did you go?!” You give him a light hit to the chest. No intention of actually hurting him, but needing to communicate your point. You stared up into the blue eyes you’d missed so much.

“Work I’m sorry. We had to-“ He begins then stops himself. He’d always hated the secretive nature of his job. “I got called away I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay don’t apologize.” You sighed as you stepped away from him and sat down, crossing your arms. The two of you had talked about his job before but he refused to go into detail past ‘SAS, get called away for missions’. “You don’t have to tell me… I just wish I had some warning.” You declare before sitting down on the bench. “I was worried about you.”

Johnny crouches down in front of you, perpendicular to you and the bench. “That’s my fault. For never giving you my number. Or inviting you somewhere aside from this bench.” He places both his hands on your knees. He oozed sincerity, something you had rarely gotten before.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked, a twinge of hurt in your tone.

Johnny went quiet for a moment, his gaze dropping to where his hands sat on your legs. He pushed himself up and sat next to you on the bench. You watched him intently. One thing you’d noticed over the weeks was that he seemed to need to move in order to think. You remained patient in await for an explanation.

“I didn’t wanna start anything. My job makes it hard.” He finally says, his eyes coming back up to yours.

“Start anything?” You inquire.

“With us. Because I’m-“ He huffs, shifting his position. “I want to work around my job. For you. But I didn’t know if…”

“If I wanted to work around it too?” You interject, trying to assist him. You’d never seen him have this much trouble verbalizing his thoughts.

“Exactly.” He gestures.

“Well… Do you know what I did every day for the last 3 weeks?” You asked him, expecting a very different answer than what he said.

“I’m guessing you came here. This is your spot.” He responds.

You just gazed into his eyes, a slight smile on your face. “I came to our spot and hoped that you would show up.”

His eyes lit up at the acknowledgment of the shared space. You both couldn’t help but stare at each other for a beat or two. The air grew still and he reached up, his calloused yet gentle hand cupping your cheek and jaw. He moved in slowly, taking his time to nonverbally confirm this was okay with you. You pushed forward slightly, pressing your lips to his for the first time. The kids was gentle yet long awaited. It was evident in every tiny movement.

After a bit, he pulled away to look at you once again. “Do you wanna come back to my place?”

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#call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod #mw2 #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #modern warfare soap #call of duty mw2 #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #x reader #cod x reader

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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⛪️~ okay i just KNOW gojo is the type of mf to fake moan out of fuckin nowhere while you’re on a call with someone else. like this bitch is just that annoying.

regular college au?? gojo is an upperclassman but everyone else is the same age👍🏾

sfw-ish? just crack basically 😭

“I have no fucking clue what’s going on.”

You, Nobara, Itadori, and Megumi were on a video call with one another via computers, working on a very long geometry packet that your professor had assigned the day before. You and Megumi were the only ones getting anywhere, but admittedly, it was mildly difficult for you to understand as well- so Nobara and Itadori were beyond lost.

“Me neither,” Itadori whined hopelessly, and you saw his head fall out of the camera frame as he dropped it on his desk forlornly. “I’m just gonna have to fail. I’m totally finished.”

You sighed exaggeratedly, rolling your eyes to the ceiling before looking back at the grainy images of the pitiful Itadori, the exasperated Nobara and the perpetually disinterested Megumi. “Oh, my god. Guys. Seriously, try and stay with me here?” You gestured to your notes spread out in front of the camera for your friends to reference. “An attempt at anything on this assignment would be nice.”

“Yeah, no, we’re past that point,” Nobara deadpanned. “Do these teachers get a kick out of torturing us or what?”

“No, they don’t,” Megumi answered swiftly, his voice somehow more apathetic-sounding over his microphone. “Now if you’d just listen to my or Y/N’s explanation instead of whining about how hard this is, I’d appreciate it. You both know the formula for the midpoint, right?”

Only feedback from either student’s mics. You resisted the urge to slap yourself in the forehead. Megumi, however, seemed unfazed.

“Right. It’s xm, ym equals x1 plus x2-“

“Are you trying to kill me?” Itadori finally sat up, pink hair tangled all over his head.

“I… didn’t even finish telling you what the formula is.”

“Um… nah.” Nobara waved a hand dismissively at the camera, and Megumi rolled his dark eyes. “Anyways, gonna go play in traffic. Anyone down to join me?”

You blinked and made a face at Nobara. “Wha- you’re not even giving it a chance?”

“Nope. My brain clocked out hours ago.”

You blew out some air and were about to say something else before you heard the door open behind you, and you noticed Gojo Satoru, your roommate, walk into the frame of your video. “Oh, hey, Gojo,” you greeted him, a little absently.

“Hey, Y/N! On a call?” He leaned way down over your shoulder, prompting you to grimace and move to the side some while he shoved his entire face into the camera. “Hi, guys! What’re you doing?”

Itadori lifted his head from his arms to reply in an agonized tone, “Dying,” before dropping back down with an alarmingly loud thud on his desk.

Megumi pursed his lips in annoyance before acknowledging Gojo. “We’re trying to finish some math homework. Unfortunately, Y/N and I are the only ones putting in an ounce of effort.”

“I refuse to waste my effort on this bullshit,” Nobara added nonchalantly, and you saw her fly in and out of the frame on her swivel chair.

“Yeah, okay, Nobara. I suppose this is pretty self-explanatory,” you sighed, limply gesturing to your computer screen. “We’re getting nowhere and it’s been like, two hours.”

Gojo smirked in amusement before backing up from your screen. “Sucks to suck. See ya!” And with that, he disappeared to the back of the dorm.

“Well, that was a waste of time,” you muttered, propping your forehead up on your fingers. “Maybe we should just-“

And then you heard it.

A muffled but not muffled enough sound from the bathroom- and a very explicit one at that. It was a long, continuous sound at first, and then it was a breathless series of the same noise. Your eyes flew wide open the second you heard it- mostly because it sounded so forced and fake that you knew exactly what the cause of it was. Unfortunately, you reacted too late, and you only realized it when the video call went dead silent.

Nobara had reappeared in front of the camera, her eyes the size of frying pans and a manicured hand cupped over her mouth. Itadori had his head lifted from his arms only so you could see his wide eyes, and Megumi looked way more annoyed than usual.

Meanwhile, your jaw was dropped and a furious blush spread across your cheeks, and as if expecting to see something horrible, you slowly turned your head to stare at the direction from which the sound had come from.

It was silent for a second before explosive laughter erupted from your dorm bathroom, undoubtedly from Gojo, who thought his little joke had been absolutely hilarious. You abruptly snapped out of your trance, yelling furiously at him, but his laughter only grew louder with every word you said.

“I am logging off right this second.” Megumi’s image vanished from the screen with a low notification sound, and Itadori started laughing as well while Nobara was still in the exact same stance as she had been before.

“Tell me he’s faking.” Nobara’s voice was muted behind her hand.

“Fuck. He is. I swear he is,” you replied hurriedly, eyes darting from the door to the bathroom in hopes that nobody else had just heard that obnoxiously loud fake moan. “Gojo! Are you fucking kidding? What the hell- okay, no way we can save this video call, guys.” You dropped your head into your palms, shaking it slowly in disgust. All you’d wanted to do was work on the damn math homework. “Really. Just hang up or something- while I kill Gojo.”

#anime #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk headcanons #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #itadori x you #megumi fushiguro

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clusterbuck · 1 year

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#2 for the prompts?

“ah, my friend looks like he’s about to kill you, you’d best leave” (wording adjusted but the spirit remains)

“come here often?”

the words come from somewhere to his left and eddie blinks, turning to see a man around his age leaning against the bar next to him. he’s tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed, long limbs folded into the kind of relaxed posture that has to take practice to get just right.

“um,” eddie says, blinking again, and the man laughs.

“sorry,” he says. “i didn’t mean—you just looked like you were kinda zoned out there. i figured i’d try to snap you out of it.”

“and you went for come here often?” eddie asks.

the man laughs again, letting his head fall back a little this time. eddie’s gaze gets stuck on the strong line of his throat, the taut cord of muscle rippling under his skin.

“i guess it’s just an easy opener,” the man shrugs. “really, though, you good?”

eddie huffs, rolls his eyes. “yeah,” he says. “my friend wanted to come here to try out all the craft beers, and it’s my turn to get the round. i’m just trying to remember which one’s next on the list.”

“ah.” the man glances at the long row of taps behind the bar, and nods in understanding. “which ones have you tried so far?”

“buck bought the first round,” eddie says, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “and he told me which one to get next, but i don’t remember.”

“maybe i could give you some suggestions,” the man says, turning to brace his forearms on the bar and leaning in closer.

his arm brushes against eddie’s, static sparking between them, and eddie jerks his arm away. he looks up, startled, but the man just grins and inches closer again.

eddie lets their arms touch, this time, surprised at the way warmth floods through him. surprised at the feel of firm muscle against his skin, the way he likes that the man standing beside him is just as tall as he is, if not taller.

“so?” the man prompts, and eddie remembers he’d asked a question.

“oh,” he says, “thanks, but buck had this whole plan, and—” he glances over to their table, only to find buck on his feet and heading their way. “that’s him now,” he says, and looks at buck again. “and he—”

“oh, he doesn’t look happy,” the man says, unfolding himself to his full height. “didn’t realise it was like that. i’ll leave you two alone.” he disappears off into the crowd before eddie can ask what he meant by like that, just as buck comes up on his other side.

“hey,” eddie says. “which one was supposed to be next?”

“was that guy bothering you?” buck asks instead of answering, practically glaring in the direction the man had gone.

“what?” eddie asks. “no, he just offered to give me a recommendation. but i told him you have a plan.”

“eddie,” buck sighs. “he didn’t just want to give you a recommendation.”

“what do you—oh,” eddie says, and buck raises his eyebrows.

“not unless his recommendation was his own personal brewery,” buck says, and eddie groans and elbows him.

“that’s disgusting,” he says. “and besides, he wasn’t.”

“eddie,” buck sighs again. “he was.”

“how do you know?” eddie asks. “you were all the way over there.”

“i know how to hit on a guy,” buck shrugs. “i know what it looks like.” he sidles up to eddie, closer, mirroring the position the man had taken earlier. “he was all up in your space, laughing at the things you said, giving you recommendations—”

his arm brushes against eddie’s, brief, just like the man’s had, but—if that had been static, this feels like lightning in his bones.

buck looks him up and down, slow, his eyes dark and hungry in a way eddie’s never seen before. his teeth catch on his bottom lip and eddie has the absurd urge to reach over, to run his thumb along buck’s lip and pull it free.

then buck blinks and clears his throat, and the moment splinters. “anyway,” he says, tugging at the cuff of his sleeve. “if i hadn’t come up, he’d have invited you back to his table by now.”

“yeah?” eddie asks. “so why did you come up?”

“you’re my ride home,” buck says, shrugging, and turns to flag down a bartender.

but when eddie looks over at him, his cheekbones glow pink in a tell-tale flush.

✨platonic bestie behaviour✨ prompts

#911fic #buddie fic #ask emma #emma writes #idk if this is coherent Or cohesive but it’s where we at

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grimparks · 4 months

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Chapter 3:

Just a Little note to say that because there is a remake of the au, some information in the old chapter are not canon anymore so I have to remake them, anyway enjoy your Christmas gift!

Narrator- the next day as promised, Kyle went to see the guys he knew that could help him and the new guy to actually find Stan and Clyde

Kyle- that should be that house… just hope that he hasn't moved…

*ding*

Kyle- …

???- yes hello…

Kyle- are you uh… The Mole ?

Christophe- WHO GIVES YOU THAT ? Wait … WHAT ARE YOU ?

Narrator- Christophe took his shovel to put the sharp side right under Kyle face in a fast way

Christophe- you’re not a human… either a hybrid…

Christophe- what kind of anomaly are you…

Kyle- I… I don't know ! It just happened one day and pouf!

