#Angst loading

[lisupandowntown]

Rory Protective III

A/N: No emeto here, just a little further into Rory's brain.

Rory told himself he would try harder with Noa, and he really did.  After deleting the tracker app on his phone he forced himself to be okay relying on twice daily updates from the probation office assigned to Smith’s case. 

The second text on Friday arrived late; the officer had forgotten to send the notice until Rory reached out and reminded him.  He was sitting on Drew and Jeremiah’s sofa, three beers into the basketball tournament, when the message came through.  Rory stared at it for a long second, rubbed his eyes, and then looked again.  The words hadn’t changed though, and his blood ran cold. 

“Fuck, I’ve got to go.”  Noa was out with friends at a bar.  She was across the river, nowhere he could get on foot.  “How long will it take to get an Uber from here?” 

Avery jumped up too.  “What’s wrong?” he asked tersely.  “I’m coming with you.”

“What, you don’t even find out what it is first?” Drew whistled.  “That’s impressive.”

“That’s a partner,” corrected Avery.  “He’ll tell me on the way.”  

Rory was already pulling on his coat.  “It’s Smith.  He’s coming to Boston tomorrow.”  Noa was at Back Bay Social Club.  It would be crowded and hard to get in this time of night, but Rory was prepared to show his FBI identification if he had to.  “Noa doesn’t know.” 

Avery’s hand was suddenly heavy on his arm.  “And why does she need to? Don’t tell me you’re planning to go find her right now so you can what, get her all worried for no reason? C’mon, Ror, you know better than that.”

Normally Rory would have listened to Avery without question. The guy understood him, understood risk, was an excellent read of situations.  But now he shook him off.  “This is different and you know it.”

“It’s not different.”  Avery’s voice was too reasonable.  “Smith’s not here now, and I assume he has a good reason to come to Boston tomorrow; something that has nothing to do with Noa.”

“Damian Smith’s coming to Boston?”  Gabe sat down on the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table.  “Why?  I thought the guy had to stay in the rehab place.”  He took a big bite of the pizza he was holding and crumbs rained down on his lap  

“Feet off the table and please use a plate; what, since your girlfriend’s not here you think you can turn back into a Neanderthal?”  Jeremiah nudged Gabe’s knees and handed him a paper plate.  “And what’s this about Smith coming to Boston tomorrow?”

“He’s got a fucking dermatologist appointment.”  Rory couldn’t keep the disgust out of his voice.  “Getting a mole removed or some shit like that.”  

“Which means he’ll be in Boston  for an hour or two, tops, and then go back to Worcester.”  Avery stared at him unblinking, until Rory looked away.  

“Noa needs to know,” he said stubbornly.  “I’m not going to surprise her with this news tomorrow morning, once he’s already here.”  It was more than obvious to him, that Noa needed to have this information as soon as possible.  And then the two of them could stay home and watch movies or something, until the probation officer confirmed Smith was back in rehab.  Bake brownies maybe.  Or better yet, get out of Boston for the day.  They could drive east, away from Worcester and towards Cape Cod.  It wasn’t really the season, but that meant there wouldn’t be traffic.

Avery wouldn’t give up though.  “Why does she need to know?”

“Because I’m not keeping something that big from her!” Rory didn’t quite yell but almost.  “Holy shit, Morrison, you of all people understand that the more we know the safer we are.”

“Why isn’t Noa safe? Do we need to go find her?” Gabe put his plate of pizza on the table and stood up.  “I’m coming too.”  Rory smiled gratefully at his friend.   

“Noa’s fine,” said Avery with a touch of impatience.   “And to be honest, Landis, I’m a little offended that you’re not listening to me right now.  You trust me with your life, don’t you?  Why not with Noa’s?” 

Oof, that stung, and he knew Avery could tell. But before Rory could try to find the words to explain - not that he was sure what he was going to say- Gabe barked out a laugh.

“Because Rory and Noa work best when Rory’s being a little bit nuts about her.  And Noa loves it; has since she was like 15.”  He punched Rory on the arm.  “Do we need to go beat someone up?”

“No one needs to get beaten up.”  Avery sighed heavily.  “Jeremiah, a little help here?  Can you tell your friend all the reasons he doesn’t need to extract his girlfriend from her night out with her friends?  Come up with something medical if you need to.”  

Jeremiah walked over.  “Rory, sit down; you don’t need to find Noa right now.”  

Rory recognized what Drew called Jeremiah’s “operating room voice”  It accepted no argument or debate, although he didn’t use it a lot with their friends.  Rory and Avery had a similar tone they used in tense work situations.  It had just been easy for Rory to ignore Avery tonight, he was just repeating the same arguments he’d been making for a week.  

Jeremiah was a different story.  Rory was used to listening to him when it came to Noa, but that was mostly because it usually had to do with her health.  This was different, and Rory wasn’t ready to give in.  

“She needs to know, Jer, come on. We’ve been telling her all week that Smith’s staying in Worcester.  And now he’s coming to Boston.”  Gabe was still standing, waiting to see what was going to happen, but Avery had sat back down, clearly signaling he would not be going to the bar with Rory tonight.  Jeremiah looked torn.

“You can tell her,” he allowed.  “Tonight when she gets home; that’s plenty of time.”  Jeremiah sat down too, apparently satisfied with his decision.

Rory looked across the room.  “Drew?  What do you think?”

The nurse held up his hands. “Don’t ask me; I’m Switzerland.”

“Fine.  Fine.”  Rory stomped into the kitchen where Jeremiah and Drew kept their bourbon.  Fuck beer.  Part of him wanted to just leave anyway. Noa would be tipsy and happy to see him and they could be together at the bar until he took her home.  She’d want to know Smith was coming to Boston, Rory was sure of it.

But even knowing he was right didn’t mean he wanted to argue with all of his friends.  After he poured himself a glass of bourbon and took a sip, he pulled out his phone.  

He knew it would be too noisy to call but she’d see his text on her Apple Watch and then she could go somewhere quieter to call him back.

R: Just found out that Damian Smith is coming to Boston tomorrow. Doctor appointment. Don’t worry.  We can go to Cape Cod or something fun. Love you.

It took almost five minutes for her to text back, during which Rory paced around the kitchen and tried not to envision Noa stressed and upset with a bunch of girls who wouldn’t understand.  He sent another message.

R: Do you want me to come get you?  I can be there in 20 minutes. Don’t worry. He’d have to surge price and Uber but that was okay.  

Finally Noa responded.  

N: I’m not worried.  Three dots appeared and disappeared twice before another message came through.

N: You don’t need to come; I’m having fun. Jacey’s in rare form and is probably going to need me to hold her hair back soon.  I love you too.

Rory frowned at his phone.  Had Noa read his first text right?  Without stopping to think more, he tapped out another message.

R: Did you see what I said about Smith?  I thought we could go somewhere tomorrow; maybe Cape Cod.  You could take photos.

This time Noa’s response came back quickly. 

N: I saw. And I said I’m not worried.  I need to go take care of Jacey now. Love you. 

R: text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll come by with an Uber.  If Noa was on puke duty with Jacey that meant someone else could handle making sure she got home.  Noa didn’t respond, and he grimaced in sympathy at the thought of his girlfriend crammed into a bathroom stall helping her friend while she threw up.  He slowly walked back into the living room.

“I’m staying,” he announced, taking off his jacket and picking up a piece of pizza. No one reacted, but when he finally sat down, Avery cleared his throat.

“What did Noa say?” he asked casually.  Rory turned to glare at him.

“She’s glad I told her,” he lied.  “I’m going to meet her at the bar later.” 11 would be a reasonable time to leave, he decided; the games would be almost over by then anyway.    

“Is she worried?” Jeremiah leaned in.  

Rory shrugged nonchalantly.  “I told her not to; we might go away tomorrow.  Cape Cod.”  

“In March?”  Drew shook his head.  “It’ll be freezing.”

“Hey I thought you were Switzerland,” Rory protested.  

“Not when it comes to frostbite,” the nurse said primly.  Jeremiah reached for another slice of pizza and Drew elbowed him out of the way to grab it first  “It’s mine,” he explained.  “I’m still getting my strength back from the stomach flu.”

