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(Non) Heart-Shaped Sunglasses

( Billy Butcher x reader || helping you out by letting you borrow his sunglasses )

You quint as you walk beside Butcher, struggling a bit to keep up with how fast he was going.

Sure, you both knew you had places to be, but did he even consider the fact that you were supposed to get to the safe house together?

"Jesus fuckin' Christ it should be illegal to wax a car that damn bright." You say in obvious disdain, shielding your eyes from the brightness reflecting off of the hood of the car.

Butcher notices your disdain. The way you were cussing out the poor owner of the parked Miata makes him snort a bit. Just enough to make you look over in his direction.

Seeing the way you squinted to look at him made him feel slightly bad for laughing. He stares back at you with his sunglasses on.

Butcher stops in his tracks, just long enough for you to catch up.

"Ye look like an absolute wuss. Here." Butcher takes his sunglasses off, handing them out to you.

To your surprise, there's a slight softness in his eyes. Butcher, of all people, seemed to care about you.

You look down at his sunglasses, then back up at his face. His eyes narrow, as if he knew you were catching onto him letting down his guard.

Before you could say a thing, he cuts you off. "We ain't got all day for ye t'doll up. C'mon. Get on yer feet." He shoves his sunglasses into your hand, turning around to presume walking.

You quickly get back onto your feet, clumsily putting the sunglasses he handed to you on. You didn't have time to look in a mirror

As you enter the large crowd of people on the street, Butcher looks behind his shoulder, patiently waiting for you to catch up. Seeing the way his sunglasses fit on your face made him smile as he turned around again.

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I recently saw tweets about this website called Hamas .com.

It is a site made by Israel to steal your information.

Its just another way that Israel will harm Palestinians by making a fake website to confuse advocates

PLEASE GO TO ARAB.ORG INSTEAD FOR DAILY CLICKS

so yeah..it’s been awhile since I posted a fic which is mostly because I haven’t been wanting to write. I’ll probably start writing again sometime in the future but for now don’t expect any fics. I’m very sorry for that but I can’t write bc I just don’t know what to do 😔

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BABY , DO YOU MISS ME ?

( Damnation!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || he misses you more than he leads on, teasing, head-in-lap sitting, kissing ♡ )

“Absolutely breakfastless behavior.” You pretend to chide, clicking the roof of your tongue as you watch Leon simply kick off his boots, not even bothering to set them neatly off to the side. 

“What are you, my mother?” He says back playfully, fixing his work boots neatly near the door. You roll your eyes at this as you help him out of his jacket, a heavy yet form fitting turtleneck you had no idea where he got it from. When did he even have time to shop designer when he was constantly out and about? You really didn’t have time to think as you hung his jacket on the rack.

You were honestly just glad he came back to you in one piece.

“You said you’d come back last week.” you cross your arms as you watch Leon flop himself onto your couch, like he owned the place. He blows his bangs out of his face with a huff. “Since when were you so cutthroat about the time?” he brushes off your concern as he stretches his arms as he lays on his side. You sigh a bit at his nonchalant attitude towards your worry. You sit next to him, your collective weight with his own makes the couch creak slightly.

The silence lingering in the air makes Leon feel like he did something wrong.

His lips form a straight line, then a slight frown when he sees the look on your face. He shifts in his spot, fumbling forward so that he’s on his stomach, looking up at you with those tired eyes of his. God fucking damn it, Leon.

It was hard to stay annoyed with him with the way he was looking at you. With a tilt of his head he asks, “Are you mad at me?” he looks up at you, his chin almost landing into your lap. He wasn’t trying, really. You were finding it hard to keep the annoyed look on your face as he searched for your reaction on your face. “I’m not…” you trail off, your free hand already playing with the stray strands of dark hair that blanketed the back of his head. “Why would I be mad at you?” you ask in reply, running your hands through his hair out of habit.

“I’m not mad.” you say after you ask your question, which makes Leon feel slightly relieved. He didn’t get how you had the patience to stay with him for so long, but he wasn’t complaining. “Just worried.” Leon, not knowing what to say, turns onto his back to lay his head in your lap. Actions spoke louder than words, right? Leon wasn’t the best with words.

He tilts his head again as he stares into your eyes, his hand gently lowers your shoulder. Leon lifts himself a bit to make contact with your lips on his. It’s been so long since you’ve kissed him, you can feel the scruff of his stubble brush up against your skin.

You pull away to catch your breath, a smile creeping onto your face.“Is that your way of apologizing to me?” you ask, a playful edge in your tone. “My way of making up to ya, sweetheart.” he smiles back seeing the annoyed look on your face wash away as soon as he calls you one of his stupid pet names.

“C’mere,” you lift him up with all your strength, lifting 155 pounds of pure muscle was as hard as it looked, especially by the shoulders. Once he’s at eye contact level, you lean in to kiss him again.

Eagerly, Leon kisses you back, using his hand to hold your head in place. “Missed me that much, huh?” he teases, as if he wasn’t thinking of this exact moment on the plane ride home. Thinking about you made the ride back more bearable.