Christophe- not enough…

Christophe- i want a really answer NOW

Kyle- I’M HERE FOR THE NEW GUY STOP

Christophe- uh ? Pardon ?…

Kyle- stop with your shovel dude ! I’m just some kind of superhuman I don't know ! You're some kind of goddamn WEREWOLF. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ?!

Christophe- pff…

Christophe- I’m not a werewolf dude, I’m a fox, un renard!

Christophe- whatever, you’re right what do you want ?

Kyle- so um… i… the new guy and i need your help to infiltrate the police station, at night, to get some documents…

Christophe- uh uh

Kyle- so ?…

Christophe- why do you want to get there, what kind of paper do you need ?

Kyle- it’s about Stan March and Clyde Donovan disappearing.

Christophe- Okay…

Christophe- so, how much am i paid ?

Kyle- wait what ?!

Christophe- yeah, the new guy helped me one time so it’s okay for me to help her, but not you.

Kyle- i think it’s “they” actually… but, come on… what do you want, how much ?

Christophe- they are okay with anything so shut your mouth…

Christophe- and uh… a package of cigaret

Kyle- that’s all ?

Christophe- yes, you know with the price getting more and more expensive and all that stuff… and my stupid mom doesn't want to buy me those…

Kyle- yeah okay okay I’m going to pay you that

Christophe- yipee

Kyle- anyway, there will be a reunion tomorrow at the new guy home at… uh 10PM. You can come ?

Christophe- uhhhh… je crois, uh, yes i can.

Kyle- awesome!

Christophe- i can’t believe a human can see hybrid that’s incredible

Christophe- mind if i smoke ?

Kyle- um… no it’s okay

Christophe- cool

Christophe- need anything else ?

Kyle- yes actually, do you remember the theater kid that was at my school and who was with Wendy Testaburger ?

Kyle- the one that gave me your card.

Christophe- Oh… that faggot… why do you need him ?

Kyle- well, he was maybe annoying but he was good to create infiltration plan so… yeah

Christophe- i see…

Christophe- yep, i know where that gay ass lives… come on follow me

Kyle- if you have anything else to do that’s okay.

Christophe- dude i was watching a shitty French comedy…

Kyle- oh okay let’s go then!

Narrator- meanwhile all of that the new guy was just doing their usual stuff

Narrator- like robbing a laboratory

*alarm ringing*

Security 1- how haven’t we seen him ?!

Security 2- I don't know man! He just appeared from nowhere !

Security 1- god damn, that guy is fast !

Security 1- what has he stolen ?

Security 2- the last experience of the boss

Security 2- the guy is exiting the building ! GET THEM NOW

New guy- HAHA, see you loser !

Narrator- they broke the window of the building to finish in a little street not so far away.

Security 1- EVERYONE, HE GOT OUT OF THE BUILDING

New guy- HAHAHA, HILARIOUS

New guy- so… what is this…

New guy- oh… shiny, why does that idiot need that ? I mean…

New guy- he’s smart he could create it himself.

New guy- little sus

New guy- oh someone tried to call me… again… Kyle ? Oh yeah, that’s right I’m supposed to search for Stan and Clyde i forgot…

New guy- uh… should call him before or after i go home…

Security 1- not a move…

New guy- hehe, guess I’ll do that after…

New guy- ready to play my dudes ?!

Narrator- Kyle finally arrived to his destination following Christophe during all that time

Kyle- you’re sure it’s here ?

Christophe- sure, nobody have a note under their name that say « incredible actor »

Kyle- you’re right

*ding*

Kyle- …

Kyle- he’s not-

Gregory- greeting ! Who is here WHOA- WHY IN THE WORLD A HUMAN CAN SEE-

Christophe- come on dude, he heard that all day give him a break

Gregory- i uh… my mistake…

Gregory- wait a sec… you’re one of Stan's friends ?! Dude, you know I hate those guys !

Christophe- uh… actually he came to ask for your help…

Gregory- really ?! Interesting… So what do you want ?

Kyle- actually it’s the new guy that sent me here-

Gregory- EVEN BETTER ! So what is it ?! You got my attention.

Kyle- um… you see the new disparition thing ?

Gregory- yes… Stan is finally gone ! Is a good thing !

Kyle- um…

Christophe- i forgot to mention he hates Stan

Kyle- never mind… uh… the new guy needs to find a private case in the police station about uh… someone… and we need YOU to create a plan to break in !

Gregory- um… it must be Pocket… okay I’m in !

Kyle- who’s tha-

Gregory- I’m sure we’re gonna make a great team together !

Christophe- urg…

Kyle- WAIT, who’s Pock-

Gregory- it reminds me of so many great memories!

Gregory- is there a meaning organized ?

Kyle- um… yes tomorrow at 10PM

Gregory- oki… see you too then ! Especially you Christophe, it’s been a while!

Christophe- la ferme abruti

Gregory- i still don’t speak baguette…

Christophe- just go back in, you idiot!

Narrator- let's go see what the new guy is up too while all this is going on

New guy- HAHHAHA, comedy

New guy- where was i… oh yes call Kyle and get my alcohol stock back!

New guy- i really look like my mom uh ?…

New guy- YEAH NO, you’re not looking like that BITCH… hehe…

Narrator- on their way back in town ready to go into all the alcohol shops to buy every bottle of vodka and red wine she actually got a call from Kyle.

*bip*

New guy- yes ? Hello, Euphonie on the phone…

Kyle- hello… yeah i got the two guys i talk to you about into the plan.

New guy- FANTASTIC! Can I know who they are ?

Kyle- i don’t think you know them actually-

New guy- pff- dude, i know everyone in the town! And most people know me from the wanted poster on all other walls !

Kyle- oh then, it’s Gregory Bellarose and Christophe … uh, i don’t know his complete name…

New guy- OH, these two dumb dumb! Interesting… it’s gonna be even more fun…

Kyle- yeah yeah… just do you know someone who is good in computer science to maybe hack into the police station system ?

New guy- i… uh…

New guy- i can try…

Kyle- i thought that maybe Kenny could help us but… his parents have a divorce so i don’t want to disturb him.

New guy- yeah yeah… I can try to call someone but I don't think he can…

Kyle- okay okay… thank you by the way.

New guy- that’s my job dude, don’t worry !

New guy- anyway, i have stuff to do so see you tomorrow !

*bip*

New guy- where was i… oh yeah

New guy- mom stuff…

Narrator- a good hour flew by as the new guy come back home with a lot of all kind of alcohol

New guy- I'M BACK ! HAHA, no one there of course…

New guy- oh i need to call my buddy i forgot…

New guy- beep boop bap

*phone calling sound*

???- hello ?

New guy- hii, how are ya doing ?

???- uh… good and you ?

New guy- Goood, I put the shiny blue sphere in your mailbox as you wanted !

???- wait… YOU’VE TOUCHED IT ???

New guy- calm down… i just looked at it really quick but that's all i swear…

???- Great…

New guy- …

New guy- why…

New guy- why do you need it so bad ?…

???- …

???- you don’t need to know…

New guy- Terrance… we haven’t talked for months and… you just come back out of nowhere for me to get you that…

Terrance- that’s your job, i just… i can’t tell you that

New guy- i guess i don’t deserve to know it then hehe…

Terrance- let’s just say it’s dangerous stuff…

New guy- really…

New guy- i could…

New guy- help you ? Maybe…

Terrance- no… no need

New guy- of course…

New guy- oh ! By the way, I have to ask you something !

New guy- you see the late disparition ? Well I got put on the case and me and my team need yoouuu to maybe hack the police computer system !

New guy- what do you think ?

Terrance- i uh…

Terrance- i can’t

*weird background sound on Terrance side*

Terrance- uh ?

Terrance- where is she ?

New guy- is something wrong ?

New guy- hello ?!

Terrance- uh … i need to go

New guy- Terrance what’s wrong ?!

Terrance- I’m sorry please forgive m-

*cut*

New guy- oh…

Terrance- hello ?!

Terrance- Euphonie ?! You’re here

???- hi you !

End of chapter 3

#artists on tumblr #my art #south park #south park au #grimpark #kyle brovlofski #the new guy #christophe south park #gregory south park #terrance mephesto

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soupandflowers · 29 days

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School Dance - Day 1

Made a Tumblr solely for @hongiceweek!!! This is probably all what this will Tumblr contain. I have not written for in years and this is the first that I have so? Please be kind about it. It was really difficult for what I wanted the first half, not to mention I had to cut things out from what I originally planned from my outline. But, I definitely did had an easier time around the second half. Maybe it's noticeable. Or not. Anyways this is set in nation verse. Sorry for the late submission! I'll probably get this uploaded to AO3 when I have a proper account, but please enjoy it here. Tags: Iceland, Hong Kong, Seychelles, Liechtenstein, hurt/comfort, nationverse, school dance, idk how this works Also 3,432 thousand words woops The Gang Joins In a School Dance!

As the group strolls their way down the dusk streets of London, damp lawns are dotted with blooming flowerheads and the clouds reflect the skies’ gradient sunset colors above as if the neighborhood matched the group’s enthusiasm. The friends excitedly babble amongst themselves chatting about the evening that awaits them.

Well, save for Iceland.

As the sounds of muffled music, dancing, and obnoxious teenagers grow near, Iceland doubts swell and he shoots one more look at Hong Kong, who coolly keeps a steady stroll. Now, Iceland trusts Hong Kong, that’s for sure, but what he isn’t sure about is this boy’s ability to abide by the law and not risk himself getting arrested for it, nevertheless to add his friends to the equation.

And added to the equation that Iceland himself has been unfortunately added to. When Hong Kong called and invited Iceland to a questionable plan, he shot down the idea. Determined to change his mind, Hong Kong had spent the next 10 minutes trying to persuade his best friend to go- in which proved to be ultimately ineffective. However, to his dismay, the rest of his Nordic brothers overheard the conversation and, sold by Hong Kong's idea, they too collectively pestered Iceland to go. Outnumbered, he reluctantly agreed.

Fast forward to now, his reluctance still hasn't changed. Iceland, who once again is wondering if this is the best way to spend his little free time, glances warily ahead at the chirpy other three, who are now all flaunting in their best attire.

“Lili! Let me help you out with your bow!”, exclaims Seychelles as she trots behind a flustered Liechtenstein . Hong Kong chuckles in their direction as he strolls alongside them. Hong Kong is sporting one of his best suits from England, while Seychelles nearly trips over her glittery blue long-dress, Liechtenstein fiddles with her rose colored and frilly outfit and as for Iceland… he opted for his world meeting attire.

As they near the high school building, Iceland slows to a halt. At his pause- the rest of the group turns back to look at him in confusion.

"Okay, Leon, are you actually sure about this?", stresses Iceland. "Because getting me to come here is one thing, but do you have any idea how we're actually going to enter?"

Hong Kong only returns a puzzled look.

"I mean, surely these people would realize we’re not actually students, right? That they realize who we actually are and we’re not supposed to be here."

"Yeah and? That's fine.” Hong Kong turns and continues walking. “The worst that happens is that we get turned away. We'll just find some other way to crash."

“What the hell do you mean “crash!?” Iceland catches up next to him with the girls following right behind them. “If we get caught, our bosses are going to give us hell for intruding amongst humans, especially in a private event!”

“Um, he’s got a point..”, Liechtenstein timidly adds. Hong Kong shrugs and passes Iceland, striding forward to the gym entrance.

"No- You can’t just waltz right in...” And then Hong Kong proceeds to waltz right in.

Iceland’s face scrunches in disbelief. He watches his best friend disappear into the crowd.

Seychelles, not wanting to miss out, takes Liechtenstein's wrist and brushes past Iceland, eagerly following Hong Kong’s lead.

Iceland was left dumbstruck and he stood there for a solid minute.