“By the number of slices you’ve eaten tonight you should be as strong as the Hulk soon,” commented Jeremiah dryly.  He ducked when Drew tried to hit him with a pillow.  

“I guess we’re not going to beat anyone up at the bar,” sighed Gabe.  “Hand me another beer, will you?”

The tension in the room eased.  Avery started talking to Rory about one of their new cases - weapons dealing - and everyone ate brownies Noa had sent. Rory kept subtly checking his phone and finally texted a quick how’s Jacey? a little before ten.  

A couple of minutes later he got a thumbs up emoji in return.  There were no more messages after that, and by 10:45 Rory was too antsy to keep watching basketball.  

“I’m going to meet Noa at the bar,” he decided.  “Anyone else?”  

Gabe was going to Logan’s, no surprise, and Jeremiah and Drew quickly declined the invitation to leave their home to hang out in a straight bar.  Avery hesitated.  

“I think I’m going to crash at Jack’s; he’s only two blocks from here,” he said finally.  Rory and Avery’s third partner, Jack Yu, had moved his family into a renovated Cambridge brownstone six months earlier.  

That made it easier for Rory.  He texted Noa and got in the Uber, and was already across the river when her reply came through.

N: After we take Jacey home, Rhyan and I are going to sleep at Julia’s.  She lives in the same building.  She and Rhyan and I are going to do some work tomorrow on the new treatment groups we’re starting.  I should be home by 1. Love you.

Rory pushed down a sudden spike of panic as he tried to remember what kind of building Julia and Jacey lived in.  Did it have a doorman? Julia’s apartment wouldn’t be on the first floor, would she?”  He quickly texted back.

R: Remember what I said about Damian Smith coming to Boston tomorrow?  Text me in the morning and I’ll come pick you up.  You and Rhyan and Julia can work here.

The next reply was almost immediate.

N: Boston’s a big city, Rory. I’m not worried about running into him at the corner Starbucks.  Really, I’ll be fine.

Rory wished he’d just gone to the bar two hours ago like he’d wanted.  If he had, Noa would be with him right now, not about to wander through the city to stay at someone else’s apartment overnight. But short of showing up there and insisting Noa come home with him, there wasn’t anything he could do.   

“Sleep well, I love you,” he texted instead.  And then he couldn’t help but add “Text me in the morning; I’ll bring you all coffee.” It took a while for Noa to respond and Rory paced around their condo, waiting for confirmation that they’d made it safely to Julia’s.  Finally she texted back. 

N: Love you too. Normally she’d send a couple of emojis too, but no matter how long Rory stared at his phone, it stayed dark.  

He slept terribly. Not having Noa in his bed made him restless on an ordinary night, but now Rory found it almost impossible to turn off his brain.  Too many possibilities swam through his mind, of all the ways Damian Smith could figure out to get to Noa tomorrow.  And logically he knew most of them were unlikely, but logic wasn’t in control at 2 in the morning, or 3, or 4.  Instead he paced, staring at his phone and telling himself not to text Noa. Finally, at 5 am he fell into an uneasy sleep on the sofa, trying not to think about what had happened to his girlfriend the last time she’d napped in that same spot.  If Rory had been home that day, none of this mess would have happened. 

When Rory woke up, the sun was shining through their front windows and his phone said it was 10:30 in the morning.  There was a single text from Noa from an hour earlier that had Rory off the sofa, into his clothes, and out the door in less than ten minutes:

N: Hope you had fun with the boys last night.  Heading to the hospital with Julia and Rhyan to do some planning work there - we need those huge sticky note pads, lol.  I should be home around one. Love you. 

Fuck Fuck Fuck.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+.MDNI. Part Ⅱ.

It's been 2 weeks, since step 1 of your body exploration project, Bakugou still refuses to call it that, instead insisting it's just horny hormones possessing you both, despite it, all he can think about is you, your pliant body, laying on the floor as he explored your chest.

He couldn't get the image of you out of his head, late night thoughts spent on wondering what you looked like underneath all the clothing, he understood your curiosity now.

"When are you free this week?" He spoke, breaking the silence in your office, you quirk your eyebrow at him, silently asking him for an explanation.

"I am not free till Saturday," You rummage through your drawers, "but I do have 2 days off after that," you pull out a crumbled paper, which had your schedule for the month. "Why though?"

He let's out a deep breath, wondering if he should ask you about the arrangement you both had, on one hand he didn't want to come across as some kind of degenerate looking for nearest and quick fuck and on the other hand, he rubbed his cock raw with your face in his mind.

You watch him closely, his face getting more constipated with each second. "When are we gonna continue that?" He blurts eventually, facing heating up as you continue to stare at him in confusion.

"Continue what?"

He groans, hands coming to rub his temple, he contemplated running away in that moment, at least he knows you still haven't figured out what he is asking for, he takes his chance, "You know, showing each other..." His voice quietens towards the end of his sentence, although you instantly understand what he was asking, you still tilt your head in faux confusion, furrowing your eyebrows to emphasize your non existent dilemma.

"Ugh!" He grunts, "I want to see your cunt!" He almost yelled, instantly cringing and wondering if someone outside the office may have heard him.

You press your lips towards, trying and failing to stifle a laugh, the giggle escapes, "Jeez, Suki, way to be subtle." You tease him a little, enjoying his flustered appearance.

"Don't," he sucks in a deep breath, "don't fucking bring it up."

"I am free tonight." You put him out of his misery, showing him the light at the end of a dark tunnel and eventually your pussy.

His nods his head, not meeting your eyes, "I'll pick you up at 7." Before he brisks out the office.

-----

It's almost 9 pm when you get done with dinner, something bakugou insisted he cooks for you before you both perform step 2 of body exploration project, it warmed your heart a little, warmed your pussy alot.

Despite all the teasing you put him through while he cooked, you were the one dripping, excited to finally see him.

He snarls, face scrunched up as he examines you sitting criss crossed on him bed, face supported by your hands as you waited for him to strip, "Why the fuck do I strip down while you stay clothed?" He argued, arms crossed.

You scoff, leaning back on your elbows, "If I remember correctly," you cock your head slightly, "I took my shirt off last time, so fairly you should be next," you wave around your hand, gesturing towards him legs, "so pants off, peaches."

He gets your point, but that doesn't really help his situation, he slowly strips off his pants then his underwear, he was hard, had been hard for weeks now, the vivid images of you, making his cock drool with precum.

He watches your reaction, the widening of your eyes, how they locked on his dick making it twitch, the slight parting of your lips, he hopes it's good enough for you, "Done oogling?" He snarls, trying to hide his nervousness, "whore." He spits out, it's harmless, not even an insult you know it too.

"For you, always." You wink at him cheekily, teasing smile painted in your face, as you crawl over to the end of the bed, coming in to take a closer look. "Do you mind sitting down, I kinda wanna see it from all angles."

"Ehh! The fuck do you mean see from all angles." He groans, every second with your eyes on him, pushing him closer to shooting his load, he is scared that he'll end up spraying without touching his cock.

"Wanna observe it Suki," You looked up at him from where you kneeled on the bed, "Can I touch you?" You ask, mouth watering at the sight of him, he sure did clean shave everything, he nods his head in response, too shocked to say anything else, "Words Suki, say it out load." You mean it as consent, he follows it like a command.

"Yes, fucking touch me," he groans when your hands instantly come to hold his waist, swaying slightly as you get close enough, that he feels your breath on his skin.

"It's really pretty, Suki" You examine him, dainty fingers coming to wrap around the base of his cock, he stutters, hips bucking forward unconsciously, you hear him mumble out an apology, his hand pressed up against his mouth, to stop the moans from leaking out.

It however can't stop the leaking of his cock, precum oozes out, it's thick, you could mistake it for come, "Is it always this wet?" You queried, thumbing at his slit, pinching your fingers together, his pre stringing.

"Shut. Up." He whined, before thick cum shoots out if his cock, you are fast enough to not let it get in your eye, but not fast enough to stop it from landing on your lips and lower.

Everything stills for a moment, you stare ahead, at his cock, your hand still wrapped around his base as he continues to twitch. He can't meet your eyes anymore. He thinks it's all over, that you'll realise what a loser he is, what he doesn't expect is for you to lick away at you thumb, fingers moving to collect more cum as you clean away all of it.

You catch is expression, "What?" You pout, "It's part of the exploration," you clean the remaining strings with your t-shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side.

He stood still, processing what just happened, he dick still twitching as he finally moved to kneel between your legs, hands slowly coming to rest on your thighs.

"Excited to see my pussy, Suki?" You voice is low, mind hazy with his fingers so close to your cunt, you lift your legs, pulling off your short, plain white panties coming into the view something you chose for the night.

"It's so fucking wet." His hand moved to the back of your thighs, lifting them slightly, as he stared at the almost see through spot.

"It's cause of you." Your speech is little slurred, words coming out slow as your brain tried to imagine what he would feel like against your hard little clit.

"I better fix it then."

Oh, how the tables were suddenly turned.

Divider by @/diviniyae

[luvst4rc0r3]

“Slave”

Jinx x F!Reader

WARNINGS: Minor cursing, Angst, SELF HARM

WORD COUNT: 1607

NOTE: Reader has a grown up too fast. NOT PROOFREAD!!

PT.2

You loved your life. I was peaceful now. Compared to years before. You had Jinx, Isha, and your son, Micheal. Life is good now. You spent years of working 2 jobs to take care of your son and you “old family”

Since both of your parents were gone you had to step up as a parent even if you weren’t the oldest. You took care of every single one of your siblings. You cleaned the house, made food, and made sure you planned events accordingly. You were a mother. But you didn’t want to be. It was forced upon you.

Sure you would have not taken care of Micheal. Sure you could’ve not taken care of the rest of your siblings.

But if you didn’t then they would be helpless, and you were too kind to let them suffer with the loss of both of your parents.

You were happy for a while. But you had a breaking point. You were treated like a slave. You were expected to do everything. To keep everything together like tape. Even so…tape can break.

You were done but you knew you had to keep going on for your son. He was your life, your pride, the reason you’re still here.

You tried so hard to tape your’s and your son’s life but you just can’t. It was too much for you. All of the cooking, cleaning, scolding you had to do. And not even a thank you from anyone. You never heard a thank you from anyone you took care of. From your friends to your son, I mean how can you blame him when he was a baby, he eventually learned to say thank you, but even to your own flesh and blood. Your siblings never said “thank you” just took you for granted. You got used to it. It hurt but what could you do?

Till you met Jinx. You are working for Silco. A debt collector. You collected debt from people and places. You also were a minor nurse. From all the experience as a “mother” you were the perfect fit.

Jinx had a fever and since it wasn’t a major injury, Silco put you on the job to take care of her. So you did, you never expected a thank you. I mean it was Zaun. People don’t have manners. All they know how to do is fight.

But Jinx. She always appreciated you even if it didn’t seem like she did. Since the moment you took care of her. She may have not said “thank you” but you knew you were appreciated. You were right?

She made it her goal to care for you like you cared for her fever. So every time you went out to settle a debt she was right behind you making sure you were never hurt. Even though you can take care of yourself she just wants to be sure.

That leads you to start dating. Micheal liked her. I mean what kid wouldn’t like an adult who built them cool stuff. Can when Jinx had Isha you would be at her hideout 25/8 now that she and Micheal were friends.

You liked this life. Sure it has some bumps. Like you untalked about trauma and her hallucinations. You still love her.

One night though was particularly bad.

You were playing with Isha and Micheal while was…um…doing whatever at her work station. You were worried for her. She hadn’t gotten any sleep recently, also not eating that much.

When Isha and Micheal were getting settled down for just playing cards with each other you decided to go over to Jinx making sure she was ok.

“Hey hun, I recently saw that you haven’t been getting sleep or eating well. Why not take a break? To take your mind off of everything.”

“No not right now, pretty. I'm working on something.” She doesn’t even glance at you; her full attention is on the device she is making.

“Jinx this is not healthy please. I’m begging you take a break” you plead with her

“Doll not right now” she says firmly.

“Jinx you have to-“ before you can finish you hear her yell

“OH MY GOD! Why can’t you mind your damn business for once in your life! You’re hovering over everything I do. Nagging me what to do and what not to do! You’re just useless. Just leave me alone.”

That made you stop in your tracks. Nagging? Hovering? Useless? Jinx never said these words to you. It reminds you of how your siblings treated you. Like trash.

“Fine…” you started, “Micheal we are leaving,” you said firmly. Isha was immediately against the idea, shaking her head no and so was Michael.

“Just let the kid stay the damn night. You don’t have to dictate the kid’s life along with mine” Jinx stated coldly.

…

“Fine”

With that you turned around and left.

Your arrival to your apartment didn’t take that long. But the weight of everything came crashing down the second you shut the door. You came crashing down, sobbing.

You were sick. Sick of everyone treating you like you were too insignificant to waste their breath on. Sick of everyone taking you for granted.

You were just sobbing on the ground. Too tired to get up, too tired for anything. You eventually get up not to sleep, not go to the bathroom, you just grabbed a knife and alcohol then plopped yourself on the couch. You returned to your old habits. Of self harm and booze. You didn’t count how many times that knife went over your wrist and ankles. Too many to count.

You eventually pass out.

When you wake up you go to get Micheal but when you get there he begs (and Isha too) you to let her stay for multiple days since she has done it before. You were too tired to care that you said yes on 2 conditions. You go to the hideout once a day to make sure they were fine and that you would make the meals that they could eat because you doubt that Jinx gave them good food to eat. They agree and hug you before you turn and leave.

The next 2 weeks were spent in this order:

wake up with a hangover and lose of blood

Go over to Jinx’s hideout to make sure Micheal and Isha were alive, then give them food.

Go to work

Go to the bar to drink.

Go to a convenience store to get more alcohol and food for the kids.

Come home

drink and self harm till you pass.

That was your routine for a whole 2 weeks. Never breaking the schedule. You didn’t care anymore. You were too tired.

Since you were too tired you didn’t realize 2 kids were following you. They watched your routine for a couple days seeing that you were done with life and had no hope. They felt bad.

Jinx on the other hand. It looked like she was doing fine but inside she was slowly dying. The voices got to her but she ignored them while working. She never wanted to admit it, she missed you. Missed how you tell her to take care of herself, she missed your voice, your scent, your touch. Her ego was too big for her to admit it though.

Her routine for those 2 weeks were:

wake up

maybe eat something

make sure the 2 kids were alive

start working

Work until she crashed

Eventually the 2 kids realize that nothing would change unless they did anything.

So they convinced Jinx to apologize to you when you came over.

When you came over the next day they dragged you inside where Jinx was looking at her waiting.

she sighs when she sees you then turns to her work while talking “I’m sorry for the way I treated you a couple weeks ago” it sounded so half assed. Like it was written out for her. Wait.

You noticed a paper right next to her. In the children's handwriting it wrote exactly what she said. You were beyond pissed

Your lover didn’t even want to look at you while she talked from a script. You were too insignificant for her.

Everything you had been taping up for the past 2 weeks broke.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Now that got her attention.

“Excuse me?”

“Are you dumb? The the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled not letting her speak.

“You're not even looking at me while you talk from a script that you didn’t even make!”

“So? It's not like you do anything except nag.” She stated, not really caring.

“So? Did you just say so? I don’t do anything?” You were so stunned.

“I work day and night to take care of not only the kids but your ass too!” You continue yelling, “I work so hard to make sure we are fine financially. Not only that I put food on the table, comfort you when you are having a panic attack, take care of the kids when you don't want to, I make sure they eat, sleep, and breathe. I even make sure you eat, sleep, and breathe too!” “You don’t have to do that” “if I don’t do that then who will?! Certainly not you. You can’t even get up to wash your hair some days. You make me do it. Who would take care of the kids?! Not you. You can’t even provide them a decent meal! You can’t even afford one.”

She was stunned. She hates how she knew you were right. How the only reason she is alive is because you have taken care of her. She never even thanked you.

“So I’m sorry…” you started crying, “if I nag and dictate your life. If you don’t want me in it then fine.”