Through the entrance, colored spotlights flash accompanied by blaring party music, as voices of mingling students contribute to the racket.

Iceland cringes warily at the immense atmosphere. He heaves a frustrated sigh and subsides into the crowd to find the others.

—

As Iceland navigates his way through the gym, the music is blaring in his ears and already he feels suffocated by the swarm of people around him. Not even too long into the event and he already feels like all the noise and lights is trying to burst his head open. Hoping to find a familiar face soon, he scans the room as he struggles his way through the crowd. Fortunately, he didn’t need to take very long.

To his left, he spots Liechtenstein in the corner- who is hovering by the food stand and warily looking amongst the party around her.

He pushes his way through the crowd and upon approach, Liechtenstein’s shoulders lowers in his presence. Iceland returns with a polite gesture and glances around Liechtenstein.

He raises an eyebrow, “Where’s Jaqueline? Weren’t you with her?”

Liechtenstein blinks. “Oh, Jaqueline? We were together, but she got caught up in the crowd.. And then I couldn’t find her.”

“Really? I know she wanders off easily, but I didn’t think she would leave you behind like that.”

“I don’t think she meant to do so.”, she sighs. “But regardless I tried looking for her and I cannot find her…” Iceland places a reassuring hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Ah geez. Well, at the very least we can look for her together. In which.. have you seen Leon as well?” “Uhh..”, before she could begin her sentence their conversation is immediately interrupted by Seychelles bursting from the crowd, waving her hand up high and smiling and running up to the pair.

“Lili! Lili, Lili, Lili!”, smiles Seychelles. She runs up to her and takes both of her hands, holding it and starts apologizing profusely. “I am sososososooooo sorry for leaving you behind like that! I tried to find you but I got swept away and I was like freaking out because we got separated and I tried to asking others for help but there was this really mean group of boys who were so rude for no reason and then these girls came along and-” “Yo, Jaque!!”, shouts an unfamiliar voice. A teenage girl in a seafoam dress also emerges as well with 4 other girls trailing behind her. “Where did you go, and-”, Seafoam glances behind Seychelles. ”Oh my gosh, is this your friend who you were talking about? Oh my god she is so adorable!!”

Liechtenstein smiles nervously and blushes, as the other girls surround her and start showering her with compliments and questions about herself and her attire, as Seychelles looks proudly at her best friend.

Meanwhile, Iceland is to the side watching the girls’ shenanigans unfold, unsure what to say, especially not when he didn’t understand the social manners of the opposite gender.

He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing the girls interact and socialize with ease makes Iceland a little bit envious. People is something that Iceland has yet to figure out completely.

“Oh!” Seychelles looks past the girls and finally notices Iceland. “I didn’t even notice you were there!” “Oh, uh- don’t worry about it, it’s fine”, shrugs Iceland, trying to play it off. Seychelles steers off from the group and trots towards Iceland.

“I didn’t actually think you would come join.” “Well, I don’t know”, Iceland’s brow furrows. “I’m only here because I got dragged to it in the first place, alright? Otherwise, I wouldn’t know what else to do with my time.”

Seychelles grins and places a hand on Iceland’s shoulder. “Well, I’m sure happy that you decided to come along, Emil! It’s not very often that we get to hang out, do we?” “I guess so, but I’m still not very sure of this.” “About getting caught? I don’t think it’s been an issue so far.” “No, not that- well, yes, actually you’re not wrong about that but like”- he puts his hand on his chin. “I’m not used to events like these, especially with a lot of people at once.”

“Hm? But there’s always the world meetings and you’ve never had any issues with that?”

“That’s because I’m with my brothers. Outside of you, Lili, and Leon, the only people that I’ve interacted with were out of diplomacy- not for getting to know them.”

“Well…”, Seychelles smiles widen and her eyes meets Iceland’s. “Then why don’t we try helping you with that?”

“What?” Suddenly, Seychelles turns out and cups her mouth with her hands.

“HEY GUYS!!”, Seychelles calls out to her new profound friends who were exchanging accessories amongst each other. “COME MEET MY OTHER BEST FRIEND!!”

Iceland falters back and his face flushes in surprise. It also does not help that Seychelles sudden shouting has also drawn the attention of the other students. The group of girls run over and greet him enthusiastically.

Seychelles steps aside and proudly introduces him. “Like I said, this is my other best friend, Emil! He knows a lot about poetry, can read maps pretty well, and knows super awesome Norse stuff!” As the girls nod in response, Seychelles’ comments pique the interest of a girl in a yellow dress. “Ohhh, really? I study European history too! What do you know?”

Iceland rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, uh- for starters…”

The girls introduce themselves to Iceland and he exchanges the gesture in return. For a while, conversation and different topics ended up being thrown around in exchange, with Liechtenstein and Seychelles tuning in to the group. For someone not used to being surrounded by those unfamiliar to him, especially not all at once, Iceland finds himself starting to think that maybe it was not such a bad idea to come along after all. Although he can’t quite put his finger on it, there seems to be something missing.

Suddenly, the familiar tunes of obnoxious electronic beats and hip-hop come onto the speakers that Iceland and God knows that only one person can enjoy. He looks up to the far end of the gym.

Hong Kong has taken over the DJ System at the front of the stage. He has upped the blaring stage lights to flicker faster and has turned the volume to full max and is furiously headbanging to the terrible rap music that he has put on. He grabs a mic and fist-pumps it into the air. “LET'S HEAR IT FOR GROVELAND HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHHHH!!”

The audience uproars in response and their partying immenses. Seychelles and Liechtenstein beams and cheers at Hong Kong’s sudden takeover while Iceland stands there agape at what he is witnessing.

What the genuine fuck??? wonders Iceland.

Hong Kong spots him in the crowd. They make eye contact. As Iceland's puzzled gaze meets him- Hong Kong only returns with a smirk.

Hong Kong points to Iceland in the crowd. “This next one goes out to my one and only man, Emil!!”

And then Hong Kong proceeds to play a popular track from an Icelandic band.

Hong Kong beams brightly at him from the stand, but Iceland can’t help but feel like a deer in headlights. As the other students turn to look at him, some staring and some giggling, Iceland can only stand there dumbfoundedly in embarrassment at the sudden turn of events against him. Nevermind that he was willing to give socializing a chance; he’s just been singled out with all eyes on him.

Suddenly, Iceland nearly trips over himself as Seychelles drags him and Liechtenstein to the dancefloor, with the newly befriended teenagers joining in. As Iceland regains his balance, Seychelles takes Liechtenstein by the hands and they start dancing together. Liechtenstein is taken by surprise and her footing is off, but Seychelles guides her pacing and soon enough; they’re frolicking and laughing on the dancefloor.

Iceland just blinks, who is once again unsure what to do next. As if the prom wasn’t overwhelming enough, being in the center of it only amplified it. His head is starting to throb. The music is blaring and it's a racket to his ears. The flickering of the lights have only grown more colorful and intensified. As everyone is jumping up and down around him, it’s already making him weary. He tries to exit the crowd, but someone shoves into him. They snarl at him. He apologizes, but he can barely hear himself over the noise.

With this many things to process all at once, he is already weary. He hasn’t been here for that long, but Iceland feels so pathetic for getting so overwhelmed in a short amount of time. To give reaching out a chance, it’s something that he is no longer sure he’ll ever be able to figure out. Sure, that thought sounds irrational, but it’s a feeling he is unfortunately familiar with by now.

Then, he feels a familiar presence appear right beside him.

“You okay?”, asks Hong Kong.

“Huh?”, Iceland slightly falters back and faces Hong Kong. The boy is giving him a concerned look. Realizing that Hong Kong was just on the stage only a couple of moments ago, he turns and squints up at the stage to see the former DJ handling the booth again. His look is frustrated as he figures out how to restore the original playlist. The DJ presses something and all of a sudden, the music amplifies even louder, causing Iceland to wince. From the look of the DJ, it is safe to assume it was an accident.

“I said, are you okay?!”, shouts Hong Kong. Iceland turns back to meet Hong Kong’s gaze and not wanting to look meek in front of his best friend, only responds with a weary nod and squeezes his eyes shut. Hong Kong shoots him a concerned look and grabs his hand, leading him through the crowd.

As Hong Kong navigates him, Iceland’s eyes are still squeezed shut and he presses his palm to his forehead. He squeezes Hong Kong’s hand and feels himself shuffling in between the party goers as they exit the crowd. As Iceland keeps his head down, he thinks about how stuffy the gym is and the mere embarrassment of his social progress only coming up short handed.

The noise gradually grows distant and he hears the opening of a door and shutting behind them. He opens his eyes and much to his relief, they’re back outside with the party now merely muffled behind him. The sun is long gone and it’s already dark. “Thanks”, mutters Iceland. At the warmth of the evening, he removes his coat. Hong Kong clasps his shoulder and steers them to a nearby bench under a tree. They both sit down.

For a moment, it’s still between the two of them. Trying to pull himself back together, Iceland looks amongst the warm lights emitting from the windows of the neighborhood. The warm May breeze parts his hair. The only thing he hears is a distant family arriving home and the bare noise of the school gym.

Other than that, all is quiet, but it’s a pleasant contrast compared to where he was before. Iceland sags forward and rests his head on his fist. He glances over to Hong Kong who is studying him. He watches the street lamps turn on behind him. “Hey.” “Hm?” “Sorry about earlier.” “Ah. It’s alright.”

“Not really? Given the look on your face earlier.” “Well I mean, yeah, of course I wouldn’t enjoy being singled out like that.”, uncomfortable, Iceland looks the opposite way. “But it’s fine.” “Mmm..”, unsure what to say either, Hong Kong leans back against the bench. A moment of awkward silence sits between them.

Hong Kong breathes in. “I’m also really sorry for forcing you into this.” Iceland sighs. “No really, don’t worry about it. But, I’d think I’d rather just stay out here. Don’t you have a party to go back to?” “Sure, I guess, but what’s the point if you’re not even there?” “Huh?” Iceland looks back at Hong Kong, whose arms are now sprawled on the top part of the bench and his eyes are apathetically staring ahead. “Like, I wanted to hang out with you again. Lili and Jaque are easy to pull in, but it’s been a couple of months since I’ve last seen you. Excluding the calls,” Hong Kong nudges Iceland’s arm with the back of his hand. “I’ve missed you, man.” Iceland’s brow furrows. Great. Now he feels like a jerk for even complaining in the first place.

Socializing has never been his forte, but for the past few months, he’s brought himself further away from the rest of the world, secluding himself to the Nordics and the occasional foreign nation for diplomacy, but besides that, he never realized it and it was for reasons he was unsure why. Now, he is dealing with the pang of guilt of realizing that upon his negligence, his friends have been missing him.

Iceland was unsure how to respond, but Hong Kong seems to have already read his mind. “I thought sneaking into some high school prom would help get you back out there. After all it’s just a bunch of teenagers, who are like, waaaay less serious than adults. In which you have been spending all your time around with.”, Hong Kong jokes, but returns back to his concerned demeanor. “But I guess I thought wrong and it upset you. It didn’t work out.”, Hong Kong sighs. “I apologize.” “No..”, Iceland glances back. “You did your best. I can tell you at the very least, you’ve gotten some success.” Iceland gives his friend a lighthearted grin, who returns with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Watcha mean?” “I mean, more like Seychelles had more success. Have you seen her? I don’t know how she did it, but she managed to befriend like 5 or so people within like 15 minutes.” Iceland chuckles. “Suddenly, her friends were swarming Lili and then she redirected them towards me, all of them asking about Iceland and history and stuff like a swarm of Puffins and a Herring!” Hong Kong’s grin widens. “Really? I thought I was irrational, but I’m starting to think she is like, way more impulsive than me.” Iceland gives him a light punch on the shoulder. “You still called me out and played fucking Icelandic rock. What the hell is wrong with you, man?” “Hey, I’m still sorry about that.” “Even then, how the hell did you even get up there? I swear to God, there was some guy before and he was not you.” “Gift from Alfred to Matthew to me, the guy’s got like serious fireworks.” “You brought fireworks!?” “Ehhh, just a small one. Got the guy distracted long enough for me to take over.” “You’re so fucking stupid.” “I know.” They both grin at each other and they burst out laughing. As the crickets begin to overtake the grasses and early birds residents dim their lights off for the night, the laughter of two, flawful boys fill their air. Maybe Iceland can’t get around to understanding people just yet, but even then, as Iceland watches Hong Kong’s smile grow, he at least realizes how much people would be willing to try to understand him. Ironically, for that alone, is all that needs his knows to willingly take the first step in reconnecting again. And Hong Kong seems to be his first step. Iceland couldn’t imagine any better option. Abruptly in the distance, a door slams open and the boys whirl their direction back towards the school. They see Seychelles and Liechtenstein bolting out of the gym with a group of teachers sprinting after them. Back at the gym entrance, the students are gathered and the peaceful night air is interrupted by collective howling and cheering for the girls.

“RUN!!! RUN!! THEY’VE FOUND US OUT!!!”, Seychelles screams at the two and the girls run past them. The boys immediately got up and started sprinting after the girls. “Nevermind, I think Jaque is more stupid!!”, shouts Iceland. They both crack a smile and they both burst into another round of laughter as Seychelles yell at the both of them. Despite currently being chased, Iceland feels everyone’s spirits high and he laughs louder with Hong Kong beside him. Then, they run off into the night.

#hetalia #aph hetalia #hongice #aph iceland #aph hong kong #aph liechtenstein #aph seychelles #hetalia fanfiction #fanfic #hongice week #hongiceweek2024 #seyliech

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ramonaflow · 8 months

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Summer Word Challenge

Weekly word: Ice cream

Thank you for the tags @mallpretzles 💛

I'm so behind on these

It's an unbearably hot day, the hottest of the year so far, and David is swanning around the store wearing a short sleeved, white t-shirt, not a care in the world. Meanwhile Patrick is losing his mind. Naked arms! David's arms are naked! Patrick has never seen his arms before. His beautiful, deliciously hairy, did he mention naked? arms and he's pretty sure he's not going to survive the day. How the fuck is he supposed to deal with this?

David's top looks a little damp and Patrick is pretty sure he can see his nipples through it, God, he needs to stop looking. This is not professional co worker behaviour! He feels like he's slowly roasting to death and thinking about David's nipples isn't helping. His heart feels like it's pounding out of his chest and he briefly wonders about the possibility of having a heart attack caused by lust. God he's such an idiot. Why didn't he think ahead and wear something similar to David? His shirt is already so uncomfortably sticky. He wipes his forehead with his sleeve and wonders how disgusting he must look. He's sure David keeps glancing over at him and that's just making him sweat even more. He's just trying to figure out how to talk to David about leaving early when he's suddenly interrupted. "You look really hot, Patrick!" Wait, what did David just say? He looks hot? Surely… "Are you ok Patrick? You're bright red." "Oh, uh. Yeah. I mean I'm a bit warm. It's making me feel a little off." "You should go splash water on your face. I'm gonna run to the cafe and get us a cold drink," he doesn't wait for Patrick to reply and disappears out of the door. Ok, so with David out of his vicinity, he can go to the bathroom, cool down, gather his thoughts, and try to breathe. He holds his hands under the cold tap and then runs his fingers through his hair and over the back of his neck. He's still far too hot. He stares at himself in the mirror and realises he was right, he really does look disgusting. His undershirt is soaked through, it needs to go. As long as he's quick he can take it off before David gets back. He heads into the backroom, unbuttons his shirt and peels it off, realising how gross it's going to be when he puts it back on. Oh well, too late to worry about now. He whips off his wet undershirt and drops it on the floor just as he hears the bell above the door chime. Shit, David's back. He starts to quickly pull his shirt back on when the curtain opens.. "Patrick, I got you—" but the words die on David's lips as he takes in the sight of Patrick, messy haired and wet with his shirt hanging open. He just stands gawping at him as Patrick flushes even more. Patrick clears his throat, snapping him out of his stupor and David realises he's just been staring at him, "Sorry, um. I got you a lemonade and I grabbed you an ice cream. Thought it would help but it's already melting. Sorry." Patrick glances at the ice cream in his hand and notices that it's running down his forearm and oh Jesus Christ no. So now he has to watch David with Patrick's ice cream, and try not to stare at his perfect pink tongue as he licks up the white mess covering his arm. Oh please God, he has got to get out of here! Any second now there will be a Patrick shaped hole in the door. But he can't take his eyes off him, his feet feel glued to the floor, and if he thought he was sweating before? Well… Then when David makes this little mmm noise that is it! He can't take anymore. He hastily buttons his shirt and snatches the lemonade out of David's other hand. "Thank you for the lemonade David but I'm really not feeling well. I have to go. I'll text you later." "But what about your ice cream?" David asks. Patrick pauses, one hand on the door, "Like I said, I'm not doing great. Thanks anyway but you can have it." "Well, ok. If you're sure?" Patrick turns back to look at David just in time to see him close his lips around the top of it and suck it into his mouth. He practically runs out of the store, slamming the door behind him.

#summer word challenge #david x patrick #patrick brewer #david rose #schitt's creek #sara's fic stuff

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theshippirate22 · 10 months

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some things said by my mother while watching stranger things out of context (have fun trying to figure out wtf she’s talking about:

-that kid looks like the kind that would steal your shovel in the sandbox

-HEY! it’s my sandbox kid!

-who the hell is noah there’s not a kid named noah

-um is that guy gonna kill him? also why is he so gross.

-like seriously has he heard of a brush. or a shower. or standards of any kind.

-wow it’s a good thing they have a medical level sedatives in the house

-that guy is evil. i know he’s evil. he’s nice. WAIT does he die????

-i can’t believe you let him die

-*awkward laugh* you’re a predator

-is that a. werewolf romance novel. wow that’s the sound of all my respect for you disappearing

-wait does the sandbox kid have teeth

-he’s like WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY KID IS AN EMO

-the greatest villain of all time. a white man who thinks he knows stuff

-i don’t know what Harrington’s problem is. clearly Sanbox is ready to fight in the netherworld. he’s got a hand towel and a snorkel

-i mean, he is a pretty good babysitter

-that guy scares me and also is he drunk

-yeah i’ve been to that mall. i was alive in the 80s remember

-i’m sorry how long have their kids been missing

-okay so his dad hits him. that’s just an explanation not an excuse shut up

-you can tell it’s the 80s because they could afford a BUCKET of meat

-eating all the candy and getting fat? is he you?

-THAT MAN IS TIRED!1!!!1 It has been like four days and he hasn’t slept once and also the only shower he took is when they sprayed him with a literal hose to get off the radioactive gunk. goo, if you will

-Fun daddy/daughter activities in your area! closing the portal to hell

-I TOLD YOU D’ART WAS HIS FRIEND THEYRE 3MUSKETEERS BUT LIKE THERES TWO OF THEM

-I’m planning you a birthday party. and guess what? i did all the planning and made you be born on the same day as the bowlcut kid. we can have an eggo waffle bar

-you know what? The Thing™️ isn’t ugly yet. maybe it’s because he’s a 12 year old but still

-okay great? you tranked him? he’s still gonna be in trouble when he goes home without you

-um that’s not her dad right? why does he care so much

-i don’t know why you like him. he looks like a kicked puppy half the time. what do you mean that’s why you like him? i’m putting you back in therapy

-i’m sorry how old is the kid supposed to be? 17? why did they chose an actor that was a Man™️

-that’s how i felt the first time i took you driving. and i wasn’t even bloody and concussed.

-button up your shirt hotshot you’re embarrassing me

-oh that’s a BAD word

-i know you’re on a LOT of narco right now which is why i’m going to excuse the ten minute rant about the police guy. but can we please unpause it

-dang those officers have seen some STUFF. unfortunately, only the black one has learned from the past. the white one is just a miracle of science that he’s still alive

-SHUT UP ABOUT SEASON 3 WE’RE NOT THERE YET

-is that ted danson?? you love ted danson!!1!!1 wait. it’s not ted danson is it

-they actually can’t just murder people and then make it okay by playing the ghostbusters theme

-is he referencing star wars again?? i’m gonna start copyrighting them just because i’m annoyed

-that thing is kinda cute. oh it’s evil?…. it’s still cute

-what is with this show and spiders?? my heavens

-soooo the jabberwockies are like- wait, what’s it called? oh right demogorgan

-does Sandbox have a name? well he’s my favorite and i’m gonna call him Sandbox anyway

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #karen wheeler #max mayfield #jim hopper #joyce byers #el hopper #mike wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair

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munamania · 3 months

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bitch post time!!!!!! many revelations ok last night's vibes were HEINOUS but it provided so much for me and lydia to talk about and now i am gonna share with you yippee storytime

k so we plan to go to this valentines day showcase thing that the college radio is putting on last night. mind you at my place of work where i pretended that i had a family emergency and had to go home cause i didnt feel like going into work yesterday morning lol idiot... i was so paranoid my boss was there in disguise or some shit it was stupid. sorry um. yeah so ok i was largely like this could be a chance for friend groups to come together and maybe ill be able to talk to sams roommate and also like i do want to see more live music and it's free! so. anyway ok wait let me tell u abt the first part of the day

so me and lydia drive over some wine bottles to sam for him to use as props in a film. and sam and the roommate are sitting on their porch and we chat a little bit acc sam said as i walked up 'you always look so suspicious' and i was like 'ok u guys were literally just staring at me' cause they WERE and roommate was actually really nicely like 'oh no you're okay' and generally was just kind of inserting into our convo which well i had fun with naturally. um anyway and then who comes running up but teko! our buddy teko. and sams like have yall met and im like Of course and teko gives me a hug and i cant lie it was actually so sweet. i am also extremely touch starved but it was a nice hug. anyway. then i had to help roommate pick shoes alongside teko's fit and then i was like um Ok Bye. when i got back in the car lydia was like so i saw a neon sweatshirt... and i was like yeah <3 that's my man <3 sorry ok vibes get worse as the night comes

me and lydia end up getting to sam's late to 'pregame' this show and ig it was supposed be like. it was encouraged to dress formally. and i was wearing a dress that was too small and my chappell red tights and docs. kind of a serve but me and lydia were serving much more valentines day than formal. anyway. roommate does swing around to be like hi! and THEN i see my girl chloe i looooove her shes so fuckin funny and weird and we made this weird little short together in class last semester and i was kinda intimidated by her so i was so happy shocked when she was like I was so excited to see u :D WEEE shes so cool guys and has the funniest fuckin laugh and well honestly the high points of the night were us and lydia fucking around and dancing and being weird and offputting wallflowers cause again this thing SUCKED. ok

we did also smoke beforehand and i accidentally took this huge hit and then thought id be fine w a little more but brother was i feeling funny. did not eat enough and didnt take water it was atrocious. so. we get there and let me tell you if I WAS WORKING i'd have been able to fix the fact that it was soooooooooo fucking loud in there like bad bad bad audio distortion etc i wanted to kick this dude off the mixer but like what ever... it hurt so bad. and the lights were mostly on until chloe and sam duped this guy into dimming some of them but even still it was giving middle school dance. without the fun cheesy music. some of my instagram gay people are there. um but sorry there was simply no way i was going near that dance floor like the bands lowkey highkey sucked (i mean it was just a bunch of white college dudes and they did not slay. shocker. sam kept being like 'they're so good' and we were like um haha... straight face emoji)

we acc disappeared for a while to another floor for the br and just chilled for like half an hour (and security came to find us lmfaooo but ended up just leaving) and i was feeling odd and out of body and too aware of how i looked and it was just not great i was like we're the only bitches serving cunt here... um. anywho. so like later theres a slow dance and roommate is dancing with this other girl i only know from instagram till this point and i suppose if i was really feeling myself i could have tried to make a move but i was not. once again. vile vibes in this place. like i dont mean to be a pussy i typically would be much more charming and fun if i wanted to flirt and kinda felt the vibe from them but i was not really enjoying myself LMAO

then some more of the friend group shows up at the end and sam's like 'drama is actively going down' and im like Wuhhhh the fuck and i feel like a few of them r looking at me and i was just like get me OUT of here but for some fuck ass reason was still like nooooo we should go over and have pizza w sam and them. forgive me for thinking they had like frozen pizza or smth and i could get some free food out of this no we had to sit there and wait for dominos or whatever