For once you put yourself first. You took Micheal’s hand and walked out, never turning back. You didn’t know if you were even going to get back with Jinx again.

HEYY!!! Guys I wrote this while I was pissed at my brother so idk if I want to read this. BUTTTT if YALL want a pt2 I can do it (I’ll probably do it either way)

But ya.

I want food

[daily-trey]

...I'm glad that everyone is safe at least.

[shycloudkitty]

Just a little touch

Summary: You have been in a friends with benefits relationship with Leon for almost two years. After one of your *stress relief* sessions with Leon, things start to change between you both when he takes one small step in opening himself.

Pairing: RE6 Leon Kennedy! × Fem! Reader

Tags: Mentions of sex in some parts, pure fluff, drinking, angst with lots of comfort.

A/N: Hello guys! I am so so excited for my first fic ever!!! I am so happy rn. Happy new year to you all🥰🥰🥰. Hope you all enjoy this!! Don't forget to show your appreciation by liking it, commenting on it and reblogging on it. A huge thanks to @nexysworld @luniaxi @elfven-blog @kennedyswhore for encouraging me🥰🥰🥰.

Words in bold and italics are Leon thoughts. Like this…

Also guys there's only one sentence which is only in bold and not italics so be careful about it. 🤭🤭

Word count : 5.2K

The room was warm after the shared moments between you and him. Sheets crumpled, Hair messed up, scent of sweat and sex still lingering in the air a little bit. You were lying in bed sleeping and resting yourself after one of many wonderful moments you had with Leon.

Your eyes flutter open slightly and you stretched your arms a bit. As you did you realised he wasn’t lying beside you… That definitely you woke up. Even if he wasn’t that much into cuddling he still used to be beside you. You frowned and sighed tiredly then slowly sat up. Looking around the room you rubbed your face to get the sleepiness out of you. Two years of doing this and by now you could probably guess what he was doing by now.

Probably needed a drink.

That’s what he usually did…You knew after sex he tended to be a bit *disconnected* his mood used to be off. After you guys were done and saw him spacing out, you often used to hold his hand, squeezing it gently and kissing his cheek lightly. He used to give a small smile and sometimes… you did catch him blushing once in a while which was adorable.

You slowly got up from bed and stretched your arms above your head and sighed softly. You wore your shirt and your shorts. And made your way towards the living room.

There he was… Reaching up to his liquor cabinet and taking out one of his whiskey bottles. His back turned to you. Wearing one of his blue shirts and grey sweatpants. You swear you never saw that cabinet empty, sometimes it was even more stocked than his fridge.

He took one of the glasses and poured himself a drink. “Want anything to drink?” His gruff voice echoed in the room. He didn’t had to look up and turn his back to see you were awake. His senses were sharp after all.

You walk towards him and lean against the counter and smile at him. “Sure… Would love one right now…” You never liked it when he used to just get so lonely. You just wanted to help him… a little bit. It was hard not to care for a guy like him.

He sets a second glass In front of you and pours some for you. Still looking pretty unphased. He finally looks up at you and passes you the glass. You could see it in his eyes that he was there… but not there at the same time. But you knew him long enough, had an understanding of each other, even if he’s not openly emotional, he appreciates the company.

You decided to break the ice when you just saw him staring at you… spacing out a bit. You gave one of your playful smiles and in a teasing tone asked. “Why the long face? Am I really that terrible in bed?” taking a sip of your drink.

He doesn’t take well to teasing sometimes, but that gets a rare chuckle out of him. “Maybe” he teases back.

You scoff lightly, giving him an offended look and playfully say “Ouch. Didn’t know we were giving each other reviews… want me to give you one?”

He chuckles again and with a cocky smirk says. “I guess it will be 10 out of 10 considering how much I had you begging for more at the end of it.” His voice sultry.

More like 11 out of 10 but who’s counting anyways?

You scoff and look away to hide your flustered face. “You… are insufferable.” Not wanting to admit the fact he was right.

Leon chuckles for a while, his mood slightly better but after a moment he sighs and says. “Just… been thinking.” He usually didn’t admit what he was feeling at the moment always kept his true feelings and face hidden.

You look up at him and softly said “About work?” He nods and that’s all you get. He walks over to the couch and sits down with a light huff “Mmhmm”.

You sit beside him on the couch and slowly ask “Is it important or just overthinking”. He looks down at his drink, thinking. He sighs. “Bit of both, really…” He chuckles lightly. He can’t deny how right you were. It’s eating at him a bit.

There’s a stretch of silence between you two after that. Leon looking at his drink and taking a small sip of it while you sit beside him thinking how to comfort him on that. Like… What do you even say to the person who had a much rougher life than any normal person had? After much thinking, you then scoot closer to him and gently pat his back and give him a soft smile. You don’t know if that action was awkward or comforting. You looked like you were patting a sad child. But you didn’t know what else to do & you really wanted to be there for him.

He was surprised a bit, looking over at you he couldn’t help himself but smile at your action. It did help him, even a little bit. “I just…” He stops, a hint of pain in his voice. “I just wish I could tell you…everything.”

What? Did he really said that? Did he really felt like that? Your eyes widened and you stopped smiling momentarily. That was so unusual of him… You then slowly regained your composure and slowly asked him. “Oh so… do you wanna talk about it?”.

“No” He replied almost too quickly, shaking his head. “I mean…Look, I can’t.” And gulps down his whiskey in one go like it was water. He’s never quite been this… vulnerable around you before. It’s like he’s a little taken aback at his own actions.

You still smile at him and kiss his cheek lightly. “That’s okay…” He can’t help a slight blush, before looking away. “…Thanks.” God was he awkward.

He sighs, looking over at his liquor cabinet. He considers getting another drink. He gets up and glances at you briefly for a second and says. “I’m gonna…go get a refill.” “Want anything else?” He asked.

Now that you think about it, you could use something to eat. “Mmm… yeah I am a bit hungry.”

He nods and says “Hungry, huh? I’ll order us some food.” He grins a bit as he walks away, heading towards the kitchen. “We can watch a movie till it gets here.” He says, over his shoulder and pours himself another drink.

You chuckle lightly and say in a light hearted manner. “Uh huh.. A movie you say? Which one?”

Leon stops for a moment, his back still facing you and simply say. “Horror movie. I wanna scare you a bit.” You groan and he glances over his shoulder at you smiling. “Or maybe I should be the scared one?” Chuckling a bit at his own words. “I know you love horror stuff.”

No you don’t. At what part of you hiding your face behind a pillow whenever a jumpscare comes and scares the shit out of you, was loving ‘horror stuff’? You roll your eyes and look at him raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh come on…You just wanna watch me scream. That’s what you really like.”

You mentally face palm yourself as you realize what you just said and watch as he smirks and starts to say. “I mean I do make you scream whenever you are here so…”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he laughed seeing your reaction. You groaned. Him and his cheesiness. “I didn’t mean it that way and you know it… You are such a big meanie.”

He chuckled and poured himself his third drink and doesn’t turn around and sarcastically says “Am not. I’m a big softie.” A big smirk present on his face.

“And hey, I’ll let you choose the movie. So go ahead. Pick it out.” Coming back to the couch and taking his phone out to place order for two pizzas which doesn’t take long to order as he does remember your favourite. It wasn’t like this was first movie night you guys had. You used to have them whenever he was bored or wanted to keep his mind off things. Eating pizza or ramen while you rambled to him about your day while he patiently just listened to each word. Although… you both soon got distracted and moved things to the bedroom… so it will always ended on a splendid note.

You laugh and teasingly say. “Ohh… don’t give me that much power or I will make you watch a chick flick with me.”

He laughed and looked up at her and gave her a dramatically sigh. “I mean, I could suffer through it. You’re worth it.” He grins when he watches you blush and shyly look away.

He was never going to admit it out loud but he loved making you blush, watching that rose pink colour slowly filled your cheeks. He always thought that it suited you. And he didn’t even had to do much, he could compliment you anytime and you would shyly look away trying to show his words weren’t affecting you but the colour on your cheeks told him everything that needed to know.