AND THE MOST ANNOOOOOOOOOOOYING AWFUL TERRIBLE GROSS MEN YOUVE EVER MET SAT THERE AND JOINED THE BRIEF SMOKE CIRCLE AND THEN WERE JUST THERE AND LIKE YOU COULD JUST FEEL THEM TAKING UP SPACE AND US 'GIRLS' WERE MADE TO FEEL SO SMALL ON THE FUCKING COUCH I WAS SOOOOOOOO TIRED. had to get a sweater cause i felt so uncomfortable. girl i really was only there in case i could have a saving grace moment with roommate im so serious. well and for chloe but otherwise me and lydia shoulda been outta there

literally chloe was so excited to show our little video to people and sam cut us off from getting there to show us the fucking fidget spinner game he has on his tv. girl get out! oh my fucking god. finally lydias like Cool anyway so - like sams misogyny jumped out in previously unprecedented ways. it was bad. these boys were truly making me want to kill myself im sorry like it was so bad i have curated my experience so as to be away from that for so long it was really jarring. and what you need to understand about sam is that he's almost died twice and kind of has a funny little gender vibe going on and so for a while now yeah we've gotten along through silly odd things we relate through but holy shit....... that was so offputting i cant even wrap my brain around it

also sam very much walked me into like yaoi-fying him and his best friend and then was like haha noooo why r u calling us gay ur so weird bitch just fuck him already im tired and also dont care.. hes so attention seeking and not used to um not being the center of attention. sorry! oopsies anyway so

so then im like ew like i kinda need to reassess um. the people im around. and again cant stress enough how gross and judged and just kinda old i felt surrounded by these ppl even tho theyre all like within a year of age? and like roommate still seems maybe cool but since we didnt actually talk and they were off w the other roommate/other ppl i cant help but associate them w the odd vibes but like. honestly idk i might just try to uh slide into their dms rlly casually. bc. well idk how the friend group is fracturing and it wouldnt surprise me if they were annoyed with sam esp living with him but obv i dont really know. but again let me stress this friend group has been friends since their freshman year like what r yall doing yeah u do need to break up....

so i figure since they're hot (and kinda tiny i cant tell if they're shorter than me or just right around my height) (but also they kind of scared me by giving Instagram face while posing for a pic last night i cant do any more people giving off dorian gray rn. but i was also under the influence so um that didnt help) i could just yeah be brave see how it goes and worst case scenario it's not a vibe yk. and best case scenario i get to hang w them and teko. teko so gives francis. anyway

OH also sam and the friends insisted on listening to this ai generated… thing like idk guys i think i was in hell fr

also had several men yell out of their cars at me and staring at me as we walked to the bus stop :/ so men really do ruin everything btw

um. so. that was the night! thx for reading if u did. i am excited to be around other fun silly cool queer people god bless fuck these people

#abby talks

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que-serra-serra · 11 months

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[Serennedy] The Calm After the Storm

After saving the day and rescuing the girl, Leon and Luis take some time to celebrate. Rated Explicit | 8.5k words | ao3 link

"—And then he told me it probably wasn't my first time running from creeps," Ashley said, scrunching up her nose. "I think he meant it as a compliment?"

Luis threw his head back and laughed, high-pitched and grating like a hyena.

"Dios mío!" Luis said, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. "Really doesn't have a clue how to talk to women, our Leon."

"Yeah." Ashley’s lips pulled up in a half-smile. "I thought agents were supposed to be smooth."

"Hmm, probably used to only flexing the muscles and having every señorita throw themselves at him,” Luis said.

"Oh, my sorority sisters would have been all over that," Ashley said. "Luckily some of us señoritas prefer brains over brawn."

Luis visibly perked up at that. "Say…" He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, smiling sweetly. "Did I tell you that I have a doctoral degree?"

Ashley laughed and slapped Luis' forearm over the table. "Then you should be smart enough to know you're way too old for me."

"Ouch, bonita," Luis sighed dramatically and put a hand over his heart. "My manly pride, it is wounded. But I respect your decision."

"Thank you," Ashley said. "Now if you could teach 'no means no' to certain weirdo agents who keep trying acrobatics to peek up your skirt even after you told him you're not interested—"

"I was suplexing an enemy who tried to capture you!” Leon finally snapped from the other side of the room. “Because rather than run away from the danger, you ran towards him!"

Ashley crossed her arms with a huff. "You still looked while you were down there."

"Oh, for the love of—!" Leon grit his teeth and turned to keep watch out of the cabin’s window.

Out of the corner of his eye, Leon saw Luis lean over the table to stage-whisper to Ashley.

"I think he is angry that we are talking about him like he isn't here," Luis said.

“I think he’s angry that he’s got no game,” Ashley whispered back.

“He is angry that the two people he spent forty-eight hours straight protecting would rather talk shit than get the sleep they desperately need,” Leon grumbled.

“Ah, there is our Leon,” Luis said. “He is all…hmm. What is the opposite of kill them with kindness?”

“Protect them with…rudeness?” Ashley suggested.

Luis snapped his fingers. “Exactamente.”

Leon groaned and barely resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands.

“Anyway…” Ashley said, rising from her chair. “I really should get some rest. Early wake-up tomorrow, right?”

Leon nodded. “The chopper should be here at 0700.”

“And you’re sure you two will be alright down here?” Ashley asked as she walked to the stairs leading to the second floor of the cabin. “There’s just one bed…”

“Oh, I assure you—” Luis started smugly.

“We’ll sleep in shifts,” Leon interrupted. “Someone’s got to keep watch.”

“If you say so,” Ashley said. “Um…night, then.”

“Night.”

“Goodnight, mi princesa.”

Ashley smiled at them both before disappearing upstairs to the small bedroom Leon had cleared out for her earlier.

The cabin they'd chosen to spend the night in was far from luxurious, but it had shelter and beds and that was all they could ask for. Hunnigan had been elated to learn of the mission's success, but due to Mike's untimely demise, she’d regretfully informed them that another helicopter wouldn't be arriving until the morning.

Even if waiting wasn’t ideal, they could all be faring much worse. Leon was just happy that Ashley was smiling again. Even after the parasite and cult shit, she was okay; she wouldn’t end up scarred and broken like Leon after Raccoon City.

And it was all thanks to the man who cured them.

“So…” Luis walked up to stand behind Leon, a hand running over his shoulders. “Alone at last, eh?”

Leon's mouth twitched up into a smile that Luis couldn’t see. “Bold of you to assume I'd still let you touch me like that.”

“Seeing as you haven’t punched me yet, I will take my chances,” Luis said.

When Leon didn’t reply, Luis sighed and stepped around him to lean against the windowsill Leon’s chair was pulled up to.

“I am sensing that there's something you want to say,” Luis said.

“About what?” Leon said, gaze firmly on the window. “You lying to me? Developing bioweapons for an evil corporation as a living? Helping a madman with his quest for world domination? Or just working with Ada behind my back this entire time?”

“Well, yes, but—”

Leon finally met Luis’ eyes with an icy glare. “How about the fact that you handed over your research and a world-ending parasite to the highest bidder again?”

Luis winced and averted his eyes. “Yes. That.”

Only a few hours ago, Luis had told Leon not only the truth about who he really was and what he had done, both at Umbrella and for Los Illuminados. After the close call with Krauser in the mines, he'd then spilled the rest of the story about Ada and his involvement with the mysterious Organization.

Anger had gripped Leon at first, lashing out because that betrayal stung more than any of Luis' shady past. Luis claimed to want to change, yet he'd been prepared to sell his knowledge to someone possibly even worse than Saddler and Umbrella combined.

Leon was so tired of being double-crossed; so tired of realizing that every time he thought he'd found something, it proved to be nothing but them using him—

In retrospect, he hadn't really been yelling at just Luis.

But now, late at night inside a rickety cabin in a pocket of peace and quiet… Leon was so very tired, and he didn’t have the energy to be angry. After everything they'd been through together, Leon couldn’t bring himself to hate Luis.

Luis had fought back-to-back with Leon for days. He'd helped save Ashley and had put his own neck on the line to get them the suppressants before accompanying him to the lab full of monsters to treat them. And after Saddler’s defeat, when Ada had run off with the amber and yelled at Luis to get in the helicopter to complete her end of the bargain, Luis had instead opted to stay to make sure Leon and Ashley made it out from the crumbling island.

“I'm not angry,” Leon said.

Luis’ head snapped back up. “What?”

“I'm still annoyed that you lied to me,” Leon said. “But I'm not mad that you made mistakes when you thought you had no other choice. We all do.”

“But….but—” Luis floundered, seeming genuinely confused.

Leon wasn't blind to the guilt that sometimes shone through Luis’ flirty smiles and easy banter. He’d seen all the times Luis' face twisted in sympathy when Ashley coughed up more blood, before he hurried to the girl's side and offered a handkerchief. He’d also noticed how Luis had seemed the most relieved of them all after he treated Leon and Ashley and killed the parasites inside of them.

There was no denying that Luis had made horrific mistakes in his life. Yet, ever since Leon met him, he'd done nothing but try to help. Whether Luis kept information or not—realistically, there were probably still things he wasn't telling them—it was obvious he'd come to care for both of them, and Leon owed Luis both his and Ashley's lives.

Luis had almost died for him more times than Leon wanted to remember. And Leon was so, so glad that he didn't.

“I trust you. You've gotten us this far,” Leon said. When Luis still frowned, he continued, “We're good, Luis.”

“We…are?” Luis was starting to smile again, some of his usual cockiness returning. “And here I thought I would have to atone for my sins in some other, creative ways.”

The suggestive smirk made Leon snort even as heat stirred between his legs. Their previous encounters had been so colossally stupid—you were chained to another prisoner and your first reaction was to frot against him, what the fuck, Kennedy—yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret those, either.

“Maybe not the time for that kind of thing,” Leon said.

“On the contrary, amigo, I think this is the perfect time,” Luis said. “We even have a bed!”

Luis gestured across the room to where the sad, narrow bed with yellowing sheets was situated.

“Yeah, that belongs to one of the corpses lying outside,” Leon huffed, looking back out of the window. Once they’d gotten back from the island, it was like the whole village had dropped dead with the dominant plaga gone. "Not exactly setting the mood."

“Oh, do not look at the corpses,” Luis said, drawing the curtains closed. “The souls of those poor bastards are grateful to be free from the Plaga's influence. This is cause for celebration!”

Leon stared impassively and opened the curtain back up. “I'll celebrate once we're back on US soil,” he said.

Luis sighed and sidled up behind Leon to practically drape himself over Leon’s back.

“Mi príncipe, you are so tense,” Luis said, massaging the meat of his shoulder. “There is nothing out there that will hurt us anymore. "We won, Sancho.”

Logically, Leon knew he was right: Saddler, Salazar and Krauser were all dead and this was a time to relax. But with the cadavers littering the streets and an ancient parasite still sprawling underground, Leon wasn't able to let his guard down just yet.

Luis leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of Leon's ear as he murmured, "Let me help you relax, hm?"

Leon sighed and grabbed Luis' chin before turning to face him. And for the first time since they'd met, he really looked at the man who had charmed himself into Leon’s pants.

Luis' now-unruly hair fell slightly into his face and gave him an even more disheveled look than usual. His eyes were tired and had dark circles around them, yet the corners crinkled when he smiled. Luis' tanned skin was splotchy with dust, sweat and dirt, but he still preened under Leon's gaze—like he knew he was attractive, even with the days' worth of grime.

Luis bit his chapped lip and lowered his lashes in an obvious invitation, the faux-innocent smile turning into a meaningful smirk.

But Leon now saw everything that lay hidden under the familiar smugness. He saw the sad little boy who had watched his home go up in flames; the bright-eyed young scientist who had been desperate to prove himself; the man who had made too many mistakes to count and was now doing everything in his power to make up for them.

"No," Leon finally said.

The disappointment flashing in Luis' expressive eyes made his heart twinge. Luis made to pull away with some mumbled excuse but Leon cupped his cheek more firmly to keep him in place, earning a confused stare.

“You've already done so much,” Leon said. “Let me take care of you.”

Luis’ smile instantly returned and his face felt warm in Leon's hand. “I think the dozens of times you have saved me from certain death counts as taking care of me,” he said.

“I could say the same about you,” Leon shot back.

“Oh-ho, are we acknowledging that I am also a very capable fighter?” Luis teased. “In addition to being incredibly charming and amazing with a pistol, of course.”

Leon felt a smile forming. “Don't tell anyone,” he said, then brushed his thumb over Luis' cheek and lowered his voice. “Let me do this for you, okay?”

Luis’ gaze flitted over Leon’s face and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Finally, he grinned, seeming to have found whatever answer he was looking for.

“Well, if a beautiful man like you offers, who am I to say no?” Luis said.

Leon didn’t budge. “I'd still like a yes.”

“Mierda, you're really going to make me spell it out?“

Luis’ eye roll was the last thing Leon registered before he was grabbed by the straps of his chest holster and roughly pulled closer, until Luis’ face was hovering right in front of him.

“Take me to bed, querido,” Luis murmured, his lips brushing against Leon’s.

Leon didn’t need to be told twice.

His lips crashed against Luis’ as he surged up on his feet, making the other man moan and stumble backwards in surprise. Leon balanced both of them while firmly walking Luis across the room, not once breaking the rough kiss.

Once Luis’ legs hit the frame of the bed Leon shoved him down to sit on it. Luis went willingly but pulled Leon down with him, until Leon had a knee on the bed between Luis’ spread legs and Luis had to crane his neck to keep trading heated kisses.

Luis made enthusiastic sounds all throughout the kiss that got muffled by Leon’s mouth on his. However, when Leon’s mouth ventured lower to nibble on his neck, Luis groaned loudly.

Too loudly.

“We have to keep quiet,” Leon whispered, kissing Luis' stubbled jaw instead.

“I can be quiet,” Luis hissed. “It's you that I'm worried about.”

Leon pulled back just enough to give him a skeptical stare.

“Oh, fine,” Luis relented. “Gag me then, would you?”

“But…” Leon hesitated. “Can't you just…you know, hold back?”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Luis said with a smirk. “Admit it: you enjoy hearing me talk.”

Leon huffed out a quiet laugh. “Yeah. God help me, but I do.”

“Mm, I knew it—”

“Probably just a side effect from the Plaga, though,” Leon deadpanned.

Luis’ eyes widened and Leon immediately feared that was a step too far. Thankfully, Luis just bowed his head and wheezed with silent laughter.

“Seeing as it also apparently gave you a sense of humor, I am not complaining,” Luis said.

Leon chuckled and shook his head. “So, any lingering transmission of that thing…”

“No need to worry,” Luis said. “The treatment took care of it—it fried the whole parasite, and now you’ll only need a minor surgery to remove whatever is left of its disintegrated body. There’s no possibility of infection: even if you puked a liter of blood into an open wound of mine, nothing would happen.”

Leon raised an eyebrow at Luis going into science-mode again. “Yeah, you'd know, wouldn't you?” he said.

Rather than run along with the joke, Luis just smiled sadly. “Yes.”

Crap; Leon really should have known better than to push the subject. Despite them poking fun at the whole situation, the guilt still weighed heavily in Luis' every action, from the documents Leon had read in his lab during Ashley's treatment to the way he adamantly still blamed himself for Leon’s infection.

“Hey.” Leon pecked Luis’ lips, trying to kiss the worry from them. “You've already helped us so much. You've done enough.“

Luis swallowed and for a second looked like he wanted to argue.

In the end, he simply sighed and smiled sadly again. “If you say so,” Luis said.

So Leon cradled Luis’ head and kissed him again, more firmly this time, until Luis got the memo and returned the kiss with a soft moan.

“Now, you mentioned something about taking care of me?” Luis said, smiling when Leon pulled away. “Did that just mean petting my head and calling me a good boy, or were you actually planning to get on with it…?”

Luis lifted his hips and shamelessly rubbed the bulge between his legs against Leon’s thigh.

Leon huffed and pushed himself off the bed. “Just gimme a minute.”

After a careful glance upstairs to check that the bedroom door was closed and no sounds could be heard indicating that Ashley was awake, Leon quietly sneaked back down the creaky stairs.

Leon disarmed himself of his guns and holsters and placed them onto the dining table in a neat row, comforted by the fact that Luis’ Red9 lay on the bedside table within arm’s reach if they needed it.

When Leon made his way back to the bed, Luis had already made himself comfortable on it. He was sitting with his back against the headboard and his long legs sprawled out on the flimsy mattress, leaving very little room for Leon to join him.

So it was only natural for Leon to climb in and straddle him.

"Oh, yes," Luis grinned up at him, immediately palming Leon’s pectorals through his T-shirt. "Now this is what I'm talking about."

Leon slapped Luis’ wrist. "Hands to yourself unless I say otherwise."

"Aww." Luis actually pouted at that, sticking out his bottom lip in a ridiculous manner. "But I want to touch you, mi príncipe."

"You'll get to next time,'' Leon promised, not missing the way Luis perked up at the promise of a next time. "This time we do it my way."

Luis leaned back against the headboard and spread his hands with a lazy smile. “Then I'm all yours.”

Arousal curled low in Leon’s belly at the way Luis so easily gave into him. Suddenly feeling a lot less patient, Leon efficiently stripped Luis out of his ugly jacket and took great pleasure in blindly tossing it over his shoulder—hopefully somewhere far, far away.

“You really have a vendetta against my jacket, don’t you?” Luis said.

Leon smirked and moved to the buttons of Luis’ shirt. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He swiftly unbuttoned the once-white dress shirt and pushed it open to expose Luis’ torso.

Leon’s brain stuttered at the sight. Luis was all sun-kissed skin and lithe muscle, the dark hair on his chest tapering off into a thin line at his belly before disappearing beneath his pants.

Leon ran his hand over Luis’ chest and marveled at how different the dark curls felt from his own sparse body hair. His brain didn’t seem to know whether to be turned on or jealous: Leon had never even been able to grow a full beard and here Luis was, with his dark stubble and hairy chest and oozing effortless masculinity.

Luis raised an eyebrow while Leon kept petting his chest. “Having fun?”

“Just getting my payback from the shooting range,” Leon said, then pinched a dusky nipple.

“Ah,” Luis gasped, but his signature smirk quickly returned. “Unfortunately, not even a handsome man like myself can quite compare when it comes to your…gifted physique.”

“I think you look just fine,” Leon said.

“Oh?” Luis grinned. “Do tell me more.”

Leon rolled his eyes as he lowered his head to kiss at Luis’ collarbone. “Now you’re just fishing for compliments,” he murmured against the skin.

Luis chuckled and Leon used the time to kiss his way down Luis’ chest, stopping briefly to nuzzle into the thick hair and breathe in the musky scent.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Luis said, pure smugness in his voice. “If I knew it would make you react like this, I would have taken off my shirt a long time ago, Sancho.”

Rather than answer verbally, Leon licked over a nipple and then unceremoniously tugged at it with his teeth.

A surprised moan punched out of Luis. “Dios mío, Leon. Who knew you had such a mouth on you?”

You’re one to talk, Leon thought, flicking his tongue over the nub trapped between his teeth while rubbing his thumb over its neglected twin.

Luis’ head fell back against the headboard as he let out a low groan, his hands coming up to tangle in Leon’s hair. Leon probably shouldn’t have been surprised that it took him less than five minutes to forget the whole no-touching thing. Damn expressive Europeans.

Leon smiled to himself and hummed against Luis’ chest, earning a happy sigh as Luis arched into the touch. Taking the hint, Leon sucked at the nipple in earnest—

And then let out a startled moan as Luis, the little shit, bent his leg just enough to press it against Leon’s trapped erection.

“Careful, now.” Luis looked down at him with a smug grin, his shin still massaging Leon’s bulge. “Wouldn't want to wake the little princess with those moans.”

“Stop that,” Leon scolded, pinning Luis’ legs back onto the bed. “This is supposed to be about you.”

"What can I say? I’m a giver,” Luis said. At Leon’s impassive glare, he eventually sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. Do your worst.”

“As long as you keep quiet and behave,” Leon said pointedly.

Leon only saw a faux-innocent smile before he redirected his attention to the task at hand, making quick work of Luis’ jeans and tugging them down just enough to free his erection.

“Ah,” Luis gasped as Leon immediately wrapped his hand around the hard shaft. “There is that military efficiency I was expecting.”

“I’m sorry, did you need me to buy you dinner first?” Leon shot back.

Luis chuckled, then groaned as Leon went back to mouthing at his nipple while giving a firm tug on his dick.

Leon was fully prepared to lavish Luis’ chest and cock with attention until the man came apart underneath him. He kept biting and licking Luis’ nipples while working a hand over his erection, starting slow and then picking up the pace when Luis hardened even further in his hand and ring-covered fingers tightened in his hair.

Luis, miraculously, managed to keep his noises down to hitching moans and quiet whispers of endearment. The snarky comments had been replaced by sweet nothings murmured in Spanish, and at some point Leon should probably let Luis know that he actually knew the language fairly well.

But when Luis let out quiet sobs of pleasure and whispered, "Oh, darling, you're so sweet, you make me feel so good” in his native language, well, Leon might be a little selfish and want to keep hearing those things.

Luis’ body was already tensing up and Leon could tell he was getting close. On impulse, Leon licked over the scar on his chest, and—

“Leon,” Luis moaned desperately, his hips jumping up to thrust into Leon’s fist. “Leon, god, fuck me.”

Leon let out a surprised grunt of arousal and his hips thrust forward of their own accord.

“Yes, I have—I have vaseline,” Luis said, his pitch desperate. “I need you inside me, Leon, please.”

Leon could vividly imagine that: he could see Luis' naked legs spread wantonly, see himself slicking up his cock and sliding into the tight heat of Luis’ ass as Luis threw his head back and tried to muffle a sinful moan—

“No,” Leon said firmly. He thumbed the leaking slit of Luis' cock; it wouldn’t take much for him to come, and this was really not the place…

Luis let out an honest to god whimper at being denied. ”Joder, why not? I will be quick, I promise, no stretching needed!”

Leon's dick throbbed insistently at the image but he sighed and pushed himself up to hover at eye level with Luis.

“Because,” Leon said firmly. “This is risky enough as it is, but at least I can listen for anyone outside the cabin and be ready to fight in half a second.”

Luis blinked in confusion, the arousal clearly slowing down that genius brain. “Eh?”

“There's too much at stake to get caught with my pants down and miss an ambush,” Leon said. “We don't know what potential survivors are doing with the cult gone and when any looters might show up. The explosions from the island would have traveled hundreds of miles over the water, and I'm not risking yours or Ashley’s safety just to get my dick wet.”