He then shrugs and says. “But really, I’ve never been all that scared of horror.” As if to prove his point, he pulls his sleeves back a little, revealing claw marks and scars on his forearm. “I’ve been through a lot worse than a jumpscare and some spooky music.” Chuckling a bit at the end.

You bit your lip and looked at his forearm with a sense of pity. There were old scars which had faded replaced by new ones. You knew he used to work in DSO and fought bioweapons. Yeah he told you, reluctantly when you probed him about his job. But that was it. He never ever shared on what he had to go through in his job. And honestly looking at it… you really couldn’t even begin to imagine on what he had to see or face through.

And it isn’t really the first time seeing them but looking up at them close…That was different. You slowly bring your hand and gently trace his scars with your fingers. A bit curious how they were formed in the first place. You looked up at him concern visible in your eyes.

He doesn’t say a word at your touch. He notices your hesitation but was too focused on the fact that you touched them willingly. Don’t you find them ugly? It’s not like they were pretty to look at. He doesn’t often show anyone his scars, and he’s never quite let you touch them before. He looks down at you, surprised at your curiosity over them. Looking back down at your touch again, not quite knowing what to do or say. Should he have stopped you? He thinks to himself.

You then hesitantly asks. “...Is that what you always go through?” Your voice low as you tried to imagine the horrors he had to go through.

His eyes follow your touch as you continue with it. He watches you with a sort of silent disbelief as you ask your question. To him, his work is just…normal. But you look at him like you just asked him the world. He sighs and says. “I've been in plenty of bad situations, yeah,” he chuckles lightly and sips his drink. “But its… it’s what I do. Someone’s gotta do it.”

You removed your hand as he started to roll down his sleeves a bit hurriedly, hiding them away before you asked something else. You look up at him and say. “Must be hard… that’s very brave of you…” you were a bit surprised on how casual he was about all this. But all he did was shrug and reply “I can’t really say I’m brave, just doing my job. Like I said, someone’s gotta do it.”

He drains his glass, looking at it and scoffing to himself a bit and replies. “But Thanks…” sensing the topic was over you didn’t probe him further than that.

Soon his door bell rings and he gets up to receive the order. Comes back and sets down the boxes. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. “Wanna eat and choose the movie?”

You chuckle and nod. “Sounds good…” You pass him your glass to refill it and he does that. Keeping the bottle on the coffee table as you browsed on Netflix on what to watch. “So how about conjuring..?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Pick something scary. That’s nothing.”

You frown at him and say. “Hey that’s scary…” Leon shakes his head and takes the remote. “Give me that…” and starts browsing.

You scoff and try to take back the remote and say. “No way, last time you chose hereditary and I had to sleep with lights on that night.”

Leon doesn’t give back the remote and say. “Well I won’t choose that then. What about midsommar?”

Your eyes widen and try to take back the remote again and say. “No way, give me that. I hate cult movies.”

After 10 minutes of you guys fighting on which movie to see. You both decide to watch IT. Which already has you hiding your face behind a cushion. He chuckles seeing you that way and pats your knee lightly and puts an arm around you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let that clown take you down the drain with him and make you float.”

You chuckle and teasingly say. “Aww… will you keep me safe and tucked away from him?”

Leon rolls his eyes and chuckles. He replies sarcastically. “Yeah yeah I will…be your knight in shining armor.” Looking at you with a cocky smirk which had you giggling.

You shake your head and eat your slice and so does he as you relax and watch the movie. He looks over at you as you hide your face in his shoulder when it got scary, peeking a little bit to watch the screen not wanting to miss it. He smiled to himself.

You were really so cute to him… so innocent and sweet. Sometimes all he wanted was to tuck you away in a safe place and watch over you, keeping a sweet thing like you away from every horrific things he had witnessed.

“Are you cozy?” he asks suddenly. But your body language gives it away-he can tell you’re comfortable. He feels his heart pound in his chest as he feels something fuzzy inside. What am I even doing?. It was clear that he was enjoying this too but he really didn’t wanna show that he was enjoying this too much. You smile and nod.

“Yeah It’s really cozy… you make a really cozy pillow you know.” Chuckling softly at him. He chuckles too finding your description of him amusing.

“Oh am I?” His gaze returns to the screen. He was definitely trying to be flirty as he felt his cheeks warm up a bit. But a nagging feeling deep inside his mind just keeps eating him. This is…dangerous. Can’t stay like this for longer.

While his mind runs wild with all the chaotic thoughts bubbling over while you were looking at the same forearm which had rolled up a bit giving another peek at his scars. You couldn’t help but get distracted by it. His whole attitude about how this was just work and how aloof he was about the whole ordeal. It just didn’t sit right with you. He couldn’t be numb to all of this… or was he? You think for a moment. He never got this close. Like never. And you never forced him either, it’s not like you were obligated to know about his work or nightmares…or his demons.

Your curiosity bubbled over and slowly brought your hand and shifted his sleeves a bit more to look at them. Doing it slowly so to not disturb him in that moment. And gently tracing small, slow circles on one of the scars.

His eyes widened a bit and looks down at your slow touch, calming him down almost instantly and pulling him to reality and away from his drowning thoughts. Your gentle touch, the circles you create. He feels a warm sensation run up his arm, and he suddenly feels… odd. He looks over at you, but can’t meet your gaze for more than a few seconds before he looks back down. He stares at your hand touching his arm, not moving away or resisting. His heart pounds faster. He doesn’t feel cold anymore. He feels too warm. It’s hard not to melt under your touch. You then ask him softly. “You never allowed me to touch them like this before...” your gaze fixed at the scars.

This will never be ‘normal' to you. Will never make you think like this wasn’t a big deal or that the things he used to do weren’t ‘brave' or that it was 'just a job’. Even lasting this long in this field was an achievement in itself. This job took so much away from him… but he’s still standing... But at what cost?

“I didn’t want you to be worried, that’s all. Like I said, it’s… normal to me. Like any other day.” He tries to brush it off and return his focus to the movie. But he can’t help but find himself sneaking glances at his arm. And your fingers making slow, even circles on his skin. He feels his stomach sinking, but he doesn’t fight it like he usually would…

You shake your head and look up at him. Biting your lip a bit and softly whispering. “No… I mean… you didn’t let me touch them like this… is that the only reason you didn’t let me touch them before?”

Leon swallows, realizing what you’re trying to say. He looks back at your hand looking at your loving touch, his heart pounding in his chest was not helping him either. And he wonders If she’s this intimate with me… Why did I try to shut it down earlier? Is this how it feels?

“Were you… Afraid? That I would judge you?” Your soft voice bringing him to reality once more and making him think about that answer. Torn between telling you the truth or lying to avoid being vulnerable further and be dismissive about it.

But maybe it was your voice that gave his poor soul a hope that someone gave a damn about him, your eyes which were curious but also concerned for him or your soothing touch which had some miraculous power to be able to quiet down his anxiety and trauma driven thoughts. So he opens up. Just once.

He's silent for a few more moments and nods. “… yeah. I was.” He says after a while, his voice quiet. He looks down at your fingers again thinking why would you even bother making him feel better about himself. “You've never been close… like this with me… so… intimate.” He murmurs. “I was scared to let you get this close, I… I wanted it. But I…” He doesn’t need to complete that sentence, you can guess what he means.

He feels a soft peck on his cheek, feeling your soft lips lingering there for a moment. Just a little kiss to calm down his nervousness. And it works… he’s distracted that you did it but also so grateful. He looks over at you, still not used to expressing your attraction to him in these intimate ways. He blushes slightly, a look of soft confusion on his face once more, but he doesn’t seem to mind this time.

“Right…” He mumbles, glancing back at the screen and getting shy. He was so awkward he couldn’t express himself like you could but he also wanted to show you he cared so he brought you close just a little bit as your head was still resting on his shoulder and leaned into you slightly. It’s only a bit. Just enough to get a response, but not too much that he’s pushing the line.

You noticed his efforts and looked up at him with a smile. You couldn’t help but admire the way his hair fell perfectly across his face some of it concealing his blush but just enough to reveal he was blushing and was shy. And his icy blue eyes that shows that he isn’t completely numb to everything life has to offer…

You scoot closer to him almost cuddling with him. And squeeze his arm gently and touches his scars again but this time drawing small stars on them. “Is this uncomfortable?”