Luis’ confusion slowly made way for a smile, and then he was leaning up to kiss Leon.

“Oh, you stupidly chivalrous Sancho,” Luis said, his voice fond. “And here I thought I had a martyr complex.”

“Yeah, well,” Leon said, then grabbed Luis’ slightly flagging dick. “I can still do this for you. But not that.”

“Mm,” Luis moaned when Leon gently stroked the overheated flesh. “I am not saying that I am opposed to that, but a suggestion, if I may?”

“Shoot.”

“Fuck me against the window,” Luis said, and Leon nearly choked on his own spit. “You have a good vantage point and a great view; a two for one deal.”

Leon swallowed. “Luis…”

“And you don't even have to undress!” Luis kept going. “You just have to unzip enough to get your…equipment out. I'm the one who is required to be ass-naked and, let me assure you, I fight no less well without pants. I might actually fight better, now that I think about it—those things are more for style than function.”

Something in Leon’s chest softened at Luis’ obvious consideration. This really wasn’t how he’d planned the night to go: straddling a half-naked Luis with said man’s half-hard dick in his hand while Luis rambled on about a potential compromise to Leon’s paranoia—just so Leon would fuck him.

“Okay,” Leon said.

The perplexed look on Luis’ face let him know it was just as surprising for both of them that Leon had agreed so easily.

Luis smiled hesitantly. “Yes?”

“Yeah,” Leon agreed. “But I’m not doing it against a fucking window when there’s a perfectly good bed here.”

Luis shrugged. “I really don’t mind. Maybe the looters will be too busy enjoying the show to attack us?”

Leon snorted. “All the more reason to stay in bed. And I…” He hesitated, suddenly unsure. “I want it to be good for you.”

The awkwardness definitely wasn’t made better by the way Luis’ whole face lit up in a gleeful smile.

“Oh, Prince Charming,” Luis cooed, sitting up enough to cradle Leon’s face in his hands. “I knew you were a romantic at heart.”

Leon averted his eyes and gave a one-shoulder shrug even as he felt heat bloom on his cheeks. So he was a little sentimental when it came to their first time going all the way: sue him.

“No, no, mi príncipe, don’t be embarrassed,” Luis said and leaned in for a brief kiss. “Just tell me how you want me, and I am yours.”

Leon glanced around the room and briefly channeled his tactical mindset. “I want us both to have a vantage point of both the door and the window, and I’m gonna get my TMP and a frag to put by your pistol where we can easily reach them.”

Luis smiled. “Spooning it is, then.”

“That works.” Leon gave him a small, grateful smile before getting out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Luis winked. “Trust me, I am not going anywhere.”

While retrieving his weapons, Leon took the opportunity to double-check the padlock they’d put on the door as well as take one last look out of the window.

He was relieved to see nothing out of the ordinary in the still-lifeless streets of the village. Leon might be paranoid, but it had served him well so far: never assume that you've won, or a rotting Del Lago might crawl up from the lake and swallow the whole cabin in one go. Still, it was nice that Luis was humoring him.

Speaking of Luis…

A particularly needy moan from the other side of the room tore Leon’s attention from the window. He turned to face the bed—

And whatever blood remained in his brain promptly rushed south.

Luis was already naked save for his dress shirt still hanging open by his sides. His legs were bent at the knees and spread obscenely, giving Leon a clear view of two of his fingers disappearing into the tight furl of his hole.

“You were taking too long,” Luis said breathlessly but still managed a smirk. “I started without you.”

And when it came to the choice of staring at the rotting corpses outside or joining a beautiful, naked man in bed, Leon was only human.

In record time, Leon crossed the room, placed his weapons on the nightstand and kneeled on the foot of the bed, getting a close-up view of Luis’ fingers sliding in to the knuckles.

Leon swallowed and hovered his hand between Luis’ legs. “Can I?” Leon asked.

Luis tossed him the small container of vaseline with his free hand. “By all means, querido."

Leon quickly slicked his fingers and hoped Luis couldn’t see how much they were trembling. When Luis pulled his own digits out, his hole winked, making Leon’s face flame hot.

“If you’re just going to watch…” Luis said.

Leon took a slightly trembling breath and grabbed Luis’ tanned thigh to steady them both. His other hand lowered between Luis’ legs to tease a slick finger around his hole.

Luis gasped, his rim twitching against Leon’s touch. “Leon…”

Leon pushed with two fingers and the muscle gave, his digits slipping into snug tightness. He heard a heady moan and couldn't tell which one of them made the sound.

Leon’s fingers easily slid knuckle-deep and he couldn’t resist pumping them in and out a few times. Luis was so warm and soft inside, and Leon hooked his fingers and blindly pressed along his walls, looking for—

“Come on,” Luis said, yanking on Leon’s wrist until his fingers slid out. “Enough teasing, I'm ready.”

“O-okay,” Leon said, voice cracking, then cleared his throat. “Okay.”

Luis smiled knowingly and Leon redirected his focus to unzipping his pants and shuffling into position beside Luis.

Leon turned on his side and pushed on Luis’ shoulder to make him do the same, then hooked an arm around Luis’ thigh to pull him closer across the bed.

"Oh," Luis breathed. "Have I told you how sexy it is that you can just manhandle me as you please? Because if I haven't, I'm telling you now."

Leon huffed and squeezed the meaty part of Luis' thigh, still holding his leg up. "Glad to hear it."

With his free hand, Leon slicked up his cock, then snaked his arm under Luis’ neck to pillow his head and shuffled closer until his chest pressed against the thin shirt covering Luis’ back. His hard cock was nestled against Luis’ crack and Leon lifted Luis’ leg to spread him, aligning his hips so his tip brushed against the slick hole, and…

And was suddenly hit by how intimate their position was. He could feel so much of Luis’ body, holding him like they were long-time lovers and not just two people fucking away post-battle jitters.

"Mm, hurry," Luis said.

Impatient as always, Luis grinded against Leon, his loosened rim catching on the head of Leon’s cock.

Leon entered him maybe a little more roughly than he’d meant to.

But Luis arched into him and groaned loud enough to echo through the whole cabin, and Leon barely remembered himself enough to slap a vaseline-covered hand over Luis’ mouth and glance at the stairs.

“Quiet,” Leon whispered. His voice was strained, his dick enveloped in clenching heat and begging for him to fuck into Luis again.

Luis nodded and Leon let his hand fall away, laying it on the pillow next to Luis’ mouth just in case.

“Mierda, you feel so good,” Luis said, his voice a quiet murmur.

Arousal licked down Leon’s spine and he dared to thrust a little deeper, making Luis’ breath hitch.

“Yes, just like that,” Luis said breathlessly. “More, Leon, please…”

Leon bit his lip to keep quiet as he slid all the way home, pushing his length into Luis until his fly was rubbing over the skin of Luis' ass.

“Fuck,” Luis panted. He trembled in Leon’s arms, his hole clenching around Leon's cock.

“Do you…” Leon grit out, fighting the building urge to move. “Can I…”

“For the love of god, fuck me already!” Luis hissed.

Leon huffed in relief and pulled almost fully out before thrusting back in. The slide in was smooth and he marveled at how easy this was, how well Luis opened up for him.

“Faster,” Luis commanded.

Leon would have laughed at the bossiness if he wasn’t too busy losing his mind over how good Luis felt. All too happy to obey, Leon picked up the pace, shallowly fucking into Luis’ pliant body.

“Fuck, cariño, yes,” Luis moaned, tightening even more around Leon’s length.

“Shit,” Leon grunted, lost in the hot wet squeeze around his cock. “You’re so tight.”

Luis let out a breathless laugh. “Don't sound so surprised, Sancho. Did you really think I went around spreading my legs for Saddler's goons? I do have standards, you know.”

Something possessive curled in Leon's chest at the thought of Luis with any of those monsters. His grip tightened on Luis' leg and he thrust in hard, punching a groan out of Luis that soothed some of the sudden jealousy.

“Dios mío, I knew you’d be amazing,” Luis murmured, choking on a groan when Leon did it again. “I wanted to hop on this American ride as soon as I saw you.”

Leon huffed and glanced at the stairs, having a silent debate with himself. When Luis moaned quietly, his eyes were instantly drawn back to the mess of a man in his arms, effectively making the decision for him.

Leon bent his leg and braced one foot on the mattress for leverage. "Then you'd better strap in," he warned.

Leon pulled out almost all the way before roughly pushing back in, giving Luis no time to adjust before setting a brutal pace and fucking him in earnest.

“Ah!” Luis gasped, hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets as Leon’s thrusts rocked him forward. “Fuck—fuck, Leon, don’t stop.”

Leon felt a smile tugging on his lips even as sweat was starting to bead on his brow. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He held Luis more firmly against him as he pumped in and out, pleasure surging from the tip of his cock and up through his spine with every thrust into Luis’ now-sloppy hole.

Luis was far from passive, squirming and moaning and using what little leverage he had to meet Leon’s thrusts, fucking himself back on Leon’s cock.

“Fuck,” Leon cursed. “It’s like you were made for this.”

Luis groaned loudly at that and Leon placed his hand on his throat in warning.

“Oh,” Luis gasped. “Yes, yes, please…!”

“Stay quiet,” Leon hissed.

He pressed down just the barest amount on Luis' throat, not trusting himself to really choke with the precarious situation they were in. Luis however seemed to get off on him simply holding his hand there—at least based on the increase in his quiet moans.

The room echoed with the obscene slap of skin against skin and their muted sounds of pleasure. Leon’s muscles were starting to burn after the two days of nonstop battles but he steeled himself and kept thrusting, not faltering once from the steady pace—

Until Luis jolted like he’d been electrocuted and exclaimed, “Fuck, right there!”

Leon briefly slowed down to tilt his hips, trying to get the angle again. “Like this?”

“Yes,” Luis practically sobbed from pleasure. “That’s—oh, cariño, you're perfect.”

The praise shot straight to Leon's dick and made him choke on a moan, focusing on sliding his cock over Luis' prostate with newfound determination.

“¡Joder!” Luis rasped, his voice raw. "So good, Leon—fuck, you’re going to make me come."

Leon shuddered from arousal and did his best to keep it up, driving his cock into Luis and over that spot deep inside that had him squirming and moaning, working him closer and closer to the edge.

Unfortunately, Leon could feel himself fast approaching his own orgasm. "I'm close," he warned.

“Yes, cariño, yes,” Luis moaned, sliding his hand down to tug on his own dick.

Luis’ ass squeezed around Leon in time with the jerks of his cock, making everything too much, too hot, too good—

“Oh, shit,” Leon moaned, his thrusts erratic as he teetered on the edge. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,'' Luis immediately said, throwing his head back. “Come in me, use me, Leon, I'm yours!”

Two more pumps into Luis’ body was all Leon could manage before the pleasure exploded. All of his muscles went rigid as he squeezed Luis’ thigh hard enough to leave bruises, groaning low in his throat as he pumped his release deep inside Luis’ clenching heat.

Luis' moan was long and breathy as Leon fucked his way through his release. Leon could see Luis’ arm flexing, frantically working over his own cock to follow Leon over the edge.

Still panting from his own orgasm, Leon pressed more firmly on Luis’ windpipe, actually cutting off some of his airflow, and then leaned in to place a kiss on his half-exposed shoulder before biting the skin—

Luis shouted a silent scream and jerked in Leon's hold, his body squeezing Leon’s softening cock almost painfully as Luis spasmed and came all over the sheets.

Leon eased up against the pressure on his throat and Luis gasped, panting for breath and shivering in Leon's arms. For a few moments, everything was quiet and still in the post-orgasmic haze, and then…

“Jesus, José y Maria,” Luis said. “You actually aren't mad at me.”

"Told you," Leon snorted. He pulled out, trying to be gentle about it, but Luis still hissed. "Sorry."

Luis looked over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. "Sorry? Mi príncipe, I should send you a fruit basket and twenty thank-you cards. That was magnifíco."