He tries not to make a sound afraid that he might ruin this moment. As he feels all these new feelings flow through him making his heart skip a few beats. His body language is soft and comfortable with you.

He swallows and shakes his head. “…no. It’s nice.” He mumbles. He doesn’t move away, or push your hand off him. He then looks down at your hand drawing stars around his scars and sighed softly. A soft smile on his face. He then looks back at the screen but his thoughts focused on you. The movie was almost finished but you both continued to watch it in comfortable silence. He’s always been a nervous guy, but these nerves are the good kind.

You then slowly stop drawing stars and gently hold his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and he feels like his heart could burst out of his chest right now. Feeling your skin on his, your warmth flowing into his soul. He looks at the movie, then at you. How did we get here? When did things… change? Is this for the better or worse? Why even care for a monster like him? He wonders. He looks at your hands intertwined in his. And he swallows hard. He doesn’t pull away, or move your hand. He lets it happen.

“Can I ask you something?” your soft voice comes through and he looks down at you. He nods without hesitation, his head still facing the screen even if the movie was finished and credits were rolling. “Go ahead.” He says, his voice low but still soft.

You clear your throat. You were a bit nervous to ask this questions cause well…it was personal. “You know you don’t have to answer it or anything but I am just curious…Umm…On your missions. Did it ever feel like you won’t return?”

He thinks for a moment, then softly chuckles. “Once or twice…” He mumbles still not facing you. “But I guess when you do this every day… you get used to it.” He swallows hard and sighs. “I have…considered it before though.” He says after a few moments. What would my funeral be like? He had wondered before. Would you even care enough to show up for the last time? Will there be other people there singing how great he was like they did now or would he be tossed aside like trash and replaced by someone young and better, forgotten by all of his peers? Would you just… move on to someone else without giving him a second thought? He shook his head to toss aside those thoughts but he couldn’t. They plagued his mind day and night like a curse.

You nod listening to his words, seeing him space out once more in his thoughts. You then softly say. “And what did it felt like… when you actually returned home? When you thought it was probably your last day on earth… What did it felt like when you came back?” you imagined he was relieved of course but you wanted to listen to him.

You were probably the first person who actually cared enough to ask what he ‘felt’ after & during those awful, god-forsaken missions. You were also the first one who wanted to listen to his story who wouldn’t dismiss him saying ‘this is part of the job’ or ‘everyone goes through this… suck it up’. No you were more kind hearted than that and he couldn’t help but slowly succumb to that kindness.

He swallows hard, glancing at you. He closes his eyes for a moment to think about your question, your hand still intertwining his. Giving him something to ground himself and calm him down. He sighs, and opens his eyes again.

“Relief.” He says simply.

“Relief that I’m not dead. Joy that I came back alive. And… and…” He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words – only to fail to find them. He looks down again looking at the joined hands.

You smile from his words and try to complete his sentence. “Grateful?”

He looks at you, considering your words for a moment. He looks back down and swallows hard and nods. “Yeah. Yeah, grateful. Definitely.” He chuckles, his voice soft and quiet. “And…” He pauses for a moment and adds. “Sometimes a little guilty.” He whispers, looking back at the screen.

That catches you a bit off guard. After all why would he feel guilty when he came back alive? Not expecting him to say of all things. And simply ask “Why?”

“Some of my teammates… they… never made it back. And I should be with them.” He glances back at you. “But I don’t want to be…” He says after a few moments.

He needs a hug. He looks at you, wanting to bury his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist and hold you tightly till your warmth envelops him and make him feel safe. But he feels awkward asking for it. Like…would you consider him a weirdo if he asked you for it? He looks away from you and tries not to show the fact he needed someone to just hold him.

You squeeze his hand gently not knowing how far you can go… afraid that he would pull back at any moment after opening so much to you. And softly said. “I am sorry about that…”

He looks down at your hand, your soft skin was a direct contrast when compared to his. His hands calloused and rough but that didn’t stop you from being gentle with him. He then nods, “Thanks.” He says softly and sighs a bit in relief. Feeling a bit better after talking about it.

But he couldn’t help but realize that he was falling for you just like this? And it all felt… so nice? Is that how it feels when you fall in love with someone?

You then look up at him and clear your throat once more. This time you more nervous cause you had a *small* confession to make. “Uhh… by the way… just so you know. I do care, wondering when you will be back. I always wish you come back in one piece.” A blush rising in your cheeks after saying that.

Leon looked down at you surprised and after few beats of silence he softly asks. “Really?” His expression soft and vulnerable.

Honestly, it was a bit hard for you to open up too. You both have never been so… emotionally close like this during the time you have been together. So it’s a bit unnerving but if he could open up so much, you could too.

With a smile you replied. “Well yeah… I mean who would tease me with their awful cheesy jokes when we have movie nights like these…” Trying to make the moment light-hearted with a bit of teasing.

Leon couldn’t help but laugh a bit from the comment and roll his eyes and says. “Yeah? That’s what I am for? Make you laugh with my ‘cheesy jokes'?”

You chuckled and playfully nodded. “Yes… obviously.”

“I can’t believe you are using me just for jokes.” Playfully narrowing his eyes at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh “Well… I can’t help it. I just love your jokes which make me roll my eyes and groan at how stupid they are...”

After a beat, you both share a laugh and Leon playfully says. “You are more cheesy than me.”

“Your fault by the way…” Making Leon smirk a little bit.

You rest your head back on his shoulder and sigh contentedly.

It feels better now that you both have talked about your ‘feelings'. Much more relaxed… Maybe feelings don’t have to be complicated. Walls that you both made back then to protect oneself from a possible heartbreak were slowly crumbling down and you didn’t seem to mind it and neither did he.

Leon sighs and softly says. “Thank you… By the way… I know I am not easy to be with…” Holding you closer and caressing your arm gently.

You shake your head and reply softly. “No, it’s not that… it’s okay. I am actually… okay…with how you are.”

“Really?” He asks, with glancing at you look at your expression. He swallows, his heart racing once more.

You bring your intertwined hands closer and press a kiss to the side of his hand and smile at him. “Yeah… I never found you difficult to be with. I am more myself when I am with you…” Your own heart races at your another small confession, which was huge to him.

Leon swallows, he was sure that you made his heart stop with your words and that little kiss. He looks away from you for a moment and takes a deep breath then looks back at you.

“You don’t find me difficult? A bit too much to be with? Am I…too much?” He asks, his words quiet. He doesn’t want to sound too needy but he is. But there’s no hiding that right now.

You then shake your head and gives him a small smile. “No… I mean.. I get it you know… your job is difficult and you need to be at your best at every moment… But even then, you are just the right amount.”

He blushes a deep red and tries to maintain an eye contact with you but can’t help but shy away. Can’t help but a surge of emotions flowing through his so called cold heart. Finding himself looking at your lush lips- and he struggles to say anything at the moment.

“Just the right amount? Not too much… not too little?” Leon asks cautiously still finding your words hard to believe. Some one who didn't find him too much. It had to a be a dream.

Is this real? Can this be real?

“Yeah you are…” You answer him honestly. And cup the side of his face and caress his jaw gently, softly whispered. “You are perfect to me.”

My heart…

“Can… can I kiss you?” He whispers to you.

“Yes…” You whispered back.

He doesn’t hesitates as soon as you say yes, He leans in and kisses you. Pressing his lips gently against yours. He’s so close you can feel the heat from his body as you kiss. It wasn’t like you never kissed each other… But this one gave you both intense butterflies and made your heart pound like crazy in your chest.

My god…

He pulls away after a moment, his lips soft. He looks back at you, your eyes meet his and tries to speak something but can’t find anything to say. Opening his mouth trying to form words after he kissed the love of his life but words just got stuck in his throat.

You smiled and cupped his face and kisses him on the forehead and softly whisper. “It’s okay… I know… Just relax with me for a moment…”

Wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly and he does the same. Hugging you back just as tightly and resting his forehead against yours. Kissing you softly on the forehead before softly whispering.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

PHEW. God I am nervous about this one... Wish you guys a very happy new year and enjoy the holidays. And I really hope this fanfic made your day! 🥰🥰🥰

Until next time❤

-Bella

[lemonqueentm]

Clover looked at their bullet wound. Any moment, Flowey would load their save… except, they weren’t dead. Not quite yet. Clover was expecting another shot to finish them off, but it never came. Starlo just stared at them, shocked at what he had done.

Ceroba ran to stop the fighting. But it was too late. She saw the terrified farm boy, gun still pointing at the child, soaked in their own blood, and knew exactly what happened. Ceroba ran to Clover, holding them in her arms. Starlo tried to speak, but couldn’t muster a word. Ceroba shed a single tear. Then, coldly, she dealt a final blow to end their pain.

“What? Why did you do that?” Starlo asked.

“They were going to die in a few minutes. It would have been cruel to make them suffer,” Caroba responded. Starlo took off his hat and put it against his chest in regretful tears.

Flowey relished in the entertainingly solemn moment, but revived Clover before they could even notice. This time, they were going to make sure to dodge.

[chipper-smol]

Scraggly guy who ain't having a great time

[scurvyboy]

wait were you serious about not liking gay people

[thesolaireslawyer]

Give Me A Random Character And Chose Wisely.

[bellysoupset]

Invitation

Angelina had been in Welton for a week now, ever since dropping off Sophia at the bus station after leaving Boston. Or rather, been dropped off... How did she explain that Sophia had been the one catching a ride with her, but done all the driving?

Whatever, she didn't particularly like the girl anyway. Jonah had vouched for her, saying she was the sister of one of his close friends and Leo had pinched in saying Angie would be fine, but none of them had warned her that Sophia was a handful, except for Luke.

"And that's why Jonah's in my shit list and you aren't," Angie explained, sketching away on her pad. Luke was sitting across from her, going through a poke bowl. How he managed to get such huge bites while using hashi, Angie wasn't sure.

Luke snorted at that, chuckling and choking on the rice, taking a big gulp of his Gatorade bottle, "it was that bad, uh?"

Angie didn't want to talk shit, that wasn't nice, so she only shrugged, "it wasn't any fun," she said diplomatically, then gestured to Luke, "new pose."

He moved on the bench, switching each leg was folded and tousling his hair, tugging on his shirt so it wasn't as neatly tucked into his social pants and had more give. It was so weird to see Luke in a suit during the middle of the day, Angie thought. She could count in one hand the amount of times she had seen him this dressed up, even though he wasn't wearing a tie, and now it was his new normal.

"Hello? Earth to Angie?"

"Sorry!" She blushed, turning her sketchbook to Luke could see the previous 5 minutes sketch she had done of him and then started on the new pose, while Luke praised her drawing skills in a proud brother tone.

He finished up his lunch while she continued to draw, walking to the park's garbage bin to throw away his empty plastic bowl and swishing his drink around his mouth as he jogged back to her, "oh there you are!" Luke's tone went up a note and Angelina moved on the bench so she could look behind her.

Jonah was jogging to them, holding a black bag in one of his hands, his car keys in the other, "sorry, sorry, sorry- I got held up at the hospital- Hi, darling, I'm sorry I'm late," he interrupted himself, eyes pausing on her and Angie jumped up to hug him.

"It's fine," she reassured Jon, squeezing him, "Luke and I were chatting."

"She's put you on her shit list," Lucas tattled, sounding smug and giving Jon a quick side hug, "because Sophia was a bitch."

"What? Was she mean to you?" Jonah's voice picked up and Luke, sitting down on the bench, opened an amused smile, while Angie raised her hands, gesturing to placate her brother.

"She was fine," she lied, because really Sophia was a bitch, "we just didn't get along, that's all-"

"If she was mean to you, you have to tell me," Jon said strongly, "I'll talk with Vince-"

"That's gonna go down well," Luke said, sarcastically, "hey Vin, you know your sister whom you adore, she was a bitch to my baby sister and I think you should do something about it."

"I'm not a baby," Angie pouted, while Jonah pinched his nose bridge.

"I knew that was a mistake, I should've gone pick you up, you should be staying with us-"

"Oh my god," she let out an exasperated sigh, glaring from Jonah to Luke, "I'm fine! It was an awkward drive, I didn't die and I don't want to stay with you and Leo, I like my hotel. And you-" she pointed at Lucas, who was chuckling, "stop egging him on!" she turned back to her brother, "and stop worrying so much."

"Fine," he relented through gritted teeth and Angie let out a sigh, sitting back down on the bench and starting to collect her drawing materials.

Their original plans had been to meet up at the park and have lunch together, but when Jonah had been late, Luke and her had eaten ahead and decided they could share dessert instead.

"Tell me about college," Jonah asked, as they fell into step, Angie in the middle of the two men, "how was the orientation week?"

She didn't need anymore incentive, starting to blab away about the university. The student's residence was in front of the Arts building, so she'd never be late for classes and yes, she'd have to share with a roommate, how exciting was that?

"Very exciting," Luke said, while Jonah held the cafe's door for them, "when do your classes start?"

"Next month," Angelina sighed, defeated by how far away it seemed. She had never been more excited for anything in her life, "my mom has plenty of time for a third or maybe fourth hissy fit."

At this, Jon let out a scoff, as they walked to the second floor of the cafe and he sat down in front of her, "I bet Audrey isn't happy," he grumbled, eyes scanning the menu. Luke winced at Jonah's acidic tone, clearly trying to play the peacemaker.

"She'll come around, Ange," Lucas promised, slinging an arm around the back of her chair, "have you finished packing? How's the moving gonna go?"

Angie hesitated for a second, eyes darting to Jonah's face. She could feel the uneasiness rolling off of him, but she hoped it was just annoyance over the mention of her mother. He had never been in good terms with her, Angie knew this, but today he sounded different. Tense.

"I'm almost finished," she clicked around on the tablet to select her order, "I visited the dorm and its a lot smaller than I'm used to, so I'm actually struggling with downsizing what I packed, not the opposite."

"You can always store some stuff at my place," Jonah offered, overeager, and Luke nodded along.

"Mine as well, we got more room than we need," he frowned as Jonah didn't make a move for the tablet, "aren't you gonna order dessert?"

"Not hungry..." He twisted his hands nervously and Angie raised her eyebrows, studying her brother closely. He was definitely pale, as his dark skin was lacking any warmth, and clearly nervous judging by all the fidgeting...

"Are you feeling sick?" Angie frowned, trying to pin point what was it. It was so weird to not know him well enough to tell if this was him feeling sick or just nervous or hungry maybe...?

"No," Jon waved her off, "no, of course not, I-" he cleared his throat, Adam's apple bobbing up and down and causing Luke to snort.

"Try harder, Jon-"

"Shut up," Jonah glared at him, rubbing his face in a frustrated manner, "I'm not sick, I'm just-" he planted the black bag he had been carrying on top of the table and slid it towards her, causing Angie to raise her eyebrows in a puzzled manner.

"What is this?" She asked, perking up on her seat to spy inside the bag, while Luke did the same next to her.

"Open it," Jonah's voice was tense, clipped, and he tugged on the collar of his sweater, like he was suffocating.

Angie raised herself up on her seat, so she could dig through the bag's contents. There was a black velvet box inside of it, as well as two black envelopes in the middle of the silk paper. Luke let out a whistle as she fished the items out and opened the black box.

It was a dainty silver necklace, with seven compass roses dangling on it. The central one was hanging lower and was bigger, with a tiny diamond on its center, while the other six, three on each side, were plain silver. Angie stared at it, eyebrows raised and heart fluttering, "oh my God... Jon?!" she looked up and her brother shuffled uncomfortably, gesturing for the black envelopes.

Luke turned them around, opening a large smile, "oh hey, this one is for me," he fished out one, pushing the other to Angie and she promptly opened the letter.

Inside of it there was a rectangular, thick letter made out of some soft textured slightly grey paper. Angie's heart leaped up as she read the words "Leo Wagner and Jonah Isaac Banks invite you-"

"Oh MY GOD, it's the wedding invitation!?" Angie dropped the paper back on the table, so she could leap around it and throw her arms around Jonah, "It's so so beautiful!"