"Yeah," Leon said. "Yeah, it…it really was."

Luis sighed happily as Leon lowered his leg back to the mattress and caressed over the finger-shaped bruises he'd managed to leave behind.

"So…" Luis flopped onto his back, not seeming in any hurry to clean up. "Am I to understand that you do this with everyone who tries to double-cross you but eventually ends up helping you?"

Leon huffed and shook his head in disbelief. He should’ve known the subject of Ada would come up sooner or later.

"Me and Ada weren't like that," Leon said. At Luis' skeptical look, he added, "I mean, she'll always be my first love. Even if she was just using me during the worst night of my life, I was still hung up on her for six years."

Luis was silent for a beat, and Leon belatedly realized that talking about his sort-of-ex not even two minutes after coming inside another person was probably a major mood killer for most people.

But because Luis wasn't like most people, he simply smirked.

"First love, eh?" Luis said, a flirty glint in his eyes even as sweat matted his hair to his forehead. "I wonder what happened after those six years."

And Leon watched that knowing little smile and deep blue eyes much more wise beyond what the nonchalant facade would suggest. It was like Luis knew—like he saw right through Leon and knew that he'd once again fallen hard and fast.

Because it had taken everything out of Leon to put the mission first. And what kept him going wasn’t the thought of getting back to his ratty apartment or returning the president's daughter and getting praised as a hero…

But rather the image of that stupid smirk and whispered Spanish endearments. And every time they were close like this, every time Luis looked at him with his tired eyes and hopeful smile, it was getting harder and harder for Leon not to beg, “Please stay with me once this is over.”

Before he could say something he’d regret, Leon forced out a sarcastic huff and shoved lightly at Luis. “Don’t push your luck.”

After Leon climbed over him to return to his lookout by the window, Luis only chuckled and rolled out of bed to reach for his pants.

A moment later, Luis draped himself over Leon's back like he’d done not that long ago. Leon still didn’t push him away—not now, and not probably not ever.

"It's okay, cielito," Luis murmured, placing a kiss on the nape of Leon's neck. "I feel the same."

Leon just stared out of the window, his heart beating frantically in his chest as Luis stayed there hugging him.

“Please don’t leave,” he wanted to say. “I like it when you touch me,” would also be true, or, “I feel like I can do anything when I’m with you.”

All of those thoughts could be summed up in three words. Three tiny little words that Leon knew to be true but couldn’t bring himself to say—couldn’t even bring himself to think. Because if he did, something would go to shit again, and Luis would die, just like everyone else who got close to Leon—

“I could go for a smoke,” Luis said out of the blue.

Leon exhaled hard, something in his body loosening. He hadn’t even realized how much he’d tensed up.

“Sure,” Leon agreed.

Leon unlocked the door and followed Luis outside. Luis smoked in silence while Leon did one last check around the cabin’s exterior looking for nonexistent threats.

When they returned inside, Leon went right back to his chair by the window.

Luis didn’t look surprised as much as disappointed. “You're not coming to bed?”

“I have to keep watch,” Leon said.

Luis’ eyes softened and he smiled sadly, and Leon only then realized his mistake.

Not, “I’ll keep watch,” or, “I’ll take the first shift.”

But, “I have to keep watch.”

Leon swallowed and looked resolutely out of the window to avoid Luis’ pitying gaze.

“You should go to sleep,” Leon said, more gruffly than he meant to.

Luis sighed in an exaggerated manner. “Mierda, such a hardass.” Leon heard his footsteps approaching, before a warm hand ruffled Leon’s hair. “Have it your way, cariño.”

Leon relaxed at the familiar banter and even managed a small smile to their reflections in the window. “Night, Luis.”

Luis winked back at his reflection. “Goodnight, mi príncipe.”

With that, Luis turned and walked to the bed, and Leon heard the bed creaking as Luis threw himself onto it with a satisfied groan. Only a few minutes later, soft snoring filled the cabin; nothing like several near-death experiences followed by sex and a cigarette to knock a Luis out.

Leon's grip tightened around his pistol as he kept staring into the empty village. Even if the monsters were all in his head, he wouldn’t let his guard down.

The looters could come if they wanted to. Hell, the cult could send a mutated amalgamation of Saddler, Mendez and Salazar after him for all he cared, or the US government could try to shove Luis in jail for crimes he had repented for five times over. He'd fight them all.

Nothing would stand between Leon and protecting those he cared about.

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“—And the dynamite blew off the troll’s armor, making me save the day once again!” Luis said.

“Yeah, right,” Ashley huffed. “You totally rodeo’d on top of a monster bigger than a house.”

“Mi preciosa!” Luis gasped. “How it wounds me, a beauty like you thinking that I would lie.”

“Uh-huh. I think I’ll just ask Leon later.”

Leon smiled to himself and kept walking as the two others gossiped further behind.

He was leading them to the extraction point that Hunnigan had radioed in earlier in the morning. The night had gone by without further incident—apart from Leon nodding off in his chair and Luis' jacket mysteriously having appeared draped over him come morning—and in half an hour or so, they’d be up in the air and finally out of this godforsaken village.

“So…” Ashley said after a beat of silence.

“Yes, chica?” Luis asked.

“Was he good, or…?” Ashley trailed off.

Only years of training kept Leon’s steps from faltering. He had to be more sleep-deprived than he thought, because surely Ashley wasn't implying…?

“Hm?” Luis' voice sounded casual, but Leon could pick up on the panic undermeath. “Good at what, bonita?”

“Oh, come on,” Ashley scoffed. “If I hadn’t already noticed the two days’ worth of sexual tension, I sure as hell knew from the bed banging against the wall and ‘Yes, Leon, harder!’”

Jesus Christ, she had heard them. Luis just burst out into laughter, but Leon hoped Ashley couldn’t see that the trained professional sent to rescue her was blushing furiously.

“Oh, he was fantástico,” Luis said, no longer bothering to protest, and Leon just knew he was smirking. “Maybe once you are older, we can give you a demonstration—”

“I'm telling the president you repeatedly propositioned his daughter,” Leon said.

Ashley laughed even as Luis whined.

“Aww, querido, I thought we had something special,” Luis teased.

Leon looked over his shoulder at the man. “Then maybe you should stop flirting with other people.”

Luis actually blushed at that, his cheeks going ruddy, and Leon found that extremely interesting. “W-well, a ladies' man such as myself—” Luis started.

“Oh, can it, Casanova,” Ashley said, rolling her eyes. “I've seen you making those puppy eyes at him. Nice to know that Leon's charm just needed the right target to work.”

She smiled at Leon and something in him relaxed. Maybe Ashley knowing wouldn't be such a terrible thing after all.

“I'll have you know that I was the one who charmed him,” Luis said.

“Sure, 'amigo'.” Ashley patted his cheek. “Don't worry. I'll tell dad all about your research that saved my life and give an official recommendation that it's in the best interest of the nation for you to keep working with Agent Kennedy. You make a good team and are both great assets to our country.”

Both men looked at Ashley in confusion. She narrowed her eyes.

“You both thought I was dumb just because I'm blond and pretty, didn't you?” she accused.

Leon's mouth opened and closed but he got no words out.

“No, no, mi preciosa, of course not," Luis lied through his teeth.

Ashley rolled her eyes and sauntered past them. “Men.”

Leon and Luis merely shared a shocked look, before Luis grinned and gestured after her.

“Shall we?” Luis said.

“You sure got everything you need from the village?” Leon asked.

“Sí,” Luis said, patting the breast pocket of his jacket. On their way here, they had all made a quick detour to retrieve Luis' grandfather's journal and the only picture of the two of them together. “There is nothing more for me in Valdelobos.”

Leon nodded. “And your story?”

“Ah, Sancho, what story?” Luis grinned. When Leon frowned, he continued, “I was merely a young boy fresh out of university, recruited by one of the most prestigious employers out there! I developed medicines and researched dangerous parasites, but sadly found out that my medicines never made it to the public and that my research was used to create parasites, not treat them.”

Luis sighed exaggeratedly. “Angry at the company, I packed up my research and stole invaluable Umbrella equipment to return to my hometown and start over. Unfortunately, the village had been overrun by a madman with a mind-control parasite who captured me and forced me to work for him.”

Luis grinned and tapped his temple. “But I wasn’t born yesterday, you see. I knew that Saddler was up to no good and I secretly researched how to destroy the Plaga. When I was injected with the parasite to ensure my obedience, I tested the method on myself, and this scar is my mark of success.”

Luis tugged down his collar to expose the scar on his chest, and Leon nodded and resolutely tried not to think about his mouth on that same scar last night.

“With a successful removal procedure invented and all of my knowledge of the Plaga, I knew I could not stay under Saddler’s thumb—it was only a matter of time before they would catch on to my betrayal,” Luis said. “And with the cult occupied with a hostage of some sort, I made a break for it. Little did I know the hostage was the president’s daughter and I would end up helping to rescue her and fighting alongside Agent Kennedy to take down Los Iluminados.”

Leon huffed. Of course Luis remembered the entirety of their agreed upon cover story without trouble.

“That is no story, only the truth! It is just a shame that all the evidence exploded along with the entire island.” Luis shrugged. “Fortunately, Miss Graham and Agent Kennedy are both willing to testify when it comes to my invaluable help in saving their lives. Now, I am merely a humble refugee who also happens to be the best chance the world has to survive another outbreak of Las Plagas or Umbrella’s parasites.”

“You sure are,” Leon agreed. His mouth quirked up into a half-smile. “Someone should probably assign a high-ranking agent as your bodyguard, just in case.”

“Oh? Well if you insist,” Luis said, his fake nonchalance giving way for a knowing grin. “But you are still certain of wishing to lie to your government, mi príncipe? Could get you into trouble, somewhere down the line.”

It was a no-brainer for Leon. Ashley didn’t know the whole truth about Luis’ past and thus couldn’t even lie about it, everyone else involved with Los Iluminados was dead, and Leon couldn’t imagine Ada being interested in leaking her and Luis’ agreement to the US government.

“Running away from trouble isn’t really my style,” Leon said. “And the higher-ups seemed all too happy to lie about project Javier. I’d say saving one loud-mouthed scientist is a small thing in comparison.”

“Yes, yes!” Luis quickly agreed. “Absolutely microscopic, in the grand scheme of things. Writing one little pardon? Not even a milliliter of ink from the president’s expensive pen will be wasted.”

Luis was walking closer as he rambled, until he stood right before Leon.

Leon smiled at him. “Just…don’t help to start another parasite outbreak, yeah?”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it.” Luis smirked, a clever hand coming up to run alongside Leon’s shoulder strap. “I might need a trusty squire by my side to help make the right decisions.”

Leon smiled and rested his hand on Luis’ hip. “Good thing I know a guy who has some experience with that.”

Luis leaned in first, the smile staying on his face even as his eyelids lowered and he gripped Leon’s harness firmly. Getting the hint, Leon closed his eyes and moved to meet him halfway…

“Leeooon!” Ashley’s whiny yell coming from further ahead made Leon tense and look up in alert. “I need a boost up this stupid rock!”

As Leon breathed out in relief, Luis chuckled and stepped away, turning back to the trail.

“Ah, and the moment is gone,” Luis said, then gestured onward with a grin. “Come then, Sancho Panza. New adventures await!”

Luis’ eyes shone with excitement, his smile brighter than the sun, and Leon—

Leon grabbed a handful of dark brown hair and surged forward into a kiss. He only had time for a simple press of lips and a quick tease of his tongue along Luis’ bottom lip, but the surprised gasp and following moan were well worth it.

“Yeah,” Leon said, pulling away. “I can’t wait.”

With that, Leon continued up the trail to help Ashley, smiling when he heard Luis laugh before following him.

And for the first time in six years, Leon found himself hopeful for what the future might bring.

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