"Ange-" Jon's voice came out muffled, his whole face pressed to her neck as she squeezed him into a tight hug and jumped up and down like an excited puppy.

"It's gorgeous!" She continued to praise, all but beaming as her eyes went back to the abandoned paper, only to pull back suddenly as Jonah planted a hand on her shoulder and pushed her away so he could muffle a thick, sick burp in his fist.

"Jon...?" She frowned, moving her arms so she was no longer strangling him, but rather one hand was resting on his back, "are you alright?"

"Sorry, I-" he nodded, clamming his mouth shut as he worked through the nausea, "I'm fine... So you accept?" he looked up, hopeful and unsure, and Angelina's frown deepened even more.

"I accept what..." A sob caused her to look at Luke, "Oh my, Luke...." His whole face had gone pink and had now both elbows planted on the table, hands pressed over his eyes.

She abandoned Jonah in order to go back to Lucas' side and hug him from behind, unable to stop a chuckle as she rubbed his back, "aw, don't cry, Luke..." Angie grinned, pressing a kiss on the top of his head since he was still sitting down.

He squeezed her hand that was resting on his shoulder, rubbing his eyes and holding up the invite, "you're- you're serious...?" His voice came out choked up and Angie frowned, confused, as Jonah nodded vigorously, looking just as nervous and nauseous as before...

She zeroed in the invitation Luke was holding and only then realized the final words "to be Jonah Isaac Banks' best man-"

Angie's eyes widened and she retrieved her own abandoned invite, realizing it was asking her to be her brother's bridesmaid, it wasn't just an early showing of how the stationery was going to look.

"Yeah, of course I'm serious, Luke..." Jonah said in a small voice, just as Luke got up and circled the table, pulling him into a tight hug, hoisting Jon to his feet so he wasn't sitting down.

Angie's smile stretched from ear to ear as she heard Luke mumble a quiet, "I love you," pressed against her brother's shirt and Jonah hug him back just as tight.

He pulled back, or tried to, after a couple seconds, but Luke was trapping him into a steel grip and Jon let out a frustrated groan, "okay, let me go, Atwood-"

"C'mere," Luke opened his arms, for Angelina, and she didn't need any more incentive, promptly wrapping them both in a hug, getting sandwiched between them. Over her head, she heard Jonah let out a huff.

"You two are embarrassing me."

"Shush," Angie giggled, cheeks burning as she was sure all the restaurant patrons were now looking at them.

"How come I didn't get a necklace?" Luke whined, still squeezing Jonah and keeping him put.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

sorry just got reminded of the entirety of uncanny x-men #309 and how it's charles having a therapy session with himself about his love life and desires and how he kept sacrificing himself and his wants for The Cause and the whole time he imagines erik to represent his innermost thoughts in the form of a therapist to have him unravel all this

[tw1nkee28]

I finally took the time to draw out Dawn while he was in training and still went by Julius

The day after his torture and his boyfriend's murder

He's doing wonderful, trust

[autumn816]

or wait this one, gewis + mistake 😈😈

“Those years we had together, as teammates, as friends, as boyfriends. Did they mean nothing to you?” George asks, his voice replicating every ounce of his heartache.

He knows the answer. He knows he meant to Lewis as much as much Lewis meant to him. And Lewis meant a whole fucking lot to George. But he just wants to hear. He needs to hear it right now.

“Do I mean anything to you?”

Finally, there is a break in Lewis’ face that he catches before Lewis schools back the nonchalant, hollow expression. And it lets him hope. Lets him hope that they won’t go to square one. Everything they worked towards this season so far won’t be ruined.

“George,” Lewis says softly, his eyes boring into his. George wants to pause the time, go back in time and stop his idiot self to come here right after the press conference where he learned about Lewis’ retirement.

I know there is still tension between you and Lewis from the championship fight, but can we hear a few words on Lewis’ retirement from you?

He had laughed, thought of it as a joke. Didn’t believe it until he saw the look on Alex. The announcement was posted this morning when George was on his flight. He didn’t get a single moment because he was hurrying to come straight here after he landed. He was the last person to know.

He wants to rewind this day because whatever Lewis is about to say next is only going to knock the breath out of him and hurt him.

“We’re not together anymore, remember.” Lewis shoves his hands into his pockets. “I don’t owe you to tell things.”

Somewhere between last year and today, George has become one of many for Lewis. Once again. Tears roll down his face, uncontrollable.

“The other day you asked me if you were my biggest mistake.” George wipes his sleeve over his wet cheeks. “My biggest mistake wasn’t loving you or being with you, Lewis. My biggest mistake was thinking that we could go back to what we were once.”

George makes it out of the room before he is stumbling to walls and gasping for air.

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5 sentence game

[arsonisticartichokes]

Sad 3AM MHA thoughts: Izuku in his second and third year sitting on the sidelines having to sadly watch all his friends participate in the yearly sports festival while not getting involved himself cause he doesn't wanna use up any of his remaining embers aodnsobdeksjos

[yunniebun]

ᰔ ᩚ ┆ ꒰ DIARY NOTE ꒱

୨୧ boyfriend!suguru who you can discuss philosophical and tender reminiscences with.

“Suguru, do you ever think our love got in the way of anything you ever wanted in life?”

The young man was stunted, the abruption of the query impaling him upon surprise; however his response came true. He chuckled, a candied bumble which nulled your tense expression.

“Love, it has gotten in the way once.”

The dusky glow of the waning sunlight endowed a nebulous veil across Suguru’s countenance, his bangs swaying gently in tandem with the cinematic breeze. You held your expression, longing— yearning, to ask what had been denied by the bindings of “love”, yet your conscious heeded otherwise. Suguru was of course, aware of your conflicted state, aware of his secretive teasing lilt to his ambiguous statement which was sure to give you a glint of insecurity before you found truth and sheepishly grinned, and aware of your mouths’ inability to keep from opening when provoked.

“….I’m sorry Suguru, could I ask when?” You pouted slightly— presumably unintentionally, wispy locks falling and framing the curvature of your tinted cheeks, as your head ashamedly lowered, gaze meeting the silken shared covers. Suguru couldn’t keep teasing you when you looked so pitiful.

“The only time our romantic emotions have affected my decisions, ambitions, and wants, was when you’ve persuaded me to do good. I’m sure you remember when I called you that day, I was so angry I could hear the blood roaring in my ears, seeing our future daughters locked in cages like lowly animals and forced to sheath their hackles for the twisted and narrow-minded ideologies of non-jujutsu sorcerers. I would have massacred all those monkeys if it weren’t for you, your voice on the phone telling me repeatedly to calm down and wait. If it weren’t for you and your loves’ effect on me, we most probably wouldn’t be here today, angel.”

Bashfully, your lips curl upwards, dusted cheeks now heating in abundance, you bat your lashes and grinned as your eyes instinctively traversed to meet your artful husband. This man, whom had thrived since teenage years solely to tease you to death and revive you with genuity and affection, now lay completely enchanted by the romance which never declined, oscillating your frame while encasing you in his large embrace, an embrace which sparked you a zest for life each and every moment.

“Y’know Suguru, Satoru had once told me how love was the worst curse of all, yet I can’t help but disagree that a state of affection or admiration is a curse.” Your eyelids remained shut, yet your mouth active. “After all, if this is a curse; then all I need in life is your unconditional curses.”

A wholehearted smile graced Suguru’s blush-bitten cheeks. You always knew how to match his energy, match his demeanour, and now— it felt as though not a single feature of either one of you fell miscellaneous between one another.

The symphony of rhythmic heartbeats lulled the two intertwined lovers into a fulfilled slumber. Perhaps love was a curse, a curse which condemned those who lose it to yearn for it back, Suguru was sure he categorised under that spectrum.

꒰ ๋࣭ authors note. aaaaaa this is for my poetic and philosophical girls !! not only is this my ①st drabble, it is also a filler for those waiting on my other work……ㅠㅠ im so sorry its taking so long, but I promise to get it finalised soon !! lets have faith and thank you for supporting ♥︎

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